I had been running so fast that when the Kull hit me from behind, we went down in a twisted mass of long limbs and longer hair. I had lost the tie to my waist length braid hell knows where, probably miles back. And this Kull's hair was pretty long to, held back only enough to keep his eyes free. Kind of hard to be all berserker warmongering if you can't see from the hair in your eyes, I figured in that insane way one can sometimes go all analytical and fact figuring at the weirdest of times.
Then we were rolling over and over in that pretty clearing. And I could hear the softly comforting sound of the creek gurgling lazily over the rocks. And the damn birds chirping cheerfully. And it all pissed me off in this vague, back of my mind way.
I had this distant thought that it was a damn good thing this Kull never used his weight on me the dozen or so time we were rolling across the meadow clearing. Because he was at least twice my weight and could have easily crushed me. Hell, he was over a foot taller then me! He was seven foot something easy.
And then we stopped rolling, with me on top. And I erupted into a desperate battle to wrench free of the two arms that had clamped like steel around my body.
I couldn't claw at him. He had my arms trapped between us.
I screamed my rage and desperation, and tried to knee him. Fuck me, no holds barred here! I don't think it's very nice to knee a man in the jewels, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation. I had never been coached on the etiquette of first contact with an alien race. And considering that this alien had me trapped on top of him, with a very obvious and rather alarmingly sized erection pressing into my belly my only thought was to get the fuck gone! And I didn't care how much damage I had to cause to be up and running like hell again!
When I tried to knee him, he snarled and rolled us over. And suddenly my chance for escape seemed to drop instantly to right, maybe in your dreams!
Because I couldn't even move, not so much as a wriggle. I had over a quarter ton of male on top of me. And that was more then enough to easily keep me where he wanted me.
He trapped both my wrists in one big hand, slamming them down against the earth up over my head, high, hard and tight. Then used his free hand to rake and push my wildly swirling hair away from my face. I guess he wanted a good look at what he had captured.
He grinned down at me with feral, rapacious pleasure, and jerked my captured wrists up even higher over my head.
I glared up at him with furious, impotent rage. And the bastard laughed at me.
"Pretty little slut." He rumbled.
He spoke English. That scared the shit out of me. It meant they weren't here just randomly. They knew enough about Earth to learn our language. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how they had. I hoped it was all science fiction done via computers or some other version of alien technology. Because to think they had maybe been taking people from earth for God alone knew how long to learn our language was not a comforting thought.
Why was this happening to me? I was a junior in college. I wasn't up for dealing with this. I wanted to write for my life. I was working towards an English degree, thinking I wanted to work at a publishing company until I was good enough at writing to pay my way doing that. I was carrying a minor in minority studies. But an alien race was a much different subject then say the Latino community or the Native American nation.
He dropped his lower body to settle heavily between my sprawled thighs and my eyes went wide and everything I was stupidly thinking about left my mind.
How the hell did he run so fast, assuming he had that the entire time? Because he was hard already, when he tackled me from behind.
I bucked up violently, having some crazy stupid idea of trying to throw him off. I'd have had better luck trying to move a fucking lightening dropped tree for all the good it did me.
He liked it though. It made him shudder in a way that vibrated that massive body against mine.
He literally purred down at me. "Do that again."
"Like hell!" I yowled. "Get off!"
"So you can try and kick me where you kicked my pack mate? I think not girl."
I was a woman facing a man she knew instinctively was stronger then her. That point was a total no brainer. An absolute given. The man had a foot at least over me in height and probably weighed close to twice what I did. So I was a bit reeling at this point.
None of this was normal. First of all we had the whole, hey alien, first contact thing here. And then add to that the whole this alien is on top of me and alien or not I know a fucking hard on when it's pressing against my belly!
So I responded as normal. I panicked and I went wild. Fighting and jerking and trying to get free like a spitting little Irish hellion wildkatt. I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and that I was just exhausting myself. But I wanted him off me so desperately. I knew I was a tiny, tasty bit of prey to a great big, fierce predator. There was no room for my thinking mind to tell me that I couldn't win this. I just went all primal, fighting like hell!
I'm from Earth. I couldn't wrap my mind around the ways of the Kull. I had no clue. No idea. And thus, no chance.
I just went totally, animal wild. Nothing in my mind beyond the fact that I was the prey of something much bigger and stronger then me. I knew that much. I knew from the start I wouldn't, couldn't win. Some people just play dead at that point. And some go feral wild, like a simple mindless beast with one leg caught in the vicious teeth of a steel trap, a creature willing to chew that leg away to try for freedom.
During those long, sweaty moments I learned that I wasn't one to play dead and give up.
I fought him so hard. He wasn't of my world. He wasn't human. And I just let go and fought him like a pure animal. I let go of what my society expected of a civilized woman.
I fought him with the part of me that had always remained submerged because I had never needed it. Never had to fight off a mugger or rapist, never had a boyfriend suddenly lose his temper and try and hurt me. I have never had to fight anyone before.
I remember thinking in this dazed way, hey I'm actually kind of good at this, too bad he weighs twice what I do. If only he was my size and weight...and then the knife was flashing up over us, silver and shiny.
I screamed protest to the beautiful, cloudless blue sky. I wasn't going to beg this alien bastard for mercy. Nobody gets out alive. I guess today was my day to really learn that.
And the knife came down, slamming hilt deep into the hard soil over my head.
"Fuck!" I snarled, screaming again, the adrenalin shock when the knife connected with the ground rather then my heart nearly doing me in. "You chicken shit son of a bitch!" I howled.
He had slid his belt off while we wrestled and managed to snag it tight around my wrists. The knife that drove down, pinned the free end of that belt, and thus my wrists, to the ground over my head. And that ground was stone hard dry. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, no escape there. And I couldn't pull the knife out of the earth he'd punched it so deeply into.
"God damn it you fucker!" I shrieked, kicking out at him wildly as he flipped lithely to his feet.
I didn't connect. And he stood there just out of reach of any kick attempts, grinning down at me.
God those silver eyes were pretty!
I yelped and banged my head sharply against the hard ground. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was all bondage babe pinned to the ground and yet thinking, hey wow, my rapist dude has really pretty eyes!
"Stop it!" I spat. "You're doing something to me. Just fucking stop it you jerk! You're twice my weight and over a foot and a half taller. And I'm pinned to the God damned ground. Stop doinghatever the hell you're doing!" And then of course that insane, yep, here's a trait that evolution is gonna be leaping at to kill off curiosity perked. "What the hell are you doing to me? What kind of psych thing you got?"
He smiled at me, pulling his shirt over his head.
"It is not a "psych" thing." He corrected me. "We are a warrior race. The males of my people can be rather...alarming...to our females. They are not made to fight and resist as you seem inclined to. But they are quite adept at hiding. When a warrior of my people is seeking a mate, he sends out a scent that primes the woman he has chosen.."
"Oh, I know! Wait, what's that word....P something? Oh shit!" I yelped and would have slapped myself...were my hands NOT kind of tied up. What the hell was wrong with me! "Quit doing that!"
He looked down at me, his hands stilling at his waist.
"I have already stopped.. There is no more need for it. You are primed."
I gawked up at him for a moment. Oh!!!! No no no no no!
"No I'm not!" I yelped, fighting fiercely to try and wrench the knife out of the hard earth.
"I am not primed!" I screeched. "I am so way not primed! You stay the hell away from me!"
He ignored my fishwife shrieks and thrashing and continued calmly to undress.
When his pants came off I paused in my getting no where struggles to gape wide eyed for a moment. I suddenly could really understand why the females of his race had their tendency to hide. For all I knew the females of his race stood seven feet themselves and put the earth Amazons of lore to shame. Even so...gods above and below I would have sold my soul to be free to hide.
"Please." I whispered to him, suddenly so scared I couldn't even swallow. "Don't do this to me. I'm begging you.. Just let me go. I'll never say anything about Kulls. I'm really good with words. I can make them believe that Lynn just freaked about that wood chuck and I never caught up with her. No one would ever believe me anyhow, ever if I tried to tell them!"
