Thats not a cock.

"Those are just my fingers you dumb cunt!" The mankey roared in laughter and wiggled his digits inside of my ass. "I knew you were a buttslut! You thought you were pushing your ass back onto a cock!" The mankey continued to laugh as fresh tears filled my eyes.

I was mortified. This stupid pervy mankey had wound me up and duped me. And I had fallen for it, with little resistance too. Despite my utter humiliation, I realized that I had never been so aroused in all of my life. The evidence of that fact was currently running down the inside of my thighs. It was true, and even I was beginning to realize it. I did want it. I did want his cock in my ass again. I still did. So far I had been treated like a dumb slut and I had a lifetime more of the same treatmemt awaiting me. But this was worse because now I actually felt like a dumb slut.

I cried openly as the meowth announced the end of my auction. "And sold! For 930 dollars to the snorlax in the third row! Come forward sir and claim your new buttslut!" Another round of laughter ran through the crowd and again I found myself wishing I would just die right here. Had they heard the mankey's taunting? Did they know about how I willingly tried to have him fuck my ass, only to be tricked? I began to believe that everyone here knew of my perversion. The thought was not a comforting one.

"Lets go my little anal whore." The mankey taunted, unhooking me from the line and yanking me painfully to the side of the stage. "Time to meet the man who owns your slutty ass now."

I was roughly hauled off stage to stand before a large, gaudily dressed snorlax who leered down at me with what I could only describe as perverted hunger. He was dressed like... well... a pimp. He wore a bright orange suit and wore a very large hat with a multicolored feather sticking out the top. In his hand he carried a stumpy cane topped with a small statuette featuring four nude women standing back to back. Each woman looked to be fingering the pussies of the women on either side of her.

The snorlax rubbed his thumb over one of the women's breats ass he looked my naked body over. "Hello there girlie." He chuckled as he reached a hand out to fondle my breasts. "I'm Lars, but all of my girls call me Daddy. Do you understand?"

"Please, can you just let me go-" I started to beg but my words were cut short as Lars slapped me right across the tit. I cried out in pain and dropped to my knees, my breast already tinged red.

"Let's try that again," Lars said calmly, resting both hands on his lewd cane. "You will only refer to me as Daddy, understood?"

"Yes Daddy." I sobbed meakly, rising shakily back to my feet.

"Also, you will speak only when spoken to, understood?"

"Yes Daddy." I answered, my tear filled eyes staring dejectedly at the ground.

"And lastly, you will look at me when I am speaking to you."

His calm tone gave no indication of what came next. Blinding pain seared through my other breast and I fell onto my ass, crying in pain. "Yehes dahaaddy." I sobbed out, rubbing my poor, mistreated breasts. What had I ever done to deserve this?

"Get up." Lars commanded and this time his tone left no doubt about the consequences. Hurridly I got to my feet, wincing with pain and still openly crying. "Come with me. I'm taking you to your new home. If you're a good slut for me and make me lots of money, you won't have such a bad time. If you're just another worthless whore on the other hand..." His words trailed off as he rubbed my bruised breasts, giving them a couple small but painful pats.

Fearing any more painful slaps, I followed behind Lars who had a firm grip of my chain. I didn't know where we were going or what awaited me there, but I knew I would not enjoy it. Or would I? The dirty part of my mind wondered. I had to admit, after this whole ordeal so far, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore.