Capital: Tower Market

In the Capital of the Kingdom of Pendragon is what is known as the Tower Market. This large tower in the Capital houses the most high-end shops and wealthiest merchants and only rivals the royal castle at the center of the Capital for tallest structure in the city.

This, sadly, is where you find yourself. A high-end **** store in the Tower Market... Human Consignment, it's called.

You'd been so happy just a week prior... A simple nineteen-year-old girl living on a farm with your single mother and older brother. Your father had recently died, but... You didn't think things were that bad. Your older brother was the heir to the farm, but you did your part feeding the animals, watering the crops, doing chores, cooking for your family, while your mother was rarely home, out hunting for a new husband...

Or so you thought. It turned out your farm was in financial danger. Your mother became addicted to gambling after the **** of your father and your brother found he enjoyed whores. You had no idea until the day the **** merchant from the capital came. In retrospect, it made sense in the saddest way... You were the youngest daughter, you're a marriageable age. You are short, dutiful, feminine, a good cook, diligent, subservient... Your brother could inherit the farm. But you were far more valuable being sold as a ****...

When the **** merchant arrived, his eyes lit up at the sight of your massive breasts, large even by Cattlefolk standards. He promised he would treat you right, and assured you that your buyer would be well-vetted, but...

As you sit on your soft chair, completely naked, you can't help but shyly try to cover your leaking nipples with your bare legs. You'll probably never wear clothes again, he said... He feeds you well, you have a bed to sleep in, you have a private bath... And the merchant assured you, he prefers the company of men, so he has no interest in being your first, not even to train you for your future master. At least he's willing to milk you, since he enjoys dairy...

You're the **** merchant's featured product, so you're at the front of his store, seated on a cushion for all to see. It's comfortable, but you feel eyes on your naked skin and oversized breasts, judging you, lusting for you, feeling disgust at the sight of you...

The door to the store opens, the **** merchant stepping out onto the floor of the Market Tower. He smiles at you. He is an elf. Tall, thin, blonde, green-eyed, androgynous, and dressed like a fancy noble. Which, he is. A noble, that is. "You're quite the draw for customers! I've sold one and a half times the slaves I typically do in the week you've been out here! Thanks, Milly! How can I repay you?"

"Um... Sell me? Please?" you whimper.

He frowns sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Milly, but... Your father was a friend of mine. I can't let Cole's daughter go to some corrupt noble. Don't worry. I've made you the most expensive **** in my store and I'm going to vet anyone who might be interested in you." He gently takes your hands in his. You lower your legs, letting your breasts rest in your lap. "I'm sorry your mother sold you like this... I never did like her. I couldn't stop you from becoming a **** and I can't free you. The best thing I can do to honor my old friend Cole's memory is to make sure that his daughter ends up with a good master."

You manage a weak smile at him. Tercorrin Treebowyer was a friend of your father's... You had seen him around the house as a little girl, but you hadn't seen him since you were a child. You had no idea he was a noble... Looking back, it was very unusual for an elf noble to be such close friends with a cattlefolk farmer. You can't help but wonder if your father and Tercorrin's relationship was more than platonic...