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Scorcher
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Scorcher
A novella of the Terran Times
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Trade was brisk in the market today, but slave provider, Te-Al, was still a little shocked to hear, “I will take the seven on the left of the worker’s pens and that one there.”
He had thought he would never sell the human cow. He did feel it necessary to make sure that this regular client knew what he was buying. He shivered in frustration. “But, my lord, that one is a female.” His client turned to him with all five eyes blazing.
“Exactly, I have a male to be bred and she is large enough to accommodate him without too much trouble.”
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Sarah shuddered at the words spoken in Alliance Common. She had been dreading them for weeks and huddling in the back of the female cage to keep from being noticed. The instant she found out that the buyer was there for workers, she had felt it safe to stand up, a huge mistake.
The buyer had spotted her instantly and gravitated toward her cage. A few commands by the seller and her shock collar had sent her stumbling to stand within inches of the Zaffin trader. He measured her breasts, belly and hips, then compared the measurements with something on his data pad. He had nodded, then ordered her like she would have ordered drapes back on earth. She was so screwed.