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Ch 1: The Nightmare Comes
Title: The Lazarus
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Sniper/Various OCs
Rating: R (NC-17 in next few chapters.)
Warnings: SLASH, rape, violence, angst
Summary: 1/? The Sniper awakens to something worse than death.
Feedback: Yes, please, but keep it constructive. Flames are pointless and will be laughed at.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sniper 470.
A/N: Since this is AU, the Gunner did not have a cyanide pill.
Not dead.....He was alive. There was warmth. A gentle warmth, that the Gunner hadn’t experienced for sometime, surrounded him, enveloped him in a soothing wonder. He grew alert then. His quarters were normally freezing by now due to the disappearing sun. Darkness greeted him when he forced open his eyes. Soft fabric was tied snugly over his eyes. His limbs wouldn’t move. Something light in weight, metallic, was wrapped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him trapped in a spread-eagle position. The material against his naked back was soft, and a pillow was propped under his head. Only a thin pair of boxers were covering him.
His mind reeled. What had happened? Where was he? His memories were hazy, but he recalled his last moments aboard his vessel. An enemy ship had docked and sent in intruders, one of whichhad had killed. More came, and before he had the chance to gun down another, sharp pain exploded within his skull. Darkness came, and he expected death, but death didn’t come. And though conscious, he was still trapped in darkness, held hostage by the enemy.
“Finally, you’re awake,” came a male voice, husky with a Scottish accent.
The Gunner jerked as a rough hand trailed over his cheek. “Don’t touch me. Where am I?”
“Touchy,” the man chuckled. “You’re aboard the CHPE 618, or as I like to call it, the Lazarus. I’m sure you already know that this is a smuggling ship.”
“If you expect to get any information out me, you’re wasting your time,” the Gunner snapped. “No matter what you do to me, I won’t talk.”
A hearty laugh followed. “But I don’t want your information. I already know who you work for and the details of your work. I was a gunner once myself, but I found a better opportunity. Smuggling brings in more money and though it is just as dangerous as your job, it has better perks. More advanced spaceships, delicious food, comfortable beds, and other pleasures as well.”
“Traitor,” the Gunner hissed, clenching his fists.
Another laugh followed. “That may be, but my life is far more better than it was at that shitty sniper job. No heat. Liquid crap for food, and not to mention that shitty toilet that never flushed.” There was a heavy sigh. “I’m getting riled up now. You don’t need to hear my complaints. No, you weren’t taken alive for the information of your government. There is another purpose you’ll serve.”
The Gunner’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
The bed dipped from the man’s weight, causing the Gunner to grow restless. “You killed one of my crew. The only woman aboard this ship, Tamara. You see, my men have needs, and Tamara was more then willing to fulfill those needs. With her now dead, my crew is without a means...of....satisfaction. Of course, they will always have virtual porn, but they want a warm body next to them, not that animation crap.”
Heat flushed around the Gunner’s cheeks as dread welled in his heart.
“They are not picky men,” the man continued, “and neither am I. As long as our needs are fulfilled, we are happy, productive workers. It’s essential that my crew is happy. Otherwise, I’ll have mutiny on my hands..”
Fingers traced over the Gunner’s lips, and he croaked, “No.”
“You should be grateful that I was the one to capture you,” the grumgrumbled, forcing his fingers between the Gunner’s soft lips to trace over teeth. “If any of the other ships had caught you, you’d be tortured to death. Most smugglers can be savage, but not me...not us. You’ll learn soon enough that we are not cruel. As long as you cooperate, you’re life will be comfortable here. I suggest for your sake that you don’t create any trouble. I wasn’t close to Tamara, but several of the crew were. They may try to hurt you, but I’ll keep that from happening, as long as you behave with me.”
“No,” the Gunner repeated, tugging savagely at his bonds.
“Relax,” the man murmured, brushing his fingertips over the Gunner’s heated cheeks. “Tell me your name.”
The Gunner clenched his teeth and remained silent.
“Come now,” the man pressured. “There’s no need to be hostile. Give me a name.”
“I have every right to be hostile,” the Gunner snarled. “You’ve taken me by force from my vessel, and now you intend on turning me into the crew’s....whore.”
There was a snort. “Well, you’ve no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t fire on one of our ships, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Now, give me your name.”
Once again, the Gunner remained silent.
“Have it your way,” the man sighed. “I suppose whore will be a good enough name for you.”
The Gunner cringed, heat rising to his cheeks.
“You will call me Kade, whore,” the man stated. “In time, you’ll come to memorize the other crews’ names and any others we may take aboard. Some of the crew are preparing your own quarters as we speak. You will be kept locked in that room. You will not leave that room unless you’re accompanied by one of the crew, and since you have military training, you will walk about in a unique pair of shackles that I’ll explain in due time. I’ll not have you killing another of my crew. Meals will be eaten with us, and you will also share the shower room with us.”
Disgust swelled in the Gunner’s mind as a hand affectionately brushed over his hair. “Will I have no dignity here?”
For a moment, there was silence. “You lost your right to dignity when you fired on our convoy.”
The Gunner cringed in terror as fingers delved under the waistband of his boxers, causing him to ground his rear into the mattress. “No!”
“Don’t resist me,” snarled Kade. “Relax, or you’re going to be in for a world of hurt, whore.”
Gritting his teeth, the Gunner continued his resistance. There was a rustling noise, and a cold, sharp object slid along the Gunner’s abdomen before slipping under the waistband of his boxers. A hard tug followed, and the material ripped and was brushed aside. A whimper of terror passed the Gunner’s clenched teeth as he was exposed to the man’s view. He resumed tugging violently at the bonds constricting him, writhing madly against the mattress, snarling as Kade gave a mocking laugh at his feeble efforts.
“So pretty,” Kade murmured, trailing his fingers along the length of the Gunner’s penis.
The Gunner flinched as the calloused hand closed over his flesh. “Stop!”
“Come now,” Kade chuckled. “I know you must enjoy this. I can feel you begin to harden in my palm.”
“No,” the Gunner muttered.
He was growing hard though, despite his fear, and despite his hatred toward this man. Heat rushed straight to his groin, and the Gunner bit into his lip, clamping down so hard that a copper taste seeped into his mouth. The stinging pain was a welcome distraction, and he began to soften. Rough fingers dug into his chin, roughly tugging on his head.
“None of that,” Kade grumbled. “Release your lip. I’ll be the one to determine whether you feel pleasure or pain, as well as the rest of the crew. If you’re that desperate to feel misery I can flip you over and ram my way into you without any preparation. Do you want that?”
The Gunner reluctantly released his lip, but refused to answer.
“I asked you a question, whore,” Kade growled, digging his nails into the Gunner’s skin. “Answer me.”
The Gunner spat and from the disgruntled grunt that followed, he knew he had hit his target.
“So much spirit,” Kade mumbled, removing his hand. “I like that, but you will learn obedience. You’re no longer a sniper. You’re a whore now. Get used to it. If I have to drill that into your mind through pain, so be it.”
TBC
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Sniper/Various OCs
Rating: R (NC-17 in next few chapters.)
Warnings: SLASH, rape, violence, angst
Summary: 1/? The Sniper awakens to something worse than death.
Feedback: Yes, please, but keep it constructive. Flames are pointless and will be laughed at.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sniper 470.
A/N: Since this is AU, the Gunner did not have a cyanide pill.
Not dead.....He was alive. There was warmth. A gentle warmth, that the Gunner hadn’t experienced for sometime, surrounded him, enveloped him in a soothing wonder. He grew alert then. His quarters were normally freezing by now due to the disappearing sun. Darkness greeted him when he forced open his eyes. Soft fabric was tied snugly over his eyes. His limbs wouldn’t move. Something light in weight, metallic, was wrapped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him trapped in a spread-eagle position. The material against his naked back was soft, and a pillow was propped under his head. Only a thin pair of boxers were covering him.
His mind reeled. What had happened? Where was he? His memories were hazy, but he recalled his last moments aboard his vessel. An enemy ship had docked and sent in intruders, one of whichhad had killed. More came, and before he had the chance to gun down another, sharp pain exploded within his skull. Darkness came, and he expected death, but death didn’t come. And though conscious, he was still trapped in darkness, held hostage by the enemy.
“Finally, you’re awake,” came a male voice, husky with a Scottish accent.
The Gunner jerked as a rough hand trailed over his cheek. “Don’t touch me. Where am I?”
“Touchy,” the man chuckled. “You’re aboard the CHPE 618, or as I like to call it, the Lazarus. I’m sure you already know that this is a smuggling ship.”
“If you expect to get any information out me, you’re wasting your time,” the Gunner snapped. “No matter what you do to me, I won’t talk.”
A hearty laugh followed. “But I don’t want your information. I already know who you work for and the details of your work. I was a gunner once myself, but I found a better opportunity. Smuggling brings in more money and though it is just as dangerous as your job, it has better perks. More advanced spaceships, delicious food, comfortable beds, and other pleasures as well.”
“Traitor,” the Gunner hissed, clenching his fists.
Another laugh followed. “That may be, but my life is far more better than it was at that shitty sniper job. No heat. Liquid crap for food, and not to mention that shitty toilet that never flushed.” There was a heavy sigh. “I’m getting riled up now. You don’t need to hear my complaints. No, you weren’t taken alive for the information of your government. There is another purpose you’ll serve.”
The Gunner’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
The bed dipped from the man’s weight, causing the Gunner to grow restless. “You killed one of my crew. The only woman aboard this ship, Tamara. You see, my men have needs, and Tamara was more then willing to fulfill those needs. With her now dead, my crew is without a means...of....satisfaction. Of course, they will always have virtual porn, but they want a warm body next to them, not that animation crap.”
Heat flushed around the Gunner’s cheeks as dread welled in his heart.
“They are not picky men,” the man continued, “and neither am I. As long as our needs are fulfilled, we are happy, productive workers. It’s essential that my crew is happy. Otherwise, I’ll have mutiny on my hands..”
Fingers traced over the Gunner’s lips, and he croaked, “No.”
“You should be grateful that I was the one to capture you,” the grumgrumbled, forcing his fingers between the Gunner’s soft lips to trace over teeth. “If any of the other ships had caught you, you’d be tortured to death. Most smugglers can be savage, but not me...not us. You’ll learn soon enough that we are not cruel. As long as you cooperate, you’re life will be comfortable here. I suggest for your sake that you don’t create any trouble. I wasn’t close to Tamara, but several of the crew were. They may try to hurt you, but I’ll keep that from happening, as long as you behave with me.”
“No,” the Gunner repeated, tugging savagely at his bonds.
“Relax,” the man murmured, brushing his fingertips over the Gunner’s heated cheeks. “Tell me your name.”
The Gunner clenched his teeth and remained silent.
“Come now,” the man pressured. “There’s no need to be hostile. Give me a name.”
“I have every right to be hostile,” the Gunner snarled. “You’ve taken me by force from my vessel, and now you intend on turning me into the crew’s....whore.”
There was a snort. “Well, you’ve no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t fire on one of our ships, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Now, give me your name.”
Once again, the Gunner remained silent.
“Have it your way,” the man sighed. “I suppose whore will be a good enough name for you.”
The Gunner cringed, heat rising to his cheeks.
“You will call me Kade, whore,” the man stated. “In time, you’ll come to memorize the other crews’ names and any others we may take aboard. Some of the crew are preparing your own quarters as we speak. You will be kept locked in that room. You will not leave that room unless you’re accompanied by one of the crew, and since you have military training, you will walk about in a unique pair of shackles that I’ll explain in due time. I’ll not have you killing another of my crew. Meals will be eaten with us, and you will also share the shower room with us.”
Disgust swelled in the Gunner’s mind as a hand affectionately brushed over his hair. “Will I have no dignity here?”
For a moment, there was silence. “You lost your right to dignity when you fired on our convoy.”
The Gunner cringed in terror as fingers delved under the waistband of his boxers, causing him to ground his rear into the mattress. “No!”
“Don’t resist me,” snarled Kade. “Relax, or you’re going to be in for a world of hurt, whore.”
Gritting his teeth, the Gunner continued his resistance. There was a rustling noise, and a cold, sharp object slid along the Gunner’s abdomen before slipping under the waistband of his boxers. A hard tug followed, and the material ripped and was brushed aside. A whimper of terror passed the Gunner’s clenched teeth as he was exposed to the man’s view. He resumed tugging violently at the bonds constricting him, writhing madly against the mattress, snarling as Kade gave a mocking laugh at his feeble efforts.
“So pretty,” Kade murmured, trailing his fingers along the length of the Gunner’s penis.
The Gunner flinched as the calloused hand closed over his flesh. “Stop!”
“Come now,” Kade chuckled. “I know you must enjoy this. I can feel you begin to harden in my palm.”
“No,” the Gunner muttered.
He was growing hard though, despite his fear, and despite his hatred toward this man. Heat rushed straight to his groin, and the Gunner bit into his lip, clamping down so hard that a copper taste seeped into his mouth. The stinging pain was a welcome distraction, and he began to soften. Rough fingers dug into his chin, roughly tugging on his head.
“None of that,” Kade grumbled. “Release your lip. I’ll be the one to determine whether you feel pleasure or pain, as well as the rest of the crew. If you’re that desperate to feel misery I can flip you over and ram my way into you without any preparation. Do you want that?”
The Gunner reluctantly released his lip, but refused to answer.
“I asked you a question, whore,” Kade growled, digging his nails into the Gunner’s skin. “Answer me.”
The Gunner spat and from the disgruntled grunt that followed, he knew he had hit his target.
“So much spirit,” Kade mumbled, removing his hand. “I like that, but you will learn obedience. You’re no longer a sniper. You’re a whore now. Get used to it. If I have to drill that into your mind through pain, so be it.”
TBC