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Post by Naculo Vendar on Aug 19, 2017 0:48:35 GMT -5
The past two days, needless to say, had been terror. Yesterday the ship went through a solar storm. The crew had to lighten the load very quickly. Twenty of his tribe were hastily chained together and sucked out the airlock. He didn't sleep that night. In fact he hadn't slept since Fripona had revealed himself to Naculo. The shock of the entire turn of events had merely left him in a shell shock stooper. Today was a very important day. Two of the slavers argued with each other. "We should have sold all of the men to the Martian fight ring." "You can't even have a little foresight can you. These are exotic people. After that debacle yesterday we have to make every penny count. These are exotic quarry and the royals here at the grand lunar market will pay top dollar for the males. Now the girl we'll sell to the Venusians and they'll pay quite nicely. Let's load the out and get them ready."
Suddenly the slavers stormed into the hold, shouting at the top of their lungs and herding all of the men out. They kept them in line as they systematically pulled them into a room where they were stripped of all of their clothes and immediately rinsed of all of the filth upon them. Then he was rubbed down every inch of his body with a lotion that caused him to shine. After they were prepared they were thrust out into the light of day among a massive market place.shackled and entirely naked the slaves were taken to a massive stage in the very center of the market place where a rotund man with a red handle bar mustache pulled one of his tribesman onto the stage and cried out, "Ladies and gentleman gather around and feast you eyes upon the strong back creatures of the outer reaches of the empire. Strong of back and a diligent constitution. Ladies and Gentleman, What do I bid for this first slave?"
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Post by Princess Anemone on Aug 20, 2017 1:19:19 GMT -5
"So this is the grand lunar market" Anemone mused to herself as she quickly made her way down a crowded pathway. This was one of the areas her mother had told her to avoid. But, like a normal teenager, she had to find out why. Her attire was very casual, something simple she could blend into the crowd with. Her carmine tresses were brushed into a long French braid. Her attire was very relaxed as well; a white peasant blouse, knee-length flower skirt, with a pair of brown sandals. Her lips were accented by a bit of berry colored gloss. Lastly, she wore a pair of oversized sunglasses... it was a poor attempted to hide her identity, but if it worked for Clark Kent why not?
In truth, she wasn't supposed to alone or in that area, she was supposed to be setting up her dorm room. Yes... that's where her two guards were. Apparently the excuse "I am going to the cafe for breakfast' was more than enough to get them to stop following her for a while. What was the hard? She did not plan on staying out too late. An hour was probably more than enough time for a quick look around. Then, the young teen could easily return, with probably a coffee for her two guards. She had to make sure no one knew! Anemone did not want to cause the two to lose their jobs over her suddenly need to be alone.
Anemone heard the loud call, which caused her to stop suddenly. Her eyes widened as a clear expression of disbelief could be seen on her face. The idea of a slave trade was shocking enough, and now she was about to witness an action... She shuddered, suddenly thinking back to a time when she accidentally overheard one of the hand maidens being given a threat of being sold to one of the bordellos -- but she didn't think it was true!
The young princess made her way towards the front to get a better view. She nervously bit her lip as the idea to suddenly bid entered her thoughts. Her gaze shifted to the area as she tried to wait for someone else to bid. 'Maybe I can just save one...' And with that thought, she raised her hand to bid.
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Post by Naculo Vendar on Aug 22, 2017 20:51:05 GMT -5
The auctioneer twirled his mustache mischievously as he pointed to the young girl and bombastically cried out, "Five hundred to the pretty little thing standing in front. Although I must be honest my dear. There are easier ways to find a boyfriend. I'm certain there are plenty of gentlemen that would love to keep you warm at night." The crowd erupted in laughter as the slaves still trembled in fear then all went silent an analytical voice cried out, "Ten thousand". This was twice what a good slave would normally sell for. The crowd silently stared at the tall slender woman with short cropped black hair and white coat that stood there with her hand raised. Not one to miss an opportunity the auctioneer cried out, "Sold to the lady from Mercury." As the woman paid her money the auctioneer whispered in the slaves ear, "The gods help you, you miserable wretch." The lady attached a collar around his neck and started to lead him away. The slave suddenly cried out in his tongue, "Naculo!!! Find my mother! Tell her what has hap......" The slave's body convulsed with electricity as the woman pressed a button on her wrist. "The subject does not speak unless we ask you to. Now come along we have much work to do and much to learn from you." The woman and her subject quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Naculo immediately started to panic. These people were monsters! What terrors did they truly posses and why were they insistent on using them! The slave in front of him was hauled onto the stage. Naculo was next! The auctioneer looked the slave up and down. He was older but was in incredible shape. No doubt a warrior and probably the only one left. With a wave of his hand he said, "Friends I give you a warrior. Do not fall behind the trends. Purchase this fine fellow and train as your personal bodyguard! Strong! Silent! Mysterious! The perfect guard to intimidate your foes and impress your friends! What do I bid?"
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Post by Queen Serenity on Aug 24, 2017 22:34:39 GMT -5
Queen Serenity wouldn't be caught dead in the market like a commoner-- that's what she had servants for, after all. Today this one, a young Venusian woman called Elisavet, was there to attend a very special auction that was going on in the middle of the marketplace. The slaves being sold here were not from any of the recognised worlds of the Sol System, but from some far-off, unknown place that sparked the servant girl's imagination. What could the conditions of their world have been like to produce such unusual-looking people?
Even though she had been told what to expect in terms of the slaves' appearance, she still gasped when she saw the first one escorted out. They had bright blue skin and red eyes with oddly white pupils. How was a white pupil even possible? But it wasn't Elisavet's job to question the hows and whys; her job was to attend the auction and place bids in the queen's name to try to win one of these exotic fellows. She wondered idly whether the queen wanted one of them for sexual purposes, but quickly forced that thought out of her mind. Queen Serenity was a virgin queen, and was quite proud of that fact. Everyone knew that.
She missed out on the bidding for the first man entirely as some scientific-looking woman shut down the bidding by placing a bid higher than Elisavet was authorised to do. 7,500 was supposed to be her top bid, and that should have been more than enough, with what slaves tended to go for in today's market. She just hoped no-one else in the crowd had that much disposable income, or she might be forced to leave empty-handed, and that would not make the queen very happy. She didn't particularly like seeing the queen unhappy, so she hoped her luck here would turn around soon.
The next slave up for auction seemed old, but not out of shape. The auctioneer advertised him as a bodyguard who would intimidate foes and impress friends, which sounded pretty good to Elisavet despite the fact she didn't know this race of people well enough to determine his actual health or fitness for the job. The auctioneer asked for a bid, and Elisavet raised a hand.
"One thousand."
Even though she had much more than that on her person, she wanted to play things smart. Start the bidding low and hope there were no other high rollers in the crowd to bid against her.
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Post by Princess Anemone on Aug 27, 2017 0:47:04 GMT -5
"Boyfriend... I'm pretty sure my dad would sell any boy who tried to date me..." she called out, trying to make a joke of a somewhat tense situation. But the young couldn't help but feel bad for not taking the auction a bit more serious. The last words the slave uttered, before being zapped, made her shutter. Seeing that made her feel even worse about not placing a higher bid. The young princess began to rethink being there. 'Maybe I shouldn't be here... what am I going to do with a slave anyway!? I mean... I have enough servants as is. I really don't want to be responsible for another life, but I really don't want to see another go to that creepy Sadist so...'
Anemone nervously bit her lower lip to try to keep herself from calling the woman out on her behavior. She really did not want to call any more attention to herself than she already had. Still, she began to wonder how far the slave went. If they had slave auctions on the moon... surely they had to have them on Venus? No matter, it was something she could ask her father about later. He did seem somewhat passionate about humane treatment, well at least she knew he tried to clean up the red light district in the capital.
The sound of the auctioneer's voice stirred her away from her thoughts a moment. Her gaze shifted to the next slave brought up, soon after. She really did not need another body guard, seeing how she already went to great lengths to escape the ones that had been assigned to her. Still -- if he was that strong maybe he could fence? Or be taught? This time, she decided to take a page from the previous bidder's book. If her parents quested her sudden splurge she could always give the excuse that she was trying to find a better guard. Maybe it would show that she was starting to take her own personal safety serious?
She rose her hand up after the first bid rang out "10 thousand!"
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Post by Naculo Vendar on Feb 15, 2018 13:50:44 GMT -5
A new player had entered the game as a hand was raised with a following bid at “one thousand”. The auctioneer turned to the woman that bid and instantly recognized her. He knew who she was and more importantly who she served. Discretion is what kept this client very happy and the auctions pockets very happy. Immediately he responded, “One thousand to the respectable lady.” With a grandiose gesture he cried, “Come friends an exotic guard from the far stretches of the empire. Be the first to make a statement in society.” The hand of a Martian arena owner motioned but before a bid could be uttered the young lady from earlier cried out, “Ten Thousand!”
Silence filled crowd and the auctioneer though stunned let out an amused chuckle, “Sold to the pretty young thing in the front row…. So you like them older do you sweetheart? I hope you have the money.” The crowd chuckled as the auctioneer whispered in the slaves ear, “Looks like it’s your lucky day slave.” And with that he was escorted off stage. No words simply head held high and nobility as he left to meet his fate. Naculo was next and he panicked. His eyes darted around the crowd for any sign of hope. There was none however as he stood before the crowd.
The auctioneer sized Naculo up and down the turned back to the crowd and began the “show” in a bombastic voice, “Not to fear friends! We have plenty more where the first two came from. Feast your eyes on the specimen! The standard of a young man from this tribe Strong back! Healthy constitution! Easy on the eyes for any ladies looking for something special.” The crowd chuckled and a few ladies smiled. “Perfect for a house or field servant. So friends what do I bid?” Naculo scanned the crowd again for any sign of hope to no avail. He lay in the hand of fate.
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Post by Queen Serenity on Feb 18, 2018 19:46:09 GMT -5
Elisavet started to panic. The last two alien slaves had gone for 10,000 each, and she had only been allotted 7,500 to bid at the auction. Most slaves went for maybe four or five thousand, but those hadn't been this exotic-looking. She supposed you had to pay extra if you wanted them blue. Maybe, if they had any women or children in the lot, she could afford one of those. But would the queen be happy with that? No, she couldn't settle for the ones nobody else wanted; she had to keep trying for the good ones. So when the next young male was brought out, a determined look set on her delicate Venusian features. This time, when the auctioneer asked for bids, she didn't start with a low, conservative one.
"Seven thousand!" she called out.
It was nearly all she had been authorised to spend, so she couldn't afford to get into a bidding war. She could only hope that all the heavy hitters had already blown their money and she wouldn't be so easily defeated this time.
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Post by Princess Anemone on Feb 27, 2018 23:13:49 GMT -5
She gave a small smile, trying to hide her true about being there. "Why of course, as a member of Venusian royalty, I have enough. I will be able to wire you the funds immediately... a pretty young girl like me never carries something that could be taken. I just need your info, good sir" The young princess just needed his main account, and she would be able to wire the founds via her tablet.
Anemone had planned to send her newly acquired slave home. There, the person could be trained as a member of the staff and she could write off the sudden splurge as a hiring expense. Maybe this would earn her a few points with her parents? Well... the young princess hopped it would show that she had more on her mind than just buying clothing.
She had planned to leave as soon as she had wired the funds but paused when the last slave was brought up. Her gaze focused on the next slave for a moment. 'Maybe I shouldn't... but I could use some extra help when I am in class...'
With that thought, she suddenly rose her hand again, "... 7,500!" Anemone called out.
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Post by Naculo Vendar on Mar 5, 2018 15:19:49 GMT -5
The royal representative threw her hand up and cried out “Seven Thousand.” The Auctioneer couldn’t believe his luck. These slaves would make his entire year at this pace. Most slaves went for four thousand so any time you could double the profit well, who was he to argue. He smiled then began to say an immediate sold to the queen’s representative. But as normally happens in life, things happen. The young Venusian girl threw her hand up and shouted, “Seven thousand five hundred.” The crowd was stunned. She had already dropped a large sum on a slave and almost matched her original bid. However not one to miss an opportunity the Auctioneer slung back to the previous bidder shouting, “We have 7500! Do I have 8000?”
Naculo panicked as the conversation grew faster and faster. What could he do? He had to do something. Fear forced his breathing ragged as panic set in. He did the only thing he could do. He shut his eyes and started to sing. IT was a sad melancholy tune that had such an eerie tone in his native tongue. But the sound filled the entire area and almost seemed to put a spell over some. To what effect it actually did? Well only time will tell.
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Post by Queen Serenity on Mar 13, 2018 22:53:56 GMT -5
Damn the luck! No sooner had Elisavet made the bid for seven thousand-- nearly all her allotted funds-- than the other girl outbid her again! The auctioneer asked whether she would bid eight thousand, and not only did her face fall, but even her hair seemed to wilt in her disappointment. She would never win a blue slave for her queen at this rate!
Then the slave on the auction block started to sing a beautiful but very sad-sounding song that tugged at the young woman's heart, and she knew this was the one her queen must have. No matter what, she was going to bring this one home. She only hoped what she was about to do wouldn't cost her head.
Elisavet raised her hand and bid, "Twelve thousand!"
She knew the queen was good for the money. Of course she was-- she ran the whole solar system! But this bid was almost twice as much as she had been authorized to spend. If the queen were displeased with this slave, or with the price she paid for him if she won, she could have both their heads.
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Post by Princess Anemone on Mar 23, 2018 21:16:20 GMT -5
She couldn't believe what she was doing. An hour or so again she wasn't aware that the system had an active slave trade. Now, she was actively taking part in it? Anemone wondered if her parents had planned to tell her the truth about the system. Did this mean the servant in the palace were actually slaves? How many places on Venus took use of this system? No matter, it was something she would have to worry about later. She was certain there was no one present who really knew... well, aside from the slave traders perhaps?
Anemone had already made plans to take the first slave she bought back to Venus. There, they could be trained to be of some use to the palace. If they were skilled enough, maybe put to use in the gardens? Her father would often complain about the state of the plants.
The bid of twelve thousand caused Anemone to doubt herself even more.
She rose her hand up once again, "Thirteen thousand, good sir" Even though the princess knew her parents wouldn't get too upset with her sudden need to buy servants. (Or she hoped they wouldn't) Anemone had no real plans to keep up a long bidding war.
"Bidding aside, good sir. Do you often sell slaves to Venus?" Anemone asked the question seemed more important than the slowly growing bidding war.
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Post by Naculo Vendar on Mar 26, 2018 9:36:11 GMT -5
The slave could sing?!? The slave could sing!!!! The auctioneer couldn’t believe his luck. Not only could the slave sing but it was a sad song to. People ate that stuff up! This little slave might actually make his whole year. Oh the gods be praised this was going to be a good day. Immediately the royal representative shot her hand up and shouted “Twelve thousand!” This was going to be a very good day. Before he could even respond the Venusian girl shouted, “Thirteen Thousand!” Followed by the question. The auctioneer a bit puzzled replied, “I am certainly happy your pockets seem deeper than your knowledge of the world my lady.” The crowd chuckled. “Of course every brothel on Venus is supplied by our company. Only the best, beautiful, and exotic. In fact 90% percent of the females of these fine specimens are being purchased right now for Venus. If you excuse me my lady we are still in the middle of a sale.” In his greatest bombastic voice he cried out, “Thirteen thousand dear friends! Do I hear fourteen thousand for this jewel of the stars? He is easy on the eyes, his back is strong, and his voice will move statues to tears. Never will you find one such as this!”
Naculo had silenced the crowd for a moment only to see them continue with more fervor hands raising and voices shouting. He stood there in silence as the crowd continued anticipating his fate when he saw him. Fripona stood at the back of the crowd by a band of musicians. Fripona tossed some coin into their pan and a drum beat began. He mouthed one word, “Dance” and disappeared into a mist. Naculo stared in awe and listed to the beat. After a second he immediately started moving and dancing to the beat. Flipping and twirling with movement. All the while the auctioneer’s smile became even larger and cried out, “Do I have Fourteen Thousand?!”
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Post by Queen Serenity on Mar 27, 2018 18:45:01 GMT -5
Elisavet cursed under her breath when the same young woman outbid her once again. She could just imagine now how angry the queen would be, how she would be out for blood... Elisavet's blood, most likely. She really would be lucky if the queen let her keep her head after this. But if she would lose her head over bidding too much to win this alien slave, would she be in even more trouble if she lost him? Whoever won him would probably then proceed to parade him in front of the queen at every opportunity just to show off the acquisition. (Or at least Elisavet knew that was what she would do.) So now she was in a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. She could either keep bidding and lose her head over spending too much money on this slave, or she could stop bidding and lose her head for not winning this slave for the queen. She bit her lip. Now what should she do?
Meanwhile, the slave had begun to dance as well as sing, sending the room's occupants into even more of a fervor. How high was this bidding going to go before all this was over?
"Sixteen thousand!" she called out, trying her best not to let her uncertainty show in her voice.
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Post by Princess Anemone on Mar 30, 2018 0:29:20 GMT -5
Anemone hopped the man would say he had never sold to anyone on Venus, but deep down she knew that would not be the case. The stories and rumors about the various red light districts entered her thoughts. She heard that the workers were forced to pay back debts, while others had no choice… but slaves?
“Thanks for the quick bit of information, kind sir” she replied, trying her best to put on a fake smile. Maybe it was not as bad as she was making it out to be in her head? After all, he did not say he sold people directly to the palace? Anemone would probably feel even worse if she knew the staff was actually forced to work at the palace.
Her attention shifted back to the slave shortly after he started to sing and dance. For some reason this made her feel even more guilty about bidding. Anemone wondered who taught him? Or were these gifts something he learned on his own? No matter, the young princess now had more reason to keep bidding!
“Eighteen thousand!” she called out confidently.
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Post by Queen Serenity on Apr 11, 2018 20:37:50 GMT -5
The higher the bidding went, the more anxiety Elisavet felt. This was not her money she was bidding with, so she shouldn't be so willing to spend it so freely. But in her own mind it wasn't money she was bidding with anymore, but her own life, which she was holding in her hands.
So it was with a hint of renewed determination in her voice that she declared, "Twenty thousand!"
. . . And now she felt like she was about to throw up. Oh, dear gods, don't let anyone else outbid me this time, she silently pleaded. And if this slave had any other talents, she hoped he would keep them to himself until after the auction was over. If he also knew how to do acrobatics or speak to animals or- or- or the gods only knew what else, she would never be able to compete with the other bidders taking part in this auction.
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