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        Before I post this story, I have to thank postiviely everybody
who sent me mail... Gods, it's *great* to feel appreciated.  I need my
ego stroked now and then.  And y'all have helped.  More!  And more
stories!  The lesbian exchange titled simply "Story to Post" was fucking
awesome.
        Since the last tale to reach me was a lesbian tale, it's only
appropriate that I post the next tale, being all male.  That's a warning,
folks, drop out now if you're turned off by a gay scene.  Those of youwho
don't drop out, enjoy.
        Oh, yes, those of you who remember Journal Entry 025/0412, this
one is called "Aaden's Revenge..."

^L
                           Journal Entry 026/0512
     It had been  a  strange  night  already,  but  I  don't  know  what
possessed me then.   I  walked  briskly  out  of  the  castle and took a
grav-slide down to  the  lagoon,  I  remember,  and  then  summoned  the
telepad.  When the symbols on the  command  panel resolved into the word
"destination"  I  ordered  "Underground."   The  pad  resolved  into the
glimmering white pentacle that  manifests  in  water environments, and I
stepped across  the  water  onto  the  center.   Since  I  was  the only
passenger, I immediately said "go."    But also, in the back of my mind,
there was the question, and as the  teleporter  activated, the desperate
question came through clearly:
     "What am I doing...

     ...here?"  The smell hit me first,  but  then it always hits first.
Strong, pungent masculine sweat of a  dozen species and leather combined
with other, less  definable (or  more  deniable)  smells.  The heat hits
second.  Rick uses  full  radiation-divestiture  cooling  units,  and it
doesn't help.  The raw incandescent lightbulbs, the bodies and motion of
what was probably over a hundred  males  moving  in rhythm to music that
was too damned loud, added to the  heat  that soaked through me where my
skin was exposed.  My face was flushed, and I  knew it.  What am I doing
here?
     I walked forward into the dark and shadows  and approached the bar.
Horny, yes, but  looking  for  something,  too.   But  what?  A specific
species?  A certain size?  A master for a night, the weekend?  What am I
doing here?
     I walked up to the bar and ordered something  mild and simple.  The
bartender, a Felinzi, gave me this furrowed-brow  look, his ears pulling
forward, but I ignored it.   Whatever  I was looking for, it didn't take
long for that something to find me.  I stood with my back to most of the
bar when this  enormous  furred  hand  clamped  itself  over my eyes.  I
struggled for a second when this low, barely controlled Kzin voice, full
of menace, growled  in  Kzinti  "don't  fight,  and  don't talk.  I have
orders not to hurt you too badly.   I  know  who you are, and I know you
speak Hero's Tongue."  I  stopped.   I  don't  fight with eight feet and
four hundred pounds  of  trained  feline  warrior,  not  without powered
armor, but I wanted to.  His huge paw  firmly over my eyes, he turned me
around and directed me.  The claws of his other paw were pressed through
the leather vest I wore, and he pushed me on.  Not for the first time, I
wondered, what am I doing here?
     The music of  The  Underground  faded  into  the  background, and I
realized he was leading me back  towards  the  private rooms.  There was
the sound of door opening, and he pushed  me through it into a room that
felt small.  Oh, God, did he take  me  back  to the dungeon?  More hands
were suddenly on me,  and  three  men,  as  far  as  I could tell, began
removing my pants, my boots, my shirt  and vest.  I struggled again, and
there was a sharp slap across my ass.  I groaned.  There was more noise,
the sound of chains, and leather  straps  were wrapped around my wrists,
my arms right above the elbow, my ankles and above the knees, and around
my throat.  The claw at my back moved to my shoulder, and began to force
me down.  I whimpered as I was  forced  into a kneeling position.  I was
pushed down onto a  leather  platform,  and  I  heard chains rattle as I
realized I was being strapped into a  suspended harness.  I tried to get
up, but hands grabbed me  and  pushed  me  back down, securing my belted
neck to a variform headrest that  provided  for easy access to my mouth.
My ankles and arms were secured the the underside of the harness.
     More hands grabbed my legs, and spread  them wide, and I heard more
chains as I firmly secured.  The  Kzin  never took his paw from my eyes.
A final leather belt was lain  across  the  small of my back and tightly
secured to the harness.  The hands left me, and then the Kzin's paw left
as well.  The lights were off!  I  still  couldn't  see a damn thing.  I
heard the shuffling of feet    as I heard  my four assailants leave, and
when they opened the door the  little  light  admitted let me see only a
featureless grey wall.
     I don't know how  long  I  sat  there  in  the  dark,  waiting.   I
strained, fighting  against  the  leather,  fighting  with  my  fear.  I
stopped  occasionally,  and  tried  to  sort  out  the  scent of my four
assailants, looking for  anything  familiar.   Nothing.   This  room was
obviously well used,  the  harness  imbedded  with  manscent.  I waited,
struggling.
     The door behind me opened.  A bolt  of  fear  shot through me.  For
the first time I realized just how vulnerable  I was, my ass spread wide
and exposed, my cock hanging free and accessible.  There were footsteps,
and a low chuckling growl.  The door closed.  The smell of my new master
washed over me, leather and sweat, and I knew what he was.  Mephitisoid.
All the facts about   mephits ran through  my mind.  Averaging five foot
nine and a little lighter than  humans.   Black fur, erectile tail.  And
this one, I knew  him,  but  where?    His  scent  was  oh, so familiar!
Dammit, I knew this melMeph!
     There was another chuckle, and I felt  sharp claws lightly touch my
buttocks, and I jumped.  He laughed, a cruel laugh that told me nothing.
The claws tracked across my ass and  up  my back, and there was a voice,
and he said "Hello, Shardik."
     I groaned.  I knew him.  Oh,  yes,  I  did,  and I was going to pay
dearly for that  knowledge.   "Hello..."  I  whispered,  gulped, "Hello,
Aaden."
     He walked around to stand before me,  and then crouched in front of
me.  "Remember the last time we met?" he asked.
     My tongue was thick, but I managed to say, "In the Hex."
     "Remember what happened that day?"  He was grinning, evil.
     I nodded, then found my balls to say, "You lost."
     He reacted like I'd hit him,  pulling  his arm back to slap me, but
he didn't.  He grinned again, maliciously,  and said "You won.  You were
the first person to beat me,  to  actually  take  me  all the way to the
bell, you bastard.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COST  ME?"
     I nodded, echoing his  smile  as  I  did  so.   Tied  up  as I was,
helpless as I was, I had him.  I had  beat him in the pit, and his first
lost unseated his legend.  I'd fucked  him there in the center, in front
of the roaring crowd, raping him as he'd have done to me had he won.  He
could be beat, and I had proven it.    He was still one of the best, but
he was beatable.
     "Well, guess what,  Shardik...  Tonight  you  get yours.  Me and my
four friends are going teach you  what  it means to win.  And you're not
going to see it."  He reached back behind  the chaps he wore, took out a
leather blindfold, and approached me.   I whipped my head back and forth
to avoid his hands, but  he  snapped  his  fingers  and the door opened.
"I'm not going to argue with you on this."  The Kzin's huge paws clamped
down on my head and held me still.  The blindfold went on.
     "Dammit, Aaden, let me see!"
     "Oh, no, not on your life," he replied.   I felt the Kzin let go of
me, and I was left to hang there, blind.  There was silence again.
     And then I heard the sound of clothing  being removed, and of heavy
groans of male approval.  The smell of male sex was strong again, and my
cock responded, becoming erect even  as  it dangled freely.  There was a
small laugh, then a paw touched my face, wrapping over it and then under
my law.  The fingers, Aaden's by the  scent, pressed into my jaw, and he
said, "open it."  I resisted.  He  squeezed  harder, until my jaw ached,
and repeated "Open it.  Now."
     I opened my mouth, waiting.  I  could  feel  him approaching, smell
his crotch, the familiar sweet  smell,  and  I felt the head of his cock
play over my lips.  I pursed my  lips  to  kiss him, and he pulled away.
"See," he said.  "You want it."
     I did.  I waited, and he  played  with  my  blindness,  slapping my
cheeks gently with his cock,  teasing.   He would pull away, then slowly
slide the head of his cock against my cheek or up my chin.  "Bastard," I
gasped.
     "Ahh, you're too anxious.  You don't think I could give this to you
so easily, do you?  You have to suffer."
     He pressed the head against my  lips,  and I opened my mouth to let
him.  He was huge, described at  the  pit  if I recall as "two soda cans
place one atop the other."  Maybe not,  but it was close.  The head slid
past my lips, and I couldn't help  but  scrape teeth along it, he was so
damn large.  My tongue was pressed  flat  against the floor of my mouth,
but I did my best, drawing my lips  around  his cock, feeling the velvet
soft head and the slight ridge that  ran  the underside.  I concentrated
on his cock, trying to please him.
     I felt his hand reach up under the hair  on the back of my neck and
clamp down on a handful.  I  groaned,  possessed.   Damnit, who had told
him that?  Grab my hair  properly  like  that  and I'll do anything.  He
slowly began to rock back  and  forth,  his  enormous manhood fucking my
mouth.  I heard some sounds, maybe  talking,  but  it didn't concern me.
Until I felt the results.
     He stroked slowly,  always  just  barely  striking  the  back of my
throat, and my reflex had tears  streaming  down my eyes.  I wanted him,
wanted him to come, please.
     I felt a slight hand  caress  my  ass,  gently,  and  the  pleasure
drove me berserk, straining against the  bonds, the chains.  The cock in
my mouth was going no faster, no  more  demanding.  It was going to take
forever, and I wanted it now!  The  hand  was a mitten, somewhere my dim
brain registered one of Aaden's four  friends as a tindal.  One spoke to
another, and I understood the  language,  but I didn't try to comprehend
them.  The cock, Aaden's cock, was all  that concerned me.  That and the
soft hand at my backside.
     The hand went away, and it returned, sharply, slapping my ass.  The
stinging pain made me try  and  cry  out,  but  Aaden's  cock muffled my
scream.  Again, again.  "Don't bite,"  Aaden chided me. "I might have to
get rough."
     Damn you, damn you, the words  shot  through  my  mind.  Get rough,
then.  Just don't tease me like this.
     The slaps stopped, and they hadn't  been  hard enough to leave much
more than a mild sting.  I could feel sometimes a soft coolness under my
chin when a tear fell off of  me,  and  sometimes  one left a cool track
down my throat.  The was  a  soft  warm  breath  over  my  ass, and then
somebody pressed their lips to my  buttocks.  I groaned again.  The lips
kissed me gently.  Damnit, who were  they?   I held perfectly still, not
wanting to discourage those lips.   I  concentrated on Aaden's cock, but
the lips approached my anus,  slowly,  and then whoever it was pressed a
single kiss to my asshole.  My mind reeled.  Please, oh please.
     It went away, and as it did I felt Aaden's  cock pull away as well.
I cried out, incoherent with need.
      There was a shuffling, and the slight draft told me Aaden had left
me, gone back to be  with  his  buddies.   There  were  more moans, more
mansex sounds, wet, teasing.  My heart  beat hard, and I cursed quietly.
I felt someone soft and furry crawl under  me, and I felt something... a
pillow, be passed underneath me as well.   A hand, a mitten, passed over
my cock, and I  groaned,  louder  than  ever.   Slowly,  whoever  it was
breathed on my cock, and I jumped.    Soft  lips encircled the head, and
slowly the tindal underneath me began to suck me, as slowly as Aaden had
forced me to suck him.  He was good.  So good, and so slow.  There was a
hand on my back, moving up to my head,  and like Aaden, this paw reached
up under my hair and grabbed  me.   I  groaned.   Too much, too much.  I
recognized the touch of my Kzin kidnaper.   He came around, and again in
Kzin said, "You get mine."  I felt      the  head of his cock against my
lips, and I grabbed it with my mouth, wanting more.  It was soft, but my
greedy   sucking   would   quickly   change   that.    The  Kzin  moaned
appreciatively. I worked on it  with  more  care, trying to concentrate,
trying to ignore the torture of the mouth around my penis.
     A hand again reached out to caress  my  ass, and I heard a thump as
someone dropped  to  his  knees  onto  the  wooden  floor.   There was a
shuffling, and I felt the soft fur  of  Aaden's thighs against mine, and
his soft  cock  pressed  gently  down  the  crease  of  my ass, the head
dangling against my balls.  The mouth around my cock never ceased.
     Aaden leaned back, and from what I  could  hear, someone back there
was stroking him to hardness.  No,  Aaden,  I  begged silently.  Someone
else first, you're too big.  Let someone else break me in first, please.
It's been too long!
     But all I could do was moan around  my  Kzin  lover's cock.  It was
long, but average, and he used it to his best advantage, shoving it past
my throat, ravishing me, gagging me over  and over, eliciting more tears
as he buried his cock  into  me,  feeling  the  heavy  fur  and powerful
muscles of his belly against my  face  when he did, then pulling back to
let me breathe before starting again.
     Aaden rose, and I felt two fingers spreading  a lubricant around my
anus.  It was hot; someone had cared  enough to warm it before use.  The
hand again vanished, and I  felt  Aaden  rise.   The  Kzin stopped for a
moment,      and said "You're gonna get it now."
     I heard Aaden reply "Yes  he  is."   I  felt  the  head of his cock
against my asshole, and behind it I could  feel his whole body pressing.
He was hard as a rock, and  demanding.   My  anus gave way a little, and
the head pressed past the first ring  of muscle towards the second ring,
the involuntary ring.  My ass would give no further, but Aaden just held
there, breathing, and  said,  quietly,  "You're  going  to take me."  He
pressed again, and I gave way just  a  little more.  The mouth around my
cock had stopped, I hadn't noticed  when.   Slowly,  there was a burning
sensation around my asshole, a stretching,  tearing feeling that hurt so
much and was so wonderfully familiar again after all these years.  Aaden
pressed a little  harder,  and  suddenly  I  felt  my asshole clamp down
around him as the entire head of  his  cock  slid into me.  I groaned in
pain, and in pleasure.  Oh, yes.
     His hands grabbed my hips and he pressed  further, his cock probing
deeper into me, sliding into my rectum,  and I felt the ancient cramping
sensation as he pressed up against  my  insides,  leading deeper into my
guts.  He had me, pinned like a butterfly, violated.  I strained against
my bonds to meet him, and he  responded,  pulling out until the head was
left, and then sliding into  me,  gently.   He  was slow and sure and he
hurt and he felt        so good.   The  Kzin's  paw tightened against my
hair, and he began to fuck  my  mouth,  again,  and  I responded, hungry
again.  The tindal sucked on me,  teasing  me torturously, but Aaden set
the pace of it all, as he slowly fucked my yielded ass.  The tenor of my
begging changed, and I honestly hoped  one of them was a telepath.  Rape
me.  Please, use me, let me be your    toy, your fuck toy, your favorite
toy.  Use me forever.
     Aaden began to fuck me faster, and I could feel the ring of my anus
following his cock in and out, and  his  fucking  became harder.  The he
stopped, and I felt a  shuffling  as  he  placed  his knees up closer to
mine, and as he  stroked  into  me  his  thighs  struck  mine,  his hips
striking my buttock, small  ripples  through  our  muscular bodies as he
slammed me, fucking me, his  enormous  hard  cock taking me, ravaging my
ass.  The Kzin was forced to accept the  pace with every hard shove, and
he began to fuck me in earnest.  I  could  feel  his orgasm approaching,
and he forced it deeper into me.  There  was no warning, though, when he
came, shooting his thick cream  down  my  throat, but his roar filled my
ears, my mind, for  a  moment  blocking  out  even  Aaden's eternal cock
filling my backside.
     The mouth around my cock had  eased,  backing  off, and I wanted to
come then, but finally it  went  away  completely.   Damn you, I thought
again, Please.  Vile epithets filled  my mind as Aaden filled my asshole
with his penis.  Damn you.
     Aaden began slamming me so hard  that  the  entire harness shifted,
and I heard his teeth grind and he said "I'm gonna come," and with three
painfully hard jabs deep  into  my  belly  he  screamed  and came, and I
actually could feel his  come  filling  me,  heating  and burning and so
wonderful.  He collapsed, but I was still on edge.
     The other two men in the room  hadn't  said a word the entire time,
but I heard Aaden address them, saying, "Your turn."  There  was a small
laugh, and Aaden rose from his  position  behind me.  He was replaced by
another pair of thighs, and another  cock  was slid into me.  The sudden
change burned worse than ever, but I  didn't care.  A cock was presented
to my lips, and I sucked on it  rapturously.   These  two fucked me hard
front and rear, and the one in front  was very definitely human, the one
behind me I guessed to be another Mephit.   They raped my as effectively
as Aaden and the Kzin, and when they  came Aaden and the Kzin took their
places, this time the Kzin  taking  my  ass  and  Aaden forcing my mouth
against his anus to lick and rim him before turning and filling my mouth
with his creamy white come.  All  the  time the tindal on the floor kept
sucking me, taking me to the edge and then backing off.  Again the other
two took me, and the cock down my throat was definitely Mephitisoid, and
they raped me as surely as they could.
     Then they all backed off, and the mouth around my cock was stronger
and more insistent.  I felt Aaden  get  behind,  and he slowly slid into
me.  He cock filled me again as it  had  before, like no other cock  had
tonight,  and he raped me slowly  and  firmly,  and I cursed and blessed
him as the Tindal underneath me sucked  firmly, his mitten coming up and
slowly stroking my balls and sometimes  past them to touch my asshole as
Aaden's cock sawed  in and out of me.  I was in heaven, and I could feel
the pain of denial fading,  my  orgasm  coming,  coming.  Aaden began to
shove harder, and he was going to  come  one  last time, the third time,
and suddenly it felt  like  my  balls  squeezed  down  on their own, and
everything stopped, and I came,  crashing  down in an orgasm so long and
so loud that they must have  heard  me  back  in the main room, my every
muscle straining.  Aaden screamed  aloud  too,  and the throbbing of his
cock back inside me was a final baptism for me.  I collapsed.
     When I came to, I was loose.  They  were  gone.   I rose, aching in
every muscle, from every demand.   My  anus  hurt like it had never hurt
before, my jaw tired, my cock sore from what must have been two hours of
erection.  When I finally did try  and  stand, my mind reeled.  I braced
myself against the wall.  The room was  actually smaller than I had even
thought at first.  I noted  a  few  things,  like  the  small package of
'handy-wipes' on the floor, mostly used.  Thank you, Aaden, for being at
least that concerned about  my  health  that  you would clean yourselves
before taking my mouth again.   The  other  thing  was the little yellow
sheet on the door.  "We're in the Arc  dining room.  Come find us if you
awake  before  1800  hrs."   Typical,  Aaden,  you're  still  writing in
military.
     I dressed, noting the five claw  holes  in  the vest.  They weren't
bad.  I was going to keep them.
     I left to find my abusers.  It was  well  before 1800.  I imagine I
wobbled a little as I walked.  The thought made me smile.  But I hurt.
     It was a good hurt.


     EPILOGUE:
     Walking through the bar had  been  difficult,  trying  to  face all
those horny males, but I  reached  the  stepping  disk and ordered it to
take me to my own room.  I  showered,  dressed and took a public disk to
the Arc dining room.
     When I got  there,  the  sun  was  shining  through  the  enourmous
skylight, and the plants that lined the metalwork ceiling were green and
lush.  I scanned  the  white-washed  room  for  Aaden,  and I found him,
complete with his four compatriots, and got the shock of my life.
     There was a general loud greeting, a lot of "Hey, how ya feelin's,"
and there, sitting between Aaden and  the Kzin, sat P'nyssa.  I sat down
at the table uncomfortably, shifting, and said, rather shyly "Hi.  Guess
I'll be doing that for a couple of days."
     Aaden raised his eyebrows and said "Guess you will.  Well?"
     "Well what?" I asked.
     "Did you like it?"
     I stopped, gaped, and said "Of course I liked it.  But...  How..."
     "P'nyssa?" Aaden asked, both to  finish  my  question and to prompt
P'nyssa to answer it.
     She said, "We had this planned  months  ago.   We were just waiting
for you to show up."
     "You what?"
     Well, you told me a while ago that that  was a fantasy of yours, to
be willfully raped by several men."
     "So you... and he..." I  was  stunned.   "But  I must have told you
that years ago!"
     She nodded.  "So?"
     I sighed.  "Thank you, P'nyssa."   I  rose,  walked over to her and
hugged her over the chair.  "I love you."
     "I love you too," she said.
     "How did you know to get Aaden?" I asked, still stunned.
      She smiled that coy smile that always  drives me crazy.  "That was
the hard part.  But I did some research."
She reached under the table  and  pulled  out  a memory chip, plugged it
into  a  small  HoloMan  she  carried,   and  Kathy  Hawkwind's  picture
illustrated fine, and began to relate the story I'd told her.
     "Sonuvabitch," was all I said.
     Aaden introduced me to the  other  three,  the  Human  being a huge
blond man named Derek, the Kzin was named  k'Kritt and the other Mephit,
named Erith.  I hugged every one of them,  but when I stopped at Erith I
said "Young melMeph, have you got something against me?"
     He looked flustered, and said, "No... why?"
     "Because you fucked me hard, real hard.  Harder than Aaden, even."
     "No, I don't think I do.  I thought you liked that sort of thing."
     I smiled, and laid an arm across my stomach,  wincing at the slight
cramp still there, and said "I do.    Wow.   One other thing, Aaden, how
did you mask P'nyssa's scent?"
     "A little perfume,  a  little  misdirection,  a  little  hardware,"
P'nyssa said.
     "Oh."  They weren't going to  tell  me.   That's  okay;  it worked.
"How did you get P'nyssa past Rick?    As far as I know, she's the first
female to ever get into The Underground."
     "Ken, nobody is  ever  going  to  argue  with  a  Kzin  warrior and
Shardik's roommate.  Not even an AI."
     I smiled.  It's nice to have friends like that.
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