The raptor, upon awakening, found himself chained with strange energy forming chains that bound his arms and legs tightly, seeing two of the creatures he had fought previously, one on each side of him, hoisting him onto a large ship that stood sleekly on the planet surface like a mythical metallic bird at rest, the rampway opening up for his two captors as he was taken through various halls, where many other creatures like the one that accompanied him were busy with various things from guarding doors to working on experiments, all of them with insectoid bodies in terms of build and possibly anatomy, bladed arms, reptile snouts shortened within a stubby face and crooked insect-like legs. Soon he reached a more prestigious room filled with navigational equipment, the bridge littered with glowing blue and orange panels all over beeping to themselves and each other like digital hives communicating with each other.
Standing proudly on the deck was a large beast, a towering figure that looked rather like an anorexic purple dragon with a long pterodactyl beak and bony tail, wings like a demon with stretched veins along thin flesh. The captors threw the raptor forwards onto his knees and uttered their language. The leader turned with cruel intelligent eyes and sneered down upon James, speaking lowly in a strange language.
"I...sorry, what? I dunno what you're saying."
He spoke again in the same manner and James remained clueless. The leader then made a nod to one of the captors who suddenly gripped his head firmly and put a cold solid object against his head, which seemed to make pinpricks along his head like cold little needles shooting through him, making him gasp in shock before it ceased and the cold metal thing was removed.
"Can you understand me now?" said a mysterious dark voice above him.
He looked up to see the draconic leader peer down at him still.
"Um...yes?"
"Good. You just had something injected inside you to be receptive to our language, a simple nanotranslator. Now, who are you?"
The leader's voice was menacing yet calm in a strong throaty voice, his neck oddly thin but never seeming to pulsate from his speech.
"My...my name is uh...James."
"A strange name...and why are you here?"
"Iiiiiii...dunno," he chuckled nervously, really wishing he had a better reply. "I just woke up here...is this Earth?"
"Earth? Commander, find Earth on the charts."
"Yes sir," said another creature at the panels.
A holographic chart of the galaxies was laid out across the panels, slowly brought up into a three-dimensional display. One of the creatures input various amounts of data with mindless precision, screening through a myriad of stars and planets before focusing upon one.
"Earth. A planet in the Sol System, third from the sun, primary homeworld of humans."
"Atmosphere?" asked Ridley.
"78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 1% argon, carbon dioxide and trace water vapours."
"Hmmm...well then, as I am sure you have guessed by what we have just spoken of, this is not Earth, creature."
"So...where am I then?" James asked curiously.
"You are on the Planet Zebes, far far away from your planet. Do you know how you ended up here?"
"I...dunno I just felt something suck me in and shoot me through a weird...dark abyss or something, I went unconscious and then, woke up here."
He kept shifting his eyes back towards the dragon leader, nervous as hell. He really wanted to know what this thing even was.
"I see...so you do not know who we are?"
"No...I-i've never even seen anything like you before."
"And yet you are not afraid?"
"Well, I've seen weirder stuff back home."
The raptor said this with a weak chuckle, trying to break the ice. The leader did not make a smile.
"Do you not know of, say, K-2L, or of any hunters?"
"Nope, why would I?"
"Are you sure? Because if you lie to me, I will show you how difficult life can be without the capability to lie, or even speak, ever again."
"Look I said I don't know K-2 whatever or any hunters, bonehead. What's with the questions all a sudden?" A slap across the face stung him.
"Silence your impudent tongue, boy! You continue your oath after what I just say, when my scouts have seen you fighting alongside the Hunter against us?"
"Wait who...ohhh that guy in the metal suit? I was just there, I didn't know whose side I was on, I was just gonna ask him for directions and where the hell I was...um...sorry about your guys, I hope you have a good pension plan for them-"
"Enough!" barked the leader before staring coldly at the captive.
He was successful in making James shrink slightly back against the floor, as much as the chains allowed him to in the unexpected ferocity of the stare.
"For now you will be of interest to us in case you are related to our mission. Guards, take him to the brig and I shall deal with him later."
The guards saluted and took the raptor bound to the ship's prison, who was wondering now what he ended up in, as they wandered along the corridors of the ship before he was dragged into a smaller darker room totally devoid of anything, not even a window in the room.
All there was in the room were odd little indentations in the wall, like holes to root chains into. The raptor soon had the energy chains rerouted through the hooks where they made an unbreakable binding to the wall when they clasped on snugly before being left alone by the guards. He tried to clear his mind on what was going on, but everything was happening so quickly to him, being on a weird planet, fighting alongside a human, and being kidnapped by aliens. He let himself take a little nap, the only thing he could do other than stare at the walls.
Hours passed, or what felt like hours but actually was perhaps half an hour, before he heard the brig door's vacuum-like opening, the raptor looking up to see three of his captors leer at him, their eyes gleaming from the entrance.
"Awake are ya?"
They walked in lined up against the door in case their captive tried to escape even with bound energy cuffs on wrists and ankles.
"Yeah, I had a li'l nap thanks...your captain made his mind up yet?"
"Oh ho, not yet...but we have."
The tallest of them was the one who spoke, as he closed the door behind him. He smiled down on the raptor, walking closer confidently.
"Wait...we?"
"Yeah...as in, we three. See, you might have seen that there are no...females on board...and you know how they say spaceship romances never go well...right?"
"I...guess...wait."
He had an idea of what they wanted and he backed against the wall in a furious wriggling motion.
"Hey hey hey, you're not thinking what I think you're gonna do are ya?!"
"And...what would that be?"
The creature leaned down to his captive and cupped the snout in one hand softly, stroking along the neck softly.
"I...I know how this shit goes...no way in hell you're gonna rape me, you can fuck off back to your cabin and jack yerself off."
"Rape? Ohhh that's just cruel...we don't rape. Never...and you know why?"
"...you have an oddly-structured moral code?"
"No. Because..."
He then pulled out from his suit a small flask of yellow liquid, almost like honey. He opened it and gently poured the stuff onto the raptor's head.
"You can't rape the willing."
"Wh-wh-what's this stuff?"
The smell of it was somehow familiar, and it was quickly intoxicating him. His mind somehow started to lose focus and he felt more light-headed. He would barely remember what would occur for the next hour or so, but suffice to say, it would have been most unpleasant if he had been more aware of his own actions at the time. Awakening several hours later, James found himself sore and sticky on the brig floor, chained still and feeling a bit uncomfortable. He tried to think why he was sore, and then he remembered the "fun" the guards had with him. That weird stuff they poured onto him had made him beg so cheaply to them, as he wrinkled his snout up in utter digust of himself for doing such a thing.
But then they were kinda sexy, he thought to himself. Oh goddamit James, don't go Stockholm Syndrome now, you got kidnapped and, well, basically raped by pirates...SPACE pirates! The worst kind, because you can't just jump out into space and swim to the nearest shore, can ya? No, not unless you got an escape pod, which is harder to steal than a lifeboat what with all the buttons and shit. You didn't want it, even if it didn't hurt...that much anyways...it's still not right. ...I gotta get out of here.
He shook his thoughts from his mind and tried to steady himself up into a more comfortable position. He should have been more upset by the fact that three space pirates had his way with him, remembering what one of the guards had let slip during the lustful moments before. But he considered two things.
1. He was feeling weirdly excited at being a captive of them, in some strange way. He had had enough excitement back home but this was more adventurous than fighting with trash can lids in the back alley with junkies. This felt more fantastical, more fictional, like a dream to him.
He never dreamed he would be on another planet, despite his world having hovercars and virtual reality for the more well-off folk. But he was used to that, that wasn't the future to him. Space was the future. Although there were colonies on other planets near Earth such as Mars and one of the moons of Jupiter, he'd never be rich enough to afford it. The only people who weren't rich on those colonies were ones born there or smuggled there, or both.
2. That odd chemical poured on him had reversed his "please no" to "oh fuck yes". At least the pirates were kind enough to change his mind into a more happier mode, he couldn't say fairer than that. They could have let him be unwilling instead and just rape him. Then again it was practically the equivalent of a viagra & rohypnol cocktail. His mind tried to tangle with this strange idea. Did he enjoy it? A part of his mind didn't want to for being used in such a way, but then they did make him willing. Even if it was by artificial means and not just the natural way, by some slow seduction and a nice meal.
As he was thinking on these two points, the door opened once more and he saw two guards enter, taking the chain off the wall, putting his jeans back on and dragging the raptor wordlessly through corridors. It was obvious he had been molested, the smell of space pirate musk all over him which the guards wrinkled their snouts at. Eventually, he was brought to a solitary door. A very strange looking one, larger than most of the other doors he had seen, marked with clawmarks all over it as if a rampant beast lived here. He was somewhat right in his assumption.
"Captain," said one of the guards, "we have the captive ready."
The voice of the captain came darkly from behind the door.
"Good, throw him into my quarters."
"A-alone?! But sir-"
"Do NOT question me, unless you'd enjoy a solid meal of Phazon!"
With shaky nods, they opened the door and threw James into the room, who landed heavily on his belly, trying to get up in his bound position.
The dark room looked like a whirlwind within a study. Except without the books. The walls were the same as all of the ship but there were frames along them. A few were of the captain himself painted in magnificent ego-stroking watercolour or photographs and snippets of news articles digitally rendered into permanent frames with titles such as "K-2L Massacre!" and "Federation Sting Fails, Ridley's Tail Deadlier!".
There was also a large metallic computer as a semicircular desk, which the purple dragon-thing stood in front of, dominatingly powerful at 8 feet tall with wings spreading out as soon as James' eyes locked on him, imbuing him with a fearful presence.
"So...are you enjoying your stay upon my ship, captive?"
"Would you be offended more if I just said no, or if I pretended to say yes?"
"Surprise me."
A cruel smile came from the long beak.
"Well, I would like to say, you make good beds but your food service is atrocious. Still waiting for breakfast, lunch and dinner you know, though I did get something to not star-"
He was cut off by a hefty swipe of the bony tail to the side of his head, making him fall with a yelp onto his side. As he hit the floor with a crunching groan, the face of the captain turned from a smile to a sneer instantly.
"Disrespectful little hatchling...as much as I despise your lack of respect, I am willing to make a deal."
"Wh...what deal?"
"You will call me sir when you speak to Captain Ridley, boy!"
Another tail swipe at the raptor.
"Alright alright Captain!" he said in a sarcastic tone.
"NOT Captain!"
Another slash of the dagger-like tip of the tail was brought unto him, as well as the smack of claws to the raptor's body.
"You are not a member of my crew and you do not deserve to be one either. You are lower than even my most newest recruit!"
The dragon space pirate picked up James by the throat and pushed him against the wall. He dragged his back against it hard as he tightened his grip, pinching a claw into the shoulderblade to make it bleed thinly.
"Now...WHAT do you say, whelp?"
"S-sir! Yes, sir!"
An almost instinctive blurt to avoid any more tail lashing.
"Good."
He threw his captive across the room, missing the desk by inches to hit against the wall and slide down behind the desk. He tried to hold back his tears from the pain he felt all over him, his back especially. But he had no time to get up before Ridley flew across the room, wings stretched out like a demon king as he leapt on top of James, bearing down on him hard with a bony beak rubbing against the cheek.
"Now...let us make a deal...and your chances of walking free away from me will be greatly improved."
"Y-yes sir."
"Tell me where the Hunter is."
"Wh-who?"
"Answer the question boy," his tone turned grating and hoarse, "Where...is...the Hunter?"
"I...I...the guy in the suit? I told you before, I don't know who he is! I just met him and your guys show up and I just...I didn't know, I'm sorry!"
"I take any action against my crew seriously, no matter what your reactions were."
He lifted up James once more before slamming him against the wall. His arm looked like bare bones with the thinnest of scaled flesh over them, yet they had a surprising strength within them.
"Where is Samus?"
"Wh-who's Samus?"
"The Hunter you eggsucking bitch, WHERE IS SHE?!"
"I-i-i-what the fuck are you talking about?!"
"You were there with her when my crew ambushed her, and you helped her escape. You are her ally and therefore I demand you to tell me her whereabouts or else!"
"O-...or else what?"
James' lips quivered in rising panic, unable to tell the captain what he wanted and having no idea of how to get out of it.
"Or else...judging by the stench of my crew on you...I will give you something far more satisfying...to myself."
Something in his tone implied that Ridley would not be so kind to use that chemical stuff his guards had used on him, so he tried rapidly to think of a way out. It was one thing back then, but this would be full-on rape, true pirate style, and he knew what they said. That old saying came to mind. In space, no one can hear you scream.
He wasn't even sure if he was off of the surface of Planet Zebes even but whatever the case, he didn't want Ridley fucking him. That skeletal pterodactyl dragon-like body rubbing against him felt creepy enough. Desperately thinking something to get out of this, he suddenly thought of something odd Ridley had said, earlier in his ranting against this Samus character.
"Wait...did you say she?"
"What?"
"You said...this um Hunter, was a she?"
"Yes..."
"Wow...totally did not see that, I thought it was a guy, I mean really, nothing obvious in that suit."
This observation threw Ridley off slightly so James took the chance.
"I mean, seriously, was wandering along, found a guy in a suit, thought to ask directions yanno?"
"And...you had no idea Samus was female?"
"I didn't even know her NAME until you told me half a minute ago! Really, I don't know anything about this place, I'm just a little raptor who got lost."
Ridley was not convinced, knowing that in his line of work, suspicion was good for his health and his career.
"I don't believe you."
"If I knew Samus was a girl, would I have kept calling her a guy when we first met?"
"If you're a very clever ally of hers yes...but to even have an ally is unusual for her."
"Why is that unusual?"
"She is a lone hunter. She has always been by herself ever since I made her alone, and then...she returns..."
He dropped James unceremoniously onto the floor, clasping his long pencil thin claws together as he stared at his framed murals of a most "illustrious" career.
"That pathetic human should be dead, should have died back in her days as a hatchling, but those peace-preaching Chozo swooped her away from the colony of K-2L to turn her into the most...castrating experience of my life. I was on my way to ruling the galaxy with perfect records of raids, massacres, wealth and an army. And right at my zenith she struck me down...I didn't even think one little human, a FEMALE human of all things, would be so much trouble, but it just proves I should have been more careful in my raiding. Ironic isn't it?"
He turned towards James, his face looking somewhat wistful.
"U-uh huh?"
"That my carelessness is leading me to my doom. Which is exactly why..."
His face turned into a snarl once more as he picked up James and threw him over the desk, walking around this time to stare down upon him.
"I am going to be more careful this time. I will not have two hunters arguing over my head. For now...I will rape you, just like I wish to do to her now. And then I will kill you...like I should have done to her long ago."
"But...b-but I don't KNOW anything about her for fuck's sake!"
"You know too much about me now, and like I said, I will not pay for my carelessness once again by creating a new enemy who walks from my clutches with revenge in his heart. Your heart will be lifeless, and your corpse will be nothing but filled with my seed as a personal reminder to myself. A reminder of always doing every objective...perfectly."
Ridley rubbed his bony hands all over his raptor captive, feeling every part of the body from the snout to the anus. It still felt a little wet still from his guards' fun from before, a cruel chuckle coming from his bent throat.
"I...I wasn't even going to say anything if you let me go, I don't CARE what you're doing here, I don't care about this Samus bitch and your fucking carelessness, I just wanna...j-just wanna go home!"
He whimpered in panic and frustration at himself, at Ridley, at Zebes, everything. His first real adventure had turned so sour before he even realised where he was. He knew of course pirates were not the nicest of characters, but he was still angered and scared at the same time about this. Ridley merely chuckled.
"I don't care. You have reminded me of why I despise that human...and I will thank you...when I fill you, and then slaughter you. Let me tell you a little secret."
He bent his beak down towards the raptor's head with a vile murmur.
"I never leave my captives alive. I was never going to let you go. Far too great a risk. But I don't kill all of them quickly. It's far more fun watching an inferior little thing like you squirm on my cock."
As he said this, he forced James' head between his legs. The raptor soon felt a bump of the bony body start to form near his snout, the scales feeling so ridged and skeletal. It made him shudder, and he only panicked, trying to wrestle his head away from the deceptively strong claws. But Ridley was not going to let him get away. What followed soon after would haunt the young strange visitor for many years of his life.
Never had he felt his body more violated in his whole life. Never had he been made into such a worthless wretched creature as Ridley had made him feel until then. All he could think of, through the pain and agony that racked through his entire body, was of home. Why had he been taken to this strange place? Why was he not back in Sarah's bar, recovering from an accident when his bike slammed into that military police cruiser?
Why was he trapped in a space pirate's ship, to become the fatal victim of their most cruel and heartless captain, a monster in his own right? He was forced to see into the wide grinning teeth, the cold yellow eyes that shined like the lights of a prison yard, and the skeletal abomination that was his body. He screamed, he cried, his body begged for mercy. But it would never come. All he could hope for was the end, which soon came within a mix of blood and tears.
Ridley panted on top of his death-sentenced prisoner with a deep hiss and a lewd lick along the head.
"And that...shall be the greatest moment of your life...which will end now...what was your name again?"
"Hhhhh...a-ah...J-james..."
"Ahhh...well...mmmph...here lies dear sweet James, under me in body, mind and death."
Ridley soon lifted his tail up to slide around his body and rub sinuously against the raptor's side. He could feel the scythelike tip slide along his victim's body, wanting to feel the sweat of fear on it before he gripped the raptor's throat, slowly crushing his windpipe. The choking came quickly as he struggled instinctively. Ridley hissed in a sick pleasure, each choking sound his captive made coincided with a tightening around his body.
"Yes...yes...I want your very last breath to be mine, just like your body was."
As he began to press the tip of his tail into James' side, making it start to bleed as he choked harder, the ship lurched around them. Ridley fell off balance but scored a shallow slash in James' belly, making him wince. But he was relieved that his captor had let his throat go, coughing violently with an almost retching sound. Whatever distraction it was, James was deeply thankful.
