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Jorja, collared and leashed, was dragged along by the young man toward their cart. The older man and his slave followed behind.
The younger man gave her orders that she didn't understand and began to get angry until the old man caught up and spoke a few words to his son. The older man turned and gave the same orders to the woman with them, and she immediately braced herself against the cart, head low. The older man stepped up behind her and pulled his loincloth aside.
Jorja turned to the young man. "Oh, no! Not that! I'm from another planet! I don't belong here! We aren't even the same species!" She was desperate not to let this happen. She imagined fatal consequences from such an intimate liaison.
The boy was not to be denied. He grabbed her and forced her head down next to the slave woman. Jorja tried to struggle. On Earth, she would have been able to fight off most men. Here, the men were more than a match for her. Still, she had to do something.
Instinctively, she brought up her right leg and kicked back, catching him in the groin. He doubled over, and Jorja turned and brought her knee up into his face, hearing the satisfying crunch of cartilage. The old man just stared at her, his cock pinning the slave girl to the cart.
Enraged, the young man tried to backhand Jorja across the face, but she blocked it and punched him hard in the stomach. He stepped back, gasping, and she followed with a front kick that sent him sprawling onto the ground.
He jumped up, enraged, looking around wildly to see if anyone had seen him getting beaten up by a woman. There were several people standing around, staring. He charged the Earth woman angrily, ready to use his superior weight and strength to knock her down. Instead, she sidestepped and tripped him, using his momentum against him. He fell headfirst into the dirt again. He cried out in fury and frustration and began to scramble to his feet.
She froze there for a moment as the full weight of her rash actions hit her. Jorja sensed that on this planet, no woman would probably ever dare to do what she had done. No doubt there would be severe repercussions. In an instant, her fear galvanized her into action. She turned and ran down the main street, her leash flapping behind her.
Jorja heard the old man shouting. She didn't look back. Several men came out to stare at her as she sprinted past, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Then, at first just one or two and then in larger numbers, they began to intervene. Reaching out for her, they tried to grab her arms. One dove for her legs, but she managed to jump over his back.
Her breath was coming in gasps in the hot atmosphere. The natives were used to it, and they came at her from all directions now. She fought them, using knees, elbows, and speed. She kicked, she punched, she used all her skills. Still, there were just too many. Someone managed to trip her, and she fell heavily into the dirty street. She cried out as three big men pinned her to the ground.
The crowd parted as her new "owners" approached. Jorja could see blood on the face of the younger man. He was clearly furious. The older man tried to talk to him, but the younger man just shrugged him off. Uh oh, I'm in trouble now, she thought. She struggled again. The men held her firmly.
The young man unhooked the leash and doubled it. He slashed out suddenly, catching her on the legs, the leather stinging her flesh. Jorja cried out.
"Junga!" A tall, elderly man stepped between Jorja and the angry young man. Instantly, the crowd went silent and stepped back. Clearly, this man commanded respect. Perhaps he was a village leader, she mused. He said a few sentences to the father. The young man didn't like what he heard, but his father smiled. He nodded his head in agreement.
The son stepped forward, gesticulating wildly. The town elder listened, then spoke a few words. The young man cocked his head, then looked at Jorja. His father took him aside and whispered something into his ear. Slowly, the son nodded and gave a grim, bloody smile.
"Solume jamkalut," he said to the elder.
The crowd cheered suddenly, startling Jorja. Her arms were held behind her back while leather straps were fastened. Two men bent down and hobbled her ankles. What the hell is going on?