HALF-BREED: CH. 9 - "TORTURE"

WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT-CONTENT

Summary: Claustrophobia takes on a whole new meaning when the Commander takes pleasure in Autumn's pain.

Autumn's mood went from euphoria to sheer terror as she followed the Commander through the corridors of the massive hive ship. It seemed that whenever she was forced to be naked, it was usually followed by some dreadful punishment. What horrible thing was he doing now?

Oh you have no idea of the horrors that await you, my darling devotee.

Great, he was trespassing on her thoughts again. She wished there was some way that she could just shut off all the thoughts going through her mind.

We will be exploring that later, Half-Breed.

Change the subject, Autumn. Anything to distract him from your thoughts.

“Sir, I am so chilly,” she stated. “May I please have something to wear? I will do anything you ask. Please, Sir. I am begging you.”

She wasn't just trying to draw his attention away from the things in her head. She really did feel cold and still felt a little self-conscious even though he'd already seen her naked flesh many times...and had gotten sexual gratification from it. He didn't hurt her when they were in the supply closet. He gave her immense pleasure. Why was he suddenly acting so cold and distant?

“I give the orders around here, young one,” he replied out loud. “Now stop asking stupid questions!” He stopped and looked down at her with a sleazy grin on his face. “I do enjoy looking at your flesh, Human. I don't know why you insist on keeping it covered up.” He lightly stroked her arm with his hand. “The creamy texture is so delicate and lovely.” He paused, leaned in and sniffed her. “And the scent of your flesh is intoxicating.” He closed his eyes and looked like he was in a trance, then suddenly opened them again. “No more distractions, Autumn! Keep moving!”

“Yes, Commander,” she muttered softly.

At last they came to a big room. There was a large bed in the middle and monitoring screens on one of the walls. He had security cameras all over the hive and could observe what went on in other parts of the ship. As she looked around, she deduced that it was his personal sleeping quarters...and personal command center.

“Yes, Half-Breed,” he said, noting what she was looking at. “I told you – I see and hear EVERYTHING that goes on here so there is no escape for you. If you try to escape again, I WILL end your life. Do not take my good moments as weakness or leniency. I despise your kind and have no problem feeding on you until you are without breath.”

He led her over to the 6'x2' box he had constructed while she'd been in the rejuvenation pod.

“This is your new sleep chamber. You will spend most of your time in here from now on.”

Her heart started pounding as she looked at the coffin-like container. It was completely bare inside – no blanket, no pillow – with small evenly spaced holes drilled into all four sides. She started shaking and could feel the tears building up in her eyes. She looked up at the Commander.

“Oh no, please, Sir! Don't make me go in there!” she cried. “I am claustrophobic!”

“Yes, I know,” he said, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“No-no-no-no....please!!!” Autumn dropped to her knees. She was literally begging him not to make her go into the coffin box. “I will do ANYTHING...anything! I'll be quiet! I promise! I won't talk back! I will obey you! I won't complain! I will give my body to you! Just please, PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THERE!”

She was on the verge of screaming now. He just laughed at her.

“It is too late for apologies, Autumn,” he said, pulling her up by her hair, then circling around her once she was standing. “You will stay in this box, here in my room, at all times. You will be allowed several small meals a day along with water to keep you hydrated. You will not be allowed to speak unless I grant you permission to do so. And yes, you will remain undressed.”

He ordered Autumn to get in. She was shaking and screaming, not wanting to move any further, but he just kept pushing her towards it.

“Already you are being an infernal brat! I told you not to disobey me! Now move!”

Autumn still would not move for him, her fear of being imprisoned in the box overriding her fear of HIM, so he picked her up and threw her into the box. She kept trying to sit up, not wanting to recline back into it.

“Why are you doing this? Haven't I been good? The thing we did in the supply closet...you enjoyed it! You can have my body whenever you want it!”

“Yes, that was pleasurable,” he replied. “But it changes nothing and it does not mean I care. I do not need YOUR approval to take what I want! Now hold still! There is still one final adjustment I must make to this thing.”

He leaned over the box and picked something up that was on the floor behind it. It resembled a bicycle helmet except that it was completely solid all around, with small ventilation holes. He placed it on her head and then her world went dark.

“What are you doing?” he could hear Autumn's muffled cries. “Please! Take it off! I'll be good! I promise!”

“This, my reluctant submissive, is what you will wear when I let you out of the box to get daily exercise. We cannot have your muscles atrophy now, can we? I'm not THAT much of a monster,” he cackled as he then removed the device from her head. She let out a loud sigh of relief that she could breathe again. But then with one swift move, he pushed her down into the box and slammed the lid shut and locked it. He could hear Autumn screaming and pounding on the sides of the box. He'd installed a two-way microphone so that he could hear the noises she made in the box, and she could hear what was going on outside the box but only when he flipped the “Audio Out” switch to ON.

“Please, Commander! Let me out! Oh God, I am going to die in here! Just kill me then! I don't want to live anymore! Feed on me until I am dead!”

He turned the Audio ON and slowly walked around the perimeter of the box.

“It's called a “Sensory Deprivation Chamber,” he answered. She kept screaming and pounding while he spoke to her. “There is no light, no sound. You are in total darkness, unable to see or hear. So save your breath, little girl, otherwise you will suffocate. There is only so much air that passes in and out of that chamber and you should try not to waste it by speaking, screaming or crying.”

Inside the box, Autumn was shaking and slowly feeling around in the dark but all she could feel were the four walls, literally closed in on her. The Commander was still standing by the box when he heard her hyperventilating. He unlocked the lid and opened it.

“I told you to save your breath! What are you doing, human?!!” As she began to catch her breath, he crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his foot while staring at her. “Hyper-ventilating will just delay your death and you will suffocate SLOWLY. Do you want a slow, dragged-out death, Autumn?”

“It would be better than being stuck in this fucking coffin!” she screamed.

The Commander looked like he was in deep thought.

“Hmmm...then I shall have to do something about this,” he said. “I can't have you dying on me just because you are feeling stress.” He summoned a drone. “Please go to the infirmary and get me a bottle marked “LNR-011” and bring it to me, along with a syringe.”

“Yes, right away, Commander,” the drone said, bowing, and then left the room.

“What are you going to do?” Autumn queried. She didn't know why she even bothered to ask questions anymore, since she knew she wouldn't like any of the answers. And it wasn't going to change anything.

“I am going to help you, human,” he answered. “I am going to give you something that will help calm you down.” He approached the box and stood over her, reached down and started running his fingers through her hair. “There, doesn't that feel good? You like when I touch your hair, don't you?”

Autumn looked up at him, then spit at him.

“You're a fucking monster! I hate you!” she screeched. He was going to torture her anyway, she figured she may as well vent her frustration.

The Commander looked at her, his facial expression now contorted into an angry expression.

“I thought you were going to behave!” he hissed, then pulled her out of the box by her hair. “For this outburst, you will be harshly disciplined!”

He dragged her over to a door in the corner of the room. He opened it and shoved her in. On the far side of the room was an overhead metal pipe which he instructed her to stand under. She hesitantly approached it, with her back to him, facing the wall. He instructed her to lift her hands over her head and she did as she was told, then felt him slip something around her wrists. It was a leather strap or binding of some kind and he tightly bound her wrists together with it. Then he tied the other end of the binding to the pipe above her. He then pressed a button and the pipe began to move up towards the ceiling. As it moved, Autumn's feet left the floor so she was dangling mid-air. He could feel her trembling. Then he gagged and blindfolded her.

The drone returned with the items the Commander had requested.

“Thank you, that will be all for now,” he said, taking the bottle and syringe in his hand and shoving them into his pocket.

Autumn began to kick and scream.

“Go ahead and move all you want, Human. It will only intensify the pain I am going to give you. In fact, go ahead and try to scream. It's starting to...excite me.”

Indeed, looking at his prisoner hanging there in the flesh trying to get free was making his prong region tingle. But there would be time to take care of that later. Right now, the only thing on his mind was pain...and how he was going to inflict it. He reached into a box on the floor and pulled out a whip.

“Oh, this is going to feel so good, my captivating captive.”

And then he began to hit her with the whip, each scream just making him want to hit her harder. Autumn kept trying to get free, trying to move to somehow avoid the whip but it was of no use. Each time she tried to move, the whip came down on her even harder. She cried as she felt the pain stinging her flesh like very fine needles. It felt like the sting of a hundred bees, just sticking into her over and over. All she could do was dangle there, shaking as he continued to beat her. It seemed like the torture went on forever. She had lost all sense of time. How long had she actually been on this ship anyway? It didn't matter. There was no escaping from it. No escape from the ship and no escape from her tormentor. After what felt like hours, he finally stopped. It had actually only been ten minutes. She was silent now, just the sound of her whimpering could be heard.

Then she felt his hands on her waist, moving around towards her back, traveling up to the back of her neck, massaging it.

“That feels good, doesn't it, human?” She wasn't sure if she was supposed to respond. “Nod your head if you agree,” he continued. Autumn nodded her head. She was still shaking. “When you behave, you will feel good. When you do not obey me, I can make you feel very VERY bad.”

She could feel his breath as he leaned in closer and began sniffing her neck, his cheek brushing against hers.

“Oh, you smell even better now, captive,” he said. “Those pheromones your fear radiates...such a delight to my olfactory senses.” Then he suddenly sunk his teeth into her flesh. She started screaming though the sound was muffled by the gag. The fact that she could not see what he was doing was terrifying her even more. She just didn't know what to expect from him, he was totally unpredictable. She could feel something trickling from her neck down towards her chest now.

“Blood,” he said, and then she felt his tongue licking it off her, his tongue moving all the way down her chest towards her nipples. Once his tongue reached her nipples, he started biting them, causing her to wince painfully. She wanted to scream but her voice was so hoarse at that point, all she could manage were whimpers. “Your flesh is so lovely,” he said as he moved his hands all over her chest, caressing her skin. Then he moved his hands down the sides of her body, over her hips then reaching around and grabbing her ass. “I particularly love this part of you,” he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him. He stood back, looking at all the red welts all over her body, touching them. She winced every time he touched one. “Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” he said, sarcastically. “There is only one place on your body that remains untouched by the whip. And I am going to enjoy touching it...” he said, spinning her around again.

He reached out and moved his hands between her legs, opening them up and running his hand gently up her thigh towards her crotch. She felt his finger as he inserted it into her, wiggling it around, his thumb moving around in a circular motion over her clitoris. She was feeling sickened by his lecherous behavior but at least this didn't hurt so she tried not to move, fearing that he may take it as an act of disobedience and start hitting her again. Then he shoved another finger up inside her, then another. Then he slowly inserted his entire hand into her, making her flinch.

“The human reproductive organs are so fascinating,” he began to opine. “It's difficult to believe that something as big as a human infant can fit through this narrow passageway, and yet, it happens all the time. This part of your anatomy is so flexible. I wonder what else could fit through this. But I shall attempt that another day. For now, I seek physical gratification.”

He pulled his hand out of her, took off his pants and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards him. Even though she was still dangling, now his height matched hers in this position. With one quick thrust, he shoved his prong into her and began to copulate with her. She could hear him breathing heavily, muttering things in some language she did not understand, but it sounded like something he was enjoying. Then he started talking to her in her native language.

“I love how you feel inside,” he confessed. “You are so warm and moist. I didn't know you human females could be so much fun...could provide a male Wraith with so much pleasure...I bet it's even more fun when you are dead because then you cannot talk back or try to get away.”

Autumn assumed he was going to kill her after he was finished raping her. He continued to fornicate with her until a wave of pleasure washed over him and he ejaculated inside her. This time, the burning sensation returned and she started moving and twisting around, screaming through the gag. He just laughed at her.

“I told you it is not painful when you want it, Autumn,” he explained. “You are only hurting yourself by trying to avoid my advances. Think about that for the next time I come to you to pleasure myself. In time, you will grow to like it.”

He pulled his pants back on, set her free from the bindings and turned her around to get a better look at her. He noted that the marks on her body were starting to fade. “There may be hope for you yet, little one,” he said. “You are healing even quicker now. Soon your Wraith DNA will become the dominant one to your inferior human DNA” he explained as he walked her out of the room and back over to the Sensory Deprivation Chamber. He noted that she'd mellowed out so he would not have to inject her with the tranquilizer after all. But it wasn't mellow she was feeling as much as she was just so physically and mentally exhausted that she had no energy left. Finally, her mind was blank.

He lifted her up and put her into the box then kissed her on the mouth.

“Such a pretty mouth...so soft...” he said in a whispered tone. “But it is time for you to rest. We are going to have a busy day tomorrow.” He shut the lid and locked it. Inside the box, Autumn took slow deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating, even though she had no energy to even do that. There was nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to hear and nowhere to go so she just allowed herself to drift off to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

Disclaimer:  The Wraith & Stargate Atlantis are owned by MGM.  Autumn Noxx is an original character.