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An Evening Party

Abel shivered, goosebumps prickling his skin as the limo’s air-conditioning blew across his skin, which was now as pale as a sheet despite his tan skin. He was nearly completely naked, except for a silk loincloth trailing from his waist and a golden collar clasped around his neck. A special request from the client, as the other slaves, who were all an even mix of vixen and tod Vulpeculans, were wearing the same costume.

I wish Ruhan was here, Abel thought. It would have been a bit less uneasy with the Equuleian there to support him but Stein insisted that the mostly Regulian clients wanted party equipment that are more dainty and docile. Regulians got nervous when a bigger, stronger species is around them, even if they’re perfectly servile.

None of the other slaves were interested in sharing conversation with him nor could Abel share the full details of what he was to do with them. Any slave with an inch of backbone would sell them out in exchange for freedom and Abel couldn’t blame them, who would want to spend the rest of their live forced to work for Stein?

During the trip, Abel spent most of his time silently looking out the windows. They were darkly tinted but the midday sun was out in full-force and Abel could see that they were not in the Autonomous States. Many of the buildings looked similar in architecture with magnificent stone government buildings and narrow cobblestone roads leading into historic districts with sharply steeped roofs and plaster walls latticed with wooden panels. Either it had been miraculously unharmed by the invasion or the Regulians had restored much of it.

Somewhere Germanic, Abel figured, based on the occasional words he saw on stores and restaurants. There were more aliens walking the streets than humans, many of whom were wearing telltale signs of slavery around their necks and wrists. It was definitely a rich place, alien-dominated, and based on Union Biotech having a headquarters there, no doubt a regional center of commerce.

Berlin? Munich? Abel guessed, not that it mattered. He had no means of getting in touch with Brolath. Munich is close to the Autonomous States and they drove…

The limo left behind the tightly compacted maze of old buildings and into the realm of modern towering skyscrapers, both human and Regulian-made. One looked like a giant cup with a flat top while another was a towering L-shape with two round spires attached to the ends.

Finally, the limo slowed down as they turned down an alley next to one of the towers, without Abel having gotten a good look at it.

A panel slid open between the back and the front. Stein peered it from the passenger seat.

“All you whores get out, except the human!”

The violet-scented Vulpeculans clambered out, a few slapping Abel in the faces with their fluffy tails as they did, which Abel wasn’t sure what to register that as. The limo continued to rumble as the air-conditioning grew warmer.

Sweat began to cascade down Abel’s forehead. The limo was quickly turning into a furnace and Abel began knocking on the window, hoping to catch someone’s attention but he was ignored. There was no handle on the doors, nothing to allow the property to escape, naturally.

Eventually, Abel was dripping wet and only then did the door open. Stein was there along with a jet-black Lupiad dressed in a ceramic vest and wielding an IA-40 light rifle with its distinctive long, tapered barrel.

“There, got the human all hot and sweaty like your people like,” Stein motioned towards the nearly naked Abel. “Go on, give him a whiff”

The Lupiad pressed his nose, which was hot and sticky from the late spring heat. Hot air brushed against Abel’s bare skin on his cheeks, shoulders, and armpits while the canine probed him, lingering far too long for Abel’s comfort.

Eventually the Lupiad pulled away and nodded, “Only one human?”

“Normally we deal in non-humans but...” Stein shrugged, “...we are the best in town. You want quantity you can just go ahead and kidnap some desperate humans from the bad part of town but we provide quality. Flawless quality.”

The Lupiad growled and suddenly lifted up Abel’s red loincloth, kneeling over and poking his nose against his balls. Abel wanted to scream and he would have turned bright red from embarrassment had he not just been hotboxed in a warm vehicle.

There is no shame in doing this, Abel repeated to himself, not all heroes are fighters.

Hada’s meeting with Abel had left him deflated but there was still nothing wrong in Abel’s mind about stealing confidential files from a company that tested experimental drugs on unwilling humans. They produced Smart Antibiotics and the more of that tech that could be put into the hands of humans, the better, Abel tried to reason to himself.

The Lupiad lapped Abel’s balls once before standing back up, “Smells good. How much is he for a night?”

“If you have to ask, you can’t afford it,” Stein narrowed his eyes and slapped the Lupiad on the shoulder. There was nothing but contempt in his eyes but the Lupiad couldn’t read his body language, “he’s booked almost a month in advance but you give the Pink Lamp a call and we’ll see what we can do.”

Pink Lamp… it was strange but the entire time Abel was confined in the brothel, he had never seen a single sign advertising its name.

While Abel was lost in thought, a gloved paw grabbed him by the wrist and he was suddenly dragged into an unassuming back entrance to the building by the Lupiad.

“ESX is about to close,” the Lupiad grumbled as they dashed through a dimly lit maintenance hallway and into a plain, white service elevator. The Lupiad slapped a button for the fiftieth floor, “that’s the Earth Stock Exchange, in case you don’t know that, slave.”

How dumb does he think I am?

Abel nodded passively.

“It’s gonna close high, Union Biotech has been climbing thanks to some new patent being approved,” the Lupiad shrugged. “We’re gonna stuff you and the Vulpies in a room and once the bell rings a hidden door will slide open and then you mingle with the guests. Mingle, do you get what I mean?”

I’m not an idiot.

“Yes, sir.”

“The Chairman has an...intense interest in humans since arriving on this planet. Have you ever been fucked by a Regulian?”

Abel paused, not quite sure how to respond without compromising the mission. He certainly had not but lack of experience might be a deal-breaker.

The Lupiad sniffed the air three times, “I’m guessing by your anxiety that you have not. That’s good. Regulians like to be the first to barb whoever they fuck especially if they’re paying a shit-ton for crowns for a fine piece of ass like you.”

The Lupiad slapped Abel on the rear and grinned, showing off his fangs. His bushy tail wagged quickly behind him as he leaned in, backing Abel up against the wall of the elevator.

“Too bad the Chairman will want you first. Bet you’d prefer a Lupiad, huh?”

“It is not my place to decide, sir.”

The Lupaid snorted, blowing hot air in Abel’s face, and backed away, “Spoken like a true slave.”

Abel remained silent, wishing that this awkward elevator ride would end soon. The lights above the door appeared to be broken and Abel had no idea how much further it would be.

“The barbs don’t hurt as much as they say,” the Lupiad suddenly said, “it’s like their tongues, you know? It’s rough and your butts sensitive, but it only hurts for a bit. Play it up though, Regulians consider the pain part of domination. If it hurts too much, breathe in deeply and hold for as long as you can, by the time you breathe out, it’ll be gone.”

“Thank you, sir?” Abel replied, confused by this sudden bit of advice.

“Don’t worry about it, slave,” the elevator suddenly dinged and the doors slowly slid open, “I’ve been in your position before.”

Without any further words, the Lupiad wrapped a finger around the loop sticking out from the front of Abel’s collar and dragged him a few feet down another hallway before opening an unassuming door and shoving him in.

The room was pitch black and reeked of Vulpeculan. All of the other slaves were here, standing quietly and waiting for their job to begin. When Abel’s eyesight began to adjust he could make out the outline of a few of them and they were as still as statues.

It certainly wasn’t loyalty that made them so professional. Abel wondered if they were hoping to be purchased by one of the rich aliens in attendance today so as to have a slightly more comfortable life in the service of one, or perhaps they were just that terrified of what Stein might do to them if they performed badly?

Whatever the case, there seemed to be no solidarity among them nor any sign of them recognizing their fellow slaves. Either that or they were annoyed by the presence of the lone human and wanted nothing to do with him.

A sharp bell suddenly dinged from beyond a wall and a voice suddenly cried out from a speaker.

“CLOSE! Three hundred points up in one day!” the voice was Regulian and oddly high pitched, at least by Regulian standards. Definitely a young one, only came of age a year or two ago. “I told you all, today was going to be BIG and we have more than just a new patent and we sure as hell have more than a massive profit...”

A crack of light suddenly emerged from the darkness as a wall slid open. Abel covered up his eyes.

“...We’ve got the finest slaves in town for your exclusive pleasure tonight.”

Standing atop a dais was a young Regulian with pale yellow fur and a light-brown mane. He was wearing a black formal robe that clung to his lightly muscled shoulders and trailed below down to his knees. Striking green eyes peered over at the slaves, quickly striking Abel with them followed by a slow, telling blink.

Abel felt weak in the knees but slowly emerged from the room in step with the Vulpeculans. The Regulian, Lalth, was handsome, too handsome, and Abel couldn’t help but be flatted by his meaningful gaze despite everything in the room pointing to him being, charitably, a douchebag.

Behind him on the podium was a solid gold throne, fit for a King rather than a CEO. Chains ran from the armrests of the throne, leading to two massive regarites who lunged on all fours hopelessly towards the crowd, snarling and roaring. Abel had never seen the creatures the Regulians evolved from before but they looked like a hybrid of Eastern and Western Regulians, possessing the former’s striking black stripes and the latter’s mane, along with fangs that were just about as long as Abel’s forearm and dripped with a pale green venom, something the Regulians did not, thankfully, have.

The rest of the room was a triumph to excess. Marble, square columns, much like the Imperial Columns Abel had read about, towered about the ballroom with glorified carvings of the former Chairmans on them, showing off their exploits to all in attendance. Lining the walls, including one massive window that overlooked the city, were tropical ferns hanging from planters, making the whole room feel humid like a deep jungle.

But no one was paying attention to the excesses they were all used to. All eyes were on the flesh purchased for tonight’s entertainment.

Most of the room was made up of Regulians and the Vulpeculans seemed to gravitate in their direction, but one made a move for a four foot tall Sirian who smiled lecherously as she approached.

Before Abel could mingle as he was told, a heavy weight suddenly slammed into him and he found himself flipped around and thrown into the air, landing chestfirst against a shoulder.

“Caught him! I caught the human, he’s mine!” Lalth laughed while growling around the room.

The rest of the nobles cheered, clapping as Lalth paraded Abel around the room, making sure to flip up Abel’s loincloth to put his rear and genitals on display for all to see. Occasionally, Abel would feel a claw or pad grope him but his captor made sure no one got more than a quick taste.

“Think its time I show this human who the superior species is, hm?”

Once again, the crowd roared and shouted out obscenities. The richest and most powerful of the Regulian business class, acting like horny teenagers.

“Off we go, slave!” Lalth shifted Abel on his shoulder and carried him across the ballroom towards a solid gold door that had a massive etching on each in the shape of Regulian penises. There was no question as to what lurked behind the door when Lalth opened it up and pulled them both inside.

Without any warning, Lalth threw Abel onto a bed so massive that six humans could have slept on it very comfortably. Rolling onto his back, he saw Lalth slowly disrobing, the tip of his tongue sticking out while he blinked slowly at Abel with those beautiful green eyes of his.

“You’ve just been captured by a Regulian, human. You’ve never seen one of our kind before,” Lalth whispered with a wink. “Shouldn’t you be a bit scared?”

Abel moaned, curling his legs against his chest and put on the most sensually terrified voice he could, “Please don’t hurt me monster, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

The robe finally came off, revealing Lalth’s slim, tightly muscled chest. The Regulian pounced atop Abel, pinning the human down as his chest and crotch ground up against him. Lalth’s fur was surprisingly long and silky for a Regulian, tickling the tip of Abel’s cock as the Regulian dominated Abel’s vision, pressing his brown nose up against Abel’s and staring down at him.

“Anything,” Abel muttered lustfully.

I really hope he’s not filming this, Abel thought, I feel like I’m in a cheap porno.

“You’re mine, human, but I’ll give you two choices. You can either refuse me and I’ll have you shipped off to the Recreational Corps to be fucked by our soldiers while we conquer and rape your people...just another fucktoy for the mightiest Empire that ever was...” Lalth’s eyes narrowed, “...or you can obey me without question and I’ll let you serve as my slave in absolute luxury.”

I’d rather die.

“Oh, Master Lion...” Abel suppressed a gag, his voice sounding like a bimbo from an old movie, “...I’d love to be your slave! Anything for such a strong...” Abel rubbed his hand across the Regulian’s chest, effortlessly finding each of his nipples and tweaking them, “...handsome lion.”

“What,” Lalth rubbed his nose along Abel’s cheek. Abel could not help but feel intimidated by the massive Regulian jaws that could fit his entire head in them, “What do you find most handsome about me?”

“Your eyes,” Abel said without a hint of dishonesty, “they’re the most beautiful shade of green.”

“Green...” Lalth rumbled, “...my eyes are green?”

“I’ve never seen a Regulian with such beautiful eyes.”

“I don’t have the retinal implant yet...” Lalth pressed his nose against Abel’s neck and sniffed lightly, “...you’re not joking?”

“I’m not. They’re gorgeous.”

Lalth suddenly paused, his tail slowly wagging behind him as his eyes slowly narrowed, staring at Abel until they shut.

“I love you!” the Regulian suddenly lightly butted his head against Abel’s cheek.

“Wha-” Abel was suddenly cut off by a rough tongue scraping against his lips, followed by another headbutt.

“I love you!”

“Are you...” another rough lick silenced Abel.

“This is no mere fantasy like before! I am dead serious!” the Regulian ceased his kisses and peered down at Abel with his emerald eyes once more. “I’m going to purchase you from that pimp and save you! I’ll take care of you forever as my consort forever, I promise!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Surely Stein wouldn’t go along with this, Abel hoped, as he reached up and stroked the Regulian’s mane, which was as soft as his body fur.

“Anything my Master wishes...”

A grimy sensation washed over Abel’s skin as the Regulian leaned in for a human-style kiss, his rough tongue slipping past his lips and rolling over the roof of his mouth. Abel had gone into this fearing the Regulian would be cruel but he found something even more unattractive: desperation.

Lalth sat atop Abel’s chest and let his heavy balls rest atop his face. The weight of the larger alien knocked Abel’s breath out.

“Can’t breathe...” Abel whispered.

“Oh,” Lalth adjusted his rear, sitting up on his haunches and allowing Abel to breathe. His enormous balls still slapped against Abel’s face, “go on, have a taste, my love.”

His musk was thick as Abel pressed his nose against the Regulian’s testicles. It was strong enough to make Abel gag like a locker room shower full of wet Regulians. A fellow Regulian would consider that scent to be quite masculine to compensate for his lack of muscles compared to others but to Abel it just smelt overwhelming and not in a good way.

But there was no point in complaining, who would listen? Abel’s tongue slowly escaped his mouth and ran along Lalth’s lightly furred sack. The taste was slightly sour, not pleasant, but Abel continued to pleasure the alien, who began to moan with pleasure.

Such pleasure became evident very quickly as the tip of Lalth’s cock began to slip out of his sheathe. No words were needed, Abel moved his attention from the balls and teased the tip of his cock with his tongue. Salty precum slicked out of the tip and Abel slowly peeled away the sheath by probing it with his tongue, in a way Ruhan had told him about.

Lalth’s barbs scraped against the top of Abel’s tongue and just like the Lupiad had said, they didn’t hurt but they certainly irritated his tongue.

“Hold on,” Lalth placed his paw atop Abel’s head and pushed him back. Lalth reached over onto the end table and pulled out a plastic baggy with some ground herbs in it.

“What is that?” Abel asked.

“Catnip.”

Lalth poured the baggy out in a line atop Abel’s chest and lunged forward, raking his tongue across the line. Abel’s skin turned red from his rough tongue and was soon soaked with drool as the Regulian moaned and laughed giddily.

Scooping up Abel in his arms, the Regulian brought his lips to Abel’s, giving him another slobbery kiss that tasted of acrid catnip. Lalth’s tail whipped back and forth.

Lalth pulled back, thick strings of slobber trailing between their lips, “Isn’t this so much fun?” Lalth giggled like a child. “I envy you, being a slave much be relaxing.”

What’s stopping you from selling yourself?

“Just have to lie down and let your Master do allllllllllll the work,” Lalth rolled his tongue as he shifted his hips.

Abel clenched his rear as he felt the tip of Lalth’s cock poke against his anus and gasped.

“A little shy, my slave?” Lalth growled, narrowing his eyes with lust. “Just relax and let me take control.”

Without any further warning, Lalth pressed Abel down, forcing him upon his cock. The pain was intense and Abel squealed with pain, to which Lalth responded with a laugh.

“Enjoying the ride, my love-slave?”

“Ohhh,” Abel moaned as he felt the barbs scrape against his inside. It hurt, there was no getting around it, “yes, Master...”

Lalth slowly began to thrust, caring not for Abel’s protests of pain. Abel held his breath, letting the Regulian have his way with him until he could not hold it in anymore and exhaled. Just as the Lupiad had suggested, it helped take the pain away. The barbs still hurt but were more of a painful itch rather than pure pain.

“Mmmm,” Lalth darted his maw forward, catching Abel’s neck between his jaws.

“Ugh...” Abel moaned as pleasure jolted down his spine.

Ruhan had warned him that in advance that even in the most unpleasant sexual encounter that one could feel aroused. The Equuleian repeated countless times that it meant nothing and it happens to everyone. It doesn’t mean that you’re actually attracted to them, it just makes faking it easier.

Lalth’s rough tongue raked against Abel’s neck while his similarly textured cock scraped against his insides. Both started to feel good and Abel continued to repeat Ruhan’s advice in his head and focus on Lalth’s unpleasant aspects, key of which was intending to keep him as a slave.

Total loss of freedom, nothing more than a servant to some haughty noble…

Even worse than being the Guard’s informant…

Warm fluid shot into Abel’s anus. It was strangely comforting, a pleasant end to a very, very unpleasant first dive into anal sex for Abel.

Even moreso pleasant was Lalth immediately pulling out, giving one last scrape of Abel’s anus, and passing out on his back next to Abel with one last whisper, “I love you...”

Abel didn’t know how long he laid there and let Lalth’s fluids spill out onto the bed. The Regulian was still on his back, snoring loud enough to make the entire tower shake, but Abel didn’t want to act too soon, lest he wake the lion.

It gave Abel plenty of time to look around the room. Lalth was young and careless, leaving enough jewelry lying on dressers and atop cabinets to buy an entire moon. Of course, Abel wasn’t here to rob the Regulian and the pile of papers scattered atop a heavy mahogany desk in the corner looked far more appealing.

Slowly, Abel crawled off of the bed, landing on the lacquered hardwood floor. Abel took one step and his foot bumped into a leather shoulder-bag that had a golden Regarite’s jaws as the clasp for it. Clicking it open, Abel guessed it would be big enough for the documents and slung it over his shoulder before creeping slowly towards the desk.

The papers greeted Abel and although he wasn’t able to makes heads or tails of the scientific jargon he could understand patent and Smart Antibiotics and it was enough to know that the rebels would be quite pleased by this.

Slipping them inside the bag and clasping it shut, Abel took one last peek at the Regulian, who was perfectly still, and began tiptoeing back to the door.

Abel turned the doorknob and pushed it open only to be met with an ear-piercing roar from across the room. The ballroom was now dark but the glowing eyes of the Regarites on the podium were as bright as torches and amidst their angry roars came the rattling of chains.

“Slave?”

Eye’s widening, Abel turned his neck around. Lalth was sitting atop the bed, staring at Abel with a typical expressionless Regulian look.

“You’re stealing...” Lalth said slowly, “…I should have figured...”

Lalth stood up, still completely naked and shuffled over to a glass door, sliding it open. A gust of wind swept into the room, rustling up his mane.

“Keep it. A souvenir, I guess. Something to remember the dumbest Regulian alive by.”

“Master, I...”

Lalth raised his paw, “Enough of that. I’m not that dumb. I’m just a young idiot picked by the board because if an idiot like me talks confident enough the stock price goes up; I know when I’m being played.”

Abel didn’t feel any sympathy but felt almost obligated to say something reassuring if only as part of his role.

“I’ll just go out and get some fresh air. You can go...” Lalth sighed, “...unless you’d care to join me?”

Lalth stepped out onto the balcony and left the door open. Whatever attempt at pity this was, it didn’t work on Abel and he slipped into the ballroom and out into the hallway.

There was no resistance escaping the building. The guards Abel encountered even gave him directions to the rear entrance, where, as it turned out, the limo was waiting with some very impatient Vulpeculans stuffed into it, reeking of sex.

“You got it?” Stein rolled down the driver window and reached out.

“Yeah,” Abel passed the bag to Stein, who immediately ripped it open and rifled through the files.

“Good,” Stein nodded, “you did a fine whoring job tonight. Get in.”

Abel got in the limo, taking one last order for the night, and it immediately took off back to the brothel.