The Savage Alpha's Rebel

4. A Surprising Request

Chapter 4. A Surprising Request

Jade's POV

She smiled down at me and showed me a tiny dress. "This will suit your figure."

I looked at it and made a yuck face. It was made of black net and extremely flimsy like a dress of cheap mosquitoe net. The neckline and the bottom was beaded with white pearls. Once again, I was reminded the p*rn actresses from adult movies. I have seen many wear those in the start of the episode.

Though I had been cooperative with them and helping them groom me for the buyers out there, I will not wear it. It will hardly cover my full breasts. My panties would be at a view. Considering their curious gaze and touches that send me to a southward going ride to discomfiture, I should not worry much about undergarments for they don't seem to be giving me any.

Oh, I forgot, they said I won't get any under garments. They want to put my skin for as much view as possible. It will excite the buyers. The need to fondle my titties and p*ssy will compel them and qoute the highest price during my auction.

"I don't want to wear that." I voiced my concern, my voice low like a kitten's cry. "Can you not dress me like a slut? Please."

Both the women looked at each other again. I guess they have some sense of telepathy between them. One look at each other and it appears like they communicate through their mind link.

They do look crazy. Their skin is warmer than mine. The craziest thing is that they can pick up heavy weight as if they are some kind of a creature. Something is definitely different about them.

"I have been cooperative with you. You can do that much for me, can't you?" I said in the sweetest voice possible with an edge of irony to it.

This was to show that I intended to cooperate in spite of aware of my fate. I was playing with their brains as they do with the horny businessmen out there.

"You can describe me as the Virgin-est product possible, and untouched. And... The modest one— who's available to them." I said hopefully.

They didn't seem to budge, so I added another statement to it, "Oh yeah, I have never been kissed before too!"

Shock struck their eyes open, they gasped like a fish out of water and stared at me. "Seriously?"

"That sounds like a lie!" The thin one exclaimed. "No woman as tempting as you can be unkissed."

"But that is true!" I rubbed my hands together.

My motive is to take them under my hand. I want to get out of here as harmless as possible. Sweet talking is the only weapon I have.

"Okay, but no undergarments." I smiled brightly at the healthy woman.

She returned with a decent dress. It was a gown in black. My guess specifies that they dress women in black more because the color accentuates our figures, and makes every curve come out seductive.

This one looks decent. I told myself as a new dress was brought to me. Off shouldered and a huge cut on the right side. The back was a web of strings. Overall it was slutty but I was convinced with this one. It was not so terrible. My breasts wouldn't spill out if I raised my hands. My v****a would not be highlighted much since my legs will take away the attention.

"You are one of your kind, aren't you?" I smiled sadly.

I guess I am, or else no other women in this state would help her oppressors to dress her for an event that is going bring her doom for the second time.

My makeup and dressing was done. I was being recruited to the bidding hall where these women said was filled with hundreds of men.

They come here to buy mistresses for fulfilment of their desires. Mistress is just a mere title given to and verbalized for my frightened heart to calm down. I am not so stupid to not perceive what this all actually means!

Men coming here don't just come for women. They come to purchase a toy that has a soul and tongue. They need a woman to grant their taboo wishes and take their d***s as and when they require.

They don't hesitate in spending millions however a Virgin is preferred.

And oh, can I forget fun parties? Such bought women are taken to fun parties where their masters share them with each other and even kill one or two of them in the name of bringing more interest.

My stomach lurched as it dawned on me that I was going to be one of them. It's a cherry on ice cake if a girl is as exhilarating as me. The obese woman said that fearless and clever girl like me are liked by men. Because they don't have to train us to accept their orders. We do it willingly to avoid pain for we know what is best for us. Hence, they pay fortunes, and tonight they may earn a great deal in exchange of me.

"Okay, now put this veil on your head." The healthy woman covered my face with it. "You will go on the stage and stand on the red mark in the middle of the stage. Only after the anchor is done introducing you, you pull this scarf off and show your face to them."

I nodded in yes and followed their order of going further. But as I took a step ahead, my heart stirred in my chest.

I had been courageous all this while. But one look at the stage I was to go on, and my knees started shaking. Adrenaline shot up, making my fingers ache from pain as I clutched them into a tight fist. I was suddenly in dread. Gosh, I don't think I can do it.

Tbc...

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