Page 13 of The Captain's Pet
Then the tables had somehow turned. Instead of loathing the foreign object in his mouth, he’d savored it. The alien flesh tasted of some exotic flavor he couldn’t compare to anything else he’d ever known. He’d intended to make a perfunctory effort, just enough to appear to be an eager yet bumbling lover. But he’d found himself working the rod with genuine enthusiasm, and had tried to take the massive thing as far down his throat as he could. He’d wondered with stomach clenching anticipation what Travian cum would taste like.
Kell had robbed him of the chance, at least for a moment. In a blink of an eye, Wid had found himself lying under the guy, that soft, hot tongue lapping at his face. The feel of those strokes had sent shivers down his body and more blood to his cock. The bastard had easily wrung an orgasm out of Wid’s traitorous body. The final fucking insult was those fingers invading his mouth, giving him the taste Wid had wanted, though not just of Kell, but of their mingled cum. He shuddered at the memory, but not in revulsion. He should have been disgusted, repulsed, as he had been the one time when he’d first figured out what to do with his dick and licked up a little of what he’d miraculously produced. He should have puked all over the guy. Maybe he would have if it had tasted bad. It hadn’t. Somehow the alien cum had mixed with his own to create a luscious flavor of sweet and salty. Delectably satisfying.
God, what was wrong with him?
As he reached the part of the wall where he’d started his journey, he grunted in frustration. Nothing. The wall seemed to be truly solid up to the six and half feet or so he’d been able to test. Still, he couldn’t give up. Seeing the Travian reach into a compartment that looked solid until it was breached gave him hope that there were similar openings in this room. Not that it guaranteed any of them would be of use if they were there. He had to try, though. There might be a way out and he couldn’tcount on exercise time to give them any opportunity. If anything, the Travians had guarded them more closely outside of this room. Perhaps an opening existed higher than his reach. How to test for it was the problem.
“What exactly are you doing?” Joel asked.
Wid looked at him. The guy had a handful of a grape-like fruit, small, roundish and attached to a stem. An idea formed. “Let me have those.”
“Okay,” Joel said after a beat.
Wid took the food, plucked one piece off, and tossed it against the wall a little higher than his hand could reach. The ball of fruit bounced off the wall and landed somewhere behind him. He did the same thing a couple of feet from the first spot and again it simply bounced away. He tamped down growing frustration. This wasn’t going to happen miraculously quickly and what difference did it make anyway? They had an overabundant supply of time. This at least gave him something to do. Slowly he worked his way down the wall.
Joel shadowed him and said nothing for the first dozen tries or so. Then his curiosity got the better of him. “What in holy hell are you doing?”
With a sigh, Wid looked over at him. He might as well tell the guy. What harm could confiding in someone else do? Either it was going to work or it wasn’t. Either they’d get caught trying to escape or they wouldn’t. So he explained to Joel what he’d seen the previous night and what significance it might hold.
Instead of scoffing at him, Joel said, “I’ll get some more and start on the opposite end of the room.”
His friend scurried over to the display of food, elbowed his way past a couple of other boys and grabbed a handful of the fruit. Wid watched as Joel stopped at the far end of the room and began tossing pieces of it at the wall. Okay, maybe his brain was fine after all. It wasn’t a crazy idea if Joel believed in it too. Ormaybe Joel’s brain was equally fried by their abuse. Whatever. He couldn’t stop the broad grin from breaking out as he returned to his task.
Some hours later, how many he couldn’t guess, he met with success. Without the benefit of the sun or a clock, time was distorted in their weird prison. He’d long since settled into a mindless rhythm of tossing and moving down a foot or so before doing it again. He was afraid to leave too wide a gap between tries and miss any opening there might be. When the fruit ran out, he’d switched to little sticks of some kind of vegetable.
Now he was back to the fruit because once the other boys noticed what he and Joel were doing, they’d had to come clean with all of them. It didn’t make sense for more than two of them to work the room because they’d only trip all over each other and spaces could be missed that way. The others made themselves useful by picking up the used pieces and handing those that were still intact back to Wid and Joel for reuse. And they took turns watching the door in case any of the aliens came in.
He was so much on autopilot than when one of his projectiles disappeared through the wall, he almost missed it. Blinking rapidly, as if his eyes were fooling him, he tossed another piece in the same place. It too sailed through an opening that became visible for only a second as it was breached. Wid whooped loudly before clamping his hand over his mouth. If they were being monitored, apparently the aliens didn’t appreciate what they were doing, or it wasn’t a visual spying. Regardless, they needed to keep quiet, just in case.
The other boys came running. Putting his finger to his lips, he tossed another vegetable stick up. Once again, the wall shimmered for a second as the object sailed through, but opened only to the extent necessary for the thing to pass. Given the smallness of the stick, he couldn’t discern the size and shape of the opening. Claiming victory might be premature. It couldbe too small for a human to fit through. He needed to get up there to try, a potentially difficult task because the space existed between eight and nine feet up. The other boys gasped collectively at his success before someone, Joel he realized, clapped him on the back.
“You’re fucking brilliant!” Joel said on a laugh.
Wid allowed himself a second of happiness before he got down to business. “Maybe. I can’t tell yet if the opening is big enough for us. I’m going to need a leg up to stick my hand in. Jordan?” he asked, looking around.
The tallest and brawniest of them, Jordan stood a little over six feet. He understood exactly what Wid needed because he stooped down with his hands clasped to give Wid a foothold. Wid put his hands on Jordan’s shoulders and slipped his foot into the human stirrup. He made a few trial bounces before propelling himself up. Joel helped by pushing Wid’s ass. Icky as that was, it gave him the extra strength and balance that he needed as he put one foot then the other on Jordan’s shoulders. Other hands grabbed his calves, steadying him while he stood straight and ran his palms up to find the opening.
There it was, just as he’d seen. With both his hands breaching the space, he could see it fully as a rectangle large enough for his body to fit through. Warm air hit his face as he slid his hands in to keep the opening visible. Peering inside, he saw the things he’d flung inside lying on the floor and muted colorful lines of light along the back wall. It was a vent of some kind, part of the arteries of the ship, just like one would find on a human vessel. Poking his head in, he looked left and right and saw confirmation in the form of long tunnels.
He pushed his arms in as far as he could. The material that the walls and tunnels were made of proved to be too smooth for him to gain much purchase on his own. He glanced down over hisshoulder. All of the guys were staring up at him, even the ones, like Joel, who kept him in place.
“Push me up. I’m going inside,” he ordered.
No one questioned him. They just did what he said and in that moment he recognized that he’d taken over as the leader of their pathetic group. Knowing it knotted his stomach. They were counting on him now. Those faces held the first real expressions of hope any of them had had since their capture. He prayed this all came to something, anything. Otherwise, he’d have let them down, and he couldn’t bear that.
He’d never thought of himself as being particularly strong, but he was muscled enough to haul himself up into the tunnel with only a modicum of effort and scrapes. He’d have to remember to take a dip in the pool to wash away the evidence he’d been doing something more strenuous than lounging around and eating. Once his body was fully inside, he tossed the food back down and took greater note of his surroundings.
Air moved briskly past him, creating the only sound he could hear. With a tentative touch, he confirmed that the lights he saw were imbedded in the walls, yet barely tangible and not, thank God, live. He hoped that was true throughout the network that he expected to find wound all through the ship. The only way to know for sure was to do a walkabout, or rather a crawlabout. Good thing he wasn’t claustrophobic. He was, however, somewhat directionally challenged. There was a good chance if he wasn’t careful, he’d get lost. Laying down a trail of crumbs, literally, seemed the obvious solution. Twisting back to the entryway, he learned with great joy that the opaqueness was one-sided. He could see into the room.
When he stuck just his head out of the opening, another collective gasp greeted him.
“Shit, man,” Joel called up. “That’s so fucking freaky. It’s like you’re a disembodied head.”
Wid grinned. “Yeah, I know. While the opening is only visible from out there if something is passing through it, I can see out of all of it from this side. That means if this leads to other rooms, I’ll be able to see into them too.” Muted exclamations and backslapping greeted that information. “I’m going to do a little exploring. Someone toss me up a large piece of bread so I can find my way back.”
Stuart stood farther back than most, so he fetched the bread for him. He broke through the crowd to toss it up. Wid caught it one handed and pulled back. Then remembered something and stuck his head out again.
“Keep watching the doors. I’m not going to go far, given how late it must be, but if any of those fuckers come in, someone toss something up here hard enough to make a sound. Hopefully I’ll hear it and come back when the coast is clear.”
