Sold to the Beasts

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage. "So, let's start from a fair price." He announced," From $5000 I'm bid?" $5,000?! Whispers and murmurs quickly grew among the chatter. Who'd be spending $5000 on a fucking slave? This one might be beautiful. But slaves were just slaves. Those poor little things were everywhere in the sla

Valerie Auction? My brain went blank for a second. Then I realized what that meant. I was the one who’s going to be auctioned tonight. As a sex slave. How’s that possible? Slaves had been discussing it the whole day yesterday. They said it was going to be a special one. But I had never paid attention to that. The first time Ava talked about auctions, she told me they were looking for girls with flawless beauty, which obviously excluded me for my peculiar birth mark on lower belly. So how is it possible that they chose me? The auctions were usually held at the end of each month, where they would pick a virgin female slave for the rich to bid on with other gems or jewelries. Slaves had debates on that. Some believed it was an evil ritual of monsters. But most thought it’s a chance to seek new lives.  “You don’t have to stay at those filthy slave stalls for weeks until someone

Valerie I had never known why Mrs. Johnson would be there in my nightmare. We lost her contact since the war began and when my parents were looking for a shelter, they tried best to reconnect her. But we never succeeded. The summer we spent at Mrs. Johnson’s holiday house near a seashore was the best one I’d ever had. My parents went there for doing some research related to their work and they brought me with them. I was lucky. Because they considered that I was too young to be left behind at grandparent’s house like Mathilda. We indulged ourselves in sun’s nourishment and strolled leisurely along the beach while mom and dad were off-work. Mrs. Johnson showed great hospitality to our visit. She volunteered to help look after me while mom and dad were busy with their works. She brought me to a small amusement park in vicinity and we had a lot of fun there. Mrs. Johnson was a widow. Her husband died many years ago and left her with no k

Valerie “Happy birthday! Val!” Whenever we had my birthday celebrations, mom, dad and Mathilda would give me a big hug before I blew out the candle light. On occasions, if I had invited a few friends to the party, mom would looked at us in a distance with an assuring smile. “My little girl was growing up into a beautiful lady.” She would say something like this, while my dad, on the other hand, would say, “No matter where you go, Val. You’ll always be our little girl.” Whatever wishes they blessed with me counted for a naught now. I sat on bed, staring numbly at the closed door where the master had left. It was until tears fell onto my laps that I realized I was crying. I hadn’t shed a single tear after being captured, even when I was brutally whipped by the guards. But now, I felt like suddenly being caught in the tide of pains that I had buried deeply into my heart. The tide pulled me out to the sea of sorrow, where

Valerie My stay at the castle, though with a harsh beginning, turned out not to be as bad as it was in the cell, actually, much better. After blending in with the other slaves, I was completely forgotten by the tormenters as I learnt how to be invisible. But the start was indeed very tough. Mrs. Manson, the head maid, had sought every opportunities to make me since my arrival. I woke up at 3:30 the next morning as she warned me to be present at 4am and I stood there alone waiting for her until she finally strolled downstairs at 6 o’clock. For the entire two hours, I didn’t even dare to sit down or leave the spot in case that she might suddenly appear. My back and legs were hurting. I was pretty sure that Mrs. Manson did it deliberately because very soon after she came down, the servants and slave all gathered downstairs, being prepared to embark on their duties. She gave me the wrong time. Mrs. Manson shot me a glance