Part 3 of Auction
The Gargan Queen waited impatiently. Soon her prize would be hers. Lot C1-150 was quickly unloaded from the transporter craft. The 200 hundred human females were also quickly unloaded by the Gargan Drones, their slug like bodies pushing the trolleys, with their captives on them.
Much needed to be done before Lot C1-150 was ready to perform with the Gargan Queen. A female would also need to be prepared, so that she could be manipulated for the Gargan Queen’s own ends. The Surrogate Robots had chosen 50. Lot C1-150 would be given the final choice.
The drones watched, as the surrogate robots set about their tasks. They cut lot C1-150 from the crocheted suit that he was made to wear. The suit had done its work. The robots quickly looked over him, his penis was twice the length that it had been before, and his stomach, and his muscles were far more defined than they had been before. Thick, matted hair covered all of his body, and his beard and head-hair hung limply to his face.
‘Yes’ said Leila. ‘We have much to do to this one. Quickly, let’s wake him’.
Leila softly touched his chest, and let a low whirling sound out. He was gently woken from his four year sleep. Another one of the boxes of light was bought out, and the solid light was allowed to fall onto him again. He felt immediately refreshed after his four year sleep.
‘Quickly, feed him, shave him, give him the liquid to sustain him. Let him choose one or two of the prepared females for his company. The Queen is only willing to wait a few more hours for her breeding’
Lot C1-150 was quickly led away to another room. In a brightly lit room, some 10 of the Surrogate Robots were waiting. In another room, he saw a number of the females with the robots. One of them in particular caught his attention. He was suddenly aware of his own nakedness, as a number of mirrors were placed in the room beside him. He saw all angles of his reflection. Thick hair covered him, he had a very thick beard, his skin seemed paler and sallower than it had felt before. He noticed that his penis was a lot larger, as were his buttocks, and they both hung heavily from him.
‘Don’t be alarmed’ said Leila. ‘We have changed your proportions, to what the queen wants. Remember, you don’t mate with her, she will mate with you, and the two females that you choose. They are being prepared next door, in the same way that you will be. The Gargan Queen, with her many tentacles, always likes something to hold onto, and we have tried to please her in every regard that we can’.
He heard water running behind him. The robots quickly set to their work. One or two of them had a thick cream in a bucket, which they started to apply to his skin. He felt a tingling sensation running through the whole of his body. He hadn’t been touched in any way for years in his own terms.
The thick lather of the shaving foam was applied to every inch of his chest. He was asked to lie down on a bed in one corner of the room. Two of the robots approached him, with sharp razor blades. He suddenly felt afraid, for one of them might cut him. He need not have worried, for they were both very gentle with the blades. They tossed the hair they cut and shaved into a number of buckets that were around him. He was told to turn over onto his front, while his back, buttocks, and legs were shaved. Once more, this thick hair was also kept in a bucket. Then he was told to sit up, while the robots applied the cream to his face, and shaved him, and once again his facial hair was also kept in the buckets.
The hair on his head was also cut, and he was allowed to examine his body in the mirrors. A healthy glow had returned to his skin, and he liked his new shape, even though his middle still felt somewhat strange to him.
One of the of the other robots came in, carrying a tray with a glass on it. ‘Drink this’ he was told. He did as he was asked, it tasted alcoholic to him, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on his body.
A number of the other robots approached him, and he was quickly washed of all of the loose hair that hung to his skin. A thick blue liquid was rubbed into his skin, which smelt unusual to him, and he was dressed in a thick white sheet, which covered him from head to feet, and a belt was put around his middle. Holes were carefully cut in the sheets for his eyes. He was told t sit in a chair, that towered above the rest of the room.
A door was opened, and a number of the surrogate robots were ushered in to the room, followed by the fifty women that had been prepared for the procedure with the Gargan Queen.
‘You will need to choose two of them for the procedure’