Chapter three: Sale
I awoke suddenly. That's not normal for me. I am one of those people who take some time to wake up fully. I was still posed on my knees with my legs spread and my arms stuck behind my head. I felt incredibly stiff, as if I had been this way for some time (which I had, in fact, been). The owner (I never learned his name) was operating some control device and the other slaves were waking up as well. I guess the collars are able to induce sleep or unconsciousness as well as prevent it.
As I knelt there, I realized just how badly I stank. I had not bathed or washed since Collin enslaved me. The residue of five or six arousals, two orgasms and the owners own fluids was still dried on me, with the predictable results. I was hoping that the smell of used sex was not a selling point here!
The restraints released and we were instructed to stand and begin the morning exercises. Without leaving their spots, the other slaves began to move their limbs in obvious attempts to get the kinks out. I joined in, since I didn't know when the next time I would get to move. Remember, they had been immobilized from the time I got here until now. Some knee bends, jumping jacks, and toe touches quickly took the kinks out, but added the aroma of perspiration to the other rank odors I was producing.
"Susan, go back to the examination room. You'll find a shower there. Clean yourself up quickly. We open in fifteen minutes."
Grateful, I hurried back and found the shower. Mindful of his orders to hurry, I finished in five minutes. After getting clean I returned and found a glass of green liquid at my 'station'. "Drink your nutrient drink." he said. I sipped it and it tasted like tomato juice with a faint chemical aftertaste. I assumed, from the almost instant ending to my hunger pangs, that the chemical was an appetite suppressant. If this was all we got, in a few days, I would be ready to kill for a good plate of biscuits and gravy.
After we ate (drank?), he re-posed us and unlocked his shop. A couple of customers were waiting for him to open. The word must have gotten around, because they both made their way straight to me. The previous day had not helped much. As I was scrutinized like a piece of meat, I blushed fiercely in humiliation. I was poked and prodded just about everywhere. My teeth were inspected. My arms and legs were squeezed. My hair was fondled and every one of my openings was poked into. Thankfully, the Hydromel was not active now.
Both these customers were natives. They never asked any questions and left without making a purchase. It seems they simply wanted to look at the 'new model' that had recently come in. This was repeated through out the day. A few conversed with the owner telepathically. I could tell since there were hand motions involved (unnecessary, but used when possible among them, I discovered later). I recalled from my briefing weeks earlier that their telepathy was species only, but that it must operate on a sub-conscious level since they seemed able to pick up languages in a matter of days when among a native speaker of the language.
A couple of other slaves were sold that day. One was a native who seemed non-pulsed by the whole exchange. The other was a spider-like Wagnerian. I never had any clue as to what use they would be put to. At the end of the day, he put us into the enforced sleep. I never mover from my kneeling position.
The next morning, we went through the wakening and drinking routine again, minus my shower. He only had three customers that day, none of which was interested in me. On the third day, everything changed.
On the third day, the morning started slow. Shortly after midday, three humans entered the establishment. They looked over some of the native slaves, but did not seem truly interested. When they got to me, they asked the owner if he allowed demonstrations. He indicated that sometimes he did and asked them what kind of demonstrations they were interested in.
"We want to see a demonstration of her sexual prowess. We've heard that she is a natural sex slave."
"I can arrange for a demonstration of course. You were not expecting to 'participate' in the demonstration, were you?"
"We wouldn't turn it down, if you're offering, but we kind of expected that you would have an objection or two to 'free use' before we actually buy anything"
"I see you are wise gentlemen and savvy shoppers. If you'll follow me, I'll set you up in the viewing room. Do you have any specific types of prowess you wanted to see?"
I could not hear their response as they moved away. While it would be nice to be able to move for a while, I certainly did not feel like 'performing' sexually for three voyeurs that I certainly hoped were not actually going to buy me. It was clear that they would use me sexually until they got bored and then I would end up, who knows where. The shop owner returned.
"Susan, the gentlemen would like to see you satisfy both a male and a female from different species at the same time. I will set you up with Drelvin and Sancha. You will know what to with Drelvin, since you have pleased me. You have good instincts, so you'll have no problem with Sancha either."
He released all three of us and ushered us into a room with some simple furnishing. "Susan, you are to please both Drelvin and Sancha. If you fail to do so, you will be punished." I could not tell if he was acting for the watchers or was serious. I was not about to take any chances, though. That whole feather of fire experience definitely did not bear repeating!
Both my partners were Blanchetians. I started with the guy, licking his sheath to get his first penis aroused. I suspect it had been some time since he had had sex. His cock lost no time in expanding in the sheaf. While I licked and fondled him, the woman had gotten down and was caressing my hips and breasts from behind. Her touch was surprisingly soft and erotic. It felt like someone was caressing me with a couple of fur-lined mittens. My nipples began to harden and I could feel moisture forming on my pussy.
As my arousal grew, Drelvin's first penis emerged from its sheath. He made it clear, trying to turn me around, that he did not want a blowjob. He wanted to fuck me. I was a little worried about how his two penis action was going to work with me, but I had to please her as well. I let myself turn around and pushed Sancha onto her back. As my hands passed over her nipples, all four of them, she responded enthusiastically. As I pulled myself up to begin to her nipples so I could start licking them, he entered me with a series of hard, fast thrusts. I could feel a heat, almost uncomfortable, building in my cunt. (I later learned that human and Blanchetian secretions are mildly volatile together) The heat seemed to sensitize the inside of my pussy and I could feel every thrust in and out. It was getting hard to concentrate on what I was doing with the woman, as I started to thrust myself back to meet his forward thrusts.
Her moans brought me back to the present. I tentatively took a lick at one of her nipples and she writhed under me again. Her breasts seemed especially sensitive. I moved back and forth between them while my hands played with the ones I wasn't licking, rubbing and pinching them. Her breathing became faster and faster, just as mine was as I responded to the increased heat and sensitivity in my pussy.
