I'm standing in shadows at the back of the stage, gazing at you and the crowd around you. You don't see me, not yet, your eyes fixed on the naked slut being paraded for your pleasure. I know why, she's a gorgeous creature, but she's not in my league. Slapping her curved ass, making her squeal so prettily, the auctioneer calls out the winning bid, a guard leading her from the stage.
Another guard approaches me, disconnects my collar from the coffle. Dismissively I'm shoved forward, I skip across the wood like an awkward foal into the auctioneer's grip. He spins me, lets you get a look at my unclothed flesh, and I'm breathing sharply when he stops. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, my nipples hardening as I feel the gaze of the crowd.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as the auctioneer lists my virtues, makes me pose like a doll to show off my assets. I can feel you staring though, catch your eyes roving over my body. You're the first to call out when the bidding starts, my heart jumping a beat as your strong voice fills the pavilion.
Another also bids, a greasy merchant whose depraved lusts rest easy on his face, and a shiver of fear runs up my spine as I imagine being his. I choose to be active in my selling, seductively displaying myself to inflame your passion, twisting and flexing to showcase my nubile form. Please be the one to buy me…
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