Raines, Elizabeth - Sold [Wicked Missions 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

on her, his smile dropping to a frown. “Fuckin’ women. Think you can question a ranking officer…” His voice dropped to unintelligible muttering as he shook his head.
    So he was ex-military, which explained a lot. Lyrianna had no doubt he wanted to scream in the young woman’s face and almost admired his self-control.
    Straightening his shoulders, he marched over to glare down at the brunette. “You, little lady, are going to a concubine auction for all those horny pod-farmin’ Pilgrims on that godforsaken water planet, Pagonna.”
    One tall woman on the far side of the room spoke up. “Pagonna? But that’s in the Tadoorni System.”
    Several of the women gasped.
    No wonder . Few ships could travel that far that fast. They had to be going at least warp nine—a speed restricted to military and government ships—to get them to the Tadoorni System in four months. He’d been right when he said they might never go back home again.
    “Well, well,” the man said with a smug chuckle. “Looks like someone here knows her stellar geography. You’d get an extra cookie at chow, sweetheart, if we had any fuckin’ cookies.” He marched to the middle of the room. “Listen up! All of you women get to fuck all those lonely farmers for the next five years to earn back your auction price. Then you can start earnin’ back your freedom. Prob’ly take you another five years at least. And good luck findin’ a transport back to the Prime Sector even if you make that kind the money, which ain’t fuckin’ likely.” His gaze raked the brunette from head to toe, returning to rest on her full breasts. “They like you well enough, one or two of ’em just might marry you once they pork your brains out.” Turning back to the rest of the women, he put his hands on his hips. “Be sure and make up those little faces purty, ladies. This trip ain’t cheap, and you need to bring in some money to make it all worthwhile. Now get some chow and get ready!” The bark in his voice made a few of the women jump.
    Lyrianna picked up the pile of clothes resting on the end of her stasis pod and followed the rest of the women heading to the sonic showers.

    * * * *

    Chow ended up being nothing but protein mush and synthesized vegetables—shit Lyrianna wouldn’t have fed to a hungry dog. Her stomach was so empty, she choked down as much as she could anyway, not sure when she’d be able to eat again. The “sergeant” came back around with a big vinyl bag. He unzipped it and poured powders, face creams, and makeup of all kinds on the table.
    “Listen up, ladies! Get yourselves all purty, and get ready for meeting the new men in your lives,” he snapped. “You gotta take turns painting each other up since we ain’t got any mirrors.
    The brunette who’d been so afraid of the man sat down next to Lyrianna. “Hi. I’m Simone. Want me to help fix your face?”
    If the women’s brown eyes hadn’t been so kind and full of innocence, Lyrianna would have told her to bug off. She had no intention of trying to look “purty” for a bunch of sex-starved Pilgrims who were going to be throwing away good money, thinking they were buying themselves a woman to fuck. Instead, she simply shrugged.
    Then it dawned on her that these women might all be in the same situation—prisoners who’d be abducted against their will. What kind of crime could this sweet girl have committed?
    “I need some help,” the young woman said with a sheepish smile. “I never used much makeup back home. Mama didn’t like it much. Said only…bad girls…” Her voice cracked, and she started nibbling on her lower lip.
    Lyrianna was almost swept away by the despair pouring through the woman. Woman? Hardly. She reached out to lay her hand over the girl’s. “How old are you?”
    “Eighteen.”
    Sweet Father have mercy … She swallowed hard, trying to hide her sympathy. Or was it empathy because her own situation was every bit as bleak?
    No . No, she’d find a way