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  Owned By Her Alpha - Geno

  Sophie Sin

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

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  Table of Contents:

  Introduction

  Owned By Her Alpha – Geno

  Bonus: Jelly Ass Eruption

  Bonus: Minny's Big Day Out

  Find More Books

  Sophie's Book Note

  This is a standalone short story and is a part of the Owned By Her Alpha series of books. It contains a happy ending.

  Introduction

  Again we have an odd selection for you. This series is slowly – very slowly – growing and becoming large enough to sustain us (Lunatic Ink Publishing) throwing together a more connected set of stories. However, it is still hard to find a good match in terms of theme and we are working hard to find more stories that fit with it from Sophie's older work.

  So, this time around we start off an interesting sci-fi/fantasy piece. A young woman's journey from freedom to slavery to something so much more profound in around 3000 words.

  Following that up, there is a very short, very odd little story about one man's fetish and the woman who accommodates it for a heft sum in a sordid inner city sex club with a sense of humor.

  Finally, Minny's Big Day Off finishes things up. This was something we recently re-published in a little more tidy form. It's a good read and illustrates that Men Must Act... or face the consequences.

  We hope you will enjoy the material that follows.

  Thank you for reading,

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Editor & Publisher

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  The Thief And The Magistrate

  The look in his eyes is one of compassion. For the life of me I would have never expected to see that look in the eyes of a man like him, but it is there and oddly it is as alluring and intriguing as it is wrong and off-putting.

  “Your name is Geno The Thief, is it not?”

  I bow my head and say nothingness. The creatures that have me bound pull tightly on the cords that hold be in place and I cry out. The magistrate's eyes harden as he stares down at me from the high backed chair of what amounts to a throne in the parts that he's in.

  “You will speak, “ he states, “one way or another;”

  I grit my teeth and turn my eyes up to his. Where there was compassion before there is frost now. The man's face is hard as granite and, to me, also quite beautiful. The men I have been exposed to are hard, true, but it takes a special kind of hard to be a law man on a world where the law is the last thing on most people's minds.

  “Geno The Thief,” he states, “If you will not stand to defend yourself then I will have to throw the full weight of the punishments allowable by the laws at you. Your crimes in this township are of a kind that have caused harm to law abiding citizens...” He looks to the wealthy merchant and his daughter standing in the corner of the town hall. I dared to steal from the woman and now I'm here in front of this tall rugged man about to receive what I think will be the death penalty. “...and you must be punished.”

  I straighten my back, firm my eyes and close my mouth tightly. The beasts to my left and right tighten the bonds even further, but I do not speak. It is not just me that relies on my silence. I don't steal for myself. I steal for those that are in need and if I were to tell my whole twisted story, I'm sure that there would be a group of young children out there that would suffer for my words. I will take death over that on my conscience.

  He stands quietly and brings up a hand. For one moment I see in his eyes an understand, a knowledge of me that at this point in time I do not understand, and then he gives me a stare such as I can feel death stalking at my rear.

  “You are to be made a slave,“ he says, “and will be sold at auction in 2 days time.”

  He sits.

  “That is all.”

  I am taken away. Death would have been more kind. I glance once at him. I thought him a man of justice, but apparently I was wrong. This man has bought hell down on me. If only I knew that there was more to it than that.

  Heaven and Hell: Two opposite sides of a coin with a heck of a lot of metal in between. I'm about to learn that the world has many ways to give us what we need. It will be a hard lesson to learn.

  *****

  The day of my sale has come. Two dirty days in a cell with a bunch of poverty stricken farmers who kept on moaning and groaning about their fate as peasants under some lord or another. I sat in the corner listening to them with a grim face. I'm still young and somewhat attractive. Chances are what they will experience in the short time that they have left on this planet will be nothing compared to what I will.

  The cage doors are flung open at noon and we are dragged out into the sunlight. It's hot and the two suns above boil down on us. I, being a person more used to traveling at night, cover my face with one hand and squint. It's must be over 50 today. It's going to be hot.

  We are walked through the town to the large square that occupies the very edge of it. This is where the slave auctions are. Not all towns have them, but this area is well known for it's slave trade and, of course, it has a fully stocked set of cages today.

  Buyers stroll about, mostly wealthy individuals, and check the wares. I am thrown into a big cage in the center of the square and try to find my way to the middle of the pack. I already know that I will be sold today. A young woman like me is a high prize. Most slaves are old or poor or unhealthy and definitely not anything close to beautiful. They don't wind up in the pleasure quarters of some far off planet like women like me do. I'm a good buy and a steal from a slummy town like this.

  Hours pass and I get hotter and hotter. Water is distributed and a little food. We eat in silence and watch as buyer after buyer inspects the cages. I cannot hide forever and eventually a few point me out. One man in particular looks hard at me. He is ugly by a factor of more than I can count and has a nose that seems nearly bursting with boils from overexposure to the sun. I can see in his eyes that he is not looking for farmer workers. The glint that enters them when he notes me is positively hideous.

  Eventually I take the stage. Each slave is bought up and bid on then disposed to either the cage for those leaving or those who will return day after day until they are sold or die. It takes no time at all for the bidding to get hot and heavy when I am shown off.

  “And do we have 50?”

  A squat man with a hunch back but fine clothes throws up his hand.

  I look to him. I hope with all my heart that I am not taken by this one. He is so ugly as to make me want to puke. Slaves are often 'used' or 'tested' before being sent off to wherever they are to work. I would not want to lie with that one.

  After a good 10 minutes of bidding it is a close battle between the hunched one and the man with the ugly nose. I stand there tenser than I have ever been in my life. Tonight is going to be one of the worst evenings of my life by the looks of things. I have done many bad things in my life, but I think that the punishment that I will receive tonight will be worse than death.

  “100?” is asked by the auctioneer who by now is looking quite tired with the endless back and forth of these two men.

  “100!” the man with the nose shouts.

  There is silence. It is a high number and probably too much for a woman of my appearance. This would be more what one would expect of a noble taken slave, not a thief turned slave like myself.

  The hunchbacked man nods his head in defeat and the sale is finalized. I am moved to the cag
e with the others that are to leave and wait. In an hour or more the bidding will probably be over. I was one of the last few to be sent to the great stage at the end of the square. There will not be much time before I am defiled.

  When the ugly man comes, he has guards with him. They are alien and I do not recognize their race. They wrap me up quickly and carry me over one of their shoulders to a small waiting cart. I am put in the back and the beast and driver that they have start off at a slow pace down the road that leads out of town. The man looks straight ahead throughout the journey and doesn't bother to look at me. He is a cold one and I am afraid for the first time that this might not end with me in some pleasure quarter but in this man's house as a slave to his needs. No worse fate could be imagined in my mind. I would rather die than lie with this one for life. The thought alone horrifies me.

  We come to a small house. It is a construction of sand stone and metal. The surrounding pastures are dry and untiled and there is nothing growing in the near dead earth. I am taken to the door of the building and thrown inside. The man with the bad nose looks down at me and for the first time smiles

  Strangely, he has all of his teeth.

  “Your first customer will be here within the hour, girl. Make sure you please him or I'll have you hung and whipped.”

  Just like that I have been made a whore. I curse the day that I was ever caught by that evil magistrate. He must have known what he was getting me into. Death would have been more kind.

  The door closes with a thud. Soon, within the hour, it will begin. The hell that I fear is here.

  *****

  He enters and I slide to the wall. I thought about fighting. I thought about taking my life. I even thought about trying to escape, but in the end I stayed. A slave that runs get what is coming their way. I know what the man who owns me will do to me if I don't stay and it isn't pleasant.

  The customer is tall, big and powerful looking. He wears a silver mask they covers his features. It must be off world, because there are no eye holes or mouth hole, but I can hear him breathing. It's fast and tense and wild. There's do doubt that he's going to fuck me in that breath. It's that clear.

  “Your first time?” he asks. The voice is modified to not sound like whoever the owner of the mask is. I guess that this is going to be a big part of my life in the future. A lot of customers are going to want to keep their identity hidden.

  I say nothing. Why would I? This all ends with me being fucked. I'm a whore now and conversation isn't what I'm here for.

  He bends down to where I am sitting against the wall and reaches out a hand. It's calloused and has cuts on the fingers that cross cross them in long odd swirling patterns. The roughness of his skin on mine is surprising. I glance up. He's no lord or rich man. If anything this man has used farm tools in the past. That makes him quite the oddity. Someone who shouldn't be in this situation but is.

  That hand stays on my jaw. It is tender yet purposeful. I get the feeling from his bearing – so straight and relaxed regardless of the situation – that he's used to being in control, to having his orders followed.

  I glance downwards as he waits for my answer.

  “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I've purchased you for the hour and no more. After that your owner will come and take you wherever he plans to.”

  There's silence. In the end I break it.

  “Why me? “ I blurt out.

  He tilts his head to the side and I swear he's smiling, even though I can't tell.

  “Because you are the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen.”

  I stare. No man has ever thought that highly of me and with such sincerity in his voice. If he was conning me, I'm sure I'd know. This man told me the truth just now and told it with the certainty that I would understand that he was sincere. Quite the oddity indeed.

  My lips part as he leans in. Of course I can't kiss him, but part of me wants to. Rare is it to meet a man of such honesty in this day in and age. Everyone's a liar in this world.

  His hand slides down my body and under the plain gray top I was given when I was thrown into the cells. Those calloused fingers take my right breast and gently work it. He is staring into my eyes and me into his. I can see myself in the reflection of the silver mask and the creases that are forming around them as a warm pleasure slowly wafts its way up through my belly. I'm scared, of course, but this isn't my first time having sex either.

  He draws those fingers to my right nipple and swirls it in slow long semicircles. I moan. He is clearly skilled with women. Just looking at him tells me that I'm going have a good time here. It might be the last little piece of heaven I get before things go to hell.

  “You arouse easily,” he notes.

  His fingers go much, much lower. They travel down the soft, smooth expanse of my stomach to the lightly haired region of my womanhood.

  “Is this wet for me?” the man mutters. He clearly wants me to know that he is pleased by this. I can't say that I'm not either.

  The garments that I have been wearing since leaving the slave pens are discarded. He looms over me in my nudity. I am smaller than him by quite a lot. His shoulders are double mine and his arms bigger than my thighs.

  Stepping into me, he takes me in his arms. They flow around me and are comforting. I feel like I know him from this, but I can't say where. My mind trails through the various lovers that I have had. None where his size. None had that tightness of breath, that wanting desire. And NONE – not a single one – had a dick this big.

  Without even needing to be requested to do so, I slip to my knees and work on the trousers that he wears. They come undone and his fullness is revealed to my eyes.

  “It might be a little big,” he offers in apology.

  My eyes travel up and down it. A little... This could be used as a weapon.

  I think to my wet and clenching pussy.

  A weapon that could destroy me.

  Both hands are needed. I spit down on the head, which is swollen immensely, and work them back and forward down the rock hard length of it. He lets out a long groan of relief.

  My lips curl upwards on hearing the sound.

  How long has it been, Mr. Customer? You don't sound like you have had a woman in a long, long time.

  The words aren't spoken. They don't need to be. It is in the wicked way that I torture him that the message is given. I bring his foreskin right back and run my tongue over it. Long and hard do I work the eye until the shaft is jerking and the veins are pounding with the force of the blood that is passing through them.

  Yet I don't stop. I never stop.

  My mouth opens very wide and I pop him deep down my throat to the furthest point. Most men I have been with can reach this place, but he exceeds it. A simple thrust proves that I can still gag. My choking becomes so much that I have to pull out and spit the sticky liquid – his and mine – from my mouth all down his rough and hairy balls.

  “Sexy,” he growls.

  My tongue finds the shaft once more and runs down. I come to his rounds and suckle on them, drawing the left one out and then the right.

  “Ahhh...”

  Liquid – white, glorious cum – splatters down all over my face. I am covered in his juices. They dribble down my cheeks, flow over my jaw, splatter my breasts and feather out to become an eternal trickle of filth. It is very pleasing to feel. He liked that a lot.

  “Woman...” he whispers, “you are going to get...”

  Shock pounds through me when the man pushes me to the floor, throws open my legs and buries himself deeply in the folds of my pussy. I cry out and grab hold of his masked face (the bottom half somehow molding upwards to allow his mouth its freedom). His response is to go deeper and force his tongue down the corridors of my tunnel.

  “Ha-ha-ha,” I pant. “I can't take much more.”

  I come so close to an orgasm that I nearly burst. He stands, jerks his cock twice to remove any cum from the shaft and sticks his now hard cock in me from the front
.

  Our mating is like two rabid animals. I can't get enough of him. His dick is full and hard and has a new stamina. I know he'll outlast me at this rate, so I do every trick I know to draw out his juices. Sucking on his neck, working his earlobe, whispering the type of filth that makes a man turn into a devil, there is nothing that I hold back and nothing that he holds back from me. Truly this man is a giver. He does not fail to impress with every thrust.

  “Fuck me harder,” I'm whispering.

  He turns me over. My butt is pulled up and he enters from the back. Those hands of his are scarred and calloused and dig into the soft flesh of my ass. Each strike is strong enough to send me forward. I end up half against the wall with my arms flung back and around his bull neck.

  Outside I can hear nothing but quiet. The room reflects my cries and his grunts. Time passes at a speed that I can't count.

  And then I cum.

  And he cums.

  Warm, hot, wet, squirting. Like fire sent from heaven through my stomach to my mind. I release it all in one long, strong cry and then fall still. He holds me until I come fully back to the world.

  “Did you have fun?” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod quietly and lie still in his arms. I have never felt more protected, more safe. In these arms I could lie a thousand years and never feel a hint of fear.

  It is not long before they are gone. He stands, puts himself away and walks to the door. Without a word he leaves. My life as a whore has begun.

  I come outside to find the ugly nosed man and his body guards. They glance at me and then away into the distance. I wait quietly for their command.

  “When I turn, you will not be here,” my owner says. “I will never see you again. Do you understand?”