The Night Before Auction

She spent that night in the cells again. She was given a single bed with thin blankets, her arms were unchained and she was locked away for the night. Tomorrow, she would face the public. The crowd. The idea terrified her. Filled her with unease but also a twisting sense of arousal which burrowed into her gut and refused to be removed.

Vrasha could not sleep. She spent hours simply pacing her cell, moving back and forth. She had been afforded no clothes, so the cold air tingled her naked skin. The piercings in her nipples and her hood throbbed slightly. They were mostly done healing thanks to frequent applications of the potion, but they still felt a little bit raw. Vrasha rubbed the one between her a legs, a low hiss of pleasure emerging from her clenched teeth as the feeling reverberated through her body.

This game had become a lot more serious than she had thought. When she had first surrendered to Prestor, she'd expected to end up here in the dungeon, but to be pierced? To be so utterly humiliated? To be sent out into public, auctioned off like a common whore? Those were things she had never expected.

And yet, and yet, she had not used the safeword, had she? She had not told Prestor to stop. Even as he outlined his plans, told her how he was going to humiliate and **** her. It all felt so real now. Like she was caught in a current, fighting against the tide. All she could do was be pulled along, made more and more a part of her fantasy of submission.

With one word she could end it, couldn't she?

She didn't know anymore. Prestor was so good at playing the role. Pretending to be the bad guy, the loyal follower of her father who was going to avenge his defeat by humiliating her and destroying her reputation. It was enough to make her shiver!

Vrasha was painfully aware that the only power she now had over Prestor was what he allowed her to have. If she used the safeword, would he actually stop? Or would she realise that the whole thing had been part of a much bigger game and she had been totally played?

Maybe that was why she hadn't tried it yet. Maybe it was because she didn't want to know that. If she used that word than one way or another, it would no longer be a game. It would either end or...

Or it would be real.

But while that was undecided, Vrasha could dwell in both words. She could pretend it was real, enjoy the feeling of helpless submission, defiance drowning in lust. She could be broken and humiliated and still know that it was ultimately just a game. That she could step back into being the hero-queen at any point.

Tomorrow, she would be brought to the market and auctioned off to the highest bidder. Her identity would be concealed, but it would represent yet another step on the path of the ****. Prestor said that she would be rented out for only a week or so. If he was correct, then Vrasha would be released just in time to ''return'' from the diplomatic trip she was supposedly on.

If it was longer than that, she would know she had been betrayed.

And if that was the case...

She took a deep breath, her body shuddering with arousal tinged with despair.

If that was the case, then she would truly have no escape.