“It just isn’t fair.”
Mike looked around the chamber of the alien ship that he now found himself in. Two weeks ago, a message had been sent out to the slaving community by an unknown entity that had been dominating the market. All of their prime targets were snatched before they could get there and they all appeared at auctions under a mysterious seller. That seller, as the men and women in charge of various slaving outfits had soon learned upon arriving at an empty warehouse in the dead of the night, was an alien race. With some humans to speak for them, they were introduced to one which served as an ambassador, before they were offered to be shown how they operated.
Mike wasn’t sure if they were to be insulted or impressed. The fact that these aliens were being so free with showing how their tech worked meant that they did not consider any of the human slavers much of a threat to their operation. On the other hand, it was an intimidation tactic to demonstrate how superior their technology was and the unfair advantage it held over the humans. More than a dozen men and women now found themselves standing inside of a room in the belly of an alien ship which was bustling with activity. Several aliens were around the room working at consoles, a large pad dominated one half of the room, and a bank of monitors held everyone’s attention against one of the walls, showing a club in a college town halfway across the country that was the target of the aliens tonight.
On the main monitor, a scan of the club was shown with layers highlighting critical infrastructure and power that was quickly removed to highlight the humans on the main floor and balcony. More commands were input and Mike could only watch in fascination as the screen switched to highlighting only young female women that matched the criteria that sold well on the market. About two dozen women were highlighted and information about each girl came up on the screen in an alien language.
With a nod, one of them charged then activated something that caused the ship to shake. Some of the men looked around fearfully but Mike’s eyes were glued to the screen, which now showed the building without power and all the occupants unconscious on the floor. One of the aliens took over a joystick-like controller and began pressing buttons. A zapping noise filled the room, growing louder until with a flash of light, an unconscious girl appeared on the pad at the end of the room. Mike and the others could only stare. The girl was college aged, a blonde asian in a cropped black top, black leather shorts, and knee high black leather platform boots with a tall block heel. From a nearby rack, multiple metal cuffs and a collar floated over to the unconscious girl, who was completely unaware as the cuffs latched themselves around her wrists and booted ankles and the collar secured itself around her neck. The final piece of her bondage was a silvery ball that inserted itself between her teeth and blue energy emerged on either side of the ball to wrap around her head. Additional blue energy connected her wrists in front of her and her ankles together, then a disc floated over and connected to her wrist cuffs. Hauled into the air, her head lolled against one shoulder as the disc with its new capture floated off through a set of doors deeper into the ship.
The entire process had taken seconds, leaving the men staring as the door spiraled shut behind the girl. Mike couldn’t believe his eyes. The aliens didn’t even need to enter the building. Didn’t have to worry about surveillance, about someone catching them in the act, having to worry about transport. Absolutely nothing. They simply floated over a location with many hot women, knocked everyone out, and snatched the best slave targets and no one would have any idea what had happened. They would simply vanish into thin air.
Mike was jolted out of his thoughts by the teleporter pad buzzing again. This time the girl was a tall blonde, probably a volleyball player, dressed in a black long sleeve top, tan leather skirt, and black knee high boots. Just like the first girl, the alien bondage gear floated through the air with a mind of its own and went to work securing the captive. More blue energy bands, which Mike suspected were near unbreakable, connected the cuffs together and secured the gag in place before the blond was lifted up with her arms overhead and floated out of the room. They had this down to a science, Mike realized, as he saw the dispenser in the wall click as another set of cuffs, collar, and gag were prepared for the next girl.
It reminded Mike of a claw machine, but with a teleportation beam. One by one, unconscious women appeared. A latina in leather pants, Jordans, and a black long sleeve crop top. An Asian in thigh high leather boots, black shorts, a white lace top, and a black leather jacket. A pretty brunette in brown cowgirl boots, denim shorts and a tank top. Another blonde in a black leather dress and high heeled ankle boots. An Indian girl in leather leggings, brown knee boots, and a sleeveless turtleneck. For each girl, the process repeated. Cuffs moved on their own to secure the new slaves at the wrists and ankles, collar locked and futuristic ballgag inserted, then they were carried off to a different part of the ship for storage.
The buzzing finally stopped when no more targets were highlighted on the monitor. The last girl, a young brunette who was probably no more than 18, practically made Mike salivate as he watched her get carried off. Her outfit of over the knee leather boots, black leather skirt, and white tube top would’ve tagged her for enslavement on sight by any of their groups but instead he watched as the alien probe carried her away, her large breasts spilling out of her top. The door spiralled shut behind her and everyone felt a tremor as the ship began to move away from its target zone. The ambassador stepped forward to the assembled men and spoke into its translator device. “Thank you for coming to our demonstration. We will return you to the warehouse now, please make yourselves comfortable.”
The ambassador left the room, leaving just the men and the aliens still working on the command consoles. There was a stunned silence from the men who had been rendered speechless by the demonstration that had just been shown in front of them. They were a group of seasoned slavers, having kidnapped hundreds of women over the years but nothing they had ever seen before could have prepared them for what they had just witnessed. The aliens had bagged two dozen prime candidates for sale seemingly with the snap of a finger. Finally Mike was able to find his voice. “Well that is just fucking unfair!”