(Don't) Panic

XII - The Auction

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*trigger warning:

+ cannibalism + enslavement + dehumanisation +

*the full warning and list of triggers to be found in part 2

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At the sudden loss of the warmth of the other body Pete jerked awake. For a moment he was confused, where was George? There was shouting and crying and mixed with the by now usual stench of piss and shit there was the smell of blood and the acrid smell of vomit. He could here Chris sobbing again and then there was a ripping, tearing noise that made the pit of his stomach churn. Only a few seconds had passed since he had surfaced from his sleep and his eyes were clearing now. Turning around and seeing the shambles had him retching. The maniac had gotten a hold of the carcass and by the damage done to it, it seemed that he had tried to eat it. The dead skin had ripped and the odour of decaying flesh was strong. George and Adam had banded together and were wrestling the maniac away from the mutilated corpse but his madness seemed to provide him with stupendous strength. Pete had managed to get to a petrified Chris and he tried to comfort him. Adam and George had by now managed to grab a good hold on the maniac and were punching him for all that they were worth. Far from reacting to the pain the maniac was behaving like a rabid dog, squirming in the hold, trying to bite and to scratch every inch of flesh and bone in his reach. So complete was Adams and Georges focus on the fight that they didn't immediately notice it when the room began to shrink as if it was deflating and Chris and Pete were taken. The corpse too was whisked away trough the hole and then Adam. It was lucky that George managed to land a good punch to the maniacs head and incapacitating him for the time being just a moment before he, too, was taken. Knowing that there was no escaping the hole but that the maniac might well reawaken shortly, George closed in on the hole. Anything to get away from the other man.

When first Chris and then Pete had been sucked into the hole, they had been met with the same procedure as always. The stunning had been followed by the shackling and the attaching to the chain. Unlike the other times though, he hadn't immediately moved on. Chris was already there and they didn't move onwards until some time later. He couldn't turn around to make sure but he dimly thought in his clouded head that all six of them who had been in the room together were fixed to the same part of the chain and wherever it was taking him and Chris it was also taking George and Adam along, which appeased him, but it was also taking the maniac and the corpse along, which deeply disturbed him.

He had completely lost any sense of time and the places they passed through didn't differ from one-another. When finally they arrived in a huge room with many other naked people chained and stretched out as far as their limbs would allow he didn't know how much time had passed. Some people seemed to have regained their voice since he could hear many an anguished scream for help. But there weren't only humans around. A number of freaks were drifting through the space and then there were loads of different beings of all shapes and sizes. The most important difference however wasn't their physical appearance. It was the fact that they weren't shackled and could roam the area to their hearts content. Pete couldn't take in the situation, even less so the appearance of the different beings. He fell into a state of shock and stopped taking in his surroundings after he saw how the group of men next to him were treated. Several beings congregated in front of them. At first they didn't do anything to the group of six men that were, like him and his group, shackled and chained and stretched out as far as their limbs would go, not able to move even an inch. Then one of the beings started to approach the men, examining the first. It touched the general bodily area of the man and paid extra attention to his muscles, then the mouth was opened and the teeth checked for being complete and whole. The tongue was pulled out as far as it would go to examine the colour and the reflexes of the eye were checked by touching it until tears were produced. The skin was slapped until it was bright red and the behind was squeezed to see how firm it was. Pete was already disgusted that the other man was examined like an object but what came next horrified him. The dick of the man was stimulated by the being until it stood tall and the balls examined as if they were goods on display.

Thereafter the procedure was repeated with the five remaining men. The being that had examined the men returned to its companions and they seemed to discuss the results of the examination. At some point a freak joined them and shortly after the men were taken away. This time it wasn't the chain that dragged them off but one of the beings that had examined them before.

It was clear to Pete that those men had just had a change of ownership. They were enslaved. They had been caught, retained, been placed on show and then sold. And he, George, Adam and Chris were about to face the same fate. They had been taken from their home, ripped out of their society, stripped of all their rights and reduced to slaves.

He had wanted to start a family with Millie, he had even already bought a ring and asked her parents, just waiting for the right moment. He had waited too long. Now he would never see Millie again and never have a daughter with her beautiful petite figure, never have a son with his eyes. He had worked hard to become an engineer and now his worth was determined by his body.

Would he ever be allowed to have children and raise them? Or would he just be working crops and cleaning floors for the rest of his life? Would the beings that would buy him, George, Chris and Adam beat him and his companions? Would they let them stay together? Would they separate them? What would they force them to do? His thoughts had turned into a vicious cycle that threatened to swallow him whole. He was ripped from his thoughts when he saw a being start to handle Chris. His blood ran cold. Horrified, he retreated into his mind to somehow survive the ordeal of being looked at, examined, prodded and handled repeatedly.