Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 09

"The girl's father is his business rival," Orton said.

I could see him shaking hands with his companions, there was a big smile on his face.

"He'll be making her squeal tonight." Orton said, as her box was lowered.

The next lot came with a caveat. It was a timed contract. Just a year of servitude, and then they would get their freedom.

"It's not unusual." Orton told me. "Especially here."

The box went transparent, it was a larger woman, about Orton's age. She waved at the crowd happily. The screen behind her showed her posing in tasteful underwear. Her manner was a lot more cheerful than the others.

"I don't understand." I said.

"She's a wealthy lady, some people have all sorts of fantasies."

The bidding was low. I think a lot were just bidding to spare her feelings. Eventually, she was bought, and Orton told me it was her husband that bought her. There was a smattering of applause.

The announcer said it was the last bid now. Orton hadn't shown any interest in the others I wondered if he was waiting for this moment.

As the box raised itself onto the stage, there was some boos from the audience. There were a few more as it became clear.

It was a girl that the announcer said was nineteen. She didn't look at all special. She was fairly petite, flat chested and had closely cropped hair. Almost a buzz cut. Her face was a mess too. A black eye, and a split lip. She had a boyish look about her. Nothing feminine and ladylike.

The announcer said that her name was Juno, and that she was a member of the Red Moon organization. It went on to say she was a little damaged during a lengthy interrogation.

I asked Orton what that was, and he told me it was a terrorist organization. "They are slave killers," he said.

"Bidding will begin at one million credits." The voice boomed.

The stage lit up with bids. As they competed I asked Orton why it was so high.

"The Red Moon don't like to be taken alive. They usually kill themselves rather than face the consequences of their actions. The ones that are usually taken alive are ex-slaves, they get returned to their owners. This one," he said, pointing to the stage. "Is freeborn. She's never been a slave."

I was horrified when his hand moved to the arm rest and put in a bid.

As I started to protest, he told me it would be alright. "I would never let any harm come to you," he said.

The biding went on and on. Orton was determined to have her. It eventually ended at six million credits.

Even though there had been boos beforehand, there was now applause.

He turned to me and smiled. I tried my best to be happy for him, but I had been promised a playmate, not a slave killer as a companion.

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As we made our way to collect our new purchase, he assured me that there wouldn't be anything to worry about.

"After a while she will learn to know her place."

I grumbled and accepted his decision.

We went to a new floor. It was nicer than before. There were staff serving drinks, and some with trays of food.

All the bidders were here to collect and finalize the sales. There were others too, guests, and friends.

It was one large hall with rooms. Each one with the slave inside. I peeked in one, it was the wealthy woman who had chosen a year of slavery.

Her husband was standing next to her box telling his guests that it was the quietest she had ever been. They were laughing along. They seemed a nice couple, though. I was glad that they could find some fun.

Orton came up behind me, and told me I was free to go in, and where ever else I liked. He was just going make his final payment, and would see me in a moment.

He disappeared off into a room with one of our crew.

As I walked down the hall I bumped into someone I hadn't seen in a while. It was Hogarth. The memories of our encounter came flooding back, and I smiled widely.

He told me that he worked here from time to time, processing the slaves.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, putting a comforting hand on my arm.

I told him about how I would get familiar feelings from time to time.

"That is to be expected," he said. "I will speak to Orton, I'd like to give a thorough check up soon."

As he said it his hand gently squeezed my shoulder. I got the impression that he wanted to give me more than just that.

I asked him about the girl we had purchased.

"Very feisty, and strong willed," he said, but then assured me that the collar she would wear would provide all necessary safety restraint.

I asked him about her interrogation. He told me the wounds on her face didn't have anything to do with that. She had earned them when she tried to attack one of her captors.

"They used drugs to get any information out of her." He said. "Sadly it all led to nothing, all the information she did give was already out of date."

I hadn't heard of the Red Moon, so I asked him what he knew about them.

"Only what I hear from people," he said. "They find and kills slaves, their owners too. Even civilians who get in their way. She's just a pup though, easily tamable."

We talked a bit more, then he excused himself, others wanted to chat to him about their purchases.

As he left I saw a perspex box being wheeled away. The walls were opaque, but I recognized the people with it. They were the brothel owners. It was the virgin princess being taken away to her new life.

There was some laughter coming from one of the rooms. I went to investigate.

It was full of young men in suits having a good time. I had to walk in to get a better look.

Through a gap in the people I saw that they had the red-headed woman. The one who had killed her lover.

She was out of the box, and they had her on a leash. One of the excited men was in the process of removing her prison uniform.

As I watched, one of the guys sidled up to me. He seemed a little drunk and unsteady on his feet.

He told me that he worked for a company that sold ship insurance. The woman's father also did the same.

"They our are competitors." He slurred. "Our boss bought her as a present for us." He went on to say.

The young executive who had striped her was now groping her tits, while another one took photos.

The man next to me chuckled.

"What will happen to her?" I asked.

He laughed again. "Back to our ship for a party tonight." He stopped and looked me up and down. "You should come too," he said, and gave me a salacious wink.

I declined his offer. The laughter got louder as I left the room.

I wondered which room the bounty hunter was in. I kinda wanted to see him again.

As I went through a door hoping that I would see him. I saw Juno. She was standing alone in her box. There was just a member of staff in there with her.

She didn't make eye contact. She just stood stoically in the box.

As I approached the servant handed me a drink. Without thinking, I gave him the thousand credit token as a tip. His eyes lit up and he gave me a pleasing bow.

Her face was a mess. The black eye was pronounced, and made the side of her face swell. Her split lip curled her mouth into a unattractive scowl.

There was some beauty to her, an almost boyish look. Under her ill-fitting clothes I did see the shape of a slight young girl.

When I got closer, I wanted to tell her she was going to a new home. I felt a bit of sympathy for her. It couldn't be true that she was a slave killer.

Suddenly she turned, and spat at me. Her saliva dribbled down the inside of her box.

I was shocked, and started to feel unsure about the whole thing. What would my new playmate be like when we got her home?