Humiliating

In the beginning, I still harboured hope, my ears standing at attention and my tail swishing over the ground. That I was being sold for cheap wasn’t a bad thing, right? Maybe I wasn’t the most desirable ****, but at least I was affordable! And although I didn’t have the nicest body, I had other qualities! I was very meek and docile, and a quick learner on top! That must account for something, right?!

Or at least, that’s how I tried to keep myself from falling into utter despair.

Even before the last of my sisters had been brought out, the first customers were already eying “the merchandise”. They were wandering about under the watchful gaze of the guards, groping and probing several of my sisters they liked especially. So long as they didn’t do any permanent damage to us and didn’t try to fuck us (we had to be virginal after all), the guards allowed them to “test” us as long as they wanted.

My sisters answered their ministrations with soft moans and whimpers, to entice the customers into buying them. I am sure I would have done the same, but barely anyone was interested in me… I looked around and tried to mimic what my sisters did to attract potential masters: They looked seductively at any incoming customers, swaying their bodies in sultry motions, showing off their round asses, full breast, and flared hips. Some even played with their tits or turned around and spread their buttocks to show off their tight holes, an act that frequently earned them a finger or two shoved into their asses.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t achieve results that way. I didn’t have breasts I could play with to attract customers, and neither did I have round buttocks I could part for them. In fact, I noticed that my efforts had quite the opposite effect, attracting even less attention as customers could see my flaws even from far away. Once I realized this, I wanted nothing more than to hide, but I couldn't. I couldn’t move, had no clothes, and my hair was pulled into a braid. I was utterly helpless.