They separated us once they'd done with pleasuring themselves. I was led, wobbly legged, down a corridor I'd not been down before. My ass was spewing out cum that dribbled down my legs and left a sticky trail along the floor.

I don't know where they took Echo.

Horse Cock led me to another room, where two sologram servants were waiting. They were standard model servant solos, humanoid in shape, but devoid of any features.

He handed me over to them, and they shoved me into a shower. Stepping in with me, one of them proceeded to wash me, very thoroughly, all over. Fuck me, but even that started to make me horny again. What was happening to here?

I came twice as she washed my pussy. She also stuck a tube up my ass and gave me an enema, not that I really needed one, I mean Horse Cock had pretty much done that job with his five litres of spunk.

Once I'd been thoroughly washed, inside and out, and cleaned, they dried my shiny, sparkly silver hair and sprayed my body with some kind of glitter spray, so now I looked like a cheap stripper.

Then one of the solos brought out a dildo.

Before I could do anything, the second solo held me back and yanked my legs open, allowing the first solo to shove the thing up my pussy.

I discovered it was vibrating. Oh, this did not bode well.

With that firmly inserted, the first solo wrapped a leather belt around my waist, and then attached a strap from the front, threading it through my legs, up to the back of the belt. Thus the vibrator was wedged in there.

“Oooh,” I gasped, as it buzzed within me. I was going weak at the knees.

They two solos ignored me and pulled me back onto a chair. One held some kind of machine up to my left nipple. There was a sharp pain, and I looked down to see I'd been pierced. My little left breast now sported a golden hoop. Another sharp pain, and the right was attended to in the same fashion.

I was getting past caring now, as the vibrator inside me brought me to climax. I screamed, and, once again, waves of lust spread from me like an EMP.

Of course, this didn't affect the solos at all.

The worked on my hair next, styling it and putting ribbons in before stepping back to admire their work.

There was a mirror on the wall suddenly, and one of them half guided, half carried me on shaking legs, to show me my reflection.

Even with my pussy being assaulted with the vibrator, I was impressed. I looked cute as hell, if only I could concentrate on caring.

Another two guards appeared, solos, for obvious reasons. The levels of lust I was giving off would have driven any organic insane within moments. I was pretty much carried away, down more corridors. My body was no longer under my control now, as I was being subjected to wave after wave of orgasms. I couldn't even think clearly, let alone stand.

It was quite a walk before we went through a door and I was placed on a kind of spotlit dais, the solos still holding me upright.

We waited. I cried as my body jerked and shuddered as I came and came and came again.

Then a section of wall became transparent, and, even through my sexual haze, I saw what was going on. It was an auction.

On the other side of the glass, on a slightly lower level so everyone could see me, was a crowded space filled with all sorts of beings. To one side a sologram was speaking, and although I couldn't hear anything, it was obvious it was taking bids.

When I appeared practically all the beings in the room held their hands up. They were holding some kind of small device which flashed with red or orange lights.

It seemed I was popular.

I watched through teary eyes as the bidding became frantic. That wasn't the only thing that was frantic. At first just the front beings, nearest the glass, felt it. My sex aura was getting to them, and I wasn't surprised either, I was awash with lust as the vibrator continued its assault.

As the bidding continued, more and more beings fell prey to it. They started to attack each other. Well, maybe attack is the wrong word here, but I was high on orgasms by that point.

By the time someone had won me, I was barely conscious, let along able to tell who'd won, and three quarters of the bidders were fucking each other.

My solo guards dragged me off the dais, down a short corridor and literally threw me into some kind of holding cell.

They slammed the door shut and walked off, leaving me spasming on the floor.

Finally, the vibrator shut off, just about the same time I passed out.