Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 2

The fire crackled distantly, rousing me from my coma-like state. Through blurry eyes the low embers glowed warmly, too warm for this heat, too warm for my aching body. I wanted nothing more than to slip back into darkness but found myself unable. My captor had disappeared. I raised my head slightly, looking for the beast dogs in the morning twilight. Something shuffled behind me, and I didn’t dare twist to see, I didn‘t need to. The clicking told me that he was indeed here, the irregular sounds followed by more rummaging. My eyes slipped shut, my head hung wearily.

He wouldn’t forget to torment me before he retired, I knew it. A small noise of indignation escaped at the thought, my throat raw and voice hoarse. The clicking stopped, leaving only the sound of the crackling fire. Heavy feet approached and fell silent before mine. Shuddering, I raised my head.

A harshly stark mask met my gaze, carved with meaningless symbols. Instead of piney skin, there was tar black with hints of grey-amber towards his belly; a massive slender body. The tubular, hair-like extensions from his massive head were steel-grey unlike his cohorts ebony-brown and far longer; I took it for a sign of age. His armour was more covering than the other‘s too, reasonable for someone who looked like he was going into battle at any moment’s notice, overlapping down the chest and along the back. This one too had bone trophies adorning his hair and body, along with the mesh and odd weapons. Strings of precious gems were intertwined with the hair, strings of animal teeth and small vicious skulls crisscrossing the chest and neck. One was a human head.

Then the moment of interest was over and I swelled with fear. His cohort had already done much - - what would he do?

The hulking form bent to closer inspect me, a monstrous hand probing at my dislocated shoulder to earn a broken hiss. He plucked at my ripped uniform, testing the frayed material with black-lustrous claws. His hard knuckles brushed over the underside of my breasts and I became stalk still, blank thoughts and frantic breathing my only whim.

“Please don’t,” I rasped at him, “don’t.”

His head tilted, the mask turning towards my face. Those dark impenetrable visors stared down my eyes with a frightening intelligence. Clicks were my answer, sharp and near growling. All attentions went back to my injured body and the juncture of my legs. The touch was invasive; clawed, calloused, thick fingers wedging between my aching thighs and inside me without mercy. I cried out as my injured passage savaged my nerves in protest. By the time I kicked at the monster, he’d already withdrawn his digits, now sticky with a creamy substance and faintly red with my blood.

I gagged at the proof of last nights encounter. It really had happened. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head, but that wasn’t to be. For a long moment, I damned myself as roughneck - - I was too strong willed to faint.

He tested the sheen between his fingers, and his low clicks cut to abrupt silence. The crackling fire in his black visor-eyes turned away as he raised his clean hand to loosen his alien mask. A jet stream of air escaped the unattached hose with forceful suction as his hand coated in bodily fluids raised close. Huffing, he smelled the sticky substance.

A bark of surprise burst forth from the creature’s chest, head whipping towards me with a clacking of hair ornaments. My eyes welled with tears at unheard accusations behind the mask, mouthing silently until I felt the weight of my situation upon me and my head fell forwards.

I wasn’t going to cry, I wasn’t, I wasn’t. My eyes squeezed tightly shut, shoulders shaking with each little sob that threatened to break away. Then a hand fell on my head and I jumped, nearly screaming murder, but my voice was hoarse and all that escaped was a shrill cry. However, the contact was not meant to cause pain, and the heavy petting motion across my dirty hair threw my brain into overdrive.

Perhaps it was meant to be soothing, but there was no comfort in the action when it came from the very race that did this to me. I tensed as the creature slowly reached into a leather pouch attached to his belt. He pulled forth a long, clear, cylindrical container filled with bright blue liquid, still petting across my hair, claws catching against scabs on my scalp.

I dared to question his cold mask with my eyes, and a fist was made in my locks. The pulling at my follicles was sharp, sharp enough to make me question what exactly he was planning to do with that liquid that he had to hold me still. With a strong pull, my head was forced down and my wild eyes flickered to the container as the top popped open-

But the lapis colored liquid halted midway as a vile roar burst from the trees. The new predator whirled towards the forest - - only to catch a bright flash so intense it singed my skin.

I realized then that they weren’t buddies.

He was thrown backwards with a spray of sparks, the liquid flying out of my sight, only to collide hard into a rocky outface with his own enraged bellow. Part of the dark rocks gave way as he righted himself. But the beast-dogs had arrived. One leapt high into the air and went for the throat - like they were no doubt trained - but with a sickening crack the dark-colored alien brought his elbow into the creature’s side. The dog caterwauled in agony, landing painfully into the dirt, ribs visually broken in - - but the other was charging. This one too jumped, but caught by the throat it could not bite. Instead, snarling and slashing with powerful limbs, its neck was dutifully snapped.

What happened next, I’m not sure. One moment the dark alien was standing upright, and in the next, with a shower of scintillant blue sparks, the original collided into the newcomer. The dogs were dead. The melee took to the ground, yowls and hisses, and there was a shocking splatter of glowing green into the night as the smaller was thrown bodily away.

Back on their feet, the pair circled each other like fighters in the ring, only this was for keeps. Whoever fell first wasn’t getting up again. The obviously younger beast jeered at the elder with jerks and vicious hisses, a diagonal line of claw marks cutting across his exposed abdomen. A malicious part of me felt pleased that that monster was injured.

Not cowed by the taunts, the elder let out a roar and spread his arms wide in aggressive posture. Then it was another collision, double wrist-blades meeting single in a steeling scrape. Gray-Hair thrashed the fiend’s side with his foot, grabbing the monster’s arm and pulling forwards while simultaneously driving his bladed fist forwards into the other‘s already wounded hide.

But at the last moment, the blaster on the other’s shoulder flew into gear. There was a brilliant display of blinding light and I squeezed my eyes against the sun-spots. Rubble fell to the ground, along with a metallic sounding “thump!” I opened my eyes to the plain mask at my feet, burned brown-cinder red, half of the left side missing. Then my head jerked up to see the victor.

My rapist.

A lion-like roar of triumph echoed over the still form of Gray-Hair, and for one long agonizing moment I thought he was dead. His face was covered in luminous green blood and he laid still against the ground. When his chest drew a slow breath, I released my own. An indiscernible feature of his face twitched, followed by a low groan.

The winner was not content to kick Gray-Hair when he was down, like me. Before the elder could regain his wits, the avocado alien produced a long cord of steel-rope and bound the delirious alien’s limbs in such a manner that he was stretched lengthwise along the ground. Then the bastard dragged Gray-Hair to two poles and tied his arms to one, and his feet to the other; both were far away enough that the position would be uncomfortable. All assortment of weapons and armor were removed from the elder, creating a dull pile in the too quiet night.

I could only watch. I never uttered a sound through the fight or this process.

By that time Gray-Hair had recovered from the blast. He was not happy with his situation and let out a fearsome snarl - - it was cut off by a hefty kick to a now unprotected side, and another, and another. I could have screamed at the cowardliness of it all. The elder took it with further complaint, and the beating became worse. A fist to the face was followed by a loud crack as the other grappled at the mouth. A bellow of rage followed an awful ripping snap-

“-Stop it!” my voice welled up without my knowing, “Bastard!”

The monster whirled towards me, and I realized my error as his dark hair clacked, his chest heaving in massive breaths. His fist clutched a talon-like appendage that was thrown down in rage. In three paces he was before me and his rough hand, sticky with the other’s green blood, strangled my throat.

“S’yuit-de!” he barked out, shaking me, banging my bruised skull against the pole. A distant roar met my ears. But I couldn’t shrink back.

I struggled for air, head forced back enough to see Taylor’s mangled corpse leering down with empty sockets (bugs had eaten the softest tissues first). I choked on tears for a long moment, seeing what I had tried so badly not to see. Oh gods. My attention flew back to the bastard with another roar, his dark visor staring into my soul, trying to steal it.

“S’yuit-de lou-dte kalei!” He snarled as the blood drained from my face, slamming my head again into the pole. It ached.

His wrist-blade traced the underside of my chin. Another distant bellow burst forth from Gray-Hair, and the bastard turned to snarl back. Beyond the massive spine covered shoulder, I saw the near nude predator struggling in his bonds. The one who strangled me calmed, his hellish rant falling into clicks, and then into silence, indecisive.

He snapped towards me.

Faster than I could follow, the blade cut through the bonds on my feet and arms, although my hands remained bound. I didn’t think for a second he would set me free. Huge fingers grabbed my hair, dragging me across the ground; rubble and discarded bones cut at my clothes, scraping across my body as I shrieked and struggled against the powerful grip. With a final forceful pull, I was right next to his other prisoner. A clear look at the thing’s face made me shriek again.

Piercing yellow orbs glared in rage from under heavy brows, set in dark black sockets. He had no nose, only a flap of skin that lead into a dangerous maw of six canine-fangs surrounded by powerful mandibles tipped with cracked, dangerous tusks - - the upper left one had been torn straight off. Vivid green blood pooled forth from the damaged appendage, along from cuts and mars created by the plasma blast. Many gray quills decorated the sloping and ridged crown before turning into thick grey tresses.

A moment later I found myself astride the bulky body. My veins turned to ice, hands braced on the creature‘s solid chest, body rocked nauseously up and down with each powerful breath. The elder was enraged by this strange torment that that bastard had made for us and immediately bucked to dislodge my comparatively small form, snarling out. My limbs shook horribly in terror and I cried from the jarring sting it caused, trying with all my might to push away from the alarming humanoid. But the foot suddenly lodging itself into my spine made that impossible.

“S’yuit-de,” the beast behind me purred sadistically, twisting his armored heel until I lay flush against Gray-Hair’s massive torso, until I groaned and clawed at the dense hide under my fingers.

To complete his game the evil monster straddled my back as well, crushing my hips into the other’s cloth covered groin. My thighs ached, I couldn’t draw breath - - the breaths that came were sharp and too fast. Flashes of the rape came back to me too quickly. The elder let loose another frightening string of guttural snarls, words that had no meaning. He’d stilled, but strained still against his bonds, his devil-eyes piercing the beast behind me.

That singular blade traced along my jaw, a heavy hand pressing me into the living torso below. I trembled, strangely aware of little details, the dry but smooth feeling of the dark hide under my palms, the grossly musky scent of decomposing flesh in the air (Taylor’s flesh, I told myself), the sensation of Gray-Hair’s language rattling into my body. The undeniably male lump underneath his loin cloth. I shuddered and squeezed my eyes tight shut, trying to distance myself from this nightmare.

“S’yuit-de,” followed a firm press on my back as the horrible beast shifted back, retracting the blade.

I gasped for air and opened my eyes, only to meet piercing amber orbs. The bleak knowledge there - knowledge of what was to happen - took away hope. When I heard the rattle of armor being removed, I sobbed outright. I struggled desperately to escape. Gray-Hair did not hiss as my bound hands frantically gripped at his thick shoulders, he did not snarl or try to impede me in anyway - - he tried to help (I would later realize), but it did more harm than good.

His hips bucked upwards in a final attempt to dislodge myself and my captor. However, in the awkwardness of our positions, it seemed like something quite different. My fingers curled into the bumpy hide as my body curved into his chest, burying my face down until the only thing I could hear was my own ear-piercing scream. My captor laughed, his hand tracing down my bared, sweat-slicked spine.

“S’yuit-de lou-dte kalei,” he purred at me a final time.

Claws tore my clothes, shredding the faded-navy uniform away completely, leaving my torn tank-top. I didn’t dare open my eyes to see the mess that was my body, I didn’t dare stop hyperventilating - - it was the only thing keeping me sane. That sick bastard slid back, pawing at my ass, spreading those cheeks wide. When I felt the tip of his hard organ press against a different hole than before, my eyes popped open in horror to the elder. His mandibles spread wide, hissing dangerously.

“Ki’dte!” Gray-Hair’s snarl ran up my arms, “ve’nde thwei!”

The answer was pure agony.

The monster pressed forwards. It felt as if I were being split in two, or sawed into with a serrated knife, because my body wouldn’t accept him, but he tried all the same. A wheeze escaped me and nothing more. Yellow eyes snapped to my own. I don’t think I would ever forget the expression on his face, the upper mandibles tucking in and the lower spreading towards me as the brow furrowed - - as if this process hurt him too; in some odd way, I believed it.

Then with a sickening ripping sensation, that bastard was inside. His delighted hiss was covered by my terrified cry, which in turn was covered by the enraged roar of the massive body under me. I bit my tongue and blood welled in my mouth. As quickly as he had entered, the monster mounting me pulled back and thrust forwards again. A horrible red heat tore through me and down my legs. Each plunge rocked my body forwards and each withdraw pulled me back, grinding my body into rough black scales and against a harshly heaving chest.

And through it all those gold eyes held mine.

Those hips slammed forwards again and my eyes squeezed tightly shut, choking back bile as the thick shaft hilted, sliding easier from blood. Then I felt what my involuntary grinding did to the one below me, a hardened length pressing against the apex of my thighs, hot tears running down my cheeks. The alien under me twitched, unwilling to participate in this disgusting act, his muscles strained and flexing.

An amused trill sounded over us, interspaced with winded huffs for air. I thanked the gods when all movement stopped - - then quickly took those vows back. Gray-Hair barked horrendously as the bastard reached under me and shoved Gray-Hair’s cloth away, so that it was his semi-erect cock against my flesh.

I refused to think, I refused to be here. I wasn’t being raped. I was on the Betsy-Daisy, and this… this was a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. But very real snarls proved different.

I was lifted like a rag doll, a muscular arm wrapped around my waist to hold me upright and over the other’s organ. No amount of struggling on either my or Gray-Hair’s parts could stop what was about to happen, and we both knew it.

“A’suh’ssi’asas:” the avocado colored monster hissed, to declare a title, “Dtai’pyode amedha pauk-de.” And with that, he impaled me.

“Ah!” I wailed as both my holes were stretched to their fullest. The smell of my blood filled the air. My head lolled forwards to see the elder’s toss back, eyes wide as his mutilated mandibles stretched outwards in a macabre dance. A rattling breath filled the air before his head snapped forwards and a heavy grunt came forth.

And then that beast slammed me prone on Gray-Hair’s chest, his wide hand spanning my shoulders. He humped me wildly once again. Each powerful thrust jarred me back on their shafts and I cried out in agony as more tissue ripped, feeling my inside pinch and move in ways it wasn’t designed to. I writhed and begged illegibly for it to end into the dark chest, face hot with tears. My heart was in my throat, my insides were on fire. I couldn’t breathe, my ribs were killing me.

“Stop,” I groaned out, “stop…”

Then the motions became rougher, more urgent, and I felt the cock in my ass swell. Lava exploded into my bowels. A violent roar went up. My body clenched, shuddering against each thick, sloppy pulse. It was over.

“S’yuit-de,” the younger alien slurred, dismounting. I howled out when his still hard shaft slipped free, spraying a little more of his seed along my back. A massive hand slapped down on my bruised thigh and I curled further inwards to the body below me, as if I could hide. Paws held my ass cheeks apart, allowing the bloody goop to spill forth.

Then I realized in horror that there was still a cock inside. I sobbed, trying my best to pull off of the alien under me, but found my bones had turned to mush, and that my arms refused to work. All movements screamed. Further more, the torment was not truly over. Massive alien hands wrapped around my waist and moved me up and down. Gray-Hair jerked and snarled, but with all my fear of him and his kind, I hadn’t the strength to struggle away.

His breathing pattern changed, huffing deep, too fast. My insides were fully shredded, hot and burning around him. I thought vaguely that I had actually split in two merely from his size. Those evil hands moved me faster, bouncing my body up and down the length until Gray-Hair let out a nasty snarl and his body tensed with a strangled hiss. He swelled, and I was slammed as far down as I could go with my own cry - - he hit my cervix and came, hard. I could feel each pulse of seed coating the inside of my belly. I couldn’t stop staring in horror.

Those mandibles fell slack, dark sockets closing to mere slits of eyes. The monster behind me released me and I fell gracelessly forwards onto a heaving chest. Quills stuck at my skin. The bastard stomped around the camp as the alien I straddled did nothing except breathe, deep and slow, calming my scarred mentality; even his now soft cock brought me pain.

I finally fell quiet, unable to cry anymore. The muscles beneath me rippled and rolled to the side. I slipped free, panting brokenly for long moments. I was aware that I was still laying next to the giant alien, but hadn’t strength to move. The rough skin felt hot on my arm, but my body was hotter. My mind whirled, my eyelids dropped. Had Gray-Hair been human, his expression might have been much the same.

His mandibles clacked together and the slatted gold eyes slid towards me. I couldn’t meet the gaze.

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I was delirious with fever. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, and when the Devil grabbed my hair again, dragging me back to Taylor, I was pleasantly immune to his rough touch. He didn’t bother tying me again - - he didn’t think I’d survive either.

But my luck was too good. It would have been easier to die.

Taylor stared down at me, red-skinned flesh and empty sockets and grinning teeth. In my mind, he still had the blue eyes and dark stubble. “You’re a bitch too, Taylor,” I vaguely remember mumbling at the corpse, as if it could talk back, “friggin’ cowboy.” Mental illness had high probability.

Back on the ship, the AC had broke before, leaving Betsy-Daisy in a state of utter heat. I thought I was there, and the low rumbles (the reactor, I thought distantly) didn’t help. Because Taylor was there, grinning at me, everything was alright.

“The- the AC needs to be fixed,” I managed to croak out, before a deafening BOOM rent the air in two. There was an explosion of water moments later, heavy and wet. It felt good on my skin, and that’s all that mattered. A flash of lightning cut the sky, barely visible through the thick canopy. I opened my parched mouth and let the rain in.

My blurry vision focused on the monster standing nearby. The gold decorative mask looked skywards and his suit crackled blue against the rain. He tapped at his wrist console, once, twice, snarled and walked out of my line of sight. Another flash of lightning split the air and I closed my eyes. There was the sound of engines, not human engines though. The roar faded into the thunder.

“Company installed tons of new equipment on her, didn’t they, Taylor?” my throat felt better, now that it was wet. “But no matter who we update from, the AC remains broke.”

Capitan Mason hated that too. On bad days, he’d spend his entire time in the mess-hall pantry, soaking in the cold while his employee’s went around their miserable shifts. He was fortunate that there wasn’t much need of a Captain on a junk-skiff’s bridge. His face always seemed dopey, and his dark skin always had a sheen of fine sweat, but he had amazing street smarts. He was liable for getting twice the payoff for all junk we towed, and his hookers for half price. Not that half price hookers do a better job.

My mumbles faded away into another roar of thunder. Beneath that, there was a low hum that I could not place in my dazed senses. It wasn’t a calming sound to me, deep and bass purrs that came from Gray-Hair. The kind of sound you’d make to a dying animal - - the animal being me. In the heat, his chest barely rose and fell, but the sound came forth all the same.

“I wanted to kill him,” the words just came out, causing Gray-Hair to fall silent. When I said no more he started again. I didn’t doubt he wanted that bastard dead as well, but I doubted severely that he could understand me. I was dead either way.

Gray-Hair pulled his bonds, gold eyes glowing through the heady mist. It came back to me how unfair it was for the both of us to be destined to this fate, and if it were true, and I were to die, then this creature at least deserved his own chance. I pulled myself across the camp, over bone and carcass. Before my brain could comprehend that this could very well earn my death, my fingers were fumbling against the steel cords binding his wrists.

The purrs fell eerily silent into the pitter-patter of water against his hide, against the mud that I kneeled in. I didn’t care to think that he would finish what he had started when he first appeared, that he may repeat earlier events. All I knew was he had the better chance to kill that bastard, and I’d be happy either way.

My heart pounded in my ears and my blood rushed against my brain. It took every effort to stay awake. “If I’m going to die, then you shouldn’t,” I reasoned to the beast. “Someone has to kill that motherfucker.”

With that, the knot was undone.

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Translations:

A’suh’ssi’asas: arbitrator.
Ki’dte: enough.
Lou-de Kalei: child bearer.
Dtai’pyode amedha pauk-de: “the soft-meat fucker.”
Soft-meat/Pyode amedha: humans.
S’yuit-de: coward, low and demeaning description.
Ve’nde Thwei: bad-blood.

And y'all thought it was going to be a happy first meeting between Gwyn and the Yautja-romantic-interest! Bwahahaha. No. Y'all think I'm nice to Gwyn? No sir. I'm going to beat her up a few times. I think I'm the only one to have two induviduals raping eachother like this. Fortunately, this should be the last "rape" chapter - - unless I change my mind in the near future. Well, there wasn't much point to this one other than meeting Gray-Hair and some kinky forced sex. If you have any nickname suggestions for the Bad-Blood, please lay them on, I don't know what to call him -_-'. I like reviews~! *Hint, hint* They encourage me to continue writing :)

I finally bought the Predator comics. I is reading them. They is good. Halarious and good.

AntiDolorifico: I'm afraid my time-travelling machine is out of order, I'm sorries! Hopefully the "nasties" in this chapter made up for it, lol XD

cricket: I was afraid I'd get banned if I posted the "uptoned" version on FF.net. I would probably ban me then too, so, oh well. Lol, I'm not sure I can even tone down this chapter. XD I may have Gray-Hair's perspective in the next chapter, it's just a matter of trying to work around the fact this story is in first-person. 'Suppose I could jump into third and back though. Hope you like the new chapter!

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