MAS-Z #4 First Teaser
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slashbluegreenSubmission for issue #4 is closed and here is the first teaser!
Story: RAGE
Theme: Space Pirates, M/M, non-con
Author: Gwendolen
Illustrator needed. Interested artists please contact me via http://www.mas-zine.com or via livejournal.
Teaser:
Arbeitstitel: Rage
The pilot on the other hand could have stepped out of one of the
recruitment-vids of the Space Service; tall, broad-shouldered with straight golden brown hair that fell in a single braid down his back. A lightly tanned face with high cheekbones and startling blue-grey eyes. A face like this would draw many men and women into the service. And the talent the young man had shown during chase and subsequent capture of the messenger would put him on the fast track within the Space Service. Other captains would be standing in line to snap him up - talent was always wanted and when it came wrapped in such a beautiful package even more so.
Daray smirked when he noticed that the pilot was glaring at him and
continued with his perusal, making it more obvious until the young man
shifted nervously and blushed. One of the guards snickered slightly.
Osmond's voice interrupted his amusement. "Mr. Keelone, it seems that our dear captain isn't very cooperative maybe you could help persuade her."
Daray focused his attention back on the woman and Osmond. She still looked undisturbed while Osmond appeared slightly exasperated though he still kept his jovial, charming mask. Like her he was a man who preferred maintaining control, of himself and those around him. Meeting resistance challenged his control and that was the one thing he wouldn't accept.
Daray knew this just like he knew that the next couple of hours wouldn't be pleasant for the captain and her two officers. Osmond would get what he wanted, one way or the other. And with his it was usually the other way, the normally very painful one. "Anything specific you had in mind, Captain?" he drawled.
"How about a demonstration of the crew's persuasive argumentation?"
Understanding what that meant, Daray nodded to Mykt, one of the crewmember near the door and raised his left hand, indicating that he wanted four more men. The man inclined his head in understanding and disappeared through the door. Then he touched the controls on the walls opposite Osmond's desk and watched as the walls folded back, revealing the adjoining conference room.
This was one of the things he liked about Osmond's office, with the wall
gone the room was larger and he had more space to do as the Captain had
asked. It was a practical arrangement as it allowed Osmond to view what was happening in the conference room without moving away from his desk.
The implements stored in build-in cabinets with sheer doors made it clear that the conference room was used for much more than conferring with fellow officers or crewmembers.
Captain Keller was off-limits, making her suffer would be pointless, making her watch her one of her crew being tortured would be much more effective.
Osmond like effective and creative; mind-games bound in physical pain.
That left him the two men to play with. Daray thoughtfully studied them.
Which to take. The mixed-blood or the pretty boy? Not much of a choice, was there? The pilot was still young enough and inexperienced enough to loose control and react emotionally, just the way Daray needed him to react.
By now Mykt had returned with the requested four crewmember, all men who'd participated in the persuasion of prisoners before, men who knew how to obey orders and weren't particularly reluctant about it. One might even call them enthusiastic with strong tendencies towards sadism. Exactly what was needed.
Though maybe pretty boy wouldn't agree with him.
Daray stepped up to the young pilot who was still glaring at him. The glare intensified when two men grabbed his arms from behind and held him in position. He grasped the man's chin and held his face in place. This close he could see that he'd been wrong about the eye-colour, there was a hint of green and cold mixed in with the blue. Daray smirked at the indignation and fury he could see in those eyes and brushed his thumb slowly along the boy's soft lower lip. When the other man snapped at his finger Daray hit him across the face, hard. The two men holding him reacted quickly, changing their grip; one twisting the arm he held until the young man groaned in pain while the other wound the pilot's long braid around one hand and used this hold to keep him in place. His face twisted in pain while his cheek reddened. Daray just watched intrigued. Pain slowly melted into fury with bared teeth and narrowed eyes. The young man's breathing picked up, becoming faster.
His delighted grin was met with a furious glare. Unbothered by it, Daray
began to open the fastenings of the pilot's uniform, going slowly, taking his time, noting the tension of the body under his hands. Going slow always made them nervous, gave them too much time to think, to anticipate. When he'd finally opened the whole jacket he pushed it off the man's shoulders, just enough to bare the line of throat and shoulders still covered with the thin anthracite undershirt that was part of the Space Service's uniform.
The knife Daray wore in his belt took care of the shirt. He just cut enough to bare the lightly tanned flesh. Stepping closer Daray forced the pilot back against the two men holding him until he was pressed against his body.
The young man gasped and strained away from him, but was held in place
easily. Daray leaned closer and in the last moment changed direction,
instead of kissing him as the boy surely had anticipated, he bit down hard where the long smooth line of the boy's neck met his shoulder. A scream echoed through the cabin, accompanied by delighted murmurs of his fellow crewmen and Osmond's pleased chuckle.
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More teasers to come!
Story: RAGE
Theme: Space Pirates, M/M, non-con
Author: Gwendolen
Illustrator needed. Interested artists please contact me via http://www.mas-zine.com or via livejournal.
Teaser:
Arbeitstitel: Rage
The pilot on the other hand could have stepped out of one of the
recruitment-vids of the Space Service; tall, broad-shouldered with straight golden brown hair that fell in a single braid down his back. A lightly tanned face with high cheekbones and startling blue-grey eyes. A face like this would draw many men and women into the service. And the talent the young man had shown during chase and subsequent capture of the messenger would put him on the fast track within the Space Service. Other captains would be standing in line to snap him up - talent was always wanted and when it came wrapped in such a beautiful package even more so.
Daray smirked when he noticed that the pilot was glaring at him and
continued with his perusal, making it more obvious until the young man
shifted nervously and blushed. One of the guards snickered slightly.
Osmond's voice interrupted his amusement. "Mr. Keelone, it seems that our dear captain isn't very cooperative maybe you could help persuade her."
Daray focused his attention back on the woman and Osmond. She still looked undisturbed while Osmond appeared slightly exasperated though he still kept his jovial, charming mask. Like her he was a man who preferred maintaining control, of himself and those around him. Meeting resistance challenged his control and that was the one thing he wouldn't accept.
Daray knew this just like he knew that the next couple of hours wouldn't be pleasant for the captain and her two officers. Osmond would get what he wanted, one way or the other. And with his it was usually the other way, the normally very painful one. "Anything specific you had in mind, Captain?" he drawled.
"How about a demonstration of the crew's persuasive argumentation?"
Understanding what that meant, Daray nodded to Mykt, one of the crewmember near the door and raised his left hand, indicating that he wanted four more men. The man inclined his head in understanding and disappeared through the door. Then he touched the controls on the walls opposite Osmond's desk and watched as the walls folded back, revealing the adjoining conference room.
This was one of the things he liked about Osmond's office, with the wall
gone the room was larger and he had more space to do as the Captain had
asked. It was a practical arrangement as it allowed Osmond to view what was happening in the conference room without moving away from his desk.
The implements stored in build-in cabinets with sheer doors made it clear that the conference room was used for much more than conferring with fellow officers or crewmembers.
Captain Keller was off-limits, making her suffer would be pointless, making her watch her one of her crew being tortured would be much more effective.
Osmond like effective and creative; mind-games bound in physical pain.
That left him the two men to play with. Daray thoughtfully studied them.
Which to take. The mixed-blood or the pretty boy? Not much of a choice, was there? The pilot was still young enough and inexperienced enough to loose control and react emotionally, just the way Daray needed him to react.
By now Mykt had returned with the requested four crewmember, all men who'd participated in the persuasion of prisoners before, men who knew how to obey orders and weren't particularly reluctant about it. One might even call them enthusiastic with strong tendencies towards sadism. Exactly what was needed.
Though maybe pretty boy wouldn't agree with him.
Daray stepped up to the young pilot who was still glaring at him. The glare intensified when two men grabbed his arms from behind and held him in position. He grasped the man's chin and held his face in place. This close he could see that he'd been wrong about the eye-colour, there was a hint of green and cold mixed in with the blue. Daray smirked at the indignation and fury he could see in those eyes and brushed his thumb slowly along the boy's soft lower lip. When the other man snapped at his finger Daray hit him across the face, hard. The two men holding him reacted quickly, changing their grip; one twisting the arm he held until the young man groaned in pain while the other wound the pilot's long braid around one hand and used this hold to keep him in place. His face twisted in pain while his cheek reddened. Daray just watched intrigued. Pain slowly melted into fury with bared teeth and narrowed eyes. The young man's breathing picked up, becoming faster.
His delighted grin was met with a furious glare. Unbothered by it, Daray
began to open the fastenings of the pilot's uniform, going slowly, taking his time, noting the tension of the body under his hands. Going slow always made them nervous, gave them too much time to think, to anticipate. When he'd finally opened the whole jacket he pushed it off the man's shoulders, just enough to bare the line of throat and shoulders still covered with the thin anthracite undershirt that was part of the Space Service's uniform.
The knife Daray wore in his belt took care of the shirt. He just cut enough to bare the lightly tanned flesh. Stepping closer Daray forced the pilot back against the two men holding him until he was pressed against his body.
The young man gasped and strained away from him, but was held in place
easily. Daray leaned closer and in the last moment changed direction,
instead of kissing him as the boy surely had anticipated, he bit down hard where the long smooth line of the boy's neck met his shoulder. A scream echoed through the cabin, accompanied by delighted murmurs of his fellow crewmen and Osmond's pleased chuckle.
* * * *
More teasers to come!
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Date: 2003-09-18 10:17 pm (UTC)Had I known you wanted gang rapes with brutality, I could have done that.
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Date: 2003-09-18 10:58 pm (UTC)The definition of non-con is not a clear one and I make it easy on myself and take a broad view. If you look through the stories of the last few issues you can see that we always cover a very wide spectrum.
And it's not the most brutal rapefantasy that is an automatic canditate for the mag. Far from it. What I'm looking for is a story that touches me emtionally, that surprises me with original character and some devious plots. I publish up to 380 pages of stories each zine. From columns to short fiction to novel. And yes, some of them have scenes that are non-con enough for even the most jaded reader. But they're well balanced with the rest of the mag.
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Date: 2003-09-18 11:04 pm (UTC)And how yummy that teaser is. Technically, the teaser is "perilfic" because anything could happen after the bite...
As the proverb goes: I could die, the king could die or the horse could learn to talk.
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Date: 2003-09-18 11:15 pm (UTC)blue :-)
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Date: 2003-09-19 12:50 am (UTC)And I figured it out today, I'm waiting on responses from three different zines, so I'm wound a little tightly.
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Date: 2003-09-30 06:12 pm (UTC)Aphelion