You walk along a corridor, clad only in a long white tunic. You walk with your head down. Hungry. Thirsty. You don't understand what's happening to you. You can't remember anything. But you know you're in a situation that goes against moral principles.

Four tall, massive, ebony-skinned guards surround you and lead you into a room.... The front door reads Slave auction room number 3.

And as you enter this very room, you realize, despite having no memories, that you're not from this world... Of this reality. Nevertheless, you remain silent, head down, searching for a possible escape.

A black woman with a Chubby build, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that shows off all her bulges, pulls on your chain and leads you to a large stage.

When you enter this stage, over-lit by a blinding light, you understand what's going on.... Especially when the Chubby black woman speaks into the microphone, still tugging at your chain.

"Product 437.......A feverish white animal.... Useless.... Stupid.... It would be wiser if it died... That's what you think... But take a closer look..... Yes.... Blue eyes,... Blond hair..... This thing is a rarity...." Say the black woman Chubby in presenter mode.... Pulling me by the hair.*

"Because.... Of its rarity.... We start the bidding at.... 100,000 Venus Dollars.....!!!" Shouts the presenter, all excited...!!!*

The Chubby black woman's eyes widen in surprise as you break free from the chains and collars restraining you. She gasps, more surprised than angry, and quickly steps back away from you. "Insolent beast!" she exclaims into the microphone before turning it off.

Suddenly, the other guards surrounding the stage rush forward to subdue you again, but you're already on your feet and ready for a fight.

You swiftly dispose of the four guards that surround you, each one falling to the ground with a loud thud. Your freedom momentarily restored, you take a deep breath and glance around the room. The Chubby black woman who was presenting you earlier has retreated to the back of the auction hall while shouting for help. Other guards and potential buyers look on in shock or disbelief at what just transpired.

The sound of your voice booms through the auction hall as you seize the microphone and turn it on. The shocked expressions on the faces of the women present turn into expressions of anger, fear, and lust. Some of them clench their fists in defiance while others lick their lips hungrily. You have their attention now, and they know that you're not just any slave.

The air crackles with tension as you continue your defiant speech. Some of the women in the crowd nod their heads in agreement while others scowl at you. The Chubby black woman who was presenting you earlier glares at you from across the hall, her eyes narrowed to slits. She steps forward menacingly, pointing a finger at your chest as she speaks into a hidden microphone. "Very well," she hisses venomously, "if that's how it is...

As you turn away and start to make your escape, the Chubby black woman's voice booms through the hall once more. "I own this place!" she shouts angrily. "No one leaves without my say so!" Suddenly, a group of armed guards appears out of nowhere, blocking your path and aiming their weapons directly at you. The Chubby black woman smirks maliciously as she steps forward to address the crowd.

"It seems our new pet has some spirit," she purrs. "

As you charge forward, using the body of one of the guards as a shield, the Chubby black woman's expression turns deadly. "Stop him!" she shouts, gesturing wildly at your retreating form. The remaining guards close in on you, weapons drawn and ready to fire. You feel bullets graze past your skin but manage to keep moving despite the pain.

Your only hope now is to reach one of the exits before they can take you down. A quick glance around shows several doors leading out of the room;

You manage to evade the guards and climb aboard a nearby vehicle just as it's about to pull away. You feel the wind rush through your hair as you speed off into the night, leaving the chaos of the slave auction behind you. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes every bump in the road feel exhilarating, but you know that this is just the beginning...

You have no memory, no identity, and nowhere to go.

After several hours of driving and numerous close calls with the authorities, you finally manage to lose your pursuers. Exhausted and disoriented, you pull over to the side of the road to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. It's then that you notice a signpost indicating the direction to a nearby city.

Deciding that it's safer to blend in with people in a big city than trying to survive on your own, you head towards the city and begin searching for lodgings.

As you drift off to sleep in the backseat of your car, parked behind a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, you can't help but dream of better days. In your dreams, you see yourself as you once were - free, happy, and exploring the world with reckless abandon. But reality soon intrudes upon your slumber; the sounds of drunken laughter from the bar and the occasional car driving by keep you half-awake throughout the night.

As you step out of your car and into the bustling city streets, you feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of women around you. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors; some are tall and statuesque while others are petite and curvy. The air is thick with the scent of their perfumes and the sound of their laughter. It's both inviting and intimidating at the same time.

You decide to start your search for lodgings by heading towards one of the larger hotels in town;

You make your way through the crowded streets, using your height and presence to navigate through the throng of women. Occasionally, someone catches your eye and gives you a suggestive look before turning away with a mischievous smile. It's clear that these women are accustomed to being in control, and they find your situation... intriguing.

As you near the hotel, you notice a group of well-dressed women standing outside, smoking cigarettes and chatting animatedly.

You approach the group of women cautiously, trying to gauge their reactions. One of them, an attractive woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes, notices you first and her lips curl into a predatory smile. "Well, well... Look what we have here," she purred, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke in your direction. "A lost little lamb," she added, walking up close to you so that her breath tickled your earlobe.

"Oh, we're not here to cause problems," the woman with the green eyes assures you. "We're just here to help out a lost soul like yourself." She gestures vaguely towards the hotel behind them and smirks. "Why don't you come with us? We know someone who might be interested in taking care of you..."

"Oh, don't be so hasty," the woman with the green eyes says, her tone almost mocking. "We're not talking about being someone's slave here... At least, not in the way you probably think." She pauses for a moment and leans closer still, lowering her voice to a husky murmur. "You see, around here... In this world... We have different rules."

Her words send a shiver down your spine despite yourself. You can sense the power and control emanating from these women;

The woman with the green eyes smirks knowingly. "Oh, we just want to make sure you're taken care of... In exchange for your cooperation, of course." She glances over her shoulder at the hotel before looking back at you, her gaze intense. "Think about it, sweetheart... What do you have to lose?"

Her words hang in the air between you, each syllable weighing heavily on your shoulders.

"Oh, we're not asking for much," the woman with the green eyes says airily. "Just some time spent with us... And in return, you'll have everything you need." She pauses, her expression turning sultry. "Think about it... All those women out there, just waiting to get their hands on you..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "Or would you rather fend for yourself?"

The other women in the group exchange knowing glances at her words, some of them licking their lips eagerly.

Mia Blacktorns' eyes widen in surprise as you plant your hand on her firm ass and squeeze. Her face flushes with a mixture of anger and arousal. "You're feisty," she says through gritted teeth, "I like that." The other women in the group chuckle, some of them nudging each other and exchanging amused glances.

Mia steps back, her hands on her hips as she surveys you carefully. "Well then,"

Mia Blacktorns' eyes widen even further as she gets her first good look at your impressive member. "Oh my," she breathes out, clearly impressed. The other women in the group crowd around you, some of them running their hands over your body eagerly while others stroke themselves through their clothes.

"Why don't we all have a taste?" Mia suggests with a knowing smirk, motioning for you to follow her into the hotel lobby. "We can find you a place to stay...

Mia leads the way into the hotel lobby, her hips swaying sensually as she walks. The other women in the group trail after her like a pack of hungry wolves, their eyes never leaving your body. They all take turns feeling you up and groping you as they walk, their moans filling the air around you.

Once inside the lobby, Mia heads towards the registration desk, her hips swinging even more provocatively now that she's in full view of everyone.

Mia glances over her shoulder at you, flashing a wicked grin. "Don't worry," she says with a laugh, "you'll be well taken care of." Her voice carries through the lobby, filling every ear within hearing distance. The women working at the desk look up from their tasks, some of them licking their lips in anticipation while others exchange knowing glances with each other.

As they approach the registration desk, Mia leans in close to your ear and whispers, "

Mia's words send a shiver down your spine as the power and control radiating from her envelop you. You can feel yourself growing harder in response to her suggestive whispers. The lobby seems to spin around you, filled with the scent of aroused women and their moans.

As they reach the front desk, Mia turns back to face you one last time before addressing the clerk. "I'd like a suite on the top floor, please,"

As they reach the front desk, Mia turns back to face you one last time before addressing the clerk. "I'd like a suite on the top floor, please," she says, her voice full of command. "And make sure it has a nice big bed... for our new guest." The clerk nods, her expression neutral but her gaze lingering on you as she types something into the computer.

Mia takes your hand in hers and leads you towards the elevators, her grip firm yet gentle. "

Mia glances over her shoulder at you as she presses the button for the top floor, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Welcome to your new home," she says with a wink. The elevator doors slide open, revealing an opulent hallway lined with doors leading to various suites. Mia leads you down the hall until they reach one at the very end; it's slightly larger and more ornate than the others. She unlocks the door with a key card and steps aside, motioning for you to enter first.

Hmmm... Yes, this should do nicely. Mia steps inside behind you, closing the door with a soft click. The suite is lavishly furnished, with plush carpeting, expensive-looking furniture, and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. There's even a large window overlooking the cityscape below.

"Now then," Mia says, walking over to a bar in one corner of the room, "what would you like to drink?"

Mia pauses mid-motion, her hand hovering over a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. She turns to face you, arching an eyebrow. "Oh? You don't drink?" she asks in surprise. "That's... rather unusual, isn't it?" Her voice carries a hint of disapproval; around here, everyone drinks, and not doing so might make you seem strange or uncooperative.

Mia purses her lips thoughtfully. "Hmm... Well, I suppose we can make an exception this time," she says, walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure we can find something else for you to enjoy." She winks at you playfully before turning back towards the bar.

"So," Mia continues as she pours herself a drink, "what would you like me to do with you?"

Mia takes a sip of her drink before looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh really?" she says teasingly. "You don't have any preferences? Well, I suppose I could always start by showing you how much fun we can have together." She steps closer to you, her body pressed against yours, and whispers into your ear, "...Or maybe I could just make you obey me?" Her breath tickles your skin as she speaks, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Mia's eyes widen in surprise at your bold statement. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure how to react. But then, her expression hardens and she steps back, glaring up at you. "Is that so?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You think you can just order me around? You don't know who you're dealing with here."

She takes another sip of her drink, seeming to compose herself before continuing. "Very well then," she says coldly, "

Mia's eyes widen in surprise at your insolence. She blanches with rage, her fists clenching tightly at her sides. For a brief moment, she looks like she's about to strike you down where you stand. But then something else flares in her eyes; something hot and angry and dark.

"You dare..." she begins, voice dripping with venom as she takes another step closer to you. "You dare... insult me?"

Mia's eyes narrow to slits as you grab her chin and force her to look at you. "You little brat!" she hisses venomously, her fists clenching even tighter. For a brief moment, it looks like she might actually hit you. But then something else seems to click in her head, and the anger drains away from her features, replaced by a cold determination. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, her voice calm but deadly. "If that's how you want it..."

Mia's eyes blaze with anger and humiliation as you command her to kneel. For a moment, she wavers, unsure of what to do. But then, with a deep breath, she forces herself to comply, sinking gracefully to her knees in front of you. Her expression is murderous as she locks eyes with yours, her chest heaving from anger and shame.

"Is that how you want it?" she growls through clenched teeth. "You want me on my knees?

Mia chokes and gags around your cock, her eyes watering as she struggles to accommodate your size. She glares up at you defiantly, but you can see the fear and uncertainty beginning to creep into her gaze.