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offered up as a prize.
Human men, she thought, that could do what they did would be dangerously aggressive if they had to fight first to get their hands on a woman—especially when it was clear to her that none of the men had had any chance at all at a woman until the fish-man had bought her and the others. They wouldn ‟ t be lovers. They would be conquerors, determined to take whether she cooperated or not.
She didn ‟ t think the alien men were going to be any different at all in that respect. Their hunger was almost palpable. She wasn ‟ t deluded enough to think she was that appealing to them as an individual.
None of them saw anything but a hole to fuck when they stared at her through the bars and the bastard that had bought her had fully expected just that reaction. She was the „tease ‟ he was using to build their natural aggressions to a dangerous level so that they would put on a good show for his patrons.
Unfortunately, as scared and mentally deficient as she was because of that, it hadn ‟ t taken her long to figure out that the only way he could capitalize on it was to keep the game in play.
This time when they went out to fight, they would have nothing on their minds beyond winning the chance to try to fuck her to death, but that aggression would be a hell of a crowd pleaser and word would spread. The next time around, fish-man would pull in even more spectators to watch.
He was alien and she knew she was gauging him as if he was human, but she didn ‟ t think she was wrong, unfortunately. She thought his words and actions had already made it clear that he thought very much like a human counterpart would—at least in some respects. His mind might work very differently in some respects, just like his appearance was drastically different, but greed seemed to be a trait that was universal.
Despite every effort not to think about it, her mind wandered after a time to the Hirachi and her offer. She didn ‟ t know if she was more humiliated that they seemed to have declined her offer or that she ‟ d made it at all. It had seemed like an uncontrollable impulse at the time, but she ‟ d come to realize it really wasn ‟ t. It had been her survival instinct kicking in, her primal understanding of nature. They not only looked like the biggest, strongest, and fiercest of the lot, they ‟ d shown a tendency to protect and her subconscious mind had registered that even though she hadn ‟ t consciously been aware of it.
It had been the most natural thing in the world to offer what she knew they wanted in exchange for the protection she needed, even if she was embarrassed because it was both demeaning to her as an individual and socially unacceptable in her own culture.
Her parents, she had no doubt, would be horrified if they ‟ d had any way to learn of it, but she realized there was little point in worrying about it. It wasn ‟ t likely they would ever know that their daughter had prostituted herself to survive—or at least offered to—despite the rigid principles they ‟ d tried to instill in her.
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The worst of it was that she didn ‟ t think she would ‟ ve felt the least bit ashamed of it if they ‟ d taken her up on it—if they hadn ‟ t made it clear that they thought the offer was shameful and had been embarrassed for her.
Hurt and anger, spawned mostly by defensiveness, flickered through her at the reminder.
They had to see just by looking at her that she wasn ‟ t capable of defending herself against what she was up against! If the situation had been different, she might have had some chance of using her skills or her wit to overcome her lack of strength and the disadvantage of being about half the size of most of them! She had nothing to work with, though! Nothing! Even if she could figure out a way to escape, there was no place to run to for safety! Not that she could discern, at any rate.
Surely, if there ‟ d been any sort of lawfulness about the damned place, neither
Human men, she thought, that could do what they did would be dangerously aggressive if they had to fight first to get their hands on a woman—especially when it was clear to her that none of the men had had any chance at all at a woman until the fish-man had bought her and the others. They wouldn ‟ t be lovers. They would be conquerors, determined to take whether she cooperated or not.
She didn ‟ t think the alien men were going to be any different at all in that respect. Their hunger was almost palpable. She wasn ‟ t deluded enough to think she was that appealing to them as an individual.
None of them saw anything but a hole to fuck when they stared at her through the bars and the bastard that had bought her had fully expected just that reaction. She was the „tease ‟ he was using to build their natural aggressions to a dangerous level so that they would put on a good show for his patrons.
Unfortunately, as scared and mentally deficient as she was because of that, it hadn ‟ t taken her long to figure out that the only way he could capitalize on it was to keep the game in play.
This time when they went out to fight, they would have nothing on their minds beyond winning the chance to try to fuck her to death, but that aggression would be a hell of a crowd pleaser and word would spread. The next time around, fish-man would pull in even more spectators to watch.
He was alien and she knew she was gauging him as if he was human, but she didn ‟ t think she was wrong, unfortunately. She thought his words and actions had already made it clear that he thought very much like a human counterpart would—at least in some respects. His mind might work very differently in some respects, just like his appearance was drastically different, but greed seemed to be a trait that was universal.
Despite every effort not to think about it, her mind wandered after a time to the Hirachi and her offer. She didn ‟ t know if she was more humiliated that they seemed to have declined her offer or that she ‟ d made it at all. It had seemed like an uncontrollable impulse at the time, but she ‟ d come to realize it really wasn ‟ t. It had been her survival instinct kicking in, her primal understanding of nature. They not only looked like the biggest, strongest, and fiercest of the lot, they ‟ d shown a tendency to protect and her subconscious mind had registered that even though she hadn ‟ t consciously been aware of it.
It had been the most natural thing in the world to offer what she knew they wanted in exchange for the protection she needed, even if she was embarrassed because it was both demeaning to her as an individual and socially unacceptable in her own culture.
Her parents, she had no doubt, would be horrified if they ‟ d had any way to learn of it, but she realized there was little point in worrying about it. It wasn ‟ t likely they would ever know that their daughter had prostituted herself to survive—or at least offered to—despite the rigid principles they ‟ d tried to instill in her.
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The worst of it was that she didn ‟ t think she would ‟ ve felt the least bit ashamed of it if they ‟ d taken her up on it—if they hadn ‟ t made it clear that they thought the offer was shameful and had been embarrassed for her.
Hurt and anger, spawned mostly by defensiveness, flickered through her at the reminder.
They had to see just by looking at her that she wasn ‟ t capable of defending herself against what she was up against! If the situation had been different, she might have had some chance of using her skills or her wit to overcome her lack of strength and the disadvantage of being about half the size of most of them! She had nothing to work with, though! Nothing! Even if she could figure out a way to escape, there was no place to run to for safety! Not that she could discern, at any rate.
Surely, if there ‟ d been any sort of lawfulness about the damned place, neither
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