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Chapter One

 
    The thunderous roars
of the crowd shook the very ground she stood upon. So many had gathered to lay
witness to the evening’s festivities, celebration of the coming of the equinox,
that it was nearly impossible to get an accurate head count. Varying moons
surrounding the planet held their themed tributes for the festival. The moon
she was on was for one purpose and one purpose only—sex. All Sempia was sure of was that she was the starring act on
this night. It was she, a prized virgin from a line of sex slaves, who was to be
auctioned off to the right bidder. Her hymen would be broken by the winning
bidder and her slave note would then belong to him as well.
    The entry of a
sex slave onto the market and the taking of her virginity was a show many
sought to see. They took great pleasure in watching the slave being serviced by
many before vaginal insertion occurred by the man who would be her keeper. Much
time and effort went into the preparation of the event and additional sex
slaves were used to add bodies to the mix, increasing the show’s appeal. The
extra slaves were ones who had reached a certain status among coliseum goers.
In some odd way, they had become celebrities of sorts to many. She could only
dream of achieving such a status.
    Long ago, she’d
dreamed of a different life. One where she led a household of her own, greeting
her bonded mate when he came in from a long day of labouring. A life where she
would be thought of as more than property, but instead loved by one man—a man
she’d selected already. He’d hardly been a man when she’d dreamed the
impossible. He’d been a boy, barely older than her at the time. He too had been
low-born, his options limited. They had been born to a life of servitude. And Sempia had wisely schooled herself to focus only on the
future available to her, not the one she’d first dreamed of.
    She had vowed
to make the best of this life forced upon her. It would take her many years of
sexual serfdom in an arena setting to win over the crowds in such a way. The
odds of the person who purchased her note allowing her to continue in such a
venue were slim. Most sex slaves were purchased for personal use and to be used
to service the needs of those close to the owner.
    Already the
act, which would culminate with the taking of her virginity, was underway. She
wasn’t involved in the beginning portions of it. The crowd-pleasing regulars
were used to get the masses eager for more and on the edges of their seats. She
had to admit, they did their duty well. From her vantage point, just off from
the staging area, the crowd appeared very pleased. They seemed taken with one
of the alien species brought in to spice things up. It was hard to blame them.
    Sempia tried to look away but couldn’t as
the Mantovian alien stood before the women in the
ring. He was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He had a row of four cocks
between his legs, lined up vertically. They seemed to have a life of their own.
Each one moved in a different direction, like tentacles. There was no mistaking
the mushroom-shaped head on each of them. The rest of the Mantovian’s body was a pale shade of blue, most likely having something to do with the fact
he originated from planet Mantovia , which was almost
entirely covered in crystal-blue water.
    She could
barely make out the gills on the man’s neck even though she was well aware his
species possessed them. He resembled a humanoid and apparently had close enough
DNA to get him into the event, as all attending had to be screened for
compatibility. Still, she wasn’t sure what he intended to do with four cocks.
    The women in
the ring with him dropped to their knees as he cracked the whip he held over
their head. The sound of it snapping in the air made Sempia jerk. She was next. It was her destiny to please others, to offer her body for
their pleasures while her master collected a hefty sum for her efforts. She had
been born into sexual