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The woman spoke in the alien language, which prompted the wasps to round all of us up.

“Don’t resist,” I advised the crew. “Live long enough to be rescued.”

“You humans are always so hopeful,” the woman mused.

As we entered the alien ship, a bee creature was standing by. Upon seeing me, he grew excited. In his hand, a gun-like apparatus that reminded me of the antiquated jet injectors of the 20th century.

I was the first in line to receive whatever he was about to inject into my body. Considering the conversation I had with the woman minutes earlier, I knew I wasn’t being executed…yet.

The bee doctor pressed the contraption to the area behind my ear. A trigger press and a hiss later, he pulled the gun away from my skin. While it didn’t hurt, I felt weird.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nanobot translators to help your dumb human brain comprehend Pollenverse languages. I usually wouldn’t bother with the expense, but you are a special case.”

At this point, I was more intrigued than scared.

Then the pain came.

As I began to collapse under the throbbing headache, two wasp soldiers caught me before I hit the ground. I hung limp in their grasp.

“She is the most beautiful human I have ever seen,” the bee said. “She’s so round.”

Holy fuck! I can understand him!

…and I think he just called me fat.

My brain hurt too much to respond.

“The pain will be gone when you wake up,” the woman assured. She spoke to the soldiers. “Take her to lie down. And no playing with the merchandise. I need her to be pristine for auction.”

Like a rage doll, one of the wasps lifted me in his arms while the other moved ahead to prepare a space. My eyes would no longer open, but I heard one comment to the other.

“Have you ever tasted fresh human milk?”

The one holding me grunted. “Not on my pay.”

They laughed, and I succumbed to unconsciousness.

Chapter Three

PLANET OF OTHERWORLDLY DELIGHTS:

The Pollenverse

Iawoke to the loud clamor of a crowd actively bidding. I opened my eyes to see I was in an arena of sorts. Then my eyes focused enough to see the wooden bars between me and the roof.

With a gasp, I sat up and frantically looked around. I was naked in a hanging cage attached to a horizontal pole. Wasp guards stood on each side, holding my palanquin prison off the ground.

Sitting on a luxurious pillowy cushion like some captured princess, I noted my nude body had been washed, shaved bare, and oiled to a glow. My hair seemed luxurious now, cascading down my shoulders and back like I had gone to the hairdresser.

Was it always this long?

I folded my arms over my bare breasts, which were heavier than usual and sore. My nipples were pink and tight. My clean-shaven labia tingled, and my clit pulsed as if I were aroused. Ittook everything in me to not reach down and rub the swollen nub, if only to soothe the ache. The desire to finger myself to an orgasm was driving me to distraction.

Nearby, my crew waited in line to be ushered onto the stage.

The human woman who had led the pirates to commandeer my ship stood behind a podium, taking bids faster than seemed possible. The fact that my brain understood any of it was a marvel.

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