Fly Me To The Moon

A/N and warning: This chapter will feature details for Freddie's rape. It will not be pretty!

Channing One Shuttle

Bound For The Moon

15:26 hours ship time

Sam closed the hatch to the sleeping compartment and locked the door. She turned and looked at Freddie and slowly floated over to him and kissed him with a slow passion, not wanting to rush this.

Freddie was willing at first, but as the kiss deepened he pulled back and floated away from her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Sam asked as she tried to float toward him, only to have him float away from her again.

"I can't Sam, trust me; you don't want to be with me like that… I just can't," he hung his head and wouldn't look at her.

"Freddie I won't pretend to know how you feel or how bad you hurt, but I love you with all of my heart and nothing or no one will change that," Sam floated closer to him and extended her hand trying to touch his face, but he pulled away, "Freddie, please, let me in, let me help you, please?"

"Please Sam, I… they…" a few tears drifted up his face and floated freely between them like a saline barrier, "they broke me, humiliated me, I can never be the man I was, I'll never be able to be the man you love, never again."

"Baby, nothing that happened changes how I feel about you," she told him as she reached out to him again, "the fact that you did that to save me makes me love you even more baby, please don't shut me out, I want to help."

"How are you going to help Sam?" he turned and looked her in the eyes, "Are you going to make the fact that they sodomized me with everything from themselves to bottles, urinated on me and in me, forced me to give them blow jobs and swallow, beat me with anything they could find, they shit on me Sam and shoved it in my face and mouth, and made sure that it was all filmed and posted all over the web, all go away like it never happened? Are you gonna make that leave my head every time I even think about sex, are you?"

"I'll do whatever it takes to get back the man I love."

He laughed bitterly at her, "Ain't much of a man left."

"Bullshit, you're more man than any man I have ever known," she snapped back at him, "We can't go anywhere without running into an old "friend" of yours, who all seem to think you're the second "cumming", pun intended," she noticed that in spite of himself he smiled at that, " and you've turned me into a raving nymphomaniac. You make John Wayne look like Liberace baby."

She placed her hand gently on his face and he didn't pull away this time. She floated closer to him and slowly kissed his cheek and smiled when he turned and drew her into a deep, passionate kiss. She snaked her arms around his neck and the two began to slowly spin around as Sam felt the zipper of her jumpsuit being pulled down and his hand slip inside. She reached out and began to unzip his suit and ran her hand inside. She waited for a moment to see if he stopped her, but when his hand began to rub over her center, she reached and closed her hand over his hardness and let a low sensual moan escape her mouth, which was still covered by his. He slid his mouth down to her cheek and down her neck till he found her pulse line and began to softly suck on it as he removed her jumpsuit, removing her hand from his hardness to send the suit spinning away. Sam removed his suit, his lips never leaving her neck. Freddie could feel her beginning to get closer to the edge as he removed her bra and underwear, he knew better than to even think about calling them panties around her, and she removed his underwear as well. She noticed as his mouth moved to cover her left breast that their cloths were floating in a semi-sexual manner that would be funny if she wasn't about to explode with her first orgasm, and Freddie hadn't even entered her yet.

"Ohhhhh…shitttt…mmmmmmmmm," Sam yelled as she fell over the edge into bliss. Sam felt her eyes roll back in her head and knew she was once again in the hands of the master and that was all she would ever want or need.

"What's that noise?"Ashley asked as Al slowly worked his way down her neck.

"That, my dear is the sound of Benson family therapy in action," his lips never left her neck, "I'd be happy to demonstrate it for you."

"You really taught him everything he knows?"

"Oh yes my dear, but not everything I know."

Channing One Shuttle

Bound For The Moon

18:35 hours ship time

Al sat in the galley eating some sort of concentrate meat product, turkey he thought, when a slightly disheveled and completely contented looking Sam floated into the room with a faraway look in her eyes.

Al grinned and began to sing, "If the spaceship is rockin', don't come a knockin', I said, if the spaceship is rockin' don't come a knockin'."

Sam grinned at him in pure satisfaction and bowed, which turned into a flip, "In space, no one can hear your orgasm, except the people two cabins down, sounded like you went to the "final frontier" yourself, several times."

"You will believe and old man can get a hard-on," he wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam laughed and patted his shoulder, "Any coffee around here?"

"Just these energy concentrates, but they work pretty well I guess," he held up a dark looking wedge of something.

"Looks like a turd," she laughed as she took it and sniffed it, "smells like one too."

"Wait till you taste it and the trinity will be complete, but it will perk you up like two cups of coffee does," he grinned back at her.

She grimaced as she began to chew the wedge, "God almighty, even shit must taste better than this," she cringed as she said this thinking about Freddie and was glad he wasn't here to hear it.

Al saw the look and knew it must have struck a nerve and he lowered his voice and asked, "So, how is he really?"

"They are the vilest subhuman bastards who have ever liked," Sam whisper/hissed, turning to make sure they were alone, "I intend to make both of them pay dearly for what they did to him. He's some better, but the scars are going to run long and deep from what they did. I almost lost him. It took a lot to get him back."

"My money's on you honey, that boy loves you with a passion like I've rarely ever seen, you'll get him through," Al pulled her into a hug, "I'm so glad he has you girl, he's a lucky man and I know you'll take care of him."

Sam spoke into Al's chest, "I'm the lucky one Al, I've never felt so loved or been in love like I am with him. My God I can't even stand the thought of not having him in my life."

"Well good, then I guess I won't have to move anywhere," Freddie said as he floated through the hatch of the galley, "although the fact that I find you and Al hugging as I come in somewhat disturbing."

"Damnit Sam, I told you to cool it or he'd catch on to us," Al said in mock anger and shock, pulling her closer to him, "I guess we're through, and I just got that new shipment of Viagra in the mail, shit!"

"Aren't you shooting dust by now, OLD MAN," Freddie grabbed Sam and spun her into his arms.

"Keep going sonny, old men last longer you know," Al quipped.

"Yeah, but who wants to fuck an old man for a really long time?" Freddie raised one eyebrow at him.

"I might take up that offer," Ashley floated in and smiled as she placed a gentle kiss on Al's lips, "how are you, lover?"

"You tell me darling, how was I?" he gave Freddie a smug look and stuck out his tongue.

"Mmmm…," Ashley purred and floated over to the cabinet and removed a small tray and sent it flying toward Sam and Freddie followed by another, "breakfast children, or lunch, or dinner whichever one you choose to call it. One is a beef concentrate meal and one is chicken. I have a turkey one if you want to trade. They're not great, but not bad either, now the energy concentrates look, smell, and taste like shit, but they work.

Sam winced at her statement and looked at Freddie who took one of the offending wedges and popped it in his mouth and began to chew.

"Yah, at least shit has peanuts to give it flavor, this stuff sullies the good name of shit," Freddie said through a grimace.

"Eww… Freddie, that's disgusting," Sam tried not to laugh at the crude remark but was having a hard time doing it. 'He's coming back to me,' she thought gladly, 'he's able to laugh, oh God it's so good to hear his sexy laugh.'

"I'll never eat anything you cook Freddie, EVER!" Ashley said as an involuntary shudder passed through her body, "now choke that shit down because I've got to train you three on flying the landers before we get there. I'll have to stay with the ship when we get there, so you'll have to pilot yourselves down."

"Wouldn't it be safer for you to do that and one of us stay here?" Freddie asked, shooting a quick glance at Sam that she didn't see.

"Not unless one of you can insert us in the correct orbit to hide us from Nico's other ships and perform the maneuvers necessary to meet the returning lander," Ashley looked at them all, "the lander is much less complicated thing to learn about. If you can play video flight games you can fly one."

"Um… honey, the only video game I ever played was "pong" and that didn't end well, plus I just don't think I'd be very safe operating one so…," Al felt a sharp pain that doubled him over. It was the first one in a while and it was the worst one yet. It took his breath away and washed everything else out of his mind, and then just as suddenly as it came, it left him.

Freddie and Ashley were in his face when his vision cleared and seconds later when the ringing in his ears stopped he could hear them asking questions fast and furiously at him. He held his hand up and waved them off as he tried to regain himself.

'Not yet goddamn it, not yet,' he thought as he reached for the bottle of vicodin in his pocket and quickly took three of them with some of the water in a bag Velcroed to the table.

As he put the pill bottle back in his pocket he looked at the worried faces and flashed his best little boy "I didn't do it" smile, "Relax, that's another reason I don't need to fly one of those things. I'll be fine, I told you if I think I might endanger you, I'll sit it out, but I'm fine, well as fine as terminal cancer can be anyway. Way I see it if I go here I won't have as far to go."

"It's gettin' worse Al, you took three pills," Freddie looked at him worriedly.

"And before it's over I may be taking six or seven at a time, they just cut the pain some, they don't make it go away," Al looked Freddie in the eyes, "I've been sitting down there in Florida watching the clock wondering if this was the last day, bemoaning the fact that I was dying, not seeing that I was already dead. You've brought me back to life son, you've allowed me to quit feeling sorry and maudlin about myself and let me get back in the game one last time. I've never begged before in my life, but please don't cut me out of this now, I can still help."

"I give that lame speech a four on the humble meter you old fart," Freddie laughed and hugged his uncle, "all that was missing was snow, a yelping dog, and violin music. Even in space I can smell bullshit. You just be ready when we land because we're going to force feed Nico and company their nuts."

"The important thing to remember is that unlike a video game you can't make quick jerky movements," Ashley explained as she gently nudged the control stick of the lander to the left causing the craft to swing around in a slow graceful left turn, "the trick is small short bursts of the thrusters, if you fire them for too long it'll send you into a flat spin that you won't be able to pull out of and then you're toast. Freddie, take the controls. You can handle a stick can't you?"

"That's Sam forte I believe," he smiled as he took the controls and turned the craft into lazy left and right turns like he had been flying them his whole life. He then turned the craft back toward the ship and with skill that Ashley wished she possessed.

After he effortlessly set the lander down in the bay and cut its engines, Freddie turned toward the two women and bowed, "We nerds are quite amazing, are we not?" he winked at them both, "So, teacher, teacher, I'm I allowed to leave class and go visit the old folks in the cabin?"

"If you talk to him like that, the "old folks" may put his foot sideways up your ass," Ashley smiled at him as she nodded yes that he could leave, "Al is quite a man Freddie, I see where some of your charming ways come from."

"Well we nerds have a lot of time to practice the art of love," he grinned.

"Stroke by stroke," Sam and Ashley both laughed at Sam's reply.

Freddie floated into the cockpit and took a seat by Al, who was watching the progress of the lander flights from the side portholes.

He slapped the older man on the back as he buckled in and looked out the window himself, "How's the training going?"

"Hey there young man," Al smiled, "Well I guess that was you doing the smooth sailing a minute ago, huh?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Sam seems to be getting the hang of it, but she's not quite as good as you were," he laughed, "but I'd never tell her that, At least not to her face."

"You're learning, you are learning," Freddie laughed.

Al turned to him and said in a very serious tone, "You know I'm gonna make it back with you, right?"

"I kind of figured you didn't intend to," Freddie said, looking him in the eyes.

"I'm proud of you "son", you've become a hell of a man and the fact that you kind of followed your "uncle" into the family business, well I have to say Freddie, I feel honored that you're my flesh and blood, and thank you for giving me back a little of my dignity in my final days," he reached out and hugged his nephew and a few tears floated up into the cabin from both of them, "I have one last favor to ask of you, when the time comes, I know you want and disserve to, but let me take out Nico, PLEASE!"

A look of pure hate rose in Freddie's eyes, a fire burned in the brown irises that left Al worried and a little scared at the same time. Freddie seemed to be looking past Al, the ship, and space it's self into some dark soulless place where only the damned could see and the unredeemed could live.

"I'm sorry Al, but I can't do that," his tone was flat, cold, and without a trace of humanity, "that bastard dies slowly and with as much pain and humiliation as I can muster. I can't do that for you, I'm sorry."

"I understand, but I had to try."

They both turned to look out the portal at Sam as she began to master the controls of the lander and made beautiful loops and turns with ease. Neither of the men said a word, but Al looked at Freddie quickly out of the corner of his eye and was chilled to the bone at what he saw. He had seen the look only once before, on Dessler's face, when he had approached Sam with the vivisection knife when they had been in his "room", as Nico had called it. His nephew was in a dark place and he wasn't sure if Nico got what he deserved from him If Freddie would ever be able to come back into the light again.

Channing Two Shuttle

Bound For The Moon

19:12 hours ship time

Dessler floated in the cabin as he ingested the elixir that he needed to become the Aryan god that he was. Because of the zero G, he couldn't risk shooting it into his veins, an air bubble could form and cause an embolism that would kill him, and gods must not die.

The woman and the boy were presents from Channing, gifts to be enjoyed along the way to the moon. He could feel the power begin to build in him. It was different, not the warm, almost hot, feeling that coursed through his veins, this one started in his chest and flowed outward, an almost butterfly like feeling that slowly took hold of his body. He felt his eyelids flutter a few times as the magic took a strong hold of him and the true power began to surge like a wave throughout his body. He looked at the two subjects, restrained against the wall and felt the first stirrings in his manhood. The woman, a blonde in her mid to late sixties, and had been part of Channing's three pronged perverted plan to debase the wife of Benson, at least till circumstances had forced him to kill her. Now the old woman and the young boy, her grandson, were of no consequence to him and he had given them to Dessler to "play" with.

He smiled at them both, their faces etched in fear, and turned to his tray of "toys", all Velcro to the tray to keep them from floating away.

He loved the thrill of having both a woman and a child to "play" with. Mother or grandmother, nothing ratcheted the fear, the pain, and the other emotions like the instinct of a bitch to protect her pup. He could already feel himself becoming engorged at the thought of it.

He selected a thin instrument with a hoop like blade, used to flail small pieces of skin off, and a long thin knife about nine inches long, and turned back toward the two, whose eyes went wide with horror.

"We are all three going to have so much fun together," he chuckled and he floated close to the boy and stared at the woman, "How much do you love the boy, whore?" as he asked he took the long knife and cut a gash across the boys chest from the right to left nipple, watching with great delight as the blood floated free of the body and formed strange patterns as the danced about the cabin.

The boy, no more than five or six, screamed in pain and began to cry, begging for his mother and grandmother, causing Dessler to moan a little in ecstasy, and the older woman to struggle against her bonds.

"You sick bastard," the woman screamed, "leave him alone!"

Dessler floated toward her, scooping two of the stray globules of the boys floating blood in his hand as he passed, and stared at her, "What are you willing to do to save the boy, SLUT?" he grabbed the woman's jaw and forced it open, sending the two globules of the boys blood floating in, and then closing her mouth, forcing her to ingest the blood with a retching fit.

"Blood from the fearful taste so much sweeter, don't you think?" he smiled as he floated over and took three of the globules in his own mouth, "Mmmm, so divine."

"I'll kill you if you touch him again, you bastard," the older woman screamed, but Dessler laughed and took the hooped instrument and began to remove small pieces of skin from around the boy's ribs as the boy squalled. He let the small pieces of skin float away, along with the blood, as he slowly removed the epidermis layer of skin from the rib cage of little Jackson Puckett Hess as his grandmother, Pamela Puckett watched and screamed till her voice gave out, all under the watchful eye of the video cameras that sent the footage to Nico Channing's cabin.

Melanie Puckett Hess watched as Dessler skinned the rib cage of her son through an orbit of tear drops that looked like misshapen marbles rotating around her head, the tape over her mouth keeping her screams from being heard, and Tony's iron grip holding her still. Channing had his hand inside her jumpsuit rubbing her core in a brutal manner as he nibbled at her neck, taking small bites every once and awhile, as he whispered to her, "Alas, I didn't get to enjoy you and your sister together, but if you wish to save your son, I will get to enjoy you."

Melanie's eyes went wide with horror and she tried to squirm away from Channing and Tony, to no avail.

"We arrive at the moon in less than two hours; Dessler can do a lot of damage in that amount of time my dear, so make your mind up quickly."

She nodded with a look of disgust on her face.

"Perfect," he pointed to Tori on the other side of the room, "Tori will be joining us as well as Tony and we will all have a wonderful time."

He reached over to the wall, removing his hand from Melanie's jumpsuit, and touched the comm. Unit, "Dessler leave the boy alone for now, and just hold him with you. Do whatever you wish to the old whore and let the boy watch," Nico smiled and let out a chuckle as he turned to Melanie, "You can watch too. Just so you know what will happen if you go back on your word."

Pamela Puckett's screams and the crying of Jackson Hess reverberated around the cabin with a sicken loudness that blocked all other sounds.

Jackson's mind snapped with no fanfare and no outward signs that anything had happened to him. He just retreated into himself and became lost there. It happened at the moment that Dessler removed his J'Mam- maw's left ear and let it float in front of his face. The bright blue eyes went to a dull, lifeless almost gray tone as he collapsed in on himself. A small amount of drool escaped from his mouth and all feeling left his body as his bowels let go and he urinated and defecated on himself.

Pamela Puckett lived for a total of eight agonizing hours before death mercifully took her. Her body was consigned to the void with other trash from the ship as it passed around the dark side of the moon.

Seven hours after entering the moon's orbit, Channing Three entered orbit and twenty minutes after that six landers set down just outside the base in Collins crater.

I'm so sorry about taking so long to write and post this chapter, but the holidays and the flu have wiped me out. I also have begun a co-authored story, Other Fish, But Not You with the fabulously talented Annierocket under the name Anniepal, so please check it out. I had planned to hold off on the Puckett family reunion till after everyone reached the moon, but after making you wait, I thought I'd give you a little extra reason to hate Dessler and Channing now. As always, let me know what you think.

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