The First Flame part 9

Trigger warning: This chapter contains sexual abuse. Please read with caution.

Siox’s blue tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked the corner of his lips, where Ran’s spit gathered.

The look of disgust on Ran’s face became surprise when he backhanded her. He took her distraction to snap electric cuffs on her wrists.

She looked at her hands with distress, and then back at him. “I just want to go home, Siox. Why are you doing this? The Federation thrived without women. You have your sex toys and laboratories. You don’t need me.”

“I do this because you said no,” he said, reaching for her top and ripping it off. “You said no time and time again, like you are better than me. You are only a hybrid mutt whose inferior planet nearly went extinct. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for luck.”

“Ezron is not inferior!” she snarled, angling her shoulders to hide her nudity.

His neck brace flashed when he took a picture of her distressed state.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her temper starting to cool from fear.

“I am sending the leaders of Ezron a present.”

“No. Don’t!” she begged. If her parents saw her bound and weak, they would lose their minds. Ran was never weak. They weren’t used to seeing that part of her.

Siox programmed the image to send and looked at the visor to make sure the ship was stable. They had been flying for a few minutes, so Tulis and Eon were far below.

“Where are we going?” she dared to ask.

“Not The Federation,” he scoffed.

She frowned, bringing her knees up to her chest.

“To a wild planet, then? Which galaxy?”

“What does it matter? You have no choice concerning where we settle. You will go to the ends of this universe if I wish it, and you will stay there until I tire of you.”

He pulled her hair, but she didn’t dare to yelp. She was only released when an alert came from the visor. They entered the stratosphere, and the ship needed manual navigation.

Ran took the opportunity to examine her surroundings. They weren’t a passenger ship, but a escape hut of a warship. There was no way to track these from a mother ship. They were designed that way in case a mother ship was commandeered.

Unless they skimmed across a radar, no one would find them.

Ran struggled against her restraints. She wouldn’t be dragged to a corner of the universe and raped by a slimy, leering Siox. His blue skin had no business being pressed against hers.

Her eyes locked on the visor. A planet she recognized all-too-tell appeared. It was planet Earth; her mother’s birthplace. The place she heard hundreds of stories of.

The idea of hiding on Earth was brilliant. No one would think of looking for her there. They would scout the wild planets first, and then risk communication with foreign sectors where intelligent life was suspected to exist. They would check anywhere, except the dark planet, Earth.

Tulis survived the Vanishing since its citizens reproduced asexually. The Federation survived it with their laboratory babies. Ezron survived it with the women that were teleported there by chance. Earth, though, was a tragedy.

Ran didn’t even know how they would reach it. Earth was in another sector. It was so far that not even a warship could reach it. The planet had been decaying in solitude for nearly twenty years, crying out for help to the vastness of space in hopes that intelligent life would find it. The messages were always found, but there was nothing the recipients could do. Tulis, The Federation, and Ezron figured the humane thing to do was to not spark false hope, and let nature run its course.

Ran wrecked her brain. How in the world would they reach a planet that was in a cold, dark, gloomy corner of the universe?

She snapped her head up. “You didn’t,” she rasped.

Ezron was the wealthiest of all the planets. It produced all kinds of precious metals, including one that Nebula liked to call “kryptonite.” Nebula and Kira discovered that the stuff was great to power spaceships. It was rare, though. Around ten years ago, a huge chunk was found. Ezron traded it to The Federation for thousands of supplies. Siox must have stolen the precious stone.

“This ship won’t survive the trip,” she warned him from her squirming position. “This is a suicide mission.”

Siox didn’t bother to turn around.

“Listen to me, Siox! These things can easily be knocked out of trajectory, and the cells holding the krypto are going to overheat because they weren’t made so sustain that power source. You’re going to get us deserted in the middle of nowhere, where no one can find us. Even if you try the wormholes–”

“Silence!” he snarled.

“Please,” she pleaded. “You took the same classes I did at The Academy. You know what I’m saying makes sense. Space will tear us apart, Siox. This is not a warship!”

He kept his attention locked on the visor. When he got irritated of her pleads, he dragged her into the only cot in the ship and locked her inside.

“Siox!” she repeated. “Turn this thing around before it’s too late! I’ll talk to my father. I’ll tell him to pardon you if you just listen to me.”

He was a lost cause, and soon, both of them would be literally lost when the ship broke down.

With her teeth, she dragged a blanket over her shoulders. She was cold– maybe from fear, maybe because she missed a certain male.

She was nodding off when the door burst open. Siox was there, stark naked. She jerked to her feet, not wanting to be anywhere near that disgusting, blue, dangling thing.

Sixed grasped her arm and tossed her on the bed. He ripped her sheet away. Panic erupted from her like lava. She didn’t want to beg, because she knew that wouldn’t take her anywhere with him, so she chose to fight. She’d choose his anger over his lust any day.

“Do all Feducians have short dicks like you? Maybe The Vanishing didn’t take your women. Maybe they left to find men with real dicks somewhere-”

He bust her lip open before she could finish. With renewed vengeance, he brought a meaty fist down until she curled into herself. The blows came so quickly that she hurt everywhere all at once. With her hands hand-cuffed, there was nothing she could do but lie there and bite back her cries.

Ezronians weren’t weak– whether female or male, and she would honor that truth even if she was alone with her torturer.

Siox pulled her hair some more. He seemed to be obsessed with that part of her. Maybe it was because most Ezronian women braided it, and Ran’s was flowing down her back freely. Siox didn’t want her free. He never liked how spirited she was.

He hit her so hard in the head that she saw stars. Then, when he was done beating her, she rasped for breath. Everything ached, and she feared her knee was shattered.

Her throat felt like she swallowed one of Tulis’ deserts. She swallowed, desperate for water, and flinched when something splattered on her. She looked down at her thighs. There was a sparkling substance there– semen. Siox was jerking off, raining on her if he knew she was thirsty and wanted to mock her.

“I better see you still wearing that on your skin when I come back,” he growled, flicking his penis to throw some last droplets on her.

When he left, he slammed the door shut. The walls rattled, and her abused muscles felt the vibrations.

Ran looked down at her distressed state. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. The semen trickled down her. It felt cold like its owner. She gagged and bit her busted lip to hold back her vomit and whimpers.

She refused to make a sound.

Closing her eyes, she thought of happier time– playing with her sisters, spending time with her parents, exploring the luscious jungles of Ezron.

Then, she thought of Eon. Him buckling her to her seat as they crashed into Tulis, and risking death by pinning her with his body. Him jumping to the front lines to protect her. Him kissing her breathless. Him declaring to all of Ezron that she was his. Him looking devastated when she was taken.

Him.

mmm can't wait until Eon rips Siox's dick off