Bruise of the Week

Jason and Tiny wouldn’t let anybody but themselves transport their teammates to sick bay. They knew that neither Mark nor Princess would want to be seen flat out on gurneys, and Mark would have been incensed at the thought at Princess would be known to be naked under the sheet on such a gurney.

Instead, they were cradled protectively, wrapped with wings. Tiny took on the heavier burden of Mark, whilst Jason carried Princess, all that was visible of her was her dark head resting against his shoulder. He couldn;t help but think of the last time he had seen her naked, when he had been completely surprised by both Mark and Princess’ enthusiasm and loving welcome. He hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind, especially when Mark had offhandedly mentioned a day or so later that he would be welcome at other times as well.

Threesomes were a favourite of his – although usually his involved two females and himself – and he was intrigued to see what his seemingly straight-laced friends could come up with.

But Mark’s illness had put any plans like that on hold. Nevertheless, seeing Princess naked was something that belonged to Mark – and himself when invited. She may be sexually adventurous, but he knew how deeply humiliated she would feel if she knew.

So he wrapped her carefully in his wings so that nobody would know. He had even shielded her nakedness from Keyop, who was beside himself with worry for both Mark and Princess.

Rape. It had been something that they had all been afraid would happen. Until now, only Mark had been subjected to that – and he only knew because Tiny had opened up to him after Jason had been badgering them both to “snap out of it”.

Tiny had blamed himself. If Mark hadn’t gone after him into that underwater base, then he wouldn’t have been captured. Wouldn;t have been put in that glass cage. And Tiny wouldn’t have had to watch as Mark had been subject to a steady line of people wanting to use the G-Force commander for their own pleasure. Wouldn’t have had to see Mark’s stoic composure come close to cracking as his own body betrayed him, seen that cage stained with Mark’s own cum. No wonder Mark had been willing to suicide rather than try to blow a way out of the base.

All in all, Jason reflected, Mark seemed to have put it behind him. Jason knew that Mark’s sexual relationship with Princess was more than healthy and certainly active.

And now Princess had been raped. Jason felt another surge of anger at the thought of Spectrans touching her beautiful body. She didn;t deserve this. She deserved only to be touched by those who loved and desired her, rather than those who were driven by lust and some sort of sick wish to “collect” sex with G-Force.

He didn’t envy the person who would have to break the news to Mark. On the other hand, when Mark went after the perpetrators, he fully intended to be with him. This time, Jason knew, Zoltar had pushed too far. Mark would completely forget all his normal “take for trial” ideas.

Spectra had hurt – in the most intimate way – the woman that the Eagle loved. The Eagle would make sure that the perpetrators suffered.

He heard a groan from Mark and felt Princess stir, her head raising from his shoulder. “Mark?” She struggled against his hold. “I have to get to Mark,” she said desperately. “He needs me.”
“Not yet, Princess. We’re almost at med section. The docs need to look at you both. Then, I’ll make sure that you can stay with him.”

“I hurt, Jason.”

“We’ll get you patched up, Princess. And then Mark and I will go after Zoltar and make him pay for what he did to you.”

“Wasn’t Zoltar. Mala.”

Jason froze. “What?” But it was too late. Princess had closed her eyes and subsided back into unconsciousness again.

Jason was numb as he walked into the medical section with his precious burden. The team was already working on Mark and he gently placed Princess on a second examination table before quickly twitching a sheet over her. He looked over at the team around Mark, his face full of anguish.

“They raped her. Those bastards raped her.”

Jason felt hands on his shoulder and he turned slightly to see the face of Anderson, stiff with shock which quickly turned into remorse. He let him guide him away from the table to let the medical team examine the still Swan.

Jason twitched away and slumped against the wall, sliding down and huddling his knees close to his chest. “I failed him. I didn’t keep her safe,” he said softly.