Sold to the enemy, p.1
Sold to the Enemy, page 1
SOLD TO THE ENEMY
SARA FIELDS
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Afterword
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Sold to the Enemy
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CHAPTER 1
Commander Aubrie Kent shivered as the bitter cold of the dark, dank stone permeated through her skin. Her entire world was wet, freezing, and miserable. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as regret washed over her. It had all gone so wrong, so fast.
Brushing away a stray tear with the back of her dirty hand, she looked around at the cell she’d literally been thrown in hours before.
A superior officer captured. Taken. Utterly ruined.
Could she ever forgive herself for failing the mission? She shook her head. There was no way she could’ve predicted how unprepared they had been, her platoon of Earthen troops decimated. The Venassathi aliens possessed biological weapons that had wiped them out within minutes.
Every male sacrificed. Every female taken.
Now here she sat. Alone and naked, her mouth dry as cotton, her stomach growled.
She wondered if she’d be left here to die. She didn’t want to die this way.
It was so cold. Shivering, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to try to keep warm. She hoped whatever they planned to do with her, it happened soon, even if they were going to kill her. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep and conserve her energy, but nightmares kept her awake despite how hard she tried to shake her fears away.
When she awoke, Aubrie tried to keep her mind busy with the memories of her life before capture and all the mundane tasks that were her responsibilities as an officer in the Earthen army. As a commander, she’d had many duties back at her base, back in Earth’s orbit. She’d planned attacks, orchestrated elaborate missions, and approved lists of soldiers and civilians to live on the space station. Trying to remember their names proved a bit of a distraction, enough to ward off the dangerous grip of panic.
At some point, someone came by and dropped a tray on the ground, sliding it under the bars that held her captive. Ravenous, she stared at the piece of bread and what looked to be some sort of cheese beside a single glass of water, wondering if it was poisoned or ruined with some other sort of biological military weapon. Eventually, her hunger won out as she reached forward for the bread and cheese. If they wanted her dead, she’d be dead already.
After the food was all gone, her stomach still cried out for more. Slowly, she took a little sip of the water, reminding herself that she should conserve it, just in case the aliens decided not to give her any more sustenance for a while. The water seeped over her tongue and she moaned. It tasted slightly metallic and it was warm, but it was the best glass of water she had ever had in her life.
Not long after, she heard footsteps ring out down the dark damp hallway. Backing away to the far corners of her cell, she stiffened when three huge monstrous male aliens stopped in front of her cage. Their skin was a sickening gray-purple color and covered in dark veins that gave them a stony texture. She visibly shivered as she pressed back against the cool rock behind her. Their black beady eyes stared back at her, as their clawed fingers reached forward and pushed the key into the lock of her cell.
The sound was deafening as the door squeaked open. In the ringing silence, she could feel her heartbeat hammering in her chest. She almost forgot to breathe.
“Please. Don’t hurt me,” she whispered.
The three men moved into her cell. With nowhere to hide, she cried out as their claws dug into her arms, lifting her clear off the ground as if she was light as a feather. They carried her out of the dark prison, down halls and up circling flights of stairs, leaving her disoriented at the many twists and turns through their confusing dungeons.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
One of them chuckled, low and sinister.
“Minaria,” he answered.
All at once, her panic took over her every sense. That couldn’t be true, could it? There was no possible way. Her terrified eyes tore around her, seeing cell after cell pass by her. She finally forced herself to look into some of them and came to a horrifying realization. Each one held a woman. She heard a dreadful sound and realized it was a scream coming from her own throat. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember every terrible thing about Minaria that she could, racking her brain for anything that might help her escape from this horrific place.
Far away in the reaches of the universe, in a location known to a scarce few, lay Minaria. It was the main location of the black market human wife trade. Stolen human women, as well as some unfortunate alien females, were auctioned off to the highest bidder.
It wasn’t supposed to be real, she told herself. This had to be a nightmare. She would wake up soon, right? She had to…
A clawed hand squeezed her upper arm, biting into her flesh. Whimpering from the sting, she tried to pull away, but to no avail. Higher and higher the aliens took her, until the light of a very dim red sun bathed over them. Her eyes flitted around, taking in the sights of the dismal, cold, rocky planet. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the stage before her. Struggling as hard as she could, she cried out as they climbed the stage, bringing her with them. Once up on the platform, she was even more horrified to see an audience waiting.
Aliens of all shapes and sizes stared back at her, ready to bid on her as if she was just an animal up for auction. The three aliens threw her to the stage and she landed on her hip with a cry.
“Stand, human,” one of them ordered and she struggled to follow his command.
The biggest one stepped forward and when he spoke, his gravelly voice chilled her to the bone. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her bare breasts from their view as she whimpered.
“This one should fetch a pretty high price, boys. I bring you the commander of the Earthen forces that attempted to slaughter the Venassathi army. Her name is Aubrie Kent and I bet you money that her sweet little cunt is just as tight as her virgin asshole,” he paused, letting the words sink in before a grisly smirk turned up at the corner of his mouth. “So, who wants to own her? Use and abuse her? Teach her a woman’s rightful place?”
One of the aliens grabbed Aubrie by the shoulders and turned her around, showcasing the curves of her backside to the entire crowd.
“If she were mine, first chance I got, I’d put her over my knee and teach her a lesson about who was in charge. Imagine that firm little ass taking the spanking it deserves,” the alien said and one of them slapped her bottom good and hard.
The crowd rumbled with excitement. She felt numb.
“She deserves to be punished. Which of you is going to win her? What are you willing to pay to exact your revenge on a superior officer of the enemy forces themselves?”
Her insides twisted in fear. Bidding opened and the price flew up several thousand in a matter of seconds. She watched as one ugly face after another lifted up their bidding paddles until one man stepped forward to the front of the crowd.
He had to be eight feet tall and looked like he was carved out of marble. His skin was a dark tan color, yet it shimmered with golden tones. His dark gray eyes bored deep into her soul. His chest, sculpted with rippling muscle, tensed as he crossed his arms. Two horns stuck out of his forehead, giving him a sinister expression that reminded her of the devil. He had no hair, the top of his head smooth. The entire crowd fell silent, and every single bidding paddle lowered back into awaiting laps.
The alien male carried with him a commanding and intoxicating charisma and it seemed like everyone else saw it too. Even the aliens beside her stilled as he walked forward.
“Commander Edagon,” one of them greeted, his tone respectful.
“Talor,” the tall alien replied. “I’d like to bid one point five million. Will anyone here outbid me?”
The entire crowd was deadly silent. Aubrie scraped her brain for anything she might remember about a Commander Edagon and she could recall nothing. She had no idea who this man was and that terrified her even more.
His dark eyes found hers again, and she stilled. Despite h er fear, her nipples hardened and her thighs shook, dampening with her arousal with every passing moment. Lifting her chin, she reminded herself to be courageous and brave, to represent Earth as a strong entity, no matter how it ended for her.
“Who are you?” she asked boldly, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice by speaking as courageously as she could.
He smirked, narrowing his eyes back at her. His forehead wrinkled as he studied her, his eyes changing from a gray to a tumultuous red color.
“I’m only the leader of the Venassathi forces that you attacked. As such, I am well within my right to claim you. You see, my species has a special way to punish criminals. You’re to become my slave, to do with as I see fit,” he said softly but loud enough for her to hear plain as day.
Her eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious.
“Sold. Please, come claim what is yours, Commander Edagon,” said one of the aliens beside her. Aubrie turned to run but saw nowhere to go. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed her as another alien looped a long rope around her neck.
Gingerly, Edagon took the end of the rope in his hands and gently jerked her toward him. His strength knocked her completely off-balance and she fell into his arms. Then he grasped her chin, lifting it upward to face him.
Dark and stormy eyes met hers as he grinned at her.
“You’re mine now. I own you. Got it?”
She swallowed. There would be no escape for her. She was doomed.
His grin grew even wider.
“Oh, yes. You’re definitely doomed,” he replied, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Swallowing in terror, she quaked before him.
CHAPTER 2
Commander Edagon placed his finger to the woman’s forehead and watched as her eyes drifted to the back of her head. She slipped into a deep slumber and he caught her in his arms, carrying her off the Minaria auction stage and into the crowd.
They made way for him, his reputation preceding him. He was known to be ruthless. He fought and won battles with no mercy. He was feared throughout the galaxies.
Quickly, he made his way back to his ship and tied her down to one of the sleeping bunks. After he was finished, he strode quietly over to the command center of the ship, gazing at the maps and assessing his location. Plugging in the coordinates to return to his home planet of Venassathi and his people, he sighed and wondered what he was going to do with his little human slave now.
Once the program was complete, he returned to watch his purchase as she slept. Moving a stray hair off her face, he studied her. She seemed so small, pale in color compared to him, yet her gentle curves enticed him. Her long chocolate waves begged for him to curl his fingers into it, pulling it hard as he slammed into her small form. He wondered if her pussy would be tight, if she’d ever been taken before. Spreading her cheeks, he observed her tight little rosebud and wondered if she’d ever been punished there before.
She was his enemy. It was well within his right to claim her for her crimes, for killing his men and attempting to attack his people without provocation. She deserved to be punished and he planned to do it himself, with her as his slave.
He knew little about Earth, other than the fact that it was some small planet with little resources and stunted technological growth. He hadn’t known that their human females could be so beautiful and so ripe for the taking. She’d seemed so innocent and so frightened atop of that stage, especially for the leader of a military force. He’d expected more of a fierce opponent. To be honest, he had expected a man.
He’d wanted to rescue her, save her from certain death at the hands of the others in the crowd, but there was a certain part of him that wanted to take his revenge. He wanted to punish the woman for what she had done. Despite their archaic technology, the unanticipated attack had stolen the lives of about fifty of his men. He owed it to them to exact his revenge, even if it meant punishing the body of the little human sleeping there in front of him.
Edagon’s fingers drifted across her tight pink nipples, then down her stomach to the chestnut-colored batch of curls that covered her pussy. He’d have to fix that. He liked his woman bare so he could taste her, enjoy her as he saw fit. Commander Aubrie had a lot to learn before he would be through with her.
First things first though. She was filthy.
Picking her up, he brought her to the automated shower at the back of the cabin. He pushed her into the small stand-up stall. Because she was still asleep, he used his ability to control her body to wake her. Slowly blinking awake, she stared at him as he closed her inside and pressed the button. Cold water bathed over her and she shrieked in surprise.
“Put your hands up over your head. I need to cleanse you. It would look bad if I kept all my slaves as dirty as you,” he growled and she stared at him with wide eyes. He flexed his fingers. “If you don’t listen, slave, I’m going to have to punish you,” he warned. She shivered and hesitantly lifted her arms overhead.
Good, at least she was semi-obedient. That was certainly a start. He was sure that would improve after he taught her a few lessons in submission. With a grin, he thought about how her little bottom would quiver as he took her over his knee and marked her backside with his palm. In his world, women were meant to serve, not lead armies.
The water increased in pressure and then slowed as soft cloths emerged from the walls. The fabric rubbed all over her body, soaping up her filthy flesh and washing away all the dirt. Her jaw clenched and he watched the struggle to stay strong flicker across her features. Chuckling, he studied every part of her naked body, from her perky breasts to her pussy and watched as her face lit up with her shame.
He’d like breaking in this one, very much. It had been a long time since he had taken a female slave. His cock hardened painfully at the thought.
The jets of water returned, rinsing off the filth of the Minarian dungeons. Now clean, her creamy white skin reminded him of porcelain. She was beautiful.
The drying cycle started, straightening and untangling her hair in the process. By the time the shower cycle finished, she was cleansed and groomed, ready for whatever he wished to do. Opening the stall, he took her hand in his, leading her back to his bedroom.
He took in the neat gray design, as did she. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she assessed her surroundings, the calculating look in her eyes as she glanced back at the helm of the ship and then back to him. He could almost see the courage she was trying to brew up within her pale, curvy body. She’d challenge him, that he was sure of.
He’d have to teach her who was the boss now, before she made a decision she would sorely regret.
Sitting down on the bed, he took her arm and pulled her harshly so that she landed over his knees. She gasped, too shocked to fight back. Her naked belly pressed against his thighs and she stilled when he placed his hand on top of her vulnerable backside.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Aubrie,” he warned as he began to move his fingers over her bare flesh. Goosebumps rose up all over her skin.
“What are you going to do to me, you brute?” she growled and he nearly laughed out loud at her audacity.
“Do you think it wise, little girl, to goad the man who is about to punish you?”
“You’re a monster, like the rest of them. Earth will come defeat your kind. You’ll see, they’ll come for me,” she spat out, her tone bathed with false bravado.
He knew Earth wouldn’t risk a rescue mission for a lone woman. Without a doubt, she knew it too. She was scared, he could feel it. Gently, he let his hand drift down the cleft of her ass, where her bottom met her upper thighs.
“Do you know what happens to naughty slaves on my planet, Aubrie?”
“No,” she whispered, stiffening as his hand approached the juncture of her thighs.
