The bidding begins

Eilwy stood awkwardly at the top of the stage steps. There was still half an hour of sunlight remaining, but the **** market often ran on into nightfall and the wooden stage had been set with many burning torches to keep it brightly lit. The lighting meant that, for the moment at least, Eilwy could see the crowd but they could not see her.

She cast her eyes over the crowd, her eyes wide. There was so many of them! The courtyard was full of chattering, laughing figures. In front of the stage were several rows of chairs where the most important – and richest - bidders were waiting, about three dozen in total. Immediately beyond the seated area was a dense crowd of people, milling and pushing in the usual way of crowds. The town guards had been deployed to keep order and had formed a ring around the seated area, holding the crowd back from the rich bidders.

Eilwy’s heart sank at the sight of the seated bidders. Her enemies, her rivals, had come out in ****! There, smiling knowingly in the front row, was her former apprentice Emelia the Red. Under her short blonde bob she looked as young and fresh faced as ever, and was dressed for the occasion in a tight-fitting red robe that was drawing admiring looks from many of the men in the crowd. How she would no doubt love to get her hands on her old mistress - the things she would do to Eilwy! And next to her, chatting amiably but with an excited reddened face, was the High Priest Gandalor. Eilwy paled, remembering the offence she had given to the Temple of the Sun King, and how its priests enacted punishment on female captives. And there, flanked by a huge orc, was a thin-faced woman who could only be one of the brothel madams. She would aim to have Eilwy on her knees and earning money before this very night was out!

On and on it went. Never had she seen so many villains and foes gathered in one place. Eilwy felt an unfamiliar surge of panic in her stomach and tried to **** herself to concentrate. If the opportunity to escape arose she needed to be ready.

“Showtime,” hissed Slith, slipping past Eilwy and giving her a slight pat on her ass. She glared at him in rage – when she escaped, Slith would feel the fires of her vengeance, that was for sure!

There was a cheer from the crowds as Slith strode confidently on stage, his usual reptilian movements put aside. He was clearly a showman and knew exactly what the crowd wanted.

“Friends! Its great to see so many of you here for what I hope will be a very competitive, very interesting, final session. I imagine you’ve heard rumors of what the merchandise looks like….? Friends, let me introduce you to – the Black Reaver herself, Eilwy the Enchantress!”

The guards gently prodded Eilwy with the tips of their spears, and she reluctantly tottered on the stage. When she stepped into the light, there was a moment’s silence from the crowd and many of them took a step back in sudden fear at the black robed figure – a natural reaction to seeing the most powerful enchantress in the lands. But then they noticed her hands and ankles were bound, and her mouth gagged with a stick, and the crowd visibly relaxed. Laughter and cat-calls rang out.

In the front row, Emilia the Red settled into her seat with a smug expression, drinking in the enchantress’s plight and enjoying every minute of it. The only way the night could be better, she reflected with some amusement, was if she was somewhere private where she might masturbate during the proceedings – she felt immensely horny! But that would need to wait until later, when hopefully she would finally have Eilwy’s lapping tongue to help ease her tensions.

Slith clapped his hands, and the sound ricocheted around the courtyard. “Of course, we wouldn’t hold the auction without you having the opportunity to see the merchandise properly,” he grinned. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Black Reaver!”

The guards roughly took hold of the shoulders of Eilwy’s black robe, twisting it in their mailed hands. Despite herself, Eilwy shot Slith a helpless, pleading look, begging him with her eyes to spare her this humiliation.

Sith paused, ran his tongue over his lips, and grinned. “Do it,” he ordered.

The guards yanked Eilwy’s robe down to her waist in one violent motion, exposing her pale skin, the curves of her small breasts, and her delicate pink nipples. Eilwy’s face burned red and at the laughter and cat-calling from the crowd. The guards continued to shimmy her black robe off, pulling it past her waist so that it fell to her ankles and her long legs were also fully bare. Poor Eilwy now stood awkwardly on the platform only in a pair of small black panties. She saw how the grinning High Priest Gandalor was trying to catch her eye and had grown a noticeable bulge in his britches, and she tried to ignore him.

“Do you want to see more…?” Slith teased the crowd, who roared back. One of the guards then slipped a knife into Eilwy’s panties, its blade cold against her hip. Once more, she involuntarily shot Slith a pleading glance and loathed herself for it. Slith grinned knowingly.

Snip! One quick movement from the guard and her panties fell away like a useless rag, exposing her neatly trimmed dark bush to the crowd. As they jeered and cat-called and gloated Eilwy found herself unable to face them, shifting awkwardly on stage in her bondage, her face red with shame. As a final insult, the chill of the dusk air had an unwelcome effect and she felt her nipples slowly hardening to the obvious amusement of the seated figures close enough to see.

Depracia, leaning forward, felt her eyes gleaming – despite her small tits, the Black Reaver was undoubtedly something of a fox! She would bring in a great price for the brothel, especially with so many people now wound up with their frustrated desires!

“So, shall we begin?" Slith grinned. "I think we should start at 100 gold pieces. Oh my, that’s a quick response from the lady in red in the front row! 105? Yes. 110. Yes! I can see this is going to be a record sale!”