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Subject: {ASSM} Count Weststone Ch.1 The Auction (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) (Mf bd SciFi) by Koala
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 12:10:02 -0400
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Count Weststone 1 - The Auction
(Mf, bd, scifi)

Copyright: german original 1999 english tranlation 2002 by Koala
(koala2@gmx.de)

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This is the translation of the first chapter of a story I started to
write some time ago in german. The second chapter is allready finished
in german and I will start to translate it soon. The third chapter is
nearly finished and I will translate it to english as soon as I
finished it in german.

I really would like to have some comments about the story.

It is the first translation into english I ever done and my english is
far from perfect. So I would like to get comments and correction about
the language also.
Koala

My Email is: koala2@gmx.de

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It was a grey autum morning. He trotted slowly over the slavemarket.
With its colourful goings in the shadows of the towers of the
spaceport, it was always a nice diversion when he got bored within his
palazzo. The common people receded to make room for him. Even if he
wasn't at the top of the aristocratic hierachy he had to show his
respect only to a very chosen few of the noblemen on this planet. The
biggest part of the nobles in this sektor of the interstellar empire
was worlds beneath him on the ladder of aristocracy.

On his right was a big komplex of cages where working slaves from all
thinkable planets were offered for sale. Especially popular at the
moment were the Ne'kree. They have eight arms and have enormous
strenghth. Additionaly they are very peaceful which helps zo reduce
the security problems at their workingplace. But human working slaves
was also rather popular.

This complex was mainly visited by buyers from middle to big sized
corporations and other quantity buyers which bargained directly with
the traders or had allready fixed contracts.

Auctions was rarely held here and so this part of the market was
incredible boring for lurkers like he was. He decided to walk further
in the direction of the spaceterminal. There were held noisy auctions
of house- and pleasure-slave of both genders and sometimes even of
other races.

He moved closer to the stage. Again the people try to make as much
room for him as possible as soon as they saw him. They knew, that if
they was in the enviousness of a nobleman - especially one of his rank
- and it resulted in an entrance in their citizen dataset they could
find themself faster on such a stage then they would like it.

On the stage there was kneeling ayoung girl, whose sweet face, with the
small snub nose and big dark-brown eyes which seemed to be nearly
black and sparkeled like to bigs stars, was framed by half-long  black
hair. But the innocent face made a deeply unhappy and downhearted
impression. The eyes was full with dried tears and she looked
apathetic down her body which was, in contrary to the innocent
impression her face made, diplayed in a nearly obcene way.

The knees of the maybe sixteen year old girl has have been urged
apart. Under her torn short skirt she wore you could spot, enclosed by
a small black fuzz, easily her pubes. Her arms was chained together
behind her head so that her small breasts with the dark nipples, which
looked out of her also torn top, was pushed out.

In this moment the auctioneer raised his voice and turned to the girl:
"Dear Citizens, honored noblemen, we now have for sale this perl from the
desertplanet Plaktor II. Her name is Sheila and as you can
see by yourself she is the piece of honey in our pleasure-slave
auction today. First have a look at her sweet budding breasts." The
man was now leaning forward to open what was left of her top. He
fondeled her small tender breasts and took the big nipples that was
surounded by nearly inexistent areolas between his fingers and rubbed
them until they got hard. They was nearly a centimeter long was nearly
as thik as a small finger.  Then the man took - as far it was possible
with this small breast - the globes in his big paws as if he wanted to
weight them. "She has of course also a great bum," she was  pulled up
to her chained legs, was turned around and bent over "and a cunt sweet
as sugar."

With this the auctioneer spread here arsecheeks. Here slit opened
slightly and he could see the pink flesh easily. He recognized, that
his cock started to become hard in his pants. 'What a sweet girl' he
thought ant let his gaze travel further  to her red-pinkish rosebud.
'A really sweet girl.' On her buttock and her back you could see some
red welts. She obvious wasn't that passive all the time.

"I assure you," continued the auctioneer while the girl got back in
her kneeling position " that this piece of sugar is still a virgin in
all of here three holes. Whoever buys her can mold her to his notions.
With her sweet body, her skillful little hands and her deft tongue she
will be a source of pleasure for every man and women. The starting bid
is 10.000 credits!". With this the place became quite. 10.000 credits
was, even for a girl this innocent and sweet, a very high starting
bid. "I place the bid" he heard from a small pudgy man. According to
his clothes the man was a rich but civic merchant. He actual didn't
plan to buy the little one but i wouldn't hurt to bid a little. He
yelled "12.000". "13.000" was the prompt answer of the pudgy merchant.
 "15" he announced quickly. He started to have fun, participating at
the auction. "16" shouted the merchant. 'Rather unseemly to bid
against a nobleman' the thought but he wasn't really upset, more
amused. "18" outbidded the merchant.

It was silent for a moment on the square. There was a real tension in
the crowd due to so high bids. "Nobody else?" asked the auctioneer.
"Eighteen are bidden by the noble lord to the right. Who wants to bid
more the 18.000? Eighteen, for the first."

'I don't want to have her actually' he thought. "Eighteen, for the
second" bawled the auctioneer. "20" shouted a deep voice from behind.
'Phuhhh, that was luck' he thought and turned around together with the
curious crowd hoping to find out who the new bidder was. He looked
around a bit and found him. 'Oh no' he thought and his happyness about
getting out of the buying obligation vanished instantly.

The bidder was Baron Walter McComrick. You could say for sure that he
was one of the gloomiest persons in this sector. Beside of his
political intrigues, McComrick was well know for being especially
gruel with his pleasure slaves. It wasn't unusual that pleasureslaves,
and all other slaves as well, was beaten, bound or was forced to bear
certain humilations.His own slaves wasn't treated differently. But 
McComrick was know totorture and cripple his pleasure-slaves an when he 
was bored by them he didn't transfered them to the house staff or sold 
them again like it was the custom but killed them in gruelsome rituals.

'No' he said to him self 'I Count Thomas of Weststone won't get
outbidden by this toad and let him his way with this sweet little
one!' She would also have to suffer at his house but she won't be
seriously harmed.

"Twenty for the first" the auctioneer shouted obviouly happy with the
proceeding " anyone wants to bid more tha 20.000 credits?". "22"
announced Thomas. "24" answered McComricks bass voice. "25" returned
the Count immediately. The eyes of Sheila changed fearfully between
the two opponents. She obviously tried to find out whith whom she
would have a better fate. "26" bidded McComrick. "28" was his quick
response. He started to become angry. "29" presumed Baron McComrick to
bid higher. 'Now its enough'. "Thirtythousand credits " he shouted
with a rumbling voice and gave McComrick a angry look that should
remind him of his lower rank. He seemed to understand this: He closed
his allready open mouth befor a single sound could be heard. 'Better
for him' Thomas thought as he allready pushed through the crowd
toward the table of the cashier while the auctioneer accepted his bid.

He paid with three golden credsticks and gave the slavetrader his
address and adviced him to deliver the girl in the late afternoon. The
auctioneer said goodbye with a deep bow and continued the auction with
a nude black woman with big breasts. Sheila - her top still open - was
led from the stage and looked doubtful to her new owner . He gave her
a quick smile and left through the crowd. He wantet to get home
quickly. He had to preapare a lot of things.

(to be continued)

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