Lottery
Chapter 5
By Mark J. Silva Jr
When Mark returned to his lab, he was greeted with a surprise. Sitting on a lab table was a beat up and damaged slip-grav driver. The plasma field carrier was burnt out, the loader was twisted, and the aiming computer had been removed but, none of that mattered, as the slip field generator was intact. Mark looked over at Stacy. She was a nice, soft spoken senior tech. Mark liked her.
“Stacy, grab a few hands. Let's get this thing broken down to the slip field generator. I want it out, and set in test mode.”
Techs moved in like flies on honey, and started the long task of breaking the gun down. After a first few minutes, one of the techs walked over to where Mark was working on another project and passed him a note card.
“Found this under it, Sir,”
Mark read the card and smiled.
'My techs tell me that the slip field generator in this still works. Please be careful with this- weapons are built to kill.'
It wasn't signed, but it had to be from Lisa. Mark looked at the card and placed it down, out of the way. Seconds later, the card was forgotten, and Mark was up to his eyeballs in coding.
Mark skipped lunch and was passing dinner when Heather entered the lab looking for him. Mark wasn't hard to find, he was the only male in the room, and was grease covered, at that.
“Mark?” she said.
But Mark was busy, focused on something under the chassis. Then there was a thunk and a click, and the slip field generator came to life and hummed away. At first, it seemed harmless; but after fifteen seconds… ten second longer than recommended… the slip field generator started overloading.
A split second, that was the difference! Heather yanked Mark out from the slip field generator, and jumped them both behind a shield wall just before the machine belched out a slip field and removed three feet of lab wall.
Mark popped up from behind the wall, furious.
“I needed that bubble!”
Heather looked at Mark and couldn't believe him, “You could have killed yourself!”
“I was just fine! I had it under control until you yanked me out from under it!”
“You want to power that thing up, get it in a containment room, and use a remote to operate it! For now, you are going to get cleaned up, and eat dinner. Madam is waiting for you.”
Mark crossed his arms and Heather held back a laugh. She couldn't help but think he was cute, with the grease on his face and that frown.
“Move, or I will carry you to a shower and scrub you raw!”
Mark took a step back, he knew Heather would do it, because she had done it before. Then he lowered his head in submission.
After a hot shower, Heather picked out a nice blue dress shirt and black jeans. She passed Mark a small container. Mark opened it and looked at her oddly.
“What is this?” he asked as he stared at two clear pieces of plastic inside a container filled with liquid.
“They're holoprojector contact lenses. It's old tech, but it will give you a heads up, like modern wetware can. Madam thought you might find these handy,” Heather said.
She put her finger in the liquid, and picked one of the lenses up. She lifted it out and held it before Mark.
“Hold your eye open, and I'll put this in for you.”
After the second one was in, and Mark blinked a few times, the sub-atomic computer built into them booted up. It started loading a bunch of settings. Then the first message showed up. Mark had to focus and think 'click accept icon.' When he did, the message unfolded and greeted him.
'Happy nineteenth birthday, blue eyes!'
Mark sat down on the bed, and Vicky ran over, checking on him. Mark was crying. Between his time in stasis, and on the post, Mark had lost track of the dates. Now, officially, his first year had passed as a slave.
'Someone' had remembered, and had taken the time to get him a gift for his birthday.
“I'm okay, Vicky,” he said as he wiped the tears from his face.
The dinner was awesome, and included some of the most tender steak Mark had ever tasted. Lisa had set up a private room for her and Mark simply to have a quiet dinner, and he was having a great time with it and with the wine. Mark was tipsy, and Lisa thought it was cute to see Mark getting drunk.
“Now, Mark, I have decided something that you may not like, right away.”
Mark look up at her.
“Starting next week, I have authorized 'collections' to be taken from you.”
Mark's fork dropped and clinked, as it fell from his hand and bounced off of the plate.
Males were still needed for the human race, to survive. It still took both male and female genomes to conceive a child. But there were not enough males to have only one woman per male. Besides, ninety nine point nine percent of males were owned, by the age of fourteen.
Of those, most mothers never meant to have, nor even ever wanted, sex with a male. The children were conceived through Artificial Insemination. Mark had never been through a 'collection,' but he'd heard rumors. Many of them didn't end well for the male involved.
Lisa read Mark's expression. She was hoping he'd take the news a little better.
“It will not be bad, Mark. We have been doing this for a thousand years. Besides you should have been expecting this to happen. Do you think I could honestly lock you and your blue eyes away, and give no other lady a chance at a blue-eyed baby?”
“But… will it hurt?”
“Oh, I can promise it won't hurt you one bit. Although I know it will be embarrassing, to have someone handle you that way. Your father was the same way, his first time.”
Mark went from a worried look to one of surprise, “You knew my dad?”
Lisa watched Mark's face as she replied, “Yes, I knew your father. There are not many blue eyed people around. Your dad was a lot like you: so smart, and so delicate… like a Martian sand doll. His white skin burnt easily in the sun, just like yours does. Sadly, his first owner was a cheap wench, and his wetware was defective. When I got him he was having seizures, and could barely walk. But he was so smart and good natured. He was twenty-seven, and never once had he been 'collected.' So I set things up. I was there when the crew came in. He enjoyed himself. That night, after I checked on him, he had a stroke. The next morning, I found him with a smile on his face.”
Mark sat there, not knowing what to do. Lisa got up and walked around the table. She sat on its edge, and gently pulled Mark up and into her arms.
“When your mom came to me, asking for help, I was very surprised to learn you were Kenny's son. But she still had the Sire Card. On it, was my sales contact info, and a warranty of live birth. It was a simple check to make sure of the fact, but you are your father's son.”
Lisa picked up Mark chin and looked into his eyes.
“You would have made him so proud. So you see, it was a simple choice on my behalf, to buy you. Even at five times your market value, you have proven to be one of my best investments, ever.”
Mark didn't know how to react. Then Lisa picked up his glass of wine, and placed it at his lips.
“Tonight, you should be happy! Now enjoy your wine, and let's get you to bed.”
* * * *
Tina passed Mark a pill that was suppose to help with his hangover. Lisa made sure Mark drank just about the whole bottle of water, and she personally carried Mark to his room and tucked him in for the night.
As Mark sat up, Vicky placed a tray on the bed with breakfast on it. Mark ate slowly not to sure what the hangover would do. By the time he finished his milk, his head was feeling better, and Mark was ready to get back to work.
“Mark, you have an appointment at nine this morning, in Doctor Reading's office,” Tina said as she placed a small container with the contact lenses in it, on the tray.
Mark showered and looked at his choices of clothing. He didn’t want to wear the tight fitting jeans or the uniform today. He wanted to be comfortable, for once. He pulled out a 'day gown.' It was a robe for wearing around your home. It wrapped around your body, and kept you warm. It wasn't something he would risk wearing to the lab, though. There were too many things for it to snag; and if it got greasy, he'd never get it clean again. But for inside the post and walking through a few corridors, it would do just fine.
The idea seemed sound, but walking down the hallway Mark passed a few Marines. He received a few cat calls, and was groped a few times. It was all friendly and though no one was out to hurt him, he was feeling very uncomfortable by the time he got to his appointment.
Like other doctor's appointments, Mark felt used, afterward. He was poked, prodded, measured, weighed, and he'd had blood drawn. The doctor told him he needed to put on more weight. If he didn't, she would put in for a new diet plan, and make him gain weight.
When Mark returned to his room, he found two females he didn't know, with a rack full of dresses.
“Excuse me. I think your looking for Brent, he in Searai Wing,”
The bathroom door opened and Lisa stepped out, “Ahh, you're back. What do you think of the dresses?”
Mark looked at the dress as it dawned on him.
“Um… I… I can't wear them in a lab?”
Lisa laughed and said, “No, I think not. But there is a dinner tonight, and you are coming.”
“But I… I have work to do,” Mark said, hoping not to have to wear a dress.
Lisa crossed her arms and gave Mark a hard look as she said, “You will not be working for at least a week, after what you did to my lab!”
“But I have projects that…”
“It is decided! The lab is closed until it has been repaired, There is a dinner tonight, with some of the local settlement people, and Field Marshal Rohond. As one of only three males here, you are attending this dinner. You will dance, and enjoy it,” Lisa said.
She walked over and picked out a baby blue dress. It had an open back and a slit down the right side to expose Mark's leg.
“I think this will show off your nice flat tummy, and accentuate your eyes.”
One of the other ladies walked over and started removing Mark's day gown. but he held it closed firmly. Mark knew of other guys wearing dresses. It was very common place, but Mark had never worn one. He was always too active. A dress just wasn't what he wanted to wear.
“Come on! We can't fit the dress if you don't try it on,” the lady said.
“I… I was just at the doctor's office. I… I don't have anything on under this,” Mark said in hopes of an 'out.'
“You spend a day at the beach, naked, in front of hundreds of Marines; and now you're shy?” Lisa said as she walked over to Mark.
Lisa, like most females, was about seven feet tall. She had broad shoulders, and dark skin, with a touch of Asian in eyes that were dark brown. Her forearm was thicker than Mark's neck and her military life style kept her in top physical shape. Lisa grabbed the day gown and slowly opened it up exposing Mark in all his glory.
Looking over at Tina, who looked nervous, she said, “Grab him some underwear. Something light colored.”
Tina quickly went through Mark's clothing, and returned with a pair of red silk boxers. Lisa looked at them.
“Doesn't he have anything prettier?”
“No, Madam. Mark has four uniforms, two casual outfits, and his day gown,” Vicky said.
Lisa thought an order for a few things, and sent it via her internal com to Andrea, to go pick up at a local store.
“Okay, these will do, for now. Tomorrow, I will take you shopping, Mark. We'll get you some nice things to wear,”
Mark swallowed. He didn't like dresses, and didn't want 'nice' things to wear. He just wanted to get back to work.
They spent the next hour fitting a few of the dresses. Mark was happy that no one stuck him with a pin. Then Andrea showed up with the lingerie for Mark. Lisa kept a laugh to herself from the horrified look on Mark's face, but she went though what Andrea had brought. She picked out a lacy pair of white panties.
“I think these will do just fine, under that dress.”
The dress was tight. Mark felt like he couldn't breathe right in it and when the light hit him just right the dress was translucent enough that you could almost see through it. The back was open but laced together tightly. In the front was a diamond shaped opening, that showed off his stomach and belly button. The skirt went all the way down to his ankles, and the slit on the side made the dress cold to wear.
Mark stepped through the doorway and found himself standing with Brent and Johnny. They seemed very happy in their dresses, and excited to be at the dinner.
“I can't wait till we start dancing,” Johnny said.
“Dance?” Mark questioned.
“Oh, yeah! We get to dance and mingle with the post and settlements guests. Then there will be an Auction of Exchange, right after the dance,” Brent said.
“We are going to be auctioned off?” Mark was feeling sick at the thought of being auctioned off.
“Well, only for the one night. It's all in good fun, and we get to spend the night with someone else besides our owners,” Johnny said excitedly.
Before Mark could say anything else, Lisa came over and took his hand. She led Mark over to a table, and held the seat for him to sit down. Lisa sat and ordered dinner for both of them. Mark sat silently and Lisa notice that when dinner was placed in front of him he only poked at it.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I don't want to be auctioned off,” Mark said in just above a whisper.
“Look, Mark, it's only for one night. Then you'll be returned safety back to me. This is done so you get a chance to experience other women. It is meant to expand your horizons.”
The dance floor cleared, and new music started. To Mark's surprise, Robin Ozland came and stood beside Mark.
“General Bradly, may I borrow Mark for this dance?”
The dancing was slow, and Mark changed partners a few times. He was now dancing with one of the ladies from the local settlement. She had a habit of consistently squeezing Mark's ass hard making him flinch.
“Pretty boy, I hope to win you tonight,” she whispered in Mark's ear, in a drawl that sounded like an old western cowboy. Then she pinched his ass again and Mark yelped in pain. It was a hard pinch, and Mark was sure it would leave a bruise.
Then two Marines Mark knew appeared beside them.
“I think it's someone else's turn to dance with him,” the Marine on the right said, as the one on the left took the ladies hands off Mark's waist and whooshed him around.
After dancing a good twenty feet away, the Marine brushed Mark's hair from his face and asked, “Are you okay?”
Mark looked up and found himself looking into her green eyes. They were smiling down at him.
“I will be, and thanks.”
They danced for a few more minutes before he was traded off to the other Marine that stopped the lady from pinching the hide off of him. Then as the music stopped Mark found himself center stage with Brent, Johnny and two other males he didn't know. They had been lined up, so most of the diners could see them from their seats.
“Okay, ladies, it's auction time!” an Asian looking lady said as she walked out from the side holding a long pointer.
“As you all know, this auction is for one night, only. You will receive your prize as you win your bidding. You will have until ten in the morning to have your way with him. And as you see, we have a special treat, tonight: a blue eyed wonder, who will be the last one up for auction.”
Mark felt like a piece of meat, standing up there in front of a pack of starving dogs.
“First up is Alex. This young man is from Williamton settlement, and is sixteen years old. He's a proven stud that has sired nine children. He has large brown eyes and a flawless chocolate skin. Ladies, he will keep you warm tonight, with his one hundred and eighty pounds of cuddly fun.”
Mark watched as Alex was auctioned off. Then came Johnny's turn, and some news that Mark wasn't expecting.
“Now, ladies, this young lad is twenty six yours old, with beautiful Asian eyes and a light brown complexion. He was 'fixed,' last year, and is ready to entertain you all night long. His auction is for full ownership, and will start at sixty thousand credits.”
Mark watched as Johnny was moved forward. His dress was ripped off of him and his underclothing along with it.
Mark watched as the bidding went on and it wasn't good. Johnny was 'fixed,' meaning he could no longer sire a child. He was way out of shape, with a big gut to boot. After some time he sold for only fifteen hundred credits.
Then it was Mark's turn. Before the bidding, a few ladies came up to inspect him. Unlike the rest who had been bid upon, Mark was truly new. The bidders wanted to know what they would be getting. So, for a few minutes, Mark was felt up and groped. Then they cleared away, and the auctioneer started her chant.
“Mark, here, is Earth born, and had never been out to stud. He is a healthy ninety six pounds, and is nineteen years old. His lily white skin has a few minor scars, but as you all can see, he has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. His owner has stated that he is respectful and unaltered, with no wetware whatsoever. He is also very intelligent. The bidding will start at five thousand credits, for one night.”
Mark sold, for the night, at sixty-seven thousand three hundred credits. It was the highest ever at the local auction, for just one night. After the auction, Mark could not stop smiling. He was taken over to a local woman. Mark was surprised, because she had to be in her nineties.
“Hello, Madam.”
“Sit and relax. I hope you enjoyed your auction,” she said.
“I'm not too sure, Madam.”
“Let me guess. You not sure why an old lady like me would spend so much on you?" When Mark nodded she continued, saying, "Well, my dear, I have a granddaughter whose birthday is today. You are her gift for the night.”
“Stacy, grab a few hands. Let's get this thing broken down to the slip field generator. I want it out, and set in test mode.”
Techs moved in like flies on honey, and started the long task of breaking the gun down. After a first few minutes, one of the techs walked over to where Mark was working on another project and passed him a note card.
“Found this under it, Sir,”
Mark read the card and smiled.
'My techs tell me that the slip field generator in this still works. Please be careful with this- weapons are built to kill.'
It wasn't signed, but it had to be from Lisa. Mark looked at the card and placed it down, out of the way. Seconds later, the card was forgotten, and Mark was up to his eyeballs in coding.
Mark skipped lunch and was passing dinner when Heather entered the lab looking for him. Mark wasn't hard to find, he was the only male in the room, and was grease covered, at that.
“Mark?” she said.
But Mark was busy, focused on something under the chassis. Then there was a thunk and a click, and the slip field generator came to life and hummed away. At first, it seemed harmless; but after fifteen seconds… ten second longer than recommended… the slip field generator started overloading.
A split second, that was the difference! Heather yanked Mark out from the slip field generator, and jumped them both behind a shield wall just before the machine belched out a slip field and removed three feet of lab wall.
Mark popped up from behind the wall, furious.
“I needed that bubble!”
Heather looked at Mark and couldn't believe him, “You could have killed yourself!”
“I was just fine! I had it under control until you yanked me out from under it!”
“You want to power that thing up, get it in a containment room, and use a remote to operate it! For now, you are going to get cleaned up, and eat dinner. Madam is waiting for you.”
Mark crossed his arms and Heather held back a laugh. She couldn't help but think he was cute, with the grease on his face and that frown.
“Move, or I will carry you to a shower and scrub you raw!”
Mark took a step back, he knew Heather would do it, because she had done it before. Then he lowered his head in submission.
After a hot shower, Heather picked out a nice blue dress shirt and black jeans. She passed Mark a small container. Mark opened it and looked at her oddly.
“What is this?” he asked as he stared at two clear pieces of plastic inside a container filled with liquid.
“They're holoprojector contact lenses. It's old tech, but it will give you a heads up, like modern wetware can. Madam thought you might find these handy,” Heather said.
She put her finger in the liquid, and picked one of the lenses up. She lifted it out and held it before Mark.
“Hold your eye open, and I'll put this in for you.”
After the second one was in, and Mark blinked a few times, the sub-atomic computer built into them booted up. It started loading a bunch of settings. Then the first message showed up. Mark had to focus and think 'click accept icon.' When he did, the message unfolded and greeted him.
'Happy nineteenth birthday, blue eyes!'
Mark sat down on the bed, and Vicky ran over, checking on him. Mark was crying. Between his time in stasis, and on the post, Mark had lost track of the dates. Now, officially, his first year had passed as a slave.
'Someone' had remembered, and had taken the time to get him a gift for his birthday.
“I'm okay, Vicky,” he said as he wiped the tears from his face.
The dinner was awesome, and included some of the most tender steak Mark had ever tasted. Lisa had set up a private room for her and Mark simply to have a quiet dinner, and he was having a great time with it and with the wine. Mark was tipsy, and Lisa thought it was cute to see Mark getting drunk.
“Now, Mark, I have decided something that you may not like, right away.”
Mark look up at her.
“Starting next week, I have authorized 'collections' to be taken from you.”
Mark's fork dropped and clinked, as it fell from his hand and bounced off of the plate.
Males were still needed for the human race, to survive. It still took both male and female genomes to conceive a child. But there were not enough males to have only one woman per male. Besides, ninety nine point nine percent of males were owned, by the age of fourteen.
Of those, most mothers never meant to have, nor even ever wanted, sex with a male. The children were conceived through Artificial Insemination. Mark had never been through a 'collection,' but he'd heard rumors. Many of them didn't end well for the male involved.
Lisa read Mark's expression. She was hoping he'd take the news a little better.
“It will not be bad, Mark. We have been doing this for a thousand years. Besides you should have been expecting this to happen. Do you think I could honestly lock you and your blue eyes away, and give no other lady a chance at a blue-eyed baby?”
“But… will it hurt?”
“Oh, I can promise it won't hurt you one bit. Although I know it will be embarrassing, to have someone handle you that way. Your father was the same way, his first time.”
Mark went from a worried look to one of surprise, “You knew my dad?”
Lisa watched Mark's face as she replied, “Yes, I knew your father. There are not many blue eyed people around. Your dad was a lot like you: so smart, and so delicate… like a Martian sand doll. His white skin burnt easily in the sun, just like yours does. Sadly, his first owner was a cheap wench, and his wetware was defective. When I got him he was having seizures, and could barely walk. But he was so smart and good natured. He was twenty-seven, and never once had he been 'collected.' So I set things up. I was there when the crew came in. He enjoyed himself. That night, after I checked on him, he had a stroke. The next morning, I found him with a smile on his face.”
Mark sat there, not knowing what to do. Lisa got up and walked around the table. She sat on its edge, and gently pulled Mark up and into her arms.
“When your mom came to me, asking for help, I was very surprised to learn you were Kenny's son. But she still had the Sire Card. On it, was my sales contact info, and a warranty of live birth. It was a simple check to make sure of the fact, but you are your father's son.”
Lisa picked up Mark chin and looked into his eyes.
“You would have made him so proud. So you see, it was a simple choice on my behalf, to buy you. Even at five times your market value, you have proven to be one of my best investments, ever.”
Mark didn't know how to react. Then Lisa picked up his glass of wine, and placed it at his lips.
“Tonight, you should be happy! Now enjoy your wine, and let's get you to bed.”
* * * *
Tina passed Mark a pill that was suppose to help with his hangover. Lisa made sure Mark drank just about the whole bottle of water, and she personally carried Mark to his room and tucked him in for the night.
As Mark sat up, Vicky placed a tray on the bed with breakfast on it. Mark ate slowly not to sure what the hangover would do. By the time he finished his milk, his head was feeling better, and Mark was ready to get back to work.
“Mark, you have an appointment at nine this morning, in Doctor Reading's office,” Tina said as she placed a small container with the contact lenses in it, on the tray.
Mark showered and looked at his choices of clothing. He didn’t want to wear the tight fitting jeans or the uniform today. He wanted to be comfortable, for once. He pulled out a 'day gown.' It was a robe for wearing around your home. It wrapped around your body, and kept you warm. It wasn't something he would risk wearing to the lab, though. There were too many things for it to snag; and if it got greasy, he'd never get it clean again. But for inside the post and walking through a few corridors, it would do just fine.
The idea seemed sound, but walking down the hallway Mark passed a few Marines. He received a few cat calls, and was groped a few times. It was all friendly and though no one was out to hurt him, he was feeling very uncomfortable by the time he got to his appointment.
Like other doctor's appointments, Mark felt used, afterward. He was poked, prodded, measured, weighed, and he'd had blood drawn. The doctor told him he needed to put on more weight. If he didn't, she would put in for a new diet plan, and make him gain weight.
When Mark returned to his room, he found two females he didn't know, with a rack full of dresses.
“Excuse me. I think your looking for Brent, he in Searai Wing,”
The bathroom door opened and Lisa stepped out, “Ahh, you're back. What do you think of the dresses?”
Mark looked at the dress as it dawned on him.
“Um… I… I can't wear them in a lab?”
Lisa laughed and said, “No, I think not. But there is a dinner tonight, and you are coming.”
“But I… I have work to do,” Mark said, hoping not to have to wear a dress.
Lisa crossed her arms and gave Mark a hard look as she said, “You will not be working for at least a week, after what you did to my lab!”
“But I have projects that…”
“It is decided! The lab is closed until it has been repaired, There is a dinner tonight, with some of the local settlement people, and Field Marshal Rohond. As one of only three males here, you are attending this dinner. You will dance, and enjoy it,” Lisa said.
She walked over and picked out a baby blue dress. It had an open back and a slit down the right side to expose Mark's leg.
“I think this will show off your nice flat tummy, and accentuate your eyes.”
One of the other ladies walked over and started removing Mark's day gown. but he held it closed firmly. Mark knew of other guys wearing dresses. It was very common place, but Mark had never worn one. He was always too active. A dress just wasn't what he wanted to wear.
“Come on! We can't fit the dress if you don't try it on,” the lady said.
“I… I was just at the doctor's office. I… I don't have anything on under this,” Mark said in hopes of an 'out.'
“You spend a day at the beach, naked, in front of hundreds of Marines; and now you're shy?” Lisa said as she walked over to Mark.
Lisa, like most females, was about seven feet tall. She had broad shoulders, and dark skin, with a touch of Asian in eyes that were dark brown. Her forearm was thicker than Mark's neck and her military life style kept her in top physical shape. Lisa grabbed the day gown and slowly opened it up exposing Mark in all his glory.
Looking over at Tina, who looked nervous, she said, “Grab him some underwear. Something light colored.”
Tina quickly went through Mark's clothing, and returned with a pair of red silk boxers. Lisa looked at them.
“Doesn't he have anything prettier?”
“No, Madam. Mark has four uniforms, two casual outfits, and his day gown,” Vicky said.
Lisa thought an order for a few things, and sent it via her internal com to Andrea, to go pick up at a local store.
“Okay, these will do, for now. Tomorrow, I will take you shopping, Mark. We'll get you some nice things to wear,”
Mark swallowed. He didn't like dresses, and didn't want 'nice' things to wear. He just wanted to get back to work.
They spent the next hour fitting a few of the dresses. Mark was happy that no one stuck him with a pin. Then Andrea showed up with the lingerie for Mark. Lisa kept a laugh to herself from the horrified look on Mark's face, but she went though what Andrea had brought. She picked out a lacy pair of white panties.
“I think these will do just fine, under that dress.”
The dress was tight. Mark felt like he couldn't breathe right in it and when the light hit him just right the dress was translucent enough that you could almost see through it. The back was open but laced together tightly. In the front was a diamond shaped opening, that showed off his stomach and belly button. The skirt went all the way down to his ankles, and the slit on the side made the dress cold to wear.
Mark stepped through the doorway and found himself standing with Brent and Johnny. They seemed very happy in their dresses, and excited to be at the dinner.
“I can't wait till we start dancing,” Johnny said.
“Dance?” Mark questioned.
“Oh, yeah! We get to dance and mingle with the post and settlements guests. Then there will be an Auction of Exchange, right after the dance,” Brent said.
“We are going to be auctioned off?” Mark was feeling sick at the thought of being auctioned off.
“Well, only for the one night. It's all in good fun, and we get to spend the night with someone else besides our owners,” Johnny said excitedly.
Before Mark could say anything else, Lisa came over and took his hand. She led Mark over to a table, and held the seat for him to sit down. Lisa sat and ordered dinner for both of them. Mark sat silently and Lisa notice that when dinner was placed in front of him he only poked at it.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I don't want to be auctioned off,” Mark said in just above a whisper.
“Look, Mark, it's only for one night. Then you'll be returned safety back to me. This is done so you get a chance to experience other women. It is meant to expand your horizons.”
The dance floor cleared, and new music started. To Mark's surprise, Robin Ozland came and stood beside Mark.
“General Bradly, may I borrow Mark for this dance?”
The dancing was slow, and Mark changed partners a few times. He was now dancing with one of the ladies from the local settlement. She had a habit of consistently squeezing Mark's ass hard making him flinch.
“Pretty boy, I hope to win you tonight,” she whispered in Mark's ear, in a drawl that sounded like an old western cowboy. Then she pinched his ass again and Mark yelped in pain. It was a hard pinch, and Mark was sure it would leave a bruise.
Then two Marines Mark knew appeared beside them.
“I think it's someone else's turn to dance with him,” the Marine on the right said, as the one on the left took the ladies hands off Mark's waist and whooshed him around.
After dancing a good twenty feet away, the Marine brushed Mark's hair from his face and asked, “Are you okay?”
Mark looked up and found himself looking into her green eyes. They were smiling down at him.
“I will be, and thanks.”
They danced for a few more minutes before he was traded off to the other Marine that stopped the lady from pinching the hide off of him. Then as the music stopped Mark found himself center stage with Brent, Johnny and two other males he didn't know. They had been lined up, so most of the diners could see them from their seats.
“Okay, ladies, it's auction time!” an Asian looking lady said as she walked out from the side holding a long pointer.
“As you all know, this auction is for one night, only. You will receive your prize as you win your bidding. You will have until ten in the morning to have your way with him. And as you see, we have a special treat, tonight: a blue eyed wonder, who will be the last one up for auction.”
Mark felt like a piece of meat, standing up there in front of a pack of starving dogs.
“First up is Alex. This young man is from Williamton settlement, and is sixteen years old. He's a proven stud that has sired nine children. He has large brown eyes and a flawless chocolate skin. Ladies, he will keep you warm tonight, with his one hundred and eighty pounds of cuddly fun.”
Mark watched as Alex was auctioned off. Then came Johnny's turn, and some news that Mark wasn't expecting.
“Now, ladies, this young lad is twenty six yours old, with beautiful Asian eyes and a light brown complexion. He was 'fixed,' last year, and is ready to entertain you all night long. His auction is for full ownership, and will start at sixty thousand credits.”
Mark watched as Johnny was moved forward. His dress was ripped off of him and his underclothing along with it.
Mark watched as the bidding went on and it wasn't good. Johnny was 'fixed,' meaning he could no longer sire a child. He was way out of shape, with a big gut to boot. After some time he sold for only fifteen hundred credits.
Then it was Mark's turn. Before the bidding, a few ladies came up to inspect him. Unlike the rest who had been bid upon, Mark was truly new. The bidders wanted to know what they would be getting. So, for a few minutes, Mark was felt up and groped. Then they cleared away, and the auctioneer started her chant.
“Mark, here, is Earth born, and had never been out to stud. He is a healthy ninety six pounds, and is nineteen years old. His lily white skin has a few minor scars, but as you all can see, he has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. His owner has stated that he is respectful and unaltered, with no wetware whatsoever. He is also very intelligent. The bidding will start at five thousand credits, for one night.”
Mark sold, for the night, at sixty-seven thousand three hundred credits. It was the highest ever at the local auction, for just one night. After the auction, Mark could not stop smiling. He was taken over to a local woman. Mark was surprised, because she had to be in her nineties.
“Hello, Madam.”
“Sit and relax. I hope you enjoyed your auction,” she said.
“I'm not too sure, Madam.”
“Let me guess. You not sure why an old lady like me would spend so much on you?" When Mark nodded she continued, saying, "Well, my dear, I have a granddaughter whose birthday is today. You are her gift for the night.”