(Don't) Panic

XII - The Auction II

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*trigger warning:

+ electrocution + confinement + violence +

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

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George had stayed conscious and alert all throughout the inspections and examinations that they had been put through. He had been fondled and hit again and again. He was sure to be the last in line, as he had been the next to last to be taken out of the room and was more or less able to see what the other men in his group were subjected to. He was revolted of what little he could see of his fellow abductees and what they were subjected to and what was happening to the other people that were on display. For they really had been on display. And the otherworldly beings that were moving around were shopping. Shopping for them, for people, as if they were objects. He felt horribly reminded of himself when shopping for groceries, only the fruit and vegetable he usually purchased weren't normally sentient.

The beings that milled around didn't seem to recognize the chained and terrified people as such though, rather they just seemed to see objects, indifferent to their condition and to be distinguished by their bodily features only.

He couldn't say how often they had been examined but it had been quite a few times. His ass hurt from being squeezed so often and harshly and his dick was raw and overly sensitive from being stimulated so often. He was also quite frustrated for not being brought to completion. When finally they had been left alone without anyone – or anything, more like - harassing them he had been quite relived but also apprehensive of what was to happen to them next. But it had remained quiet and, one by one, the racks that the groups of men had been chained to had been retracted from the large room they had been placed in earlier. His first foolish thought had been that they would just be placed in the small room they had been in before. It had quickly transpired that that would not be the case however. Their rack was carted off through hallways, much like the ones they had been pushed through before but the smell was different. Clean, but without the stinging of disinfectant, nor the stench of blood or excrement. They encountered other men and women, all bound to racks and dragged around either on their own or in groups of  different sizes. The racks seemingly moved on their own accord, knowing exactly where to go and how to avoid running into other racks. He did not see any kind of living being except for the people that were moved around until the rack arrived at its destination. The difference in motion caught his attention that had been drifting off. He couldn't quite see what was happening at the front of the line but he could make out the odd extremities of the beings that abducted them. Rack after rack zoomed away, all empty. He could only assume that he and his fellow sufferers were transferred to a different mode of transport. His assumption was at least partially proven right, when it was his turn. The beings unhooked him from the rack that zoomed away and stunned him once more, though not as much as the other times. He could stir feebly and he could still move his eyes as well as think straight. Then he was released from the shackles and pushed into another hole. To his surprise, he was handled not by the beings that had abducted them anymore, but by exponents of one of the beings that had harassed them earlier. It somewhat resembled a starfish and a jellyfish mixed together badly. The starjelly grabbed hold of him and seemed to examine him. Suddenly it burst into a vibrant display of light which in turn made another of them respond with a firework of their own. One burst of colourful light was ensued by another from the interlocuter and on and on. So long so, that George had partially regained control over his movements and started struggling against the hold he found himself in. Both starjellies focused their attention on him and the one that held him touched him with another tentacle. Instantly, George seized up, spasming as though he had put his fingers into a socket. If he could have screamed he would have but the pain was so intense that it forced all the air from his lungs as he convulsed. When the pain had receded and he had regained a sense of his surroundings, the starjellies had vanished and he found himself in a small enclosure, stuffed full to the brim with other men. As far as he could tell they were all similar in terms of physique. They all had different skin tones but they all were rather buff, rather large, with rather broad shoulders and rather angular jaws. He assumed that they, just as him, had been rather hairy before they had had it removed permanently. Some light emanated from the walls and although he could make out the general physique of his new roommates, he couldn't see much else. Maybe that was to be attributed to the fact that the space they were in was stuffed full to the point that the space that wasn't occupied by the body of one man, was occupied by the body of another. It was impossible not to touch and be touched, no matter how small he tried to make himself, a feat nearly impossible with his stature. 

There was a lot of moaning and groaning to be heard but no comprehensible speech. George himself didn't feel like opening his mouth at the moment, still too much occupied with the remnants of the shock he had received at the tentacle of the starjelly. Maybe starjelly wasn't the right name for them. They were more like the crossing between an electric eel and a sea urchin. An electric urchin then.

His mind was still reeling with the goings-on of the last hours and days when he felt a lurch going trough the room and each of its occupants. For a short moment they were all pressed into one wall, then into the wall opposite. He heard something crack and someone yelled in pain.