Sold to Sir Dorian

"Sold! To Sir Dorian for two hundred and fifty million credits!"

He smiles as he shakes the hands of those around him. The Doctor seems happy as well to find out you were so profitable. You just stand there and do nothing. Soon you're ordered back into your charging bed, and you fall into dreamless slumber once again.

Once you were taken to Sir Dorian's manor, you found yourself facing a month of non stop fucking; your master so virile and pent up that there was hardly a moment where his cock wasn't buried deep inside you. There was not a room in his manor that the two of you did not have sex in, and not a position was left untried. His servants and maids were occasionally brought into your lovemaking, and even when there were important guests over your master did not stop. No matter how many times Sir Dorian deposited his seed into you, it was always as fresh and pleasureable as the first time. Once, he came in and on you so many times that you were unrecognisable from a snow covered statue.

Over time however, your master slowly lost interest in you, going from constantly using you, to a few times a day, to once a day, to once a week, to once a month, before eventually forgetting about you. He didn't even come to the manor you were in any more; it was only one of many of his, and he scantily used one more than once. To you abandonment and **** is worse than ****, and your days were filled with pent up, unreleased lust and anger, which you would occasionally take out on his servants, brutally fucking them until they passed out. In a sense, you became a monster, a boogeyman, to the staff; rarely seen and terrifying. Soon you found yourself completely alone, spending the rest of your service life in one of the attics, forgotten by all.