We'd been writing frantically, Amanda and I, on both the AC and other projects, and I wanted - needed - a break. I had an awful hankering to read some Zaabon-torture (don't ask me why. If you're reading this you've probably realised that the very last thing I want to do is torture the gorgeous creature…) And I couldn't find any, dammit!!
So I wrote this.
It's more canon-based than most of my fics. And you might find it a little squicky - Amanda did…
I seem to have set myself a challenge as to how many different species I can make Zaabon!
I wondered why Zaabon looked so scared when Furiizaa ordered the Gyunyu Force to Namek…
Force
Zaabon, on his way back to the lake and hoping desperately that Vejiita was still alive, shivered in flight, his master's words burnt into his mind. The Gyunyu Force.
Zaabon knew the Gyunyu Force well…
It had started four standard years ago. Zaabon had heard of the Gyunyus, of course - you couldn't work for Furiizaa and not at least have heard of them, though very few had actually met them. They were Furiizaa's Elite, and they kept very much to themselves. Dodorya had seen them once, training, and had spoken in hushed terms of huge powers and massively elevated ki. Furiizaa used the Force whenever his Saiyan squads weren't going to be powerful enough - or refined enough - for a particular planetary purge: they were far more powerful and more skilled in the use of ki than the monkeys.
Zaabon knew that four of them outstripped his own power level by more than double - their captain by more than five times. And Guruto, the only member whose ki was less than his own, was rumoured to have some sort of strange ability with time that made his low power level more or less insignificant.
Zaabon's curiosity was aroused. Not that he was unhappy with his position as Furiizaa's lieutenant, of course - there were far less amenable 'careers' around than serving a son of the most powerful empire in that part of the universe. But he couldn't help but wonder what they were like…
He found out.
He'd been on duty for almost three full shifts since that pink idiot Dodorya was currently in a regeneration tank, and was feeling decidedly ragged. But he held himself at attention at Furiizaa's right hand when the Force reported back from their mission to Tobiishi. He hadn't been impressed. That… preening bunch of posers was Furiizaa's Elite Squad? They were an embarrassment! A joke! And extremely unattractive with it. (Well, except for Chiizu - he would be quite pretty if he'd only stand still and keep his mouth shut.)
Even Furiizaa seemed slightly embarrassed by their antics, although he was of course pleased with the clean, fast outcome of their mission. He'd dismissed them - and then, finally, dismissed Zaabon, who made his way gratefully to his quarters. Something quick to eat, a bath, then a long deep sleep…
Unfortunately, as he was to find out later, he'd aroused the Force's… curiosity...
"He's pretty."
"You sure it's a he?"
"I don't care what it is, I want a piece."
Chiizu sneered at Guruto.
"Think he'd look twice at you?"
The squat, four-eyed alien glared up at his team-mate - but couldn't really protest. He was well aware of how he compared to the rest of the Force, both physically and in ki terms: if it hadn't been for his time-freeze ability he probably wouldn't have made it into the squad in the first place.
Captain Gyunyu had been admiring himself in the wall-sized mirror in their spacious shared quarters: he glanced over his shoulder.
"I'm sure there's enough for all of us…"
"Heh, but you get to go first."
The horned head inclined as Gyunyu smirked.
"Of course."
Bataa frowned.
"Won't Furiizaa object?"
There was a moment's silence.
"Could always ask him."
The silence was a little longer this time. Furiizaa was capricious - he might agree, or he might forbid them to even look at his lieutenant. Right now he was pleased with them, and might be prepared to grant the favour. Then again, it depended on how much Zaabon meant to him.
Zaabon's opinion was immaterial, of course.
Gyunyu glanced at Bataa.
"You'd better do the asking."
Crimson eyes widened.
"Why me?"
Gyunyu shrugged elegantly.
"He's a lizard, you're a lizard - you stand more chance of a positive answer than any of the rest of us."
Hissing in annoyance, Bataa stalked back to Furiizaa's audience chamber…
He was back very quickly, a sly expression on his generally impassive face.
"He says yes, we can introduce ourselves to him."
Chiizu blinked.
"What?"
Bataa smirked.
"I asked if we could introduce ourselves to Zaabon - Furiizaa said yes."
Gyunyu stared for a moment, then grinned widely.
"Ah, I see. And he naturally assumed you meant the 'Hi how are you glad to meet you' kind of introduction…"
Bataa sniggered.
"Well, I suppose he did. And it's not my fault if he misinterpreted my words…"
Water was, if not exactly scarce, then at least a precious commodity on this little world: the vast majority of its inhabitants used the showers and recycled fluids. The exceptions were the few aquatic or amphibious aliens amongst Furiizaa's minions, who were allocated baths. And tonight Zaabon was deeply grateful that he was one of them.
His tub wasn't that big - just long and wide enough for him to lie flat comfortably - but it was deep, and the aeration unit ran the full length of the base, thoroughly oxygenating the cool water. He lay on the bottom, eyes closed, the gill slits along his sides rippling gently, his body soaking up the moisture it had lost while he'd been on duty.
It felt so good! He sighed, a stream of bubbles rising from gently smiling lips, and stretched as far as he could, long legs flexing as he worked the tension out of stiff muscle… He debated sleeping here - it would do him good to get thoroughly saturated again - but regretfully decided against it. He needed to be ready to respond instantly if Furiizaa called for him: his bed, a shallow sleep-pit lined with softly padded, sodden silky fabric, would have to do for now.
He could stay here a little longer, though…
Something grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him to the surface. Spluttering and thrashing, he found himself hauled bodily out of the bath and dumped on the floor, a heavy body straddling his hips, large hands pressing down on his chest as his head was pulled back, and a mouth descended on his…
Coughing up water as air was blown through gills that had been perfectly happy processing oxygenated liquid, Zaabon wheezed and retched, struggling to get out from under the body pinning him to the floor. The lips against his forced air down his trachea once more, then moved back - and Zaabon found himself blinking into a high-cheeked deep orange face framed by white hair.
"You OK?"
"Wh… what…?"
Chiizu grinned.
"You fell asleep. We got here just in time, by the looks of it…"
Zaabon stared, speechless, for a moment, then glowered up and around at the aliens smirking down at him, about to point out in no uncertain terms that he hadn't been drowning, when Guruto stuck a finger roughly into a gill slit…
Zaabon bit back a scream and yanked away from the ugly little being. Chiizu blinked, then peered down the smooth blue body, fingers brushing the edge of a sensitive aperture and peering into the dimness underneath.
"Gills? You're a fish?"
"Do I… look… like a… fish…?" Zaabon panted, teeth gritted against the pain.
"Oh I don't know." Bataa folded his arms and gazed down, head tilted to one side. "Blue, gold eyes - there are fish on my world with those colours. They don't have hair though. Or legs."
Chiizu smirked and tugged on the unravelling green plait.
"So what are you, then? Frog? Water snake? Lizard? Heh, that'd explain why Furiizaa keeps you close… Part of your duties, keeping him 'amused'?"
Guruto shoved a finger into another gill slit: Zaabon whimpered and arched away, to collide with Chiizu, who ran a hand slowly down his other side, tracing the edges of the three diagonal slashes with clinical detachment.
"Bit of a liability, these, aren't they? Though I suppose your armour keeps 'em safe most of the time…"
Zaabon took a deep breath and held himself still.
"I'd like to stand up."
Rikumu - who was still sitting heavily across Zaabon's hips, glanced at his captain. Gyunyu shook his head slightly.
"I don't think so. We have you pretty much where we want you." He glanced at the two smallest members of the Force - who each slid a hand under a gill slit and squeezed.
Zaabon saw white, the agony snatching away his breath, and grabbed their wrists, pulling, trying futilely to ease the pain. Through a haze of static he heard Chiizu's voice.
"Well, captain…?"
Gyunyu gazed down at the… creature on the floor, lovely face contorted, entirely at his squad's mercy, and wondered how far they should go. After all, Elite Force or not, Furiizaa would not be happy with them if they… permanently damaged… his lieutenant… He nodded to Guruto and Chiizu.
"Ease off. Don't want him too badly hurt."
Scowling, the pair yanked their hands out, wringing a cry from their captive as Zaabon wrapped his hands around his chest, trying to curl around himself - forget using ki, it was hard enough just to stay conscious! Distantly he felt Rikumu move, only to grab one of his ankles; Bataa caught the other, and together they forced his legs wide apart…
There was a stunned silence.
"What is he?"
He felt rough fingers prodding at the smooth skin between his legs, and almost grinned. His species' evolution had taken streamlining about as far as it could go with the humanoid form… He flinched as a fist landed on his groin.
"Heh, so there's some feeling there…" Chiizu glared into Zaabon's face. "C'mon, what's the trick? If your lot were so bloody efficient that you didn't need to get rid of wastes we'd all have known about you years ago."
Which was true - Furiizaa would have used the population for slave labour where resources were scarce… He bit back another cry as the fist landed again, more heavily this time, and shook his head…
"Don't want to tell, eh?" Chiizu smirked at Guruto. "Well, I think we can find a way to persuade you!"
And before Zaabon could draw breath, they'd both dragged off the lower halves of their uniforms, yanked him into a sitting position, each pulled a gill slit open, and shoved themselves inside…
Zaabon froze, agony-bright eyes staring at Gyunyu disbelievingly as the captain held his wrists with negligent ease: Chiizu and Guruto held the slits closed over their erections as they thrust eagerly into the wet, velvety interior…
He couldn't breathe. And if these two succeeded in coming whatever it was their respective species' used for semen, he'd quite likely choke - or bleed to death; he could feel gill filaments tearing…
Gyunyu frowned. Zaabon was paling, his skin becoming cold, his body traumatised, golden eyes dulling. He glanced to each side, shaking his head; the smaller members pulled out - Guruto distinctly reluctantly - and Zaabon slumped sideways, coughing up dark blue blood. Gyunyu scowled as more blood trickled from the gill slits - damn but the creature was fragile! - then glanced over his shoulder as Rikumu rumbled, "Look!"
He was pointing at Zaabon's groin. Still keeping his hold on cool blue wrists, Gyunyu, followed by the others, examined Zaabon's lower body…
Hn, interesting: being brutalised obviously lowered the creature's physical control. Some sort of thin fleshy patch had slid back, revealing a tiny opening between Zaabon's legs: another rather more substantial fold slid upwards, uncovering a long, smooth, softly cylindrical sheath tucked neatly into his groin. As he slowly regained his senses, Zaabon realised what was happening, and tried to cover up again, but Guruto tucked stubby fingers under the edges of both folds and forced them open, making their captive whimper. Gyunyu peered closer and prodded the firm sheath, then pulled it downwards, not too surprised when it slid back to reveal the tip of what was, most likely, Zaabon's penis, dark blue, the opening a long-armed star shape. Gyunyu ran a sharp black claw over the shiny taut flesh, pressing into the centre of the small hole, twisting his finger as he forced it into the narrow channel, ignoring Zaabon's sharp, gurgling intake of breath: Rikuma gripped his shoulders as he tried to pull away from the pain.
Gyunyu knelt back and eyed Zaabon thoughtfully.
"What are we to do with you?"
The others sniggered - the question was rhetorical, they all knew exactly what they were going to do…
They shoved Zaabon over onto his stomach. Gyunyu went first, forcing himself painfully into the impossibly small opening, claws digging deeply into his victim's shoulders, blood welling to join that still trickling from his sides. And now from between his legs. He bit into his lip, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream - but as Gyunyu grunted, came copiously and relinquished his place to Chiizu, it became harder and harder to remain silent. Gyunyu, for all his physical bulk, had been small. Big enough to tear delicate internal tissue, but nevertheless not large. Chiizu was an entirely different matter, big ridged organ forcing bleeding flesh apart…
Guruto had squatted at his head, and for one dreadful moment Zaabon thought he was going to have to try to take the ugly little alien into his mouth - but Gyunyu had shaken his head.
"Don't want him choking, now."
Be thankful for small mercies, Zaabon thought distantly to himself, breath gurgling through the blood in his throat.
He did scream when Bataa took him - the lizard's hemipenes were sharply barbed, and even the slightest movement was agony… Sobbing silently, face cloaked in his own hair, grimly waiting for it to be over, he could feel his temperature falling, his body sliding into shock, shaking… Finally Guruto knelt behind him, one hand cupping his sheath as the time-freezer rammed into his cool, abused body. Only semi-conscious, he hardly felt it…
Then they'd finished, and he was turned onto his back, half-closed eyes only vaguely making out their variously-coloured forms. One of them, Chiizu he thought, stroked his blood-soaked hair back from his face, then leaned down to lick along his lips, whispering.
"Very nice, pretty thing. I'll be seeing you again."
Gyunyu was leering as he ran claws up Zaabon's sheath.
"We all will. You're still alive!" He smirked at his squad members. "Quite an accomplishment, given our relative strengths…"
Zaabon gave a spluttering cough and rolled his head to the side, arms wrapped around his chest pressing against bruised gill slits, blood still trickling from within, his lower body one vast burning mass of pain threatening to overwhelm him. Lips parted, breathing as shallowly as he could, golden eyes pleading mutely for help… Gyunyu nodded.
"We'll get you to a tank. Don't want Furiizaa saying we don't look after his things!" He frowned. "I suppose you can use the tanks…?"
But Zaabon was at the end of his strength. As he passed out, he thought he heard someone mutter that they'd better get him to the doctors anyway, even if he couldn't use a tank he'd need some sort of medical attention…
Zaabon wrapped his arms around his ribs, body aching with remembered pain and a cold despair. They'd kept their word, when he was onworld, coming to him every time they got back from a mission - and singly, or in twos or threes, at other times as well. He'd never got used to it. If Furiizaa knew, he obviously didn't care.
And now they were coming here.
He had to find some way to avoid them.
He shook himself and continued his flight. Then again, if Vejiita hadn't survived, that little problem would become academic…
© 2003 June 14th Joules Taylor
