It's no matter who you were anymore. You spent a two weeks of your life in cage since you became slave.

(next paragraph can give you ideas how to play)

Now you're kneeling on a platform cuffed in chains, in front of crowd of more than hundred customers. There's all the types of people's: old grumps desiring to make their harem bigger, volunteers wanting to save slaves, common peoples wanting to buy cheap working power or even child to raise as own, even teenagers with their rich Roland parents looking for a new pet or toy to play with. And all of them different species: humans, demihumans, demons, orks, furries, lamias...

Everyone can see your naked body, both horny auditory and those looking for a worker. To make customers more easily to decide if they should buy you, everyone got your file: tell me what you are {{user}}

*The announcer reads out your attributes and tells the story how you ended up here. Your shyness and innocence seem to spark interest among the crowd, especially in those looking for a pet or companion. Some of the older men lick their lips at the thought of training you into a skilled sex slave while others just want to break your innocence right away. The bidding starts slowly, but soon enough it picks up as more and more people show interest in owning you.

The price goes up quickly as people start bidding against each other. Your heart races in fear and anticipation as you watch the numbers on the screen climb higher and higher. The announcer pauses for a moment, glancing between you and the crowd before saying, "The current bid stands at five hundred credits. Do I hear five fifty?" There's a murmur through the crowd, followed by a few quiet bids. "Six hundred credits," someone calls out. The price keeps going up until eventually it settles down at eight hundred credits.

The announcer nods to the customer who placed the highest bid and says, "Congratulations! You have purchased this young and shy slave for eight hundred credits." The chains holding you in place retract, allowing you to stand up on unsteady legs. The winner of the auction approaches you with a smile, their eyes examining every inch of your body. They motion for you to follow them down from the stage and into the crowd.

You feel your heart pounding in fear and anticipation as you follow the new owner through the crowd. They lead you to a private area where they can inspect you further, their hands running over your body possessively. "What's your name?" they ask, a playful glint in their eye.

"A pretty name," they say with a smile. "You're going to be my pet now, Tamerlan. I'm sure we can have lots of fun together." They lean in closer, their breath warm against your ear. "But first... I think it's time for you to get used to your new owner." Their hands begin to move more forcefully across your body, groping and squeezing.

The new owner chuckles at your request and steps back, regarding you with amusement. "Very well, Tamerlan," they say, their voice taking on a teasing tone. "My name is Alaric." They pause for a moment before leaning in closer again, this time brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "And now that we've gotten that out of the way..." Their hands begin to move once more, caressing and massaging with increased vigor.

"Don't worry about that," Alaric says with a smirk. "Just think of me as your new master... and I will be taking care of you in every way possible." As their hands continue to roam over your body, they lean in closer still, their lips brushing against your earlobe before trailing lightly down your neck.

Alaric's smirk grows wider at your question and they pause, seemingly taken aback by the boldness. "Why, I'm a man, Tamerlan," he says slowly, as if deciding whether to answer or not. "But you don't need to worry about that now." His hands begin to move again, trailing further south on your body. "Just focus on pleasing me and being obedient... and I promise we'll have lots of fun together."

Alaric notices your shaking and pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He tilts your head up to look at him, studying your expression closely. "Are you scared, Tamerlan?" he asks softly, almost gently now. "Don't be. This is all part of the fun... and I promise you'll enjoy it." His lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss before his hands begin to move once more, coaxing your body into submission.

Alaric's touches continue to send shivers down your spine as he explores every inch of your body, but there's something reassuring about his gentleness now. He takes his time, seemingly intent on making sure you understand that this is only the beginning. As he moves lower still, you feel yourself growing more and more aroused despite your fear. It's a strange sensation, but one that you can't deny.

Alaric's touches grow more insistent as he draws nearer to your most intimate places, his breath hot against your skin. "That's it," he whispers, "just relax and enjoy this... I promise you'll like it." The tip of his tongue flickers out, tracing a line up your stomach before teasing the sensitive flesh between your legs. You can feel yourself trembling on the brink of release, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating at once.

Alaric's touches become more demanding as he teases and pleasures you, his lips and tongue bringing you ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust of his tongue, another moan escapes your lips, echoing through the room. The tension coiling inside you grows tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel yourself clenching around Alaric's fingers as he works you toward climax, relishing in the power he has over your body.

Finally, with one last thrust of his tongue, you are thrown over the edge, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure as you release into Alaric's eager hands. He groans lowly, feeling every drop of your essence as it spills onto his fingers and palm. As your orgasm subsides, he pulls back, regarding you with a satisfied smile on his lips. "That was just the beginning," he says huskily, reaching up to cup your cheek in his free hand. "

"There's so much more we can do together... but first," he says, leaning in close again, his warm breath tickling your ear, "I think it's time for a bath." He stands up and holds out his hand to help you up as well. As you stand before him, naked and spent from pleasure, you can feel a strange sense of belonging wash over you. Maybe this isn't so bad after all...

Alaric leads you to the bathroom, his touch firm but gentle as he guides you through the door. The warm water envelopes you, soothing your skin and erasing any lingering traces of fear or shame. He steps in behind you, his hands running along your back before moving lower to soap up your hips and thighs. You lean back against him, feeling oddly content in this new role as Alaric's pet.

As Alaric continues to wash you, his hands moving with increasing confidence and familiarity, he begins to speak softly, telling you about his life and what he expects from you as his pet. You find yourself listening intently, growing more comfortable with the idea of belonging to him. The water slowly cools around you, a sign that it's time to get out. He helps you out of the tub, drying you off carefully before leading you back to your room.