Chapter Two

     The next few minutes were a whirl of activity that made Candy
wonder if she had lost her mind.  Out of fear, and a sense of impending
insanity, she had turned her face back into Dolph's chest as the hum inside
her head grew a bit louder, then softened and disappeared completely. 
Dolph put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away from
him.  She looked up at him and his soft smile and sparkling green eyes were
very comforting.
     Extending his hand to her, he spoke quietly.
     "Come with me."
     Still too dazed to find her voice, Candy took his hand.  That seemed
like the safest thing to do.  He lead her through a strangely painted hallway. 
The basic wall was white but there were paintings all along the way.  Some
looked like primitive cave drawings, others looked as though they had been
painted by professional artists.  Candy stared open-mouthed as the blonde
giant pulled her along.  Feeling her slow to study a particularly well-done
painting, Dolph chuckled as he gave her a gentle tug.
     "Sagas of life and dreams, my lady, painted by crew members, past
and present."
     A door whooshed open in front of them, drawing Candy's attention
to the room they were entering.
     "That door," he pointed behind her, "leads to the bathroom.  I think
you will find anything that you might need in there.  If not, just yell and I
will assist you."
     As he stepped away, Candy looked around the room.  It looked like
a fairly normal man's bedroom, not that she had been in that many men's
bedrooms.  The walls were a pale tan, the carpet brown.  The bed, rather
large by her standards, was covered by some sort of dark brown fur.  There
was what she assumed to be a closet, although she couldn't find a handle to
open it by; a chest of drawers, ditto no handles and it seemed to grow out
of the wall, and even a mirror on the wall next to the closet.
     As she completed her perusal of the room, she came full circle to
find Dolph in the process of undressing.  He was sitting in the dark brown
chair that stood against one wall, pulling his boots off.  His earring was
lying on top of the chest of drawers; his belt - she hadn't even noticed that
he had been wearing a belt - lying beside it.
     As he stood and touched the top of his jumpsuit, panic gripped
Candy.  She had to find out what was going on before it rolled over her like
a Mac truck.  She stepped forward, put her hands in the center of Dolph's
chest, causing him to arch a curious eyebrow, and pushed.  It was like
trying to push a boulder.  He engulfed her cold hands in his warm palms. 
His voice held that chuckle she remembered so well.
     "What is it that you want, little one?"
     She pulled her hands from his grasp and tried to keep the fear from
her voice.
     "Things are going a little fast for me.  I have a few questions and I
would much rather talk to you with your clothes on.  I'd also like it if you
wouldn't tower over me like some conquering giant."
     His quizzical brow arched higher.  Nearly at the end of her rope, the
loss of her ever volatile temper just around the next bend, Candy pointed at
the chair he had just vacated and raised her voice slightly.
     "Sit down!"
     Dolph's chin slowly raised and his golden blonde brows drew
together ominously, making it quite clear that he did not care for being
ordered.  Candy lowered her voice.
     "Please.  I'm sorry if I sound a little authoritarian.  It's just that if I
don't figure out what's going on soon, I think I'm going to lose it."
     She sat down on the bed, her shoulders slumping slightly.  She
wanted to take her head in her hands and let her jumbled feelings have their
way, but she realized that she couldn't learn anything that way.  Right now,
she had his full attention and she planned to make use of it.
     Dolph nodded, letting his body relax back to normal, the anger at
the woman's sharp tone draining away.  She was rather saucy, this wench. 
He had better watch himself with her or they might both be spending some
time in the Med unit.
     "As I told you, all of your questions..."
     "Yeah, I know, will be answered when I can handle it.  Well, I'm
ready now.  I want to know what is going on.  Who are you?  Where do
you come from?  What are you going to do with me?  And why are you
taking your clothes off?"
     Dolph had frowned again when Candy interrupted him, shaking his
head in frustration, the movement causing flashes of light to glint off of his
long blonde mane.  By the time she had reached the middle of her list of
questions he was standing, his hand sliding smoothly down the front of his
jumpsuit.  The zipper, or whatever it was, started at one shoulder and ran
all the way to the foot of the opposite leg.  The grey material parted to
reveal a chest liberally covered in golden fur.  As he shrugged out of one
sleeve of the suit, Candy stood, bringing her hands up in front of her body
as if to ward off some attacker.  Jumbled emotions caused each word to
climb higher on the scale.
     "Stop it!  We're having a conversation here.  I don't want..."
     The big man took a quick step toward her.  He grabbed her by the
shoulders and lifted until her feet dangled nearly a foot from the ground and
she was eye level with him.  His eyes looked like twin emeralds, sparkling
even darker in anger.  His voice was a deep, angry hiss.
     "Understand this, woman!  I don't care what you want.  You are to
concern yourself with my wants, my needs.  I have said that I will answer
your questions and I will, in my own good time.  Until then, you will suffer
your ignorance in silence."
     He lowered her feet to the floor and pushed her toward the
bathroom.
     "You have five minutes to prepare yourself for my bed.  Do not
waste them!"
      Candy stood staring at him, her mouth hanging open like a dead
fish.  He raised one hand as if he might strike her and yelled, "Go!"  Candy
jumped, turning in midair, and hit the ground running.  When she reached
the door, she realized that there was no knob.  She was about to turn and
voice a complaint when a large paw - She refused to think of anything
about that man in human terms any longer! - pressed a button at the side of
the door that she hadn't noticed before.  Without a sound, the door slid
smoothly open.  Candy quickly jumped inside and the door closed behind
her.  In the second before the door closed she could have sworn he
growled.
     Again, this seemed like a normal, if somewhat small, bathroom.  A
basin hung on the wall to her left, the toilet next to it.  There was a glass
enclosed shower stall on the opposite wall.  Candy sat on the toilet and
stared morosely around the room.  On second glance, a few important
details were missing.  There were no towels in sight, and no toilet paper. 
She thought Dolph was just a shoddy housekeeper until she noticed that
there were no towel racks and no holder for the paper.  Candy let her head
rest in her hands, the picture of dejection.
     "Great, I can't even go to the bathroom.  I'll probably die of blood
poisoning.  After I'm raped and mangled by that...that man!  To heck with
it, I'll drip dry."
     Candy was about to lift the toilet seat when the loud boom of fist
hitting metal echoed in the room.  Her head flew up, frightened eyes flying
to the door.  Dolph's voice rumbled through the door.
     "Are you about ready, girl?"
     "That's it!"
     Teeth grinding, eyes flashing blue death, Candy stood and headed
toward the door like a bull charging a matador.  When she reached it, her
Scottish temper burst its restraints, exploding to the surface.  She hit the
button that she assumed would release her from this paperless prison.  As
the door slid open, she was already yelling.
     "No, I'm not ready, boy!  I can't even use the can since you don't
have anything as civilized as toilet paper in sight.  I couldn't take a shower if
I wanted to, ditto no towels.  And I don't appreciate being intimidated on
top of being kidnapped.  I suggest you just shut up!  You'll get me when I'm
good and ready!"
     She was glaring up at him, ignoring the straining of her neck
muscles.  Dolph glared back, his senses keenly aware of how beautiful the
little witch looked at this moment.  Her face was flushed in her anger and
her eyes had darkened to a near-sapphire blue.  Her hands on her hips had
captured several strands of the silver hair that framed her body.
     Lust and anger possessed Dolph as surely as any evil spirit might. 
Growling deep in his throat, he grabbed the girl by her shoulders.  Lifting
her into the air, he turned and tossed her to the bed.  Her screams went
unnoticed as he tore her clothes from her body, paying no heed to how
many pieces they were in when they hit the floor.  While waiting for her to
emerge from the bathroom, he had finished removing his clothes.  Now, no
barrier stood between their bodies.  She writhed, screaming and trying to
claw the skin from his back, but he was feeling no pain.  Even her fists
beating against him couldn't cool the flaming lust in his loins.
     Wrenching her knees apart with his large hands, Dolph positioned
his body to claim her.  He raised her legs till her knees nearly touched her
chest.  His shaft unerringly found its mark, her sheath hot and wet, waiting
for him.  With another growl, nearly a roar, he plunged deeply into her
sweet body.
     The slight resistance as her maidenhead gave way sent Dolph into a
fiery spiral of passion unlike any he had ever known before.  He was
claiming this woman for his own, no other would ever know her sweet flesh
as he did.  Grinding his teeth in an attempt to maintain his precarious
control over his body, he attempted to release Candy's legs, but as soon as
he slacked off his pressure on them, she tried to drop them to the bed.  He
didn't want that, he could not thrust so deeply into her if her legs were
down.  He reclaimed her legs and leaned his weight on them.
     No words known to Dolph in any of his many languages could ever
adequately explain the pleasure he felt building inside his body.  His shaft
was on fire, the girl's attempts to fight him adding fuel to the flame.  Each
thrust brought soul-jarring pleasure, each withdrawal sweet agony.  The
tension, heightened by anger and conquest, was quickly growing.  Like a
youth, his staying power was almost nonexistent.  With a deep groan, Dolph
threw back his head and gave a last, violent thrust into her tight sheath of
pleasure.  He cried out in triumph as he felt the release of his seed into her
womb.  Every muscle in his great body seemed to contract at once, then
release, then contract again.  Finally, his passion released him and he fell
limply onto her body, completely spent.
     Candy lay very still beneath Dolph's sweat-drenched body,
wondering if it were over.  In her anger, the pain of losing her virginity had
been just one more annoyance.  Candy had always believed that true love
would dull the pain.  An ironic little smile tugged at the corners of her
mouth.  In this case, it would seem that anger worked as well as true love. 
Besides, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as her mother had warned her it
would.  One more man-woman myth shattered.
     Candy didn't know whether to scream, cry, shake or just
contemplate the many ways available to kill a man.  Since the others might
disturb the hulk atop her, she settled on the last.  Besides, she had already
done all of the others while the brute was having his way with her and none
of them had helped.  Getting all worked up again wasn't a good idea
because when she got mad, she breathed hard.  At the moment, any kind of
breathing was a little difficult since she had what she was certain was a ton
of man laying on top of her.  She wondered if he might suffocate her.  No,
he wasn't done with her yet.  Once was never enough for a man.  Unless
they fell asleep.  Candy sneered.  They only fell asleep when you didn't
want them to fall asleep.
     In an attempt to strengthen her tentative grip on sanity, Candy tried
to put the events of the last few hours into perspective.  She laughed, a little
sound that brought a slight grunt from Dolph.  It was useless.  Nothing
made sense.  She didn't even believe in UFO's, close encounters and all that
mumbo-jumbo.  She had always thought the people who claimed to have
been taken aboard alien spacecraft were either nuts or very clever
businessmen.  Now here she was, imprisoned on some sort of ship on her
way to...where?  She had no idea.  And even if somebody were nice
enough to tell her where they were headed, she was pretty sure she wouldn't
be any wiser.  She hadn't studied a road map of outer space recently.
     Another giggle tried to sneak out.  She stifled it, not willing to give
in to hysteria.  The bulk above her shifted, rolling to his back.  His arm
snaked possessively around her waist and pulled her against his side.  She
had little choice but to lay her head on his arm.  Fine, if you liked a rock for
a pillow.  Candy put her hand under her face to pad it.  Even though she
was naked - The barbarian had seen to that! - it was comfortably warm.
     There were so many thoughts dancing around in Candy's head she
felt like a disco.  No matter how much she tried, she couldn't come up with
any answers.  She just didn't know enough.  She would have started to cry,
but she was still too angry.  And she wasn't certain how bad this situation
was.  Maybe it had an up side.  She just had to gain more information.
     Candy shook her head in confusion.  She needed sleep, but she was
certain that she could never close her eyes with this brute nearby.  Five
minutes later, the 'brute's' even breathing had lulled her into a deep slumber.