Slave to His Desires

by

Ashlynn Monroe

Slave to His Desires

Copyright © 2011, Ashlynn Monroe

ISBN: 9781937325008

Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Electronic Publication: July, 2011

Editor: Pamela Tyner

Cover: LFD Designs

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This book is a work of fiction and
any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is
purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination
and used fictitiously.

Is it possible for a woman who is kidnapped and sold into
slavery to find love with the man who purchases her?

As Madison Edwards is walking home one night, she finds
herself face-to-face with strange creatures—aliens. They kidnap her and sell
her into slavery. Out of place and alone, she struggles to understand the alien
world where she’s being held captive. Her feelings about her new master are
conflicted, and she’s torn between wanting to go home and wanting to fulfill
all his desires.

Spontaneous and out-of-character, Jul purchases a rare human
female at the market. Her people are known to have mystical sexual powers. He
believes the tales are only myth until he has Madison in his home, and she soon
consumes his life. She’s valuable, magical, and he fears he can’t protect her.
His friends complicate the situation when they become involved, but they also offer
him hope.

When everyone on the planet desires what you value most, it
takes more than love to protect her.

Content Warning: light bondage, f/f kissing, graphic m/f sex

I’d like to dedicate this book to my husband, Scott. Thanks for
your love and support. I’m so glad you’re my biggest fan, and the sexiest man
any wife could want.

I’d like to thank Beachwalk Press for doing such a lovely
job on this book, and especially Pamela Tyner for her hard work. Pamela, it’s
been a tremendous pleasure to get to know you.

Large, soulless eyes lurked in the darkness. They watched
the girl walking down the damp, deserted alley. The human girl was average
height for her species, with light reddish brown hair, big thoughtful eyes, and
an expressive face—the look always sold well. She’d be perfect for the wealthy
world of Alburion. Her posture was tired, and she seemed distracted. She’d left
a place of creativity, emotion, this was just the kind of human they needed. An
easy target, this lean girl brought a smile to his face because she’d bring
money to his pockets.

* * * *

Madison Edwards’s legs ached from hours of dance practice.
She wanted to get home. Her freshman year of college challenged her far more
than she’d anticipated. Homework awaited her. Several grades needed to improve,
as she wanted to travel during the summer with her dance troupe. She needed to
pass all of her courses to avoid the necessity of summer school. Sticking to
her long time goals and plans meant everything to her.

Something strange in the sky stopped her train of thought,
and she gazed up curiously. She’d never seen anything like it. If she wasn’t a
sane and rational woman she’d almost think it was a UFO, but aliens didn’t
exist. Without warning, light surrounded her, enveloping her in a circle so
bright it blinded her for a few moments.

Suddenly a terrible creature stepped out of the shadows and
into the light with her. She tried to run, but the brilliant rays caged her in
as if they were solid. Impossible yet horrifyingly true, she stood trapped by a
force beyond her imagination. A very tall, hairy creature with many black eyes
blinked at her before it grabbed her arms, using a painful pressure of
pincher-like hands. No sound registered in the alley, the light trapped
everything within its snare, but she screamed and struggled until finally the
light consumed her and her captor.

Crowds mulled around the center of the market. Many of the
Alburionian upper and middle class stood watching to see if any of the alien
slaves interested them. Males and females from numerous planets had found
themselves taken by the intergalactic slavers. Seeing an auction of newly
imported aliens was rare, most slaves were born to it. Such an unusual assortment
was hard to find. It seemed every non-allied world had a sentient
representative today as part of this off-world slaver’s cargo.

Even with all the technological innovations and inventions,
the Alburionian people enjoyed the service of aliens. They considered them
lesser creatures, and even if the planet was a hodgepodge of alien and
Alburionian DNA, only official citizen status meant anything. A slave was
always a slave. There was no legal way to free them unless they went off-world,
never to return. Few Alburion residents traveled off-world, as they considered
pure Alburion the highest life form in the galaxy and preferred not to sully
themselves with travel.

* * * *

The collar around Madison’s neck pulled tighter as she
struggled with her captor. The ugly, short, albeit strong, creature yanked
harder, and she stumbled forward.

They spoke strangely, but even though she couldn’t
understand the words, their intentions were clear. She was for sale to the
highest bidder.

Terror raced through her heart as she watched the bored
crowd milling around the platform. All the captives were naked, waiting to be
inspected by pinching, grabbing hands and curious eyes. They were held in cages
underneath the platform, but she and the male were the first prisoners they
roughly hauled from the cages for the crowd’s perusal. The male was dragged
onto the platform for inspection, and Madison could see horror on his face.
Seeing what he endured made the expression wholly understandable. Madison
couldn’t believe this was happening. Would they touch her like that too? She
shivered.

The creature doing the auctioning called out loudly to the
crowd. Occasional laughter erupted from the spectators. Watching the male’s
auction didn’t offend or disturb these interested participants. Madison gazed
in horror.
How could one being abuse another so casually
? The pain in
his face brought on by the callous inspection was universal. No words were
needed to understand it.

Those in the crowd were mostly hairless beings. They were also
scary tall, with unusually long limbs. They looked strange too, with features
that humans didn’t possess. Compassion seemed to be a difference too; to allow
such a terrible thing they must not have any.

Her turn was next, and when the creature tried to pull her
up on stage, she fought. A rather old alien had just finished purchasing the
male. Seeing the buyer’s lecherous look, Madison knew the poor slave’s
nightmare wouldn’t end with the terrible auction. The thought of a multitude of
hands on her genitals made her want to vomit.

Her hands stayed helplessly tied in front of her, and she
lost her balance on the stone stairs. Falling, she ripped the flesh of her
knees and then her arms as she protected her face from impact, rolling with the
fall. Groaning and bleeding, she fought futilely as the ugly little creature
dragged her up painfully.

The auctioneer began his unintelligible spiel. Several in
the crowd stepped forward to touch her, and she yelped. She tried to fight but
one of her captors hit her, holding her for the potential buyer’s examination.
Madison stared out at the uncaring faces who watched her humiliation without
the slightest indication of guilt.
Bastards.

She’d finally been living her dreams. All she wanted to do
was escape and return home—to reality. She wasn’t on Earth anymore. Overhead a
light lavender sky, filled with fluffy gray clouds, and countless miles of
space separated her from her home.

Immediately after her abduction she’d found herself in a
cage next to an assortment of strange creatures. The hairy thing had stripped
her naked and sprayed her with a tepid orange fluid. She’d sat in shock
shivering for hours. Listening to the moans and cries of the others who shared
her fate had only heightened her own terror. None of them spoke English. On
Earth people from most countries and cultures spoke at least some English, but
it seemed no one here did. It must not have caught on intergalactically. Didn’t
aliens watch TV and listen to pop music?

She had tried to keep a positive attitude as her mind began
to contemplate escape. The shaking that’d wracked her body subsided slightly.
Fear gave way to anger. How dare some hairy alien just show up and snatch her
from the streets. After processing that ‘yes, aliens and UFOs are real’ her
next question was, did a group exist to protect one planet from another? She’d
watched enough
Star Trek
to know Big Brother could go interplanetary.
Who was watching out for the unaware, like herself?

She had tried to communicate with the others, but it was
pointless. When she raised her voice, she found out why most of the prisoners
sat quietly afraid in the dark corner of their cells. The hairy creature who’d
stripped her earlier rushed at her with a stick. Hairball raised it and she
thought he planned to hit her; however, she saw it glow and vibrate in his hand
instead. Hearing the screaming and banging of the others told her that this
wasn’t a good sign, just before she felt the horrible punishment. Pain radiated
through her body, and she twitched, shaking on the cold metal floor, still damp
from the orange spray. When it was over, she found herself coughing up blood
and bleeding from her ears. Stumbling back into the corner, she’d curled up
into a ball and sobbed as quietly as she could.

Terror kept her hidden and quiet. Every time Hairball came
around she tried to be as small and quiet as she could. They gave her water and
a disgusting paste even hunger couldn’t inspire her to eat. Without Earth’s day
and night she lost track of time, assuming each time they sprayed her with the
orange liquid represented a new and terrible day in hell.

* * * *

“Prime human female, years of work ahead of her, good for
breeding, considered attractive by her species. This female is docile and
healthy. Recently taken from her world, she’s ready for servitude. If it’s true
about humans being resonates, this one certainly is. She was taken from a place
of artistic expression.” The slaver shouted to the crowd, looking for any hint
of interest in their faces.

The reddish brown hair of the naked human glinted in the
heat of the Alburion sun. Julstavius and his business partner Rex walked
through the market looking to purchase a fresh, hot lunch. They’d not come for
the slavers, but the human caught Julstavius’s eye. He’d no need for another
slave, but something deep within him responded to her valiant struggle.

Without a wife and children, his needs were simple so he
only had two slaves. A Belonian house slave, she was a small winged docile
creature named Uika, and a tall strong male from an unknown world he called
Bink. He’d tried to teach the strong but simple creature to speak. Even with
the basic translator implanted behind his ear, it was useless. Jul decided long
ago that the creature wasn’t capable of language. He treated his slaves well,
and they served him loyally. He knew men who raped and beat their slaves, but
he didn’t believe abuse was effective for teaching. Pain was an important part
of sex to his people, but Jul had no stomach for cruelty and force.

The slaver dragged the human creature across the wood
platform. Jul could see her injuries from the pointless struggle. Humans were
very similar to his kind because of the similarity in planet distance from the
sun. It made human a popular choice for prostitution and medical research. The
off-world slaver pulled her to her feet. Her body was without a blemish,
excluding her injuries, and her very lovely expressive face looked out at the
crowd even with the humiliation of naked servitude. Her big dark eyes appeared
very intelligent, but it was that noble pride that made the pain on her face
all the lovelier. Jul’s cock grew hard just looking at her.

Humans were prized slaves, never cheap. Well matched to
Alburionian people they could even pass with a good tan, ridge implants, and a
shaved body. Her soft looking hair intrigued him, and the tufted of identically
shaded pubic hair between her legs only served to make him harder.

“I don’t know why they don’t shave those creatures before
the auction.” Rex’s words snapped Jul out of his lust.