Chapter 3: The Pollenverse

Chapter Three

PLANET OF OTHERWORLDLY DELIGHTS:

The Pollenverse

I awoke to the loud clamor of a crowd actively bidding. I opened my eyes to see I was in an arena of sorts. Then my eyes focused enough to see the wooden bars between me and the roof.

With a gasp, I sat up and frantically looked around. I was naked in a hanging cage attached to a horizontal pole. Wasp guards stood on each side, holding my palanquin prison off the ground.

Sitting on a luxurious pillowy cushion like some captured princess, I noted my nude body had been washed, shaved bare, and oiled to a glow. My hair seemed luxurious now, cascading down my shoulders and back like I had gone to the hairdresser.

Was it always this long?

I folded my arms over my bare breasts, which were heavier than usual and sore. My nipples were pink and tight. My clean-shaven labia tingled, and my clit pulsed as if I were aroused. It took everything in me to not reach down and rub the swollen nub, if only to soothe the ache. The desire to finger myself to an orgasm was driving me to distraction.

Nearby, my crew waited in line to be ushered onto the stage.

The human woman who had led the pirates to commandeer my ship stood behind a podium, taking bids faster than seemed possible. The fact that my brain understood any of it was a marvel.

The chaotic crowd on the floor consisted of sentient insects and flora, bidding on a variety of products. Multiple negotiations and transactions were happening simultaneously.

"Is your garden lonely? Perhaps they need a new human pollinator! This morning's shipment brings an assorted selection sure to please any flora…"

My crew was led on stage, and the bidding turned frenzied. Apparently, human pollinators were hard to come by, and the gardens preferred Earthlings above all other beings.

"What will happen to them?" I asked the guard wasps while observing my crew being separated from each other and led here and there.

"If they behave, they will have a long, pampered life filled with love and pleasure in a garden," one replied.

"What about their families?"

"Pollinators can earn the privilege to contact home," the other offered.

Before I could ask more about it, the two insects watching over me were summoned to bring the hanging cage onto the stage.

The crowd erupted into startled gasps before oohing and aahing. Trapped, there was no way to escape the thousands of eyes studying me perched like a rare bird. I curled more into myself, wrapping my arms around my knees, and hiding behind my hair.

The arena fell silent when the wasps stopped front and center, near the podium, so the whole world could see me. The bitch auctioneer came over to the cage.

"Drop your arms" she quietly ordered.

"Fuck you," I growled back, tucking my chin. "You can suck it."

The bitched leaned close, casting a cold shadow upon me. "If you refuse to show your breasts, I will have the bidders line up to feel them while my soldiers hold you down. Would you prefer that?"

Grr. What a fucking cunt.

With an upwards glare at the woman looming over my cage, I did as I was told. I unraveled my arms and stretched out my legs. "Happy?" My poor tits ached something fierce.

"Present them," she added.

I frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Lift your breasts in your palms and show the bidders your assets."

My brows lifted in annoyance. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly."

I smirked at her dramatic tone. "What are you going to do if I don't? Kill me?"

"I will buy back your crew and start executing them one-by-one for every time I have to ask you to do something twice."

I hated being a good person. I lamented that I wasn't more like my asshole siblings. They were ruthless, selfish, and arrogant motherfuckers. They cared little for anyone but themselves.

But I was not like my family. I might not personally know my crew, but they didn't deserve to die just because I was too proud to show my tits to a bunch of aliens.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I complained then lifted the tender yet heavy globes and held them up and out. "Can everyone see them now?" I snarked. "Don't want anyone to miss seeing my big, ol' fat knockers."

"Now bend your knees and open your legs wide."

I blinked hard. My immediate instinct was to protest, but I bit my tongue.

What did it matter at this point? I was obviously going to be sold into sexual slavery, though I could not fathom why. Why wasn't I made a pollinator like the rest of my crew?

When I spread my thick thighs, I swore my pussy seeped with arousal the moment the air— and the endless stares of strange and unusual patrons—brushed across it.

"Remember what I said," she warned low before returning to the podium.

My mind noted that I would kill this bitch if given the chance, but my body seemed extra stimulated by her obscene command to show my body off to strangers in such a way as to leave nothing hidden.

My thumbs couldn't help but strum my tight nipples, as if to ease their ache. Instead of helping with the pain, it only made me wetter. Goddammit. I plucked the hard buds. Did these people give me Spanish Fly or some other aphrodisiac? I was growing more aroused by the second.

Finally succumbing to the urge, I massaged my breasts fully to relieve the discomfort.

This was a twisted moment in my life that, if given the chance to look back upon, I knew I would be appalled at my own behavior. I was practically moaning.

This whole thing was ridiculous. I should be a lot more freaked out, but I couldn't seem to get that important fact to take hold in the fog of lust permeating my brain. All my body cared to acknowledge was how horny it was, and my psyche didn't want to focus on anything more than finding a solution to the problem at hand.

The bitch who'd imprisoned me began to speak.