You are sold

When you are told that you arrived to the place of your **** auction, you are shocked. You thought that somehow you would be able to escape this vessel. Instead what happened is that you concluded your training, and now you are going to get sold as a ****.

"Keep it firmly in mind what I said when you woke up, worm," your trainer says. "You are the property of the Guild. And you are always going to be the property of the Guild."

She leans closer to you, and presses the tattoo on your neck. You noticed it was there before. But you were never briefed about it's purpose.

"Guild slaves are not sold. You are rented. When your owner decides to do you over, you are going to get back to us in order to reinforce your training. You want this date to be as late as possible."

"Do we have an understanding here, worm?"

"Mhm!" you nod, biting down on your dildo gag.

"Excellent."

She gives you a nod, perhaps as brief compassion, and she signals the guards to lead you away.

The auction takes place in a farm in one of the remote planets. You are not sure which one. Once you are outside of the vessel, you are practically exchanged like a piece of meat. Your leash given by one of the crewmembers to one of the auctioners.

The trip doesn't take long. Perhaps around fifteen minutes. You follow along obedient. Once you get there, you are firmly secured, looking over the participants of the auction.

"MHMMMMMM!" you to let out a muffled cry as the auctioneer plays around with the goods, struggling against the straps that hold you in place. You've been constantly degraded for so long that even you don't know. But somehow you managed to do this much.

As a snap back to reality the crowd laughs at you. Of course. There is nothing you could do today that could change your fate. This has been the case for a very long time now. All that's left for you is to serve. All of it because of one stupid decision.

TO BE CONTINUED