A prisoner in the void.

[MaiusImperium]

Raiden hated it out here, on the periphery of Terran space. The ex marine pilot was better than this, relegated to convoy duty out on the edge of the galaxy. About as far away as anyone could be from earth. Convoy duty was a nightmare, it was always a naval officer’s nightmare, especially this far out from Earth. On the periphery Shas’Oni attacks were commonplace, they de-cloaked and raped your ships with phased energy beams before cloaking again and fleeing, leaving flaming space hulks in their wake. They all knew it, the mortality rate for space freighter pilots on the periphery was through the roof.

Still, Captain Raiden Wierzchowski had survived this much. Three convoy tours in the last month and he wasn’t dead yet, that had to count for something. Those vile alien bastards hadn’t managed to kill him yet. The stress of the job had taken it’s toll on Raiden. He was still quite a dashing figure, his body was trim and fit, his smile youthful. His dark hair was kept cut short and neat and his blue eyes were bright, though his face was scarred by a plasma blast that coursed down his left jaw. He usually had bags under his eyes these days, and his face was often gaunt, he didn’t get much sleep on convoy duty.

After the last Shas’Oni attack he had picked up a rather…special passenger. They caught the Shas’Ona as her space fighter crashed into the Dapplefoot’s hull. The Dapplefoot being Raiden’s ship, an rickety, rusty old frigate that should have been moth-balled a decade ago. Still, it was a tough ship, it had at least survived the Shas’Ona’s fighter crashing into the starboard hull.

Shas’Ona were never captured alive, it just didn’t happen. They had always had the upper hand in the great Terran/Shas’Ona war, but even when they were cornered, when a Shas’Ona had no hope of victory they were honour bound to kill themselves. All of their military personnel were fitted with toxic pills that seeped into their hearts at a mere thought. This Shas’Ona’s hadn’t worked.

And now they had her, in the brig, very much alive. Raiden had sent the subspace message to Terran command as soon as the doctor had reported her to be unconscious but alive. With luck he would get a reply in a week or so, subspace messages took a while to travel this far out on the Periphery. In the mean time they would complete their convoy and then make for Earth. Raiden was pretty sure the higher-ups would want to get their hands on a live Shas’Ona.

He was quite looking forward to it meeting…it, her. He’d been told it was a woman. All the better He thought. He had never seen one face to face, when their boarding parties came aboard Terran vessels they wore phased armour and helmets. He had fought the Shas’Oni all his life, first in the Mobile Infantry, then in the Terran Marine Corps, and now in the Navy, he’d had his share of victories, but far more defeats at their hands. They had taken most of his friends, his family were more or less all dead. He was the last of his line.

Men of his age were called the lost generation. He was in his early thirties now, there were few of his generation left alive. The war had reached a terrible peak ten years ago, the slaughter was massive and wholesale, though the war had tailed off in the last five years or so there were few men left in their 30s and women had become more prevalent with conscription. Though the armed forces had always been open to women the army and navy were still predominantly male-dominated, that had all changed after the Terran armies were annihilated at Andromeda.

Oh yes, he was very much looking forward to meeting one of the enemy, face to face. So now he strode purposefully down the darkened metal corridor. Bars of yellow lights flashed on either side of him, illuminating his face in a warm glow. Ships always ran at yellow alert on limited power when the chance of attack was likely, the excess power was always diverted to the plasma batteries and shield generators. There was never much warning of a Shas’Oni attack.

Raiden’s boots clanked loudly on the steel grill panels below his feet, crew darted this way and that past him, saluting stiffly but without pause, the ship was still being repaired after the Shas’Oni attack and the place was a bustle with activity.

Finally he came to the brig.

“Ensign. I’m here to see the new…guest” He nodded to the guard on duty, who saluted promptly and operated the door panel, the thick steel door slid open with a hiss of hydraulics. Raiden stepped in and walked down the brig aisle, prisoners and malcontents inhabited a few of the energy-field cells. Raiden was not interested in those, at the very end of the corridor was another room, protected by a powerful force field as well as adamantium alloy blast doors. The maximum security cell, they’d never had use for it, up until now.

The brig master saluted.

“Very good sir, she was still unconscious when we threw her in, about twenty minutes ago.” The grizzled brig master addressed the Captain before standing aside. Raiden had to admit, he was apprehensive. He knew he had no reason to be, Shas’Oni were not physically much stronger than humans, their speed, reflexes and technology were their strengths. She posed no threat to him. Still, he was…anxious, to finally stare the demon in the eyes and see it for what it was.

The brig master’s card was put through the reader and the double blast doors slid open with a loud creak, the force field powered down with a whirr, Raiden stepped through and the force field powered up once more. He stepped slowly into the shady light of the cell, his black Naval jumpsuit only adorned with the golden eagle of the Earth navy and three gold stars on his neck, the insignia of a Captain.

His cold blue eyes regarded her blankly, she lay on the floor, still in her pilot’s jumpsuit, her skin pale lavender, her hair flowed about her head in locks of quicksilver. She was not at all what he had been expecting. Oh he knew they came in many colours, he knew about the hair, but he hadn’t expected her to seem so…human. He’d imagined long fangs, or glowing red eyes, or something a little more intimidating. He walked over to her prone form with slow, loud steps. He nudged the side of her cheek with his boot toe.

“Rise.”

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Closed thread for Caela and myself.

 

[caela]

Lyr was little more than a child among her people but that didn't stop her from being one of their best fighter pilots. As a female she was in the minority among pilots and she worked twice as hard as the men to make sure she stayed there. The Shas'Oni had exacting standards for their pilots and they made no allowances for the sex of said pilots. Either you met those standards or you didn't. Males of her species - like many species throughout the galaxy - were simply built stronger than the females and so they reached those standards more easily than the females which was why there were always more male than female pilots.

And partly why Lyr was so driven to be better than the boys. Well that and the fact that they stopped teasing her for being short once she could outfly them.

She wasn't even old enough to marry and breed yet but she had more enemy kills to her name than many seasoned warriors and she was damn proud of it. She took risks when she flew that most said were crazy but she would just shrug it off and say that it had worked.

It always had worked until the last mission. She'd intended to just buzz across the hull of the damned ship not actually his it but the thing was old and more cumbersome than she'd expected and instead of listening to her onboard computer she'd flown by hand and hit the damned thing. Even as she passed out she didn't expect to be captured though. She'd thought one of the other ships would take out the human ship and she'd wake up in one of the Shas'Oni sick bays.

That wasn't what happened. When she fluttered back into conciousness it was to see a human looming over her. She tried to activate the suicide pill buried deep in her chest and when nothing happened she let loose a horrified howl of pain and slipped back into unconciousness. She never felt herself being carried to the brig or even heard the Captain as he came into her cell. The next thing she was aware of was something hard pushing against her cheek disturbing the total darkness that had claimed her.

“Rise.”

She heard the voice as if from far away and it took her slowly wakening, mind a moment to make sense of it. She realized part of the problem was that the voice hadn't spoken in Shas'Oni. It had spoken in Terran. The realization snapped her awake instantly and with lightly fast reflexes she rolled away to the back of the cell and came up in a fighting stance ready to protect herself if needed.

Staring at the strange human across from her she hissed softly, her pupiless eyes flashing with fear and anger while she took a mental stock of her condition and growled at the realization that her suicide tablet wasn't working.

"Who the hell are you and where the hell am I?" she asked, her voice fierce and angry but with the naturally low and husky tones that she's heard human females could only reach during arousal but were normal to her.

 

[MaiusImperium]

She wasn’t at all how he’d expected. He wasn’t even sure what he’d expected. She was quick, he knew that much, her stance that of a fighter, he had done the course on Shas’Oni martial arts years ago, when he was training to become a marine. He knew them to be quick fighters, though no stronger than an athletic human. Her voice was…strange, hell, all of her was strange. He had to admit she was strikingly beautiful in a strange way. That wasn’t supposed to be, she was supposed to be foreign, grotesque, alien.

“I am Captain Raiden Wierzchowski, and you are aboard my ship.” He stated the words simply, coldly, they bounced off the cold metal walls of the cell. He walked horizontally to her, around her, eyes watching, analyzing, studying her like one might study an outlandish insect. She must have been young for a Shas’Oni, he could see the fear in her eyes, the doubt. She hadn’t expected to be found, alive.

“You are quite safe, for now. Your suicide pill seems to have…malfunctioned. Unfortunate for you, I think.”

There was so much to learn, so much to figure out about her. And they would have time, oh yes, he would have more than enough time to learn her, to break her. Already his mind was swirling with dark thoughts, depraved impulses. He would draw screams from her, he would make her beg for an end, a realise that he would never give her. When he had taken what he wanted from her the authorities could do as they pleased with her.

“Tell me your name, Shas’Ona.”

 

[caela]

“You are quite safe, for now. Your suicide pill seems to have…malfunctioned. Unfortunate for you, I think.”

Her mind screamed with every Shas'Oni curse she knew as she realized she was well and truly trapped on a human ship! She couldn't think of a worse fate. None of her people would come for her, she would be assumed dead as there was no way for them to know that her pill had failed her. Watching the Captain's face it didn't take a psychic to see some of his plans for her in his eyes. He was filled with a rage at her people that didn't surprise her in the least and should could see his need to hurt her in those eyes.

As he moved around her she moved as well, keeping him perpetually at the opposite wall. The thought occured to her to try and run when she circled near the door but she let the moment pass. She wasn't stupid enough to think she'd be allowed to escape that way. She didn't know this ship well enough to know where they kept there fighters or where they had stored hers. Until she did she was stuck in this cage and so she circled with him until he was once more at the doorway.

“Tell me your name, Shas’Ona.”

At that she had to laugh. While Shas'One could speak many human tongues it simply wasn't possible for humans to speak any but the simplest of words in Shas'Oni and their names were anything but simple.

"You'd never be able to pronounce it Human, you may call me Lyr," she said giving him the Shas'Oni word meaning twilight-eyed.

Staring at him she her emotions flashed thorugh her eyes, fear, determination, and a fierce resolve. Without taking her eyes from his she sank down to the floor of her cell and crossed her legs in what humans called called a half-lotus position and rested her hands lightly on her knees.

"I assume you wish to interogate me Captain but I tell you now that it's pointless. I'll not betray my people. Any question you ask that isn't a betrayal I will answer, on anything else I will remain silent though I doubt you believe that." Her voice as she spoke was quiet and carried that same resolve that had flashed through her eyes making it clear she believed what she said.

 

[MaiusImperium]

A thin smile spread across his lips as she spoke, but his eyes burned with a cold malevolence. He was anger, or enraged, all that was left in him was cold, calculated revenge. Gods he could smell her, he knew all about Shas’Ona pheromones and how they could effect humans. It was never intentional on their part of course, he knew exactly what Shas’Oni thought about humans. They say them as little better than dogs, in fact humans had more DNA in common with a dog than with a Shas’Ona, so they were partly right.

“I am not interested in interrogating you, your military secrets are of no interest to me. You, however, are of interest to me.” Heavy boots took several steps closer to her until he was above her, looking down into those fierce, defiant eyes, such strange eyes.

“You are to be taken back to Earth. Don’t worry, the journey is long,” He bent low over her, a soft intent-filled whispered pouring into her ear. “we will have plenty of time to…get to know each other.” His tone was oily, suggestive, one could almost feel the smirk that played on his lips as he spoke. He straightened out and moved away again. Already it was a strange power trip, they had caught one of the fabled warriors of the Shas’Oni, and here she was, trapped in his ship. Completely at his mercy. His stomach tightened with excitement and the prospect of what was to come.

“I must say I’m a little disappointed. I’d expect someone a little more…fierce, or threatening. I’ve never seen a Shas’Ona out of it’s powered armour. We don’t look all that dissimilar do we?” He smirked, she wouldn’t like that, none of them did, they were quite convinced that Shas’Oni and Humans were nothing alike, it made it easier for them to wage war on the humans that way.

 

[caela]

Lyr watched the Captain closely, more interested in his actions toward her than his words. She watched him come close and knew he was trying to intimidate her by looming over her while she sat cross-legged on the floor. It was a move that might have been more effective if she hadn't chosen her positioning or if he had the height of a Shas'Oni male. It made her wonder however if such tactics worked on other humans...she suspected that they did and felt sorry for them.

“I must say I’m a little disappointed. I’d expect someone a little more…fierce, or threatening. I’ve never seen a Shas’Ona out of it’s powered armour. We don’t look all that dissimilar do we?”

She couldn't help but think that this human was a truly strange creature. She could read his rage in his eyes and it seemed he was determined to intimidate or enrage her as well. Of course unlike the humans she'd known what her enemies looked like and had already known of the similarities in their structures so she wasn't surprised or disappointed at the sight of him.

"All humanoids have the same basic structure Captain so on the most basic of physical levels no we aren't that different. It's not the basics that differentiate us however...it's the details Captain," she said in those same husky tones and gave a small flick of her long delicate fingers as if to emphasize her point.

"As for your being disappointed I cannot help that. I have to admit that I am on the short side for my species but if it's fierceness you want Captain I can assure you I don't lack it. I am simply not stupid enough to exhibit it now when you'll merely use it as an excuse to cause me pain. If you wish to hurt me it will be with no physical provocation on my part Captain and we will see how your conscience handles hurting a female that has raised no hand to you."

As she spoke her tail twitched behind her and rose up to wrap loosely around her arm almost as if it had a mind of it's own. It occured to her that she could probably use her tail to strangle herself but she shuddered at the thought. Part of the reason they embedded suicide pills into their bodies was that their survival instincts were strong enough that such a thing was almost impossible for them to do. Once they lost conciousness their tails would simply unwind and they'd wake with a raging headache from oxygen deprivation.

 

[MaiusImperium]

Raiden stood at ease, his hands held behind his back. Though he was a captain in the navy his stance was still that of a soldier, a grunt. He had worked his way up the ranks, truth be told he’d never have been given a command in the Navy had they not been so short of ship captains. But the military was in his blood now, it was all he had known for so long.

“I have been fighting this war for a decade, Lyr. I was there when the virus bombs were dropped on Andromeda. I spent the last of my conscience a long time ago.” There was a hint of weariness when he mentioned the war. Idly he wondered what it would be like to live peacefully again, to be a…civilian. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to cope with that, though in their hearts all humans dreamt of the day they would finally put down their weapons and go back to their jobs. Farming, building, making, creating things instead of destroying. This hadn’t been a war they had sought, not intentionally.

“As for excuses, you are my prisoner, and under Terran law you are as much my property as this ship is, until we reach Earth at least. You raised a hand to me when you attacked my ship, your…well being is forfeit.”

He stood by the force field and spoke to the guard on the other side of the hazy red energy field.

“Bring her.” The shield was lowered, the guard came over and raised a vaguely pistol-shaped device to her. There was a low hiss and the crackle of electricity as the wires from the taser flew through the air and struck the Shas’Ona square in the chest. Darkness descended.

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“…you were in more danger than you may have realised, Captain. Preliminary scans show she has a completely fused ribcage, a second heart, a third kidney. Yes, she would have been quite hard to incapacitate.” The Doctor chuckled and smoothed his clinical white smock down over his front.

“Is she healthy? No communicable diseases?” Raiden looked at her, she was shackled into a cold steel medical bed, the sort they used on…unwilling patients. Icy metal clasps held her arms bent and her hands behind her head, a thick metal clasp was clamped over her neck and two more for her ankles. She was very much immobilised, and completely naked. Her jumpsuit lay in a pile by the examination table.

“She’s healthier than you are, Sir. Which reminds me, you really should quit smoking. Lho-sticks cause respiratory problems you know.” The doctor chuckled again, he seemed to do that a lot.

“I’ll quit when the war’s over, Doc.”

She was regaining consciousness now, the two tiny puncture wounds from the taser marred her lavender skin, on the swell of her left breasts. She was an impressive specimen, there was refuting that much. The guards at the door leered openly at her.

“Alien whore.” And “Xenos scum.” Were their insults of choice when the doctor and the captain were out of the room. Still, their loins burned for her, she had them in quite a stir. Yes, Shas’Oni pheromones were…special, more concentrated. It didn’t help that she was smooth-skinned and achingly attractive.

Raiden walked over to Lyr and spoke.

“The doctor’s given you a clean bill of health. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have enjoyed having to keep you confined to a chryo chamber.” He grinned, his smile predatory, his eyes slowly devouring ever inch of her exotic lavender flesh, from her face and over the firm swell of her breasts, the tightness of her athletic abdominals, the completely smooth slit of her sex and the curve of her hips.

 

[caela]

"…you were in more danger than you may have realised, Captain. Preliminary scans show she has a completely fused ribcage, a second heart, a third kidney. Yes, she would have been quite hard to incapacitate.”

Lyr drifted into conciousness hearing an unknown male speaking of her internal physiology. She remained utterly still however, giving no indication that she might be waking, while she took a mental stock of where she was. She could feel the shackles holding her to a small metal bed and realized that she was either in a sick bay or a torture chamber and with her physiology being discussed she would have voted for the first option.

Hearing the Captain take an interest in whether she was carrying any communicable diseases however made her breath catch in her throat. There could be no good reason for him to want to know such a thing. If he simply planned to torture her he wouldn't need such information, the only reason he could need to know that was if he intended rape. Such a crime hadn't been known among her people since before the humans has escaped their own little planet and only reinforced the notion that they were little better than savage dogs needing to be put down.

It was then she heard the other soldiers in the room. Heard them calling her a whore and scum and she wanted to laugh. She knew what the term whore meant in their tongue and wondered what they would have said to know that it truly didn't apply to her. She wasn't old enough to breed yet among her people and as such she hadn't yet been allowed to choose a partner.

She was what the humans would have called a virgin though the fact that she hadn't slept with anyone meant little to her own people. She knew the idea meant more to the humans for some odd reason however.

Only when she finally heard the familiar voice of the Captain did she bother to open her eyes and look up at him.

“The doctor’s given you a clean bill of health. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have enjoyed having to keep you confined to a chryo chamber.”

"Why not just simply speak plainly Captain. You would have regretted not having the chance to rape and dominate one of your enemies."

She couldn't lift her head but she could turn it and turning to look between the doctor and the soldiers she spoke softly, her voice carrynig the first hint of anger as she addressed the doctor, "It sounded like you did a very thorough exam doctor. Why don't you tell the soldiers just how wrong their insults are."

She could see the suprise on the soldiers faces at her words but it was the blush that colored the doctors cheeks that calmed some of her growing anger when he answered quietly, "She's no whore. She's never engaged in sex with a male of her species or any other."

She could see that it cost him greatly to say it and the looks on the gaurds faces were almost priceless but she didn't like the way their eyes seemed to gleam even more with the knowledge. She could amost see them thinking that if she hadn't been a whore before that perhaps it was time to turn her into one and for the first time she felt a true pang of fear.

 

[MaiusImperium]

“You do realise that advertising the fact that you are virgin will only make them want you more?” That self-satisfied smile still played across his lips. He bent over her naked body, he could almost feel the heat rolling off it, such a sharp contrast to the cold metal that entrapped her.

He inhaled her scent, she didn’t smell…human, her scent was odd, but not unpleasant, it was almost sweet instead of musky. Slowly he brushed his face lightly against her shoulder, his nose slipped over her bluish skin slowly, journeying up along her shoulder to the nap of her neck.

“I’m going to have you first, so you needn’t worry about the soldiers just yet.” He slowly pulled away from her, she was intoxicating. He was going to enjoy breaking her. Raiden decided it was time to carry out an inspection of his own. Not so much a medical one, though he would certainly be…assessing her attributes.

His hands roamed over her lavender body, his rough calloused fingers tracing slow winding patterns down her neck, over the crest of her full breasts. He poked and prodded and squeezed, there was no warmth in his movements, not even lust. He tested the firmness of her flesh, the texture of her inhumanly soft skin as a butcher might assess a cow or a pig for slaughter.

“I wonder if what they say about your kind is true.” Of course they’d never captured a Shas’Oni before, but there were always rumours from other alien races about the Shas’Oni’s rather...prodigious sexual appetite and talents. Raiden had always been curious about the rumours regarding their tails. That thought made him chuckle inwardly. Likely she would have sooner throttle his neck with it.

His fingers travelled to her sex, it was so smooth, silky and unblemished. He parted her labia roughly, dividing them between his fingers, he wondered idly how tight she was.

“Poor little thing, all alone on a ship full of sex-starved humans.”

 

[caela]

Lyr shuddered in revulsion when he bent low over her to inhale the scent of her skin. Was it any wonder they considered humans little more than advanced beasts when they could do such things to another sentient creature? Even the few humans that the Shas'Oni had captured had never faced the indignitiy that was now being forced upon her. Most often they were simply put into a cryo pod and shipped to the nearest human planet that wasn't encroaching on Shas'Oni space.

“I’m going to have you first, so you needn’t worry about the soldiers just yet.”

Staring up at him she glared from those dark, bottomless eyes and had to resist the urge to use her tail to slap his hand away from her body. No, they hadn't thought to bind it as they had the rest of her body and instead of slapping him with it she simply wrapped it around her arm as if it was some sort of comfort to do so. In reality she simply didn't want them thinking to bind it later when she might be able to use it to help her. It was stronger than most would expect from it's thin length.

Her already dark eyes only grew darker, shifting to almost black as fury flowed through her veins while he manhandled her body. His gaze and touch were cold, almost mechanical and she found herself more worried by that then by the leering looks the gaurds were giving her. At least there she could see passion and passion she could use.

“Poor little thing, all alone on a ship full of sex-starved humans.”

Still glaring up at him she hissed sharply when he had the nerve to part her labia with his fingers. Under normal circumstances the very thought of a male touching her there would have brought a blush to skin but these weren't normal circumstances and her anger overrode her embarassment.

"Sex starved beasts you mean. Sentient or not any species that could so wantonly rape another should be rounded up and locked in their own corner of the galaxy!"

 

[MaiusImperium]

He held his fingers against her labia and rubbed them side to side, very slowly. He’d heard the beast speech before, it was a mantra all Shas’Oni recited to themselves. He couldn’t really argue with some of what she said, he supposed from the eyes of her species the humans had spread so fast and so rapidly throughout the galaxy that they were bound to be worried by it. He wasn’t about to deny what he had planned for her was anything less than beastly, he just didn’t care any more.

“Yes, yes. We’re beasts, frightful beasts. I’m not about to deny it. But these beasts have you cornered like a rat in a cage.” As he spoke the words he cupped her mound in his palm and slipped his middle finger between her silken folds, his eyes locked on those dark maddened eyes of hers. The finger probed slowly before bumping against the membrane of her virginity, which he pressed against testily.

“I’m going to enjoy taking that from you, my dear blue friend.” He chuckled derisorily before slipping his finger from her and joining the doctor again. As he did so he slipped his finger to his mouth and quickly drew it between his lips, savouring the sweet musk of her sex.

“When you have fitted the stun implant take her back to her cell.” The Doctor nodded to the Captain as he left the sick bay.

The doctor fixed her with a cold stare as he slipped a pair of white latex gloves onto his thin gaunt fingers. His cold grey eyes were gaunt and haunting, as if he had seen to much death in his time. He picked up long syringe-shaped instrument from his desk and approached her.

“If you are still this will be…less painful” He wasn’t going to lie, it would be quite painful, but it would be over more quickly if she didn’t resist. The nurses watched with sadistic interest, as did the guards as the doctor placed the thick blunt end of the syringe to her neck, just below her ear. The instrument bleeped and there was a loud popping noise as the stun implant was shot into her flesh and attached itself to her skull. Darkness once more engulfed her.

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She awoke an hour later to find herself in her cell, on the floor, looking at Raiden’s boots once more.

“I don’t think the doctor had heard anyone scream that loudly before during an implantation.” Raiden traced his leather gloved fingers light over a small remote control in his hand, smooth and black like a pebble with a series of flashing lights on it, a dial, and a button.

 

[caela]

“If you are still this will be…less painful”

Lyr didn't like the way the doctor said that or the sadistic gleam of pleasure that shone from the eyes of the nurses and the gaurds. She knew the gaurds at least wanted to hear her beg and she refused to give them the satisfaction. Whatever this damned implant was they were going to implant it whether she begged or not and so she refused to beg.

That didn't stop her from screaming however. The space just below a Shas'Oni ear was an erroganous zone and carried many more than the average number of nerve endings so when the strange needle drove the implant into her neck it was equivalent to driving the implant through a human female's nipple. She screamed in agony and the sound reached such a high pitch that some of the gaurds and nurses had to cover their ears until she passed out at last from the pain.

* * *

She had no idea how long she was unconcious but when she woke she found herself back in her cell but still naked. Letting her eyes flutter open she whimpered softly at the pain that flared through her head and the memory of some sort of implant being shot into her head. Reaching up she touch the evil thing lightly and had to blink away the tears that filled her eyes and clouded her vision in a haze of pink light.

It was only when he spoke that she realized she wasn't alone.

“I don’t think the doctor had heard anyone scream that loudly before during an implantation.”

Turning her gaze up to him she didn't care that he could see the pink trails of her tears running down her cheek so much as she wanted him to see the pure hatred and fury in her gaze. She saw the remote in his hand and knew what it was without having to ask. It was clear that it controled whatever the implant was supposed to do.

Quickly scrambling back across the floor of her cell she didn't bother to stand figuring he would just use the impant to drop her again but she had to put as much distance as she could between herself and the animal before her.

"Bastard!" she hissed using the worst human insult she could thing of in the heat of the moment. "No human prisoner has ever face such cruelty at our hands! Is it any wonder we don't want you in our space when you're still filled with such wanton cruelty!"

 

[MaiusImperium]

Raiden sighed and a tut escaped his lips, he turned away from her, holding his hands behind his back, the remote there, glinting in the dim light of the cell teasingly, mocking her. With a press of a button he could send her into convulsions of pain that would range from a slight stomach cramp to body-wide convulsions that would have send her body into unconsciousness, alien anatomy or not.

“What do you hope to gain by crying foul of your treatment? Do you think I shall change my mind if you argue your case eloquently enough?.” Even if what she said was true, the Shas’Oni had instigated this war, they were the aggressors, but he wasn’t about to get into a debate with her.

“I simply don’t care. You can quote intergalactic rules of war all you like, as far as I’m concerned, you are mine from now until we reach Earth. And it is a long, long journey I can assure you.” His fingers traced over the remote idly as he turned to face her again. He adjusted the dial on the sleek black remote, his eyes glinted darkly.

“I hold in my hand the keys to your body. If I wish you to have a slight stomach cramp, I will make it so.” He pressed a green button it and twisted the dial, the implant that was now latched onto her skull sent tiny electrical messages skittering through her brain, firing up nerve pathways that travelled to her stomach, which tensed. It was only a tight cramp, uncomfortable but not especially painful.

“Or if I want to make you writhe in agony, I will make it so.” The dial was adjusted again, buttons were pressed and the screams could be heard through the blast doors as the implant caused her muscles to tense immensely down her left side. He left the device on for only the briefest of seconds before turning it off again.

“And if I wish you to feel….pleasured, I shall make it so.” Again another adjustment as he pressed the button again, he watched with a smug grin smeared across his face as she struggled to remain composed as the device sent tiny jolts of pleasure skittering through her body straight and straight to her clit. He flicked the device off again.

Oh it was a remarkable device. The latest little gizmo from the tech labs on Mars. Originally designed to keep convicts on penal colonies in line with promises of immense pain it had been adapted to Shas’Oni physiology. Raiden had in fact been somewhat fortunate, they’d only ever tried the Shas’Oni device on their corpses and in labs, they’d never had the opportunity to test it on a life subject. Of course the fact that he could send pleasure through her nerve endings was a rather delightful bonus. It had never been intended to cause such elating sensations but Raiden certainly wasn’t complaining.

 

[caela]

“What do you hope to gain by crying foul of your treatment? Do you think I shall change my mind if you argue your case eloquently enough?.”

Lyr just stared at the man before her and felt a small shudder run down her spine. She hadn't really hoped to be eloquent enough to change his mind but she had hoped to prick his conscience but it was becoming more and more apparent that he didn't have one. Only someone without a conscience could do what he was doing to her. Even if her people considered humans no better than animals still they would never treat a prisoner as such. It had nothing to do with intergalactic law, it was simply beyond Shas'Oni comprehension to treat an enemy with such indignity.

You killed your enemies or you sent them home. Most the Shas'Oni simply killed.

"...as far as I’m concerned, you are mine from now until we reach Earth. And it is a long, long journey I can assure you.”

His? Did he think that because he'd had some implant driven into her skull that she was going to roll over and play the pet for him? It wasn't going to happen. She'd ignore him the best that she could and eventually he would grow bored with her. Of course at that point she'd have the other soldiers on board to deal with. Sighing she shook her head trying to think clearly though it still pained her from having the implant injected through so many nerves.

As he started to explain the device her face went blank and stoic. It was clear she intended to give no reaction and as her stomach cramped she silently cursed to herself. It was clear they'd used the corpses of her dead brother's in arms to create a device specifically for Shas'Oni physiology.

Her thoughts were cut off however as a scream ripped from her throat and the entire left side of her body burned with pain like she had never imagined. It was short lived but it left her breathless and gasping just to try and breath and she would have loved to kill the bastard Captain as he stood smirking over her.

She didn't realize it was about to get worse.

“And if I wish you to feel….pleasured, I shall make it so.”

Pleasure unlike anything Lyr had ever known course through her body leaving her as breathless as the pain but craving more and when it stopped she whimpered softly despite herself. Looking up at Raiden there was a fresh fear in her eyes now but behind it there was also a true horror. But behind the fear and the horror there was also the lust that he'd used the device to awaken in her body.

"You have no idea what you've just done," she whispered as she curled into a tight ball and curled up in the corner farthest away from him.

If humans had truly understood Shas'Oni sexual physiology they never would have invented a device that could bring their enemies pleasure.

 

[MaiusImperium]

Raiden

“Don’t I?” He slipped the device into his pocket, he had demonstrated the power he could hold over her body if he so chose to, that was enough for now. In time he would inflict new pains, new humiliations on her, he would even allow her to feel the pleasure of the device if she behaved. He hoped she wouldn’t though. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, whether she behaved or not he would break her.

Raiden walked over to her, she was backed into the corner now, he ran his calloused fingers through her silky silver hair, soft as goose down. His fingers curled softly around her ear and brushed over the tender implant below her ear knowingly.

“I shall come for you later, I am looking forward to getting to know you better.” Such a horrible euphemism, though it wasn’t exactly untrue. By the end of it he would certainly know her better, her body at least.

With that he left her alone, the energy field buzzed back into life and the blast doors shut with a loud un-oiled sound. She was alone, in the dim grey light of her new home.

Raiden himself went back to the bridge, he had other duties to attend to, though none of them were particularly enjoyable, they were more of a distraction to him. He looked forward to being alone with Lyr with great relish, though it was good to let her stew in her own thoughts for a while, she could absorb the enormity of her situation alone before he went to her again.

The day passed uneventfully, mercifully there were no more Shas’Oni attacks and before the evening shift they made the jump into subspace. Until they reached the jump node at Gamma Draconis they would be safe from Shas’Oni attack, ships were more or less untouchable as they travelled through subspace.

As for Lyr, she was served food shortly before Raiden came back. The soldiers insulted her, spat on her, though he wasn’t to be touched…at least not damaged permanently, he’d been quite specific about that. It wasn’t particularly pleasant food to the human palate, there was no telling how easy it would be for Lyr to stomach it. It didn’t matter so long as she didn’t waste away, her figure was quite pleasing as it was.

The cold steel doors of her cell opened hours later to allow him in. He wasn’t alone, two soldiers flanked him and stood at the door, they were carrying cold metallic implements in their hands though it was hard to tell what they were exactly in the dim light.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal.”

 

[caela]

“I shall come for you later, I am looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Lyr glared ar Raiden as he left her cell. She couldn't help but thinking that the man was nothing more than a ravening dog and should be put down! She'd met criminals with better manners. Shuddering to herself she couldn't relax until he'd been gone for over a half an hour and she was sure that he'd gone to attend to whatever duties he had during the day.

Slowly she uncurled her body and sat up. She could see the look on the gaurd face as he watched her but he quit paying attention when he realized that while she was sitting up she wasn't moving out of her corner. Crossing her legs once more she rested her hands on her knees and closed her eyes while her tail rose and wrapped loosely around her hair holding it back from her face. Within seconds she decended into a deep meditative state to calm her frayed nerves and sooth her emotions.

She remained utterly still until the sound of the shield gaurding her door powering down drew back into a normal level of conciousness. She watched in utter silence as the gaurds brought her a tray of food that smelled utterly inedible and said nothing as they insulted her. She knew the things they called her had no bearing on who she was and so she paid them no mind. The only time she moved was when one of the gaurds actually spit at her. She easily dodged but it seemed the gaurds were amused even though they'd missed.

Knowing she needed her energy she glanced at the plate once the gaurds had left and let out a low groan when she realized why the food smelled so foul. It was made from some sort of dead animal. Shaking her head she pushed the plate to the far side of the room, the only thing she touched was the glass of water that had come with it.

These idiot humans had obviously studied Shas'Oni corpses, were they so stupid that they hadn't realized Shas'Oni couldn't eat meat?

Turning her back to the plate she settled once more to her meditations, not moving again until the Captain returned with two gaurds. She could see that the gaurds carried...something...but she couldn't make out what it was in the dim light and she found that she didn't like the not knowing.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal.”

Lyr's expression made it clear that she highly doubted that, "If you'd wanted me to enjoy my meal Captain you'd have had something edilble sent to me. Shas'Oni cannot eat the flesh of dead animals. We eat only plants. That" she hissed and shuddered as she pointed at the plate, "will have me in your sick bay retching for a week."

Staring up at the Captain she didn't bother to rise from where she sat. If he was going to hurt her he's do it whether she stood or sat. Normally a Shas'Oni stood when another entered the room but since his own manners were worse than those of a dog she decided she didn't need to be particularly mannerly herself.

"So what torment is it to be this evening Captain? You brought your gaurd dogs with you, are you planning to watch while they beat me? Or perhaps you need them to hold me down while you execute the rape you seemed so intent on earlier?" she asked and her voice and gaze were nothing short of defiant.

 

[MaiusImperium]

“Rape? Oh no, when it happens it shan’t be rape. I don’t need to beat you, Lyr. Though I do find I enjoy the sensations it can elicit, far more enjoyable than pressing a button.” The soldiers fanned out to either side of him, standing watch at the door. Raiden himself sad himself down on her hard bed, which was little more than a cold metal slab with a very basic pillow on it for head support.

“As I mentioned before, I am quite looking forward to getting to know you, Lyr. Why this could be a new beginning of communication and friendship between our two peoples! Far less bloody than our first meeting. If you don’t recall your ships opened fire on our diplomatic corps and killed three hundred people on our first contact. I wouldn’t want your sense of moral superiority to go to your head.”

He wasn’t man easily flustered, but there was a note of anger, of bitterness in his voice as he spoke. His father had been on one of the consular ships that had been involved in first contact with the Shas’Oni all those years ago. Raiden had no false notions of moral superiority, he knew he could be monstrous, but it wasn’t as though these alien warmongers did not carry blood on their hands either.

On either side of him the soldiers kept their…instruments and trinkets held at their sides, though one of them handed Raiden a small glass jar with something in it that seemed to move. Raiden was tired, he hadn’t slept since the Shas’Oni attack, but this would be more than worth staying awake for.

“Do you have a family Lyr? A mother? Father? Lover?” His lips curled suggestively and his tone became more greasy.

 

[caela]

“As I mentioned before, I am quite looking forward to getting to know you, Lyr. Why this could be a new beginning of communication and friendship between our two peoples! Far less bloody than our first meeting. If you don’t recall your ships opened fire on our diplomatic corps and killed three hundred people on our first contact. I wouldn’t want your sense of moral superiority to go to your head.”

Lyr glared at Raiden as he spoke. Was the man truly so ignorant of the history of this war...or did his government actually dare to so brutalize the truth of that meeting? It didn't matter, it was clear he believed what he spoke.

"Lay the blame for those deaths where it belongs Captain" she sneered his title like an insult. "There's plenty of blame to go around but your government sent that ship into our space after they were told that we didn't wish to meet them and that any ship sent into Shas'Oni territory would be annihilated.

We keep our word Raiden," she said and there was a deadly promise lighting her eyes now and while she spoke her tail twitched as if it had a mind of it's own and wanted to wrap around something and squeeze. "There's blood on our hands but at least it's honest."

Watching him move to sit on the bed she hadn't so much as touched her eyes continued to glare. She ignored the silent gaurds except when one handed Raiden a jar that seemed to have something swimming inside of it. Seeing that she had to fight down a shudder. He'd said he wasn't going to rape or beat her so what did he have planned?

“Do you have a family Lyr? A mother? Father? Lover?”

She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the suggestive tone of his voice when he asked the last. He knew she didn't have a lover so why did he ask?

"I had a family. My parents passed to the next plane when I was just a child. My brother joined them but a the last cycling of our third moon, about 3 Terran months ago. Now there is just me.

As for the Lover you know there isn't one. You and your doctor proved I am intact though we don't place the same price on it virginity that your people do. We don't take lovers or mates until we've reached 30 Terran years. Our pheremones are too unstable until then."

She spoke more to try and disctract herself than anything else. She didn't want to know what was in that jar.

 

[MaiusImperium]

“Yes…I have noticed your…unique pheromones. I think every man on the ships has, and some of the women.” That smirk returned again as his fingers traced the rim of the jar lightly at his side. He wasn’t going to trade war crimes with her, she had one story and he had another, who was to say which was the truth?

“Just because you’re virgin doesn’t mean you don’t have someone special back home, or in your navy. It must be quite lonely for you, no family, no one to hold in your arms, no one to comfort you.” His voice was not sympathetic, he spoke the words flatly, without much emotion.

“Bind her.” He spoke, his eyes locked with hers, not even glancing at the guards as they got to their feet, stun batons in hand. The two soldiers closed in on either side of the Shas’Ona and pinned their stun batons to either side of her ribs, just in case she had been thinking of trying to escape. Incapacitated they soldiers went to work, her wrists were put in shackles, chains were hooked into fixings in the cell walls, and then attached to her wrists. Her wrists bound, she was pulled taught by the chains, worked by a series of pulleys by one of the guards. A dividing bar was shackled at her ankles, spreading her legs wide.

“I’m going to enjoy disrobing you of that smug attitude, alien.” He rose to his feet and approached her, the guards keeping her arms tightly stretched by the chains. One step, then another, it was deathly quiet.

“I wonder, Lyr, if you are familiar with the Arcturian womb-beetle. It really is quite a fascinating creature.” He held the jar to her eyes, it was filled with sand, something wriggled and writhed in it.

“They say it can gestate for a good long time inside the host, attaching itself to the uterus. They can live for months in there, quite nicely. Until they lay their eggs of course, after that they can cause quite a...mess.” He placed the jar on her bed before continuing.

“Of course I would hate to divest you of your virginity in such a crude manner, their mandibles are quite sharp, it could be rather bloody.” His body was almost pressed to hers, his flight jacket was pressed to her firm and jutting breasts, his breath glided over her neck, he could smell the pheromones this close, driving him wild.

“I wonder, what would you do to avoid such a fate?” His eyes travelled up the length of her neck, his head cocked to the side. He allowed himself a sample of her divine lavender flesh, his tongue slipped from his mouth and slipped up the side of her cheek. It was not sensuous, devoid of affection, it was cold and slimy.

 

[caela]

“Just because you’re virgin doesn’t mean you don’t have someone special back home, or in your navy. It must be quite lonely for you, no family, no one to hold in your arms, no one to comfort you.”

Lyr simply shrugged at his comment. She hadn't ever really been lonely but thenshe'd never considered herself alone either. Yes her family was gone but she would see them again someday - perhaps sooner than she'd thought - and while there was no one special back home or among the other pilots she knew there would be one day. It was something she really hadn't thought over much since she was still too young to mate. There were other concerns to worry about at her age and time enough for such pleasures in a few years after she was introduced to Shas'Oni society as a fertile and of-age female.

She said none of this however but simply watched Raiden where he sat. She wasn't surprised when he ordered her bound and rose lightly to her feet refusing to give the gaurds the satisfaction of fighting her into submission. Why get hurt more than she was going to already? She watched dispassionalty as they bound her arms out to her sides and her eyes remained impassive as a bar was attached between her ankles to keep her legs spread though she'd admit to her self that surprised her. It made standing uncomfortable as she couldn't shift her weight but she said nothing and simply waited for the first burst of pain.

Again she was surprised. Raiden stood and brought his jar with him, up close she could guess at what it was before he spoke but his words only confirmed her fears, “I wonder, Lyr, if you are familiar with the Arcturian womb-beetle. It really is quite a fascinating creature.”...“They say it can gestate for a good long time inside the host, attaching itself to the uterus. They can live for months in there, quite nicely. Until they lay their eggs of course, after that they can cause quite a...mess.”

Lyr didn't even try to stop the whimper that filled her throat or to hide the shudder that raced down her spine as she watched the thing crawling throught the sand in the jar. There was a look of pure, unadulterated terror on her face that only lessened when he put the jar back on her bed. Even then she eyed it warily.

She knew that in her frightened state her body would be kicking out pheremones at an accelerated rate and could see the reaction it was having not just on Raiden but on the gaurds and a fresh whimper filled her throat. Why didn Shas'Oni pheremones have to be so effective on humans?! Squirming in her bonds she had to tip her head to meet Raiden's eyes and swayed slightly as he pressed against tightly enough that the cloth of his uniform scraped against her tender skin drawing a small gasp.

“I wonder, what would you do to avoid such a fate?”

Not bothering to hide her fear or her revulsion she shuddered against him as his tongue slid up across her cheek. It was so dispassionate and uncaring that she could almost have believed he was testing to see if she'd taste good for dinner.

"What do you want to keep that thing away from me?" she asked softly. She hated to bargain with him, and if he'd simply planned on beating and raping her she wouldn't have, but she couldn't allow him to put that thing inside her. "What the price for keeping my body whole?"

 

[MaiusImperium]

She smelled divine, the chemicals drove him mad, his manhood was begging to twitch to live, he felt so…powerful. She was shackled, her legs splayed, completely open to anything he might choose to do. Deep in space, away from the rules and regulations of the Terran Authority, in command of his own ship there wasn’t nothing he could not do to her, no vice he could not yield to. He stayed pressed against her, his cock straining against the tight confines of his regulation pants.

“What do I want? Only your…obedience.” His tongue curled from his thin lips again, tracing up along her shoulder and flicking across her delicate earlobe so lightly. “If you can be a good girl you will be taken from your cell, you will live in my quarters, sleep on the floor. When you are not leashed you will be shackled at the foot of my bed. You will do anything I ask of you, no matter how base or depraved.” He slipped his cold hand over her left breast, squeezing it roughly before trailing his fingers up her neck and finally they came to rest cupping her chin.

Of course he did not let her know what those depraved acts were, it didn’t hurt to keep her guessing, that fact if she did not she would be punished should have been enough.

“If you agree here and now, I will untie you. Or I can let this beetle burrow deep into your vagina and lay it’s spawn inside you. They do not reach gestation for months, plenty of time to use you until there was no sport left in your broken body. By rights I should plant this inside you now, I will have grown weary in a month, maybe two, of your screams.”

The two soldiers at Raiden’s side were restless, they tightened their grips on their stun batons and fidgeted constantly. Raiden knew the effect her pheromones had on them because they were having the same effect on him, but he pushed such thoughts away. There would be time for making her squirm and scream later.

 

[caela]

“What do I want? Only your…obedience.”

Lyr's eyes went wide as he continued to speak. He wasn't just going to beat and rape her, he was going to turn her into a slave! It was only with a supreme act of will that she kept from fighting and jerking against her bonds, especially when his hand cupped her breast to squeeze it roughly. She might have been able to keep a calm exterior but inside she was screaming and the amount of pheremones her body was producing increased accordingly.

It was clear that these human had no real idea what he was getting himself in for though in keeping her in his rooms. She hadn't lied when she'd told him that Shas'Oni didn't mate before reaching 30 Terran years. The reason for it was because until then their pheremone levels were wildly unpredictable. Some gave off almost none while some - like Lyr - gave off enough that even the most frigid would warm to them sexually.

Despite the levels given however the pheremones had only two purposes. The first was obvious, they increased the sexual desire of whomever the Shas'Ona was with. The second wasn't nearly so obvious and could take weeks or months to show any effect. That effect however was emotional and was meant to bind two Shas'Oni to each other.

To be steeped in the pheremones of the same Shas'Ona for long enough was to eventually fall in love with them which was why Shas'Oni mated for a lifetime.

Lyr didn't know if the second effect of her pheremones would have any effect on a human though it was clear that the first did. No one had ever bothered to study the effect. After all what would be the point? No Shas'Oni would willingly take a human as a mate. What worried Lyr as she thought on it though was that humans might produce their own, far more sutble, pheremones that could act on her over time.

The thought of actually being fully mated to a human, both physically and emotionally was utterly repugnant.

“If you agree here and now, I will untie you. Or I can let this beetle burrow deep into your vagina and lay it’s spawn inside you. They do not reach gestation for months, plenty of time to use you until there was no sport left in your broken body. By rights I should plant this inside you now, I will have grown weary in a month, maybe two, of your screams.”

Lyr's fathomless eyes flared with hatred but she knew she was well and truly caught. Her survival instincts simply wouldn't allow her to fight him and end up with that bug planted in her womb. Sagging in her bonds she finally dropped her gaze and sighed softly.

"You win Rainden. You'll have my obediance," she whispered while mentally adding to herself, for now.

 

[MaiusImperium]

“Excellent.” He clapped his hand to her firm buttock lewdly, the guards chuckled as Raiden pulled away from her. He had been so close, he’d hardly been able to think straight, her scent had fogged his mind, even now he was fighting the urge to bury his throbbing cock deep inside her. He sighed and took a moment to clear his head. He had to keep a clear head, he couldn’t let her see the effect she had on him, though she likely had an idea of it anyway.

“Untie her and bring her to my quarters.” She was unshackled and lifted by her shoulders by the two guards from her cell. She was dragged through the ship in the wake of the Captain. Soldiers, officers, engineers all cast their eyes over her naked body as she was led to the captain’s quarters.

The doors opened smoothly and Lyr was dropped unceremoniously to her knees.

“Leave us.” The guards left her alone with the captain. The doors slid shut. His quarters were larger than normal quarters, but they were still quite Spartan. There were few decorations or accoutrements, a bedside lamp and digital clock, some assorted papers on his desk. The picture frame on his bedside table stood out because it was alone, and there was so few other distractions in the room. It held a battered old photo of Raiden in happier times. His now estranged wife hugged him close, their two children smiled cheesily. Their kids were both grown up now, in the academy. He feared that they would be called up within the year for military service if the war didn’t end before then, and that didn’t seem likely.

“Welcome to my abode.” He smirked and slipped a black metal collar around her neck, which clicked into place firmly. The chain that was attached to it was secured around the leg of his bed. Raiden slipped off his boots while he sat down on the bed before explaining her terms of service.

“You will remain here at all times unless I choose to take you with me on your leash. I will feed you, clean you and look after you as I might a pet. If I throw a stick you will fetch it like a dog, if I scratch your ear you will nuzzle me affectionately. I will take you for walks around the ship, naked. I will make sure you…remain in tact, though if any of the crew ask anything else of you, you will not refuse them without my permission to do so.”

e held the remote in his hand so that she could see it. He’d also kept the jar with him, which he stowed away in a secure draw. He made sure she saw him lock it away, just a silent reminder of what awaited her if she pushed his patience too far. He rose to his feet and walked over to her, he stroked his hand through her silvered hair.

“Likely you find this ironic. I do. I have a great Shas’Ona before me, a superior race, tied to my bed, curled around my feet as a Terran dog might around it’s owner. I do no expect you to…warm to the idea immediately. I am patient, but you know what awaits you if you try me once too often.”

 

[caela]

“Untie her and bring her to my quarters.”

Lyr recognized the walk through the ship for what it was meant to be...a humiliation. It worked as well. She was by nature fairly reserved even among her own people and to be drawn, naked, through a ship full of humans was more than enough to make her blush - an act that darkened her lavender skin to nearly a royal purple. Still despite the blush she kept her head high and as dignified an expression on her face as she could muster until she was dumped uncerimoniously at the foor of the Captain's bed and the gaurds had left.

Then she let her hatred of the man before her show clearly in her dark eyes. A look that wasn't lessened when he place a collar around her throat and secured it's chain to the foot of his bed. She had enough chain that she could sit up but little else and if he wished to use her in any way he'd have to either unchain her or lengthen the chain somehow though she was certain he could do either if he chose.

“You will remain here at all times unless I choose to take you with me on your leash. I will feed you, clean you and look after you as I might a pet. If I throw a stick you will fetch it like a dog, if I scratch your ear you will nuzzle me affectionately. I will take you for walks around the ship, naked. I will make sure you…remain in tact, though if any of the crew ask anything else of you, you will not refuse them without my permission to do so.”

Lyr's eyes narrowed as he spoke and she realized it was worse than she's thought. She wasn't just a slave, she was to be debased before the entire crew and treated as if she, and not they, were the animals on board. She couldn't say it surprised her overly much. Humans were after all rather inventive toward those they hated.

She shuddered when he reached out to run his fingers through her hair. She half expected him to hurt her still and when no blow or sharp pull to her hair came she was surprised and it showed clearly on her face. Though not nearly so clearly as her obvious relief as the beetle was locked away in a drawer out of sight. She'd have prefered it to be in a whole other part of the ship but in a jar locked in a metal drawer would have to suit well enough. It wasn't likely to escape accidentally.

“Likely you find this ironic. I do. I have a great Shas’Ona before me, a superior race, tied to my bed, curled around my feet as a Terran dog might around it’s owner. I do no expect you to…warm to the idea immediately. I am patient, but you know what awaits you if you try me once too often.”

Superior? Morally yes, and certainly more technologically advanced but even Lyr would admit that there was nothing the Shas'Oni were that the humans couldn't - eventually - become.

"I agreed to be obediant Captain and I shall be as far as my nature allows. I find your demand abhorant but they are doable. Don't ever expect me to warm to them as you put it however Captain.

As for the irony, remember that it was you and not I that named the Shas'Oni as the superior race. There's nothing we've done or accomplished that humans can't as well in time and I'm not so proud as to think there is."

 

[MaiusImperium]

“I rather hope we don’t become entirely like you. I don’t think lavender is my colour.” He chuckled, clearly quite amused by his own joke. He had no time for her semantics, he was tired and looking forward to sleeping. He slid his feet into his bed and laid back, stretching his arms about behind his head, he yawned sleepily.

“If you behave yourself, if instead of merely satisfying me you please me I may give you some clothes to wear, taking you for walks might not be so difficult for you then. What do you think?” He didn’t wait for her answer, nor did she care if she had one. He didn’t think she’d just bend to his will, not just like that. No, he hoped she would have some fight left in her.

Despite the fact that she was his prisoner, and his enemy, he was genuinely curious about her, about her people. It never did any harm to know your enemy, and he did find her quite…interesting. More than interesting. It was difficult to stop thinking of her like that, even now, lying back and looking up at grill-panels of the ceiling he could think of little else but ravaging her. He hadn’t expected the pheromones to be so potent, he would have to be careful parading her in front of the crew, some of them wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Tell me of your home world Lyr. No human has ever seen it, I’m curious.”