Alien Abduction - 06

Surrender

Ri’xon - Day 4

She stands in front of me holding a thin leather strap. After removing the muzzle, she loops the thin strap over my mouth and pulls it tight. She makes a few loops and ties it off. My jaw is held firmly shut. I certainly can’t speak or bite with my mouth sealed like this.

For some reason she hugs me. Her body pressed tight against mine. She caresses my back. My side. She whispers into my ear. “My naive little Pet, you have so much to learn. I’m going to enjoy teaching you.”

She steps away and lets out rope holding me up. “Lay down. On your back. Arms behind you.”

With no other option, I do as she commands. My bound arms make the position uncomfortable, and they force me to thrust out my breasts shamelessly.

I watch nervously as she sits down next to me and places a hand on my stomach.

“You enjoy exploring right?”

I cautiously nod my head.

She gently strokes my fur while speaking. “I’m going to do some exploring. You can either cooperate with my exploration…” She spreads her fingers, and suddenly latches onto my stomach, digging deep. “...or you can resist it.” She leans against me, twisting hard. The twisting pressure reopens several healing cuts. I moan and try to squirm away. With my mouth tied shut, and her weight pinning me down, she barely even notices. Her hand relaxes. I sob with relief.

She sits on my stomach, facing me. Her weight presses uncomfortably against the freshly re-opened cuts on my stomach, but after today, it’s easy to accept small pains. She looks at my breasts hungrily. In a moment, she has one cupped in each hand.

She is very gentle. Her fingers are soft and warm. They are also insistent. My nipples harden at her touch. She leans down and takes one into her mouth. I stiffen, expecting a bite. But she just spends a few moments sucking like a baby. I don’t understand. Why is she doing this? Breasts are for feeding babies. What does she think she is doing? What… What is my body doing? It’s reacting to her touch. Her tongue. I feel strange.

She stops and slides off my stomach. I almost feel disappointed. Has she triggered some ancient mother/child instinct?

Her hand slides down my stomach heading lower. When I realize she is heading for the area between my legs, I clamp my legs together. It forces her to stop. She looks at me. Her eyes promise pain, and I quickly spread my legs. She cups my crotch in the palm of her hand, still being gentle. For a moment I thought she was going to hurt me again.

She slides a finger into me. My heart lurches in shock. Even in the distant past, when prisoners were tortured for information, bodily violation was never permitted! I tremble, trapped between fear and rage. I want to scream ‘How dare you!’ but I know she doesn’t care what I think. I resolve to fight her. I can’t let her do this to me, even if it costs me my life! But… I don’t move. I don’t want her to hurt me anymore. I feel impotent. Powerless.

I know I’ll accept whatever she does.

Another finger joins the first, both stroke back and forth. She begins licking and sucking a nipple. She still isn’t hurting me. In fact… It feels good. I don’t understand. Especially when she leaves my breast, and slowly kisses her way down my stomach. Her fingers never stop. They slide around and around making wet noises. I didn’t know so much fluid was in there. Her thumb slides in. No, not in, along the top. Rubbing back and forth. Her fingers begin moving in and out.

Pressure builds somewhere inside of me. What’s wrong now? My mind feels strange. It’s like my body is in the driver's seat. Her fingers feel so good. I suddenly realize I’m purring. I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but I’m purring.

Her fingers leave me, and she lifts her hand away. I find myself arching my back up, trying to reach her hand. An unknown desperate need driving me. Whimpering for more. Her hand comes back down. Fingers moving back and forth, in and out. Warmth begins to fill me. It joins the building pressure.

Her mouth is suddenly there. Tongue licking and sucking. Her fingers are still sliding inside me. The building pressure becomes unbearable. I try to twist away, but she has me pinned in place. My cries come out as muffled whimpers between tied jaws. My writhing body throws her off. A moment later she is back. I buck and squirm, trying to... escape?

It’s a strange paradox. I can’t feel anything but her tongue. Her fingers. Her touch. Her warmth.

But, at the same time, I can’t feel anything but the building pressure. The heat. The unbearable all-consuming need.

Sudden intense pleasure explodes through my body. Pure overwhelming ecstasy. It goes on and on. A second? An eternity? It doesn’t matter.

I slowly come back to myself. Curled on my side. Lisa leans against me, her body shaking with laughter. The happy sound fills the room.

“You react so strongly. So beautifully. It must be something to do with your species. Perhaps that’s why you are so ignorant? Would your society collapse if people knew how much pleasure was a mere touch away? Would everyone spend all day fucking?”

She stands up, towering above me. “On your back.”

Exhausted, I roll onto my back. What just happened? What was that?

“Do you know what a dildo is? Because I’m going to use your snout as one.”

I shake my head. What is she talking about now? I try to make a questioning grunt, but she doesn’t respond. She wiggles out of her pants. What is a dildo? Shit. I hope this isn’t painful. She takes off her underwear and sits on my chest. Lisa’s musky scent is much stronger. Oh! It’s her crotch. I try to look away, but she grabs an ear in each hand and twists my head till I face straight up.

“It’s very simple. Just hold still and watch me.”

She scoots up. Before I can react, she sinks down on my face, burying my snout inside her.

The sweet and tangy scent is overwhelming. With my snout deep inside her, breathing is impossible. I struggle, but barely get any air. I panic, trying to squirm out from under her. She starts rocking back and forth. The movement creates a channel for air when she rocks all the way back. I never have enough air, but every time she rocks back I manage to breathe. A little anyway.

The movement is slow and steady. She throws her shirt to the side. Mistress plays with her nipples. One hand slides down between her legs. I close my eyes. I can taste her. Tangy and sharp. She rocks faster. Short on air, I feel dizzy. Is this how I die? Suffocation by her crotch? I can’t do anything else. Her movement becomes erratic. Her fingers move frantically. She moans with pleasure. Suddenly she collapses. I can’t breathe at all. The world fades away.

White hot agony burns between my legs. I can’t even scream because my mouth is still tied shut. That damn cattle prod is pressed to my crotch again.

“That woke you up. Next time you fall asleep on me, I’ll do something worse. Do you understand?” Damn her. She must know what happened, and she just uses it as an excuse to hurt me again. Somehow the fact that she doesn’t need an excuse makes it even worse.

I frantically nod yes to her question. She shocks me again anyway.

“It was so cute when my Pet arched her back, silently begging me to stick my fingers back into her pussy. That orgasm was amazing. You loved what I did to you. If you’re a good girl, I may do it again.”

I want to scream at her. I want to insist that I didn’t enjoy it. But, I can’t speak. And, even if I don’t want to admit it, part of me did enjoy it. What does that make me? I tried to get her to violate me again! What is wrong with me? Why did I enjoy it?

The rope pulls me helplessly to my feet, and she finally leaves. My tired breathing is the only sound in the room. I stand there, arms reaching above my head, forced to stand in one place. Everything feels unreal. Like the worst nightmare imaginable.

Time passes, and her voice keeps coming back to haunt me. Her vile accusations. She violated me, and I enjoyed it, or at least my body did. Damn bitch! I’ll never be her good girl. I hate her.

The sun is low when she returns. She picks up the cattle prod, then frees my muzzle and releases my arms. Between the cattle prod, and the chains still on my ankle, I don’t have any chance against her.

She orders me to clean the floor. I scrub urine and dried blood from where she tortured me. Once I finish she guides me to the bathroom and orders me to use the toilet. With her in the room! At first, I couldn't go in front of her, but eventually I managed to force myself. She lets me shower. Hot water runs down my body while I clean myself. After today, I should be covered in scars, but as always, my augmentation heals me rapidly and cleanly.

Back in the bedroom, Lisa orders me to the center of the room. She tosses a small pile of leather and metal rings, the muzzle, between my feet.

“Put the muzzle on.”

“Please Lisa, I can’t...” I trail off at her angry expression. A chill runs up my back. Shit! I didn’t call her ‘Mistress.' She wasn’t even upset when she caused so much pain earlier. I’ve got to fix this! Heart pounding in my throat, I try to make up for my mistake.

Thinking quickly, I say, “Mistress owns Pet. Mistress commands!” A flicker of amusement. I immediately picked up the muzzle and put it on. “Pet obeys Mistress.” It’s loose enough that I can still talk, though my words are slightly muffled. A predatory smile plays across her lips. I hope that satisfies her, but I don’t know if I’m out of danger yet.

“Put your arms behind your back and hold still.”

I obey, my hands trembling.

She takes out a pair of cuffs, and slides them up my wrists, and buckles them in place. I’m helpless. Again.

“Until I say otherwise, the only sound you can use is Mistress. It’s all you have, so learn to use it well. When you scream. When you beg. My name will come from your lips.”

My breathing quickens. Her smile is predatory as she struts towards me with a small knife in her hands. Instinctively, I retreat, and she follows. My back hits the wall, and she presses up against my trembling body. I shiver at her touch. She is so close I can’t see the knife.

Her breath tickles my ear. “Lay down on my bed. On your back.”

If I was the hero in a vid, I’d attack. We would struggle. Against all odds I’d somehow end up escaping with the knife. But, this is real life. I can’t use my hands or my teeth. She is bigger and stronger than me. If I surprised her, I might knock her down, but there is almost no chance of me doing real damage.

My reply is a trembling whisper. “Mistress.”

The only word I’m allowed to say. I lay down on the bed, trying to avoid thinking about the terrible knife in her hands.

She strips and climbs into bed next to me. I shift out of the way to give her more room, but she keeps moving closer until I’m trapped against the wall. Her nude body is a line of heat against my skin. She leans over me, face close to mine. Her brown eyes look deeply into mine.

My breath falters when she lays the cold blade against my skin. Between my breasts. I can’t look away from her gaze. The blade slides along my skin, around my breast. The pressure slowly increases. Sharp stinging pain, so appropriate for a blade, makes me choke back a whimper. The mere act of breathing makes it worse, but she cuts so slowly that holding my breath isn’t an option. She cuts a wandering slice up and around my breast until she stops at my nipple.

She licks along the cut, her tongue probing painfully along the groove. She makes another cut, like the first in my other breast. Her tongue explores the new cut, probing painfully inside the slice. She pulls back and kisses the tip of my nose. Her breath is heavy with the scent of blood. Starting at the inside edge of one nipple, she slowly cuts down the side of one breast and up the other. One long burning cut, she probes it with her tongue. The cut is almost painless compared to her tongue digging into the wound. I lay there, in silent pain while she continues licking and probing the wound with her tongue. When she comes up for air, blood drips from her chin.

“Amazing. You heal so quickly; the bleeding stops after just a few minutes.”

I hiss in pain when the knife presses hard against the beginning of the last long cut. The point digging deep. “Remember, ‘Mistress’ is the only sound you are allowed to make.”

She turns the knife sideways and slowly scrape along the long cut. I can’t keep silent any longer. “Missstressss! Miiiisssstrrrrressss!” I scream her name. Pure agony driving the cry from my throat. It’s more painful than her mouth. Much more painful than the original cut. More painful than anything else she has done to me. Warm blood fills the wound.

“Mistress!” I beg, “Mistress.” It comes out as a whisper. “Mistress.” I continue to plead, begging with just the tone of my voice. “Mistress.” She laps it up. Both my blood and my surrender.

After the bleeding stops, I feel the cold blade flat against my skin. I whimper out another pleading “Mistress.” and fall silent. For a long moment nothing happens. Then she releases the blade. She runs her fingers through the fine fur on my stomach. I say, “Mistress” again, this time trying to make it into a prayer of thanks.

“Good Girl.”

A few minutes later Mistress gets up and takes the knife with her. She leaves the door open behind her, and heads down the hallway towards what I assume is the kitchen. A few minutes later she goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

My heart pounds. The door is open, and escape is just around the corner. My hands and teeth are useless, but surely, once I’m free I can figure out a way to remove the restraints? I lick my lips, ready to make my escape! Any time now. Crap! I need to run NOW. This could be my only chance! What will she do if I try to escape and fail? I take a deep trembling breath. I’m not even going to try, am I? I’m weak. My eyes blur. So damn weak.

The water stopped running a long time ago. What’s taking so long?

I lay in bed, completely exposed. The blankets are so close, why don’t I reach for them? It would be so easy, and she didn’t tell me not to. Would she be angry if I covered up? Would she care? It’s not worth the risk.

The bathroom door opens, and she comes out wearing nothing but towels.

“Nothing like a long relaxing bath. Since you stayed where I left you, I’ll let you eat.”

She fetches another pair of bowls, food and water, and allows me to eat and drink. When I finish she puts the muzzle back in place.

“Get back in bed. Tonight, you’re my pillow.”

I climb back in bed, following her directions as she places me exactly where she wants me. I end up laying the wrong way across her bed. She pulls the bed just far enough away from the wall for one knee to fit. That foot is trapped uncomfortably under the bed. A leather cuff around my upper thigh is attached to the bed frame. My other leg is spread wide, almost like half a split. I’m all too aware how exposed my crotch is in this position. A short leash runs from my collar to the bed frame.

She turns off the lights and joins me in bed. I’m her pillow. Her head rests on my stomach. Please go to sleep. Please let this day end.

Mistress rolls on her side. Her hand glides up my leg. I close my eyes. I’m not surprised. This time she doesn’t immediately violate me. Her fingers dance up and down my slit. Gentle caresses and light tickling. That’s all she does. Her fingers stay outside my slit. Why does it feel good? I’m purring! Terrified at the realization that I disobeyed her, I immediately stopped.

“Mistress.” I plead. “Mistress.” I beg.

“Don’t worry Pet. I’ll allow purring.”

“Mistress.” I say gratefully.

Her fingers go back to work. With no other option, I lay there, trying to ignore her touch. Why does it feel so good? I’m purring again. Pressure begins to build. I remember how good it felt last time. The only thing that felt good all day. Her fingers soon have me gasping in pleasure. My mind is confused and angry, but my body just wants more. The pressure keeps building. Her fingers keep moving. One slides all the way inside. Her finger curls inside me, rubbing slowly. The building pressure is unbearable. I’m trembling. This time it’s not fear or pain. It’s an unbearable pressure building.

She stops moving.

I try to arc against her hand, but the strap holds me down. The best I can do is wiggling under her hand. I need to finish. My body wants more. It wants her to finish what she started. I just want this tension to end.

“Mistress.” I plead into the silent night.

With agonizing slowness, the pressure eases into a distant aching need.

Mistress’s fingers begin the dance all over again. Before long, she has me on the edge of release, and once again she stops.

I try to buck against her hand, but she just rides with me. The only sound is my frantic panting. I need release, but she doesn’t give it. Gradually the agonizing pressure ebbs.

Mistress starts all over again.

“Mistress.” I plead. “Mistress.” I beg. “Mistress!” I sob.

A finger slides inside. Her tongue joins it, and the agonizing pleasure slowly builds back up. Will she give me release? Last time she used her tongue, she gave me release from this unbearable pressure. “Mistress!” I whisper gratefully as release approaches.

Mistress stops. Not again! Please no. I was so close.

“Mistress.” I whimper.

“No, Pet. You exist to please me, and making my Pet beg to be violated is what pleases me tonight.”

She toys with me repeatedly. It’s an exquisite torment. First, she gives me unbearable pleasure. She takes me to the gasping trembling edge. Then she stops, and I’m forced to endure as the agonizing pressure slowly lessens. I truly want her to violate me. I need her to give me release.

I silently weep while she quietly snores. I hate her. But, I want her. What has she done to me? How does she bring me the edge of overwhelming pleasure? Why does it leave me feeling so frustrated and empty? What’s wrong with me! Why do I want her to violate me? Why didn’t I try to escape? Would I have made it? I’ll never know. What about next time? My mind shrinks back from the thought of angering her. She is terrifying. Like nothing I’ve faced before. I’m weak. That’s the humiliating truth.