Authors: Carmella Jones
Scarlet wondered if this could be her out and make it possible for her to leave without being subjected to any more advances that she didn't want or ask for.
"Yes, it did," Scarlet replied, stammering slightly as she spoke for fear that Nerol might see through her lying. She wished she was a bit more confident in this situation, but unfortunately she was too paralyzed by fear from the sheer oddity of the circumstances that it still came across as weak.
"I'm sorry. This will be over soon," Nerol replied. Even if Scarlet was complaining that she was in pain, that didn't change the fact of his mission, which he would complete whether she wanted him to or not.
"Wait!" Scarlet interjected. "It only hurt because your hand is cold. Just . . ." Scarlet was a bit at a loss for words to try and tell Nerol how to fix the problem. His body was just comparatively cold to a human's body, by maybe ten or fifteen degrees, which was quite a big difference when Scarlet felt it against her hot skin.
Though Scarlet was at a loss, Nerol just decided that she could get used to the cold feeling. As long as it wasn't painful, and it didn't impede Scarlet's receptiveness to getting pregnant, Nerol wasn't going to be terribly concerned.
Now that he had Scarlet rather more cooperative than she had been just a few minutes before, Nerol pushed on and gently ran his fingers over the lips of Scarlet's entrance, and then slipped his fingers in. Compared to human fingers, they were much longer than the typical human finger, and wider as well. That being the case, Scarlet had to close her eyes and bite her lip as Nerol started thrusting his fingers in and out of her vagina, trying her best not to scream out in pain.
Despite the initial difficulty in coping, however, Scarlet soon was able to find herself falling into the rhythm of his movements and even begin to enjoy the way that he moved inside of her. Though Nerol was not overly concerned with Scarlet's comfort, he was concerned enough so as to try and make this as enjoyable as he could so long as she was cooperative. For that reason, she was at least able to cope with what was happening, and not shut down from it.
The fingering soon stopped, however, and Nerol began to move to the next phase. Because of the blanket, Scarlet couldn't see what he was doing exactly, but she could guess when his fingers slipped out and he started fumbling around as if to position himself. Before long, she felt a smooth, erect thing at her entrance which began to slowly push its way forward.
Scarlet closed her eyes so tightly that they began to water, and bit her lip down hard as Nerol pushed himself in and began to set up a steady pace, working his way inside of her. Though Scarlet was certainly not a virgin, she felt overwhelmed by how big, both length and girth wise, that Nerol was. The sheer size of him just made her want to scream.
Still, she bit her tongue and refrained from letting out a shout, though her hands went to his shoulders and gripped onto him tightly. Nerol took this as a sign of her being receptive, though Scarlet in all truth just needed something that could ground her to reality and prevent the pain from being too much.
Once Nerol established a steady rhythm with his thrusts and was going in deep every time, Scarlet did feel herself being drawn in by the pleasure of the experience, how his somewhat cold body felt when his pelvis met her clitoris with every thrust, and how he got deeper inside of her than any man she'd ever had before. Though it was painful at first, she began to feel her body open itself up to Nerol's as the pain was washed over with pleasure. Before long, those screams that she felt herself so desperately holding in became moans which she let freely spill from her lips.
Nerol continued his thrusting, though as he went on they became more erratic, and his hands started roaming over Scarlet's body, grabbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, then even wandering down to her clit and stimulating it with his fingers while he continued to thrust. Before long, everything went white before Scarlet momentarily tensed up as she felt the first orgasm she'd had in a very long time.
Following shortly after, the tightening of Scarlet's walls around his erection pushed Nerol over the edge as well, and he came inside of Scarlet. He didn't even pause or stop, rather he kept going, doing this process again and again until he had completely spent himself. Luckily for Scarlet, being as inexperienced as he was thanks to the lack of available females in his species, it didn't take him too long to spend himself.
When he finished, he pulled out of her and laid down beside of her, wrapping his arms around her possessively, as if to make sure she couldn't go anywhere. He drifted off to sleep right there, with an exhausted Scarlet soon following in his footsteps.
Chapter Three
When Scarlet awoke, it certainly wasn't her body's circadian rhythm deciding to gently bring her into consciousness. Rather, there were heavy footfalls on the metal flooring outside of the room that she was in which echoed loudly enough to cause her to be roughly jolted out of her slumber.
Before she could react to the noise, however, she felt Nerol hop from the bed. His loincloth was on once again. Either that, or he never actually bothered taking it off in the first place. Scarlet didn't really have time to consider that one way or the other, because he was walking over to the door of the room and barricading the door with a metal bar built into the side for that very purpose.
When the footfall stopped outside of the door, there was a brief knocking, then some god awful, guttural noises that Scarlet couldn't really understand, or even imagine what they came from. Following that, the knocking turned into a savage beating against the door, though brute force did little against the strong barricade.
While Scarlet was still trying to process the information before her, Nerol came over to the bed and lifted her up into his arms without saying a word. He lifted her as effortlessly as she would have lifted a porcelain doll, and he hoisted her over to the far side of the room, with the blankets still wrapped around her. He kept her close to his chest with one arm, while his free arm tapped on the titanium-like metal that the wall was made of. A deep reverberating sound resulted. Scarlet's brain still was not processing this information quickly enough to understand exactly what was happening or why.
The knocking that Nerol was doing against the wall was not some fruitless activity. The wall responded to Nerol's presence and the panels withdrew into one another like a door and Nerol walked inside the tunnel which was revealed with Scarlet, and he hurried onwards.
"What's-" Scarlet began, wanting to figure out from Nerol where he was taking her, and preferably why. Considering he had been so careful with her, she honestly believed that Nerol did value her comfort. Perhaps it wasn't the first thing on his agenda, but regardless of that, it was on his list of concerns.
"Quiet," Nerol quickly interjected, and the fast walk with which he had been carrying her turned into a sprint as he navigated the winding path of the halls, ultimately leading them to a small chamber with three pod-like capsules which stood open, as if politely waiting for someone to climb inside.
Scarlet, of course, remained quiet as was requested of her, but her mind was abuzz with questions. An opportunity to ask them never arose, however, as a loud hiss started coming from the vents of the room, and however fast Nerol tried to get to one of the pods, it seemed too late. Scarlet felt Nerol's body give out under her, and go completely limp, which result in her falling to the floor with nothing to catch herself on.
Nerol's large eyes were closed, and his body limp and motionless. Soon, Scarlet's body followed suit, her eyes slowly getting heavier and her body slowly pulling her into a deathlike sleep.
Chapter Four
Slowly, Scarlet's eyes fluttered open to an obnoxiously brightly lit room which made her already sore head pound. Beneath her was a cold, sterile, metal table without so much as a sheet to separate her bare flesh from the hard and icy surface. Nor did she have her purple blanket any longer.
Her skin was just a mass of raised goose flesh at this point, and as soon as she was aware of herself, she began to shiver. She had no memories after being knocked out by the gas, and supposed that this was the first time she regained consciousness since, though she had no real way to gauge the amount of time that had passed since that time. Nor did she honestly have a way to gauge the time that passed since her initial capture and being brought to this foreign place.
Soon the introspection came to a halt, and her awareness of her surroundings extended beyond the immediate discomfort of her present situation on top of the icy table to the voices that were surrounding her. These voices did not speak in a tongue which was in the least bit discernible to her--rather, this noise was as horrible as the noise she had heard in the room with Nerol when there came a banging on the metal door.
Scarlet, once used to the obnoxious lighting of the room, looked around to find several creatures that bore a resemblance to Nerol. They were all purple skinned with thick blue stripes, large eyes, elfish ears, and longish hair of frosty colors such as white or green, blue or purple. Their discussion became more animated, and Scarlet realized she was obviously the focus of their talking; she would have paid a very dear price to be able to understand what was being said about her. More about the breeding program, no doubt. But why was she here now? And what had been done with Nerol? Surely not all of these men would be taking her?
"Excuse me," Scarlet said in a dry and raspy voice. She must have been out for a good amount of time for her throat to protest so much at being put to work.
One of the men turned his head towards her. His eyes weren't like Nerol's at all. They were a frightening shade of yellow, and their intensity honestly disturbed her. She tried to inch away from him, but then noticed that her hands were strapped down to the metal table she woke up on. She couldn't move. This situation was even more hopeless than the one before. She was totally trapped.
The alien that turned to her began speaking in the awful guttural voice of his people, making Scarlet shiver. What was going on?
Before the alien went on for much longer, she heard a voice. "Turn on your translator, Metz," it said, and the one called Metz fumbled around with a black collar, much like the one Nerol wore. The collar around his that honestly looked like adornment more than some sort of tool, but its utility for this sort of situation was invaluable. Once he finished calibrating it, he began speaking again.
This time, the sounds issued from Metz lips were not those guttural growls, but rather coherent words, though as Scarlet listened to him, she almost wished that she couldn't understand him at all.
"I don't know what you've come to understand about your position here. I don't care, either. All you need to understand is that you belong to us now, and you'll do as you're told," Metz said gruffly, and he climbed on top of the table.
Scarlet closed her eyes tightly and tried to struggle against the bonds that held her. As much as she was afraid of Nerol at the beginning, she was significantly more afraid of this scenario placed in front of her.
"Wait, wait," Scarlet said shakily. "Where is Nerol?" she asked. Maybe when she first met him, she was reticent to do anything with him. Understandably so. To be dropped into a strange bedroom and taken by a foreign creature who just claims compatibility with humans? Anyone would hate that. Anyone would try to escape. However terrible that situation was, at least Scarlet built a rapport with Nerol somewhat. She didn't want to have to go through the same thing with another set of these . . . These things.
"Dead," Metz replied flatly, and Scarlet gasped.
"Why?" she demanded.
"It's not your place to ask, human," Metz responded coolly, and she felt his fingers go between her legs, and just clamped her thighs together as tightly as she could to prevent this creature from having his way with her unimpeded. He was much stronger than she was, however, and seemed to have no issues whatsoever with slipping his fingers between her tightly clamped thighs and getting to her clit.
Though in her encounter with Nerol, she had been much more responsive to his touch, she was just completely dry, and stimulating her in the least would be well nigh impossible at this point. Regardless of that, Metz didn't seem to bothered by it, and just roughly shove began to have his way with her. Before he could get far, however, there was a sound of alarms, and the whole congregation of aliens in the room ran out to see what the trouble was, leaving Scarlet alone in the cold room on the sterile table, presumably to freeze.
A few minutes creeped by, and Scarlet's anxiety really started to kick into full gear at that point. Were they not coming back? Or, before they did come back, was there some way she could get out of her confines and sneak out?
She tried pulling at the cuffs that bound her to the table, but they fit her wrist perfectly. There was no way that she would be able to get off of the table that way, but she could sit up, and so she surveyed her surroundings.
The room was unadorned with any sort of decoration. Only the necessities were present. That being said, the only two apparent things in the room was the table Scarlet was on, and something that looked akin to a control panel, with levers and buttons of all colors, shapes, and sizes present.
That control panel may very well have been the answer to her problem, being trapped on the table as she was. Unfortunately, it was at least two yards away, though even if it had been right beside of her, she wouldn't have been able to free herself in all likelihood. There was no way that she would be able to guess the right button to release herself from her bondage.
She couldn't muse on this for too long, however. The sirens had gone off, and the door opened for the room. She braced herself to see Metz and his gaggle of men, but instead there was a battered and bruised Nerol standing at the door. He was holding his arm as if it were injured as he stumbled inside and went to the control panel, pressed a few buttons, and the cuffs on Scarlet's wrists retracted into the table.
"Nerol, they said that you were dead," Scarlet said, unable to believe her eyes. Nerol wasn't dead, though he certainly wasn't in the best shape, either.
"You can't believe a word they say," he replied with a weak smile, and then he went over to Scarlet and handed her a mask. "Follow me, quickly," he ordered and put on a mask himself, then started shuffling with his injured legs towards the door, and then beyond that. They went down several winding halls until they were able to get back to the pod room. There was no hissing this time, or maybe she and Nerol just hopped into the pod too quickly for whomever released the gas last time to be able to do it again.
Once inside, Scarlet took the backseat while Nerol was in the front. He threw off his mask and quickly began working on the controls. With the practiced ease of a man who had done this a million times before, Nerol got the pod fired up and it was ejected from the craft that they had been on, and Nerol was piloting it into the wide vacuum of space.
"Nerol . . . What's going on here?" Scarlet asked, confused by all the commotion that she'd recently witnessed.
"You were . .. You were promised to be the wife of Metz, but instead I took you to be mine. Metz is considered a more ideal and virile specimen, and so you were to be given to him," Nerol replied. "But, I couldn't let him have you. Metz is cruel, and his cruelty would just be passed to the next generation."
"Oh. So, you just didn't want me to have his children?" Scarlet asked sadly, though she had to criticize herself. This was her rapist that she was talking to. It wasn't like she expected him to be some paragon of virtue and kindness, yet she still wanted to cling to the notion that he wasn't a bad guy. She realized that, having come this far and with no information on how she could possibly get home, she would be stuck with one of these aliens, and the one that had treated her the kindest was definitely Nerol.
"I didn't want you to be subjected to his violence either. My people are a warlike race, and so Metz isn't considered extraordinary by any stretch. But just because he is not an extraordinary case does not mean that he is all of the sudden suited for marrying a human woman," Nerol replied. Scarlet could hear the tension in Nerol's voice. His emotions were as easy to read as a human’s, though she didn't know if this was just another similarity that they shared between species, or if the universal translator could translate tone of voice as well as the words being used.
Scarlet was quiet at that, because she didn't know exactly what to say. This was too much to take in, and there were too many factors to consider. A part of her just wanted to accept Nerol's explanation for what it was and let herself just be content with him, considering he was probably the best she was going to get, but a much larger part of her just wanted to go home.