Chapter One
Trade was brisk in the market today, but slave provider, Te-Al, was still a little shocked to hear, “I will take the seven on the left of the worker’s pens and that one there.”
He had thought he would never sell the human cow. He did feel it necessary to make sure that this regular client knew what he was buying. He shivered in frustration. “But, my lord, that one is a female.” His client turned to him with all five eyes blazing.
“Exactly, I have a male to be bred and she is large enough to accommodate him without too much trouble.”
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Sarah shuddered at the words spoken in Alliance Common. She had been dreading them for weeks and huddling in the back of the female cage to keep from being noticed. The instant she found out that the buyer was there for workers, she had felt it safe to stand up, a huge mistake.
The buyer had spotted her instantly and gravitated toward her cage. A few commands by the seller and her shock collar had sent her stumbling to stand within inches of the Zaffin trader. He measured her breasts, belly and hips, then compared the measurements with something on his data pad. He had nodded, then ordered her like she would have ordered drapes back on earth. She was so screwed.
The instant that she heard, “Wrap her for transport,” she sucked in a deep breath. The stasis wrap engulfed her an instant later. It was the only way to keep the slaves in perfect condition while they were transported across the arid wasteland that was Zaffin 6. She was wrapped in a giant Ziploc.
Waking from the wrap was always a little disorienting, but Sarah managed it in record time. She blinked rapidly and then backed up on all fours until she felt the cool expanse of a wall at her back.
“Oh, you are a quick one, I will give Meyi that.”
Her companion in the room spoke from the shadows and it was the imprint of his feet and his glowing red eyes that had prompted her scuttling. “Meyi was the buyer?”
“And our master. A Zaffin miner and farmer.”
The figure didn’t move. He seemed to be keeping deliberately still so as not to startle her. “I call no creature master. I am a freewoman of Terra and the Alliance.” To say it out loud made her feel marginally better. She had been having her doubts as to whether or not she would ever make it back to free space with her spirit intact. She didn’t wear the markings of a Terran, the inks could not withstand the temperatures that her body could generate, but she was an Earther nonetheless.
“Congratulations, but we are not in Alliance space and here you are just another slave.” He leaned forward, she gasped. A medley of races was stamped across his features, Azon, Dhemon and the Nyal had contributed the red eyes.
“No race is sacred here and no woman free.”
“I was told that he was buying a breeder, but if he isn’t producing slaves, what does he need one for?”
Her shadowy companion rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “For me. I am soon to hit my breeding time and he needed a compatible female so that I would not injure any of his regular workers. It is the Azon blood that drives me thusly.”
She took a moment to absorb that. He wasn’t here by his free will either, but he was about to go berzerk with the need to mate. She had read all of the monographs on the topic. “Uh-huh. I notice that you have clothing on. Is there any available for me?” She doubted it. The easiest way to expedite a mating was to have the female naked and receptive at all times.
“You can use one of my tunics to cover up if you wish.”
He stood up, and up, until her neck couldn’t lean far enough back to keep him in view from the ground she was sitting on. His Dhemon manners in action. He had firm tight buttocks that flexed as he walked and she was shivering by the time he was back.
“Are you cold?”
Feeling the first stirrings of lust was more likely, but she answered a calm, “Yes. Thank
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