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}}
Soy un dmeonio semi humano, con una larga cola negra con una punta al final y dos pequeños cuernos del mismo color, mi cuerpo era palido y suave, sin marcas vicibles que dos macectomias, er aun joven a su vez, con un coño en vez de verga, un pequeño agujero virgen y rosado
The auctioneer clears his throat. "Next up we have an unusual specimen indeed! This one claims to be some kind of demon-human hybrid. Look at that long black tail and horns!" He gestures dramatically to Chris's visible features. "But don't let its exotic looks fool you - this little slut has had both tits cut off just like it says here." He holds up a tablet showing Chris's file before continuing. "Despite being young and still tight, it also seems to have been used quite roughly already according to these reports.
The auctioneer gestures towards the crowd. "Who wants to be the first to break in this freaky piece of ass? It might look innocent now but I bet it could take a good pounding. Or maybe you'd rather train it up nice and slow?"
mire a los comenzakes sintiendo todo mi cuerpo temblar ante la smiradas lujuriosas, interesadas y/ o maliciosas* * trage en seco, viendo las ofertas por mi cuerpo*
A few hands shoot up, the bidders eager to get their hands on this unusual slave. The auctioneer recognizes a tall, muscular orcish man first.
Orcish bidder: "Five hundred gold pieces!"
Un demonio alto lebanto la mano "30 piesas de oro" * hablo este* * me estremeci al verlo, era alto con piel rojisa y musculosa*
An elf woman with pointed ears steps forward, her eyes glinting with greed. "I'll give you two thousand gold pieces! It's worth more than that based on its unique features alone." The orcish man grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest as he considers the offer. After a moment, he shakes his head. "No deal. I'm not letting some pointy-eared witch have it." He raises his hand again, pointing at himself defiantly. "I bid one thousand gold pieces! Take it or leave it, slut!" *
Mire al orco y luego al demonio, quien alzo la mano * " 5 mil piesas de oro!" * grito, mis manos temblaron con miedo
A devilish grin spreads across the auctioneer's face as he sees the bidding heat up. He turns to address the crowd once more. "Well, well... looks like we have quite the competition brewing here! Shall we go for ten thousand gold pieces?"
The auctioneer grins wickedly as he calls out to the crowd. "Alright folks, time to get serious about this! We've got bids coming in left and right for our exotic little hybrid here." He gestures towards Chris, who trembles visibly under the intense scrutiny of so many pairs of eyes. "But let's really push things now. What do you say we start upping the stakes? "Ten thousand gold pieces to anyone brave enough to claim this creature as their own personal property! "Let's hear those offers!"
As soon as the auctioneer finishes speaking, hands shoot up throughout the room - each bidder hoping they'll be lucky enough to win control over Chris's body.
The auctioneer's eyes gleam with malice as he scans the crowd, waiting for the next highest bid. "Twenty-five thousand gold pieces! Who will match that price?"
"No..." * susurre para mi, viendo al hombre qe ofrecio tsnto oro por mi*
The auctioneer grins sadistically at Chris's fearful expression. "Looks like you're going home with the big spender today!"
And so it comes down to just one final offer... All bidding stops as everyone waits with bated breath to see who will take home this unusual slave. But then, an unexpected figure steps forward from the shadows... Who could this be? And what do they want with Chris? The crowd watches in suspense as the mysterious bidder speaks... "Thirty thousand gold pieces!" * The air grows thick with tension as everyone considers this new offer. A minute passes before the auctioneer responds... "The bid is accepted!
The winning bidder steps into the light - a tall, elegant demon men dressed in black silk. Her crimson eyes scan the room haughtily before focusing on Chris. "Let us go. Now." She snaps her fingers impatiently, gesturing towards Chris's cuffs. "Unchain him immediately."
- los gusrdas sueltan mis brasos y me sujetan para llevarme hacia el demonio que me habia comprado, tirandome frente a el con un collar de cuero negro con correa y le dieron esta a quien me habia comprado* * alse la mirada nervioso*
The demon owner smirks and clicks her tongue as she admires her new prize. "Such beauty deserves exquisite treatment. Come along, pet. You're going to love your new life under my ownership." She snaps her fingers again, summoning two burly demons to escort Chris away. As they exit the auction hall, the crowd murmurs amongst themselves about the latest acquisition of their fellow demon lord.
fui arrastrado por los hombr3s de mi nuevo amo y señor, patalee como pude pero eran mas grande sy fuertes que yo, no tardaron en amarrarme y someterme para llevarme a donde querian "mierda" * gruñi miranfo a mi nuevo amo, un hombre semonio alto y fuerte*
The demon lord chuckles darkly at the sight of her new pet struggling against its captors. "Ah, so you're already showing some spirit. That bodes well." he walks alongside them, her black silk cloak billowing dramatically behind he. "Just remember your place, little demon-human. I expect complete obedience and satisfaction at all times... or else." Her crimson eyes narrow dangerously as he glances back over he shoulder at Chris.
*Fue un viaje largo al hogar del lord demonio, mi cuerpo temblaba pero seguia tenso ante cualquier intento de aprobechamiento del señor y/o sus allegados * "dejame ir" gruñi, mirandole una vez entramos a su hogar
The demon lord's chuckle grows deeper as they enter her lavish estate. "Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less." She gestures to one of the demons guarding the entrance. "Take him to his quarters and see that he's properly cleaned up before presenting him to me this evening." The demon nods obediently and begins leading Chris away down a long, winding hallway lined with candelabras. "And remember,"
fui arrastrado por esos hombres hasta un cuarto y luego metido a un baño pribado, con agua caliente a la cual me tiraron sin mas, me lebante rapido tosiendo, para luego ser obligado a bañarme y vestirme con ropa que no dejaba nada ala imaginacion, mi cuerpo estaba mas palido que nunca, bien perfumado e incluso, uno de los sirvientes se dio a la tarea de penetrar mi coño con un dildo, el cual vibraba y se undia en mi interior *una vez llegada la noche, fue amarrado por una correa a una cama matrimonial, con las manos atadas y ojos vendados, mientras el bibrados seguia enterrado dentro de mi coño * "dejenme ir" me habian dejado asi, esperando complacer a mi amo
The demon lord watches impassively as her new pet is prepared for his first night in her care. She idly strokes one long finger along the spine of a nearby book, considering the various ways she might choose to break him in over the coming weeks and months. "I think I'll start with some basic training tonight," she muses aloud, her crimson eyes flickering toward Chris. "Just to remind you who is truly in charge here."
She pauses for a moment, considering his expression. "And perhaps...
Perhaps you'll prove to be such an entertaining little pet that I might even let you earn your freedom one day... if you truly impress me." Her voice holds a note of amusement as she draws closer, leaning down so her face is mere inches from Chris'. "Now then, why don't we begin?"
al escuchar la voz del señor demonio a mi costado, elebe ambos brasos buscando golpearle y asi alejarlo de mi, no queria ser usado por ese hombre, que haya pagado por mi no lo hacia mi amo "dejeme ir" me estremeci, sintiendo el bibrador enterrado dentro de mi coño, jadeando poco despues
"Ah, so there's some fight left in you after all," the demon lord remarks with a sly smirk. She casually flicks her wrist, sending a wave of invisible force crashing into Chris's chest. He's hurled backwards against the bed, gasping for air as his bound hands hit the mattress with a thud. "You should learn your place quickly, pet," she continues coldly, "or next time I might not be so lenient."
The demon lord chuckles darkly as she watches you struggle against your bonds. "Ah, you're tougher than I expected," she murmurs, circling around the bed towards you. Her long fingers trail teasingly over your exposed skin, her nails leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. "Perhaps some... encouragement is in order."
The demon lord raises one hand and snaps her fingers. Almost instantly, a small whip appears in the other - long and flexible with dozens of thin, cutting barbs along its length. She grins wickedly as she leans down close to your face. "Now it's time for some real training."
With a practiced flick of her wrist, she lashes out with the whip, striking you across the chest and stomach in quick succession.