Owned By The Alien Prince

by Zara Zenia

  I jumped out of my seat, ready to wait in the back for my beautiful virgin to be presented to me. I couldn’t wait to greet her in a noble way. It would be a thrill to show her around Xicret and the palace. She was mine, now and forever.

  When we got home, the first thing I intended to do was fuck her silly, until she had realized everything she had been missing was right in front of her. My skills would soon shape her view point.

  I was going to be the perfect mate for her. I would protect her and love her with all of my life.

  Chapter Four

  Lucy

  My breath caught in my throat as fear immobilized me. The Xicret women had left me in the room with the other two girls, but the tranquilizer had calmed me to the point of not being able to shout out or move closer to them.

  I was in control of my mind, but mentally unraveling because physically…I was stuck and frozen.

  I would just simply have to wait for it to wear off before I could really do anything. I was so groggy with exhaustion from the sedative that even moving my head a few inches became an exceedingly unfathomable effort.

  My mind was still racing a million miles a minute though. For whatever reason, the sedative didn’t functionally impairs me in that regard. I wished my body could follow in my brain’s footsteps.

  It was only a matter of time before I regained my normal, useable strength. The natural feeling to be negative about a hopeless situation still gnawed at my brain. What good would it do me once I did snap out of the grip of the sedative?

  It wasn’t as if I would be able to escape my new Xicret mate. He bought me, and I already knew that he fully intended on dragging me back to his home planet regardless of whether I was kicking and screaming during the process.

  I tried to decipher any exits to the auditorium, but I couldn’t find any and I cursed inside my head at my own dumb luck for being in this situation in the first place.

  I knew not to go outside by myself at a party or anywhere alone for that matter, but here I was, stuck in a room waiting to see what would become of me. I was sure that whatever happened next, I wasn’t going to enjoy it much.

  I could tumble over the ‘what if’ scenarios that threatened to wreak havoc in my mind until I was blue in the face. Like everything else, it wouldn’t do me any good to protest either internally or defensively to my new captor.

  I was stuck with this guy, and I might as well try to make the best of it. If I dwelled on the past and how much I missed my family, I’d only be amplifying the suffrage of my spirit.

  The Xicret women had dressed me in the most painfully skin tight black dress I could ever imagine. I had been in denial my entire life about my weight and my figure.

  Now, there was little left to the imagination and all my curves were accentuated in all their voluptuous glory.

  It wasn’t that I was fat, I was just curvy and needed bigger clothes to wrap around all that voluptuousness.

  I had been trying for years to squeeze into dresses, skirts and pants that protested against my body and didn’t fit me well.

  I guessed now the Xicret women were trying to do the same thing by making me look more profoundly attractive than they thought I was.

  I usually just willed myself to suck in all the curvier areas to be able to button and zipper my clothes up because I wanted to wear all the cute outfits all the skinny girls wore.

  I had wanted a slender body like my mother’s my entire life. I thought that if I tried to dress in her sized clothes I could accomplish that aspiration, but it never worked.

  But this dress was so tight and unyielding that it almost suffocated me. Breathing was going to be a painful event so long as I had this garment wrapped around my body.

  I had a tough time moving around and maneuvering in it, but the sedative probably added to the force of effort I had to expel due to my muscle weakness.

  I was just trying to convince myself to cry just about every second of existence at this point.

  “Get up!” a snarly voice jolted me awake again.

  I guessed I had dozed off for a few minutes and I blinked as the world came back into focus from my tired, blurry vision.

  “What?” I managed to croak.

  My muscles protested with soreness and complained in discomfort as the Xicret women lifted me to my feet again. Fresh pain shot through me as they gripped me by my armpits, pulling my sensitive skin.

  “Sit here.” One of them practically threw me at a black folding chair. I stumbled and nearly fell off trying to regain my balance after having been slung around and tossed like garbage.

  “What the fuck is going on now?” I regretted it before I even said it, but my mouth had a bark to it and sometimes got me in trouble.

  Now I knew there was going to be hell to pay for my sharp tongue.

  A large Xicret woman with the most marking’s I’d ever seen one of them adorned on their skin slapped me across the face without warning, but I knew it was coming.

  I lifted my hand to my cheek instinctively. The after burn of contact was stinging with searing pain.

  I wanted to fight her, but I knew I’d never win against somebody that strong. These Xicret women were as tough as trained soldiers.

  The aftermath of the sting felt like fire on my cheek. I looked at the floor and didn’t say another word after that. The lesson was now learned.

  Before long, glass enclosures came up in a sort of circular dome compartment around me and the other two girls. We weren’t together, and additional glass walls rose up to separate us into three sections.

  At least they weren’t soundproof.

  “Hey, let us out of here!” I heard the girl in the middle scream and watched her as she banged on the glass wall to no avail.

  She was no match for it, there was no way out. I knew this must be the ending. The next step was going to be the auction, and then we would be sold.

  I jumped when the click of spotlights fell over me and the other two girls. The heat of the spotlights violated me and made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed in the skin tight dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

  I looked around to determine how the two girls beside me were reacting to this new situation and the glass enclosures. With a perplexed glance in their direction, I noticed one of them was practicing peculiar behavior.

  She was actually flaunting herself. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing in front of me. Is she absolutely crazy?

  Did she just give up all together? What about fighting for your freedom, was that thrown out the window? Clearly this girl didn’t think the struggle was worth it.

  The idea of not putting up a fight gave me a sour feeling, not matter how bleak the outcome or the consequences were.

  It was embarrassingly obvious that she wanted to be selected. She jutted out her hips and ass and twerked a little as she licked her lips and smiled toward what I assumed was an audience of gawkers.

  It was too bright on me to tell what was happening in the darkness of the stands. One thing was obvious. She must not have had a family to return home to.

  If you were desperate enough to want to be sold to an alien race at an auction, then your life must be in complete shambles.

  I shook my head in disbelief, but then quickly looked back down. The last thing on Earth I wanted to do was to call or bring attention to myself in any way.

  I hoped her little stripper type scene would remove any attention that otherwise might have been directed at me. I wanted to go unnoticed here, wished to blend in with the walls, but I knew that was a far stretch.

  I didn’t know what would happen to me if I weren’t sold, but I had a feeling either way, the options were not going to be favorable to me.

  The girl had been wearing a similarly slutty black lacy outfit like me. Her dress was slightly cuter than mine, because she was significantly smaller than I was around the hips and the bust area.

  Clothes always fit the skinny girls better, and even in this crazy situation I
was in right now, I couldn’t help but feel the natural bite of comparison and the gnaw of jealousy.

  A man yelled in a language I didn’t understand, which I guessed to be their Xicret native idiom. He was blue and short, but buff.

  He had a microphone and was flamboyantly waving his arms around. He also adorned a top hat and tuxedo.

  I smirked even through my fear, because he was trying to dress like a human. This must be a special day for him, what with the bidding and all.

  I’d never heard a Xicret creature speak before, and as collapsed as I was inside, I couldn’t help but feel a remote slice of intrigue for the different, intergalactic race in front of me.

  To my horror, as I squinted my eyes I finally noticed who he was animatedly talking to. My suspicions now realized, I gulped worriedly and looked out to the stands.

  There were dozens of other blue Xicret men, but also regular looking men out there in the auditorium, gawking at the three of us as if we were animals caged in a zoo. I felt like a wild animal behind these thick plexiglass walls.

  I was going to be auctioned off, and my fate would be sealed forever. Everything I ever knew would be gone forever.

  The people I loved disappeared in my vision like fog on a dark morning. I refused to look up at any of them. I didn’t want to make eye contact. I hoped and prayed that none of them would pick me and that I would get to go back home to my family.

  Never before now had I ever wanted to be viewed as unwanted goods to anyone until this dark moment in my life. I was frozen in fear, unable to move a muscle from my physical trance of dread for what was going to happen next, because I had no idea what was going to happen and not being able to control the situation was making me tremble.

  The fear was real, burdensome and screaming through my insides. I was doomed if I didn’t get picked, but then again, I was probably in for a world of suffering if I did get picked on the opposite end of the spectrum.

  I already wasn’t good with surprises as it was in a normal or happy situation. I felt as if I might puke at any moment. My stomach was a sea of unrest, thrashing about with waves of tormenting uncertainty.

  I tried to play it off and look bored on the exterior, even though on the inside my mind wailed and told me to fight. I wanted to blend it and become a wallflower.

  The other two girls were inadvertently helping me achieve that goal by the way they called attention to themselves.

  Then, in a heart stopping, gut wrenching moment, the lights shut off with another startling click, cloaking the dancing girl and her friend in darkness first, and then the lights went out over me as well.

  My muscles froze in fear and all thoughts became suspended in the air like a drifting cloud. I didn’t know what to do, but I was on guard through the cloaking darkness.

  I could hear each of my breaths coming in rigid and rapid gasps. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears, beating like a drum.

  What the fuck is happening now? What was I supposed to do? My eyes scanned around but it was completely dark, and eerily silent.

  I stood up, ready to brace for another attack. I had to defend myself with purpose. I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

  Then the lights came back on, but I noticed there was only one spotlight hovering over the glass dome now, and it was pointed directly at me and not on the other two girls. I felt like an animal in a cage.

  I was a spectacle now on display to hungry, foreign men. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life. I trembled in fear and anxiety because I had no idea what would happen to me next.

  Because of the fact that the men had been speaking in a different language, I was unable to discern what was happening as the events unfolded. I felt powerless through the language barrier.

  It didn’t stop the fear in my gut from bubbling to the surface. It was everything I could do to stifle the scream that was rising in my throat, but I had to remain calm.

  I didn’t know what these men were capable of and I certainly didn’t want to be the first to find out what was going on. I closed my eyes and tried not to shake with the fear that threatened to consume me.

  I cursed the universe for placing me in a situation where I could be hurt like this. Why me? What did I ever do in a past life to deserve this kind of torture now in my waking life?

  At the same time, I knew I was partly to blame. My own shitty, stupid choices lead me to this point and this situation.

  Sure, I had made the mistake of putting myself in danger when I went outside at the party by myself, but I hadn’t even been away from other people that long before the brunt attack happened. I hadn’t even had time to react, and I felt the same kind of frustration now.

  I wasn’t in control of any situation I was forced into ever since I was abducted. Nobody would tell me anything. What if there was a torrential language barrier between me and whoever bought me? How would we ever talk to each other?

  I wished that they would just tell me what was going on or at least give me some sort of heads up clue. Why did they have to be so silent and mean? I had a million questions that appeared to remain unresolved for eternity.

  “Hey!” It was my turn to yell; I couldn’t contain or suppress it any longer. “What the hell is going on?” I banged on the plexiglass in front of me.

  It relented for me slightly, but in the end the only thing I was accomplishing was getting sore, bruised fists.

  I thought that maybe I had been picked by a bidder because the light had been taken off the other girls. I heard one of them shout out something, but my pounding pulse in my ears made it hard for me to hear what she could have been yelling about.

  I couldn’t see the girls either, or know if there was any commotion happening. Were they being dragged away? What was going to happen to me next if I had been chosen?

  I felt like I was being stabbed in the chest with a knife. While I was having to endure all this, my family got to sleep in their cozy beds while I was gawked at and bid over by men from a foreign species.

  I hoped they had search and rescue parties looking for me. I prayed that the woods were being plowed through with hunting dogs, trying to track my scent.

  Even though they’d never find me out there in the places I hoped that they were looking…the idea of them on a quest made me feel better.

  I wondered if they missed me. I pictured my mother crying in front of her bathroom vanity at night. I don’t know why this gave me satisfaction. I wanted to be yearned for. I hoped the hole in their hearts would be buried deep.

  If they did enact search parties to go out on the prowl for me, I imagined fully equipped teams stomping through mud and dirt and in the darkness of night or the heat of the sun.

  I wondered how many fresh mosquito bites my parents had on their arms and legs after an exhausting day of trying to look for their lost little girl.

  I was hardly their little girl anymore, but I felt like I could use a hug from a human, someone who would protect and love me. Nobody in this arena would be able to fill the void in my aching heart, nor did they probably even want to.

  I thought about Fred. Was he lying in bed at night in a world of hurt and panic about my whereabouts?

  His sexy smile and dark hair flashed in my vision. He had the greenest eyes that seemed to smile along with his soul.

  I would give anything in order to see his face one more time, even if I knew in advance it would be the last flash of his expression I’d ever see in my waking life.

  Was he looking for me too? What good did it do, and how far would they take it? If they thought I was taken by the Xicret force, then they might have given up, realizing they had no power to stop my abduction in its track.

  The thought of my family giving up on me made me feel miserable, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it because I was scooped up yet again with a strength that took me by surprise. I gasped at the force of being dragged out of the glass chamber.

  The door to my glass prison cell opened and the Xicret women were there again; ready to unl
eash their fury and I was their target. Their eyes were so full of berating hatred.

  They didn’t even know me, so I had no idea where their deep rooted animosity could have stemmed from other than the fact that they were jealous of human girls.

  I screamed, but in vain. One of the Xicret’s trying to restrain me shouted out some type of sentence that I thought was probably an expletive aimed at me, but it did no good because I didn’t understand her.

  Her eyes glared through me and her lips tightened like a lecturing dictator.

  Their anger just fueled my own wrath, and I fought against them as hard as I could. My aggression and thrashing powered me through and was the only thing I had to escape. I knew my life depended on it and like I said before, I would die trying.

  The brazen, hate filled women brought me to another room that had medical looking supplies and a hospital type bed table in the center. The room was bright and stark, very sterile looking.

  They attempted to lay me down on the bed as I kicked and flailed. They forced my arms and legs into stirrups and tightened them until I couldn’t move my extremities anymore.

  I still continued to arch my back to try to loosen them, but it was no use. I grunted, cried out and wailed as the veins in my neck bulged with fury.

  They brought out yet another needle, this one even larger and more threatening than the first.

  “No, please,” I begged. I trembled at the thought of that harsh, glistening metal tip poking through my body.

  Tears polluted my vision and dripped down my face with abundant sorrow. The taste of their saltiness made me even more bitter and resentful to my new fate. I was never going to be able to accept this as anything other than a vivid nightmare.

  I screamed against the pain as the giant needle injector seared through my skin. The liquid contents of the needle plunged into my skin, invading me.

  I had no idea what was in the injection, but soon I was surrendering to whatever effect it held over me like a blanket. I began to feel woozy and droopy. My eyes rolled sloppily back in my head.