Humans are rare. Fertile women even more so. And on this planet? They’re for sale. She was stolen from Earth and brought to a planet where alien elites compete to own breeders. When she’s paraded out, the creatures go wild, and one of them wins her. What follows is no honeymoon. She’s chained and broken in by her new owner, who has no interest in foreplay, only results. Her body is pumped full of alien seed and remade into a perfect womb for his brood. She should hate it. But her moans betray her.
Chapter 1: The Cage and the Cold Light
The first thing Maya knew was pain. A sharp throbbing behind her eyes. Then cold. So cold. Metal pressed hard against her cheek. She tried to move, and chains rattled. Panic, cold and sharp as the metal, shot through her.
Her eyes snapped open. Dim light. Grooved metal floor. Walls that curved up, bars crisscrossing the view beyond. A cage. She was in a cage.
Where? How?
Fragments of memory. Walking home. A dark street. A sudden, silent shadow. A prick in her neck. Nothing.
She pushed herself up. Her head spun. The chains were heavy on her wrists, her ankles. They clinked with every tiny movement. Fear choked her. She tugged, a useless, desperate pull. The metal bit into her skin.
Maya was twenty-three. She had a small apartment, a cat named Leo, a job she mostly liked. She was five foot five, with soft brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Her body was curved, tits full enough to fill her hands, hips that rounded out from her waist. Now, her cheap jeans and cotton shirt felt thin, useless against the chill.
A sound. A scrape, a heavy thud. Outside the bars. She scrambled back, as far as the chains allowed, pressing herself into the cold corner of the cage. Her heart hammered. Two figures appeared in the dim light. Tall. So fucking tall. Not human. Their skin was a dull, greyish green, like old stone. No hair. Large, black eyes, flat and depthless, fixed on her. They were broad, powerful. One of them made a sound, a low guttural rumble. Not a word she knew.
They unlocked the cage door. It grated open. Maya screamed. A thin, reedy sound, swallowed by the vast, echoing space beyond her small prison. One alien reached for her. Its hand was huge, fingers thick, nails like black claws. She flinched, tried to kick, but the chains held her. Rough hands grabbed her arm. Pulled her. “No! Get off me! Let me go!” Her words meant nothing. They dragged her from the cage. The metal floor was ice under her bare feet. When had she lost her shoes?
Her shirt ripped. A hand, cold and strong, closed on her hair. Pulled her head back. She cried out. They were strong. So much stronger. They dragged her down a corridor. The light here was brighter, colder. More cages. Some held others. Shapes huddled in fear. Human? Maybe. She couldn’t see clearly. Too scared. Too fast.
They stopped in a room. Brighter still. White, sterile. Like a nightmare operating theatre. A table in the middle. Metal. Cold. They pushed her towards it. “No! Please!” Her pleas were useless. They forced her onto the table. Straps. Thick, leathery straps. One across her chest, pinning her arms. One across her thighs. She thrashed. Tears streamed down her face. Hot. Helpless. One alien held her legs. The other started at her feet. Roughly, it pulled off her socks, then her jeans. Cold air hit her skin. Goosebumps erupted. Her panties. Thin lace. They offered no protection. A black-nailed finger hooked into the waistband. Ripped them away. Maya sobbed. Exposed. Naked. Her dark hair was fanned out on the metal table. Her eyes, wide and hazel, stared up at the blank ceiling, seeing nothing but her own terror. Her skin, usually warm and olive, was pale with fear, the pink of her nipples tight and hard from cold and terror. Her tits, C-cups that usually sat high and proud, felt vulnerable, splayed against her chest. Her belly, soft. The dark curls between her legs. All exposed.
They didn’t look at her like a person. They looked at her like… like meat. A strange device lowered from the ceiling. It hummed. A red light scanned her body, from her head to her toes. It lingered on her chest, her belly, her cunt. Maya squeezed her eyes shut. Shame burned through her. Hotter than the fear. Hands touched her. Cold. Prodding. One squeezed her breast. Hard. She gasped. It measured. Then the other. They moved down. Pried her legs wider. The strap held her fast. Fingers, cold and clinical, touched her cunt lips. Pulled them apart. A different light. Bright. Invasive. She felt a touch, deep inside her. Cold metal. A speculum. Just like at the doctor’s. But this was no doctor. This was…violation. She bucked against the straps. Screamed again, a raw, broken sound. The alien holding her legs grunted. Pushed her down harder. It felt like an eternity. The probing. The cold. The shame. Then it was over. The instruments retracted. The straps loosened. They pulled her off the table. She stumbled, legs weak. One of them pushed something into her hand. A rough, shapeless garment. Like sackcloth. “Put on,” a voice rasped. Low. Synthesized. English, but wrong. She fumbled with it. Her hands shook too much. The alien grunted, impatient. Pulled it over her head. It was coarse. It scratched her skin. It barely covered her. Her tits pressed against the rough fabric. Her ass was bare beneath the short hem.
They pushed her forward. Out of the room. Another corridor. This one louder. Harsher lights. The air thrummed with a low vibration. Smells hit her. Strange. Musky. Overpowering. She saw other women. Dozens of them. Some human, some… not. All naked, or nearly. Chained. Prodded along by more of the grey-green aliens. Fear, cold and absolute, settled in Maya’s stomach. This wasn’t random. This was organized. They were cattle. She saw a wide opening ahead. Light spilled out. And noise. A roar of voices. None of them human. Her captors shoved her towards it. She dug her heels in. “No! Where are you taking me?” One alien backhanded her. Not hard enough to break anything. Hard enough to make her ears ring. Hard enough to tell her to shut up. Tears welled again. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t. But her body betrayed her. A whimper escaped. They reached the opening. It was a platform. Raised. Bright lights beat down. Beyond it, a vast space. Filled with aliens. Hundreds of them. Different kinds. All looking up. Expectant. An auction. This was an auction. And she was the product. Her value. Her womb. That’s what they’d checked. That’s what they wanted. The alien beside her gave her a final, brutal shove. Maya stumbled forward, into the searing light. Onto the block. Naked beneath the scratchy shift. Her dark hair wild. Her hazel eyes huge with terror. Her body, soft and human, on display. The roar of the crowd hit her. A wave of sound. Alien eyes, hundreds of them, devoured her. Her breath hitched. Her mind went blank. She was going to be sold.
