by Randi Darren
“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.
“OK! 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, 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 able to 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 am 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 the easiest 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 meta physical.
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 in before she found her owner.
As quickly as it had come on everyone, the succubus’ 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 stock holders, 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 slave 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 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 predators grace and a hunters 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 blow job 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 blind fold. Crystal blue eyes stared up at him through the eye holes 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 gentleman, 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 didn’t have anything better to do then rob them.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why leave it with you?” Vince inquired, shifting in his seat.
“Never gotten a voucher before, huh? Must be new. Good for you.
“As to why, it’s because it’s unsigned. Since they’re meant to be used anywhere, they’re magically sealed, and little else. Which means whoever has it, owns it.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” The darkly dressed masked man walked away swiftly, leaving Vince still in his chair.
“She really took a toll on you. Sure she wasn’t a succubus, too?” came a male voice from behind him. “Come on, let’s get your voucher. Your slave is already there. We put her collar back on. Any previous commands you gave her will still be there.”
Looking over his shoulder Vince found a small group of red uniformed guards.
Standing up Vince realized he was hanging free. Tucking himself back in he zipped up his fly and re-buckled his belt.
As he did so, Vince cast his mind about, trying to find Seville again.
Strangely enough, it felt like the man was behind him. Watching him even.
The elf was a bonfire of rage and hate. Directed at everyone around her. With the briefest of touches he looked into her mind and found she was no slave at all.
She was here with Seville voluntarily and wanted to be here.
Her mind started to shift as if she noticed his intrusion. Elves were sensitive to him probing a bit more deeply it would seem.
Now why would they be here of all places if she wasn’t a slave?
Chuckling, the guards started off as soon as it looked like Vince had himself squared away.
Wordlessly they walked him out of the great ball room and into a side hallway. From there he was escorted through a few winding corridors and finally into the basement.
Two guards with automatic pre-Waste weapons waited for them at the bottom of the stairs, in front of a locked and barred iron door.
Apparently they meant business as those weapons were very rare, and very expensive.
The guards with him turned and immediately frisked him. One took the gift he’d forgotten he was carrying while the others began checking him inside and out for anything that could be used as a weapon.
“Sorry, security this evening is on high alert. It isn’t every day there’s enough vouchers in one spot to bankrupt a country. Not to mention we’ve had reports that that damn terrorist group was planning to hit us tonight,” said a guard quietly to him as he rifled Vince’s pockets.
“Not a problem,” Vince replied, his mind speeding ahead. “Terrorist group?”
“That free the Wastes thing. Enslaving monsters is wrong and should be illegal, blah blah. Same song and dance. Next they’ll be telling us we can’t keep dogs or cats.”
“I heard,” said another guard as he lifted Vince’s pant leg to check his socks and shoes. “That even the king is involved. Apparently he’s a sympathizer. Him and that ambassador of his.”
