I’m a living, sentient woman, being sold into sex slavery, but for these men, looking at my body is nothing but a thrill. “Forty-seven? Forty women – humans, aliens, different skin colors and body shapes, forty women who once had lives, loves and families, but each one now implanted and marked, each one naked. At that point I am permitted another brief breath, and I’m catapulted back into my body. But it’s easy for the unwashed one to use his bodyweight and pin my abdomen to the mattress. Then normality is restored, including the unending call of the claxon. I will see the Rainbow Galaxy. But fate had other intentions for me. My bare pelvis is thrust out behind me, so my rear feels very vulnerable. Compelled my implant, I lie there, limp and docile, ready for whatever he intends of me.
