“The next bit is where the uppity ones get angry,” said Kate, ysteriously, “We have to get
you trained for this afternoon, and trained to perfection you will be.” Opening the desk
drawer she took the neural whip out and laid it on the desk.
“What do I have to do?” asked Helen.
“I want you to imagine you are a fashion model and walk along that line on the floor
showing off your overalls as though it was a high-class dress,” came the astonishing
reply.
Helen just stared at Kate in amazement, but when Kate picked up the neural whip Helen
quickly said “Okay, okay, if that’s what you want,” and started to walk along the line
swinging from side to side and pirouetting occasionally just like a fashion model.
Kate’s next request was even odder, “I want you to do it again without the overalls.”
“Why?” asked Helen.
“Because that’s what you will have to do this afternoon, and in front of twenty or so
people. You see, if a mine or support business wants staff they come and look at all the
prisoners and then we sort out who gets what. It wouldn’t do to send you to work in the
concrete factory; you couldn’t lift the weight. Understand?”
“But why naked?” asked Helen.
Kate sighed and picked up the whip. “Because that’s the way we do it,” she said.
Helen hastily took off her overalls and was relieved to see Kate put the whip down again.
Blushing at the thought of an audience watching this little performance that afternoon,
she went through the same routine again.
“Next, we want to see you stand still with your feet apart and your hands on your head,
facing the audience,” added Kate, “Then you turn round slowly and stop with your back to
the audience.”
Helen did as she was told, but wondered what this was about.
“Feet wider apart. Next you bend down and touch your toes,” said Kate.
“But that would show all my … my …” stammered Helen.
“Yes, that’s what we want,” said Kate, “Just do it!”
Helen did as she was told, but still was puzzled as to what was going on.
“Now, start again, and do the whole routine, now!” snapped Kate.
Helen hastened to comply, and at the third attempt she was able to do it to Kate’s
satisfaction.
“Put your overalls on and sit down,” said Kate, “Look, honey, we get about one woman for
every six men here, and not a tenth of those women are as pretty as you. You need to
convince the people here this afternoon that you are worth buying and paying a …”
“Buying?” interrupted Helen, “Nobody can buy me!”
“Well, technically you are right, but they are buying your services from the prison, and
I don’t see a whole lot of difference,” said Kate, “but as I was saying, if they pay a lot
of money for you, they will take better care of you and treat you better. Well, most of
them will. So you want to look as attractive as possible. It is in your interest, kid.”
“What happens if somebody isn’t bought?” asked Helen and was truly horrified when Kate
replied brusquely, “They starve. There isn’t any food or shelter in the prison here;
just this building and it’s locked when there’s no ship in. Anyone unsold has to fend for
themselves. They can’t live away from the mines because there isn’t anything. Nothing
was growing here when the planet was first discovered; no plants, no trees, no birds, no
animals, no insects, no people, nothing. Now we have a few areas being farmed, but the
soil isn’t good enough yet, so the crops are poor,” Kate smiled, and added, not unkindly,
“Now stop wasting my time and scoot.”
Helen was then waved through the far door into a larger room with about twenty battered
chairs and, at one end of the room, a small rostrum on one end of a raised stage about
four feet off the ground. Helen realised that the “display” would be on here, which would
expose her private parts even more in the toe-touching bit, because the audience would be
sitting below the stage.
All the prisoners who had been processed were sitting around talking, except for a few
who were curled up against the walls weeping. These, Helen surmised, were the ones who
had been on the receiving end of the neural whip. All of the prisoners without exception
were wearing overalls, so Helen assumed that their clothing had been taken from them to be
returned when they left at the end of their sentences.
‘Well, in that case, I will go back with only a torn smock,’ she thought.
Thinking hard, Helen decided that it would be best to take Kate’s advice and to show
herself off as much as she dared. She had been fond of dancing on Earth and she could do
a very good high kick. One of those when she was naked would show most of them what they
wanted, she thought, if she could bring herself to do it. And at the back of her mind was
the threat of the neural whip if she failed to please Kate. Helen felt that Kate was a
friendly individual who had taken a personal interest in her. It would be a smart move to
be friends with one of the prison guards, and a woman at that.
As they waited and more prisoners came in, Helen was wondering what sort of work she
would have to do, and how much her duties would include sex; from the display at the
auction she assumed that there would be some sex involved and that she wouldn’t have much
choice in the matter. Presumably, with only one woman for every six men, there would be a
fair few men who never got any sex at all. It certainly looked as though she would have
to be careful about where she went after dark, because she might well be attacked by a man
desperate for sex.
***
Finally, Kate came into the room and said, “Right, all of you to the back of the room,
behind that screen. Now!”
Helen was amazed to see that the whipped ones, who she had thought would never get up,
ran to obey.
‘Really, that neural whip must be hell on Earth … hell on Csadia,’ she corrected
herself.
When she went behind the screen she discovered that it was made of one-way glass and she
could see everything in the hall. People in overalls like hers began to come in and sit
down, and a few dressed in nicer clothes sat at the front, though the clothes did not
always fit too well. Helen remembered the fat prisoner and his suit, and then realised
that the prisoners’ clothes were not to be stored careful against the day of their
release. They were obviously sold to the richer members of the mining community. But if
they were rich, why did they have to wear prisoners’ clothes? She added this to the list
of questions she had, like were there no children on the planet? Hadn’t any of them had
embryos brought out when they came here?
The chairs had been moved up close to the stage so that the audience had a good view of
the prisoner on display. Helen blushed to realise that she would have no secrets left
when she had done her parading.
The men were auctioned first, starting with the oldest and weediest men who were quickly
sold for only a few credits. They went through exactly the same routine that Helen had
been taught, and then Kate acted as auctioneer taking bids briskly and selling one after
another. Kate conducted the auction from the rostrum to the right hand side of the stage,
with a chair beside her.
As each prisoner was ‘sold’ two large solid-looking men just below the rostrum would take
the payment from the audience member and hustle the prisoner out to wherever they went
next. One thing Helen noticed was that they were using old-fashioned metal coins, rather
than electronic cards, to pay for their purchases. Suddenly it dawned on her that this
went with everything being so shabby; this was a very backward planet.
Looking at the prisoners as they were displayed for sale, Helen realised that the men’s
‘things’ came in a variety of shapes, and that the ideas she had had during her rapes,
from the sensations in her cunt, did correspond to the different lengths and thicknesses
on display. Bitterly, she noticed that nobody had one as small as Mervyn’s.
Some of the men were now obviously keen to look good and were showing off their muscles
and the prices rose quickly. Then one young man stood on the platform showing off his
huge prick. He played with it to get it hard and obviously thought it was a real asset;
Helen felt sure was bigger than any she had seen or felt inside her.
That thought came unbidden, and Helen still did not understand how she could have such
thoughts; she had always been taught that the private parts of people’s bodies were not
to be thought about. He was sold for twelve hundred credits after some brisk bidding and
Helen was a little shocked to see that it was a woman who bought him. So there were women
owners here, as well as men, among the bosses, and this one was quite old but clearly
wanted a toy boy.
The first woman to be auctioned was also the first prisoner to cause trouble. It was the
woman who had spoken to her and Kate described her as Maria, thirty-seven years old and
convicted of killing her husband. The woman refused to take off her overalls, so Kate
threatened her with the neural whip.
“I’d rather die than strip in front of all these men,” shouted the woman.
“Your choice,” said Kate, and touched her with the whip.
Oddly the woman did not scream but dropped, like an empty sack, unconscious to the floor
and Helen thought at that moment that Kate had killed her. The two men assisting with the
auction came forward, obviously knowing what to do, lifted the woman up and efficiently
stripped her. She was not in the prime of life and her breasts and belly sagged. Her
wispy pubic hair was turning grey, more so than was the hair on her head .
Her head was lolling drunkenly as she tried to regain control of her senses and recover
from the neural whip. Then they walked her through the routine Helen had been taught and
by the end of it she had recovered enough to be left standing on her own. Helen realised
that there must be variable settings on the whip.
“Turn round,” said Kate, “and touch your toes again.”
Like a sleep-walker, the woman obeyed, before involuntarily falling to the floor,
sobbing. Kate went over to her and again threatened her with the whip. The woman amazed
Helen by struggling to her feet and trying to go through the whole routine unaided, but
she was walking like a drunk, which was the source of much laughter in the audience.
“How much whip did you give her, Kate?” asked one of the men.
“Enough so she will do as she is told for a week,” came the reply.
After that there was some half-hearted bidding and the woman was sold to a small man in
the front row for quite a small price.
“Sold to Karl. Where do you want her?” asked Kate.
“At the mine. After a week with the men there, she’ll not need the whip,” he
replied nastily. Helen shuddered at the thought that this woman would be digging
uranium.
All of the other prisoners were sold before Helen and none of them made any trouble.
Some reached quite high prices, several hundred credits for a presentable woman and just
over two thousand for a young woman of about thirty with long chestnut curls and a
bewildered look, who Kate said was there by mistake. Her sentence had been three months
but she had been shipped to Csadia instead of an Earth prison.
Then it was Helen’s turn.
Kate really turned on the sales patter about this beautiful but unfortunate young,
innocent girl sent to Csadia by a tragic miscarriage of justice, the youngest person on
the planet, in fact the youngest person ever to set foot on the planet. The “tragic
miscarriage of justice” bit brought hoots of laughter from the audience. She did not let
Helen take off her overalls at first but made her do a two trips along the stage dressed.
Then she asked for bids and rejected all of them as far too small.
“Undo the overalls part way so they can see your tits as you walk,” whispered Kate and
Helen did the journey along the stage again with the front of her overalls open to the
waist. She was beginning to feel the excitement which many young people feel when they
are the centre of attention in front of an audience.
“Who’ll start me off at two thousand?” asked Kate.
“Nobody is buying ‘til we see what you’re hiding,” said the little man with the piggy
eyes in the front row.
Kate then told Helen to strip, which she did slowly, not needing to feign her shyness, to
the considerable interest of the audience. Her reluctance was overcome by her desire to
show off to these people that she really was beautiful. She walked along the stage again
and as she turned to come back to where Kate was, she saw the lust in the faces of the
audience and realised just how humiliating this display was, but it still felt exciting.
As she had been taught, she stood facing the audience quite still for a few moments.
‘I have no clothes on,’ Helen thought, ‘I’m on a stage in front of strangers all naked
and it ought to feel awful. But it doesn’t! I wonder why?’
She turned her back on the crowd, summoned up all her courage and then bent to touch her
toes. After a few seconds she stood up and turned to face the audience again.
“Do it again,” said Kate.
Slowly, Helen walked along the stage again and as she turned to come back to where Kate
was taking bigger and bigger bids, she did her high kicking turn which showed every detail
of her body to such effect that one member of the audience fell off his chair. Helen did
not know what had got into her, but she was determined to give the audience such a show
that one of them would pay a fortune for her. When she stood facing them she put her
hands behind her head and jutted her breasts out as far as she could. Slowly she turned
to show her back and very slowly she bent to touch her toes.
Bidding was now brisk and stood at well over two thousand credits, but the audience went
wild when she peeped between her legs and waved to them. Then she stood up and turned
round to face the audience. With her legs wide open, she sat on Kate’s chair, quite sure
that this was against the rules, but equally sure that it would not be punished. There
was another flurry of bidding when she lifted her heels on to the chair and sat all
splayed open showing every pink crevice she had, and even up into her cunt. She was
strangely excited at the thought of what the bidders could see and of what she imagined
their thoughts to be; it felt deliciously degrading. She had looked at her cunt in a
mirror at home, and she knew it was coral pink and creviced, with firm labia and a little
love bud waiting to come out to play, and the whole was crowned with a soft red-gold nest
of her ‘private forest’. She shuddered a little as she wondered where words like ‘cunt’
had come from; she didn’t think like that, nobody nice ever did.
Helen studied the bidding that was going on and quickly realised that there were two
bidders in the audience, Karl, the man with piggy eyes who had already bought the sad
whipped woman and the chestnut haired beauty; bidding against him was the woman who had
bought the youngster with the huge prick. But, there were three sets of bids being
called. This mystery was made clear when the bidding slowed down and Kate said, “That was
my bid, the bidding is with me at three thousand two hundred.”
Suddenly Helen felt a shiver run up her spine. She didn’t know any of these people and
yet, in a few moments she was going to be, effectively, the private property of one of
them, and whoever it was would want value for a very great deal of money, compared to the
prices the other prisoners had fetched.
Kate was working hard now, calling to each bidder when they hesitated, “Come on Martha,
the bid is with Karl at three thousand nine hundred, think how good she’ll look with you
new stud boy!” and “Come on Karl, the bidding is with Martha at four thousand, you said
you were getting tired of Paula, this one will keep her on her toes!” and all the while
putting in her own bids.
Helen suddenly realised that it was her body that Kate was suggesting be serviced by the
stud with the huge ‘thing’; her body that was being compared with this ‘Paula’; and she
suddenly didn’t want to think about why someone who used a neural whip so casually would
want to buy her.
As Helen became lost in thought of which of these three would be the least bad to be
bought by, there was a sudden discussion between Karl and Martha on the floor of the
auction and Karl said “Kate, you’ve seen her close up; it ain’t fair you bidding while we
haven’t seen so good a view.”
Kate replied, “Karl, you can see all you need as she sits up there on the chair waving
her cunt at you, that’s all you need. Anyway I’ll leave it to you two now; I don’t know
where I would get nearly five thousand from to pay for her anyway.”
The bidding finished almost immediately with Karl buying her for four thousand seven
hundred and fifty credits. She didn’t know if the local currency was the same value as an
Earth credit, but if it was, it amounted to three months of her wages, and she couldn’t
decide whether she thought that was a lot or quite cheap! Evidently it was considered a
lot here because only the girl with the chestnut hair had cost over two thousand.
Everyone trooped out and Helen put her overalls back on, but was not hustled out as the
others had been. Karl came back in, evidently in a bad temper, yelling at Kate, “You
egged me on. Look what you made me pay out for one measly girl. When was the last time
anyone paid nearly five thousand for a prisoner?”
Helen studied her new owner with considerable interest; apart from his piggy eyes, which
were too close together and gave an impression of meanness, and small stature, about 5’ 5”
and 8 stone (112 lbs), there was not much about him that you would look at twice, or even
remember. Helen thought he was probably a boring fool when in a good temper, but
obviously quick to anger and, she guessed, nasty with it when roused. She could probably
handle him, even physically, she thought, as she was at least two or three inches taller
than him and about the same weight.
“But what if she’s a virgin?” asked Kate, “That would be a bargain then wouldn’t it?”
“Is she?” asked Karl, his little piggy eyes lighting up.
“I ain’t saying she is, but I ain’t saying she ain’t; I didn’t think to look, ’cause
they never are, here. But she comes from a good background, she’s young and she wasn’t
even formally engaged on Earth. The fashion there is for virgin marriages again you
know,” and with that she winked at him outrageously.
At that Karl grabbed Helen by the arm, although she towered over him, and bundled her
into the back seat of a small hover car which was waiting outside. “It’s going to take
about an hour to get to my place, so sit quiet and don’t talk at me, either of you.”
It was then Helen realised that one of the two other women Karl had bought, the one with
the chestnut hair, was beside her, but Helen could not remember her name. The woman
stared at Helen, still with that bewildered air, and then curled herself up into a ball
and went to sleep. Of the sad looking woman who had been neuraled on the auction stage
there was no sign.
Helen watched with awe and wonder as they drove through open country with no buildings on
it and no people for just under an hour, when they arrived at a large mine working with
lots of buildings and people rushing about. What would her new home be like, she
wondered?
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