Meet Me at the Auction House (Patreon Extreme)
It was a dark alley on a dark night, the grumble of thunder just overhead sounded out as the brewing storm threatened to deluge. The sidewalk and pavement were damp already from a downpour that had soaked the afternoon, now it seemed that a second wave of severity was on its way.
Despondent and rundown was this neighborhood, dilapidated apartment buildings lined the road with a few beat up businesses dotting every so often. It was the part of the city that law enforcement didn't often like to go, as its dangers often went unchecked by the local government. As such, gangs and drugs were rampant, not to mention the thriving slave market that was garnering quite a bit of attention.
Deep beneath one of the above ground businesses was one such auction house. Past a couple armed guards and down several descending flights of stairs, there was a massive establishment that rivaled the one above it. In stark contrast to the business that acted as a front, the interior of the large underground rooms were elegantly decorated and garnered a crowd of very wealthy and well dressed individuals.
Waiters walked around with trays of champagne and tables of well prepared food were set out for the many, many guests. Set in the main auction hall, a large crowd of people had gathered and were set about in many chairs that surrounded a stage, most of which held signs with numbers on them. On the stage and set further back was a podium and microphone with a large, well dressed tiger standing right behind it.
He leaned over the wooden fixture and spoke, "And next we have a young vixen. Ten years old," he explained, reading from a paper set in front of him. From behind a large curtain set to divide the stage from the guests and the merchandise, a young female fox was pulled by a leash and collar fixed tightly around her neck. The holder of the leash was a leather clad doberman woman, her large breasts peaking out over top a tightly fit corset. She meandered out with high heeled boots that covered her thighs, flaunting the young girl who wore no clothing at all. Her small breasts and virgin pussy were fully exposed for all of those in attendance to see.
She was paraded around like a show dog, forced to turn and lift her tail to show off her just as virgin tailhole. The young girl held a sad expression, her fists clenched tight at her sides and her head was ducked to try and conceal her embarrassment. It matter little to the mistress, the auctioneer, or the crowd, for she was merely a piece of meat for them. Various guests spoke among themselves in whispers and mumbles as the young girl was eventually stopped in front of the crowd and forced to stand with her legs splayed open. On the leather collar at her neck there jangled a golden medallion with the number 74 embedded on the metal surface, her designation.
"Completely untouched and not at all house broken. We shall start the bidding at twenty five thousand. Do I hear twenty six thousand?" he asked and gazed out into he crowd. Many wooden paddles went up into the air and the war for ownership began.
Far back towards the entrance there was a lone individual that sipped at a glass of bubbling, amber liquid. He watched the inside of the auction house as bidding went up to forty thousand dollars before it finally ended and the young vixen was carted off behind the stage. The auctioneer began again after writing down the paddle number for the winner and the amount owed, a new, young slave being drawn out into he open.
This individual was a black panther, his form holding an lush, ebony hue that was well taken care of and reflected a sheen of light from the overhead lamps. A dark gray suit adorned his athletic form, his young but mature features portrayed him as a very handsome individual, certainly one that could charm plenty of girls if he thought to try hard enough. He stared with strong, green eyes and smirked as he watched a young mouse boy take the stage and get paraded around.
He lifted his glass to his lips to take another sip when there suddenly came a paw on his shoulder and a voice that turned his attention away from the auction. "Roman! Sorry I'm late, I couldn't pick out a thing to wear." the voice came from a stunningly gorgeous African wild dog, her fur just as meticulously groomed and cleaned up as the panther's. She wore a navy blue dress that cascaded down her thin form, hugging her modest bust and her flat belly. It came to an end just above her knee but not before it blossomed into a furrowed end.
"No problem at all, Kaite, just in time actually," the big cat replied and finished off his glass. "I've got something wonderful to show you," he went on and gently took her by the paw.
"Oh my, something special for little ol' me?" she teased and smirked as she found herself being tugged along. She followed dutifully, a paw held over her mouth to stifle the happy laughs. Off to the side of the auction house was the corridor of delivery rooms, where currency was exchanged for won products. Roman nudged his way into the long hallway and moved at a hurried pace.
"Slow down!" Kaite said as she was struggling to keep up with her high heels, but being pulled along forced her to keep pace. As such she was stumbling a bit with almost every other step. It wasn't long until the panther stopped at one of the doors more towards the middle, pausing to glanced back at his lover with a wry grin.
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