by Iona Strom
Drawing her knees up, she exposes a slick slit the beast wastes no time plundering with a fat finger. The longer the beast pleasures her, the more the slick flows. An iridescent fluid running rivets over the beast’s hand. Pulling its finger free, the beast laps up what the female spilled, cleaning every drop from its finger and hand.
With a roar, the beast jerks the chain free, taking a chunk of the wall with it. Another troll, a species I’ve decided to dub “the sex-slavers,” rushes forward as the beast digs into a pouch hanging from his side and pours a mountain of white tiles into the slaver’s cupped hands.
Sinking into a kind of frozen shock, I try to come to terms with my situation. Not a person known for submitting, my struggle is real. Fighting these vile creatures will surely get me killed, but letting them freely rut between my legs is a fate worse than death.
Bile rushes to the back of my throat. Turning, I empty what little content is in my stomach. Wiping my chin with the back of my hand, I look back to the bluish female just as she’s tossed over a muscled shoulder. The beast pushes its way through the crowd to carry away its purchase. That’s when I glimpse the ogre who fondled me earlier.
With a large, green hand cupping a bulge grown from viewing the beast’s public fingering, its yellow eyes meet mine. I can read its thoughts through the drooling expression on its ghoulish face.
It wants me!
Striding toward me with a lust-driven purpose, I pull on the chain and claw at my collar.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I murmur. “Not him. I won’t be taken by an ogre.”
Wildly swinging my eyes around, I stand and scan the crowd for anything remotely human. If I’m going to be bought for sex, maybe I can at least give myself the option of choosing my own molester. My eyes bounce around the crowd, landing on face after bizarre face. Just as I’m about to give up hope, I settle on a pair of men at a booth across the path who are in the middle of making a trade. I hesitate only a moment before calling out to them.
“Hey,” I yell. “Over here!”
I gain the attention of the shorter of the two men. Unfortunately, he’s not all that looks my way. Thrilled when I feel his gaze rake over me, my relief is short-lived as he loses interest, and the freak show herds my way…
So, I do the unthinkable.
Chapter 2
I holler out again to gain the attention of the man across the path. I give my large breasts a shake, using my feminine wiles to win back his favor. It’s not the first time I’ve used my physical attributes to get what I want. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done in my life, but this isn’t one of those times. This is about flirting my way to survival and not getting fucked—literally—by the ogre barreling down on me.
Presenting my rounded backside for a wiggle, hordes of other creatures take an expressed interest in what I’m flaunting. As the light of hope fades with the multitude of shadows cast by terrifying creatures, the ogre shoves its way through the crowd.
Just as doom bleeds through my soul, I see the man jogging toward me through a break in the crowd. Behind him is the taller one, a scowl slashing his handsome face.
The ogre makes a grab for me, but the troll that bartered the girl’s sex out to the insects takes control of the situation. Zapping the ogre with something akin to a taser, the troll plants himself in front of me, using the weapon to force back the unruly crowd into a semi-circle that surrounds me like a wall made out of freakish beasts.
Oh shit! I may have made matters worse.
All the attention is on me as a bidding war begins, and the two men I hoped to entice are nowhere to be seen, lost in the thick of the crowd. The creatures holding up the biggest purses are some of the most frightening.
It’s all happening so fast. My head begins to spin, trying to keep track of all the aliens bidding. Their chatter is a roar in my ears, but it wouldn’t matter if I could decipher individual voices, with the language barrier, I’m at a loss to know what creature I’ll be sold to.
Immersed in fear, my vision goes wavy until a single voice resonates deep and rich above all the others.
“Mot tu le tou!” Whatever was shouted shuts the crowd up, leaving only a few mumblings in its wake.
Pushing through the throng of freaks is a beardless Jason Momoa, the tail of his dark hair held together with bronze metal bands hangs the length of his powerful back, swinging free to brush about his waist as he strides forward. Towering at least seven feet and heavily marked with thick black tattoos banding his exposed arms and chest, I recognize him as the taller of the two. As a path clears, I see the second man, made more handsome with proximity, close on his heels.
I’m saved! By Jason Momoa and his handsome sidekick. Tearing my eyes away from their rock-hard bodies, I swing my gaze up to admire Jason’s cruel face when he speaks again.
Taken aback by what I find, blinking hard doesn’t change the freakish nature of his eyes. An unholy green that glows like a flashlight through tinted glass, the cat-like slits of his pupils holds me spellbound. At the rumble of his deep voice, my attention drops to the sculpted fullness of his lips. A flash of fangs has me stepping back, but I don’t get far as the wall halts my progress.
“Not… not like Jason,” I stammer. “Not. Like. Jason. At. All.”
Looking at the handsome one, he’s blasting me with a warm, lusty grin, his fangs gleaming a bright white in the rays of the blood orange sun. Unsettling as his dental work may be, the twin black horns curving with the shape of his head are beyond bizarre. Growing out from his temples, the thickness of his dark-as-sin hair neatly blends the odd protrusions.
I was foolish to categorize these two in the realm of human men. They aren’t men at-fucking-all. Cat eyes, fangs, and horns have me thinking twice about my choice.
The bartering commences, and I share a look between the only two opponents willing to compete with whatever price shut up the crowd. A colossal monstrosity with rounded eyes that blink in the opposite direction from what I’m used to counters alien-Jason. Holding up a sack of those white tiles, I realize the hair covering from its forearm isn’t the sleeve of a fur coat but actually growing out of its rough skin in wiry bristles.
Alien-Jason pauses in thought. If I’m ever going to sell myself to anyone, it’s going to be to this… male. There is no way I’m letting that hairy beast bidding against him between my legs. I’ll cut my own throat before I let that happen.
Forcing my feet to move, I come to stand in front of the two horned males; my collar pulls at my throat when my chain plays out, growing taut between the wall and me. Giving my best shot at a sexy smile, I fluff my long blonde hair, then push my large breasts together. Not a small girl, I’ve never been so glad to have extra meat on my bones.
“You want some of this, big boy?”
My deep cleavage has the shorter of the two males stepping forward to weigh the fullness for himself.
“Na lues,” he coos, taking me in hand.
I root my feet to the spot, determined to convince them I’m worthy of whatever price.
Stepping closer into me, the tilt of his head and impish grin on his impossibly perfect face throws me off-kilter as does his intoxicating male scent that does something warm and tingly to my insides as he handles my body. He’s surprisingly gentle as he cups me, my large breasts a mere handful in his huge palms. I can’t say it’s horrible when he thumbs my nipples.
Gorgeous, I decide. The male is absolutely… gorgeous.
Dropping his head to my throat, he inhales deeply of me as I do of him, more of his intoxicating scent invades my senses. I refuse to attribute the shiver and goosebumps peppering my flesh to anything other than the knowledge he has a mouthful of sharp teeth.
I find my hands on the small of his back. The silky tip of the thick tail of his hair tickles my fingers. I sample the texture with a hand clasped around the weighty circumference. Dragging downward, I wonder at the cold metal bands holding his mass of hair in place.
Large palm
s smooth down my back. The gorgeous one steps into me, pulling me forward, my naked body plastering to his front. The bulge of his sex is an undeniable presence pressing into my belly. I press closer. That musky aroma I will forever associate with him thickens weaving an erotic spell that dampens my inhibitions.
Cupping my backside, the audience of onlookers falls away. All I scent is him. All I feel is his skin against mine; his touch as he squeezes my globed flesh before dipping curious fingers down my cleft and between my cheeks. A gentle moan escapes me when callused fingertips rove over the petals of my sex. I suck in a startled breath when he pushes the tip of a fat finger inside. I clench around his invasion, a welcoming hug and request for more. Arching my back, he slides in deep, stretching me with a promise of something more fulfilling.
A low grumble vibrates his massive chest. I roll my hips to the tune of his probing appendage. My nightmarish situation forgotten, I’m solely focused on the fullness moving inside me and the friction I’m creating against my sensitized clit with every swivel of my hips across the coarse fabric of his pants.
So close to coming… just another few seconds of his perfect rhythm joined with mine and… I shatter into a million pieces. Hugging his massive body tightly to me as my vaginal muscles grab and hold his finger like a vise, I ride out the waves of a delirious release.
He groans and pulls away with a lingering squeeze before dropping his hands. I stumble back with the high of the aftermath of my lingering orgasm. My brain slowly comes back online as the chaos of the crowd grounds me in a reality momentarily forgotten.
Turning to the other male, he fast-talks in a convincing tone, reminiscent of a child begging his parent for a toy before leaving the store.
I silently root for my gorgeous defender as I cross my arms over my boobs. Without the heat of his body comes a curious sense of loss, and I’m left feeling more naked than I did before. Raw to so many peculiar eyes burning into me as I stand exposed to their intense view. Damp and only partially satisfied, I still ache for the male that’s begging to own me.
I’m ashamed to admit, even to myself, that this isn’t the first time I’ve used my womanly curves as tools of persuasion. Although, I’ve never done so to the extent of allowing a man to bring me to orgasm in front of a horde of spectators.
I drag my gaze over the crowd that’s becoming more unruly the longer it takes alien-Jason to counter the last bid spoken by the fur-covered monstrosity that’s now sniffing at the air. With bulging eyes and a heavy purse, the thing appears on the verge of attack. At the extension of a forked tongue, the monstrosity tastes the air with a flicker much like a snake in search of its next meal. I cross my legs to lessen the scent of my orgasm, but it’s too late. The creature has already sampled the perfume of my sex.
Rolling his cat-like eyes, alien-Jason makes a cuffing sound. Maybe some female persuasion will help change his mind about his next bid. I try some sexy moves on him, but all it gains me is a passing glance.
“Come on, baby, how can you say no to all this?” Turning, I pat my rounded ass, hoping he likes some cushion for his pushin’.
No longer surrounded by the musky spice of the gorgeous male, the influence charming me into mindless lust dissipates. I become more of myself again, which means, I barely contain the urge to follow the example of alien-Jason and give my own eyes a roll. Instead of rolling in exasperation, mine would be in disbelief.
I cannot believe I’m trying to entice an alien into buying me for sex. The one holding the purse strings glares down at me with a sneer, and I do my utmost best not to return the nasty expression.
Unfortunately, my sexy moves stirs up the crowd. Going by the tone of all the hollering, catcalls are not exclusive to Earth.
Taking a drag of the thick air, I’m running low on ideas. Meanwhile, the monstrosity has been watching my show with a fresh gleam in his grotesque eyes. With a lick of his lips, he sweetens his bid with another bag of alien currency. The troll running the auction ambles toward all of what’s being offered. Alarm shoots high-octane adrenaline through my veins.
Wheeling around, I lunge at alien-Jason.
“Please.” I grab at him, begging for all that I’m worth. “Please don’t let that thing take me away. If you have any kind of heart, you’ll save me from that beast.”
The gorgeous one jumps on board with my pleading. With both of us working on him, alien-Jason’s harsh expression softens just the tiniest bit, but it’s enough.
“Mot tu le flur.” Alien-Jason’s offer stops the troll in its tracks.
“Le flur?” The troll tilts its head in disbelief.
“Duna.” Alien-Jason nods.
“Mot tu le elle!” shouts the monstrosity.
A gasp rolls through the crowd. Whatever le elle is must be a large sum.
I hold my breath, watching the tick of alien-Jason’s square jawline. The gorgeous one is doing more of that fast-talking. I will be forever grateful to him for coming to my defense, even if my salvation is to be sold to the lesser of two evils.
After a lifetime, alien-Jason counters, “Mot tu le donet.”
The troll nearly vapor-locks, sucking back air at whatever sum has just been offered for me. With a nasty curse, the monstrosity stows his bags of currency and waves me off as a loss. It would seem money talks, and bullshit walks on this planet too.
I collapse to my knees on the packed dirt, grateful to my saviors who are now my owners. I breathe for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight of the air I pull into my lungs, making me dizzy.
The troll takes the payment that’s reluctantly given by alien-Jason and pulls out the wide, flat key he used to unlock the bluish female’s collar. As my collar pops free so does the remainder of the spell the gorgeous male blanketed over me. Pushing through the echo of the orgasm clinging to my wet sex, I realize I’m no longer restrained.
Before I think better of it, I spring to my unsteady feet and take off in a lumbering run.
Free! I’m fucking free!
Stumbling once, I regain my footing. Lightheaded from the dense air, I forge headlong toward who-knows-where. As long as I’m creating distance between me and the marketplace, I don’t care where I end up. I’m resourceful. I’ll find a cave. Someplace to hide…
Unceremoniously, I’m plucked from the ground. Captive once again, I shriek from the injustice. Lashing out, I kick and beat my fists against anything I come in contact. Arms like steel bands wrap around my squirming body before I’m tossed to the ground. Held facedown, the hard ground bites into my cheek, but I don’t allow the discomfort to slow the kicking of my legs or the straining of my upper body. Booted feet shuffle around as more hands land heavy on my flailing appendages. I cough against the microscopic bits of dust kicked up with their efforts to restrain me.
Curses in a strange language are exchanged between the two males, and then a pinching sting to the side my thigh startles me into stillness. The lethargy is instantaneous as whatever drug shot into me takes effect.
Flashes of the faces of males who purchased me pass before my eyes as I’m hefted over a beefy shoulder, my ass bared to all who care to look. My limbs hang limp, bouncing uselessly as I’m carried like baggage. I fight to keep my eyes open, but it’s no use trying to see where I’m being taken as my hair hangs around my face like a golden curtain.
Moving with purpose, my captors chat as they make haste in a clear direction. The deepest of the voices rumbles through me, and I know it’s alien-Jason who’s doing the carrying. His heavy strides lull me to sleep as I bounce along, slung over the heft of his tremendous shoulder.
Chapter 3
I’m jarred awake. Not fully, only enough to be marginally aware of my surroundings. Seated upright, alien-Jason brings a crossed belt over my shoulders and buckles it between my legs.
My eyes pan sluggishly around the strange conveyance where I’m seated. Taking the two seats in front are the males who bought me. Buckling themselves in, alien-Jason gives the orders, an
d the gorgeous one carries them out. They’ve switched to a different language than what I remember from the market, but I still don’t understand any of their words.
With a sweep of the gorgeous one’s hand, the console in front of him comes to life. Illuminated from within, lights flash and dance at his touch. What I thought was a solid wall dissipates into transparency, the world outside now framed by a panoramic windshield. With a swish from unseen ports, the air inside the conveyance lightens. For the first time since I regained consciousness in this alien world, I’m able to take a full breath that doesn’t lend weight to my lungs.
At the touch of a palm of the gorgeous one’s hand to a glowing blue orb embedded in the console, we silently lift off the ground without so much as a vibration. The only indication our direction is up is the view outside and the feeling of ascension. I wish I’d been awake enough to have seen what I’m traveling in.
With a roll of his hand, I’m pressed back in my seat and shot straight up into the strange violet sky. Skirting the edge of the blood orange sun, I’m glad the drugs have dulled down my anxiety so much so that I don’t experience even a niggling of concern for my own well-being. Normally, I would have shit myself over being hurtled into space at what feels like five-hundred miles an hour in this weird contraption. As I sluggishly blink over the break-neck speed, none of it seems to register.
Once we reach a certain altitude, we slow and level off, and I get a bird’s-eye view of the curvature of the planet below.
“So beautiful,” I murmur.
From my new lofty perspective, the barren landscape is transformed into a view too breathtaking to comprehend. A glowing red globe with a bright violet aura, I never would have imagined what was so undesirable below would be so amazing to behold from above.
