Captive Entanglements 13/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Warning: Harsh language and a bit of Non-Con and Rape. Read no further if this offends you. Thanks.
Sacrifice and An Unexpected Rescue
Tyr watched helplessly as the Dragans continued their assault on his limply hanging body. The combined pain of the continued blows to his body and the still popping blood vessels due to the pain magnifier Prade was using, left Tyr essentially helpless. He wasn't used to feeling like that.
Over the last ten years Tyr had made it a point to become physically and mentally dominant to everyone else, so that he wouldn't be forced to depend on others for his continued survival again. After his pride was destroyed and he was enslaved in the mines, Tyr decided that the only person he could depend upon was himself, seeing as he had no family left alive. This philosophy worked well until he met the crew of the Andromeda.
Although he came aboard originally to take over the ship, Tyr stayed behind as a crewmember, one of seven who quickly became like family to the Nietzschean. He would never admit that out loud of course, but it was true all the same. So when faced with a situation like the one he was currently in, Tyr was terrified of his weakness, but refused to give the bastards the satisfaction of a response.
He managed to keep up the impassive facade even when the Dragans began to pull brutally on his flaccid manhood. It was then that he noticed Harper staring at him intensely. The look in the blonde engineers eyes was one that Tyr had never seen before, a combination of resolve and fury, as well as terror and empathy. Harper was glaring menacingly at Prade, who was currently the one touching Tyr against his will.
"You're real big men, aren't you?" Harper hissed softly, looking disdainfully at the Dragans. He watched Bolivar, who up until this moment had remained silent and still, watching the proceedings disgustedly, though whether it was at Tyr or their captors Harper couldn't tell. "I'm sure you all get off on fucking with a barely conscious uber. This must be the only way you can get your hands on someone's dick, huh guys? I'm not too surprised, I mean look at you bastards, with such small packages it's no wonder you can't get any. I would be shocked if you even managed to get it up at all."
"What are you doing, little man?" Tyr asked hoarsely between gasps of breath, watching as his tormentors moved away from him and towards the irate human. Harper ignored Tyr's question and continued to goad the Nietzscheans.
Prade stormed over to the bound engineer, pushing himself against the blonde. From there he grabbed the human's head in each of his hands and pulled him so that he was shoved up against the wall.
"I have no problems getting it up, kludge." Prade sneered as he flipped the engineer over so that his face was smashed against the hard wall of the their cell. The Nietzschean pulled a knife from his belt and proceeded to cut Harper's pants off of him. As the tiny human stood before the Dragans, Tyr and Bolivar half-naked and forced against the wall he had to remind himself that this was what he intended to happen when he mouthed off to Prade in the first place. When he had seen the misery in Tyr's eyes while the big man did his best to remain unaffected, Harper knew that such an asault would break the Kodiak. Tyr's whole personality was based on his pride, without that Tyr just wouldn't be the arrogant bastard Harper knew and… respected. Harper heard Tyr screaming in the background, only to be ignored. When he felt Prade's body pushing at his naked ass, he forced his mind away to more pleasant things. As he was thrust into from behind he couldn't suppress a scream of pain. As Prade continued his assault on the defenseless engineer, Harper remembered the first time he saw Beka on Earth. She reminded him of a red-haired avenging angel. From there he thought of his purple pixie and Rommie, as he thought of their smiling faces he let his mind drift farther and farther from the pain his body was currently in.
Just then an alarm sounded from above them. The Dragans all jumped in surprise, while Prade swore furiously. He started to pound into Harper viciously until he came.
"I'll be back kludge. We'll continue this then." Prade commented meanly, slapping Harper on the shoulder as he walked out the door.
"Harper." Tyr called to the still engineer. When he received no response other then a pained moan Tyr tried once again to break his restraints with little success. Before he could call to the engineer again, Rommie kicked the door in and entered the cell. Upon seeing the condition of her crew she stood shocked for a moment before releasing the captives. Harper would have fallen to the ground in a heap had not Tyr caught his unconscious form. When they were all on their feet, Rommie made to lead them out of the room. Tyr grabbed her by the arm, holding the AI implacably.
"You will tell no one of what you saw in this room. Do you understand?"
"My loyalty is to Dylan, if he asks me, I will not lie to my Captain." Rommie answered pensively.
"You loyalty is to your creator." Tyr snarled menacingly.
"Very well Tyr, but how do you plan to keep Harper's condition a secret?" Rommie asked, brushing a piece of hair off of Harper's sweaty forehead.
"Let me worry about that, ship." Tyr answered, gently placing Harper on the deck and redressing him in his pants before picking him up once again.
Unfortunately Tyr did not have a free hand to hold a weapon with Harper in his arms. Silently, Bolivar lifted the lightweight engineer out of Tyr's arms, only to place one of Harper's arms around his shoulder, gesturing for Tyr to do likewise. With Harper's weight dispersed between them evenly, Bolivar and Tyr each had a free hand to hold the weapon the Rommie gave to them. The four of them made their way down the hall, heading methodically toward the exit and freedom.
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Warning: Harsh language and a bit of Non-Con and Rape. Read no further if this offends you. Thanks.
Sacrifice and An Unexpected Rescue
Tyr watched helplessly as the Dragans continued their assault on his limply hanging body. The combined pain of the continued blows to his body and the still popping blood vessels due to the pain magnifier Prade was using, left Tyr essentially helpless. He wasn't used to feeling like that.
Over the last ten years Tyr had made it a point to become physically and mentally dominant to everyone else, so that he wouldn't be forced to depend on others for his continued survival again. After his pride was destroyed and he was enslaved in the mines, Tyr decided that the only person he could depend upon was himself, seeing as he had no family left alive. This philosophy worked well until he met the crew of the Andromeda.
Although he came aboard originally to take over the ship, Tyr stayed behind as a crewmember, one of seven who quickly became like family to the Nietzschean. He would never admit that out loud of course, but it was true all the same. So when faced with a situation like the one he was currently in, Tyr was terrified of his weakness, but refused to give the bastards the satisfaction of a response.
He managed to keep up the impassive facade even when the Dragans began to pull brutally on his flaccid manhood. It was then that he noticed Harper staring at him intensely. The look in the blonde engineers eyes was one that Tyr had never seen before, a combination of resolve and fury, as well as terror and empathy. Harper was glaring menacingly at Prade, who was currently the one touching Tyr against his will.
"You're real big men, aren't you?" Harper hissed softly, looking disdainfully at the Dragans. He watched Bolivar, who up until this moment had remained silent and still, watching the proceedings disgustedly, though whether it was at Tyr or their captors Harper couldn't tell. "I'm sure you all get off on fucking with a barely conscious uber. This must be the only way you can get your hands on someone's dick, huh guys? I'm not too surprised, I mean look at you bastards, with such small packages it's no wonder you can't get any. I would be shocked if you even managed to get it up at all."
"What are you doing, little man?" Tyr asked hoarsely between gasps of breath, watching as his tormentors moved away from him and towards the irate human. Harper ignored Tyr's question and continued to goad the Nietzscheans.
Prade stormed over to the bound engineer, pushing himself against the blonde. From there he grabbed the human's head in each of his hands and pulled him so that he was shoved up against the wall.
"I have no problems getting it up, kludge." Prade sneered as he flipped the engineer over so that his face was smashed against the hard wall of the their cell. The Nietzschean pulled a knife from his belt and proceeded to cut Harper's pants off of him. As the tiny human stood before the Dragans, Tyr and Bolivar half-naked and forced against the wall he had to remind himself that this was what he intended to happen when he mouthed off to Prade in the first place. When he had seen the misery in Tyr's eyes while the big man did his best to remain unaffected, Harper knew that such an asault would break the Kodiak. Tyr's whole personality was based on his pride, without that Tyr just wouldn't be the arrogant bastard Harper knew and… respected. Harper heard Tyr screaming in the background, only to be ignored. When he felt Prade's body pushing at his naked ass, he forced his mind away to more pleasant things. As he was thrust into from behind he couldn't suppress a scream of pain. As Prade continued his assault on the defenseless engineer, Harper remembered the first time he saw Beka on Earth. She reminded him of a red-haired avenging angel. From there he thought of his purple pixie and Rommie, as he thought of their smiling faces he let his mind drift farther and farther from the pain his body was currently in.
Just then an alarm sounded from above them. The Dragans all jumped in surprise, while Prade swore furiously. He started to pound into Harper viciously until he came.
"I'll be back kludge. We'll continue this then." Prade commented meanly, slapping Harper on the shoulder as he walked out the door.
"Harper." Tyr called to the still engineer. When he received no response other then a pained moan Tyr tried once again to break his restraints with little success. Before he could call to the engineer again, Rommie kicked the door in and entered the cell. Upon seeing the condition of her crew she stood shocked for a moment before releasing the captives. Harper would have fallen to the ground in a heap had not Tyr caught his unconscious form. When they were all on their feet, Rommie made to lead them out of the room. Tyr grabbed her by the arm, holding the AI implacably.
"You will tell no one of what you saw in this room. Do you understand?"
"My loyalty is to Dylan, if he asks me, I will not lie to my Captain." Rommie answered pensively.
"You loyalty is to your creator." Tyr snarled menacingly.
"Very well Tyr, but how do you plan to keep Harper's condition a secret?" Rommie asked, brushing a piece of hair off of Harper's sweaty forehead.
"Let me worry about that, ship." Tyr answered, gently placing Harper on the deck and redressing him in his pants before picking him up once again.
Unfortunately Tyr did not have a free hand to hold a weapon with Harper in his arms. Silently, Bolivar lifted the lightweight engineer out of Tyr's arms, only to place one of Harper's arms around his shoulder, gesturing for Tyr to do likewise. With Harper's weight dispersed between them evenly, Bolivar and Tyr each had a free hand to hold the weapon the Rommie gave to them. The four of them made their way down the hall, heading methodically toward the exit and freedom.