Slave in a New World Ch. 02byLadynStFreknBed©
As I lay on the bed, thinking about all that has happened to me, I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching my husband being killed by these stark, creepy aliens seemed like a horrid nightmare. It still didn't feel real. I should be enraged, but I don't feel anything. It's like if I got angry, I'd have to admit that it really happened. I'm not ready to do that yet.
I fell asleep while I was replaying my time with Jim. Jim seemed to be a caring person caught in the same situation that the other women and I now find ourselves. We are captives on a strange planet with no real hope of ever regaining any semblance of our lives on earth. A vast sea of space separates us from anything we've ever known. The only thing left to do is to survive. With quiet resolution to survive and remain strong, I drifted off to sleep.
I was awakened by the shorter creature. She startled me awake when she touched my shoulder. I assume she must be our equivalent of a wife, but I see no gender difference between her and the taller one who claimed me from what I assumed was an auction.
Using her slender hands, she guided me to sit up and handed me a bowl. In the bowl was a green, grain-like substance. She scooped up some with her finger and put it to my lips. I turned my head. I had no desire to eat. I knew that eventually I would have to eat, but I was feeling tormented and my head was reeling. I just wanted to be left alone.
"Please? Please, eat for me." I heard her voice say inside my head.
I tried to lie back down and ignore her. This creature, who had previously been so kind, grabbed my arm and forced me to my feet. She shoved the bowl at me. A demanding "EAT" echoed in my brain. How dare she try to force me to do as she wants when she wants considering what her people have done to mine? I slapped the bowl out of her hand.
She grabbed me by both my arms and threw me onto the bed. The taller alien came rushing into the room. He shoved the smaller creature onto the floor. He hovered over her and with fury, slapped her across her face.
"See what you've done?" her voice whispered in my mind.
She scrambled to clean up the spilled food. The taller alien rushed over to me and inspected my arms. There was already some bruising where she had grabbed me. He gently rubbed the area, and I flinched. He ran his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes seemed almost sad.
"I'm sorry." I heard him say before he turned and watched the shorter one leave with the bowl.
Once she left, he touched my shoulder. I flinched again, not out of pain, but of uneasiness. He took his hand away and left the room.
I sat on the bed and cried. I felt completely overwhelmed. I curled up on my bed and let myself cry it out. I didn't want this life. This is no life, being at the mercy of two ungodly creatures. I wanted my husband back! I sobbed for what was probably hours.
I decided that in order to maintain some sense of sanity, I needed to use my head. In the past, humor had always helped me cope with difficult situations. If I could only find a way to use humor to get me through this, I can survive.
I also decided to think of names my captors. I know they can read my thoughts, so I have to choose carefully. I couldn't call them "Bitch" and "Perv." I wouldn't want to see their reactions to such names.
My thoughts were interrupted when the smaller alien entered. I watched her carefully. She sat on the bed next to me and handed her a rag. I graciously took it from her and cleaned my face, which was a mess from my crying. She watched me as I wiped my eyes and nose.
I looked into her eyes. She had such sad eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she said.
Maybe it would be smart to try to talk to her. I need her on my side. I looked into her eyes and thought, "I'm sorry you got hurt."
"Thank you," she said. "Would you like something to eat now?"
"No, I really don't." There was an awkward pause between us. She got up and left the room.
I decided to try to venture outside of the room. I was wondering what they do when they aren't in my room. I crept to the door and peeked out. I didn't see either of them. I inched my way out of the room and looked around the corner into the front room that seemed to be like a kitchen. I withdrew my head quickly when I saw they were both in there.
The taller alien was sitting in the chair. His wife was on the floor at his feet. I carefully took another look. She was wiping his legs and feet with a rag. After a few minutes, he shoved her away from him. She fell backwards. She looked at him and then got up and fetched a bowl. She handed it to him. He grabbed the bowl from her and ate a brown, mushy food with his fingers.
While he ate, she prepared another rag. She kneeled at his feet, watching him. When he was finished, he handed her the empty bowl. She took the bowl and set it to the side. He held her hands out to her. She meticulously cleaned his fingers with the rag. He withdrew his fingers from her and inspected them.
He must not have been pleased, because he slapped her across the face with such force that it knocked her over. I had to cover my mouth to stop a gasp from being heard. She sat back up and quickly wiped his fingers again. I retreated back to my room. I now had my names for them, "Mister" and "Celie."
I climbed back onto the bed and laid down. Lying on my side, I watched the doorway. My room was always dim. With no windows in the entire house, there remained a constant dimness. It wasn't long before Mister entered my room. I had a new fear and hatred for Mister, but I didn't want him to know it. I tried to keep my mind blank and focused on wondering what he wanted.
"Lie on your back," he said. His voice was kind, but there was a new sense of authority in it. Maybe that was my new interpretation of his tone after witnessing how he treats Celie.
I turned onto my back. He stood next to my hips. He traced the side of my face with one finger. He ran his finger down my neck. Then, he slid the hand under my shirt and onto my stomach. I froze with fear. He slid his hand up to my breasts, fondling each one in turn. He took my nipple in between his fingers and pinched it. I just laid there, motionless, trying to block out what he was doing to me. I wanted to push his hand away from me, but I was afraid to fight him.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and panties and pulled them off of me. I turned my head so I couldn't see what he was doing. I was just wishing that I wasn't there. In the doorway, I saw Celi standing there watching us.
Mister covered my pussy with his hand, pushing and rubbing his palm against me. He ran his finger along the contours of my femaleness. His finger found my clit and I gasped. He gently rubbed my clit. I fought off a moan and my muscles tensed. I tried to think of anything else but what my body was feeling. All I could think about was watching him hit his wife. I didn't want to be next.
While pressing on my clit with one hand, he slipped a finger from his other hand into me. I let out a cry. I tried to move away. He leaped onto the bed and held me down.
"Don't you dare move!" the voice in my head commanded.
I laid perfectly still. I looked over at Celie. "Please don't move. He'll hit you," I heard her say in my mind.
He released the grip on my arms and lowered himself to my hips. He pressed my legs open. With one hand, he fingered my pussy. With the other hand, he massaged my clit. I never took my eyes off Celie.
His long finger inserted into my wetness was moving slowly in and out of me. Then, he increased the speed and force of penetration. Soon, he was pounding my pussy with his finger. He fist beat into me. I wondered if he was mimicking what he saw Jim do with his cock. I couldn't help but moan. My body responded under the relentless sexual assault.
As my wetness increased, I felt betrayed by my own body. I caught myself trying to push away. Without stopping, Mister turned and looked at Celie. Celie approached the bed and held me down by my arms. She didn't look at me.
Mister teased my clit, continuing to finger me with his other hand. He rubbed and pressed on my clit. I began to whimper and tried to close my legs. Celie turned to face Mister. She leaned on my stomach, grabbed my thighs, and pinned them to the bed. My legs were spread wide, exposing my pussy as much as possible
When Mister rubbed my clit again, I whimpered as I came. My pussy tightened onto his thrusting finger. Mister stroked my clit as I whimpered and trembled. Celie let go of me and rushed out of the room. Mister closed my legs, holding my knees tightly together. My pussy was still throbbing. I avoided eye-contact with this monster.
He stood there, holding my knees. I just wanted him to leave me alone. He let go of my knees and grabbed my chin, turning my head to look at him.
"Good girl. Fight me next time and you'll regret it." With that, he pushed my chin away.
He left the room. I turned to lie on my side, curled up, facing away from the door. I hugged my knees to my chest. I felt cold rage. I wanted to kill Mister.