This fic spent a lot of time on my computer. I finally decided to post it. It's a dark fic, with a sequel (I think). Anyway, read on.


This particular battle against the Vandals was a lot more heated than the others. Maybe it was due to the environment of the zone. It looked like a very big tropical jungle, with a heat that was almost unbearable if their cars and shocksuits were not working properly. Even Stanford, him of all people, had thought it was Vandal, but without the smell, of course. The battlezone was also very bumpy. The road held crevices, holes and small bumps. Some trees were close together, some were not. Others were fallen on the road that was already barely drivable. Only Agura's Tangler could drive without problems. But it did not meant she didn't miss a few times and almost fell over like every other car. Even the Vandals' cars seemed to have a few problems, which was strange because according to their homeworld. They should not. Or not completely. Vert had been on Vandal, he knew what he was saying.

The battlekey was situated on a tree, which was very easy to reach with their cars' magnetic bonds. It was a bit high, so Agura had to climb to catch it properly. The wheels of the Tangler grasped the trunk and climbed near it, catching the key before returning to the ground.

She sent the battlekey to Vert, who caught it and started to drive back to their own portal, followed by his team cheering. The return road was much more bumpier and harder than the go road to the key. Zoom got almost stuck in a crevice. Luckily for him, he had the hunter's help.

No one was as lucky, as Agura's Tangler hit one of its wheels in the trunk of a fallen tree, causing her to be stuck. Her team didn't notice and crossed the portal, sealing it. She sighed, hearing the Vandals approach. Her engine roared in efforts to free the stuck wheel and it only managed to make her fall. Now that the Tangler was on its back, Agura tried to look where exactly she could throw something to bring it back in the right position. The branches of the trees were too thin for her to grasp. Therefore, there she was: stuck, with a team that just now had noticed she wasn't with them. Now, why hadn't they opened the portal yet?

The Vandals were getting closer and she—

"They forgot one of their own." Hatch had noticed her and the four vehicles were heading towards her.

She sighed loudly and tried to see how to get out. Her vehicle was stuck on its back like a turtle (ironic due to the color of the Tangler) with no way for the driver to escape. Agura could hear the Vandals get closer to her vehicle until they were just next to it. Was it the end for her? Or would her team come back at the last minute and save her? It was one of these moments where you could only put your trust in your team and hope for the best. No portal near. Annoying, very much.

Kalus approached the windshield and hit it with a claw, smirking at Agura's glare. The liger had a toothy grin that made her sick.

"How does it feel to be helpless and at our mercy?"He said so only she could hear.

Helpless?

Had he just...?

No.

No.

"Helpless? I am not helpless, Kalus!" Agura said, struggling to escape as she unbuckled her belt and looked for a way to turn on the exit of her car. "If you want to finish me off then go ahead!"

She was taken by surprise when an arrow broke her windshield, the tip staying in. A green smoke came out of it and she lost consciousness, still managing to hear the last words Kalus spoke.

"On Vandal, one does not simply finish off a female warrior."


The smell was disgusting. It smelt like a lot of urine, raw meat and no bath for a long, long time. She was on a very itchy material, and she guessed it felt more like straw. It was hot, burning hot, with a faint little wind once in a while. It was't much in all honesty and it didn't make anything better. She still felt like she was back home before the rain season. Wait... starting from the battlezone Agura remembered clearly activating the air conditioner of her shocksuit. Usually she would've done it with the Tangler, but her battle car hadn't had time to charge completely and activating the AC in such a zone would have drained a lot of power. Then why was the AC in her suit not running and keeping her from this too familiar heat, scent and atmoshere that was giving her a slight headache?

She sat up, her brown hair falling in her face the way it was not supposed to. She usually had an elastic in her braids to keep it in a more professional and not bothering style. Her hair was therefore not supposed to be like that. And her skin was not supposed to feel such heat. Something was terribly wrong, obviously. That's when the gas stopped acting and everything became clearer. First of all, she was in a round shaped cabin on a bed of straw. Second of all, someone had cut her elastic, leaving her hair loose to neck length. It pissed her off greatly and she hated it. Third of all but not the least, her shocksuit was gone . And not just the suit. All of her clothes were gone, leaving her in pieces of animal leather. Her breasts were covered by it, and she wore in the bottom a long skirt open on the sides but hiding the front and the back. The skirt was not even hiding correctly, anyone could obviously see the shape of her butt. It was, in her opinion, the least preferred outfit one could wear anywhere. The weird top was not even protecting her well at all. It was just a cover to give her a false feeling of privacy. She stood up, her legs wavering for a few seconds before she managed to walk. Her feet, now that she noticed, were covered by some fur. It was weird but made her hope she was with an ancient tribe of Amazons. She heard Hatch speak with Krocomodo and groaned, looking for something to defend herself with.

"Still, why would Kalus offer her personal quarters with a bathing area?" Krocomodo asked.

"Why would you wonder why? He will claim her tonight after the grand ceremony." Hatch wondered himself, entering the quarters. "She's awake!" He cried.

Agura did her best to look threatening, but the outfit just made it impossible. She felt so exposed when usually she would have had trouble showing her legs in a dress.

"Kalus should be impressed and pleased." Hatch approached her but she backed away, threatening. He took another step and managed to grab her waist. He poured on her a strange and stinky liquid.

"What am I doing here?" She asked, pissed off a lot. She had to hold the piece of fur over her breasts to feel at least covered up.

"Kalus has captured you. You are the spoils of war." Krocomodo chuckled. "And tonight you will be the show."

"She's done!" Hatch said, leaving once he heard Sever come. The shark mutant was holding a red belt.

"I think it's the subspecies' size." He looked at Krocomodo and shrugged, leaving the belt on a table.

Agura brought her hands to her neck and only now noticed the red collar on it, followed by some kind of leash that would be completed by the belt. She was a prisoner of Vandal now, and could only place her hope and faith in Vert before the sunset.


"Have you all eaten, Vandals?" Kalus was screaming loudly.

The collar was itchy on her neck and it made her more nervous. She was dying tonight and she knew it. In fact, she was preparing herself in her mind for the inevitable. Sever was chuckling, done binding her hands together with a rope as he led her outside of what had been her quarters temporarily. Kalus was there, standing in his usual clothing, under cheering Vandals. Agura was pushed in front of Kalus and forced on her knees, her back facing him. She sighed, at peace with the idea of dying now. She was waiting for the blow. She only hoped the others would continue the mission without her. She didn't want them to mourn her, as she would never forgive herself if they did.

"Vandals! Come and see me claim my prize!"

To her surprise, Kalus forced her on her palms and lowered her upper body so her backside was showed up to him. She gulped, seeing Sever attach the rope to a metal pole to keep her in the position. Agura panicked, the darkest ideas going through her mind. The skirt that had been covering her was gone and she felt exactly where it should not be a slightly warm phallic thing. Then she felt it rub on her place, with Kalus emitting a few purrs. Agura tried to raise her head but was unable to as Kalus slipped in his hard phallus, making her scream in pain. He didn't waste anytime on moving, his purrs louder as the Vandals cheered. His movements were rough and painful, making Agura's eyes tear up. She sobbed quietly, unbelieving what was happening. She had never thought, not once, that the Vandals would do these kind of actions. She knew they were tyrants, but she always assumed they would kill her. She had been so sure her head was what Kalus said he would claim. She had never thought about this. Not once. She was so shaken she couldn't do anything else than scream and cry, no matter how much she was ashamed. The fur that had covered her breasts had detached itself and now her chest was against the sandy earth, getting dirty with each move Kalus made. She was breathing a bit of dust, making her sick.

"Vandals! I present to the tribe my war prize. The subspecies' only female!"

He gave harder thrusts to hear Agura scream a lot louder. The human could feel him close, as everything intensified. The moment he came, and Agura felt his seed flow inside her, she gave out a shriek that hurt her vocal chords so very bad. She sniffled, crying as the Vandals cheered. Kalus lowered his body down once he harshly exited her. Warm liquid dripped out a little and she shook.

"From now on, you are mine." He said, chuckling. Agura only closed her eyes to not see him smile.

Kalus raised his hands up in the air, under the screams of tyrants. It was incredible how death seemed to be much more appealing than it originaly was.

That night, even though the air was hot, Agura had never felt colder. Just before Kalus left for his own quarters, he had taken her again. She could still feel the ghosts of his touches on her breasts, his claws caressing her chocolate skin like the wind was right now. She hadn't bothered dressing up, looking into the distance like death had came over and wiped out everything, leaving oblivion. Her empty stomach hurt, her dry and already damaged throat burned with thirst. Worse, she could still feel it, the cold once warm slightly sticky liquid on and IN her. Everytime she moved it moved too, sending shudders of disgust down her spine. The bed of straws was a lot more comfortable and as the human fell on it, one arm on her chest and the other in her hair, darkness came. She fell asleep, finishing her day with the silence of the wind and the slight warmth of the fire of the torches just outside her quarters.