Saved By My Slave Mate

Auction

Auction

Five: Lyra

The guard that had been jolting me with the rod left my cell. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat down on my bed. I ended up lying down and curling into myself. I had felt so exposed as those people staring at my naked body, some of them lustfully. A shiver runs down my spine at what the man had said returns to me. I would kill myself before I would let anything like that happen to me. Now I understand why everyone of the prisoners acted the way that they did. Heads bent in submission. They probably already knew what was coming and they were already broken. Everything that I have seen here so far is beyond sickening.

I must have closed my eyes as I’m woken up by one of those sticks running against the bars of my cell. I look up and Star is standing there with a smile on her face. She opens the door and throws something like a burlap sack at me. I pick it up of the floor where it fell. Picking it up I find it is a sack that has a hole cut out at the bottom. Large enough for a head and a hole on either side for arms. I quickly put it on not caring that it was a sack at one time. At least now my naked body is cover. I look up and Star had stepped back from the open door and motioned me forward. I scurry and do as she says not wanting to fight right now. I just want to curl back up on my cot and drown in my sorrows.

Star leads me to the back past my own cell and to a set of steps leading up to a door. The door is open and I can hear a crowd of voices. It gets louder as we get closer to the door. As I walk out it leads to a stage area when right now all the men are lined up with their shorts down around their ankles while I’m stunned. Star shoves me to move forward. I take a couple of more steps as I watched horrified as men and women alike are walking down the row of naked men touching them and playing with their junk. I watch as some get hard and these nasty people are measuring them. I feel my cheeks flare red as I look across the sea of the crowd. How do these people live with themselves treating others like this?

As the line goes down, I noticed the woman with the crown on her head staring at me from a raised platform in the back. I quickly look away as her eyes are completely black. There is something really strange about her. I can feel my slight powers start to churn inside of me at her dark look. I realize with great sadness that my powers have not recharged as of yet. Even if I had to fight my way out right now, I would only be able to use my physical strength. I hear the Master yelling over the crowd to get them to quiet down. “Now is time for the biding to start on the s*x Slaves.” I snap my head back to the front of the stage where she is talking. My stomach drops out of my body as I hear those words.

I watch as the man that rushed to the side of Master before my nice ice-cold high-powered shower, I remember in anger. He holds his hand over each one of the men and as the biding starts. It is so sickening that I have to look away. I wonder to myself how these people have not rose up and tried to take their lives back. I look around the wide-open area and I notice guards all around us. They look scary even if they are women. I hardly see any men as it seems these people are ruled by women. Men seem to be of lower class here with the exception of one male. He stands out like a sour thumb. Next, I hear announced that the women strip. I look back out front of the stage as a group of women that are on stage disrobe. The same thing that happened to the men just minutes before are now happening to the women. I feel my stomach chur as I close my eyes not wanting to see it all over again.

I just keep my eyes closed even after I hear the noise of men and women both being auctioned off for house slaves or field slaves. I shake my head in utter revolution. Next, I know I’m being shoved forward from behind to the front of the stage by Star. I don’t try to fight her as I’m moved forward until I’m in front with the same small group that was pulled out of the lines early. “I would like to introduce the group of new Area Fighters that will be fighting next week. You can purchase your tickets on the way out if you like. If you wait to the day of, they will be at a higher price.” I watch as she shuts her mouth quickly as the woman with the crown stands up. The crowd parts away making way for her to come to the stage.

I watch as the woman make her way to the top of the steps. Master bows her head. “My Queen.” Okay so my first impression of her being high rack was spot on. I think as I watch her going down the line not taking her eyes off of the one standing in front of her. As she makes her way down to me, she stops and looks at me in the eyes. I don’t look away but just stare back. I see a slight frown gracing her face as she looks over at Master. “It will be fun watching this one getting broken.” I feel a well of anger wanting to rise in me but I hold it back. This is not the time. I have to come up with a plan on what to do in this situation. I feel like a rock in my gut as I realize I will not be able to escape and leave these people to their doom. I’m a High Priestess of the Moon Goddess. I cannot go against her teachings.

I watch as we are led to outside pens as what you would keep your farm animals in. We have guars surrounding us as the crowd of people are allowed to look upon us. Some are coming to collect their purchases as they pay at a table set off to the side of the pens. I cannot believe what I’m seeing. This place is like what my home was thousands of years ago. I remember my early teaching on how Moon Goddess was upset and sent a prophecy down to correct the wrong doings. That leads me to wonder if she is doing it again, if that is why I’m here. But what prophecy could it be. I have been taught so many that have come to pass as well as many that have not. I’m thinking as something out in the distance catches my eye.

I gaze up at the roof of one of the buildings and I notice two people looking my way. I wonder who they could be. When I look at the shorter one, I notice a flash in his eyes that I can’t quite make out before it’s gone. I notice they both quickly disappear. I continue to stare at the roof wondering why I felt that twinge when I looked up at the roof. I start chewing on my bottom lip as my thoughts are lost on the two-up top of that roof. I didn’t hear Star or Master calling for me. When I finally look over, I’m being dragged to the front of the cage to the couple that made lewd comments to me at my cell. I cringe as I’m halted right in front of them. Before I know it Star tears off my sack and I can feel the lustful stare of the man on my body as Star hold my hands behind me.

There is pressure on my hands to make me step forward into his reaching distance. I growl loudly as I see him raise his hand to touch my body. Oh, hell no, I think as I spread my feet apart and swivel my hips kicking his hand so hard, I heard the snap of a bone. I hear an outraged cry as I feel a fist connect with my face. I taste blood in my mouth and black dots spot in my vision. I hear Master roar “take her to the torture room now!” I’m being dragged away. I’m fighting to stay conscience as I don’t want to give that man the opportunity to touch my body in any way. The next thing I know my hands are being raised into shackles from the ceiling then I hear a door close. Opening my eyes, I’m in pitch blackness. I sigh in relief. At least I can let myself pass out now. I close my eyes once more.