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Thel ‘Vadam’s Other Fate

Traitor to the Covenant and now pet

Thel ’Vadam raised his eyes, daring to face the crowd of screaming Unggoys and Kig-Yars. The Jiralhanaes were far more complaisant than the diminutive aliens… But their brutish smile betrayed an obsequiousness and a desire for more.

Only his people seemed to act with the dignity of such a situation required, their hands on their blades, their armors polished. And then, his eyes drifted far above, to High-Charity, to the light coming from the Dreadnought at the center and the blinding sun above.

He sighed, his four mandibles stretching before a yank on his shoulder, and a powerful grip enjoined him to lower his eyes.

He had done everything he had been asked and yet…

As the arms grabbed him and his wrists were locked by the hard-light cuffs, he offered Tartarus a stern glare. Tartarus. The leader of the Jiralhanae had always been a sycophant. His gleeful attitude in that instant was only met with his ugliness as he turned away from Thel ’Vadam to glance at the numerous rings of soldiers wanting to see the executions.

Then, with that disdain and a grin, he chuckled: “Drawn quite a crowd.”

“If they came to hear me beg, they will be disappointed,” replied Thel ’vadam, stiff.

He heard the question from Tartarus, the insulting tone. No. He was sure. He wouldn’t beg, not because of his pride. But because he was right. Because he had been right in his orders, following what the Prophets had asked of him.

The protection of the Halo, the attempts to undertake the Great Journey. For once, the winds of Halo would have taken them… And yet.

Yet, Thel ’Vadam gritted his mandibles together, tensing them as he felt the slight tremor of energy rushing through his shield.

He looked to his right, before the buzzing grew, and what was a short delivery became a sudden shock coursing through his every nerve. One by one, they flared with a pain everlasting and all-encompassing compared to the wounds he’d gotten.

They flared with a fire that was in his flesh but only in his mind. They flared with a suffering that pried his mandibles open as he cried in agony.

He roared with the fury and rage of someone enduring a poison that seeped into his guts while his armor’s systems sizzled from the energy output.

He cried to Death, shouting for his honor as he couldn’t even look in any direction. His pupils were contracted from the pain. The everlasting light from High-Charity’s systems was far too blinding as he heard the pops of the microcomputers and capacitors frying one by one.

His golden armor, significant to his rank, was made to endure more brutality and shocks than any other armor from the lower ranks. But even they couldn’t endure the poisonous pain as they were hooked to the grid.

With the distant cheers, even the clamors of a few of his own, Thel ‘Vadam endured. His pupils rolled, his heartbeats skyrocketed, the pain made his every limb twitch. But then…

The shield broke, its shimmering presence erased as arc coils danced on the golden plates, etching their paths while the metal lost its garish color. A dull brown replaced his title before the cuffs were unhooked, and Thel ‘Vadam’s head dropped in pain and frustration.

Frustration because everything was far from done, not as he watched the Jiralhanaes chuckling. It was obvious they’d bet on his reaction.

“You lasted longer than the last,” said Tartarus, visibly chuffed.

“I can… Endure more.”

He even spit on the Jiralhanae’s feet before one hand collected him in the face.

Thel ’Vadam’s eyes twitched weakly, and his ears buzzed. He saw Tartarus speak, deliver one of his sycophantic speeches while the Prophets were certain to observe. No, while High-Charity was definitely observing the ‘failure’ he’d been despite his loyalty.

Whatever it was, Thel ‘Vadam cared little for the lies.

But he cared when his pride was grabbed by those brutes. He’d… Worn his armor for years, worn it with the pride associated of someone recognized for his rank and devotion.

He’d polished it, cared for it, to the point he almost did the maintenance himself.

Yet, his hearts sank as he heard the crunch of the plates being grabbed and ripped from the frame, with chunks flying through the air.

“Have… Some respect!” he shouted, his voice hoarse.

He roared, but he only earned a chuckle when another brute reached for his right wrist. With the savagery of a feral beast, the Brute’s fingers closed on the bracers and ripped them. Chunks flew, some planted in Thel ‘Vadam’s arm and drew his purple blood.

But they were not done, not as the metal frames, so carefully polished… Were thrown to the crowd like gifts or offerings.

The Unggoys were among the first to jump to intercept the metal while the Jiralhanaes were laughing at it, their roars reaching through Thel ‘Vadam’s ringing ears.

But it wasn’t over. The cameras were deliberately pointed at the spots where the armor was stripped, revealing the thin under armor that was also shredded, to reveal the dark purple scales underneath.

The awe and the cheers were poison to Thel ‘Vadam’s pride and ego. To his honor, as the fingers began to dance on his scales, pushing against it in a movement that could have been sensual. If Jiralhanae and sensual could be together.

Alas, it was an insult… A growing insult when the chest plate was ripped to reveal his pectorals. Then, his belly plate, then the metal on his thighs and legs. No… They were purposefully moving by avoiding Thel ‘Vadam’s groin, leaving the last part for last.

A spot that made most Sangheili look away… And the Jiralhanae give Thel ‘Vadam with the utmost attention as Tartarus spoke, his voice almost faint.

“You are offering us the best show,” he said, his voice almost sultry. Almost as he ripped the codpiece away, revealing the thin pink slit amidst the scales.

One Tartarus stroked, licking his lips before he stepped away to let Thel ‘Vadam simmer.

Simmer in spit. And agony when Tartarus lifted the hefty branding iron.

Looking at it was painful. But its touch? The flesh sizzled under it. The pain Thel ’Vadam had experienced throughout his body was amplified here. Exacerbated and engulfing him.

A devouring fire. Devouring him and the flesh, leaving nothing behind.

For a second, his mind became keenly aware of how weakened he was. His hearts were beating to the point of almost bursting in his chest. His muscles were twitching so much that they were ripping apart. And his lungs, his lungs were empty.

He … Needed to breathe. To rest. To close itself. As the burn swallowed his chest whole and left him to fall into the night. Into the abyss.

Or…So it would have been before something stabbed Thel ’Vadam’s neck.

The intense pain was enough to make him stir, but the cocktail of amphetamines definitely jolted him awake. His pupils dilated and then constricted as he adjusted to the blinding light around him. To the flash of energy as he pulled on his cuffs.

His body cried out in pain, but that pain was dulled by the sensation of warmth starting from the pin-pricked neck down his chest, seared, and along his belly. His legs.

He yanked on his arms, his articulations snapping from the sudden abuse they endured.

Breathing was hard.

Not because he couldn’t breathe or was overwhelmed. No, it felt like breathing was never enough; it wasn’t enough as his mandibles opened and his tongue lolled out.

Purple saliva dripped from his tongue, while his eyes focused on Tartarus’ hand approaching, picking up his chin and lifting it. So they could be eye-to-eye.

“What is this? What have you… Done to me?” asked Thel ’Vadam, his eyes closing.

“Had to make it a show,” said Tartarus as his hand descended, approaching the burning scar, the throbbing flesh, the bubbling inflammation under the scales of the brand.

Then down, down Thel ’Vadam’s abdominal waist, touching and stroking the sensitive scales there. The touch was far from delicate, but it made Thel ’Vadam’s brain roar with pleasure… It made him tense and squeeze his thighs while his mind was feeling it.

The excitement. The lust. The desperation as he could peer at the thin and discreet opening between his lips. He could observe the thin line of flesh that was opening, revealing the purple depths… And the dark purple cocktip that was peeking from between.

“An execution is too kind, Sangheili. I have to make it something far more pleasant,” said Tartarus, leaning to kiss the top of Thel ’Vadam’s head.

An insult, obviously. And Thel ’Vadam tried to shake that mouth off, but he couldn’t shake his body away from Tartarus. Not enough to stop the digits from creeping over his groin and then onto his shaft that was steadily ascending.

Without any arching, it was an adequate shape, with a thin tip and a girth that increased until the slit itself looked full despite its size.

Moreover, the bumps along the underside and the coiling muscles made it perfect for the Sangheili to control his erection and move it.

Yet, not enough.

Not enough, as Tartarus’ calloused fingers, with those pads covered with hard keratin, pressed against his penis and gave it a firm squeeze. It was akin to a death grip, so sudden and powerful to Thel ’Vadam’s mind.

He roared, opening his mouth and craning his neck while his shoulders bulged from the sudden touch… From. The first stroke over the thinner half of that organ.

“Cease this heresy! Tartarus!” roared Thel ’Vadam, his voice ragged.

“Heresy? But the Prophets approve this. All of them. We need to put on a show for them,” replied the Jiralhanae leader with a toothy grin.

A disgusting grin followed by another kiss on Thel ’Vadam, who felt that grip shift and the pressure on the shaft slide over the length. It was constant stroking, from end to end. But rather, Tartarus was focusing on parts of the Sangheili’s anatomy, going from the oversensitive tip to the dull base.

Worse… The sensation was growing on Thel 'Vadam as his mandibles relaxed whenever he wasn’t focusing on them. They opened, releasing his tongue that would dangle over his chin to release that saliva over his chest while… Tartarus continued to play with his cock.

Steadily, that constant abuse was riling the Sangheili.

His breath, already quick, was intense and heavy. His chest inflated with each breath while his slit oozed the same purple preseminal fluid all over his groin and thighs in a messy way.

His internal testicles were aching for a release, his prostate contracting in preparation while fluids spurted from the cocktip.

That orgasm… It was drawing near, so near… So close, the Sangheili was fighting against it by clenching his eyelids. He hated it. He refused it. He had his pride, and-

It was gone.

He gasped, his eyes opening wide when, after the need not to come, came the craving for more. Much more as he looked around, he looked at the crowd, fighting to get a better look at him. Sangheili among them as if they were not degrading themselves in doing so.

Then, he felt that calloused hand come to grope his ass, pinching it, lifting the shapely and muscular right buttock while the Sangheili huffed.

Huffed and moaned when he was pinched there. It should have hurt, but instead… His body was so much more sensitive, and his pain tolerance had shifted to an appreciation.

A lust that skyrocketed when Tartarus’ wide hand smacked his posterior with enough strength to rock the Sangheili… And for his elongated dick to spray precum on the ground.

“What a shame you are to the Covenant. A slut, through and through, atop of a Heretic. Have you no honor?” asked Tartarus, evidently repeating words he’d been told to say.

“I… Will not… Bend for you, Brute,” spat Thel 'Vadam, figuratively and literally.

But his spit only landed at the Jiralhanae’s feet. A spit Tartarus ignored as his fingers drew closer to Thel 'Vadam’s posterior, prying on those buttcheeks to reveal the asshole in between… The tight virgin entrance he had given to no one.

A virgin entrance that was not only exposed but recorded, visible on most screens surrounding Thel 'Vadam and positioned amidst the crowd. Many Kig-Yar cackled in approbation.

The Sangheili? A few looked away, unwilling to witness as Thel 'Vadam was ruined and publicly used… But more and more were eager. Humiliating themselves.

“Do your worst,” huffed the Sangheili, his mandibles moving sluggishly.

“Gladly,” replied Tartarus, his answer direct. Much like the penetration when his fingers closed on the tight sphincter and forced through it. As he forced the muscles open and wiggled inside, with a girth and a width that made many an Alien hiss and huff in commiserating pain.

Thel 'Vadam? He shuddered, his head hung low while the pain took his body… And the odd, impossible pleasure that came from that penetration.

He was a virgin, unused to such penetration. But his cock throbbed with such intensity. Something within him buzzed as that orifice, unused, was stretched to the limit. Was stretched to the point it seemed impossible. And… Thel ‘Vadam’s mandibles opened wide as he roared.

Such… Orgasm. Such… Sensation. Such… Abuse. Thel ‘Vadam’s hung low just as soon, the shame displayed on his features as he hissed and closed his eyes. Why did it have to feel so good? To be stretched, teased, titillated. To be… Violated.

“You are definitely not a virgin,” chuckled Tartarus, nagging the Sangheili.

The crowd’s uproar was of no help. Neither was the sight of Tartarus' own cock, with the tight foreskin clinging to the bulging and oversized glans. That cock was easily as big as a Sangheili’s, if not bigger. If not much bigger to the point of often hiding Thel 'Vadam’s asshole from the camera… Occulting it by that throbbing length that was rubbed and applied against the rim, prodding it amidst the fingers pulling and tugging on the wrinkled entrance.

Each time it touched and prodded, Thel 'Vadam would gasp and open his eyes wider. He would see the ashamed Sangheili Guards who dared not face him, not to face that ‘execution’ of someone’s pride. They would not dare to do so to someone who’d fought with them.

Instead, they looked ashamed, and in return, that opprobrium hit Thel 'Vadam’s ego.

His pride as his mouth closed. Then, Tartarus blew in his earhole.

“See? Your pathetic kind doesn’t even face what awaits them. Do not worry… We plan to use them, too. That’s what the Prophet desires,” whispered Tartarus.

“Wh-“

Thel 'Vadam tried to reply, to turn his head, to face that bastard. Instead, he froze and gasped. Much like a fish out of water, out of his depths, he was gasping. Gargling. Almost coughing while his eyes would have bulged out of their sockets if possible.

Even his neck craned as he sensed that cocktip penetrating him, slipping within his depths and stealing gasps after gasps. He couldn’t breathe.

Whenever he tried to inhale, Thel 'Vadam would cough up… And his lungs burned.

So did his rim, so did his asshole as that monster of a mast spread it. By that enormous cock that pushed deeper and released… Warmth. Heat. A pleasant touch.

“See? Not so bad,” said Tartarus, offering the Sangheili his fingers, the one that had been fingering Thel 'Vadam’s hole.

Despite his outrage, the smell of ass, or his disgust… Thel 'Vadam still sucked on those fingers with his mandibles closing on them, but not with his serrated teeth sinking in.

He couldn’t bite. He couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t do anything as he bent forward, the cuffs allowing it, while his body was taken by the pain and the pleasure from the penetration.

As his cock was hard and harder under Tartarus’ grip, under the firm squeeze he gave before rocking his hips and the Sangheili’s alongside them.

“You are a slut. A worthless slut who betrayed our faith with your failure. But there will be a better purpose for you,” said Tartarus, grinning as almost the entirety of High-Charity could witness Thel 'Vadam’s asshole being penetrated.

Even his taint bulged from below due to the penetration as Tartarus sank deeper within, and then his cock ascended. It pushed against the Sangheili’s guts, crushed them, crushed even his prostate while his cock was grabbed and stroked again, much to his vocal displeasure.

He groaned, he huffed… But his cock was hard, dripping, and recorded, too.

He could not deny, even his testicles were aching for a release under Tartarus’ touch.

“Stop… Stop this,” moaned Thel 'Vadam, his voice so hoarse, so low.

But the Jiralhanae wouldn’t give him such peace and release. No, instead, as the cock was pressed deeper, as the flesh sank until the testicles met with the taint… Everyone beheld Thel 'Vadam’s bulging belly and then his cock pressing against his bloated scales.

Nobody could ignore it. Or the Sangheili’s dripping mouth when that cock rocked his body.

“St-Stop,” moaned the former Supreme Commander, his plea falling silent.

And in derision, when the camera shifted from Thel 'Vadam’s bulging guts to his entirety.

A direct subordinate of Tartarus approached, as seen by the color of his armor. Once near, he stripped off his mere loincloth and then pried apart the fur covering his genitals.

And though Tartarus was the biggest, it was obvious most Jiralhanae were well-endowed.

So well endowed, it took only one cock to force the mandibles apart and for that length to tease Thel 'Vadam’s tongue.

The taste of rancid sweat and precum was horrendous to his mind. A flavor that was all the more intense as the foreskin was peeled back. But… The pleasure. The pleasure remained, frying his thoughts and corrupting them as that length was ushered within.

Each inch within was more pleasure applied to his mind and thought. Each inch was a tickling sensation going up the Sangheili’s brain, rewriting his desires until there was that craving.

Thel 'Vadam could rationalize it was the drugs as he swallowed the length until his throat bulged from the obscene organ. He could rationalize that it wasn’t him.

However, High-Charity witnessed something much different as he was guzzling down that which offered precum, had his purple tongue dancing upon the wrinkled and veiny length… Or had his mandibles spread open in a pathetic display of submission.

Or as his cock, hard, released a whitish shot on the ground, much to Tartarus’ exaltation.

Or as his belly, bulging from Tartarus’ organ, was constantly shaking from the Alien’s cock pumping within him.

He could be a good servant to the Covenant. He could have followed every word of the Creed and interpreted the words of the Prophets to perfection.

Yet, in public, he was nothing but a cock-addicted Whore whose throat bulged while he gargled. One who moaned when the Jiralhanae inside his mouth huffed and then had his scrotum tense up.

In that moment, all that sticky, dense, steamy, and iodine cum was pumped inside his throat, and the Sangheili had to swallow it while clenching his eyes shut. He gurgled it, with his Adam’s apple bobbing before the Jiralhanae pulled back, allowing that cum to flow freely and hit the Sangheili’s muzzle.

“You… Despicable heretics!” cried Thel 'Vadam, his voice weak and affected by the penetration. But his recrimination was met by an uproar, a laugh, by the crowd’s disapproval.

“Heretics? It is you who failed the Prophets!” laughed Tartarus, delivering a hefty smack inside the Sangheili’s ass.

One smack powerful enough to make Thel 'Vadam cry and crane his neck again, offering it to the neck injector that was pressed against it, delivering its lustful poison.

Again, the fire was within Thel 'Vadam’s veins. Again, his pupils dilated, and his mouth salivated. Salivated while his cock, against his will, shot again.

But the pleasure. That pleasure was far too intense, far too brutal on his mind.

And all too fitting. He was to endure when another Jiralhanae, wearing an armor of a similar nature to the precedent, stripped in front of the Sangheili.

By then, the Sangheili Guards had stepped further while the Kig-Yars approached and were… Taking bets? Or cackling at him, mocking his failure.

But he wasn’t a failure, he thought. He’d done everything to prove himself.

And yet, Thel 'Vadam… Thel 'Vadam was again choking on a Jiralhanae’s cock, feeling that length slipping even further than before while his breathing was reduced to a trickle.

Meanwhile, Tartarus was still actively pummeling his ass, bruising the scales and the flesh within on that posterior and that taint.

His testicles, the size of apples, hit the Sangheili’s thighs and taint; his hips crushed the Sangheili’s posterior.

And… The Sangheili’s rocking body followed the echoing hit.

A momentum the Jiralhanae in the Sangheili’s mouth took advantage of by opposing his own, by smacking Thel 'Vadam’s nose and face against the fuzzy groin. The testicles hit the mandibles and bruised them, making the movements more difficult and painful by the second while Thel 'Vadam’s eyes closed.

He was abused, taken… Fucked… And when came the second orgasm, hitting his mouth, making him swallow a chunk of sticky cum, one that was even shot over his face… he heard the ovation.

They cried. The crowd cried while he coughed up the liquid, trying to speak.

“Stop… using that dru-“ he attempted to shout. To protect his honor. But another Soldier.

Another soldier had stripped and revealed his genitals; their girth more impressive than the others but stubbier. And that cock was pressed inside Thel 'Vadam’s mouth before he could finish his sentence, making him gargle and choke on it while the crowd roared.

“You cannot fight, Heretic. We will break you. And make you understand how much of a failure you are!” laughed Tartarus, delivering a hefty smack on Thel 'Vadam’s ass before he grabbed those hips.

He ignored Thel 'Vadam’s shooting cock now, ignored how much that organ spewed.

No, within that moment, Tartarus’ calloused fingers locked on the hips, and with the primal attitude he wielded… Tartarus bred Thel 'Vadam’s asshole.

Not carefully, not gently. No. He brutalized that posterior and roaring with delight as his hips moved with a crescendo of movement.

As his hips smacked so loudly, the sweat sticking to that ass splashed over the Jiralhanae’s body and belly, splashed over those legs while Tartarus grinned… And pinched the scales. And delivered another smack on the muscular posterior.

“You were unworthy of service! You were unworthy of purpose!” roared Tartarus, delivering five smacks. And each time, the soaring pain made the Sangheili’s asshole clench and close onto that cock.

It closed, sucked, and squeezed that organ much to Tartarus’s deviant pleasure as he grinned to the crowd, who, far from being disgusted, cheered for him.

“Do you hear that? It’s their hatred for you and your people! Failures!” said Tartarus, not expecting any answer as Thel 'Vadam was again coughing up another cumshot.

“I… Will take- Hgn!”

Again, another Soldier. Another devious sound of a throat clenching around a length and gag reflexes that were ignored.

Again, the sound of suction from a tight throat around a massive organ that only a few species could take in the galaxy. And certainly the Sangheili.

But none could know… None could be aware of it… But Tartarus licked his lips as he delivered another smack on the Sangheili’s posterior.

“Tighter! Embrace your duty as a whore! I have not cum, yet! And you hoard all the pleasure!”

A remark met with hysterical laughter, and was confirmed by the Sangheili’s own shot, forming a puddle on the ground between his legs. A growing puddle as he came again… And again, milked of his pride and honor, though a small injection always helped to push him further.

Tartarus didn’t have to sniff or watch to notice them, no. As Thel 'Vadam came, his asshole clenching and tensing… The inner walls released the utmost massage on that cock.

And soon… As Thel 'Vadam’s eyes rolled and his voice broke down into a concert of moans when free… Tartarus’ movements turned into a frenzy.

The testicles smacked against the taint faster, and the hits against the posterior were stronger. And even the Jiralahanae’s breath was steadily louder than Thel 'Vadam’s.

It was at that apex, at that moment, the Jiralhanae plunged his cock deep within… And his body shuddered.

Thel 'Vadam’s body shuddered, too. Feeling the throb within, the clenched ballsack… And then, felt that burning hot liquid being pumped within his depths. It was odd, alien, eerie for someone unused. But Thel 'Vadam moaned while his asshole was getting filled, pumped, stuffed. He heard the rumbling from Tartarus, felt that tongue licking his earhole.

For a moment that stretched far too long, Tartarus was locked within the Sangheili… Before he pulled out, slowly. Steadily… Until that length popped free and a torrent of cum followed.

Meanwhile, Thel 'Vadam was still choking on that cock, though he felt the tap on his posterior. And then… Another pair of hands on his posterior. Another cock, someone that wasn’t Tartarus, prodded his entrance. And… With a cheerful applause from the crowd… Someone else was inside Thel 'Vadam.

And another inside his mouth. And another. And another.

Thel 'Vadam had hoped it would end with Tartarus’ pleasure. It would end with that old Jiralhanae being done and then dragging him to the Prophets. But no… Tartarus was but the beginning.

And again… Someone prickled Thel 'Vadam’s neck, making him drown. In pleasure.

-

When Thel 'Vadam woke up, he found himself with a powerful throbbing headache shaking his mind and thoughts. His lips were parched, and his stomach growled. His limbs, all of them, were sore. And his hands… He could see the scars where the cuffs had been.

The purple light from the standard ships was blinding, searing to his eyes…

And slowly, Thel 'Vadam stirred, enduring the pain of the joint as he crawled on the cold metal floor only to be yanked back.

Something dug into his neck, and the Sangheili gargled, choked by the metal as he stumbled forward in a pathetic display. In a pathetic white puddle.

The shock had made his muscles clench, and a dull pain in his back shot through him as he rubbed his temple and saw it. The brand on his chest healed. The collar he wore. And then… The puddle of cum, coming directly from his… Posterior, he prodded and touched, only to feel the throbbing and painful rim. Yet, gaping and almost sucking on the fingers before he yanked them out.

“I should be…” spoke Thel 'Vadam, realizing the situation as he looked at the quarters around. Then, at the hard light chain locking him to a standard bed for a high-ranking officer.

It wasn’t a dream. He had been definitely humiliated by Tartarus and his ilk. He’d been reduced to a fuck toy. And worse, the Sangheili was feeling cold as he sat down and closed his eyes.

“I should be dead.”

“Yet, you are not,” replied a voice, followed by the faint hydraulics of a door closing.

Familiar, perverse, suffused with lust and disdain.

Thel 'Vadam opened his eyes to see Tartarus approaching with a swagger, rather proud of himself. And he had been stripped of his armor, leaving his genitals dangling freely.

“You should thank me, slave,” said Tartarus, flashing a smile.

“Thank you? For… Abusing me? Ruining my name?” Spat Thel 'Vadam.

“For sparing you. The Prophets planned your death. But I convinced them that it would be a just reward for keeping you with me. Secretly.”

“Keeping you? As a Slave? Do you have any honor?” roared Thel 'Vadam, back on his feet. Despite the pain that soared through and the soreness, he was ready to stand against the perverted Jiralhanae. To come to blows, if necessary.

But Tartarus chuckled, approaching and coming closer. Until they were chest to chest.

Each step made Thel 'Vadam step back, cornered against the bed.

“Hit me, I dare you,” said Tartarus in a sultry whisper.

An insulting whisper that brought Thel 'Vadam to roar, to rage, to close his fist in an attempt to hit Tartarus’ head. But he was stopped, his wrist held.

But not only. As Tartarus’ hand locked on his, the other pulled something and planted it inside the Sangheili’s neck.

Instantly, Thel 'Vadam’s nostrils dilated. His pupils dilated. And a moan escaped him as he shuddered. All the pain and soreness he experienced vanished, replaced by a voluptuous embrace as the Jiralhanae grabbed the former Supreme Commander and guided his head into a kiss. A purposeful, forceful kiss with the Jiralhanae’s tongue pushing against Thel 'Vadam.

For a moment, lubricious and absurd, Thel 'Vadam remained still. Then, as he was let go… His tongue lolled and his… Slit opened onto his cock that was already dripping and needy… And aching… And begging for attention.

“What is… That?” he gargled, reaching for his neck while his legs trembled.

“A cocktail of drugs I was given to keep you prepared and ready for what’s to come, Sangheili,” cooed Tartarus, approaching and gripping Thel 'Vadam before throwing him on the bed.

Tartarus was not a gentle partner. If Thel ‘Vadam tried to kick his feet, it mattered little as his ankles were pulled and his thighs pried.

As his asshole, still burning and now aching, was forced open. The sphincter clenched and opened, following those old reflexes from the flesh before Tartarus’ mouth came down to offer it a lick. A kiss. A suction before Thel ‘Vadam felt that orgasm hit him with such strength, his limbs locked.

He blanked, unable to resist when Tartarus’ cock was inside him, like a spear.

He was raped, degraded, abused. But Thel ‘Vadam couldn’t say he was not enjoying it.

No… He smiled, his lips licked, and his earholes blown into. Tears rolled down his face as his tongue lolled out. Saliva dripped, impossible to swallow, as each hit from Tartarus was etching another abuse onto Thel ‘Vadam’s ego.

Another abuse as Tartarus bruised, hit, smacked… And then left Thel ‘Vadam battered, hurt, aching… And alone in that bed.

Which was the start of a long, excruciating night.

After the pleasure and the abuse, the raw sex… Thel ‘Vadam was left to lick his wounds while his body felt colder and aching. The drugs that had granted him bliss a moment before were now ravaging his mind with a craving for nothing he could find.

Even as he tottered across the bedroom, searching, he couldn’t find anything close to an injector. Nothing that could be his bliss until he crawled and curled up in that bed.

A night. And then, a morning. A return, with Tartarus shaking that injector and a collar.

“I refuse!” shouted Thel ‘Vadam, only to be grabbed and yanked by the arm like a whore. Brutalized, Tartarus attached him with magnetic cuffs before his cock was again to tell Thel ‘Vadam.

And only then, the Sangheili understood how blessed he’d been to have been taken while under the drugs. Without preparation, without the numbing warmth… It was excruciating.

His asshole burned, his guts screamed in agony. He screamed in agony until he went mute.

It didn’t stop, however, for Tartarus as he continued to take the Sangheili until he passed out and woke up once more on the bed, shivering, aching, and feeling hungry above all else.

A hunger he endured until he saw the collar and the pet bowl… Until he saw the Injector and Tartarus’ glinting smile.

On that day, Thel ‘Vadam ate from the floor, swallowing Tartarus’ heavy cumshots that were aimed at the bowl and then at him. He ate… Something that was not meat but fluids. But cum.

Only then was he given the injection.

The fire he’d been used to feel during the abuse felt like a cot wrapped around his body, turning everything more pleasant. More adequate, enough for him not to resist the Jiralhanae’s kiss… Or the disrespectful spitting in his mouth.

Or the urine that followed when he was marked… Or the raw fingering and fisting, or the cock itself that was once more nestled within his asshole, making him feel full.

Thel ‘Vadam wished he had the willpower to resist it, to fight Tartarus.

But after each night, he would see that injector, and his body shuddered in anticipation. His cock would rise, and his lips wouldn’t resist the powerful kiss. Layer after layer, his pride was removed.

And he was loving it. Loved huffing Tartarus’ pits while high. Loved sucking his cock under the desk while he worked. Loved swallowing another mouthful of cum and sighing.

Then, there was the shift.

Tartarus, satisfied all along from abusing, Thel ‘Vadam wanted more. More from the hissing and pouty attitude from the Sangheili each morning.

And… On that day, Thel ‘Vadam got no injection while he spent all the days being fingered, pushed to the edge through the pain and the massage, only to be stripped of his orgasm.

Only for his cock to burn and ache, but never to release any cumshot despite his moans.

That day marked the first training.

The moment when their ties changed from a prisoner to his torturer, but to a master and his pet. A corrupting tie that grew as the Sangheili was offered each day the collar, the bowl… And then the helmet.

It was a helmet fashioned like the one he used to wear before, but its color was bright blank with insults written all over it: ‘Failure’, ‘Broken’, ‘Sangheili shall submit’.

An insult to every soldier Sangheili who’d died for the Covenant. But Thel ‘Vadam wore the helmet and couldn’t remove it.

Followed then the constant whispers inside his earholes, the sensation of something pin-pricking Thel ‘Vadam’s neck whenever he didn’t heed them or Tartarus’ words.

Even at night, he heard those words he couldn’t make out, but they remained a background noise in his routine, settled by Tartarus.

A routine composed of him submitting to Tartarus in the way he desired: collar, bowl, injector. And sometimes, it would be something new. A human crop, dildos, plugs to wear, a harness, pegs to pinch the Sangheili’s nipples, and then more toys that were so primal.

At first, Thel ‘Vadam had a distaste for them.

But as the nights were endlessly growing colder, he found solace in their presence. In the pain they brought when inside him or pinching his body.

In the bruises that covered his body… In the many scars starting to appear and ache over his scales. He found pleasure in fingering himself silly.

He found respite in cumming until his testicles ached for days.

He found joy… As he watched Tartarus and heard the word ‘Submit’ from the Helmet.

It was a slope, slippery and leading down to an abyss of pleasure and degradation.

But Thel ‘Vadam was following it, descending it as he learned to bend the knees, to act, to follow implicit orders without Tartarus asking for anything.

If Tartarus sat at his desk, Thel ‘Vadam had to go underneath.

If he went on the bed, Thel ‘Vadam would impale his plushy ass on that cock.

If he offered a toy, the Sangheili would be ready to use or wear it.

The world outside had vanished.

To them, Thel ‘Vadam was dead, and there was nothing to be done. Even his name was starting to fade, replaced by the modicum nickname of ‘Pet’.

A name that became to echo in the constant whispers, teasing Thel ‘Vadam’s mind until the mere whisper from Tartarus made his cock ache and his asshole burn.

Still, he saw… He read about the Sangheili’s submission on Tartarus’ screen.

And on a fateful day. Tartarus presented him a recording.

Sanghelios was destroyed, and his people put in snares. A video that was heavy in cruelty, with the abuse the Sangheili endured, down right to the rape they were taking from the Jiralhanaes impaling them on their girthy cocks.

And for a moment, Pet thought… But only came a craving. He had not been taken those last days and then. There was a craving followed by a sentence: “I envy them.”

Tartarus’s smile was never as intense as on that moment when he dragged Pet back onto the bed. Their tongues coiled in a slobbery kiss.

Meanwhile, Tartarus’s cock plunged deeper within Pet. That cock, so immense and raw, made the Sangheili’s mind shiver and tremble from the abuse… Right as his swollen and trained prostate was lovingly teased.

For a moment, there was nothing on those traits but an expression of sheer pleasure and joy, even as Tartarus pulled his mouth back to spit into that wide-open mouth.

No fight. No opposition. Not even a snarl as the Sangheili swallowed his saliva and moaned.

“Jealous?”

Tartarus smiled, reaching for another vial and the injector, grabbing them both and caressing the neck covered with small puncture marks. More than a hundred. Many were old, but the majority were recent. As he pressed the metal spike against the neck, while the Sangheili smiled with anticipation.

His eyes were half-closed, his neck craned as he desperately needed that shot to feel warm.

But… Tartarus smiled, his grip on the injector and the vial hardening as he crushed them both in his palms. The crack was audible… And so followed the Sangheili’s loud cry of fear and horror, before Tartarus used his other hand to gag that mouth, inserting four fingers inside.

“Shhhh,” said the Jiralhanae, his voice low. “You do not want to anger your Master.”

The Sangheili’s eyes went to the Jiralhanae, but he nodded slowly while the fingers were peeled away.

“Good. Because Master won’t waste drugs anymore on you. The sole thing you need is this,” said Tartarus as he gripped the Sangheili’s sides and… Thrust within it.

Those mandibles opened, the tongue lolling out while Pet’s eyes rolled in their sockets. As Tartarus’s hands closed on his neck, choking him while delight overtook Pet’s mind.

“Good. That’s your future, worthless Sangheili. Ride my cock… And then, I’ll feed you. Until the end of your days,” said Tartarus as Pet bounced on that lap… Gargling. Choking. And yet smiled as he desired it and nothing more.

To be a perfect Pet for Master.