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LESSONS: SUBJECTIVITY

Title:
Lessons: Subjectivity

Author: jracklesfan77

Show: DA

Genre: Angst, Sex, Bond

Characters: Alec, Milaiina (OFC)

Warning: Sex bordering on torture

Rating: NC-17

Series: Fic #1. Standalone

Written: 30 January 2007
Summary: Milaiina teaches Alec about
subjectivity.

EIDOLON UNIVERSE. Future fics to come.

Disclaimer:
Dark Angel and all related elements
belong to Cameron Eglee Productions and FOX - yada yada. No copyright infringement intended. Only
original characters and ideas are mine. All use of Dark Angel themes, etc. is purely for
entertainment purposes and I am in no way receiving benefit of any kind from this (aside from the
satisfaction of writing things as I see fit!)

PART
ONE

Alec slowly came to consciousness under the
light caress of fingertips ghosting along his jaw and down his neck. Hands splayed across
his shoulders and muscled, upper arms. Once upon a time, he would have exulted in the
skillful manipulations of an experienced lover, but Milaiina wasn't just any lover; she was
his Mistress.

Milaiina was the daughter of a prominent,
elite ranking member of the Conclave. Her father was one of the most powerful Familiars and rumor
had it that he was married to an equally, if not more important, Priestess. Alec had never
had the pleasure of meeting his Mistress' family, and from fragments of whispered stories
shared in dark corners between slaves, Alec was certain he hoped he never would.

He kept his mind as detached as possible
from his body. Though he knew if he caved and gave Milaiina the pleasure she sought he
would be praised and possibly rewarded, he couldn't bring himself to care all that much.
Where having sex had once been a pleasurable experience for Alec, it had now become a
tiresome chore and he was the whore.

As hard as he tried to ignore it, his
Mistress was rousing a powerful response from both his mind and body; a body eager and
alive, ready and wanting, and a mind spurning her advances yet defeated; knowing he would
crumble defenseless under her touch. Fighting, pain and torment were easy to
overcome when compared to sexual torture such as this.

Silken hair wisped across his naked torso
making his nipples tighten in response. Her warm hand slid down his stomach and wrapped
around his semi-flaccid prick. Rubbing now, up and down his length, her strokes became
bolder, surer, stronger.

Down boy, stay down! By all that's good
and holy, stay down!

When Alec refused to play according to the
rules, Milaiina decided he needed a little incentive. Clenching his cock in her fist, she
grasped his balls and squeezed, watching in sadistic pleasure as Alec pressed his lips close
together and a tear escaped the corner of one eye.

"Are we on the same page now, Pet?" she
purred in his ear, not easing her grip in the slightest.

An inarticulate grunt and a violent shake
of his head were enough for her to loosen her hold on his sore nuts, but the pressure on his
shaft was the same. When he could form coherent thought, he grit his teeth and seethed.

Why do I always try? The results are the
same; she ends up thinking I like it rough. And rough, by Familiar standards, makes
Manticore seem like child's play. Fuck!

A quick pinch to the glans and his body
jerked, eyes snapping open with haste. "Yes, Mistress," he groaned, forcing his body to
relax. Milaiina took that as her cue to begin 'loving' her slave in earnest.

There never was much in the way of foreplay
for him; Milaiina made sure he catered to her every whim and desire, but denied him his own
save for readying him for penetration. If he tried to control their encounters, she punished
him. If he didn't take enough control, she punished him. Sex with Milaiina was nothing like
making love to the girl he'd fallen in love with before Seattle fell. This wasn't making
love, there was no tenderness between lovers; it was fucking, hard and sweaty and fast.

Didn't it used to be a guy thing, the
whole 'Wham bam, thank you, ma'am'?

He groaned as she sank her teeth into his
fleshy, lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Swiping at the trickle with her tongue, she
forcefully shoved it into his mouth, letting him taste the metallic tang. She growled
hungrily, eyes darkening to match his own, as he slowly became hypnotized by primitive
awareness. Milaiina's sharp, claw-like nails raked down his chest, leaving angry, red,
weeping trails in their wake.

She liked to mark him. Test him. Push him.
He never knew what to expect as Milaiina rarely played the same game twice. Sometimes hard,
sometimes soft. At times rough and at others gentle and loving. She was fire and ice, demon
and angel and always, always flawed. She was a dark enchantress; her
fantasies could have been considered kinky if they didn't hurt more than pleasure. Stranger
how it seemed that regardless of the fact that BDSM wasn't something he had ever been
into, he was majorly turned on even at the height of his pain. It both sickened and excited
him.

Yes, god, yes, that thing you're
doing, keep doing it! One of the first things he'd figured out about Milaiina, back in
the days when she treated him as an equal sexual partner, was that she knew how to handle
the merchandise. And GOD! was she handling it now.

His cock was raging. Whatever his Mistress
was doing had his blood boiling in his veins and roaring in his ears. He was hard, rock hard
and solid, and...Oh! FUCK!

Burning wax on his bare skin was not
something he could accustom himself to. The pain would have been fleeting, and perhaps even
pleasant in small doses. But, no. That would be letting Alec off too easy. Milaiina liked to
drizzle designs and then pull the hardened wax off his skin. The baby-fine hairs that came
with it must have been an added bonus, and the flinching was another excuse for the paddle
and flogger. He gasped at the tearing hair and throbbing of his chest and stomach, the sharp
sting on his thighs from the leather straps of her whip.

She dripped hot wax onto his left nipple,
not waiting for it to harden before moving on to the other. They combined and flowed down
the center of his chest, pooling just above his navel. The heat intensified and tiny knives
of fire seemed to be stabbing through his abdomen. After peeling away the hardened excess,
Milaiina encircled the tender, reddened flesh with ice, enjoying every moan and shudder from
the man beneath her, writhing in anything but delight.

Any shift could cause him agony but his
Mistress was not to be denied, and when she clambered over the bed and positioned her
soaking cunt above his mouth, leaning forward and brushing the swollen tips of her breasts
down the overly sensitive surface of his skin, he knew better than to refuse her. He teased
up and down her drenched slit, flicking his tongue over the hardened nub of her sex. He
suckled hard on her pussy lips, grazing with his teeth, soothing with his tongue, blowing
light puffs of air. She arched her back, grinding her groin into his face. He had been a
quick study once she'd taken him as her own; he bent easily to her will.

He was hurting all over. While the damage
inflicted would have caused his cock to wilt, his Mistress knew how to keep him turgid and
raging. He kept at her core with his tongue, lapping her essence and doing mathematical
equations in his head to try and stave off the pain, when suddenly his mind went blank with pleasure.
Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his stiff cock, taking him in until he could feel the sensitive
head nudge the back of her throat.

It was for moments like these that Alec
lived; the rare times when Milaiina would treat him as a lover and not a fuck post. The few
blissful minutes when he was allowed to experience a small measure of joy amidst all the
suffering. It was also times like these that made him feel guiltier than ever; his friends
were mostly dead - or as good as - and he was the one that had made it all happen. He shouldn't be-

Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Where did
she learn to do that!?

Somewhere along the way, Milaiina had taken
him completely in, nads and all, and was humming and swallowing convulsively around him. He
bucked off the mattress, eager to be deeper, desperate for the release she'd kept him from
reaching all this time.

Ungguhhhhh! Just a little more, yes, yes
YES, almost there, I'm gonna cum, oh God, gonna cum, gonnacumgonnacugonnacu-

He slipped from her mouth with a plop and
bounced, slapping against his stomach. The torment of aching need for relief left him
groaning her name, "Mistress! Please...!"

She backhanded him with a curt shake of the
head and put a finger to her lips. "You know better than that, Precious. On your feet!" she
commanded, reaching overhead for the hanging cuffs. "I want to try something different."

Alec's body was coiled tightly and taut
from unspent tension. He forced himself to roll off the bed, planting one foot next to the
other before rising upright. Deceptively strong, slim hands shackled his wrists to the metal
cuffs and secured him in place. His toes barely scraped the floor. The position stretched
his sore muscles and scalded torso and stomach, his aching cock straining for something out
of reach.

Milaiina lifted Alec's chin with a
perfectly manicured hand and traced down his throat to his nipples, tweaking once for good
measure. With his attention fully on her, she fondled herself, rubbing her hands over her
flesh, kneading the soft mounds of her breasts, pinching her nipples. Little moans escaped
her lips as she pleasured herself. Harder, he thought hazily, watching her fingers
roughly work her body. She liked it hard more often than not.

Her right hand skimmed down her flat
stomach over her pussy and rested there a moment, massaging the soft flesh of her mound.
Alec could see the juices glistening on the dark thatch of hair just before she sunk her
middle finger between her folds. Back and forth, in and out, her finger, now accompanied by
a second digit, played wetly within her core, Milaiina's panting, breathless moans causing
Alec's body to tighten further in response.

Just fuck me already, goddamit! He
was frustrated and hurting and all he wanted to do was curl up and die; after he'd cum, of
course. If she left him like this now, he's be useless later - and unwilling. But perhaps
that was what she intended. To have another round later and to punish him more?

He staggered beneath the weight and the
momentum of the woman now wrapped around his waist. The metal cuffs dug into his wrists, the
only things holding both himself and Milaiina upright. She'd flung her arms around his neck,
digging her nails into the patch of skin decorated by his barcode, knowing it was more
sensitive there. Milaiina had one more trick up her sleeve, though; Alec hadn't seen the
flogger in her hand.

She impaled herself upon his shaft, her
moist channel cocooning and welcoming in its warmth. Force and strength were all that would
get him through this, he knew; sheer force of will and Transgenic staying power. He thrust
into her savagely, knowing from experience and not just a few 'lessons' just how she liked
to be fucked. She rutted against him, rubbing up and down, arms secured around his upper
arms and hooked over his shoulders from behind. He was close as it was, but knew better than
to come before his Mistress.

Alec's pistoning hips caused his cock to
surge deeply inside her molten cunt. Her inner muscles clamped around him and he trembled, a
quivering mass of hardened flesh, overheated and ready to explode. And yet he held back;
Milaiina was close to cresting, but not quite there, and the breaths he took in wait were as
measured as could be under the circumstances.

The only warning he had was a quick swish
of air, before a flash of - "Ngggngahnnnnn
FUUUUCK!" - sliced across his buttocks and over his scrotum from behind where the
flogger cracked against his ass. His testicles
were burning; white-hot fire racing through his veins, and the shock, pain and pleasure
caused him to cum too soon.

But luck was on his side, and Milaiina's
body shook around him in release, her wordless cries lost in the inflamed flesh of his
chest until the violent spasms died out and she slid down his battered frame.

Milaiina smiled at Alec softly, gently
cupping his cheek and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before reaching up to release him from his bonds. Silently, she helped him
to the bed, laid him on his back and gently tended to his wounds and abrasions. The sweet
oblivion of sleep called to him and lulled him into darkness, his head pillowed on Milaiina's stomach, her fingers threading through his silky hair. Fully sated, she left him
to slumber's embrace, following shortly after.

Every session ended like this: Alec, bruised
and broken, having come so many
times it should have been a physical impossibility, his body begging to be left alone and
never touched again. And Milaiina, a huge smile upon her face, seemingly empowered by their
coupling and completely refreshed.

His rest had been short-lived, but for once
he was thankful. The shift of weight in the bed alerted Alec to the fact that his Mistress
was rising to face the day. Finally, a reprieve, he thought contentedly. Alec lay there silently, watching from the
corner of his eye as she lazily dressed and he allowed himself wistful dreams of times past.
Dreams and memories of
waking up warm in his own bed, taking his sweet time and arriving late to work, wrapping Normal
around his little finger, bantering with Max, baiting Logan...good times.

But then reality
smacked him like a bitch with one hell of a left hook.

"It should have taken by now," she
murmured. "I should have already been heavy with child! You haven't gotten into Garred's private stores, have you?" she asked softly, her
quiet words belying the strength beneath.

I was supposed to be the best, a perfect
stud. Manticore made me perfect. Why can't my little swimmers get the damn job done?!
For fuck's sake, I won't be able to perform if she keeps at it like this.

"No, Mistress," he reached for the
words she needed to hear, the words he had to say, and barely wrested them from between his
lips, "I wouldn't betray you!"

She merely raised
an eyebrow at his declaration. "Like you didn't betray me before? Hmm? Well," she continued,
"never mind that. You know what happens to thieves."

He nodded spiritedly and she laughed. Alec
had seen first-hand what happened to thieves under the reign of Familiar leadership; the
perpetrators had their hands held in a vat of liquid acid and were then left to die a
drawn-out and excruciatingly painful death.

Milaiina noted his distress and took pity
on her lover. "Now, now, Pet," she cooed against the shell of his ear, smirking when he
shivered beneath her lips. "I was playing with you! You were so good last night," her eyes
softened as she looked at him, "and this morning, lover. Played me like..." Alec
tuned her out, wondering instead at the puzzles and mental games he might occupy his mind
with when she'd gone.

Alec knew he complained quite a bit, but he
had it so much better than others of his kind and he knew he shouldn't. Even so, that didn't
make it any easier on him. A vigorous sexual work-out for all hours of the night and early
morning were part of the job description. The mind-numbing boredom that followed was what he
couldn't get used to.

Alec wasn't looking forward to the rest of
the day. His days were empty and unbearably long. He had no other duties besides siring The
Third and keeping the house-slaves in line. He was allowed select books that were screened
and deemed acceptable, and the few television shows permitted by the Conclave just didn't
catch his fancy for long. Music was no longer appealing either; music meant dancing,
laughter, happiness and fun - none of which were within him to experience any longer.

Alec turned his focus back to Milaiina just in time to hear her
say, "So good, in fact, that I've decided to reward you."

He looked up sharply at this. He'd learned
long ago that in this world, rewards were for the benefactor, not the recipient. He dreaded
what she might 'reward' him with.

"Nightfall tonight begins the festival of
Agesil. We give offerings to the Goddess of Livestock who feeds and clothes us." Her eyes
glinted dangerously with a combination of lust and glee. She smiled darkly and Alec
swallowed hard. That look never boded well for anyone.

"There is a special event, the 'Hhu
Perthros Kota Uros'. You shall join me as my guest."

He wanted to question her, to discover what
it was about this event that had her so excited and predatory, but he bit his tongue and
kept his own counsel.

She was quick to catch the changing
expressions that stole across his features. She flicked a finger under his chin and planted a
light kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I assure you, Pet," she practically purred
at him, "it will be quite sporting."

Without another word, she turned and left
the room, her silver laughter trailing behind her, sending a wave of foreboding shuddering
though him.

-FIN-
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