Chapter 2: The Auction
All she ever knew was the Compound. Ahik Kimo, or Kimo as her fellow sister slaves called her, was a Twi’lek, born and raised in a secure facility. To her owners, she was Slave 18, or “Slut”, or “Bitch”, or “Tweak cum dump”, whatever term they decided to call her, if they were pointing at her or even looking at her, she knew they were addressing her and she had to comply. All Kimo ever knew was her training. The slave thought it was normal. She didn’t understand why newly arrived sister slaves would cry themselves to sleep every night. They didn’t know how easy they had it now before their training became truly rigorous. The slave uniform, barely a strip of cloth that covered nothing, the head cages that kept their head appendages, their lekku, manacled, the constant leering from the guards, all paled in comparison to the strict exercise regiment that had to be followed every day or face punishment. Each slave was kept fit and ready,
Kimo stood nervously at attention, holding a tray of food and standing in line with the other slaves, waiting for the doors to open. By this point she was used to walking around without any clothing, but this was her first time seeing new people that weren’t slaves or guards. Not a single sound could be heard from the waiting slaves, all were well trained and wearing only a single slave collar around their neck.
Kimo had earned her status rather quickly, eagerly looking forward to every training session until she had proven her worth. She wasn’t sure why some of her slave sisters didn’t enjoy their training nearly as much as she did. Some of them had been training for far longer than Kimo, but still had all their slave collars wrapped tightly around their limbs. Kimo, however, had done everything she could to quickly get out of the collars, knowing that the more she pleased her Owners, the less punishment she would receive. Kimo realized that the only time she would feel good was when she was being used for her purpose as a slave to pleasure. Her mother had trained her well and she was grateful for that.
Today all her hard work would finally pay off, for today was the Auction. If she enticed a new owner, then she’d be whisked away to a life of travel and experiences outside the walls of the Compound. She did what she could to make sure she got a tray of enticing food to draw as much interest as possible, including servicing a slave who had a better tray of food. She could still taste her sister’s pussy juices inside her mouth, noting smugly that it wasn’t quite as sweet as her own.
The doors swung open and the sudden brightness of the room in front of them caused her to squint her eyes at first as the slaves proceeded forward without a word. Slave 8 squared her shoulders and thrusted her tits forward, making sure to walk with as much of a saunter as possible while keeping her tray perfectly steady. Kimo wanted to catch the eye of a nice politician or rich merchant, that way she could enjoy a higher class of life than the usual slave drudgery.
As she walked around the room, she sized up the clients as they sized her up. Occasionally one would reach forward and grab her face to inspect her mouth or eyes, other times a hand would find its way to her exposed tit, from every possible direction. She was already used to this from the guards and was more successful at keeping a steady hand as her nipples were pinched and twisted. She had been a favorite of the guards after they had discovered during her training that no matter the size of cock inside her, it still felt incredibly tight. The fact that she obviously enjoyed it every time was just a benefit to her.
One of her poor sisters, however, was not so skilled and jumped in surprise when she felt a flick on her nipple, causing her to drop her tray in a loud clatter. The guests laughed at her misfortune as a guard dragged her by the collar to a pedestal where an electric field hummed to life under her feet. Her body was held still by energy beams that wrapped around her collars, creating a field that caused electric arcs to run over her body, striking her at random. The slave tried her best not to cry out in pain, but was unable to hold back the tears streaming down her face as her body writhed from the shocks.
Kimo breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there wasn’t any attempt to punish her coming and did her best to draw the eye of any kind looking guest she could see. Her bright smiles and perky body certainly grabbed the attention of most around her, but almost everyone looked cruel and ugly. She knew to hide her emotions, but she couldn’t help but feel a growing fear that her life might be one of pain not pleasure. Grabbing her shoulder from behind, an Aquarian unceremoniously shoves his bony fingers inside her cunt without waiting for an acknowledgment from her. While not expecting this, Kimo was able to hold her composure and waited patiently as she felt the fingers explore her insides. Finally, the alien pulls out and walks away, sniffing his fingers and chortling to himself.
A strange tickling on her head tail almost caused her to shudder from the pleasure and drop her tray. She had never been touched there quite so delicately and in desperation did her best to survey around her to see who could have done that. No one was near enough to touch her at that moment so in her confusion she just smiled at a passing group of guests and offered them her tray. When they refused, she offered her body instead by thrusting her tits forward. One of the guests, a Trandoshan, happily accepted by caressing it and then giving it a sharp pinch to gauge her reaction to pain. When Kimo didn’t even wince, he gave a disappointed grunt and moved on. She was confused still, not by the disappointment, but by the tickling sensation. It was impossible to touch her head tails through the strange metal contraptions that completely surrounded their heads like metal snakes. How someone could have even done that without her seeing them was even more impossible.
Kimo continued on her route, looking around the room for someone studying her to see if she could spot her elusive attacker. All she could see were leers and the occasional cock being pleasured. Suddenly she found herself unable to breathe. She felt the strangest sensation as if someone was gripping her throat so forcefully she couldn’t even swallow. She tried her best to hold her composure, knowing that if she fainted or even stumbled, the punishment would be far worse than whatever this was. As quickly as it came, the pressure disappeared and she could breathe again. She almost forgot herself, and stopped herself before she could sob as she gulped in fresh air.
She wasn’t sure what was going on. Perhaps it was some new addition from the slave collars that the Master hadn’t told his slaves about. He never told them about the explosives but the slaves learned anyways when some escaped. What she did know was that if she stumbled once, the punishment would be severe. So Kimo kept up the smiles and the proper posture. She continued her way through the guests, letting them sample from the tray and her body. Despite everything, she knew her role was to sell herself to the right bidder.
A sharp tug at her other head tail caused her to suddenly convulse from the pleasure and drop her tray. She whirled around, mortified, and saw nobody near her except the approaching guards. They grabbed her roughly, lifting her up as if she was air, and threw her onto the platform next to her tortured sister. The platform hummed to life and before Kimo could even stand, the arcs wrapped around her body and lanced inside her, sending waves of pain throughout her system. She gritted her teeth and did her best not to cry out in pain, knowing it was so unfair. It wasn’t her fault she dropped the tray.
Some guests walk by, laughing at her and spitting on her. Others borrow a taser from the guards to hurt her even further. They would stab at her tits, jam it inside her cunt then turn it on, and jeered at her the entire time. Kimo did her best not to cry but she couldn’t stop the tears of frustration from pouring out. Finally, when she felt like she could hold no more pain in, the Owner arrived. He walked up, slaves walking in all fours behind him towed by chains held tightly in his fist. The force fields hummed louder as it forced the two punished twi’leks onto their knees and submission to him.
He stepped up onto the raised platform with the tortured slaves at his feet, and spread his arms wide. “Welcome, my friends. I’m sure you’re all eager to begin. Let me just say it has certainly been a pleasure training this batch of slaves, because they really know how to please an Owner!” And with that, the platforms underneath the two punished slaves fall silent and the sparks recede. They both lay panting there, too exhausted to even thank their Master for their punishment. He smirked, and reached down to stoke their heads. The metal contraption wrapped around their head tails prevented them from feeling his touch, but they knew he was there. He released the restraints on their heads without a word, letting them fall to the ground. Kimo’s breath quickened.
Gently, he ran his fingers along their tails. Having never felt the touch of another person there, the sensation was exquisite to Kimo. Before she knew what happened, her eyes rolled back into her skull and her tongue came out in a deep sigh as her thighs were instantly soaked in her juices. She couldn’t help herself, she was drooling all over her naked body at the feel of someone stroking her tails. From the heavy panting and shallow look in her sister’s eyes, Kimo could tell she felt the exact same way. All pain forgotten, the two of them were transfixed by the pleasure coursing through their bodies.
Without warning, he grabs both slaves by their tails and drags them to his throne-like chair in the back of the platform. Being dragged by her tails was normally nothing new to Slave 18, or her sister Slave 23, but without the protection of the metal guards it was a whole new world of experience for both of them. Their overly sensitive tails caused them to convulse as they were dragged across the ground, unable to even crawl as pain mixed with pleasure. They were so awash in the sensation, neither of them noticed the manacles placed on their wrists by guards, keeping them chained to the chair. As he settled into the chair, keeping a firm grip on the two pairs of tentacles, the mindless slaves tore at his robes to try to access his member.
A small cheer came from the guests as the two slaves freed an already engorged cock from the robes. Both of them tried desperately to latch onto the cock but were strongly pulled back by their tails. “You see what I mean? Driven mad by lust, they just can’t help themselves. Normally, they know better than to do this without asking, but these two clearly need more training.”
It was true, Kimo knew better than to approach a cock without permission, but she couldn’t help herself. Her body was desperate for something, anything to fill herself up. The tight grip around her tails kept her body needing more. It was pleasurable, but what it really did was make her need real satisfaction. And the only real satisfaction she had ever known was from serving the cocks of the slave trainers. Kimo and her sister whimpered in their thirst to serve the Owner, unable to vocalize while he maintained such a powerful grip on their heads.
Finally, he brought their mouths to his cock and called out with a roar, “Let the bidding commence!” The two slaves fought each other to serve the cock in front of them, pushing each other off to suck it down hard into their mouths, eager to serve and satisfy. They were entirely oblivious to the other slaves, more successful in avoiding punishment, lining up behind them. The ones kneeling on the floor are pulled up by their chains and held aloft while the tray holders step forward. A guard drags one forward and the auction begins as the guests call out their price.
Slaves 18 and 23 don’t even notice, their attention entirely dissolved by the hand touching their tails. Their sensitive bodies generated lots of fluids from both holes as they slobbered over the Owner’s cock. Kimo’s cunt ached for attention, but the chains kept her from being able to reach down. Instead, she reached forward, pumping the cock even when it was inside her sister’s mouth, hoping to prove her worth. The Owner groaned and gave her head tail an extra tweak to reward her eagerness, causing Kimo’s cunt to burn with desire. She took the Owner’s cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head while letting her drool drip onto her hand.
The Owner yanked both slaves back, throwing Kimo’s sister to the side while spinning Kimo around. As soon as he let go of her head, Kimo breathed in a moment of clarity and realized the auction was already well under way and she had not been bid on yet. This was immediately forgotten as she felt a sharp tug on both her tails, and her cunt felt a cock sink balls deep inside her. Her eyes rolled back, going as blank as her mind from the pleasure of every sensation happening at once tearing through her body. Without warning, Slave 18 comes, convulsing heavily on the cock, causing the Owner to convulse as well, painting her insides with his seed. He doesn’t let go of her tails, gripping them harder as his cock unleashes rope after rope of cum inside her. The continued grip keeps Kimo on the edge, unable to come down from her high of utter pleasure, she continues to convulse and come. The Owner eventually lets go, unable to handle the constant stream of pleasure the cunt is providing his cock, and Kimo collapses to the floor in a puddle of whimpers.
As Kimo slowly regains consciousness, she sees her sister being fucked from behind by the head slave catcher while she cleans off the Owner’s cock with her mouth. The guard uses her tails as handles as well, causing the slave to squirt with every thrust of his cock. Her cries of pleasure are drowned out by the bidding process as one particularly attractive red skinned twi’lek is put up for auction. In her daze, Kimo realizes it’s the last slave in the line up. She struggles to get to her feet, hoping to be called upon next. As soon as the bidding ends, with the slave going to a rather eager looking young Senator, the Owner claps his hands. “Thank you for your time, my fellow patrons of debauchery. I look forward to the auction I will hold next year, when I will see you again!”
Kimo’s heart sank, as she realized she would have to go through another year of training before she could earn another chance to see the world. She was lost in her thoughts and post orgasmic haze, not noticing the hooded figure who approached one of the nearby guards. The guard whispered something in the Owner’s ear. Kimo could hear his response “What is he crazy? I’m not selling her, she’s too good to give up.”
That’s when she noticed the hooded figure approaching the platform. Strange, she hadn’t seen him during the party, so she didn’t know what to make of him. His face was obscured by the hood, with only his mouth visible. He almost lazily waved his hand as he said in a deep, commanding tone, “You will be happy to sell her to me.”
The Owner repeated back in a strange monotone voice, “I will be happy to sell her to you.” He blinked slightly, confused, before stretching his hand outwards for payment. The stranger dropped a small bag of credits in the Owner’s waiting hand, a wry half smile on his lips. Kimo bowed deeply before her new Owner and didn’t see the butt of a guard’s rifle coming down on her head, knocking her out.
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