Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 09

"How so?"

There was another chuckle. "He's a married man, who works for an organisation that looks down on slavery."

He went on to tell me that Gant would be a little more accommodating in his decision-making, knowing that the footage exists.

Orton was going to blackmail him. It made sense now. I felt guilty in a way, but it had been his decision to screw me, I hadn't made him do anything against his will.

The scene was playing out on the screen. I watched as the camera zoomed in on my naked body, as I kissed Gant.

"Will you tell him in the morning?" I asked.

"Not with that corvette parked off our starboard bow. In time, I will send him a clip."

I asked him if it was his plan all along, he said that it was something he had considered. If it all worked out he was going to make a lot of money.

"This is my favourite bit." Orton said, and gestured at the screen.

I watched myself getting on my knees between Gant's legs. It was odd watching myself like this. Orton loved it, I could see the outline of his cock under the sheets.

Without being asked I reached down and started to stroke him softly. I was glad he enjoyed it.

"Because you did so well, I'm going to get you a special treat when we go shopping."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We're going to buy you a new playmate, to replace Lilly."

I smiled, that was lovely to hear. It was getting boring just being by myself at home.

"Will you record us too?" I asked playfully.

"Yes." He answered, and pulled the sheets off himself. Then with his hand at the back of my head, guided my mouth onto his cock.

I sucked him into my mouth. He tasted great, like he had just had a shower. My head bobbed up and down as I pleasured him.

His eyes still on the screen. I took a look, Gant had me bent over the couch, and was fucking me from behind. I remembered how once I got him warmed up, he got very amorous.

Orton pressed a button on the control. The sound came on. It was me moaning loudly. The only other noise was Gant's thighs slapping against the back on my legs.

"For someone so against slavery, he certainly likes to fuck them." Orton, joked.

His hand was on the back of my head, guiding my up and down.

The sound of my moans had died down. I couldn't see, but I knew what was happening. I was taking Gant to bed. I would be riding him in a second.

As the sound of Gant fucking me started to rise again, Orton came in my mouth. I got the feeling it wouldn't be the last time we would be watching this footage together.

It was switched off, and I returned to his chest. I tried to kiss him, but he said I would need a shower first.

For the moment I rested. I did feel bad for Gant, but that was life. I was glad to have met him. It was shame that his memories of me would be less than pleasant.

As Orton stroked my back I thought about our shopping trip. I knew he meant slave, when he said playmate, and I wondered what she would be like.

*********

It had been a day at a half since Ambassador Gant had left us. Now I was stood in our guest suite on the yacht watching the planet we were about to arrive at. It was beautifully white against the blackness of space.

Orton was wearing a well cut suit. At first I told him he would freeze, but he assured me that it had a heating system built in. I on the other hand had gone for a large fur coat. It felt so soft under my touch.

The landing was quick and uneventful.

As we waited for the landing ramp to lower, three crew members joined us. The were wearing bulky jackets, and gloves, at their hips they wore lazer pistols.

"Will it be dangerous." I asked Orton.

He shook his head, and told me that weapons were banned in the station, but wealthier clientele could have guards.

As the door opened, the bright landscape almost blinded me. I held my hand up to my eyes to shield them. The cold ran straight to my bones.

"It's freezing." I grumbled.

Orton was blowing hot air into his hands, and he nodded.

Our party made its way out. We were in a makeshift dock area. Other ships were landing, also. It was nice seeing so many people. Some of them also seemed to be struggling with the temperature.

Thankfully Orton insisted that I didn't wear heels. There wasn't a walkway, just bare snow. I saw one woman being carried by her servant.

I must have walked in snow before, it felt familiar.

Our area seemed to be reserved for people with their own ships. There was another larger space that was for transports. I saw lines of people disembarking. Our destination was still unclear to me.

Apart from the landing areas, everywhere else looked barren and bleak.

"This way." Orton said, and lead us on top of a small ridge.

There was a frozen lake in front of us. My breath bloomed out in front of my face, and I pulled the fur closer around me.

"Is the station under the lake?" I asked.

Orton laughed, and told me to wait and see.

Eventually I saw a ship. It was large and boxy. It came down slowly landing on top of the lake.

"Won't it break the ice?"

"No, the whole thing is solid," Orton said.

Another one was descending from the sky. It landed next to the first. Then I saw its thrusters firing. It moved closer, till there was a loud click, and it locked against it, forming one larger structure.

More were coming. I hear a little applause from others who were also watching the spectacle.

They came down one after another connecting to each other. This time they were landing on top of the first ones.

It took about half an hour, but once it was done, they had created a large pyramid in front of us. It didn't have smooth sides, it looked boxy.

"It moves from system to system," Orton said. "Usually in space, but every once in a while it makes landfall."

He took my hand and we made our way to the ground station. There was a large queue forming, but Orton took us through a VIP entrance.

It was a bit warmer inside, but not by much.

Orton said something to the crew that I didn't overhear, and then turned to me.

"I'm going to auction early. I want to watch the processing, it will give me an idea of who to purchase." He then told me that I can go shopping while he was there.

It sounded good to me. He passed me a credit pass, and told me not to go crazy with it. He would let the crewman know when we could meet up again.

Two of the crew left with him, leaving me with a young man that would act as my bodyguard.

He showed me the way to the shopping area.

It wasn't as busy as I thought it would be. I guessed people were still making their way into the station. The stall holders had already set out their goods.

"Do they live on the station?" I asked the crewman.

He shrugged.

Some of the shops didn't interest me at all. I walked past the weapon dealers without a second glance. Everything looked cheap, and thrown together. I saw a few ragged slaves, sitting in a huddle. I hoped the one Orton was going to buy would be a bit more presentable.

We climbed a set of stairs that led to a higher level. The shops here were large, and more established. They had proper signs and didn't look so makeshift. This was a bit more my style.

"A dress for the lady." A man said, blocking my way. He was jovial and friendly. His hand was pointing into what I guessed was his shop.

My guard went to move him along, but I stopped him. I might as well have a look.

It was quite nice inside. I looked through the garments. They were formal dresses. All of them were very pretty.

"Should I try them on?" I asked. The jovial man shook his head and produced a scanner. With my permission he scanned my body, and told me the dresses I picked would be delivered to my ship with the correct measurements.

I did end up trying some on, just to see how they felt when I was wearing them.

I picked out a few nice ones, and let him scan my credit pass.

With a new appreciation for shopping, I delved further into the station.

It was a whirlwind of new outfits and beauty items. Orton had told me not to go crazy, but I couldn't help myself. With each item I bought, I felt a warm feeling.

Before, I had just had things given to me. I was getting to choose now. The feeling was intoxicating.

"Very rare. From the earth's early history." A jeweler said, as he showed me a spectacular necklace.

It was so expensive, and I saw the crewman giving me a disapproving look.

"I'll take it." I exclaimed and handed over my credit pass.

A hawker stopped us and tried to sell me a small furry pet on the end of a leash. It was so very cute, but the crewman said that Orton would definitely disprove.

The third level was different. It was more of a place for entertainment.

"A moment of relaxation for the lady, and her handsome gentleman." A good-looking lady called out to us. She wasn't wearing much and had a leather collar around her neck.

"It's a brothel." The crewman whispered to me.

As we made our way past she called out that they catered to every perversion.

A neon sign that depicted a bird in a cage caught my eye. I turned to my companion, and he said he thought it might be a night club of sorts.

He didn't try to stop me as I made my way inside. There was loud music and it was very dimly lit. The decor was classy though, and some effort had been made to make it look stylish.

As we ventured further inside, we came to the main room. Again it was all nicely decorated. The lighting was low and warm.

There was a raised stage was at the end of the room. People were sat at tables facing it. there was no one performing at the moment.

A woman with golden hair took a small charge from my credit pass, and we were directed to a booth facing the stage.

The crewman looked a little unsure about sitting with me, so I told him to wait at the back of the room. He nodded.

I wasn't going to stay long, I just wanted to see what sort of entertainment was going to be shown.

A waitress served me a drink. It was sweet and bubbly. I looked around at the other patrons. Some were sat on their own like me, but I saw a few couples.

It was warmer in here, so I took off my fur coat and placed in on the seat, next to me. I was wearing tight pants and a zip up top. Not very in keeping with this sort of place. Some of the other patrons looked really dressed up.

Suddenly there was a music change, and the lights lowered in the seating area. A spotlight appeared on the stage.

There was some applause as the performer made her entrance. I joined it.

Her almost naked body was covered in gold and silvery flakes of paint. It sparkled gloriously under the lights. Her arms were adorned with feathers. There were more woven into her hair. Her face was made to look bird like. It was exquisitely done.

Then she started her dance. Slowly at first. Her body moved making shapes. I noticed tat her more delicate areas were covered. From a distance you couldn't tell though.

As I watched, a man slipped into my booth.

"You don't mind, do you, it's very busy."

I shook my head. He was right. It wasn't fair that I take up a whole area to myself.

He looked very smart and had a slick look to him. His hair was perfectly styled, and his suit was shiny and looked expensive.

He said something that I didn't hear.

"What did you say?"

He moved closer to me. "I was saying, her dance is beautiful."

I nodded. Her moves were memorizing. She was graceful and sexy.

"I'd love to see you up there," he said.

"I wouldn't think I would be any good, I can't really dance."

"But you would look good naked," he said, and placed his hand on my knee.

"I belong to another." I said, pointing to my collar, hoping he would get the hint.

"She does too, but at this moment she can pretend that she is free." His had gently squeezed my knee.

I wondered if the crewman could see. I didn't think so. The booth was deep and the table hid his indiscretion.

As I watched the dancer entertaining the audience, I felt him nudging my legs apart. I wasn't stopping him, but I wasn't encouraging him either.

He was right, she did look free on the stage. It didn't look like a learned routine. She was expressing herself with her body. Enticing everyone at the same time. Peoples gaze moved with her as she moved form one side of the stage to the other

His hand moved between my legs, and stroked back and forth. My heart was beating a little faster. I stayed silent though.

"I will give you ten thousand credits, if you come upstairs with me." He said, as his fingers brushed against my pussy. "I promise not to leave any marks." He whispered.

It was a very tempting offer, but I shook my head silently. His hand stayed where it was.

She was standing still, letting her body gyrate to the music. It felt like she was looking right at me. I could feel his fingers moving against me. I was getting wet.

He took my hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel his hardness under his trousers. There was a pleasing sigh from him as I started to massage his cock.

The tempo of the music was increasing. She was dancing more actively now. Moving and twisting on the stage for all to see.

We both watched and stroked each other.

No one could see us in the darkness. It felt like we were the only ones in the room. At some point he had unbuttoned his trousers. His cock was in my hand now. I jerked it slowly and carefully.

Faster and faster she danced. Feathers detached as she moved more vigorously. They floated out into the audience.

I was so wet and hot. His cock in my hand wasn't enough. I wanted him more and more.

Without a word I lent down and started to suck his cock. It was a shame that I couldn't watch the dance at the same time, but my need to have him inside me was so strong.

The loud music filled my ears, as his cock filled my mouth. His hand was at the back of my neck, keeping me low enough not to be seen.

There was nothing romantic or loving about what I was doing. I sucked him fast and hard. It wasn't long before he finally released. His cum filled my mouth and I did my best to swallow.

She was still dancing as I returned to my position. I took a drink of the sweet alcohol to clear my mouth.

"Good girl," he whispered, and pressed something into my hand. Without another word he straightened himself out, and slipped out of the booth.

I looked at what he handed me. It was a token for a thousand credits.

She finished her dance with a flourish. Every one cheered loudly, including me.

As the announcer informed us about the next show starting in a few minutes, another man slipped into the booth next to me. He smiled, but I frowned, and grabbed my fur coat.

"Did you enjoy it?" the crewman asked as we walked out of the club.

I nodded, a little shyly. He hadn't seen the full extent of my enjoyment.

We did a bit more browsing. There were some more clubs, and a few animal sellers. then his communicator went off. It was Orton, we were to join him on an upper level.

**********

The auction was clean and more presentable. Orton greeted me with a soft kiss. He asked me if I had fun. I admitted that I went a bit overboard with his credit pass. He said, as long as I was happy, that's all that mattered.

I didn't mention what had happened in the club. It was nice to have a secret. It felt special in a way. I held the token tightly in my hand.

He told me that he got to watch all the slaves being processed, he didn't give me any more details.

There was a little drinks reception for the buyers. From a distance, it looked like they were talking business, but I thought they would more likely to be gossiping. Orton shared a few words with people in suits.

It didn't last long, and we were ushered into an auditorium.

There was a stage in front of us. Orton told me that the slaves would be displayed there. We had numbered seats, and I took mine next to Orton. My fur coat had been put into a cloakroom by one of the staff.

Once everyone was in their seats, the lights were lowered a little. Not as much as they had been in the club, but enough to give us a better view of the stage.

"This is a specialist auction," Orton said. "The slaves here have interesting backgrounds, or special skills. It can be very interesting."

There was a voice of an announcer now. Sometimes it would speak in different languages.

I asked Orton if the auction he bought me at was like this. He told me it was similar, but didn't go into any details.

Again he was being mysterious, and didn't let on if he had any purchases in mind. As long as it wasn't one of the ragged slaves that I had seen when I first entered the station.

There was an announcement and a perspex box rose up from the stage. Then just as quickly it became transparent. A girl was stood motionless inside.

"There are five lots." Orton whispered.

She looked amazing. Her hairs was in braids, and her skin was a deep bronze color. She had a haughty look to her that was only enhanced as she stood in the box with her chin was raised. There was a bar code on her cheek.

On the screen behind the stage, pictures of beautiful palaces appeared.

The voice announced that she was a princess of the Cirro empire. Then proudly said that her virginity was still intact.

"That's a system at the other side of UEN space." Orton said. "Somebody went a long way to bring her here."

The bidding started. There was a little pad on the side of some of the chairs. The bids were quick. As they dropped out, lights at the front of the stage changed color.

As a successful bidder was announced, her box disappeared back below the stage. There was a small round of applause for the winner.

Orton raised himself up in his seat to see who won her.

"It's a brothel owner. The largest chain in the galaxy," he said. "People will pay a lot of money to fuck royalty."

He hadn't bid. I got the feeling his mind was already made up.

The next box appeared on stage. This time it was a man. There was nothing on the screen behind him.

His hair was in a spiked into a mohawk. He was very attractive, but looked very dangerous. His eyes moved quickly around the room. At one point, he slammed his fist in the side of the perspex, making me jump.

The announcer said that he was a bounty hunter. Apparently he had tried to steal a slave.

He was a frightening individual, but I was drawn to him. I could see the outline of his well-built frame under a thin shirt. Part of me wished this would be my new playmate.

Orton's hand didn't move as the bidding started. It eventually came down to two people. A very old woman, and a a man with a lustful look in his eyes.

The woman won it easily. I felt a bit of jealousy.

She looked frail and I asked Orton if it was such a good idea that she had bought him. He nodded, and told me that she was notorious for liking her men rough and wild.

He seemed to know a lot of the other bidders.

Next to appear on stage was a woman in her early thirties, she was a red-head, and she was wearing an odd outfit. It was a kind of all in one jump suit. It had stripes across it, and it looked cheap and uncomfortable.

Orton told me that in some systems the punishment for murder was slavery. Apparently she was the heiress to a wealthy business man. She got drunk one night and killed her lover during a passionate argument. This was her punishment.

"When it is a choice between the death penalty, and slavery, most choose the later." He told me.

He went on to say that it was strictly forbidden for relatives of the prisoner to bid on them. Also any bidder would be carefully screened to make sure they weren't acting as proxy.

I asked him why she was so special, and he told me to just watch.

The bidding was high, and the man who won her set the highest bid for the evening. This made the audience applaud louder.