Okay, those two words don’t usual go together, but my new novella Slave to His Desires has a very sexy bit of sex slavery going on. I love science fiction and erotic romance, this novel is a blending of the two. I loved writing this book because I think we all secretly love the idea of being sexual dominated and everyone wants to be irresistible. Madison Edwards finds herself in this position in the story as she’s kidnapped by E. T. and taken to a world beyond her wildest dreams. She soon finds herself in a very precarious situation in the arms of a man who will rock her world…no matter what planet she resides on!
Crowds mulled around the center of the market. Many of the Alburionian upper and middle class stood watching to see if any of the alien slaves interested them. Males and females from numerous planets had found themselves taken by the intergalactic slavers. Seeing an auction of newly imported aliens was rare, most slaves were born to it. Such an unusual assortment was hard to find. It seemed every non-allied world had a sentient representative today as part of this off-world slaver’s cargo.
Even with all the technological innovations and inventions, the Alburionian people enjoyed the service of aliens. They considered them lesser creatures, and even if the planet was a hodgepodge of alien and Alburionian DNA, only official citizen status meant anything. A slave was always a slave. There was no legal way to free them unless they went off-world, never to return. Few Alburion residents traveled off-world, as they considered pure Alburion the highest life form in the galaxy and preferred not to sully themselves with travel.
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The collar around Madison’s neck pulled tighter as she struggled with her captor. The ugly, short, albeit strong, creature yanked harder, and she stumbled forward.
They spoke strangely, but even though she couldn’t understand the words, their intentions were clear. She
was for sale to the highest bidder.
Terror raced through her heart as she watched the bored crowd milling around the platform. All the captives were naked, waiting to be inspected by pinching, grabbing hands and curious eyes. They were held in cages underneath the platform, but she and the male were the first prisoners they roughly hauled from the cages for the crowd’s perusal. The male was dragged onto the platform for inspection, and Madison could see horror on his face. Seeing what he endured made the expression wholly understandable. Madison couldn’t believe this was happening. Would they touch her like that too? She shivered.
The creature doing the auctioning called out loudly to the crowd. Occasional laughter erupted from the spectators. Watching the male’s auction didn’t offend or disturb these interested participants. Madison gazed in horror. How could one being abuse another so casually? The pain in his face brought on by the callous inspection was universal. No words were needed to
Those in the crowd were mostly hairless beings. They were also scary tall, with unusually long limbs. They looked strange too, with features that humans didn’t possess. Compassion seemed to be a difference too; to allow such a terrible thing they must not have any.
Her turn was next, and when the creature tried to pull her up on stage, she fought. A rather old alien had just finished purchasing the male. Seeing the buyer’s lecherous look, Madison knew the poor slave’s nightmare wouldn’t end with the terrible auction. The thought of a multitude of hands on her genitals made her want to vomit.
Her hands stayed helplessly tied in front of her, and she lost her balance on the stone stairs. Falling, she ripped the flesh of her knees and then her arms as she protected her face from impact, rolling with the fall. Groaning and bleeding, she fought futilely as the ugly little creature dragged her up painfully.
The auctioneer began his unintelligible spiel. Several in the crowd stepped forward to touch her, and she yelped. She tried to fight but one of her captors hit her, holding her for the potential buyer’s examination. Madison stared out at the uncaring faces who watched her humiliation without the slightest indication of guilt. Bastards.
She’d finally been living her dreams. All she wanted to do was escape and return home—to reality. She wasn’t on Earth anymore. Overhead a light lavender sky, filled with fluffy gray clouds, and countless miles of space separated her from her home.
Immediately after her abduction she’d found herself in a cage next to an assortment of strange creatures. The hairy thing had stripped her naked and sprayed her with a tepid orange fluid. She’d sat in shock shivering for hours. Listening to the moans and cries of the others who shared her fate had only heightened her own terror. None of them spoke English. On Earth people from most countries and cultures spoke at least some English, but it seemed no one here did. It must not have caught on intergalactically. Didn’t aliens watch TV and listen to pop music?
She had tried to keep a positive attitude as her mind began to contemplate escape. The shaking that’d wracked her body subsided slightly. Fear gave way to anger. How dare some hairy alien just show up and snatch her from the streets. After processing that ‘yes, aliens and UFOs are real’ her next question was, did a group exist to protect one planet from another? She’d watched enough Star Trek to know Big Brother could go interplanetary. Who was watching out for the unaware, like herself?
She had tried to communicate with the others, but it was pointless. When she raised her voice, she found out why most of the prisoners sat quietly afraid in the dark corner of their cells. The hairy creature who’d stripped her earlier rushed at her with a stick. Hairball raised it and she thought he planned to hit her; however, she saw it glow and vibrate in his hand instead. Hearing the screaming and banging of the others told her that this wasn’t a good sign, just before she felt the horrible punishment. Pain radiated through her body, and she twitched, shaking on the cold metal floor, still damp from the orange spray. When it was over, she found herself coughing up blood and bleeding from her ears. Stumbling back into the corner, she’d curled up into a ball and sobbed as quietly as she could.
Terror kept her hidden and quiet. Every time Hairball came around she tried to be as small and quiet as she could. They gave her water and a disgusting paste even hunger couldn’t inspire her to eat. Without Earth’s day and night she lost track of time, assuming each time they sprayed her with the orange liquid represented a new and terrible day in hell.
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“Prime human female, years of work ahead of her, good for breeding, considered attractive by her species. This female is docile and healthy. Recently taken from her world, she’s ready for servitude. If it’s true about humans being resonates, this one certainly is. She was taken from a place of artistic expression.” The slaver shouted to the crowd, looking for any hint of interest in their faces.
The reddish brown hair of the naked human glinted in the heat of the Alburion sun. Julstavius and his business partner Rex walked through the market looking to purchase a fresh, hot lunch. They’d not come for the slavers, but the human caught Julstavius’s eye. He’d no need for another slave, but something deep within him responded to her valiant struggle.
Without a wife and children, his needs were simple so he only had two slaves. A Belonian house slave, she was a small winged docile creature named Uika, and a tall strong male from an unknown world he called Bink. He’d tried to teach the strong but simple creature to speak. Even with the basic translator implanted behind his ear, it was useless. Jul decided long ago that the creature wasn’t capable of language. He treated his slaves well, and they served him loyally. He knew men who raped and beat their slaves, but he didn’t believe abuse was effective for teaching. Pain was an important part of sex to his people, but Jul had no stomach for cruelty and force.
The slaver dragged the human creature across the wood platform. Jul could see her injuries from the pointless struggle. Humans were very similar to his kind because of the similarity in planet distance from the sun. It made human a popular choice for prostitution and medical research. The off-world slaver pulled her to her feet. Her body was without a blemish, excluding her injuries, and her very lovely expressive face looked out at the crowd even with the humiliation of naked servitude. Her big dark eyes appeared very intelligent, but it was that noble pride that made the pain on her face all the lovelier. Jul’s cock grew hard just looking at her.
Humans were prized slaves, never cheap. Well matched to Alburionian people they could even pass with a good tan, ridge implants, and a shaved body. Her soft looking hair intrigued him, and the tufted of identically shaded pubic hair between her legs only served to make him harder.
“I don’t know why they don’t shave those creatures before the auction.” Rex’s words snapped Jul out of his lust.
“I like it. Exotic and soft. Have you ever felt a human’s hair before?”
“Once, and it was a turn on, however I’d hate to let something with so much hair cook for me.”
“I doubt she’ll be in the kitchen of her owner much.”
Rex laughed. “Good point.”
They bought soft bread filled with fresh meat and vegetables from a vendor, but Jul couldn’t help watching the auction of the human while he ate. Rex smirked at his uncharacteristic interest. Jul ignored his friend’s knowing look.
She pulled away from the fingers inspecting her as curious buyers came up to the platform to look at her teeth and touch her body. A thick-around-the-middle aging man pinched one of her nipples until she screamed in pain.
Jul threw the rest of his lunch in a compose bin. His appetite gone, he made his way through the crowd. Another curious buyer ran his finger though her silky pubic hair, causing her to gasp and kick out at the man.
Someone in the crowd shouted jovially, “I thought you said she was docile?” This brought laughter from the crowd, but a hard slap to the girl from the slaver.
Jul had seen enough. “Stop, back away. What’s the price?”
“Ah, an eager buyer. You have a good eye, sir. One thousand perciples of a deni for the Slave
Several in the crowd grumbled the price was too high.
“I’ll take her,” Jul replied without hesitation.
“What are you doing?” Rex sounded shocked.
“Making a purchase in the market today, it seems.” Jul didn’t want to admit he’d no idea why he was doing it.
“One thousand fifteen perciples of a deni.” Rex threw out the bid and winked at his friend. Jul didn’t like the game.
“What are you doing?” It was Jul’s turn to sound confused.
“I’m making a purchase in the market,” he mimicked.
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