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Hostile Natives Ch 6

Nausea throbbing in waves from her stomach prodded Bulma into semi-conscious awareness. No where near full consciousness, she didn't even consider opening her eyes for instance…She knew without looking, that the position she was in was a new one for her. She was aware, that her arms were restrained in some manner, her legs as well. There was a sensation of movement, but most critically was the shoulder digging into her middle rhythmically, forcing bile higher into her throat with each rock. She retched involuntarily, and a weak moan escaped from her.

"This one's waking up." Rumbled from beneath the pressure on her middle.

"Almost there anyway. This one's not waking up anytime soon. He took every damn dart I had, and I didn't think it was going to be enough." The annoyed reply came, curiously accented, from somewhere in front of her. Dizziness swirled thickly in her head, she barely registered relief that Gohan was still with her, still alive. They'd live.

"You think they will please the Queen?" There was a pause, before the answer came floating back.

"If it is presented properly, yes. She will be very pleased."

"We could just give her yours….keep this one." An arm squeezed Bulma's body. This time there was a snort from the front.

He must have hit you harder than I thought, knockedwhat brain you had clean out. What happens when Mav finds out, and she will, that we held out on her? We all die. No Thanks. Better to hope her generosity matches ours."

The brother carrying Bulma grunted, disappointed that he wouldn't get to taste the unusual blue-haired creature.

They walked in silence for a long while, Bulma's consciousness surfacing only often enough for her to know her situation hadn't improved any before sliding back into oblivion.

"Ready Brother?" The voice questioned anxiously.

Bulma was shifted slightly as her captor stretched his stiff muscles before replying. "Ready."

Bulma forced heavy eyes open, only to get an eyeful of broad, naked back. Blinking she tried again, and found the distance to the ground disconcerting, vertigo pulled at her eyes with leaden weights.

"My Queen." The captors spoke in tandem.

If Bulma hadn't been trussed up and drugged senseless, she might have seen what the brothers walked in on, and she might have been mortified. Queen Mav, was not mortified. She was pissed. She leaned away from her lover to see who dared approach in her private chamber, her fingers tightened on the collar around her slave's throat. "Do. Not. Move." she commanded softly. The man, well trained, knew better than to speak, he nodded his acquiescence, inadvertently nuzzling her breast in the process. Her eyes flashed angrily at him and then at the brothers.

"You'd better, have a very good reason, for interrupting my pleasure."

"My Queen," The brother holding Gohan began, --

"We captured intruders, --" The second brother spoke, the sound almost imperceptibly different from the first.

"While on patrol." They finished together as they had begun.

"Why didn't you kill them?" her voice wavered the tiniest bit, as her slave slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh, and found her damp center and teased with unerring accuracy. She stiffened.

"My Queen, we thought to gift you with them,-"

"They are unique." Again the second brother finished the sentence, and they waited, breath held for the explosion.

When it came, it relieved them, that they were not the cause.

Queen Mav, yanked hard on the collar, the leather biting into the man's throat as she pulled him to her face.

"You will leave now." Her fury was scarcely contained. "Be glad I'm letting you walk out of here. If I did not have other matters to attend to, I would retrain you myself, to listen." She stripped the collar from him in a blink, and shoved him away. "Do not make me repeat myself."

The slave's expression was incredulous as he scrambled back out of her reach. Anger drove blood to heat his cheeks and spark in his eyes, and his jaw clenched in an effort to keep his silence. He shot the brothers a condemning glare as he stormed past them.

Mav pinned the brothers with an icy stare. "This had better be good. Or I'll have new guards by sun down." The brothers shivered.

"Come on then…" Her voice was deceptively pleasant, "What have you found?"

Bulma and Gohan were lifted down from matching sets of shoulders, and placed in front of the Queen for inspection. Gohan slid down on rubber legs, sank to rubber knees, where he was held, by the ropes that bound him, preventing his complete collapse to the floor. He glanced groggily at Bulma, who was obviously not faring as well as he. Her hair spilled in a waterfall of shining blue from a head that lolled unconsciously, her body sagged against her own ropes. He pushed down the savage growl that ground in his chest. He was in no position, yet.

His head wobbled on his neck as he looked at the Queen from beneath dark bangs. His first visual impression, was that the she was much younger than the previous verbal exchange had led him to think, and she was beautiful. She seemed tall, from his place on the floor, reed slender, with short, purple hair in an untidy tousle that appealed to him.

Poison swam blackly in his head, clouding his thoughts, preventing even the slightest muscle control. It took him several sluggish heartbeats to realize she was nude, naked…not…clothed. The heartbeats thudded, then stopped.

This girl/woman wore the perfect tan that Bulma was always striving for, there were no lines, save for the gold chain that encircled her waist and ran down the curve of her hip as though it were molten still. He blinked fiercely, sure he was hallucinating, and when her nude ghost did not disappear, he forced his eyes up to meet hers with as much nonchalance as he could. It wasn't enough.

She stared back at him from eyes the color of amethysts, striking, violet gems, shrewdly assessing. She strode right up to him, and slid her hands in his thick hair, her small, perfect breasts level with his eyes, his mouth, which was suddenly Sahara Desert dry. She brushed his bangs out of the way, stroked the shape of his face, and hummed with pleasure. Her slow smile was a cruelly beautiful display of small, white teeth, and pink lips. She looked as though she might eat him. She leaned in, and whispered, her breath hot on his neck, "Let's see more of you shall we?" She moved a few feet away and motioned for one of the brothers. "Untie him."

The man hesitated, rubbing his jaw and frowning. His whole skull hurt where Gohan had tried to take it off. Unthinkingly he responded,"Queen Mav, that may not be wise." His brother looked at him horrified at his lack of respect and presumption, but jumped to defend him, calmly explaining. "What he means, My Queen, is that it took six of La'el'sdarts of stillness, to subdue him. We fear for your safety." He shook his head sharply at this brother's stupidity.

"Duly noted. Now untie him."

As you wish, My Queen." The first brother stood Gohan up on quivery legs, and began uncoiling the length of rope from around him. Gohan swallowed his groan of pain as blood returned to his arms and legs in an excruciating rush. He swayed unsteadily, and cursed his weakness, he needed every wit, every strength to get them free, but his entire body felt like a bag of mush, he couldn't seem to force thoughts to go where they needed, much less his muscles.

Mav paced around him, examining him closely. She trailed her fingers across his chest, leaving the painful tingling of returning sensation in their wake. Her hands pressed flatly down the length of his back, then her fingers curled firmly around the hidden sculpture of his biceps, before coming to rest once more on his chest. He kept his face carefully blank, but he could no longer tell whether he shook from the residual poison or from her touch.

"Very nice," she murmured. A small tan hand cupped the front of his pants and Gohan thought he might have made a tiny error in judgment. "Very nice indeed." she squeezed gently and laughed. "I can't wait to see how…long…your civilized veneer lasts."

With a sigh, she backed away, and asked, "Now, what else have you brought your Queen?" She turned to Bulma's prostrate form, and with an exultant cry, fisted her hands in the aqua tresses. "Oh! I must have this." She drew her fingers through the length, clearly enthralled with the shimmering azure color. She stood suddenly, letting loose of Bulma's hair only at the very last minute, drawing single strands through her fingers, testing the texture.

"Well done, brothers." She sauntered over to Gohan, "It just so happens I'm in need of a new slave. This one, will do very well I think." Her lips curved in a quick, nasty grin. "That one," she pointed at Bulma, "Take her head to La'el and have him use the hair for my headdress. Try not to get it bloody this time." She searched Gohan's face for his response to her words. Gohan paled, but said nothing, though part of him was beginning to panic beneath the mind numbing effects of the drug.

"Yes, my Queen." The guards bowed respectfully, and hoisted Bulma between them, but made no move to leave.

Mav's violet eyes narrowed at their hesitation. "Is there something else?"

The guards looked at Gohan who had yet to move from where they released him. Six darts. It was a miracle he could stand at all. They exchanged a look, and replied in unison, "No, my Queen."

A feral smile flashed, making her narrow face look almost fox-like.

"Wait." Her soft command stopped the men in their tracks, their backs rigid with anxiety, as the Queen was notoriously mercurial in her moods.

"I must reward such generous gifts as these," the guards relaxed just a fraction. "We will feast tonight! Your gifts will be displayed for all to see…A celebration of your skill and loyalty to your Queen."

"We are honored, Queen Mav." They responded, and she nodded her angular head. "You should be. I will have the new headdress before the festivities tonight."

"My Queen." They bowed slightly, and left Gohan alone, with the Queen.