Servitude and Sangheilis
A grand future awaits the Sangheili submitting to their betters
Kinktober Day 17: Messy Sex - Service Kink
Servitude and Sangheilis
A grand future awaits the Sangheili submitting to their betters
Kinktober Day 17: Messy Sex - Service Kink
The Sangheili was again bending under a Jiralhanae, his body tensing and arching when those massive paws grabbed his head. The knuckles were practically going white as they dug into the leathery skin, only to have those digits covered with the same cum that coated the Sangheili.
_Cum… Everywhere. On his entire body.
And yet, the creature seemed far unbothered by it. Or perhaps too lost to care as the Sangheili was again being taken and abused. The Jiralhanae, the Brute of a soldier, was pummeling the Sangheili's cheeks while swearing and mocking the poor Alien under him.
Pinned, abused, forcefully taken. And yet, the feed only picked up faint moans, desperate prayers to the Path.
The golden eyes were rolling, though only one was visible, and only one seemed not to have been hit with a cumshot. Nevertheless, the Sangheili’s mouth opened and closed in a mantra that was certainly cut by wheezing coughs and aching breaths while his torturer continued to mess with it._
_A torturer whose smile was spreading all over that rugged face, showing off the yellowing teeth as well as the raw disdain he experienced. There was no love, only abuse.
Only raw hate for any separatists or betrayers.
And that guy wasn’t the only one hating the Sangheilis’ guts._
_The Sangheili below seemed to gargle and be shaken by spasms, although the reason appeared clearly a moment later. The Jiralhanae pulled out, his cum-covered groin not even concealing that elongated and knotted shaft that was going soft. Blood rushed away, and that bloodlust seemed to vanish on the naked and grimy guard’s traits.
A salute, and his cock had entirely vanished into the fur and sheath, as invisible as it would be in normal circumstances._
_But the circumstances were not normal. Not with the focus being on that Sangheili whose posterior was lifted. A cursory glance confirmed the presence of anti-gravity-lock handcuffs and a spreader bar that kept him in that posture.
The thighs were quivering, the twin set of toes was scraping the ground with the little freedom of movement they had._
“Pathetic.”
_Still, the Sangheili advanced. Crawled. Despite the flesh covered with bruises, it advanced. On his path, he left cum behind. Cum that dripped from an asshole that must have been a virgin a few hours ago. Now, it looked like a ruin that only remained in thanks to the amphetamines and other drugs running through the poor sod’s system.
Keeping him alive as he was to crawl further, following a designated path. Sometimes, he glanced, frightfully, over his shoulder.
That torture method was cruel, but it ‘worked’, as it drove the prisoner to crawl closer until his path led him to a door. It opened to reveal another Brute. Another erect and needy stud who stroked himself. Then, with a flexing of the abdominal muscles, piss flowed out and landed on the Sangheili’s head.
Sticky, messy, dirty, soiled. The cloud of steam was visible and certainly was the reason for the Sangheili’s shaking before his head was grabbed, his mandibles forced open, and his throat fucked like a mere toy._
“Useless. That’s why we gave you a better purpose.”
_It didn’t end with it. Not as the Sangheili’s mouth was fucked, the head humped by the Guard who abused it. It was almost an effort in which the Brute tried to break the Sangheili’s bones and skull against his groin.
It was… Rough. To see. To witness. To see how the Sangheili was crying and yet seemed excited as he was cumming, adding to the cum sticking to his leathery skin… To his body. Even to the floor._
“Pitiful.”
With one press of a button, Commander Ektus leaned back in his chair. He joined his hands, imitating a poise rarely seen in the covenant, and focused on the frozen scene.
The expression on the Sangheili, focused on, with the fear and excitement in those eyes. The visible broken mandible. And then more. Fingers broken, body marked with so much fluid that it must have impregnated the scales.
The stench could be smelled even if it was solely a video. And he snarled, extending one hand on his right.
Ektus received the glass, refined and adorned with a flourish much like every glassware from Sangheilios’ ruins. Sun and blood roses were under his fingers, to be felt, while he enjoyed the wine he’d been storing in his quarters.
“What do you think of it?” huffed the Jiralhanae, his smallish red eyes and porcine face in contradiction with his kind’s usual shape. He was a brute, but smaller, deficient, some would say. But he was capable of thinking like a Brute while being more than one.
“It’s ineffective,” answered a voice, terse.
“It is,” completed Ektus, waving his hand over the command to fast-forward the video. It ended at the moment the Sangheili finally crossed through the ‘Corridor of Expiation’, as it was called. Broken in many ways, a mass of whimpering white. But through.
“With that process, only thirty percent remain cognizant. Only five are capable of higher reasoning,” continued Ektus, huffing. And then turning to the Sangheili. Rtas ‘Vadum. Or merely Half-Jaw.
The contrite Sangheili had been stripped of his armor long ago. Instead, he was to wear the robes of servitude, though cut and remodeled to fit Ektus’ appetite. Exposed chest, exposed belly, and only a small thong to hide the Sangheili’s genitals.
An appetite Ektus felt before he handed the half-empty glass of wine and reclined back in his seat. He snapped his fingers while pointing to his stretched right leg.
A shuffle ensued, and Half-Jaw knelt by Ektus’ leg, pouring unguent and oil that helped with the muscles’ soreness while Ektus continued to ponder, his hands joined.
“In my opinion, such methods have to be crushed. But I am considering a few options. First would be the rehousing of all those future slaves to other facilities.”
“The other facilities are already overworked,” commented Half-Jaw, not even caring about his people talking so. He was one of Tartarus’ gifts, but a bounty of a gift.
“It is true. I could leave them here, though I hate wasting future slaves.”
“Refitting seems impossible.”
“It is. For so long, they’ve been relying on that barbaric ritual. At best, they would have… Hmm. Enough medical facilities to fit ten Sangheilis at a time.”
“How many could they process in the meantime?”
“Two hundred, easily,” answered Ektus, hissing while Half-Jaw’s digits dug into his legs. They dug into his flesh, uncoiling the tension in those muscles. And the Jiralhanae threw his head back for a second.
Contrary to what people assumed, Ektus wasn’t the grand architect of this project.
But he was the one who made it work through the overstretched logistics and the minimalistic budget he’d been given, as most funds went to High-Charity reconstruction.
Remained, then, the frustration as he drummed his fingers on his chest plate.
“The other leg?”
“Yes,” said Ektus, sighing and lifting the second leg. Again, the Sangheili was squeezing his legs, massaging them.
“If I may-“
“Shush. I know how to fix this conundrum,” answered Ektus, waving his head to make the screen approach.
A few touch-ups, and here he was ready to send a message he had recorded.
“To any commander assigned to the scrapyards on the eastern fringe, medical gear recovery shall be your highest priority as per my orders,” said Ektus. Cutting the feed, and yet, getting ready while taping a message.
“I guess that’s what you were about to suggest, pet?”
“We have lost many ships, but indeed, their equipment can be recovered,” nodded Half-Jaw, his body hard-pressed against Ektus’ leg, squeezing it. “Do you have another idea?”
“Indeed.”
Under Ektus’ fingers, the message was written in clear. Increase the protein dosage in the soldiers’ rations, reduce the hormonal lacing to keep their heat under control, and prescribe a few hormonal enhancers to anyone who’d been deemed fit.
A proposal he presented to Half-Jaw, who read it, and frowned a second while standing up and going back to stand beside the commander.
“What is this, sir?”
“An unusual solution, but we, Jiralhanaes, can provide it. Your kind shall survive despite their falling world. Even if they must change their diet?”
“Sir?”
Ektus smiled, pulling down his pants even a little to show his erection slightly protruding from his sheath as well as his hairy testicles. A vision that made Half-Jaw tense and salivate all the same, his eyes focused on the red penis ascending upward.
A cock whose tip was already covered with precum, but whose latest blob of precum was practically white. Musky. Steaming. Much like in the video.
A smell that permeated the room and made the Sangheili’s nostrils dilate.
“May I?”
“Sure. You are proving my point,” answered Ektus with a dismissive hand. The Sangheili practically pounced on the dripping cock to swallow and satisfy his appetite. His half-mandible was on the way to have his mouth filled, but Half-Jaw had an excellent throat and a talent in… Swallowing.
Even if some fluid dripped down his mouth onto the Brute’s groin, it did not matter much while Ektus returned to the previous recording.
“We’ll keep them bound in their prisons. And fed on your favorite meal. It will prime them for their indoctrination.”