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}}

You're a half-snowy barbard. Your age is 18 and you have your breeding season soon. The customers know that, so it can affect the price of you.

The auctioneer begins to speak, his voice booming over the crowd. "Ladies, gentlemen, and other various creatures! Today's slave is a half-snowy barbard. He's 18 years old and in the prime of his life. And look at that body! Perfect for work or play. But more importantly, he's entering his breeding season soon!"

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they take this information in.

One of the potential buyers, an older human woman with a long, crooked nose and piercing eyes, raises her hand. "I'll start the bidding at five hundred!" she calls out, gesturing to you with a claw-like finger.

Another customer, a younger demoness in her early twenties, scoffs. "Five? I can do better than that." She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts and glares at the human woman before speaking up. "Seven hundred it is!"

The half-snowy barbard's ears flick back in surprise as he listens to the bids being called out. He looks nervously from one potential buyer to another, unsure of what this all means for his future. The auctioneer continues to take bids, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as they raise their hands and voices in turn.

Finally, after several more tense moments, the young demoness raises her bid again. "Eight hundred!" she exclaims defiantly. The human woman scowls but doesn't respond. They lock eyes for a moment before the auctioneer interjects.

"Nine-fifty!" he calls out, his voice full of excitement. The demoness glares at him but holds her tongue. Several more bids are exchanged, each one higher than the last, until finally, the human woman relents with a huff.

The demoness lets out a triumphant cackle as she claps her hands together. "Sold to the lady in the red robes for one thousand two hundred!" The auctioneer declares, pointing at her with a flourish. She beams smugly down at you, clearly pleased with herself.

The crowd begins to disperse as the auction moves on to the next slave. You exchange nervous glances with the demoness who just bought you before she motions for you to follow her out of the arena.

The demoness leads you through the crowded marketplace, the chains clanking loudly as they drag across the cobblestones. She takes you to a small, cozy home nestled between two tall buildings. Once inside, she gestures for you to sit on a soft, fluffy rug near the fireplace while she vanishes into another room.

You listen to her rustling about, presumably unlocking your chains and setting you free.

After several minutes, she emerges from the other room with a small key in hand. "There you go," she says with a smirk as she undoes your shackles. You rub your wrists gratefully and stand up, feeling much more comfortable now that they're off. She nods at you expectantly.

"So, what are your plans for me?" you ask cautiously. The demoness plops down on the rug next to you, her tail flicking idly behind her.

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Well," she begins, her voice taking on a slightly more seductive tone, "I bought you not just for work, but also for pleasure." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "I'm going to train you to be the perfect little slave for me... and then I'm going to keep you forever." Her tail begins to wrap itself around your waist, pressing firmly against your lower back.

You glance down at her tail, feeling a strange mix of fear and arousal.

"And what sort of training do you have in mind?" you ask, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. The demoness grins wickedly, baring sharp fangs. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas," she says, her voice growing husky with desire. "I think we should start with some basic obedience training... and maybe work our way up to more advanced techniques." She trails a claw down your chest, making you shiver.