The Queen Slave (2 page)

Neenah lay there as hands covered in soft terry gloves skimmed over her alabaster skin. The water, filled with bubbles and scented with a faint flowery fragrance, warmed her body. Amazingly, she began to relax, tension draining from her taut muscles.

“Ahh, I see the relaxilixir is working,” stated the young assistant who was soaping Neenah’s chest.

“Relaxilixir? What is that?”

“It’s a special substance we add to our bathwater. It’s very mild and just helps you to relax. We find it very helpful for the new concubines or girls who are about to be sold into slavery. The effects last for several hours.”

Neenah was indignant that they used the substance without her permission, but her body could not be coaxed into playing along. The relaxilixir was powerful enough her body remained relaxed even though her mind was in turmoil.

Sensing her righteous anger, the assistant spoke. “Do not worry; it just takes a little bit longer for the relaxilixir to reach your brain. You will still have your thoughts, but they will not be reactions as strong as the one you just had about the relaxilixir.”

“The assistant continued soaping Neenah’s chest, making circular strokes around her breasts. Another assistant worked on Neenah’s lower torso, slowly moving her soft gloved hands up Neenah’s shapely legs. The first assistant soaped Neenah’s arms and tummy, and then had Neenah sit up so she could do her back. Once she finished with that, Neenah lay back against the tub, and the assistant went back to soaping Neenah’s breasts. By this time, the second assistant had reached Neenah’s pussy and began running her gloved hand up and down the slit.

A strange tingling sensation started between her legs and traveled up to her breasts. The first assistant was soaping Neenah’s nipples, causing them to perk up in the steamy water and stand erect.”

“What are you doing to me? Why do I feel so weird?” Neenah asked.

“Your body is responding to our touches. Having your breasts and pussy caressed and played with causes you to feel good.”

Simya walked over to check on things and sharply reprimanded the assistants. “Stop messing around and get her prepared. We do not have time for you to have fun with this one. Get her out of that tub and get her shaved.”

Neenah was pulled out of the water and the assistants rubbed soft towels over her body, drying the dripping water from her skin. Then, she was led to a strange looking chair. The assistants gently pushed her into the chair, her body reclining against the back rest. Next, they grabbed her legs and put them up onto some attachments that caused her legs to be spread wide open and her ass to hang slightly off the seat. Her legs were then tied to the chair to keep her from being able to make any sudden movements.

“You need to try to remain as still as possible. We do not want to cut you.”

Neenah wondered why they were using such a barbaric instrument to shave her. They could have put her in a grooming chamber and the hair would be removed easily.

Again, as if she could read Neenah’s mind, the first assistant answered her questioning thought. “This is a concubine room. We are not allowed the use of such high tech equipment as a grooming chamber. Because of our station, we cannot use anything that might give us the false perception we are anything more than property.”

Neenah felt the strange sensation of the razor scratching over her skin, removing the bushy hair that grew between her legs and hid her virgin pussy. As the assistants’ fingers probed and pulled, exposing the nooks and crannies that sported hair, the weird and wonderful tingle once again made itself known.

“We’ve been told that you have no education about sex whatsoever, so we have been instructed to give you a basic lesson while we are shaving you,” said one of the assistants. “That way, if someone gives you an order, you won’t be totally confused. Though, if you are lucky, you will end up with a good master who will actually train you. Unfortunately, most just throw you in the sack and expect you to perform up to expectations.”

Touching Neenah’s pussy, the assistant said, “This is your pussy. Some will call it a cunt or a cunny. Your pussy has different parts. This little nub is your clit. When it is touched, it makes you feel very good. These are your lips.” Lightly stroking around the pussy entrance, the assistant said, “This is the opening to your pussy. It is where males will push inside you during sex.

“Down here is your asshole. Some owners like to push inside there during sex too. Also, if a male says anything about his cock or dick, he is referring to the long thing between his legs. Well, some are long, some are short. They come in all different sizes. Ok, that pretty much covers it. That should at least give you a basic understanding of what each thing is so you will not be totally lost when told to do something.”

The assistants finished the shaving and released Neenah from the chair. Simya returned and led Neenah over to the other corner where racks of clothing and shoes were located.

“As a new slave being sold into the sex market, you will be kept naked. That way, prospective buyers can see and inspect the merchandise. However, most like a little decoration, so we need to find you some heels that fit and do something with your hair. The fact that it is long and curly and its fiery color will up your price. It is funny; most Masters do not want hair on their slave’s body, but want lots on the head.”

Simya had Neenah sit on a soft stool beside the shoe racks and tried different pairs on her feet until she found one that looked good. Then, she led her to a chair and began to work on her hair. She washed and dried it, styling it by tying glittering ribbons to her curls. After that, she applied make up to Neenah’s face, completing her preparation.

“Now, you are ready to be sold. Come with me. I will take you to the slave inspection chamber.”

Simya led Neenah out of the concubine room, followed by one of the palace guards. They weaved through several stone walled corridors until finally coming to a stop in a small room adjoining a large circular room. The guard took her hands and wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists which were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, leaving just enough play in the chain for Neenah to keep her feet on the gray floor.

“Buyers are beginning to arrive on the planet now. Soon, they will be waiting in line to inspect you. The guard will remain in here with you to ensure that no one breaks the rules of inspection. Be prepared, for you will be touched and poked and prodded by those interested in buying you. I will leave you now. I wish you blessings that you are bought by a kind Master.” Simya walked out of the room, leaving Neenah alone with the guard.

About a half an hour passed, when Neenah heard footsteps coming towards the room.

“Looks like the first buyers are here to inspect you,” sneered the guard.

A humanoid couple entered the room and walked around Neenah.

“Please remember to put on gloves if you wish to inspect any of the slave’s holes,” instructed the guard.

“Very good,” muttered the woman as she ran her hands over Neenah’s body. “Nice large breasts and nipples, firm ass,” she continued as her soft hands cupped Neenah’s ass and then traveled up to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples.

“Has the slave been examined by a doctor to confirm her virginity?” asked the man.

“Not yet,” answered the guard. “He is scheduled to arrive any minute now to perform the exam and sign the official card.”

“Excellent,” said the man. “I do believe we will stay and bid on this fine specimen.”

A few minutes later a short, squat Narg entered the room carrying a large black bag. He turned and spoke to the guard. “Her ankles need to be cuffed and attached to the D-rings in the floor. Why hasn’t that already been done? Prospective buyers will want to be able to inspect all parts. It’s a good thing I came early. The Supreme Commander would not be happy if he found out that many prospective buyers had been in to inspect the slave and her legs were not spread open!”

The guard scurried over to where Neenah was hanging from the ceiling and secured her ankles in the cuffs that were already attached to the D-rings cemented in the floor. This spread Neenah’s legs so far apart that she felt like she was being split in half.

The doctor approached Neenah and knelt between her spread legs. Opening his bag, he removed a slim metal tube. “This would be much easier if done during the preparation stage with the slave on her back instead of during the inspection stage while she is hanging in shackles,” he grumbled.

He squeezed some clear liquid and applied it to the tube, then reached up and spread Neenah’s pussy lips apart. He slowly slid the tube into Neenah, stopping after it was in about an inch or so. Screwing the tube so that it opened slightly, the doctor leaned under and looked through the tube.

“Membrane is intact. The slave is a virgin,” the doctor said, removing the tube and slowly getting to his feet. “You may now inform prospective buyers she has been examined and the official physical description card can be found with the auctioneer,” the doctor told the guard and then hobbled out of the room.

Neenah began feeling anxious and scared and realized that the relaxilixer must have been wearing off. This confused her, because the attendant said its effects should be felt for several hours. She began fighting against the chains.

The guard noticed the difference in Neenah’s behavior and quickly radioed for the Supreme Commander, who had given orders to be notified of any complications.

Meanwhile, Neenah struggled against the heavy chains, knowing it was useless, but deciding she could not just hang there willingly while complete strangers stared at and touched her naked body.

A few moments later, the Supreme Commander walked into the room followed by Simya. “Why is this slave resisting? Didn’t you pour the relaxilixir into her bath like you were supposed to?”

“Yes, your Supreme, I even put a little bit extra in. This is highly unusual. The potion should not wear off for at least another four to five hours.”

“Has the potion ever been used on an Antharian before?” the Supreme Commander inquired.

“No, but it has been used on other humanoid species without any problems.”

“Well, obviously, something in the Antharians genetic make-up gives them a partial immunity to the potion, making it wear off much sooner than normal. Give her an injection and double the usual dose. That should keep her calm and compliant until after the auction. Her owner can deal with her after that.”

Simya walked over to Neenah and pushed the injector against her thigh.

“No!” Neenah protested, but it was futile. Simya engaged the injector, and the potion was injected into Neenah’s body.

“There now, you should start to relax in a couple of minutes. Please stop struggling; you will chafe your wrists and ankles.”

Before leaving the room, Simya walked over to the guard and handed him a long silver tube. “Once she has calmed down, check the skin under her restraints. If they are even a tiny bit red, put this ointment on them immediately. The Supreme Commander would not be happy to see red marks on this slave; it could bring down her selling price. The ointment is fast acting and should heal any rawness quite quickly.”

A warmth spread throughout Neenah’s body as the relaxilixer began to work, loosening the tension in her muscles and dulling her thoughts. Before she was fully under the effects of the powerful drug, Neenah had the fleeting thought that they should just knock her out so she would not have to endure the humiliation of further inspection and the auction. What she didn’t know was that the huge dosage that they just gave her would make the entire process pass with Neenah barely conscious of what was happening.

Once the guard was sure the potion was working, he applied the ointment to Neenah’s wrists and ankles. He did not see much redness but did not want to chance the Supreme Commander’s wrath. Once that was done, he reopened the inspection room to prospective buyers.

The next hour passed in a blur for Neenah. The double dose of the potion had caused Neenah to relax so sufficiently that she was only vaguely aware of the poking and prodding of her body by prospective buyers. The only thing about the entire process that stayed in her mind was the wide variety of races that flowed through the room. Obviously, people came from all over the galaxy for auctions such as this, and the fact that the slave in question was a Queen greatly increased the number of attendees.

Hand roamed over every crevice of her body. Her hair, nails, and teeth were examined for any sign of sickness. Her breasts and nipples were squeezed and pinched, poked and pulled. Many gloved fingers entered her ass and pussy, testing her tightness.

Neenah heard a booming voice announce that all buyers should gather in the auction room and that the auction would begin momentarily. The few prospective buyers still in the inspection room hurried into the auction arena, each hoping to be the winner at the end.

“Time to be sold,” jeered the guard as he walked over to Neenah and released her from the chains. He then led her out of the inspection room and into the large circular room used for auctions.

There was a large rotating dais in the middle of the room, and this is where Neenah was led. She was once again shackled to chains and then slowly rotated on the dais so all could get a good glimpse.

“Let the auction commence!” boomed a deep voice. “In a rare event, we have for your viewing pleasure a female Antharian, but this is no ordinary Antharian! I am sure most of you are aware of the recent conquest of Anthar by our Supreme Commander and his powerful Narg troops. Standing before you is one of the spoils of our victory.