Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)
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				Title: <strong>Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 08:53:53</strong>
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				The hum of the atmospheric controls and environmental systems aboard the decaying space station provided a ceaseless mass of white noise washing over her, adding to the disorienting sense of monotony. In the "stables" - that's what the guards referred to them as, and heaven knows they smelled like masses of living beings, human and otherwise, brought together - the lights never dimmed. There was no night, no day, just...time.<br><br>She had been trapped there for - she didn't know how long. Her tramp freighter had been carrying a load of cargo for a buyer operating out of this particular little patch of hell. Might not have taken the contract however, had she known the same buyer had gotten engaged in a nasty little turf war with another operator. A turf war that got him killed, and her caught in the crossfire for her trouble. With no buyer, the hospital had burned through her account almost immediately - and on this station, there was only one fate for a young woman with debts she couldn't pay.<br><br>And so Hannah Avram, Licensed Free Trader, was sold to the stockyards. The young brunette hung limply in her stall, positioned as most female slaves were during buying hours. Hanging with her arms pulled to the side, leaving her modest but firm and nicely rounded breasts exposed, her ID number and sale price dangling from a collar around her neck. Shoulders aching with strain as two other bindings hoisted her legs up and apart, leaving her helplessly suspended above the ground - and other features that interested buyers on display as well. She moans softly, the ballgag shoved in her mouth muffling the sound, a thin line of drool making its way down to her chin. Frightened, disoriented brown eyes flicker open as she hears the door to her stall slide open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:27:23</strong>
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				In the doorway were two of the guards. Like most of the muscle on this station they were of a race of large, bullish creatures. The had upturned, snout-ish noses, small eyes and a constant sort of sneering face, that was nonetheless approximately human. Sharp horns protruding from their bald, leathery heads completed the imposing visage, not to mention the fact that every one of them looked like they were *built* to fight, with thick muscles and enough mass to make near enough any race nervous. They were also incredibly dense, and easy to please; they made good muscle. <br><br>One stomped over - they did little *except* stomp - and snatched Hannah's bindings, dragging her unceremoniously upward, and toward the door. "C'mon, bitch, yer up next. Make the punters happy, fetch us a good price, ey ey?" The two snort-laughed with one another, leading the woman out, and along a long, narrow, cold corridor. At the end of the corridor, she was pushed, roughly, into a small cylindrical lift.<br><br>The small floor hummed as it lifted her upward. Above were bright lights - much brighter than the insistent, never-ending glow of the Stables. And then it arrived, and she was left knelt and bound in front of hundreds, if not thousands, of folk. <br><br>The 'stage' was a raised metallic grill floor suspended about three feet above the crowds of punters. A ring of the creature guards surrounded the area, keeping slaves in and chancers out. A series of small camera's floated around, displaying pictures of the stock on large screens high up on the wall - and also broadcast elsewhere. These camera's left nothing hidden; they slid silently through the air, watching close against the girl's pink pussy, her breasts, everything that might sell her. There were other girls, too, but that didn't mean any less attention for the girl.<br><br>In the centre of the stage was a human man, dressed in a suit, with an archaic microphone - he didn't need it, but he was the kind to put on a show. "Alrighty then! Next up, stock 23345 through 23355! A selection of lovely human ladies, all in good condition and, well, just look at 'em! Bids on these lovely lasses start at a million credits!" He proceeded to spill a reel of information about both - physical characteristics, a few personality traits (many of which were fabricated) and the like; anything to fill the ten minutes until the bidding closed and the next group came up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:40:45</strong>
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				Hannah shifted softly as she was dragged to the lift by the two guards, her steps hesitant and aimless. The faint struggles of the weakened woman, disoriented, exhausted, and exposed are almost meaningless to the guards, earning her only a slightly harder shove into the life tube.<br><br>"Oof."<br><br>The girls, all terrified out of their minds, confused, and trapped on the elevated platform back up against one another, which does little to hide them from the floating cameras which simply reposition themselves for a better viewing angle. Beyond the teeming crowd of mechanics, crewmen and the like - most of who were there to gawk at a mass of naked flesh, likely unable to afford a girl like this (at least not until they made it to the second or third hand market) are another group. Seated before individual screens, they are treated with views from four separate frames - one each focused on a girl's breasts, crotch, face and a whole-body shot. The auctioneers voice comes over a speaker on each console, bidding controls coming up on the interface as well.<br><br>"Next item, Stock 23348..."<br><br>Hannah shakes as the girl sold before her is dragged, screaming and pleading, by one of the guards into the crowd, lost there as her purchaser takes possession. The last she sees of the poor girl is her kneeling infront of a well-dressed Captain, pleading frantically as she was bound and gagged again.<br><br>"Former Name Hannah Avram. Age 22. Sexual experience: Moderate. Submissive Personality Profile: High. Stimuli response testing suggests compatibility with both males and females, with marked male preference. Vaginal Tightness and Breast Tissue Elasticity both good for her age. Licensed free trader before capture. Minimal training. Perfect pilot for your pleasure yacht - keep her leashed to the pilot's console when she doesn't have something better to do. Or leash her under it if you'd rather pilot it yourself!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 12:39:37</strong>
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				Most of the crowd peered through the details on the network about her, as well as listened to the salesman's chatter. Enthusiasm was low - humans were the most common and, in a lot of cases, the less desirable. She was a good example, and the bids *were* flowing in, but even so... The price remained low. For most of the seasoned veterans of this place - traders, professional owners and the like - this was just another girl. But for Tam, it was the beginning of a new phase of his life.<br><br>The man had worked with the slaves for long enough - and that came with it's own privileges - but only now had he actually earned the right to buy one. It wasn't uncommon for the higher ups to reward workers with a slave, that being the currency of the station, but that didn't stop the mans heart hammering as he bid against a few other interested parties. <br><br>The bid climbed, slowly but surely, until the fellow centre stage cried out "Thirty seconds, folks, before some lucky guy - or gal - gets this lovely young filly! Keep those bids coming, don't let this one pass you by!" The bids mounted, and Tam saw his upper limit in range. He groaned a little; he'd taken a fancy to this one. A few seconds left on the clock, and he threw in the entire worth of his voucher, plus a little of his savings. The clock counted down. The bids stopped rolling in. And then the big, green message flashed across his screen: "Winner!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 14:27:17</strong>
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				In short order the rest of the lot is sold off, buyers quick to get through the human girls on the way to more exotic - and thus considerably more valuable - merchandise. As quickly as they were brought on, the numb and terrified women are taken off the platform to make way for the next lot. The one he bought - the former pilot - lets out a pained cry as she is herded into the lift.<br><br>His console blinks once more. "Account Billed. Merchandise Pickup Stall 26b. Stock will be re-auctioned after 24 hours of storage."<br><br>The stalls are a familiar place - his superiors have sent him there several times after making purchases they considered 'beneath their dignity' to deal with personally. He'd fine her there, kneeling with her head and arms locked in stocks, waiting for him in a long line of slaves awaiting pickup by their new owners.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 19:49:55</strong>
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				Tam didn't plan on waiting five minutes, never mind twenty four hours! He slipped from the back of the busy auction rooms, pushing past waves of punters to the equally crowded entrances to the stables. There were plenty of folk here already, though not nearly so many as there would be later in the auction; most serious bidders were continuing to buy up stock, and it was only those buying for personal use that were her to collect. The queue was processed quickly, though, a combination of obligatory ID cards and a clever computer system - outdated, but powerful - saw them shepherded quickly enough to clear the space.<br><br>So it was that only a little over half an hour passed between Hannah being abandoned in the room, and her being united with the young, excited looking lad. As she peered up with what little movement her neck could manage, she saw a fellow of average height, and slightly above average build in terms of muscle mass, mostly artifically gained. He leered down at her with big blue eyes, glimmering with an unconstrained lust; this one was all -his-. He waved away the guard who, after looking like he might punch the human for being so dismissive, sighed and pondered off. <br><br>"Ahh.. Just as good as the guide claimed. What should I call you, hm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ring of Slavery (Mercurial and Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:41:46</strong>
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				The girl squirms fitfully on her knees, bound in place and rather conscious of his...enthusiastic gaze on her. She twists her head up as best she can to look a him, her eyes wide and frightened.<br><br>"M...muh...nuhhhm Hnhhh" She tries to speak, the ballgag muffling her speech, but its possible she was trying to say her name.<br><br>The strain on her neck proves too much, and she sinks back down, her gaze dropping to the floor, body trembling softly. She looks defeated, broken and exhausted. A small puddle of drool from the gag and tears begins to collect on the floor.
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