Alien Abduction - 04

Lying

Ri’xon - Day 3

Her scent. A rush of fear brings me back to consciousness. The smell of her tangy yet sweet musk drying on my stomach explains why she straddled me. She marked me with her scent glands. She thinks I’m her property. Bitch!

I wonder how long I was out? It couldn’t have been very long. It’s still early morning by the sunlight streaming through the window.

The muzzle still covers my mouth, but I’m no longer laying down. I hang from the ceiling by my wrists. A rope connects the chain between my wrists to a simple block-and-tackle mounted on the ceiling.

Hanging there, I attempt to come to grips with everything. She is completely crazy! Even by the standards of her own people. What is this primitive going to do to me next?

My arms burn, and I stand on tiptoes as much as possible to give them a break.

The door slams behind me, and Lisa’s fresh scent assaults me. She walks into view. Her smile makes me shiver. Leaning against the wall, she watches me as she sips at the wineglass in her hand.

The silence, once so companionable, stretches. Fear pushes me to act. I finally ask, “What do you want, ‘Mistress.’” I snarl the last word in disgust.

“I want many things. Right now, I just want to enjoy the view of your naked body.” Crap, I forgot I was naked. My face flushes, but I can’t cover myself. I Lisa laughs, then swaggers up to me. She strokes her fingers down the side of my face. Then she forces me to look at her.

“You almost spoiled everything by choking yourself unconscious with your collar. You’re lucky I finished before you did. That’s the last time you’ll take the easy way out!”

The easy way out? Bitch!

“That lovely tablet you gave me claims that Kr'yndi can’t lie. Well, you can tell a lie, but your tail tucks down. It’s made you the ‘Most trustworthy species in the universe.’ I’m going to find out if that’s true or not by continuing our game. I have a whole week off work, and I’ll spend as much of it as I want hurting you. When you want a break just say ‘Mistress, your hair is blue’ without tucking your tail.”

My skin crawls, and a cold shiver runs down my back. Oh CRAP!

“Mistress, Please…” I begin. Lisa interrupts me by touching the cattle prod to my thigh. All thoughts of modesty forgotten, I writhe howling in pain. She places it between my legs. I thrash, knocking it aside before she shocks me. “You know how to end this.” It’s jammed back between my legs and she pulls the trigger. I scream hopelessly. After a long moment she pulls it away. Then she shocks my breast. The back of an arm. My feet. If I manage to dodge out of the way, the next shock lasts much longer. The worst part is her expression. She isn’t angry or upset. It reminds me of someone enjoying a relaxing book. Amused. Entertained. Content.

The sun slowly rises while Lisa tortures me. Time passes in a haze. At first, I begged and pleaded. I explained why I couldn’t lie. That it’s not simply a subconscious reaction, it’s completely instinctive. It’s controlled by our spinal cords, not our brains. Lisa ignores me. She shocks me again and again. Driven past my limits, I finally begin to scream “Mistress, your hair is blue!” over and over, trying my best to stop my tail, even though I know it’s hopeless. The pain doesn’t end.

The sun is high in the sky when she stops.

I hang there sobbing with relief. Without saying a word, she walks out of the room. A few minutes later she returns with a glass of water and a sandwich. I hang miserably before her. She watches while sipping her drink. After a minute she picks up her sandwich in one hand. Still chewing her first bite, she begins again. It goes on and on. I scream and beg. Words fall from my mouth. I promise anything. Everything.

The sun is setting when she finally stops. Exhausted, I hang limply from the collar, barely conscious. My strength gave out long ago. Suddenly the rope holding me up releases, and I fall painfully to the floor.

Before I can react, she removes the muzzle. The scent of raw meat attracts my attention. Two small bowls sit on the floor in front of me. Where did they come from? One is full of water, and the other is full of sliced meat. Gratefully I drink the water and awkwardly eat the meat. My bound hands force me to lick the meat out of the bowl and into my mouth. At least I’ve had something. As I lick the bowl clean, the rope suddenly pulls me back into position. Once again, my feet barely touch the floor, and she forces the muzzle back in place.