The following is an experiment. I haven't been writing a lot and my therapist has encouraged that I get back at it. There is not going to be any rhyme or reason to this. No editing, no second draft: going commando here! Expect there to be lots of BE, FMG, GTS, Futa and other sexual growth going on, but there might be whole chapters where I complain about how badly they are adapting a favorite book series.
Your guess is as good as mine as to what happens next, though I imagine this chapter will include some sexy. Let's find out what happened to me after getting that collar around my neck last chapter.
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"You know what, Dr. Galore? Your therapy machine sucks!"
At least, that is what Ai wanted to scream. She wanted to do something, but after her captor threw her in the back of a cart with other junk and dead fantasy creatures, she was soon covered by rotting carcasses and it was all she could do - trapped inside her mind and unable to move anything more than her eyelids - not to completely shut down. Ai was supposed to be in therapy, this was supposed to help with her severe mental issues. She did not want nor did she need to be buried under what appeared to be half of a bloody and mangled walrus with tits.
"Whatcha gonna do wit da money we git?" asked a voice Ai learned through the elimination process belonged to Melody. Because of Ai's movement impairment, there was no face Ai could yet see to go with the raspy growl that pitched and inflected towards a young girl. Regardless, Ai already thought Melody as one of those sluts from High School only knowing how to belittle others but wasn't pretty enough to be on the cheer squad.
"Pro'ly buy a bunch o' eggs, like a hun'red o' 'em." Now Ai listened for it, she could hear the hiss in the creature named Dantk. The hitches in his voice likely from the long and thick forked tongue she noticed before. Ai could care less, because the moment she got loose, she would beat him to death and make a nice pair of boots.
The back and forth between Ai's captors went on for hours. Despite being naked, collared with some kind of slavery device, not knowing if she were about to be sold into prostitution or as some creature's
hors d'oeuvres
and buried under rotting and sweltering meat dripping onto her from a desert sun, Ai was convinced listening to these two imbeciles must be penance for her past life. Here she was, either trapped in another world under some kind of
isekai transported-to-another-world
scenario, or still in the machine like Douglas Quaid and any moment triple tits or mutant prophesy babies are going to pop out of nowhere. The chatter between these two mouth breathers was enough to distract away from all that and drive her to indiscriminate murder.
Is murder indiscriminate if they deserve it? I mean, does it become indiscriminate justice? But because they deserve it, does that make it discriminate? What's the etymology of discriminate?
Before her internal rant could go any further, Ai heard something different. And different - whether good or bad, at this point - was different.
By the great Googly Moogly, where ever or whatever I am, my meds have worn off.
If Ai were capable of screaming in frustration, she would.
It took another hour to make any sense of it. As the cart pulled along towards the sounds, Ai deduced they were heading towards a place with lots of people. A bazaar of some sort, because it didn't sound like a park, it sounded like the Stock Exchange mixed with a zoo: people screaming, animals screaming, people sounding like animals screaming. The longer it took, the more Ai realized it wasn't they were close, rather it must have been so large and loud that even miles away it could be heard. When the cart finally stopped and Dantk made some talk with a guard or police officer, the din becoming cacophonous and Ai strained to hear.
"Anythin' ta declare?" someone spoke like a washing machine, and for a moment Ai thought this might be it, this is when she would be discovered and saved.
"Found some girl ta sell at da market," Dantk replied, dashing hope before it could gain steam.
The bloated walrus meat lifted off Ai for a moment, the light again blinding her. She wasn't looking the right way to see this new creature, but with a hand the size of a snow shovel looking to be made entirely out of obsidian. A moment of blinding light, then the walrus painfully fell back on top of Ai with a splorp.
"Two copper."
Ai reasoned Dantk paid the money, because they were moving again soon after and...
...honestly, Ai wondered why she wasn't crying. This was a new world, she was a slave, and she was more angry and annoyed than catatonic? Was this part of the machine? It was supposed to get rid of her anxieties. She wasn't even worried that she wasn't worried, but she did make a mental note to wonder why sometime in the future...if she had a future...
"Dantk, I told you, if you
ever
slithered into my market again..."
Lost in her thoughts, Ai snapped back when a cultured voice spoke up. Also, the noise still roared, but it seemed more muted here than earlier. With no other context, the captive woman paid attention and tried to wonder if the enemy of her enemy was also her enemy.
"I gotta live 'un, 'onest!" Dantk replied, the cart coming to a sudden stop and shifting Ai enough to bump her head. "Top q'ality meat!"
No more talking happened near the cart, but a minute later the walrus glowed with a fiery red aura before lifting off her entirely and Ai stared face to crotch with a bearded man who must have only been a foot tall. Also, adding to all the confusion going on around her, his left arm a Cyberdyne style robonetic. And really, when faced with a one foot tall bearded cyborg, Ai could be forgive she didn't notice anything else about him.
"Hmm, can not say I am a fan of purple, but I am sure I can find a buyer." The gnome reached down and pulled open Ai's mouth, inspecting her like cattle. "Has a bit of demonic. Not enough to charge succubus prices, though I am not confident what she is, really. Give me the bracelet and we will talk price."
The bearded tiny man reached outside of Ai's vision, returning with a silvery chain looped around his real wrist. Nothing said, but suddenly Ai found herself being moved. Which is a strange sensation, as she wasn't pushed, but rather felt as if her body were marionetted with someone else's thoughts. Ai's body moved off the cart, looking around and gave Ai a prisoner's view of her new world while the tiny man continued to inspect her.
With all the cages, it should feel like Ai stood in the middle of the largest open air prison, especially with all the creatures appearing with some level of sapience. It should have looked like a prison, yet Ai visualized a pet store she used to visit. No, instead, with little notes written next to the cages, Ai pictured herself in a grocery at the deli isle. Part of her wanted to run, part of her wanted to fight, but the level of helplessness brought on a clinical calmness to her, a detachment whispering in the back of her mind
wait for the right moment.
It was all she possessed.
"Turn around."
Without acting, Ai immediately spun slowly and took in everything else. This slave market the size of a Costco situated in the middle of a city as large as Hong Kong and as tightly packed. Palaces made of shifting rainbows, shining buildings of glass, floating islands lazily drifting over the air with waterfalls flowing upwards, and millions upon millions of people and creatures too numerous and varied and fantastic to process in the seconds she experienced it under the punishing hot and red sky before she looked again at the tiny man who was apparently her new jailer.
"Scrawny, no tits, looks like an underfed child. Even her horns are too small." The small man frowned, but something in his eyes did not touch his voice Ai picked up on, like a man gleefully realizing the painting some schlub tried to pawn for $50 actually being an original Picasso. "I'll give you four tungs."
Wait, horns?
Whatever a tung's worth - they looked like small blocky rectangles of black metal - the coinage enough to make Dantk and Melody whoop and cheer as they sped their cart away. Ai never discovered what Melody looked like, always outside of Ai's periphery, but the tiny man covered in the crimson glow of what could only be magic, floating only an inch in front of her nose, leered down at her and kept her attention from anything else.
"Girl, I do not know where you are from nor do I care." Ai hardly heard him, his tone so low and the noise of the market so loud, but the intensity remained very clear. "Nearly creamed my pantaloons when I smelled you and realized I was looking at an actual Lacuna. That fool Dantk would kill himself if he knew what he sold me for only a few tung. I am going to make enough money selling you I will retire on an island I purchase tomorrow and still have enough left over to fill that island with whores. And tempting as it is to keep you for myself, I love money more than sex. Got anything to say before you spend the rest of your life as some prince's personal cum dumpster and brood mare?"
Ai didn't know how it worked, but with a gasp she realized she could speak if she wanted, even move parts of her face. After a few panicked moments, hyperventilating and twitching her head around, she beat down every little part of anxiety injecting doses of fear and silence her entire life.
"I own dildos bigger than you. One day soon you are going to find out what it feels like to suffocate to death inside a vagina."
Booyah!
Ai thought, imagining herself dropping the mic as the little man's face turned into a sneer and she lost the ability to do anything again. Inside what she felt were probably the last free words she would ever speak, she poured all the frustration she felt since waking up in this world and distilling disdain into an epic smackdown.
The adrenaline wore off as Ai got a firsthand look at the suffering on display around her, the little man moving her forward into the market of cages with his magic bracelet. Creatures big and small, mighty and sad, all wore silvery chain collars and all sat dejectedly in their own filth and straw. Each cage was not designed for comfort, only to keep the occupants inside. Hundreds of them, and it was the first time Ai retained to actually take in that she was in some kind of fantasy or alien world. A furry's wet dream, they came in the most bizarre and alien menagerie of peoples, the variety alone enough to cause Ai to giggle if they all didn't share the same defeated look on their faces. A world filled with dragons, elves, minotaurs, centaurs, cyborg arachne and so much more. All of them looking at Ai with the same dead eyes.
