[M4F] Sold at a Slave Auction
The cold steel against your bare ass seems to reverberate throughout your whole body. Through the deafening sound of your own chattering teeth, you can hear faint whimpering, and gaze out between the bars of your cage at the other girls. Some are tearful and whimpering- newbies, you think. You remember when you were like that. Others, like yourself, just look bored and frustrated. You're a veteran at these auctions, after all- you've almost lost count of how many you've been in.
From the other side of the curtains, a few guards enter, surveying you all. One of them jerks a thumb in your direction.
"That one."
The door of your cage is hauled open, and a chain is affixed to the heavy iron collar clamped round your neck.
"Alright, alright..." You mutter, as you're dragged from the cage. Relishing your ability to now stand up straight, a luxury you did not enjoy in that tiny, cramped cage, you stretch, before being roughly shoved down onto all fours. There's a sharp intake of breath as the cold concrete shoots a searing pain through your knees. Of course. You have to crawl. Can't have you walking, now. Don't want to humanize you too much for the punters.
WHACK! A cane collides with your already sensitive buttocks.
"Watch your mouth" the guard tells you.
You can already hear the auctioneer as you're hauled through the curtains, and find yourself on a wooden stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our first lot of the evening is the lovely [your name]! A gorgeous specimen indeed. A fully trained house slave ideal for catering to all of your needs, with a wealth of experience under her belt. Fully vaccinated and neutered. Shall we begin the bidding at 1500?"
You squint out at the crowd before you, barely visible through the blinding stage lights. You can just about make out row after row of men and women of all ages, all dressed to the nines in tuxedos and evening dresses- their elegance only serving a lurid contrast to the damp, cold stone and rusted steel of this underground auction room.
"Damn" I think to myself, "she's stunning..." I had promised myself I wouldn't just bid on the first one I saw, would play the field a little, but I can't help myself- you're just what I've been looking for. I raise my placard.
(Just for the record, your responses don't necessarily need to be this detailed- this is just scene setting. If all you want is a couple of sentences back and forth, that's cool)