Getting ready to be sold...

Plainly these ground crawlers have crafted their town out of bits and pieces of old junk left over from the before the war. As the heavy wooden gates closed behind them, a shudder of dread raced down your spine. Because you know that you are in the heart of the enemy camp now, the chances of either of you escaping has just dropped to zero. Glancing over at Ben's face, you see that he understands that as well.

As the wagon clatters along the narrow twisting streets, you find yourself starring out at a sea of faces. More people than live in your whole village, you had only ever seen these creatures from above and at a very great distance. Mostly they look human, without wings of course... faces sun beaten and dirty for the most part. You had never realized there were so many other beings left alive, within the crowds you are shocked to see. Other creatures... mutants like Grun... scaly looking creatures that looked like some kind of lizards. Ghouls who look like some kind of half melted wax figures, along with other bestial looking fur covered men.

Some of the crowds glance at you uncaring, others stare at you with pity in their eyes. Some few look at you with obvious interest, a shiver races through you as you feel their desires to own you. The wagon rolls on a few moments longer, until it rolls into a old building that may have been a theater. The back half of the building is just a shelf, the roof having either been removed or was blown off. The old brick wall were still solid it seemed, the wagon pulls into this area and rolls to a stop. Glancing up you can see that the open roof is covered by old tarps, that flutter slightly in the wind. You and Ben are left in the wagon cage for the next night and days, as the slavers spread word of the coming auction. Wanting everyone to hear about their winged prize, you and Ben are left wrapped in ropes the whole time.

So that one of the slavers, a older man who had not been with the others on the hunt. Came into the cage to hand eat you both, the food is not very good still you are hungry so eat most of it. The old slaver eating anything you didn't finish himself, the water he gives you to drink is bitter and foul smelling. But you are even more thirsty than you were hungry, so you gulp it down quickly trying not to taste it.

Finally your dragged out of the cage, taken through a doorway deeper into the building. Grun carrying in his massive arms, setting you down on a old wooden stage. As you watch the old human slaver who fed you, locking a metal manacle on your ankles. Chaining you legs to the stage floor, as you stand there looking around desperately for some way to escape. But you just can't see anything that might be helpful, beside you Ben is looking more and more hopeless as he is chained down. “It will be alright.” You reassure him as the ropes are removed from your bodies, they also remove the loincloth covering your genitals. Quickly you move your hands down to cover your male organs, with your wrists still tied together you can't cover everything. Breathing a sigh of relief you stretch your wings, beating them a few times as the manacles on your ankles hold you to the stage. Finally you settle back down letting your wings fold up against your back, as the old slaver laughs and claps his hands at the show.

“Heh... ya aint got much there to show off birdie. That's okay though some buyers like to feel more masculine than their slaves.” The older slaver moved over to uncover Ben's genitals, smirking as he saw that Ben was much larger down there. “Heheh... now there is a right proper cock.” He laughed reaching down to fondle those organs, as Ben blushed in shame and struggled to push those hands away. “Looks like yer the Cock of the walk... and this one is the Hen.” The old human laughed as he gestured over to you, shame making your face and neck burn with shame. It was bad enough to be forcefully stripped naked in front of strangers, but to have your proud male organ insulted as well... Suddenly your shame is made all the worse, as the human's denigrating words has the odd effect of making your organ stiffen up. You try your best to stop your reaction, but your male organ seems to have a mind of its own. “That's it birdie... get it as big as you can manage. Show off just how much of a tiny dicked pansy you really are.” His taunting words only making your organ throb harder, a thin silvery string of pre-cum dangling out as that dick bounces and tenses. “Hahah...” Reaching down the old slaver gathers a bit of your pre on his finger, and then pops it into his mouth suckling on it playfully. “Ammm sweet. I might just pump yer boi pussy myself Hen.”

“Stay away from me... or I'll kill you.” You growl back at the human slaver, knowing there really wasn't much you could do about it at the moment.

“Hahah... you keep that rebellious attitude... it'll make ya sale for a lot more. Lots of owners like to break the slaves themselves.” He explains... as you can see that the seats are already starting to fill up with humans and mutants coming to bid on you. Other slaves are being lead out now, mostly humans along with a few mutants they seem to be small furry Rabbit creatures. But there are other things as well, one naked mutant is covered in shiny blueish scales. You gulp looking out at the crowd in the seats, wondering if someone out there is going to buy you.

What will be your fate?