by Keep, J. E.
She swallowed, that feeling of saliva warm and pungent in her mouth was turning her stomach, and she agreed to the wine. If he wanted to knock her out, there were surely quicker and cheaper ways. Her arms folded beneath her firm chest, and she stared at him evenly, "What type of gift? I could really use my bag, and if you found that, yea, we’d be getting along. And no. No one ever did."
Before his answers came the curtain pulled back. The most curious sight she’d ever seen appeared before her. Marim. Shuffling out onto the balcony, the handsome, slender man, no taller than her, was nude and carrying a tray with wine and plastic goblets. His eyes were wide at seeing her, and he muttered breathlessly, "Alex."
"My gift," the large man butted into the moment, smiling confidently as he gestured to Marim as if he were a thing.
She was on her feet, staring at him, her mouth dropped open. She felt dizzy once more and moved into his arms. Tears were already flowing down her cheeks as she wrapped him in a hug, "Aw fuck," she whimpered. "What happened?" she pulled away, her brown eyes glossy as she stared at him, "They need you back there! I swear, if you got caught because you were trying to find me..."
Marim nearly dropped the tray with her sudden embrace, but managed somehow to turn it aside and avoid doing so. "No, no Alex," he murmured, shutting his eyes and pressing into her arms. "I... I just got here, they, he–" his eyes flicked to the large man sat on the couch, watching. "They came right after you left," he explained, his voice soft as always, though the emotion of the moment strained his ability to talk.
She pulled back, her gaze skirting over his body and her voice dropping to a whisper, "Are you okay? What about everyone else?"
"I’m fine," he said, though the obvious case of him being naked, shackled and captured belied that point. "The others, they..." he swallowed and forced a smile for her, "I made some deals, they’ll be... they’ll be okay," he said, eyes flickering to the large man, lounging back on the couch, who was still smiling so wide and confidently.
She kept her back turned, her eyes locked on her friend’s, "I’ll get you out of here, Marim." Turning back to the seated man, her arm folded tight under her breast, "We were just kids when you were outcast or whatever. Fuck, I was like.. eight or nine. I barely even recognize you. Everyone that hurt you is dead or gone."
Even in the midst of the moment, Marim laid down the tray and began to pour up the wine as ordered, though the large man barely spared him a moment's notice.
"I agree," he said, nodding to her words. Turning he lifted a leg off the floor and stretched it out over the couch, sprawling lewdly before her, his manhood rested out for both of them to see as he patted the cushion there for her to sit. "So, would you like to talk about why things are the way they are, and how things might be, if we all work together, hmm?"
She let out a loud sigh, groaning as she sat next to him. Not like she was in much of a place to say no. "Can you give me a quick summary of both?" she asked, though her face remained towards Marim, worry instead of anger keeping the fear at bay. Now she had to protect both of them.
Marim handed the two of them their cups of wine and gave her a soft, hopeful smile, though the large man waved him away thereafter and he dutifully did so without another word. "A pretty boy," he said before taking a sip of the wine and looking her over in her nudity, for the first time, it seemed, taking a chance to really appreciate her sublime beauty. "Prettier still," he remarked. "You like your present though? Did it please you as much as it seemed?"
"It didn’t please me at all to know my people are all slaves, considering all the bullshit I’ve been doing to try to save their lives. But, bright side, I guess they’re not eating contaminated food anymore!" Her sarcasm was icy and she quickly drank down her wine.
Nodding to her words he drank down the rest of his glass as well then poured them both up to the top again. "You are a courageous and dedicated woman to do this much for them," he said. "Especially considering you had no good role models for such behaviour. Seeing as how all this hell is the fault of the old colonists," though he spoke seriously, it was hard not to notice his eyes lingering on her generous assets.
She had grown casual and lax, and noticing his gaze, her legs crossed rather primly, "Yea, well," she paused. "Alright, I’m missing something."
A light smirk formed on his face, and she had a hard time missing the twitch of his sizable cock as he enjoyed the sight of her large, exposed tits, and the ladylike way she tried to hide her womanhood. "When the colonists first came up, they wanted a new society, you see. With no more people like me," he took another big mouthful of wine. "People who will obey and do as they are told. Remind you of anyone?" he asked with a brow raised.
"Yea, obviously that worked out well for them. Fuck, isn’t that punishment enough? They fucked up and ruined the world or whatever it is they did," she slumped back, her arms moving to try to hide her breasts. His gaze was making her uncomfortable and she squirmed under it.
"So what, you were a rapist murdering psycho or something so they didn’t want you around anymore?" Made sense to her.
With a shrug he casually drank more wine, pouring himself up more and topping off hers as well. "Something like that," he said before reclining back and watching her, very obviously stiff now. Though he didn’t match Grent in proportion, it was an intimidating thing to have to be near under the circumstances.
"So the old colonists drugged us all. Made the mind slaves you see below, and the ‘Viles’ as the others call them," he laughed a bit, "and now here I am, in charge of them both," he stated. Her stubborn refusal to soften to him seemed to be souring his mood a little, or perhaps it was the alcohol that was aiding that effect. "Now you still want to help ‘your people’, do you?"
"Yes. And I’m not all that interested in helping them serve you better to pay penance for our parents being idiots," she stared at him. The adrenaline was rushing through her body and prickling her skin, and she finished off her wine once more. The heat was pleasant, even though she knew she couldn’t escape drunk. With Marim here, she wasn’t going to risk it.
Downing his own glass he placed it aside with hers and sat up, leaning over and resting his hands on her thigh and shoulders. "I want to rule the world," he said, then broke into a deep chuckle, "well, a nice chunk of it anyhow," he rectified.
"Hence why you’ve been stealing shit," she mused, staring at him. "If you’re going to offer me a position as a concubine, I already turned it down once this week, just so you know."
Squeezing her thigh and touching beneath her chin with the other hand he grinned wider, "Concubine? No," he chuckled. "Princess more like it," he stated. "Far too pretty and special to just be a concubine." With a shake of his smooth bald head he pointed off in the distance to where the valley opened up near the sea, "There are worse things than the Viles in this world, Alexandra. And the people of the valley have no chance to stand against them without being organized, united and strong."
"And you have a way to make people more afraid of whatever else is out there worse than murdering, raping lunatics without thought, reason, or a stitch of clothing?"
Even though she sounded sarcastic, a chill run down her spine. She had only just learned that the Viles existed and even though she took it in stride, the concept of more terrifying beings was something she was unprepared to grapple with.
Nodding slowly to her he said, "Exactly. Much worse. They don’t care to leave any of us alive," he said in a dark foreboding voice, and strangely everything he said sounded so honest. There was no disingenuous tone to his voice; he was serious, if repugnant and horny for her, if the throbbing organ between those muscled legs accounted for anything.
"I have already struck deals with the despicable Kenir Feysar of Anagio, and soon that place will be mine," he said, his strong hand gripping her thigh a little tighter, those thick fingers pressing into her soft inner flesh. "In a bit of time, I’ll have the whole valley under control."
Tilting her head towards him wit
h his hand on her chin he looked into her dark eyes with his own, so very similar, "Your people could be the first to join me and my merciless army. Be the best treated of all the normal humans like you and I."
She stared down at his hand, her skin prickling hot. She didn’t move away this time, though her legs tightened, "You’re going to be more clear about your terms. Wait, was I part of your deal with him? Me and Grent?"
His brows furrowed again, and she could see the confusion there before the name registered back in his mind. "Ah," with a chuckle he shook his head, "no. Why? Did that old fool send you to me?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"In a manner of speaking, yea. We.... Grent was supposed to get the stuff taken in the raid. Kenir mentioned it to me." She was so unnerved being around him, and she shifted a little in her seat.
His look of amusement widened and he gave her another look over, especially those large breasts of hers as they were exposed to the cool night air so far above the old colony below. "Silly fool. We had a deal, him and I," he chuckled again, "I could offer you revenge then too. On that wrinkled old bastard. What do you say?"
"You still haven’t told me about your plan. Of what’ll happen to the people from Omega. Or me, for that matter. I’m not great in the role of a princess, but who knows, to a murdering rapist I might look just swell in the role." Her eyes were hard on him, and she shifted once more under his gaze.
The darkly tanned man laughed, finding only amusement once more it seemed. "We can work out details later. But once the valley is mine, your people could be," he shrugged and looked around, "managers. Leaders. After all, I only have the Viles. And they are almost useless at doing anything but killing and pillaging." Smiling to her he tapped the side of his head, "I need thinkers. And of course, your friends will need someone to guide them." He gestured to her, his hand less than an inch from touching her breast, "You."
Even if she were to flee, there was nowhere to flee to. Still, she stood up, beginning to pace in front of him, "And what type of assurances do I have that the Viles won’t go psycho on them, huh?"
He tapped his hard chest, that barrel chest of his making a thud from the motion, "Mine," he said. With a confident smile, he didn’t look disingenuous to her at all. "Savaged and dead overlords don’t manage an empire well," he observed. "But I want from you a sign you are serious," he stated, leaning forward. "You are unique," he looked her over as she stood there, nude, her wrists still shackled but otherwise free and bare, "but I need to know you are interested in this offer I make you. I do not offer it lightly."
Her eyes were at him, and her lip trembled, "If I say ‘no’ will you call off the raid and offer protection and hope to my people? Let them go back to the bunker? Save the town from the mysterious other threats?" she thought out loud, breathing a bit harder. "What type of deal did you make with Kenir, huh?"
The large man leaned back into the corner of the couch, looking a bit exasperated by the questions. "My deal with Kenir was a trade of supplies. He is perhaps one of the few others in this valley who knows of the threats I speak of. He refused to join me, but in exchange he offered to set up some of his own people for an ambush, where I could claim supplies to help in the war against the Others."
He looked to her to be genuine, although losing patience for the telling. "However, Kenir is a degenerate. He is corrupt and will only lead his people and the whole valley to its doom. That is why we need to be unified," he stated. With a shrug he said, "If you refuse my offer, I will have to go ahead with my plans as best I can on my own. If you join me, however? You can try to help me come up with a better way to do things."
She stared at him before she moved back to the couch, crossing her legs once more, "Then there needs to be some ground rules, I think."
Looking exasperated still–and like a man not used to being so–he lifted his thick arms and shrugged, "Go on. Try me. But my patience grows thin. I do not make deals with many," he warned.
"Well, you said my people will be the leaders in your little revolution. I’m holding you to that, and I want Marim to be treated well. I don’t want any of them raped or killed, and this is in your best interest. If you want these people to follow you, they’re going to listen to me, and if they’re in constant fear, there’s nothing we can do about it. Secondly, I want to find out what happened to Grent, to talk to him in private, and I want him treated the same as the Omega’s. He’s a man you want on your side. He’s a man I want on my side," she stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction to her bossiness.
Irritation and annoyance was what she saw, though he waved it off, "I have said most of this already. As for this man you keep mentioning, I do not know of him, but I will have him found if he is here," he stated. "Now," he leaned back forward, looking at her intensely, "are you ready to seal the deal?"
"Why do I have a feeling that you’re asking me if I’m going to spread my legs for you?" she asked, her brown eyes boring into his.
A wide smile formed on his face and he reached out to cup her chin, "Because you are a clever girl. Just like your mother."
"Fuck, why would you bring her up now?" she hissed a bit, her eyes downcast. There was still hurt there, residual and usually deeply repressed. "Listen, this shit is complicated and terrifying. And I don’t like pain. And I feel like that’s what I’m agreeing to here."
Nodding to her he said, "I understand. You have your present from me, and my offer. I will give you a couple hours to think it over. Is that fair?" he asked, the horrifying looking man looking so casual and at ease before her, his ripped body undoubtedly gorgeous if not for the hideous tattoos that marked him so.
"So you’re not denying that you’re going to hurt me," she asked, and it was almost as if she deflated. All of the rage left her, and it was like looking into a shell. "If you return with good news about Grent..." she trailed off, then bit her lower lip, stilling its quiver.
Waving a hand dismissively he said, "I will not hurt you like that if you do not wish it," he said, apparently having misunderstood her. "I thought you meant the hurt of whatever moral qualms you have," at that he slipped from the sofa and stood, towering back over her. "I have women for that already," he said as he reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers over her blonde hair and smiling, "I will be nice if you wish it. Sweet even. It will be a fun change for me. So let’s go," he put his hand around to her shoulder blade, lightly guiding her towards the door.
She took in a breath, her eyes closing for a moment as she was easily led, "So are we safe from your dogs? The people here, I mean. Or is that an offensive term? What should I call the weak and the rage fuelled?"
"Whatever you like," he said, taking her out and across a hallway. The room he led her into was grand, large and with a massive pile of cushions. It wasn’t kept in the greatest of condition, but it appeared clean enough, better than most of the old colony. "You are above them once our deal is done," he said, reaching a hand over as he guided her towards the bed, sliding his hard smooth palm over her stomach to cup a breast, "they will be your dogs, as you say."
She swallowed, but even in her fear, her nipple stiffened and he could feel her skin stand at attention. It was unwanted, and she stepped back from him, her eyes boring into his. "So I guess you must have liked mom, huh? Or hated her. Probably both, from the looks of it."
"As you say," he responded, smiling pleasantly. "She could be stubborn like you, but she was a beautiful and sweet woman," he stepped back towards her, the giant man hedging her in against the bed as he reached for her tit again, that powerful hand squeezing her breast so that the stiff nipple pressed into his palm. Looking down to her he said in a husky, lust laden voice, "I am Nazir, by the way."
That same spark of dangerous desire traveled her body, so similar to her experience with Jarago. Her body craved something her mind fought against, and she licked her lower lip quickly, as if uncertain what the motion would wrought from him. "I’ve never been called sweet."
With a toothy grin th
at showed immense pleasure at her response, he tugged away the pathetic garment that passed for his kilt, letting it slip to the ground as the heavy thickness of his cock pounced up. Kneading the supple flesh of her large tit in one hand, he brought the other to her hip and guided her back onto the bed, lifting his left–knifeless–knee onto the bed beside her.
Her eyes widened, shocked at his behaviour, though really she shouldn’t have been. Her mouth was agape as she felt his body move against hers, "You said I had a few hours."
Sliding his hand from her hip he took hold of one leg, prying her thigh back to expose her slit. Reaching for it he brazenly touched his hard hand, feeling the reluctant dampness there. "You’ve already decided though," he said with that confident smile, the barbaric man manipulating and contorting her to his will as that thick, virile cock throbbed before her, so full of desire for her. "See?" He lifted his fingers, showing her the glossy tips before tasting them himself.
"That just happens," she protested, but her skin was already feeling so warm. She was trying to block out the faces of the men she knew she’d be disappointing, but they were nagging at her, trying to tell her what to do. To fight, to get away and save herself.
At least, that’s what she thought they’d say.
It wasn’t much help to her now, as she let her body be manipulated by the older, larger man. Swallowing, she pushed herself back on the bed, "Fuck, this is too much."
Climbing up onto the bed on both knees he pursued her, suckling his fingers clean of her flavour. He brought the other hand to his cock, pumping the thick, beastly thing, his fist brushing against the pale tuft of hair there, so oddly contrasting his darkly tanned skin. As he loomed back over her she could see the glistening precum on its tip, smell the musk of his arousal, "I will be kind and appreciative with you, sweet Alexandra," he said, his heavy voice almost a purr as he took hold of her two thighs again, keeping them wide.