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"We've got to get them to turn on the U.T.s," Ally said. "If we can communicate with them, we might be able to convince them to let us go."
"I don't understand why they weren't more scared of us," Jorja said, shifting her position to relieve her aching muscles. "I mean, picture how we'd react if an alien ship landed in Central Park. There'd be screaming in the streets!"
"They don't seem to be an excitable bunch, that's for sure. Maybe they're just very confident."
Ally wanted to keep the group focused on escape. "OK, barring talking to them or scaring them to death, how do we get out of here? The pod is just sitting there, waiting for us. If we can get just a little lead on them, we can jump in and take off."
"That won't work—Greta can't run," Beth pointed out.
Ally looked at the commander. Greta was pale. The gash on her head glared red and blue. She opened her eyes upon hearing her name, and Ally could tell the light hurt her eyes. That wasn't a good sign.
"All right. We need to get to our weapons," Ally said. "Then we can blast our way out. Anyone know where they are?"
"I think they're in that bag by Lumpy," Jorja said, pointing.
"Are our clothes in there too?" Ally asked hopefully.
"No," Beth said. "They dropped them by the road."
The bag was about two feet away, but it might as well have been two hundred feet. They couldn't reach it through the wooden bars of the cage, and even if they could, the hulking back of the driver loomed right next to it. He'd break anyone's arm that came close.
There was nothing the women could do. The cart rolled on. Soon the village came into view. Their hearts sank. What little chance they had would become smaller once they were surrounded by the villagers.
"I wonder what the captain is doing right now?" Ally asked.
"Probably pulling her hair out. She knows where we are—she just has no way of reaching us," Jorja said.
"I'll bet she's burning up the airwaves between here and Earth," Beth said.
The cart came to the edge of the village. All of the captives except Greta sat up and looked at it with calculating eyes, refusing to give up hope that they'd find a way out. The village was composed of huts made out of mud bricks and some crude log cabins. Wide, dusty streets separated the groupings of structures. There were many men, dressed similarly to the ones with them. They strutted like peacocks through the streets. The crew saw women for the first time, walking behind the men, their heads bowed slightly. Many were on leashes! They appeared so small compared to the giants. They were also universally naked.
Villagers paid the captives no attention at first—perhaps they were thought to be just another prisoner transport. Then a man noticed their lack of body hair and lighter complexions and pointed, talking in that melodious language to a companion. Soon others noticed and began to approach the cart. Beth, the anthropologist of the group, observed that the women didn't take any action on their own; they merely followed the men, even if they weren't leashed.
Off to the side, near a log building, Beth caught sight of a couple. She stared, unable to believe her eyes. The man was signaling to the woman. She was naked and had wispy hair between her breasts and thicker hair in her armpits, on her pubis, legs, and arms. Without hesitation, she braced herself against the building, her head low. The man pulled his loincloth aside and let his erection come free. It was large but otherwise looked human. Beth couldn't fathom how the sex organs of these humanoids could be nearly identical to those of the men of Earth. She also was stunned that she was about to see a couple mate right out here on the street.
Sure enough, the man pressed himself against her from behind, and his cock disappeared from view. The woman braced herself as the man began pumping—the same way a man of Earth would, Beth noted. She observed the woman reach down between her legs and rub herself, indicating the women probably had clitorises on this planet, just like the women of Earth.
The cart rolled on before Beth could see any more. She sat back, stunned by the meaning of her observation. The shockwaves would be felt all the way to Earth. If two species separated by such a great distance could be so similar, what did that say about the very fabric of the universe? The vast universe would be a lot more cohesive and organized than anyone previously had thought.
A small crowd gathered as the cart approached the main square. Skinny, walking behind, began answering their questions, waving his arms, his voice rising and falling. Murmurs filtered through the crowd as the man's words were relayed to newcomers. By the time the cart stopped near a large platform, the crowd had grown to more than fifty. The driver reined in the donkey, then stood. The crowd seemed to fall back slightly. Beth thought Lumpy must be an important figure to the villagers.
He came around to the back and unlocked the cage. There was no chance for the crew to try to overpower him, not with the crowd behind, so they allowed themselves to be taken out, one by one, and let him tie their hands behind them. They were led up the stairs to the platform. Greta limped and staggered, unable to maintain her balance. The man's partner held her up easily with a large hand wrapped around her upper arm.
The women were embarrassed to be naked in front of the crowd, regardless that it might be the custom for the women of this world. They were directed to stand before thick wooden posts, and their hands were untied, then retied around them. They could barely move. They hung their heads in shame.
Lumpy walked the platform, speaking to the crowd, gesturing to the captives. The crowd appeared to be impressed by them. He said something, and the crowd reacted, almost derisively, Beth thought. The man's face darkened, and he said something to his partner. Skinny approached Ally and untied her, bringing her forward.
When she stood next to Lumpy, he said something to her and pointed at the crowd. Ally, embarrassed at being put on display, didn't understand what he was trying to say. He gestured again, growing angry. Ally just shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. Her heart pounded. She wished she could understand him.
He grabbed her jaw and waggled it. Oh! She realized he wanted her to speak, to show they weren't from around here. Duh. That should already be obvious. "My name is Allyson Egerton," she said in a firm voice. "I am commander of a spaceship. We come from Earth. We mean you no harm, but we would like to be released so that we may return to our ship."
Her words electrified the audience. They stared, open-mouthed, then began talking anew amongst themselves.
Ally knew they couldn't understand her, but it made her feel better to stand up and speak for the people of Earth. She turned to Lumpy. "If you would get our translators out of the bag, we could begin to talk to each other." The man just stared at her. Ally pointed as best she could with her hands behind her back toward the cart parked below. "The bag, you big galoot, the bag."
The man cocked his head, then said something to Skinny. Ally was relieved to see the man return to the cart and retrieve the bag. These beings are highly intelligent! He returned to hand the bag to his partner. Lumpy began pawing through it. He pulled out a phaser and held it up to the crowd. There was more murmuring. He held it clumsily, finally fitting his fingers around the grip. The gun was small in his hands. By luck, his finger touched the trigger, but, of course, he was locked out. To him, the object would be useless. He dropped the gun into the bag and pulled out a U.T.
"Yes!" Ally shouted. Behind her, Beth and Jorja shouted as well. Curious, the man held it closer to his face, trying to understand its significance. "Turn the switch on the side," she said, desperate for him to understand. "It's going to take a while to work, but let's get started, OK?"
He wasn't getting it. Frustrated, Ally indicated to the partner that he could cut her ropes. She gestured again and again. Words were exchanged between the two men. The big man shook his head. He didn't trust the pilot who blasted him twice.
Ally watched as the man slipped the U.T. into a pouch hanging from his belt. Her heart fell as she was dragged back to the post and retied. "Noooo! Listen to me! We can talk to each other!"
The partner pinched Ally's nipple, hard, and she squealed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the sudden sting sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. The crowd murmured, their eyes glinting with curiosity as Skinny's large hand lingered, his fingers rolling her tender bud between them, coaxing it to a stiff peak. Ally's breath hitched, her body betraying her with a flush of arousal despite the humiliation. He smirked, emboldened, and slid his other hand down her trembling torso, tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower. His thick fingers brushed against her smooth, shaved mound, teasing the sensitive flesh just above her slit, and Ally bit her lip to stifle a moan as a slick warmth began to pool between her thighs.
Skinny's touch grew bolder, his calloused palm cupping her pussy fully, his middle finger slipping between her folds to explore her growing wetness. He growled low, a sound that vibrated through the air, as he circled her clit with deliberate pressure, making her knees buckle. Ally's head tilted back, her bound hands straining against the post as she fought the rising tide of pleasure, her hips twitching involuntarily toward his hand. The crowd leaned in, their murmurs turning to hungry whispers, feeding off the raw display.
He withdrew his finger only to plunge it back in, slow and deep, curling it inside her tight heat while his thumb rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles. Ally's squeal turned into a ragged moan, her body arching as he added a second finger, stretching her, pumping in and out with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Her juices coated his hand, glistening in the sunlight, and he brought it to his lips, tasting her with a guttural hum of approval that sent a shiver through the captives. The crowd roared, their excitement palpable, as Skinny returned to her, his erection straining against his loincloth, pressing hard against her thigh as he continued his assault.
Ally's mind reeled, torn between shame and the overwhelming sensation of his fingers fucking her senseless, his thumb now flicking her clit with expert precision. Her legs quivered, threatening to give out, and she felt the edge of an orgasm building, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Skinny grinned, sensing her nearing climax, and leaned in, his hot breath against her ear as he whispered something unintelligible but unmistakably filthy. He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her, and Ally shattered, a scream tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her pussy clenching around his digits, soaking his hand with her release.
He pulled back slowly, licking her essence from his fingers with a satisfied smirk, leaving Ally panting and trembling against the post, her body still humming with aftershocks. The crowd erupted in cheers, their eyes burning with lust, as the other captives watched in stunned silence, their own arousal hidden beneath layers of fear and fascination.
The big man again spoke to the crowd. Some responded excitedly.
"You know what's happening, don't you?" Beth said to Ally, who was fastened to the adjacent post.
"I think so, but I'm afraid to believe it."
"I'm afraid it's true. We're being auctioned off."
"How could they? Would we do that to E.T.?"
"They don't think of us as alien—just as foreigners, like we came from another continent. We probably look exotic to them, like Swedes might look to the Spanish or vice versa. You know, this culture is not all that dissimilar from ours, once upon a time."
Ally looked over at the anthropologist. "This isn't helping, doc. I want to hear how we're going to tell them otherwise, without the U.T."
Beth looked back at the big man talking up the crowd. "Maybe we'll have to learn their language the old-fashioned way."