The smuggler now had him in a rhythm. Ecstasy began to build in the lombax and he hated himself for the soft moans that escaped his lips. He didn't want this bastard to see him this underpowered, this venerable. Ratchet felt himself reach climax and he let out a groan of anguish and pleasure. He came into the crook's hand and panted heavily when finished. He didn't dare look him in the eye for he knew that evil grin would still be plastered on his face.
"Told you, you were having fun." The smuggler said in a sadistic tone. He wiped his hands clean on the side of Ratchet's face covering it in his own sperm. He reached for a knife hanging from his belt and began cutting off the lombax's shirt.
"Better get that restricting thing off." He chuckled as the tattered remains fell to the floor. Ratchet shivered; it felt a lot colder for some reason. The shirt hadn't covered much, but it was the only thing keeping him from being entirely naked. Without it he felt, somehow, even more defenceless.
"Now that you've had your fill it's my turn." The illegal smuggler said undoing his pants.
"N-no." The lombax whimpered.
"What was that?" He asked. Looking into the alien's face caused something inside of him to break.
"No! Let me out of here," Ratchet yelled determinedly. "I'm not some sex toy for your sick pleasure, you son of a-"
The smuggler grabbed his knife and in a flash held up to Ratchet's neck. His face paled, but he tried to hang onto a little of his confidence.
"Look kid, you better do as I say," The knife pushed against his neck and a trickle of blood rolled down his fur. "Or maybe I will fulfill my promise and go after your little friend instead, or perhaps that little Markazian girl."
"You're bluffing." Ratchet said narrowing his eyes, trying his hardest not to react to the sharp pain resonating up his neck.
"Try me." He said matching Ratchet's own stare. The confidence he had been trying his damned hardest to hold onto slipped away as he looked into those cold eyes. There was no getting out of this. It would kill him if he knew his friends would be put through the same, or even worse, because of him. Defeated Ratchet slowly lowered his head to the ground and the crook chuckled darkly.
"That's better."
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