Claimed by the Ruthless Alien Lords

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I felt so deeply humiliated. I wasn't fat, but I wasn't skinny either. My tummy and hips had a soft appearance that I hated. The same was true of my enormous breasts. I desperately wanted to cover up all my private parts.

The thing that truly bothered me. What should not have mattered but did was the fact that I hadn't shaved my legs or my armpits in ages. There was no one at the motel I needed to impress, so I was a hairy mess.

My bush, oh man, my bush was enormous, reaching all the way up to my navel. The dark curly hair that covered my lower stomach was a trait I had inherited from my mom. I hated it, and I never would have shown it to anyone. Not that any of it mattered, but my brain decided that this was what I would worry about.

Every so often, my little tray would come to a pause in front of a group of faces. Every single one of the beings I came to a halt in front of appeared to be human. It felt as though I drifted smoothly past the oddly shaped creatures that filled the hall. I was unable to figure out why that happened to be the case.

The clusters of men that I lingered in front of looked me over appraisingly. I was able to see them gesturing toward me with their fingers while conversing with one another. Wherever they directed the light, the air currents around me shifted accordingly. I was forced to bend forward, lie flat, sit upright, and kneel down. There was no way for me to resist the air currents, since they were far too powerful. The light appeared to shine directly on whichever part of me held their greatest interest.

In a single position, I caught sight of other faintly lit trays arranged along a raised stage on the opposite side of the room. Various other creatures were displayed upon those trays. Each of them was restrained in a posture much like the one I was in. A woman who resembled a human was moving among them across the stage, fastening collars around the narrowest part of each creature. It dawned on me that we were being offered for sale, and that this is exactly what an intergalactic slave house would look like.

It was unbearable that humans were treating other humans as slaves. They ought to understand that this was wrong. All at once, I was overcome with fury.

This was beyond what anyone could tolerate. With the final group of men, the air currents pushed and pulled me in every direction. The sheer audacity they showed in treating me this way. The auctioneers would most likely want to kill me for showing such bravado, but honestly I didn't care at all. I was absolutely furious.

I tried to scream at the men standing in front of me. At first, no sound came out at all, because some strange air current was stopping it. I glared at them and pushed back against the air currents. I wasn't about to just be the puppet they wanted me to be.

One of the males in front of me had long dirty blonde hair hanging down his back, and he smiled smugly at me and made a motion. The air current that had been preventing me from speaking was gone, and I made the most horrible noises. I called them every bad name I had ever heard and cursed them in every way I could possibly think of. I struggled against my bonds and glared at them.

The men talked amongst themselves for several moments while I floated in front of them. I had run out of cuss words, so I just scowled in their direction. I looked around angrily and wondered which group of ass holes I would end up stopping in front of next. Hopefully these jerks were finally done with me.

A massive dark haired man in the group made a motion and shouted something out. The air current over my mouth returned, and my platform spun across the room to the wall. The light under my feet dimmed until it was nothing more than a dull glow. Humanoid hands placed a cool metal collar around my throat.

Oh God, what had I done?

I watched with terror as the auction continued. In spite of everything that was going on around me, I could not tear my eyes away from the final cluster of men in front of whom I had come to a halt. It seemed as though the man with the dark hair had purchased me.

I made an effort to bring back to mind precisely what he had looked like. From this far away, it was difficult to make him out clearly. As I recalled, he had been a big man, and muscular as well. Right in the center of his chest, there appeared to be a breastplate made of metal. I had a vague recollection of noticing the hilt of a sword hanging at his waist. Taken altogether, he gave the impression of being a dangerous man.

For a brief moment I turned my gaze away from him and took a look at the other slaves. A few of them looked more or less human, but the majority did not. As a matter of fact, I could not see anyone else here on the stage who seemed to have come from Earth.

As I scanned the auction once more, the dark haired man was no longer anywhere in sight. For an instant I felt a surge of panic at the thought that he had gone. If it had not been him who bought me, then who had? Not being able to know was harder to bear than knowing would have been.

A small movement near my feet drew my attention, and I glanced downward. The dark haired man was standing there, together with the four other men, and all of them were gazing up at me. Their eyes appeared to be sizing me up. I was sharply conscious of just how far apart my legs were spread and of everything that left completely exposed to them.

In the midst of my fear, my body went and did the most humiliating thing imaginable. I wet myself. The golden liquid splashed down along my legs and onto the white platform below.

The men gazed at it with curiosity, and it appeared as though they were talking it over among themselves. The one with the long blonde hair reached out toward the edge of the platform. I could feel the air currents battling against him, as if they were trying to push him away. He was not deterred in the slightest, and he dipped one finger into the yellow puddle. He studied it closely, just as his friends did, and then he tasted it.

As if it weren't bad enough to piss myself in public, now some alien is tasting it.

The female-looking creature that had put the collar on me came over and stood beside the men. They looked at her with wary suspicion. A long tentacle emerged from her throat and probed into the ear of the long-haired man. She remained impassive, but the man bowed his head to her. She made a motion, and the puddle was gone from my little platform. The urine still clung to my legs, and I wished the air currents would dry it off.