River Rapids

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don't offend yourself by reading further.



Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Rapids

Book 2



Chapter 11



As the three hunters made plans of their hunt, using D’Nang’s recon data, Tan’ock looked overhead to see Ver’On’s personal shuttle come to a hovering stop just off the edge of the building. The glare of the sun, and the cloak of the ship, were all that hid the existence of the craft from the Oomans surrounding them. It was amazing to them that the Oomans missed so much, it was a wonder that they weren’t wiped out by now, considering how many of their kind, and others, walked among them at the same time, eager to slice many of them to bits.


Tan’ock greeted Ver’On as he stepped off the shuttle, and explained how he had overruled his decree of no hunting, and explained his reasoning. Ver’On grumbled. “You should have notified me at once,” he growled. “I would have lifted my order.”


“My apologies, Elder,” Tan sighed, feeling the full brunt of Ver’On’s anger over being ignored. “I was…not thinking clearly.”


“Obviously!” He then examined the information gathered by the young blood. “However, given the situation, and the nature of the girl to you, I will allow this hunt.” The young bloods huffed excitedly. “UNDER…my strict supervision. I will not take part, but I will observe very closely.”


Tan’ock nodded. If anything went wrong, he would be the one to pay. Ver’On waved them all aboard the ship, and they left for the landing area of the main cruiser. There, El was transferred, not being permitted to walk, though she slept through the entire ordeal, Ver’On, and a very tired M’Pa, carried El, resting bowl and all, to the Elder’s quarters on the cruiser. There, nestled safely next to the huge bed, M’Pa lay down, and went to sleep. Ver’On stroked El’s hair for a moment longer, then left for the command deck.


There, the young bloods with extra weapons, and Tan’ock with two combi staffs instead of one, they stood around one of the holograph tables, completing their plans for their hunt. Ver’On approved. “Where will your female be?” Ver’On asked of Tan.


“Safe,” he replied, tapping a series of symbols on his gauntlet, to home in on the transmitter that he’d planted on Chonie. But when the indicator started to flash on the map close to where their hunt was to take place, Tan’ock became very agitated. “WHAT IS IT WITH OOMAN FEMALES!!!? DO THEY NOT KNOW WHEN TO LISTEN!!!?”


“That is her?”


“Yes! And I specifically ordered her to remain in the resting room with her grandfather!”


“There is your problem,” Ver’On sighed. “She has not accepted you yet, therefore she will not listen to your orders. You should have requested of her to remain, not order her to do so.”


“If that Heeno male lays one finger on her, I’ll skin him alive before her very eyes.”


“You best not do that, she’ll pass out.”


Tan growled at Ver’On before walking out the door. Ver’On growled a warning back at him, but it had little effect. “I’ll have to beat him later,” he said, then turned to the two young bloods. “Get us to the site, then go with him, make sure he doesn’t do something he will later regret.”


“As you order Elder.”






Slowly she opened her eyes to a brown colored dirt floor. She felt the cuffs on her wrists, when se moved, and at once gave the attached chain a half hearted tug. Her body felt numb, her mind clouded, and groggy. From what she could hear around her though, she realized, she wasn’t’ alone. “Hello?” she called out. “Who’s there?”


“Rebecca,” called a shaky voice.


“Rebecca Flemings?”


“Yes.”


“Oh god. You were in the paper yesterday. Where are we?”


“I don’t know. Who are you?”


“Chonie Kyle,” she replied.


“Chonie! Oh GOD NO!!”


“Sara?”


“Yes!”


“Your brother was looking for you. How’d you get here?”


“It’s that fucker – Heeno – and his budies. Chonie, they’re selling us!”


“Not all of us,” came another girl’s voice. “Some of us they – ”


“Easy Lacy,” called Rebecca, “it’ll be ok. Has the bleeding stopped?”


“Yes, but it still hurts.”


“It’s ok. We’ll get you to a doctor.”


“I can’t pay! And my family…”


“We’ll pay for it Lacy, it’ll be ok.”


“I want out of here,” she cried.


“We all do baby, we all do. Just hang in there.”


“How many are here?” Chonie asked.


“Nearly fifteen,” Sara replied. “But I may be wrong, they keep knocking some us out. Chonie, does your grandfather know what happened to you?”


Chonie hung her head. “No,” she replied, wishing that she’d listened to the alien and remained at the hotel. “No one knows. But he’ll get worried when I don’t turn up.”


“Twenty four hours,” Sara sighed, a small cry escaping her. “The damn cops won’t do anything for twenty four hours.”


“We can be anywhere by then,” Rebecca shouted.


“SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!!” Heeno shouted, appearing seemingly out of no where. Chonie heard the sound of a hard slap, and Rebecca yelped in pain. “YOU SPEAK WHEN YOU ARE TOLD TO SPEAK! JONES!!! Get the fuck in here and package this one up. Her plane is waiting!”


“NNNNOOOO!!!!!!!”


“SHUT UP!!!” Chonie heard another slap, only this time it was followed by a second sound, more muffled than the first. She surmised that Heeno had not only slapped Rebecca, but also either kicked or punched her. Rebecca coughed, and cried softly in pain beyond the door to her cell. It escaped her now what Rebecca looked like.


“Tie her up good Jones,” Heeno instructed, then appeared in the doorway to Chonie’s cell. She scowled her face to him, giving him the most horrid expression imaginable. Heeno just grinned, sly and cheaply. “Glad you woke up when expected,” he stated. “I’ve got some fantastic things planned for you. Well…nasty to you, fantastically fun for me.”


“You will be sorry for this,” she stated quietly. “If you let me go now, you may just get out of this with your life.”


“Ooooo, big words for such an ugly little slut.”


“Your funeral,” she sighed, and turned away. Just then a hard snap sent a stinging pain across her chest, splitting the red material across her breasts from one arm to the other. Her scream was high and sharp, and her gaze went icy as she met his eyes again. “Now you’ll be sorry!” she cried.


“Shut up,” he whispered, licking the blood from the end of his whip. “Mmm, so that’s what you taste like. Sour. Fuck, no wonder I didn’t want to fuck you.”


“GO TO HELL!!!” He lashed the whip across her legs and chest again, making sure each strike was felt fresh and painful.


“Hey, Heeno, if you don’t want to fuck her, let me,” Jones stated. “I hear her kind of pussy is really tight to fuck. Man I want to try that out.”


“You’ll get your chance later,” he told him. “Right now, I want to play with her a while longer.”


“Call me when you’re done. I’ll be in the cell at the end.”


“Fine, fine. Just go.”


Jones tapped the steel bars as he passed. As Heeno circled Chonie, pulling her chains tight to spread her arms above her head, pulling her to her feet at the same time. Just as he stepped back in front of her, she heard the woman at the end, Lacy if she remembered correctly, started screaming. At the peak of one of the girl’s cries, Heeno set his whip across Chonie’s abdomen, and then lashed down her legs, his smile broadening with each of her cries.






Their usual hunt time was at night, where they could use the unease of the darkness on the Oomans to their advantage, setting the fear level in their prey to an intoxicating level. However, the day was still bright in the hunt zone, but the hunt site itself was underground, and the young bloods had not yet proven themselves adept at hunting in close quarters. But it was the mark of a good hunter to accept the change of hunting environment. It was the reputation of a great hunter to thrive in the new, and to bring home not only the scars of battle, but the trophies of victory.


D’Nang’s companion cut the main power and communications lines to the building, plunging the underground structure into pitch blackness. As D’Nang cautiously directed Tan’ock to the access door in the floor, the other young blood joined them, by dropping down through the open ceiling panels above the office door, shaking a three foot long metal pipe, motioning that it could come in handy. Tan’ock and D’Nang agreed. Quickly the three hunters descended the stairs, jamming the hatch closed as they passed, the force used on the pipe guaranteed no Ooman could remove it.


Below they could hear the cries of the hopeful females calling out for rescue, and the shouts of the three males as they fumbled around in the dark.


“Someone hit he switch for the generator!”


It was the Heeno male who’d barked the order, and with the sights of his mask altered so he could see through the blackness, Tan’ock stalked off after him, the two other males heading off for their own prey.


The first few cells Tan’ock passed contained females, hysterically crying over the thought of rescue. In one, the female hung from her chains against the wall, completely unconscious. ‘Drugged,’ Tan thought, spotting an unknown chemical compound rushing through her blood. He then moved on.






“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY YOU IDIOT!”


D’Nang watched a half naked Ooman push the other male out of his path, as he made his way down the hall. The stench of Ooman blood was unmistakable through his mask, and D’Nang quickly scanned down the Ooman’s body. His lower region was covered in blood, some still dripping off the end of his flaccid flesh. Behind his mask he hissed softly, and followed the male. His companion left to play with the third male till he did something that warranted a prey’s death.
The male stumbled through a doorway, and felt around in the dark. There was a machine here, with power carrying cables leading from it to the secondary lighting system. This had to be the generator the Heeno male had shouted about.


“FUCK!!! I can’t see!!!” Slapping a small stick around on the table, the male turned on a soft light. Quickly D’Nang dropped the night vision of his mask and his shield. The male turned the light to him, and he growled. “Oh shit!” the male gasped, and promptly urinated on the dirt floor.


“INFANT!!!” D’Nang hissed, for only babies soiled themselves.


The Ooman grabbed a curved bar and swung it at D’Nang’s head. D’Nang easily stopped the bar, and broke the male’s arm backwards. His shout of pain was more like a woman’s, and he dropped the light from his hand to grasp his useless arm. D’Nang extended his blades, and brought them down across the male’s torso. The male stood there dumbfounded, then dropped, his body falling to three pieces.


D’Nang picked up the male’s head, and quickly cleared the flesh and innards from the skull. He then affixed it to his back plating, grabbed the light stick the Ooman had dropped, and rushed back through the structure, checking the cells. There at the end, lay the female that had been attacked the last time he was here. Only this time, the brutality of the assault left far more lasting wounds. Her eyes, were red and tearing, and she coughed repeatedly. Gently he turned her over, purring sweetly to sooth her panic stricken eyes. Gently he checked her neck, seeing evidence of her being choked. Releasing his med kit form his armor he sprayed a small amount of healing compound on her skin. Her panic left her, as she realized he was here to help, and began to cry.


“I’m gona die,” she whimpered.


D’Nang shook his head. “Not if I have anything to do about it,” he sighed, and continued his work on her lower wounds. “This will sting.”






The young blood turned to a sharp scream of a female from behind him. A quick scan showed D’Nang, not only with a scull on his armor, but assisting a female. She must have been frightened by his appearance. He could see a small shaft of light from D’Nang’s armor. They didn’t have external lighting, so this source must have been found among the Ooman possessions. Nodding that his friend would be occupied, satisfied that he was out of the hunt, he turned his attention back to the Ooman he stalked.


The male stumbled into one of the cells, and against the half restrained female there. “SON OF A BITCH!!!” she yelled, wrapping her legs around the male to keep him close, and slamming her brow into his head. As restrained as she was she was far from helpless, she just needed to get one of them close enough. “I’LL CLAW YOUR EYES OUT, I GET MY HANDS FREE!!!!”


“GET OFF YOU HAGG!!” he yelled, elbowing the woman in her abdomen. The young blood hissed, as the male continued to punch the female in her face. “GOD DAMN FUCKING BITCH!!!”


Suddenly the male ended up across the room, several broken ribs to his credit. The young blood growled at him as he thudded to the floor. Gently he lifted the female’s chin to find her still breathing, but dazed. She would have a headache, but she would recover.


“Where are you!!!” the male shouted. “Come on out here you little whores, I’ll give you a woody you won’t soon forget!” He swung around a wooden pole, about the length of his arm, about the thickness of an Ooman male’s fist. Both ends were covered in old blood, and stained down the middle from each end. To this the young blood knew what it had been used fore, and caught the end of the stick as it came near him. The male was surprised at the force the stick had been ripped away from him, he was even more surprised as the ends were suddenly sticking out of his stomach and back at the same time. There was a sound of sliding metal, and a splash of liquid, before the body of the male fell to the floor. Quickly the young blood cleared the skull of the flesh and innards, then affixed it to his armor plating.


“Who’s there?” the female called, not yet able to hold her head up on her own after her beating.


“I am Za’Besh,” he replied. “I am here…to free you.”


“Free the others first. Please.”


“Not you first?” he asked, perplexed. “Why?”


“Why not? They have families to go back to. I don’t. I’m nothing. I’m just a hooker. They’re housewives, teachers, business women. I don’t matter. They do.”


“You matter,” the young blood stated, gently tilting her head to look at him, though in the dark she could not see him. “Never say you don’t.”


“You don’t get it. They read the articles of my disappearance. The cops think I’ve gone to another city or something. I don’t matter to them. They aren’t looking for me. Please. I just…I just want to disappear.”


Za’Besh thought on this. “I can help you do that. I will release your chains. But wait here for my return. I will help you…disappear.”


“Thank you.”


“What are you called?” he asked, as he snapped the chains from her legs.


“Karen. My real name is Karen.”


He released the cuffs from her arms, and helped her sit. “That is an appealing name. Kar’in. I like it.”


She giggled slightly, the first pleasant sound she’d made in what seemed like months. “I like the way you say it.”


“Remember, remain here. I will return for you.”


She nodded, and heard his scuffling feet across the floor, sure that he was leaving.







Her bleeding wouldn’t stop, and he was out of emergency sealing ointment. Quickly he rummaged through his kit, praying for anything that he could use. There was nothing.


“D’Nang?”


“Besh! Help me! Give me your kit! HURRY!” Quickly the young blood handed his kit to his friend, and held the female still as he applied more ointment. “That son of a hard meat did this to her!”


“I see that he paid for his actions.”


“He didn’t pay enough!”


“Can you save her?”


“Yes,” he sighed in relief, seeing the last of her outer wounds stop bleeding from behind the ointment he’d applied. “Her outer wounds are sealed, for now. Her internal injuries will have to be seen to by a healer. But she will live.”


“No…please, no…no doctors…” the girl weakly cried.


“Why not?” D’Nang asked the girl.


“I don’t want…them to see me…not like this.”


“You will be healed, you will be able to go home to your family. In time, this will all be an unpleasant memory.”


“NO! My family don’t want anything t do with me, please, just let me be.”


Za’Besh and D’Nang exchanged confused glances. “Why would you say that?” D’Nang asked. “They are your family?”


In the dim light she turned to D’Nang’s fearsome façade, though now she wasn’t so afraid. “They’re no family of mine. My FATHER is the one who put me down here!” The two were shocked. “He offered me to Heeno, for sale, to cover off some gambling debts and drug runners he owed. Said I wasn’t good for anything else. My mom, the druggie, even suggested it. So forgive me if I chose not to go home!!!”


“D’Nang, this is no safe place for her. The female I just left has also expressed a desire to disappear from her people. Do you think…Ver’On will allow them to come with us?”


“WHAT!”


“They would be under our protection. We are proven warriors, we have rescued all these females after all. We can not turn our backs when one, even two, wish not to remain with their own kind.”


“Besh, you really got knocked around by that hard meat on the last hunt, didn’t you?”


“I’m Serious!”


“So am I! Ver’On would no sooner allow them to come with us, that…than for us to walk a hard meat on a leash in the middle of the nursery.”


“Please,” the girl called gently. “Take me with you. I’ll do whatever you ask.”


Za’Besh trilled at her words. “You can’t get any clearer than that,” he then turned to the girl. “Rest here, do not move,” he released her chains. “We will return for you.”


“I’ll be here.”
Deftly D’Nang covered her body with her clothing, or at least what was left of it. He then followed Za’Besh out of the cell. “Tan’ock leads this hunt,” D’Nang clicked, so the female wouldn’t be frightened. “He will never go for this!”


Suddenly from down the hall, there came such an ominous roar of rage, this likes of which the young bloods had never heard before. No more words were exchanged, as the pair moved from cell to cell, releasing the chains that bound the females, gathering them all in a cell, away from the females they had helped.






Tan’ock stalked passed several cells, and turned another hall, before catching sight of the Heeno male. He’d left a room, stumbling in the dark after something, mumbling to himself. Tan’ock had to pass by several more cells before he got to the room where the Heeno male had left. But as he passed the door he stopped and turned back, his heart thumping in his chest like an asteroid hitting the surface of a planet. Quickly he moved across the cell, lifting the female on the floor to his chest.


Her red dress, the favorite of his that she’d been gifted, was torn to pieces, all down her body. Huge red welts of angry bloody streaks screamed through the open fabric. Her chest, arms and legs were marred by these horrid marks. But that was not all.


Her face, Chonie’s lovely face, bore two crossed marks of injury. One across from one cheek to the next, the other, down her face, over her right eye, and across her tender lips. Her hair was a mat of dirt and sweat, fear reeked from her body, even with her being unconscious.


He checked her heart rate and breathing, both were shallow, but getting stronger. He turned her face to his, knowing that even in the dark she still could not see, but he didn’t care. “Chonie,” he whispered softly, but she didn’t say or do anything to respond.


A pain deep in his chest began to rise, burning its way through his body. The Heeno male did this. His lovely Chonie; wounded in this way. He was going to pay. Gently he lay her down on the dirt floor, releasing the cuffs around her hands and legs. He stroked her hair gently, then turned to the direction that the Heeno male had gone. The pain in his chest rose higher, burning though his throat. He pulled his mask away, as a roar so loud echoed off the room, that dust actually rained down from above. Leaving his mask, he ran off down the hall.