Bay's Mercenary [Unearthly World Book 1] (2 page)

Chapter 2

When Bay opened
her eyes, her first instinct was to curl into the powerful warm arms
surrounding her to escape the sudden cold. Until she realized it was the
monster holding her. She screamed and beat at the massive creature, wailing and
thrashing as the water in the tub—container-thing—sloshed everywhere. The alien
was quick to grab an arm, a leg; he repeatedly plunked her onto her ass, almost
leaning over her to keep her in the water.

The monster was holding
her, pinning her arms to her chest, grunting a series of frightening sounds, no
doubt demanding she obey. Well, Bay wouldn’t. Her experience of being kidnapped
from the planet
Ulsy
had gone from bad to worse. The
new world was supposed to be the humans’ salvation as Earth died. When Bay had
arrived on the new planet, she had been privy to two species warring—
Castians
and
Tonans
. Neither of
the creatures looked approachable, and Bay had made a run for it. She hadn’t
gotten far. The renegade
Tonan
who captured her in a
raid after the
Castian
warriors had taken over the
planet, had gone rogue.

Once aboard the
shiny, small gray vessel, the powerful warrior had beaten her into admitting
the
Castians
had no idea she had even been on the
planet. Like many other women, Bay found the strange beings scary and had
hidden in a cave. The
Tonan
had been smug, thinking
he had pulled a fast one on the
Castians
, but when he
realized the
Castians
weren’t fuming from his great
success, and no one in the galaxy would give him aid or any payment for her, he
grew increasingly angry.

News of the human
females had spread through much of the quadrant and no one wanted to take on
Castian
warriors who were virtually indestructible. Even
when the
Tonan
declared Bay his, they had no reason
to believe him—as his kind were known for their devious nature. When the
Tonan
realized he was stuck with her, he was furious. The
warrior had heard of
Tonans
being rendered harmless
from a human female’s emotional waterfall. The
Tonan
had wanted no part of her—she was useless. Bay was certain he was going to kill
her. The
Tonan
had taken her far into the deepest
reaches of the galaxy. The planet they landed on had what she could only
describe as a market.

Starving and
beaten, after a week with the merciless
Tonan
, Bay
had been tossed into a steel box. For hours, she had roasted in the hot sun as
creatures—creepy, disgusting and spooky—had walked by shaking their heads as
the
Tonan
tried to trade her for something. There
were no takers. Bay couldn’t blame anyone—anything. She was a sorry mess; she
smelled horrible. She could hardly walk or talk. Her tender flesh was adorned
with hideous, painful bruises.

When the powerful
monster-type creature had approached her confines, Bay had screamed, adding more
damage to her already tortured throat. The alien was massive, larger than her
captor
which
was terrifying; the deeply tanned skin on
his face and neck looked like leather or reptilian flesh. His long white hair
moved as though alive. His shining red eyes glowed against the backdrop of his
one long white eyebrow that stretched across his high forehead and down the
sides of his face and neck to his shoulders. He wore no shirt—he didn’t need
to. Thick, pure white fur covered his broad chest like an unusually hairy man.

There was no fur
covering on his wrinkled, oval-shaped middle that stretched from mid-chest to
just above the belt line. Bay had never seen such a large expanse of chest. His
arms bulged like tree trunks, and white fur went straight down the underside of
his arms in a strip, to form furry white three-inch wide bands around his
wrists. Four separate, horizontal strips of white fur stretched across his
forearms, leaving the rest of his bulging muscles bare.

Shiny, black,
hip-hugging pants went straight down and were tucked into huge oval, black
boot-like footwear. The dust on the ground exploded under his powerful feet as
he took each step closer—closer. Bay thought she would die. She had thought the
Tonan’s
outer shield made him look hideous with his
gray armor, white fangs and long gray tail. This creature was like nothing she
had ever seen.

The creature spoke
and Bay could see large teeth—each with a space between them, he said something
to the
Tonan
; the
Tonan
shrugged and the creature turned to walk away as Bay looked way up into its
soulless red eyes. The
Tonan
growled, capturing her
attention; he shouted and he reached to yank Bay from the enclosure. She
screamed as he made a fist and raised it into the air, realizing he was finally
going to kill her. The creature stopped, turned and yelled something, stilling
the
Tonan
from striking a deadly blow.

The creature
returned and with obvious reluctance handed the
Tonan
something silvery; the
Tonan
stalked away leaving Bay
in the dirt trying to crawl back into the safety of her enclosure. The creature
strode over to her; it was more than Bay could take. Weak from hunger and
thirst, she succumbed to merciful oblivion when he picked her up.

Now, the same
creature had her in frigid water with a massive handful of a slippery black
substance. He was trying to rub the foam over her and into her hair while she
screamed until she was hoarse, and beat at him until she stilled. The waves she
had made began to settle; the water came up to just above her belly button. The
steel-banded arms that held her were firm but not punishing. Bay realized he
wasn’t trying to drown her. Sanity took hold and she collapsed into his arms.
He wasn’t hurting her. His strong hands were wide and huge, his fingers thick.
His deep voice grew calmer as she remained motionless.

Alien hands soaped
her breasts the same way they had soaped her arms; there was nothing sexual in
the touch. The water had soaked him, drenching his clothing, fur and everything
else in the small room; Bay could make out the contours of his huge sex, but he
didn’t look aroused. Bay sat shivering while he washed her matted clump of
hair. She cried out a few times when he became too rough and his hands gentled.
The entire time, he made crooning noises in the back of his throat.

The creature took
his time, making certain every inch of her was devoid of dirt. She struggled a
bit when he washed the folds between her legs, but he took extra care to be gentle.
At last, he scooped Bay up and took her to another room. She was placed onto a
square mat on the floor instead of a large comfortable-looking piece of
furniture. He motioned with his hands splayed she was to stay put, and left for
only a moment, returning with a towel to dry her off. When she was reasonably
dry, he left her again and returned with a warm blanket she cuddled into.

Bay looked up at
him warily. He was looking down at his sodden clothing and dripping chest; he
then waved a finger, muttering what had to be scolding words as though she were
a naughty child—or a bad puppy. Bay sat with her mouth open when the hulking
beast went to a wall that opened a set of drawers like the one he had washed
her in. The drawer contained another pair of black pants and black boots. Her
eyes widened further as he stripped before her as though she didn’t exist.

The same white
hair covered most of his legs on the sides and back, leaving the front bare and
the sheer muscle mass of his impressive thighs exposed. His feet had
a much
finer fuzz covering them, but they looked like very large
human feet, five toes—granted every ounce of him was solid and big. His broad
back had hard, tanned skin with wrinkles every few inches or so. It didn’t look
out of place; it looked more like odd, bulging muscles. For the most part, his
ass was smooth, tanned skin that looked hard, but there was a fine layer of
white fur that stretched from between his ass cheeks to his front. The white
fur also went from his underarms in two patches down his sides in separate
strips. When he turned, Bay could see a generous amount of white fur surrounding
his huge stallion-sized balls and massive tan-colored, thick, hairless cock.
Bay looked away, shuddering.

The
Tonan
hadn’t been interested in her sexually, what if this
creature was? Why else would he buy her? The beast was so big he’d hurt her if
he forced her. From the shape of his cock, Bay knew they were compatible, but
he had the largest dick she had ever seen. She was distracted from her thoughts
when she saw the creature, now dressed, riffle through another drawer; he
pulled out two brushes, looked at her and decided on the brush that looked like
it had seen better days. He yanked out a wad of white furry hair from the
sharp-looking bristles which he tossed in a rounded silver can and approached
her.

When the being sat
near
her, Bay snatched the brush away from him and
threw it across the room.
When he raised his hand, as though
to strike her, she ducked and hid under the blanket.
When nothing
happened, she hazarded a glimpse and peeked out from under the blanket. The
creature was before her and was again holding the brush. Bay knew this wouldn’t
end well if she kept fighting him. Her hand tentatively reached for the brush;
his look was skeptical—puzzled—annoyed. For a moment, he tapped the wooden
handle against his thigh as though thinking. Finally, he allowed her to take
it; his narrowed gaze was stern. This time, she ran the rough edges over her
tousled hair. The creature seemed surprised and then relieved. Bay wondered why
the alien hadn’t made any effort to tell her his name.

Bay stopped what
she was doing after her long hair was free from the horrible mat it had once
gnarled into and pointed at her chest.
“Bay.”
The word
came out as a squeak; the
Tonan
had gripped her
throat so often and squeezed so hard she was no doubt badly bruised. With all
of her screaming, she could hardly mutter the one word.

The creature
cocked his head and Bay repeated her name, only slowly. Her sore throat was
raw, her word raspy. The creature rose and went into the room where he had washed
her, he returned with water. Bay took the steel bowl in her hands after handing
him back his brush. She gulped the cold water thirstily, wincing as it went
down and wished he would give her food—except she wondered if the big black
beetles were considered food. The idea was nerve wracking and nauseating; she
shuddered.

Once more, Bay
tried to get him to acknowledge her name. When her hand lifted to point at her
chest, he took hold of her and studied the deep bruising. He frowned and,
looking resolved, he picked her up and strode from the room, down the hall. The
hall was alight with blue lights glowing every few feet against the black shiny
walls. Bay could hear the humming of engines. The ceiling was high, no doubt to
accommodate the creature’s large size. A few portal windows showed a massive
span of darkness beyond. They passed more creatures that were even bigger than
the one holding her. Some stared at her curiously, others shook their heads.

When they came to
a deeply polished black door, the creature pushed a red button and the door
slid open. Glancing around at all the silver machinery, Bay immediately determined
it was some kind of laboratory and she was about to have every orifice probed.
She wiggled and kicked, but the creature held her easily. Bay was plopped onto
a table, her blanket taken, and she watched, horrified, as another creature
came over to look at her; he seemed none too happy. An angry alien was even
more frightening. The two creatures became engaged in a battle of words. Bay
understood nothing; she shrank into a ball as best as she could with her knees
drawn up.

With a deep growl,
the larger being tossed his hands in the air and approached her. Bay shied
back, whimpering, wondering what foul thing he was about to do to her already
tortured flesh. The creature stood before her and seemed to notice she was
scared shitless; he said a gentle word and ran his large hand down her hair
first, his fingers lingered near her nose and Bay wondered if it was the
creature’s nature to allow beings to sniff it. He then cupped her quaking jaw between
his hands. He stared deeply into her eyes while his fingers gently roamed
around her jaw and throat. He frowned as she tried to speak to him. The pads of
his thumbs stroked her bruising and she winced in agony, she was unable to stop
a whimper when he touched the same spot again only more gently.

The creature ran a
hand over her shoulder, he firmly pushed her legs down so they dangled from the
bed and she stiffened when he reached to examine her breasts. His look was
curious and he laid her down to feel her belly. Bay wondered if he was some
type of doctor. He seemed to know what he was doing. The creature said a few
words to Bay’s captor and shook his head in a negative way. For some reason,
the two males seemed amazed she had breasts. Bay wondered if their females did,
and if not, what did their offspring
eat?
Again, the
foul beetles came to mind and she shivered.