Silly Captive

Disclaimer : I do not own Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, nor do I profit from my writing of fanfiction nor am I connected to the TV series in any way besides being a fan (if I was I would have trapped Steve Bacic in his trailer and the poor man would've never escaped to film his scenes )

There was no Chapter 2 planned but I just got carried away in Chapter 1 and ran out of room. I cannot control my smut.

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Chapter 2

Beka loved the feel of Telemachus' taunt skin under her hands. She heard his harsh breathing and belatedly realized she should loosen his gag. She moved her head slightly and gave a brief kiss to his cock resting on her cheek before gently moving it to lay on the thigh she was not using as a pillow. Sitting up she swung her leg over and rose from the workout bench to walk the short distance to the other end. Rhade's eyes were closed and his dark hair was mussed from the silk gag and a mixture of drying and fresh sweat. His hands were clenched loosely around the empty rests of the weight rack and she unwound the scarves tying his wrists from the metal. Supporting each arm as she lowered them, Beka ran her hands up and down Rhade's biceps massaging the muscles. Considering his rigorous training she really didn't believe they were fatigued from being raised but it gave her a wonderful excuse to touch him. The silk was still tied around each wrist and she fastened them together and looped rest of the material around and under the end of the bench. Letting his hands lie on the leather above his head, his upper arms rested against the metal posts of the rack. Kneeling on the floor next to his head Beka carefully worked the silk gag from his mouth, the loop of fabic now on his neck as she stroked his bearded jaw. Grabbing a towel she patted his beard. Gags had a bad habit of making saliva multiply but at the same time drying out your mouth. Dropping the towel she reached for the bowl.

"Do you want more ice?"

Rhade's eyes snapped open and he turned his head to look at her.

"To suck on 'cause your throat's dry?" She clarified.

"Yeah, thanks," he said. After giving her a long look. She gazed back with her best 'innocent' expression. His gaze narrowed.

Beka fished a long rectangular icecube from the bowl and ran it along his lips, when he parted them she slipped it inside. Her own fingers followed and Beka felt Rhade suck on them as she withdrew them from the wet warmth of his mouth. While he was busy with the ice she spoke.

"So... my torturing you wasn't too bad was it?" She knew her usual grin was in place but worried that her eyes revealed too many questions. Dropping her gaze she continued," you were very stoic, very Nietzschean." And patted his shoulder.

"Beka, I want to explain.." his words had a slurpy quality and he paused.

Seeing his difficultly in talking around the icecube she cupped her palm and held it next his cheek.

"Go ahead and spit it out."

He frowned and sucked furiously.

She sighed," Telemachus..considering your bodily fluids I just dealt with I think I can handle a little saliva."

Giving her an odd look he turned his head and the icecube slid into her hand. She picked it from her palm with her forefinger and thumb and ran her tongue along the edge before sucking his icecube in her own mouth. His gaze was heated as he stared at her mouth. She made a 'continue' motion with her hand and he blinked. She grinned. Then he looked serious. Her smile faded.

"Beka, about me coming in your mouth.." he paused and Beka knew Rhade was trying to figure out his next words. If this is where he tells her blow jobs are Nietzschean taboo she was going to be really pissed. His semen tasted even better than his pre-cum and she had planned on many more samplings.

"In Nietzschean culture...," he started over. "Nietzschean males all though our past and even in modern times, depending on the Pride, have a habit of abusing human females slaves. The excuse being that the warriors were away from their wives. But no Alpha would ever consider the risk of a slave having his child so the most common practice was to use her mouth. This being know it was considered ill bred for an Alpha to then ask his wife to do the same as a slave. From this stigma it developed that a Nietzschean female from a prominent Pride would seldom offer this."

"Um...not Nietzschean," Beka interrupted after hurriedly crunching the ice and swallowing.

"No, you are a human woman so I would never insult you by treating you as a slave or by expecting you to offer this." He said this with such a serious expression.

Beka was a slightly confused.

"So Nietzschean guys don't like getting head, because it's the custom?"

A purely masculine look crossed his face and his tone was fierce and harsh, "Of course we all want it, I. Enjoyed. Every. Moment." She saw him take a deep breath before he continued and did not doubt his sincerity. "But, as an Alpha male it would be dishonorable for me to ask you.."

Beka interrupted again, "What if I demand it? What if..I insisted as your lover and as the Matriarch to the right to go down on you?...Wouldn't it be your duty to allow this?"

Beka grinned, it wasn't often you saw a dumbfounded Nietzschean Alpha male. Not knowing how long Rhade was going to just stare at her Beka prompted,"..And you did enjoy it...right?"

Rhade's face looked feral as he growled," Allow me my freedom and ask that again."

"Ah..tempting ...but no." Something occured to Beka,"Telemachus, have you ever had...?"

"No" he admitted quietly, "and I am glad you did..and it was with you."

Beka started blinking and she knew a huge smile was spreading across her face.

"Beka, kiss me," Telemachus told her.

"Um...I'll taste like you," protested Beka. She knew how most guys didn't like the idea.

If anything Rhade's expression turned more territorial and he ordered,"Beka..now!"

She leaned over him and complied, their tongues battling as they dipped and stroked.

She pulled back and groused,"You're pretty bossy for a prisoner."

Rhade rumbled,"Beka, why is it you want me still tied up?"

"Because my silly captive, I'm not done with you yet."

His gaze narrowed and Beka quickly replaced his gag. Rhade glared at her but lifted his head for her to readjust the knot. Her fingers could not resist burying themselves in the sable strands.

"Telemachus, I want to mention something..and you know.. it's just an idea that you might want to do.." She was idlely stroking his chest with her other hand as she knelt by his head, their faces still close together. Beka prayed to the Divine that she wouldn't blush. She took a deep breath and said in a casual tone.

"I know you do have respect for me...but if you ever wanted to pretend..that I was your slave..and you could..um.." Her embrassment melted under his heated gaze. She gave him a now confident sultry smile. She leaned close and purred into his ear. "You could tie me up however you wanted, order me around, I could pretend to be meek or pretend to fight you.. make me do anything..fuck me anywhere...any way...you could have me kneeling like I am doing now, but at your feet and grab me by the hair and force your cock in my mouth and fuck my mouth...and I would love it..."

Beka had ignored the strange sounding growls but the ripping noise got her attention. Not of the silk scarves but of the leather of the weight bench Rhade was gripping. She realized it was time to calm her Nietzschean if she wanted to finish her fanasty. She just had gotten a little carried away there. Beka wisely shut up and stroked his hair soothingly while her other wandering hand stilled, resting on his heaving chest. She watched his flaring boneblades to judge his calmness. They stilled after a few long moments and she deemed it safe. Beka patted his chest and said in a casual voice again "Well, I'll just let you work out the details."

Telemacus turned his head, slitted his eyes and gave her a long 'I will get you later' look.

Beka tried not to appear too pleased at his silent threat. She spent a long moment just looking at Rade's splendid body, one hand stroking his hair the other playing with his necklace. Her eyes could not help being drawn to his manhood arching over his taunt belly in a bold thick curve . He was fully erect again, she guessed her provocative suggestions were the cause, and twitched under her heated stare. A pearl of pre-cum gracing the tip teased her unfairly. She complained to Rhade. He groaned. Gravity caused it to form into a glistening strand that slowly stretched to his belly from where his cock curved up over his shallowly panting stomache. Her palm caressed down his chest and her fingertips scooped from the small pool forming. Beka brought her hand to her lips and sucked her damp fingers watching Rhade's face. His eyes were hungry and fierce as they followed the movements of her fingers. She repeated the gesture but this time licking them before interting them between her lips and then drawing her fingers in and out as his gaze darkened. Beka grinned, returning to the growing pool of pre-cum she let her fingertips play for a moment before bringing them to her breast. Taking Rhade's essense she swirled it around her nipple and them slowly covered her areola, leaving it shiny after her anoting was done. Rhade was rumbling from deep in his chest, the sound part growl part purr. It let her know he loved what he was seeing but was frustrated that all he could do was look. Sighing as she removed her fingers from his hair, Beka lifted her skirt and stood holding it bunched up in front of her. Her fingers playing again in the shiny fluid, gathered more and slowly spread it over the supple skin where her curls once grew before Rhade shaved her. Her hand made another trip to smooth more lower over her feminine folds, leaving them glistening when she was done. Rhade had become silent as he watched her and Beka felt the tension vibrate in the air around them.

Beka had planned on continuing her torment, perhaps going down on him a second time to get him hard all over again- but that obviouly was unnecessary. She also realized that her own arousal was demanding satisfaction that only Rhade's cock deep inside her could appease.

"Can you slide down the bench more so your knees are over the edge?" Beka asked.

Telemachus immediatly complied. Beka swiftly swung her leg over so she was standing straddling him and looked down at his tense waiting body. Disgruntled, she realized her skirt was in the way. Rather than trying to remove it now she tucked the material in her front waistband freeing her hands. One of them dipped between her thighs and parted her soft folds while the other circle the width of his cock gently guiding it back so it alined with her opening. Poised above him Beka found Rhade's stillness a little unsettling. She got the distinct inpression that he was just waiting...waiting until she was closer before he pounced as she saw his sharp hot gaze judge the short distance their bodies were separated.

Beka paused and ordered softly,"Telemachus..I want you to stay motionless for me."

Rhade's eyes jerked from their focus on her pussy to meet her gaze. His now held a very thwarted expression. She waited until he grudingly nodded. Beka bent her legs slightly until she felt the blunt slick head of his cock rubbing against her owm damp core. She rocked back and forth, holding him in place as her inner moisture ran down to meet his.

"I love how wet we get for each other.. how our juices mix together..ahhh" Beka's body betrayed her and her weakened knees gave enough for the crown of Rhade's cock to breech her. She caught herself and allowed the stretching sensation to wash over her. Beka took a deep breath and as she sighed, sunk down him. Letting gravity help her as she forced all of his cock to impale her, coming to a gasping halt when she was imbedded to the hilt with his hardness. She dimly heard a harsh cry wrung from Rhade as her body adjusted itself to the length and girth of his cock buried deep inside her. Beka felt so full and as she stayed still wanting to wallow in this sensastion. But the tremmors of Telemachus' body flowed up through her and she focused on her lover as well. His head was thrown back and he stared sightlessly at the ceiling a grimance of intense pleasure frozen on his face. It actually worried Beka a bit, because she knew she would start moving soon. She leaned forward her body shifting and tighting around him and a hiss escaped him. Beka rested her arms on his chest and cupped his beard rough cheeks.

"Rhade, the ride's just starting." "If you you want to come, go head and you can just catch up for another one."

A determined look crossed his face and Beka wanted to roll her eyes.

"I like the idea of you coming twice inside me...filling me up," she purred. Rhade still looked stubborn.

Beka knew he had no concept of the range of motion this postion of lovemaking allowed her. The very few times she had briefly been on top in their short relationship she had been clasped closly to his chest or his hands had held her hips for his thrusts. She didn't think Nietszchean stamina and control could hold out against Captain Valentine in the pilot's seat. She grinned. Beka planted a kiss in the center of his beautiful chest and reached behind her to tuck the back of her skirt in the waist band, safely out of the way. Then bracing her hands on his shoulders Beka rose partially, bent her knees and braced her booted feet. She lifted up along the length of him until she felt the rim of his cock's crown pull at her outer lips and then bore down. It wasn't smooth, not enough lubercation and adjustment time for her body, so Beka grit her teeth and ground her hips into his. Knowing the mass and breadth of her lover's Nietzschean body Beka felt no hesitation, Rhade might try to hold back in their lovemaking but she wasn't planning on showing any mercy. As her strokes quickened their slickness allowed her to start slamming into his hips. His grunts echoed her rhythm. She released his shoulders to curl her fingers around the edges of the bench and increased her leverage and force, their sweat slicked bodies slapping together. Beka was glad, for a moment later Rhade arched powerfully up, and the movement might have thrown her except for her grip on the metal and leather. She pushed back, hooking one leg under the bench and grinding her pussy into his shuddering jerking body. She felt him exploding deep within her and warm wettness wash over her heated core as he cried out. As he relaxed, Beka rested too and took fortifing lungfuls of air. She had barely held off her owm orgasm but it had been worth it to watch Rhade's face. His expression of strained almost agony followed by pure bliss had been beautiful.

She felt him soften inside her and began to gently rock her hips, making sure there was no danger of him slipping out. With every rock she added a squeeze of her inner muscles. Milking him and enjoying the tiny noises escaping the gag. She relented and stilled but kept her pussy pressed firmly against him, lowering to rest on his torso. After a few long moments she stretched, rubbing her skin along his. Nuzzling her nose into his beard she bit Rhade's chin. She saw him tilt his head down and drag his eyes open. Beka flashed her famous 'Valentine' smile and waggled her eyebrows up and down. Rhade blinked.

She bowed her head and began to lick the sweat from his neck and collerbones, adding an occasional nibble. Pausing to suck on his nipples she let her nails gently raked down his sides to knead his hard hips. Grinning into his chest as she felt him stir inside her. Beka slowly sat up and started a rolling rhythm back and forth and began squeezing her inner muscles again, but instead of milking him it now caused him to harden further. Increasing her pace she settled into riding Rhade's growing shaft. She wet her fingertips in her mouth and reached down to play with the tight points of Telemachus' nipples. Rolling and flicking them, Beka knew she was turning them into aching nubs. Beka felt intense pleasure at the sensations dancing through her body as Rhade's growls started echoing again in the room. Her skirt had fallen in the back and with every movement she felt the slinky fabric slither and caress both of their hips and thighs. Sliding her hands again to his broad shoulders she increased the pace of her undulations. Lift, lower, roll, grind, return and start over, it drew her into a mindless wash of intense sensation. Feeling her smooth hairless pussy rasp against the rough curls at the root of his cock, the press of her clit along the unforgiving hardness of him and the incredible fullness of having him so deep inside her. Beka just rode. Until suddenly an orgasm crashed over her unexpectly, leaving her shuddering and sobbing in its wake. When she regained awareness she found she had collasped on Rhade's chest. She propped herself up an shaky elbows to look down, on Telemachus' face was a tender expression. Then masculine devilment crossed his face. He wiggled his eyebrows. Beka laughed.

"Torturing is very tiring, I believe I will need some assistance now."

Rhade appeared exceedingly eager. She regained her breath and rose to a sitting postion again.

She warned,"Careful you don't buck me off."

Rhade's expression grew determined. His powerful hips began pistoning in short strong pulses and Beka arched her back. Her hands reached behind her and she let her nails furrow along the tops of his thighs. She listened to the wet sounds their bodies were making and Rhade's rough rumbling noises. She brought one hand to curl around his waist as her other dipped under the back of her skirt. With just her fingertips Beka caressed Rhade's balls. He spread his thighs slightly wider to give her access to his sack and her nails ever so gently raked the soft taunt skin there. His thrusts gained force and she now gripped the anchor of his waist with both hands. She looked down at his persperation slicked torso and admired the glistening rolling muscles and his bulging biceps as he gripped the bench above his head. She knew he did not need the leavage so guessed it was to keep his self-control. His bearded chin was tucked into his chest as he watched where their bodies were joined and moving together. Beka thought her skin appeared very pale against the tanned darkness of Rhade and vowed next time to remember to get rid of the skirt first, but there was no way she was going to try removing now. Not when she felt another climax building to crest. With other lovers in the past she would often close her eyes to concetrate on her own orgasms but with Telemachus her arousel was enhanced so much by watching him and his desire. His expression was fierce and filled with pained pleasure. She knew he was holding at bay his own orgasm so she could reach another. She moved one hand and combed through his dark pubic hair and then used her fingers to captured some of their mixed juices. Taking her slick wet digets Beka rubbed and circled her hard nub that was aching with pent up desire and urged Rhade to join her in climaxing. Together they exploded and their tremors and shudders kept triggering each other causing aftershocks of sensation.

Slumping to his chest again Beka mummured,"Hold me."

She heard a ripping sound as Rhade easily shredded his bonds and his strong arms enfolded her. Beka's ear resting on his chest echoed with his thundering hearbeats and she felt herself rise and fall with his breaths. She felt the ship's cycled air cooling their heated bodies and causing her skirt draped around their thighs to flutter.

Andromeda's image sprung to staticy life next to them. "Beka and Rhade, Harper has made my hologram program fully functional again," she informed them in a proud tone.

"Umm..that's great," Beka responded in a startled voice as she pressed her bare breasts harder in Rhade's chest. He was making a garbled noise.

Andromeda crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at them. "That is not the proper function for that piece of equipment, what.."

"Privacy Mode!" Ordered Rhade after pulling the scarf dowm.

Andromeda huffed and disappeared.

"Rhade that wasn't very nice," laughed Beka.

"I don't have to be nice, I'm Nietzchean!"

Rhade gently eased her off his softing cock as she made a little sad noise. He kissed her cheek and gathered their clothing, hurriedly pulling on his pants as she tiredly sat on the bench and giggled. Kneeling, Rhade instisted on relacing her vest and nuzzled her neck, nipping lightly. He unknotted the scarf from his neck and draped it around hers, pausing when he noticed the dampness in the middle of the silk from his mouth. Beka saw him frown and then he arranged a dry end to cicle her skin and the rest to dangle like an old-fashioned man's necktie. She marveled at Nietzschean resilence as she watched him put the towels in the hamper and gather their belongings. When Rhade picked up the rose she blushed.

"Thank you," he said, bending to give her a tender kiss. When he straightened Rhade grabbed the end of the scarf and pulled. Following the urging Beka looked down as she stood. The long black scarf wrapped his fist and circling her neck resembled ...a leash? Beka raised her eyes to Rhade's laughing, but still smouldering dark gaze.

"This is the part of your fanasty where the captive escapes his bonds and overtakes the ship."

"No, it's not," protested Beka.

"It is now." Said Rhade tugging on the silk with a smirk.

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The End (maybe)

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