HALF-BREED: CH. 11 - "ACCEPTANCE"

WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT-CONTENT

Summary: Autumn accepts her fate – and her new role as the Hive Commander's personal worshiper.

The extra time the Commander promised didn't seem to be enough time as far as Autumn was concerned. He ordered a guard to walk her around the hive for about an hour a day and then allowed her several food breaks spaced out every few hours, to eat a plate full of small portions of fruit, bread and cheese, and he insisted she drink as much water as possible. This became her daily routine. 

Because the water was causing frequent urination, he invented a strange-looking device that looked like a water container attached to flexible rubber-like material that stretched around her hip bones, keeping it in place between her legs. He'd drilled a small hole in the bottom of the chamber where the urine in the bottle was drained through a plastic tube into a larger container underneath it. The container had a lid with a small hole in the middle where the tube would drain the contents into the container. As if that wasn't bad enough, he forced her to empty and clean it herself every morning. Soon, she began to feel less self-conscious about being naked and more mortified by the fact that she felt like an infant with a diaper, unable to use a bathroom on her own. But she forced herself to swallow her pride since she had no say in the matter. Maybe in time he would allow her simple little freedoms like urinating in a toilet...in private, though he obviously could not see through the box.

This routine went on for several more months. She would be stuck in the deprivation chamber all the time, and he would let her out for her daily walk around the hive to keep her muscles from turning to mush and to burn off some of the calories of the food he gave her. She was also allowed out during meal-times, about four times a day, and she would eat small portions of whatever was on the plate, along with plenty of water to drink. Although he'd stopped beating her every day – he would beat her once in a while when he was just in a bad mood - she would flinch anytime he raised his hand around her. He was wildly unpredictable so she always assumed the worst and she never knew what kind of mood he would be in from day to day, so the threat of physical violence was always present in her mind.

Every day, he would also force her to perform fellatio on him, regardless of whether or not he would have sex with her. He seemed to enjoy that almost better than the sex and she started to become more skilled at it. Soon she was able to take all of him into her mouth, without using her teeth, and without gagging. She no longer had a gag reflex. This thrilled him to no end so he started making her do it several times a day.

Sometimes the sex was rough – often he would bite her really hard, scratch her until she bled, pull on her hair until it gave her a headache or smack her in the face until her skin turned from her usual pale shade of white to a deep crimson red. Again, because he was so unpredictable, she was never certain what the sex would be like and he seemed to want it all the time. A few times he woke up in the middle of the night to let her out of the box and fuck her in his bed. There was nothing really routine about her daily routine anymore. Every day would be different and it all unfolded according to the Commander's whims and moods.

She eventually lost track of time, because time varied according to the Commander's mood – sometimes when he was cruel it seemed like time went on forever, but when he was in a good mood, time passed by more quickly. One day she asked him how long she had been on the ship with him and his answer shocked her.

“I believe it has been about a year,” he replied.

A year? He'd been making her stay in that wretched coffin for a YEAR?!! But not long after that conversation, he came to her with an announcement.

“You have learned your lessons well, Autumn,” he said. “You have done everything I have asked of you and your behavior has improved. So I have decided that you do not need to stay in the deprivation chamber anymore. You will, instead, sleep in my bed with me. You are now officially my personal worshiper. That means I am the only Wraith you are allowed to be intimate with, and the only one whose orders you follow. If anyone else gives you trouble or cause for concern, you will come to me with it and I will deal with it myself. You are now under my protection.”

If he'd said this to her a year ago, she would've been repulsed at the idea. Her mother had been her father's personal worshiper before she was born and her stories filled Autumn with disgust. The thought of these strange, cruel aliens using human females as their sex slaves – a most horrid existence. But that is just what she had been this whole time, only she was unaware of how her interactions with the Commander had evolved to the point where she did as she was told and did not complain about it. It was like a reflex now – an automated response he'd beaten, tortured and lectured into her. Being his personal worshiper had finally come easy to her and she felt a strange, perverse thrill when he made it official – like a difficult test she had passed – which in a way, it was. She felt proud.

Because she was cooperating, he beat her less often. The only time he hurt her was when he was in the mood for rough sex, and she was starting to acclimate to that as well. He'd taught her how to quiet her mind when under duress – like mental meditation – so she learned how to move above the pain until it felt like euphoria. But nothing was more euphoric than making love with the Commander, though it was just physical gratification to HIM. Even though he was pleased with her progress and was treating her much better, he still had a wall up where feelings were concerned. She knew the Wraith were capable of feeling love – her mother told her that even though he never said it, she knew her Wraith father loved Lorelei because he risked a lot just keeping her around as his worshiper. He was one of the few Wraith on his ship who had one. And it was the reason he sent her away when the Hive Queen threatened to take their baby. Love would have to take a backseat to the survival of his lover and unborn child.

But her Commander was a tough nut to crack so she just accepted that he would probably never love her, even though, despite her reservations, she realized she was falling in love with him. She could never tell him this though. She feared he might return to his old ways and start beating and torturing her again just to prove he could, and as a way of denying it, regardless of whether or not he had feelings for her. As the years passed she put it out of her head and instead, focused her attention on all of her lessons. The Commander wasn't just her lover, he was also her teacher. He instructed her in many things, including survival skills. She learned martial arts, archery, fencing, improved telepathy, weapons training, how to pilot a DART and many more things that would serve her well in the present time and far into the future.

One day she overheard him talking to Sally – the woman she had met the first night she arrived there - who she learned was actually his sister and not just a Keeper but a Queen. Sally was not pleased with what he was telling her.

“You...LOVE your worshiper?!!” she exclaimed. “No, this is unacceptable behavior, brother. Keep it to yourself. She should never be allowed to know how you feel. As soon as she does, she will use it against you! Close your mind to it! I think it's time for you to move her into her own quarters. She is obviously no longer a flight risk and there is no longer a reason for her to be sleeping in your bed next to you! You are worse than your brother with your lofty libido, and now you are no better than him!”

The Commander grumbled and agreed to move his worshiper into her own room, and to never speak of love again. Autumn tip-toed away when she heard him leaving Sally's quarters. She was elated. Her Commander DID love her!

As his sister suggested, the Commander moved Autumn, and all of her belongings, into her own room. But he didn't move her very far – her room was just down the corridor from his – and he used this to his advantage by sneaking into her room at night to have sex with her. Sometimes she would sneak into his. Either way, he continued to be sexually involved with her every night until one fateful evening the hive ship came under attack from some humans who had moved into the Lost City of Atlantis. Up until then, life for the Wraith was quiet and many of them were still hibernating when the actions of the Atlantis expedition caused them all to awaken prematurely. Amid all the chaos, Autumn was wandering the corridors, looking confused and calling out for the Commander when she heard a male voice.

“Hey! Are you alright?” he asked.

“Who are YOU? And what have you done with my Commander?”

“I'm Sergeant Dunn of the US Marine Corps,” he replied. “What's YOUR name?”

“I am Autumn Noxx,” she answered. “What are you doing here? Who are you people? What is going on?”

“That is classified information. Who is your Commander?”

“THAT is classified information,” she said, glaring at him. “I will tell you nothing else until you explain what you are doing here!”

“Saving your ass! Now come with me, we don't have much time.”

“I don't want to go with you! I have to find my Commander!”

“Are you talking about a WRAITH Commander?” he asked. Suddenly a voice came from his communication headset. “Dunn, where are you? Get to the jumper, this place is about to blow!”

“Copy that, Major,” Dunn replied. “Autumn, we have to go and I cannot leave you here to die.”

“I'd rather die than go with you!”

Dunn looked puzzled and shocked, then grabbed her by the arm.

“Get your hands off me!” she retorted then punched him in the face with her free hand. He then hit her hard with the end of his rifle, knocking her out and she fell down on the floor.

“We do not leave innocent people in the hands of our enemies,” Dunn mumbled out loud as he picked her up and quickly scurried down the hall. “A simple 'thank you' would've sufficed.”

On the other side of the hive ship, the Commander could sense Autumn's fear and panic and there was nothing he could do about it. His sister Sally had been stabbed repeatedly by the one who called himself “Sheppard” and he had to get them both off the ship and tend to her wounds. He dragged her into his DART and departed the DART bay, just before the whole place blew up. For the first time in his very long life, the Commander felt an emptiness he'd never felt before. He was missing his worshiper, who had become so much more than that to him by then. But he could still sense her, so he knew she was still alive but without her, he felt dead inside

Then another strange new feeling came over him: regret. I should've told her how I feel about her and now she will never know how much I care for her. But he made a promise to himself that he would move entire galaxies to find her again. His life suddenly felt very empty and without meaning. The Commander was....lonely.

Disclaimer:  The Wraith & Stargate Atlantis are owned by MGM.  Autumn Noxx and Sergeant Dunn are original characters that belong to me.