Author's note: I highly recommend reading the preceding chapter to understand what is going on. This story is about traveling to a recently discovered planet. It is plot-focused and not focused around sex, but there is plenty of it. Throughout the story, there will be human/human, human/alien, and plenty of action. I hope you enjoy it, and any feedback is more than welcome.
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Chapter 2: Rough Landing
*** Seven Days Ago ***
"I swear to god, if Rachel sticks me with one of those blood testing things when we get back, I'm gonna round up everything that looks remotely like a syringe in that base and burn it," Michael said as he, Andrew, and Lindsey walked through the forest in single file.
Andrew replied with a laugh. "I don't get how a man can travel through space to a foreign planet to fight against unknown alien species without batting an eye, but when a doctor comes at him with a needle, he nearly shits himself."
Lindsey started giggling uncontrollably and Michael quickly responded to defend himself. "Hey man; trypanophobia, it's a real thing. Look it up. It could happen to anyone."
"Just because you have a fancy scientific word to describe it doesn't make you look any less like a pussy. Don't try to fool a couple of scientists with science," Andrew replied again and he and Lindsey laughed a little louder. Even Michael chuckled a little.
Over the past couple years, they had been working very closely together had had gotten to know each other very well. After all, traveling through the galaxy and exploring a new world together is a strong bonding experience.
The past couple of months had been very stressful for them however. They had lost friends and nearly lost their own lives as well. With the threat of the Binthear always restricting their research and ability to explore the surrounding areas freely, this was the first time they had gone outside in three weeks.
For them, it had not felt this good to be outside since they landed on Carmenta a little less than a year ago. They were in such a good mood to feel the sunlight on their skin, to smell the fresh plant smells flowing by on a light breeze, and hear the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. For a moment, Andrew and Lindsey even forgot they were in danger just by being outside.
Michael was constantly on alert however. It was his job to protect the two scientist and himself for that matter. He still didn't know the strength of the Binthear and didn't want to let them get close enough for him to find out. All he knew for sure was that he had the advantage at a distance with his rifle, but was almost certain to lose in hand-to-hand combat.
They walked on for some time until they came to a ridge with a large opening in the canopy.
"This is a good place to stop," Lindsey said. "Let's get the last of our samples and head back to base."
Michael stood back a little looking out into the forest for anything big or suspicious while Lindsey and Andrew scavenged around for plant species they haven't studied yet. Lindsey found an interesting looking moss at the base of a large tree and knelt down to scrape some of it into her test tubes.
After a few seconds, she heard Michael grunt and a soft thump. She turned around to see him on his knees with an arrow through his chest. The life was already draining from his face like a water being wrung out of a sponge. Just a moment ago, he was making jokes and laughing with Andrew. He was a man full of energy and passion for his work. Now he was the empty vessel that had once been her friend, Michael.
Suddenly, a Binthear walked up behind him. With a swift motion, he cut the back of Michael's neck with a dagger. Blood trailed behind the motion of the blade and splurt like a wave against the Binthear from his waist down. Michael's head tilted forward, revealing that his neck had been sliced nearly in half, and his limp corpse fell to the ground.
This was the first time Lindsey had been exposed to real violence. She was overwhelmed and stared at everything that was happening, feeling a little too shocked to move.
The Binthear was about a foot taller than most men that Lindsey had seen and built like a bodybuilder with very broad shoulders. He was covered in fur which was longer in the back than the front and practically non-existent around his torso. His ears were large and pointed like a wolf's, and his teeth were long and sharp like the claws on its hands and feet. The rest of his anatomy however, was almost identical to humans. Even his face looked similar to a human's.
Andrew was on the opposite side of the Binthear from Lindsey. He saw all this happening as well but had a much different reaction. "Michael!!" he shouted as he started sprinting at the Binthear.
The Binthear turned from Michael's corpse to face Andrew, who was now charging from about thirty yards away. But the Binthear didn't move. He simply turned to face the charging man without even bracing himself for an impact.
When Andrew was about ten feet away and lowered his shoulder, a dark blur slammed into him, knocking him off his feet and sending him into the air in a perpendicular direction from the course he was running. He landed on his back about fifteen feet from where he left the ground. After taking a moment for the wind to come back to him and his lunges to start working again, he looked up to see it was a second Binthear that had hit him. Worse than that, it was approaching him again now.
"Andrew!" Lindsey screamed from where she had been standing. She felt a little in shock and didn't know what to do. Andrew was hoping she would use his vain attack as a distraction and try to run, but that obviously wasn't the case.
Seeing the beast approaching him, he turned to his stomach and began to crawl. He didn't make it far at all before he felt a heavy foot land on his back. The pressure from the weight pushing down on him hurt, but not as bad as the claws that were connected to the foot and began to pierce through his skin and sink into his back. His head jolt back with pain and he let out a loud, deep, long grunt without opening his mouth.
Suddenly, the claws ripped through his back leaving four deep trails of blood and taking most of the back of his shirt. "AAHHHH!! You fucking cunt!" he yelled, while he pressed his forehead into the ground like it would suppress the agony.
His moans were silenced by a kick to his rib cage which knocked him over and onto his back. The Binthear picked him up by the chest of his shirt, held him up to his eye level, and knocked him back down to the ground with a head-butt.
Andrew lay motionless there until the Binthear picked him up by what remained of the back of his shirt and his belt line. From this grip, he threw him to the ridge that they were by. Andrew landed just at the edge of the ridge, but with his momentum continued to roll down the hill and out of sight.
This whole time, Lindsey had still not moved from the same spot. Now that Andrew was gone, and she was the only living human present, both of the Binthear looked at her. Realizing she was now the center of attention for these extremely violent things, she felt a wave of adrenaline and started running as fast as she could. It was as if it all suddenly became reality for her.
She hadn't gotten very far before being pinned to the ground by one of the Binthear. She felt a strong hand on the top side of her head pressing the opposite side of her face into the ground. She fought for a moment until realizing how futile that was. When she stopped fighting, he lifted her hips so her knees were planted on the ground while her face and breasts remained pressed against the forest floor.
The Binthear pulled her pants by the waistband till they slid down to her mid-thigh, exposing her rear. When she realized what he was doing, she pushed herself up from the ground and desperately tried to squirm away again. Breathing frantically, she tried to twist her hips so that her entrance wasn't exposed for anything to be forced into it.
Once again, she made no progress in her struggle. Every attempt she made felt like she was fighting a machine. No matter how hard she struggled, her hips couldn't move an inch out of place from the monstrous hands that gripped her. With his palms pressed against the outsides of her ass cheeks and surprisingly strong fingers grasped around her hips, there was no chance of her escaping.
She heard a deep growl and the grip around her hips slowly tighten with anger. As desperate as she was to get away and stop him from getting what he wanted, she was even more scared about ending up like Michael or Andrew. Her breathing slowed and her eyes watered heavily until she blinked and a tear was pushed by her eyelids into a tumble down her cheek.
One of the hands released from its grip and a second later, she felt the tip of his phallus press against her slit and slide in an inch. Lindsey winced from discomfort and fear from what was happening.
This was followed by his hand being placed back on her hip, and large thrust from the Binthear.
Shocked by how large it was, she let out a loud whimper. He slowly retracted before thrusting in again. After a few strokes, his hips would slam into her butt, sending ripples through her cheeks with every thrust.
Suddenly, two feet appeared in front of her. She didn't need to look up at whom they belonged to because they were covered in blood. Michael's blood.
Something was muttered in Binthear and the thrusting stopped. The Binthear pulled out his phallus, and Lindsey, exhausted and terrified, collapsed.
*** Present Day ***
Felix woke to find himself dressed in a t-shirt with thin sweatpants and on a small wall bunk with a soreness throughout his whole body. His bed protruded from the wall like a shelf and was as simple as it could be with a thin mattress, a blanket, and a pillow. It was only big enough for one person, and it didn't allow for much maneuverability.
He noticed that he was in a dimly lit, narrow room that was similar to a small barracks. There was a bunk identical to his own directly above him, two bunks on the wall across from him, and another set of four bunks in the same fashion further down the narrow room.
After sitting up in his bed, he realized someone was still asleep in the bed across from him. Assuming he felt as awful as himself and not even knowing who he was, Felix didn't want to wake him, so he moved quietly. He stood up and quickly sat back down after experiencing an aggressive head rush. Once he felt confident that he could stand without falling down, he got up and walked to the exit of the room.
He found that this room opened up to a hall and that this hall was nearly completely made of metal. On one side of the hall, at the junction of ceiling and wall, a thin stream of light ran uninterrupted from one end of the hallway to the other until it turned to light another section of the hallway.
Still trying to gain full consciousness of his environment, he started to venture down the hallway. Before he could even make it to the corner where the hallway turned, he heard footsteps of someone walking towards him. A man with a tablet in his hands walked around the corner and stopped when he saw Felix.
"Oh, Felix, you're awake," he said without anything more than a glance away from the tablet he was working with in his hand. He had a short, brown beard and looked like he was in his mid-thirties. After taking a few seconds to finish what he was working on, he put his tablet away and walked over to where Felix was bewilderedly standing.
"I'm Dr. Brunswick, but you can call me Roger," he said, extending a hand for a handshake.
"Where am I, Roger?" he asked while shaking his hand and looking at him like he was waiting for him to acknowledge the fact that he was wandering around the halls like a lost five-year-old in a shopping mall and needed some explanation.
