Owned by a Madam...

As the auction begins, the room falls silent except for the hushed whispers among the audience members. The old slaver points at Ben first, "Starting bid for this fine specimen here is 20 caps!" he announces loudly. A few people murmur amongst each other before an older man in fancy clothes stands up and throws down a pouch filled with glittering caps onto the stage.

The bidding war ensues, with prices skyrocketing higher and higher until finally, a burly human with tattoos all over his body wins the bid for Ben. He grins menacingly as he drags Ben away, leaving you alone on the stage once more. Your heart races with fear and anxiety, knowing that it's your turn next.

"Alright then," the old slaver says, turning back towards you, "let's see what we have here… Starting bid for our winged friend is 25 caps… come on he's Captain of the wind riders! Come now, don't be shy, let's get those bids rolling in!" Again, the crowd starts whispering and discussing amongst themselves. You can feel their eyes burning into your skin like fire, making you shiver involuntarily.

Finally, after what feels like hours of tense silence, a woman dressed in elegant silk steps forward and places her bid - 125 caps. The room erupts in applause and cheers as she takes center stage to claim her prize: you. As soon as the auction ends, the woman roughly pulls you off the stage by your chained ankles, dragging you through the crowded theater towards her home.

As you enter her mansion, you notice that it's filled with exotic artifacts from all over the wasteland. It seems this woman has quite the taste for collecting rare items – including slaves. She leads you up to one of the upper floors where there are several rooms lined along a long hallway. Each door has intricate carvings depicting various scenes of pleasure and pain with prices listed below. Your heart sinks at the thought of what might happen next. "Welcome to your new life." She says coldly before pushing you into a darkened room, as you realize what this place really is… a whorehouse. Shortly the door opens and your first customers comes in, a big dirty waste-lander has payed for your body…

The Waste-Lander towered above you like some kind of grotesque monster, his eyes roaming hungrily over your naked form. His breath reeked of cheap booze, unwashed body reeking of sweat making you gag slightly. He reached out and grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him. Dar could see the hunger in his eyes - not just for sex but also brutal domination. you stomach churned with fear and disgust, but deep down inside, an unfamiliar heat began to stir between your legs. Was it defiance or pure animal instinct? Either way, it made you feel filthy.

He pushed you onto the bed, ignoring the chains that still tethered you to the wall. Without any preamble, he yanked off his pants, revealing a massive cock that seemed almost comical in size. It was thick and veiny, dripping with pre-cum. The sight alone made you want to retch, yet there was something undeniably intriguing about this monstrous appendage too.

Before you had time to process what was happening, he shoved himself into you without warning. "No... No stop!" The pain was intense... sharp and searing as if he were ripping you apart from within. "IEIEIEEE." You cried out, tears streaming down your face as he thrust mercilessly into you again and again. Each movement felt like being impaled on a spike, every inch of him stretching you beyond your limits until you thought you'd tear apart at the seams. But amidst all the agony, there was an odd sense of pleasure building up inside you... a dark, twisted satisfaction that came from enduring such **** sensations. "Yeah squeal bitch... that's so hot."

As he continued pounding into you relentlessly, You found himself responding involuntarily; his hips bucking against the Waste-Lander, matching his rhythm even though it hurt terribly. You couldn’t help but feel dirty for enjoying this degradation, ashamed of how much you wanted more despite knowing full well where this would lead. Your body betrayed you in ways you had never imagined possible…

Finally, with one last brutal thrust, the Waste-Lander reached his climax, filling you completely with his hot cum. It spilled deep inside you, coating your insides with its sticky warmth. As he collapsed onto the bed beside you, panting heavily, you lay there feeling violated yet strangely satisfied... used and discarded like trash by some monstrous creature who didn't care about anything except satisfying his own desires. And as the aftershocks subsided, leaving only emptiness behind, you knew that no matter what happened next, nothing could ever be the same again.