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Filename: newgomo8.txt
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story_codes: Aliens/g (6), M/g, tentacles, non-cons, cons

story_intro: In the days after the slave auction, Rebbie has endured the non-stop rape of tentacles in all three tiny holes. Little does she know that any hope of deliverance will mean that she's just another bargaining chip.


story_language: English






New Gomorrah - Slave Auction: A Little Something Extra

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:

	Feloran's majordomo showed Driscoll to the usual booth. Feloran wasn't there, which meant he was running late but Driscoll understood. Running a club like this along with other enterprises could often play havoc with one's schedule. There were bills to pay, debts to collect, officials to bribe - the whole lot.

	Driscoll didn't have to place an order as a scantily clad humanoid woman brought him his preferred ale. Leaning back, Driscoll let his eyes drift to the ceiling where the Shree (or at least their tentacles, which was all he could see, were playing with their toys as usual.

	The aliens served as security in the club and Feloran kept them entertained with various females, mostly young and human to fuck them until their minds were shot. After that, they didn't struggle so much and the Shree would get bored. When they were discarded by their tentacled rapists, the females were usually hauled off to one of the mines to serve as nearly comatose fuck sockets for miners who just wanted a quick cum and didn't really care how their partners responded, or even if they did at all.

	It was a hell of way to go - getting fucked into zombie-hood and then getting fucked in the fetid underground until the body followed the mind. But it was a cold universe out there, baby, and Driscoll knew of plenty of nasty of ways to die and this didn't even make the top ten.

	He squinted as he looked at the rather small figure suspended nearly above the booth. She was human - and quite a little one at that. Shaking his head, Driscoll wondered why one this young would have been tossed to the Shree. Usually, it was the troublemakers who got sent up there but how much trouble could this kid - maybe five or six years old - cause?

	Seeing this blonde little girl getting ruthlessly triple-fucked made even Driscoll a little cold. But he found his attention drifting back to her. Her pale little body was shiny with sweat and semen as it wriggled fruitlessly within the grasp of several tentacles. Some of them played over her smooth skin, caressing her pathetically small features.

	Her back was facing down toward the booth, affording Driscoll the sight of two bubbly little rump cheeks pushed apart by the thick flesh wetly jamming in and out of her asshole. The poor kid must have been getting it from the Shree for a while because the tentacle was pretty damned thick and was going into her a good length.

	The girl was slowly rotated and Driscoll saw her face in profile. The one brown eye he could see was wide open and a cute, slightly upturned nose was spattered with Shree semen. With her jaws wrenched open, another tentacle freely fucked her deeply into her throat, making her neck bulge with every push.

	On her otherwise flat chest, the little girl's nipples were reddened and erect, protruding noticeably from the constant play of a lashing tendril there. Another tendril slid up and opened at the tip before sucking a nipple in. The girl jerked as her undeveloped breast was sucked and then the other tendril locked onto her other niplet. No wonder they had been sticking out so much, Driscoll thought.

	Now the girl was facing him so he could see the final tentacle at work. It stroked obscenely into the tiny, hairless hole between the child's legs. Her fleshy cunt lips were bulging as they stretched around the alien flesh mauling her immature sex. Like her ass, her twat must have been well worked over and quite elastic now considering the girth and length pumping into the girl's impossibly small confines.

	Despite her thin build, the girl's tummy was slightly swollen and Driscoll knew it had to be from the heavy loads of Shree jism that had been pumped into her throat, bowels and uterus. Plenty of the stuff stained her body and more of it oozed from her helpless twatlet with each gurgling thrust from the tentacle.

	Suddenly the girl went into spasms and thick semen spurted from her abused snatch and ass. From her neck movements, she must have been swallowing more from her third tormentor. Driscoll wondered how many heavy loads of goo had already been pounded into the tiny body.

	"I'm surprised she doesn't burst."

	Driscoll looked away from the ceiling as a tall, yellow-skinned being slid into the booth.

	"Feloran," he said by way of simple greeting.

	The alien nodded and then gestured to the struggling little sex toy above.

	"You were enthralled."

	Driscoll wasn't one to bullshit anyone - one reason for his modestly successful business - and nodded.

	"Yeah, it's a hell of a show and I'm a bastard for watching it - and even enjoying it. But I mean, that young? Really?"

	Feloran shrugged.

	"I just had a huge lot of slaves arrive and was suddenly short a tentacle girl. She was convenient."

	"Yeah, but still..."

	Feloran turned a few shades paler, a sign of his amusement.

	"Are you growing a conscience, Driscoll?"

	"Fuck my conscience, what's this run you need me for?"

	Feloran chuckled.

	"That's what I like about you Driscoll, a businessman and a smuggler, always."

	Driscoll nodded at the compliment. Some smugglers called themselves "specialized transporters" or other similar crap in an attempt to give them an air of legitimacy. Driscoll had no use for that. Hell, he damned well knew that smuggling was pervasive in all sections of the galaxy - even the so-called respectable ones - and made no bones about what he did. That was also why Feloran and other liked to do business with him - no bullshit from him.

	"So what's the business?" Driscoll prodded.

	"A delivery for the Grizdt Syndicate," Feloran replied. "They are rather sensitive about this shipment and demanded a list of potential smugglers I would use. When they saw your name, they demanded it be you. Now we wouldn't wish to disappoint them, would we?"

	"If I ever had disappointed the Grizdt, you damn well know I wouldn't be here," Driscoll retorted.

	"True enough," Feloran laughed, his face paling again briefly.

	Easy for him to laugh, thought Driscoll. The Grizdt Syndicate did not tolerate their "disappointments" well. And for the offending party, well, their end was one of those that was far worse than the fate of Feloran's tentacle girls.

	"So where and when?" Driscoll asked.

	"Leaving today and you bring the cargo to Eridanus."

	Driscoll gaped at Feloran.

	"Eri-fucking-danus? Shit, harvest is in two months and it will take me four to make a round trip to that armpit."

	The harvest Driscoll referred to was a hybrid variant of a plant descended from the old Earth poppy. It produced a highly illegal narcotic so was naturally grown in abundance on New Gomorrah. When the harvest was made, smuggling was so rampant that it was impossible to catch anyone hauling it because security forces were vastly outnumbered. Driscoll remembered reading about the "Mosquito Fleet" of small boats that ran booze across the Detroit River from Canada to the US during Prohibition. There were too many of them and the police of the day could only watch. It was pretty much the same thing now.

	It was always a great time to make a killing in smuggling and proper planning might net Driscoll three or four runs before the crops were all moved out. Eridanus, on the other hand, was an incredibly long and boring trip with no stops along the way for rest and recreation. His ship was short on comfort with every spare millimeter devoted to cargo space and engines and just enough weaponry to keep the little skip-chaser pirates at bay before he outran them. In fact, he didn't even have a proper cabin on board. His pilot's chair could recline enough to sleep in and he had a locker for his clothes and a small chamber with a toilet and shower. Food came from self-heating meal packs. This was fine for something lasting a week, but two months was a hell of a grind.

	Feloran slid a pad over to him and Driscoll reluctantly looked at the numbers on it.

	"Okay," he conceded. "It makes up for lost harvest revenue."

	"And then some," Feloran added.

	"And then some," Driscoll acknowledged. "But it's still a major pain in the ass of a trip. Are you trying to get rid of me for a while?"

	Feloran paled as he gave Driscoll a wide grin.

	"Of course I am. That mug of ale you're drinking might be free to you, but it costs me money."

	When Driscoll responded to the weak joke with a baleful glare, Feloran gave him a conciliatory wave.

	"But I do appreciate this and I'll try to make it up to you - maybe give you a little something extra."

	Driscoll had broken orbit and spent the next ten hours maneuvering to avoid the System Security patrols. It was a delicate thing to fly in plain view while trying not to attract attention and get boarded for inspections. The keys were coolness and patience. It was the inexperienced hotshot pilots with over-powered ships who thought they could outrun security that usually failed - either finding that speed was not the only thing that counted in a chase. They were either caught or wound up planting their ships into an asteroid cluster or something equally fatal. And if they did manage to escape but not quickly enough to prevent security from grabbing an ID lock on their ship, they'd get snagged somewhere down the line.

	Now that he was clear of the system, he would then make a series of hyper-jumps to out-of-the-way navigation points on his way to Eridanus. There might be pirates or syndicates rivalling the Grizdt along the way or some local thugs demanding tribute, but he knew he could handle it. It essentially boiled down to a few hours of excitement dotting months of sheer boredom.

	As he was getting ready to make his first jump, he ran a sensor sweep and systems checks of his ship. If he had to take care of anything, it was best to do it now rather than risking an early exit from the middle of a hyper lane somewhere.

	Everything checked okay until a bio-contamination warning sounded from one of his cargo holds. Something was in there that shouldn't be. Driscoll could have easily run a series of chamber-wide radiation bursts to kill off any microbes, but he decided to do it with a hand sensor and rad tool so as not to risk damaging any of the merchandise.

	When he entered the hold, he turned off his hand sensor and stared at the "contamination". It stared back at him with huge brown eyes. After a few seconds, Driscoll realized his mouth was hanging open and making him look like an idiot so he closed it before speaking to the blonde tentacle girl from Feloran's club.

	"So you're my 'little something extra', huh?"

	The girl was a mess. She was still naked and dripping with Shree cum everywhere. She didn't cry or resist when he walked her to the small bathroom and put her in the shower. Telling her to get clean, he returned to the hold to decontaminate the spatters of jism left behind.

	When he returned to the girl, he gave her a towel. Lacking any other clothing for her, he let her keep it wrapped around her while he returned to his controls and sent the ship into the calculated hyper lane.

	The trip was going to be long enough and now he had to play nursemaid to a little kid just because he had shown her a little sympathy. He supposed sex was an option and it might be better than using his hand, but also far more troublesome. As he continued to mull his problem over, the girl padded up to his chair and crawled into his lap. Her towel was gone and she sat there, nude and staring. Despite his annoyance, Driscoll felt himself hardening in his pants just beneath her petite young buns.

	"Do you have a name?" he finally asked.

	"Rebbie," she said in a raspy voice.

	Driscoll understood and figured it was a miracle she could speak at all considering the thing he had last seen plugging her throat. Again he marveled at how much she had taken in all three holes, especially as he saw how utterly small and vulnerable she was like this. He did recall hearing stories about how Shree could gradually alter the physiology of other species, something that coincided with how much tentacle meat they could jam into a hole.

	"So tell me about yourself, Rebbie."

	Rebbie was silent for a moment, staring at Driscoll with what appeared to be hope before she answered.

	"I'm six years old and I like cupcakes with strawberry icing."

	"Sounds yummy," he replied, referring to both items she mentioned.

	Rebbie looked at him again before she opened up.

	"Mr. Feloran says I have to let you do all kinds of sex things with me or you'll make me go back to the Shree 'cause you own me now. Sex things are when you put things in my kitty and my bottom and my mouth and make it all sticky. The Shree did sex things to me a lot. It hurt a lot but sometimes it made my kitty do good things. They put some different things in my kitty to make it stretch deeper but I can still have babies when I'm all grown up. Did you know babies are made in big girls' kitties?"

	Amused, Driscoll nodded.

	"I've heard rumors about that."

	Rebbie nodded sincerely.

	"They made my kitty stretch a lot so they could put their big things in me more. And now my kitty does good things a lot more."

	"Good things?"

	Rebbie rubbed a finger against her hairless mound.

	"Uh huh. It gets wet and really bubbly and something real good happens."

	Hearing the six year-old try to describe an orgasm cinched it Driscoll. He was going to have to get a piece of this sweet little cunny and soon. But Rebbie was already moving in that direction.

	"Mr. Driscoll? Can you put your thing in my kitty so I don't have to go back to the Shree? You can put your thing in my bottom, too."

	"Thanks. And your mouth?" he teased.

	Rebbie looked troublde and started to cry.

	"I don't like things in my mouth. It hurts all the way in and then I can't breathe and fall asleep in a bad way."

	Driscoll understood. She must have blacked out from a lack of air when she was getting throat fucked. Feeling bad about bringing up the subject, he patted her blonde hair.

	"Alright, no deep-throating. Besides, I know right where I want to go."

	He gave her a gentle poke in her cunny and she smiled shyly. Wetting his finger, he touched her again, rubbing her. Understanding, Rebbie moved her pelvis, grinding against his finger and making a keening sound when the digit slipped into her. She was already getting wet so he wasted little time getting his pants undone. Rebbie made a small exclamation as she found his cock, stroking the hardness with wonder.

	Driscoll thought her reaction was amusing until it made sense - although she'd been getting wildly triple-fucked for quite some time, she had probably never encountered a human penis before. But if she kept handling him this way, he was going to bust a nut before he could go where he wanted.

	Taking her by the waist, he lifted her. Rebbie understood and shifted in his hands to align the tip of his dick to her bald snatch. When he lowered her, the delicate petals of her sex opened for him. As she expanded, he found her childish tunnel to still be quite small. But it was her depth that astounded him, taking his entire length which left him barely touching her cervix. Give the Shree some credit there.

	Now joined, Driscoll moved the child up and down with Rebbie using her thighs to help as her knees dug into him. The slippery tube of her pussy clenched against his prick, baking him like a fleshy oven. Rebbie's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, the tip of her tongue dabbing at her lips as she panted in concert with his strokes.

	Her taut cuntal walls crushed against him as she moved up as if reluctant to let his member go. With each downward push, Rebbie moaned softly as her gooey little cuntlet was penetrated and stretched. Her noises became more anxious and she bit her lip. Trembling in his hands, she came, her twat convulsing around his cock. Driscoll responded with a few harder thrusts until he emptied his balls into her, sending his sperm into the six year-old's tiny womb.

	With a small cry Rebbie fell against him, feeling the human seed inside her for the first time. She lay quietly for several minutes before raising her head to stare at him again with those deep brown eyes.

	"Do you have cupcakes with strawberry icing?" she asked, sounding like an innocent child despite the penis still buried in her quim.

	"No, I won't have any for you until we get back to New Gomorrah in a few months."

	"New Gomorrah? You're gonna give me to the Shree?"

	"Of course not. Then who would help me eat all of those cupcakes?"

	Rebbie giggled for the first time in weeks. Then she turned to look out the cockpit window. The colorful whorls of the hyper lane could be quite mesmerizing, even for jaded spacefarers like Driscoll.

	"Those are pretty colors," she remarked.

	"Why don't you turn around and look?" Driscoll offered.

	Rebbie sat up but did not try to get off of him. She started turning around awkwardly while trying to keep him inside of her. For whatever reason (and Driscoll could think of a few), she didn't not want to break their intimate contact. He helped her turn to face the window and the action made him start to harden again inside her little pussy. She wriggled slightly to encourage his reaction.

	Sliding one hand over her lower belly, Rebbie could feel him in there. His sperm was still warm inside her, residing in that mysterious place where she would someday make babies. This pleased her in a way she didn't yet understand. Looking down at her hand, she saw the colors of the hyper lane swirling and painting colors all over her naked body. She moved the hand and saw the lights marking her hairless sex, now stretched and filled just right. With small motions, she started hunching on his cock, feeling the excitement mount inside of her as she stared outside the window to face her new journey.



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