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Stranger in a Strange Land

This rare and momentous occasion couldn't be passed. To release his primal instincts was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Aeli have always been cold, calculating and cruel in their business. There were many trades and careers in their society and now, his was of a beast tamer as those of his clan. A gentle wave and the wraith-like clothes receded into his joints and spine. Even, ground and equal elements made for a better spectacle. Lanky though he was, his kind were bioengineered during gestation to be the most efficient corporeal beings amongst all the humanoid races.

Stark naked, the male's glowing fingernails and toes left a streak of light as he burst into a full on sprint. It was not uncommon for gladiatorial battles to spur up the entertainees from time to time. The bigger the spectacle, the more there was to gain.

Unlike the elder races which had become brittle, and physically weak in the eons of time, there was an ancient adoration for the physical form in his culture. Marbled statues, a vast galactic network that idolised the best of their celestial beauty. An envy throughout the stars and feared by many, the Aeli were regarded as supreme. The male breathed silently, pointed ears twitched with a cunning animalistic subtlety in their search for any sounds of the earthling.

An artificial forest made molecule by molecule to resemble the human's natural habitat. He crouched on all fours into a pantheric crawl, sniffing the air and took in her scent. A pale ghost of an almost flowing form, the Alien reached the artificial wall and traced his fingertips over the smudges of obvious contact and collision. It was then he noticed, warm to the touch, blood soaked by his own feet. It was red… with high oxygen content which only meant-

Breathing.

Ever so softly and purposely hushed, the dotted speckled trail of crimson his senses found told him all he needed to know. The male became enraged as his eyes turned to the trees. Subtle, but an all telling demise, he sprung from the ground and rushed up the trunk into the inner limbs of the single tree. As he climbed, he made no attempt to hide his oncoming rush up the trunk.

Blood dripped into his pale skin, she was there, curled and unbalanced.. bleeding. He appeared before the woman and grasped the soles of her feet tightly. Red life-giving blood was a trait of those few heavenly species who transcended above the rest. But this.. lesser and inferior being possessing such blood.

How insulting.

His eyes only concerned over her wounds as there was now a new and more grave predicament.

Earthers were an elder race.

But how? Such a young species.. it was, unheard of.

Golden orbs only displayed furry and sickness, if the crowd were to witness..

No, they demanded a grand show of submission yet now there could be no more entertainment. He spoke, "must clean." As his hands wiped away her wounded feet.

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A numb pleasure came to him.

Unexpected and beyond the class of demeanor that one of his species should carry. What was this new sensation that coursed through his being? Ecstasy. The male had to contain the rapture of that awoke to free itself from within. Still facing the direction in which the woman's hand had left him in, the loud outcries of the excited onlookers swarmed into the massive room.

His clan since eons of old, were bounty claimers, trophy hunters and renown tamers. For a race superior such as his, taboo laws prevented him from behaving like the prey he now sought. It was ironic, only in his position could he be allowed certain social 'behaviors' normally beneath the expected standard. Like his father before him, had tamed the wildest beasts from the most dangerous and remote corners of the galaxy, he was now to pacify and dominate a human.

These barbaric races were known for their indomitable prowess and now this female had to prove it. Like a massive coliseum cheering for blood, he was now expected to force the lesser being into submission.

The male Aeli fixed his clothes and began to pace the trail into a sprint. His motion was like an eel flowing through water, his fingers and mouth crackled like snapping arcs electrifying the surrounding air. The garden the earthling was allowed was big, but she could not hide forever.

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What does an animal need with clothes?

She now stood before him as though they were equals. Begging. His face returned to a stoic expression. The male gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes of golden hue locked on to hers. Silence.

There was much information shared between the two beings in that moment. She, waiting for a response, and He, ready to answer. The contact was subtle, his skin on hers felt as though she was one of his own, so similar and yet.. No, there were no similarities. The female was just a simple lifeform incapable of the simplest commands he'd given. How naive he had been, against his better judgment he failed to realize the incompetence of the earthling. Her exposed nudity didn't even register, from his perspective there was an ocean of a difference in their shared likeness.

Humanoidal bodies were common in the galaxy, hers was nothing special. The Aeli as a race were considered gods among the lesser beings. There was a mental barrier however. No matter how close the puny species resembled his own, they did not merit the same level of respect. There were simple animals that had somehow learned to build mud huts and invent a rudimentary speech. His fingers traced her bare shoulders softly and took their time sliding down to lay upon her waist. He pulled her close and smiled.

A loud crack escaped his lips as he parted them, lightening danced inside his mouth as his palms emanated a shock through her body. He held on to her by her sides as he administered a disciplinary jolt. His eyes said it all, He was a tamer by trade and she just another prize. The crowd cheered in alien jeers and jubilence. They exalted the torture that was and even more the pain to come.

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Sniveling creature.

The droid beings sliped back into the living halls and disappeared into darkness. Yet, glowing eyes pierced from within. Metal men, forever there in the shadows, always observing. Liquid burst from its face, but unlike the others, not crimson. It was too soon for it to expire, usually they lasted a few weeks before succumbing to their limit.

"Such frailty," the male waved his hand once more and the new suit dawned on her body receded into tattoo marks of rigid black texture that only covered her elbows, knees and spine. She was left nude except her collar. Just like his ancient predecessors, humans were found bare in a young earth, and so it was part of the natural habitat. Artificially grown trees with fruit were provided for her sustenance. From high on up in the sky a floral slit slowly opened like a giant Arum Lily. It blossomed into an organic opening slightly distorting the thin, sheet like material that projected an endless blue sky.

The paradise was just an illusion.

From the hole high up a multitude of shadows of inhuman shapes and sizes gawked and spoke in tongues unknown at the female.

"Stand."

He commanded, the now 'tamer' of the earthen female intended for her to perform theatrics before the galactic crowd.

Seconds became eternal, the masses quieted their rowdy noise as the woman remained in her quiet sob. Insolent..

"Stand!" The male bore his canine teeth with a scowl. To make his race inpatient was very unwise as she would soon learn. His right knuckles cracked and visible electric arcs jumped like tiny worms between the ends of his fingertips.

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Why must they try.

Always some sort of weak plea, squabbling and begging to be returned from wence they were sequestered. His black raven hair gently caressed his skin as two massive airlock doors allowed bright light to illuminate the hallway. A clean gesture, a single wave and two- what could be described a centurion androids with spears and shields advanced rapidly and aggressively towards the earthling.

Deathly silent and devoid of emotion, the machines grabbed the woman by the arms and brought her behind the male as he walked. He was indeed thankful to the great beyond, that at least this subject didn't succumb to shock and die of cardiac arrest and leave him with a rotting mess. These humans were too much trouble. Why him? He pondered in silence as he paced. The higher ones knew his disdain for the wretched species and yet he was to learn from it and teach it to perform before an audience.

The living maze-like corridors led them past many aquarium type windows that displayed a collection of species from all corners of the galaxy. Darkness and then light, the never-ending halls cycled between reality and fiction. A living ship full of slaves and trophies for the mighty and most adored in the universe. A market, a dungeon, a zoo.

The male came upon an opening as a doorway spread before him like a stretching sphincter. Like thining skin it allowed him into a cavernous abyss. A few steps inside and an almost life-like artificial sun lit up for miles and miles an edenic garden resembling the best and most awe inspiring vista earth could ever offer.

"This is the Gaia chamber, your new quarter."

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There was relief in the form of artificial gravity. Whatever the strange animal had spewed on the floor would stay there. Its reaction was typical of a lower lifeform. Basic decontamination and bio scans would always send its kind into a fit of fright or barbaric outbursts. An alien figure ghosted into the light. Arms crossed behind, he appeared almost human yet unnaturally different.

The familiarity was uncanny, so close to being the same yet so far away from mankind. A tall, slim tower above the woman, paced around the vomit as he neared her body. Skin tight white, peraled uniform underneath a living, flowing and peacoat like suit wrapped around his own frame like a floating wraith. Sharpened ears with strange jewel devices, adorned and also served some kind of unknown purpose.

His head remained motionless, only bright gold irises glared down at the smaller creature. Theirs were a species still in its infancy, stupid as they were inferior. Tendrils resurfaced from the chamber walls and violently pulled and suspended the earth woman before him, while making sure she was below his gaze. Expressionless, he examined her from head to toe, every inch explored with an anylitical coldness. Even while hanging by wrist and ankles, he was still taller.

In a single intrusive motion, his porcelain hand placed a collar of some kind around the woman's neck. Tiny wires slipped painlessly, and penetrated inside her skin and rooted into her voice box. The human squirmed from the sensation but his strength led her through the invasive process.

The male looked down around the chamber as the woman struggled, her clothes torn and strewn carelessly by the operating claws made a mess of the chamber. Hinged on one of the robotic limbs were a pair of panties wedged, that prevented it from retracting. Such a nuisance, the inferior species always causing trouble wherever they were. Yet they were coveted throughout the galaxy, the demand for them as, cattle, ingredients, pets and even their bones as aphrodisiacs, was too great in gain not to put up with their unruly behavior.

The male turned on his heel and retreated into the darkness. She was released and dropped on the spot.

"Come." He demanded.

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There was an eerie silence to it all.

Holographic panels with pulsing lights, strangely, organic textured walls and machine claws that peeled away each layer of clothes from the subject inside the stasis chamber. Zero gravity and sterile white panels made up the inside in a completely spherical quarantine unit. The slow rhythmic breathing of the captured female was all that could resonate inside. Gently, the unconscious rise and fall of her exposed chest gave a small, calm before the on-coming storm, of shock once she came to full reanimation.

Long aquatic-like tendrils slipped through seams of the chamber and wrapped around the subject's wrists, ankles and neck. There was a convulsing twitch that came to the female's eyelids as an angular and obtuse object surfaced from the panel above like a solidifying goo and took the form of a starfish. The bizarre biomechanical protrusion enveloped the woman producing a thick black slime, rubbing and spreading itself all over the testee's body. Every orifice, curve and exposed skin, save the head, hands and feet were completely covered. The sounds of the tenticular arms and the sticky substance filled the room intermingling with a more struggled and heavy breathing as the female began to stir into consciousness.

A panel slid before the floating subject as the machine peeled itself away and retreated from whatever place it came just as silently as it had came. The woman was moved by the tendrils before an opening that resembled an open placenta-like corridor as it opened before her.

The intrusion was not only physical, but mental as well.

The long dark hall throbbed with huge veins as if its walls were part of a womb of a living creature. There was a sense of eternity as the corridor stretched into a dark, abysmal infinity.

Slowly, as her eyes opened the black slime began to tighten, constrict and pull into her skin as it took the form of her body. As she awoke, the substance began to harden and mold itself into a suit of some kind with ridges along her joints and spine. Down the long passage two glowing eyes pierced the darkness and stared back into the sterile stasis chamber.

A robotic voice in an unknown and monotone language spoke. "Vara-iet dimm."