CHAPTER TEN

 

 

- Hannah

I hear the door open and Atticus say goodbye before a new voice has me listening more intently.

First of all, I can understand them in their language. Which is new. How could that have happened?

Shifting, I arrange my body, so I have a clear view to the door.

A new alien, someone I don’t remember seeing before, is leaning against the wall outside the door. Arms crossed, he looks determined.

“Travek.” Bren’s deep voice isn’t welcoming, but Travek steps quickly across the hall and enters the room. He waits for the door to shut behind him before answering.

Bren leans back from where he is sitting on the bed by my feet, to wrap the blanket tighter around my ass, making sure there is maximum coverage for me. When he turns to look back at him, I wiggle a bit to get a better view again. “What do you want?”

“I want to see if I can buy or trade something for the female. I would be willing to pay well.”

I stiffen in shock and Bren flinches in response. Could my translation of what he said be correct? Maybe this is just a language barrier issue?

Bren must realize I am picking up some of this. Which is super strange, right? He and the doctor must have done something to me, but I feel the same.

I stretch and try to access if I can feel any pain or pricks from a needle or anything.

“What are you offering?”

Mother fucker. Bren had better not think he can pass me around! How can he be entertaining this? I thought we had something special and my heart sinks with the realization that I am just a convenience. My neck and back heat in anger and all my muscles tighten as I consider hopping up and screaming at them both.

Bren gives him a hard stare as Travek’s eyes drop to me, perusing my backside before meeting Bren’s. “The vacation home you visited last year.” Interesting. This guy must be loaded.

“What would you do with her?” Bren’s voice is steady and cold. He isn’t betraying any emotions at all.

“I’m sure you’ve heard that there are quite a few interested parties around here. Especially after we all scented her going through the halls.” He pauses for effect.

My scent? Like I smell? Do they want to eat me?

I feel, rather than hear Bren’s groan internally as he sits in front of me, obstructing my view.

“I thought maybe there was some exaggeration but no. Someone like her could make some real money around here. I could rent her out and it would be quite profitable.” I’m totally lost but Bren nods in front of me.

“I assume that she would be rented out with drugs for the interested parties?” Bren reaches back and puts a hand on my leg, squeezing and rubbing it as I lay frozen in fear. Could he mean rented out for sex? Drugs and sex with me?

“Of course, of course. I have all the right connections and would make sure everything maintained confidentiality.” He shifted and is now peering over Bren’s shoulder at me. I haven’t really known Bren that long, but I can tell his laugh is forced as he turns around to look at me.

Slowly he grabs my hand nearest to him and squeezes it too. “Relax Hannah.” His English is still stilted but I understand him perfectly. He lifts my hair and strokes it off my shoulder, back and temple before turning to Travek and unfastening his robe to expose his chest.

Travek’s eyes shift between me, to Bren’s chest and then drop. He turns pale, taking a step back. “No.”

“Yes. She is mine.” Bren’s words flood me with hope. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to like the big lug until I thought he was going to dump me.

Travek deflates back against the wall. “Well so much for that. Fuck! Who would have thought that was possible?”

Bren smiles coldly. “Indeed. Who would have thought this was possible? But I would like to keep this aspect secret for a few more days if you can manage to do that.”

“Yeah, this is now promising in a whole new way.” There’s a calculating gleam in his eye. “I’ll talk to you later.” He takes off quickly and disappears out the door.

“How are you feeling?” Bren opens his robe the rest of the way and drops it to the floor before crawling up the bed towards me.

“I’m doing great now that he’s gone.” Stifling a yawn, I watch Bren’s cock harden as he hovers over me, trapping me between his arms and legs. “And you aren’t going to change the subject. What was that guy talking about? Buying me? Pimping me out?”

He cocks his head as if he doesn’t totally understand all my words but seems to get the general idea. He scared the shit out of me there for a minute. And worse, he hurt my feelings. I really thought we had a connection, even if a part of me feels like I’m just using him. Aren’t most people using each other all the time?

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to sell or trade you to anyone. I am very attracted to you and you are mine. They will give up in time.”

He’s just so reassuring. All this declaring I’m his. I wonder how long that will last? Maybe he is just going to keep saying that and finding out what people will offer until he gets a high enough price?

Pulling the sheet down, he lowers himself to rub his hard cock on my hip.

“I can’t believe that some of these guys around here would just pick up some human women and then turn them into prostitutes. That won’t work, you know.” I need to shut that down quick.

He looks puzzled. “Are you sure? Is there something that Travek has missed? Certainly, you don’t look like you will wither away and die in captivity. He will keep them fed and clothed, even on duty on the ship. Will that not work?”

I guess I’m the first line of defense now for our species. This needs to be played very carefully. “Humans don’t take to being owned very easily. We’re independent. We like to be free. Free to make our own choices and do what we want.” I hesitate as he reaches forward to stroke my nipple.

“What will happen to them if they don’t get to be free? If Travek were to enslave one to use for sexual pleasure?” Bren seems genuinely interested. It makes my gut churn to think about it. “What will happen?”

I look him in the eyes seriously. “They will die. They’ll kill themselves or kill their captor. They won’t last too long. Basically, you’ll break them.” I tap my head for emphasis. “Up here. They may even be able to keep going physically but their mind will be lost.” I look away before asking him quietly, “Haven’t you ever had slaves in the history of your planet?”

He stops to consider the question. “We have had conquering and enslavement, but it is so long in the past. But there are many other alien species that we have met that still use the practice. That is why there is a coalition now. There were species that just conquered and enslaved and by banding together we all put an end to it. Unfortunately, unless you are more developed and well known, the laws don’t apply to your planet. There are laws about pillaging underdeveloped planets, but most of the restrictions are for resources or species that are dropping to extinction levels. Pets and other kinds of items brought back from space don’t fall under any of those protections.” He strokes his hands one at a time down my neck, taking his time to knead my tits before pulling one into his mouth.

I soak up the attention, gasping as he pulls hard and it makes my clit pulse and wetness spreads between my folds. Just that touch and my brain is scrambled. After a few seconds, he stops to add, “I will take care of you though. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ll like my home and it is much bigger than this room. The planet is not perfect but I’ve no doubt that you will enjoy it.”

He takes his time, running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my body. I’m getting more turned on despite the conversation we are having. I’m definitely losing focus.

“Yes, but you have to realize that I’m not a possession. I’m a sentient being that has feelings and I don’t deserve to be ripped away from my life.” I shift back from him slightly to get control of my body and look him in the eyes. I’m trying to be serious but he’s very distracting and he’s hijacked my hormones—again.

“That may be, but I can’t change the law. You would be dead if I hadn’t taken you from your ship. You want to live, right?” Dammit. He does have a point. But what if Bren gets tired of me? Is that my fate eventually? To be passed from man to man on a ship in space? Used and abused and then discarded?

So far, Bren is the constant here for me and I want to make sure he knows how much I appreciate it.

Slowly, I turn to meet his eyes as he hovers over me. Reaching up, I run my hands down his sides. “Of course, I want to live.” Pushing on his chest, I try to tip him to the side. “Roll over. It’s my turn to touch you.”