Here's chapter 3! Thank you to everyone who reviewed and has followed the story! It really helps motivate me to write.
Also, WARNING for some sexual-esque content. It's really not bad guys, but I figured I would say something.
Yautja Culture
-unBlooded Warriors: Young yautja who have yet to make a substantial kill (such as a xenomorph)
-Blooded warriors: Have "come of age" in killing a worthy opponent.
Enjoy :)
Chapter 3
If it weren't for the fact that I was also completely freaked out, I would have laughed at the look of horror that crossed Barbra's and Jane's faces when the alien spoke English. Ben on the other hand, looked pissed. This was his fault for sure. Whatever these things were, the yautja or whatever, he knew what was going on.
"What…the fuck?" I said and mentally slapped myself. This really wasn't the time to be letting my inner monologue have a party.
Everyone in the room turned to look at me, but I felt the eyes of the alien next to me burn into my head in a way that made sparks shoot along my spine. I really have to figure out what's going on with me and him.
Because I have a feeling that I shouldn't be attracted to an alien that had physically injured me and had tried to kill my family. But you know, fuck logic right?
I raised my arms, "sorry sorry, go ahead." I heard something sounding suspiciously like a chuckle coming from Blackie to my right and I shot him a look, which did absolutely nothing but make the sound louder.
"Straight to the point then, you all will be sold," he said, gesturing to the Rogers. He then turned to address me, "and you, well, our Elder has already taken you as a pet. Be honored lou-dte kalei, many a slave would kill to be a pet."
" Woah woah woah, a pet? What the hell do you mean a pet? I am not this asshole's pet!" A hiss rang out from each yautja in the room and suddenly my chain leash was pulled so I was pressed up flat against the chest of Blackie, forced on my tiptoes with my neck craned up toward his face.
"Ja, ket ell-osde de'ka," he growled into my face. His voice boomed louder and deeper than the monks, authority dripping from each word. My body involuntarily shivered against his.
"Watch your words lout-dte kalei, your master may not speak it but he understands you perfectly well," Monk said. I really needed to come up with better nicknames for these guys.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me, then what the hell did he just say? And hey, Blackie, let me go!" The asshole had probably been laughing at me this entire time. Again, 100 percent certified fucker.
Blackie growled louder this time, his other hand wrapping around my lower back and squeezing tightly, almost painfully.
"Ell-osde dar'jen chek mek'han'le mei ke-da," he rumbled. His hand continues to hold my waist while the other let go of my leash. My neck, finally able to relax, dropped so I was staring at his chest.
He reached up to detach the tubes form his own mask and I held my breath. He detached the metal from his face and lifted it off.
I gasped, my body going completely still, and yet, I felt like here was an electric current running though my veins.
He had gold eyes, surrounded by black. They must have been one of the only things of color on his body but they were breathtaking. And they held my gaze like a death grip.
After attaching his mask to his belt, his hand returned to my leash. Oh, come on my neck needs a damn break.
He lifted me up higher, my face right in front of his. He clicked his mandibles once and then spread them wide. Oh no, he wasn't going to do this.
He started purring, much like the last time but now it was different, deeper, if that was possible. And where that one made me relax, this one stirred me up.
I cried out and the foreign feeling, the purrs penetrating my muscles and shooting straight to my sex. He was watching me intently, fully aware of what he was doing to me.
He pulled my face forward, his lower mandibles cupping my jaw, the upper ones splayed across my cheeks.
His mouth opened and a long, forked tongue slithered out. He wasted no time in running the slick muscle along my lips and eventually, pushing it into my mouth.
I mewed desperately. Fucking mewed, like a cat in heat. The organ slithered within my throat, exploring my mouth and committing it to memory.
My hands unconsciously gripped his biceps, my nails digging into the thick flesh. The juncture of my thighs throbbed, and I was completely overwhelmed by how aroused I was.
"What is he doing to her?" Jane seemed thoroughly disgusted by the show but all Monk did was chuckle.
"Putting her in her place. She truly seems to be his pet, such a strong response."
Mortified at my own reaction, I pushed back against the wall of muscle holding me to it. He released my face and unwrapped his arm from my body.
I was dazed, barley taking notice of the way my body crumpled to the floor next to his feet. It was like I was drugged. The world seemed blurred and I leaned onto his legs for support.
His purr softened, only loud enough for me to hear and feel. What in the world was going on with me? It was like my limbs were noodles and my mind desperately focused onto the sounds he made, almost as if I needed them.
"What did he do? What's wrong with her?" Literally, same thing I wanted to know but it seemed my tongue decided it wasn't going to work.
"None of your concern ooman, he is her N'yaka-de, her master. Her response is normal." If I could move right now I would strangle the monk. I needed to get answers, and soon.
"W-what are you going to do with us?" Barbra's voice was shaking, fear evident in her voice.
"Like I was explaining previously, you three will be sold. Ooman slaves don't go for the best price these days, but the Thwei Clan has been on the lookout recently." The three yautja made approved growls, their mandibles clicking together behind their masks. I was guessing they all belonged to that clan.
I had no idea what to do. My own situation wasn't looking to great and the Rogers had made my life shit sometimes, but did I want them to be slaves?
They had knocked me around in the past, but they could have really beaten me. And sure, the army cot and cold room was annoying, but they fed me.
It hadn't been the best place for me, but I was alive, and stronger for it. I'm not even sure that it was the fact that it was the Rogers being sold that bothered me.
I wasn't ok with slavery, no matter who was subjugated to it. Though there was little I could do about it now. The fuzz was barley starting to clear from my mind and I couldn't really fight every alien here, they'd kill me.
And Blackie over there had some strange power over me that I had yet to figure out. I was helpless.
"You piece of shits!" Ben finally spoke, blood spurting from his mouth and onto the floor. That earned him a nasty smack to the back of the head that caused him to fall forward onto his chest. His hands were tied behind his back yet he made no efforts to struggle, just pulled his head up to sneer at the aliens.
"This wasn't the deal, my family was never to be involved. As long as I kept my mouth shut and abided by the rules, they were promised to be safe." Ben spit in Blackie's direction and I grit my teeth.
By the look of the Monk and alien next to me, Ben was pushing it and they didn't seem like the tolerant sort.
Blackie was the only one to speak, his authority ringing in every word, while Monk translated. The stark contrast between the two was shocking. The hierarchy that seemed to fuel their species was ever present in their tone, body language, and general aura.
"Our Elder says that the agreement was nullified when we discovered two of our own in your laboratory. Our treaty with your government specifically states that you turn over all of those you have found. You, Mr. Rogers, are the only one who did not obey. Mutilating the bodies of honorable hunters is a violation. And yet we discover you testing upon them."
"They were both going to die! What does it matter if I used them to gain information that could change the world?" Ben was choking on his blood, his words coming out in gurgled slurs.
"It is dishonorable, ooman. To test on live specimens is torture. Yautja kill cleanly, we find no benefit in making prey suffer. But you mutilated the bodies of our fellow warriors, and from our investigations, you quite enjoyed it. Your wife and daughter will be sold as house slaves. But you, you will be released into the forest on our home planet, to be hunted down by newly Blooded warriors."
Barbra let out a heavy sob and Jane was silently crying, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Ben started yelling incoherently and I made an indistinguishable moaning noise, trying to get my bearings.
"Wait wait," Jesus my voice was sounded like I had eaten nails, "Jane and Barbra didn't do anything, w-why don't you just let them go back to Earth?" I looked up, directly addressing the 'Elder.'
He looked down at me, his head doing that head tilt shit and his hand almost playing with my chain leash. I couldn't really tell, but his eyes seemed to soften when he looked at me.
"They will not be killed ke'da, they shall serve the yautja race and in return, they shall be fed, clothed, and sheltered until their natural deaths. Unfortunately, their memories are too traumatic to be removed without damage to the brain, and unless they would prefer possible paralysis or permanent amnesia, they will stay with us," Monk translated, though our eyes did not leave each others.
Now even Jane was sobbing and I couldn't help feeling sympathetic for them, but that didn't solve my problem.
"And what about me? No one has cared to explain what the hell is going to happen to me other than that I have become your personal dog," I snapped and his eyes hardened.
He looked up and muttered something to Monk, leaned down, and grabbed me. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack and I cursed as my stomach touched the hard metal plating covering his shoulder.
The leash dragged behind on the floor and I felt the thick rim of it irritate my jaw and he walked.
I hit his back repeatedly, my fists doing literally nothing to loosen his hold or slow him down as he turned and walked back through the door.
"For the love of God, don't take me back to that fucking cell. I will lose my mind." He growled in response and squeezed my back.
I sighed. There wasn't much point in struggling. He wasn't hurting me and honestly, I wouldn't be getting the upper hand here. If I had any chance, I was going to have to outsmart him.
And suddenly, I noticed that I was inches away from his ass. I'm not proud of this but I really couldn't repress the urge. After all the stress of the past day, I wasn't really thinking.
So I lifted my arm as high as the upside down angle would let me, and smacked the side of one of the cheeks. God, I am a child. And I also had a filthy mind because good lord did he have a great ass.
I expected him to ignore it, like he did every other attempt I had. But no, instead he lifted his giant maw of a damn hand and brought it down on my butt.
I was still wearing my pajamas but the thud the hit made still startled me. He didn't hit me hard but there was still a dull pain.
"Hey! That hurt asshole!" Another smack collided with my ass and I bit my lip, this guy (alien) was going to drive me crazy. I gave up, letting myself flop against his back.
My fear spiked as we passed the small room I had been in. I wouldn't be able to handle it if he put be back there. Maybe I should have thought the butt slap through before I did it.
But he didn't stop, just carried me a bit further and into another room. He grabbed both of my legs and flipped me off his back.
The metal chain just missed slapping me in that face as I landed on something incredibly soft. They were furs; I was on a bed. I adored animals and so was mildly disturbed but these creatures didn't seem vindictive. They probably used every part of their prey.
Still, I gulped and looked up at him, finally getting my first good look at him. He was indeed, all black. His skin was like that of an alligator yet it had a smooth quality to it like a snake.
His eyes were a golden yellow, much more piercing than any eyes of a human. His forehead had a scar on it, two perpendicular lines that were slightly slanted.
His mandibles were relaxed but pulled taunt against his mouth. The tusks were tipped with gold. His hair, the tentacle-like tubes had gold bands wrapped around them every couple of inches. They too, had their own symbols on them.
He stood several heads taller than me and had the physique any human man would kill for. Broad shoulders lent their way to thick biceps and strong forearms. He had a hard chest supported by corded thighs.
His metal armor covered his shoulders and some of his chest. Weapons were secured to his back and dangled from his hips.
It was only then that I noticed the skulls. Some were wrapped around his neck, draped on rope. Others were strapped to his hips. They were all small but from the look of their teeth they must have been nasty to fight.
My eyes made my way back to his. He was watching me intently, letting me get my fill of him. I became eerily aware of the silence.
What was he going to do? I needed to figure out what was going to become of me. If I wasn't a prey item like Ben, or a house slave like Barbra or Jane, then what?
Monk said I was a pet, in particular I was the pet of this alien before me. But I had a feeling pets weren't to them like cats and dogs were to us. But without the translator here there was little I could do to figure that out. Still, I had to try.
"That other guy, he said I was a pet. What does that mean? What is going to happen to me? Is there another translator here that I can talk to?" My voice came out surprisingly sure considering I was a crumpled mess on a bed covered with animal pelts below a seven foot alien.
Just then a knock sounded and the door opened and in strolled Monk. It was my turn to be debriefed it seemed.
"Are you here to tell me what the fuck is going on?" He did that odd chuckling thing and shuffled forward. He looked to Blackie and waited until he nodded back at him, the go-ahead to speak.
"I am here to tell you that you will be returning back to our home planet with us. You will stay with Elder Cetanu from this point onwards. You will learn your place among us soon little ooman."
I gave him a strange look, "Wait, number one his name is Cetanoo? And two, if I am not going to be a slave like the others, then what am I going to do?"
"Centau, yes. And like your companions, you are indeed a slave. But yautja have different types of slaves. House slaves take care of a yautja's dwelling, cleaning their home and running any errands that need be done. Then there are labor slaves, which aid in building and physical work. And pets, well, pets are used for sexual companionship and are only taken by Elder's."
My mouth fell open. What? Sexual companionship? I looked at Black-Cetanu and felt the blood drain from my face.
I was going to be a sex slave. Oh my god.
Hope you guys liked it and not to be worried, there is lot more to this pet thing than you think! So stay tuned. Also, is it just me or do I get the BDSM feels here?
Yautja Translations
Lou-dte kalei – female (child maker)
Ja, ket ell-osde de'ka. – Oh, but you are.
Ell-osde dar'jen chek mek'han'le, mei ke-da. – You will learn respect, my pet.
