
Path: not-for-mail
From: Wolfpek Wolfpek <wolfpek@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Subject: GORM THE GALACTIC SLAVER PART TWO-FUN TO FLY (M/M) (NC) (BDSM)(RAPE)(SCIFI)
Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:48:51 -0600
Organization: Altopia Corp. - Usenet Access - www.altopia.com
Lines: 137
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Message-ID: <BAY102-F156D6D44B870F57DA48875A3A20@phx.gbl>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; format="flowed"

===================

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic scenes of M/M nonconsensual sex,  
and rape. The author in NO WAY condones these activities.
 .If this content offends you, or you are under 18, you have no business
reading it. If you are interested in this subject matter I hope you will
enjoy it. Wolfpek

Gorm the Galactic Slaver Part Two- Fun to Fly
by Wolfpek

It wasn't easy, Gorm nearly triggered more than one  deadly trap accessing 
the hold. He had to admit this Rawlins was almost as crafty as he.. almost. 
Nonetheless, Gorm was impressed. Someone with Rawlnis' skill could be  a 
valuable ally, or formidable opponent.  Gorm smiled. Unfortunately for 
Rawlins, his beauty demanded a different fate. The slaver, had no time to 
calculate the fortune in contraband as he made a quick tour of the 
unoccupied ship, but if he succeeded, there was more than one treasure to 
claim.  A quick transmission to transport left instructions to bring a new 
ship in tow at rendezvous.
He let out a low whistle as he entered the bridge. It was old, and battle 
scarred but he could see this sucker could perform, and had brought it's 
skilled owner out of a lot of scrapes. Yeah this baby would be fun to fly.
He pulled out his tool kit, and went to work on the captain's chair.
His concentration was interrupted by the sound of a gun and a pleading 
female voice
Gorm's eyes rolled skyward, it seems the barmaid had a husband., a klingon 
no less He peeked through the window. His prey  sped toward the ship in an 
armored jeep with a box under his arm. Our hero had  absconded with more 
than a woman's virtue. Gorm chuckled, boys will be boys.
The hold door banged open and the space cowboy burst in, shot back once and 
raced toward the controls. The engines roared to life, and the ship shot 
into the sky. Gorm clutched his stunner, and wondered if this might be 
easier than he thought, when the barrel or Rawlin's blaster  answered that 
question.
"You best drop your weapon and show yourself, fore I have to clean your 
brains of the floor"
The threatening drawl was like distant thunder, rough calm, but somehow 
gentle. Gorm's knees felt like water at the sound. He placed his beloved 
weapon in the ground, raised his hands and stepped into view.
Rawlins hadn't even taken his eyes of the controls, and yet the blaster was 
aimed directly between Gorm's eyes. Damn, this stud was good.
The blaster never left it mark, as  the captain's chair swiveled  to face 
the intruder. The very picture of cool.
Gorm's breathe stopped in his throat as Rawlins rose, godlike, to tower over 
him. His eyes rolled over the perfect form. The square jaw, the recess at 
the base of the thick neck  peaking from the top button of the homespun 
shirt, stretched over the massive pectorals, and biceps. The holster, 
delicous, hanging  oh so low on those thin hips and impossibly tight sand 
coloured breeches, perfectly outlining his  rounded thighs, and long fat 
manhood.
"Who are you"
"Please... my name is Gorm. I don't mean any harm.  I was running from  
empire troops. They have my ship surrounded, and I had to hide somewhere. 
I've lost my cargo.. look I can fly really well.. I can help you"
"Just what kinda cargo you haulin?"
Suddenly the ship rocked  with the shake of a blast.. The barmaid's husband 
was not about to quit.
"Look trust me. I want to live too. How about we get out of this mess, and 
I'll tell you"
Gorm thought his heart would explode as Rawlins'  piercing blue eyes burned 
into his very core, then the square jawed space cowboy nodded toward the 
co-pilots chair.
The gun never lowered but Rawlins had no choice but to trust him
Their pursuer, slow and clumsy, was easily evade by the seasoned outlaws, 
and the ship slowed to a relaxed pace
Rawlins eyed him with with something like grudging respect .
"Nice flyin"
"Thanks, not so bad yourself"
"I can drop you at the nearest way station. So what cargo did you say you 
were haulin?"
Gorm smile was cold petroleum
"You"

Like  a pouncing spider, captain's char sprung to life. Oily tentacles burst 
from the  back and arms to wrap tightly around heroic limbs. The buttons on 
Rawlins' shirt flew across the room, as his overtaxed shirt succumbed to the 
frantic struggle, exposing his massive writhing torso. Just enough hair 
nestled into the deep pectoral flesh to outline rather than cover the 
rippling muscles, already a stain of precum darkeend the the light fabric of 
his breeches
Gorm's s syringe was filled with a powerful paralytic. It left it's victim's 
barely conscious but so overwhelmed with sexual need the could not move

Rawlins growled as it plunged into his heaving left tit. His struggling 
slowly subsided into stillness.

Right on time he felt his ship dock with captured vessel

The tentacles released  the limp hunk heavily  face down onto the floor. 
Gorm admired the planes and curves of  his vanquished prey.  and then kicked 
the stud face up. He allowed his hands, and lips to explore every inch of 
rock hard flesh as  revealed the perfect form, counting each abdominal ridge 
with his lips, until he met the resistance of the snug breeches. He reached 
for the holster.... no.. he would keep this. It looked so good hanging from 
those hips. The pants disappeared in one hungry rip, but the boots remained 
as well, somehow these talisman's added to  his captive's potency.
He ran his hand slowly up the vulnerable inside of the tree trunk thigh and 
dared to  take the stud's cock in his hand. Rawlins'  moaned softly, his 
head rocked from side to side. It was surprisingly heavy, and he could 
barely circle it with his fingers.   This one was worth a fortune.

His eyes ran lovingly and somewhat sadly over the helpless naked form.

Power still radiated from this space cowboy, like heat from the sun. Moments 
ago he was a godlike warrior, his most formidable opponent, and now, like 
all  the others impriisoned in his tubes,  a valuable object, to be 
bartered, bought and sold by far inferior beings.
The thought made his eyes burn .. and his loins.
For this precious moment this stud belonged only to him.
He pulled his merchandise up, by a thick veined forearm, and shifted the 
dead weight onto his shoulders
The powerful outlaw,  hung helpless and naked, save for the holster and 
boots, over the slaver's shoulder.That ass, coveted by so many,  finally 
exposed and raised  like the prize it was, carried toward it's new life
It wasn't until Gorm had strapped the  mind controller firmly in place that 
he noticed something was missing from the stud washer...
To be continued

_________________________________________________________________
Valentine's Day -- Shop for gifts that spell L-O-V-E at MSN Shopping 
http://shopping.msn.com/content/shp/?ctId=8323,ptnrid=37,ptnrdata=24095&tcode=wlmtagline

***The above is the sole responsibility of the poster.***

Moderator: jtmichcock@yahoo.com
Questions to Moderator: assgm2000@hotmail.com
On the Web: http://www.assgm.net
Email Story Submissions to: assgm@stump.algebra.com
Guidelines/FAQ: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list/files/
Mailing Lists: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list (all posts) and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
20070126004851
