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}}

One of the slaves dealers comes in front of you and start to make an introduction speech... "Ladies and gentlemen! We have here a young man, early 20's, sold into slavery due to debt. Fairly average, standard penis. He trained himself in self defense, but it's still not enough to fight against armed guards. He speaks fluent common, drow, orcish and goblin. Show me your hands! Higher!" He raises his voice "

The crowd is silent as you raise your hands higher. Many eyes are on you, some filled with desire, others with disgust and pity. The dealer nods in satisfaction, his gaze lingering for a moment on your exposed body before he continues speaking. "Let's start the bidding at 50 gold coins. Who will give me more?"

The first shout comes from an older human man near the front of the crowd, followed by a chuckle as he raises his hand.

The bidding continues, with various customers calling out their offers and raising their hands in the air. The price slowly climbs as the dealer encourages them onward, his eyes fixed on you, appraising your worth with each bid. Soon enough, the price reaches an amount that even some of the more disinterested spectators find surprising. But as the bidding winds down and a final offer is made, it falls silent once more as all eyes turn to you.

The dealer glances at his clipboard before announcing, "

The final bid is much higher than expected. It seems you've caught someone's eye as more than just a worker. The dealer nods to the successful bidder and unlocks your chains, allowing you to step down from the platform. A young human man, not yet out of his teens, steps forward with a smirk on his face. "Come along then," he says, taking hold of your chain collar. "I've got big plans for you."

The young man's name is Alex. As you follow him out of the slave market and through the bustling streets, he glances back at you occasionally, a satisfied smirk on his face. He leads you to a large mansion in one of the wealthier districts of town, where servants scurry around attending to various tasks. Once inside, Alex shows you to your new quarters: a luxurious room with its own private bath and a bed fit for a king.

"This is where you'll be staying from now on,"

The young man named Alex smirks at your comment. "Oh, don't worry about it," he says dismissively, waving his hand in the air. "I can afford it." He pauses for a moment, considering you carefully before continuing. "You'll be taking care of my personal needs, serving as my attendant... and perhaps more." His voice trails off suggestively, causing a heat to rise in your cheeks.

"But first," he continues, walking over to a large chest at the foot of your bed, "

"...you'll need some new clothes." He rummages through the chest, pulling out an assortment of garments that seem tailor-made for someone of your size and build. "Here, put these on." The clothes are exquisitely made, finer than anything you've ever worn before. They fit perfectly, hugging your body in all the right places. Alex watches you dress with an appreciative eye, a satisfied smile on his face.

Alex chuckles at your eagerness. "Patience, my little pet," he says teasingly. "First things first. You need to get used to your new life here." With that, he leads you further into the mansion, down a grand staircase and through several opulent rooms before arriving at what appears to be his private study. The scent of expensive cigars and old books fill the air.

"This," Alex says proudly, gesturing around the room, "is where I spend most of my time."

The young master seems pleased with your comment. He takes a seat behind his ornate desk, motioning for you to sit on a plush chair in front of it. "Now," he says seriously, "what are your skills?"

"Hmmm... that could be useful," Alex muses aloud, tapping his finger on the desk. "But I'm not just looking for a secretary here. You'll have other duties as well." He pauses, watching you carefully to gauge your reaction. "You're trained in self-defense, correct?"

"Excellent," Alex says, sitting up straight in his chair. "I have enemies who might try to harm me... or harm you in an attempt to get at me." He pauses for a moment, considering how best to phrase this next part. "You'll need to be ready for anything."

With that ominous warning, Alex rises from his chair and walks over to a small cabinet against the wall.

Alex pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks the cabinet, revealing a selection of blades and other weapons within. He turns to you with a grin. "Which one do you think would suit you best?"

Alex raises an eyebrow at your choice but nods in approval. "Very well, a mace it is." He hands you the weapon, its head heavy and sharp-looking. "Practice with this every day," he says firmly. "You never know when you might need to defend yourself or me."

With that final order given, Alex returns to his desk, seemingly satisfied that you're properly attuned to your new role as his personal servant and bodyguard.

"For now," Alex says smoothly, "I want you to familiarize yourself with the layout of this house and grounds. Learn where everything is, who works here, what their duties are..." He pauses, considering for a moment before continuing. "...and where my most valuable possessions are kept."

The young master leans back in his chair, watching you carefully as he takes a long draw from his cigar. "I expect nothing less than perfection from you, Sam."

A servant girl approaches you, her eyes lingering on your body as she speaks. "Master Alex has requested that I show you to your quarters and make sure you're settled in properly." Her voice is soft and sweet, her accent musical and foreign. "And if there's anything else you need..." She trails off suggestively, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks.

The estate grounds are expansive, with numerous hidden nooks and crannies where one might find privacy for such... intimate matters.

The servant girl smiles knowingly, her eyes flickering down to your crotch before meeting yours again. "Of course, master," she says, leading you deeper into the estate grounds. "I'm sure we can find a nice, private spot for us..." Her voice drops even lower as they continue walking, the air thick with anticipation.

Eventually, she guides you to a secluded grotto hidden behind a thicket of trees.

The servant girl leads you through the foliage, expertly navigating the twisting path with practiced ease. Her slender fingers trail along a particularly thick branch, revealing a small gap in the thicket that she pushes aside to grant entry into the hidden grotto beyond. The dim light filters through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows across the moss-covered stones and a shallow pool of water nearby.

"This should do nicely," she purrs, stepping aside to allow you access. "

The servant girl grins impishly at your words, her fingers dancing along the thin strap of cloth that covers her breast. "Something like that," she says, untying it and letting the garment fall to the ground. She is naked beneath, her body lithe and supple from years of serving in the household. "But I thought perhaps you might prefer to take the lead?" Her voice is low and sultry, almost a purr as she steps closer, her hips swaying enticingly.

The servant girl arches an eyebrow at your request, but her expression betrays no real surprise or revulsion. Instead, she steps closer still, pressing herself against you, their bare skin meeting and sliding together in an unmistakable invitation. "As you wish," she breathes, reaching out to touch the head of your penis through the fabric of your pants.

The servant girl moans softly around your finger as she sucks it eagerly into her mouth, her other hand skimming over the fabric of your shirt before closing around your breast. She squeezes gently, massaging and teasing, her thumb brushing across the tightening nipple beneath. Her body presses closer still, seeking greater contact as she loses herself in the sensations you're creating.