Chapter 1 #2
The alien tightened his grip and stared down at Wid with his head cocked to one side.
He didn’t look any happier than Wid felt, yet instead of letting him go, he reached out with his other hand and ripped Wid’s T-shirt from his body.
It came apart as if made from tissue paper.
In the face of obvious evidence of where things were headed, Wid fought back.
Twisting, punching and kicking, he tried to free himself and escape his fate with all the strength he possessed.
It was like striking granite—the alien’s body so hard and unyielding.
If he caused the male any pain, it wasn’t evident.
The only sounds were coming from Wid and he was the only one showing any sign of strain.
His resistance did him no good. Everything he’d been wearing when captured was torn from his body.
As soon as Wid was bare-assed naked, the alien lifted him up by the waist and tossed him onto the bed.
Wid bounced a few times while he caught his breath, then tried to stand up to run.
There was nowhere to go, of course, because the alien blocked the way back to the other room.
But rational thought had abandoned him. Pure instinct made him try to flee.
Gaining traction on the mattress proved difficult, and by the time he managed to put one foot on the floor, the alien had moved to catch him and toss him back.
Wid tried again and again, each time failing to get himself more than a step or two from the bed.
The Travian said nothing. He merely methodically removed his own clothing and kept snatching Wid up and throwing him down.
By the time the alien male was completely nude, Wid lay exhausted and badly winded.
It didn’t help that he’d been given hardly anything to eat and little water to drink since his capture.
The alien, damn him, wasn’t even breathing heavily as he approached the bed.
Wid crawled away backward like a crab in a last futile effort to escape.
The alien looked somehow bigger without his clothes, his pale skin almost pearlescent in the ambient light of the room.
There was no discernable hair on his body other than his head.
The massive cock of the being stood out easily with nothing to hide it.
Long and thick, it gleamed with wetness that dribbled slowly from the head.
With his eyes glued to the weapon coming toward him, Wid shook his head.
“No. Please, don’t,” he begged in a voice choked with fear. Any bravado he’d ever felt disappeared in the face of being raped.
The alien knelt on the bed and reached for Wid.
Grabbing him by the ankle, he dragged him closer.
With the last of his energy, Wid kicked out with his free leg.
He knew a moment’s satisfaction when the Travian grunted from the solid blow that Wid landed on his chest. The creature wasn’t immune from pain after all.
The gratification was short-lived, however.
The alien’s fingers clamped down on Wid’s arms and hauled him up.
Their gazes locked for a second. “Please,” Wid pleaded one more time before he found himself face down on the bed.
A heavy, hot weight pressed him farther into the mattress. Warm breath tickled his ear before a bass voice rumbled, “Lie still! There is no choice for either of us.”
It took a second for Wid to realize the alien spoke in English, not Travian.
Before he had time to process the meaning of the words, however, something wet and warm and hard slid against his ass.
The strange declaration be damned, fear gave him the strength to struggle, albeit futilely.
A knee forced its way between his legs, spreading them wide.
The blunt head of the alien’s cock pressed against his hole, slid up his crack, then returned.
Wid couldn’t keep the whimper from escaping his lips.
He clawed at the slippery cloth he lay on and closed his eyes tight.
The alien pushed to gain entrance. Wid squeezed his sphincter tight in a vain attempt to keep him out.
“Don’t resist. I’ll make it quick.”
Again, Wid’s mind tried to process the intent behind the alien rapist’s version of pillow talk.
He sounded almost apologetic, which made no sense.
No one hovered over the bed with a weapon to the creature’s head, making him do this terrible thing.
And did he really believe Wid would just acquiesce to this horror without complaint?
Fucker! Wid renewed his effort to keep the alien cock out.
He was no match for the creature’s strength, however.
The thick rod breached his hole. The searing pain of it robbed him of his breath.
The cock bore into him, stretching his rectum with relentless pressure.
Too stunned to even scream, he could only do as the alien had commanded—lie there and take it.
The alien’s copious pre-cum slicked the way, but God, the burning as his body struggled to accept the girth and length brought tears to Wid’s eyes.
There was no chance to grow accustomed to the invasion.
As soon as the alien had sheathed himself fully, he began his thrusting.
Hard, long strokes drilled Wid into the bed.
Strong fingers held him in place as if the piercing cock was not already enough to do so.
He wanted to cry, would have without shame given the brutal assault, if he’d had the breath to do so.
Instead, he panted to the rhythm of the pounding and prayed that, as promised, it would be over quickly.
And so it was. With a guttural growl, the alien seated himself deep inside Wid’s ass.
Wid could feel fluid pulsing into him. Thinking it was over, he bucked up against the heavy male.
But the alien didn’t get up, rather he rolled over to his side, bringing Wid with him.
The cock stayed embedded. Wid tried to expel it with a strong push of his rectal muscles.
The damn thing didn’t budge. It remained hard and unmovable.
The alien’s harsh breath wafted onto Wid’s head while his arm encircled Wid’s chest to hold him close.
Wid squirmed to free himself to no effect.
Then a heavy leg was thrown over him to anchor him more firmly in place. So much for the bastard’s assurances.
He remained trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. The laser shot to the head was looking better to him now. Then he thought of his parents and his sisters and how they must be worried, not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. Better that they not know.
He didn’t so much fall asleep lying captured in the alien’s arms, as pass out, exhausted by the day’s events.
He got no rest, however. Plagued by nightmares, he kept twitching awake.
Understanding of his plight always came to him quickly and it was like the first time each time it happened.
His heart raced with fear and he instinctively struggled to free himself, forgetting that it was pointless.
Worse, his captor woke with him, if the creature even slept.
His massive cock remained hard and rammed up Wid’s ass.
He fucked Wid again and again, ignoring Wid’s pleas to stop and leave him be.
Eventually Wid’s mind simply shut down and went blank.
When next he woke, he lay on his side, curled into a tight ball, shivering against the cold.
His personal heater had left the bed and the room was fucking freezing.
The damn Travians ran at a higher core temperature than humans.
Without clothes or bed covers, there was nothing to keep him warm.
He wanted to close his eyes again and huddle in his misery, but he felt too vulnerable on the bed.
With a stifled groan, he forced his limbs to straighten.
God, everything ached, his ass most of all, and bruises already showed purple and black on a fair amount of his skin.
Rolling to one side, he pushed to stand up.
As soon as he got vertical, however, his head swam.
He would have landed face down on the floor if strong hands hadn’t grabbed him and helped him stay upright.
He instinctively tried to escape the alien’s hold.
Where the hell had the thing come from and how did it get to him so fast?
Breaking free proved impossible, of course, in any event.
The urge to duck his head and cower was strong.
The humiliation of what had been done to him more than anything else hurt so badly that he wasn’t sure he had the strength to look his rapist in the eye.
But his pride proved stronger, so he lifted his face and stared at the creature.
He let all of his hatred show, and while he didn’t say anything, he hoped his expression conveyed his defiance.
It was a hard thing to maintain, especially as Wid remained naked while the alien had dressed fully in his red uniform.
The alien said nothing. He merely looked back at Wid with what might have been perplexity, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of this human standing in his bedroom.
A few seconds ticked by before he let Wid go.
His hands hovered nearby as if gauging whether Wid would keel over.
Then he pulled a metal choke collar from his belt and slipped it around Wid’s neck before Wid could think to try to evade it.
He attached a leather leash to the collar and turned away.