Shattered Freedom, Chapter Seventeen
#32 of Decision & Sacrifice
Biker Mice From Mars
In
Shattered Freedom
Chapter 17
By: Whipblade
Gazing down between the metal wires of the vent, Throttle spotted the bed he knew far too well. Below, sprawled Mace, naked and healthy. A few scars from their last encounter marred the rats' muscular body.
Sizzling in rage, He wanted nothing more than to leap down and rip the fucking rats' throat out, but a small, a very small part of him wanted nothing more than to be held by the rat, the only one who accepted him in a sexual way. It had been years since he had been with a female before sacrificing himself for Vinnie's sake. Since leaving Mace, he knew he would never be with anyone ever again. No one would want such... a monstrosity
Pulling his Data Pad from his front pocket, Throttle checked the screen, a message from Lance blinked.
Mace groaned loudly.
Throttle jump, his grip on the small handheld faltered. The small unit slid down, bumping the vent floor, diving for it, Throttle just missed the edge of the thin silver pad as it slid down between the grate wires; it clattered to the floor sliding under the bed.
"Fuck." Throttle grumbled unscrewing the grate. He had to get that Data Pad back. 'While I'm down there; I may as well attach the beacon to Mace and get the hell off this ship too.' Going with his new plan, he slowly pulled the grate inside the duct.
Peering down into the darkness of Mace's room he silently slipped his tail out first, followed by his feet and then jumped. Screwdriver in hand he landed smoothly but not totally silently. He waited a beat crouched down on the floor. Not hearing anything but Mace's steady breathing, he stood up. Not seeing it, but shattering the connection of the red laser beam. Throttle took a step towards the bed.
Sirens screamed.
Mace shot up his eyes blazing with fury, gun in hand.
Throttle froze in fear. He wasn't to get caught this time. He couldn't, he... he...stared Mace in the eyes.
The rat glared at the weapon in the mouse's hand.
Three guards burst into the room, they tackled the intruder and dragged him away before Mace could demand them to stop, or Throttle scream.
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Lance sat in his chair, his chin resting on his steeple fingers. "Come on Throttle, reply."
"Something wrong?" Ma'ze asked noting his commanders' furrowed brow.
"It's been two hours since I sent a message to Throttle. There's been no reply." Lance said, his eyes not leaving the screen.
"Maybe he can't reply from his location." Magazine said hoping to soothe his superiors' worries.
"I think it's worse than that Ma'ze. A lot worse." Lance replied to his second in command. "I got a bad feeling."
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Throttle leaned against the rat's muscular chest, he knew it was wrong, knew he didn't want this, but he wanted something. Anything. Using his tail, he slipped the transport beacon from his boot to Mace's mid back.
"You miss me or something?" Mace snarled grabbing Throttle tail. "I didn't miss anything about you." Twirling it in his fist he pulled hard.
Throttle screamed. The rape was as per usual, brutal and fast. Mace didn't even growl his name this time, just came and then stepped back.
Throttle looked away as Mace dressed. "You'll be a nice addition to the prison colony." Mace smirked. "If you live long enough till I arrange for a trade." He chuckled leaving the cell.
Unknown to the tawny mouse, he stood chained in the same cell Vinnie had occupied all those years ago.
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Vinnie continued to pummel the punching bag in the exercise room. 'Damn you Throttle! You just had to go didn't you!' on the balls of his toes, he danced around, his fists making a " ffoph" sound every time they slammed into the bag. "Clip should have gone!" Vinnie snarled slamming his fist into the punching bag. "Someone who didn't have a history with Mace! Someone who wouldn't try and kill the gawd-dawn rat! Someone who wasn't going to get caught!"
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Ma'ze paused in mid step hearing the low Martian dialect coming from the exercise room. Unable to understand the words but the anger and the hurt in the voice alone gave away Vinnie's frustrations on Throttle's suicide mission.
"Poor thing." the brindle rat muttered. Beside him Lee peered into the room.
"Lance should have never agreed to let Throttle go. He just wasn't prepared to go." Lee agreed as she started to move onwards.
Riff walked behind them, his ears drooped and his tail dragged. He hadn't uttered a single word since his dad left the ship.
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"Hey mousy mousey..."
Throttle winced at the voices. It was the drool dog trio; he knew them all too well. Expecting the worse from these three, the only thing he could pray for was they wouldn't knot.
"Missed us so much you just had to come crawling back, didn't you?" Ruff laughed plowing his fist into the mouse's throat.
Coughing, Throttle snarled back.
"Yeah, thought so." Ruff laughed elbowing Throttle in the jaw. "You just like it rough." He went for the boots. Throttle kicked, kneeing the dog in the mouth.
The chains rattled with each movement Throttle made.
"Ass!" Ruff snarled, blood dripping from his nose.
"I say we chew on him." One of them grabbed Throttle by the ears.
"Gee Runt, not a bad idea." Ruff chuckled punching Throttle's face.
"Hey Buttons, grab his tail, it's in the way again." Runt laughed shoving the mouse forward.
Buttons pulled Throttle's tail, causing the mouse to squeal in pain.
"I ain't putting anything in that mouth!" Ruff snarled seeing the teeth but not the falsity of them.
"Wrap his ears around you, their like velvet." Buttons chuckled pulling on Throttle's ripped ear. "Like this."
"And so they are..." Ruff moaned. "ohhhh yeah nice." One hand gripping his ear painfully, the other of the canines' harsh paw gripped chokingly on Throttle's throat.
The brutality was surprisingly short.
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"Sir, Their ready to take our mouse." Crosser stated with a sneer.
"Have they agreed to our terms?" Mace inquired stalking down the hall towards the air lock.
"Yes, a female at that." Crosser grinned boldly.
"Where's the mouse?" Mace asked looking about.
"I've sent orders to have him waiting at the Air Lock." Shock said.
"And there he is." Mace smiled sadistically as Throttle stood shivering wearing nothing but ill-fitting boxers. "My, My don't you look sore."
Throttle glared at Mace, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. His throat swollen his wrists red his tail and ears throbbing.
The group crossed the air lock, meeting up with a trio of kangaroo guards.
"We'll bring you to the Prisoner Registration booth." A Roo guard said.
"Then we'll escort you to the other prisoner block." The second Roo guard stated.
"No need." Mace held up his paw. "I want the youngest she-mouse you have."
"Under aged?" The first Roo questioned surprised.
"Under...." Shuddering Mace scrunched up his face. "You let them breed?" Before anyone could answer, he snapped "Twenty, blond." Grabbing Throttle's arm, he pulled the tawny mouse forward before pushing him ahead.
Both Roos nodded. "We can do that."
"Have her waiting here for when we return." Mace ordered.
One Roo led Mace, his prisoner, Crosser and Shock, while the other took up the rear talking in some strange language into a radio. The third stood guard at the air lock.
Throttle perked his ears trying to understand the strange new language around him. Mace and his two cronies seemed to understand and speak the kangaroo's language. The ill-fitting boxers didn't offer any warmth, shivering in the prisons chill he sneezed.
Mace shoved Throttle forward, he stumbled, regaining his footing he was again pushed forward by the rat.
Mace pushed him again, clearly enjoying the rodents' plight.
"Bye bye, Throttle." Mace sang as the three guards separated them.
The guards pushed the mouse into a curtained room.
Filling out a quick form, Mace left with a broad smile on his face, and a bug on his back.
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Struggling in the grasps of the two seven-foot tall guards, Throttle snapped at their thin dark fingers trying to pry his mouth open.
They shouted angrily at the protesting mouse. Unable to get him to understand they let go of him completely and backed away.
Shaking their heads in frustration, the smaller of the two guards turned his back on the mouse and started to rummage through their supplies.
Throttle tilted his head, the guards looked slightly confuses, but the one with his back to him was doing something that wasn't threatening. Stepping forward, Throttle stood on his tiptoes to see what the guard was doing.
With a smile, the smallest Roo stood up, showing the mouse a package of swabs with small plastic covers that snap over the tips.
Not quiet understanding Throttle studied the guard uncertainly.
The taller guard smiled catching on to the smaller ones idea. Chirping in their unusual dialect, the taller one tugged on his own cheek, opening wide, the smaller guard took a swab.
Throttle nodded understanding what the two wanted wheezing, "Fine, if that's all you want."
Both guards smiled taking swabs from the now cooperating mouse.
"Don't know your names.... I'm Throttle." Hoarsely he said trying to figure out the two keeping him in the small room.
They chirped in confusion.
"How about I call you Buck and you Dot." He again wheezed struggling with his sore throat.
The short one, Dot chirped smiling.
The tall one Buck, clearly not amused with mouse rolled his orange eyes. Shaking his head he pulled out a blood pressure kit and stethoscope.
Throttle smirked holding out his arm. "Ahhh know some medical stuff do you?" he coughed, his throat burning.
Buck nodded finally making some head way with the prisoner.
Dot, not sure about the mouse's bruised neck, lightly fingered around his throat, trying to feel for any internal damage. Throttle winced at the touch.
Motioning for the mouse to open his mouth again, Throttle complied.
Dot shone a small light inside, but the swelling offered no visible clues to any damage. With a frown, Dot let it be.
Throttle frowned seeing the furrowed brows on the short one. He wasn't sure, but it didn't seem a good thing after him looking at his throat. 'can't be good.' He thought.
As Buck check the mouse's lung capacity, airways and pulse.
Dot checked in the mouse's ears, pulling his hand away in disgust at the residue still on them.
Throttle let them tilt his head back while they checked out his curious eyes and nose.
Buck, wanting a better understanding to the strange eyes, pushed on the tans' brow lifting the eyelid some.
Throttle twisted his head forcing Buck to let go.
Exchanging confused and curious looks over the mouse, trying to understand what happened to him they chirped back and forth, Dot shaking his head showed a comb to Throttle.
Understanding, Throttle turned around, letting Dot carefully comb through his lush fur looking for any signs of fleas or such likes.
Spotting none, Dot chirped at the mouse, which still stood in confusion from the language barrier.
Buck stepped forward, pushing Dot aside gently before pulling the mouse's boxers down.
Spinning, Throttle pushed the Roo in front of him, only to be kicked by two very powerful feet. Panting, he looked up to see his new captives glaring at him. "Fine, get it over with." He painfully snarled the damage done by the blasted canines was more than Throttle could cope with.
Wagging his finger, Dot pressed it against the tans' mouth; Chirping sharply.
Throttle looked away, anger and shame filling him.
Shaking their heads in disgust they pulled out another couple of swabs from a package, the ashamed mouse not looking at either one of them.
Carefully Dot waved a swab it in front of the mouse's face. Catching the pink eyes, he smiled gently before lowering it and carefully spreading his legs apart. The mouse complied hesitantly.
Taking a shaky breath, Throttle swallowed hard as the tall one, Buck ruffled his back fur before lifting his tense tail. The cotton swab didn't penetrate him, he let go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding once the Roo stepped away from him.
Dot snapped the last of the swabs lids shut. Placing them in a box, he turned to the mouse patting the scared thing on the shoulder. Knowing he couldn't understand a single word, he tried to reassure him that is was over and he did well.
Throttle smiled weakly at the short one he named Dot.
Buck picked out a gray uniform that matched the depressed walls. Handing it to the mouse, he stood back and watched him dress. Dot was polite enough to turn around.
Glaring at Buck while trying to dress under the steady gaze of the guard, Throttle grumbled struggling with the socks and zippers.
Dot passed the mouse a pair of soft-soled white slipper style shoes.
Throttle nodded sliding into them.
Buck produced a pair of handcuffs.
Throttle snarled silently, backing up.
Taking the handcuffs away from Buck, Dot slapped one end onto his wrist and offered the other to the mouse.
Tilting his head Throttle tentatively held out a wrist. The cuff snapped on instantly. Dot nodded, sticking his tongue out at Buck, who rolled his eyes making a sharp chirping sound. Throttle chuckled at the twos apparent bickering.
Roo's with mouse in tow left the small curtain area and dropped the box of swabs on a desk. They walked down a corridor. Throttle looked around for Mace or anyone else he recognized from the ship.
They strolled down the endless corridors until they reached a barred door. The noise coming from inside was unmistakably a jailhouse.
The first cell was empty the barred doors sliding open. Dot nudged Throttle into the cell before unlatching the cuffs.
Dot motioned to the mouse, trying to make him understand; chirping in the strange tongue only seemed to confuse the battered mouse.
With a sigh, they left.
Throttle sighed pacing around his cell. A bunk, a toilette and t-p, no bedding, no pillows nothing. He sighed sitting down carefully on the bunk. The metal wasn't cold. In fact, he looked around and realized the whole cell was metal. 'Didn't we pass a hose on the way in?" he thought to himself getting up and pressing against the bars, indeed a green hose was coiled along the wall.
"HEY! You in the Isolation cell, what's your name?" A youthful voice yelled from somewhere above.
Throttle stepped back from the barred door. They're not talking to me, are they?
"Aww come on, don't be shy. What's your name Newbie?" The same voice called out.
Throttle was quiet he didn't know if he could answer or should. He didn't know where he was and he kept expecting Mace to return. The rat was actually serious? He meant to leave me here?
A new voice entered the shouting distance. "Maybe he can't understand English."
The same two kangaroo guards walked back to the cell. Both looking grim they stopped in front of the tawny mouse's cell. The barred doors opened, Dot danged the cuffs again, locking his wrist in one and offering the other to the mouse.
Throttle looked at both of them nervously before stepping forward.
The two motioned the mouse to exit the cell. Throttle took another step closer, warily.
Dot's orange eyes held pity as they brought the tawny mouse out of the cell, securing the loose end of the handcuff on him.
The trio exited the wing.
"They left?" The young voice questioned.
"Mustn't be clean." The second voice reasoned.
"Ouch, wonder how he got here." The youthful one pondered aloud.
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To Be Continued
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