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story_codes: Aliens/gg (12, 6), tentacles, non-cons

story_intro: As a new shipment of slaves is unloaded for auction, two young girls quickly discover their new purposes as their bodies and their minds are now the property of others. For the other little girls waiting and watching, they cannot even begin to fathom their fate.


story_language: English





New Gomorrah - Slave Auction: A Girl of Refinement

Written by madvlad


Preface:

	In the future, a world far from Earth was colonized by humans. Its original designation was simply C74-A210ZB, based on a galactic charting directory. After a few decades, it earned the appropriately inspired name, New Gomorrah.

	Like its biblical namesake, it is a den of iniquity paradoxically combined with centers of culture and learning. Anything is available to the highest bidder - or simply taken by force or by subterfuge. Among the most prized commodity among all races are young human females. By quirks of biology, they can be easily used for breeding purposes for a variety of species as well as for sexual pleasure.

	
This Story:

	Mara didn't understand debts and foreclosures and crime syndicates. But it was a combination of those that had left her parents dead and her in the cargo hold of a freighter inbound to a planet called New Gomorrah. The seven year-old did understand that she was now property to be sold at auction.

	It was the same as with the others in the hold. Most of them were human and all but one was miserable. The sole exception was an older girl named Shari who was twelve years old. She was very friendly with the freighter's captain, apparently, and was often removed from the hold for long periods that others said was the ship's night time. Mara couldn't tell day from night as the hold was constantly bathed in the same dim red glow at all hours.

	When Shari returned, she always seemed quite content. And unlike the others, she hadn't dropped weight during the voyage so she must have been eating well during her long stretches with the captain.

	Where were quite a few children among the cargo and a quiet girl of six named Rebecca had befriended Mara. A scrawny child whose blonde hair was matted from neglect, she went by Rebbie. It was one of the few pieces of information she offered about herself and usually spent her time near Mara, her haunted brown eyes roaming the cargo hold in search of anything that might be construed as hope.

	The young pair was frequently shadowed by a sandy-haired three year-old named Tia. Like Mara and Rebbie, she was on her own and often clung to one of the other girls with one hand while she kept the thumb of her other hand tucked her mouth.

	Today, Shari returned wearing new clothes that were cut and fit to accentuate the developing attributes of her barely adolescent body.

	"You look pretty," Rebbie softly remarked in awe.

	Shari sneered at the younger girl and tossed her head.

	"I'm a girl of refinement," she sniffed. "Something you'll never understand. There's more to how I look than just 'pretty'."

	"Refinement," scoffed a woman who might have been somewhere between twenty and sixty. "You're slave just like the rest of us. Don't let your time as the captain's whore go to your head - we're all the same when we go to market."

	"Maybe for you," Shari retorted. "I know how to get around and present myself to the higher class buyers. Most of you will be working the mines like draft animals."

	Shari paused and looked at Mara, Rebbie, and Tia and gave them a sadistic grin.

	"You three will be mine rats for sure - you're not good for anything else but running stuff in and out of the bad areas where no one else can fit. But if you live long enough to grow any tits, maybe they'll make you mine whores."

	"What's that?" Mara asked, her hazel eyes wide with concern with how Shari had phrased the term.

	Shari's face glowed maliciously as she explained.

	"Mine whores are the ones the other mine slaves fuck - the lowest of the low. They're too useless for anything else. You are chained to a rack and the other slaves fuck you all day and night. It keeps them a little satisfied in their miserable lives and easier to control. Mine whores can't do anything when the men - humans and others - press their dirty, sweaty, stinky bodies to them and jam their nasty dicks wherever they can cram them. As soon as one slave cums in you, another one is ready."

	"What's cumming and how does it get in you?" Rebbie innocently queried.

	Shari looked at her in disbelief. Then she swung a hand and grabbed the younger girl's crotch.

	"They jam it in your cunt," she said. "And in your ass. And in your mouth, you stupid bitch."

	Rebbie looked stunned. Turning to Mara, she buried her face in her only friend's shoulder.

	"I don't want to be a mine girl," she sobbed. "It's scary."

	Mara hugged Rebbie and glared at Shari while Tia gripped her shirt and noisily sucked her thumb. Mara was scared, too, but wasn't going to let the older girl know it. Not at all bothered by the looks she was getting, Shari took some of Mara's dirty brown hair in her hand and rubbed it in her fingers. With a snort and a shake of her head at what she judged to be poor quality, she let go of Mara's locks and walked away.

	Feloran squinted at the human girl suspended above him. Criss-crossing the ceiling of his club were various tentacles belonging to the Shree, a species he employed for security. Any disturbance in his place was quickly put down by tentacles that would descend from the ceiling to restrain, slap, or strangle the offending party.

	Like many species, Shree enjoyed young human females and he provided some to them not only to keep them happy, but also to provide an around-the-clock sex show to entice customers to spend some time in the booths were his slaves waited to pleasure them. Today, the "tentacle girls" as he called them, would likely induce more fevered bidding on the merchandise he would be putting up for auction. Already, several people were staring at the ceiling show, rubbing themselves, changing skin pigmentation, or whatever their species did when aroused.

	Of course, getting constantly triple-fucked by tentacles took its toll on the humans and once they stopped moving, they really weren't all that much fun to watch. Also, the Shree would tire of them, much preferring a struggling partner and they would return the girl to Feloran.

	Sure enough, the Shree let the fifteen year-old fall onto the stage with a wet plop just as the first of Feloran's latest shipment was herded there for the auction. The girl was staring blankly with Shree jism oozing from her gaping mouth and from her ravaged holes below.

	Mara, Rebbie, and Tia were following Shari onto the stage. Several people from the cargo ship, usually older or injured ones, were pulled aside and marked for direct sale to the nearby mines. When a thud sounded nearby, Mara jumped and then saw the comatose teen lying there with thick stuff coming out of her in the places Shari had mentioned. A tall, yellow skinned alien with patterns of black spots swirling on his skin seemed to be in charge and gestured toward the fallen girl.

	"Send her to Tra-kli Number Two," he called to a couple of employees. "They've been asking for some mine whores after some of theirs were used up during an overtime run. And I'll pick someone from the new lot, here. I need a new tentacle girl."

	Shari took a step back, bumping into Rebbie. She grabbed the girl and shoved her forward - right into the alien boss.

	Feloran turned to see a little yellow-haired human girl who had bumped him. He wanted the auction to get underway and this girl's timing was convenient. She was a bit small to be a tentacle girl, but he didn't think the Shree would mind. Placing a hand on her head, he took a device from his pocket and held it to his mouth. As he breathed into it, a slightly discordant sound was produced, signaling to the Shree.

	Some tentacles descended and lifted the girl, tearing her clothing from her body while she rose. Several bidders watched as more tentacles coiled around the girl, pulling her limbs askew.

	Rebbie was scared of heights and wondered why these snake-like things had taken her clothes off. She didn't completely understand what Shari had told her before about mine whores and to add to her confusion, she wasn't even in a mine. Tentacles probed her tender ass cheeks, one of them slipping between them. It spat something wet into her crack and rubbed it in there which Rebbie thought was terribly rude.

	Then the tentacle rammed against her little pink orifice. The child was shocked for a moment as her anus was brutally dilated. Then she shrieked as the appendage ripped into her bottom, going deeper and deeper as her warbling screams filled the club. Below her, many customers hooted and applauded the entertainment.

	With Rebbie's open mouth providing a target, another tentacle surged into it, filling her there and descending into her throat. Although silenced, the little girl still struggled as both tentacles plunged in and out of her tight body.

	Mara stared in horror at her friend's ordeal. Rebbie was hanging belly down and when another tentacle started to poke at the soft, hairless mound between Rebbie's legs, Mara feared the worst. Then her fears were confirmed when the tentacle dug into Rebbie's tiny slit, making her delicate labia bulge open around it. The thing jerked inward and Rebbie stiffened at her third penetration. After a couple of strokes, blood from her torn membrane spattered onto the floor.

	Mara could hear the soupy noises of the tentacles sliding in and out of Rebbie's stretched little holes. After a few minutes, the tentacles convulsed, spewing thick yellowish semen into the six year-old to complete her defilement. Rebbie's overloaded ass and cunt dribbled stuff out while she took the entire load from the tentacle in her throat directly into her belly. As soon as the tentacles withdrew, others took their place; gang-raping the writhing child and moving her about the cavernous main room for other customers to watch and enjoy.

	Feloran read the mood of the crowd as the y watched the Shree playing with their new toy. The kid had even been a virgin which added some spice to her being taken in public like this. Now the bidders were a little anxious which might translate into higher prices. Looking behind him, he saw a girl who was a good-looking twelve or maybe thirteen. Unlike the other fresh meat, she was well-groomed and well-dressed. Accurately discerning that she had been selling her favors aboard ship for better treatment, Feloran nodded her way and one of his assistants led the girl to center stage for the bidding to commence.

	A display board showed the current bid amount and the bidder number. The kid he had selected set off a rapid series of chimes from the board, showing ever increasing bids. Leaning back against the column, Feloran relaxed and watched his profits begin to mount.

	Shari scanned the crowd as she was auctioned. The daughter of grifters, she had acquired a useful knowledge of species, their attributes, and how to manipulate them.  Near the stage, a loutish-looking Tsunq was bidding heavily for her. Tsunq were a heavy, porcine-like species and Shari did not relish being used by such a creature. There were other active bidders more suitable but it was a non-bidding group at a table near the back that caught her attention.

	They were Beznii, a race with frail-looking bodies with large bulbous heads. Their skin was light blue and their silver and black eyes always seemed child-like with wonder. But Shari knew beneath their unimpressive physiques that the Beznii possessed formidable mental powers - kinesis and limited telepathy. She had been taught how to project her thoughts to a Beznii (or to a group as they were rarely found alone) and focused on the idle half-dozen observing passively.

	"I bid you greetings," she mentally spoke. "With the utmost respect for beings such as yourself, I humbly submit that I might be a suitable companion for you. I appreciate the advancement of your minds over bodies but believe you would find my body most pleasing in this regard. Furthermore, as you read what I am sending, I would think that you would come to enjoy the company of my mind as well."

	As one, the Beznii lightly bowed their heads in Shari's direction. She slowly nodded in return, masking her triumph. They were spindly, little-dicked things who avoided excessive physical activity and she could handle them easily enough. Remaining outwardly serene, she stood in place until her auction ended with the Beznii producing the final bid.

	Shari rode in comfort to the large facility where the Beznii lived. None of them dared to touch her along the way and she was quite pleased with how her quick planning had panned out. Once inside, she was led to a room with a large, transparent tank in the middle. The Beznii sat on low couches by the tank and one of them inclined his (she assumed it was a "he") head toward the girl.

	"Please disrobe entirely and enter the tank. You will find the liquid inside to contain sufficient oxygen for your species."

	Shari climbed onto a platform by the tank and put a finger in the liquid. It was warm and smelled something like vanilla. She took her time removing her clothing, teasing her new owners (although she was already planning on being the one pulling the strings before too long). Today, though, she was going to give them a show.

	Once she was naked before them, she cupped the firm mounds of her still-growing breasts, squeezing them sensually and rubbing her thumbs over the nipples to stiffen them. Then she slowly slid her hands down her well-toned body, using one finger to draw an invisible line over her lightly fuzzed cunny. The Beznii stared and though they didn't speak either physically or mentally, Shari knew she had them hooked.

	There was no easy way to gracefully enter the tank, so she simply leapt in. The fluid was warm and soothing, slightly denser than water. When she tried to stroke back to the surface, though, it seemed to lock in place around her body, pressing on her until she gave up her breath. Liquid replaced the air, filling her lungs. Shari thought it odd, believing she would panic as if she was drowning but she felt no urge in that regard.

	The liquid began to swirl around her and compress inward. She first felt the concentration on her little titties, whirling over them. Then they squeezed as again, but harder. It began to hurt and Shari could feel her nipples elongating as the liquid pulled at them. Oh damn, it hurt and it turned her on. Those Beznii were surprising rough but she could not deny that she was enjoying it.

	The pressure concentrated on two more points. She felt it at her crotch and between her buttocks. What - they were going to fuck her with the fluids they were manipulating? That was kind of kinky and Shari let herself relax there.

	With sharp bursts, the liquid surged into both places at once. The sudden volume was tremendous, forcibly enlarging both holes with such agony that Shari wanted to yell. But her filled lungs would not permit sound.

	"Not so hard," she projected to them.

	But the response was only harder. With sweeping surges, the fluid pounded into the preteen's twat and ass. The anal tide went so deeply into her guts that Shari could feel her belly swelling. Her snatch felt hideously bloated and now the thrusts were threading through her cervix. The barrier softened and aperture widened in a perverse parody of readying her for giving birth. Her uterus swelled along with her stomach and then contracted as the fluid exited only long enough to enter her again.

	In both of her young canals, she was made so taut that every bit of flow tantalized her nerve endings there. Through the blinding pain and the fear that she would burst inside came the thundering carnality of this stimulation. She twisted uselessly in the tank, her mind broadcasting with no discipline the agony and sexual fire of her rape.

	The two sensations warred and intertwined, becoming one and setting off an orgasm throughout her entire body. Shari felt herself melting into one nerve point. A mental image of Rebbie entangled among the ravaging tentacles flashed through her brain - her only tangible thought as she thrashed for nearly an hour in her prolonged climax. She saw the little girl and the thick flesh penetrating her and she felt the rush liquid inside her own body, rippling over every sensitive part of her. The twelve year-old howled silently and her sight betrayed her, only leaving the sense of her body's invasion and reaction.

	Shari awoke disoriented. She was still suspended in the liquid. As her eyes focused, she saw the Beznii returning to their seats.

	Reading the undisciplined broadcasts of her thoughts, the Beznii flinched momentarily before answering in her head.

	"You have been unconscious for more than a day. When we sensed your awakening, we returned.

	We were delighted with the most exquisite reactions of both your body and your mind and eagerly anticipate more for the next year."

	Shari slowly made sense of that last statement as if her mind was bogged in mud. Her thoughts were a bit sluggish before she finally projected her question.

	"Next year? Then you'll let me go?"

	She no longer wanted to be in the company of these beings. Her climax had been incredible, but the enveloping pain that went with it... And there was the muddled state of her mind even after a day later, as if she was losing parts of herself. No, she couldn't bear that.

	"Your concerns are quite valid. We crave both the physical and mental response to the sexual actions we produce. But over time, your mind will deteriorate. While you will still be aware of who you are and what is happening to you, your projected thoughts will no longer be as refined as we would cherish. And we do so value refinement in all forms, as you well know.

	But fear not - you will still be of service. You will be sent to provide baser, physical satisfaction to the workers in our mines who desire sexual release. There, you should live many more productive years in this use. Perhaps you may be a breeder for us in the course of your new duties, both with humans and with other species. We are fascinated at the prospects of hybrids."

	By now, Shari's mind was completely awake and she understood everything in its terrible clarity. Before she could formulate a response, she felt the liquid pressure seize her followed by the inexorable entry inside of her. Thoughts melted before they could completely form as her current purpose began anew.


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