Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, if did… Well I wouldn't be putting this in it xD
Warning: Yaoi (male/male) rape. Do not read if you don't like!!!!!!!!!
It was easy, evil, but easy to drug the barely legal Russian boy's vodka then drag him up to my private room where I laid him out onto my king sized bed. Tying his wrists to the bed posts and doing the same to his legs which I spread a part for easy access.
I had decided I would wait until he gained some conscious before I started to ravish his body which I presumed was still untouched and pure. Just the way I liked them.
So while I waited I stripped him of his shoes, socks, shirt undergarments and just clothes in general, enjoying the view of his creamy looking skin stretched out and bare, waiting for me. I couldn't wait for that said skin to be underneath my tongue so I could sample its taste and texture.
I soon grew impatient and wondered if I had slipped him too much of the drug and I stood. Pacing around the room, biting my lip and watching the clock. I stopped, it had been too long, it was time for him to wake up now.
I wasn't careful when I crawled onto the bed, settling myself on top of him and started grinding my hips, rubbing my bare member against his stomach, arousing myself far more than need be. I frowned, annoyed that he wasn't waking up yet. Huffing I leaned right over him, claiming his still lips and nipping my way down his throat to his chest where I roughly bit his right nipple.
He yelped and awoke with a start, those brown eyes that had drawn me in from the start staring up at me with confusion and mild horror. I knew he didn't know what was going on. Didn't know that I was planning on raping him and keeping him as my own, maybe even selling him off to other men or women as a prostitute. He would make me much money. I had an haunch that even once I'd taken him that his face would still hold that cute innocent that would draw everyone in.
Everyone would want a taste sooner or later. The peelers at the local stripe bar wouldn't be able to compete with my new Russian prize.
His soft, shaky and thick accented voice made me shiver with anticipation.
"Who are you?" he asked, his brown eyes starting to get glassy with threatening tears.
"It doesn't matter," I whispered running my hands down his sides, watching him shiver like he had made me.
I shrugged it didn't matter what he called me because I certainly didn't care. His eyes were still wide when I looked down and I smiled softly.
"Don't be afraid," I commanded roughly, too used to commanding a star ship crew.
I could tell my order hadn't sunk in at all, he was shaking, biting his lip, looking beyond scared to death. Inwardly shrugging to myself I reached down and lifted his hips as high as they would go with his ankles being tied to the bottom two bed posts.
"Tell me, what is your name?" I was curious, genuinely curious, I couldn't have a whore without a name could I?
"Ch-Chekov.. P-pavel." he stuttered, I could tell he was ready to cry. I guessed he knew what was to come next.
I positioned myself and thrust forwards into him, not giving him any time to adjust. His scream was music to my ears and I sighed, grinning as I stared down at his face, big tears tainting his perfect skin as I thrust over and over into him.
I felt an odd sensation and glanced down, red sticky blood coated my penis and was dripping onto the neat white sheets below us both. That is going to stain badly, I thought coldly, though I could bleach it…
My thoughts trailed off almost instantly his screams had died down, his eyes half closed as I neared my climax. The only sound from him was a hoarse rasping that sounded like he was having trouble breathing. I chuckled out loud and he flinched beneath me, god knows he'd be having trouble breathing with me thrusting into him had break neck speed. I had probably torn his anus beyond repair.
"Now, now Pavel," I cooed mockingly. I leaned over him grasping him by his throat and started to squeeze the life out of him as I fucked him into my own completion, his blood working like a natural lubricant. I groaned as I came and he gasped for air, writhing beneath me as my cum mixed with his blood and filled him to the rim.
I smiled sweetly and stroked his mouse brown hair, not bothering to dry his tear stained cheeks.
"Now, now Pavel," I repeated, "don't cry. Everything is going to be all right."
Pavel weakly moaned beneath me before he passed out. He was right. Nothing was going to be all right from now on.
Nothing would save him from the torment and humiliation I had planned for him…
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