New Gomorrah - Slave Auction: A Girl of Refinement
Written by madvlad
In the future, a world far from Earth was colonized by humans. Its original designation was simply C74-A210ZB, based on a galactic charting directory. After a few decades, it earned the appropriately inspired name, New Gomorrah.
Like its biblical namesake, it is a den of iniquity paradoxically combined with centers of culture and learning. Anything is available to the highest bidder - or simply taken by force or by subterfuge. Among the most prized commodity among all races are young human females. By quirks of biology, they can be easily used for breeding purposes for a variety of species as well as for sexual pleasure.
Mara didn't understand debts and foreclosures and crime syndicates. But it was a combination of those that had left her parents dead and her in the cargo hold of a freighter inbound to a planet called New Gomorrah. The seven year-old did understand that she was now property to be sold at auction.
It was the same as with the others in the hold. Most of them were human and all but one was miserable. The sole exception was an older girl named Shari who was twelve years old. She was very friendly with the freighter's captain, apparently, and was often removed from the hold for long periods that others said was the ship's night time. Mara couldn't tell day from night as the hold was constantly bathed in the same dim red glow at all hours.
When Shari returned, she always seemed quite content. And unlike the others, she hadn't dropped weight during the voyage so she must have been eating well during her long stretches with the captain.
Where were quite a few children among the cargo and a quiet girl of six named Rebecca had befriended Mara. A scrawny child whose blonde hair was matted from neglect, she went by Rebbie. It was one of the few pieces of information she offered about herself and usually spent her time near Mara, her haunted brown eyes roaming the cargo hold in search of anything that might be construed as hope.
The young pair was frequently shadowed by a sandy-haired three year-old named Tia. Like Mara and Rebbie, she was on her own and often clung to one of the other girls with one hand while she kept the thumb of her other hand tucked her mouth.
Today, Shari returned wearing new clothes that were cut and fit to accentuate the developing attributes of her barely adolescent body.
"You look pretty," Rebbie softly remarked in awe.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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