Nicole had been exposed to yautjas mating, and was terrified by it. They just seemed like complete animals to her-chasing, pinning, clawing, biting, and humping. She'd overheard the other ooman girls once and they'd said that the yautja males didn't care if they ran or struggled, and even liked it. Because of that, Nicole had her mind set on trying to escape him. But no matter how hard she shoved at his chest, he was an immovable force.

The ooman was delicate, so Dumala figured that rutting on the floor would be too harsh for her. He fumbled to pick her up, one arm looping under her crotch and the other holding behind her back. She gave a high pitched squeal at being lifted onto the air. Dumala turned and tossed her into the bed, and the sight of her naked body bouncing in the furs excited him. When she tried to roll off, he quickly blocked her.

Then, he crawled into bed over her, caging her under his muscular body. Wide, unblinking, green eyes stared up at him expectantly. Nicole wanted to thrash and scream at him, but he wasn't doing anything. She hated to admit that she even enjoyed him looming over her, that it made her body tingle. Her eyes followed the movements of his clawed fingers as he undressed.

Fear quickly crept back into her as he tossed away his coverings though. Her breathing kicked up a notch as he opened her legs. She wanted to fight him, but couldn't, and knew it would be useless anyway. The oomans scent was waning, getting increasingly sour, like a prey animal during a fight. He wasn't used to ooman smells but figured that what he was picking up from her was fear.

The ooman didn't reject him. She hardly struggled. She looked so small underneath him, meek, but beautiful. He wanted her, but the fact that she didn't want him made him feel shame. The yautja females pretended, making him feel like he was winning their favor. The ooman just laid there, offering herself to him like a sacrifice.

It wasn't what he wanted. The ooman made him miss a real connection, made him miss his mate. Nicole didn't meet his eyes, but watched his mandibles click together pensively. After a moment, he shrank away from her and slipped off the bed. She should have been relieved, but just felt like she'd done something wrong.

She didn't move from the bed, just watched him dress. Then, without turning back to look at her, he left the room. Nicole could finally breathe normally. She slipped off the bed and tried the door, but found it locked. There was nothing for her to do but wait for the female yautja to come collect her.

As Dumala headed back through the corridors, another yautja male turned the corner. They both quickly turned away as they passed in the hall, not trying to identify one another. Though prostitution was legal in the small clan, it was not looked upon as decent. He could never return to his former clan where prostitution was illegal, as they would find his actions unhonorable. Since Dumala didn't plan on returning to his families clan anyway, he didn't care that he was disgraced.

When he reached the front of the building, the owner was waiting for him. She stood up straighter when she was him and her mandibles tucked up into a smile. "How was she?"

"Acceptable."

The more damage caused, the higher the price went, "List any bruises, bites."

"None."

"Bleeding?"

"None."

She eyed him suspiciously, "No damage...Alright."

Dumala huffed at the price, which was higher then the yautja females, but he put his palm on the scanner to pay. As soon as he was out the door, the owner headed to the room Nicole was locked in. At seeing the amber-eyed alien female enter, Nicole jumped off the bed and started to back away. The yautja didn't run and grab her as usual. Nicole could tell that she was angry, since her mandibles were splayed out to the sides.

"I smell no mating musk in this room! Did you fight him? Did you try to touch his hair?"

Nicole vigorously shook her head.

"If another customer denies you, you will be severely disciplined."

Nicole went pale. She'd only seen one type of serious punishment given, but it had been awful. They didn't allow "virgin" yautja males to mount any of the oomans, except as punishment. One ooman girl had disrespected a customer, and was given to an unblooded male. Yautja males retained short spikes on their genitalia until their seed took hold, and a female released hormones that meant she was pregnant.

Until a male sired a suckling, the spikes wound scrape against a females passage walls. For a yautja female, the sensation was amazing. But, to a ooman female, the spikes wound tear at the soft inner lining and cause pain and bleeding. Nicole crept towards the door with her head bowed. She didn't want to be punished.

As soon as she was in reach, the yautja female gave her a kick, making Nicole yelp and fall to the ground. Her knee hit first, taking the brunt of the fall. The yautja female then wrenched her up by her hair. Nicole jogged beside her to keep up as she was dragged though the halls. She was taken back to her cell.

The yautja female was still angry, and shoved the ooman inside, "He paid full price you! For nothing!"

Nicole cringed as the door was slammed closed. She glanced down at her knee where a bruise was forming. The alien females claws had nicked her skin when she'd grabbed her hair too, and there were small scratches. She sighed, and flopped down into the small gel mat that was her bed. The only other thing in the room was a toilet.

Dumala went home and tried a different distraction instead of the brothel. He went into his workroom and began tinkering with broken electronics. He was best with autonomous technology, with sensors, but could make other things too. He could fix tools that regrew bones, healed spinal chords, and gave back sensation to burned skin. Medical equipment was never his focus though.

He preferred weapons and small-scale transportation. He often went to the bazaar just to find raw materials, spare parts, and broken electronics, then would come back home to create his own personal weapons. Everything he made was unique and personalized. Currently though, he wasting his time with a machine that turned food green. If the outside of fruits acted as a leaf, conducting photosynthesis, then food could make its own energy and stay ripe indefinitely.

It was an interesting idea that he'd been wanting to play around with for some time now, but his mind kept wandering. He was thinking about the ooman. Her body had been naked under him and he had just left. His body ached for attention. Dumala was weak anymore, and eventually headed back to the brothel.

He payed for a female yautja to put on a little show while his hands were free to do as he pleased. He sat down in a throne-like chair, and a lithe young female strutted towards him. She had yellowish skin with black stripes and mottling. She bent forward, and stroked one of his thick, fleshy dreds. He couldn't stop the lusty purr that emanated from his chest.

She swayed her hips and made crude, suggestive movements around him as she undressed. He was mesmerized, watching her carefully as she stripped off her breast cover, then her loincloth, proceeding to take off jewelry as well. His body craved to be touched, and he wouldn't deny himself. As he watched her, his hand slipped under his cloth covering.

The yautja female was gorgeous, but it was everything he'd seen before. His loins ached, but no amount of stroking brought about relief. She got closer and closer, until she straddled the chair and began to rub her sex over his sore spot. Dumala groaned, and his hands grabbed her hips as she continued to dry hump him. When she reached to place her palm on his chest though, as an acceptance to sex, he caught her wrist.

Her show ended and Dumala waited to get up from the chair until his erection had subsided. Then, instead of going to the front desk to pay, he found himself wandering down into the basement. He walked down the dim maze of corridors, trying to remember the path the owner had taken him before. His orange eyes searched for he familiar species name. When he found the ones marked for oomans, he placed his hands on the glass to see inside.

He found her cell quickly enough. Dumala stood with his palm on the glass and watched her. She walked in a tight circle around the tiny room, pacing like a frustrated animal. He moved to the door, but found that it was locked. He would have to go find the yautja owner to have access to the ooman again.