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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