25.   Scarlett.

 

I don’t know how much time passed since I felt the sharp stings to my neck and legs from the tranquilizer darts.  I just slowly begin to realize that I’m awake, and really rather wished I wasn’t.  I am strangely cold, and then it dawns on me that I’m lying on my belly, on a hard floor.  The room’s very dark, but gradually I begin to make out shapes; one shape low on the floor before me is cousin Elektra.  I can tell she’s moving slightly.  She can’t move much, as she’s bound the same way I am; wrists chained behind back, ankles chained together, wrist and ankle chains somehow tightly connected, causing our bodies to be bent uncomfortably.  Besides chains we wear only heavy metal collars on our necks that are chained to something, which does not give.  I attempt to speak, then I realize I’m gagged by something that is held in my mouth by a leather strap tied around my head.

 

I grunt loudly into my gag and begin pulling with all my strength on my chains, hoping they’re meant to hold weaker creatures than I.  Just when I think I feel something giving, the door suddenly opens and we’re flooded with bright light.  Three bipedal creatures enter – that’s all I know being unable to see above their legs.  The collar around my neck is removed, and I’m dragged out by my chained ankles, across the hall into a similar room.  I hear Ele’s chains rattling, the remaining creatures apparently dealing with her.  Then the door is slammed shut and I hear no more.

 

The biped with me walks around to stand before my head.  I can see no higher than its knees.  Then I hear a familiar voice – the rat-face!

 

“Twice now you’ve threatened my life, embarrassed me before others with your sharp sword.  Now I’ll take my revenge, with a somewhat duller sword!”

 

With a couple of metallic sounding noises, the rat-face's leg coverings drop around his ankles right before my face.  He kneels, but still I can see no higher than his chest.  Then all of my attention is suddenly focused on the fur-covered phallus between the rat-face's legs.  I can’t take my eyes away as the tip of the gray-furred phallus opens and a knobby red shaft slowly slides into view.  It isn’t very thick, but is quite long and more than a little ugly.

 

The rat-face gives a strange laughing sound and says, “You know, forcing aliens of all types to please me sexually is a hobby of mine.  You wouldn’t be able to imagine all of the strange things I’ve put this ‘sword’ in.  Now where do I start with you?”

 

I’m no virgin, and, while I really rather wouldn’t have anything to do with that ugly red shaft, I don't panic.  Don’t tell Mom, but I’ve handled larger ones before.  Kneeling before my head as he is… I think I know what the rat-face covets, but I decide right then and there that regardless of the obvious risks I’ll maim the ugly creature.  Perhaps the rat-face senses my intentions, for he suddenly rises, walks behind me and unchains my ankles.  He kneels between my legs forcing them apart, and I feel the touch of his gloved hands.  I ready myself for an unpleasant entry.  Imagine my surprise when I feel the hot, knobby shaft suddenly starting to move in a direction somewhat different from that I’ve expected.  I grunt loudly into my gag as my tight sphincter muscle begins to be stretched.

 

As I feel the flesh to flesh contact, though it’s somewhat disconcerting, I know this is my chance.  With a sudden thrust of my psyche I enter the rat-face’s weak mind.  Within seconds he’s unknowingly used his keys to unlock my chains.  Once freed, I quickly knock him cold and swiftly open the door of the cell, his keys in hand, intent on rescuing my cousin.  In the hallway, something strikes me hard from behind.  Already losing consciousness, I wonder what’s happening to Ele.  I’m sure that the next time I open my eyes, I’ll once again be bound, likely naked before Bubba… perhaps to be pronounced a slave!

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