In the future

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Lady Makalandra (Mak for short) was bored. She was considered brilliant, talented, and sexy by most races. She had built a fortune and now at the ripe age of thirty felt there was nothing new left in life. She'd visited many planets using her skills as a mediator and had seen the galaxy.

Her latest toy, a pleasure bot, was already boring her after one short month. He had learned what she liked and now never varied from those techniques. While it was sure to get her off it was getting dull and she was perusing the latest catalogue of sexual novelities. At thirty she was just hitting her sexual prime and her sex drive had doubled since her bithday in September and was expected to continue rising for the next nine or so years, with periodic jumps during any pregnancies. She thought about Stellingra, who had triplets and had been insatiable to the point of needing multiple partners to keep up with her until she stopped breast feeding as her sex drive returned to a more managable rate. Of course it would be only after four or five years into a sexual partnership that pregnancy could occur, a bizarre tweak in human physiology that meant relative monogamy would produce children.

She'd gone to multiple slave auctions but they tended to be overly docile or psychologically broken. Neither of which were to her taste, then something caught her eye, she was so excited just by the thought of purchasing it that she called her pleasure droid over to perform orally while she placed a bid.

 

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Krukander

Krukander had been taken years ago (as these peoples measured time) in a raid by Gandorean slavers. He'd never been broken (the scars on his back and face attested to that fact) but after a period of time he'd made an internal mental accommodation to his slavery. "What I do is not who I am" was his mantra now. Stepping outside himself mentally, his body could perform as it was required, doing whatever with whomever was required. His latest mistress had actually been very pleased with him, pleased often BY him as she was. Now she was dead and he was at auction again.

There had been few times over those years when his body had acted without his mental accommodation. Yet as he stood, back straight and proud, but eyes downcast as he knew from experience was expected, he realized that his body was reacting to the sight of a woman eyeing him. She looked to be another bored, pampered, spoiled rich mistress, the kind who would demand, and receive, whatever she wished whenever she wished it. He was disgusted at her use of a pleasure bot in such a public place but her eyes on him held something deeper, a clue that she was much more than a sensation seeker like almost all his mistresses and all those assembled here.

Yet as his body reacted to the sight of her being pleasured, he was afraid. Such a one could command his body and maybe also touch his mind, as well. He could not allow himself to be touched within.

Hoping that she had not really noticed him, hoping that she would not now notice the change, he slowly hunched his shoulders, hung his head, and generally tried to look as old, weak, and submissive as he could. He pooched out his belly so that it might look soft, not hard, and bent his knees slightly as if his back were bowed always under a load greater than he could bear.

Not all his body was soft though. He only hoped that the brief tunic he wore would hide that fact as he hunched over, billowing it out slightly to cover himself.

 

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She lay partly concealed in a billowy carrier, one of the few perks of wealth was the luxury of ornate transportation. She laid stretched out staring intently at the merchandise. His history spoke volumes between the lines, and his body told even more. She stared at him and watched him change his posture as if to hide who he really was.

She was distracted from bidding as her pleasure bots talented tongue caused her body to peak, the warm feeling of pleasure spreading quickly through her body like a wave. She placed a low ball bid and gradually stepped it up as a few other parties were interested. She had not commanded her bot to stop and so he continued slowly lapping at her slick heated cunt.

 

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Krukander

As the bidding continued, he watched the Lady surreptiously as that ... machine ... pleasured her. His disgust for her mounted as he watched her react to the sterile ministrations of the bot. He found himself imagining how he could show her what pleasures an imagination could bring her. The bots, he knew, could "learn" what she desired, but they were limited to learning only what she herself already knew of her desires. It also was programmed to please efficiently.

"Efficiently." He wondered if she knew what it meant to be played like an instrument, to be lost in sensation but not quickly. Not efficiently.

Deliciously.

He shook his head, came out of his reverie as he sensed the bidding coming to a climax.

 

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She gestured the bot away, it had done its job, Lady Mak had already made arrangements to have its mind wiped. She simply had not decided what to do with it after that. She rearranged her flowing skirt to cover her body again. The bidding topped out far below what she expected, and she was rather gleeful at purchasing him as such a price. There was something about him that told her he was different from the passive, placid slaves. She also felt there was something, perhaps in his history, she inherently disliked the notion of owning someone, but saw how some services would barely cover the type of room and board provided by most owners, but selling a slave to increase the size of an estate. Well she hoped that after the various taxes that the previous owner's heirs would get little to no money off the sale.

Nothing else was of interest, but she played the part and watched the various other auction items, even placing a bid or two along the way. She caught herself before going to retrieve her acquisition as the currency had changed hands the instant her bid was accepted. She almost sent her pleasure bot to retrieve him, but considering how limited his programming was when it came to interacting with others, she sent it home and told him to go into hibernate mode.

Her carrier floated, she loved anti-grav devices, as she approached to acquire the slave. She hadn't even paid attention to his name, merely that it was odd for one of his race to be a slave. She had plenty of security measures installed in her carrier.

Lady Mak pulled back the curtain, smiled at the man in charge of delivery and politely inquired if her item was ready for transfer.

The man seemed at a loss for words at her polite tone and manner and stammered as he looked the information and acknowledged that it was ready.

"If you'll just provide a print ident here, we can have the slave delivered to your quarters immediately."

She smiled and pressed her index finger to the pad and murmured in a soft serious tone, "Is it possible to take possession of him now? Transporters tend to rough up the merchandise."

The fat greasy man stammered again, "It is unusual," he paused and nodded, "it can be arranged."

"Then arrange it," she said with a smile.

 

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He listened quietly as his new ... Mistress ... made the final arrangements of his sale. His breath quickened a bit as he heard her make plans to take possession of him personally rather than have him sent via the usual, secure, channels. Some of the scars on his back were the result of the two times he had escaped "personal deliveries" by females who underestimated his intelligence, something those in charge of the transporters no longer did, having ready access to his records. His escapes had been shortlived, to be true, and the punishments after recapture harsh, but their combined length of 15 days were the only freedom he had enjoyed in the last ten years of his life.

Head down now, looking as docile and bovine as he could, he allowed this self-indulgent, pampered soft thing that had purchased him to look over her "prize," all the time making plans for his next escape, trusting that his time would come, that her vigilance would not be equal to his desire for freedom.

 

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Lady Mak

She smiled, he was playing dumb again, well two could play that game. She would give him no hint that she was anything more than a soft spoiled inheritor. He didn't need to know she'd worked for every centon, that she was skilled at many forms of self defense. That underneath the flimsy garment a strong body, that she had tested in the 90th percentile in intelligence and combat skills.

He didn't need to know that she didn't have guards because she was registered as a lethal weapon. Though it did look pretty menacing on her proffesional credentials. Her sleigh, for lack of a better term was well equiped with antideterrant measures preventing anyone without her express permission to exit, at least without experiencing a serious electric shock. She'd tested it only once, and the smell had been very unpleasant but it kept the unwanted out, and in this case would be able to keep him in, if she wished.

When the pudgy man came back he seemed twitchy, "You'll have to sign an additional safety waiver." His hand shook and she feigned a delicate laugh as she scrawled her name across the waiver.

He looked at the name and his eyes went wide, "I didn't."

She shushed him with a wave as she left the sleigh and went to retrieve her prize. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to break him by force or break him open.

"Are you ready?"