“I thought I had told you to fix this? I’m not misremembering that, am I? That’s something that actually happened, right?”
He stammered. “Y y yes, Mistress! I, umm, I’m having a bit of difficulty sorting it out. Perhaps is we could find a manual for this model, maybe I can…”
Silla cut him off abruptly. “A manual? Are you serious?” She just shook her head. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to have my cargo ramp just crash onto the deck every single gorram time we set down in a space port? Are you TRYING to make me look bad?”
“No, no, Mistress! I swear! Please forgive me!”
“You know what? I’m not going to let this bother me. We’re going to get this problem fixed, one way or another. Let’s go.”
The slave just nodded meekly and followed four steps behind her as she strutted down the ramp. A handful of credits were slipped to the docking official to cover their landing fees and off they went to the mercantile district. Felix had to dodge left and right to avoid bumping into the people and creatures that packed Nisteria 4’s shops. Silla did no such thing. A glance was enough to tell them to get out of her way.
Every time they passed a warehouse he thought maybe it would be the one they were heading towards, but she kept strutting past each and every one of them. They stopped in front of a non-descript storefront of some kind. He couldn’t really tell. Without turning to look at him she commanded him to wait there for her and she disappeared inside the building. He tried to keep his eyes down to avoid looking around, but he couldn’t help himself after a few minutes and noticed all kinds of terrifying looking creatures milling about. A couple had horrendous lobster-like claws that looked like they squeeze the life out of a human, or maybe even sever one in half. Some had biceps the size of his head. Either way, anyplace would be better than here, he thought. He was relieved when she opened the door and barked at him to get inside.
A tall, slender alien with pale skin looked at him and scratched its chin. “Well, he isn’t much to look at, is he?”
Silla smirked. “See why I’m here?”
“Right, well, let’s see him, then.”
She didn’t bother to even look at him. “Strip, bitch.”
Felix began to tremble as what was going on dawned on him. Still, he kept from hesitating and hastily undid his clothing, leaving himself bare and exposed to this strange alien. It eyed him carefully, poking at some places, slapping his butt to test its firmness, and even fondling his manhood before grumbling “no, not much use as a breeder.”
After a few moments lost in thought he blurted out “Well, I can offer you six hundred credits for it, but anymore and you’re robbing me, quite frankly.”
He was visibly shaking. Tears were beginning to run down his cheek. He whispered, “Please, Mistress...please don’t sell me. Please, I beg you.”
“It’s a deal. Just wire the credits to my account. A pleasure doing business with you.”
“Oh, it was a pleasure seeing you again, Silla. May the stars smile upon you!”
And with that she strutted out of the front door and out of Felix’ life.
“Time to get you cleaned up. Seller’s usually show up a couple of hours from now, and I need to recoup that money fast.”
He was shoved into a cold shower and tossed into a tiny cell where he sat thinking about what was to come. Who was going to buy him, anyway? He’d probably end up in a mine, lashed and prodded until he met his end from exhaustion in a few months time. Or worse, he could be experimented on. Or even sold to a pure sadist with some grudge against humans. Why couldn’t he fix that damn ramp like she had asked him to? It couldn’t have been THAT hard, could it? He started to tear up a little. She loved to see him squirm and suffer, and she received endless pleasure from humiliating him every chance she got, but there were tender moments too. Moments where she’d hold him and the two of them would watch stars go past as they hurtled through the galaxy. Now that was all over, and Felix cried into his hands, not a clue of what his future held.
It was just two hours later when the tall alien opened the door. “Time to go, human. You have an owner waiting for you.”
He stood up, his legs a little shaky, and made his way outside. He looked up and his jaw dropped as he saw Mistress Silla standing there, hands on her hips and tapping her foot. “Mistress!” Felix scrambled over to her and dropped like a rock to his knees and pressing his lips to her boots, kissing them over and over, his tongue sliding over them every now again. She bopped him on the head with a book and he looked up. The title was “Pratt 62-T “Valkyrie” Owner’s Manual.” Their eyes met and he just said, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
“Mhm.” She replied. “I need to get your butt to the warehouse three doors down. I made a deal while I was out. And Sebastian,” She looked at the alien. “Thank you for playing the role of slave merchant for me. I hope you had fun.”
He nodded. “Anything for you Silla.” The two of them gave each other a smile and her hand gave Felix a swat on the butt. “Scoot!” He dashed out the door and down the street, ready to haul as much as she would ask and eager to get to work on that ramp once and for all.
The End.
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