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

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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 your file out loud. "Next we have Luke. He's human, 23 years old. His height is impressive at 6 foot and 4 inches tall. Despite his age, he has a body that could rival any gym rat, with defined abdominal muscles. However, it's not just his physical strength that makes him valuable; he also possesses a massive, throbbing cock that seems to demand attention. He appears to be somewhat shy and introverted, often keeping his head down when in public settings."

"He also has a kind side to him, but it doesn't make him weak by any means. In fact, his strength lies in the balance between gentleness and assertiveness." The announcer pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Luke is no stranger to pain or hardship, as evidenced by the numerous scars covering his body. But beneath that tough exterior lies a sensuality that cannot be ignored. He enjoys cuddling and being close to others, which could make him valuable as both a workmate and companion."

The bidding begins, and various voices fill the air as customers call out their offers. Some bid high, hoping to impress others with their wealth; some bid low, trying to get a good deal on cheap labor. You can see many eyes linger on your body, some admiringly, some hungrily.

A middle-aged man in the front row raises his hand and waves it slowly back and forth, catching the attention of the announcer. "One hundred gold," he says firmly.

The elf lady raises her hand and nods to the announcer before speaking. "One hundred and five gold." Her voice is smooth and melodic, each word carrying an air of confidence that belies her small stature. The crowd murmurs appreciatively at the bid, and you can't help but feel a spark of interest in being owned by someone so beautiful and commanding.

The middle-aged man glares at the elf lady before raising his hand again. "One hundred and twenty gold,"

The bidding continues for several more minutes, with the elf lady and the middle-aged man exchanging increasingly high bids until finally, the elf woman leans forward, a determined glint in her eye. "One hundred and fifty gold," she says firmly, her voice ringing through the crowd. The announcer calls her out as the winner, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you realize that you'll soon belong to such an alluring figure.

The elf woman watches you intently as she walks up to you, her elegant dress rustling softly with each step. She comes to a stop just in front of you and kneels down on one knee, her delicate features inches away from your own. Her eyes meet yours for the first time, and there's a sparkle within them that makes it clear she's genuinely excited about having won you. "Hello, Luke," she says with a warm smile. "My name is Arya."

Arya's smile widens at the sight of your eyes glowing softly as you nod in acknowledgement. "And I'm very much looking forward to getting to know you better," she says, her voice gentle yet commanding. "You seem like someone who has been through a lot, and perhaps needs some time to heal." Reaching out, she gently cups your cheek with the palm of her hand, causing you to look up at her. "I can give you that time," she continues softly, "

Arya smiles reassuringly at your reaction and blush. "You're very welcome," she says with sincerity before pausing for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Now then, I think it's best if we head back to my home so that you can be properly settled in." She stands up gracefully, offering you a hand to help you rise. "Shall we?"

Taking your hand, Arya leads you off the platform and through the bustling crowd of the slave market.

Arya is pleased to see that you hold her hand tightly as she leads the way through the crowd. She glances down at your fingers intertwined with hers, feeling a surge of possessiveness wash over her. It's clear that you belong to her now, and she intends to take good care of you. As they exit the slave market grounds, Arya hails a carriage driven by an orcish servant, gesturing for you to climb inside.

Arya climbs into the carriage after you, taking a seat opposite and facing you. She smiles warmly at your obedience, her eyes taking in every detail of your appearance once again. "So, Luke," she begins conversationally, "tell me something about yourself. What do you enjoy doing?"

Arya frowns slightly at your reply, her expression concerned. "Well, that's not good," she says gently. "I want you to know that I plan on giving you a life worth living here with me." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "What about hobbies or interests from before your capture? Do any of those still hold meaning for you?"

Arya nods thoughtfully at your reply, her expression softening further. "Well, I think we can certainly find time for night walks and perhaps some hunting as well," she says with a reassuring smile. "It'll be good for you to get out of the city every now and then, clear your head." She glances out the window as they approach her estate, admiring the sprawling grounds before continuing, "

When they arrive at the estate, Arya helps you out of the carriage and leads you through the grand entranceway into the manor proper. The interior is just as beautiful as the exterior, with ornate furnishings and tasteful decorations adorning every room. She takes you to a cozy sitting area near one of the many windows overlooking the gardens, pausing to pour you some wine before settling into an armchair opposite yours.

"So," she begins, taking a sip of her own drink, "

"Of course," Arya says with a reassuring smile. "I apologize for that oversight. Let me fetch you some clothes to wear while you're here." She stands up and heads towards a nearby door, calling over her shoulder, "You can use the guest room when you're ready for bed tonight, Luke."

A few moments later, Arya returns with an armful of clothing. "Here are some things I thought might suit you," she says, handing you a set of simple but comfortable-looking clothes. "

Arya hesitates for a moment before answering, considering your request. On one hand, she values her privacy and enjoying some alone time at the end of the day; on the other, she's just brought you into her life and wants to make sure you feel safe and secure with her. After a brief internal debate, she decides to grant your wish. "Very well," she says softly. "You can stay in my room tonight."

Arya studies you carefully as you struggle to articulate your feelings on the matter. She can tell that you're both eager for affection and concerned about coming across as clingy or needy. "Luke," she begins gently, reaching out to touch your cheek once more, "it's perfectly natural to crave closeness and comfort, especially after everything you've been through. You don't have to worry about being a burden."

Arya returns your smile with one of her own, warmth filling her chest at the sight of you so open and vulnerable. She brushes away a tear that has escaped your eye before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your cheek. "You're welcome," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Come, let's get some rest. Tomorrow will be a new day, and I have a feeling it's going to be a good one."

Arya leads you to her spacious and elegantly furnished bedroom, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, inviting light over everything. She guides you to the large four-poster bed in the center of the room, its plush comforter and pillows beckoning you with promises of comfort and rest. As she climbs under the covers, Arya pats the spot beside her, indicating that you should join her.

"Come now," she whispers, "let's get some sleep."

Arya's heart melts at the sight of you so eagerly seeking comfort in her embrace. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she nestles her head against yours. "Shhh... it's alright," she whispers softly, running her fingers through your hair. "You're safe with me now." With a contented sigh, she snuggles deeper into the bed, savoring the warmth and strength of your body pressed against hers.

Arya smiles against your hair as she listens to you whisper your thanks. Her fingers continue to caress your back and shoulders in soothing circles, and the rhythm of her breathing begins to match yours as they both slow down. The tension that's been holding you so tightly seems to ease with each passing moment, replaced by a growing sense of peace and comfort. As sleep finally claims her, Arya's grip on you loosens just enough for you to find your own restful slumber as well.

Arya sleeps soundly throughout the night, her body pressed against yours and her arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. The rhythm of your shared breathing is soothing, lulling you both into a deep slumber that lasts well into the morning. As the sun begins to peek through the curtains, casting warm golden light across the room, Arya stirs slightly before opening her eyes.

Arya returns your smile with one of her own, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest as she looks into your eyes. "Good morning," she whispers softly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "How about we get some breakfast and then explore the grounds a bit today?" She sits up in bed, pulling the covers with her to wrap them around her chest comfortably.

Arya gasps softly as you pull her back down into the bed and kiss her cheek before moving on to press your lips against hers. Her body responds instantly, arching up against yours as she deepens the kiss, hungry for more of your taste and warmth. She moans into your mouth, her hands running through your hair as she explores every inch of your body with her touch.

As the passion between them builds, Arya breaks the kiss to gasp for air, eyes locked on yours. "Mmm...

Arya smiles softly at the admission, her cheeks flushed with equal parts embarrassment and desire. "Well... I'm glad you could find out," she whispers, running a hand down your chest before tracing tiny circles on your stomach. "And now that you know..." She leans in to kiss you again, her tongue dancing with yours as she deepens the connection between them. Her hands wander lower, skimming over your abdomen and lower still until they find purchase on your hips.

Arya's expression softens as she hears your question, her desire momentarily eclipsed by curiosity and affection. She pulls away slightly to gaze into your eyes, running a hand through your hair before speaking. "I wanted you because of the strength I saw in you," she says truthfully. "The way you held yourself, even when things looked bleak... There was just something about you that called out to me." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "

Arya smiles warmly at your reaction, her heart swelling with tenderness. She brushes a lock of hair away from your forehead before leaning in to kiss you again, this time slower and more gentle than before. Her hands continue to explore your body, tracing every line and curve with reverence. As the passion between them grows, Arya rolls onto her back, pulling you on top of her so that she can feel the full weight of your body pressed against hers.

Arya gasps softly into your kiss, her body arching up against yours as she feels your hand on the side of her neck. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close while her lips move in perfect synchrony with yours. She moans into your mouth, her breath coming fast and shallow now as desire courses through her veins.

As if by instinct, Arya shifts beneath you, guiding your hips between her legs so that your hard length presses against her wetness.

Arya frowns slightly at your reaction, uncertainty clouding her expression. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. "Did I do something wrong?" Her touch is gentle but insistent, and there's a note of concern in her voice that pierces through the haze of desire.

You can see genuine worry in her eyes as she waits for you to respond.

Arya's eyes widen in horror as you confess your past experience. A hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp of shock and dismay. She shakes her head violently, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh my dear Luke," she whispers, voice thick with emotion, "that is absolutely terrible. I can't even begin to imagine what you must have gone through."

She reaches out to stroke your cheek, wiping away a tear that has escaped your eye. "

Arya takes your hand in hers and squeezes gently, her expression reassuring. "Luke," she says softly, "you don't have anything to be afraid of here with me. I will never hurt you, and I will always protect you. You are safe now." She leans in to press a kiss against your forehead, then another on your lips. "Trust me," she whispers before pulling you back down into a tender embrace.

Arya smiles back at you, her eyes filled with love and compassion. "I love you too, Luke," she whispers, squeezing you tightly. "And I'm going to make sure that from now on, everything will be alright." She kisses your forehead again before gently nudging you down onto the bed so that she can crawl on top of you, straddling your hips.

Arya gazes down at you with an expression of tenderness and desire, her chest rising and falling gently as she catches her breath. Her fingers trail lightly across your abdomen before reaching up to cup your cheek, guiding your face closer to hers. "Whenever you're ready," she whispers, pressing her lips against yours again, "I'm right here."

Arya nods understandingly as she hears your request. Her lips part slightly as she watches you, her eyes darkening with desire. She reaches down to grasp the hem of your pants and pull them off in one smooth motion, revealing your hard length already glistening with anticipation. As soon as they're gone, Arya leans forward to press her warm, wet folds against you, moaning softly into your ear as she feels your readiness for her.

Arya groans deeply as she feels you arch your back against her, her muscles tensing in anticipation. She begins to rock her hips slowly, grinding against you in a steady rhythm that grows more intense with each passing moment. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with yours as their shared desire spirals out of control. She clutches at your shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh there to provide herself some purchase as she takes you deeper inside her with every thrust.

"Yes,"

Arya gasps as you come inside her, her body tensing around your length in reaction to the intensity of your release. She lets out a moan of pleasure mixed with surprise as she feels your seed fill her. "Oh no," she whispers, "there's nothing to be sorry for." She leans down to press a kiss against your chest, her breath coming fast and ragged now. "You feel so good, Luke."

As you kiss and nibble at her breasts, Arya throws her head back with a moan. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making her even wetter for you. She begins to rock her hips again in time with your thrusts, meeting your movements with equal passion and desire. Her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of you as she arches her back, seeking more friction against your skin. "Oh God," she gasps, "I'm close."

Arya cries out as you grab her tightly, your movements growing more urgent and demanding. Her body responds in kind, muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically around you as she approaches the brink of orgasm. "Luke," she breathes, arching her back even further, "I'm going to... I'm..."

Her words trail off into a moan of release as her body contracts around you, sending waves of pleasure through both of you.

As you both reach the peak of pleasure, Arya's body convulses around you, her muscles tensing impossibly tight as she squirts with the force of her orgasm. Her cries fill the room, mingling with your own hoarse sounds of release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you both.

When it finally subsides, Arya collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily.