The Dove Bounty

Round 4: Orders

A/N: Alright, I'm trying this chapter out before its been edited. So yeah it's not edited. Any kinda feedback would be awesome! :D

Warning: Strong language/ Strong s****l content/ Noncon/ Graphic content... the following may not be for everyone so please take this warning seriously.

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"A month was a horrible assumption." I sighed as I gave the bounty list a second look. Hours had passed since I'd ran from the confused feline and I knew I'd have to talk to Strauss sooner or later. I'd have to lay all my cards out on the table and see which ones matched and which ones we needed to compromise on. I felt like I'd made the situation worse between Strauss and I. With the nature of our relationship changing. I almost felt lost and my plan of laying the cards out could backfire in a second.

An incoming message from the Captain rang out on my screen as I navigated an info run through the stars and interrupted my thoughts.

Dover,

Caught Grita Sobs takin' a swig at the Bomber Bar. You n' Strauss do a sweep of the ship together, caught wind another bounty's on the run here, might be looking for a free ride.

Captain.

"Well that was quick." We wouldn't have to port them around and it would move the list along quickly. I sighed at the thought of having to be near the feline once again. I feared that jump over the cliff, dreaded handing myself over to him completely. "Uuuugh, why do I have to be so…" I wasn't even sure how to put it into words, but it was a fear deep down in my gut. I sat back in my chair and looked up at the bare plated ceiling; I had to do a sweep of the ship. I was sure no one had come aboard and looking at the scanners, the sensors on the ship confirmed my assumption. So I voted against needing to tell Strauss about anything.

I spun around in my chair and started my sweep through the corridors scanning the open rooms on the bridge. To the left was the Captain's office and to the right a large open arch parting into two separate rooms. The small room to the left of the arch had a small table, chairs and fridge, including another door to the lavatory. To the right a similar small room with a cot and a slim desk and chair.

Going down to the second floor I trailed along the hallway through the training room, medical station, a couple of offices and few other specialized rooms to confirm they were clear. The floor below had more of the training room and the imprinted living quarters… my mind waved back to last night, how on earth did Strauss get in? No one but me should be able to open that door from the outside and the Captain of course. I gave a look down the hallway everything was as it was before. I didn't want to go back there just yet… so I continued my sweep, turning from the living quarters hallway to the far stairs in the corner of the training area.

I descended further down and worked my way to the other end where the cafeteria was, my eyes locking onto the empty bowl that sat abandoned on table. I felt a surprising gush of joy run through my body, almost like a relief to get away from the rooms above. I danced my way over to the bowl and scooped it up, making my way into the kitchen. Using the large sink to wash the bowl clean and placed the scrubbed down dish to dry. Suddenly a small clatter rang in the darkness of the long kitchen. It caught me off guard and set my heart to race.

"Hello? Noosa?" My hands dripped with the leftover water as I tried to focus my eyes into the deep shadows. I couldn't make out anything in the deep mess of shadows and took a tentative step forward.

CRASH

I received a loud metallic clatter in response that made me heart jump into my throat, jumping back and stumbling. My legs tangled and I fell hard on my rear. I scrambled back as far as I could make it, my heart thundering in my chest. "STRAUSS?!" I prayed that it was him just trying to play some silly game, trick, something. No response, the deep shadow from the floors corner caught my eye as it rose up from the darkness.

"Strauss I-if this is you playing some f*****g trick. It sh-sure as f**k isn't funny!" Panic was squeezing in my chest, Dover, you've been trained for these kinds of situations. I tried to reassure myself and refocused, picking myself up from the floor. The shadow had stopped growing and stood much taller than me… almost twice my size. I'd just have to use his weight against him… I could hear the doubt in my own thoughts as my eyes flicked from the wall of magnetic strips that held the sharpened knives and back to the now still monster. A few feet back I could make a run for it and few feet to the side, I could grab the knife and defend myself. He hadn't made a move, but the electric flicks of a sinister aura had my gut screaming for defense.

I went for the knife, pulling it from the magnets and reeling it back as quick as I could. The giant shadow had only taken a few steps to make it to me, a hand already out to stop the blade and his other engulfed my head slamming it into the metal counter in front of me. He pulled my arm back making me cry out in pain. I let the knife go, hearing the metallic clatter as it hit the floor. The man's large body leaned over me as he spoke into my ear...

"Hi there little princess. You… you're just my type..." His breath smelled of rotted Norla's meat cooked under the D-17 Sun. I let out a panicked squeak as he pushed his already raging hard-on into my bent over ass. The fear contorted in my stomach and shot out, rippling through the rest of my body.

"You know what I like about the skinny little ones like you? They squirm... they fight... and they cry. You tiny lil' one's do a great job of making a mess of yourselves. Heh heh heh… beautiful to f**k and rip apart." His long tipped tongue gave a slick wet lick along my ear, it made my stomach turn in disgust. I wanted fight and squirm, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction… I did the only thing I could think of in this position, I screamed.

"SSSTRRAAAAAAUUUUU-" My yell was cut off with a straight blow to the front of my face. I saw stars and a high pitched ringing wailed in my ears, my face tingled. I didn't know I was bleeding until I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood. The rattle to my brain made it impossible to be able to take control of myself. I knew this because when he let my head go I slumped to the ground. It was like I was drunk and my body reacted in a delayed slur to what I wanted it to do.

"Yeah, that's right baby." The man moved me like a rag doll, flipping me onto my stomach. "Did I hit you just right?" His voice sent a shiver of disgust waving down through my body and back up again to salivate in my mouth. I started to pull at the floor and inch my way forward as best I could. "Aha, see. Never stop fighting you little ones. Hahaha" He was deeply evil, disturbed. I was going to be raped, maybe even killed.

Tears started to prick behind my eyes as the man grabbed onto my hips, pulling me back and pushing my knees under so my ass was shoved up against his groin again. It made my stomach spin in revulsion, my mind pleaded out for Strauss. Just because I didn't want confrontation with the feline I had gotten myself in this situation. I should've just followed the Captain's orders as given, the simplest and first rule on the ship. Follow the Captain's orders.

My mind was slowly regaining control over my body again. I tried to steady myself on my hands and knees, getting ready for a possible mule kick to the fucker. The greedy man was as strong as he was large, tearing my shirt from my body. It was so easy for him to overtake my smaller frame and by simply pushing one of his giant hands between my shoulder blades. I found myself shoved back to the ground. I felt sickened when the cool metal floor flushed against my skin, and now, a heat grew on my back from the man's palm. Something wiggled and crept out, spreading out over my flesh.

"Oh come now little thing, let's make it a night to remember." His words rolled through my body in a rumbling wave of nausea. The creeps hand rose from the spot on my back, but the wiggling grew and spread over my shoulder blades with a wet pool of slime gathering where they emerged

from. With my head turned to the side I could see what was slithering around my shoulder, a swelled tip of a tentacle crept into view. I started to panic, just what he wanted, "Haha, yeah. That's what I want to see."

The words reinforced my body setting to a primal instinct. I fought, struggled and tried to grab onto anything of his to rip apart. I couldn't tell how many of his tentacles actually ran from his skin bag, I couldn't fight his strength either. It almost felt like I was losing power. I couldn't lift my body from the ground and an urge to scream regurgitated out of my mouth again and I let it go, yelling as loud as I could hoping Strauss caught my call this time.

In reaction he wrapped one of the slimy, bumpy tentacle around my neck pulling me up and back, "Yeah open wide for me baby." I snapped my mouth shut too late, he had pushed a oily tasting appendage through my tightening jaw. It made my stomach constrict in a twisted disturbance, I was vomiting, but it didn't stop him from shoving another flexible limb into my mouth keeping it open. My stomach's content spewed from around the intruding tentacles and out through my nostrils, burning along the way. "Look at that, making a mess. I think it's quite… lovely..." He gave a throaty laugh.

I could hear sounds of more gushing tentacles echoing in the kitchen. I couldn't see from where they came, but the sensation of slick, bubbled flesh crept along my exposed was strong, locking my body in place with - what felt like - a hundred appendages curling around my arms, legs and chest. My mind spun in a sick daze. I couldn't move on my own, my muscles strained against the binding arms. I felt like a puppet on strings. The scent of vomit was over taking my senses and made me want to continue to spew my innards out. I could feel the squirming limbs from the creature slither up my inner thigh and around to my groin.

I tried to bite down on the tentacles in protest from the unwanted contact, but they wedged themselves deeper making it impossible to close my jaw. The warm sensation of tears rolled down my cheeks to meet the streaming mess of snot, blood and remaining vomit. I was losing hope for the chance of escape… it felt like the universe paused in that moment. Thinking, if I get out alive I won't live in fear anymore, any kind of fear. That moment of declaration was cut down and silenced with the sound of my attackers voice.

"Aww, come on baby. You don't like it rough?" His appendages started to push and pull at me and I didn't want to make it easy for him. I got an annoyed grunt from the creature. "You're a little stronger than I thought, huh? Gonna make me go all out, hey princess?" I could hear a sickening squelching noise as another wet pool of slime burst down from the man in a heated splash drenching my exposed flesh and soaking through my pants.

I felt engulfed in slick swollen tentacles as they took over my body. I was slowly losing my mind, feeling the mass of bumpy flesh, wiggling over every inch of my skin. My pants tore open as the squirming mess of limbs slithered down my legs and my jeans along with them. It was wave after wave of revolting pain going through my body with a heavy ball of fear sitting in the core of my stomach. I didn't want to live through this defilement, this humiliation…

"Ooh, you're a f*****g Moriae!" His voice was overly thrilled as he got a good look at my exposed ass. I could feel his limbs vibrate with a sick thrill all over my body. "Where are your buttons, huh? I heard your race has these spots on your body…" Another wave of disgust ran through me, why did he know so much about my race? I started to choke on a wiggling tentacle slipping further to the back of my mouth in excitement. "They make you guys mad with lust or something good like that... " I choked out a cough as he removed a single intruding appendage and I was able to gasp out, taking a few large gulps of air. I could feel the oily slime coating my throat, sliding down to fill my stomach.

"f**k, I'm going to fill you up little thing. Get you good n' loose… then I'm going to find your sweet spots… get you right mad… I've never kept any pets before… but… you might just change my mind, Moriae." He started to rock a large mass of slithering parts between my now exposed lower half, my body was starting to betray me as I felt twinges of disgusting pleasure bringing my d**k to life. I couldn't control the stream of tears running from my eyes and they mixed with the slimy mess leaking from my nose, the thick jumble of limbs below was making their way up my body.

I let out another scream through the air hole he had allowed, the tentacles in my mouth moved to sit in between my teeth. They felt like thick rubber against my every attempt to closing my jowls, I wasn't going to be able to bite through them. I wondered if the knife would've had any effect on him. Trying to move my muscles now, I hadn't realized how slack my own body had gone. Most of it was starting to go numb with the strength of his appendages wrapping tightly around my own.

I could see it now, right in front of me, one of who knows how many... staring me down with its one eye. His bulging erect p***s was moving like a snake and its black veins pulsed under a thin layer of green skin. I was swirling in a whirlpool of fear, hate, anger and disgust. I was crying openly, letting it all wash over me, sobbing through my open mouth. This is f****d up, worse than any nightmares I'd ever had. My mind cried for Strauss.

The thick tentacle d**k moved out of sight and like a snake the rest of it followed through. The veiny flesh turned into darker honeycombed raised skin, just like the other appendages that held me down. I was choking now, my body trying to reject the intrusion of the wiggling d**k being forced through my windpipe.

"Once I fill you up, you're gonna beg me never to stop… I think I need to come up with a pet name for you, huh?" He was all amused in a pleasure filled voice, I begged silently as my esophagus stretched and was closed off from oxygen. Strauss... I needed Strauss. He had to save me, to be my white knight and erase this nightmare from my mind and body. I was craving for the warmth and comfort, to go back to that brief moment I woke up next to Strauss for the first time. I should've stayed with him, should've embraced the love he had bottled for me this whole time.

"You f*****g piece of s**t. I'm never going to stop!" I could hear him, Strauss and his rage ridden voice booming in the large kitchen... I must've been a goner. I was imagining such a miracle into reality, fooling myself in a ghost rescue. I could hear gurgles and slices, like I was willing the deep gashes into the monster's flesh, tearing him apart. It was probably just him shedding his skin fully.

I wanted every part of that things to be chopped to bits, I could imagine every cut as I listened to the sounds filling the kitchen. I never thought my imagination could be so strong and vivid. For some reason the creature chose to let my body fall and my face hit the floor. My body tingled as the blood rushed back to all my limbs, every attempt at movement sent stinging pain through the un-circulated parts and it all seemed unreal.

I fought through the sensation tingling through my body and grabbed hold of the now loose limbs hanging from my mouth, it was painful pulling out the mass of tentacles that wedged my jaw open and stretched my esophagus. I was finally able to close my mouth from being pried apart for so long and it hurt like I'd been punched repeatedly. I hadn't even thought as to why the monster would release me so soon, I was quite sure he had much more planned than that little fondle. The thought sent a wave of nauseous goosebumps prickling through my body. Either way, I was free for the moment.

I was still sobbing, the tears didn't stopped as I continued pulling at the long limp limbs still entangled with my body. I could feel tugging at my leg, it made me flip in panic and terror, the monster was going to attack again. I was trying to scramble as far away as I could get, but I was met with orange eyes and a firm grip held me in place to watch the orbs as they brought me back to reality. It was Strauss, I hadn't imagined a thing… before I had realized it I was wrapped in those strong arms that felt like a coat of safety. I inhaled his scent, something I hadn't thought would be so calming and comforting.

My body vibrated with the remaining fear and cold. I sobbed, hiccuping and snotty… but Strauss… he kept holding me. He held me tight in his arms like he'd never let me go again and I ate every moment of this time up, devouring it in my mind.

I looked down over Strauss's shoulder and was able to see everything, every part of the monster had been chopped to bits it was a mass of black and orange chunky bits with green ribbons of skin scattered throughout. There wasn't a defining feature left of the tentacled creature, it made me cling tighter to my savior.

Strauss pulled me from him and I fought to close the gap he had made, "W-what are you doing S-Strauss?" I screeched at him with panic. He wasn't letting me get the comfort I so craved and he grabbed my chin in a firm grip. Forcing me to lock eyes with him, they held me steady in the overwhelming situation.

"I need you to take a good long look at him now Dove. I want you to remember this moment." His words didn't quite sink in, but he kept his voice low and even. "You need to remember him as he is now, okay?" I had no clue why this picture would do me any good. Strauss stood, pulling me along with him, his hands placed firmly on my shoulders when I stood. I shuddered naked in the cold and the slime was cooling on my skin.

I focused my eyes on the pile and the only part of the monster that was left whole, were the limbs that had been wrapped around me. It made me cringe remembering the sensation that they'd placed on my skin, touching intimate parts of me. The tears fell as I wrapped my arms around my naked self. No matter how hard I tried to be strong, I couldn't. I was weak.

Strauss had cut him to bits with the heat blade he dropped beside the mess, it still pulsed a light orange glow. If he hadn't come, I'd be… I can't even think about it. I wouldn't wish this kind of thing even on my worst enemy. To feel so powerless and bare, he could've taken something far more intimate… the urge to chop him down even further griped me deep inside my soul. I could still feel those bumpy, slimy, gross slithering tentacles on my body. Worming around, destroying my pride. My eyes stung as the rain of tears continued. I shook and felt like crumbling to my knees, but I had a surge of anger burst from me.

In the next instance I found the light blade in my hand and I continued the slaying of the monster. Strauss did nothing to stop me until I could hear the metal break as the blade melted open the floor below the beast.

His strong arms wrapped around mine, but not before taking the blade and turning it off. The light disappeared and with it, my rage to continue the lost fight. I wanted to sink back down to the ground, but Strauss didn't allow it, he held me steady on my two quivering legs.

"Dove... It's going to be okay. Alright?" His voice was soothing to listen to, but I wasn't sure how much faith I had in the words though. My body continued to shake in the cold air of the open silent kitchen as I sobbed into Strauss for an unknown amount of time.

"Come on, my room is closer." Strauss guided me out of the kitchen, I felt in a daze. "Do you want me to carry you Dove?"

I looked up at him, my eyes felt puffy from the amount of crying I'd just finished with. It had been a few minutes of us just standing there Strauss holding me close as I sobbed into him. My body was weak and I honestly didn't feel like making the journey with my own two legs, but I broke eye contact with the feline and shook my head no. I didn't want to keep being weak anymore, I needed to push through the pain.

I gasped in surprise when I was scooped up princess style, Strauss held me in a warm embrace. "I know you might want to put distance between yourself and others for a while, but I'm not going to let you slip away from me. I will be forever invading your life." He of course sealed the declaration with a warm soft kiss, it made me break into tears once more.

I had nothing to say in response to his words as I sobbed, he didn't seem to mind. Strauss somehow always knew when I needed a push and when it was okay to let me be.

I couldn't help but be grateful for the tom's intoxicating effect on me. It tore my mind from the fear gripping ordeal I had just been in and I nuzzled my face into Strauss's chest. Getting lost in his scent, drifting into another exhausted sleep… I'd been sleeping a lot lately…