Auction

The moment Cassandra left, the enormity of my situation started to truly settle in and all I could do was sit myself down on the bed before collapsing in shock.

Aiju slowly scooted closer to me, watching me with big, blue eyes. “Mari?”

The guilt almost crushed me. My life was one thing, but how could I take responsibility for what will happen to Aiju? It would have been only 10 more minutes! Why didn't I endure it?

10 minutes!

I gazed up at the catgirl in shame. What was she feeling right now? Anger? Regret? Fear?

Before I could say anything she pushed me backwards on the bed and straddled me.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Mating”, Aiju replied matter of factly.

“N-now? But this situation...”

Aiju greedily kissed me. “Will make you feel good, will make you forget.”

I did not have the will to resist anymore. Aiju lowered herself down on my member with a pleasant sigh. I was close to sobbing at this point but I still thrust myself upwards. I somehow managed to get myself to orgasm. I don't think Aiju came.

We spend most of the rest of the day cuddling.

It was at around three when Cassandra's order kicked in and **** us to get ready. That apparently meant a very thorough shower, followed by shaving as well as clipping our nails. I can't remember ever putting so much effort into my appearance and from the way Aiju whined that was true for her as well. Cassandra herself showed up at six. She had another girl in tow, who looked equally as miserable but twice as angry. And just as us she was allowed no other clothes then underwear.

The huntress gave a brief nod of approval. “I see you are ready, good. We will be leaving right now.”

“With us looking like this?”, I asked. “Don’t you have humiliated us enough?”

“Be glad you at least don’t have your name scribbled on it”, the huntress smirked while the new girl was shaking with fury and embarrassment. “Oh and I need you to look cheerful, so turn that frown upside down or I will make you.”

“Ya expect us to be happy to be sold?”, asked the newcomer. Oh yeah, I remembered her now. This was Cassandra's first round opponent, Fisti Cuffs.

“Sweetie, I care very little about your feelings. Now, do I get a nice happy smile out of you or not?”

“Yar not getting a smile out of me, ya mangy cunt!”

“Smile.”

And just like that Fisti’s lips curled upwards. It didn’t look particularly happy. To be honest, it gave me the creeps.

Cassandra turned her attention towards us. I smiled voluntarily. Aiju didn’t.

“Good boy”, the slaver mocked. “As for you, still feral, I see.” Cassandra proceeded to scratch the cat girl under the chin. “Who’s a spicy, little kitty? You are, yes you are”, the huntress cooed. Aiju hissed lowly in response and looked ready to tear Cassandra’s throat out.

“Alright give me a big…” Cassandra stopped herself mid sentence. “Ah, you know what? Keep that enraged look. Many buyers have a huge hard on for taming their Galmon slaves. Now, let's go.”

As a small mercy, we would not have to walk through the town basically naked. Outside the dorm a fancy Upy carriage awaited us. The trip lasted for about half an hour until we arrived at a luxurious mansion in the noble hill district of Rasheul. That wasn't exactly what I expected when I heard the words Black market.

Two imposing, but impeccably dressed guards stood at the front and quickly ushered us inside a large, rich looking hall. More suits awaited us there.

“Two ones, one second, right?”, confirmed a particularly large guard. “Orders installed?”

“Obviously”, Cassandra scoffed. “You know me, Deltz. Will Ojou show up?”

“None of your concern. Is that all?”

“And I used to suck your cock.” The huntress let out a sigh. “But yes, that is all.”

The man gave a curt nod. “In with you then, auction starts at half past seven.”

The large hall lead to an even larger hall. A ball room would be my guess. There was a fancy golden pedestal in the middle of it. The auction venue, I surmised.

To my surprise there weren't all that many people present. Maybe forty at most and only a fraction of that appeared to be slaves. You could easily tell the slaves apart by their state of dress and **** look of mild amusement. It was horrifying.

“Only one other second rounder and that one's a girl. Very good”, Cassandra remarked pleased as she scanned the hall. “Looks like you will be the star attraction, boy.”

“Well, that is because not many combatants fancy going to some seedy, illegal, underground auction”, a familiar voice chimed in.”But I suppose this gaudy décor passes as refined in the free cities.”

“Beatrice, the witch of miracles”, Cassandra acknowledged, her voice dripping with venom. “It’s a miracle they led you in here, alright.”

The witch gave a curtsy. “As I was made aware of, we do actually have some mutual acquaintances.”

The huntress didn’t seem pleased. “Your scheme failed.”

“That it did. He is a bit of a fool, that one.” Beatrice turned her attention towards me. “I must admit, that look of sullen defeat suits you. Not to mention your new attire. Very bold fashion choice. Tell me, Mari, do you enjoy your slavedom?”

“Of course not.” I averted my eyes. “Not that your devil box would have made things any better.”

“Oh my!”, Beatrice theatrically clasped a hand before her mouth as she looked at Cassandra. “You told him? How uncouth of you. That should have been a surprise!”

“I take it you want it back?” Cassandra pulled the small, black box out. “1000 Gold and not one coin less.”

The response to that was another high pitched cackle. “If you believe you can sell a Devil you are an even bigger simpleton then our hapless ****-boy here. Speaking of, I have a mind of taking him of your hands. How much for the fool?”

The huntress gave a low laugh. “What makes you think I'm selling him to you?”

“Money. What else?” Beatrice looked at me. “You are not getting more then 600 for a round 2 loser. I offer you 800 Gold. A most generous offer.”

“Yeah, I don't think so. You are going to bid for him like everyone else.”

The witch shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just means I am getting him cheaper.”

Beatrice wandered off cackling and Cassandra spat. “Haughty bitch. I'm of a mind to keep you just to piss her off. Would you like that, boy? Help me round up and sell even more slaves?

I held me tongue.

The huntress chuckled. “Your smile slipped, boy.”

From here on out a bit of mingling occurred. Many very rich looking patrons came and asked Cassandra or us questions. Most of them humiliating. Some even got to touch us. At some point Cassandra made Aiju and Fisti flat out kiss each other and suggest they be bought as a package.

Eventually, the betting took place. Each **** was ordered to stand on the pedestal while buyers made their offer. I could only helplessly look on as both Fisti and Aiju where sold. Aiju started to scream when she was made to crawl outside on a leash.

“Don't even think about it”, Cassandra warned me. “In fact, you will be on your best behavior.”

I wanted to rage, scream and kill, but all my face showed was a calm mask of politeness.

“We are coming now to tonight's most valuable item. A male **** fighter! One of only 13 in the entire Tournament!”

That was my cue to step up. I wordlessly did.

“Lot 8. The Amber Assassin Mari Beta. He defeated the ferocious Aijuka Zoroi in the first round before he was **** to surrender to the famous Huntress Cassandra just this morning. Why don't you tell us bit about yourself, Mari?”

“Certainly!”, I said with a beaming smile. “My name is Mari or whatever you wish to call me. I make for an excellent bodyguard or you could use me as a pleasure ****. I do not have much experience but I am a quick learner. And yes, I am still a virgin.”

As much as I wanted I couldn't help myself from spouting this humiliating nonsense.

“Most interesting”, an old hag remarked. “Could we get a closer look at the goods?”

“With great pleasure.” I winked at the crone and teasingly started to tug my shorts lower. “Is it ok if I strip completely naked, Master?”

Cassandra pondered that for a while. Then a sly smile crept on her face. “Would you like to do that?”

“Yes! I love being naked!” I smiled brightly.

Cassandra nodded. “Very well, go ahead.”

“Thank you, mistress!” I wanted to protest, but to my horror my hands simply continued to lower my shorts. My butt came first into view, I wiggled it to the audience to great applause. Then, turning around again I got rid of my last nit of modesty. So, I stood, completely naked on stage.

“Arms behind your head. Why don't you get an erection while you are at it?”, Cassandra ordered.

I inhaled sharply. How would that even be possible? But once more my body betrayed me. My dick grow larger and larger. Much to the amusement of the bidders.

“Quite the bashful one, eh?”

“I just love it when their emotions still shine through like that. He must be humiliated beyond belief, right now.”

“I wouldn't mind him as a bedwarmer.”

“Your attention please. We shall now begin with the betting.”

“I would much rather begin with the bedding, ehehehe.”

After a few more comments like this, the conductor finally got the crowd calmed down enough to start the betting process. My starting price apparently was 400 Gold coins and it didn't take long for the first offer to be made.

“410 Gold!”

“Fourhundred ten and one.”

“420!”

“Fourhundred twenty and one.”

“430!”

“Fourhundred thirty and one.”

“460 Gold coins!”

The bids continue to pour in until they reached 500 Gold coins.

“550”, came the loud and bold declaration. Beatrice finally decided to join the fray. From the look on her face she seemed fairly confident.

“600.” That was another new bidder.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, looking at this new contender, a young lady in an elegant white dress, perhaps a few year Beatrice’s junior. Her blonde hair was styled in a rather exotic drill formation She looked like the picture of a noble.

“620”, the witch offered.

“650”, the lady countered.

“700 then.” Beatrice tsked. “This one is mine, drill-lady. Back off.”

“800”, the young lady replied with a confident smile. That bid got a murmur out of the attendees.

Beatrice let out a curse. “850!”

“One thousand.”

“Oh, screw you, you rich twat! 1200!”

The room was now completely enraptured. Even considering my relative rarity, this was an exceptional large sum of money to pay.

But the noble lady kept her calm and cool demeanor. “2000.”

“YOU!”, Beatrice screamed and immediately everyone backed off. The guards right away moved closer and even Cassandra fingered her bow. “Do you know who you are dealing with?”

Only the noble lady calmly returned the gaze. “Do you?”

You could cut the tension with a knife.

But then, with as much dignity as the witch could muster, she clicked her tongue in resignation. “Suit yourself then.” Beatrice gave me one last, lingering look. “Sorry.” And exited the venue.

Meanwhile Cassandra appeared to be completely ecstatic. Predictably, no one else would match this ludicrous bid.

Even the conductor needed a bit to collect himself, before announcing the winner. “The lot goes to Mistress Ojou-sama!”

And finally my life as **** would begin in earnest.