Wild Wastes Omnibus

by Randi Darren

  They can remove collars? I thought they were permanent.

  The crowd as a whole didn’t react to that. Apparently these weren’t new punishments for rule breakers.

  “Everyone who isn’t participating should please now wear their red button. You’re welcome to remain as part of the audience, of course.

  “Judges, please select the contestants for our first event.”

  Vince glanced around and noticed a good third of the audience had suddenly attached a red safety pin button to their clothes.

  “I guess we’re possible participants, then.”

  “This—I’m confident we could succeed. It would be good to have one of those vouchers. We could purchase a number of people and add them to our colony. If possible, we should participate in every event.”

  Vince checked himself mentally.

  Meliae had been bought for sixty standards, if memory served. At that rate, with the prize money, he could buy something like a hundred and fifty of her.

  Using his own money, both in the bank and buried, he could purchase three hundred Meliaes.

  That didn’t even include selling his trophy room.

  Vince suddenly felt like the worst of the worst. He’d never even considered using his wealth to simply purchase the freedom of others.

  “You’re right. Let’s hope it’s something we can compete in without giving the game away. Even the participation money would go pretty far.”

  A woman in a bright red tuxedo sauntered past and then did a double take to look at Petra.

  “You and your owner are in the first event. Head up to the front,” drawled the masked judge.

  “That was easy,” Vince said to Petra as they made their way to the front.

  Soon enough, thirty men and women and their slaves were brought up onto a stage. On that stage was one set of chairs. Vince hadn’t noticed the stage earlier, much to his consternation.

  What else had he missed?

  “Slaves, please exit the stage to the rear to be checked by our handlers. Owners have a seat. While they’re going through that mandatory check, I’ll explain the event.”

  Vince took a seat and looked around him.

  Apparently they’d selected fifteen men and fifteen women. All the women were in the chairs to the right, the men to the left.

  He couldn’t tell, but they all had the look of younger people as well.

  “Our first event is straightforward. How well does your slave know you—without seeing you?

  “That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the exhibition round. We’re starting it early this time since it took so long last year. Hopefully you’ve all brought better contestants this year.

  “You know what that means. Men, unzip your flies and pull it out, ladies, hike up those dresses, and drop your panties.”

  Howls of laughter and cheers of encouragement came from the audience. Everyone on the stage started laughing as well as they did as instructed.

  After a single heartbeat of hesitation, Vince undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled himself free of his underwear.

  His unhardened length lay against his thigh. Feeling his heart start to race, Vince felt like he wanted to run off the stage screaming.

  Money to buy people. Money to buy people. Doing this for money to buy people who would be forced to do worse than this.

  “As a reminder, no talking. This includes laughing, moaning, coughing, and all noise that you could think of. Your slaves are being instructed that they can use any means they want to distinguish who their owner is, providing that they’re only allowed to touch your privates!”

  Vince let out a slow breath as he tried to focus on anything other than the fact that a crowd full of people were going to watch at least fifteen women possibly fondle his junk.

  A thousand standards could easily get thirty people if I kept the price low. Thirty people.

  Ten thousand would be even more.

  “Okay! I’ve gotten word from our handlers all slaves have been checked out and they’ve all gotten the go-ahead. First up, contestant six!”

  Being led up to the stage was a huge, hulking lion-man. He looked as if he’d been carved from stone rather than made of flesh and bone.

  “Now remember, everyone, no noise at all. Our stage judge, the lovely lady in red here, will be keeping our time and rules enforcement.”

  The judge held up a hand and the room went silent. The lion-man’s head swung back and forth as if he were trying to clear his head.

  “Ready, set, go!” yelled the judge, dropping her hand, and with her other hand she clicked a stopwatch.

  The lion-man was led to the first woman. Vince realized that the chairs the women had were different and could be reclined so that they could thrust their hips out easier.

  For precisely what he imagined was happening now with the lion-man. The maned Wastelander had dropped down to all fours and shoved his head up between the woman’s knees.

  Vince couldn’t see it very well from his spot, but he could hear it. A deep snuffling and sniffling could be heard. Apparently he was relying on his sense of smell to determine if this person was his owner.

  In a room with this many people, though, and so many various scents, he wasn’t sure how successful he’d be.

  While a Beastman would have superior senses over a human, they weren’t quite as good as an animal’s.

  A few seconds passed as the woman shook her head a bit back and forth to whatever else the lion-man was doing.

  Apparently this wasn’t his owner, as he pulled back and moved over to the next chair to repeat the process.

  Vince watched without really paying attention, and let his gift fill his senses.

  The lion-man was easy enough to pick out. He was eager to find his master. As fast as possible.

  The contestants were a mixture of fear, excitement, and lust.

  The crowd seemed full of mirth and desire.

  And then there was Seville. With that closed mind of his, he was the easiest to pick out in this mob.

  His elven companion was just as easy to pick out, as she was right next to him.

  “There we have it, folks! Number six, you can’t take her yet. We need her for the rest of the competition. Judge, what was our time?” called the announcer.

  Looking back to the right, Vince found the lion-man had found his owner. Then apparently had nearly lifted her out of her chair upon doing so.

  “Three minutes, thirty-two seconds.”

  “Folks, I think that’s a record. This is usually one of our longer events, for you new attendees. Good job, contestant six.”

  The lion-man was led back off the stage, but anyone could tell he clearly felt proud of himself.

  They’re all here voluntarily. I wonder how that was managed.

  “Next, contestant twenty-six.”

  A blindfolded beauty of a woman walked up on the stage, her heels clacking on the wood. She was brought to the men’s side of the stage and she stood a few feet from the furthest man down.

  Vince was much further down and only two seats from where the women’s side started.

  He started to feel an odd tickling at the base of his brain and his abdomen. In that moment, he knew exactly what type of Waster she was. As quickly as he could, he tightened up his control over his own mind with his gift.

  Succubus.

  Vince had only dealt with one once, and that had been from afar. They were straight out of horror stories and matched them perfectly.

  Sex demons that only wanted to drain your life force away through sex. Not as terrifying as a Revenant or a Wraith, but certainly up there.

  Not to mention that they had an unexplained yet well-documented effect.

  They made men very horny. To the point of insanity, if they wanted. He could fight it fairly well with his gift, but he wasn’t immune.

  Vince felt the mad stirrings of primal lust pushing at his loins. His shaft hardened and stretched with need, demanding that he jump the
Succubus and have his way with her.

  “Ready, set, go!” yelled the judge when it was clear the announcer wouldn’t be responding, enthralled like every other man in the audience.

  The Succubus dropped down to her knees in front of the first man and inhaled his cock in one motion. Working her head back and forth furiously, she hummed and moaned in pleasure.

  The man, on the other hand, was locked in place by her charms, both physical and metaphysical.

  The Succubus slammed her face into him after what seemed like only seconds.

  Cooing happily, the Succubus held him in place as he came into her mouth. Halfway through finishing she pulled her head back and pushed him back into his pants.

  “Not him,” said the Succubus, wiping her lips with a finger. Gliding over to the next man and latching onto his shaft with her mouth. Immediately she started to pump her head up and down.

  Vince watched as she literally worked her way down towards him. Each man never took much longer than the first, and it seemed it would be more of a matter of luck if her owner was closer to the front or the back.

  “Here he is!” she called, hopping up to her feet, her heels clacking loudly. Vince had actually started to space out while watching her.

  She’d managed to make her way through ten men before she’d found her owner.

  As quickly as it had come on everyone, the Succubus’s aura fell away.

  “Uh… what? Ah, yeah. Yeah. Time, judge?” asked the announcer, somewhat at a loss.

  “Three minutes, thirteen seconds,” said the judge.

  “There, there you have it, folks. Our curr-current leader. Good, good job, twenty-six.”

  Pressing a hand to his head, the announcer took a deep breath.

  “Sorry, folks, I should have warned everyone about that one. I forget how powerful they are until they step up. Though this one was particularly strong, and well trained. Extremely well trained to get that level of control.

  “My compliments to the trainer.”

  The owner waved a lazy hand at the narrator, the Succubus having returned to his crotch and needily slurping at him.

  “Alright, let’s uh, let’s get her off the stage and get the next contestant.”

  Vince stopped paying attention as another Beastman stepped up onto the stage. Apparently this event was well known, and many had prepared particularly for this one.

  Instead of watching, Vince stared at what was going on but didn’t see it. He let his mind float through everyone around him and tried to learn what he could.

  If he did it passively, and only encountered whatever a person was thinking, they’d never even know.

  Most everyone he encountered were investors, or stockholders, in the “Auction House,” as it was called in their minds. A few happened to be board members, but they were few and far between.

  The event continued onward. Nothing as exciting as the Succubus happened again, but by wide margins, the dominant class of slaves selected for this event were all Beastmen and Beastwomen.

  As he started to sift through another investor’s thoughts and memories, he found himself staring at Petra.

  Like every other contestant, she had a blindfold over the eye-holes of her mask. Blonde hair peeked out from the back of her mask. It was longer than he’d remembered. She’d been letting it grow out.

  Vince really looked at her now. She’d been there with him all day, of course, but he really hadn’t looked at her closely.

  The dress she’d pulled on was a warm gray, with very thin straps, and emphasized her chest without putting it on display. She definitely had more to her figure than Fes did.

  Her waist and hips weren’t as much of an hourglass as Meliae was, but she definitely had a womanly curve to her.

  Where Petra lacked a bit on her figure, she made up with it through how she carried herself and her demeanor. A predator’s grace and a hunter’s nature.

  “—go!” said the stage judge.

  Vince jumped at the suddenness of the shout. He’d been so busy eying Petra, he hadn’t noticed her introduction.

  Petra didn’t bother turning to the man in front of her. Instead, her head swiveled around to face straight towards Vince.

  Flowing down the line, she moved like a wolf tracking a target. Her head stayed focused on him with her even, steady strides carrying her on.

  The judge and announcer both looked shocked as Petra closed in on him.

  Turning her body towards him, she leaned forward over his lap, inadvertently giving him a deep view of her cleavage.

  She took in a loud deep inhalation of him from an inch away. Not touching him, merely smelling him.

  Dropping down to a kneeling position, she got in close to his member. Her nose bumped into the tip, causing her to jerk her head back.

  Then she leaned in again and pressed her face to his hilt. Taking a slow deep breath through her nose, she pulled her head back, scenting all along his length.

  In response, Vince couldn’t help it when his entire shaft grew as hard as a rock and jerked against her face.

  Petra set her hands to his hips and then leaned in again. Her lips nipped at the base and top of his balls.

  Feeling those soft pink lips on him, his member jerked again, the tip pressing against her cheek for a second.

  Vince watched in fascination, wondering what in the hell she was doing since it was clear she knew it was him.

  Petra breathed out against him, her warm breath cascading down over his body. Opening her mouth, she pressed her lips to the side of him, moving upwards as her tongue trailed along from the inside.

  Reaching the tip, she pulled back from him and let her tongue slide free. Using her tongue, she lightly lapped at the thick liquid drizzling out of him.

  A particularly large glob oozed out. Finding it with her tongue, she deftly took it from his head and drew it into her mouth.

  Turning her head to the side, she looked like she was trying to memorize the taste. Like she was savoring it.

  Then she turned back to him and wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue pressing at the tip and then encircling it.

  Slowly, deliberately, she moved her head forward. Vince watched as inch after inch passed through her lips. All the while her tongue moved slowly, slathering the underside of him as she did so.

  Reaching the extent that she could go, her nose pressed to his lower stomach, his length down her throat, she began to pull herself back.

  Her cheeks became hollow as she sucked hard on him, her lips tightening up as she pulled on him.

  Vince shivered a little. This wasn’t the hungry affair that Meliae’s affection was. That incessant need to be dominated by him and used. Or the deliberate and aggressive battle that Fes made them, to fight and dominate him, only to blow him.

  This was a blowjob meant for him and only his pleasure. That his pleasure would bring her pleasure.

  She was aiming for his psyche as much as his physical need.

  Her hands remained pressed to hips. Her breathing rate slowly picked up to match the speed of her mouth.

  Every downward push was a little faster than the last, and every time she pulled back, she moved a touch quicker.

  A minute in and she was moving at a smooth and steady pace, her tongue rolling and pressing to anything it could reach inside her mouth. Her lips reaching for his entire length every time, right up to the point that there was nothing left to take.

  That unceasing rhythm was perfect, and Vince was so close to finishing in her mouth.

  As if sensing the change in him, Petra began to pause once she’d gotten him down her throat and would purposefully swallow his length, her throat tightening up around the head as her muscles contracted.

  Almost as if she were begging him to orgasm at that moment. To simply unload down her throat.

  Unable to do anything else, and barely keeping quiet, Vince felt his body flex as he started to climax.

  Petra slid him down her throat and held him there
as his girth swelled, then spasmed.

  After each spurt of his seed, Petra made a loud—deliberately so—gulping noise. As he finished with a final shot, her throat contracting with the motion of her devouring him, she lifted a hand above her head and indicated to Vince.

  “Time! Two minutes, ten seconds.”

  Petra reached up with her other hand and unfastened her blindfold. Crystal blue eyes stared up at him through the eyeholes of her mask as she swallowed again.

  She eased her head back, sucking roughly on him, causing him to shudder all over. Pushing him back down into the depths of her mouth, she swallowed once more. Her eyes watched him the entire time, boring into his own eyes. With a small smile curling the edges of her lips, she eased him out of her mouth and then stood up.

  “Ah, that’s… fantastic. I… well done. Could we get our next contestant up here?” the announced called.

  Petra was swiftly led offstage like all the other slaves, leaving Vince alone in his chair to ride his climax.

  Chapter 16

  Vince missed the next two contestants as he sat in his chair. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; he was simply still enjoying the physical and mental benefits of what Petra had given him.

  What man doesn’t enjoy that sort of attention? A liar, that’s who.

  “And that’s it, folks! We don’t really even have to check the scores to know who won. Contestant thirteen, with two minutes and ten seconds. Congratulations to her owner.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll take a short break before we begin our next event,” called the announcer.

  Stepping over to Vince, the same man smiled and shook his head. “Impressive. You’ll have to tell me how you did that later. Now, in a minute, some of our employees will escort you to collect your voucher. Personally, we recommend you leave it in our care until you leave, but most people still insist on taking it with them. As if we don’t have anything better to do than rob them.”