Free Owned By Her Alpha - Geno by Sophie Sin Page A

anything close to beautiful. They don't wind up
in the pleasure quarters of some far off planet like women like me
do. I'm a good buy and a steal from a slummy town like this.
    Hours pass and I get hotter and hotter.
Water is distributed and a little food. We eat in silence and watch
as buyer after buyer inspects the cages. I cannot hide forever and
eventually a few point me out. One man in particular looks hard at
me. He is ugly by a factor of more than I can count and has a nose
that seems nearly bursting with boils from overexposure to the sun.
I can see in his eyes that he is not looking for farmer workers.
The glint that enters them when he notes me is positively
hideous.
    Eventually I take the stage. Each slave is
bought up and bid on then disposed to either the cage for those
leaving or those who will return day after day until they are sold
or die. It takes no time at all for the bidding to get hot and
heavy when I am shown off.
    “And do we have 50?”
    A squat man with a hunch back but fine
clothes throws up his hand.
    I look to him. I hope with all my heart that
I am not taken by this one. He is so ugly as to make me want to
puke. Slaves are often 'used' or 'tested' before being sent off to
wherever they are to work. I would not want to lie with that
one.
    After a good 10 minutes of bidding it is a
close battle between the hunched one and the man with the ugly
nose. I stand there tenser than I have ever been in my life.
Tonight is going to be one of the worst evenings of my life by the
looks of things. I have done many bad things in my life, but I
think that the punishment that I will receive tonight will be worse
than death.
    “100?” is asked by the auctioneer who by now
is looking quite tired with the endless back and forth of these two
men.
    “100!” the man with the nose shouts.
    There is silence. It is a high number and
probably too much for a woman of my appearance. This would be more
what one would expect of a noble taken slave, not a thief turned
slave like myself.
    The hunchbacked man nods his head in defeat
and the sale is finalized. I am moved to the cage with the others
that are to leave and wait. In an hour or more the bidding will
probably be over. I was one of the last few to be sent to the great
stage at the end of the square. There will not be much time before
I am defiled.
    When the ugly man comes, he has guards with
him. They are alien and I do not recognize their race. They wrap me
up quickly and carry me over one of their shoulders to a small
waiting cart. I am put in the back and the beast and driver that
they have start off at a slow pace down the road that leads out of
town. The man looks straight ahead throughout the journey and
doesn't bother to look at me. He is a cold one and I am afraid for
the first time that this might not end with me in some pleasure
quarter but in this man's house as a slave to his needs. No worse
fate could be imagined in my mind. I would rather die than lie with
this one for life. The thought alone horrifies me.
    We come to a small house. It is a
construction of sand stone and metal. The surrounding pastures are
dry and untiled and there is nothing growing in the near dead
earth. I am taken to the door of the building and thrown inside.
The man with the bad nose looks down at me and for the first time
smiles
    Strangely, he has all of his teeth.
    “Your first customer will be here within the
hour, girl. Make sure you please him or I'll have you hung and
whipped.”
    Just like that I have been made a whore. I
curse the day that I was ever caught by that evil magistrate. He
must have known what he was getting me into. Death would have been
more kind.
    The door closes with a thud. Soon, within
the hour, it will begin. The hell that I fear is here.
     
    *****
     
    He enters and I slide to the wall. I thought
about fighting. I thought about taking my life. I even thought
about trying to escape, but in the end I stayed. A slave that runs
get what is coming their