6. Female Wanted
SIX
FEMALE WANTED
Syasku
Time passes—days, weeks—I am no longer certain as one thought turns into a thousand more.
Coiled in the corner of a large steel room, the constant white noise from the crisscrossing pipes and vents far above me makes it hard to hear anything else.
On the wall to my left is a steel door I am unable to reach. To my right there is nothing, and across from me is a mirror, a large one that doubles as a wall itself. I sometimes hear humans on the other side of my reflection, conversing about me.
The female, Vivian, was right. Escape will not be easy. Getting past endless metal walls and armed humans might be harder than I anticipated.
Now that I am awake most of the time, I have realized nothing around me is remotely familiar, especially the smells. If I can manage to get my restraints off, and away from Urssssula and her pests, I would not know which direction to go. I am in a giant machine in the sky.
Earth is unreachable.
Sedation and sleep at least made the time pass faster.
The chains attached to my bands do not let me move far, especially the one attached to my collar, and when I do resist my captors, mostly out of boredom now, I am flooded with endless waves of shocking pain, pain that I am unable to fight or think through, stunning me inside and out. These new weapons are something I am not accustomed to. Their shock rods from before lasted for a couple of excruciating seconds while their shock bands lasted for hours.
But even electricity is preferable to the torture I am made to endure. Sedation, paralysis, shock weapons, and scalpels do not hold a flame to the agonizing pressure of my engorged prick. The band around it has been removed, but the pain remains.
Zapped with electricity, I release a frustrated hiss as my eyes shift to the door.
I smell them.
Urssssula.
Ursula and her latest female.
My hands are pulled and pinned to the wall, the chains tugged into the recesses within it. The electrical current increases as the locking mechanism on the security door gives way. The two females appear shortly after, Ursula followed by a woman in a shiny black robe that ends at the middle of her legs. It is easy to assume she is bare underneath, as I can smell her slit within seconds of her being here.
Chemicals. She reeks of chemicals.
They approach, stopping at the center of the room. Ursula scans me, her cold gaze dissecting me for anything new—all the while never seeing me at all. At first, I did not cooperate with her because of indignation and rage; now it is out of entertainment and spite.
Next to her, the female in the robe shudders.
She is younger than the last three. Light brown hair tied up at the top of her head, her face is clear of injury, and her eyes are wide. Fear takes over her expression when she realizes how large I actually am and how easily I could kill her. Yet, despite the fear, there is also resignation.
“Maybe this one will appeal to you?” Ursula suggests, looking down at the screen in her hand. “Go on, drop your robe and approach him,” she tells the woman without looking up, clearly uninterested in offering her any comfort. “He can’t hurt you.”
“I… I don’t know…”
Ursula sighs. “Take off your fucking mask.”
I silently growl at them.
Because she is right. I will not hurt the female even if my chains were slack. Like Vivian, all of them have the scent of fear about them. They are made to be here, whatever their circumstances are, they are afraid—desperate.
I have no interest in hurting females or getting involved.
Except Ursula.
She will die with my hands around her neck.
She walks out of the room without warning—as she does—abandoning the woman in the room with me. By the time the female realizes she is locked in and that Ursula is not coming back, her courage has flown.
I sense Ursula behind the mirrored wall by the time the frantic banging on the door stops and the female turns back to face me, deciding what she is going to do. I do not envy her. She has been tricked or coerced. I do not know what Ursula tells them to make them come here, and based on their reactions when they first see me, they were not fully aware of what awaited them.
One chose to huddle in a corner, frozen in terror. One tried to talk to me. Another approached and tried to touch me. They are each given their time, and as their desperation sinks in and nothing they do works, they are taken away, never to return.
There is no chance with me. Not anymore.
I know better than that. And since all Ursula does is take , I expect that that is what she is planning the moment one catches my attention.
Vivian had caught my attention, held it, and the way she smelled familiar…
My nostrils flare as I push the memory away. Now she is gone too, and my prick aches having been allowed to return to the sheath of my tail. Because of her soft brown eyes, her voice, her interest in me…
My erection reemerges.
Yanking my arm forward to loosen the chain, I run my blistered palm up and down my shaft. Hardening further, I groan out a hiss.
I felt her grip me as I tried to remain conscious, ruthlessly pushing my shaft back inside me.
But Ursula’s cold hand replaces Vivian’s, and I tear mine away, letting my throbbing erection drop. Disgust fills me as my seed releases anyway.
After Ursula’s touch, I do not know how I can find any human appealing.
The female remains frozen in the center of the room, staring at me. My gaze flicks to hers, and when our eyes meet, her brow furrows and her focus shifts to my prick. Dangling from her fingers is her mask.
Annoyance grips me. The ones that remove their masks are the worst.
The female shudders and takes a half-step back.
I close my eyes and settle my coil to the floor. As I do, I hear her shuffle to the far wall.
Eventually, she will not be able to resist coming closer. Stuck in here with me… my body straining with the need to mate… my pheromones thick in the air, unable to escape, and invading her senses…
She will fight it for a time, perhaps she will last for days, tiring without food, and when she is weak, hungry, and thirsty, she will approach, desperate with arousal.
She should have kept her mask on.
“Do… you have a name?” she asks gently, already seeking comfort.
Settling deeper into my tail, I ignore her.
She is not the one I want.
Sleep grips me, and for a time I am content to be unaware. I do not have to expect an attack from another naga or wild animal here.
When I awake, the female has moved closer. Back in the center of the room, she is trying to talk to me, while her eyes move over my still-exposed prick. I peer at her with hooded eyes, inhaling her cloying scent. The chemicals have faded into a feminine musk.
She is not diseased or broken. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. She is utterly insignificant, and I will ensure she leaves this room alive.
Still, as I take in her shaggy shoulder-length brown hair and now partially open robe, I would have once happily taken her to my nest not that long ago. But looks can be deceiving. I would have accepted Urssssula back on Earth.
I have learned.
“Can you understand me?” the female implores quietly.
There is a sheen in her eyes, a blush to her cheeks. I unwillingly inhale her arousal with every breath. My appendage tightens, and I realize resisting it weakens me. I will have to stomach the food that is brought to me the next time it is offered to regain some strength.
When she catches me looking at her, she lowers into a crouch and makes her body smaller.
“You do understand me…” She says the words with awed curiosity, her eyes flicking to my middle once more. “I’ve never seen an alien like you. I didn’t know something like you… existed.”
I close my eyes and shut out her voice.
I hear her shift closer as she tries to get my attention, and as I continue to ignore her, the louder and more frantic she becomes.
Sometime on the third shift, she tears off her robe and begs me to fuck her while trying to climb on top of me. I push her away with my tail and, realizing that I do not care about her misery, she crumples into a sobbing ball, passing out soon after.
She did not last long.
Two armed males retrieve her unconscious form and carry her away.
Relief settles in—I will finally have some time alone—but Ursula walks in with another woman, wearing the same shiny black robe as the one before.