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Filename: newgomo7.txt
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story_codes: Aliens/g (7), cons

story_intro: When it becomes her turn to be sold into slavery, Mara nearly faints. Before she knows it, though she is sold and finds herself aboard a freighter where she is to become a sex toy for the crew. Then she learns that becoming the object of lust for a species that prizes little human females is not all that bad.


story_language: English





New Gomorrah 07: Slave Auction: Owner's Manual

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:

	It took all of Mara's efforts to keep from falling to the floor. Dizzy-headed, she heard the bidding chimes as if they were miles away instead of in the raucous main room of Feloran's club where the alien was conducting his latest auction. It was now Mara's turn and the seven year-old's pulse raced in panicked beats as her fate was sweeping down on her with every number cast from the crowd.

	Her eyes quickly darted to the ceiling where she could see Rebbie's small pale body writhing. The numerous tentacles of some species that Feloran employed for security held several human females aloft, sexually playing with them for their own amusement as well as for the customers' viewing pleasure. But the other females were in their teens or later while Rebbie was only six. Undeterred by her delicate age and size, the tentacles thrust into her helpless body in three places at once. By now, Rebbie was already a dripping mess but it appeared that her trials were nowhere close to being over.

	The mean girl who had set Rebbie for the tentacles up by pushing her into Feloran was no longer here. Shari's winning bid had been placed by a group of kindly-looking aliens who left with the twelve year-old. No doubt Shari was being treated very nicely even now.

	At least Tia had seemed happy when her new owner left with her. The alien with the eight-fingered hands with the odd tips had first enjoyed his new girl right in the club, laying the three year-old naked on the table while he fingered her everywhere. Tia had cooed and laughed and had done that cumming thing that Mara had heard about. Then the alien had carefully wrapped her in a blanket and took her away.

	"Come. This way."

	Mara jerked in surprise as one of Feloran's assistants took her by the hand and led her off-stage. Her auction was over and she had no idea who had bought her.

	Kakk authoritatively leaned against a dented and greasy food-service machine in the galley of his ship, the Betoose, while his crew gathered for his announcement - the announcement for which he made an announcement about just before they broke orbit from New Gomorrah. Business had been extraordinarily good for the Betoose (which meant they had a fortunate string of lackluster customs inspections) and Kakk decided to splurge a bit on something for crew morale.

	"I have decided to splurge a bit on something for crew morale," he announced.

	That was the end of his painstaking crafted speech (Kakk was a competent ship's master but was no much of a public speaker). As he had hoped, several of his crew spoke out with their guesses.

	"New porn holos"

	"Some better food."

	"A janitorial staff."

	And on it went, sparing Kakk as much public speaking as possible. But the suggestions gradually died off until one crewman raised his hand. Kakk sighed. No one else raised their hand but he knew the one who would. And it was hard to ignore said hand when it was nearly as large as Kakk's head and was attached to a huge, meaty arm.

	"Yes, Gurb," Kakk sighed again, closing his eyes for what undoubtedly was to come.

	Gurb stood from his bench - an impressive site to behold when seeing such a mass move under its own power. Gurb blinked a couple of times to formulate his thoughts, as they were. That took some time as Gurb was nearly as mentally slow in most regards as he was physically large.

	"Are we getting a pre-tax individual retirement plan with one-to-one employer match on the first ten percent and with investment choices ranging from fixed equity to small and large cap dynamic growth?"

	On personal investment, Gurb, the guy who was often outwitted by rodents, was a freaking genius. He was also obsessed about it to the point of Kakk's immeasurable annoyance.

	There was snickering in the galley and a few rude comments. Gurb didn't mind at all since he was amazingly even-tempered. This was a good thing or there would have been some large, compressed body-filled dents in the galley otherwise.

	"No," said Kakk. "I got us this."

	He went to a pantry door and opened it.

	"Look, Gurb, he got us a door," someone called out.

	There was laughter until Kakk produced a small, brown-haired human girl. The crew went silent as they stared with an intensity that matched the same in the hazel eyes of the child. Her pinkish white skin looked so smooth and exotic compared to the coarse, healthy grayness of their own.

	"Gentleman, this is Mara. She is now the ship's official cuntling," Kakk said, feeling inordinately proud of this last bit of impromptu speech.

	"Does she provide annuities?" Gurb asked.

	"Cuntlings are for fucking, not annoo...an...whatever the fuck you said," Xis from Engineering said.

	"Oh," a crestfallen Gurb replied.

	"Now, she is available for use on the half shift after dinner," Kakk said, now reading from notes. "Has anyone ever had a human cuntling?"

	No one spoke. Sure, a few might have bragged about it in the past, but no one had ever been that fortunate. That their captain had scored such a creature was positively incredible.

	"Very well," Kakk continued as he waved a small electronic pad in the air. "This is the owner's manual for our cuntling. There will be a rotation of duties for keeping her fed and bathed and maintaining her sleeping quarters. Cuntling fucking will be done here in the galley with the appropriate coital seat which Xis is wheeling out now - there's a good man. I encourage all of you to review the manual as human cuntlings are as versatile as advertised. And more importantly, we don't want to damage her.

	For demonstration purposes I shall employ the standard Aflee position so that you will get a good view of the process. Now Mara..."

	Understanding Kakk's gesture, Mara removed the simple robe she wore and stood naked. Kakk had spent hours with her questioning her and referring to the manual he had purchased. She had been worried because she knew nothing about sex but Kakk assured her that all would be well since human cuntlings were naturally skilled at this. Mara didn't know how this could be, but the captain seemed like a pretty nice guy and she hoped she wouldn't be a disappointment.

	Now, she stood naked before the assembled aliens while Kakk pointed out her features. Then he had her climb into a chair that reclined. Her ankles were secured to the ends of leg rests that swiveled outward to spread her lower limbs. Kakk carefully prodded the hairless lips of her little cunny as he discussed her anatomy a little more.

	"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said. "Quite soft and fleshy - nothing like we have at home. But the best part is inside. She may look small, but cuntlings, when properly prepared, can stretch quite impressively."

	Kakk had described the cartilage-lined hole that females of his species had for procreation and the rather dry passage inside. The males simply put their cocks in and held them there dangling while they massaged their balls until they deposited their sperm. Sex with humans, on the other hand, was the stuff of wild, orgasmic dreams.

	Opening the girl's labia, Kakk showed the pink membrane inside.

	"This is the hymen, which unused cuntlings have. Fortunately, it's easily removed during the first time and makes just a little mess. Just a little blood."

	Kakk patted Mara on the head to reassure her again. She had been most alarmed when he first read this aloud when they were alone right after the auction.

	"Do cuntlings really get wet inside?" one of his crewmen asked.

	"Yes, they do," Kakk answered as he tapped the pad. "In fact, it's important to make them wet before you enter them. It prevents damage and is more pleasurable for both parties that way. Now here's the best part, once you start fucking a properly moistened cuntling, they self-lubricate."

	"Wow, was that with an option package?" another crewman asked.

	Kakk shook his head before pulling up an instructional video on the manual pad.

	"No, this feature comes standard with all human cuntlings."

	The men watched in amazement before Kakk got their attention. From the side of the coital chair, he produced a small device which he held to Mara's crotch.

	"You just have to use this once to get her ready," he explained as he pressed the button.

	There was a brief, high-pitched noise and Mara suddenly felt a huge knot of pressure in her loins. She jerked in the chair and felt something liquid in her quim. Parting her lips again, Kakk could see the glistening dew inside the girl's sex.

	"As easy as that. Now, see this small protrusion at the top?" Kakk pressed two fingers on either side of Mara's clit to show his men. The girl made a keening noise and tried to squirm. "This gets hard, indicating that a cuntling is ready for fucking, along with her moisture. Now, we'll commence."

	No one commented when Kakk opened the lower access in the front of his coveralls. Shipboard living, after all, pretty much exposed everything to everyone.

	As normal, Kakk's erect penis was slightly darker in color than the rest of his skin. He pressed the curved tip against Mara's bald little slit. The puffy labia opened for him and the crew craned their next to watch. As per the instructions he had read, Kakk pushed hard, feeling the brief resistance for the girl's membrane before it broke apart. Mara made a noise of discomfort before Kakk pushed in further.

	Although he had studied the manual thoroughly, Kakk was not prepared for the hot, liquidy compression of Mara's young twat around his member. Some things had to be experienced. He gargled like an adolescent fool as he pushed and pulled his prick from the child's slippery embrace, reaming her virgin snatch.

	Mara whined at the friction in her hyper-sensitized tunnel. It made her burn in a way that could only be quenched with more of the same fire. She was melting in there where he was moving, sending her cunny juices all over his cock and even dripping onto the floor as the others looked on in amazement.

	Kakk could feel the semen bubbling urgently in the four balls inside his scrotum. It was an amazing thing to happen with no direct contact there -only in response to the sopping massage his prick was getting. The sack swelled between his legs and then with an almost audible whoosh, streamed forcefully into the fresh little girl's organs.

	The sudden hot spray inside her set Mara off, her body shuddering in climax in time with her new owner. They remained joined for another half minute before Kakk staggered back, his now flaccid penis remaining momentarily trapped inside the child until it popped free and sprung back into his pants.

	"Any questions?" he croaked.

	The crew stared the Mara's hairless pussy. Her tiny genitals were lewdly soaked and dripping, the pudgy lips a darker pink from the recent activity. She looked positively intoxicating.

	Xis was the next one who managed to get his prick loose from his coveralls. His aim was true and he sank into the little target. Mara let out a long "oh" as she was once again penetrated and her cunny began to react to the intrusion. Like his captain had done, Xis gargled uncontrollably as he stroked in and out of the little human girl, astounded by the slick clamp of her kiddy fuck tube. When he finally washed her with his semen, Mara came again, responding to both the act and a bit of natural, aphrodisiac-like chemistry between his species' semen and her sex.

	The others took their turn rutting with the child. Mara gladly accepted them all, her previous fears forgotten as her new life as a plaything for the crew commenced. Their rough cocks ravished the little girl's sultry and quivering pussy with every hard thrust in her tiny channel. They left the seven year-old inundated with their alien seed inside of her until it was Gurb's turn.

	"Uh, no, Gurb," Kakk said as Gurb aligned his member to Mara's oozing twat. "You're too big for her there. But remember, human cuntlings are quite versatile. The next hole down will stretch more - you just have to push her legs up to bend her into position. There, that's it"

	Gurb thought this little human was quite clever when he saw the pink, puckered hole beneath a crew's worth of draining jism. Mara made more funny noises, her eyes rolling when he skewered her asshole.

	The last alien was quite big inside her, matching his overall appearance. Mara didn't understand the reaction inside her rear end. It was maddeningly itchy but it made her twat get tingly and wet all over again as the sheer girth of the thing pressed against her vaginal area through the membrane separating the two paths.

	The child's dilated anus felt incredibly taut as Gurb pounded his cock through it and he relished the soft churning of her rectum against his thrusting member. The girl's bald, shiny cunt mound flexed from the hammering nearby in her sweet body and it made Gurb want to laugh if he hadn't been gargling to loud.

	The river of his semen contacted her tissues, making Mara orgasm in her ass as well as her cunt. She nearly fainted from the effect as her guts were inflated with Gurb's copious jism. Wearily, she looked at all of her new shipmates as they looked back at her in mutual satisfaction.

	 Gurb hummed happily as he washed Mara after the nightly fucking was done. It had been a week now since Kakk had introduced his surprise to the crew. They were quite fond of their cuntling and she had amazed them (and herself) at the variety of acts and positions she was able to accomplish.

	Now Gurb was getting to the best part of the bath. He always saved her pussy for last, using one of his large fingers to clean her thoroughly there until he induced a small, final orgasm for the night. When Mara's climax was done, Grub plopped his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. Cuntling juices were very tasty.

	Contrary to Kakk's earlier plan for rotating duties, bathing Mara and putting her to bed had become his nightly assignment. He was quite good at it and had more stamina as the seven year-old usually left his shipmates exhausted from having sex with her. Mara was sleepy, too, and looked forward to the soft, warm bed he brought her to.

	Gurb's thick fingers nimbly tucked the blanket in around her and she smiled when he planted a kiss on top of her head. Then he reached for a book as Kakk had explained that human cuntlings always slept better with a bedtime story. Gurb had found this was true as Mara never lasted to the end of the first page.

	Opening to where he had left off, Gurb excitedly began reading from the latest quarterly earnings forecast for municipal bond funds.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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