Following is the outcome of a fun-thread we had on the Cohort’s board where Cohorts were chasing Crais on a ship, what would you do with the Captain once you caught him? Those who don’t like captivity, mild bondage (no whips) or recreating (I don’t want to offend anyone inadvertently), stop reading now. Being the smut-moderator on SFCF, I have to turn my hand to it as well. My thanks to SciFiChick for Beta-reading this for me, her comments were very helpful. Rating: NC17, warning: Non-consensual. Title gives away the clue but not all is what it seems. Crais is a captive participant

Captive audience

By GitonCrais

She watched him from the shadows.

She would have recognized him anywhere. Oh, he had been cleverly disguised and with such simplicity. No Peacekeeper’s uniform, no tightly drawn back hair. Very plain black clothes, covered by a black, open caftan, hair hung loose over his shoulders. With his dark complexion and abundance of curls he could pass easily for any other trader. But his vanity let him keep his goatee. His bearing betrayed him too. Upright, ramrod straight, arrogant as if he owned the square. Oh, yes, she remembered him well.

And now he was on the run from his former colleagues, she harrumphed, from half the known Uncharted Territories she would assume. He would bring in a pretty credit anywhere, he and his gunship. She wasn’t interested in that; she wanted him all for herself. He needed punishment for what he had done to her.

Crais was unaware of the stares from the shadows, was unaware of what was waiting for him on the planet. It had been a simple plan, get some supplies and move out. He couldn’t stay anywhere for long. Even on this remote planet he had seen the wanted beacons. It wouldn’t be long before people would see through his thin disguise.

While he was conducting his business he let his eyes wander over the square. Was it his imagination or were people staring at him? He put it down to overwrought nerves. On second glance they treated him like any other trader coming to their planet. He had no problems trading what salvage he had picked up. It had not brought in many credits but it had been sufficient for his needs and his needs had become very basic indeed over the last cycle.

His business was conducted swiftly. He didn’t want people to get a good look at him, nor did he want to tempt fate or his luck.

Just when he was about to turn to back to the spaceport, a little street urchin tucked at his sleeve. He looked down at the little boy. The boy looked up at him and said, “The person in that street wants you to read this.” He pointed at the side street and pressed a note in Crais’ hand. Before Crais could ask more, the boy had disappeared into the crowd.

Crais looked over at the side street and could vaguely make out a shape in the shadows. It was difficult to distinguish whether the figure was male or female. He looked down at the note. It read, “I know who you are but if you don’t want me to turn you in, you better come over for a business proposition which will benefit us both.”

His first instinct was to turn and go back to his transport pod quickly but if the note were genuine than he would not make it to his pod in time. Crais looked furtively to all sides and then crossed the square. The figure in the shadows wasn’t there anymore.

Crais walked further into the street, or alley to be more precise, his senses on the alert. Halfway down the alley he heard a noise behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head and then slumped to the ground. He did not see how his assailant looked down on him with a big grin on her face.

He woke up with a pounding headache and found he was lying naked on his back on what felt like a bed and his hands and feet were tied to the four corners. He could hardly move. He couldn’t see either.

“So, Captain, are we finally awake?” It was a female voice.

He turned his head towards the voice, “What happened? Where am I? Who are you? Why am I tied to this bed? Why can’t I see?”

“Oh, Captain, so many questions.” She sounded quite near. He could feel her hands run lightly over his exposed body. It sent a shiver through him.

“Let’s see if we can answer your questions. What happened? You were surprised. The great Captain Crais, ambushed. Where are you? In my chambers, still on the planet. Who am I?” She laughed, “My name wouldn’t mean a thing to you, call me ‘A-ghost-from-your-past’, yes, I think I like that. Why are you tied to the bed? Can’t you guess? Why can’t you see? Don’t worry it’s temporary and I can restore your sight whenever I want but not right now. There, all your questions answered.” She ran her fingernails lightly over his body again, “You are quite an attractive man, Captain Bialar Crais. I think I will enjoy what I’m about to do.”

He tested his bonds.

She said softly, “Don’t try too hard, Captain, you will only hurt yourself.”

Crais lay still again.

“That’s better. The least resistance and you will find it will not be so bad.”

He could feel her sit next to him on the bed. He sniffed the air, the scent was familiar but he couldn’t immediately place it. He frowned, trying to remember.

Her fingers trailed his brow, “Oh, don’t frown, my dear Captain. Wrinkles don’t suit you.”

“Why are you doing this?” There was a tinge of anger in his voice, as he hated not being in control.

“If I told you, that would diminish the revenge.”

Crais was worried that he was dealing with a mad woman.

“You only need to know for now that you brought this on yourself.”

He frowned again, trying to remember. She grasped his chin and turned his face towards her, “I told you, no frowning.” Crais pulled his head away from her hand.

He could feel how she stretched next to him, one elbow nearly touching his left arm.

Her long nails, trailed over his body with a gentle caress. Along his side, over his abdomen, circling the areoles of his nipples. He couldn’t suppress a small gasp of pleasure while small shivers ran down his body.

“I see you like it then?” Her fingers trailed down again. She stroked his inner thighs, another small gasp escaped. His hands balled in anger with the betrayal by his own body, he couldn’t stop himself responding to her caresses. Up she went and her fingers played lightly in his pubic hair, then she made them dance lightly over his shaft. “Ah, standing at attention, like a good little Peacekeeper.”

Crais was breathing deeply now, his hands clenching, fighting against his bonds.

“You can stop struggling. You are quite secure.”

Her hand went up again, slowly tracing a line on the inside of his arm. He tensed his muscles against the ticklish sensation. He could hear her giggle.

“Why…” he gasped when she went lightly over the tip of his left nipple, “Why are your doing this?” His voice was harsh with anger and frustration.

“Later, Captain, later. Punishment comes first.”

She moved away from the bed and he could breathe easier for a short while. When she came back, she let him smell the contents of the vial she was holding. It was sweet and heady.

“Do you know what this is, Captain?” He shook his head. “Chagrid-oil.” She noticed by his reaction that he had at least heard of it, a smile crept over her face, “You know what it can do?” She saw a twinge of fear on his face but also the arrested action of a frown. “It will heighten the passion wherever it touches but with the strange side-effect that it will prolong or rather delay the release. Can you imagine the build-up? The beautiful sensations? But release will take a long time in coming. Ah, the exquisite pain of passion!”

Crais was sure he was dealing with a mad woman. Chagrid-oil had been one of the forbidden substances on board Peacekeeper ships. People had become addicted to its effects and some had even died from prolonged use. Its side effects were especially uncomfortable to Sebaceans since it also raised the body temperature. His Command Carrier, the Multhaan, had been one on which the possession of the substance was dealt harshly with.

He swallowed deeply.

She moved away from the bed and he could hear her hum.

Crais called out to her, “What have I done to…”

She came back quickly and leaned over him. He could feel her warm breath touch his face, “It’s not what you have done Captain, it’s what you haven’t done.”

He was confused, “Then what haven’t I done?”

“Ah-ah, you won’t get the answer that easy.” She moved away again.

He wracked his brains to determine what it could be but he couldn’t come up with anything. He tried establishing a link to Talyn but only got a very weak response. At least she had not taken his transponder out and he worried why he couldn’t make full contact.

She came back to the bed and laid next to him, “You have quite a beautiful body my dear Captain, for a Sebacean.” It was the first clue to part of her identity. “I think I might enjoy meting out your punishment.” Her hands trailed his body again. She admired his broad, smooth and hairless chest. She lightly moved her hand over his trim waist and hard muscles. Yes, she would enjoy it.

She moved over him and he could feel a body that was light and muscled and about as tall as he was. Her tongue trailed his chest and danced over his nipples. It was quite raspy in nature and the pleasure it brought to him made him gasp. “Ah, you like this then?” Her tongue played over his abdomen and circled his navel. It moved down and licked the full length of his shaft and a deep moan escaped his lips. What came next gave him a clue of her species.

She had taken the full length of his shaft into her mouth, a feat in itself for he was well endowed, while her tongue slid over his testicles and to the back where the tip touched his sphincter, sending waves of pleasures through his body. He arched his back and he bit his under lip. Her tongue kept making small forward movements. His hips moved up. All too soon she stopped. He lay back gasping. Even though the sensations were pleasurable, the humiliation of responding to them was torture to him. Yet he could not help himself doing so.

“You’re very sensitive, Captain. How long has it been since you last recreated? Probably some time ago. Let us see what that can do to a man.”

Again he could smell the Chagrid-oil. He tried to delay her, “Are you Luxan?”

“No, an offshoot. We lack the Tenka’s but retained everything else, including an immunity to Chagrid oil.”

Again he tried to remember again and again he failed. He couldn’t remember her by her by the sound of her voice.

He could feel her fingers trail over his nipples, this time the touch was wet and the smell of Chagrid oil was strong. Her fingers left his body and when they returned, there was more liquid touching him and he could well imagine that she was applying the oil. He had never used Chagrid oil but from what he could remember from the reports on the substance filled him with dread to what was to come. The addiction was not only to the pleasures the oil could offer to the body. The ecstasy the mind experienced was even stronger.

She had finished stroking his abdomen when the first effects made themselves felt. A warm tingling sensation started around his nipples as if he was being sucked and licked by two mouths in the most sensuous way possible. Slowly this feeling spread downwards and followed the path that had been set out. The sensation of numerous mouths was quite overwhelming and soon his body felt as if it was on fire.

Her hands moved along the inside of his legs and arms and had circled his wrists and ankles. She had saved his shaft and groin for last.

Crais couldn’t stop himself from moaning out loud while the sensual fire was coursing through his body. He couldn’t help himself from writhing on the bed, even the bonds felt pleasurable. Part of his mind was screaming to let her stop. Another part wanted her to continue. His moans were deep and his erection stood proud.

She looked down at his writhing form, listened to his moans like she was listening to music, admiring the muscles tightening under his skin and looked with lust at his erection. He was well endowed and she ran her tongue over her lips. She knew that by now Crais was only ‘half aware’ of this all. His mind should be concentrating on the pleasures the oil was giving him.

She straddled his abdomen and his body squirmed underneath hers, his strong muscles rose against her vulva and she shuddered. Her tongue snaked out and with the tip she touched Crais’ nipple. Crais moved underneath her and nearly threw her off. She bent forward over his body and tweaked his nipples with her fingers, fingers that still had Chagrid oil on them. Crais’ breath was raspy and deep. His mouth produced low feral growls while his upper body arched to meet her hands.

She let her hands glide over his chest, his sides and then his back. Crais’ eyes flicked open. Unseeing eyes stared into hers, passion made it seem as if they were completely black.

She positioned herself over him, slowly sliding over his shaft. He threw his head back, enjoying the complete feel of her. She rode him slowly, kneading his pubic mount with her hands. Her tongue snaked out towards his ear, licking the shell, searching for the hollow between his ear and his jawbone. Electric fire coursed through his veins and he reacted with deep moans. She flicked her tongue over his neck, upwards to his other ear. He bucked underneath her when she pinched his nipples with her nails, his moans intensified.

She rode him harder and her first orgasm presented itself. She bent low over him and gripped his buttocks firmly, wanting to feel him even deeper, again she reached her climax and she whispered in his ear, “You fulfill me wonderfully my dear Crais. I had not thought I would enjoy it this much.”

She noticed that his face had turned a hue redder, a sheen of sweat was on his brow and she could almost hear his heart thud strong and fast in his chest.

“No more,” he rasped in an agonized breath, “Please.”

“No more pleasure? You surprise me Captain. I bet you are mistaken.”

She left the bed, leaving him shivering with unfulfilled frustration. When she returned, she traced the feather of the Giant Panchitak bird over his chest. The reaction was almost instantaneous. His skin had become so sensitive that his body reacted to the merest touch. He writhed in uncontrolled movements. She straddled him again and while she let the feathers caress his nipples, neck and ears rode his bucking body. Her raspy lick over his nipples would have sent him over the edge, in a normal situation. In this instant she had to hold on to him tightly not be thrown off.

Her tongue snaked down touching her own vulva. She couldn’t suppress a moan. It snaked further down and encircled his testicles. For a moment she was afraid that he might dislocate his shoulders while his upper body tensed against the bonds. Slowly she released her tongue, only increasing the moans from his mouth.

She turned around while still attached to him and was now facing his feet. Her hands were caressing the inside of his legs slowly, spreading the oil. Her tongue snaked out to his feet and the raspy feel over his exposed soles made his legs strain against the bonds. Her hand cupped his hard testicles and a smile played over her lips.

She moved up and backwards until her vulva was over his mouth. The ticklish effect of his goatee over her clitoris sent shivers down her spine as she moved her body over his mouth and beard. His mouth finally captured her clitoris and he sucked on it. This time the moans were hers.

Her fingernails traced red lines over his chest and kneaded his nipples hard.

Her tongue snaked out and massaged his shaft while his mouth drove her to another orgasm, his growls of passion and frustration vibrating up through her body.

She changed position and laid full length over his body. She looked in his unseeing eyes and savoured the mixed expressions on his face over which he had lost control. Her mouth was over his and she could taste the salty flavour of herself on his lips. She gave him a deep and passionate kiss, which was returned with the same fervour. With a voice filled with passion, she promised softly, “And this is only the beginning, Captain. We are far from finished.”

She looked into his face, saw that his eyes had rolled up and was showing the whites. She listened to the small and shallow gasps, which were issuing from his lips. She could see the rapture on his face and knew that by now he had given himself completely to the effects of the oil and a smile appeared on her face.

For arns she pleasured herself thus and was amazed at his stamina. For arns he writhed in exquisite agony while the fires of passion were burning in his body.

Finally after seven arns of unrelenting pleasure she allowed him blessed relief, applying the antidote to the Chagrid-oil while she rode him one last time. The relief was very explosive and to Crais it felt as if there were no end to it. He lay shuddering with exhaustion, totally spent. His heart hammered in his chest. The sheets under him felt wet and cold with his sweat.

She put a couple of drops in his eyes and gradually his vision returned. She released his bonds but his limbs had been too long in the same position to be moved without pain.

When his vision cleared he saw a most beautiful, striking woman standing at the foot of the bed. “Why,” he croaked from a throat raw from the unwanted moans, “Why did you do this to me?”

She looked at him with disdain, “Because you found me ugly.”

He was confused, “You are not ugly!”

“You thought I was.”

“When was that? I don’t even know you.” He tried to get more movement in his limbs.

“Kazo-lek,” she answered simply. Crais still didn’t understand. “About three cycles ago.”

Crais remembered the planet and the Peacekeeper party that had been sent down. It had been a routine mission as far as he could recall. In that period he had been too involved in the Leviathan project to notice anything else. “What happened then to warrant this humiliation?”

“You thought I was ugly.”

There it was again. Crais was losing patience, “Young woman, if you haven’t changed over the last three cycles than I can assure you that you are not ugly, on the contrary.”

“You didn’t even see me, you passed me over.”

It dawned on him. The prisoners from the planet, the conscripts, the “workers” and slaves.

As a Captain it had been his duty to inspect them before they were assigned their respective places, He could almost recall what might have happened. He had been quite tired when the raiding party had returned. As a matter of fact, he had been ready to turn in. He had made a showing, then left it to his second-in-command to deal with the assignments and had gone to his quarters to sleep.

The irony of it all was amusing. Here he was three cycles further down and he was nearly, literally, recreated to death because he had been tired.

He smiled tiredly at her, “Miss…”

“Duwenga”

“Miss Duwenga, it is true that I did not notice that day.” He saw her blood rise to her cheeks “I would not have noticed you or anyone else that day, even if you were the most beautiful Sebacean woman and had danced naked on the table. I was too tired, it does happen. Even to people like me. Was there any other reason for doing what you have just done to me?”

It was her turn to be dumbstruck. She was from one of the Ruling Houses of Kazo-lek and was used to attention. When they raided the planet she had been taken and brought to the Command Carrier. Although the experience had been unpleasant, she had basked in the admiring glances from the males and the unadulterated jealousy from the females on the transport to the Carrier. There had even been covert looks from the Peacekeepers. She was noticed.

There had been only one who had ignored her: Captain Bialar Crais!

Later she had been able to prove that she came from one of the Ruling Houses of the planet and had been released. But all these cycles she had felt intrigued, slighted and humiliated by the one man who didn’t even notice her. When word came that he had fallen from grace, she spent time, effort and personal expense to track him down. Her mind had been set on exquisite revenge and now he told her that it had been because he was tired.

She stared at him. He had an amused smile on his face.

“What is there to smile about,” she snarled, not enjoying the game anymore.

“The whole situation, really,” answered Crais, “I have been hunted down by many for what I have done but I do not recall that it had ever been for something I didn’t do.” He had more feeling in his limbs, “So, what are your plans? Kill me? Hand me over to the authorities?”

She looked down on his form, “I don’t know yet. I haven’t even thought that far.”

“Then you might reconsider more quickly.”

“Why,” she asked confused.

Crais moved up from the bed in an almost fluid movement. During the conversation he had begun loosening his muscles with minute stretching exercises. He moved quickly to her side and arrested her arms. He looked her deeply in her eyes, “Had you asked me before you knocked me out I might have considered recreating with a beautiful woman. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to do it for seven arns but I would not have left you unsatisfied. Pity. When I opened my eyes I thought you looked absolutely radiant. Now…” He let the words trail while he looked for his clothes and started dressing.

She had been too stunned to react and watched Crais getting dressed. Slowly her anger started to bubble to the surface and she readied herself to deliver a scathing remark.

Crais had expected this. He had just finished dressing, walked over to her and took her chin in his hand. “Come and look for me again once your inside is as beautiful as your outside and I will notice you.”

He left quickly, leaving a stunned woman looking at a closed door.

The End

FanFiction on Captain Bialar Crais by GitonCrais, NC17

FanFiction on Captain Bialar Crais