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That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW]

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Rhi-Rhi:
[thread trigger warning: rape, torture, and violence.]

To say Esha wasn't scared out of her wits was an understatement.

She knew how the Rivideans treated their slaves, and the consequences for being outed as a spy would be especially gruesome. She wouldn't just be killed cleanly; no doubt, she would be made an example of, very publicly and very, very painfully. Her only consolation was that her group had done their research; they would be selling her to an older brute, a high ranked Carnotan "warmasta" that was harsh, but had since lost his taste for carnal pleasures after a brutal accident that had left him without a leg--and without his genitals. He still kept concubines, for they were visually stimulating at least and could tend to domestic chores. But they were something he hoarded like a dragon and kept to himself but could not have--but he also wasn't going to let anyone else have them, either.

It wouldn't keep Esha safe, for his temper was terrible, but it would at least be one less thing she had to worry about. The intergalactic slaver Esha was with, a bored human who had stakes in neither side of the war, had his orders. Sell to no one but the intended target. Intel had it that he was out today, looking for a new beauty to add to his collection.

They just had to find him. Wouldn't be hard. He stood out.

"Just keep your trap shut, missy," the slaver, Ben, said as they walked. "These guys are mean. Don't speak unless spoken to. Keep your eyes down," he added with a small jerk on the chain. Esha jumped, realizing she was staring at the sights around them and gawking like a tourist, and quickly locked her gaze on the ground.

"If you're given an order, do it. Fast. Without question. You're soft and pretty, and they like soft and pretty, but there's plenty of soft, pretty slaves to replace you. Don't forget that. You're expendable to them. And you get caught, you're dead. But not before they've made you talk. And they will."

Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. Esha shivered as she walked, and not just because she was used to a far hotter climate--and was dressed for it, too, in her thin skirt, sandals, and midriff-baring top. Yet, despite the cooler air, she was sweating--perhaps because walking felt a little more laborious from the different gravity. Suddenly, the collar around her neck, connecting to the shackles around her wrists, felt especially constricting. What if...what if she couldn't do this? What if she wasn't as brave as she'd felt when she'd agreed to this crazy plan?

The brief glimpse she'd gotten of the world around her, at the other milling slaves, at the fierce, giant Rivideans, made her doubt herself. A lot. Her group had said they'd extract her once she got the information, or if she found she just couldn't do it, but what if they couldn't?

She felt a little dizzy, her breath coming too fast and heart beating wildly. No, she could do this. She had to...

And how many of those Feylini slaves were also spies?

Worse, how many weren't? How many were also on the enemy side?

"Just act good and obedient and let me do the talking," Ben said. "After that, it's all you."

Daglobster:
Indeed, the auction yards at the Rividean spaceport of LaunchPadd were alight with activity that day. Not only with ben's shipment,but an entirely new shipment of terrified Feylini slaves was being brought in that day.

Rivideans of all shapes and sizes were bustling about, looking for slaves to buy, skulls to crack, or goodies to snatch. The sounds of auctions were all around them, with boisterous auctioneers yelling prices into microphones and buyers clamoring with valuable pieces of scrap and coins made of precious metals. It was chaos. Smelly, loud, and violent chaos. But Esha wasn't destined for these minor auctions. No, choice goods like hers? She was going up onto Da Big Stage, where the best slaves were offered to only the most discerning customers.

With her acute ears, she'd be able to hear a few comments and bits of conversation, like:

"Choice cut, dat one. Prolly' gonna grace Da Big Stage. Not fer long, methinks."

and:

"Heard Da Unmortal's in Launchpadd."

"He buyin' longears?"

"Heard ol' Peg-Leg's comin' to town. LaunchPadd's Da Unmortal's turf."

"Dat'll be fun."

And so on and so forth.

Rhi-Rhi:
Esha could hardly make any sense of what she heard. Da Unmortal? Peg-Leg? Well...Peg-Leg must be her, ah...man.

She stole a quick glance up at Ben, wanting to speak, wanting to ask him so many questions, but she'd lost her opportunity. She looked back down at the ground ahead of her again and willed herself to calm down. Just...calm down. It would be okay. She was going to Peg-Leg, and that was about as safe as she could be in a place like this. If she kept her head down, she could just do her job and get out. The sooner, the better.

It didn't calm her nerves much, though. What if...what if this Warmasta got bored of his slaves and ate them, too? She'd heard some Rivideans did, but...

Calm, Esha. Be brave.

They finally came to a quieter place in the auction block--well, quieter for Rividea. Here, the stages looked better kept, the slaves she caught sight of out of the corner of her eye in better condition, and even the Rivideans looked less scrappy. More powerful. There were far more Carnotans here, which made her shudder; they were so huge, each inch of them deadly.

And then, a quick glance up and she saw Ben was leading her to Da Big Stage.

The last auction had just finished up, and Ben spoke briefly with the Carnotan running the show before returning his attention to her.

"The mark's in the crowd, just do what I said," he whispered to Esha quickly, her sensitive ears picking up what another person wouldn't have. And then Ben smiled lewdly to cover it up and gave her bottom a smack that made her squeak.

"Make me rich!" he told her for all to hear, before he handed her leash off to the auction runner.

Daglobster:
The auction runner was lean, shifty looking Raptian with bottle-bottom goggles and an armored leather coat that  attempted to show off whatever muscle he had. He took her leash into his claws, and pulled her closer. This Raptian in particular was just an inch taller than her. he smiled at her giving her a nice view of his set of golden fangs.

The trader licked his teeth, and snatched her wrist up in one of his claws. He looked at her arm, then at her face, and then forcefully grabbed her cheeks to force her mouth open, peering into it for a few seconds.

"All her teeth..." he muttered to himself, and then he glanced up to her ears. Smiling, seemingly satisfied with his work, tugged her out onto the stage. A lowly looking Parasorian handed him a microphone, and he snatched it up, hissing for the servant to get off the stage afterwards.

"Right then, lads!" the Raptian said, and then lifted the microphone up to his lips.

"Dis fine piece is Choice Cut, so if you ain't got da scrap or da gold, clear out!"

A few members of the crowd left, grumbling, leaving only the elite there, all staring up at her with hungry eyes and grinning mouths.

"Nice, able cut we's got 'ere. Got all her teeth, got healthy bones!"

He yanked on her chain so that she stood sideways.

"And just look at dat ass o' hers! Who wants 'er?"

And immediately, the clamor for a bid started. The Raptian turned his sole focus to the crowd, to try and pick out the best offer.

Rhi-Rhi:
Esha felt sick, being handled like a piece of meat like that, but she kept her mouth shut even as she trembled. She didn't have to fake fear and submission--she was glad she'd emptied her bladder before they'd landed, or she might be having an issue right now! But Ben was there. It was his job to only accept bids from Peg-Leg, and close the auction once sold to him.

Didn't mean she was any less freaked, though! It was one thing to agree to the mission before being in the thick of it, easy to be brave when she was back home. Now that she was here, getting examined by a predator, and then made to turn this way, her "assets" shouted out to the crowd...

It was utterly dehumanizing.

She wanted it to end already, before she lost her nerve completely.

And then, suddenly, a booming voice rang out, calling out a price that must have been impressive judging by the Raptian's reaction. A quick sideways glance, and she caught sight of a Carnotan.

A Carnotan whose weight was pitched just to the side, favoring his right leg.

Peg-Leg?

Thank gods!

Hurry up! Close the deal! she silently begged, her face hot with mortification. Even though she was still clothed, and in her usual get-up, she felt utterly exposed in front of all those cold eyes.

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