FIC: A Fairytale About Slavery (2/2)
See part 1 for disclaimers and notes.
***
There were many times that Julian cursed his genetically engineered body. Now was one of those times. He withstood the assault and was still conscious. In fact, he was feeling very conscious at the moment. His mind was still working to get him out of this, running in circles over and over again, trying to fight the urge to go numb. He tried his best to ignore what his mind was really telling him to do. If he did that, then he would never get out of here intact. So he pushed that little voice into the back of his brain and tucked it away. He couldn’t let that happen, he had to remain sane...
Meanwhile, as the Second walked over near Julian and began to disrobe per her orders, Utra glanced at her prisoner, still conscious and fighting. He was covered in sweat as well, his ass and legs still bearing traces of blood. She wondered what it would take to push him over the edge. Then she turned around and looked at the Jem‘Hadar Second, ready and waiting for her command. I think she just got her answer.
Utra always had an appreciation for the Seconds. They were just as strong as the Firsts, if not stronger, but they had a rebellious streak to them, or a flaw, which meant that they were not good enough to be the First, so they remained Second. Sometimes it was just a matter of luck, there was no reason for it, they just could not be the First. Their resentment and need to prove themselves better than their leader led to constant aggressiveness and complete obedience for the time being.
This Second especially, Utra noted, would be perfect for the task at hand. He was huge, measuring over six feet tall and as broad as a doorway. She could tell from the few, but deep, scars that he was older than his First, but probably not more than a few months. Nowadays the ‘Hadar rarely lived longer than a year. Wars were deadly. It was a shame too, she noted, because a specimen like this one deserved to live a lot longer. His already half-erect cock was huge. It was almost as thick as her delicate wrist and much longer than the First’s was. She was impressed, and she was sure that Julian would be as well when he saw it. That gave her an idea. She was just full of ideas today.
“Second, come here,” Utra ordered. He joined her near Julian and followed her as she moved to the front, where Julian’s hands were bound. She wanted him to see her beautiful Second from the proper perspective. As soon as she was within sight, Julian looked up and gave her the most defiant gaze he could muster.
/You sadistic Vorta bitch.../
It was pretty deadly, or would have been if he hadn’t caught sight of the Second’s member, just a few feet from his face.
/...oh god.../
He moaned desperately, involuntarily, when he saw it, shocked at the sight.
Utra retrieved her tube of lubricant and began slathering it on the erecting member. She worked it a little with her hand, watching Julian’s face as she did so. He tried to achieve the defiant expression that he had on before but she could see he was failing miserably.
“Second, stand behind the prisoner,” Utra ordered. “Now, I want you to do what you saw your First do. Except I want you to do it better, understand?”
“I will do what you say. I pledge my loyalty...”
Utra waved her hand impatiently, “Alright, alright, just do what you are told.”
The Second moved up closer to Julian and placed his hands over his ass and hips. Julian started to protest and shake his chains but the Jem’Hadar held him fast. This time there was no hesitation. He pressed the head of his cock against Julian’s hole and began to enter. Utra saw him grimace when he felt Julian’s tightness. “Don’t stop!” she yelped, and he continued. A little more, a little more, and then he was inside up to the base.
He started pumping as fast as he could, only caring about following her orders. The pleasure was unexpected, but this wasn’t about his pleasure. He just wanted to please Utra and be the First. He just knew that the harder and faster he went, the more it pleased Utra and the closer he was to victory. She was smiling and cheering him on with her eyes, nodding her head and telling him that he was doing well. He tried even harder.
Julian thought that the First was bad. Julian soon discovered that the Second was worse. As soon as he saw him in front of his eyes his mind started to scream. He couldn’t even imagine... /That wasn’t possible, was it?/ But now it was happening. The pain was indescribable. He felt like he was being fucked up to his brain, like his insides had been emptied out and replaced with a rod of fire, burning him from the inside out. Every stab sent blinding flashes of pain shooting throughout his entire body. With every thrust that little voice in his head grew louder and louder. He couldn’t even hear his own muffled screams over the din in his head. /Stop it, stop stop... stop now, stop now, now, stop, stop.../
The Second’s movements kept getting wilder and wilder. Utra was sure that Julian would have been knocked off the stand if the chains hadn’t been so strong and held him fast. When he couldn’t hold Julian still enough by his hips, the Jem‘Hadar grabbed hold of his shoulder with his right hand, keeping his left hand on Julian’s hip. In the position he was in, Julian couldn’t move at all. He felt the pain increase tenfold as he was held rigid against the rock hard erection.
With every thrust his whole body was forced in several different directions. He felt his head and torso being pulled backwards, as his arms remained in front, held by the shackles. He felt his legs being pulled down to the floor, still attached to the chains behind him. His hips and ass, anchored to the Jem’Hadar, felt lifted up to the ceiling every time he entered inside. His insides felt torn apart in every direction.
Julian felt like he was reaching the breaking point, and that voice in his head calling for escape kept getting louder and louder. But Julian couldn’t, not just yet. (See what pride will do to you? Just like that Klingon, Martok, sitting off to the side. He’s started cursing and yelling in Klingon again, except you can’t understand him of course because of that silly gag over his mouth. He should just remain quiet and controlled and wait for it all to be over. After all, he wasn’t the one getting his brains fucked out was he? Some people just make no sense at all, do they? It’s enough to make you just give up some days...)
The Second’s thrusts were becoming more erratic, Julian could tell he was almost there. A few more, then it would be over. It would all be over soon.
He came with sudden force, letting out a bloodthirsty cry, emptying himself over and over into Julian.
/Just a few more seconds.../
But he was wrong. The Second wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.
He was still inside Julian, still hard as ever. Julian could hear his breathing slow down and his grip slacken, but he still didn’t pull out. Suddenly, he grabbed Julian’s shoulder and hip again, tight enough to cause a whimper. And then he started to rock again, in and out, in and out. After a few minutes, Julian could tell that he had no intention of getting soft anytime soon.
/No, no more, no more.../
Utra saw it too, and was greatly impressed again. “Well, Second, I must say that you are exceeding all of my expectations. You may yet become First.”
Seeing that the Jem’Hadar had no intention of stopping, and realizing the position that he was in, Julian finally decided to give up. Julian remembered from his childhood, escaping when things went badly, when no one would listen to him or the frustration became too much. He would just pretend to be somewhere else, like on a faraway planet, or he would pretend to be something else, something close-by and familiar. In an instant, Julian was gone.
Utra watched her prisoner with interest. Something was different. After the ‘Hadar began his second assault, Julian bowed his head and went limp, like he was resting or thinking about something faraway. Then a few minutes later, he raised his head up again. But he was different. His eyes looked empty and dead. She wondered if he was going into shock. But so soon? Oh well, she’d repair a few of the wounds after her Second was done, if he ever finished, she noted wryly. Right now, he showed no signs of stopping.
She waited a few more minutes, but her patience was wearing thin. Looking around the room at her soldiers, she got another idea. What a day she was having!
“Second,” she ordered, “stop.”
He obeyed immediately, although she could see it took him some effort to do so. “Now leave him,” and he did. Julian just let his shoulders and head fall when the ‘Hadar let go and withdrew. He made no other movements.
“Go to your First.” He walked over to where his superior was standing. Utra looked at her Second, still erect and waiting. Something had to be done about that. “First, kneel down.” The First obeyed her. “Now Second, go stand in front of him, facing him, yes, like that. Take his head in your hands, with both hands, yes.”
“First, open your mouth. And Second...yes! Exactly!” Her second had already done what she wanted without her having to say it. He pushed his soiled and hard cock into the First’s mouth as far as he could. The First didn’t gag, because the Jem‘Hadar have no gag reflex, but any other humanoid would have. She saw him struggle to hold it all in his mouth and throat. “Now thrust in and out, guide his head, yes, that’s it, very good.” Her second was a natural. “Keep going. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
At the sight before him, Martok decided that he’d had enough. Forget the fear, this was just too much. *How dare they call themselves soldiers and do such things! It’s a travesty! I swear, on Valhalla itself, that they will all pay for what they’ve done, for disgracing the name of ‘soldier’ and disgracing my sight with their filth! And they will pay for what they’ve done to Julian, even if he’s weak and cowardly, he doesn’t deserve this...* (Argh, Klingons! Even in their thoughts they’re horribly melodramatic.)
Utra turned around to look at her momentarily neglected prisoner up on the stand. Well, we couldn’t have that. After all, today was a gift, and she had so much to share.
“Third, come here.”
***
She watched as the Third pounded away into Julian. He was taking his time, speeding up and then slowing down, prolonging his pleasure as much as he could. She was glad to see him follow her orders so well. “Now go faster...now stop...now slower...” How nice.
Her First was still taking the Second in his mouth. And the Second was enjoying it immensely. We’ll just let that go on a little while longer, shall we?
The Third was close to coming, going as fast as Utra would allow. “Stop.”
He stood there, completely inside Julian, taking shallow breaths and holding on as best he could. He didn’t want to disappoint Utra and be moved to Fourth, or lower. Every second felt like an eternity. He could feel his heart pounding, his cock throbbing as each second went by. He kept his eyes on Utra the whole time, waiting for her to say go.
She walked around him, enjoying the control while she had it. She would follow every order that the Founders gave to her, if she was allowed to have moments such as these, limitless with power and possibilities.
“Go.”
The Third pulled out and thrust just once, but it was enough to finally send him over the edge. He let out a roar and came, letting loose wave after wave of pent-up tension. She knew he was a goner, watching him jolt and moan with orgasm. In a way, it was rather poetic. She was giving them their first and probably only experience with sex, all for her and the Founders. Faith is a beautiful thing.
When the Third finally calmed down, he was already partially soft. “Leave him and stand over by your First and Second.” Without hesitation he obeyed, turning to stand beside his Second, who was still being pleasured by his First. Trying his best to ignore them, he stood staring straight ahead, at attention, thinking about what he could do better to please Utra like the Second obviously did.
Utra had four men left. She had better hurry if she wanted to be finished by the time Deyos came to meet her for dinner.
“First, stay where you are. The rest of you, in position.” They formed a line, standing at attention, waiting for her command.
Now the fun was really going to start.
***
“All of you, take off your clothes.”
The four clothed Jem‘Hadar disrobed, throwing their simple but heavy garments behind them. Utra examined them with her eyes. They were incredibly built and armored, their skin was rough and bumpy all over, patterned and scarred from former battles. Her aesthetic tastes (being as they were nonexistent) couldn’t tell her if they were pleasant to look at. But they were never created to be looked at, except for with fear and hatred. Now, she was using them for a different purpose, and looking at their newly naked cocks, she could see that they were well equipped for it.
She spoke in a cold and stern voice, but laced with sweetness, as she gave them their orders. “You will stand in line here,” pointing at the boundary between the light and the shade, outside of Julian’s vision. “You,” she continued, pointing to her Fourth, “will come here and begin to do what you saw your Third do before you. You will enter the prisoner from behind and thrust into him, again and again, until you can’t anymore. Any instructions that I give you must be followed. That is the order of things.” She turned to her Fifth, “When he has finished, and I tell you to, you will do the same thing. The rest of you will follow.”
Utra grabbed her Fourth’s cock, testing it’s hardness. They had all become hard in anticipation, but she did not allow them to pleasure themselves. By the time they walked up the platform, they were aggressive and barely in control, but they continued to follow her orders nonetheless.
“Begin.”
The Fourth swiftly made his way to Julian and came up behind him. In one fluid movement he grabbed his ass with both hands and plunged in as far as he could go. Julian screamed for the first time in a while as the dry and rock hard cock entered him. It was music to Utra’s ears. Smiling with her deep red lips she walked over and knelt in front of Julian’s face. He watched her with his eyes, curious and frightened, and strangely subdued. With every thrust from behind his entire body was jerked forward and then back again, pulling on his legs and then his arms. She grabbed his chin in her fingers, holding his head up. She ripped off the gag, exposing his swollen lips. She wanted to hear him scream again, louder, hoping that his throat wasn’t too raw yet. But Utra figured that it wouldn’t matter anyway. The pain would tear one out of him.
Rising and standing by her Fourth, Utra saw that he was already coming. Too late then. “Leave Fourth. You’re finished.” He opened his eyes and took a step backwards, leaving Julian and spilling drops of his cum onto the floor. “Now stand at the end of the line. It’s the Fifth’s turn.”
She was glad she waited. The Fifth was bigger than her Fourth in every respect. He would make the prisoner scream.
The Fifth stood behind Julian and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pulling back so Julian’s ass rested at his crotch. He let go with his left hand so he could guide his cock inside. He had to push hard to get completely in, but he was able to stretch Julian enough to accommodate him. Then holding onto his shoulders again, he began to thrust hard, hard enough to make Julian gasp. But Utra wanted him to scream. For some reason, he was refusing her. She would wait a little bit longer and make him suffer before she gave up. There were a million things she could try to make someone scream.
Just as she was about to use one of her ideas, she saw her Fifth jerk his entire body in orgasm. Now she was frustrated. “Sixth’s turn!” she almost yelled. By now, Utra had come upon yet another marvelous idea.
“Sixth, I want you to do something different. Just do what I say.” He nodded. “Do what you saw your Fifth do.” He obeyed and entered Julian, grabbing him by the waist with both hands. Julian still did not scream. “Good, now stop.”
“Leave him.” The ‘Hadar obeyed of course. “Now I want you to take your left hand,” she picked up his left hand and moved it to Julian’s hole, where his cock just was, “and put it inside him now.” Seeing the ‘Hadar think for a moment (sadly, their brains were not their best asset), she tried to explain better. “Start with your fingers, just stretch him until you are inside, to the wrist. And then I’ll let you continue.”
Julian still wasn’t listening. He blocked out all sound from around him, there was nothing but the distant pain that he could barely feel and the tingling of his numb limbs.
The Sixth took his first two fingers and pushed them at Julian’s cleft, and then shoved them inside.
In the back of his mind, through the haze, Julian felt a touch of pain. And then the pain pushed through, enveloping his mind in a bright flash of pain.
Julian jolted back to the present with a scream. In a moment, everything came crashing down on him again. His fantasies wouldn’t save him now.
The Sixth shoved in two more fingers.
Julian screamed again.
“Finish it!” Utra chanted.
With one last, achingly long push the Sixth forced his arm in past the wrist. Julian screamed out again and again, until the flashes of pain subsided a little. He gritted his teeth hard, breathing labored breaths. They remained in that position for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Utra was satisfied. “Take out your hand now.” Julian let out a cry at the sudden absence, but soon the Sixth’s cock was inside him. At Utra’s command he began to fuck him, impatient after having to wait so long.
Julian felt raw inside. The pain returned all at once, consuming him. He worked to push it back down, to where the pain was far away and his senses were numbed. That place, he had to find that place again... (Poor thing just doesn’t know when to quit, does he?)
The Sixth finally came, shaking himself and Julian with the force of his orgasm.
***
“Seventh, come here!”
He joined her where she was standing.
“Stand in front of him...now take hold of his head.”
He grabbed Julian by the hair behind his ears, palms on his jawbone.
“Remember what you saw your Second do to your First?”
She saw from his reaction that he remembered. She smiled.
“Open his mouth.” Julian’s jaw, weakened from the pain, opened easily for the Jem‘Hadar.
“Make him take you in his mouth...all the way in...” Julian started to gag.
“That’s alright, don’t stop.”
Julian couldn’t move. Now, he was being fucked from the front and the back, tied up and helpless to the incessant pounding and thrusting, stretching him open wider and wider.
The Seventh grew excited quickly, reaching his peak faster than the Third, who had decided that it was time for another turn. Pretty soon they were both coming into Julian at the same time, shaking with release. Satisfied for the moment, they pulled out, leaving Julian limp and used up. He gasped for air, spitting mouthfuls of white cum on the floor, dry-heaving and coughing again and again. He didn’t have much time to recover as Utra called for the Fourth and Fifth to take the same positions in front of and behind Julian. With a sharp cry from his victim, the Fourth grabbed his ears roughly and pushed his way into Julian’s throat. The Fifth slammed into him from behind. They barely even tried to work out a rhythm, fighting for as much of Julian as they could get, working him hard and fast.
Utra had special plans for her First again...and her Second.
“Second?” At the sound of his rank, he looked over at his Vorta and let go of a fistful of the First’s hair. The First, in turn, took this as a cue to finally stop sucking the Second’s cock.
“First, you may go and take your place back in the line again. Second, I have a special job for you. Come here and stand by me...Good.”
The ‘Hadar Fourth and Fifth had finished and gone back into the line. The Jem’Hadar stood at attention, some already with new erections, waiting for their third chance at Julian. But the First had to have his chance first.
“First, it’s your turn again.”
Without hesitation, he moved up behind Julian and thrust inside. Julian screamed. Even now, he was still pumping as hard as he could, showing no signs of stopping or slowing. Each thrust became more violent as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release. But Utra knew that he had no chance of coming anytime soon. She placed a ring at the base of his cock before she started her game, knowing that it would take him a long, painful time before he came. So she waited, enjoying the show.
After a few minutes she was bored again. “Second? Come closer.” She was licking her lips and bouncing up and down in anticipation. “Kneel down.” She joined him on the floor, reclining back on her elbows. She bent her knees and opened her legs, lifting her skirt to reveal her naked sex.
The Second looked confused, and stayed there staring in fascination, waiting for his next command. “Second, if you do what I tell you, you will be First.”
He gave a sharp nod of his head.
“Remember what the First did to you? How he used his mouth and took you inside? I want you to use your mouth on me, right there. Move your tongue around, and follow my instructions. Now begin.”
The Second leaned on his forearms and knees and bent down his head to reach Utra with his mouth. She grabbed the sides of his head with her free hands and lay down on her back. He opened his mouth slightly and touched his lips to hers. Hesitating for a moment, he met her with his tongue, slowly flicking it back and forth, in and out, exploring her. This was completely different from what he did with the prisoner. That was fast, strong, and exciting. And what he did with the First, that was pleasurable as well. But this act was different. The smells, the taste, the feelings were all different. He felt confused, frightened, overwhelmed and weak. But Utra was his supervisor, his Vorta, and he had to obey her. He’d done things today that he never knew existed. He was used to battle and death and killing, but he had never known how much the Founders kept hidden from him. He was glad that they were there to protect him. The Second did not have a curious mind. What he did not know, frightened him, and he’d rather be kept in the dark. (We can all learn a lesson from him, can’t we? Good, I knew you were still listening.)
Utra grabbed his head and motioned with it up and down, showing him what to do. He responded by sticking his tongue out farther, lapping at her more insistently. She began to moan, just slightly, but continuously. Her back arched up, her body responding to the sensations she was receiving from her Second, without understanding what any of it meant. She opened her eyes and looked up and behind her. The First was fucking Julian just a few feet away.
Her eyes met the prisoner’s and they held each other’s gaze. The slave made free and the free enslaved. His eyes were forced open from the shock and the pain, wide and dark and scared. They looked lost and far-away, like an animal’s or a child’s. She didn’t recognize the expression. The Dominion had no use for innocence or curiosity or freedom. She knew how to obey and how to control the Jem’Hadar and what to say to get what she wanted. It had been so long since she needed anything else. The Founders kept her safe, they were all she needed to know.
Julian held on as long as he could. He didn’t know how much more he had to take before it was over. The Jem’Hadar was slamming into him over and over and over again. Each thrust felt like a millennium, each fuck was an eternity. His nerves were frayed and tired, his body felt ached and numbed. He was bruised, bloody, spent raw. The Vorta wasn’t making it any easier. Her eyes looked joyful and expectant, bright violet and clear as glass. From his position he could see the other Jem‘Hadar in between her thighs. He watched as she pushed his head closer to her, impatient and greedy. Her body started to writhe and she moaned louder, her chest falling and rising with each breath she took. Immediately, she came. Her head lifted and slammed to the floor as waves of pleasure traveled through her entire body again and again. Her eyes never closed. The Second, startled by her reaction, lifted his head up. Without hesitation, Utra pulled his mouth back to her sex, “Don’t stop!”
By now, all of the Jem’Hadar left standing alone had begun to stroke themselves. They could no longer hold back, their erections were getting too hard and painful with no sign of release coming anytime soon. Even though Utra had ordered against it, she was preoccupied at the time and wasn’t paying attention to them. She just kept her eyes on the First and the prisoner.
Martok had his eyes closed now (perhaps I should say ‘his eye’ but that’s another story...). Julian looked over at him to try to escape Utra’s gaze, but he was still and his head was turned away. He couldn’t look at the monitors surrounding him, broadcasting his image all over the prison camp, or the mirror in front of him, reflecting back his pale face and beaten body. He shut his eyes to it all, and tried to block out the sounds of pleasure taunting him from all sides. He screamed endlessly in frustration, trying to block out the sound.
Julian thought he was imagining it at first but soon he realized that the ’Hadar was becoming more frantic and excited. He was close to coming. Soon it would be over. Utra thought she saw something like gratefulness in Julian’s eyes when the First began to scream louder. She knew he was close to finishing. According to the computer, he had been going at it for over and hour and a half. Her Second had been pleasuring her for almost as long. In the few moments of clarity between orgasms, Utra tried to decide what she wanted her men to do next. It was hard to do, considering what a fast learner her Second was.
The First was so close, but he wasn’t quite getting there. He was losing control as he became more desperate, completely ignoring Julian’s screams as his skin was being clawed raw and his body was getting beaten. He could feel a tightening in his groin, growing bigger and bigger, it was starting...
Utra called out with another orgasm, her moaning and laughing mixing with Julian’s screams.
The door opened.
Deyos appeared in the holoroom with his twelve Jem‘Hadar soldiers. They began to take out Utra’s men, and in seconds they were down, preoccupied and taken by surprise. Martok’s good eye snapped open as he avidly watched the violence, a violence that he could understand and was craving by this point. Julian just shut his eyes tight, awaiting his death blow.
They burned a hole in the First’s torso with a rifle right as he was coming. He fell over, his huge body bent over Julian’s back as he finally spurted his hot cum into him repeatedly.
The Second was cut in two by another Jem‘Hadar’s weapon. Deyos took it upon himself to slit Utra’s throat wide open, her blood spreading across the floor in a deep red tide.
He sighed. Some people were just too strange, Deyos thought. And what do we do with strange people who get too many ideas? We kill them. Deyos wanted to have the prison camp for himself, and besides, Utra kept getting all these new ideas. The Founders wouldn’t like that at all. Maybe her clone would be a better slave than she turned out to be. Slaves should never be masters, but as Vorta, they had to find a balance between the two. (I pity them almost, because that is a very hard thing to do).
The living Jem’Hadar cleaned away the dead ones, returned the angered, but now cheering, Martok back to his room, and took Julian back to isolation for a few more days. (There I will leave him to tell you the rest of this tale... later. After all, it is Julian’s to deal with now, not yours or mine, and we can all be grateful for that at least).
Deyos watched as the prisoner was carried out of the room. He had seen others like his kind survive worse. Not like any of it mattered. He was here to keep order for the Dominion, no more and no less.
For those were his orders and, like us all, he lived to serve.
The End
***
There were many times that Julian cursed his genetically engineered body. Now was one of those times. He withstood the assault and was still conscious. In fact, he was feeling very conscious at the moment. His mind was still working to get him out of this, running in circles over and over again, trying to fight the urge to go numb. He tried his best to ignore what his mind was really telling him to do. If he did that, then he would never get out of here intact. So he pushed that little voice into the back of his brain and tucked it away. He couldn’t let that happen, he had to remain sane...
Meanwhile, as the Second walked over near Julian and began to disrobe per her orders, Utra glanced at her prisoner, still conscious and fighting. He was covered in sweat as well, his ass and legs still bearing traces of blood. She wondered what it would take to push him over the edge. Then she turned around and looked at the Jem‘Hadar Second, ready and waiting for her command. I think she just got her answer.
Utra always had an appreciation for the Seconds. They were just as strong as the Firsts, if not stronger, but they had a rebellious streak to them, or a flaw, which meant that they were not good enough to be the First, so they remained Second. Sometimes it was just a matter of luck, there was no reason for it, they just could not be the First. Their resentment and need to prove themselves better than their leader led to constant aggressiveness and complete obedience for the time being.
This Second especially, Utra noted, would be perfect for the task at hand. He was huge, measuring over six feet tall and as broad as a doorway. She could tell from the few, but deep, scars that he was older than his First, but probably not more than a few months. Nowadays the ‘Hadar rarely lived longer than a year. Wars were deadly. It was a shame too, she noted, because a specimen like this one deserved to live a lot longer. His already half-erect cock was huge. It was almost as thick as her delicate wrist and much longer than the First’s was. She was impressed, and she was sure that Julian would be as well when he saw it. That gave her an idea. She was just full of ideas today.
“Second, come here,” Utra ordered. He joined her near Julian and followed her as she moved to the front, where Julian’s hands were bound. She wanted him to see her beautiful Second from the proper perspective. As soon as she was within sight, Julian looked up and gave her the most defiant gaze he could muster.
/You sadistic Vorta bitch.../
It was pretty deadly, or would have been if he hadn’t caught sight of the Second’s member, just a few feet from his face.
/...oh god.../
He moaned desperately, involuntarily, when he saw it, shocked at the sight.
Utra retrieved her tube of lubricant and began slathering it on the erecting member. She worked it a little with her hand, watching Julian’s face as she did so. He tried to achieve the defiant expression that he had on before but she could see he was failing miserably.
“Second, stand behind the prisoner,” Utra ordered. “Now, I want you to do what you saw your First do. Except I want you to do it better, understand?”
“I will do what you say. I pledge my loyalty...”
Utra waved her hand impatiently, “Alright, alright, just do what you are told.”
The Second moved up closer to Julian and placed his hands over his ass and hips. Julian started to protest and shake his chains but the Jem’Hadar held him fast. This time there was no hesitation. He pressed the head of his cock against Julian’s hole and began to enter. Utra saw him grimace when he felt Julian’s tightness. “Don’t stop!” she yelped, and he continued. A little more, a little more, and then he was inside up to the base.
He started pumping as fast as he could, only caring about following her orders. The pleasure was unexpected, but this wasn’t about his pleasure. He just wanted to please Utra and be the First. He just knew that the harder and faster he went, the more it pleased Utra and the closer he was to victory. She was smiling and cheering him on with her eyes, nodding her head and telling him that he was doing well. He tried even harder.
Julian thought that the First was bad. Julian soon discovered that the Second was worse. As soon as he saw him in front of his eyes his mind started to scream. He couldn’t even imagine... /That wasn’t possible, was it?/ But now it was happening. The pain was indescribable. He felt like he was being fucked up to his brain, like his insides had been emptied out and replaced with a rod of fire, burning him from the inside out. Every stab sent blinding flashes of pain shooting throughout his entire body. With every thrust that little voice in his head grew louder and louder. He couldn’t even hear his own muffled screams over the din in his head. /Stop it, stop stop... stop now, stop now, now, stop, stop.../
The Second’s movements kept getting wilder and wilder. Utra was sure that Julian would have been knocked off the stand if the chains hadn’t been so strong and held him fast. When he couldn’t hold Julian still enough by his hips, the Jem‘Hadar grabbed hold of his shoulder with his right hand, keeping his left hand on Julian’s hip. In the position he was in, Julian couldn’t move at all. He felt the pain increase tenfold as he was held rigid against the rock hard erection.
With every thrust his whole body was forced in several different directions. He felt his head and torso being pulled backwards, as his arms remained in front, held by the shackles. He felt his legs being pulled down to the floor, still attached to the chains behind him. His hips and ass, anchored to the Jem’Hadar, felt lifted up to the ceiling every time he entered inside. His insides felt torn apart in every direction.
Julian felt like he was reaching the breaking point, and that voice in his head calling for escape kept getting louder and louder. But Julian couldn’t, not just yet. (See what pride will do to you? Just like that Klingon, Martok, sitting off to the side. He’s started cursing and yelling in Klingon again, except you can’t understand him of course because of that silly gag over his mouth. He should just remain quiet and controlled and wait for it all to be over. After all, he wasn’t the one getting his brains fucked out was he? Some people just make no sense at all, do they? It’s enough to make you just give up some days...)
The Second’s thrusts were becoming more erratic, Julian could tell he was almost there. A few more, then it would be over. It would all be over soon.
He came with sudden force, letting out a bloodthirsty cry, emptying himself over and over into Julian.
/Just a few more seconds.../
But he was wrong. The Second wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.
He was still inside Julian, still hard as ever. Julian could hear his breathing slow down and his grip slacken, but he still didn’t pull out. Suddenly, he grabbed Julian’s shoulder and hip again, tight enough to cause a whimper. And then he started to rock again, in and out, in and out. After a few minutes, Julian could tell that he had no intention of getting soft anytime soon.
/No, no more, no more.../
Utra saw it too, and was greatly impressed again. “Well, Second, I must say that you are exceeding all of my expectations. You may yet become First.”
Seeing that the Jem’Hadar had no intention of stopping, and realizing the position that he was in, Julian finally decided to give up. Julian remembered from his childhood, escaping when things went badly, when no one would listen to him or the frustration became too much. He would just pretend to be somewhere else, like on a faraway planet, or he would pretend to be something else, something close-by and familiar. In an instant, Julian was gone.
Utra watched her prisoner with interest. Something was different. After the ‘Hadar began his second assault, Julian bowed his head and went limp, like he was resting or thinking about something faraway. Then a few minutes later, he raised his head up again. But he was different. His eyes looked empty and dead. She wondered if he was going into shock. But so soon? Oh well, she’d repair a few of the wounds after her Second was done, if he ever finished, she noted wryly. Right now, he showed no signs of stopping.
She waited a few more minutes, but her patience was wearing thin. Looking around the room at her soldiers, she got another idea. What a day she was having!
“Second,” she ordered, “stop.”
He obeyed immediately, although she could see it took him some effort to do so. “Now leave him,” and he did. Julian just let his shoulders and head fall when the ‘Hadar let go and withdrew. He made no other movements.
“Go to your First.” He walked over to where his superior was standing. Utra looked at her Second, still erect and waiting. Something had to be done about that. “First, kneel down.” The First obeyed her. “Now Second, go stand in front of him, facing him, yes, like that. Take his head in your hands, with both hands, yes.”
“First, open your mouth. And Second...yes! Exactly!” Her second had already done what she wanted without her having to say it. He pushed his soiled and hard cock into the First’s mouth as far as he could. The First didn’t gag, because the Jem‘Hadar have no gag reflex, but any other humanoid would have. She saw him struggle to hold it all in his mouth and throat. “Now thrust in and out, guide his head, yes, that’s it, very good.” Her second was a natural. “Keep going. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
At the sight before him, Martok decided that he’d had enough. Forget the fear, this was just too much. *How dare they call themselves soldiers and do such things! It’s a travesty! I swear, on Valhalla itself, that they will all pay for what they’ve done, for disgracing the name of ‘soldier’ and disgracing my sight with their filth! And they will pay for what they’ve done to Julian, even if he’s weak and cowardly, he doesn’t deserve this...* (Argh, Klingons! Even in their thoughts they’re horribly melodramatic.)
Utra turned around to look at her momentarily neglected prisoner up on the stand. Well, we couldn’t have that. After all, today was a gift, and she had so much to share.
“Third, come here.”
***
She watched as the Third pounded away into Julian. He was taking his time, speeding up and then slowing down, prolonging his pleasure as much as he could. She was glad to see him follow her orders so well. “Now go faster...now stop...now slower...” How nice.
Her First was still taking the Second in his mouth. And the Second was enjoying it immensely. We’ll just let that go on a little while longer, shall we?
The Third was close to coming, going as fast as Utra would allow. “Stop.”
He stood there, completely inside Julian, taking shallow breaths and holding on as best he could. He didn’t want to disappoint Utra and be moved to Fourth, or lower. Every second felt like an eternity. He could feel his heart pounding, his cock throbbing as each second went by. He kept his eyes on Utra the whole time, waiting for her to say go.
She walked around him, enjoying the control while she had it. She would follow every order that the Founders gave to her, if she was allowed to have moments such as these, limitless with power and possibilities.
“Go.”
The Third pulled out and thrust just once, but it was enough to finally send him over the edge. He let out a roar and came, letting loose wave after wave of pent-up tension. She knew he was a goner, watching him jolt and moan with orgasm. In a way, it was rather poetic. She was giving them their first and probably only experience with sex, all for her and the Founders. Faith is a beautiful thing.
When the Third finally calmed down, he was already partially soft. “Leave him and stand over by your First and Second.” Without hesitation he obeyed, turning to stand beside his Second, who was still being pleasured by his First. Trying his best to ignore them, he stood staring straight ahead, at attention, thinking about what he could do better to please Utra like the Second obviously did.
Utra had four men left. She had better hurry if she wanted to be finished by the time Deyos came to meet her for dinner.
“First, stay where you are. The rest of you, in position.” They formed a line, standing at attention, waiting for her command.
Now the fun was really going to start.
***
“All of you, take off your clothes.”
The four clothed Jem‘Hadar disrobed, throwing their simple but heavy garments behind them. Utra examined them with her eyes. They were incredibly built and armored, their skin was rough and bumpy all over, patterned and scarred from former battles. Her aesthetic tastes (being as they were nonexistent) couldn’t tell her if they were pleasant to look at. But they were never created to be looked at, except for with fear and hatred. Now, she was using them for a different purpose, and looking at their newly naked cocks, she could see that they were well equipped for it.
She spoke in a cold and stern voice, but laced with sweetness, as she gave them their orders. “You will stand in line here,” pointing at the boundary between the light and the shade, outside of Julian’s vision. “You,” she continued, pointing to her Fourth, “will come here and begin to do what you saw your Third do before you. You will enter the prisoner from behind and thrust into him, again and again, until you can’t anymore. Any instructions that I give you must be followed. That is the order of things.” She turned to her Fifth, “When he has finished, and I tell you to, you will do the same thing. The rest of you will follow.”
Utra grabbed her Fourth’s cock, testing it’s hardness. They had all become hard in anticipation, but she did not allow them to pleasure themselves. By the time they walked up the platform, they were aggressive and barely in control, but they continued to follow her orders nonetheless.
“Begin.”
The Fourth swiftly made his way to Julian and came up behind him. In one fluid movement he grabbed his ass with both hands and plunged in as far as he could go. Julian screamed for the first time in a while as the dry and rock hard cock entered him. It was music to Utra’s ears. Smiling with her deep red lips she walked over and knelt in front of Julian’s face. He watched her with his eyes, curious and frightened, and strangely subdued. With every thrust from behind his entire body was jerked forward and then back again, pulling on his legs and then his arms. She grabbed his chin in her fingers, holding his head up. She ripped off the gag, exposing his swollen lips. She wanted to hear him scream again, louder, hoping that his throat wasn’t too raw yet. But Utra figured that it wouldn’t matter anyway. The pain would tear one out of him.
Rising and standing by her Fourth, Utra saw that he was already coming. Too late then. “Leave Fourth. You’re finished.” He opened his eyes and took a step backwards, leaving Julian and spilling drops of his cum onto the floor. “Now stand at the end of the line. It’s the Fifth’s turn.”
She was glad she waited. The Fifth was bigger than her Fourth in every respect. He would make the prisoner scream.
The Fifth stood behind Julian and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pulling back so Julian’s ass rested at his crotch. He let go with his left hand so he could guide his cock inside. He had to push hard to get completely in, but he was able to stretch Julian enough to accommodate him. Then holding onto his shoulders again, he began to thrust hard, hard enough to make Julian gasp. But Utra wanted him to scream. For some reason, he was refusing her. She would wait a little bit longer and make him suffer before she gave up. There were a million things she could try to make someone scream.
Just as she was about to use one of her ideas, she saw her Fifth jerk his entire body in orgasm. Now she was frustrated. “Sixth’s turn!” she almost yelled. By now, Utra had come upon yet another marvelous idea.
“Sixth, I want you to do something different. Just do what I say.” He nodded. “Do what you saw your Fifth do.” He obeyed and entered Julian, grabbing him by the waist with both hands. Julian still did not scream. “Good, now stop.”
“Leave him.” The ‘Hadar obeyed of course. “Now I want you to take your left hand,” she picked up his left hand and moved it to Julian’s hole, where his cock just was, “and put it inside him now.” Seeing the ‘Hadar think for a moment (sadly, their brains were not their best asset), she tried to explain better. “Start with your fingers, just stretch him until you are inside, to the wrist. And then I’ll let you continue.”
Julian still wasn’t listening. He blocked out all sound from around him, there was nothing but the distant pain that he could barely feel and the tingling of his numb limbs.
The Sixth took his first two fingers and pushed them at Julian’s cleft, and then shoved them inside.
In the back of his mind, through the haze, Julian felt a touch of pain. And then the pain pushed through, enveloping his mind in a bright flash of pain.
Julian jolted back to the present with a scream. In a moment, everything came crashing down on him again. His fantasies wouldn’t save him now.
The Sixth shoved in two more fingers.
Julian screamed again.
“Finish it!” Utra chanted.
With one last, achingly long push the Sixth forced his arm in past the wrist. Julian screamed out again and again, until the flashes of pain subsided a little. He gritted his teeth hard, breathing labored breaths. They remained in that position for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Utra was satisfied. “Take out your hand now.” Julian let out a cry at the sudden absence, but soon the Sixth’s cock was inside him. At Utra’s command he began to fuck him, impatient after having to wait so long.
Julian felt raw inside. The pain returned all at once, consuming him. He worked to push it back down, to where the pain was far away and his senses were numbed. That place, he had to find that place again... (Poor thing just doesn’t know when to quit, does he?)
The Sixth finally came, shaking himself and Julian with the force of his orgasm.
***
“Seventh, come here!”
He joined her where she was standing.
“Stand in front of him...now take hold of his head.”
He grabbed Julian by the hair behind his ears, palms on his jawbone.
“Remember what you saw your Second do to your First?”
She saw from his reaction that he remembered. She smiled.
“Open his mouth.” Julian’s jaw, weakened from the pain, opened easily for the Jem‘Hadar.
“Make him take you in his mouth...all the way in...” Julian started to gag.
“That’s alright, don’t stop.”
Julian couldn’t move. Now, he was being fucked from the front and the back, tied up and helpless to the incessant pounding and thrusting, stretching him open wider and wider.
The Seventh grew excited quickly, reaching his peak faster than the Third, who had decided that it was time for another turn. Pretty soon they were both coming into Julian at the same time, shaking with release. Satisfied for the moment, they pulled out, leaving Julian limp and used up. He gasped for air, spitting mouthfuls of white cum on the floor, dry-heaving and coughing again and again. He didn’t have much time to recover as Utra called for the Fourth and Fifth to take the same positions in front of and behind Julian. With a sharp cry from his victim, the Fourth grabbed his ears roughly and pushed his way into Julian’s throat. The Fifth slammed into him from behind. They barely even tried to work out a rhythm, fighting for as much of Julian as they could get, working him hard and fast.
Utra had special plans for her First again...and her Second.
“Second?” At the sound of his rank, he looked over at his Vorta and let go of a fistful of the First’s hair. The First, in turn, took this as a cue to finally stop sucking the Second’s cock.
“First, you may go and take your place back in the line again. Second, I have a special job for you. Come here and stand by me...Good.”
The ‘Hadar Fourth and Fifth had finished and gone back into the line. The Jem’Hadar stood at attention, some already with new erections, waiting for their third chance at Julian. But the First had to have his chance first.
“First, it’s your turn again.”
Without hesitation, he moved up behind Julian and thrust inside. Julian screamed. Even now, he was still pumping as hard as he could, showing no signs of stopping or slowing. Each thrust became more violent as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release. But Utra knew that he had no chance of coming anytime soon. She placed a ring at the base of his cock before she started her game, knowing that it would take him a long, painful time before he came. So she waited, enjoying the show.
After a few minutes she was bored again. “Second? Come closer.” She was licking her lips and bouncing up and down in anticipation. “Kneel down.” She joined him on the floor, reclining back on her elbows. She bent her knees and opened her legs, lifting her skirt to reveal her naked sex.
The Second looked confused, and stayed there staring in fascination, waiting for his next command. “Second, if you do what I tell you, you will be First.”
He gave a sharp nod of his head.
“Remember what the First did to you? How he used his mouth and took you inside? I want you to use your mouth on me, right there. Move your tongue around, and follow my instructions. Now begin.”
The Second leaned on his forearms and knees and bent down his head to reach Utra with his mouth. She grabbed the sides of his head with her free hands and lay down on her back. He opened his mouth slightly and touched his lips to hers. Hesitating for a moment, he met her with his tongue, slowly flicking it back and forth, in and out, exploring her. This was completely different from what he did with the prisoner. That was fast, strong, and exciting. And what he did with the First, that was pleasurable as well. But this act was different. The smells, the taste, the feelings were all different. He felt confused, frightened, overwhelmed and weak. But Utra was his supervisor, his Vorta, and he had to obey her. He’d done things today that he never knew existed. He was used to battle and death and killing, but he had never known how much the Founders kept hidden from him. He was glad that they were there to protect him. The Second did not have a curious mind. What he did not know, frightened him, and he’d rather be kept in the dark. (We can all learn a lesson from him, can’t we? Good, I knew you were still listening.)
Utra grabbed his head and motioned with it up and down, showing him what to do. He responded by sticking his tongue out farther, lapping at her more insistently. She began to moan, just slightly, but continuously. Her back arched up, her body responding to the sensations she was receiving from her Second, without understanding what any of it meant. She opened her eyes and looked up and behind her. The First was fucking Julian just a few feet away.
Her eyes met the prisoner’s and they held each other’s gaze. The slave made free and the free enslaved. His eyes were forced open from the shock and the pain, wide and dark and scared. They looked lost and far-away, like an animal’s or a child’s. She didn’t recognize the expression. The Dominion had no use for innocence or curiosity or freedom. She knew how to obey and how to control the Jem’Hadar and what to say to get what she wanted. It had been so long since she needed anything else. The Founders kept her safe, they were all she needed to know.
Julian held on as long as he could. He didn’t know how much more he had to take before it was over. The Jem’Hadar was slamming into him over and over and over again. Each thrust felt like a millennium, each fuck was an eternity. His nerves were frayed and tired, his body felt ached and numbed. He was bruised, bloody, spent raw. The Vorta wasn’t making it any easier. Her eyes looked joyful and expectant, bright violet and clear as glass. From his position he could see the other Jem‘Hadar in between her thighs. He watched as she pushed his head closer to her, impatient and greedy. Her body started to writhe and she moaned louder, her chest falling and rising with each breath she took. Immediately, she came. Her head lifted and slammed to the floor as waves of pleasure traveled through her entire body again and again. Her eyes never closed. The Second, startled by her reaction, lifted his head up. Without hesitation, Utra pulled his mouth back to her sex, “Don’t stop!”
By now, all of the Jem’Hadar left standing alone had begun to stroke themselves. They could no longer hold back, their erections were getting too hard and painful with no sign of release coming anytime soon. Even though Utra had ordered against it, she was preoccupied at the time and wasn’t paying attention to them. She just kept her eyes on the First and the prisoner.
Martok had his eyes closed now (perhaps I should say ‘his eye’ but that’s another story...). Julian looked over at him to try to escape Utra’s gaze, but he was still and his head was turned away. He couldn’t look at the monitors surrounding him, broadcasting his image all over the prison camp, or the mirror in front of him, reflecting back his pale face and beaten body. He shut his eyes to it all, and tried to block out the sounds of pleasure taunting him from all sides. He screamed endlessly in frustration, trying to block out the sound.
Julian thought he was imagining it at first but soon he realized that the ’Hadar was becoming more frantic and excited. He was close to coming. Soon it would be over. Utra thought she saw something like gratefulness in Julian’s eyes when the First began to scream louder. She knew he was close to finishing. According to the computer, he had been going at it for over and hour and a half. Her Second had been pleasuring her for almost as long. In the few moments of clarity between orgasms, Utra tried to decide what she wanted her men to do next. It was hard to do, considering what a fast learner her Second was.
The First was so close, but he wasn’t quite getting there. He was losing control as he became more desperate, completely ignoring Julian’s screams as his skin was being clawed raw and his body was getting beaten. He could feel a tightening in his groin, growing bigger and bigger, it was starting...
Utra called out with another orgasm, her moaning and laughing mixing with Julian’s screams.
The door opened.
Deyos appeared in the holoroom with his twelve Jem‘Hadar soldiers. They began to take out Utra’s men, and in seconds they were down, preoccupied and taken by surprise. Martok’s good eye snapped open as he avidly watched the violence, a violence that he could understand and was craving by this point. Julian just shut his eyes tight, awaiting his death blow.
They burned a hole in the First’s torso with a rifle right as he was coming. He fell over, his huge body bent over Julian’s back as he finally spurted his hot cum into him repeatedly.
The Second was cut in two by another Jem‘Hadar’s weapon. Deyos took it upon himself to slit Utra’s throat wide open, her blood spreading across the floor in a deep red tide.
He sighed. Some people were just too strange, Deyos thought. And what do we do with strange people who get too many ideas? We kill them. Deyos wanted to have the prison camp for himself, and besides, Utra kept getting all these new ideas. The Founders wouldn’t like that at all. Maybe her clone would be a better slave than she turned out to be. Slaves should never be masters, but as Vorta, they had to find a balance between the two. (I pity them almost, because that is a very hard thing to do).
The living Jem’Hadar cleaned away the dead ones, returned the angered, but now cheering, Martok back to his room, and took Julian back to isolation for a few more days. (There I will leave him to tell you the rest of this tale... later. After all, it is Julian’s to deal with now, not yours or mine, and we can all be grateful for that at least).
Deyos watched as the prisoner was carried out of the room. He had seen others like his kind survive worse. Not like any of it mattered. He was here to keep order for the Dominion, no more and no less.
For those were his orders and, like us all, he lived to serve.
The End