Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 56, AU, 18
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fredbassettTitle : Silk and Steel, Part 56
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester, Leek, Lyle, Ryan, Thomson, Miller, Rees
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester has been relieved of command and is in no position to help Ryan as events in the Interrogation Room take another unpleasant turn.
Warning : Slave!fic. This part contains scenes of violence, including rape.
A/N : Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deinonychus_1 , and Matt Rees by kind permission of telperion_15 .
The stench of sweat mingled with a new smell, one that Leek was all too familiar with, one that had its own unique odour. Fear.
Sir James Lester still looked like a graven image, his face frozen into a disdainful sneer, but even he couldn’t suppress his own body’s response to the tension-charged atmosphere in Viewing Room and he was now sweating heavily. Leek was used to confined spaces – he’d worked in the Prison Service for long enough – but even he was starting to find the Viewing Room claustrophobic, and he couldn’t even begin to guess the effect their stifling surroundings was having on the man whom Thomson had just stripped of command.
Thomson’s eyes rested on Lester’s white, pinched face for a moment, then the captain let out a long breath, as though he no longer had to put on an act, and transferred his attention back to the Interrogation Room.
Matt Rees, the unfortunate medic who’d presided over Ryan’s torture, had lowered the couch to which the captain had been strapped during the waterboarding to a horizontal position and had released Ryan from his restraints, placing him in the recovery position while the man continued to suck in deep, shuddering breaths. The young lieutenant, who had done his best to prevent the worst excesses of Thomson’s trained gorilla, was watching over Ryan carefully, concern in his dark eyes.
Sergeant Miller, by contrast, was still staring down at Ryan’s naked body, a distinctly predatory expression on his face. The man wouldn’t win any prizes in a beauty contest, and the twisted sneer on his lips only made matters worse. In addition, Leek wasn’t surprised to see that the man was sporting a very definite erection.
Leek felt his stomach churn and for a moment he wondered if he was going to be sick. The realisation that he’d ended up in the same state of arousal on several occasions in the past after watching men – and occasionally women – tortured half to death was one in which he took no pleasure. He took a step backwards, recoiling from his own memories as much as from the horrors he’d just witnessed.
He could see Lyle’s reflection in the one-way glass that separated the two rooms. Ryan’s close friend and second in command was looking as shocked as Leek felt, and a rivulet of sweat was making its way down his right temple, but Lyle had managed to keep his hands off his weapons and his temper in check. Although Leek knew – as no doubt did Thomson – that the threat of violence was only a hair’s breadth away.
On the other side of the glass window, Leek watched as Miller dropped one hand to the bulge in his trousers and started to rub at his groin. There were some men for whom the job of torturer carried its own perks. The only question was whether Thomson saw things the same way.
“Lieutenant Rees,” Thomson said, speaking into the intercom, his voice still carrying the tones of an upper class newsreader rather than a man who had just presided over the torture of another human being. “You may stand down. Please arrange for Captain Ryan’s own medic to attend him. I imagine he would prefer someone he knows to be with him in these circumstances. Also prepare a private room in the medical facility for Sir James and be ready to administer a drugs test. Dismissed.”
Rees turned towards the mirrored glass and saluted smartly, but Leek could tell that he was clearly unhappy with Thomson’s command. He cast a concerned glance at Ryan, lying on his side, his chest still heaving, before he glared warningly at Miller and then marched from the room, shoulders held stiffly.
Leek watched as Miller swung the door shut behind the departing lieutenant, his grin widening. Without even sparing a glance in the direction of the Viewing Room, Miller stepped forward and pushed Ryan flat on his stomach on the couch before seizing his hips in both hands and pulling the man towards the edge of the table, his legs hanging limply, feet barely touching the wet floor.
A sharp intake of breath from Lyle told Leek that his bodyguard knew exactly what was going to happen next. The air was still thick with enough tension to cut with a knife and Leek couldn’t risk losing Lyle’s protection just when Thomson’s game was nearing its climax – in more ways than one. He stepped back and laid a restraining hand on Lyle’s arm, more than half expecting Lyle to shake him off, but all the lieutenant did was continue to stare through the glass into the Viewing Room, his lips set in a hard line and murder flashing in his hazel eyes.
With a look of almost dreamy pleasure on his face, Miller quickly unzipped the fly of his black combat trousers and pulled out his hard cock. Leek watched as, before Lester’s horrified eyes, Miller roughly pulled apart the cheeks of Ryan’s arse, and then started to force his thick cock into Ryan’s already abused body. The moment he had achieved penetration, Miller started to thrust hard and fast, his eyes open and his hands gripping Ryan’s hips like a vise.
Leek knew it wouldn’t take long. It never did when someone was as hyped up as Sergeant Miller. He could testify to that from his own experience.
Lester’s mouth opened and Leek knew with a sick certainty that Thomson was about to be handed another coup on a plate. Part of his mind searched desperately for a way of diverting Lester, whilst at the same time, self-preservation screamed that this was not the moment to interfere.
Thomson transferred his gaze from the activities of his subordinate and let his eyes rest on Lester as the man clearly fought a hard battle for control. The captain raised one eyebrow, in a parody of Lester’s own favourite gesture, and Leek saw a spark of anger ignite in Lester’s eyes.
Lester moistened dry lips with the tip of his tongue and then said, in a voice as cold as a graveyard in winter, “I wasn’t aware of the fact that rape had become part of the army’s standard operating procedures. I must have missed that memorandum.”
Thomson met his gaze without an outward alteration in his expression. “With all due respect, Sir James, it’s never been the exclusive preserve of civilians.”
Leek watched the exchange with a mounting sense of incredulity as the sound of Miller’s heavy breathing filled any gaps. Sweat had broken out on the sergeant’s flushed face as he continued to pound into Ryan’s inert body, withdrawing fully between strokes before slamming back in again, blood now staining the back of Ryan’s thighs despite Lieutenant Rees's previous attempt at administering lubrication under the guise of a body cavity search. Leek hoped that the captain was too far gone from the earlier abuse to be aware of what was happening to him now, but then he noticed one white-knuckled hand clutching hard at the edge of the couch as Miller continued to shove his cock into Ryan.
“I suppose Sergeant Miller has to take any opportunity that presents itself,” Lester said, with a small, controlled sigh. “I can’t imagine he finds many willing partners.”
Miller stiffened, a groan falling from his lips as he emptied himself into Ryan’s body before pulling out and milking the last few drops of semen out of his cock with his own hand, allowing them to land on the pale skin of Ryan’s buttocks. Miller let out a long, satisfied sigh and wiped Ryan’s blood from his hand on his victim’s trembling body.
“Have you quite finished with this performance now, or is there another encore waiting in the wings?” Lester’s voice dripped venom. “A little light flogging, perhaps? Or maybe the extraction of a fingernail or two?”
Thomson smiled. “As I said before, I’d hate to drag this out any more than strictly necessary, Sir James.” Without even looking at the scene in the other room, he said loudly, “That will be all, Sergeant Miller.”
Miller leaned heavily on the couch for a moment, breathing deeply, a glazed look in his eyes. Then he tucked his limp cock back into his trousers, gave a more languid salute than usual and left the Interrogation Room just as Ryan slumped bonelessly off the narrow couch onto the white-tiled floor.
Leek couldn’t stand the close confines of the Viewing Room any longer. He grabbed the handle and yanked the door open, letting the fresher air of the corridor in as he realised, with a flash of irritation, that much of their physical discomfort had been caused by the fact that someone – almost certainly Thomson – had turned off the air-conditioning in the room.
“Lieutenant Lyle, you may attend Captain Ryan until your medic arrives. I will personally take responsibility for the Acting Director’s safety for the moment.” Thomson’s words dropped into the silence like a rock into a pond and Leek stood stock-still as the ripples flowed out and over him, threatening to swamp his already overloaded senses.
He opened his mouth, staring at Thomson like a man in a dream, then followed Lester’s example and closed it again. It wasn’t the moment to give away the turmoil in his head by asking any questions.
Beside him, Lyle acted more decisively. The lieutenant snapped to attention, directed a quick and immaculate salute at Thomson, a half-apologetic glance at Leek and then left the room, hurrying to Ryan’s side to kneel down on the wet tiles and cradle the injured man’s head in his lap.
“I thought for a moment he was about to say ‘I’ll be back’,” said Thomson, with something that looked very close to a real smile. The soldier drew himself to attention and saluted Leek in a way that left no room for doubt. “Master, if you have no objection, we will remain here until Lieutenant Owen arrives. Then I will accompany Sir James to the medical facility while Lieutenant Lyle returns to his duties with you. No doubt you will wish to prepare a report on this evening’s events for the Prime Minister.”
The sound of booted feet running down the corridor told Leek that he wouldn’t be without Lyle’s services for long. He inclined his head as graciously as he could, wondering what the hell Thomson was playing at. A few moments ago he’d been certain that the man had finally seized control of the Anomaly Project on behalf of the military; now the captain had just calmly and deliberately handed the reins back to him.
As Leek tried to gather his scattered thoughts together, his eyes met Lester’s. He’d expected to see many things there: confusion, hatred, shock even. What he hadn’t expected was amusement.
It was all Oliver Leek needed to confirm his suspicion that he really was in deep shit.
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester, Leek, Lyle, Ryan, Thomson, Miller, Rees
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester has been relieved of command and is in no position to help Ryan as events in the Interrogation Room take another unpleasant turn.
Warning : Slave!fic. This part contains scenes of violence, including rape.
A/N : Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of
deinonychus_1 , and Matt Rees by kind permission of telperion_15 .The stench of sweat mingled with a new smell, one that Leek was all too familiar with, one that had its own unique odour. Fear.
Sir James Lester still looked like a graven image, his face frozen into a disdainful sneer, but even he couldn’t suppress his own body’s response to the tension-charged atmosphere in Viewing Room and he was now sweating heavily. Leek was used to confined spaces – he’d worked in the Prison Service for long enough – but even he was starting to find the Viewing Room claustrophobic, and he couldn’t even begin to guess the effect their stifling surroundings was having on the man whom Thomson had just stripped of command.
Thomson’s eyes rested on Lester’s white, pinched face for a moment, then the captain let out a long breath, as though he no longer had to put on an act, and transferred his attention back to the Interrogation Room.
Matt Rees, the unfortunate medic who’d presided over Ryan’s torture, had lowered the couch to which the captain had been strapped during the waterboarding to a horizontal position and had released Ryan from his restraints, placing him in the recovery position while the man continued to suck in deep, shuddering breaths. The young lieutenant, who had done his best to prevent the worst excesses of Thomson’s trained gorilla, was watching over Ryan carefully, concern in his dark eyes.
Sergeant Miller, by contrast, was still staring down at Ryan’s naked body, a distinctly predatory expression on his face. The man wouldn’t win any prizes in a beauty contest, and the twisted sneer on his lips only made matters worse. In addition, Leek wasn’t surprised to see that the man was sporting a very definite erection.
Leek felt his stomach churn and for a moment he wondered if he was going to be sick. The realisation that he’d ended up in the same state of arousal on several occasions in the past after watching men – and occasionally women – tortured half to death was one in which he took no pleasure. He took a step backwards, recoiling from his own memories as much as from the horrors he’d just witnessed.
He could see Lyle’s reflection in the one-way glass that separated the two rooms. Ryan’s close friend and second in command was looking as shocked as Leek felt, and a rivulet of sweat was making its way down his right temple, but Lyle had managed to keep his hands off his weapons and his temper in check. Although Leek knew – as no doubt did Thomson – that the threat of violence was only a hair’s breadth away.
On the other side of the glass window, Leek watched as Miller dropped one hand to the bulge in his trousers and started to rub at his groin. There were some men for whom the job of torturer carried its own perks. The only question was whether Thomson saw things the same way.
“Lieutenant Rees,” Thomson said, speaking into the intercom, his voice still carrying the tones of an upper class newsreader rather than a man who had just presided over the torture of another human being. “You may stand down. Please arrange for Captain Ryan’s own medic to attend him. I imagine he would prefer someone he knows to be with him in these circumstances. Also prepare a private room in the medical facility for Sir James and be ready to administer a drugs test. Dismissed.”
Rees turned towards the mirrored glass and saluted smartly, but Leek could tell that he was clearly unhappy with Thomson’s command. He cast a concerned glance at Ryan, lying on his side, his chest still heaving, before he glared warningly at Miller and then marched from the room, shoulders held stiffly.
Leek watched as Miller swung the door shut behind the departing lieutenant, his grin widening. Without even sparing a glance in the direction of the Viewing Room, Miller stepped forward and pushed Ryan flat on his stomach on the couch before seizing his hips in both hands and pulling the man towards the edge of the table, his legs hanging limply, feet barely touching the wet floor.
A sharp intake of breath from Lyle told Leek that his bodyguard knew exactly what was going to happen next. The air was still thick with enough tension to cut with a knife and Leek couldn’t risk losing Lyle’s protection just when Thomson’s game was nearing its climax – in more ways than one. He stepped back and laid a restraining hand on Lyle’s arm, more than half expecting Lyle to shake him off, but all the lieutenant did was continue to stare through the glass into the Viewing Room, his lips set in a hard line and murder flashing in his hazel eyes.
With a look of almost dreamy pleasure on his face, Miller quickly unzipped the fly of his black combat trousers and pulled out his hard cock. Leek watched as, before Lester’s horrified eyes, Miller roughly pulled apart the cheeks of Ryan’s arse, and then started to force his thick cock into Ryan’s already abused body. The moment he had achieved penetration, Miller started to thrust hard and fast, his eyes open and his hands gripping Ryan’s hips like a vise.
Leek knew it wouldn’t take long. It never did when someone was as hyped up as Sergeant Miller. He could testify to that from his own experience.
Lester’s mouth opened and Leek knew with a sick certainty that Thomson was about to be handed another coup on a plate. Part of his mind searched desperately for a way of diverting Lester, whilst at the same time, self-preservation screamed that this was not the moment to interfere.
Thomson transferred his gaze from the activities of his subordinate and let his eyes rest on Lester as the man clearly fought a hard battle for control. The captain raised one eyebrow, in a parody of Lester’s own favourite gesture, and Leek saw a spark of anger ignite in Lester’s eyes.
Lester moistened dry lips with the tip of his tongue and then said, in a voice as cold as a graveyard in winter, “I wasn’t aware of the fact that rape had become part of the army’s standard operating procedures. I must have missed that memorandum.”
Thomson met his gaze without an outward alteration in his expression. “With all due respect, Sir James, it’s never been the exclusive preserve of civilians.”
Leek watched the exchange with a mounting sense of incredulity as the sound of Miller’s heavy breathing filled any gaps. Sweat had broken out on the sergeant’s flushed face as he continued to pound into Ryan’s inert body, withdrawing fully between strokes before slamming back in again, blood now staining the back of Ryan’s thighs despite Lieutenant Rees's previous attempt at administering lubrication under the guise of a body cavity search. Leek hoped that the captain was too far gone from the earlier abuse to be aware of what was happening to him now, but then he noticed one white-knuckled hand clutching hard at the edge of the couch as Miller continued to shove his cock into Ryan.
“I suppose Sergeant Miller has to take any opportunity that presents itself,” Lester said, with a small, controlled sigh. “I can’t imagine he finds many willing partners.”
Miller stiffened, a groan falling from his lips as he emptied himself into Ryan’s body before pulling out and milking the last few drops of semen out of his cock with his own hand, allowing them to land on the pale skin of Ryan’s buttocks. Miller let out a long, satisfied sigh and wiped Ryan’s blood from his hand on his victim’s trembling body.
“Have you quite finished with this performance now, or is there another encore waiting in the wings?” Lester’s voice dripped venom. “A little light flogging, perhaps? Or maybe the extraction of a fingernail or two?”
Thomson smiled. “As I said before, I’d hate to drag this out any more than strictly necessary, Sir James.” Without even looking at the scene in the other room, he said loudly, “That will be all, Sergeant Miller.”
Miller leaned heavily on the couch for a moment, breathing deeply, a glazed look in his eyes. Then he tucked his limp cock back into his trousers, gave a more languid salute than usual and left the Interrogation Room just as Ryan slumped bonelessly off the narrow couch onto the white-tiled floor.
Leek couldn’t stand the close confines of the Viewing Room any longer. He grabbed the handle and yanked the door open, letting the fresher air of the corridor in as he realised, with a flash of irritation, that much of their physical discomfort had been caused by the fact that someone – almost certainly Thomson – had turned off the air-conditioning in the room.
“Lieutenant Lyle, you may attend Captain Ryan until your medic arrives. I will personally take responsibility for the Acting Director’s safety for the moment.” Thomson’s words dropped into the silence like a rock into a pond and Leek stood stock-still as the ripples flowed out and over him, threatening to swamp his already overloaded senses.
He opened his mouth, staring at Thomson like a man in a dream, then followed Lester’s example and closed it again. It wasn’t the moment to give away the turmoil in his head by asking any questions.
Beside him, Lyle acted more decisively. The lieutenant snapped to attention, directed a quick and immaculate salute at Thomson, a half-apologetic glance at Leek and then left the room, hurrying to Ryan’s side to kneel down on the wet tiles and cradle the injured man’s head in his lap.
“I thought for a moment he was about to say ‘I’ll be back’,” said Thomson, with something that looked very close to a real smile. The soldier drew himself to attention and saluted Leek in a way that left no room for doubt. “Master, if you have no objection, we will remain here until Lieutenant Owen arrives. Then I will accompany Sir James to the medical facility while Lieutenant Lyle returns to his duties with you. No doubt you will wish to prepare a report on this evening’s events for the Prime Minister.”
The sound of booted feet running down the corridor told Leek that he wouldn’t be without Lyle’s services for long. He inclined his head as graciously as he could, wondering what the hell Thomson was playing at. A few moments ago he’d been certain that the man had finally seized control of the Anomaly Project on behalf of the military; now the captain had just calmly and deliberately handed the reins back to him.
As Leek tried to gather his scattered thoughts together, his eyes met Lester’s. He’d expected to see many things there: confusion, hatred, shock even. What he hadn’t expected was amusement.
It was all Oliver Leek needed to confirm his suspicion that he really was in deep shit.