Caveman Alien's Trap

by Calista Skye

  They had six muddled, dirty white eyes each, on short stalks that hung limply from their low foreheads. That more than anything else made Harper want to shrink away from them. That and the obvious fact that they were clearly aroused. They had dirty loincloths on, but they were all clearly pitching tents in them. Not huge tents, but there was definitely something going on there that Harper really didn't want to know more about.

  There was an unpleasant smell in the room and the whole situation just felt unhealthy to her. Very unhealthy.

  She cleared her voice. “So if you could take these ropes off me right now, that would be great.”

  The aliens looked at her impassively. She noticed that they had some kind of yellowish drool running from their tiny mouths and it almost made her retch. Their hands had two long, pale fingers and no thumbs.

  She struggled against the wires binding her. “I'm not kidding. Let me go or there'll be hell to pay.”

  Harper felt panic bubbling up, but she was getting angry, too. She had been taken in by the light display from the UFO, probably hypnotized by it, and then somehow she had ended up here in a not too clean spaceship with aliens ogling her. What the fuck did they think they were doing?

  “Hey! I'm talking to you!”

  They were looking at her. Maybe. Their milky eyes hung down and had no irises, so it was hard to tell. Maybe they were blind. But they did move, so they weren't dead. Still they reminded her of zombies. Alien zombies, sure, but there was something dead about them.

  And they were definitely aliens. That in itself was huge. No one had ever met aliens before. She was the first. She groaned inwardly. So of course they had to be the crappy kind of alien. No beautiful elf-like beings with wisdom and extraordinary technology for Harper, like she had sometimes dreamed about in her fantasies before she actually went to space. No, these were dirty beings with knock-out-lights and drool and loincloths and probably hard-ons.

  Still they didn't react, and Harper went through the contents of her jump suit in her mind. Maybe there was something she could use to cut the wires. They looked like plastic fiber of some kind.

  Okay. She had chewing gum, she was pretty sure. A couple of spare tampons, probably. Her comms unit. A stylus, maybe, unless she had misplaced it like she always did. Chapstick. Medkit.

  She glanced down at her utility belt. Oh yeah. And a little ceramic trowel for the plants that they were growing for food in the biodome.

  That was it. No knife, no gun, no pliers. Just all kinds of stuff that was useful in their own way, but not for escaping from ties while being maybe watched by aliens that might be blind but probably weren't.

  They hadn't tied her that tightly, but the position was awkward. She really had to keep her anger seething, because right underneath that lurked panic.

  Harper took a deep breath. “Okay. This is your last warning. Take these wires off me or I'll report you so hard you'll think you died and went to hell- hey, stop that!”

  Two of the aliens took clumsy steps towards her and lifted her up. Their arms were so long they didn't have to bend down to grab her and pull her to her feet.

  “That's bet- uurgch,” Harper said, because right then the stench from the aliens hit her and she couldn't suppress the dry-heaves. Her mouth filled with saliva and her eyes filled with water, and she had to fight to not just throw up right there.

  The aliens didn't loosen the wires that held her. They grabbed onto her upper arms and dragged her over to some kind of contraption crudely made from shiny metal bars. Harper had to concentrate to breathe through her mouth to not feel the sewage-like smell they exuded, but when she had blinked the nauseous tears from her eyes, she noticed that the thing had straps on it and that the aliens were clearly adjusting it to her size. She saw a metal tray with some rusty-looking tools on it that vaguely reminded her of surgical equipment.

  “Hey,” she yelled, “what the hell do you think you're doing!” She struggled against the grips the aliens had on her, squirming like a worm, but they were surprisingly strong and held her easily.

  They loosened the bindings on her wrists and ankles, but they held on to her so securely with their hands that she couldn't move much. “Let me go, you fuckers!”

  One alien crouched down and held her leg, then fastened a strap around it. Another one did it to her other leg, and now she was tied with her legs spread pretty far apart.

  Shit. In a flash she realized that the contraption was a rack for holding her securely while they- she didn't want to finish the thought. But she couldn't ignore the fact that they were clearly aroused behind those loincloths. “Stop that! Stop that now! I do not agree to this!”

  Harper was dimly aware that there were more people in the room now, more aliens with long arms and a hunched posture. The stench intensified, but now she was too concerned with her immediate future to care much.

  She yelled and squirmed and yanked her arms to get them loose, but nothing helped. And now the anger was giving way to real panic. These beings clearly didn't have her best interests in mind if they had to strap her to something.

  They bent her forward and strapped her wrists to the metal rack in front of her, so she was standing bent over with her butt in the air. The aliens' intention was becoming pretty clear.

  And all doubt disappeared when they loosened the lower half of her jumpsuit and pulled it down as far as it would go, and then her panties, so she was standing with her bare butt in the air. And she was pretty sure they weren't just going to give her a beneficial vaccine or check her temperature. Curse the practical design of that jumpsuit that allowed it to be split at the waist!

  “Damn it,” she yelled in a last attempt, “I don't want this! You're not allowed to do any of this or anything you have in mind! I don't agree to this!”

  But the aliens huddled together behind her. The metal construction was so shiny that she could see them as in a mirror – they were all studying her rear end with great interest.

  And then they started prodding her flesh with cold, alien fingers and she screamed in anger and fear.

  Her scream partly drowned it out, but she was aware that there a tremendous crashing noise right at the same time. And the aliens were no longer prodding or looking at her.

  She stared into the metal 'mirror' and saw that the wall behind her had collapsed. It had a hole in it now, a jagged hole with darkness behind it. She struggled against her binds. If that was open to space, she would be dead in no time.

  The aliens had their backs to her and seemed to be staring at the hole in the wall in obvious surprise and fear. And then there was movement. A leg and a body and arms – someone was definitely coming in through it. The aliens clearly hadn't expected it.

  Harper didn't know if it was good news, but anything that would postpone the rape the aliens were clearly planning was okay with her.

  The light was dim, but that person that just blew a hole in the wall and came in sure looked like a human. A pretty spectacular human. Harper couldn't make out any details in the reflection, but it sure looked like a man with a bare torso and muscles from here to Andromeda. And an axe. Definitely an axe.

  And here she was, tied down with a bare butt and practically presenting all her charms for him. She struggled against the straps, but there was no give in them.

  She stared into the shiny metal and tried to make out what was happening behind her. It didn't seem as if anyone was that interested in her anymore.

  The room had been pretty quiet until now, with only a creaky hum coming from somewhere. But suddenly there was a terrible cacophony of high-pitched noise, a screechy sound that made Harper want to clasp her hands over her ears. But she couldn't, so she just groaned and clenched her jaw, still staring into the reflection. Then it dawned on her what was happening: the aliens were talking. That was how they spoke. Like nails on a chalkboard. Well, it fit perfectly with the way they looked.

  And then she heard another voice. Yep, that was a man, no doubt about it. The voice was deep and
calm, but still had a note of pure menace and extreme danger. It was no language Harper had ever heard, but it was melodious and had some hard consonants.

  There was screeching again. Shit, they were talking more. And from the pattern of the conversation, Harper was pretty sure that they were haggling.

  Over her.

  Because the aliens were definitely holding fistfuls of shiny metal up to the newcomer, as if trying to tempt him. And they were all gesticulating in her direction. Except the man. He was just glancing at her, not too interested in the shiny things they were shoving in his face. The ugly aliens were very agitated, but he was calm and icy.

  Harper felt a small spark of hope come alive. That guy was clearly not a good friend of those aliens. Maybe he was here to save her? Some kind of space police, maybe? He did look pretty human, but she was also sure he was not from Earth.

  The screechy noises increased in pitch and intensity, and from Harper's point of view it looked like that aliens were about to attack the newcomer. But he held his ground effortlessly, and she even thought she recognized a smirk on his face.

  Then she stiffened. The stranger sauntered over to her, sliced the straps with his very sharp axe and took hold of her wrist in one large and callused hand. It had four fingers plus a thumb, Harper counted quickly to some relief as she straightened up and hurriedly pulled her pants up with her free hand.

  Then she looked at the man holding her.

  She had to look up at his face, because he was tall. And wide, with densely packed muscle. The face was definitely human, but the eyes were absolutely not. There were no whites and no irises, just a cold, blue light that sent shivers down Harper's spine. He looked at her with no expression on his face that she could detect. But he was definitely studying her with those radiant eyes. She felt like an insect under a microscope. A handsome and rugged microscope with golden hair and blue eyes that could light up a room.

  This was getting ridiculous. Finally she found her voice again. “Umm ... hi?”

  The man didn't reply, just loosened his grip on her wrist so she could pull her pants up all the way and fasten them. She got a grip on the gardening trowel in her belt. The ceramic blade was blunt and dirty with artificial soil from the biodome, but it might also be used as a weapon. Somehow.

  The man said some words to her and pushed her in front of him with at firm hand, towards the hole he had come from. Beyond it was dark, and Harper wasn't too sure about going in there. But staying among the ugly, stinky aliens in here wasn't much of an option, either.

  The man quickly tied something around Harper's wrist. It was a loop of a leather-like material, and he held the other end in his hand. Had he put her on a leash?

  “Hey, what the fuck are you do-”

  The man placed a hand at the small of her back and pushed her in front of him towards the hole in the wall, and she stumbled towards it.

  Shit. He had definitely put a leash on her. That had to be a bad sign. Had he bought her from those ugly aliens? Harper had been to enough supermarkets to know that a transaction of some kind had taken place here, and that the item being bought and sold here was her.

  She turned as well as she could. “You know, these guys kidnapped me and tried to rape me. I'm here completely against my will. I don't agree to any of this. You have no right!”

  The man frowned and gave her another push, then said something in his own language, something that had a rough sound to it.

  Harper was in two minds. On one hand, this guy hadn't tried to harm her yet. On the other hand, she had no idea what he might have in mind. Maybe these stinky guys just wanted to rape her and then let her go. Sure, that would have been pretty terrible. But maybe this guy would always keep her on a damn leash.

  She reached the hole in the wall. “What are you going to do with me?”

  The man just nodded once, then placed a large hand at her back and pushed her through the jagged hole.

  On the other side was a hatch into another spaceship. This one looked less alien and had a better smell. It was probably smaller, but it was surprisingly bright and even had a huge window out to space. Parts of it reminded Harper of the shuttles that ferried people from the Earth to the Moon back home. Outside, she could see the fire planet Bry and a moon that had to be Gideo, where her base was located.

  The man led her over to a hi-tech chair that looked like a co-pilot's seat, and she plopped down in it when he put a little pressure on her shoulders. He was so casual about it she felt like a piece of cargo.

  “I know you don't understand me,” she said as he fastened a safety web around her, “but unless you're taking me back to the base, you're just as guilty of kidnapping as those aliens were. I think,” she added. She had never had any reason to look up the details of interstellar law when it came to kidnapping, but it seemed reasonable. “And if you think I won't report you, then you're sadly mistaken.”

  The man ignored her and got into the seat next to her and hit some buttons. A hard jolt went through the cabin, and then Harper was pushed back hard in the seat by powerful acceleration.

  She glanced over at the guy. Apart from those remarkable eyes, he had a face that was more distinctive and striking than downright beautiful, with a strong jaw and straight eyebrows. His back and one arm were almost completely covered with an intricate tattoo pattern what was so well integrated with his body that Harper wasn't sure if it wasn't a natural part of him. It looked like infinitely fine metal threads under his skin, thousands of them. He was wearing pants made from some kind of reptile skin, it looked like, and it had a pattern of fur here and there.

  He had placed his axe in a special holder on the ceiling, and his hair was an anarchy of gold and darker tones. He looked like some kind of warrior out of the past, Harper thought. Out of the distant past, even. But here he was, piloting a spaceship with what looked like pretty good skills.

  He was concentrating intensely on flying the ship, and he was also staring intently at a screen that seemed to show a picture of the ship the aliens had. There were no flashing lights on that ship now, and it just looked like an egg-shaped black spot in space. With a large hole in it where some unhealthy-looking yellow light was streaming out.

  “You really blew a hole in that thing, didn't you,” Harper said unnecessarily. The adrenaline in her veins made her want to say something, even if she knew the man couldn't understand anything.

  She yelped as all of space around them seemed to be criss-crossed by intensely white beams, and the man said something that sounded suspiciously like swearing. Harper leaned over and looked at the screen that showed the alien ship. “Damn, are they shooting at us?”

  The man hissed something and yanked one end of her safety harness, so that Harper was pulled back in her seat and the webbing tightened so much she had to gasp for breath. Well, at least he had let go of the leash he had fastened around her wrist.

  The ship tumbled through space as the warrior pulled the controls and kicked pedals, probably trying to jerk the ship around so much that the aliens couldn't get a clear shot at it. The planet Bry spun wildly in front of them, and Harper realized that it was they that were spinning, not the planet.

  She clutched the armrests with her fingers. That planet was getting a lot closer very fast. “Umm ... yeah, so any time you'd want to pull up from there would be fine ...”

  The warrior didn't look at her, just fought with the controls. Still the space around them was full of intense, white beams that seared lines in Harper's retinas. The ship suddenly jolted once, so hard that Harper was thrown forward in the safety harness, and then it was followed by another jolt and another.

  Then the white beams were gone. It was suddenly very quiet in the cabin, and the control panel in front of them went dark. The warrior fought furiously with the controls, but it was clear to Harper that the ship was completely out of control and that the engines were probably broken. The warrior swore again, then stared straight ahead, where the fire planet Bry was now filling the en
tire screen. The gigantic fire was clearly visible as a thick, pulsating, uneven band on the night side of the planet.

  The warrior sighed heavily, then turned his head to Harper and looked right at her for a moment. Then he said something in his alien language, and it sounded regretful.

  “Yeah,” Harper said, “I'm not to happy about this either. I'm sure you don't happen to have any parachutes or things like that? Pa-ra-chutes?” She tried to show him what she meant using hand signs, but it was a challenge.

  The warrior stared at her, and now it seemed to Harper that he was frowning, as if puzzled.

  “Hey, it doesn't have to be parachutes. Ummm ... it's not that I mind the attention, but maybe you have some emergency plans for this? Like, trying to break our fall or doing something to not die? Anything at all?”

  The warrior looked at her for three more heartbeats, then reached over and pulled the same strap as before, tightening the harness even further. He growled something into her ear at the same time, and while the sound of his voice was pleasant enough, she had no chance of deciphering what he was saying. But it had to be something like “I can't believe the trouble you got me into” or “this is what I get for rescuing someone”.

  The planet was filling the whole front screen now. Because of the spinning motion, Harper lost track of where exactly the fire was. A screaming sound as from air rushing past the window increased in pitch until it was just a deafening roar, and Harper saw intense flames stretching out from the hull outside the window. Alarmed, she looked over at the warrior. “So we're not going to reach the surface at all, are we? We'll burn up long before we crash.”

  Her mouth was dry and scared tears were burning in her eyes. But the warrior calmly took her in with those spectacular eyes, and then he reached over with a hand and placed it on her shoulder. It was a heavy hand, but it was also warm and gentle. She didn't mind that touch at all, now. The touch itself seemed to ground her, to send a physical reassurance through her body.

  He growled something again, something that somehow sounded mild and certain. And inexplicably she calmed down and the tears didn't run after all. This was alarming, but they were in it together.