by Zara Zenia
I thought that I could beg and plead my way out of this one, but I had no idea what I was up against.
I wailed and wailed and thrashed more as I noticed that my begging was not going to be enough to convince this woman not to plunge that needle into my leg. Maybe if I kept moving they wouldn’t be able to nail their target.
The other two held me down as I kicked, but the woman was so large that all she had to do was grab my knee and lock it into place, then with one swift movement the needle was penetrating my flesh.
I screamed and tried to kick her as hard as I could, but my muscles relaxed and protested. My body became numb, even though my mind was still running at warp speed.
I was annoyed on the inside, but incapable of doing anything about it physically as I stared up at my captors, devoid of any sympathy.
The women took me outside and placed me in a van and put a brown mesh ventilated bag over my head. “Why are you doing this? Where are we going?” They had tied my arms around my back and my voice sounded muffled under its hood.
They refused to answer me, and they didn’t react to my screams of protests. Panic rose in my throat, but they had apparently given me a tranquilizer.
So, even though I was scared in my mind, my body was slow to react. I couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait for whatever fate threw at me and hope I could be strong enough to endure it.
After a moment or two, I heard the van engine start. We rode for several miles and after a little while it became bumpy, then stopped.
I had no idea where we were, or whether this would be our final stop on the destination. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to take the liberty of divulging that information to me anyway.
They grabbed me and took me out of the van, hooking their hands around my elbows as they dragged me. There was still silence between the two races. Nobody was going to tell me anything.
I could hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing. I hoped they weren’t bringing me to the beach to drown me in the sea at night.
I could tell that it was nighttime because there was no light outside through the mesh bag. I wondered if I had the possibility to run, how far I’d get before they killed me or shot me with another tranquilizer, more sedative than the first.
We walked through a door with the women leading the way while holding onto me. As soon as I could tell that we were indoors of some sort of building or structure, they ripped the bag from my head. I blinked my eyes and looked around. We appeared to be in some type of atrium or auditorium. It was a large room, about the size of a high school gym. I blinked in confusion, wondering if this place would be were fate turned on me.
“Is this the auction house?” I looked at one of the Xicret woman, but she stared straight ahead, refused to answer me or look me in the eye.
One of the other women pointed to a dirty looking floor. “Sit here,” she commanded.
I did as they instructed, because I knew the battle was useless and void. I was frightened of what would happen to me if I disobeyed. They left the room, and I looked around, assessing my surroundings.
I saw two other girls on the opposite end of the room, with their hands drawn behind their back as well, but they had gags over their mouths. Their eyes were full of trepidation and worry.
A pang of jealousy threw me off for a moment as I noticed how rail thin the girls were. Even though I had been practically starving myself, I had yet to shed a pound. It just wasn’t fair. I shook my head. It didn’t matter anymore. They were prisoners, just like me.
I had no idea why my mind antagonized me with that ridiculous observation in light of the terror that was spinning right in front of me.
A light switched on overhead and made a clicking sound. I looked up toward the rafters to determine where the new brightness was coming from.
In a box type seating scenario, there was a huge Xicret man looking down at me with a menacing scowl. I shivered with both a mixture of fear and disgust. I guess there went my opportunity to talk to the girls. I couldn’t do anything but sit and wait.
Chapter Three
Harkzak
“Harkzak, we’re ready for you. The auction starts in half an hour.”
I recognized the voice of one of my father’s chief executive officers in charge of the auction house as it droned through my communication earpiece.
I had been wearing it in order to be alerted to when the auction would start, and was jittery with nervous and excited anticipation.
“Be right there,” I replied and ran back up the beach, heading from the dock where I had left my shoes.
I hadn’t bothered to shift to my human form for this quest, because I felt like I should show my true self, my native blue skin tone to whatever girl I chose.
I needed to be true to my heritage, and my species. I was proud of being a Xicret male and any girl who came home with me would just have to get over it.
Even though they said what showed on the surface was not important, I knew otherwise, and all girls were the same. It wasn’t my goal to find some narcissistic, self-absorbed girl to bring home with me.
At the same time, I didn’t want to bring back any hideous creature of a human that would cause an uproar in my family and make me the constant target for teasing.
It didn’t matter that I was the oldest. My siblings had already found their bonded soul mates and I was the last one left in the family to follow suit and find a gorgeous female human to bring home with me.
I was ready to live up to my name and walk through the spaceship doors later adorning a beautiful girl.
I might as well get the virgin chick used to my appearance. I didn’t normally like to shift unless I was on a planet where I needed to specifically blend in, especially when it came to doing business on the other planets.
Sometimes, it was necessary to shift, and I loved the advantage of being able to have a choice in the matter.
Earth humans were primitive in that regard, one of the many reasons why I found the Xicret species to be far superior to any other race I’d ever encountered.
It was just something that gave me the upper hand or advantage to fit in, but I didn’t necessarily need it in this situation.
After I retrieved my shoes, I walked back toward the direction of the auction house. Each step I took made my heart pound faster. I was ready for this auction, inside and out.
Night had spread its blanket across the sea, and it was difficult to navigate in the dark before I made it to the street lights outside of the building.
The auction house glowed radiantly under the cascade of the moon’s shadow. I beamed with pride. This was where I hoped my new mate would be waiting for me.
Whether they were prepared to make the long trek back to Xicret was not of my concern. They were coming with me…willing or not.
When I approached the building, I marveled at its grand stature. My father had certainly outdone himself this time, using the best and most high quality features and work men at his disposal to construct this place from the ground up.
My father had a soft spot for architecture, and a knack for being able to have the talent to construct and engineer a building from the ground up.
I noticed right away that the auction house had high voltage electrical fences surrounding it so that the humans could not tamper with it while any Xicret were away from Earth.
We vowed for protection of our vessels made on other planets, and always liked to think ahead. We were smart as a species and having the upper hand against other planets’ inhabitants was a virtuous responsibility.
Made of stone and brick, it was solid and enormous, a dome shape which inside held the timid virgins that I couldn’t wait to see and get my hands on.
I was practically drooling, enchanted and enticed by the fantasy of pushing my hard and throbbing cock into a tight little virgin pussy.
My mouth watered as I thought about the delicious taste of fresh unused pussy that was untampered with, uncontaminated. I would get the gl
ory of fucking them first, and last. I was the alpha and the omega.
My cock hardened at the thought of pulling back the soft folds of juicy, swollen pussy lips to first fuck with my fingers and wet my cock in after I made the girl come multiple times.
I loved to feel pussy, and I loved to taste pussy with my tongue. Flicking and swirling it around on a ripe, engorged clit was a thrill and sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.
Yes, I was a generous lover, it was true. Any human girl would be lucky to have me for the rest of their lives.
I became excited thinking about the prospects and how hot they would be. The Xicret women knew not to abduct any females who were unattractive. They would be scolded, sometimes even beaten if they did not obey those direct commands or any kind of order for that matter.
Xicret women were bitter and sullen, but it was mainly because they had deep rooted jealousy for the Earth native girls. They weren’t good enough for their Xicret men and they knew it.
I charged through the door with enthusiasm and as rapidly as I could. My chest was puffed out with pride and I was ready to represent the nations of my home planet.
I wanted to hurry to my front row seat. I would have one of the best views in the entire arena to see the girls up close, front and center. I wanted to look deep into their eyes with a wild hunger that I couldn’t wait to unleash on them.
I had a thick, enticing wad of cash burning a hole through my pocket, just waiting to be spent on a tasty human virgin girl.
I was in the mood to win and would power through all the bids until I got what I wanted in the end. No other Xicret male in that arena tonight would stand a chance against the king’s son.
The competition was always doomed to be fierce against the hold of my power and control.
“Hello Harkzak, so nice to see you again.” I was greeted at the front door by a tall Xicret fellow.
I felt awful because I didn’t remember the name of the guard who shook my hand. He had a twinkle in his eye as I walked through the first set of double glass doors to enter the building.
“Nice to see you too,” I responded politely, yet assertively. I then moved on to the center of the auditorium where the girls would be lit up on display in front of the greedy and hungry eyes of other Xicret men.
I took my seat in the front of the circle where each girl was placed behind a glass door, ready for observation and bidding.
It was just one of the advantages of being the son of the father who created this place; you got to have the best seat in the house.
I glanced around, sizing up my competition for tonight and quickly noticed there would hardly be a competition to begin with. There were a handful of older men scattered about. Some of them were wearing suits.
I had not changed out of my jogging shorts and t-shirt, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was there to impress anyone, not even a girl of choice. It wasn’t as if she would have a choice in the matter. I was paying for her, and I would own her.
Some of the men had shifted to human form, but most kept their Xicret appearance like I had, blue and muscular and proud.
Derrit, the bidding announcer walked out onto the stage by the girls. The spotlight hit him like a tractor beam and he smiled with pearly white teeth and enough enthusiasm to power the sun.
There was still a shadow cast against the girls hidden behind the glass doors, and the anticipation of seeing them made my heart race with a motivational eagerness.
I yearned to see their curves, their shapes, their supple breasts and asses.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Derrit’s voice echoed through the auditorium.
I could hear a few people clear their throats, but otherwise the room was silent and still.
If a pin were dropped on its head in the auditorium, no doubt a person would be able to hear it loud and clear.
“Welcome to the annual virgin bid.” Derrit’s voice boomed and bellowed through the air.
He raised his hands and puffed out his chest in pride to be a part of the festivities. He was a smaller Xicret man, but nonetheless rippled with muscles like most of the males on our planet.
He spoke in our native tongue of Xicretese and I knew the human virgins wouldn’t be able to understand what he was saying. This would probably make them more nervous than they already were.
Luckily for them, I spoke fluent English and would be able to communicate with my soon to be bride with ease.
Then with his signature catch phrase, Derrit threw his arms in the air once again. I had to hand it to the guy. He was just as excited as the rest of us bidders. “Let the bidding begin!”
The spotlights in the ceiling immediately pounced to three virgin girls, casting them in a radiant glow. My eyes scanned each of them with an intense thirst that desperately needed quenching.
I was frantic, and my heart leaped and pounded like a drum in my chest.
My gaze fixed on one girl in particular. She was the only one not doing her best to be chosen. She remained firm in her seat, refusing to look up at any of the men.
Her arms crossed at her sides and she had a sullen expression furrowing her otherwise attractive facial features.
There was something captivating about her, something curious and compelling. I had to know more about her.
I needed to touch her, to feel her smooth skin that reminded me of the color of cream. She had a curvy shape, almost like an hourglass figure.
She was wearing a slutty and revealing black dress that accentuated her curves. The dress itself was probably picked by her Xicret female captors. It appeared as if it may have been a size or two on the small side.
It didn’t really fit her properly, but to me, that made her even sexier and accentuated those delicious curves that I impulsively wanted to wrap myself around.
The dress had a plunging neck line and her breasts were spilling out of it like voluptuous and delicious waves in a sea of desire.
I had to resist the urge to race up and pelt through the glass door. I wanted nothing more in that moment to rip that too little dress off of her and press her breasts between my face.
I was desperate to tear her legs apart, spreading them wide open. I’d give anything and pay any amount on this Earth in order to shove my face between her legs in order to taste her sweet pussy nectar.
I bet she would surrender to me in no time and I could make her as wet as a lake, pooling on the bed.
Instead, I had to stay poised, grounded and professional. I swallowed hard and inhaled a deep breath of fresh oxygen. I was in my element, and I was ready to win her no matter the cost.
“I’ll bid five thousand dollars for the blonde.” I raised a hand, beckoning for the auctioneer to come to me.
Because I spoke in English, the blonde girl raised her head and looked at me with a questioning yet fearful expression.
Her cheeks became flushed and her delectable juicy red lips gaped open. I could tell she hadn’t expected anyone to bid on her, but knew I was talking about her because she was the only one with blonde hair.
Our eyes met briefly, and an electrical sting of longing and passion rushed through my body, heating up my skin and pulsed fresh blood to my hardening cock.
I wanted, needed, had to have this young virgin girl. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, blue and beautiful, sharp and intense. The way she stared at me was like the sunshine.
Her eyes bore a hole directly to the core of my soul and left a lasting, remarkably pleasing impact.
“I’ll bid ten thousand!” Another Xicret man stood up and looked at me smugly.
I groaned and clinched my teeth, spinning back around to stare at Derrit.
Before Derrit could speak to raise the bid from ten thousand, a man in the back with large biceps yelled out his bid.
His bid was fifty thousand dollars and he swayed his cash rapidly in the air with an enthusiastic fist.
Little did these men know that I came prepared to win. They would never see the rug swept out from u
nder them and that made me smirk with delight.
There was no way in hell I was going home to Xicret empty handed. I couldn’t face it for myself, but I knew it would sour my father as well.
I never wanted to meet his disappointed gaze ever again. This girl was a trophy, a token, a prize. I had to bring her home and gloat to my father.
This girl had to be mine; her virgin pussy would soon be fucked by my cock and mine alone. I had enough money in my pocket to keep going.
My eye was on the prize of the saucy blonde girl. I wanted to pull her up by those wide hips and thrust my cock deep inside of her.
“One hundred thousand dollars is my bid!” I roared into the auditorium, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell any of the other bids would be able to come remotely close to matching my exorbitant bid.
Everyone fell silent for a moment, because I had just raised the stakes so astronomically.
I knew the other men in here would never be able to match me. My bid was now at ten times the going rate, and that was on the high side.
“Going once, going twice?” Derrit posed it as a question, but all the other men who had been bidding sat down with defeated slumps to their shoulders.
Derrit just stared at me in mesmerized, respectful awe.
He approached me, took my hand, and pulled it to the ceiling after no other man came forward. They had failed, and they knew it.
“Sold! To none other than Harkzak himself! Congratulations, Harkzak. You may take your virgin home with you to Xicret.”
Derrit’s eyes gleamed and flickered with excitable and genuine appeal. I knew he was happy for me. He loved being the auctioneer.
Instant relief flooded me, because I knew that the auctions were few and far between. It was up to my father to announce when the next one would be, and he didn’t always have the resources to function or run one at all times.
If I had to go home empty handed, who knew how long it would be before I got the chance to come back for another auction. Not to mention, my job entailed an immense amount of space travel and I wasn’t always available when the auctions did take place.
