Raki hit the floor hard, still unable to move. It came from being bound up in more coils than a boa's prey. He wouldn't have protested quite so much if he hadn't have been stuffed into a sack and carried like a bag of laundry, but that's what had happened. He didn't know where he was, or even how long it had been since he regained cosnciousness. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his back, and everyone screaming. Then he woke up here. Well, not here. He'd woken up somewhere cold and being jostled about but now he was being carried probably over someone's shoulder. Or he had been. He'd just been set down on a very hard floor.
The sack was untied, and he was dumped out onto the floor of a very well lit room. He was tied around his wrists and ankles and tail, and gagged. And he could see that he'd been stripped of his vest. He'd been raised on the Esada colony in the Kai'yu system, the vest designated who you were in the colony and helped keep the dust storms from rubbing you raw when they occurred out in the deserts. But now he was away from all that. This didn't look anything like the home he'd grown up it. But to be fair he was still a child. And his Galstan wasn't great. Still, with his mother being a surgeon, he looked around and could see many similar tools around. Maybe this was a hospital? No, he wasn't sick. Besides, since when are paitents gagged and tied?
He was rolled onto his back, and pinned down as a strange looking creature knelt over him and flashed a light into his face. It was all pink and weird. Had no tail. "He looks well enough. Healthy young boy. No broken bones or missing appendages - good."
"Boss wants him on the market the afternoon. Apparently there's a buyer already on the lookout for Jussin." A darker skinned one said, this one had a tail, and was almost purple. More familiar in shape but still strange to his eyes.
"I won't have much work to do on this one. Mainly cosmetic. Just mark him and he'll be fit to sell."
Sell? As a slave? He was old enough to figure that out. But as much as he squirmed, he couldn't get free.
"He's a lively bugger. Ain't you gonna castrate him?"
Raki yelped at that, and tried to wriggle away, but was pinned firmly in place. He knew what that meant. He wasn't stupid.
"Naa, he's just a kid. Besides, the auction's only in two hours. I couldn't patch him up that fast. He either goes out as is, or he gets rolled over till next week."
"Boss said he'd better be on that lott, whatever happened. This load isn't exactly a high quality bunch, and the couple good ones are tagged already."
"He'll be out there. As much as I'd hate to see a young boy like this end up in a mine, he'll be ready by 4."
The purple alien left, leaving him alone with the pink one. He just watched him poking him, examining him. "You old enough to understand me?"
Raki watched him warily but nodded slowly.
"Good. You might as well know you're probably going to end up as a worker slave somewhere." The doctor said, not stopping his insessent touching with various implaments, even in places his own mother did not touch him. But there was nothing he could do about that. "I have plenty of time to cut your testicles off, but if you're going to end up in a rough place like that, you'll need 'em to survive. And you appear to be a good, fit kid. I just hope you live long enough to see adulthood."
Raki suffered the indignities and just lay there, trying to wriggle free but nothing was moving. It clung to his skin and bound him tight. Even his juvenile claws weren't sharp enough yet to nick the odd fabric that restrained him.
Eventually, the doctor finished with his examination, and picked him up (With difficulty. He may have only been 14 years old, but he already weighed almost 70 kilos, and would nearly have been as tall as the short man) and placed him on a table, loosely binding his already restrained body down. "Now hold still. If you struggle, this will hurt a lot more, okay? It's just a tattooing." He said, picking up a small, ink stamp like object like the one's he'd seen in his history classes. Raki let out a little whimper, and tried to get away, but the doctor just gently pushed his head back. "I know, it's not a happy situation but just be thankful I'm nice enough to let you walk about with your balls on. An unchipped Jussin boy like you? Anyone else would have rendered you sterile." He said, holding the little stamp against the side of his neck, near his shoulder, and he could feel the little microneedles stabbing him hundreds of times. It felt like a strange tingling, like a gentle vibrating against his neck. It was almost nice, if it weren't for the whole terror and misery of the situation.
And then it was removed. And he got a gentle pat on his shoulder. "I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth now, okay? But I want you to keep it open. I've no intention of hurting you, don't make me, okay?" He said, untying the strip of cloth that had been so crudely shoved inside his jaws and tied there.
The gag came off and his jaws came together. He wasn't stupid. He didn't just roll over and obay just because someone had the better of him.
The pink skinned doctor just sighed and shook his head. "If you really want me to hurt you, I will but I'd rather this just go easy on the both of us, okay? You're all tied up, have nowhere to go think about it. Just open your mouth for a bit is all, okay?" When he put it like that, it did sound rather futile. So consigning what little dignity he had left to the grave, he let his head flop back, and opened his mouth, and a sweet tasting putty was slipped between his jaws. "Bite down."
Raki rolled his eyes, and bit into the putty, imagining it was this guy's arm. But once his minute stress relief was through, he found his jaws locked together. He couldn't pull his teeth apart again. "hmm!" he grunted panickedly.
"Yes yes, it's a cast. You won't be able to open your mouth for a few hours until your saliva dissolves the cement. Besides, you wouldn't be allowed to open your mouth during the sale anyways. So you might as well just stay quiet, keep out of trouble, and tough it out, okay? And pray they don't send you to a labour camp. Otherwise, my dear boy, your future life just entered a whole new world of 'bad'."