Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I don’t care who buys me,” I said bleakly. “The only one I want is my old Master—the only one I want is Sir.”
“Maybe he’ll change his mind and come looking to buy you,” La’le’la said comfortingly. “I bet he’s missing you as much as you’re missing him, sweetie.”
“You’re very kind,” I said, sniffing. “But if he wanted me, he wouldn’t have left me in the first place. Besides, he doesn’t even know I’m here. In fact, he doesn’t even know I’m in the same galaxy as him! For all he knows, I’m back on Earth. Not that I was very happy there, either,” I added.
“No? Why not?” La’le’la asked. “Tell me all about it—maybe it’ll help distract you from missing your old Master.”
“Well…” I sighed and swiped at my eyes. “I guess it can’t hurt…”
We talked for a long time. I told La’le’la about my crappy job with Great Aunt Maizy and her yappy little dogs and how I had been sleeping on my sister’s couch.
She frowned.
“So you’re a pet who used to take care of other pets?”
“A lot of them,” I said grimly. “And there was a new litter of puppies recently, which basically doubled the workload. But tell me about your life,” I said. “I’m curious about your people and how you live.”
“Well, sure,” La’le’la said amiably. She told me about her life on Torvia Prime and how she had been raised to be a pet from her earliest childhood.
“I always knew I would belong to a Master,” she said, sighing wistfully. “It’s a better fate than what most of my people get. The males of my planet are sent away as laborers or skilled craftsmen and the females are either maids and cooks in the rich Korrigons’ households or Sex Pets with Korrigon Masters. I have a pretty face and a svengalla pussy so—”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted her. “A what?”
“Oh, a svengalla pussy. It’s especially tight and plump and it molds to the shaft of whatever male enters me to give him special, individualized pleasure,” she explained. “It’s considered extremely desirable in a Sex Pet.”
“Uh…how did you find out that you have this, um, kind of pussy?” I asked, frowning.
“I was bred for it,” she said airily. “So I knew I’d be a Sex Pet because it would be a waste to let a girl with a svenglla pussy end up as a cook or a maid. And sure enough…” she shrugged, all four of her arms moving with the motion. “Here I am.”
“That’s terrible!” I said indignantly. “Don’t you want to be free?”
“I want my people to be free,” La’le’la told me. “But as for freedom for myself, that would mean getting a job. And to be honest, I’d rather live in the lap of luxury and get fucked every day than go out and grind away at some mindless labor I hate.”
This attitude shocked me, but La’le’la seemed to take it as a matter of course. She told me what she hoped for was a rich, kind Master who would become so attached to her he would never want to sell her and would keep her in luxury.
“Eating Glordian crème bon-bons and getting my Heat-itch scratched regularly—that’s good enough for me,” she sighed. “A damn sight better than working as a maid or a cook!”
“Well, I think it’s terrible that your people are enslaved to the Korrigons—and so many other people in your galaxy too,” I said, frowning. I wished I still had the Sovereign’s ear. She had seemed young enough and flexible enough to realize how wrong what her people was doing to other sentient species was and maybe even to put an end to it.
But as Gra’multh had said, there would be no more chocolate chip cookie parties with the Sovereign for me. Not now that I was going to be sold to a complete stranger, who might take extreme steps to silence me.
A shiver went through me at the thought and I tried to push it away.
“La’le’la, do you think—” I began, but just then the door opened and Shadrack stepped through. There was another male behind him but not a Korrigon. It was a little green guy, only about five feet tall, who had short black hair and slender, pointed ears. To me, he looked a little like an elf.
“All right, you lot!” Shadrack roared. “It’s time to get ready for the auction—all your future Masters are lining up to see you, so you gotta get into position. This here is Mister Takalook our coordinator and poser—he’s gonna make sure you’re posed just right.”
“Yes, I am. And dear me, there’s quite a lot of raw material to work with!” The little green guy—Mister Takalook—clasped his hands together in obvious excitement. “It’s my job to get all you girls looking just perfect so you can get the best Master possible,” he said, addressing the whole room. “So it’s in your best interest to work with me, people! All right?”