Sold To The Beastmen Princes

The coarse, pilled texture of the cheap motel bedsheets scraped against Riley Lane's cheek, dragging her out of a fitful sleep. Her stomach cramped violently, a sharp, twisting pain that radiated through her ribs. Hunger was a familiar companion on Terra-3, but today it felt like a hollow blade carving her out from the inside.

She rolled over, her breath catching as the cracked screen of her datapad lit up on the nightstand. A flashing red message icon pulsed like a warning siren. It was from Uncle Eddy.

"Pay up by tonight, Riley, or you're out on the street. Blood doesn't pay my bills."

Riley stared at the words, her vision blurring. Her fingertips turned ice-cold. This dingy room, smelling of stale smoke and damp carpet, was her last refuge. She dragged herself to the window, parting the grimy blinds. Down below, Mr. Kowalski, the motel owner, was glaring up at her window, his eyes filled with the kind of sneering disgust reserved for stray dogs.

A heavy knot formed in her throat. There was no way out. No money, no family worth the name, no future.

There was no way out. No money, no family worth the name, no future. Six months ago, she'd been a student-until her mother's debts lost them the apartment and landed her at the motel.

Then, a flash of unnatural light caught her eye.

It wasn't the sickly yellow of the streetlamps. It was a brilliant, pulsating blue-purple hue, bleeding out from the narrow, trash-filled alley behind the motel.

Riley's heart skipped a beat. Her initial instinct was to lock the door and hide. But the gnawing pain in her stomach and the flashing eviction notice on her screen pushed a reckless, desperate thought into her mind. What if it was something valuable? Illegal tech dropped by a smuggler? A chance to flip her life around?

She grabbed a thin, frayed jacket, her hands shaking so badly she could barely manage the zipper. She slipped out of the room, the cold, damp air of the alley hitting her face.

The source of the light was a hovering, shifting orb of energy, suspended a few feet off the ground. It emitted a low, thrumming hum that vibrated in her chest, strangely soothing against her panic.

Riley took a hesitant step forward. The light bathed her pale skin in an otherworldly glow. She reached out, her fingers trembling, driven by an inexplicable pull.

The moment her fingertip brushed the edge of the light, the orb violently expanded.

A blinding flash swallowed the alley. Riley felt the air sucked from her lungs. The ground vanished beneath her feet. She was thrown into a silent, spinning vortex, the pressure crushing her chest until her vision went black.

Time lost all meaning. Awareness returned slowly, heralded by the biting scent of antiseptic and cold metal.

Riley's eyelids felt like lead. When she forced them open, she was blinded by a seamless expanse of pure white. Ceiling, walls, floor-everything was constructed from a smooth, glowing material that radiated a sterile chill.

She shifted her weight and froze. The air brushing against her skin was freezing. She looked down.

She was completely naked.

A wave of pure, paralyzing terror crashed over her. Her breath hitched, and she violently scrambled backward, her bare back hitting the freezing wall. She crossed her arms over her chest, her nails digging into her own flesh.

"Hello?" she croaked, her voice cracking.

She pushed herself up, her bare feet slipping on the frictionless floor. She slammed her palms against the walls, frantically searching for a seam, a handle, a button. Nothing. The surface was impenetrable.

"Is anyone there? Let me out! Where am I?" she screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls, amplifying her isolation.

Her legs gave out. She slid down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

A soft, mechanical hiss broke the silence.

The wall opposite her slid open, revealing a dark corridor. Two massive silhouettes filled the entryway. They were impossibly tall, their shoulders too broad to be human. They stood in absolute silence, staring down at her.

Riley pressed herself harder against the wall, wishing she could phase through it. Her lungs forgot how to work.

One of the figures stepped into the light. He spoke, a harsh, guttural string of complex syllables that sounded like grinding stones.

Riley shook her head frantically, tears spilling hot down her freezing cheeks. "I don't understand... please..."

The second figure let out a low, impatient rumble. He raised a metallic device that pulsed with a faint, ominous light and closed the distance between them in two massive strides.

Riley stared at the approaching shadow, her mouth opening in a raw, throat-tearing scream. She tried to crawl away, but her limbs were useless on the slick floor.

The cold metal of the device pressed against her forehead.

A sharp, electric shock snapped through her skull, and the white room faded into absolute, merciful darkness.

The cold seeped into her bones before she even opened her eyes. Riley woke up flat on her back, the hard surface beneath her chilling her bare skin.

She blinked against harsh, clinical lighting. She was in a room that looked like a high-tech prep area, surrounded by hanging racks of bizarre, metallic garments and restraints.

"Awake? Good. Prepare yourself. You are the next lot."

The voice was crisp, female, and completely devoid of empathy. Riley whipped her head to the side. A woman in a sleek, immaculate uniform stood over her, tapping the edge of a translucent datapad with an impatient rhythm.

Riley's brain stalled. She understood the words perfectly. The device they used on her head-it had done something to her mind. But the comprehension brought no comfort, only a fresh wave of horror.

"Lot? What are you going to do to me?" Riley gasped, trying to sit up.

Her muscles strained, but her limbs wouldn't move. Invisible bands of energy pinned her wrists and ankles to the metal table.

The woman, Eleanor Price, offered a thin, mocking smile. "A primitive from Terra-3. You should consider it an honor to be selected. Stop squirming. You'll ruin your presentation."

Terra-3. Primitive. The words hit Riley like physical blows.

Eleanor swiped a finger across her datapad. A warm, humming beam of light swept over Riley's body from neck to toe. In an instant, every trace of body hair was vaporized, leaving her skin unnervingly smooth and entirely exposed.

The absolute violation of it made Riley's stomach heave. Hot tears of humiliation leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Eleanor didn't even look at her face. She pulled a heavy, polished metal collar from a tray. "This is the symbol of ownership. It also serves as your ID."

"No!" Riley thrashed against the invisible bonds, biting her lower lip until she tasted copper. "I am not a thing! I am a human being!"

Eleanor sighed, tapping a button on her pad.

A jolt of electricity shot through the table. Riley's back arched, her muscles locking in a painful spasm before going entirely limp. She gasped for air, her vision swimming.

With a sharp click, the icy metal collar locked around her throat. It was heavy, a permanent weight pressing against her windpipe.

The table suddenly rotated, sliding her onto a circular platform. The floor beneath her began to rise.

Blinding spotlights hit her as she ascended into a massive, amphitheater-like hall. The roar of a crowd washed over her. Thousands of eyes, hidden in the shadows of tiered seating, locked onto her naked, shivering form.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Eleanor's voice boomed through the hall, suddenly dripping with seductive charisma. "A true rarity! A female from the primitive planet Terra-3. A flawless evolutionary catalyst, completely unmodified. Starting bid: fifty million Empire credits!"

The numbers meant nothing to Riley, but the frenzy that followed did.

"Sixty million!"

"Eighty!"

"One hundred million!"

The bids fired off like gunshots. Every number shouted was another layer of her humanity being stripped away. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear, feeling like a piece of meat on a butcher's block.

The price shattered the one billion mark. The fervor began to cool, leaving only the wealthiest predators in the game.

Riley opened her eyes, her gaze drawn to a private, elevated box shrouded in darkness. Inside sat a man. He was massive, radiating an aura so suffocatingly cold it seemed to freeze the air around him.

The hall fell into a tense silence.

From the shadows of the box, a deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet. "Five hundred million."

The crowd gasped.

Eleanor's smile widened into something triumphant. "Five hundred million! Do I hear more?" Silence. She slammed her hand down on a podium. "Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Damien of the Beaumont family for acquiring this unique treasure!"

Riley's breath shuddered. She looked up at the box. The man, Damien, leaned forward into the light. His eyes, dark and fathomless, met hers. There was no lust in them, no pity. Just the cold, calculating look of a man assessing a newly purchased asset.

The platform began to descend.

Back in the prep room, the invisible bonds vanished. Riley collapsed onto the cold floor, her legs unable to support her.

Heavy footsteps echoed. Damien stepped into the room, followed by four other men. They were all impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a terrifying, predatory energy.

Damien stood over her, looking down at her trembling, naked body. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't speak to her.

He looked at Eleanor. "Get her cleaned up. Send her to my estate."

The five men turned and walked out, their heavy boots echoing like a death knell. Riley remained crumpled on the floor, her chest heaving as she struggled to pull oxygen into her panic-constricted lungs.

Eleanor Price stepped over to her, the datapad tucked under one arm. Her eyes were as cold as the metal collar around Riley's neck.

Riley forced her head up, her voice a raw, broken rasp. "Who are you people? Where am I?"

Eleanor crouched down. Her fingers, clad in sterile white gloves, clamped around Riley's jaw, forcing her face upward. "You don't need to know who we are. You only need to know what you are."

Eleanor's grip was like a vice. "This is the Veyron Empire. And you, from this second forward, are the private property of the Beaumont family."

The words slammed into Riley's chest. "Empire... property... No. I want to go home. Send me back to Terra-3."

Eleanor let out a sharp, dismissive laugh. "Home? Stop dreaming, primitive. The spatial beacon to Terra-3 is one-way and random. It might not open again for ten thousand years. You are never going back."

The last ember of hope in Riley's chest was snuffed out. Her eyes dulled, the fight draining from her muscles.

Eleanor stood up, clearly satisfied with the broken look in Riley's eyes. She walked to a cabinet and retrieved a heavy, metallic helmet lined with pulsating neural nodes.

"The temporary linguistic comprehension agent we administered earlier is nearly depleted. To ensure you are useful to your masters, you need to understand their commands properly."

Riley saw the helmet and her survival instinct flared. She remembered the device that knocked her out. "No! Don't touch me!" She scrambled backward, her bare skin squeaking against the floor.

Eleanor clicked her tongue. She snapped her fingers.

Two sleek, silver security droids slid out from concealed panels in the wall. They moved with terrifying speed, grabbing Riley by the arms. Their metal grips were unyielding. They forced her to her knees, pinning her in place.

Eleanor approached, lowering the helmet onto Riley's head. The cold metal locked into place around her skull.

Eleanor tapped her wrist controller. "Language system implant. Deep integration mode. Purge unnecessary cultural and emotional links."

A high-pitched whine filled Riley's ears. Then, a torrential flood of data smashed into her brain.

It felt like thousands of burning needles driving into her cortex. She screamed, her back arching in agony. Alien words, complex grammar structures, and guttural pronunciations violently overwrote her neural pathways.

Along with the language came the rules of the Empire. She saw the galactic maps. She understood the hierarchy of the Beastmen. She learned what an "evolutionary catalyst" was-a biological battery meant to be drained so her masters could break their power limits.

And as the Empire's knowledge burned in, Terra-3 began to fade. The memory of Uncle Eddy's face blurred. The smell of the motel room vanished. Her past was being systematically buried under the weight of her new reality.

Ten minutes later, the machine powered down. The droids released her, and Riley collapsed, gasping, her head throbbing with a sickening pulse.

Eleanor removed the helmet. She looked down at the trembling woman and spoke in flawless Imperial standard. "Now, what is your name?"

Riley's lips parted. She wanted to scream her real name, but her vocal cords betrayed her. The newly implanted neural pathways forced the word out. "Kelsey." It was the designation they had used on the auction manifest.

She clamped her hands over her mouth, horrified by her own voice.

"Good." Eleanor nodded. "Remember, Kelsey. Your only value is to provide 'symbiotic catalysis' for your 'masters' and help them become stronger. Resistance is futile."

"Symbiotic... catalysis?" A cold dread began to pool in Kelsey's stomach.

"Simply put," Eleanor said, her smile thin and cruel, "your body is their tool. Your worth lies entirely in pleasing your masters and satisfying their physiological needs during their energy surges."

Eleanor gestured to the droids. They hauled Kelsey up and dragged her toward a sleek, hovering transport pod waiting in the docking bay.

They threw her inside. The heavy doors hissed shut, sealing her in a small, dimly lit cabin.

Kelsey pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her bare legs. The new knowledge in her head warred with the fading echoes of her past. She understood now. Her life as a human being was over. She was an asset. A tool with a lifespan.

As the pod accelerated, carrying her toward the Beaumont estate, a single tear slipped down her cheek. It was the last tear she would shed for the girl from Terra-3.