John groaned as he forced his eyelids to open. His breath was slow and weak. Squinting, he tried to focus on the images coming in. A slow ache crawled up his body from the flat of his foot to the tips of his fingers. If John had known that he would be left basking in the sun so an ancient tribe could peel off his flesh, he might have turned the expedition around and headed home. A sudden flood of bright, hot light pierced his eyes as he lifted his head, causing him to yell. "Quiet!" A tall, well-built man shouted as he circled John and the gadget he was bound to. "I didn't mean to drop it!" John said between breaths. "Enough!" the man in uniform swung around. "You have displeased The Emperor." "Who makes a glass sword anyway?!" "The Emperor has many treasures." "But a glass sword? It's worthless in the heat of battle." The guard stopped abruptly. "It is not for you to decide what is and is not important," he shouted. "The Emperor's collection comprises of one-of-a-kind pieces not found anywhere else." Lifting his head, John coughed; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tyler and Matt, both men leaning forward, absent of vigor. The only signs of life were random coughing and groaning as the scorching sun beat their naked flesh. "And soon you will be a part of that collection," the guard said, stepping in close, then whispered, "just like your friends." A sudden violent cough threw John's head back, bouncing it off the metal grate he was bound to. His eyes caught a quick glimpse of an empty grate off to his right. John gasped at the realization that two expedition crew members were missing. "Where was Beth and Billy?" his voice was heavy. "They were ready to be harvested," the guard chuckled. "This can't be real," John said, tears welling up in his eyes, "it's just a nightmare. Wake up. Wake up." "This is no nightmare, I assure you." The guard circled around John. Pinching pieces of John's flesh, he evaluated his readyiness. "You will make a fine piece in The Emperor's collection." "I don't want to be in anyone's collection." "Hmm. hmm," the vicious man laughed, "You destroyed an irreplaceable treasure dear to The Emperor's heart." "It was an accident." "Hmm." John tried to jerk away as the wicked man ran his hands over his exposed flesh. The guard brushed his hands in, out, and around the metal bars, caressing John's wrinkled skin. "It's too bad," the guard said as he circled to the front. "The wife and I would have had so much fun with this suit." Running his hand up John's thigh, he sighed and took his manhood into it. "But your friend over there will have to do." He released John's groin. "This one is ready. Take him away."
Original Story From the Mind of Mia Lyttle Twysted
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