Previously

"To Fuck Max, I wanna FUCK, and there aren't any beings here that are really atomically correct for me other than you."

Blink.

Stare.

Blink.

Stare.

'Damn she actually just said that didn't she? So much for being subtle.' Motioning my head side to side I say in a mocking tone, "I can see plenty of other human male's to be your toy's."

"Ahhh. but your not like most human male's now are you Max Evan's. I know your secret." She says in a silky voice that now has a sinister tone to it.

"I-I don't know what you mean.. Wait a sec, how did you know my last name?"

"Who the hell are you?" I ask in a loud voice no longer caring about cowering away from the guards.

"A ghost." She whispers.

"Just a ghost."

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Part 3

If ever evil angel bore,

The form of moral, such he wore;

By all my hope of sins forgiven,

Such looks are not of earth nor heaven!

~ Lord Byron

The shadows seem to retreat away from the dark cloaked figure as she strides along passageways almost speedily as another figure in a crumbled and torn brown cloak follows a few paces behind desperately trying to keep up with her.

The twists and turns of the labyrinth of tunnels keeps going onward and upward, gradually getting cleaner and brighter with less and less other creatures around, until they find themselves going down a large empty corridor completely unlike anything on the lower decks of the ship. No dirt, mark, rubbish or loitering thing can be seen. The clean white walls seem to pulse with a bright glow, which makes the place seem cold and sterile as they walk down it further and further. No doors, no turnings, no nothing excepts an endlessly straight long corridor.

Then the female stops in mid stride startling the male following behind her and turns to the wall on her left glancing at her new possession for a moment then looking back at the wall she raises her and waves it over a section of the wall where a glowing hand print appears. Placing her hand on the spot an entrance way opens up in the wall and a sent almost like flowers drifts out of it.

The female figure sashays in leaving the male to stand there for a few moments before he hesitantly follows her just in time before the entrance way disappears behind him into a plain wall once again.

I watch him standing there for a few moments looking round my dimly lit room like a lost little lamb taking everything in. His eyes are drawn first to the sunken down oval bed over on the far left covered in soft small to large purple and blue cushions. Then after lingering his gaze there for a few moments he takes in the rest of the circular room, which isn't much. On his right is a seat and desk that looks like it has being chiseled out of the wall face with some kind of screen before it, just pass the desk is a archway leading to darkness and on left pass the bed is another archway with a soft warm glow emanating from it. Other than some strange alien objects that he wouldn't understand scattered about on shelves in the room the whole place seems rather bare and yet cozy.

Then his eyes meet mine, for the first time I get a look to him in some more decent light, and my heart flinches at what I see.

"Come here." I order in cold tone, gesturing to the center of the room.

After taking a second or two as if deliberating what to do he starts to slowly move forward not breaking his gaze with me the whole time. His face is expressionless, but his eyes. I can still see straight through his eyes and into his soul like I always could. Now though the only thing I can see is pain, endless pain and loss, but I refuse to let myself falter, I'll never let him win me over again no matter what, this time I dictate, I control.

"Take off the rags." I order again in another cold tone daring him with my eyes to try and disobey me. He doesn't though, his broken, I can sense it, he has no hope left in him and part of me rejoices at this while another part of me deep within weeps at it.

Slowly he slides the old torn length of material that passes for a cloak off his shoulders and lets it fall onto the floor behind him and then looks up at me blankly performing tasks like a robot.

"When I said take off the rags, I meant All of them." I state pointedly and watch as his eyes flash with some emotion I can't identify before it's gone. As he starts to unknot the rags from around his waist I can't help noting how beautiful his body still is, even through all the dirt and grime, all the long greasy hair hanging around his face and stubble, he still looks beautiful to me. His muscles are more defined and toned even though he looks so tired and weak, unlike the rest of the humans I saw down in the pit he has no wounds or scars decorating his flesh. 'Thanks to alien healing powers I bet.'

Then I get the eye full as the rags around his waist fall to the floor, I fight the trembles that I feel building in the core of my body as my eyes devour the length and girth of his male member. 'Damn, if it's that big now, I wonder what it will be like fully awakened?' I wonder feeling a deep pull down in my loins.

Moving towards him I watch him flinch at my advancement, 'I guess me still fully clothed and him not wearing a scrap is kind intimating' I think laughing inwardly and allowing a sultry smile to appear on my lips. Prowling around him quietly as he stands there in the center of the room I start to memorize every inch of his hard body, the strong abs, the tight but cheeks, the strikingly angled shoulder blades, not to mention two large jewels hanging between his legs along with other valuable things hanging there, Max Evan's was I master piece and I silently thank whoever designed his scrumptious little body and stuck it in a pod.

"Follow me." I tell him once I've finished my inspection and head off in the direction of the archway with the golden light pouring through it.

I hear the soft pads of his bare feet follow me in and then the hushed gasp that he emits upon entering the room. My bathroom. Unlike any his ever seen that's for sure. The most spectacular thing in here that takes up the whole wall span in front of you and to the left is the large bath, or small pool would be more correct, where the steam skips and dances above the waters surface sending a sweet fragrance around the room. The continuous rain fall from above the pool sparkles and shimmers in the light making each drop seem like a falling diamond as it makes its slow descent into the pool, slow indeed due to slight decrease in gravity there.

All the walls are covered in what looks like vines knitting themselves together in spectacular patterns that glow with a golden energy. Off to the right is a small indent in the wall where there's a seat with a hole, which even Max should be able to realise is a toilet.

Undoing my cloak I slip it off my shoulders and slip it on to a vine that's protruding from the wall. His eyes rake over my form for the first time seeing me without the cloak on. Unable to fight the temptation I do a drawn out twirl and say with an icy tone, "Like anything you see?"

This just makes him snap his gaze away from me and back to the pool. I look good and I know it, and I know he knows it. What fun I'm going to have. I take a few slow steps and come face to face to him with about 1-2 feet distance between us. Fingering the smooth silky purple material of the strap to my dress I let my hand drift slow down my body across the opaque purple on my torso clinging to me like a second skin with no seam, stitch, or zip in sight, just pure purple fabric like it has being molded to my skin. As the dress goes past my hips and flares out, the material starts to get more and more transparent until it reaches my ankles and you can't be sure if there's anything there or not.

Then realising I have his complete attention I rip the dress with one hand as if it was tissue paper and let it fall to the ground at my feet and stand there before him completely nude. The amount of strain his under to keep his expression neutral is almost comical as his eyes graze down my body like fingers and back up again. A slight fizzing sound draws his attention back down the ground as he watches the material of the dress dissolving away at my feet.

Annoyed his not paying his complete attention to my body, I poke the rapidly disappearing fabric with my toe and say in a low tone, "Disposable dresses, whata concept, does away with laundry."

Raising my hand to his chest I take him unawares by scrapping my nail gently over one of his nipples causing him to jump slightly and snap his gaze right back at me.

"What do you want?" He says in an emotionless tone for the first time since leaving the pit.

"You know what I want Max." I whisper in a sensuous voice letting my fingertips follow my trip round his body until I'm looking at his muscular back once again. "But for now all I want is that filth and stench off of you, must have you at your best for me." Then placing the palm of my hand on his back I shove him forwards towards the pool.

Once in the center of the pool I stand in front of him with the warm water showering down on us, the water coming up to about his knees and about mid thigh on me is annoying, reminding me of how short I am in comparison still, and that I have to look up at him.

I grab a sponge like circular ball that looks more chunk of a cloud that I've reached up into the sky and stolen. Dipping it into the water I begin to wash around Max's neck and watch as the dirt on his skin vanishes with out the need of any soap. Dabbing it across his face I fight back the weakness in my knees when I see him looking down at me intensely, ignoring the feeling I slowly drag the sponge like thing down one of his arm's making sure to touch every bit of skin with it then repeat the task on his other arm. Leisurely tracing the contour's of muscles on his chest I clean all the weeks or months of built up grime off of him and then traveling around him again clean the smooth flesh of his back getting lower, and lower, until I brush the sponge across his but softly, all the while he stays perfectly motionless not making a sound.

'Hmm.. I wonder how long you can hold out Max?' I think inwardly enjoying the challenge.

Moving back around to his front I slowly slide down onto my knees in front of him, my face eye level to his crotch and begin to crawl the sponge in my hand down his left leg making sure to cover every inch of skin once again, and repeating the task on his other leg. As I finish I feel his muscles tense up as I slowly move towards the last place unwashed. I look up and smile when I see him looking down at me with something in his eyes close to fear and anticipation.

Discarding the sponge into the water I reach to the side and pick up a shimmery piece of material like a wash flannel and dip it into the water. Reaching up I softly grasp his manhood through the material wiping around the flesh meticulously as I feel him start to slowly harden. Looking back up at him I see the strained expression on his face as he tries to fight his bodies response to my touch.

'No chance Max.' I whisper to myself inwardly.

Then going a bit lower I gently grasp hold of his balls and softly wash them as well, watching as his cock grows right before me bit by bit, only a few inches in front of my face. Then finished with that I start to wash the sensitive bit of skin just behind his balls and am startled when I see his cock twitch. Fighting back a giggle and the impulse to say, 'It moved.' I start to slowly get up his eyes watching me all the time and that's how we stay for a few minutes until I break the silence.

"All squeaky clean." I say with laughter imbedded into my voice.

Then getting out of the pool I leave him there and walk right back out into the main room.

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Max POV.

'Great going Max, showing real restraint here aren't you, all your family and friends most probably dead or worse, the only planet you've ever known as home destroyed and here you are getting a hard-on for one of the twisted little aliens that most probably annihilated it all.

So much for swearing to not get led around by your power source ever again, for Christ's sakes she's planning to use you as a man-whore and you're getting a fucking aroused just coz she washes you.'

Letting out a long sigh and shaking my head in the attempt to clear my thoughts. and problem bulges, seems to fail. Knowing I can't go out there until I get rid of the rock that is my cock, and knowing it's not going away anytime soon I contemplate relieving myself. That option gets cut short when I hear her voice shout for me to go in there.

Sighing again I step out of the pool and walk into the main room dripping wet with my man-hood still disobeying me. A coolness rushes over my body as I realise the water is evaporating fast off my body after leaving the bathroom and within a few seconds I'm dry.

It's then I focus on what she's doing, Eating. Lying there on her side in bed facing me, absolutely devastatingly beautiful, wearing a almost transparent robe she has a tray before her full of things that look like slices of fruit. Hearing my stomach rumble on queue I realise it has been days since I last had something to eat, and even then I was only eating scraps.

She looks up hearing the sound and sends me a cold smile and raises an eyebrow openly gazing at my still straining man-hood. If I had nothing left to lose I would just ignore the look and do whatever she wants, but I have one thing left, which she is slowly destroying piece by piece as well, what was left of my pride. Pain I can deal with, I just absorb more and more of it, losing everyone I ever cared about was also something I've gotten used to, but this humiliation. Having to stand here in front of her naked not even able to control my body's response is bad enough, then the idea that I might have to beg for the food or earn it first sends a cold chill down my spine, which make me realise that even though she's got a pretty face, she's still another cold blooded bitch of an alien. That thought alone helps a little, that is until she gestures for me to sit down and offers me the whole tray to eat.

The hunger hits me like a wave at that moment with a fierce intensity and within a few steps I'm by the side of the bed dropping down on to my knees grabbing a fist full of the fruit from the plate. Swallowing down mouthfuls I vaguely note how sweet it tastes with a strange tang of something else I can't identify, not that I care, all my mind seems to be registering now is that I must eat.

"Be careful, you'll make yourself sick." I hear her silky voice say and look up to see her still laying there watching me.

"To be sick from eating 'to much' food is a blessing." I say absently thinking about everyone that's still starving hundreds of decks below us. "Not that I'd expect you to understand that."

"You'd be surprised." She whispers in a low voice looking away from me.

I pause for a moment wondering what she means, but then let it drop the issue turning back to the slices of food. Only when I finish eating does it hit me what I'm expected to do next and realising that my rock-cock problem has yet to go away doesn't help. Snapping myself out of my thoughts at the sound of her softly laughing I look up to see a mischievous look in her eyes as she pick up the tray and flings it to the bottom of the bed.

I gulp as I see her crawl towards me on all fours. 'I don't know if I can do this, but then again what choice do I have, she bought me for this exact reason, and it's not as if my body seems to be listing to anything I say, I should do this happily, at least then I might be able to forget for a second, forget all the pain and feel bliss, even if it is only for a second.'

'Oh yeah Max, look were that train of thought got you last time with Tess, you impregnated a murderess who was planning on killing you Isabel and Michael all along. At least you can say back then you didn't know Tess was evil when you did it, now though, you don't even have that excuses.' I think as I try not to watch her breasts bob about as she moves.

Another one of her soft musical laughs entraps me as she sits up and motions for me to lie down. Sliding her small hand over my manhood which is now throbbing painfully hard she says, "Nice to know your ready to please your new Mistress Max. I hope you continue to display such. obedience." She sends me a breath taking smile and I fight back a groan as she rubs a little harder before letting go and lying down besides me. "But don't worry Max, I don't expect you to perform 'this night'. I'm tired and I you've had a long day, we both need to get our rest, and you need to gain your strength again, you'll need it."

Then resting her head on my shoulder and snuggling her body up to my side I feel her relax and surprisingly from the change in her breathing believe she's fallen asleep within a few minutes. Looking down at her form she seems so innocent, laying there like a lazy kitten all stretched out and yet snuggled down at the same time.

Thousands of questions go through me head about her and yet none of them I can dwell on right now, she was right, much has happened to me today and all I want to do is sleep, shame the throbbing piece of flesh between my legs doesn't agree. Moving in her sleep she let out a little moan and her hand slides on to my abdomen. Stifling back a groan I realise the truth behind her words earlier.

'The entire place is Hell.

With this being just a new level of torture..

And I'm trapped here now with the devil herself!'