Hissing out an unamused breath, she managed to grit out, "That's the least of my worries right now, Boss."
His eyes only flicked to the screen for a couple of seconds before they widened with panicked shock. She knew how it must look, her being too weak to even stand and clutching at the machinery of her ship for any sort of stability. At that moment she hardly cared how weak she looked.
It took Breen a moment to look up at the monitor, but when he did his body visibly shot straighter. "Were you hurt? What happened?"
"I-" A sharp pain made her flinch hard, cutting off her words. "I think I'm sick. Something about the planet… I failed the contract."
"Screw the contract, what-" his concerned words suddenly cut off, a loud whirring sound taking their place.
She knew that sound. The communicator had powered off, along with every light in the ship. In an instant was left in darkness, unable to see even her hand in front of her face. The large window on the front of the ship was completely devoid of light, including the stars.
It was complete, unending darkness.
Before panic registered at losing power in the deep vacuum of space, the entrance of her ship opened with a quiet unmistakable hiss of pressurized air being released. Her entire body went still as she waited for the release to suck her out into the void of space, but her body remained seated on the ground.
It was then she registered that the gravity had been turned back on.
Realization dawned on her as she recognized her ship wasn't in space at all. The darkness outside her window was not a starless abyss, but of the interior of another vessel. Part of her wished she was dead and only dreaming the scene around her, but as pain wracked her lower abdomen she knew full well that she was very much alive.
Even weak, she managed to crane her head to watch as the panel of her ship opened and a dark figure dropped down in with her. Its features were impossible to distinguish in the darkness, but she got the hint it was distinctly humanoid, judging by its wide bulk and four limbs.
She didn't know if she should be relieved or terrified. There was a very real chance she might be staring down her murderer or trafficker at that very second. Pirating was a very real fear for any being unlucky enough to grace these stars.
She might have mustered the energy to get up and defend herself from the fiend, but the sickness in her stomach turned even harder in the presence of the exceptionally large male. She wanted to shriek in frustration, furious at herself for becoming a damsel all because of whatever this was overtaking her.
Her blaster was just a few feet away, tucked tightly beneath her pillow and far out of reach from where she had collapsed. A pained and amused breath wheezed from her at her predicament. The big bad space assassin was now completely unable to defend herself and abducted from the wild planes of space.
It was almost poetry.
The creature strode confidently through the dark of her cabin, stopping only once to hoist an arm below her torso and lift her over its shoulder. Fighting against it had never even been an option. She went limply, collapsing into his back still too weak to even protest.
His masculine scent was one of the few things that truly pierced her consciousness. Something within it calmed the blood rushing through her veins, yet still added to the wetness growing between her thighs. She knew the man must see it since she wore little more than a loose shirt and a pair of panties while she slept. She was lucky they were in such low light or her thighs might have been agleam with her arousal.
The man carrying her made little noise, feeling tense and hard beneath where our skin connected. With each inch of contact, her fever burned even hotter. He was like a catalyst, setting her ablaze and fueling the fire at the same time.
The area they entered appeared to be the large dark interior of a cargo area. Big, dark, and empty, with grey walls and undiscernible shapes in the shadows. She had gone through a million of these in her lifetime, enough to guess just by the size of it alone that the ship he had brought her into was massive.
In her position she was forced to watch the steel-plated floor as he walked her through the dark, bouncing her with every rushed step. The contact was like torture to her lust-crazed mind.
The long walk through the dimly lit spaceship felt like it took years to make. Where they had been and whatever they passed might as well have been a mystery. Her brain was too fixated on the man below her to focus on anything but him, the lust within her making thought near impossible as she tried to bite back the small moans that begged to burst from her with every large stride.
The only thing she could remember in detail as he set her onto a large bed in yet another dark room was her clawing at his chest in an attempt to stay close to the source of that intoxicating scent. She knew she should have been humiliated, but she was far beyond reason at that point.
The abductor only turned his attention from her once to flick on some soft yellow lights above, illuminating both him and the room around them. Part of her was unsurprised to see the bright glowing pink eyes from back within the forest. Part of her yearned to stare deep within them as he was deep within her.
A hard moan chased another hard spasm, and she felt a twinge of embarrassment as the head between her thighs trickled down onto the soft blanket below her. In a blink the man was beside her, cupping a firm hand against her sex and holding her steady, eyes locked on hers with a burning lust-filled possession.
It felt claiming like he was placing his mark on what would soon become his.
Despite the disgust she felt with herself, her hips moved on their own, rolling against the hold and desperately searching for friction that would never come. He was deliberately holding himself back, never allowing her even a burst of relief. Despite the arousal she could see tenting his pants, he held himself still, just watching her with those cool analytical eyes.
"Please," she whispered, the first word she could manage since the call with Breen.
An intrigued gleam entered his pastel eyes as he pulled away, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking two clean, never breaking eye contact. She should have been disgusted, but the lust within her only burned brighter at the sight.
It was… wrong, but oh so right.
The sound of the door whooshing open drew his attention from her, and he stood to face the two aliens who strode confidently into the room as if nothing had been going on. One quick look told her they were the men from the forest, looking down at her on the bed with wrapped attention.
Like she was a shiny new toy.
Already embarrassed from begging the sadistic alien, she closed her eyes and embraced the heavy wave of mortification. She hated them watching her, especially partially naked and dripping wetness down onto the soft bed. What she hated more was the twinge of arousal that came with their stares, pleasing a deep depraved part of herself she refused to admit existed.
"Poor little thing. She looks to be in agony." One of the men who had entered cooed softly, quickly crossing the room to bend over and look closer.
The alien that had brought her in growled deep and low, startling the alien and making the second jump back slightly and raise his hands defensively. "Only looking, Burrh. I wasn't going to touch the poor thing."
"Good." His statement was filled with a deep masculine possessiveness, like an animal whose toy had been threatened.
Burrh. She forgot his name was Burrh. Or maybe she just hadn't connected it until now. To assume her captor would be the target she assumed had caught her didn't seem like that unbelievable of a realization. From hunter to captured, oh how far she'd fallen.
He should be dead. If she had pulled that trigger in the forest of that planet he would be.
"How far is she into the heat?" the third alien asked.
The one in white was the first to reply. "Almost entirely taken over. If you look at the dilation in her eyes you will see just how aroused she is, which is a symptom of the heat."
"Should you take her now then?" The third asked Burrh. "If she's in high heat, then she's a risk to all of us. As it is both the doctor and I are being affected by her pull."
Despite the spike of pain the arousal within her set off, she clenched her thighs protectively at the alien's words. To have one of them would be shame enough, but knowing whatever was affecting her was setting all three off was enough to spook a little bit of common sense into her.
Burrh paused in his pacing, giving her an assessing glance. "No. Her first time with her mate won't be during the height of her first slick. There will be plenty more to come and we want to make sure she is surrendering to me, not a body function."
"Ah, so what you mean is you want to torture her yourself then?" said the third with a dark chuckle.
She watched as Burrh's gaze roved her body, a dark gleam turning them almost reddish. Those eyes held a promise she knew she should be terrified of, but at the moment only made her shiver in understanding.
"Little assassins do need their punishment after all."
She bared her teeth at the alien, to which the one in white tsked softly.
"Burrh, I don't think riling her now is the smartest thing to do during her first heat. She is a delicate human-"
Burrh crossed the room in two large steps, pulling the alien in white to his feet so his face was mere inches from his own. He radiated lust, anger, and a thousand degrees of pure male that threatened to overtake everyone in the room.
"I will not take scolding from you, now give her the anesthetic before the three of us lose our minds in her scent."
"That's not how that works, Commander."
"Just do it already!" The other two snapped, and Burrh finally released his collar.
With a sigh, the alien in white reached for a bag at his hip, drawing an injector and vial from his coat and filling it precisely with a thick blue fluid. She knew just what it was by sight alone.
The magic dreamtime liquid. One dose and you were out for days.
She struggled away from the one in white as he approached, never taking her eyes from the needle. Unfortunately in her state fighting did not seem to be an option. He had her ankle in hand in mere seconds.
"Don't… Put me to… sleep. Asshole."
The alien smiled softly, taking her arm delicately in his hand and placing the syringe against the pulse of her arm. An apologetic smile played out across his soft handsome features.
"My apologies, human. If there was another way, I would do so."