Page 72 of Vendetta

The man’s voice rings out again and some of the crowd murmur but my attention is gone, my struggle is over and I lose myself as she starts sliding her fingers in and out of me and my body begins to hum with a growing expectation.

I know I am wet, I can feel my body responding, writhing as her Magic and the Creature’s will combine. Her thumb moves to massage my clit and I shake my head trying to stop it, trying to stop her but she simply tuts and pours more Magic into me as her fingers begin to send shockwaves through my body.

My heart is racing, thumping in my chest so loudly, almost drowning out the screaming voice in my head as I desperately try to fight but the Creature has full control in this moment and it’s letting this girl do whatever she wants and I feel my eyes wet with tears as the orgasm hits me and I scream, writhing against the wood, pulling at the shackles that hold me down.

When I’m done, she gets off bowing to her audience and I lay sprawled, used, and still panting on the table for them to leer at.

The Magic is gone. The Creature is gone with it and I am more than aware of where I am and what has happened. And yet I am powerless to do anything, powerless to even cover myself as the auction begins and the men start bidding.

It goes on for an eternity, the noise, the shouts, the absurd price they are willing to pay for me. I shut my eyes, trying to pretend I’m anywhere other than where I am but when I do I saw him, King Rufus, with the pain in his eyes as he lay dying and I blink fighting back the tears, determined not to cry in front of all these men, these monsters.

The hammer slams down and I jump, flinching in my shackles at the noise of it. It is done. I am sold. One of them has just bought me. I look around trying to see who it is, not that it will make any difference but something in me, some small desperate part hopes that whoever it is they will at least be kind.

A man stands, walking over to collect his token that matches to the number around my neck. I can feel his eyes lingering on me and I stare back forcing myself to meet his gaze. And what I see makes my stomach drop with fear because somehow I know without reason that this man will not be my saviour. He will not be kind. He is going to hurt me and worse he is almost certainly going to enjoy doing it.