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*****this chapter contains rape, and torture******

~~~~~~~~~~ denotes: flashback, dream, or some other form of memory recall

Ooman- slang for human

Ki'cte- Enough

Pyode- Soft

Pauk- f**k

Chi'ytei- hug, embrace

Amedha- meat

Sei-i- yes

Paya- Yautja warrior god

Mei-hswei- brother


Chapter 4 - A Step Forward

Flossie took a step back. She thought that maybe she had misunderstood him. Because it happens when a human and a...an alien get lost in translation, right? She laughed, "For a moment I thought you said I was gonna be living with you."

Axel took a seat, watching her closely. Somehow he had to convince her that she would be safe with him. After all, her stay in Medical was redundant at this point. She would have to come back for more monitoring of her pup and lungs, but that was all.

"I did. Your stay here is over. Your health is favorable, and there is no longer a need for you to remain."

She took another step backwards. "Why do I have to stay with you?"

Now was the time to tell the female about her status. It was not going to be easy for her to hear, but it was still the time.

"The Elders aboard the ship have decided that since you've come here under my care, and that I have been actively attending to your needs, that you should be my companion and mate."

This time Flossie took two steps back. "MATE?" She trembled, and shook her head from side to side. "No. Is that why you've been hanging around me? To make it official? So when you are raping and beating me, it will be okay...because I'm your "mate"...I'd rather die first!"

"Ki'cte, female. Enough. I'm not a bad blood, and I will not harm you. I take my honor and duty seriously towards you ooman Flossie. Yes, you are to be my mate, but I have never harmed you female, and I do no plan to do so. We have laws that protect you, and being my mate is part of that protection. Aboard this ship, not all are fond of your species, and some may attempt to harm you. I will not allow that to happen. I will care for you and your pup."

He waited for her to take another step, but she didn't. He waited. She shuffled, but otherwise didn't move. An uneasy silence past between them.

"You would have many more walls to look at, and more. But, maybe the Elders would allow another male to provide you with care. However, I cannot promise he would be honorable behind closed doors," He finished.

With that Axel stood. The truth was her accusations had pissed him off, and further fueled his lust for Celdhe's head. He clenched his massive fists, thinking of all the ways he would torture the coward.

Flossie gave his words some serious thought. She couldn't stay inside this room forever, nor could she hide herself in the restroom for vacations either. Thinking back to when she first came aboard this ship, she could not recall one time that she had been intentionally mistreated. She had spent many evenings alone, "behind closed doors" with this male and he had never attempted to hurt her in anyway.

She gave Axel a long look. One that added thought into a stare that seem to go past him. She had every reason not to trust him. He was the same species as her kidnappers. However, this made her realize that if he wanted to hurt her, he would have by now. When she weighed the pros and cons of her situation, she had to take it for what it was worth.

"More what?" She inquired. Axel walked to the door, and grunted. He flexed his massive muscles from his shoulders down to his toes. When he turned to address the female, he noticed the expression on her face, and the unmistakable "impressed" sigh that escaped past her ooman lips.

Flossie had watched the male flex his massive body one muscle at a time. Damn.

"More than this," Axel spoke as he motioned to the room. Flossie slowly took in the room that had been her home since her rescue. She had some sentiment for this room, especially the restroom, but she couldn't stay.

"Well, that's not very descriptive," She responded, taking a step towards him. "I mean, I just don't want me and my baby sleeping on a hard ass floor." Axel cocked his head, pleased that she mentioned her pregnancy. He had begun to think she was in denial of her condition.

He took a step towards her. "I'm sure that can be prevented."

She took three long strides, and stopped in front of the male. She looked up at him, her light brown eyes locked onto to the dark lenses of his mask. He had rescued her, and taken care of her. Now, here he was once again...giving her a chance and offering his continued care.

"Promise me that you will treat me well." She told him. Axel cocked his head, curiosity getting the best of him. He thought about her words carefully, not wanting to dishonor himself by saying yes to the subtle demand, especially if he didn't know what all it implied. Flossie's tone in which she asked, suggested that she was seeking something more permanent.

"I can only try," He rumbled. Then he leaned slightly forward, and placed his clawed index finger on her head. Axel purred as he slowly traced the pad of his finger from the middle of her forehead down to the tip of her nose.

He turned and grabbed her duffle bag. "Are you ready to leave Little One?"

"In just a moment," She said, walking over to make her bed. She was sure the aliens would come in and sanitize the place, but she was anal about things being clean and neat. Flossie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she pulled her purse strap onto her shoulder. She followed Axel out of the room that had become her makeshift home since her rescue. She left it with a slight feeling of uncertainty, as she begin to accept this new way of life. Her new way of life.


Flossie walked down the long corridor. It was as wide as a two way street, and well lit. She marvelled at the intricate artwork, symbols, and foreign language that seemed to be woven within one another on the walls.

As she walked, Flossie sometimes stopped to inspect a statue or a what seemed to be alien hieroglyphics. Sometimes she just simply contemplated a small symbol. Axel was patient as his ooman companion got familiar with her new surroundings. He stopped and explained the writings to her.

It told the stories of his clan, Red Talon, and how many battles were fought and won. How Elders, long deceased, took their mates and sucklings and established new territories. How a foreign sickness had plagued his ancestors, until a lone yautja left to find the Healing Waters granted by Paya, finally finding the water; he returned with it to save his kind from certain death. It is said it was that water that keeps the yautja strong and healthy.

All things considered Axel's clan was well established with a strong code of honor. A rich clan in culture, ethics, and goods.

The ship was huge. Flossie couldn't imagine anything like it. It was a mix of regal eras each with hints of this species' honor, code, religion, and other ways of life intertwined in each bold gold and crimson inlay of the carved walls. The statues were a testament to the richness of this clans heritage, and the writing told the entire story thus far.

Other yautja passed the odd couple in the hallway. Heads were cocked as trills of inquiry, and clicks of curiosity begin to vocalize themselves. Flossie slowed her pace and walked behind Axel with her head lowered, and held onto one of the leathery straps that crossed his back.

Flossie was nervous. She had only been around the doctor aliens, and Axel mostly. She clenched the strap tighter, and hoped that they would soon make it to Axel's home. Flossie felt hands wrap around her waist, and then a slight tug pulling her back. At that, she damn near climbed up Axel's back, making him stop and turn.

"Chi'ytei pyode amedha! Sei-i chi'ytei!"

As she turned, she was greeted by slobbery wet 'kiss' on her belly from an alien half her height. It was a child. She let Axel go, and took a step toward the little alien. The pup continued to reach for her, as it clicked and chirped.

"What is it saying?"

Axel gave the pup a pat on the head. "He wants to give you a hug."

Flossie smiled, then reached to embrace the pup, but Axel stopped her. "You must get approval from his bearer first, and that will not be easy."

Before Axel could explain why, a large female rounded the corner, her head turned quickly from left to right searching for something. Since the interaction with the pup, a few yautja had congregated near them taking in the strange scene. When the yautja female saw this, she made her way over.

Axel pushed Flossie behind him, not sure of the female's intent. However, her walk was more of one of concern, than of outrage. She stopped in front of Axel, and gave a curt bow of her head before kneeling to her pup.

"Do not leave my side like that again, Tomys. Do you not remember what happened to your mei-hswei?" The female growled, and then pulled him into her arms. Tomys explained to his mother that he had seen an ooman, and that he wanted to hug her, and keep her for his mate. His intentions lead to him receiving a hard smack on his bottom.

"Please don't. He was just being a kid." Flossie intervened. The female stood, and looked down at the ooman. "Please tell your pet that I am not concerned with her, and to stay away from my pup!"

Axel growled, "She is my mate, and not a pet. She was only showing your suckling regard since she is with pup herself. He ran to her, wanting her to hug him."

The female grabbed her pup and stormed through the crowd, as Tomys continued to reach for Flossie wanting his hug.

The yautja that had gathered chirped and trilled until Axel gave a loud bark of authority. "This is my mate, the Honored ooman Flossie." These words silenced the small crowd, as they moved out of the way, clearing a path for the couple to walk through.

Axel turned towards Flossie, "Little One, take your place as my mate." He demanded. These words had confused her, but she wouldn't question him now. If she was his mate, then they were a couple. Couples walked together. She stood up straight, pushing her shoulders back as she came to stand by Axel's side. She raised her head and met his gaze, as he grunted his approval.

They continued to walk down the corridor, and were now met with bowed heads of acknowledgement. Axel purred, pleased now that Flossie no longer cowered behind him. Although he could hear her heart pounding, she kept up with his leisurely strides, as her own steps became more confident.

They came to a door that slide open after Axel entered a code on a panel of foreign symbols.

He entered the quarters and sat Flossie's belongings down as she entered slowly, letting her eyes roam around the room. The air was thicker here, and it had a faint earthy smell to it. The room she stood in was a cross between futuristic high tech, and rustic medieval. She took a few steps inside.

It was huge. High ceilings, and more intricate artwork and cultural stories. The living room held huge divans that were made from wood, and bones. There was a center table, a huge rectangle made of a smooth stone with red and gold inlays. A pristine piece. Next, was a huge fireplace that was made from what looked to be fieldstone; it's uneven patterned adding a unique look to the room. On a space high above the mantle, two katanas crossed each other right below the huge antlers and skull of some animal.

Flossie walked around, taking all of the space in, and when she had inspected the living room fully, she went further. Now, she was on the other side of the huge fireplace, it was two- sided, and she was now in the kitchen.

Axel busied himself as the female looked around. He left her bags by the communication center until she decided where she wanted them.

She continued her tour, now heading across the hall from the kitchen to a door. It slid open and she walked into what seemed to be a storage area. It didn't take her long to locate her rolling luggage She was relieved. Flossie had spent a lot of money in Paris in attempt to get to the next stage her life, and even though it was no hope of that happening now, she could use all her high end merchandise for herself and baby now.

The next room she entered was a bedroom, it had a cozy feel, like a rustic lodge in Montana. She looked at the bed, touching the natural wood. Thicker trunks made up the posts, and the head board was designed with smaller branches that reached out at points, creating a fan. The covers were crimson, and filled with feathers. The feel was exquisite. Flossie pulled herself upon the bed, pushing on the mattress to test it out. It was perfect. She continued to look around the room, taking in the wooden shelf, and decor. Flossie yawned, it was a very cozy room. She turned on her side, and propped herself up on her elbow.

For a moment she thought about the incident in the hall. The cute kid, with it's nubby dreads, and small knots on it's cheeks where she assumed it's mandibles would grow. The molted green color of the boy's skin looked wet, like a snake. She smiled a moment then thought about what Axel had said to her about "taking her place as his mate." Being by Axel's side, and not behind him made a difference to this race. She hoped that walking beside him was as close to a normal "mating" experience as they would get.

Axel had things to do, there were several items that were required for his female's new status, and now was as good a time as any to take her to the weapons maker. The male stood, and walked down the hallway to the last room he'd heard her enter. As the door slid open, he could only shake his head at the sight. Upon the bed was his new companion fast asleep.

Not wanting to disturb her, Axel left to prepare food for the evening meal.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flossie screamed for him to stop. It wasn't a good feeling to pulled by your ankles while your bare ass and back scraped against the grated floor. She was relieved when "thatsorryass" stopped, and waited for a door to slide open. When it did, she was thrown inside.

She tried to stand, but was pulled so hard by her hair, that she saw stars in the dark room. She felt cold metal cuffs engulf and tightened around her wrists, as they were pulled over her head. Flossie was on her tiptoes before her feet hung precariously a few feet off the floor. This would turn painful in a few moments if she didn't have something to support her weight.

"thatsorryass" walked behind her, caressing her body roughly, then giving her a slight push making her swing back and forth by her wrists. Flossie winced as she tried to pull her weight up to ease the torturous hurt in her arms and sides. The male grabbed her, and pulled her against his warm body. He was hard and purring; that could only mean one thing.

Flossie closed her eyes, knowing what he was about to do. "thatsorryass" walked over to a panel, and pressed a red symbol made up of several small red bars. The floor beneath her feet opened up, and a jagged looking rocky stone was raised.

Flossie was relieved as she had something to support her body now, and taking the weight off her extended arms. She was relieved until her feet started sting, as if small needles were pricking her, and then alcohol was rubbed into the wounds.

As she registered the discomfort, the male came back and pulled the female against his hard dick again. By the feel of it, his loincloth was off now, and he was ready to hurt her some more. He spread her legs, allowing her a bit of a reprieve from her stinging in her feet. "thatsorryass" purred in her ear, "Pyode pauk, ooman."

He lowered her hands, and quickly turned her body around to face him. Flossie immediately lowered her head and closed her eyes. With swift, painful movements she was now lying on top of the protruding stone.

He took her there, entering her hard, and rough. His strokes were a steady pounding rhythm, and he growled his pleasure out between biting her nipples, and neck. The harsh movement caused the skin on her back to break, and the stinging pain started once again. Tears formed in her eyes, but she was too stubborn to let them spill. He pulled her hair hard, as his strokes became longer, and his back begin to arch. 'Finally', Flossie thought.

As "thatsorryass" met his peak, he slammed into her hard, making her head snap back and hit the jagged stone. Flossie didn't need to touch her head to know that it was bleeding. The male put all of his weight on top of her. A reminder to her that he was in control.

Flossie kept her eyes closed, taking shallow breaths, and spacing them out to exhale when he inhaled and vice versa. Finally he got off her, and pulled her up all too gently by her arms. Then he checked her back and feet. If she didn't know any better she thought he was showing her some concern. Bastard.

"Gud pauk, ooman?"

Those words... she understood them. It didn't take a member of MENSA to figure out that he was asking her if the rape she had just endured was...pleasing to her. Was he serious? She wished she could cut his dingaling off and ask him if it felt good. Flossie was pissed off to her highest "pissability", he was kidding, right? She got the feeling she was being intergalactically Punk'd.

She looked up at him, "Good fuck? Hell NO! Bad Pock, ALIEN!" Flossie couldn't complete the roll of her eyes before she was dealt a hard backhand across her face. Evidently, he understood her as well.

As the stars circled her head, Flossie fought to stay conscious. She was harshly pulled back into place, her hands above her head, and the rough rock under her feet. The burn started immediately, and it was more intense now. It felt like fire burning her.

She raised her feet as long as she could, before allowing them to return to the stone. She did this a few more times until the male held her feet firm against the stone, making her scream out. She put her head down, and hoped she would just pass out from the unbearable pain. But again she got a reprieve as another male entered, and barked something to her tormentor. As they hurried out together, "thatsorryass" lowered the stone, and her.

Back to her original position of her hands pulled above her head, she was relieved for now. It was quiet, so quiet in fact that only thing she could hear was her own breathing, and...the male's sperm as it spilled out of her like thick, sporadic raindrops.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~