On the auction block.

A electric shock painfully awakes the **** Kenya, forcing her to straighten up. She is back in the auction room, however, this time Lt. Nyarai is under the bright lights of the auction block itself. Her wrists bound above her, held in space by the energy manacles, like her ankles below. She wears a simple cloth slip that barely covers her torso. By the excited murmur, the room is obviously full, though the bidders' identities are hid by the shadows. "Oh fuck no." Kenya mutters, realizing she about to be sold into slavery.

"Let's start the bidding at 100 latinum." The Betazoid announces. When it exceeds 500 the auctioneer proudly announces, "With every 500 you get a show!" and rips off Kenya's shift, revealing a linen strapless bra and thong. Kenya's hands clench as her price hits 1,000, knowing what's coming next. The Betazoid gives a quick bow to the crowd. "Thank you, and now your reward!" Taking firm hold of Kenya's top the auctioneer smiles, "Time to show them ****," and forcibly rips her top from her body, causing the lieutenant's sizable naked breasts to bounce about for the inspection and the amusement of the buyers.

Even the Betazoid is surprised the bidding doesn't slow to the 1,500 level. Kenya grits her teeth as the amused auctioneer grabs hold of her thong. The Star Fleet officer cannot help but groan loudly to the laughter of the crowd as the auctioneer first cruelly yanks up, wedging the undergarment painfully into her cunt, and then rips it off, stripping Kenya completely naked.

Still the bidding doesn't slow. At the 2,000 level an excited murmur comes across the auction hall. "Well, well. The Betazoid playfully applauds Kenya. "You're quite the money maker." Slapping the lieutenant's ass cheek the auctioneer cheers on the crowd, "And now for a special reward for your generosity!"