Alien Abduction - 02

Fishing

Lisa - Day 1

I wake early, looking forward to the first day of vacation. The empty bed sours my mood. We split months ago. His excuse for cheating on me was insulting. I’m not too demanding or a control freak. Even if I was, he should have left, not slept around behind my back. I take a deep breath. Not today. It’s over now, and I rented this cabin for a whole week. Nothing to do but relax. No computer. No email. No work.

After eating a light breakfast, I walk through the dew-covered grass down to the pond. The birds, just waking up, fill the air with their song. The heavy scent of fresh morning air brings a smile to my face.

Fishing pole, tackle box, and bucket in hand, I approach the pond. Several birds fight over a large mudfish. That’s strange. The previous guest must have caught it and left it on the shore to die. Either eat or catch and release. Don’t kill for no fucking reason!  I ignore the birds fighting over the dead fish and push through the brush next to the pond.

So many dead fish! So many flies! It looks like someone took all the fish in the pond and threw them onto shore. A huge alligator! Heart pounding, I jump back, bouncing off the brush behind me. I fall on my butt and scoot away. It’s about fifteen feet long. Big enough to be deadly. Its side is torn open. Oh! It’s dead. I take a few calming breaths, then stand up and brush myself off.

The flesh inside the wound is burned and blackened. That makes no sense. What burned it? Lightning? Did someone try fishing with dynamite? Dark metal glints in the sunlight. Behind the gator, on the bottom of the pond. I step closer. Trying to understand. It suddenly snaps into focus.

A rocket! It’s a rocket! Or… It’s impossible, but it looks like a spaceship! Mouth dry, I stare at the ship. It fills half the pond. At least a hundred and fifty feet long. I begin circling it. The cockpit has a single pilot’s seat. It can’t be what it looks like. Could it be a new type of jet? Eyes locked on the ship, I continue to circle the pond.

I trip, and something whimpers in pain. Something… No… Someone lies bleeding in stagnant shallow water at the edge of the pond. Stunned, I froze, my mind stuttering in shock. It really is a spaceship. That’s not human. It isn’t anything else from earth either.

The creature is covered with soft red fur. It looks like a cross between a human and a fox. It’s easy enough to understand what happened. The ship “cannonballed” into the water, and the splash tossed everything on shore. Most of the fish were left high and dry when the water flowed back in. The alligator was probably sunning itself on shore. When the creature left the ship and climbed on shore the alligator attacked. It’s bite wounds, slowly oozing blood, and mangled legs testify to that.

I carefully roll the wounded alien over. Her. Definitely her. Those breasts don’t belong to an “it.” Her belly is covered in short white fur. Incredibly soft and strangely elegant. She is smaller than me, her head probably comes up to my chest. She is light enough to carry without straining. I carry her back to the cabin. What should I do? Call the police? An ambulance? The FBI? Reporters?

By the time I arrive, she stirs in my arms. Yellow eyes, glazed with pain, look up at me. She is awake! She whispers in strangely accented English. “Hello. I’m Ri’xon.”

“I’m Lisa. Umm. Welcome to earth? You have serious injuries from an alligator attack. At the very least your legs are broken.”

“Don’t tell anyone about me! Please!” After a few shallow, pain-filled breaths she continues. “I will heal. I just need lots of meat and water. It will help if you set the bones in my legs.” Her eyes close, and she doesn’t respond to further questions.

I prepare as well as I know how. A bucket of warm water, washcloths, towels, a knife, and a first aid kit. I place Ri’xon flat on the table. She whimpers in pain when I gently remove her boots and set them aside with her backpack and utility belt. The holster is empty, probably lost in the fight.

The fur covering Ri’xon’s legs is thick enough to run my fingers through. Her tail is even thicker and bushy. Her inner thighs are covered in the same short fur as her belly. From neck to knee she looks human, except for the fur. Her feet and lower legs have more in common with an animal that walks on four legs than us.

Her head is far closer to a fox than a human’s. Large ears folded tight against her skull, silently expressing pain. Her snout ends in a small black nose. A long pink tongue peeks between her teeth. I wonder what… I shake my head to clear it. It’s time to focus on the job at hand.

I can’t clean her wounds through that outfit. Using a kitchen knife, I slice up the side of Ri’xon’s tight outfit. Her fur is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s as smooth as silk. This is what all those conditioner commercials promise and never deliver. It’s hard work, but I cut through the tough fabric. As though the universe is rewarding me for my effort, the fabric, slowly being released, pulls away exposing more and more of her dainty white fur. When I cut through the first shoulder strap, a breast is suddenly exposed.

I take a moment to enjoy the view. I’ve never wanted a woman before, but I want her. I want to touch her. I want to taste her. Heart pounding in my chest, I gently stroke her exposed breast. Her fur is almost invisible, and the areola and nipple are completely hairless. I slid my thumb across her nipple. The areola tightens, and her nipple perks up. Ri’xon stirs. I freeze, holding my breath. Please don’t wake up. I waited for several long moments. Silence. I cut the last shoulder strap, and pull the top down, exposing both breasts. What a beautiful view.

I dip a washcloth in the warm water and use it to gently clean Ri’xon’s exposed body. Starting with her neck, and slowly working my way down one side and then the other. By the time I finish, I’m flushed, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. I’ve never felt like this. Even the first time I saw a man nude. Her sides clean, I move to Ri’xon’s stomach, and slowly work my way up. Please don’t wake up. Things lower than my stomach tighten as I reach her beautiful breasts. I set the washcloth down and cup my hands in the warm water. I allow the liquid to slowly drip through my fingers onto both perfect breasts. At last, I gently use my fingers to scrub the dirt and mud away. It takes two hands to cup each one. I take my time, enjoying the feel, the weight in my hands. Only the thought of moving lower causes me to stop.  I use a washcloth to wipe the last traces of dirt away. After several long minutes, I regretfully covered her with a towel.

I can’t slide the remains of her outfit down her injured legs, so I need to cut the crotch strap. An aching curiosity fills me. I can’t just slide a pair of scissors down there. Right? I might nick her in a very tender location. I slide a finger under the strap. Just to protect her from the scissors. Then I slide the scissors along my finger. A few quick snips later, and the fabric pulls away. Exposing everything. I shudder at the sudden rush of pleasure. The already fine hair on Ri’xon’s stomach gets even shorter and thinner as it approaches the slit between her legs. I’m both excited and disappointed that there is so little to see. The outer lips hide everything else. It’s like a treasure chest waiting to be opened. Slowly, eyes on her face, I reach out with a trembling hand. I gently cup the curve of her body. Inner thighs warm the sides of my hand. All my senses are focused on my middle finger, as it rests along her slit. I’m so close to the treasure. Just a little pressure and my finger would slide in. What would happen if she woke up with my finger inside her? My courage fails me, and I quickly wipe the area clean and cover her with another towel.

What was I thinking? I’ve read enough sci-fi to know better. She could have an AI watching over her. If she was human, it would be considered sexual battery here in Louisiana. It could involve jail time! At least I think so? I don’t know anything about her culture. It could be a death sentence where she comes from. I’m also making huge assumptions about her physiology because she looks so much like us. God! What if she’s a robot designed to look sexy and helpless. Sent to test us. Fuck. That’s a real possibility. I wish I hadn’t thought of it.

Well, nothing to do but move forward. I’ll play my part and do my best to help her.

Both of Ri’xon’s thighs, and one ankle are broken. For a moment, I’m not sure how to proceed. I need to hold her down while I pull on her leg to set it. Thoughts of leather straps and rope fill my mind, but I dismiss them in favor of a much simpler solution. I climb onto the table, and straddle one leg, facing Ri’xon’s feet. It’s awkward, but I manage by threading one of my legs under Ri’xon’s other leg. In this position, the back of my thigh is, not-so-accidently, braced between Ri’xon’s legs. I lock my legs in place and pull. Ri’xon howls in agony. Literally. She howls her agony like an animal. After a long moment, the bone slides back into place.

I quickly tie an improvised splint in place, then turn around, looking into the eyes of the beautiful sobbing alien.

“That one is set. I’m sorry, there are two more breaks. Then I’ll bandage the bite and carry you to bed.”

“Please, I’d like food, preferably meat, and drink first. Then finish. If I have enough food in my belly, I’ll fall into a deep healing sleep, only waking up for food. In a few days I will be good as new.”

I went to the kitchen and returned with a two-pack of raw chicken breasts and a pound of cooked hamburger. All the meat that isn’t frozen. I help Ri’xon sit up enough to eat. She quickly wolfs both down. Unsure how drinking would work, I finally just filled a large bowl and helped Ri’xon lean over it. She doesn’t lap it up. Ri’xon sticks her snout in and sucks it up. Something like a straw. Then she licks the water off her muzzle.

Ri’xon says, “Thank you. Please bring me the green tablet in my backpack.” Once I return with the tablet, Ri’xon places her hand on it and speaks a few words in an alien language. The screen flickers red, then goes dark. “Place your hand on the screen to claim it.” says Ri’xon. Bemused, I follow her orders. The screen turns blue, then lights up. Ri’xon pulls it away, and flips through a few controls, before passing it back. Shocked, I stared at the screen. Most of the writing is now in English.

“It is an introduction to the galactic civilization. Consider it a thank you gift for the care you have shown. Be warned. It is in secure mode. It will not work for anyone but you, and it will shut down if anyone other than the two of us is in range. Browse it at your leisure while I sleep.”

She takes a deep breath. “Please finish before I lose my nerve.”

I climb back onto the table and get into position. With Ri’xon awake, I don’t dare let the towel “slip.” I enjoy the feel of Ri’xon’s leg pressed tightly against my pussy, even through my pants. I set the last break, enjoying the way she trembles against me. My panties go from damp to soaked in the few minutes required to finish the job. I clean the bite marks and wrap gauze around the wounds.

I carefully carry Ri’xon to bed. The smooth body, so sensual, so alien, and so very helpless makes me ache with desire. I can feel a line of liquid slowly dripping down my inner thigh.

I sit next to the bed, reading the tablet. Only leaving her side to grab a quick sandwich and something to drink. The information is well organized, and after a full day of study I feel reasonably comfortable with the situation.

Early the next morning, I head to town for some supplies. Ri’xon sleeps through most of the next day, only waking once for more food. When I asked her about the ship, and why she wasn’t following the approved procedure. Ri’xon explains about the damage, and the crash landing. That she must wait until someone else scouts the area, then she can send a message to them, though that could take years. As the situation becomes clear, I feel something dark inside of me smile.

Later that night, as I sit in the dark, I pull down the sheet and watch Ri’xon’s nude body in the moonlight. I can feel two paths in front of me. On one I have a future. Good friends, and a family. Everything I’ve always wanted. On the other path, I am alone, unable to allow anyone into my life. No friends. No family. No one. Except Ri’xon.

I enjoyed playing dominant games with my ex-husband, but this time I’m not thinking about BDSM. This is something completely different. I admit the truth to myself. I’m not thinking about anything consensual. I want to rape her. I want to hurt her. I want to break her.

I came to a decision.

For the first time, I deliberately chose the destructive path, not the logical one. The one that will end in my death, perhaps as soon as tomorrow. For all I know, she can stop me with the snap of her fingers. I may spend the rest of my life begging to die. Even if everything works out perfectly, I’ll always be just one small mistake from being discovered. I can see the headlines now. Real alien found in the hands of a sadistic rapist. I’d never survive the backlash.

It makes my stomach flutter with both anticipation and fear. I’ll take her, fuck her, bend her to my will, and then break her. A nervous chuckle escapes my lips. Ri’xon will be my literal pet. In every sense of the word! I spend a long sleepless night, planning for tomorrow. Enjoying every minute of it.

After feeding Ri’xon in the morning, I head to town. I talk to the owner of the cabin and begin the process of purchasing both it and the surrounding land, naturally this includes the pond. Then I call work, I explain that a personal emergency came up, and I must move to Louisiana. They quickly offered to let me work remotely, and I “reluctantly” agreed. Ah, the joys of being indenspable.

Then I spent some time in the pet store. After that I purchase a large utility shed and rent a trailer. My last stop is a hardware store. The sun is setting by the time I finish and return to the cabin. I leave most of the supplies in the trailer, and head to the bedroom.

I smile at the sight of the strange and beautiful being sleeping on my bed.

My Pet.