3. Claiming A Prize

Petris woke up extremely dazed and confused. Not only was his legs and arms tied together at the wrists and ankles, he was laid out on his bed. He felt that someone was watching him. "H-hello?" He called out. He watched as the Yautja he saved yesterday walked up to the foot of the bed. "We should get to introductions, yes?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "I'm Namande...you're future mate~..." She said in a seductive undertone. "What?" He asked, confused. She removed her upper body armor, and he thanked the Lord that she was wearing a bra underneath. She climbed onto the bed, turning him onto his back and climbing on top of him, mounting her womanhood on top of his manhood.

She placed her hand on his cheek, and brought his head in for a deep kiss. They made out for what seemed to be hours for Petris, in all reality it was only 5 minutes, which Namande reviled every single second. Her tounge wrestled with his, before exploring the inside of his mouth with her tounge, deciding that she loved his taste. She brought her head back, clicking her mandibles together and giggled like a shy teenage girl, even though she was probably over 200 years older than he was. "I never thought a ooman like you could be so cute~..." She declared, giggling. To say that Petris was unprepared would be a vast understatement.

She giggled again, placing her hand on his crotch and fumbling his balls, watching more and more hungrily as they folded in her hands. As she was having her fun, a loud crashing sound was heard outside, as Namande's head perked up and switched to frustration. "What's...happening?" He asked. "Damned clan's here. They assume I'm having trouble with my prey..." She pauses, looking to the window and then back to him. "You will stay here if you know what's good for you..." She commanded. She didn't wait for an answer as she got of the bed, stood up, and put on her body armor and bio mask as she walked out of the room. He heard his front door open, and 3 other predators walk in.

"I thought you had the hunt under control. Where is your prey?" A deep feminine voice asks, but it wasn't Namande's. It was a bit deeper. "He isn't...prey...anymore!" Namande answers. "Don't tell me you..." The voice says. "Did you select him?" The voice asks. "...y-yes..." Namande answers the voice. "You know the drill. Just take him into our ship, pronto. Unless you want him to be killed." The voice orders. "Of course, Matriarch..." Namande answers. She walks back down the hallway, and into the room. She reaches into her side pack, gets out another needle, and drugs him again, knocking him out. His day was about to be really fucked up.