Amara leaned back, bracing her hands on the bed. His skin was so grey, and with the mangled leg and disfigured face, he looked like some sort of undead monster to her. He seemed to like whatever he smelled, and his eyes began to peruse up and down her body intently. Her heart was already in a panic. He acted differently from the rest, but his intentions were clear.

There was no heat radiating out from his body that indicated arousal. There was no heady musk provoke her scenes. He didn't purr. Though she hated herself for it, Amara had always found the purring as a turn on. It was stimulating yet relaxing. It was her only weakness for these giant reptilian aliens.

When yautjas purred at her, she wanted to melt in their arms. This yautja though, didn't purr at all. He just crowded her, eyes intense, and body ridged. A bulging vein on his neck gave away his racing pulse, the only indication of his arousal. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought he was going to kill her.

"Clo'thes." He rumbled.

Though she knew what he meant, she said, "Thanks, yes, they fit..."

"Clo'thes off."

She relented, and pulled her top over her head. Then, she began to slide down the skirt. He was hovering so close to her, her knuckles brushed his skin as she pushed down the fabric. She gulped, her throat tight and her chest still heaving. Though a layer of clothes would do nothing to deter him, she felt more vulnerable now without them.

He wanted to mate her, and since she'd disobeyed, he could now use sex as a justified punishment. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips, squeezing until she let out a small peep and squirmed. When she'd been raped before, the harder she'd struggled, the deeper his teeth had sunk in. The more she'd cried, the harder he had thrusted.

"Bed."

Amara remained compliant, her breaths becoming shallow as she turned and crawled onto the bed. She didn't want to look at him, so she remained on her knees with her back to him and her elbows resting on the bed. As she felt the bed tip with added weight, her fingers dug into the furs and she hugged one to her chest. She jerked as she felt him touch her back. He lightly drug his teeth across her skin, breathing heavily.

Fear flooded into her veins like a disease, "I'm sorry. I won't fall asleep while cleaning ever again, I promise...Just pick a different punishment, please."

After a moment, he grunted, "Pun-ish'ment?"

"You can use me as target practice or something, just not this...If it's my smell getting to you, I can bathe more." She began to ramble, "One of my previous owners locked me in a room until my smell dissipated. One of them rented a slave just to deal with me while the smell was strongest. Maybe you could just send me away for a little while or something?"

"M-di. Not send yuu aw'ay. Yuu are mine...fo'r now."

He climbed out of the bed, then she heard the door slide open. Amara turned to see him exit the room, leaving her there, naked. She collapsed into her side with a relieved breath. He'd said for now as though he might sell her though. She got dressed, and when she saw him again, he was wearing his armor for a hunt.

She followed him to the back of the house, to the spaceship. Amara went to the back and waited for him to open the trunk. He placed a few weapons behind the seat though, and sat down. She stood there for a moment, then tried to open the hatch to the back. It didn't budge.

"L'app." He demanded.

"...Not the trunk?"

He rumbled.

Amara walked to the front, and stood in front of him, feeling awkward. The yautja just watched her patiently, seeming amused. She took a deep breath, then turned around and backed up. His legs were too tall, so she had to sort of hop up into his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her still, then the ship began to lift off.

Amara wandered around curiously, trusting that the yautja was following and watching her. She found the alien plants and mushrooms equally enthralling. It wasn't long before a predator caught up to her though. She stilled as she heard a noise. Then, she saw movement.

It looked like a yautjas hunting hound. It was a big one too, with bulky muscle and long bone spikes growing from its back and on its head. It growled, and Amara stared at its lipless mouth and all those teeth. Now, she almost hoped that its intention was just to hump her. Instead, the hound launched at her.

Amara ran as fast as she could, but the hound kept right on her heels. When she tried to turn, she heard its teeth snap down on empty air. She scrambled the other way, heart pumping and adrenaline rushing through her. When she came across a shallow stream, she tried to jump across it.

She didn't make it. She hit the bank on the other side, then fell back into the cold water and mud. The hound was right on her, one of its heavy paws landing on shoulder. She kicked and thrashed, feeling its hot breath on her skin. Her strength was not match for it, but when she slung mud at its face, it backed off.

She clamored up the bank, completely soaked and covered with mud, and kept running. The hound followed, occasionally speeding up to herd her in a particular direction. When Amara saw a thick branch in her path, she hauled it into the air and whirled around. The hound came at her, and she swung the branch like a bat. The wood splintered over the animals head.

It growled, seeming unfazed, and crept closer for another attack when she heard a yautja bark out a command. She scanned the trees, and found a strange yautja walking towards her. He had a whip curled up at his hip, a plasma castor on his shoulder, and a shuriken in one hand. Amara paled. Her owner had said that there were other predators on the reserve, and this yautja had his eyes set on her.