Chapter 1: The Auction

It was a grey autumn morning. He trotted slowly over the slavemarket.

With its colourful goings on in the shadows of the towers of the

spaceport, it was always a nice diversion when he got bored in his

palazzo. The common people pulled back to make room for him. Even if he wasn't at the top of the aristocratic hierarchy he had to show his respect to only a chosen few of the noblemen on this planet. The larger part of the nobles in this sektor of the interstellar empire were worlds beneath him on the ladder of aristocracy.

On his right was a big complex of cages where working slaves from all imaginable planets were offered for sale. Especially popular at the moment were the Ne'kree. They have eight arms and have enormous strenghth. Additionally they are very peaceful which helps to reduce the security problems at their workplace. But human working slaves were also rather popular.

This complex was mainly visited by buyers from middle to big sized

corporations and other quantity buyers which bargained directly with

the traders or already had fixed contracts.

Auctions were rarely held here and so this part of the market was

incredibly boring for lurkers like him. He decided to walk further

in the direction of the spaceterminal. There were held noisy auctions

of house and pleasure slaves of both genders and sometimes even of

other races.

He moved closer to the stage. Again the people tried to make as much

room for him as possible as soon as they saw him. They knew, that if

they were in a nobleman's bad books - especially one of his rank - and it resulted in an entry in their citizen dataset they could find themselves on such a stage faster than they would like it.

On the stage kneeling was a young girl, whose sweet face, with a small snub nose and big dark-brown eyes which seemed to be nearly black and sparkled like two big stars, was framed by half-long black hair. But the innocent face had a deeply unhappy and downhearted expression. The eyes were full with dried tears and she looked apathetically down her body which was, in contrast to the innocent impression her face made, displayed in a nearly obscene way.

The knees of the maybe sixteen-year-old girl have been forced

apart. Under her torn short skirt she wore you could spot, enclosed by

a small black fuzz, her pubes easily. Her arms were chained together behind her head so that her small breasts with dark nipples looked out of her torn top.

In this moment the auctioneer raised his voice and turned to the girl:

"Dear Citizens, honoured noblemen, we now have for sale this pearl from the desert planet Plaktor II. Her name is Sheila and as you can

see for yourself she is the piece of honey in our pleasure-slave

auction today. First have a look at her sweet budding breasts." The

man was now leaning forward to open what was left of her top. He

fondled her small tender breasts, took the big nipples that were

surrounded by nearly nonexistent areolas between his fingers and rubbed

them until they got hard. They were nearly a centimetre long was nearly

as thick as a small finger. Then the man took - as far it was possible

with these small breasts - the globes in his big paws as if he wanted to weigh them. "She has of course also a great bum," she was pulled up

to her chained legs, turned around and bent over "and a cunt sweet

as sugar."

With this the auctioneer spread here arsecheeks. Her slit opened

slightly and he could see the pink flesh easily. He recognized, that

his cock started to become hard in his pants. 'What a sweet girl' he

thought and let his gaze travel further to her red-pinkish rosebud.

'A really sweet girl.' On her buttocks and her back you could see some

red welts. She obvious wasn't that passive all the time.

"I assure you," continued the auctioneer while the girl got back in

her kneeling position " that this piece of sugar is still a virgin in