Beyond Space & Time

Atlas was trying to, but she got the feeling that she should keep her eyes submissively on the ground at all times. She could hear things though, beyond the thumping music and raucous chatter. In the background she could hear people in pain. All manner of horrendous acts were occurring in here, and she figured those were the ones who weren’t being sold long term. Atlas felt sick. Other buyers like wolfie in here we’re making eyes at other peoples’ Slaves, which includes her.

”Mm... Yes... S-sir?” Atlas mumbled, sticking close to him. There was obviously no seat for her beside Wolfie’s, though blob man’s seat was big enough for both of them. “Um... Do I sit on the floor or on your lap?” She whispered to him.

Atlas gulped loudly as she swivelled around and sat gingerly on Wolfie’s knee. Ugh, she was wearing a thong so basically her whole ass was on his leg. But sitting with him was kind of comforting. Seeing as everyone else was fawning over their owners, Atlas decided to gently move some of Wolfie’s hair off his face. Huh, did he always have stubble? She’d never noticed it before...

Atlas didn’t realise Wolfie was having an inner conflict as she stopped fiddling with his hair and turned to watch the show. “These aren’t the same people we just rescued,” she whispered to wolfie, making it look like they were assessing the products. “We’ll have to go through every island to find them.”

”Maybe,” agreed atlas. “Oh, look.” When all the products had been lined up, some of the buyers let their slaves go up on stage to assess some of them. These seemed like the more loyal, possibly masochistic slaves who enjoyed being abused by their masters, and in turn they were sadistic towards other. Some of them began to tweak the breasts of the slaves on stage and pull their hair, making their respective owners laugh. Atlas looked to wolfie for permission to join them.

Atlas lurched forward and whimpered slightly, then tottered on up to the stage to look at the offerings. They all cowered from her touch. As she went passed them, she whispered to each and everyone if they knew about the other islands. When they said they didn’t, Atlas told them not to worry and they’d be freed soon. But one of them claimed she did know, and Atlas took her hand. She was beautiful and slightly more mature looking. They should take her.

The woman didn’t quite know how to act. She’d been told by her captors that buyers would take her for sex, but this one wanted information. Plus he was devastatingly handsome... “W-well, I heard the guards talking,” she said. “To be honest, the islands don’t really communicate with one another very much. From what I heard, it sounded like if one communication tower is destroyed, the whole system goes down.” Atlas’ eyes lit up with glee and she tried her best not to smile at the woman. “That’s amazing news,” she said. The woman looked a little elated. “I’m glad I could help,” she said, leaning against wolfie and putting her hand low on his torso. “So... What do we do now?”

The woman looked somewhat disappointed, and Atlas didn’t entirely blame her. “Let’s go quickly,” she said to them both. “There are people we need to save.” She got up and subserviently bowed to wolfie so he could go first with her new conquest.

Atlas look startled by the man’s wandering touch, but then she gave Wolfie a look. As much as wolfie might not want his slaves defiled and dirtied by other men, this might be an opportunity for atlas to get elsewhere in this place. And to maybe commandeer another ship.

”B-but master,” whimpered Atlas. “You said no other man was to defile me.” She said this as he was already leaving so he didn’t need to respond. Atlas looked sheepishly up at her captor, while the other two women went almost eagerly with Wolfie.

Atlas was doing well at playing the nervous slave, because she really was a bit nervous. She’d not done infiltration before nor been treated quite so cruelly. When they got to the bedroom, atlas went and sat nervously on the bed with her legs slightly wide.

Atlas’ eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t believe you,” she said coldly. An invisible force pushed the buyer backwards onto his back and pinned him by the neck to his bed. Atlas stood up in front of the man and glared at him. “I’ll be taking your ship now, and your money and any ‘living assets’ you have. You’re going to help me free all of the slaves on this planet, and then you’re going to run far, far away, and never lay your disgusting hands on another living being. Including yourself. Understood?” Her Andromeda bead was humming against her wrist.