Chapter 2

In a fright, Elita tried to jump out of the bed. Only to be pinned down by a strong muscular arm. In a split second decision, highly influenced by heart stopping fear, she started rolling in the opposite direction of the wraith. This tactic would have worked only if he hadn't decided to roll with her. This whole game stopped after three revolutions when they fell off the bed. Luckily for her she managed to end up on top, struggling to get free of the now cocooning sheets. Elita began to succumb to the blinding terror, leaving her gasping for breath, while he just laid on the floor laughing.

After a brief struggle, she finally freed herself from the sheets and ran across the pitch-black room. It rapidly turned into a bad idea, for about half way across the room she collided with a chair. Over the chair she went and was promptly re-introduced to the floor.

He waved his hand over a sensor on his nightstand and brought the lights up a bit so that she could see well. He had no problem seeing her fall over the chair, but she didn't know that.

Elita scrambled to get up as quickly as she could, his laughter coming from near the bed. Faster then she believed possible, she went from almost getting back on her feet to being pinned against the wall. He was still chuckling.

"This is why I kept you alive, my little pet. You are highly amusing. Besides what would you have done if you had made it out of that door? How long do you think you would last? You are a nearly naked female human on a ship full of hungry, sexually repressed male wraiths."

Elita instantly stilled, his words pushing through the fear induced haze that had been clouding her thoughts. One phrase kept echoing inside her head. i Sexually repressed? /i

He placed his right index finger under the front clasp of her bra. She looked down and she could see his feeding slit. This caused a shiver to run down her spine; it was just so close to her chest, to close for any human to feel comfortable. Since she could see him so well now, it then came to Elita's attention that he was not one of the two wraiths that she had previously met.

"And I was even kind enough to leave your undergarments on you and wait till you woke up to make any advances on you."

i "As if this was some kind of great concession for him to make,"/i Elita hysterically thought.

"I even saved you from my subordinates. I could feel the pain of my intelligence officer when you kicked him in the prong. Then I turned to see a little, scared pretty human running in the opposite direction of him, I figured you must be the human in question. Then when you vomited on my weapons expert, I could not stop myself from laughing from the expression on his face and his thoughts permeating the network. You are a very amusing human. Both of them deeply want to kill you, but you need not worry about that. So I stunned you. There are only two other wraiths on this ship that could oppose my claim on you, My Queen and the Commander. So you are safe with me, as long as you behave like a good little human."

i "Be a good little human and behave. What does he think I am a dog?" /i Elita through to herself and then realized, i "Stunned me? The bastard shot me!"/i

"You shot me!"

"Yes, I did not think you would come quietly if I did not. Granted there is a certain amount of fun dragging a struggling human woman back to the hive to mate with. Unfortunately, I really did not have the time. Your planet turned into a bit of a pain to cull. Besides, I did not want you vomiting on me also."

"So we gave you a good fight then. Those new defenses I read about in the paper did some damage against you."

"Hardly," his tone turned condescending. "Those defenses of yours could not have taken out a damaged dart. No, there was just so many of your people and some were, a bit stubborn. I have to deal with sorting the last of them out this morning. I think we will have some great candidates for our spy department and perhaps some more personal worshipers being assigned, of course we will need to convince them first."

"What? With a good health and dental plan?" Elita said in a sarcastic tone. Her filter for keeping those snarky remarks to herself had gotten lost in the bed sheets earlier when she started to panic.

He just began to laugh again, "Little human, if you keep amusing me you will live a long life as my pet."

"Yeah, just what I always wanted, to be someone's dog. Except we don't usually try to have sex with our pets back home!"

Taking his left hand he pushed back Elita's short hair behind her left ear. He left his hand on the side of her face; using his pinky finger he gently grazed her lower lip for a moment. "Would you have rather died on your home world?"

"I would have seen my parents instead of being pinned against a wall by a wraith."

"Perhaps, if there is an afterlife you would have, but who is to truly know. I have been alive for over 9,000 years and I do not know what happens when we die. I just try to enjoy every waking moment I have."

i "Great I am now philosophizing with a wraith; well at least it's keeping him distracted from having sex with me. Wow 9,000 years old," /i Elita thought. She cursed that her head was still pounding, but there was nothing she could do about it right now.

"There are various schools of thought on what happens to anyone who dies. But I have never been a huge follower of them. Instead I would rather tether myself to my earlier statement of enjoying myself and I will be doing this with you this morning. It has been too long since I have taken a worshipper, and I am looking forward to the stress relief I will get from having you around."

He leaned in closer to her, lightly grazing his teeth on her neck, then licking where his teeth had touched her. She could hear her bra making a clicking noise, as the clasp came unlatched. She could feel something pressing against her stomach to as he leaned in closer.

i "Argh, his train gets back on track way to fast." /i Elita thought.

Suddenly he pulled back with a look of disgust on his face.

"What?" Elita shouted in shock.

"You almost sound disappointed that I stopped," he said with a smirk.

"Huh?" her terror morphing into confusion.

"An attractive woman like you should not smell bad; however, your hair reeks of smoke, vomit, and booze. You need a bath before I will mate with you."

"So if I don't take a bath you will just leave me alone?" Elita asked hopefully.

A conceited smile came across his face, "No little human, I will throw you into the shower and force you to bathe, or I will feed on you. Which would you rather have?"

"I'll take voluntary showering."

"Good" taking Elita's left hand with his right, he pulled her across the room. He hit a button on the wall and a door slid open. Following him inside she noticed a wraith bathroom coincided with a human's, granted with the wraith's own decorating twist. i "A mirror, sink, a toilet, and a shower, wait a minute, toilet? What is that doing here?" /i Elita had to ask.

"I don't mean to sound weird, but why do you have a toilet? I didn't think wraiths actually consumed any normal human food."

"Well, sometimes we eat food for pleasure. Plus we do drink water and other liquids on a regular basis. Of course you worshippers do require such facilities to serve us."

Still in a fog of shock she nodded her head, because his reasons did make sense.

"Come here my pet," pointing at the knobs in the shower. "Hot, cold, over here is the dispenser for shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Understand?"

"Yes, hive ships go through a lot of shampoo and conditioners don't they? That's why you have dispensers, right?" Elita winced unable to help the snarky comments from escaping.

"Yes, I do not even want to know how much. They make it on the hive. Now disrobe and get in."

"While you're in the room?" Elita asked nervously.

"I was planning on joining you. I only have so much time before I have to be on duty, and it is not like you have anything I have not seen before. You are not my first personal worshipper." He said as a toothy smile came across his face.

"Oh," turning towards the shower she finished un-hooking her bra, and set it on the sink. Feeling even more awkward she removed her panties and stepped into the shower. She could feel him standing right behind her as she began to mess with the knobs. She stood under the shower head and let her short black hair get soaked. Turning to get some shampoo out of the dispenser, she got a good eye full of what her captor looked like without his undergarments. He was far more endowed that any male she had seen before on her planet. This was not to say it was freakishly huge like a tea cup or something, but it was definitely bigger than most human males. What in the world was that strange bump at the base of his shaft? Quickly realizing that she was starring a bit too much she moved to get the shampoo.

He smiled, he was not oblivious at all to the fact Elita was now blushing horribly after seeing him nude. She scrubbed her hair as he washed his own long locks, which went down to about mid-back. After they both rinsed their hair out, he handed Elita a sponge, "I want you to scrub my back."

"Ok," she had never seen a wraith's back before, hell before yesterday she hadn't even seen a wraith and now she was bathing with one. In all her wondering about the wraith she never thought their back would have protruding spines. As she scrubbed him, she started to notice all his detailed tattoos on his back. Not thinking about who she was with in the shower, Elita began to trace her finger down one of them that ran down the side his spine.

He let out a growl that sounded more like a purr, and then started to turn around. Now facing Elita, she noticed that parts of his anatomy had returned to being a bit more attentive to the situation at hand. Leaning against her in the shower, he began to nibble on her neck again. While one of his hands started to massage her breast and the other hand wander down to her most sensitive area and began to play around. Elita dropped the sponge she was holding at this point. After a few moments he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her feet around his torso and allowing him to slide inside her. Thrusting himself in and out as he held her against the wall. All the time he was growling very softly. Suddenly Elita realized what the bump was for. It was just in the right place to stimulate her.

"Ohhh…" she felt quite dirty and wrong for getting any pleasure from him being inside her, but she couldn't really help it. At least he had enough decently to get her moist before slamming himself into her.

He continued his trusting motion which started to come with more urgency, and this growl became louder. He finally hit his peak and bit down to into Elita shoulder with is teeth, and let out a loud growl. This caused a thin line of blood to flow down from her shoulder, and a line of marks could now be seen.

Elita herself couldn't deny that that had felt quite good. She defiantly was feeling quite flush, and when he removed himself and set her back down, she had a bit off difficulty standing at first.

After stepping back under the shower to rinse off the sweat and blood, they began to dry off. Elita found her undergarments and quickly slipped them back on while he just walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his bottom.

Wrapping the damp towel back around her, she followed him into the main room.

He had opened a closet and pulled out some clean clothing and was beginning to put them on. "I sent your original clothing down to the hive's laundry. It will be back with mine this evening."

"What will I wear till then, or the day after tomorrow. I can't keep wearing the same clothing every day, and besides that, it's really cold in here."

"For now wear this," he said a she tossed her one of his long sleeveless shirts.

Elita dropped her towel and slid the shirt on. It was long enough to be a short dress on her; the only problem was she looked like she was wearing a potatoe sack.

"I will have some clean clothing and food sent to you soon. I will pick out something that I would enjoy seeing you in tonight. Even though your original clothing was quite inviting," he said with a toothy smile as he strolled across the room while buttoning the clasp on his jacket.

He stopped just short of Elita, and was fighting with the last three clasps. Growling slightly he said "These three always give me trouble. I need to send this jacket to the tailor, but he is backed up on his work right now. I would not get my jacket back for weeks."

"Well, I know how to sew pretty well. If you bring me a needle, thread, replacement clasp, and scissors; I can probably repair it." Elita said as she advanced towards him and started to fight with the clasp herself. She figured, I "I am stuck here I might as well act like a good little pet...for now." /i

Allowing her to finish doing his jacket, he placed one of his hands on her waist and the other on the side of her face.

"Now here are the rules. Do not leaving my chambers, you will not live very long wondering the hive ship, and I cannot protect you from the two wraiths that would like to feed on you if you leave my room. I will have food and clothing sent in for you by one of the other worshippers. You are more than welcome to explore my room and anything in it. I have not left anything in here that you could kill yourself with. I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT LEAVE MY ROOM."

"Yes, master," Elita said reluctantly as she finished his jacket. In her head she was thinking, i "So you have removed anything remotely interesting or fun out of this room. Oh and if I get bored, I might as well think that I am stuck here for all eternity. So, this is what it feels like to be stuck in a bad arranged marriage. I thought I avoided that fate, since my folks never had enough money for that. Damn it!" /i

"Good, my pet. I will check in on you in a couple of hours if I can." He turned and walked out the door with a certain spring in his step.

Elita just walked over and sat down on the bed thinking about what had just happened.