A Princess for Auction

A Princess For Auction: Chapter 7, A Solid Contract

The stiff parchment of my contract looked strange in Clevil's hands as we stood and waited our turn inside a small white tent in the auctioneer gardens. It was late in the afternoon on the following day, and busy crowds were still milling about outside in sweltering heat. The usual good mood that I got from walking the neatly cobbled streets among the vendors was nowhere to found.

I felt completely out of place.

My cheeks were burning red as I shifted self-consciously in the revealing attire that had suddenly been thrust into my hands. And I was forced to change in the back of the tent, with barely a sheet of thin fabric hanging between me and the busy main room, where men and orcs walked back and forth with crates and people led in chains. Both breasts felt like they would slip out from either side of the twin strips of blue cloth that covered my nipples and my nether parts felt unnecessarily exposed as I couldn't even wear my shifts beneath the translucent outfit. It was as if a stiff breeze could blow it all aside and show off everything beneath it to the entire crowd outside. I wiped away the tears that had tumbled down my cheeks, taking away some of my makeup in the process. There wasn't time for reapplying it.

Clevil had said it was all for getting a good price on my contract. And that I could wear other clothing once I started to work off my debt.

I had given him an uncertain smile, somewhat dimmed by the fact that the only other person wearing the same outfit was a brunette girl with a collar around her neck and tears in her eyes. At least I hadn't been asked to wear a collar.

Until right before going on stage.

"A prerequisite of the city I'm afraid." Clevil held the circular piece of shiny iron in both hands. Unlatched and ready to go on my neck. "No one can go in an auction without one."

"But... you never said anything about this. Or the about the clothes. Won't people think I'm..." I lowered my voice. "Won't people think I'm like her?"

I looked at the petite, sad-looking girl with long, chestnut-colored hair.

"The merchant will make it abundantly clear that you are not. He will read the entire contract to the audience, and there will not be any confusion." He gave my shoulder a soft squeeze. "The only thing you need to think about is smiling. And your beauty will do the rest."

The light from the tent's opening was blinding as I was led out, with a clinking chain pulling me along on the metal collar that sat snug and locked around my throat. In the back of my mind I was panicking, while I forced myself to smile.

"No! Get off me! Get this thing off me! Don't- Ughk!" My feet skidded along the cobbled stones as one of the guards pulled the chain tight and dragged me back into the tent where I had been before the auction. Pain snapped through my neck, and my breasts bounced and slipped out of their confines as I dove forward, hitting the hard ground with my knees and hands. "...uugh... noh..."

"Fucking moron! Careful with her!" The bald orc shouted at the guard who put up his hands in a defensive gesture. "Hey, Clevil. You still here?"

My heart made a leap as I realized that the master merchant from the Work Trader Guild was still in the tent.

"Clevil! There's been a mistake! The contract.... They're-" I rambled as quick as I could.

"Of course I'm still here, Dhular." Clevil ignored me completely as he spoke with the bald orc. "I need the money by the end of the day, else I'll be stuck with paperwork all through the week."

My mouth was stuck open, interrupted mid-sentence as I struggled to process what was happening.

"Yeah, right..." Dhular the bald orc tossed a fat purse of coins to Clevil, who snatched it in the air and tucked it away. He didn't even open it to see if he'd gotten the right amount.

"Clevil! They're saying that my contract is changed, and that... that... there's something wrong... they're hurting me!" I screamed.

"Mhm... I'll get right on that, Alessa." Clevil gave me a cursory glance. He turned back to Dhular with a wide smile. "Heard you got her to sign a ten pointer?"

"Hah! Yeah, she barely looked at it. She'll be with us for a while." Dhular looked at me with hungry eyes.

"But... you said it's... five years isn't five years..." I hiccuped as I spoke through my tears. "...it was... six moons?"

The two of them started laughing.

"You told her what?" Dhular exclaimed as he looked at the master trader who shrugged sheepishly.

"It is true... in a sense. If her original terms had been in effect she'd had been done with it in four or five years." He was laughing as he spoke.

"How dumb can humans get...?" The bald orc looked at me. "With a ten percent take on each customer, it doesn't matter how many you go through in a day, it won't even cover the living expenses at the lounge. There won't be no six moons, or even five years... Hah! You'll get to be at the Swallow till you die."

My heart plummeted into a sickening free fall.

"...what? I don't understand..." My words fell out of my mouth.

"But, you will sell her long before that? Come two or three years and she will hardly be this beautiful. The return on investment rate usually drops quite fast once they get tired and worn." Clevil seemed almost concerned that Dhular would make a bad financial decision.

"Got a buyer to take less popular girls off to the eastern markets, once their regulars stop coming in." Dhular answered off-handedly.

"Ah, I see. Big demand for cheaper goods?" Clevil seemed curious. "Something for our other buyers perhaps?"

"Depends. Kinda dangerous to get them out past the desert border. But if you do there's usually high volume on the girls there. Good prices for the bigger brothels. But the best silvers are in deals with the arenas, or one of them specialized lounges."

"Oh, and why's-" Clevil didn't get the chance to finish his question as the merchant walked in.

"Is the buyer from The Foamy Patron here yet?" The rotund, bearded man had stopped to talk with some of the buyers outside and was now looking around the tent with a gleaming smile on his lips.

"Said e's gonna be 'ere later, boss." One of the guards replied.

"Good, good. Gives me a bit of time to look at this one." He walked over to the terrified brunette, looking her up and down as he removed his vest. Her hands were now fastened behind her back with iron manacles, and a piece of cloth had been stuffed and tied into her mouth, already wet with saliva. "Clevil, Dhular, have you gentlemen ever seen such a sweet thing?"

The men shared a look and a chuckle.

"I've seen Asterdalians before. Sure, a bit small, but pretty." The orc replied with a gravely voice, before glancing over at me. "Mine's better."

"Heh, fooled you as well, did I?" The merchant held the brunette's chain in one hand as he used the other to stretch away her breast coverings, revealing her small, pale mounds and her tiny, pink nipples. They glistened with beads of sweat that caught the orange light coming in from outside. Her breaths came raggedly as he played with her, massaging her chest. "Had to make up that whole thing, about her being from some far away province. She's really from a homestead just outside the city."

"Hah! I knew there was something off about her." Dhular grinned.

"No you didn't..." Clevil retorded dryly. "There are laws about selling captives from the duchy, you know this, Haalar."

The merchant waved away Clevil's concern without taking his eyes of the girl in front of him.

"It's fine. As long as it's just a few here and there." As he spoke he moved his hands down the length of her body, feeling the tightness of her firm, young features. "Little thing was just at the wrong place and time, that's all. Got picked up -literally- by some orcish drunkards on her way back home from the fields. And now, after shuffling enough papers around and paying some of the right people to look the other way, she's legal goods and off to become our proud city's newest soap slave."

Dhular stepped forward and took hold of Haalar's hand, stopping his stroking motions.

"You ain't a bad salesman..." My glistening eyes widened as the orc started to run his hands across the small brunette, causing her to flinch and turn away.

'Sklockh!' The sound of Dhular's large, green hand on the girl's face startled me as he slapped her with the solid strength of his palm. She looked stunned.

"Stand still..." He grumbled.

"...uuuh...uh..." The brunette burst into fresh tears and sobs as the orc pushed her into a nearby table and hoisted her up to sit on it with her legs spread wide. I could see the outline of her mounding privates between them, hidden beneath the cloth that hung down like a silky veil.

She writhed on the table, laying on her back with her hands still fastened behind it, crumpling papers and pushing aside ledgers that were used for book keeping.

The orc pulled down his trousers. And my hands immediately went up to cover my mouth in shock.

As thick as my own forearm, the veiny length of his mottled green cock bent under its own weight, hanging up and forward like a branch skewering a fat apple on its tip. The crowning head of his glans was pulling back the folds of skin from the slippery shape of his throbbing excitement. And I could even see it bobbing on its own, following the orc's heartbeats.

The girl was stiff with fear. And streaming tears were running down the sides of her head, wetting her ears as she stared up into the vaulted ceiling of the tent.

"Any other girls coming through today?" Clevil asked with a bored expression as he took a bite of a pink desert pear. He bent his head to look as Dhular flipped away the brunette's loin cloth.

Her tiny slit was completely smooth and hairless. And as she whimpered softly, the orc split apart her lips with his fingers as he rubbed his huge cockhead against her opening, slobbering strings of orcish excretions mixing with the clear juices of her natural wetness.

My pulse was racing. It was all wrong. The brunette's vaginal canal contracted visibly as the green fingers played across it, its pink opening so small and tight that not even a single finger could have gone inside.

He's not going to...? Gods... please... My head felt numb.

"There are... yes. An Iseri girl, getting sold with a contract. A solid contract that is. So she'll be hostessing at the manor district for a year or so." The merchant didn't take his eyes off the sobbing girl as he answered Clevil's question. "And I think a couple of others. At least one going to the closed auctions."

"Ah, an expensive beauty?" Clevil perked up.

"Quite so... but made more rare for being a temple maiden." Halaar's words were almost drowned out by the intense, muffled wailings of the brown-haired rape victim as Dhular started to press his slitted tip into her moist pussy, pushing aside her lips even further.