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Fuzzy-Logic part 5: The Storm

By: Beefy the Bull

The Growing Storm

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M/M, Bull, Human, Minotaur, Bovine, War, Space, Combat, Shower, Master/slave, Anal, Bondage, Crilst, Amphibian, Whipping, Forced, N/C, Alcohol, Spanking, Corporal Punishment, Domination/Submission.

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-Previously-

"If the Commander was called to war counsel it mean there is ether an eminent threat or a plan of action, and they need to come into agreement and prepare for war."

"Combat-Alert- Battle stations! Secure for combat!" the Comms officer announced.

"We have received Priority re-direct from High Fleet-command, orders are to make the fastest possible speed to P7-0023-11 and support the defenders in actions against the Crilst Assault of that system." the Comms officer read off the orders from his screen...

The Crilst knew better than to assault us, something was not right here. They just didn't have the strength to attack and succeed, and they weren't stupid. Arrogant and full of bravado? Yes. Stupid? No. What was it that made them so bold now? What secret did they have?

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-Jason-

We prepared the ship for the final jump into the planets system, all the turrets were extended and weapons' safeties were removed. Outer torpedo and missile tube doors were opened, and shield units energized. Salvos of torpedoes and anti-ship missiles were prepared and loaded, I expected the Commander to launch a salvo of both types very shortly after arriving.

The Commander entered deck, and somehow I hadn't noticed until now, but he was nude (Save a gun belt for the pistol on his hip and a war axe in a scabbard on his back). His pelt was clean and glossed, and he strode to the control dais with purpose and calm. I still was a bit shocked by his nudity, it seemed odd to me, but still very Tau like. His expression was one of stern and disciplined concentration as he glanced coolly over his bridge.

He tapped a holographic control then addressed his ship on broadcast:

"The Crilst scum are assaulting our honor on more than ten planets, as of right now their fleets have made assaults on a wide front of the truce-borders. Our orders are to freeze the Crilst assault in place, and to not give a hoof's space to the invaders- and we will fight to the last drop of blood if necessary." he paused and let that be understood. "We will be making a combat jump to the colony of Urmanz, and will assist the defenders in repelling the assault or die trying. Honor to the Empire and Alliance!" and with that he terminated the transmission. A cry spontaneously rose up from the crew:

"Honor to the empire!" many a bull shouted in unison as the tension aboard the ship thickened.

There was a noticeable musk in the air- the smell of males that were pumped up and eager to fight.

The Commander ordered battle stations and as an automated synthetic version of my voice made the announcement, all crew members readied themselves for combat, all security and blast doors were sealed, and guards were placed at key points throughout the ship in case we were boarded. The ship's (My?) interceptor drones were readied in the bays and the assault transport was loaded with additional Tau warriors we picked up from Xilla. A ship assault team, geared up in vacuum protected suits was ordered to wait in the landing lock should we find the opportunity to latch on to an enemy ship. Our damage control teams stationed themselves at different places around the ship and readied for emergency repairs.

The communications officer was already attempting to link up with the planet's defenders command and control, and if he could, their sensors could offer pre-targeting solutions so we could launch while we arrived, as well as choose the best location to arrive. Unfortunately, all signals were jammed, and all we received was static and Crilst propaganda signals that were overpowering the colony's communications.

The ship was tense and the crew quiet and stern, many a younger bull had a gleam in his eye, a chance to kill Crilst was what many had waited for, the reason they had signed up for the armed forces. The older and experienced bulls were the wiser; they stood reserved, collected, and quietly resolute.

As the ship counted down, the engines were boosted to full power- we would be moving fast when we arrived- and the helms-bull was ready for evasive maneuvers the instant we did.

"Activate the stealth layer," the Commander ordered.

Probably best as we would be jumping in to an unknown combat zone.

- P-7-0023-11-

** ** When the rift opened, we 'arrived', instantly occupying two places in space simultaneously, until the rift closed, leaving us at our target destination. The engine speed surged as the rift drive suddenly dropped off in current power use. We went from a dark black and clear view of empty space to a huge battlefield drifting over the planet, strewn with orange-red dust and debris. The wave operator focused his instruments on making a fast scan and tagging as many targets as possible as quickly as possible- we wouldn't be still long. We were at a range from the planet and the main fight, the goal was to scope out the situation and launch an initial surprise attack.

The remains of a larger vessels burned-out in orbit and a blockade of Crilst ships and Fighter-Bombers sat in large triangular grids spaced all around the planet ready to intercept any traffic that tried to escape.

The larger ships in the fleet were bombarding ground targets as a mix of plasma bolts and kinetic shot fell to the planet's surface like fire and the impacts sending rippling shockwaves out through the atmosphere. There were at least five Crilst battle cruisers junked in orbit- the anti-orbital batteries must have got in a few good shots before they were destroyed. I thought that was pretty good for defensive actions verses a surprise attack by a Crilst fleet of this size. The computer agreed- calculations showed the favor was far in the advantage of the attackers when considering the elements of surprise, and the age of the planet's defense systems.

The sensors were still counting and confirming targets, I wouldn't know precisely until the detection and targeting systems completed the first scan, but this fleet was huge. The thing about the human mind is it can make leaps of logic and understand things intuitively. For instance- I could look at the mess floating before us in space, and understand that there was a freaking huge fleet, while the computer had to finish its cycles of cold hard calculations and come to a more exacting conclusion... like...

The first wave scan completed after what felt like an eternity of waiting, it showed over 6,000 contacts, and that didn't count anything that wasn't detected by reflection on the blind side of the planet- that confirmed what I thought: an invasion fleet far too big for such a petty backwater colony. This world was just a pit stop before they moved on to whatever their real targets were- an inner world perhaps?

The bridge was an ordered chaos, the ship was fully crewed so there were three times the officers on deck, and commands and orders were given loudly in a confusing mass of words. Many orders were given to me directly, and those were my priorities. The wave operator asked me to sort the targets packages, the weapons officer asked me to load target packages and re-calibrate the weapons for them, and the reactor control requested a study of prioritization for reactor output.

Well the reactors were overdrawn at 102% and climbing, so we needed to re-route power from other parts of the ship make up for the shortfalls. The shield units were at full power and were using massive amounts of current, but they charged very quickly, so I lowered their power levels by 13.75% until the reactors could spool up and provide the remainder.

"Go for assault plan four," the Commander said as he calmly worked his holo consol.

"Priority targets sorted!" Shouted the wave officer.

"Priority targets locked." the weapons officer called out.

"Rift ready in 10 seconds!" the rift-control officer shouted as the rift engines started a fast short-range charge.

"Fire!" the Commander bellowed.

All weapons fired, and salvo of anti-ship missiles issued from the bow, and after the initial ejection charge the missile's main engines fired and then ramped them up to hypersonic speeds over 180,000 kilometers an hour. Ten rift torpedoes were at the ready and launched, targeting priority was based on target ship's capabilities and combat value, and present vulnerabilities Vs. vulnerabilities in 10-25 seconds, when the enemies may take defensive measures and be harder to destroy.

The main targets were the three largest battleships in orbit, each supporting a large swath of the blockade- of all the contacts these were the most powerful, modern and effective of the Crilst fleet.

Two rift torpedoes were launched at each (larger classes of Crilst ships are known to have a relatively effective counter missile defense systems), and two were launched at an auxiliary carrier, most likely to be assisting in providing many of the Fighter-bombers performing the blockade, and one of each of the remaining salvo's torpedoes were launched at two of the cruisers that had been patrolling the orbit, but presently were turning towards us.

Our stealth layer had hidden our arrival fairly well, though Tau engine technology helped in that, but it was the nanite stealth layer on the skin was doing the hard work, absorbing and emitting wave-lengths and particles to help reduce and even eliminate our signatures on most sensors. But even then the stealth layer can't hide major weapons launches, or conceal our fully fired thrusters from the latest military grade sensors.

The ship's main cannon engaged the closest landing fleet, assaulting the destroyers and escorts of the landing ships and the transports that were launching them. Secondary batteries engaged the swarm of fighter bombers that were swarming towards us, currently 243 were rushing at us from all directions. Each one carried two anti ship missiles and a powerful cannon, and they were nothing to take lightly, especially in a swarm. Our interceptor-drones stayed in the launch bay, leaving now would be a pointless suicide, as we were 88% charged for the next jump.

Their missiles streaked towards us as our own torpedoes finally exited the tubes and ramped up their speeds, and their onboard miniature rift drives jumped them to within meters of the intended targets. They suddenly flashed out and simultaneously in right on top of their targets. They all impacted the most venerable places on the ship, targeting the engines and the reactors, the idea being that if it's not a kill for any reason, the ship will be slowed and crippled, and unable to give chase or flee. (If a ten meter long torpedo with five different twelve-megaton warheads and with a mass of 20-30 or so tons strikes a motionless target at speeds of over 180,000 kilometers an hour, the devastation is beyond what is needed to destroy a midsized ship, even if the warhead fails to detonate.)

Ten bright flashes indicated ten hits, and I wouldn't know if they were destroyed until the temporary sensory overload from 600 megatons of thermo-nuclear charged-pulse detonations passed, but quick estimates suggested that only 1.5 of the battleships survived and all other targets were out of the fight, either crippled with a mobility-kill or destroyed.

The Commander opened a direct channel to all Crilst forces and the planets defenders, I watched the feed live and it was a bit intimidating, the Commander -in only his shiny black pelt with his hard-on fully extended- he stepped toward the imager, his large balls still swaying he growled:

"Surrender cowards, or meet an honorable death in battle," and then severed the link.

The helms-bull turned the ship hard to port (as per the attack plan) and away from the planet, then we jumped, but landed near the far side of the planet- a simple but clever diversionary feint tactic to confuse the enemy.

Concussions rattled the ship as fragments of missiles and projectiles fired at us were destroyed by the point defense system, and the larger fragments struck the ship. We jumped away just in time, and started charging the rift drives again- it would take longer each time, as the rift drive got hot, and the capacitors became less effective, we would get longer and longer charge times, not to mention the calculations for a jump in such a increasingly cluttered environment. The computers for jump calculations (particle discovery and exploitation calculations) were massively parallel, but even then it took 20-40 seconds for a short-range jump and one or two minutes for a longer range jump. (And a long-range jump in a crowded environment would take even longer.)

The stealth layer reengaged as we jumped away, and to any but the best sensors we had just disappeared, but it wouldn't be long before the combined power of the Crilst sensors narrowed down our location by anomaly scans.

We focused our attack on crippling the mobility of as many enemy vessels as possible, the slower and less maneuverable they were the more advantage we had. The Crilst seemed to underestimate our single ship, and only focused a small part of their fleet on us, despite the heavy losses. We would change that perception! We fired salvos whenever they came available, and performed a seemingly random but carefully plotted jump pattern, it was a vital part of our strategy: staying alive by not being where they fired, and stealthily disappearing, only to arrive some place far enough away that we would have time to charge for the next jump before they could effectively find and react to us.

Crilst favored laser-based energy weapons, and that was a bit of a problem. Their weapons responded and fired quickly and accurately, and within nerve racking minutes the hits we were accumulating were starting to become serious.

It was hardly three tense jumps before sensors in my periphery suddenly redlined, and I felt a stabbing pain in my arm! It was as if I had just been stabbed! I grabbed my arm reflexively and looked at it gingerly. The computer just painted the troubled room red- Hull Breach! I felt the ships pain? Since when?

The port hall that ran along the bow to the torpedo room had a burn-through that ignited a flash fire, and now it was rapidly venting... there were three warriors inside- I couldn't detect any vital signs and several sensors were destroyed.

"Hull breach alert, Decompression alert." it was in my voice - the verbal alarm sounding on bridge- I have to admit it is a little creepy to hear your own voice when you didn't say anything.

"Commander, we have decompression in the forward port gallery!" the sergeant in charge of damage control reported.

"Take care of it!" he shouted as he looked at me with a tinge of sadness in his eyes- but in a flash sadness was replaced by anger.

"Jason! Change angle of attack to protect the breach," the Commander shouted at me as he gripped the rail of the dais tightly.

"Yes Master," my hologram replied with a bow.

I started to adjust the engines and flight controls for the helm as calculations streamed in on angles of attack and probabilities of hits. By shifting the ship slightly it would make it harder and mathematically less likely for the damaged area to be hit again- right now that spot was our weakest link, and my sore spot. It dawned on me that if the ship were to get badly damaged... that it would hurt...

Our initial successes and luck in battle soon ran out. The Crilst invasion fleet organized and redirected their efforts, and came at us with a vengeance. The attack was no longer a surprise, our rift engine was taking longer and longer to make the jumps, the stealth layer was badly damaged to the point I had turned it off because it wasn't helping any and using up massive amounts of power, and over-all ship efficiency was dropping steadily. We started to take more hits too, and that only served to degrade our effectiveness further. At the current rate of attrition, we would lose soon.

The hull rattled from an impact, then again from another. The impacts weren't too bad, all the walking surfaces were floated magnetically from the inner hull, and the inner hull was floated magnetically from the outer hull, so the worst of the shocks were dampened. But that didn't change that we were slowly accruing more and more damage, and the calculations for our attrition-loss time was too long and fuddled to be sure, but it simply could not last- we were getting pounded.

"I recommend a tactical withdraw, we can't-" I started to say to The Commander.

"No- Tau warriors do not flee- we stay and fight to the last. No exceptions," his words were like unyielding stone.

Frustrated I started thinking of ways we could slow our attrition rate and increase our survivability, all while staying in this hellish battle. We needed cover...

"We could latch onto a ship, and use it for cover, we should still be able to maneuver despite the bulk."

The Commander got a look in his eyes, I think he liked the idea a lot...

"Give me the helm!" he said as he took control himself.

Holographic helm controls appeared at his dais and as he grabbed them, fired the engines fired full power. As he took personal control, I just noticed his swelling boner- I would say he liked the idea a whole lot...

"Prepare to board!" he said as we shot towards his target... the strongest ship in the Crilst fleet?

"Fire at the weapons on the stern keel!" I said as I issued the targeting orders electronically as well.

We raced towards our target at full speed, zigging and zagging up and down and side to side as we closed the distance. The other ship decided with its superior size it could handle us, and held its course in a high-speed version of 'chicken'.

We arced wide at the last moment before impact, and moved into place behind our target, inverting and touching down roughly on the hull of the other ship, jostling the crew as we touched down on the other ship's skin. The landing gear had nano-latches and hooks for such things, and as they tore into the skin of the enemy ship, our warriors in vacuum protected armor assaulted the enemy ship in a powerful wave attack. Outer sensors showed the strange sight: Tau in full vacuum suits with jump packs and nano-latch boots assaulting the enemy ship... many armed with swords and axes in addition to energy rifles.

For now the Crilst lessened their fire, unwilling to shoot at their Flagship, and a bit of a confusion hit the Crilst fleet, a broad spectrum pulse message was broadcast from the Crilst flagship:

"Foolish beasts! Surrender, it is your only choice, we now control the system!" the flamboyantly dressed Crilst Commandant gloated his message with a gleam of glory in his otherwise dull black eyes.

I started to wonder the outcome of the battle- we were hopelessly outnumbered. I accelerated our engines carefully once we were sure the connection between the two ships was solid. If we hadn't destroyed the weapons on the ship's stern we would have really been in trouble right now- they would have had a perfect shot at us.

"EXO, you have the bridge." the Commander said as he pulled his pistol and held it at his side, exiting the bridge calmly, heading for the landing bay.

I promptly inhabited my nearest body and rushed it to the landing bay, and simultaneously formed a hologram next to the Commander as he walked the corridor.

"May I suggest that we take control of their engine room? The Crilst ship is using his engines to slow us." my hologram self said.

"I have a fire team assigned to that already. You stay here." he said as he entered the landing bay, where my other body had just arrived, and stood waiting.

"Let me come too sir," I said as I dissipated the hologram "-I would like to tap in to their computer system, I may be able to take control and use their engines and weapons to help us."

"Very well." he said after a moment of deliberation.

"You and you. Protect him with your lives," he said pointing to two warriors standing guard in the landing bay.

"Yes sir!" both replied in unison with a Tau salute.

"You stay close." the Commander said to me as he entered the Crilst flagship.

"Thank you Master." I replied quietly.

The landing bay has an airlock extension used for ship to ship connections, but in a situation like this it has a self-sealing feature for 'Forced penetration of an enemy ship'. The airlock had just sealed to the surface of the Crilst ship as we arrived in the landing bay and several warriors were ready to enter as the door opened.

We followed the Commander into the ship that was smoking and smoldering from hits and gusting as the air leaked out of multiple hull decompressions. Crilst ships were inferior in design to the Tau's... they were much like the Human navy's ships, alloy hulls protected by thick skins of more armored alloys and composites- once you burned through, the ship was doomed.

I started to attempt to tap into the ships various computer systems remotely as we stepped over and around the bodies of Crilst that had been caught off guard by the assault.

The Crilst were a strange race, amphibious by nature, with smoother soft skin, they preferred very humid to moist environments, and the clothing either had to very thick and sealed up with environmental protection or very light and airy. They had no hair, large almond shaped eyes, and small mouths on their large heads. The bodies were slender and not very strong looking. I read that the Crilst were a single gender race, they are all born 'neuter' lacking any gender differences, and only later become a male or female. Bodies of gray-skinned neutral Crilst lay all across the floor now.

The Crilst computer architecture had defense programs intended to prevent hacking attempts, and I was having no luck, I needed a physical link. We made quick headway through the ships halls, most of the Crilst defenders were still suiting up in their armor, half of them never saw us before they died. The Commander's pistol cracked crisply as its electrically propelled projectiles broke the sound barrier out of the muzzle, each shot quick, precise and effortlessly executed - the mark of a professional warrior. His calm demeanor underlied his excitement- that was more noticeable at his loins, where his thick and semi-erect cock swayed slightly with his quick but calm steps.

I smiled some, I had to admit the Commander was one of the few bold enough to actually pull off something as insane as this. The resistance was limited, a Crilst flagship didn't expect to be boarded by a Tau destroyer, it was all highly improbable from their point of view.

As we forced our way closer to the bridge, I stopped at an computer terminal, and started my electronic assault. There were several viral programs designed by the Tau based on studies of computer technology and languages of captured Crilst ships, despite the age of the virus and its samples, its dedicated analytics and self-programming features could handle almost any logical upgrades and changes in the Crilst electronics. It was incredible to watch the virus work its magic, it attempted to assault the systems- every failure was met with redoubled efforts, as the virus predicted the changes and differences between its original programming and what it was encountering. It was learning from its failures and then making primitive logical leaps! It wasn't long before I had basic sensor images, and then lighting control, then environmental...targeting systems...Engine control! Score!

I full-stopped the engines that had been fighting us, and synchronized them with our own engine control, which eased the load on our own engines and increased our combined maneuverability. I caught up with the Commander as he stormed the bridge. A set of heavy doors blocked the main bridge entry and had been barred or over-ridden, so breeching charges were placed.

Combat communications indicated that the Crilst commandant and his entourage were trapped inside, the only other exit was blocked by a Tau fire team. The door was blown, and with speed and violence of action, the five-bull assault team charged in through ribbons of defensive laser fire and killed or incapacitated the guards. I watched as the smoke cleared and one Tau warrior rushed in grabbed a Crilst guard with his hands and slammed him in to a wall, then the floor, then onto a physical console. The dazed alien was then tied with cuff-wire and tossed to the floor like a trophy.

The Crilst Commandant- (whom was quite decorated according to the translated Crilst files I was now plucking like ripe grapes from their ships systems) was important up-and-coming royalty in the Caliphate. Now he was trying to slip out of the confused and smoky bridge along with one other lavishly dressed Crilst males in his entourage. As he tried to slip past the nearest Tau warrior unseen, he ran into a hard black furred wall.

"I insist you host us today, Imam-Hatari-Sulcol." the Commander said in deep but smooth and well accented Caliphate as he grabbed the slender yellow wrist tightly and pulled the horrified Imam closer to his nude body.

Then he switched to Common Crilst and shouted to all that survived on the bridge: "This effeminate little wimp was running like your fleet before my single ship."

The Command crew of the ship were all unarmed junior males of the Caliphate, or indentured members of the Crilst upper class, and they all looked around the room stunned from the sudden and brutal assault on the seemingly formidable but now defeated ship. Only a few pockets of Crilst remained cut off in various parts of the ship, and the fire teams had successfully seized all their objectives undamaged.

"Fire teams three and six, begin Hunter operations." the Commander ordered as he pulled the Crilst Commandant across the bridge and stood with him amidst the bodies of the dead guards.

"Jason, open a direct channel to the Crilst fleet." he ordered me.

Not an easy task- As our warriors mopped up the last of the resisting Crilst on the flagship and marched the prisoners into the cargo hold, I did similarly to the ship's computers. Captivation and pacification programs were forced to operate, reprogramming computer networks we had managed to take control of, and overloading or erasing the programming of those systems of those that we couldn't force in to compliance. The Crilst computers were attempting to rally and fight back, but the efforts weren't as strong as mine. I took control and opened a broadcast for the Master; whose image was now appearing on all screens of Crilst ships in the system. That was the easy part, it was too easy really- I just made the message appear to be from the Crilst Commandant, put the communiqué's subject as 'victory', then commanded this message be played to all ships in the fleet in the subtexts.

The Crilst were tricked in to believing that this was a direct communication from the commandant to the entire fleet declaring victory... though just not in the way they thought!

"Your fleet is broken, and I have captured your Commandant- Surrender and be my slaves!" The Commander shouted bestially as he stood naked over the bodies of dead and wounded Crilst and held the terrorized Commandant tightly by his wrist, there was a wildness to Tetrious in that moment, almost a frenzy of lust and power.

There was something I found attractive about him when he was like that, I wasn't to sure what it was, he was so confident and powerful.

He threw the Commandant to his knees, a sign of defeat and submission - the Commandant crawled away across the floor, a pitiful thing for any Caliphate speaking Crilst to do- much less while being broadcast to his entire fleet.

"Come here bitch!" the Commander shouted in common Crilst as he grabbed the commandant roughly and dragged him back dropping him at his hooves, and planted on firmly on the Commandants back.

It seemed the Crilst fleet was in a bit of shock- the attacks slowed even more and some ships looked like they may flee. One Ship attempted to rally- the damaged battle ship of the second most senior Crilst in the fleet according to the ship's logs- and several ships turned about with him towards us.

However, ten rifts suddenly opened across the planets vicinity, as Tau warships arrived. The rest of the Crilst fleet attempted to join the rally and reform a battle group, but then another fifteen rifts opened and more Tau re-enforcements arrived.

The Crilst attempted to turn and flee en-mass, but the sudden immolation of the new command ship as it started to charge its jump drives sent a signal otherwise, it was struck by two brilliant live-fusion plasma bolts from the newly arrived Tau battle cruisers, who simultaneously fired a salvo across the bow of the remaining ships in the fleet. It was enough, and the damaged, leaderless, and weakened fleet surrendered.

Tau Battle fleet surrounded the faltering Crilst fleet with the main 'Derider' cannons charged, glowing ominously with a red glow of a continually formed plasma, a warning to any that offered resistance. Dozens of Tau assault-landers and bombers moved in and dropped assault teams who seized control of the Crilst ships.

As the system wide communications jamming stopped, we were able to receive reports from the other fronts, there were heavy losses, and several worlds were badly damaged, but it was far more victories than defeats as of right now.

As I headed back to our ship, I started to be able to think about the battle as over. We won? It was that easy and that hard. If the enemy fleet had rallied, if the battle had lasted much longer... We were almost out of missiles and torpedoes, we needed supplies to repair the damage to the hull and... and we needed to bury our dead. Was this really a victory? It didn't quite feel like it.

I was sent back to the ship while the Commander remained a while to divide the spoils of the battle with the arriving fleet's Admiral and the colony's defenders. I don't know what happened on the defeated Crilst flagship, but I had a few ideas. I do know that the Commander was awarded large amounts of land on the Urmanz colony and honored by Clan Star-Sojourner. And I know that the Commander is from a clan that does practice slavery, I also know that the Commander took half the Crilst prisoners in chains to the planet's surface, to be used as labor. That and that the Commander loves to rape defeated opponents...

The picture looked grim for the crew of the defeated fleet.

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** ** The next day he returned from the surface, and we promptly departed the system. We headed to a world that had a strange name, and was very deep in central Tau Empire space, and we headed there very quickly.

When we arrived at the world know as 'Gul-Dasz-Ulluun', I tried to look it up, but came up blank. There was no info on the planet, and I couldn't find any of the usual data links to the planet.

Furthermore, it was dead. No wave activity, no civil communications, not civilian space traffic, no air traffic, nothing other than combat ships in orbit or parked on the surface. I looked out the observation deck 'window' at the dark, mysterious, and verdant planet. It was a dead world.

As we prepared for the landing I was ordered to the bridge, where I noticed even the officers were a bit quieter than usual.

"Set us down here." the Commander ordered with a contemplative and distant look as he indicated on a holographic map.

The place the Commander ordered us to put down in was a grass field on one of the planet's larger continents, which was weird- this deep in Tau space and no spaceports?

As we gently settled in to a field of tall brush grass and scrub in a clearing on the fringe of a forest, the commander grabbed the grip of the pistol holstered on his belt.

"I want the ship locked down- and place guards on stations." the Commander ordered quietly.

He silently excused himself from the bridge, giving the Exo a look indicating he was in charge. I heard the Exo dispatch a group of techs to clear the brush around the ship's landing site, and guards to provide over watch. I had better find out what was going on... I located the Lieutenant and headed to him, he might have an answer he would share.

I was heading to the lounge with the Lieutenant and his son, when I received a communiqué from the Commander, summoning me to his quarters, and he wanted me in person. By this point I was a bit perplexed and disliked being so in the dark.

I went to the Lieutenant, he must have received the same message, because he was headed to my chamber to pull me. Instead of asking him what was happening, he was asking me if I was ready for extraction.

"Well I think so... I wasn't in for very long this time around, it should be easy." I hoped that was true.

"Yes, it's been only what? 53 hours? You should be fine right out of the tube." he said as he disconnected my links to the computer, silencing the constant buzz of activity that now felt like a normal part of my mind.

As the tube lowered and drained, I prepared myself for the hardest part of this procedure: opening the tube and physically disconnecting. Cold air, bright light, and the discomfort of tubes being pulled out from inside your body.

I watched the Lieutenant as he gently removed the breathing tube, I had plotted while still connected, and that once the tubes were clear from my mouth I would ask him what was going on, it was the prudent thing to do. But the Computer's aid in plotting failed to consider that his soft hands holding me as he gently picked me up was a beautiful thing, that his touch would remind me of more important things than questions about missions and planet names and trivial details. Looking into his deep and shockingly blue eyes was a far more important thing right now...

When I arrived at the Commander's quarters door I was about to enter, when the Commander stepped out-Nude- save for a steel helmet, some dark straps holding his war axe to his back, a pistol on his hip, and a full cape of bright red cloth. His hooves and ankles were shod in black covers that pass for boots on a Tau. The helmet was older, of polished black steel with eye and nostril openings and a fierce expression- It matched his lightly glossy black pelt quite well.

"Give that to me." he said pointing to the jumpsuit I wore.

I opened my mouth to protest, but his expression was not charitable- Instead just unzipped the gray jumpsuit that had been keeping me warm and handed it to him.

He quickly threw it to the floor.

"Come with me." he said seriously, and he curtly headed down the hall and towards the open landing bay ramp.

"Commander, I should probably get some clothing or shoes before we-"

"No. Obey. Now." he said turning around and pointing finger very sternly at the ground next to him and grimaced as I continued silently, and I knew not to argue with him.

We left the ship and I followed the near naked Commander across the over grown field and into the tree line. The ground was reasonably soft, and the Commander pushed his way through the brush, the path he left made it painless to traverse the land. We walked for an hour, and were in a light wooded area, the trees were large and old, I was mostly just looking around and wondering where we were going, when suddenly we stopped.

"Come here." he said, stopping and turning to me as he took a knee.

"You will wear this." he said as he fastened a leather collar around my neck.

"Wh-"

"Shhh." he said with a finger on my lips. "Do what I say, when I say. Speak only when I tell you to."

And with that he turned about and continued walking.

I didn't like the way this was going, but I didn't argue. When a Tau tells you to shut up, you do- More so if he's a warlord by the name of Tetrious.

It wasn't very far before I realized some of the trees surrounding us were not trees but stone columns, and when I looked down I realized the ground was easier to walk on because it was now moss covered stone, and the trees faded into clumps and over grown brush filling out the ruins of some ancient stone structures. Broken colonnades jutted into the dark blue skies; sporting a wash of milky white stars and studded with blazing nebulae. Crumbling marble block walls enclosed the remains of what were once large rooms.

I would have asked what this place was but the Commander had already given me orders to stay quiet. We passed through an archway and entered what was once a long hallway lined with columns when a Tau in a stunningly bright steel cuirass, helm, cape, (and nothing else) and wielding a long two-hand sword stood in our path, the sword held forward in an offensive high guard.

"Identify yourself." he demanded sternly. I couldn't help but let my eyes be drawn to the large and well hung exposed genitals of the warrior before us.

"I am Warlord Tetrious." the Commander replied coolly.

"You are expected- However there are no outsiders allowed to the counsel." he said eyeing me distastefully.

"In accordance with the laws, I am allowed one pet or slave." the Commander replied.

The guard stood silently for a moment then stepped aside and held his sword close and vertically in a Tau sword-salute.

"You may both pass." he said regaining a stone posture.

I quietly followed the Commander as he headed further down the hall. We came to an open archway guarded by two more guards identical to the first we encountered standing on either side of the arch. Through the arch the lead to a large round room lined with guards all around the perimeter, the room looked like it had once supported a dome but the columns now proudly held up nothing but the night sky. Other Tau dressed in a similar fashion to the Commander entered from many other similar archways and several were already forming a circle in the center of the room. A dais in the back of the room had large banners hanging from the ruins behind it; I only partly recognized them as symbolic of some leaders, though I didn't know who.

The Commander headed to the circle and took an open place, and guided me by my shoulder to stand in front of him.

One tan colored elder bull was standing on the dais, fully nude, armed only with a sword hanging from his only article of 'clothing', a single black belt. He stood facing the assembled group of Tau and looking quite confident.

He turned and eyed me with a strange look.

"Warlord Tetrious, I have heard that you brought a human with you, per the old articles that say you can bring one pet or slave to the counsel. And which would this human be? " he inquired in a manner that said the answer would be important.

It left me feeling like all eyes were on me, and I did feel quite un-easy, and quiet ashamed being spoken of in such away.

"Both." he replied. Then to me with a slight pressure on my shoulder: "Kneel."

I obeyed quickly, though I felt flush with shame.

"I see. And why would you need to bring a human to this most secret and sensitive of counsel rings?" he asked.

"This human is also my ship's interface. It is best he understands the orders we fly under." the Commander said quite truthfully, but quite diplomatically.

"Yes. The human may stay." the elder bull said, satisfied with the answers.

A few more Tau arrived from other archways, and then the proceedings started.

"We gathered here represent the war- counsel ring." announced the elder tan-ish bull.

"We are here because the elder counsel was unable to resolve the currently evolving border conflict that continues as we speak. Several incidents have gone unanswered already, and acts of aggressive war are being perpetrated as we speak." he said.

The mood amongst the gathering went from dark to darker.

"This counsel-ring has gathered with the intent to quickly discuss and comply with the 'Laws of wars' in regards to major offensive action. The elder council's vote and the conditions met for the Seclusion of Peace to be lifted from the War-Council; We are now in Council." he paused and looked across the counsel. No dissenting faces were seen.

"The Crilst have breached our borders in a multi front attack. Ten outlying worlds, in well defined and agreed upon Tau Empire space have been assaulted, and five inner planets were assaulted briefly by unknown assailants, assumed to be Treaoth." he announced, and there was a deep murmur running through the counsel.

"-The elder counsel has failed to resolve the issue, and so the Emperors have both appointed me to High Commander of the Empire's War." he said simultaneously announcing his rank, power, and the declaration of war.

Several Tau bowed slightly, others less so, and some none at all. Commander Tetrious tipped his horns ever so slightly.

"I have ordered the Thousand-ship fleet to assemble, and have called up all reserves, as this will not be a quick battle. We will show the Crilst whom they foolishly pick a fight with." he said standing before the Council.

There was a roar of agreement among the counsel members.

"Our first orders of war will be to find the identity and locations the unknown assailants, repel the assaults on the outlying worlds, and to show the Crilst how far over the boundaries- both physical and ideal- they have stepped."

"High Commander, how do you propose we teach them?" One Elder Warlord stepped up.

"He will assault their home world." the High Commander pointed across the circle to Tetrious, and I turned and looked up at him.

"Warlord Tetrious has prior experience with matters regarding the bombardment of the Crilst, and this time we will give him more fire power to do so."

"Warlord Tetrious has shown himself disobedient to his command!" another warlord pushed his way in to the front of the circle.

"I have always followed the orders of my superiors." Tetrious said as he stepped over me, his balls brushing across the back of my head as he entered the ring.

The ring pulsed with anticipation, the cold air thickened with musk, there was a challenge, there would be a fight!

"There will be no death-matches in my council!" The High Commander shouted, stamping his hoof in anger, and the ring calmed some. After a moment he continued calmly:

"Is this regarding the incident with the human contractor?" the High Commander asked.

"Yes High-Commander." Tetrious replied.

"And would that be the Human in question?" he nodded his horns to me.

"Yes." the Commander said quietly.

"Human, come." the High-Commander pointed to the floor in front of him.

I looked to Tetrious and he nodded once, so I rose and entered the ring cautiously, stopping where he indicated. He looked at me sternly for a moment, then told us to follow him through the single archway behind him. It lead through a short underground hall, and into a room on the other side, also mostly open to the sky, and tall ancient pine trees rimmed the open edges. The room was furnished with a table and some chairs lay about the center of the room, arranged into an office of sorts.

"Lord Tetrious, this human caused quite a commotion, and the allegations that you disobeyed orders are not going to go away easily."

"No High-lord, they will not." the Commander replied sternly.

"Human, come closer." the elder bull beckoned me, and again I looked to the Commander for permission, but he gave none, so I stayed in place uneasily.

"Our rules and laws are so archaic, the origin of many of them were not even known to the old Empire." he said laying back in one chair, and gesturing the Commander to sit in another.

He didn't.

"And according to the same rules that allow this human to be present, I can also demand a tribute from him." he said, and the turned to me.

"Human, as the superior of your master, I command you to come to me." the tone of voice he spoke in left no doubt in my mind as to what I would do...

- Tetrious-

** ** Despite the rules and laws, some boundaries should never be crossed-even if the old imperial law allowed for such a thing- some laws were meant to be broken. As Jason reluctantly stepped towards the High-Commander, I swiftly drew my axe high overhead and rapidly stepped towards the unprepared High-Commander, most figured fat meant slow- but my gut belied my speed. I started down on a swing that could sever a neck clean with one blow.

"Stop." the High-Commander said with only an upheld hand and a disarming smile that froze me mid-swing.

As he lowered his hand I lowered my axe to a low one-handed ready-guard position, if he reached for his sword I could still remove his head with a single upward swing before the tip cleared the scabbard.

"-I like a bull that knows when to obey his superiors, and when to kill them. Lower your axe, Sky-Admiral Tetrious." the High-Commander said.

"Hmm. I almost killed you and you promoted me- you know that makes you sound soft." I said in hopes of coaxing more truth from him, as I cautiously re-holstered my axe.

"Well I'm not." he replied curtly. "-I merely like to ensure those I appoint to important positions have the balls to do what needs to be done, even if that is outside of the chain of command... or law. This war counsel is an archaic tradition that slows our defense and is merely for show. The war is happening with or without its consent, though I think you know that."

"I know where the orders originated from in the last Crilst war." was all I replied. No need to name names.

"That's the other thing I like about you Tetrious, you know how to navigate politics. You know the old laws as well as the unwritten new ones." he said as he tapped a faded paper scroll on the desk.

I remained silent. Close to vest was always a good thing when speaking so frankly.

"The other reason you are with me right now is I need to relay your battle orders as far as the bombardment of the Crilst home world."

"And?"I asked dryly.

"No survivors."

"Hmmm."

That would not go over well with many. And the possibility of crimes against life...

"Yes. Kill everything, destroy the world- no two stones standing atop each other. I want glass and ash, I want that lifeless rock to glow with radiation for ten thousand years." he said leaning back in his chair.

"Because?" I asked shortly.

"To the point, I already am glad I chose you. Because the Caliphate is plotting with the highest ranks of the Treaoth- Our intercepts of their communications prove it. We need to send a strong message of what happens to any race that plots against us."

"And what of that Treaoth?"

"That has not been decided. We can't simply bomb them in to oblivion like the Crilst. It will require more agile workings to visit retribution upon them." He said cryptically.

"Hmph. And why should I implicate myself in this mess?" I asked him, still standing my ground.

"Implicate? Warrior-Lord Tetrious, why do you distrust me so?" he said softly.

"Why would I not? Secret orders are easy to disavow. I will not be left holding the knife."

"And what would make you at ease?" the High-Commander said with evaluating eyes.

"You announce the intentions when I arrive in orbit." I said, setting the path for my demands.

"You do know how to politic. If you succeed at this task, you will be on top, you will have primacy with the elder and war councils. Fail and you will sink like a stone, especially as the transgressions on the planet Hub-13 fail to fade." the High Commander implied.

"Hmm. What a neat little package... I will play this game, but don't try to play me, or I will return the favor. And I always win." I retorted slowly and calmly.

"Good, I will contact you once I have decided the path of justice for the Treaoth." he said as he again leaned back casually in his chair.

Our eyes locked for a moment, mine an icy gaze, his glowed with a pleased grin.

"Slave! Come!" I called Jason and then turned to leave.

The boy was kneeling in the corner and jumped up at my command- I wish I could get him like this more often. He followed obediently at my side, shy and quiet.

He was confused, cold and ashamed right now, though I could remedy the first, and given time- he the second- and the third I didn't mind. When I returned to the ship I would keep up the pretense of slave with Jason, it would be too easy ... but it would also be a lot of fun...

-Jason-

When we finally returned to the ship, I felt relieved that that strange and frightening ordeal was over. I started to unbuckle the collar, when Tetrious slapped my hand.

"I didn't say to do that. I'm not done with you yet." he said with a stern look that slowly turned in to a grin.

I knew that grin, it was the grin of the Commander when he was flush with victory, and victory always put him in the mood for one thing... I regained my wits after that musing and looked up in time to see we just stopped outside the Commander's quarters. As he turned to go in the door I noticed his cock hanging low and plump, I knew what was going to happen once I went through that door. My heart was hammering, I felt so nervous with the Commander, he was a very intimidating male to sleep with.

Once inside he hung his axe up in a cabinet that had various other weapons and then sat down, careful to throw his cape over the back of the desk chair.

"Attend me." he said as he poured a glass of red wine from a black earthenware bottle on the desk.

I approached cautiously and stood at his side and reached up, and unfastened his helmet and face plate, and removed it carefully. Standing close to him like this was electric, I could experience him. Smell him, see the fine gloss of his pelt, my face was so close to his, something that didn't happen much. I started to set the helmet on the corner of the desk, but he held up a hand.

"In the armoire, on the bust." he said plainly as he took a sip of wine from his glass.

I turned to the wooden-faced armoire behind him which opened easily, it held his ceremonial armors, a marble bust wearing a chest plate and with a partial head where I set the helmet. I took a brief second to glance around the other contents: a dagger in a sheath, some very ornate award braids and ribbons, and a human navy award? I recognized boxes laying in a row at the bottom of the display shelf inside the armoire, they had the Navy design on the front... I turned away though, I wasn't about to get caught prying. Certainly not by the Commander.

I moved behind his chair and started to remove his cape. It had some sort of fasteners attaching to the harness that had held his axe, one over each shoulder. It seemed like him- very stylish, but very practical from a military standpoint- no neck strap to be choked with.

I took the large cape and folded it up some, and placed it to the side in the armoire.

I returned to his side and reached for the buckle on his harness, but his hand-intercepted mine gently.

"It's not going to be that easy." he said softly as he gazed in to my eyes.

"No sir." I said softly feeling a bit pressured by his powerful presence.

"That's master to you boy." he said without moving.

"Yes master." I said weakly, as I diverted my eyes to the side. It wasn't an easy thing to say, but Tetrious was not one to be argued with.

"Good. Now, as I recall, you wanted to pledge your body to me." he said still unmoving, other than his lips curling in to a smile.

"Yes master." I said quietly.

"On the desk." he said as he let go of my hand and grabbed the bottle of wine took a swig from it before he set it on the floor.

"Wha-?"

Come on, get up there, on the desk!" he said louder.

I looked at him for a second before climbing on to the desk awkward and sitting on it sideways with my feet to one end and head to the other.

"Now there's my boy. Handsome as ever." he said as he put his hands on me he just stroked at first, running a hand up and down my naked body, as he looked at me I shivered a bit from his touch, gentle, sensual and slow.

He hooked his hand around my thigh and suddenly spun me to face him and pulled my feet to both sides of his legs. I felt so apprehensive and exposed, I knew the end result but not how it would play out.

Both his hands moved to my hips and he grasped me.

"I want to hear your oath to me." he said as his hands slid up and down my sides.

I looked at him sitting in the chair his cock pulsing with a powerful heart beat as his massive balls lay on the chair before me, his musk was growing potent and he started to brush the bottom of my sack with his thumbs each time the hands slit up and down my body.

"I...I, Jason..." I bit my lip some- "pledge my body... sexually to he who rescued me." I said it with a flush of embarrassment.

"No, say it to me. Take your time if you need to." he said as his hands continued to hold me, I was a bit surprised at the kindness in his tone and... his hands were holding me in comfort?

I sighed and rallied myself once more. I looked down and his cock was half-hard as he waited for me.

It was humiliating, it was degrading. He saved my life. To be chained to a wall and raped for the rest of my life- that would be degrading. The black bull before me was patently waiting for me to be ready, holding me kindly and I knew he cared. He saved me from whatever could have been.

I looked up at him and looked him in large, deep, green eyes.

"I Jason, Pledge my body sexually to you for saving me." I said slowly with the most honesty and strength I could muster.

He smiled and pulled me to his lap, my butt landing on his semi-erect penis. I could feel the heat and growing girth on my ass. He clutched me closely for a second and then I leaned back and looked up in to his eyes again.

"I pledge my body sexually to you Master." I said as I let go of his arms and held my palms up and open, my breath ragged as I submitted to him.

I was surprised when he kissed me and his hands held firmly to me for a moment.

"Good boy." was all he said as he hugged me.

"Now unbuckle this." he said and I reached up and started to unfasten the harness.

Once the harness was off, he kissed me once on the head.

"Well then, let's have some fun." He said as he pushed the chair back and stood me up in front of him.

"Go, get cleaned up in the bathroom." he said, and as I turned he gave my ass a slap.

"Yes Master."I said with a started jump as his hand connected to my skin.

I entered his bathroom, and looked around at the finely appointed room. It was still in the same minimal style of his office, simple but classy, modern but with traditional touches. There was a tub and a shower, so I went for the shower, an open tile affair with two fogged glass walls in an 'L' shape, forming a rather large cube in the corner of the room. There was a curious mixture of technology in the bathroom, there were a set of stainless steel knobs one above the other, and there was also a touch screen but I wasn't sure how to operate it. I turned the first knob and after a second figured out it was the water temperature, the second knob was the pressure. There were openings in the smooth synth-stone ceiling and water flowed out like a strong warm rainstorm. A central steel column with various shower nozzles around it and the small control was there too, much like the ones we used back on Xilla for nanite enemas. A big wood stool in one corner was large enough for a Tau and a wood bucket with brushes sat next to it, and a tray table held three glass bottles of some colored liquid in opened the first and it seemed to be soap.

I was started as I reached for one of the glass bottles.

"Not that. That's for me. The bottle on the floor is soap for humans." Tetrious said peaking in on me. "Take your time, I will be in the study when you're ready." he said, holding a large bottle of brandy as he turned and left he took a long swig from the bottle.

I watched his shadow through the fogged glass and once he was out I let my breath out, I hadn't even noticed I had been holding it. He did things to me that I didn't understand, he hurt me in ways I liked, and scared me in ways that turned me on... It was certainly a confusing relation.

I set down the glass container and looked in the corner of the floor there was a clear plastic container with some sort of body wash in it, along with a single small blue plastic-type scrub. Both looked used , did he have humans in here before? I guessed he may have had some guys before me, so I wasn't too surprised.

I stepped up to the column and touched the control and turned around. The animated tubular hose snaked out and targeted my butt, I winced as the large device entered. I didn't look to see, but it was likely small for a Tau. I gasped as the warm device filled and cleaned me. Once it was done I picked up the scrubby and soap and started to clean myself. Facing in to a nozzle by the wall I let the hot water wash away my nervousness and fear, and for a minute I was just taking a really great hot shower.

I side stepped the water stream and lathered up and stepped back into the steaming waters, the heat was so relaxing. I stepped out of the hot water once more, and lathered some more soap, but before I could step back in to the water strong hands forced me to the wall.

"I like my boys clean." the bull said as his hard cock pressed against my rear. I could smell the liquor strong on his breath.

"And with as hard as I'm going to use you tonight, I'm gonna need to make sure your little hole is ready for me." He said pressing his crotch harder against my butt for emphasis.

"I have to make sure your clean you know." he said as he forced a finger in to my but stretching it wide.

But he wasn't going to stop with that, and went for two fingers, and tried for three.

"Ahhha!" I cried out as my soapy body ground against the smooth tile wall, and he continued to force his way in to me. Suddenly his fingers withdrew, and he pinched one cheek.

"Good. Dry off, I'll be waiting." he said as I sunk to my knees as the pain subsided.

I caught my breath and stood up, then pushed off the wall, but found he was gone. I left the shower and walked over to an open wood shelf and pulled a towel, and dried off. I knew he would be waiting in the study, but I didn't know what would be waiting for me.

I tossed the towel aside and cautiously walked out into the study all was dark and quiet, and Tetrious was sitting at his desk nude with a pen and notebook writing, and an near empty bottle of what looked like gin.

"Good, you're ready." he said as he stood and took the bottle as he walked up to me, and turning me by my shoulder he lead me in to his bedroom.

I knew what it was to be fucked by him, but to sleep with him? I wasn't sure if I was ready for a full night of sex with him, not with as rough as he could be.

He guided me to a padded device with straps set up in the bedchamber, with the rest of the room drawn off by a dark curtain.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked as he set the bottle down.

I looked at the stand, it looked rather like a short but thick padded balance beam, though the height was perfect for bending a man over.

"No sir." I said quietly. I knew what it was probably for though.

"It's a breeding stand. It's designed for training misbehaving slaves, but it's so much more versatile than that." he said softly as he touched the device fondly.

"Kneel before me." he commanded.

I stepped up to him quickly and kneeled.

"Now submit to me." he grinned

I reached forward; it was just like so long ago on the bridge when he 'punished' me. I grasped at his hips and licked his cock, then traced my tongue around the bottom of his massive balls, then back to the tip of his bull-hood. Opening my mouth, I drew it in and suckled on him, submitting to his dominance. His bull hood hardened more in my mouth and I bobbed on it; he took a wider stance and deeper breaths, He was enjoying me.

"Oohh! That's enough." he said pressing his fingers between his crotch and my face, pushing us apart. I remained kneeling looking up at him, the tip of his cock rubbing across my face as precum dribbled out of his cock and down my face.

Stepping back and reaching behind him, he produced an unmarked squeeze bottle from behind the large semicircular curtain, and tossed it to me.

"Now come here and oil my spear, slave." he said as his hard-on throbbed erect before me, and his tail swished apprehensively.

I moved to him and opened the bottle's cap, and squeezed out the greasy lube in my hand. Getting it on both hands, I reached up and grasped his huge cock with both hands and slid them up and down some, slicking his hard length.

"Ohhhh, Yah..." He sighed and moaned lightly as my hands slowly rubbed up and down.

"Faster!" he panted.

I obeyed and started to slide my hands up and down his cock at a faster and faster speed, I was pretty much giving him a hand job now. He seemed ready to blow, but he suddenly bellowed out:

"Stop! ...not yet." he said as my hands released the hard, hot, well-oiled rod.

"Yes master." I said kneeling.

He tossed me a rag for my hands.

"Now it's my turn to oil you." he said with a lustful grin as he walked over to the breeding stand, his hard-on bouncing some with every hoof-step. I watched his ass from behind as he walked past, his glossy black pelt gleamed lightly in the dim lights of the room.

"Here boy." he pointed to a spot in front of the breading station with a single massive finger.

"And bring me the oil." he added.

I picked up the oil and walked over to him, and kneeled where he indicated, then offered up the bottle of oil to his single outreached hand.

"Well now my boy, bend over the station." He said as he waited for me to comply.

I gulped and nervously turned towards the device, once I was on that, I knew he was going to fuck me, if not whip me. My heart pounding and legs shaking some I slowly and hesitantly bent forward over the end of the station. His hoof kicked my legs apart and his hands guided mine to be outstretched before me along the long sides of the station.

"Grip the cuffs and don't let go." he ordered.

There were restraining cuffs on the station, so I grabbed hold of the two by my hands, and kept my feet were he had put them.

"Now I don't want you to move any. If you let go or move-" he produced a short flexible strap- "I'm going to have to train you." he warned by slapping the side of the station with a snap of the synthetic strap.

"Yes Master." I said warily.

He started to caress me, his hands touching my anatomy where they pleased, all the while I shuddered from the unexpected pleasurable touches.

When he groped and stroked my penis I gasped loudly and accidentally released the cuff from one hand, but quickly grabbed back a hold of it.

"Thwack!" sounded the stinging bite on my ass

"Ahhhah!" I whimpered from the strap's strike.

"I said don't let go." he reminded me.

"Yes Master!"I said with a cringe- that really stung!

"You're such a handsome boy aren't you... I bet you're a lot tighter in person than your synthetic body is..." he said as he grabbed my ass and squeezed.

"Mmmm, say you want it."

"I want it sir." I managed.

"Want what? Say it!"

"I want you in me!"

"That's right!" he said lustily with a squeeze.

I felt a long thick hot sensation on my lower back, I gripped the cuffs tight as the hot moist tip touched my back, sliding down, and then pressure.

I cried out as he penetrated me, a powerful and filling experience, his hands grabbed my hips, wrapping around them, and pushed in with his hips, pressing powerfully with his might. His hands pulled me on to him as he growled and moaned with pleasure.

"Stop!" I cried out, he was big, too big! I felt my insides spread painfully open for him.

" Sshh, quiet boy... I've wanted this so long." he said in a whisper.

I had made a mistake! I couldn't take him, and it was now that I really critically thought about how rough I knew him to be in bed.

He stopped at full depth and then reached for the cuffs and my wrist.

"...No..." I whispered forlornly with a tear in my eye as he latched the cuffs around my wrists.

I shouldn't have been so lustful, I shouldn't have asked for it so foolishly! I had been thinking with my lust not wits!

He paused and leaned close to me, his muzzle brushing my ear, the potent alcohol on his breath.

"Jason, my love for you will not be prevented by such a petty thing as your consent." he said as he rolled me to my back and forced himself atop me.

"Even if you don't consent, I will still love you in every way... physically as well." He said as he arced his neck down, kissing me and forcing his massive tongue in my mouth.

My arms pulled furiously on the cuffs, testing their limits, but the bonds were too strong. Berus pulled back from his kiss, Slid his hard cock out of me, and reached past my view, and pulled out a gag.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this." he said as he applied the red ball gag.

I tried to keep my mouth shut, but his single finger easily over powered my slighted jaw, and he slipped the leather ball in place and worked slowly to fasten my ankles with other straps, he was enjoying tying me up like this. My back was pressed against the station, my legs spread and arms above my head.

I offered what resistance I could, but it was too late.

"That's right, your mine now- slave" he whispered the last part in my ear, with a confident leer.

He got up and moved to his armoire, opening it and taking another long swig of something.

At first it was just an act for the sake of the counsel, and then just game in the bedroom, but now he was... was he serious? I pulled at the tight bonds feeling afraid.

"Oh my gods, you're the perfect slave! Handsome, tight, submissive, just enough will to break...perfect!" he whispered to me, strong alcohol on his breath, as he prepared himself to penetrate me again.

I shook my head no!

"What, you aren't going to submit to me?" he asked in fake surprise.

"Nnnmmh!" I said through the gag as I shook my head.

"Well I suppose you need to learn then." he said as he released the cuffs.

I hopped off the humiliating and exposed stand, and tried to pull off the gag. I wanted to tell him I wasn't enjoying this game anymore, that I wanted to stop.

But he grabbed me around my waist and carried me under his arm back to the sitting room. Taking a seat in his large chair, he put me bent over his lap, and ...spanked me! He didn't do it lightly either, he gave me ten fast, eye watering swats on the ass. I don't know what was worse, the pain, humiliation, or surprise.

"Now are you ready to obey?" he asked letting me up to my feet.

I shook my head and tried to take the gag out once more, but he grabbed my wrist angrily and hauled me to the wall, pushing me lightly against it. He held my wrist overhead and used a hanging rope to wrap around it, then grabbing the other he did the same, tying them together overhead. My feet were hardly on the ground, just my toes.

He then paused and let me squirm and twist as he retrieved a bottle and took a swig, then produced a synthetic leather strap.

"I think a few of these will change your mind." he said as he moved out of my sight. I tried to turn around but it was difficult to move and my hands and wrists hurt.

"Thwack!" the sudden surprise of the strap as it struck my ass, leaving a stinging red mark.

"Mrrrmmmhhh-hrrrrh..." I cried through the ball gag, and writhed as I hung from the ropes. It hurt- it wasn't play.

"One." he counted aloud.

"Thwack!" the strap struck again.

"Uuurhhh-hhuurrr..." I screamed in the gag.

"Two."

"Thwack." again.

"Uuurrrrh!" I was sobbing, my butt burned with a stinging pain.

"Three."

"Thwack."

I screamed and writhed as I hung from the ropes.

"Five."

"Thwack."

I wiggled weakly and hung limply whining and crying.

"Six."

"Thwack."

I couldn't scream even, I was out of breath, sobbing and weak.

"Seven."

"Thwack."

I was shaking and whimpering.

"Eight."

"Thwack."

"Urrhhh!" I managed between sobs.

"Nine."

"Thwack."

The burn- It just burned with agonizing pain. My whole body hurt, but more than any part, even my wrists as I hung by them didn't hurt as bad, was my ass- it still throbbed with a hot pain.

"Ten." he said and tossed the strap aside.

"All done - Are you ready to be a good boy now? Are you ready to obey?" He asked me as I hung limply, sobbing, with red wet eyes and a red strap-marked butt.

I nodded with tears in my eyes. I couldn't resist any more.

"Good." he said as he untied me, letting me down, and I grabbed my sore butt, rubbing it gently.

"Now go over to the breeding stand and bend over with those handsome legs nice and wide."

I was shaking as I submissively cowered over to the stand and obeyed him. I knew if I didn't, he would just whip me until I did.

Bending over the stand and spreading my legs wide I waited for Tetrious. I couldn't stop crying.

I didn't want this- I was scared of him.

He stepped up behind me and pat my red ass. "Master will make you feel better now."

He re-cuffed me, then penetrated me.

"Ohhh yahhhh..." he sighed as he entered me quickly.

As he fucked me, he was rough and demeaning. "Bitch!" he grunted in my ear as he thrust on me.

I cried and screamed in the gag, his penis pushed in and out of me with a strong and rapid pace, each entry pushing aside and opening up my insides, each withdraw collapsing them and leaving me feeling empty and sore for a split second.

"Who's my whore!" he growled, teeth bore as he breed me with a furor.

I lay under him in tears, I expected this, but it was no less frightening and overwhelming.

He did with me as he truly pleased, and it wasn't gentle, it was rough, bestial, and terrifying. He growled as he neared completion, and roared as he fired in me, the waves of hot seed a welcome sign of his completion. He rest for a short moment, much of his weight over me, and withdrew and stood he paused and looked down on me, gloating, proud, pleased.

I knew, I knew he had just made me his, I was...I was... I was terrified.

He smiled as he aimed the tip of his softening cock at me, and pissed, the hot stream marking me. I was a slave. I knew it.

He left me like that, and pushing aside the curtains he passed to his bedchamber, and shortly I heard his sounds of sleep.

I lay tied down, wet, cold, afraid...and a slave.

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The next morning when He awoke and rose from bed, silently and carefully released my bonds. He even helped me to my feet, his look wasn't the proud and gloating one of last night... he looked... he looked... terrified? I had never really seen him look anything other than stern or pleased... it was shocking to see him like this.

"Jason...are you ok? Did I hurt you last night?" there was almost a waiver to his voice, an uncertainty.

"..." I couldn't sum up the words, I couldn't stop the tears... last night was... frightening, intimidating, humiliating, degrading. I felt scared, hurt- both physically and emotionally. I didn't know how to say it, but I guess my face showed it. I think I saw a look of anguish in his eyes before he turned away and paced the room looking distraught.

"Master?" I whispered cautiously a waver in my voice.

"You no longer have to call me that. Sir will do." he said shaking his head rapidly.

"Sir...um... was last-" I started to ask him about what had happened between us.

"-No." he said flatly still pacing. "No, It was just a sex-game, think nothing of it. Go clean up, and forget about it." and he promptly retired to his bedchamber looking distraught.

What I didn't know was that as I left- he was crying.

-Jason-

After taking a long hot shower and finding one of my jump suits, I went to the Lieutenant- I felt so messed up right now. I didn't know what he could do, but I did feel safe around him. I realized he was off shift and probably sleeping- I didn't want to wake him, so I sat outside his door, leaning against the bulkhead. It gave me a few hours to think about what happened and what I wanted.

I knew I liked the Tetrious. I liked having rough sex with him. I liked being on his ship and with his crew. I didn't like how unpredictable he was, how rough he was emotionally. I didn't like how distant he was, how shut down he could be. There were times when I saw him so open and lit up, there was something about his power, energy, and spirit that made him magnetic when he was like that. His rough physically challenging sex... It turned me on- as long as he wasn't too forceful- as long as it was in fun. But there was something else in him that I saw glimpses of occasionally.

Last night it was there- he was demanding, forceful, and had total disregard to me. He Forced me. He didn't give me any way out, he literally whipped me until I had to give in. He hurt me. Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.

The surprise spanking, the humiliation, the rough forceful sex, those were fine. I often had dreams about those things and would wake up sticky.

But to whip me until I-

A sudden loud click from the door next to me interrupted my musings.

"Jason...Are you alright?" Uuran said surprised and concerned as he stepped into the hall.

"Can I come in?" I said trying to hold back the tears.

-Two days later-

We arrived at a Tau deep space platform, more or less a repair and resupply station that milled about in endless loops in the middle of nowhere. It was a huge flat octagon with gantries all over the surfaces; ships form the fleet came and went, stopping for a few days for repairs and rearmament then departing for their patrols. Every few days a freighter arrived and resupplied the platform. To my surprise, most of the resupply freighters were human commercial vessels on contract. The reasons behind the Alliance were becoming clearer to me when I saw things like this.

It was good money and one less enemy for my people, and for the Tau my people were a reliable commercial supply network at their fingertips, not to mention that Human space would form a buffer between Tau and other less friendly powers. While we were repaired, the ship was re-painted: thick red stripes and red lettering. I was watching from an observation post on the platform when I noticed the name of the ship was wrong, or, wait. No, it was right, He-no- I, had been renamed: Jason's Fight. Large crimson red lettering now replaced all the white peacetime markings and colorings.

Several other warships were gathering in the area, the start of a powerful war-fleet. it seemed every hour more ships rifted into the space around the platform, when we arrived it was fairly slow, now it was getting crowded out there.

I spent some time in the quarters on the platform, among other things it had what was essentially a massive resort or a small city inside, a place for the workers to live and crews of ships to rest and relax. There were small parks built in large observation bays, a hospital, a music hall, pools and exercise areas, a sports park and athletic fields. Plenty to do... if you felt like doing anything.

Mostly I kept to myself and watched the repairs on the ship from the observation parks. I just wasn't sure what to think right now. Talking to Uuran had helped a lot, but I know he talked to Tetrious, and that made me uneasy, because I knew he would seek me out soon. I just felt on edge.

Two days ago, I found a hand written note in my room; it was sealed up in folded paper with white wax, stamped with the seal of Tetrious's clan. I had read it, but didn't trust it, not fully. It was from Tetrious saying he wanted to talk, that he didn't want our relations to suffer, and that he had no ill intentions. I wasn't sure what it was about really. Was he telling the truth? Or was he simply trying to play me in to his bed again?

I kept repeating to myself the advice Uuran had given me, trying to make it work somehow:

"Don't let the difficulties put to you bring you down, or be used by you to harm yourself. All things seek balance if you release them. I will speak to him for you, we will work on this together- rest for now."

I had been reciting those words for the last two days. I had rested, and chose to let go of my expectations for all this mess, but I couldn't help the concern that loitered I the back of my mind.

I would have to face the Commander, and things were not the same between us after that night.

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Final Note:

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The colony of Urmanz gives Tetrious honors, land and title- he spread 25% of the land to his crewmembers. The Commander was awarded the title of 'Brother of Clan Star-Sojourner' and 'Defender of Urmanz' for defending Colony and saving the clan. He was granted a place on the Warrior counsel of Urmanz, and rights as a blooded clan member and warlord.)

The Commander divided the captured Crilst and ships amongst himself and the arriving fleet's commander, he received 50% of the Crilst slaves and fleet, And sent them to the planet where they were forced to work to repair the world they damaged. His slaves would then be used to work the land he and his crew received.