Chapter 9 / 20
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Quatre groaned as the cell door was clicked open. He mentally told his growling stomach to shut up. Taulis had given him scarcely any food or water, just the bare minimum to keep him alive. He wondered what day it was, wondered how long he had been here...wondered if his friends were still searching for him...Quatre drug his attention back to Taulis. He was faintly surprised to see the OZ officer wielding a gun. Taulis noticed his slight confusion.
"Yeah, Quatre dear, I know, you're thinking, why did Taulis bring his gun? Well, it's sure as hell not because I plan on you escaping me or something like that...hehe...I'm just making sure you know what will happen if you don't do as I please." Quatre wondered briefly why, precisely, Taulis was reiterating this particular lecture...
Taulis had a seat in front of Quatre, who was kneeling, his tired body held up only by his numbed arms. Taulis gently placed his fingers under Quatre's chin and lifted it so he could look into his eyes. "I'm very bored, Quatre. Very very bored. I need to have some form of entertainment, don't I?" Taulis said quietly, climbing to his feet. Quatre felt the first coils of dread sluggishly creeping into his system. His eyes flew wide at the sound of a zipper, and his head snapped upwards in time to see the OZ officer shedding his pants. Quatre's eyes opened even wider, if possible. Taulis's grin made his blood run cold
"Yeah, that's right, Quatre. You do well, I'll reward you. You do badly, or try and do anything that just isn't nice..." As he spoke, he had begun idly waving his gun. "You do badly, I may reward you with this instead. And that's not what you want."
Quatre simply couldn't believe this. It was a dream. It had to be. Just one very bad dream, and he would wake up and be home or in a safehouse, safe and sound with Trowa sleeping in the bed across from his own, and Duo incessantly chattering with Heero telling him to shut up and that he would kill him, knowing Wufei was behind the opposite wall?
His thoughts were jarred as Taulis's fingers yanked his head upward, hands tangled in his blond hair. Taulis was giving him a sinister smirk. Quatre's eyes opened larger at the sight of the huge erection that had been presented to his face. He swallowed hard, not believe this could happen. No way...no...He turned his head up to give Taulis a pleading look.
"Oh, no ya don't. I'm bored, I'm horny, and you are MINE. You'll do as I tell you. If I say jump, you'll ask how high. If I say sing, you'll ask what song and how loud, and if I tell you to suck my cock, then you are damn well going to. Got that, Quatre? If you don't, you're dead, you're family line is history, and I'll ship your body in small pieces to your friends." Quatre nodded slightly, tears squeezing out from his tightly closed eyes. His body shook as he slowly parted his trembling lips.
Quatre's eyes opened wide and he choked as Taulis thrust himself deep into the inexperienced blonde’s throat. Quatre hadn't been involved that deeply before, he was unaccustomed to such things. Taulis gave him a shred of mercy and held still until he stopped gagging. All too soon it was back to the violent motions of Taulis's hips. Quatre struggled to keep from retching, his soul screaming as the tears leaked down his face and as the shaft was forced into and out of his throat. After what seemed like an eternity, Taulis slammed himself deep into Quatre's mouth and exploded, his hot white seed shooting down Quatre's throat and leaking from his mouth. He withdrew, leaving Quatre to retch violently. A self-satisfied smirk drifted onto his face.
"You call that good? You need more practice, Quatre. You'll get it, but for now, I think it's time I punished you for not trying your hardest to please me." Taulis said, hefting his pistol. Quatre looked at it miserably through watery eyes. No...He wouldn't shoot him after forcing THAT torture...no...
Quatre yelped as he was abruptly yanked to his feet and turned around. His arms were yanked into a crossed position from the chains, sending agony into his limbs. He felt his clothes being torn away, and something within him seemed to die. He found himself attempting to talk, his voice a cracked whisper. "N...nnno...please not that..."
Taulis giggled. "What, thought I was gonna fuck you? Guess again, Quatre! I'm punishing you. Gratuitous sex can come later." Quatre tried to resist, his mind whirling in confusion as his legs were forced apart. If Taulis wasn't going to rape him, what was he after?...
The scream his soul had been shrieking for so long tore from his throat as Taulis forced the barrel of his gun deep into Quatre's body. The ripping, shredding pain was intense beyond anything he'd ever felt. Quatre sobbed as Taulis almost pulled it out and slammed it back in. Such pain, such searing intense pain was beyond anything Quatre had ever felt. He moaned in anguish, feeling Taulis grab his cock and start jerking him roughly. The pain was terrible and awful in a way that was physical and mental, and even still his body responded to the somewhat kinder touch he was receiving from Taulis's hands. Quatre screamed himself hoarse. Taulis didn't stop his simultaneous thrusts until he had forced an anguished, completely unpleasant orgasm from the pilot of Sandrock.
Taulis yanked his gun out of Quatre's blood-slicked ass, and promptly replaced it with his renewed erection. Taulis fucked him mercilessly, completely disregarding the torn, abused flesh. Every thrust forced a pained scream out of Quatre until he was unable to even whimper. Taulis grinned, even more pleased at the sounds of pain. What seemed like eternities later, Taulis finally finished. Quatre didn't have the strength or the inclination to thank the OZ officer when he unchained him and let him fall to the floor, then walked out and closed the door, whistling a happy tune all the while.