“All right,” he said to me in a businesslike tone. “Who sent you?”
I was relieved to see that he didn’t look twice at the black mask I wore. But then, nobody did. Most of the other participants also had on some kind of disguise—clearly nobody wanted anyone to know who they were. For which I didn’t blame them since, from the talk I had heard around me, this sale would feature exotic pets that had been banned for sale here on Korrigon Four.
Well, banned on the Northern Continent, anyway. I had been working for some time to limit the network of Mind-Controlled slaves. My goal was to have free-thinking laborers who worked for a fair wage and, by-and-large, my people had responded positively. Pets I had put into a different category, but after my relationship with little one, I was rethinking that.
Considering our current regulations in the Northern continent, however, I was rather shocked to find this black-market sale going on basically under my very nose. This was the kind of thing that happened on the Southern Continent, under Gra’multh’s rule. He advocated for Mind-Controlling every other sentient species in our galaxy—doubtless to line his own pockets. It was yet another reason why our two continents were teetering on the brink of civil war—I felt that lower species deserved respect and to live their own lives while Gra’multh and his ilk did not.
At any rate, I would have time to think later—now it was time to act.
I gave the same name the male in front of me had and—to my relief—the guard let me sign the agreement and let me through. I stepped into the abandoned warehouse…and was surprised at what I saw.
Instead of a dusty, disused space crowded with old junk, the interior had been re-designed as an elegant, high-end shopping experience. There were whiteFlu’rinsilk wrappings on the walls andT’stianfire globes floating along the high ceiling, shedding flickering, golden-red light on the scene below.
Torvian servers bearing glasses of rareSaturianwine were circulating through the crowd, though I well knew that a glass of the stuff was worth what a regular citizen would earn in a year—it cannot be synthesized because its flavors are too delicate. Clearly whoever was hosting this private auction was expecting a huge payback on his investment.
I scanned the opulent scene, which was well worth looking at. All around the room were black rectangular pedestals—each of them draped in a fluffy whiteBernthafur rug. And posed on the white rugs were Sex Pets of every variety and species imaginable. I saw aVonicorntossing her head proudly, the spiral horn in the center of her forehead gleaming in the light of the floating fire globes. And right beside her was aTorvianwith pink skin and four arms.Torvianswere fairly common so there must be something unusual about this one, I thought. And right beside her…
I sucked in a breath and looked more closely.
Right beside theTorvianwas little one.
My impulse was to go to her at once, pick her up off the pedestal she was posed on and take her to safety. But I realized almost immediately that I couldn’t do that. This was an auction and I couldn’t take her until I had bid on her and paid for her.
Of course I considered simply taking off my mask and declaring that I was the Overlord and that everyone involved in this clandestine sale was in violation of the law of the Northern Continent. But I hadn’t brought any enforcers with me, which meant I would be putting both little one and myself in danger.
Besides, my curiosity was piqued—I was betting that I could learn more about The Society undercover, as I was, than I could if I declared myself. If I could get more names from the list the guards seemed to have, I could go after them with legal means, which would be more effective than brute force.
Now of course, if little one had been in danger or if any of the prospective buyers walking around had been touching or “trying” her, as I saw other pets being tried, all these considerations would have gone straight out the window and I would have grabbed her at once. However, I saw to my vast relief, she was wearing a white tail which marked her as a non-touchable pet.
Also, her pedestal was raised above the others so that it was impossible for a male to come by and casually put his cock in her pussy to “try” her out. Clearly she was being presented as a rare and valuable pet and would go for a hefty price at the auction.
It was a good thing I had extremely deep pockets.
I also didn’t want to alert little one to my presence too soon. She was an excitable little thing and I was afraid she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from reacting if she knew I was there to rescue her.
I would, however, go and make certain she was all right, I told myself. Indeed, I could hardly keep myself from it. Seeing her again after the two longwernswe had endured apart made my heart leap in my chest.
I couldn’t wait until I could hold her and cuddle her close to my chest though I told myself sternly that I must still take her back home to Earth once I had rescued her.
SIXTY-TWO
ELLI
Iwas frozen in place in the pose the little green man named Mister Takalook had chosen for me when the Korrigon in the black leather mask came over to inspect me. Yes, I said frozen, because I couldn’t move a muscle.
Earlier, Mister Takalook had brought all of us pets into a huge, sumptuously decorated area which seemed to have white silk wallpaper and weird globes filled with flames floating through the air. There were black pedestals draped in furry white rugs scattered around the room that he referred to as “posing platforms.”
“Now, girls,” he said. “This is how it’s going to work: you’ll each be assigned a platform and then I’ll come around and pose you. I’ll be using a freeze ray to keep you in your pose but please don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt a bit.”
One of the girls—the one with blue skin who looked like a unicorn—had spoken up.
“If we’re going to be frozen in place for hours, won’t our muscles cramp up?” she demanded.
“Not at all—the freeze ray will form an invisible but very comfortable and supportive barrier for you to relax against,” Mister Takalook promised. “Naturally I won’t be ‘freezing’ any of the areas that prospective buyers might want to touch or ‘try’ if you’re wearing either a black or a red tail,” he added. Since this applied to everyone but me, all the girls murmured among themselves.
From what I understood, a red tail allowed the prospective buyers to “handle” the merchandize only while a black tail entitled them to “try” the girl wearing it by sliding their cock into her pussy—though only once as there was to be no fucking or coming in a prospective pet until she was purchased at the auction.
Mister Takalook had gone around the room, calling each girl in turn and arranging her in a provocative or erotic pose. Once he had each pet exactly where he wanted her, he would pull a little pen out of the pocket of his natty gold suit. (Did I mention he had a shiny gold suit? Because he did.) Anyway, he would press a button at the end of the pen and point it at certain areas of the girl’s body though I noticed he never “froze” a girl’s pussy, breasts, or ass. These were areas a potential buyer might want to touch, I guessed. But the rest of her was encased in an invisible shell that would keep her in her pose until she was bought and paid for at the auction.