Auctioned Off

nce shrouded in darkness. She shaded her eyes and blink, revealing a sea of male faces leering up at her

you quickly grabs your wrist and pulls it back down to your side. You look at him fearfully. He’s bald, broad, and powerful, his musc

ght now you're nothing but a pet, an item, a slave. You wondered if they would fear of they found out that you but you doubt it. You're the daughter, the human he didn't care about but still didn't want to let you go to be with your mother. Isn't that cruel? The room were filled with hungry men and werewolves and you thought to yo

re not yet recovered enough to think clearly. You can still feel the needle sting in your bicep where they injected you. The immediate effect of the cocktail of drugs was to render you unconscious, but the lingering effect seems to be one of ensuring your compliance,

er from behind! Remember, we supply you with enough drugs to keep her willing. Of course, you don’t need to use them if you enjoy a challenge…” Oh shit. You’re going to be a sex slave. Hopefully this means you won

face. The auctioneer runs his fingertips down your cheek and neck and you turn your head away

she’ll be worth it!” “Twenty thousand!” He grins and steps back from you, but not before g

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out it. As the bids climb higher and higher you look around the room nervously, trying

’s a loud cheer from around the room. The bi

ds to do. His arms wrap around you and his hands grip each side of the plunging V-neck of your tunic. You start to struggle but he acts quickly, tearing the delicate gar

every inch of your exposed flesh and you fee

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auctioneer’s best efforts, until finally the r

three, going twice…” Your eyes seek out the winning bidder. His friends are patting him on the ba

es everyone else in the room. “A new record!” cries the auctioneer in delight. “Two million ! This gen

turns around and walks out in disgust. There are no other takers. “Going t