The market set my teeth on edge. I followed Fix as he wound his way through the crowd. It had been a few days since our little get together and he offered to play the role of my owner. I nearly shot him on the spot. I didn't kill my entire unit to walk right back into slavery, but he insisted that it would only be for show. I still had reservations about this whole mess, but I had to admit it did make it easier to move around.
We stopped at the center of the market. Stalls were crammed around the edges of an open circle. They displayed every kind of ware imaginable. A stand of colorful knock off sex toys snuggled right against the gleaming steel and poly-synth of the "lightly used" weapon stall next to it. The air was thick with the scent of spices and body odor from more aliens than I could count. A few of them were dragging tired humans behind them. A low guttural snarl bubbled up from my chest. I felt a rough hand touch my arm. Fix was eyeing me with concern.
"Not now. You would just draw attention to yourself," he whispered. My eyes followed them until they disappeared into the crowd. I slowly nodded. He was right. I was in no position to be starting a revolution. I would just get myself killed. Fix stopped at the edge of the space and scanned the crowd.
"Our contact should be here. I know you want to get out of prostitution. They said they were interested in sponsoring you for the arena. We love blood sport about as much as we love sex," He explained quietly.
I was only half listening. I was all too aware of the clamor of bodies around me. I couldn't keep my eyes on all of them. My heart was a dull drumbeat in my chest. Hundreds of feet churned up clouds of sickly yellow dust. My hand hovered near my belt. I felt fingers brush my hip and I spun around.
A thing was looming over me. Even hunched down on its knuckles, it stood tall enough to stare right into my face. Its eyes were a rotten yellow color. They were buried beneath craggy brows. It had a piggish face and its body was cloaked in greasy ropes of coarse, gray fur. Oh god... the smell... I was amazed I hadn't smelled it coming. The wind must have shifted and now I was almost drowning beneath the waves of this thing's musky stench. It bared its teeth at me, revealing massive yellow tusks.
"Hey! Back off! She's mine!" Fix snarled and pushed me aside to confront the creature. It rumbled in amusement.
"Hah! You too tiny to keep me from the woman." I winced. Its voice reminded me of an aging industrial grinder. It warbled between a deep basso and a strange hiccuping. Fix scowled at it but didn't back down. I almost felt his tension though. I didn't blame him. The thing had fists like meaty sledgehammers. It could probably crush me in one hand like a tube of toothpaste. We needed to act fast. The second we looked like prey, it was over. I pulled my pistol from my belt and flicked the toggle. It whined to life. The thing spun faster then I expected and slammed me into a wall. My body detonated with pain. I gasped and tried to make sense of what happened.
"What kind of stupid woman pulls a gun on a Kavlorian?" I found myself pinned to the wall by a massive hand. It pushed me harder into the rough stone and I whimpered. Jesus fuck, this thing was strong! I saw Fix run for the gun as my vision flickered. A hiss of plasma was broken by a pained snarl and I fell to the ground. My eyes watered and I coughed.
I froze. The Kavlorian was bleeding a greenish blood from his shoulder. He was holding Fix in the air by his throat. Fix kicked his feet wildly. His eyes bulged and his skin started turning purple. Do something! I screamed in my mind, but my body was just frozen. I dug my fingers helplessly into the dirt. He was going to kill Fix but I just couldn't move. I watched with horror as Fix went limp and the Kavlorian dropped him to the dust before turning back to me.
"That was a mistake little human. Now I think I'd like to enjoy my prize." He rumbled menacingly and bared his teeth in a grin. The world seemed to slow. I coughed weakly. I didn't know what to do. I watched as the thing's cock slid out of its sheath. It was so big... Fear shot through my veins, oh no... no, NO! I tried to squirm away but he snatched me from the ground before I could escape. He pushed me roughly up against the wall and rumbled in satisfaction. My mind raced and the fear ebbed somewhat. Maybe I could gain an advantage by playing the terrified but compliant slave.
"Ok, I'm sorry. I'll do what you want, just don't kill me." I blubbered. It wasn't too hard. I really was terrified. People always thought courage meant never showing fear. It was really just acknowledging it and maintaining control in spite of it. The more I focused on breathing, the more control I wrested back from my panicked lizard brain. Dignity was over rated anyways.
"That's more like it." He purred and tore at my clothes. I shivered as the cool air brushed my crotch. I closed my eyes. This wouldn't last forever, I told myself. I only needed to play along long enough to make him complacent. I felt something firm press between my legs. I swallowed the lump in my throat and patted my waist. Good it was still there.
I yelped as he pushed his meaty thickness inside. God, it was even bigger than it looked. Each thrust hurt before I got wet enough to accommodate him. My breath escaped my lips in a sharp hiss. When I opened my eyes all I could see was his stupid grin. That's right, just keep smiling, you stupid animal.
"Am I a good slave?" I forced a tremor into my voice.
"Mmm yes. Maybe I'll let you live after all. You'd make a nice toy to fuck every morning." He said with a sultry growl. He impaled me to the wall with his cock. It pumped in and out. Each thrust was so strong and deep, I had no idea how I could contain it. My tits bounced with every thrust. I gasped. Pain mingled with pleasant fullness.
"I'll do anything you want Big Guy. Just take your time and fill me up." I whimpered beneath his massive weight. I felt like a doll in his huge hands. He just grunted and pumped into me harder. These guys weren't much for foreplay it seemed.
I felt the change in him. He was less focused. It was like his awareness fell into a mire of lust. I pushed against him lightly with my hands and he didn't respond. It was like the damn thing entered a trance of sorts. Perfect. I slipped my hand ever so slowly to my waist as he focused on roughly pounding my wet pussy. It was hard to focus. I didn't want to admit that this felt good even if it was painful and unwanted. Something in me stirred. I knew instinctively that this wasn't personal. All life, me included, would do the exact same thing.