Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2)

Grabbed By The Alien

Aana Celestya

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First edition, 2016

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 …
A Spirited Purchase

Chapter 2 …
Language, Culture, and Promises… and Ogling

Chapter 3 …
A Dark Word of Glittering Gems

Chapter 4…
The Horrors of Rule

Chapter 5…
Dream in Pleasure

Chapter 6…
Blood Claim

Chapter 7…
Unbroken

Chapter 8…
Homeward

Chapter 1 …
A Spirited Purchase

After so long in the dark, even the muted lights were garish.  Beings that never came anywhere near Milky Way – Earth Bound filled the room.  Crystalline walls that sparkled so beautifully should never be part of something as dark and horrible as an auction of flesh – human flesh.   It seemed Amelia’s time had come.

Her eyes refused to focus, a migraine building as lights were fixed on her – the thin shift that had been roughly forced over her head was nearly transparent beneath the blaze.  That shift had only been allowed because she was prime value – a virgin.  Still, she was restrained, bound within a metal ring, limbs splayed. 

Amelia couldn’t decide in that moment whether it was a good thing or not that she turned down the member of the terra-mining frat on his
oh so generous
– yeah right – offer. 

Apparently, her standards had saved her from being assaulted by her captors as well as from the dive markets; but really, was any slave auction all that different from the next?  And that’s what was transpiring, an auction.

Amelia could hardly differentiate individual ‘words’ through the din; not that it would matter, not a single one of the beings – she assumed that they were in the process of bidding on her – spoke in any of the languages she knew. 

That surprised Amelia; she was a linguist, an excellent one at that, with nearly thirty alien dialects in her repertoire.  Even though she knew that she shouldn’t be surprised; her abductors had taken her outside the galaxy of her birth – it was disconcerting to, for once, not know what was being said around her.

The din quieted, a single voice – the officiator’s mumbled out once, twice.  However, if three was the charm on this planet, another voice boomed through the hall before the auction could be closed. 

“
Aftnich luerma.” 
Judging by the sudden buzz among the buyers, whoever that voice belonged to had either just placed a significant bid, was very important on this planet, or both.

*

Galtan had thought himself cold.  He hadn’t believed compassion remained within him; however, there had been something that called to him when he had glimpsed the female on the security feeds at the spaceport as he was doing an inspection earlier that day. 

He had tried to convince himself that it had been the human’s coloring.  Hair darker than starless space on the outer rim – it had hung down her back in heavy coils; her eyes, a brighter blue than luerma, the most prized gems of his world; her skin looked smoother than polished crystal and was a warm-hued cream. 

As he looked at her skin, he had wondered whether the galaxy she hailed from, had been named for women as fair as she. Yes, that particular female was likely the most beautiful human Galtan had ever seen – but there was more.  There was spirit – they hadn’t broken her.

She had fought in the back hall of the port.  Galtan had watched her strike out at the
collectors
over the security feed, shocking everyone.  He smiled, an expression that felt uncomfortable on his face, thinking about the way the human had moved. 

She had been swift with her feet as she kicked, but
by haltrak,
she was just mean when she used her fists to shatter softer structures of the face and to hit poorly guarded week points on the body. 

When the
collectors
had managed to subdue her, with help from private guards, they had been forced to take her to the medibay to heal her tender flesh.  Slaves had to be in prime condition to fetch the best price.

It was then, that the men around him had started chattering about how the female’s new owner would have to break her in.  Men that more than feared Galtan had stood about, before the monitors to discuss the best methods to break down a spirited slave: pain, deprivation, humiliation, etc.  For the first time in nearly two and a quarter cycles – eighteen of the human’s years – Galtan felt the emotion one might call regret, or perhaps pity. 

That stirring within him had driven Galtan to attend his first auction in at least a cycle.  When he had been ushered with great commendation into the hall, the hosts desperate to fulfil any desire he might have, the Spirit – Galtan couldn’t help but think of her any other way – had been given some sort of light sedative and was on display for bidding. 

A
Murga
couple had just placed the top bid, thirty standard shalkan, on Galtan’s female and were doubtless going to close out the bidding.  Thirty shalkan was a nice profit on any slave, worth approximately a tenth of a single standard luerma. 

The concept had been completely reviling – the
Murga
used human slaves for some very sick pleasures, no human lasted long.  Unable to stand the thought of the slimy, dripping with mucus, aliens having the beauty, Galtan had silenced the auction house’s manager with a single raised digit, and bid.

“Five luerma.” The hall went silent for but a heartbeat, before voices in various languages buzzed.  Few ever had an actual luerma in their possession – only the highest elite might have more than one.  To put such a value on a slave that wasn’t of status or empowered was unheard of; and even when royalty or kinetics came on the market, to pay more than a luerma or two was absurd.   Galtan knew this, but didn’t care.  The female’s spirit was worth the price.

The
palat
, the officiator, stood there in silence.  To facilitate the man, Galtan pulled a pouch from an interior pocket in his coat, took five luerma and held them in his open palm.  Even in the low light, the stones flashed brilliantly – miniature, blue supernovas. 

“Does anyone beat five luer?”  The
palat
looked around the room for form. “Five luer?”  Staring straight at Galtan, knowing no one would beat the bid the
palat
uttered one last time, “Five luer?” 

The spotlights dimmed, Spirit was his.

*

Amelia felt ill.  Whatever the slavers had forced into her veins at the port was making her ill.  She had felt the effects before though – when she was taken.

Amelia had always been brilliant, but unfortunately there were times she disconnected from reality and made some bad choices.  The mating conference had been a bad choice, but her friend Simone had found a lovely mate from the Morpal planetary system, even if he was a bit orange in hue.

She had been on her way to that conference on Umbriel – the Uranus moon that had developed a reputation as the moon of love in the 26
^th
century – from earth when the transport had been attacked. 

Any men on the transport had been ejected into space by the slavers; they only wanted the women.  Amelia had been the prize of the capture as the only virgin on board.

In the common date system declared 2734, within Earth’s planetary system, virginity held zero value, and hadn’t since the end of the 23
^rd
century; so the valuing of lack of experience was an antiquated notion. 

As much as Amelia might seek to analyze what she perceived to be a lack of logic, she wasn’t up to the effort.  She was exhausted, hungry, cold, and drugged. 

They didn’t bother to take her off the ring she was suspended in; instead they ran the hook holding the ring along a track system.  The ring jerked to a stop, which didn’t help the queasiness, when she reached another brightly lit area. 

Through barely cracked lids, Amelia saw that this was the place where the buyers thoroughly examined their new purchases.  Other women that had been auctioned before her were being probed and prodded.

Someone…something was fiddling with the shift she was clothed in, they were going to strip it from her.  Bracing herself to face the humiliation, Amelia squeezed her eyes tight.  The booming voice sounded again.

“
Threk!”
Suddenly whatever had been preparing to strip her jumped away from her bound body. 

*

Galtan didn’t want the greedy limbs, tentacles, or eyes of those around to touch her.  Though familiar with the processes of the auction houses, he was not of a mind to go through the motions with Spirit.

The
displayer
dashed away from her; so called for the transparent nature of its specialized
limbs
– tentacles really. 
Displayers
were aliens hired by slavers.  They would probe a human’s orifices with the clear tentacles, holding a female’s body open. 

The process served a couple of purposes: first many buyers wanted to scrupulously examine their new purchase; many buyers also took great enjoyment in the humiliation and degradation that the slave would feel from the process; and lastly it was simply another method by which a new slave could be further broken.

“My lord?”  Galtan’s position awarded him such an address, Lord Commander of the Armies – of the entire super planet of Amirak-Ren.

“I don’t pay a fortune for a slave, for your minions to turn around and expose what is mine, to everyone.”  Galtan kept his voice cold, menacing, as he walked to the pale beauty.  Her skin was coated with a light sheen of sweat even though her body shuddered – the sedative that had been used to tame her for the auction wasn’t sitting well in her body.

Galtan didn’t bother with unfastening the restraints; instead, he pulled the small blade at his hip and sliced through the bonds.  The ties keeping the female’s legs splayed went first, then those at her wrists.  Galtan pulled her from the display ring, set her on the floor before him, and turned her – he had been right about her eyes.  Even glazed by drug fever, the human’s eyes sparkled as vividly as they had during the fight at the space port.

*

Amelia was relieved to be off that infernal ring.  Though she had been tied to it, her weight had been centered on the arches of her feet.  Yet, more than her feet being happy, she was thrilled to not be spread open for alien amusement.

It had been disconcerting when she had felt a blade slide against her skin, but the edge had been meant for the bonds, not Amelia’s skin.  Now, she was on the floor, and whatever being had
rights
– according to this world he did – to her was turning her body to look at it…him.  It was certainly a ‘him,’ and he could have easily passed for human.

The world kept trying to spin, but Amelia was determined to get a good look at the alien that had purchased her. 
Or am I the alien
– her thoughts were beginning to haze-over. 
Please don’t let me pass out in front of all of these beings. Please don’t let me pass out.
 

Amelia tried to focus her eyes and caught a glimpse of lavender.  Lavender, the shade of the sweetest smelling Angel Face rose.  Determined, her eyes focused again.  As Amelia registered that the man staring down at her had lavender eyes, he must have seen something in hers.

The intergalactic male – Amelia was still trying to decide which of them was the ‘alien’ in this circumstance – abruptly turned to walk in the direction of the door, pulling her with him by the hard grip he had on her bicep.

*