From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)
Subject: Journal Entry 026 / 0512  [ Aaden's Revenge ]
Date: 6 Mar 1997 14:57:19 GMT
Organization: Pendor, UnLtd.

                             Aaden's Revenge
                                    
Seren, Nenim 1, 0512

It had been a strange night already, but I don't know what possessed
me then. I walked briskly out of the castle and took a grav-slide down
to the lagoon, I remember, and then summoned the SDisk. When the
symbols on the command panel resolved into the word "destination" I
ordered "Underground." The pad resolved into the glimmering white
pentacle that manifests in water environments, and I stepped across
the water onto the center. Since I was the only passenger, I
immediately said "go." But also, in the back of my mind, there was the
question, and as the teleporter activated, the desperate question came
through clearly:

"What am I doing...
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...here?" The smell hit me first, but then it always hits first.
Strong, pungent masculine sweat of a dozen species and leather
combined with other, less definable (or more deniable) smells. The
heat hits second. Rick uses full radiation-divestiture cooling units,
and it doesn't help. The raw incandescent lightbulbs, the bodies and
motion of what was probably over a hundred males moving in rhythm to
music that was too damned loud, added to the heat that soaked through
me where my skin was exposed. My face was flushed, and I knew it. What
am I doing here?

I walked forward into the dark and shadows and approached the bar.
Horny, yes, but looking for something, too. But what? A specific
species? A certain size? A master for a night, the weekend? What am I
doing here?

There was a time when doing this-- engaging in random, violent, wild
sex with whatever mel struck my fancy-- was the high point of my every
day. But I eventually grew tired of it, because something was missing,
something I get out of my love for P'nyssa. And when the need for the
violence, for the intense sensory overload, for the simple pleasure
that cleansing pain can be, gets to be too much, I go to people I
know, people I trust to handle me right. Once again I wondered, What
am I doing here?

I walked up to the bar and ordered something mild and simple. The
bartender, a Felinzi, gave me this furrowed-brow look, his ears
pulling forward, but I ignored it. Whatever I was looking for, it
didn't take long for that something to find me. I stood with my back
to most of the bar when this enormous grey-furred paw clamped itself
over my eyes. I struggled for a second when this low, barely
controlled Uncia voice, full of menace, growled "don't fight, and
don't talk. I have orders not to hurt you too badly. I know who you
are, and I know you speak Uncia." I stopped. I don't fight with
two-and-a-half meters and two hundred kilos of anthropomorphic snow
leopard, not without powered armor I don't, but I wanted to. His huge
paw firmly over my eyes, the tips of his claws imbedded just to the
point of pain against my right temple, he turned me around and
directed me. The claws of his other paw were pressed through the
leather vest I wore, and he pushed me on. Not for the first time I
wondered, What am I doing here?

The music of The Underground faded into the background, and I realized
he was leading me back towards the private rooms. There was the sound
of door opening, and he pushed me through it into a room that felt
small. Oh Gods, did he take me back to the dungeon? More hands were
suddenly on me, and three more mels, as far as I could tell, began
removing my pants, my boots, my shirt and vest. I struggled again, and
there was a sharp slap across my ass. I groaned. There was more noise,
the sound of chains, and leather straps were wrapped around my wrists,
my arms right above the elbow, my ankles and above the knees, and
around my throat. The claw at my back moved to my shoulder, and began
to force me down. I whimpered as I was forced into a kneeling
position. I was pushed down onto a leather platform, and I heard
chains rattle as I realized I was being strapped into a suspended
harness. I tried to get up, but hands grabbed me and pushed me back
down, securing my belted neck to a variform headrest that provided for
easy access to my mouth. My wrists were crossed and secured behind my
back.

More hands grabbed my legs and spread them wide. I heard more chains
as I was firmly secured to the floor by the ankles and knees. The
Uncia never took his paw from my eyes. A final leather belt was lain
across the small of my back and tightly secured to the harness. The
hands left me, and then the Uncia's paw left as well. The lights were
off! I still couldn't see a damn thing. I heard the shuffling of feet
as I heard my four assailants leave, and when they opened the door the
little light admitted let me see only a featureless grey wall.

I don't know how long I sat there in the dark, waiting. I strained,
fighting against the leather, fighting with my fear. I stopped
occasionally, and tried to sort out the scent of my four assailants,
looking for anything familiar. Nothing. This room was obviously well
used, the harness imbedded with sweat. I waited, struggling.

The door behind me opened. A bolt of fear shot through me. For the
first time I realized just how vulnerable I was, my ass spread wide
and exposed, my cock hanging free and accessible. There were
footsteps, and a low chuckling growl. I heard the door click shut. The
smell of my new master washed over me, leather and sweat, and I knew
what he was. Mephit. All the facts about Mephits ran through my mind.
Averaging 175 cm and a little lighter than humans. Black fur, erectile
tail-- anthropomorph skunk. And this one, I knew him, but where? His
scent was oh, so familiar! Dammit, I knew this melMeph!

There was another chuckle, and I jumped as I felt sharp claws lightly
touch my buttocks. He laughed, a cruel laugh that told me nothing. The
claws tracked across my ass and up the small of my back, one of the
most ticklish parts of my body, sending shocks through me that rattled
the chains of my leather prison. And then there was a voice, and he
said "Hello, Shardik."

I groaned. I knew him. Oh, yes, I did, and I was going to pay dearly
for that knowledge. "Hello..." I whispered, gulped, "Hello, Aaden."

He walked around to stand in front of me, and then crouched down so we
were nearly face-to-face. "Remember the last time we met?" he asked.

My tongue was thick, but I managed to say, "In the Hex."

"Remember what happened that day?" He was grinning, evil.

I nodded, then found my balls to say, "You lost."

He reacted like I'd hit him, pulling his arm back to slap me, but
didn't. He grinned again, maliciously, and said "You won. You were the
first person to beat me, to actually take me all the way to the bell,
you bastard. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COST ME?"

I nodded, echoing his grin as I did so. Tied up as I was, helpless as
I was, I had him. I had beat him in the Hex, and his first loss had
unseated his legend. I'd fucked him there in the center, in front of
the roaring crowd, raping him as he'd have done to me had he won. He
could be beat, and I had proven it. He was still one of the best, but
he was beatable.

"Well, guess what, Shardik... Tonight you get yours. Me and my four
friends are going teach you what it means to win. And you're not going
to see it." He reached back behind the chaps he wore, took out a
leather blindfold, and approached me. I whipped my head back and forth
to avoid his hands, but he snapped his fingers and the door opened.
"I'm not going to argue with you on this." The Uncia's huge paws
clamped down on my head and held me still. The blindfold went on.

"Dammit, Aaden, let me see!"

"Oh, no, not on your life," he replied. I felt the Uncia let go of me,
and I was left to hang there, blind. There was silence again.

And then I heard the sound of clothing being removed, and of heavy
groans of male approval. The smell of sex was strong again, and my
cock responded, becoming erect even as it dangled freely. There was a
small laugh, then a paw touched my face, wrapping over it and then
under my chin. The fingers, Aaden's by the scent, pressed into my jaw,
and he said, "Open it." I resisted. He squeezed harder until my jaw
ached, and repeated "Open it. Now."

I opened my mouth, waiting. I could feel him approaching, smell his
crotch, the familiar sweet smell, and I felt the head of his cock play
over my lips. I pursed my lips to kiss him, and he pulled away. "See,"
he said. "You want it."

I did. I waited as he played with my blindness, slapping my cheeks
gently with his cock, teasing. He would pull away, then slowly slide
the head of his cock against my cheek or up my chin. "Bastard," I
gasped.

"Ahh, you're too anxious. You don't think I could give this to you so
easily, do you? You have to suffer."

He pressed the head against my lips, and I opened my mouth to let him.
He was huge, described at the Hex if I recall as "two soda cans place
one atop the other." Maybe not, but it was close. The head slid past
my lips, and I couldn't help but scrape teeth along it, he was so damn
large. My tongue was pressed flat against the floor of my mouth, but I
did my best, drawing my lips around his cock, feeling the velvet soft
head and the slight ridge that ran the underside. I concentrated on
his cock, trying to please him.

I felt his hand reach up under the hair on the back of my neck and
clamp down on a handful. I groaned, possessed. Damnit, who had told
him that? Grab my hair properly like that and I'll do anything. He
slowly began to rock back and forth, his enormous maleness fucking my
mouth. I heard some sounds, maybe talking, but it didn't concern me.
Until I felt the results.

He stroked slowly, always just barely striking the back of my throat,
and my reflex had tears streaming down my eyes. I wanted him, wanted
him to come, please.

I felt a slight caress against my ass and the pleasure drove me
berserk, straining against the bonds, the chains. Aaden's cock in my
mouth was going no faster, no more demanding. It was going to take
forever, and I wanted it now! The touch was a mitten, somewhere my dim
brain registered one of Aaden's four friends as a Tindal. One spoke to
another, and I understood the language, but I didn't try to comprehend
it. The cock, Aaden's cock, was all that concerned me. That and the
soft mitt at my backside.

The mitt went away, and it returned, sharply, slapping my ass. The
stinging pain made me try and cry out, but Aaden's cock muffled my
scream. Again, and again. "Don't bite," Aaden chided me. "I might have
to get rough."

Damn you, damn you, the words shot through my mind. Get rough, then.
Just don't tease me like this.

The slaps stopped, and they hadn't been hard enough to leave much more
than a mild sting. Tindal's don't have mush strength as it is. I could
feel sometimes a soft coolness under my chin when a tear fell off of
me, and sometimes one left a cool track down my throat. There was a
soft warm breath over my ass, and then somebody pressed their lips to
my buttocks. I groaned again. The lips kissed me gently. Dammit, who
was he? I held perfectly still, not wanting to discourage those lips.
I concentrated on Aaden's cock, but the lips approached my anus,
slowly, and then whoever it was pressed a single kiss to my asshole.
My mind reeled. Please, oh please.

It went away, and as it did I felt Aaden's cock pull away as well. I
cried out, incoherent with need. There was a shuffling, and the slight
draft told me Aaden had left me, gone back to be with his buddies.
There were more moans, more malesex sounds, wet and teasing. My heart
beat hard, and I cursed quietly. I felt someone soft and furry crawl
under me, and I felt something... a pillow, be passed underneath me as
well. A hand, no, a mitten, passed over my cock, and I groaned, louder
than ever. Slowly, whoever it was breathed on my cock, and I jumped.
Soft lips encircled the head, and slowly the Tindal underneath me
began to suck me, as slowly as Aaden had forced me to suck him. He was
good. So good, and so slow. There was a hand on my back, moving up to
my head, and like Aaden's, this paw reached up under my hair and
grabbed me. I groaned. Too much, too much. I recognized the touch of
my Uncia kidnaper. He came around, and again in Uncia said, "You get
mine." I felt the head of his cock against my lips, and I grabbed it
with my mouth, wanting more. It was soft, but my greedy sucking would
quickly change that. The Uncia moaned appreciatively. I worked on it
with more care, trying to concentrate, trying to ignore the torture of
the mouth around my penis.

A hand again reached out to caress my ass, and I heard a thump as
someone dropped to his knees on the wooden floor. There was a
shuffling, and I felt the soft fur of Aaden's thighs against mine, and
his soft cock pressed gently down the crease of my ass, the head
dangling against my balls. The mouth around my cock never ceased.

Aaden leaned back, and from what I could hear, someone back there was
stroking him to hardness. No, Aaden, I begged silently. Someone else
first, you're too big. Let someone else break me in first, please.
It's been too long!

But all I could do was moan around my Uncia lover's cock. It was of
average thickness, but it was long, and he used it to his best
advantage, shoving it past my throat, ravishing me, gagging me over
and over, eliciting more tears as he buried his cock into me, and I
felt the heavy fur and powerful muscles of his belly against my face
when he did. Then he pulled back to let me breathe before starting
again.

Aaden rose, and I felt two fingers spreading a lubricant around my
anus. It was hot; someone had cared enough to warm it before use. The
hand again vanished, and I felt Aaden rise. The Uncia stopped for a
moment, and said "You're gonna get it now."

I heard Aaden reply "Yes he is." I felt the head of his cock against
my asshole, and behind it I could feel his whole body pressing. He was
as hard as steel and as demanding as fire. My anus gave way a little,
and the head pressed past the first ring of muscle towards the second
ring, the involuntary ring. My ass would give no further, but Aaden
just held there, waiting, and he said quietly, "You're going to take
me." He pressed again, and I gave way just a little more. The mouth
around my cock had stopped, I hadn't noticed when. Slowly, there was a
burning sensation around my asshole, a stretching, tearing feeling
that hurt so much and was so wonderfully familiar again after all
these years. Aaden pressed a little harder, and suddenly I felt my
asshole clamp down around him as the entire head of his cock slid into
me. I groaned in pain, and in pleasure. Oh, yes.

His hands grabbed my hips and he pressed further, his cock probing
deeper into me, sliding into my rectum, and I felt the ancient
cramping sensation as he pressed up against my insides, leading deeper
into my guts. He had me, pinned like a butterfly, violated. I strained
against my bonds to meet him, and he responded, pulling out until the
head was left, and then sliding into me, gently. He was slow and sure
and he hurt and he felt so good. The Uncia's paw tightened against my
hair, and he began to fuck my mouth, again, and I responded, hungry
again. The Tindal sucked on me, teasing me torturously, but Aaden set
the pace of it all, as he slowly fucked my yielded ass. The tenor of
my begging changed, and I honestly hoped one of them was a telepath.
Rape me. Please, use me, let me be your toy, your fuck toy, your
favorite toy. Use me forever.

Aaden began to fuck me faster, and I could feel the ring of my anus
following his cock in and out, and his fucking became harder. Then he
stopped, and I felt a shuffling as he placed his knees up closer to
mine, and as he stroked into me his thighs struck mine, his hips
striking my buttocks, small ripples through our muscular bodies as he
slammed me, fucking me, his enormous hard cock taking me, ravaging my
ass. The Uncia was forced to accept the pace with every hard shove,
and he began to fuck me in earnest. I could feel his orgasm
approaching, and he forced it deeper into me. There was no warning,
though, when he came, shooting his thick cream down my throat, but his
roar filled my ears, my mind, for a moment blocking out even Aaden's
eternal cock filling my backside.

The mouth around my cock had eased, backing off, and I wanted to come
then, but finally it went away completely. Damn you, I thought again,
Please. Vile epithets filled my mind as Aaden filled my asshole with
his penis. Damn you.

Aaden began slamming me so hard that the entire harness shifted, and I
heard his teeth grind and he said "I'm gonna come," and with three
painfully hard jabs deep into my belly he screamed and came, and I
actually could feel his come filling me, heating and burning and so
wonderful. He collapsed, leaving me still on edge.

The other two men in the room hadn't said a word the entire time, but
I heard Aaden address them, saying, "Your turn." There was a small
laugh, and Aaden rose from his position behind me. He was replaced by
another pair of thighs, and another cock was slid into me. The sudden
change burned worse than ever, but I didn't care. A cock was presented
to my lips, and I sucked on it rapturously. These two fucked me hard
front and rear, and the one in front was very definitely human, the
one behind me I guessed to be another Mephit. They used me as
effectively as Aaden and the Uncia, and when they came Aaden and the
Uncia took their places, this time the Uncia taking my ass and Aaden
forcing my mouth against his anus to lick and rim him before turning
and filling my mouth with his creamy white come. All the time the
Tindal on the floor kept sucking me, taking me to the edge and then
backing off. Again the other two took me, and the cock down my throat
was definitely Mephitis, and they ravished me as surely as they could.

Then they all backed off, and the mouth around my cock was stronger
and more insistent. I felt Aaden get behind, and he slowly slid into
me. He cock filled me again as it had before, like no other cock had
tonight, and he fucked me slowly and firmly, and I cursed and blessed
him as the Tindal underneath me sucked firmly, his mitten coming up
and slowly stroking my balls and sometimes past them to touch my
asshole as Aaden's cock sawed in and out of me. I was in heaven, and I
could feel the pain of denial fading, my orgasm coming, coming. Aaden
began to shove harder, and he was going to come one last time, the
third time, and suddenly it felt like my balls squeezed down on their
own, and everything stopped, and I came, crashing down in an orgasm so
long and so loud that they must have heard me back in the main room,
my every muscle straining. Aaden screamed aloud too, and the throbbing
of his cock back inside me was a final baptism for me. I collapsed.

When I came to, I was loose. They were gone. I rose, aching in every
muscle, from every demand. My anus hurt like it had never hurt before,
my jaw tired, my cock sore from what must have been two hours of
erection. When I finally did try and stand, my mind reeled. I braced
myself against the wall. The room was actually smaller than I had even
thought at first. I noted a few things, like the small package of
wipes on the floor, mostly used. Thank you, Aaden, for being at least
that concerned about my health that you would clean yourselves before
taking my mouth again. The other thing was the little yellow sheet on
the door. "We're in the Arc dining room. Come find us if you awake
before 1800 hrs."

I dressed, noting the five claw holes in the vest. They weren't bad. I
was going to keep them.

I left to find my abusers. It was well before 1800. I imagine I
wobbled a little as I walked. The thought made me smile. But I hurt.

It was a good hurt.
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EPILOGUE:

Walking through the bar had been difficult, trying to face all those
horny males, but I reached the SDisk and ordered it to take me to my
own room. I showered, dressed and took a public disk to the Arc dining
room.

When I got there, the sun was shining through the enormous skylight,
and the plants that lined the metalwork ceiling were green and lush. I
scanned the white-washed room for Aaden, and I found him, complete
with his four compatriots, and got the shock of my life.

There was a general loud greeting, a lot of "Hey, how ya feelin's,"
and there, sitting between Aaden and the Uncia, sat P'nyssa. I sat
down at the table uncomfortably, shifting, and said, rather shyly "Hi.
Guess I'll be doing that for a couple of days."

Aaden raised his eyebrows and said "Guess you will. Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"Did you like it?"

I stopped, gaped, and said "Of course I liked it. But... How..."

"P'nyssa?" Aaden asked, both to finish my question and to prompt
P'nyssa to answer it.

She said, "We had this planned months ago. We were just waiting for
you to show up."

"You what?"

Well, you told me a while ago that that was a fantasy of yours, to be
willfully raped by several men."

"So you... and he..." I was stunned. "But I must have told you that
years ago!"

She nodded. "So?"

I sighed. "Thank you, P'nyssa." I rose, walked over to her and hugged
her over the chair. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said.

"How did you know to get Aaden?" I asked, still stunned. She smiled
that coy smile that always drives me crazy. "That was the hard part.
But I did some research." She reached under the table and pulled out a
memory chip, plugged it into a small HoloMan she carried, and Kathy
Hawkwind's picture illustrated fine, and began to relate the story I'd
told her.

"Sonuvabitch," was all I said.

Aaden introduced me to the other three, the Human being a huge blond
man named Derek, the Uncia was named Tarritt and the other Mephit,
named Erith. I hugged every one of them, but when I stopped at Erith I
said "Young melMeph, have you got something against me?"

He looked flustered, and said, "No... why?"

"Because you fucked me hard, real hard. Harder than Aaden, even."

"No, I don't think I do. I thought you liked that sort of thing."

I smiled, and laid an arm across my stomach, wincing at the slight
cramp still there, and said "I do. Wow. One other thing, Aaden, how
did you mask P'nyssa's scent?"

P'nyssa answered. "A little perfume, a little misdirection, a little
hardware. It wasn't hard."

"Oh." They weren't going to tell me. That's okay; it worked. "How did
you get P'nyssa past Rick? As far as I know, she's the first female to
ever get into The Underground."

"Ken," Aaden answered. The fact that he called me by my first name
surprised me. "Nobody is ever going to argue with an Uncia and
Shardik's roommate. Not even an AI."

I smiled. It's nice to have friends like that.

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Journal Entry 026 / 0512
"_Aaden's Revenge_"
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