Page 21 of My Human Wife

I keep my eyes down. I need to play my part now.

I hear Sem say in Imperial, “She doesn’t want to be free. Take her. I’d rather have the UCs than sex with a woman who’s had Agnorrians and Uru tentacles all over her.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. I would rather have the UCs.”

Sem receives the UCs and I watch his boots as he walks past me into the transport.

My chains are pulled and I’m led through this ship. Unlike theSisu, this ship is heavily perfumed and the hallways are dimly lit. As we pass Imperials with black uniforms, I realize this is an Imperial military vessel. I begin to panic. I thought I’d be passed to a trader.

However, my fears dissipate when I’m shown to a small room with one bunk. My chain is connected to the bed. And I discover after my new captor has left the chain is just long enough for me to reach the toilet.

“Wakey wakey human.”

It’s completely dark. I’m exhausted. But then I remember where I am and what’s going on. The chain around my wrist is yanked hard and I fall out of bed. Before I can tell my captor I have to use the toilet, he’s pushing me towards it.

“We don’t want you to have an accident while you’re being sold.”

I don’t wait for privacy. I know what it means to be someone else’s property. My body and my thoughts are not my own. I pull down my skimpy briefs and pee. Once I’m finished, I’m led through the hallways to a dining hall. I’m sat down and spoon-fed porridge. What surprises me is not that I’m being spoon-fed but that it’s the same breakfast I had on Gael’s ship. And the thought of him gives me courage.

After my temporary owner thinks I’ve had enough food and water, I’m escorted off the ship. I recognize the smell of Gala before we enter. It’s a disgusting odor of death and the sweat of aliens intermixing in unthinkable ways. I gag for a second and my captor stops.

“Just let it sink in. I know it’s a dreadful smell. You’ll get used to it in a minute.”

The last thing I want to do is let the smell of Gala sink in, but he’s right. My nose and throat adjust after a minute. Then we continue walking.

Once we pass the threshold I hear the screaming, the auctioning, and the laughter. It’s a horrible mix of sounds that probably only exist in alien slave markets.

As I’m led through on a chain, people start to look at me and holler. Some begin following us to the stall my new master is looking for. Thankfully my Imperial master is in a uniform and armed to the teeth so no one dares touch me. Once we reach the stall, there’s quite a crowd of alien males surrounding us. All here for the show.

“I wondered when you would end up back in Gala, Lara. Pets like you can’t survive on your own. You’re what we call an ‘indoor human.’”

I recognize the male selling me at Gala. It’s the same Octopod who sold me the first time. But now he looks like he’s been through some rough times and is missing a tentacle.Good, I think. Perhaps Sem is correct and there is some moral balance in the galaxy.

My Imperial captor and the Octopod trader come to an arrangement and my chain is passed to one of his tentacles. Hepulls me close to him and once I’m close enough to smell his fishy breath he says, “You don’t mind if I check if the goods are still as they should be?”

I don’t say anything but turn my head away as his tentacles and suckers fondle my entire body. I send my mind elsewhere. I’ve been able to do it since I’ve been a girl. I see what’s happening to me as if it’s happening to another.

The Octopod trader’s tentacles are inside my vagina, sucking on nipples through my top and another one in my mouth making me gag. All the while alien males look on, getting their UCs ready to purchase me.

When the Octopod removes his tentacles from my body he says, “Everything seems to be in order. You have to check with these Imperials.” Then he calls over one of his assistants. “Put her in the cell. We will hold her back for the auction this evening.”

At least I’ll only have to be here a day,I tell myself. I’m led into a large cell with about 20 other human women and girls. I can tell by their clothing they’ve all been abducted from Earth recently. They all stare at me as I’m led in and then released from my chains.

Some of the women begin to cry when they see me. I understand. They know exactly what I’m used for. Others ask me if this is a movie set. If they’re shooting some kind of pornography science fiction film because of my outfit. And the children desperately ask me if I’m a superhero. I don’t know what to say besides, ‘I’m no superhero.’ Do I tell them it’s as bad if not worse than they fear? Then I remember the poison. Should I discreetly offer it to them? Could I have a dead woman or worse a dead child on my conscious?

I take some water from a nearby communal jug and then sit down in the corner furthest away from the communal toilet.

A young woman comes to sit next to me. “How long have you been here?”

“Fifteen years.” I look over at the children. “I was like them.”

The young woman’s brown eyes widen. “Do you have any advice?”

I shake my head. “It’s all luck who buys you.”

“But you’ve lasted for all these years, and you look healthy and not abused.”

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