Merchandise by Angelique Voisen

reached for the
zipper of J’s flight suit. The stone beneath J felt uncomfortably cold and
hard. Farr licked his lips with every inch of skin he uncovered, looking less
of a noble prince and more of a lecher.
    Beside him, Gael and his men stood,
expressions intent, but no less similar. There was bestial hunger in all of
them, reminding her of animals denied their need for so long. They weren’t
going to be the least bit gentle with her, she knew. Once, the thought would’ve
sent a thrill down her spine, but only unease settled inside her.
    Where
are these thoughts coming from? Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? All I have
to do is let them take me on this table. Then I’m free. I’ll no longer just be
a Breeder, a property of Genesis Inc., but the mate of a proud warrior prince.
    “Farr,” J began.
    He growled in response, as if he
was no longer capable of stringing entire sentences together. J instantly knew
whatever she had to say would be futile. After coming this far, Farr wouldn’t
accept any form of hesitation or resistance from her. Her breasts spilled out
from the flight suit, and Farr paused to lick one of her nipples, sending a
shiver down her spine.
    Someone cleared his throat. Gael. “My prince, you can take your time with her later.”
    Farr grunted, pulling his mouth
away, and jerked the rest of the fabric away until J was completely naked. The
wind teased her exposed pussy, and she became unconsciously aware of the crowd
and the hundreds of alien eyes watching her. This isn’t the time for modesty. This is what your new master wants. Farr
wants to show you off, so let him.
    “Don’t be afraid, little one,” Gael
coaxed, beginning to stroke her back. “Lie flat on your back.”
    J obeyed, and Farr parted her legs,
his erection painfully visible under his suit. He took his cock out, and ran
his hand across the inside of her thighs. By her side, Gael leaned down to suck
her left tit, while his other hand thumbed her right.
    Why
does this feel so wrong? Despite that, her body quivered and shuddered,
reacting to the touches of the two men.
    Farr rubbed his hand over her wet
glistening pussy lips while his thumb circled her clit. Someone nearby let out
a hoarse cry of protest, but Farr and Gael paid the sound no mind. J almost
panicked, but Gael easily pinned her wrists above her head. The urge to fight
and flee rose in her, but she calmed down at his reassuring voice.
    “Relax, J.” Gael kept her wrists
pinned with one large hand while he stroked her hair with the other. “When Farr
plunges into your maidenhood for the first time, it will hurt, but we will make
it better later on.”
    J knew this. Pain didn’t frighten
her. In some ways, she even liked a bit of it during pleasure. So why was she
reacting like an ill-trained female? She forced herself to relax, but when Farr
placed her legs over his shoulders and teased the tip of his cockhead against
her cunt, the feeling rose again.
    The fading marks, the odd imprint
of teeth on either side of her neck tingled like a brand. She remembered
figments and snippets about those marks, but frustratingly not the entire piece
of the puzzle. J recalled phantom touches capable of making her body sing, and
faces she couldn’t place names to.
    Her memories may be murky, but J
was certain about one thing. She didn’t want Farr to take her maidenhood.
    “You
know us, J. You just have to remember. Deep in your memories, we’re still
there,” said one of Farr’s captives.
    “Hush, little one,” Gael said in a
soothing voice, and J realized she had been making pleading and whimpering
noises. “Farr is going to make you feel so good in a moment. Allow me to
distract you.”
    The moment he let go of her wrists,
J moved. She pulled back her legs from Farr’s shoulders and got off the table.
Farr was too surprised to react. By the time he recovered, J pulled the tiny
plasma revolver on Farr’s belt. Her hands trembled. She had never shot or