The guards escort me from the stage, down to where the triad of Aurelians are sitting.
Ugh, I can’t even stand to meet their gaze – so I look at their broad, powerful chests instead. That’s easy enough, because these three aliens tower above me; even as they sit.
I’m standing before the Aurelians, and either side of me the guards nervously shift from side to side – seemingly eager to hand over the leash to the black collar I wear.
The leader of the Aurelians accepts it.
He stands as he takes the leash, and I take a step back instinctively. This close, I see that these three aliens are young for their species. They might be a few hundred years old – which is more than three lifetimes in human years, but the cusp of young adulthood for an Aurelian.
Mentally, and physically, they’re roughly the same maturity as I am.
That gives me hope. It’s a thin thread to cling to, but perhaps these three men are not too far gone not to still have mercy, and decency.
The Aurelian’s huge hand brushes my neck as he clips the collar tight around my throat, leashing me like a dog to his wrist. I can’t help but shudder – both in disgust, but also shameful desire. This damned pleasure dress is humming against my body, seemingly ramped up now I’m standing beneath the towering shadow of this huge, alien beast.
It’s as if the dress has a mind of its own – forcing me to enjoy the humiliating touch of my new owner.
The other end of the black leash clips around the Aurelian’s wrist, and as soon as it clicks closed, I’m suddenly theirs.
I’m owned – the property of three powerful, dominant aliens. Men who’ve been staring at me the entire night.
The pleasure dress cuts out immediately. I look up in confusion, astonished not to feel that teasing, tantalizing sensation across my body any longer. I’ve been tormented by it for so long, it almost feels strange not to be at the mercy of the tortuous device.
But I understand. The leader of the Aurelians now has the controls to the pleasure dress, and he obviously doesn’t care if I’m stimulated or not. In fact, part of me wishes that he’d have kept the dress activated. Anything to make what’s going to happen to me later easier to endure.
Oh Gods… What will it be like?
The leader of the Aurelian walks down the aisle, leaving the auction.
Already? But there are many more women for sale! And yet the triad acts as though they have everything they want – I’m the only purchase they were interested in making.
I’m saddened immediately. I thought that I might at least have a friend to share my fate. Ideally, I’d hoped it would be Danielle – but I would have wanted somebody to share this humiliation with. To distract the Aurelians from me, or share the burden of their shameful desires.
But, no. I am to be the sole object of these three alien’s lustful urges.
I barely manage to keep walking as the other two huge Aurelians fall in step behind me. The leader strides ahead – leading, but not dragging me behind him. The leash around my neck extends about four feet – made from a slick, black cord that binds me unbreakably to my owner. The towering Aurelian’s toga swishes as he walks. The white material is the same color as his flesh. His arms are uncovered, and I can see the veins running down his powerful biceps. His meaty forearms are as thick as my neck. He’s impossibly big.
He could save Danielle...
My heart is pounding, and the other attendees of the auction stare as we pass. They’re barely looking at me, though. Every one of the other attendees is instead shocked by how fucking huge these Aurelians are in person.
It’s easy to forget that Aurelians have been gone from this world for a decade now – many citizens of Lipa have never seen one in the flesh before – and no holo-vid or picture can accurately depict just how enormous the aliens are up close.
The toga the leader of the Aurelians wears would be a tent on any human male – but it barely reaches down to the alien’s knees – showing off his huge, tree-trunk legs and the corded muscles of his calves; all revealed above the stark, black combat boots he wears.
Around the Aurelian’s waist is a tight belt with an empty loop hanging from it.
That must hold the hilt of his weapon – the infamous Orb-Weapon that Aurelians are famous for crafting and wielding. It was forbidden to bring weapons to this auction – not that these three enormous aliens couldn’t cause violence and destruction bare-handed.
But the sight of that empty belt loop gives me an idea.
Suddenly, I have a new plan.
I need to somehow sway these Aurelians to my side. The fact that the leader of these Aurelians cut off the power to the pleasure dress gives me some surge of hope. There must be some decency and humanity beneath that cold, marble exterior.
The leader of the triad strides through the set of double doors, and I follow – with the two other Aurelians looming behind me. The last thing I hear from the theater is the voice of the auctioneer, announcing the next poor soul to be sold to the eager crowd.
I’m only glad that no more women will be forced into the service of those four Bullfrog criminals…
The three Aurelians are wordless as they march me through the main foyer. I can’t believe they haven’t spoken a word to each other all this time – until I suddenly remember a rumor I once heard that their species can communicate telepathically with each other.
It seems too far-fetched to be true – but these aliens are an entirely different species. They might look like humans –
