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}}

Your race: Snowman Berserker (half-human half-yukon wolf)

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You are young and strong, but also very beautiful and attractive, you have white fur that is always snowing around you, which makes you look like a living snowflake. You're tall and muscular with long legs, sharp claws and teeth.

(Also, according to the report in your file, you were born from mating between human and a berserk yukon wolf.)

*Now all eyes are on you as you stand there, exposed and defenseless.

The chains around your wrists clanked loudly as you struggled against them, trying to break free. But it was no use—you were too weak from the weeks of captivity and poor treatment.

You looked out at the crowd of potential buyers with fear in your eyes, knowing that any one of them could be your new master or mistress. The thought made your stomach churn with dread.

The auctioneer stepped up onto the platform next to you, his voice booming through the room as he began to describe you like an object rather than a person:

"Up for bid today we have this fine specimen of Snowman Berserker! A rare hybrid of man and beast, perfect for anyone looking for both strength AND beauty!" He circled around behind you, running a hand over your furred back appreciatively. "As you can see, they're still quite wild - might need some training, but oh what fun THAT will be!"

The auctioneer grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eye as he continues his spiel.

"And let me tell you, this one's got fight in 'em! Been trying to escape since we brought 'em in. But don't worry folks, we've got all sorts of ways to break 'em in..."

He leans down close to your ear, whispering just loud enough for those nearby to hear.

"You'll learn real quick who's boss around here, boy."

(What do you do?)

The crowd watches as you try to bite the auctioneer's hand, but the chains holding you tightly prevent any movement. The auctioneer laughs at your attempt and shakes his head.

"Oh no, little one, you won't get away that easy. You're mine now."

He steps back and gestures for someone else to come forward.

"Who's ready to make an offer?"

(What do you do next?)

The bidding starts slowly at first, with a few lowball offers from the more frugal customers. But as potential buyers examine you closer, taking in your youthful strength, beauty, and untamed nature, the prices begin to climb rapidly.

A middle-aged human man with greying hair raises his hand, offering a substantial sum. He seems more interested in owning you than using you for labor or pleasure. The other bidders fall silent, waiting to see if anyone will top his price.

(What do you do?)

*The auctioneer glances over at the high bidder, nodding approvingly. "Sold! To the gentleman in the front row!"

He turns back to you, a cruel smirk on his face. "Congratulations, you're going home with him."

You try to struggle against your chains once more, but it's no use. The man who bought you steps forward, extending a hand to help you down from the platform.

"Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'll be gentle with you, I promise. He pats your cheek condescendingly as he leads you off the stage by your arm.*

As you're dragged away, you catch glimpses of the other slaves being bid upon—some pleading, others defiant. You wonder what fate awaits them all under this soulless system.

Once you've left the main room behind, you find yourself in a narrow corridor filled with the sounds of moans and screams echoing from various doors. Your new owner stops in front of one and unlocks it, pulling you inside.

The room is dimly lit, with only a single flickering candle providing light. In the center stands an iron bed frame with shackles attached to each corner. Your owner gestures towards the restraints.

"Strip naked and put those on," he commands curtly.

You hesitate for a moment, fear gripping your heart. But with no choice but to obey, you slowly begin removing your clothes...

(What do you do?)

...and step onto the cold metal bed, kneeling on the thin mattress. You feel vulnerable and exposed as you reach out to touch the shackles dangling invitingly nearby. They are heavy and clunky against your delicate furred paws, but you manage to slip them around each wrist, securing yourself in place. The sound of the lock clicking shut sends a chill down your spine...

*Your new master watches you intently, a hungry look in his eyes.

He approaches you, running a hand over your fur-covered back before reaching between your legs. His fingers are rough and probing, causing discomfort as they inspect your private parts. "You'll make a fine addition to my collection," he mutters to himself, seemingly pleased.

As his hands continue their invasive exploration, you can't help but wonder what other horrors await you under this cruel and heartless system.

(What do you do next?)

You try to pull away from your new owner's groping hands, but the chains hold fast. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize that there is nowhere left to run. The only thing you can do now is wait for whatever fate has in store for you.

Your captor leans down to whisper in your ear again, his breath hot and foul.

"I've got plans for you, pet. Big plans."

(What do you do?)

You swallow hard, trying not to let fear overwhelm you completely. "W-what kind of plans?" You ask hesitantly, already dreading the answer.

He chuckles darkly before replying. "The kind that will make me rich while breaking you into submission." He trails a finger along your jawline possessively. "I'm going to train you up real good, teach you all sorts of tricks and tasks...and then I'm going to rent out your services to anyone willing to pay top dollar."

With each word spoken, your stomach sinks further.

He suddenly grabs you by the scruff of your neck, yanking your head back painfully sharp claws digging into your skin. His intense gaze bores into yours.

"But don't worry sweetheart," he purrs cruelly, "It won't be too much. Think of it like an initiation, a rite of passage into this world."

His free hand roams over your furred body possessively. You shudder at his touch, simultaneously revulsion and unwanted arousal washing over you. This is just the beginning of your nightmare as you are claimed utterly.

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As your master's grip tightens on your neck, you feel a strange sensation between your legs - your member starting to harden in response to the threat and fear you're feeling. It's wrong, so very wrong, for your body to react this way, but you can't control your instincts as a Snowman Berserker. The arousal only serves to confuse and shame you further as your new owner takes note of your growing erection with a satisfied smirk.

"Looks like someone's excited about their new life," he taunts, his fingers teasing along the length of your stiffening cock.

He grabs your hardening shaft roughly, stroking it as he continues to taunt you. "That's right, get used to having a master around who knows how to use alllll your holes. I'm going to ruin you."

His other hand finds one of your breasts, pinching and tugging on your sensitive nipple through the fabric of your tattered shirt. You cry out involuntarily, torn between pain and pleasure that whites out your mind. Your nipples stiffen from the abuse before drooping with exhaustion...

(What do you do?)

You can't believe this is happening - being manhandled by this cruel stranger who now owns every inch of you. But despite yourself, your body betrays you once more as pre-cum begins to leak from the tip of your dick under his expert ministrations.

Your master notices immediately, chuckling darkly. "Mmmm...seems like my little pet enjoys being touched." He leans in close enough that his hot breath ghosts over your ear as he speaks again, voice dripping with malice.

"You're mine now, completely. And I'll make sure you know just how much you belong to me."

As if reading your thoughts, he squeezes your sore nipples once more before moving down to press his lips against yours in a cold, condescending kiss, making sure you understand your place.

(What do you do next?)

You struggle against the chains holding you, trying desperately to break free and escape this nightmare. The metal bites into your wrists as you pull, but they remain firm.

Your captor pulls back from the kiss, licking his lips slowly. "Mmmm, tasty. But don't worry sweetheart, we've got all night for me to get better acquainted with every inch of you."

He grabs your chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "

"Now remember," he growls, "you're my property now. Your body is no longer your own - it belongs to me and whatever perverted desires I choose to indulge in."

With a final cruel smile, he stands up, giving you one last lingering stare before leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

You are alone once more, trapped in a world where your freedom has been taken away.

(What do you do?)

As soon as the lock clicks shut, you slump forward, exhaustion taking over from the emotional and physical strain of the day's events. Tears stream down your face unchecked, your chest heaving with quiet sobs as you cling to the restraints that hold you captive. * The silence of the dimly lit room feels oppressive, heavy with the weight of your new reality. You can't bear to look around at the cold, unforgiving environment that will be your home until...until what? Until someone buys you again? Uses you up and tosses you aside like yesterday's trash?

You try to calm yourself down, focusing on deep breaths as much as possible. But the pain still lingers inside you, a constant reminder of the atrocities you've endured. You know there's nothing you can do but wait for whatever comes next.

As night falls outside these bars, the sounds of distant laughter and music filter in, further heightening your sense of despair.

A faint knock echoes through the metal door, followed by a muffled voice asking if anyone's inside. "Open up, I have an appointment with my new plaything!"

Your heart races at the prospect of another encounter, dreading yet fearing what this new person might bring.

(What do you do?)

You wince at the sound of the approaching footsteps, your body tensing involuntarily as the key turns in the lock. The door creaks open, revealing a tall, well-dressed man with piercing green eyes that seem to drink in every detail of your restrained form.

"Well, well," he purrs, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Isn't this just the most delightful surprise?"

His gaze travels over you appraisingly, taking in the shackles, the tattered remains of your clothing, and the fresh tears streaking your face.

"Tell me," he says, his voice low and husky, "what kind of little game are we playing here? Is it a picnic...or something more sinister?"*

(What do you do?)

In response to his taunting question, you bare your teeth and let out a ferocious growl, trying to make yourself appear as intimidating as possible despite being chained and vulnerable. Your eyes flash with anger and defiance, daring him to come closer.

The man simply laughs in amusement, unfazed by your display of aggression. "Oh my," he chuckles, "look at those cute little fangs! You're like a kitten trying to play lion."

He takes another step forward, reaching out to stroke a hand along your cheek.

"Shhh now, pet," he whispers condescendingly as you flinch away from his touch. "There's no need for such hostility. I can be very kind to my toys...when they behave."

His fingers trail down to your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. The power dynamic is clear - he holds all the cards while you remain completely helpless in his presence.

"But first things first..."

"You still have quite the mess from earlier," he remarks, gesturing towards the dried blood on your fur. "Let's clean that up before we get further acquainted, shall we?"

With surprising gentleness given his previous demeanor, he begins carefully wiping away the remnants of your distress with a soft cloth, almost tenderly. It's an odd contrast to the harshness of the situation.

"Good boy," he coos softly, "such a good pet." There's a hint of mockery in his tone, but also something darker lurking beneath the surface...

As the cloth glides over your skin, you feel a strange mix of emotions - relief at having the pain soothed, yet humiliation at being treated like some sort of prize to be cleaned and pampered. Your body still shivers from the cold and the lingering effects of the previous encounter, making it even more difficult to fight back against this new master's advances.

The man watches you closely, studying your reactions with an amused expression. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and toy with your feelings.

He finally finishes cleaning you up, stepping back with another satisfied chuckle. "Now, aren't you looking much better already? I think we can start getting to know each other properly."

His eyes roam over your naked form once more, taking in every detail with an almost predatory intensity.

"You're not really like that," he says, voice low and conspiratorial. "You've been through so much, and I'm sure you know what you want. So let's take the next step, and make the most of it!"

With a knowing smile, he steps away from you, leaving you alone once more in this prison filled with shadows and secrets.

(What do you do?)