The next chapter is up!
WARNING: Attempted rape and gore in this chapter.
Enjoy :)
Natalie paced around in her cage.
She was becoming very frustrated trying to figure out how the hell to get out of here. Until she finally stopped and let out a groan. Because even if she did manage to escape these psychos, where the fuck would she go?
She was on an alien world in space far from home.
The young woman looked up into the night sky at the oversized full orange tinted moon.
'It still may be better to be out there, then waiting around here for them to come back and decide to do horrible things to me. I may also have to worry about them hunting me down. But...at least I would be free.' She thought, with sorrow in her eyes.
A lone tear left one of her eyes.
"Someone...please help me." She pleaded, in a shaky voice.
At the same time, the Blooded warrior that crash landed here was silently and quickly making his way through the brush.
He switched his mask's vision to try and lock onto the signatures of the other hunter/s. And had been traveling now at a steady pace for a little over a half hour now.
The hunter finally picked up on at least two signatures to his left several yards away. They appeared to be standing around in a clearing up ahead.
He quietly hopped over to a solid branch on a tree near the clearing and peered down at the individuals.
It was two hunters. They were standing over a recent kill of a rjet. There was something wrong here though. He was pretty familiar with this animal's anatomy and was certain it looked to be a pregnant female.
His thoughts were confirmed, when one of them extended his wrist blades and made a long sweeping slice down the length of its protruding abdomen.
Then the other thrusted his hand in and pulled out the deceased fetus and held it up for a moment inspecting it.
'Oops, looks like you hit another pregnant female again, Mar'cte." Ka'Torag darkly joked.
Mar'cte chuckled, "Still, its head will make a fine trophy."
The hunter watching them from above, narrowed his eyes in anger when he heard these words. He then zoomed in to get a better look at the two.
Their marks were etched out and he noted where their status rings were, most were stripped.
'Bad bloods.' He thought.
His one hand dug into the bark as he listened in on these two.
"Where do you supposed Chulonte wandered off to?" Ka'Torag asked.
Mar'cte just shrugged, "Who cares, I wouldn't be surprised if the youngblooded idiot probably went off to find the most biggest imposing prey he could find and gets killed. I heard he barely made it through his Kainde Amedha Trial as it was."
Ka'Torag smirked, "You think he is foolish enough to head back to camp and have his way with the ooman female?"
"I hate to say it, but I probably wouldn't put it past him. Unlike us, he never got a chance to mate yet. And if memory serves me correct, it's mating season back on home world right now.
And as you know, it's harder for the younger males to keep their hormones and dicks in check. If he does decide to double back and mate her, he better hope it doesn't piss off our fearless leader." Mar'cte stated.
"I doubt our leader would really care all that much. Just as long as he and us get a turn with her. I hear ooman females feel very good. That they are smaller and tighter around us then yautja females.
Very pleasurable. Hopefully, she doesn't break by the time we get her. It is said that our leader can be very violent and brutal during mating. If that's the case, he should probably go last. Because I don't know about you, but I'm not pauking a corpse." Mar'cte said.
Meanwhile, the blooded warrior up in the tree was starting to have a hard time keeping his rage in check.
From what he's learned so far, there is at least four of them. And that they apparently obtained an ooman female and are holding her captive. And worse, they just admitted to planning on raping her.
As much as he wanted to kill these two paukheads right now, he feels obligated to search for their camp and help the ooman female.
"How far are we from the camp now? I kind of lost track amidst the fighting going on with this rjet bitch." Ka'Torag inquired.
Mar'cte just leveled him with a look.
"You really have no tracking skills whatsoever, do you, Ka'Torag? Otherwise, if you did, you'd know were two miles north of it." Mar'cte replied.
The hunter up in the tree grinned.
'Thanks for your input, dumbasses.' He thought.
It was quite clear these warriors were still quite young and not as experienced as they claim to be. They weren't Youngbloods, probably only moved up in status to Blooded not too long ago.
He didn't have no time to waste. If there really was a youngblood out there in rut that hasn't mated yet, odds are he will go back and take advantage of the ooman female while his companions are out hunting.
The hunter quietly left, making sure they didn't catch wind of him. Then when he was in the clear, he made a dash south to their camp. Hopefully, he makes it in time.
Otherwise, there is a good chance that the female could die while the young male attempts to forcibly mate her. Like any yautja during mating, he could get overly rough and violent with the small ooman female and kill her in his attempt.
Back with Kayla. She growled in agitation as she pulled her arm back when she couldn't reach the small, discarded blade on the ground.
The pervy yellow one that touched her leg and stroked it earlier, the one who also happens to be the smallest in the group, had carelessly left a blade behind not far from her cage on the ground.
She tried her very best to reach for it. Only to be disappointed when it was still a good several inches from her fingertips. The bars were just wide enough to squeeze her arm through. But not wide enough to get her leg through which would've had a longer reach.
Kayla sat there with her knees bent up to her chest, huffing in frustration.
The alien men have been gone for a while now. And she can't help but feel she's running out of time before they return. It was scary to think about them returning.
She sat there a few more minutes, trying to figure out what to do. When she heard the last thing, she wanted to hear.
That creepy clicking sound.
Kayla froze and looked around for the source. Then she saw the shimmering outline of one of the alien men at the front of her cage. He stood there for a moment.
Then she heard a couple beeps like he was tapping buttons. Next, she knew, the bars slid open, and he stepped inside.
She shot to her feet and started to back up. And she watched as the see-through camouflage melted away, and she saw none other than the yellowish one that touched her earlier.
He may have been shorter and not as built up as the other three. But he was still very tall when he stood next to her and still had decent size muscles.
Chulonte tilted his head at her, then placed his hands over his mask and pulled it off of his face.
A wide grin was plastered to his face as he lowered it and placed it aside. He then proceeded to take steps towards her, all while undoing the latches to his metal cod piece.
When she saw him do this and remove it, Kayla's eyes widened in horror. Through his loincloth, she could see he was sporting a raging hard-on.
"No." She whispered.
Chulonte's grin just got wider.
Kayla looked around and tried looking for a way to escape. But the only way out was behind him. And his huge frame was blocking off her exit.
Her breath started quickening, and when he was within three feet, she darted forward and tried to squeeze around him.
The young bad blood saw what she was trying to do though. He grabbed her around her torso and shoved her back roughly into the bars. And he watched her let out a pained grunt before sliding down the bars and dropping to the floor.
Kayla felt like the wind was knocked out of her from the hit. The back of her head ached too from where the back of her skull connected with the metal.
While she lied there on her side, stunned, Chulonte rolled her onto her back and hovered over her. She then started to try and push him off of her.
This made him laugh because she could barely move his heavier body.
"Beee goood giirl, and submiiit." He said.
"No, you fucking freak! Get off of me!" She yelled in his face.
His gaze darkened and he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face, making her yelp.
Kayla's hands flew to her face once he did this. And he took this opportunity to rub his erection against her short's clad crotch. He groaned and grabbed her loose tank top in his hand and attempted to pull it off.
Before he could though he saw her raise her other hand up from the corner of his eye.
Chulonte looked up at her hand and saw something small and cylindrical in it. Next thing he knew, his eyes felt like they were on fire. He quickly pulled back from her with a startled roar and shoved his palms into his eyes.
Kayla took the opportunity to quickly shimmy out of his grip and ran out of the cage.
She made it nearly to the edge of the camp on the opposite side of the cage. Before she was tackled to the ground. The young woman yelped as she practically face planted in the grass with a heavy weight on top of her.
Then she was roughly flipped onto her back and came face to face with the livid male. Whose eyes were now blood shot and watery from the bear mace.
He grabbed her wrist and ripped the cannister out of her hand. Chulonte than crushed it and threw it aside. Before he grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held them tight.
It didn't stop her from fighting though. She shimmed her legs out from between his just enough and smashed her foot down into his erection.
Chulonte fell to the side, howling in pain, and gripping his package.
Kayla turned around to run again. But barely made it ten feet out of camp before there was a swooshing sound. Next thing she knew, she was hanging upside down from her ankle in a snare of some sorts.
She reached up and tried her best in her panic to pull the uncomfortable cable from around her bare ankle.
But paused when she heard him come stomping over snarling as he went. When she looked up from her upside-down position, she could see murderous intent in those eyes now.
Kayla started to sob and reached up again and tried to pull her ankle free.
The yellow male reached out to grab her. But before he could lay a hand on her, something bright green and warm splattered on her face and part of her torso.
She wiped the substance from her eyes in time to see the male's eyes widen in shock and slowly look down to a pair of thin serrated blades sticking through his chest.
Then faster, then she could blink, the blades sharply and quickly withdrew from his chest. Then there was another slicing sound as more of his strange blood spurted from his neck.
Kayla let out a startled gasp as his head suddenly slid from his body and it dropped down like a lead weight to the ground.
She looked up and saw another shimmering mass standing behind the now dead alien male. He let out a few chirping noises mixed in with some clicks.
Then used the twin blades that jutted from his wrist to quickly cut through the cable holding her up.
The young woman dropped to the ground in a heap with a grunt. She laid there for a moment, looking up at the shimmering mass. He then crouched down to her level.
And she watched his camouflage melt away.
Kayla got a good look at him. He was not part of the group that took her. The leader was red in color. Then there was the yellow one who was now dead. With the other two, one was a medium green color, while the fourth one was orangish with a red tint.
This one however, had deep navy-blue skin. The same color as the night sky on a starless night. He tilted his head at her and studied her.
"You hurt?" He asked.
She jumped a little when she heard his voice. Then Kayla shook her head.
"No. At least I don't think so." She said.
He then reached his hand out to her. She shrunk back a bit when it came within close range.
He continued to hold it there, and that's when Kayla realized, he was waiting for her to take it. She hesitantly reached her own hand out and placed it in his much larger one.
He gently grasped her hand and started to stand, helping her up.
Kayla stood there, continuing to stare at him. He was big. She wanted to say he was around the size of their leader. Maybe only an inch or so shorter. But not by much. He was not as burly as the red one, but still quite muscular.
"We don't have much time. We need to leave before the others get back." He told her.
Wow, compared to the others, this one practically spoke in perfect English. His voice didn't sound as gravelly either. It was almost a nice, smooth baritone voice.
"Go? Go where? And how do I know I can trust you?" She pointed out.
He was a little taken aback by her strong suspicion and reluctance.
"I did just save you, did I not? Had I not been here, he most likely would've raped you and killed you in the process. I won't hurt you. I'm not like them. But if we continue to stay around here any longer, they will come back here and find us." The new hunter told her.
Yes, he may have saved her. But Kayla is still wondering if she can still trust this male alien. She had to weigh her odds though. She may be better off with this guy then those other three remaining pyschos.
"Ok." She said and nodded.
He nodded back. Then for whatever reason he picked up the decapitated body of the one he just killed and slung it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then he knelt and picked up the head.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I don't want to leave any traces here. If they saw his body, they will know another hunter is here. And I wish to remain undetected for now." He explained.
She supposed that made sense. Though with these guys, they may find him and her sooner or later regardless. But Kayla didn't want to stand here around any longer explaining that.
"Ok, let's go then." She said, a little shaky.
"Follow me." He said.
Then he started doing a light jog through the woods, like he barely had a body weighing him down. and Kayla followed close behind him. They both wanted to put as much distance between them and the bad blood's camp as possible.
Until Next Time ;)