Chapter 5

Author's Note - be warned things get dark with non-con and violence from here on.

No infringement intended and the poem excerpt is from "Go to the Limits of Your Longing" by Rainer Maria Rilke

"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."

Sitting in his cell Pavel wasn't sure which had been worst, the interminable boredom of being cooped up with nothing to do, or the uncertainty of what awaited him when the ship he was on reached it's destination. He wasn't sure how long he'd been on board this vessel but his ever-grinning jailor had told him on his last visit that the voyage was about to be over as they approached what was, for him, to be journey's end. He reckoned he'd been held for ten or twelve days, no set routine to his meal times, or occasional trips to the nearby shower room, had meant he couldn't accurately measure the passing of time.

He'd considered his options, which weren't many given the circumstances. He could attempt to escape, but he knew his cell was constantly monitored by a small camera located in the top right corner of the ceiling. If he did manage to get out of the cell unobserved he had no idea of the size or layout of the ship, as he had been brought onboard unconscious, would also be unarmed, with a device which could render him helpless with pain, at the touch of a button, embedded in his head, and so re-capture seemed inevitable. In the end the sensible thing had been to co-operate, to keep himself alive and healthy for when the rescue came, which he knew it surely would. He felt bad that he was being compliant with his kidnappers but knew that it was the logical course of action. Pavel felt a little better about it when he reasoned that Mr Spock would congratulate him on his decision.

Just then the outer door of the room opened and Yolan, his Denobulan prison guard, entered. He was carrying some cloth in one hand and stopping in front of the force field at the entrance to Pavel's cell he said,

"Your moment's here boy. Time to go to your new life."

Pavel stood and asked,

"We have reached our destination?"

"Yep, we've been in orbit for a few hours now. Captain Goff has been down on the surface negotiating with our client. Getting the best prices he can for our shipment of goodies, Saurian Brandy, Denevian Mead, Kreetassan Spice and...you of course." Yolan said with a laugh.

Then suddenly becoming serious he added, "This is how it's going to be. I'm coming in there and you will turn around and put your hands behind your back and I will tie your wrists together with this," he held up the strips of cloth he was holding. "Then I will gag you cause the Captain doesn't want the buyer having to listen to you going on about your precious starship or the Federation, at least not until we've left."

Pavel had been about to indignantly object but Yolan didn't give him the chance, holding up his hand to silence him and then indicating the surveillance camera,

"Be sensible and cooperate or my friend who is watching everything that goes on in here will hit a button and every nerve in your body will explode in pain." He paused, and to his shame Pavel knew the Denobulan had seen the fight go out of him at that those words when he nodded and reached out shutting off the force field.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back," he ordered as he stepped towards Pavel.

Feeling trapped and knowing he had no choice Pavel reluctantly obeyed.

The Denobulan was quick and efficient tying Pavel's hands securely in place. Stepping closer he reached around Pavel's head to put the gag in place when Pavel, in desperation, tried to quickly reason with him. Speaking quietly and hoping that whoever was watching them couldn't hear he said,

"Just let Star Fleet know where I am, I will tell them you were kind, they will be lenient with you..." He got no further as the cloth was placed across his mouth silencing him.

Yolan said nothing and just grabbed Pavel by the upper arm and marched him along the grey corridors of the ship until they reached a small transporter room and he pulled Pavel up onto the transporter platform with him. He brought his left wrist up to his mouth, and Pavel saw the communication device he had strapped on there, and said,

"We're ready to beam down".

Pavel felt the familiar tingling sensation as his molecules were pulled apart and reassembled on the planet's surface. Blinking in the sudden sunlight, which made his eyes water for a few seconds after the dim, artificial lighting of the ship, Pavel had his first look at his new prison.

'Paradise' was the first word which jumped unbidden into his mind. Green grass was underfoot as they stood in a clearing surrounded by flowering shrubs which were covered in exotic blooms in shades of red, purple and white. Pavel could hear insects buzzing and bird song while a pleasantly warm breeze wafted the vanilla-like scent of the flowers into the air. Off to his left, about 200 meters away he could see a small, white, single story building but it was the group of people off to his right that caught his attention.

A man, who judging by the ridged facial structure that Pavel could see was a Retellian, and he guessed was Captain Goff, was talking to a tall, very pale individual. This man was at least a head or more taller than Pavel with very blond, almost white hair and although he was wearing a long, dark blue robe Pavel could see that he was powerfully built. Behind him were standing four men of the same species, all tall with the same pale hair. These four were all dressed the same, in a uniform Pavel guessed, with a metal breastplate and a long grey cloak. They reminded Pavel of soldiers from history books, maybe from the time of Tsar Peter the Great, but the particle weapons they had strapped to their sides looked far more modern.

Suddenly Goff looked towards him and although Pavel couldn't hear what was being said it was obvious when the other man turned to look at him as well that the conversation was now about him. Next to him Yolan squeezed his arm tighter and leaned in towards him whispering in his ear,

"My advice boy, forget your old life, forget your ship and the rescue which is never going to come. Your life here can be unendingly brutal, painful and unpleasant or you can find ways to make it bearable. Your ship isn't coming, your friends have forgotten you and your family have received a nice letter from Star Fleet telling them that their son is never coming home. You have to accept that or you're never going to survive."

Pavel had been so focussed on the horrific words that Yolan was whispering in his ear that he hadn't noticed that Captain Goff and the other man had moved until they were now standing in front of him. Still reeling from Yolan's words Pavel looked up into the face of the tall stranger who was in the process of buying him and immediately wished he hadn't. The man's skin was pale to the point of almost being translucent and cold pale blue eyes studied him intently. There was no warmth, no glimmer of kindness or empathy in that gaze, just cold calculation and something else, something cruel and rapacious that made Pavel shudder.

Reaching out the man gripped Pavel's jaw with one hand and tipped his head back further as he studied his face. Pavel was shocked at how cold that grip was, the man's fingers feeling like ice where they touched his skin. Letting Pavel go the pale man reached up and stoked his fingers through Pavel's hair. Then he turned towards Goff,

"You're right this one is pretty, such dark hair and those eyes, dark and soft but with a fire in them as well. You're sure he'll be more satisfying then your last offering? Pretty, stupid peasant boys don't keep me entertained for long and are much cheaper than the price you are asking for this one."

"Ah, my Lord Cador the price indicates the boy's worth and the risk we took getting him especially for you. He's pretty, just to your taste, but is also clever he will be able to keep you amused I assure you."

Reaching out once more Cador stroked his cold finger tips down Pavel's cheek and Pavel couldn't stop himself from pulling his head away from the unwanted touch. Cador laughed at that and turning back to Goff he nodded saying,

"Very well Captain I'll pay your price, but he had better be worth it. Oh, and I like the way you have presented him to me, tied and gagged...quite delicious." Turning from Goff he commanded his escort, "two of you take him to the cabin, I'll be there when I have concluded my business."

Suddenly Yolan let Pavel go and he found himself with one of the soldiers on either side of him, a strong grip on each arm, being dragged away from the group towards the one-story building he had seen when he first arrived. Looking back over his shoulder he saw Goff deep in conversation with Cador, the only person paying him any further attention was Yolan who smiled widely at him and waved before turning away.

Though he struggled in the grip of the two soldiers it was no use, they were much stronger then him and dragged him along until Pavel found himself, still being held by them, standing in a room in what Cador had called the 'cabin'. In the room there was a large bed and a heavy wooden table with several equally heavy looking wooden chairs on one side of it. There was a closed door by the head of the bed, on the side furthest from Pavel, and a long, narrow, high window which ran for most of the length of the far wall and through which sunshine streamed leaving a long patch of light and warmth stretching across the polished wooden floor and the bottom of the bed. Pavel suddenly thought of his mother's cat, Solya, who would stretch out across the living room floor, lying in the patch of sunlight which would pour through the windows in the afternoon and his heart ached for home. He felt tears prick at the backs of his eyes as a wave of despair threatened to overwhelm him but he angrily pushed the feeling away.

Then his attention was re-focussed when the door he had been dragged through minutes before opened and Cador stepped into the room. The two soldiers holding him tightened their grip and seemed to pull themselves up straighter standing so rigidly to attention it was a wonder they didn't snap.

Cador closed the door behind him and paused for a moment looking at Pavel, a slight smile on his thin, bloodless lips. Pavel tried his best to return the stare and look brave and confident, and he thought he was doing quite a good job of it despite feeling anything but inside. His wordless show of defiance seemed to amuse Cador even more and he laughed, slowly walking towards Pavel he said,

"Oh, you are going to be such fun to break."

Determined not to let his trepidation show Pavel kept eye contact with Cador as he walked towards him even if it meant he had to tilt his head back to look up at the tall man when he stood in front of him.

Reaching out Cador quickly untied the gag and removed it from Pavel's mouth, dropping the scrap of cloth on the floor. Pavel took a deep breath and although his mouth was dry his lips felt even worse and his tongue flicked out to lick them in an almost unconscious gesture which he instantly regretted when he saw Cador's eyes glance down at his mouth. Taking another quick breath to steady himself Pavel said,

"I am Ensign Pavel Chekov of the Federation Starship Enterprise, my captain..."

He got no further because Cador drew back his right hand and slapped him so hard across the face that if it hadn't been for the two soldiers on either side of him holding his arms he would have been thrown to the floor. The sting on his cheek was intense and he immediately tasted blood in his mouth where his cheek had been sliced into by his teeth. Before he had a chance to recover himself Cador grabbed his chin in one hand, just as he had earlier when he had inspected Pavel outside, but this time the grip was much harder, his fingers digging in and Pavel was sure he could actually feel the bruises on his face already beginning to form.

"Let that be your first lesson," Cador told him, "you only speak when you are spoken to."

Then letting him go Cador stepped back and reaching down began to undo the golden hasp at his waist which fastened his long blue robe.

"Bend him over the table, it's time he learned his place." He commanded the soldiers.

Pavel found himself dragged over to the large wooden table and the breath was knocked out of him as his stomach collided with the edge of it as he was forcefully shoved up against it. The two soldiers never loosened their grip on his arms but they each brought their other hand up and each took hold of one of his shoulders and pushed him face down, so that his face and the upper half of his body was pushed down against the table's surface. In this vulnerable position and with the memory of Yolan's jibes in his mind Pavel began to panic.

Squirming he used all his strength to try and twist and pull himself out of the two men's grasp but they were much stronger than him and all his struggles were for nothing. He was so focussed on trying to get free that he didn't realise that Cador had moved to stand behind him, until he felt his cold hands reach around his waist and begin to undo the tie fastening on his trousers, which he had been given to wear after his uniform had been taken from him on board the smuggler's ship.

With no doubt in his mind where this was leading in desperation Pavel kicked back with his feet as his trousers and underwear were pulled down. Unable to see Cador he missed his target, and Cador brought his hand down in a stinging slap on Pavel's backside over and over again without pause until Pavel cried out and tears of humiliation and pain ran down his face onto the table's surface.

The beating suddenly stopped but his abused flesh felt raw and stung like it was on fire. His attention was shifted from this though by a new horror as he felt slick, lubricated fingers slip between his cheeks and rub over the entrance to his body. Before he could protest two blunt, ice-cold fingers were pushed inside him. His fought to escape again and began to beg,

"Stop, stop, please don't do this...please..."

But Cador took no notice and Pavel felt the fingers being thrust in and out of him even though he had clenched every muscle in his body in an attempt to stop the intrusion. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn but any respite was momentary as something much larger began to force it's way inside him.

The pain was excruciating, Pavel had never experienced anything like it before. He screamed and begged for it to stop, not sure if he was speaking English or Russian or a mixture of both, only desperate for it to end, desperate for it to not be happening. He screamed and begged himself hoarse, Cador didn't stop. Pavel only fell silent and stopped struggling when he felt something tear inside him and a trickle of warm blood began to run down the insides of his thighs.

Not long afterwards Cador grunted his way to his completion and pulled out of Pavel's body, and Pavel refused to let himself think about what else was now running down his legs.

He heard Cador dressing himself all the while still being held face down over the table by the two immobile and silent soldiers, shame and disgust welling up inside of him.

"That was excellent." Cador exclaimed. "Well worth the money."

Then addressing his men he continued, "Get him dressed, put him on the bed and then wait outside. I'm going to lunch. I'll send the healer along to tend to him."