Untamed

Chapter 3

The Elder left the room and paused and turned to the guards. "This one is not for sale." The guards tilted their heads in curiosity. The elder had never before not sold a female to the illegal breeding farms, but nodded with compliance.... Before leaving them, he motioned to the control panel on the wall, "and stop pumping the room. I want her... untamed." He walked away from them but could hear the guards nudging each other in curious excitement.

The first watch officer approached the Elder now sitting in the captain's chair who was plotting the course to the secret traders post. Standing there for a moment, he chose his words carefully. "I see you finally taken an interest in one of the goods. It's good to see you enjoy yourself finally." The Elder stopped and turned his head, the officer gently smiling mockingly. He sighed, "As Captain of this ship, I try to keep as much of the spoils shared with everyone, we all have a share in stock. If you are wondering about the money we would have made from selling that particular..ooman.. then you have not to worry."

"Im just glad to see you...happy. You have been watching those monitors since we got that one and its got everyone keen. You never enjoy yourself. You are all work.... I want to see you like this often, Malak... It improves morale".

The Elder stiffened at his name being mentioned and hissed back at the first officer, "We have to careful, we are thieves... murderers... raiders... we do not have the luxury of being so open. The clans would gladly wipe us out. And I don't feel like having my head on a trophy wall...Yeyinde!"

Yeyinde smiled. The Captain hadn't called him by his first name in ages and it felt strange to hear it. At least he remembered it.

Malak continued plotting the course, before entering the details into the ship's navigation system. Yeyinde went over the systems and checked everything was in good order.

"We are ready to deploy, Captain."

Malak, engaged the navigation systems and sat back in his chair. His mind on the ooman female. She had ignited something within him that he never felt before. Besides the pure lust he felt within, there was something else.... Curiosity? Empathy? The thought plagued him.

"Captain, I will take first watch if you want to rest?" Yeyinder motioned. Malak nodded in approval and left the cockpit. They may be rogues, but he ran his ship as well as any clan would. He would not have chaos running amok in his ships... not like other rogue traders.... He was respected by his motley crew. He kept them safe and rich, they behaved.

Walking down the hallway to the crew's sleeping quarters, he passed the holding pens. Nodding at the guards at the entrance, he looked into the one way mirrors and watched the female that had caught his attention. She was still asleep from the gas, shivering slightly. He watched her longer, noting the curve of her face and the way her lips puckered. Her dark hair haloing around her head. She tried to move in her sleep and saw that she was still chained at the wrist, the blood dried but was still weeping. He considered for a moment releasing her and realised he was already in her cell before he could reconsider. Leaning over, he released the cuff at her wrist. She was still sleeping soundly. A lock of hair was resting on her face and he gently pushed it away, touching her face.

Stirring, she turned and opened her eyes and looked at him, the lustful gleam still there and she moaned at the sight of him. He sat her uprights, holding her face towards him. Searching in her eyes for that spark he felt when he first saw her. She smiled and caught him off guard.

"I am Malak, Captain of this ship and I...". A left hook caught him off short and the ooman struggled out of reach, rolling off the table.

Jess had woken to the sound of someone entering her cell and had feigned sleeping. She heard the cuff release from her wrist and was free. Upon his touch, it stirred her lust, but it was not as strong as before. She felt a little more normal. Turning to trick her intruder for escape, a moment of shock seeing that alien's face again. He was concerned...his eyes searching hers. Time to go, she thought and punched him in the jaw. Still woozy and light headed, she rolled off the table.

Crawling on the floor naked, she struggled to the door way, when a guard rested his foot on her back, pinning her to the floor. The Captain Malak adjusted his mandibles slightly and flexed his jaw. It was a good punch.... He would have to be careful. Seeing the guard with his foot on her, he picked her up and placed her over his shoulder. "Im taking this one to my chambers."

The guard winked at him and closed the pen. Watching the Captain walk away, he double checked the other pens. There was 30 in all. It was going to be a good haul. Another guard nearby saw the Captain walk away with the ooman over his shoulder. "One day, I will have to try a ooman, must be real satisfying if the Captain has taken one." The other guard shrugged his shoulder, "nah, give me a Yuatja anytime. These ooman females are too weak for my liking" Both laughed before returning to their posts.

Placing the now squirming ooman on the bed and locking the door behind him. He fended off her waving arms as she tried to punch and kick him. Picking her up again over his shoulder, he took her to the bathroom and started to run the water into a tub. Jess upon seeing the now filling hot tub, immediately got off his shoulders and eased herself into the tub, closing her eyes. Malak laughed and left her alone.

Malak laid out some simple clothes on the bed for her and arranged some food and filled a jug with water and laid on the bed. Soon it will be his turn to take the next watch and then he will be at the stock yards reaping in his bounty for the stock he had captured. Tomorrow they will be rich....

Jess sat in the warm tub and washed. She was feeling better and soon heard snoring coming from the other room. He must have fallen asleep. Sneaking out of the bath, and drying herself off as fast as she could, she sneaked into the main room, seeing the large alien asleep on the bed. She saw the clothes he had laid out for her and decided to put them on. They were more for modesty than anything else. Seeing the food on the table, she started to eat and drink taking in her surroundings.

The interior appeared all alike and was hard to make out where there was a door location. Tip toeing up to the door, she pressed its button, but nothing happened. Trapped in the room with the sleeping giant, she felt tired again. Crawling on to the bed next to him, Jess snuggled into him, feeling the warmth emanate from his body, resting her head on his arm. His muscles were like rock but they strangely felt safe.

Deciding she needed more room, she gave him a kick to shuffle over, which he surprising did. Rolling over to face her; she found herself looking into his blue eyes again, awake and full of concern. She thought about screaming, when he pulled her in close and gently kissed her forehead before falling asleep again. Jess smiled and curled up closer to him, her arm draped over him, pulling him in and her hand gently playing with his dreads. This was so odd to her, so strange and foreign, tucked into his arms, it was like home.