Page 2 of Bought and Shared
I have no desire to be treated “like a queen”. Being treated like a regular, everyday human would do just fine by me. As far as extending my contract goes, I’m only interested in one thing. Surviving this next year with my sanity intact.
Slipping on a pair of sterile, white gloves, Nurse Smith raises a well-groomed brow when I don’t say anything. “Well, if you don’t have any questions, let’s get started with the examination. Please climb onto my exam table, lean back, and spread your legs. I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible.”
CHAPTER 2
Aurora
I’m taken to the spa after my physical. Once there, my drab, homespun gown is discarded. In its place, I’m given a silky, blue slip dress that my mother would have considered sinful and my father would have called underwear.
The material falls just shy of midthigh, and I feel hopelessly exposed in it. When I ask the spa employee for something a little more concealing, I’m told that is not an option. The Voltan like to see what they’re paying good money for, and a longer dress would only block their view.
To add to my utter humiliation, it’s more than just my clothes I’m stripped of. The women at the spa have seen to it that I’m devoid of any body hair as well. Wax, hot and sticky, is slathered all over my body. My underarms, legs, and between my thighs, are made as smooth as glass. Yet another change I’ve never even considered but now must accept.
Though it’s just hair and can easily grow back, I’m feeling even more exposed by its loss than I did when I was forced to don my new skimpy wardrobe.
Once we are all groomed the way the Voltan like, the twenty women in our group are corralled onto a bus. From there, our transport jumps onto the highway bound for the government barracks where we will be housed until our contracts are officially signed and notarized.
Leaning against the window, I look out at the scenery as we pass mile after mile of flat land and scrub brush. In front of me are two women who seem to know each other and are whispering animatedly back and forth about our new “masters”.
“What do you think they’re like?” I hear the blonde ask her friend with hair the color of a rainbow.
“I hear they’re practically like animals. Large, brutish, and insatiable,” the colorful girl replies on the tail end of an excited giggle.
The blonde looks dubious. “I’m not sure I can handle that. I’ve only ever been with one man before, and that wasn’t anything to write home about.”
The rainbow-haired woman gives her friend a playful shove. “That’s why I know you’re going to enjoy the Voltan. I heard they can make a woman cum so hard they forget their own name! I, for one, am looking forward to that. It’s been a while since a man has rocked my world, and the Voltan are rumored to be so much better than your average human male.”
“That does sound… intriguing,” the blonde agrees with reluctant interest. “My ex-boyfriend, Arnold, only ever made me silently countdown the seconds until he grunted and finished before herolled over and went to sleep. I can’t say I enjoyed the four times we were together. They were mostly quick and painful. Someone who considers my wants and needs might be a nice change.”
“Well, from what I hear, the Voltan are hung like horses and can fuck all night. They also love to eat pussy and always make sure their women get theirs. By the time they’re done with you, you won’t just forget your name, you’ll forget Arnold’s too!”
The blonde looks a little concerned by this scandalous information. “Hung like horses?”
“Yup. And they have these glands on their penises called knots that stretch you so wide you’re sure to walk funny in the morning!”
The blonde grows pale, as I’m sure I do myself, at this troubling information. “I’m not sure I can take something that big inside of me.”
“Oh, you’ll take it, alright. And you’ll love it!” the colorful-haired girl insists. “I had a friend who served her contract with the Voltan two years ago, and she says they ruined her for all other men. She regularly hangs out at bars outside the barracks and goes home with a different group of Voltan soldiers each weekend! I’ve never seen her so happy.”
Swallowing hard, my face turns scarlet as I rudely listen in on the two women’s private conversation. Fear and something else—excitement maybe—bloom in my belly.
The blonde must feel the same way as I do because she grows quiet and reflective as we pull into the barracks. Once we’re waved through the front gates, the already subdued bus of women falls silent as it slows and banks into a demarcated parking space.
Before anyone can react, the door whips open and a Voltan soldier climbs aboard. Collectively, we hold our breath and stare at the first alien most of us have ever encountered. The impossibly large, handsome male, dressed in full military regalia, assesses our startled faces and bestows upon us a feral grin.
“Welcome to Fort Kent, ladies,” he croons. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
CHAPTER 3
Aurora
Nobody moves a muscle, too frightened or curious to do so. We all just stare at the giant, standing at least six and a half feet tall. Every inch of him is built, trim, and well-defined.
Muscles stacked upon muscles flex as he walks down the aisle of the bus, punctuating his strength and ability to overpower us with each smooth step. His uniform is different from the American ones. It’s all black, has sculpted breastplates upon the torso, and fits like a glove.
Though the Voltan look mostly like humans, as they claim we are all descended from distant common ancestors, his skin is golden brown and unlike any flesh I’ve ever seen before. Not quite tan, it’s more copper than brown in color. Then there are his eyes. They stand out as much as his impressive height. They too are golden, encircled by a thin band of blue. All in all, he is strikingly handsome and powerfully built in a way that no human man can compare to.
“I’m Lieutenant Crom. My job is to get all the new draftees settled comfortably in the barracks here at Fort Kent. If you have any concerns while in residence, you may reach out to me and I will assist you with those concerns.”
