Chapter 2
Chapter 2
O nce everyone was showered and clean, we found the clothes laid out for us. There were short white gowns for each of us, and no panties to go with them. I picked one up and checked the neckline for a sizing number, but it was blank. We were all different heights and weight, and they expected us to all fit into the same outfit? I was a bit curvy myself, but when I slipped the gown over my head, it was surprisingly roomy and comfortable, despite the short hem. Sati’s was so big, it looked like she’d borrowed her father’s shirt. While mine barely covered my ass, hers almost went to her knees.
As soon as we were all dressed, Jenny knocked at the door and it swung open almost too quickly. The monsters shackled us again, then pushed us back down the hallway, making a few new turns so we were going in another direction. This whole place smelled like mildew and metal, but it was surprisingly clean. My bare feet felt so cold on the floor, my toes started aching. We walked until I was cold all the way up to my hips.
After what felt like an hour, we reached a large door, one guarded by more monsters. Even though we’d kept quiet about our suspicions, it was clear the other women had come to the came conclusion as we did. In a mad dash, several of them broke the line, trying to run down another hallway. It was futile, a pointless gesture of freedom, one met with a cruel whip of the lash on their unprotected backs. The girls erupted in screams and whimpers as the reality of our situation was truly set in. Those who tried to run were whipped until they got back in line.
My feet were numb, and felt like solid blocks of ice. It was difficult to even walk now. Sati lost her footing when they urged us forward, and fell out of the line as she dropped to the floor. The Minotaur guarding us turned with a huff, bringing that spiked whip closer. He raised his hand, swiping it back for a blow, and I dove forward, pulling Sati upright before he could whip her. His thick nostrils flared with annoyance, and he backhanded me with the whip handle, making my cheek crack with pain.
“ Stay in line ,” he ordered sternly, leaving no room for disobedience.
The monsters pushed us through the doorway, whether we liked it or not. This room was much smaller than our prison, with a thick curtain on the opposite wall. There were no chairs. No beds. Just the cold floor and a bucket in the corner. After walking for an hour, I had to pee like crazy, but there was no way I’d be using that bucket.
The biggest lizard monster slowly coiled his bloodied whip in front of us. “Behave, or you get the lassssh,” he hissed. “Sssstay quiet. Wouldn’t be good to messsss up your pretty facessss, would it? That’ssss not our job.” He laughed to himself and the other monsters joined in. Haha . So funny.
The monsters huddled in a corner, all but ignoring us for the moment. I found a small spot and sat down, pressing my fingers to my swollen cheek. God , that fucking hurt. My cheek stung. My feet ached. Sitting on this ice cold floor was agony.
Sati knelt beside me, keeping her gown tucked underneath to block the chill. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said, wincing when I pressed the wrong spot. “Thought you said they wouldn’t hurt us.”
Jenny shrugged, leaning against the wall beside us. “I said seriously hurt. Your face looks like ass, but you’re not dead, right?” Half of us had lash marks on our faces. The ones who had taken a whip to the back were worse. Only a few were bleeding, but the wounds looked mostly superficial, like my face.
“You look fine,” Sati reassured me. I knew she was lying, but it was nice to hear.
We waited just long enough that my bladder felt like it was about to burst. I was two seconds away from saying fuck it and peeing in front of total strangers when the curtains opened and a dark shadow creature emerged, billowing black smoke as he walked. His red eyes sent a shiver up my spine. Brass rings decorated his short devil horns. He wore a long black cape and a black suit, one only a shade lighter than his onyx skin.
This shadow man looked around the room, his mouth pinching when he saw the injured girls. “I said minimal harm. Gods above, I can’t trust the lot of you with anything.” He tugged on his cuffs, adjusting one of his brass cufflinks. “These the normal ones?”
The Minotaur stepped forward with a grunt. “Yes, my lord. Not virgins. No children.”
“Mmm,” the shadow lord said, raising his eyebrows at us. “Let’s hope they still fetch a good price.”
Price .
“We’re being auctioned,” I whispered, the words slipping out without thinking.
He heard me, his mouth twisting in a cruel grin. “Yes. Glad to see some of you are smart. That will earn us more money.” Shaking his wrists, he cracked his back and faced us, the shadows billowing around his feet. “Continue to behave, and you will not be harmed. Once you are on stage, feel free to fight as much as you like. The clients love it.” He snapped his fingers, and the monsters led us through the curtains, pushing and shoving anyone who resisted.
The bright stage lights blinded me for a moment, and I stumbled forward, almost running into someone. The other groups of women were waiting for us on the stage. Someone had written numbers on their right legs in black paint. A gnarly looking swamp monster started doing the same to us. He wrote the number 67 on my thigh, and went on to the next girl.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the lights, and the audience came into view. Monsters sat in the bleachers, waiting to bid on us. There were creatures from legends, from nightmares, ranging from small to three times my size. They watched the stage with sickening glee, ready for the show to begin.
With our numbers all marked, the shadow lord quieted the room. “My friends,” he said, fluffing his jacket with a grin. His voice echoed across the auditorium, so loud my ears hurt. “Welcome to our annual human female auction. I see several recurring faces this year. Wore your toys out too quickly?” The audience chuckled along with him. “Remember to note on your devices if there’s a number you like. The girl with the most likes is first. These women to my right are the regulars. Virgins are to my left. And our fertile girls are behind them. Then we have the ones that required healing, our discounted humans for anyone who’s on a budget.” That earned another group laugh. “Remember, our male auction is next month for anyone who is holding out for those.”
It began.
The first girl was from the virgins, with sixty likes from the audience. I couldn’t look at her tears, at the silent pleas she made as the shadow lord auctioned her off. Another went, then another, until all the virgins were sold. I hated it. I hated all of this.
When the shadow lord moved onto the next girl, one from my group, the beasts guarding us pushed me forward, making me more exposed to everyone watching.
“Look. He’s back,” a guard said under his breath. I looked up, subtly trying to see who they were talking about. “Surprised he didn’t get one of the virgins this time.”
“More trouble than they’re worth,” the other argued. “I like a woman who’s broken in. I bet he feels the same.”
The Minotaur chuckled, stroking the handle of his whip. “Can’t imagine a demon like Asif wants someone who can’t handle him. A big fucker like that probably has a cock who will split those tiny humans in two.”
“No wonder he always comes back every year,” the other muttered with a laugh. “If he doesn’t break them with his dick, he probably kills them for being disobedient whores.”
Which monster were they talking about? Whoever it was, I hoped I didn’t end up with him. He sounded… terrifying.
The Minotaur caught me staring and jabbed me with his whip handle again. “That ifrit has a fetish for slaves, girl. He was enslaved once. A genie. He obeyed his masters for centuries, and now he’s the master.”
My legs trembled against my will. I would be auctioned off to one of these creatures. Even if it wasn’t Asif, it would be someone, and I would be taken away. They could beat me. Rape me. And I might never escape.
The shadow lord called the next number, and I didn’t realize it was mine until the Minotaur jabbed me again, almost knocking me over as he shoved me forward.
“Number 67,” the shadow lord called out again. Numb, I walked up to him, on center stage in front of everyone. My bare legs, my hard nipples, and the short skirt of my gown were suddenly so obvious, I almost tried to fight him when he grabbed my arm. “This one has a little fight in her, as you can see.” He pressed the bruise on my cheek and I whimpered, quickly biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. “Lovely honey blonde hair. Very nice body. And smart, too. She’ll be a perfect slave once you tame her. Let’s start the bidding at… eight thousand.”
The virgins had sold for five times that much. I wasn’t worth much, it seemed.
Someone immediately lifted their bidder paddle. “Eight.”
The fact that someone wanted me so quickly seemed to set the others off.
“Ten.”
“Eleven.”
“Fifteen.”
I could barely keep track of who was bidding on me, and the price kept rising.
“Eighteen.”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty-five.”
“Yessss,” the shadow lord yelled in triumph. “Surely such a beautiful specimen is worth more, my friends. These large breasts. Her supple hips. She’ll be perfect to warm your cock, or bear your children.”
No, no, no . How was this happening? I wanted to go home. Please, just let me go home.
The bidding went higher and higher, until someone shouted above all the rest.
“ Fifty thousand. ”
The bid came from the biggest demon in the room, one with deep red skin and large curved horns. His long black hair fell over one shoulder.
“SOLD,” the shadow lord declared. “Sold to Lord Asif for fifty thousand.”
Asif . That was the demon my guards were talking about, the genie who broke his women and always needed another one. I couldn’t go to him. Not him . But I was. It was done. He bought me for fifty thousand, a sum only paid for the untouched women. He wanted me that badly, wanted to hurt me and rape me.
Someone came to take me away, and I considered fighting him, but my face and ribs were still stinging, and the shock of it all had stolen my voice. I was led backstage to a lizard demon sitting at a table. Asif handed over my price, and it was recorded in a ledger. He was given my bill of sale, and the key to my cuffs.
Gods, he was so huge. One hand could’ve gripped my entire waist, and I wasn’t a small woman. I shuddered to think how big his dick was, but I had a feeling I would be finding out whether I liked it or not.
He turned towards me, staring down at my tiny body, his dark eyes looking me over from head to toe. He lifted his massive hand, and I flinched, expecting some punishment for costing him so much money. Instead, he gently brushed my bruised cheek with his thick finger, the touch so light it didn’t hurt. “Who touched my property?”
The guard who brought me in quickly stuttered out an answer. “S-sorry, my lord. She was unruly.”
Asif lifted my chin, pulling me up on my toes, and I winced from the bruise on my ribs. “I want them flogged. If they so much as touched her, have them flogged until they bleed, or I’ll see to it myself.”
“Ye-yes, my lord. I’m very sorry. We’ll find out who harmed your slave, and they will be properly flogged. You have my word.”
Grunting, Asif let my chin go and turned to leave. “Come,” he ordered. My hands were still bound, but he made no move to take the cuffs off. I walked behind him, my bare feet still numb from the cold. We went down the hallway to an exit, and someone opened the door for us.
“S-sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He stopped for a brief moment, tilting his head back. “Call me master. Come.”