Back inside - Challenge

"Oh hell no."

Zak didn't think of himself as a kind man, others had told him he was. He usually thought of himself as a quiet man. He usually kept his head down or out of trouble, not because he was scared or worried. Just because he often didn't want to deal with the fallout of getting mad about it. All that said, Zak wasn't a man to just ROLL over when someone kicked him. He stood up and grumbled as he rotated a shoulder.

Steeling himself he started to tap at the console near the door but found he didn't know how to work it. Frustrated, he looked the door over and found an 'emergency lever' built into the frame, and pulled it out. Once he got a good leverage on it, Zak put all his weight behind it and shoved. The door slowly moved aside before protocols took over and retracted it the rest of the way. The barrier aside Zak took two steps inside, ready for a throw down.

"OKAY Listen here, you don't just get to.... throw... me..., " he started before the words died in throat.

Instead of a brawl or fight, there was silence. The orange tinged woman stood there, stripped down to just a tight thong piece. Rather than the avatar of rage that he was expecting, complete with that glow from before, the woman didn't even process him entering. Her eyes were far more focused on two pieces of paper she was holding. Her lips were slightly parted as her almond-shaped eyes were open wide and yet her eye started to glow that same color as her hands did. Her eyes rapidly jumping from one to the other.

Zak wasn't sure how to approach this, considering he expected the woman to rip try and rip him limb from limb. Instead she started to float around the room in some manner of 'pacing'. Zak looked down and saw her feet were off the ground when he didn't hear her feet moving. Zak just let her have her time to herself, shifting over to the side to check out the rest of the paper work left on the nightstand like object. If it made this woman THAT interested in it, had to be important... hopefully.

Seemed like legal documents made up the bulk of it. All the banking and insurance stuff to tie the two together, safe for being finalized. It looked properly set up to him at least. He wasn't a lawyer but being married already gave him an idea of how the sheets should be filled out. Next was a few more documents about ownership and 'work'. Seemed he owned the place he had found himself in..., well Co Owned it. This woman, 'Komand'r' also owned it. Seemed it was some sort of mining and hauling ship; him the owner of a spaceship? He couldn't believe it but things were weird enough. He looked around and found what looked to be a viewing window of some kind. Zak took a few steps towards and and activated it, the buttons next to it clearly labeled.

"What the fffffffff...." Zak muttered as he took a step back.

Stars. Stars as far as the eye could see and if one couldn't see stars, it was due to objects blocking the way. Ships, ships of every shape and size, make and model; all around a rotating metal object of some kind that looked like a top. A few areas that looked like ship repair yards were floating off in the distance, or just out of vision from the angle provided. Zak stumbled backwards as he came to the understanding that this was reality for him now. Only for his feet to catch on something and send him tumbling. He tried to reach out and grab something to break his fall but landed on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

And the eyes glaring down at him.

"Enjoyed the show?" the woman asked, her arms folded under the chest. While she had threatened him not to look before, she didn't seem in a hurry to cover up. Her eyes shifted to his hand, "Or did you expect to do something with that?"

Zak looked to see what she was talking about, only to see a large box of strawberry condoms in his hand. He must have grabbed it while falling past the nightstand. He tossed it aside only to watch in one part horror and one part amazement as the woman burnt it to a crisp. Rather than the strange glow around her hands, she had used her eyes like she had some sort of high powered laser weapon behind them. Before Zak could do anything she slammed a foot down on his chest, pinning him there.

"Well well, I told you if you looked that you'd be ash. And yet you came back anyway. God it's like stupidity is part of your DNA as a race. Oh well." The woman started to lean harder onto the leg, slowly pushing her foot further into his chest.

Zak grunted as pain started to build up. He brought a hand up to try and push the foot off but there was far too much **** behind it. He started to weakly punch at it while wiggling on the ground to get any kind of leverage. This caused the woman to chuckle..., and completely ignore the other arm. With his left, Zak reached out and picked up some of the ash left behind from the box and chucked it at her face. The unexpected move made Komand'r lean back out of reflex which took the pressure off his chest. Moving quickly, he grabbed the woman by the ankle and twisted, sending her to the ground. While he would think this improper at another time, Zak was fighting for his possible life here and thus ended up pinning himself on the woman. His legs placed over hers and his hands pinning her arms between his chest and her back.

"Alright, now listen, I don't have a hand in whatever the hell is going on but I'm not just gonna let you shove me around got it?" Zak growled into her ear, "So if you'll be a good girl, I'll get off and we'll discuss this like adults."

"Ah... you really want to though? Most men would kill to be in a position like yours. MMMM on top of a fully figured woman... pinning her to the ground with her boobs smushed against her chest..., is this the part where I call you 'Daddy' as your race is want to do?" Komand'r asked, wiggling just a bit under his grasp. The curve of her ass cradling his crotch just right.

It had been awhile since he got any..., not since one sad night of hiring a working girl at one stop. Something he wasn't entirely proud of but...

"Hey wait a minute...," Zac muttered as he looked at the fact her chest was hanging free now... and the ground was a couple feet away.

It seemed her ability float was stronger than he thought. Currently he was almost riding her like some twisted idea of a broom as Komand'r kept rising into the air. With a grin she spun around in his grip which sent him flying off, only for his throat to be grabbed in a familiar grip. With a cry she easily tossed him onto the bed, causing the entire large frame that supported it to rattle from the impact. Zac started to get up only for something else to be slapped in his face. He pulled it away and glared at it..., only to see it was sheets of paper.

"While it's been FUN..., I need to go see what this ship has, darling." Komand'r said as she shifted over to a closet. She started shuffling things around, burning a few to ash, as she got some clothes out.

"Wait... what? Why am I not..." Zac started before Komand'r stomped her foot, sending an shockwave through the floor.

"Look...DEAR...," Her voice dripped, "Those papers in front of your are the wedding agreement we got into.... yay. The only reason you aren't FRIED is because it listed something about a 'life bond' and..., well I've been around the block long enough to NOT just wave something off as superstition." Zak quickly scanned the paper for this info as Komand'r continued, "BUUUUUT lucky for me, it said if either of us DIE that the other would. Pfff, like that could stop me. So while I can't just vaporize you, it doesn't say you have to be in one piece." Zak gulped as Komand'r went further into the closet.

As she did so Zak got a quick cliff notes read of the contract. Something about multiverse travel, life bond, gifts, blah blah blah. The path to break the contract looked insane from just a quick look, something about stars, gods and toons. He looked up to speak and got a very different look at Komand'r.

Komand'r wore a tight, short black crop top along gorget with an onyx gemstone in the middle of it. Paired with this was a pair of gauntlets that also had the same stone attached at the backside. A metal belt kept a black miniskirt on, and thigh-high boots hid those long legs of hers. Under all of this looked to be a metal jumpsuit or underguard, made of the same silverish material as her gloves. Well it looked like metal but seemed to flow like cloth, or even water. She folded her arms with a glare at the human.

"Hear me, darling." Her voice came, somehow both cold and hot with distain and rage, "I'm keeping you as a pet at worst, and a minion at best. Wrong me, and I'll start removing limbs. Or at the very least, fingers. I know how depressed your kind can get if truely crippled. I wouldn't want you being so depressed you just stop working, as that would effect me too."

"So just sit and... watch tv or whatever. Just stay out of my way for an hour or so." Komand'r said with a weak wave as she left the room, leaving Zac back to his thoughts.