Page 11 of Bought and Shared

All the other women seem to know how to act around the men. How to flirt, tease, and take teasing in return. I know none of these games of seduction. I’m awkward, childish, and ignorant of relationships between men and women. It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

As we’re driving, I take note of how Amy’s masters interact with her.

They are all bold and beyond attentive. There’s not a moment when one of the three men aren’t touching her.

They pass her between them like a beloved doll.

While sitting in their laps, they stroke her hair, hold her hands, and openly pet her thighs.

Though I should be ashamed of my snooping, I’m desperate for a crash course in the opposite sex. As my de facto teacher, Amy does not disappoint. I can tell she knows exactly what men want, and she’s never shy about giving it to them.

At some point during our journey, Amy straddles the thighs of one of her Voltan masters and begins to simulate riding him.

His hands are around her waist, gently supporting her movements as she grinds against his obvious erection and he fixedly holds her gaze.

Amy’s body is graceful as she rocks back and forth, kissing her blond Voltan lover with so much passion it causes my cheeks to burn.

When his hand disappears under her skirt, I know I should look the other away, but I can’t.

I’m enthralled. Hungry for information and a glimpse into what my own future will look like.

Slickness gathers between my legs as Amy rubs against both the soldier’s hand and his cock.

Remembering how good it felt last night when Oren had done the same to me causes my heated thighs to press together and for me to bite my lip so I don’t accidentally let out the moan threatening to escape.

As I unabashedly watch, the men to their left and right encourage the foreplay, rubbing Amy’s back, breasts, and rear end as she begins to grunt and pant from her building desire.

The bus suddenly changes lanes and Amy nearly topples off the soldier’s lap. When he catches her in his strong arms, she giggles and another man plucks her away, settling her into his arms while whispering something illicit into her ear.

Flushed and stimulated, I shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. To my ultimate surprise, the rocking bus soothes me enough to lull me into a dreamless oblivion. Some time later, I feel Cadence gently shaking me awake.

“We’re stopping for lunch,” she softly informs me.

Suppressing a yawn, I stretch and follow everyone off the bus. We’re at a popular fast-food restaurant that even I’ve eaten at a handful of times in my life, and I’m kind of excited to be doing something so normal.

Cadence and I discuss what we’re going to get as we wait in line for service. Behind us, there’s a group of men unaffiliated with the Voltan. They’re human, in their twenties, and wearing matching jackets that signal they’re on a sports team of some kind.

As the line crawls forward, I hear one of the boys behind us whisper, “Ask them,” as the others dissolve into riotous laughter. When I hear the word “redhead” uttered between them, I know they’re talking about us.

Immediately, I’m uncomfortable with the situation. I’m out of my element just by being at this restaurant, let alone being so physically exposed. Besides some tame advances from the men in my church congregation, I’ve never been in this type of situation before. I don’t like it.

“Do you think they’re with them?” One boy wonders aloud.

“They look like they suck Voltan dick,” another one of their group snarks back.

“I’d like it if the redhead sucked my dick,” another quips, and the group cackles like it’s the funniest comment in the history of mankind.

“I’ll take the dark-haired one,” his friend nastily returns. “I’m not into fire crotches! The Voltan don’t seem to mind though. They’re so hard up for pussy, they’ll take whatever they can get!”

I inwardly cringe at their crude words. Not only are they talking about us, but they’re openly discussing our connection to the Voltan in the most foul of ways.

Utterly humiliated, I want a trap door to open beneath my feet and swallow me whole.

I’m raw, emotional from being snatched away from my family, and tired.

The last thing I need right now is this pack of mean boys praying upon our helplessness.

To be so unkind is unthinkable to me. The draft isn’t a choice. It’s a requirement. That they’d judge us for what we can’t control seems so unnecessarily cruel and ignorant.

I feel someone tug one of my curls then and I try to scoot forward out of their reach. Attempting to ignore their teasing, I press closer to Cadence. When it happens a second time, my friend whips around and confronts the boys head-on.

“Do you need something? Clearly you wanted our attention, so now you have it!” Her beautiful blue eyes are flashing fire, and I’m in awe of how fierce she is.

Though I’m not brave like Cadence, I join her in glancing back at the men harassing us.

They’re probably close to our age, but they look like children in comparison to the Voltan warriors that are in our party.

In truth, they’re acting like children too.

Giggling, poking each other in the ribs, and encouraging the “bravest” of their ranks to continue abusing us for no good reason other than an entitled notion that they can.

“We wanted to know something,” the tallest member of the group announces with a smirk.

I recognize him as the one who said he doesn’t like “fire crotches”. My stomach lurches then. I just know it won’t be anything I want to hear, but he seems dead set on posing his question anyway.

Before Cadence can respond, he pushes forward with his query. “If we buy your lunch, would you suck us all off like you do the Voltan?”

I want to be sick. My face must pale noticeably because the tall boy sneers directly at me. “You got a problem with human cock, fire crotch? I guess being such a dirty slut, you’ll only suck it if it comes from another planet.”

Cadence gasps at the crudeness of the boy’s words. The warriors that are accompanying Amy to her seat overhear what the despicable man says. Setting down their trays, they head our way.

“Hey, Chris, some of the soldiers are coming over here,” one of the quieter, more nervous boys alerts his friend.

“You think I care?” Chris spits back, but he suddenly isn’t wearing that ugly, self-assured smirk of his any longer. His face takes on a pinched, nervous quality that isn’t flattering. “I’m not afraid of any alien freak, no matter how big he is!”

“Alien freak,” the blond Voltan warrior repeats, his dark eyes as hard as diamonds as he approaches us. “You wouldn’t be talking about us, would you, boy?”

There’s no arguing that the Voltan cut an impressive form.

They’re huge, with bulging muscles, and as tall, or taller, than most of Earth’s largest humans.

Dressed in head-to-toe black, body-hugging uniforms, they’re as intimidating as the devil himself, and the three heading our way seem to eat up all the available space in the restaurant the closer they get.

Their sudden arrival seems to shut the entire group of boys up, with the exception of Chris, who is either too stupid or too arrogant to know any better.

“This is a private conversation between humans,” the arrogant boy tells them, his eyes darting possessively over Cadence and me. “Mind your business, or I’ll let my dad know that men from Fort Cunt are bothering us.”

Chris’s friends, quietly standing beside him until now, burst into laughter over his outlandish nickname for the military base.

While I might be sheltered, I understand the meaning of his statement well enough.

The community has specific feelings about Fort Kent’s female human auctions, and they aren’t exactly positive. Hence the disgusting nickname.

The three Voltan soldiers smirk at one another then. They aren’t intimidated in the least by this young, fragile human male. Stepping forward, the blond, whose lap Amy had been riding earlier, cocks his head to the side. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is,” Chris lamely fires back. “My dad is Senator-”

Before he can finish schooling us on his family’s political pedigree, the blond soldier gets about an inch from his face and cuts his little speech short. “Your daddy was Senator so and so, kid. Now he’s just another subject of the Voltan. No better or worse than anyone else.”

The boy’s arrogant features turn purple with rage at the reminder of how far his family has fallen from grace. “You have no right to talk about my father-,”

The enormous man laughs directly in his face.

“That’s the thing about being the victor, kid.

We have every right. That’s the deal we struck with your daddy and all the people like him.

We save your planet, we get to rule it. Plain and simple.

You don’t get to reap the benefits of our aid and then cry about the cost of doing business after you accept our help.

Without us, this tiny planet would be nothing more than rubble and ash. The least you can do is be grateful.”

Chris, in his haze of anger, grinds out, “I guess that makes you feel entitled to as much human pussy as you want then.”

The boy’s friends grow unnaturally still at his vulgar comment.

The blond Voltan grabs him by hi supper arms, lifts him directly into the air, and hauls him within an inch of his face.

“Watch your mouth around the ladies, boy. I don’t give a fuck who your daddy is.

He isn’t half the man you think he is if he raised a disrespectful piece of shit son like you. ”

Chris’s lower lip begins to tremble. “Let go of me!” He whines, and I notice his voice isn’t half as steady as it was a minute ago.

“Not until you apologize to these two women for the disrespectful things you said to them,” the soldier returns.