Auctioned!

The gruff guard strips you of your course garb, exposing your new naked curves and grabbed your arm, pulling your weak small body out of the cage with a firm dominance that oddly aroused you. He seemed almost amused by the situation, his eyes glinting with a sadistic pleasure as he took in your new, smaller form. He leads you through a corridor lined with more cages, and you catch glimpses of the other unfortunate souls being prepped for the auction block. They're all demihumans, you notice; elves, neko’s, sylphs, and even a few dryads - all female. This must be the flesh pits where sex slaves are bought and sold for a paltry sum. They stare at you as you pass, their expressions a mix of pity and resentment.

Finally, you arrive in a vast chamber that's already packed with eager bidders, their eyes hungrily devouring the merchandise laid out before them. The auctioneer is a tall, skeletally thin elf with a penchant for dramatic flair. He sees you and his eyes light up, a wicked smile crossing his lips. "Ah, the pièce de résistance of our little soiree," he says, gesturing grandly to the raised wooden platform in the center of the room. "Let's not keep the fine folks waiting."

The guard gives your arm a firm tug, and you stumble out of the corridor, the cobblestone floor cold against your bare feet. You try to resist, but the lustful enchantment makes your legs feel like jelly, and your protests come out as half-hearted whimpers. He strips you naked, leaving you trembling and exposed before the leering eyes of the crowd. The chains clank as they're removed, and you feel the heavy weight of your new body as gravity tugs at your enlarged breasts and full hips. You can't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment, despite your anger.

You're pushed onto the auction block, the wood rough against your sensitive skin. The elf auctioneer steps closer, his eyes raking over your body with a greed that makes your stomach churn. "Ladies and gentlemen," he calls out, his voice echoing through the room, "feast your eyes on this exquisite creature! A rare find, indeed. A red fox-tribe demihuman, freshly captured and untouched by the hands of any man!"

The crowd murmurs excitedly, and you feel their eyes on your every curve, their hunger for ownership a palpable **** in the room. Your cheeks burn with a mix of fury and shame. You were once the feared and powerful Richard the Butcher, and now you're just another piece of meat to be bought and sold.

The auctioneer's hand runs along your side, and you flinch away from his cold touch. His smile widens, and he whispers into your ear, "You'll bring a high price, my dear. They all love a fresh conquest."

The guard releases your arm, and you stand there, trembling, as he takes a step back to give the bidders a full view of your naked body. The room seems to spin around you, filled with the stench of unwashed bodies and greed. You try to cover yourself with your manacled hands, but they're too small and bound too tightly. Instead, you stand there, your new breasts heaving with every indignant breath you take.

Your nipples are erect, sensitive to the cool air of the chamber, and the lips of your shaven sex are swollen and glistening with the moisture that has gathered there due to the unwelcome arousal. The enchantment the woman placed on you is working its dark magic, and despite the humiliation and anger, your body responds as if eager to be claimed. You can feel the slickness between your thighs, a betrayal to the rage coursing through your veins.

The auctioneer starts the bidding, his eyes never leaving yours as he calls out prices that seem to climb higher with every passing second. "Five thousand gold for this untouched beauty!" The crowd roars in approval, and you feel their eyes on your skin like a thousand tiny needles, poking and prodding, claiming you as their own. You clench your fists, desperately trying to hold onto any shred of dignity you have left.

But as the bids rise, so does your anger. You were a man! A powerful warlord who had bent the will of nations and bent over countless females to take your seed! Not some tiny fuckpet **** to be ogled and sold to the highest bidder. Your rage burns hot, and you swear to yourself that you will find a way to make every single one of them pay for this indignity!