Alien Abduction - 03

Morning

Ri’xon - Day 3

Deep ravaging hunger twists and claws my stomach. The hunger of hibernation healing is impossible to ignore. On the plus side, my legs barely ache, and my side doesn’t hurt at all.

Lisa’s musky scent comes to me. Her sweet and tangy smell is strange, but after the last few days, it’s comforting. She sits in a chair next to me. Reading the tablet in the early morning light.

“Good morning! I feel much better today. Thank you for taking care of me. I hate to ask, but I’m very hungry. Please, do you have anything I can eat?”

The sheet falls when I sit up. I’m naked! I yank it back up. Clothing. I need clothing! Lisa must have undressed me. Of course, she did. She couldn’t tend the bite through my clothes. Necessity before modesty. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed, but my face heats anyway. I turn away in shame. It’s a long moment before I can bring myself to look at her again.

When I do meet her eyes, my blood freezes in my veins. My ears swivel, focusing on the predator in the room. Something in her eyes. Her movement. Her smile. She's the hunter and I’m the prey. My heart pounds, and my stomach twists with fear. Every instinct I have screams in warning. Don’t move. Hide. Hope someone else attracts her attention. At that moment, I know this species isn’t ready.

Lisa smiles. “Morning Pet. Call me Mistress.”

Little changes jump out at me. Lisa’s chair. It should be close enough to touch. Now it’s out of reach. The bedside window isn’t simply closed, a thick translucent material covers it. Lisa holds a white rod in one hand. It’s clearly some kind of weapon. When will my run of bad luck end? What have I fallen into this time? I reach up to my neck with a shaking hand. An uncomfortably tight pressure tells me what my fingers will find. A collar. A rope.

The tablet! I shout a command, activating its emergency defense measures. The primitive will regret restraining me!

Nothing happens.

What? She’s still conscious? It’s in her hands! The response should be immediate! What’s going on?

I shout another command, and nothing happens.

Lisa smiles. She flips the tablet around. Both sides are the same smooth shade of green. “It’s just a piece of plastic, painted the same color as the tablet. Do you really think I’ll ever allow you near a piece of your technology again? You already demonstrated its voice control.” She’s right. Nothing of mine is in sight. How could I have been so stupid!

My fur stands up and I growl menacingly. “Your primitive technology is worthless compared to mine! If you don’t release me at once, you will die!”

She says, “I keep thinking... While I could easily slaughter a caveman with modern weapons, without them, I’d be practically helpless. Have I successfully disarmed you? I’ll know soon enough.”

Lisa lunges forward. The pronged white rod slams into my stomach. Electricity crackles and the scent of ozone fills the air. I scream at the sudden pain and jerk away, my muscles twitch uncontrollably in the wake of the shock. It’s an electric probe. She jabs it into my side. Another crackling surge of pain. Desperately, I try to get out of range, but she shocks me again and again, trapping me in the corner. Unable to escape the painful shocks I curl into a helpless ball, howling in fear and pain.

It stops. I feel her breath in my ear. “What do you call me?”

I’m the predator here! My sensitive ears tell me exactly where she is. Reacting instantly, I clamp my jaws around her neck. “Dead!” I snarl through my teeth. I try to jerk my head to the side to rip out her throat, but she grabs my jaws in her hands and collapses on top of me. Her weight pins me in place, but she can’t force my jaws open. Coppery blood trickles into my mouth! I try to scratch and claw at her, but my hands are trapped under her weight. I can’t do real damage. I focus on the bite. Hold on. Keep the pressure on. She shifts her position. Suddenly all her weight is on one knee, driving air from my lungs. Pressure crushes down between my breasts. I feel lightheaded, but bite down desperately. Everything slowly fades away.

Someone shoves my head to the side and heavy straps press against my face. For a long moment I’m confused. Is this a dream? Lisa! That’s a muzzle! Crap! I try to push her away but find that my hands are locked behind my back. Handcuffs? Double Crap! I had her in a perfect throat hold and she still beat me!

I feel her breath in my ear. “What’s my name?” Her horse voice brings a smile to my lips. My confidence returns. I can’t bite right now, but I almost had her. I’ll get another chance.

I don’t remember what she said to call her, it was a word I’d never heard before. It doesn’t really matter though. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. I glare at her. The fresh blood dripping down her neck widens my smile.

“Bitch!” Thankfully, the muzzle doesn’t prevent speech.

A hand clamps on my snout, holding my jaws shut, preventing further speech. Only when I try to twist away do I realize just how completely helpless I am. I’m still in bed, but now my feet are cuffed together, and attached to the foot of the bed. My arms are handcuffed behind my back. The collar, completely forgotten in the heat of the moment must be attached to the head of the bed. She easily holds my jaws shut with one hand. The other comes into view holding the electronic probe.

With chilling speed, my confidence deserts me, and I become prey. I try to speak, to apologize, to beg. All that comes out are grunts through the vice-like grip sealing my jaws shut. A shiver of fear rushes across my skin as the probe encounters my thigh. For a moment nothing happens, then pain explodes from the contact points. My leg locks and I writhe in agony.

The probe comes to rest on my breast. The forked tips resting on either side of my nipple. Panic claws at my mind, and I try to escape. My panicked flailing causes my breasts to bounce, but she doesn’t let the probe break contact. After several panicked minutes of useless struggling, I force myself to hold still.

“This cattle prod comes highly recommended. Instead of a cheap toy or stun gun, it’s designed for ranchers that deal with bulls weighing 2,000 pounds or more on a daily basis. You don’t want to stun a bull that big. You just want to make it move, so it doesn’t incapacitate or cause serious damage... Just pain. Lots of pain.”

“Are you ready, no eager, to address me properly?”

I frantically nod my head. I’ll call her whatever she wants!

“Good.”

Then pain lances through my nipple. It goes on and on. I can’t escape! I can’t pull away! When it stops, I just lay there. Drained. Terrified.

A nod means yes doesn’t it? Didn’t I give the answer she wanted? Why is she doing this? What does she want?

That’s stupid. I know what she wants. Technology. My ship. Thoughts flicker faster and faster. She plans to torture the information out of me! If she is willing to go far enough, she will break me, it just takes time.

My breath catches in my throat when I feel the probe come to rest between my legs.

“Don’t say a word.” Her hand releases my mouth. I lay there silently. Listening to my own fearful breathing and pounding heart. She smiles that same predatory smile.

“Good pet. You indicated that you are eager to address me properly. In a minute I’ll give you a chance. I want you to understand something first. Addressing me properly isn’t going to stop the pain. I’m going to shock you again. For much, much longer. There is nothing you can do to change that. Do you still want to address me properly?”

Thoughts flutter through my head like a panicked flock of birds. I don’t understand! Why hurt me after obeying? That makes no sense! I start to refuse, but the truth stops me. Saying ‘Yes’ only costs pride and saying ‘No’ will surely cost pain. Looking at it that way makes things very clear. I bury my pride and answer her question.

“Yes, but... I don’t remember… What do I call you?”

“Call me ‘Mistress.’”

Unable to tear my gaze away from her predatory eyes, I humiliate myself for her amusement. “Mistress.” I say, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.

“Good girl.”  Lisa says, and pats me on the head. “Do you know what ‘Mistress’ means?”

I shake my head.

“Mistress means owner. I’m your owner, and you are my property.”

Then she triggers the cattle prod.

Pain explodes between my legs. Sharp daggers of agony radiate out from its touch. Instinctively I try to curl into a ball, but the collar digging into my neck prevents the protective movement. Uselessly thrashing, desperately trying to escape the endless pain, I scream. She drinks in my agony. Without allowing even a moment of relief, she slides the prod up my twisting and jumping stomach, maintaining contact the entire time. By the time it circles a breast she is straddling me.

I’m barely aware of anything except the explosion of agony slowly moving over my body. Even my own screams are distant. I’m vaguely aware of her weight settling against my writhing stomach. Where are her pants? I no longer really care.

She uses my body as canvas, and the cattle prod as her paintbrush. She draws simple patterns in pain. Invisible to my eyes, but pain makes the contact point blindingly bright and leaves a slowly fading trail behind it. It drifts down to my belly button and begins to move faster in spiraling circles. My stomach flexes against her. Both from my mindless struggling, and from the unnaturally rigid locking of muscles she causes with each movement of the cattle prod.

Even the pain begins to feel distant. I welcome the darkness when it swallows me.