The Worst Days 2.2

Luz emailed me a complete copy of my Worst Days series. It was my first foray into erotica, so now I look back on some parts think, That absolutely sucked. Ergo I'm rewriting it. In the meantime, here's more of the original. The first chapter is here and the 2.1 is here.

My scalp prickled, but I didn't look at him. "I beg your pardon, sir?"

"Lomagnians aren't the only ones who follow space hockey," he murmured, his fingers stroking the inside of my arm. "I saw the news when you disappeared, and I stalked the auctions until I found where you were being sold." His fingers tightened and dug into the space between muscles. "I don't know how White got to you before I did. I didn't even know he was into boys."

I shrugged and concentrated on reading the menu of the food stand. I've dealt with obsessed fans before, there was even a teenage girl who stole my dirty underclothes from the locker room and sent them back to me after masturbating with them (which was just plain grungy), but it's a little bit different when the fan wants to turn you into a sex slave. Creepy was only the tip of the adjective iceberg.


Tobergus let go of me while he ordered, then took one look at me squinting at the unfamiliar words and ordered for Fen and me too. We stepped out of line to wait for the wrap/sandwich/kebab things.

"I've seen pictures of your wife," Tobergus said casually. My stomach dropped. "She is truly art in the flesh."

"She is not to be on sale," I bit out.

"I have information that says her little soldier group is surrounded by our forces. If she comes on the market, I'll let you know," he offered, sliding a finger up my buttocks. "She would be exquisite in chains, and after I tame her I might let her see you. You two could fuck for a group of my select friends, if White would spare you."

I hit him in the eye, harder than I've ever struck anyone in my life. The asshole fell backwards, and I was on him like a trap on a mouse. I was straddling his chest, choking him with one hand, and backhanding his sorry face with the other. "You fucking talk about my wife that way again and I'll kill you, understand?" I yelled. I punched him in the nose for emphasis.

Someone tried to pull me off him, which gave the fucker enough time to roll over and try to crawl away. I shook the person off me and kicked Tobergus in the ass, making sure to catch his balls on the way up with the toe of my new shoes. He buckled in pain, and I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shook him. Someone, maybe the same person as the first time, shocked me with some kind of prod, right on the spine, and I dropped Tobergus and staggered a little bit. There was a red haze that was clouding my peripheral vision and a pounding white rage beating a battle cry in my skull.

I saw one of Tobergus's little "pets" on the edge of the crowd that had gathered, and I grabbed him and snapped his leash off his neck. Then I whipped his owner with it. "Don't. You. Ever. Even. Think. About. My. Wife. Again. You. Asslicker," I grunted through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a swing of the leash across Tobergus's body. He was curled into a pathetic little ball, his arms wrapped around his head. It was very gratifying, especially knowing one of his little trainees was watching.

This time I got shocked and hauled backwards by angry Nitakni who yammered in my face and then hit me in various places, sometimes simultaneously. Sure, it hurt, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure I received from watching Almus Tobergus roll over and heave chunks onto the grass while his slaves stood there and watched. One woman cuffed me across the mouth, splitting my lower lip and drawing blood, and I spat it back at her. I laughed when she shrieked and danced around while trying to wipe my saliva off her face, but I was the only one who thought it was funny. Oops.

A burly man picked up the leash I had used on Tobergus and wrapped it around a fist. He had a grin on his face that made me sorry for his slaves, if he had any. The type who only had fun when other people were screaming in pain. The four men holding on to me pulled my arms out so that I would be open for a stern whipping. He was winding up for a vicious strike when Fen's voice shot through the fray.

"What is going on here?" he demanded, striding up to me. His fury was evidenced in his knotted fists and the muscles standing out on his neck, and the wind whipping his white hair around made him look like the wrath of the gods, descended to wreak holy punishment upon all our heads. I was impressed. The man with the leash looked disappointed.

Tobergus struggled to his feet, wheezing. "This, this, barbarian attacked me," he gasped, "yelling unintelligible nonsense, and continued to assail himself upon me even when these good citizens intervened on my behalf!" (That's what I imagined he said; I couldn't understand all the vocabulary, but he was blustering a whole lot while the bystanders nodded like robots)

Fen whirled on me, and I admit I flinched a little. The battle fever was slowly leaving my body, and the buzz was angry and white-hot. "I told you what would happen if you misbehaved," he growled at me, and jerked my head backward to snap a metal collar around my neck (where had he been hiding it?). He let go of my hair and fished a sleek black remote out of his jacket, then winked at me so smoothly I almost missed it. Huh? Fen pressed a button and a tiny shock pulsed from the collar, barely enough to tickle. Oh. I let loose what I hoped was a blood-curdling scream and went into wild spasms. The crowd gasped, someone applauded, and the men holding me dropped my arms.

"I will not tolerate this animalistic behavior," Fen said evenly. He shocked me again and I screamed again. The adrenaline leaving my body made it easy to fake convulsions.

"I sorry, sir, please!" I cried, clawing at the collar around my neck for good measure.

"Sorry, my boy, does not suffice," Fen retorted. Another mild shock and another set of spasms followed.

I gurgled in Lomagnian and cried and called for my mother, then crawled over to Fen. "So sorry, so sorry," I babbled, clutching at his ankles. Maybe I overdid it, but it was better than getting whipped
in the face. Plus, the Fen-buzz was less angry and more amused, which I hoped meant he wouldn't kill me for attacking a business associate.

Fen leaned down, grabbed me by the neck, and hauled me to my feet. I sniffled and let some snot run down my face and tried to look thoroughly chastened. Fen swung me around so that I was in effect
bowing to Almus McFuckerson.

Fen shook me and commanded me to apologize.

"So sorry, sir, never happen again. I good, I be good forever," I whimpered. I tried to get my mucus to drip on his expensive shoes, but it wasn't flowing fast enough.

"My apologies, Almus," Fen said. "I can assure you this will be dealt with severely."

Tobergus seemed satisfied, even pleased. I heard him clap Fen on the back (I was still staring at his feet, which gave me the opportunity to work on that mucus drip). "Fenton, I didn't know you had it in you. Pleased to see you've grown up" he joked. "If this animal doesn't learn his lesson from, you then send him over to me. But I'm sure you will more than handle it."

The buzz turned angry again, and Fen made a noncommittal noise before turning on his heel and towing me back to the hoverlimo. He would shake occasionally, and it wasn't until he "knocked" me into the limo that I realized he was laughing. The chauffeur was even chuckling as he handed us the forgotten lunches.

"Er, I'm sorry?" I offered.

Fen laughed and shook his head as he filled a handkerchief with ice from some hidden compartment in the vehicle and handed it to me. I pressed it to my lips and inspected the darkening bruises that were forming on my arms. Fen started to speak, but started laughing again and unclipped the collar from around my neck.

"What?" I snarled.

"I can't believe you whipped him with his own leash," Fen snorted, and collapsed into laughter. I would have grinned, but that hurt my mouth.

"The asshole deserved it," I responded.

"Oh, I'm not denying that at all," he chortled, tucking into the sandwich thingy. "I would have done it myself, but in the eyes of the law he probably hadn't done anything wrong."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Are you kidding? He fondled me and threatened to find my wife and make us have sex in public."

"Which," Fen held up a finger, "is perfectly within his rights as a Nitkistan citizen. He could also request that he be the one to mete out your punishment in whatever manner he felt best, as long as it did not do any lasting damage to your person or your service."

"This country sucks," I grumbled, snatching my lunch and wolfing it down. Fighting makes me hungry.

Fen finished his meal and looked at me. "Are you okay?" he asked. He sounded genuinely concerned, and that made me feel odd inside.

"I'm fine, I guess," I responded gruffly. "I mean, I now have an official enemy, I learned Juniper's life and freedom are both in jeopardy, and that I am not allowed to defend myself for fear of being torn to pieces by an angry mob."

Fen started laughing again.

"What about that was funny?" I demanded.

"I had thought about telling you what other people were allowed to do to you, but thought you wouldn't pay attention unless you learned the hard way." He grinned at me. "Guess I was right, eh?"

"Lez mab najyashova," I shot back, and Fen chuckled all the way home.