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to call people from other planets.
    “The six-armed Xearzans make good cleaning slaves. The tall, thin Delutians are the best tailors. The four-mouthed Yartz are very well suited to providing multiple creatures with pleasure.”
    “So they don’t eat any of them?”
    “Eat? As in consume for sustenance?” The voice laughed and his mirth sounded like the tinkling of a little bell. “No. There is another auction block for food items.”
    Relief eased tension out of Tyler’s shoulders. “Wait. How can I understand you and you me?” It was unlikely aliens would speak English.
    “You have been implanted with a device that translates what you hear and what you say. It is quite common in the universe.”
    “Not on Earth.”
    “I am aware of that. Fitting it to your small brain was a challenge.”
    It took a moment for the insult to sink in. “Are you calling me stupid?”
    “Not with that word.”
    Tyler kept his mouth shut for a long time until he realized the only one he was hurting with his sulking was himself. This was a golden opportunity for him to ask questions, and here he was taking a slight from being called dumb. Maybe he was stupider than he thought.
    “Do you know who bought me?”
    “I do not.”
    “So I’ll probably end up cleaning things?” If they thought he was stupid, then menial tasks seemed likely.
    “I know not what the plans for you are.”
    “How much did this person pay for me?”
    “More than I have ever seen paid for a slave who can’t stop talking.”
    “Fuck you!” Tyler grabbed his leash with one hand to stabilize it and then yanked hard with his other hand, pulling on the creature who held the other end.
    There was a startled cry, and then the other end of his leash fell to the floor. His moment of triumph was short lived.
    “You impetuous fiend!”
    Tyler braced himself for a walloping dose of punishment, but what he got instead was a jolt of pleasure so intense he almost climaxed. He was baffled, because in all the shows, books, and graphic novels he’d ever read, he’d never heard of any civilization using pleasure as a weapon.
    As soon as the ecstasy wore off, he asked, “What the hell was that?”
    “A blast right into the pleasure center of your brain.”
    “It was incredible.”
    “And it’s highly addictive.”
    Tyler considered that for a long time. Why would they punish him with something that felt good and had no horrible side effects? Once the pleasure receded, he felt fine. Well, except he wanted another jolt. And that was when he understood. Hit him hard enough and often enough in his pleasure center, and he’d become their more than willing slave just to get another hit.
    “Only sentient species are afraid of what we use. I guess you’re not so simpleminded after all.”
    “I guess not.” Tyler continued following his invisible pal down the hall. He had no intention of causing him any more problems. It wouldn’t take that many more pleasure blasts to turn him into a quivering bowl of pudding that would fall to his knees and gladly perform any perversity they wished. His only thought now was what his master would look like and just exactly what this mysterious alien wanted him for.

Chapter 4
     
    Blessed waited in the claiming area. Before he took possession of his new slave, he would have an opportunity to thoroughly inspect him to ensure no trades had taken place. Since he had dealt with this auctioneer before, and the man was in awe of Blessed, he doubted very much there would be any kind of trickery.
    “What is taking so long?” Usually by the time he took the elevator down from the bidding area his prize was ready to go.
    “He is a little…resistant.”
    It was clear from the hesitation the auctioneer had considered lying but then thought better of it.
    “Good.”
    The auctioneer’s three eyes widened in his round little face.
    “I prefer a thrall who has some fight left in him.”
    “He had to be given a jolt of joy to stop him from