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The raid had started just before sunrise--banshee-like screaming tore through the dark, startling the villagers from their dreams. Some of the exhausted and disoriented folks tried to fall back asleep, believing there were just a few rowdy men playing a prank. Others, more alert and curious, looked out their windows in confusion; their jaws dropped in horror when they realized that the dim illumination wasn't coming from a sun that had yet to peek over the horizon, but from the blazing fires that were consuming seven huts and counting.

Rousing yells and calls to arms rose up against the raiders' battle cries, and soon the village was filled with more screams and yowls of pain, the clatter of metal against metal as swords met improvised weaponry, and the dull thwacks of arrows piercing hearts and axes cleaving limbs from bodies. The dirt streets thickened with blood, turning into muddy patches of viscera and gore, as the fighting wore on, and when the sun at last climbed up into the sky, it became clear that what had once sounded like a valiant struggle was truly a one-sided fight. The villagers who joined the fray were no match for the raiders, all of whom were incredibly strong, skilled, and unrelentingly brutal.

Gin--still wearing his nightshirt and loose linen pants--had peered timidly from his window to see the raiders hacking their way through his fellow villagers; his stomach dropped when he saw Farish, a hare farmer, lose his head. In a panic, the maned wolf retreated from his window and scrambled to pull together a bundle of his belongings.

BANG.

His door flew open, and Gin froze when he saw a mountain lion and a bull--both wearing loincloths and armed with knives and torches--enter his hut.

"Shit, coulda sworn I smelled a cunt in here," the mountain lion growled when he saw Gin. He angrily kicked over the basket of grains near the door and inspected the tools and dried meats hanging from the wall as his bull companion approached Gin. "Anything good in here?" the feline rumbled.

Watching the bull loom closer, Gin grabbed the small knife that lay on the barrel nearby; his hands trembled as he held the blade, trying to defend himself. "Get back, fucker!" he snarled as best as he could.

The bull rolled his eyes. "Ah, shut up." In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Gin's wrists and twisted them hard, forcing Gin to release the knife--the bull then quickly punched the maned wolf in the gut, sending him sprawling to the floor.

"Cuh--uck!" Gin spluttered, winded from the punch and then gasping from the swift, strong kick the bull delivered to his face. Gin curled around himself protectively--he could smell and taste blood streaming from his nose--but the bull was done with him for now. He heard the heavy footsteps retreat. Then a bowl smashed; the mountain lion had just thrown it in his search for valuables.

"Alright, let's torch and move on to the next one. Next time find us a hut with a bitch in it," the bull sighed.

Gin shivered in terror, but his survival instincts told him he could still make it out alive if he timed things right. Still aching and gasping, he chanced a peek up at them between his fingers over his eyes, waiting for his opportunity to escape.

"Yeah, ye...wait a sec." The mountain lion stopped and sniffed the air. "I'm telling you, there's one in here."

The bull paused, pursing his lips, then nodded down at Gin. "What, he's hiding one?"

The mountain lion cast around for potential hiding spots. "Nowhere for her to hide...unless..." His eyes landed on the maned wolf cowering on the floor.

Gin silently prayed that his body wasn't betraying him, and he shook as the mountain lion, following his nose, stepped closer and closer. The raider knelt down by Gin's backside--Gin flinched and involuntarily gasped when the mountain lion yanked up his tail and sniffed at the seat of his loose pants.

"No way," the mountain lion growled in amazement.

Gin's stomach flipped when he realized the raider had found what he was looking for.

"No-no-no-no, please," he whimpered as he desperately tried to scramble away. "Don't--ah!" Gin yelled and grimaced when the bull planted a large foot on his hand, keeping him in place.

The mountain lion, meanwhile, easily shredded Gin's pants with his claws and ripped away the cut fabric to reveal the mound resting under his balls. The large feline leaned in, getting a whiff of the pheromones, and roughly licked across Gin's labia, eliciting a shudder from the maned wolf.

"Well shit, we got us a herm!" the mountain lion crowed triumphantly. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of Gin's musk.

"Now that...could make us some good money," the bull mused, keeping his foot on Gin's hand.

"You think? Get his wrists and let's put him with the rest," the mountain lion directed.

Pantsless and panicking, Gin tried to pull away the second the bull released his foot, but the bovine was too fast for him--in a flash, he smothered Gin's wrists in one fist and used his free hand to loop a thick rope around Gin's forearms. He cinched them together and tied the knot tightly, leaving no wiggle room at all for the captive, and in another moment, the bull was dragging Gin by the wrists backwards from his hut. The maned wolf kicked and struggled, yelling for all he was worth.

"No! No, let me go, you bastards! Fuck you! Let me go! I'll kill you! I'll--"

The bull turned and roughly slapped Gin's face hard enough to stun him. In a daze, the bottomless maned wolf let himself be limply dragged from his hut while he watched the mountain lion drop his torch inside--in seconds, flames ate through the thin walls and curled around the timbers that supported his home, and the thatched roof erupted in a blaze. Gin whimpered as his hut and all of his belongings inside disappeared in an inferno while the bull kept pulling him away.

The rest of the village was in complete pandemonium. Not wanting another smack to the head, Gin mutely watched the violent scenes unfolding on the streets as he was dragged through them.

A fox, a ram, and a leopard took their turns hacking away at Hensin, a badger who was struggling to keep up while his attackers danced around him; they sadistically sliced through his tendons to bring him down until the ram delivered the killing stab through Hensin's neck. The stout badger slumped forward on the ground, gurgling blood as his eyes stared blankly.

A weasel lazily knocked his arrows and let them fly, piercing throats, heads, and hearts in his range--men, boys, and older women that Gin knew and had spent time with all fell to the ground as the weasel's bolts hit their targets.

Luso, the ferret who sold dried herbs and poultices, was bent over a barrel with his pants down and a water monitor behind him--the reptile clenched his hand around Luso's throat, choking him as he held him down and thrust his hips back and forth against the ferret's rear. Luso weakly struggled, unable to cry out for help or even give voice to his pain as the water monitor violated him with a wicked smile on his scaly face.

A tall black bear with a broad ax was cleaving limbs from corpses that had piled up in the road; Gin saw the body of Keyosi, the hyena he'd spent so many nights with, get dragged from the pile--arrows stuck out of his chest, and with a dull whack, the bear chopped off both of Keyosi's legs with a single stroke. A beefy rat had set up close to the pile of bodies and was methodically skinning Thaxen, the fennec fox who ran the local tavern.

A thickset boar dragged Ayven, a young raccoon, by the scruff of his neck--the bloody and beaten boy was kicking and hollering for all he was worth, but the boar simply lugged his quarry behind one of the still-standing huts. The last Gin saw of Ayven was his foot disappearing behind the hut wall, and he heard Ayven's screams rise in pitch before he was suddenly silenced.

He couldn't watch anymore--Gin closed his eyes and wished he could close his ears to the sounds of brutal murder and rape. Too shocked and dazed to attempt fighting back again, he let the bull drag him to the village outskirts; the noise from the village began to fade and soften as the bull and mountain lion trudged onward with their prize.

Eventually Gin heard the whinnying of horses, soft conversation between raiders, and the hushed tones of more women whispering to one another. He opened his eyes to see he'd been brought to a makeshift encampment outside of the village--six wagons had been set up, with two of them full of younger women Gin recognized. All of them had ropes around their wrists and were huddled close together. Other raiders dressed in some combination of loincloths or leather armor were milling around as the rear guard.

"Moshay!" the bull dragging Gin called.

A broad-shouldered and muscular deer wearing a loincloth, leather bracers, a light leather breastplate, and a blue, dusty shawl wrapped around his shoulders, emerged from behind one of the carts and strode towards the returning raiders to meet them. As he walked, he peered around the bull and saw Gin.

"You deaf, Yerik? Women only," Moshay said, holding up a hand to halt the bull in his tracks. "Nobody's gonna want cock at the market--at least nobody we're gonna be selling to."

"He's a herm, got a warm pussy on him," the mountain lion immediately took up. He gestured for Moshay to follow him around Yerik's backside to get a closer look at Gin. Yerik held Gin's wrists and neck steady against the ground, preventing him from struggling while the mountain lion pried apart the maned wolf's legs, giving Moshay a clear view under Gin's balls to see his labia. "There's gonna be someone who wants the more exotic type. Or they can just lop off his cock for some extra meat if they don't want it at all."

Moshay rubbed his chin, contemplating the possibilities for a moment. He then abruptly reached between Gin's spread legs and roughly pressed his index and middle fingers into the maned wolf's vagina--Gin gulped at the sudden intrusion and clenched around the deer's thick digits. Moshay grinned, twisting his fingers around in the moist warmth while his thumb rested outside just under Gin's balls. He then withdrew and licked his fingertips, getting a taste of Gin's musk. The deer then shrugged casually as he made his decision. "Fine, let's see what kind of price he'll get. But if he doesn't sell, I'm killing him, and then I'm killing you and selling you both for the meat, Keel."

The mountain lion rolled his eyes. "He'll sell, I guarantee it, boss."

"One way or another, he will. Just have to wait and see if you'll sell with him," Moshay chuckled. He then jerked his head toward the wagons, gesturing for Yerik and Keel to put Gin into one of them.

The bull and mountain lion hoisted Gin aloft and carried him easily to the nearest cart, where they bodily deposited him on the floor between the raised bench seats. Gin scrambled to turn over on his back and get his bearings--as he did so, he saw that the other women huddled around him were all in various states of undress, some completely naked, others wearing rags and scraps to cover their modesty. He looked up into the clearly frightened and traumatized faces of his fellow villagers, many of them too shocked to even recognize him.

"No funny business," Yerik commanded threateningly, making a show of laying a hand on the handle of his dagger strapped to his waist. He nodded smugly at the captives, then joined Keel to walk towards the edge of the encampment while the rest of the guarding raiders prowled around the wagons.

Gin, meanwhile, searched the female faces looming above him--so many of the women were too out of it to even catch his eye, they practically stared past him...except for a very familiar blue cat in a nightshirt who looked stunned to see him.

"Kraft!" Gin hoarsely choked out, forcing himself to sit up and turn to face her.

"I thought...oh fuck, I'm glad to see you," Kraft whimpered, leaning forward to rest her head against Gin's in greeting. The two friends rested like that for a moment, simply grateful for the fact that they were alive and together.

"When did they take you?" Gin asked softly.

"I was one of the first, right after they burnt Seth's hut. There were...arms...that grabbed me in the dark," Kraft whispered back. She shuddered as she went on, "I saw them kill...oh, I saw them kill Jenna and Hockley, they didn't even have a chance..." The shivering feline took a breath to steady herself before she asked, "Did anyone else make it?"

Gin shook his head. "Not that I could see. It was...all the other men, the boys...and the older women...all our friends, they were being..."

Kraft's eyes widened as her imagination filled in the gap that Gin left. "Oh...oh no..."

Gin nodded, then pulled away from Kraft, settling back in his seat as he looked up at her. "I know...and now we're..."

"Slaves," Kraft gulped. She shook her head. "Guess they have to make a profit somehow. They just have to...finish off here, and then..."

"Where do you think they'll take us? Highcrest?" Gin proposed.

"Vizegrad's closer, but smaller...or maybe Cambelien?" Kraft guessed, turning her head to the east, then south. She sighed, then slumped. "Just...why'd they have to come here..."

Kraft, Gin, and the rest of the prisoners lapsed into intermittent silence, broken only by renewed sobs or whispered words of encouragement or muted scraps of conversation to stave off the boredom--some of the women closed their eyes and refused to speak at all, as if trying to shut out the world around them and find solace in themselves.

The morning dragged on and as the sun rose higher over the next few hours--warming the encampment and casting more light on the day that had started so grimly--smoke from the village plumed into the sky, forming a dark, angry cloud that grew bigger and bigger as more buildings burned.

Gin and Kraft watched the rest of the blood-stained and sweating raiders return from their conquests. Some of the men lugged crates and barrels of supplies, others bore valuable possessions they'd looted from their victims, and others hauled bloody, dripping burlap sacks that could only contain freshly butchered meat. Nausea rose in Gin's stomach as he wondered whose limbs or other body parts were in those sacks--he forced himself to try not to think about it. And all the while, the raiders laughed and cheered triumphantly, clapping each others' backs and shoulders in victory and congratulating themselves on a good haul and the potential money they were going to make off of destroying a whole village. Gin hung his head dejectedly as the raiders secured their cargo and packed up the encampment--his home was burnt to the ground, so many of his friends were gone, and what hope was there for him and his fellow captives? None at all--there was nothing at all for them to look forward to, save for a life of servitude and torture at the hands of a cruel master.

When the last group--a Dobermann, a lion, and a moose--returned, it was high noon and the encampment had been packed up; the raiders were ready to move on to their next destination with a cruel efficiency that showed no remorse at all for the violence they'd just committed. Gin wanted to yell at them, to punish them for what they'd done so callously, but he knew it would be useless--the 70 raiders who were fresh from victory and high on bloodlust would simply laugh in his face before cutting him in half. Instead, he held his tongue and kept his head down as he, Kraft, and the rest of the prisoners watched Moshay address the assembled party.

"My brothers, it's no easy feat to wipe a village off of a map, but here we are, done in a single morning!" the deer called, eliciting whooping cheers and applause from his fellow raiders. "You should all be proud of yourselves, and be even prouder of the shares you'll receive once we sell off our bounties!" Moshay continued, gesturing at the two wagons containing the captives and the additional carts laden with the haul from the raid. "The finest whorehouses and taverns in Zekara await to satisfy your desires, we just need to get on our way and liquidate our assets first. The hard part is over, we simply need to mount up and keep moving--we have an appointment in Cambelien for tomorrow morning that we need to keep!"

"So...Cambelien it is," Kraft grimly muttered to Gin.

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It was a long ride south through the day and night. The caravan didn't stop once--the captives couldn't stand or get out of the wagons to stretch their legs or relieve themselves, instead being forced to urinate and defecate over the sides of the cart, all sense of dignity erased; scraps of moldy bread were passed around and each prisoner was given only a few gulps of water throughout the trip, leaving Gin, Kraft, and the rest of the women feeling faint and queasy--more than a few of them heaved up bile onto the road as they swayed with the wagon's movements. The raiders refused to acknowledge the prisoners except to occasionally yell at them to behave or threaten them with communal punishment if any of them dared to attempt an escape; only Fora, a young hare, whispered her intention to make a break for it, and it took the entire cart the better part of the afternoon to convince her not to.

Gin and Kraft slept slumped against each other in the cramped wagon; none of the prisoners tried staying awake through the night to look at the stars or hatch a group escape plan, although nobody got a full night of sleep, either--like his fellow captives, Gin slept in short bursts, nodding off for a few minutes and then shaking awake before fitfully dozing again. The uncomfortable sleeping positions, bumps in the road, clopping of hooves, and raiders talking with each other as they traveled all contributed to a poor night's rest. It wasn't until the wee morning hours that Gin felt like he was able to find a relatively comfortable way to rest against Kraft while also supporting her, and then...

SPLASH.

"Guh!" Gin, Kraft and the rest of the captives started in their seats as they gasped and shivered; the raiders had just doused them with buckets of freezing water. Disoriented, it took Gin a moment to realize that the caravan had pulled off to the side of the road a few hundred feet from a city gate.

"Alright, bitches, welcome to Cambelien!" Moshay announced while the raiders who had dumped water on the prisoners retreated from the sides of the wagons. "This is where you'll part ways from each other. I suggest you say your goodbyes to each other on the way to the market--you won't have a chance to talk once we get there."

Without waiting for acknowledgement or a word of understanding from the captives, Moshay sorted out the majority of raiders who would remain outside of the city while a smaller contingent would carry on with the caravan to get back on the road and on their way. Some of the women in the cart muttered to each other, taking heed of Moshay's words and lamenting their imminent separation--Elaine, a hyrax, clutched her daughter Gelat fiercely, as if she would never let her go. Gin, however, simply exchanged a meaningful glance with Kraft--both of them were too emotionally and physically exhausted for much else beyond that, and they were numb to everything except the scenery that passed as the caravan approached the city gate.

When they entered Cambelien, Gin saw that the cobblestone streets were mostly empty except for a few early risers out for morning strolls and shopkeepers preparing to open for the day. The wagon's wheels bounced on the wide roads as the caravan went deeper into the large city, wending around corners and past alleys; Gin could only imagine how busy the streets would get as the day went on and more people would emerge to conduct their business. His head turned as he surveyed the stone and plaster buildings that were grouped together so closely, and he couldn't help but marvel at the glass windows that gleamed in the sunlight.

Eventually the caravan came to an open market square where shopkeepers were setting up their stalls with everything ranging from produce to candelabras. The wagons full of prisoners and material goods circled around behind a raised platform that had fifteen metal posts mounted to it; on the far side of the platform, the wagons at last came to a stop near a delegation of auction workers. Moshay dismounted his horse and approached a smaller, royal indigo arctic fox who wore a light blue, long-sleeved dress with a short top that covered her cleavage and showed her midriff; her flowing skirt hung down to her ankles, and the garment was adorned with white lace accents that matched with her lacey gloves and collar--it was quite the juxtaposition, seeing Moshay in his roughly scratched leather armor, ripped loincloth, and dirty shawl compared to the arctic fox in her crisply clean finery.

"Madam Yuki," the tall, muscular deer called genially in greeting.

The fox strode forward, offering a gloved hand. "It's good to finally see you, Moshay, you had me worried."

Moshay took Yuki's hand in his and politely kissed it before she withdrew again.

"My apologies for the delay, we had a long journey. I take it you've been doing well?" Moshay started. "From what I hear, business is keeping you very busy."

"Too busy, if you ask me, but then that's the way I like it," Yuki said with a wink. She waved a hand airily as she went on, "But you're not here just to talk, and I've got a schedule to keep, so let's get to it. What do you have for me?"

Moshay, clearly the diplomat as well as the leader of his raiding band, smiled cordially at her business-like tone. "Of course. Freshly captured and ready for selling," he began, turning to face the wagons behind him. Moshay gestured at the two wagons containing Gin, Kraft, and the rest of the captives. "27 slaves--26 all female, and one of them a herm, if that might help draw some interest."

Yuki's eyebrows rose, intrigued. "Really? Which one?"

"The maned wolf there," Moshay said, pointing at Gin.

Yuki and Moshay approached the wagon containing Gin and Kraft--the arctic fox peered up at Gin, who stared blankly back down at her. Yuki squinted, put her hands on her hips, and sighed. "Well, he could be worse-looking, although I'm sure someone will find him adorable, you get all kinds in Cambelien." She paused, then surveyed the rest of the women in the wagon. "I think these should all fetch a good price, even the herm; you do have some lovely faces here..." Yuki's gaze lingered on Elaine and Gelat, taking in the family resemblance; she then glanced over at the other wagon for a moment before switching back to the mother and daughter hyraxes. "Switch out these two with the Labrador and the sheep, I don't need them making a scene here."

Moshay snapped his fingers, and two of the raiders did as they were directed, roughly pulling Elaine and Gelat from the wagon and swapping them out for Gwen the chocolate Labrador and Reelah the sheep. When everyone was settled, Yuki nodded, satisfied. "Alright, I'll take care of this lot. Send the other wagon to the Western market; look for a goat named Manu, she'll get you squared away." As a cluster of raiders and the other wagon bearing the rest of the prisoners turned and exited the main market square for their new destination, Yuki turned her head back to the delegation of auction workers lingering near the raised platform. Arin!" Yuki called to an iguana with a clipboard--he stood at attention. "Inventory, pricing, and distribution on these three wagons!" she directed, pointing at the carts full of loot and meat from the village.

"You got it, boss!" Arin called back, scurrying over to the wagons where Gin saw him meet with Keel the mountain lion. Arin began looking through the wagons and scribbling furiously on his clipboard while Yuki turned to Moshay again.

"Well, shall we get started?" she said.

Moshay bowed his head deferentially. "Lead on."

At Yuki's direction, the raiders who had accompanied and stayed with Gin's wagon pulled each prisoner out one at a time and steered them over to a beefy rat; Gin recognized him as the same rat who had been skinning Thaxen back at the village.

With swift precision, the rodent used his knife to strip each prisoner of whatever ripped garments they still wore; he then used the scraps to fashion a gag that was tied around their muzzles or stuffed into their mouths, and then a raider would lead a prisoner up the steps of the raised platform, where their wrists and ankles were chained to a post behind them. Gin watched as 10 women before him went through the assembly line of being routinely stripped of their clothes, gagged, and put on display--Kraft was the last woman before him. She dutifully let the oryx in charge of her guide her to the rat, who sliced through her nightshirt, revealing her voluminous breasts with nipples that were erect in the chilled air, her smooth, blue-furred belly, and her subtly curving hips; the cut fabric fluttered to the ground, where the rat quickly picked it up and began cannibalizing it into a gag. Kraft's tail twitched in agitation as her muzzle was tied shut, and then the oryx led her up to the stage while a boar--Gin realized with a nauseous start that it was the same boar who had raped and murdered Ayven--grabbed Gin's bound wrists and tugged him out of the cart.

Gin stumbled as the boar pulled him away from the last two women in the wagon, and the boar shoved him in front of the rat, who deftly cut off his nightshirt as if he was effortlessly flaying him back in the village. Gin desperately wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't cooperate, and before he knew it, the remnants of his nightshirt were tied around his muzzle. He was then being led up the steps of the platform, where he stood in front of the metal post next to Kraft's and shackles were locked around his ankles and wrists, preventing any possibility of escape.

When all 13 prisoners--now slaves for sale--were in position, Yuki unveiled a sign on the front of the stage advertising an upcoming auction, and inviting anyone in the market to come inspect the available wares. Over the next four hours, Gin, Kraft, and the 11 other women were scrutinized, surveyed, and objectified.

"I'd like that one, I think she'd be good for us," a tiger noble said to his wife as he pointed at Reelah.

An older zebra with low-hanging breasts, adorned with jewelry, and dressed in a flowing red dress and a gold shawl--the trappings of a brothel madam--tapped her chin as she contemplated Gin, more than likely considering whether he would be a good addition to her business.

A Scottish Terrier winked at Kraft and smiled, his bushy mustache rising as he playfully leered at her.

"I don't care which one, honestly, just as long as you don't fuck her," a buffalo told her husband dismissively as they strode along the front of the stage, stopping every few feet to look at the potential slaves.

An elephant scholar cocked his head as he closely ogled Fora; Gin thought his ears might be playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn he heard the elephant's stomach rumble as he stepped closer to the stage to get a better look at the hare.

Gin's legs and arms were aching from standing in one position for so long, especially after having spent all night in a cramped wagon. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then back again, trying his best not to slump over--as he glanced down the line on the stage, he could see that he wasn't the only one having problems. Kraft was bending her knees, trying to stay on her feet while stretching her sore legs; Reelah was rolling her shoulders and neck, trying not to hunch over.

The crowd grew in size as the morning went on--more and more shoppers (some of them alone, others as couples, or parents with their children) stayed put as the auction start time drew closer, until an audience of at least 150 (a good number of them prospective buyers, and even more of them simple spectators ready to watch the action) had gathered. Gin turned his head to the side as he noticed activity in his peripheral vision; a couple of extra carts were pulling up and setting up shop behind the stage, but he couldn't tell what they were doing exactly. He assumed they might be affiliated with the auction, but he couldn't be sure. However, when the city bell struck 10, Yuki finally stepped onto the stage, smiling widely at the crowd at her feet.

"Good morning my friends, I'm so glad to see you on such a lovely day at the Cambelien Eastern Market!" she called, drawing applause from the full market square. She slowly and theatrically paced back and forth on the stage as she continued, "We have quite a collection up for auction today, I can hardly believe our good fortune at having such lovely specimens for you! In fact, we lucked out with 13 slaves for sale! These are the finest slaves you'll find for miles today, fresh from a raid and ready to serve you--these are all first-time slaves, so they'll need a little training, but they have strong backs and legs, and they're used to a hard life with plenty of work. So, if you're an experienced owner with too many tasks to do, then these are the slaves for you!"

Yuki grinned at the cheers that rose from the crowd, then purposefully strolled down the line of slaves until she reached the first post, where Carmen, a squirrel, stood chained. "Now, I know you're all excited to start bidding, but before we get into the action, allow me to introduce what we have on offer for you today. I don't know what you're looking for specifically, but we have a wide range of slaves available. Perhaps you're looking for a fast worker?"

She stepped up next to Reelah and stroked her cloud-like fur. "Or something strong with a soft side? This fur would just be divine to cuddle with."

Yuki continued onto Verbena, a slender bandicoot. "Or would you like to have this lovely face working in your kitchen?"

Onto Fora. "Or what about a cutie like this? Men, I'm sure you have some ideas for her."

The crowd chuckled as Yuki stepped up next to Maris, a civet. "If you're in the market for someone industrious, this might be the slave for you."

Then Selene, a bison. "Alternatively, if you just need some basic, menial labor, you can't go wrong with a girl like this."

Onto Gwen. "If you take this slave home, she'll be loyal to you for as long as you need her."

Yuki circled around Zina, a lynx. "Perhaps if you need a slave with a certain intelligence, I can't think of a better choice than this one."

She stood next to Darcy, a red fox. "And if you need more of the quiet type, then look no further!"

Yuki approached Kraft and seductively rubbed the feline's sides as she addressed the crowd. "Of course, I know some of you might want something soft and supple, like this slave--she might be dainty little thing, but she can keep your bed nice and warm."

She at last stepped next to Gin. "Now, this is a rare opportunity--we have a herm who provides the best of both worlds and can satisfy any of your needs."

A few "ooohs" and "aaahs" arose from the crowd while Yuki patted Gin's shoulder and then continued onward to Birgit, a coyote. "Our last two slaves are all woman, just like the rest--this one can be quite obedient with the right training."

Finally, Yuki stood next to Tully, a red panda. "And mothers, if you need someone who's good with children, this is your girl."

Yuki clapped her hands, sighed, and then continued, "That's all we have on offer for today! Before we start, here's how everything will work: We'll begin with our first slave down here," Yuki said as she strode back to stand next to Carmen, who shook in her chains. "And we'll work our way down the line. Once a slave has been bought, there will be no revisiting that slave--all sales are final, and only bid if you have the money for it! The bidding for all slaves will start at 20 Gilden and there's a minimum increase of 10. However, if you want to only buy a piece of a slave"--Yuki reached for Carmen's bushy tail and held it up for the crowd to see--"for instance, an arm or a tail, then part bidding will start at 5 Gilden, with a minimum increase of 5."

Gin's stomach flipped at the prospect of having any piece of himself chopped off for someone to purchase, and he glanced with wide eyes at Kraft, who stared back at him, clearly shocked at what she was hearing, too.

"If a part of a slave has been sold, the bids for the remaining slave will start at 10 Gilden, with a minimum increase of 10," Yuki continued as she released Carmen's tail; the shivering squirrel tucked her tail tightly against her legs, as if trying to hide the fact that she had a tail at all. "We'll start with part bidding first for each slave--once done, we'll move on to whole slave bidding."

Yuki took a deep breath, paused, and smiled. "I know that was a lot, any questions before we begin?"

The crowd remained silent apart from the general hum of hushed conversations taking place around the market square.

"Alright, then let's get started!" Yuki said excitedly. "For slave number 1, any parts wanted?"

Nobody raised a hand.

"Going once...twice...no parts sold for slave number 1!" Yuki stepped up next to Reelah. "For slave number 2, any parts wanted?"

There were no bids for any slave parts until Yuki approached Darcy. "Slave number 9, any parts wanted?"

"Tail!" a wolf noble in orange called out.

Gin could hear Darcy squeak faintly through her gag.

"Tail starting at 5 Gilden, do I hear 10?" Yuki took up.

A cougar raised her hand.

"10 Gilden, do I hear 15? 15 Gilden?"

The wolf raised his hand.

"15 Gilden, do I hear 20?"

Nobody raised a hand.

"15 Gilden going once...twice...tail sold for 15 Gilden to the gentleman in orange!" Yuki called, pointing at the wolf noble--the crowd politely clapped while Darcy's knees knocked together.

Out of the remaining slaves, the only other one who went up for a parts auction was...Gin himself.

"Slave number 11, any parts wanted?" Yuki called to the crowd.

"Cock and balls!" a tall horse replied--Gin's eyes widened and his stomach sank while a mix of chuckles and groans rose from the crowd. Gin looked at the potential bidder and saw that the horse wore a thin tunic, a loincloth, and a green ranger's cloak, while a large, feral lion sat obediently by his side.

"I've got cock and balls for 5 Gilden, do I hear 10?" Yuki prompted.

"20!" a shirtless brown bear wearing a leather blacksmith's apron responded.

"20 Gilden, do I hear 25?"

"35!" the ranger called back.

"35 Gilden, do I hear 40? 40 Gilden?"

Gin couldn't believe what he was hearing--was he really going to lose his cock and balls in a bidding war he had no control over? The bear blacksmith dithered for a moment, then raised a meaty paw, and Gin could feel his chances at staying intact grow slimmer and slimmer with each passing second.

"40 Gilden, do I hear 45?" Yuki asked, looking at the ranger. "45 Gilden?"

"50!" the horse answered.

"50 Gilden, do I hear 55?"

The bear kept his hands by his sides.

"Going once...twice...cock and balls sold to the ranger for 50 Gilden! Congratulations!" Yuki called to the horse.

Gin was in a state of shock, he didn't hear the end of the parts auction or Yuki's instructions for the auction winners to submit their payment; nor did he put up a struggle when a couple of auction workers unchained him and led him to the side of the stage, where he and Darcy were forced to descend the stairs and walk around to the rear side of the platform. There, he saw two wagons that had been set up: one of them was a jeweler's wagon, while the other was a butcher's.

Gin faintly let himself be led to the second wagon, where he saw that the butcher was a thickset alligator who wore a white (albeit bloodstained) apron and was thumbing a large meat cleaver that had green, glowing runes etched into the wide blade. The alligator leered at Gin and Darcy as they approached, then smirked, "Alright, let's get to it. Who's first?"

When neither of them volunteered, the reptile chuckled, "Yeah, I figured--let's go in buying order, then. That means you, pretty thing." He motioned with a finger to beckon Darcy forward.

The auction workers forced Darcy to turn around and back up to the butcher block tabletop that the alligator had set up. Darcy squirmed in her restraints and against the auction workers holding her, but the alligator grasped her tail close to the base and manfully hauled her backwards until her ass was parked right against the wood. The fox strained hard, but she didn't budge an inch.

"Now don't you worry, this won't hurt a bit," the alligator said easily.

With no fuss at all, the butcher raised his cleaver and swung it down, cleanly chopping through the base of Darcy's tail and thudding his knife against the tabletop. Darcy squealed, but only in shock and surprise--her bushy, red and white-tipped tail sat limply on the butcher block, and all that was left on Darcy's backside was a clean, furred-over stump; it was as if months of healing had occurred in only a second.

"No pain at all. That's going to look real nice hanging on a wall," the gator said, tossing the tail to a leopard auction worker who was standing nearby. The leopard ferried the tail away while the two workers in charge of Darcy marched the dumbstruck and tailless fox back onto the stage, and the alligator's eyes settled on Gin. "You're next!"

And just like that, it was Gin's turn. He had enough presence of mind to dig his feet in and brace himself against the ground, but the auction workers were too strong for him, and in moments his pelvis pushed up against the wooden tabletop; the auction workers held firm against his back, keeping his hips rolled forward. Meanwhile, the butcher hummed to himself as he gently hefted Gin's low-swinging balls in his hand; he fondled them, lightly tugging and cupping them, and Gin felt a growing warmth and pressure in his groin. The maned wolf gasped when he saw the dark red tip of his cock begin to emerge from his sheath, and in seconds it swelled out until he was completely erect. He grimaced and shuddered as his knot inflated and forcefully popped past the tight rim of his sheath, and he looked at the alligator in surprise and confusion.

The butcher grinned toothily. "Just some low-grade sorcery, pup. You have no idea how many castrations I've had to do for these auctions, and it's always easier to do it when the slave's got a stiffy."

Before Gin could even try making some muffled protest, the barrel-like alligator grasped the maned wolf's knot, sheath, and neck of his scrotum in his hand, and pulled forward, forcing Gin to take a small step toward him so his waist was over the cutting block. The butcher raised his meat cleaver, and Gin quickly squeezed his eyes shut when he saw the alligator start swinging downward.

Gin felt the knife lightly scrape past his groin--as if the alligator was just shaving it--and he heard the heavy thunk of the blade hitting wood, but there was no pain; instead, Gin simply felt the absence of his genitals. They were there--he'd felt the tension of the butcher pulling on him with his scaly hand--and then they'd been suddenly and smoothly severed with no trouble at all and he stumbled back. There was just an overwhelming sense of nothingness.

He tentatively opened his eyes and saw that where his sheath, cock, and balls had once hung, there was now just a smooth, furred mound, leaving him with only his vagina. Flabbergasted, Gin looked down further to see his male genitals--all together as one package, with his cock still erect--laying on the butch block table top. Just like that, he didn't have a dick anymore, his balls were gone, and he'd never shoot another load of sperm in his life.

It took everything he had to not vomit in his gagged mouth from the horror, and he choked out a dry sob as the alligator dispassionately scooped up his cutoffs.

"Got some good weight there," the butcher observed as he handed Gin's cock and balls to another leopard auction worker; the leopard took them away while the other auction workers escorted Gin back to the stage without even giving him a second to recover.

When he was back on the stage and chained to his post again, Gin paid no attention to Yuki, who had started the auction afresh for whole slaves this time--Carmen, Reelah, Verbena, and Fora had already been sold off, and now there was a bidding war going on for Maris. Instead, he simply slumped in his chains, searching the crowd. In his peripheral vision, Gin saw Kraft steal a petrified glance at him, clearly horrified by his smooth nether regions. He was too shocked and too focused on searching to return his friend's look, to signal that he was okay. His eyes darted from buyer to buyer until...

There, at the edge of the market square.

The horse ranger and his pet lion had retreated from the crowd, and Gin's gaze locked onto the two of them as they paused. His eyes wide with anger and confusion, Gin watched the ranger nonchalantly play with his cock and balls for a moment. The horse gently threw them up in the air before catching them to test their heft, he flicked the red, erect, bulbous penis with his thick fingers and watched it bob back and forth, and he pinched the elongated, bull-like testicles still in their gray-furred sack.

As Gin mutely heard the bidding war over Maris finish and a new auction start for Selene, he saw the ranger squeeze his purchase one last time before casually tossing it toward his lion; he lobbed it by the balls, sending the cock spiraling through the air in an arc. The large feral feline caught the whole package in his mouth and immediately began to chew--Gin's stomach turned at the imagined sensation of his cock and testicles being shredded by the lion's sharp teeth. He didn't even want to think about how quickly his cock had been torn apart by the incisors and carnassials, or how fast his balls had been reduced to a pulpy mess on the wide tongue. In the lion's muzzle, his genitals were nothing more than a small snack--a mere treat--and soon the lion swallowed his food and licked his chops while the ranger rubbed his head affectionately...then they both strode away from the market.

Gin hung his head, utterly defeated and hopeless. In his despair, he hardly paid any attention to the auction happening before him, not until his ears pricked at Yuki calling, "Next up, slave number 10, our feisty feline!"

Gin looked up and over at Kraft--Yuki stood next to the nude cat with a raised hand, garnering interest. "Do I have 20 Gilden?"

A warthog raised his hand.

"20 Gilden to the man in blue, do I have 30?"

The zebra brothel owner in the red dress raised her hand.

"30 to the lady in red, do I have 40? 40 Gilden?"

A mongoose raised her hand.

"40 to the lady in green, do I have 50 Gilden?"

The warthog raised his hand again.

"50 to the man in blue--"

"70!" the zebra immediately called, her deep voice booming over the crowd.

"70 Gilden!" Yuki confirmed excitedly. "Do I have 80?"

Both the mongoose and the warthog shook their heads.

"Going once...twice...sold to the lovely lady in red for 70 Gilden!" Yuki called over the crowd's applause. Gin watched as a couple of auction workers unchained Kraft from her post and led the wide-eyed cat to the holding area on the far side of the stage. Meanwhile, the arctic fox stepped up next to Gin himself and rested a hand on his shoulder. She smiled joyfully at him before addressing the audience. "Our next slave has had a part sold off, so we'll start the bidding at 10 Gilden for this newly-made maiden. Do I have 10 Gilden?"

The brown bear blacksmith who had bid on Gin's cock and balls earlier raised a meaty hand.

"10 Gilden, do I have 20?"

A well-dressed alpaca raised her hand daintily.

"20 Gilden, do I have 30?"

"40!" the bear called.

"50!" the alpaca responded.

"65!" the bear said forcefully.

"75!"

"90!"

Both Gin and Yuki glanced back and forth between the two bidders; dread grew in the pit of Gin's stomach while Yuki watched the exchange gleefully. Before the alpaca could respond, Yuki jumped in. "100 Gilden!"

Gin--and the rest of the crowd--stared at the arctic fox who had just bid on him.

"Well, what's a good slave auctioneer without a slave of her own?" Yuki chuckled. She looked cheekily at Gin and patronizingly patted the side of his face. "There are no rules preventing me from getting in on the action, and I think you'd do very nicely for me."

"120!" the alpaca called from the crowd.

The bear blacksmith threw up his hands and shook his head, clearly beaten.

"130!" Yuki retorted. "Do I hear 140?"

A Greyhound noble raised his hand.

"I have 140, do I have 150?" Yuki called.

The alpaca waved with an extra flourish.

"150, 160, do I have 170?"

"175!" the Greyhound called.

"185!" Yuki called back, her fingers clenching possessively around Gin's forearm. "Do I have 195?"

The alpaca pursed her lips, but she sullenly folded her arms and shook her head, pouting, while the Greyhound shrugged dismissively..

"195...going once...twice...sold! For 185 Gilden to the fancy fox with a new toy!" Yuki beamed; she looked up happily at Gin as the rest of the crowd clapped and laughed at her antics. "We're going to have ourselves a good time, I promise," she muttered to Gin before she flounced off to stand next to Birgit and addressed her audience again. "Now, next up is slave number 12, and I promise I won't bid on this one! Starting at 20 Gilden, do I have 20..."

Gin stopped paying attention as his heart sank--he had no clue what this arctic fox's idea of a "good time" entailed, but he had a strong feeling he wouldn't enjoy it one bit. Hopefully it would just be simple service for her; surely she'd just need someone to bring her drinks, clean her parlor, and provide some basic entertainment? Hopefully not someone to forcefully sodomize or whip in her basement....

Then again, as the auction workers unchained him and led him over to the holding area, Gin reflected on the fact that he could have it worse; working in a whorehouse like Kraft sounded even less appealing to the maned wolf. As he was led to stand next to his friend, he glanced sympathetically at Kraft, who hung her head and heaved a sigh through her gag. He reached for her hand and gently squeezed, trying to offer some small comfort before they were separated.

The rest of the auction passed in a blur for Gin, and soon Yuki was concluding the event with instructions for payment, paperwork, and picking up their purchases for the auction winners. Meanwhile, Gin, Kraft, and the rest of the newly bought slaves were taken off the stage and lined up one by one in front of the jeweler's cart behind the platform--Gin saw that the alligator butcher had already packed up his wagon and moved on, leaving just the jeweler and the remaining delegation of auction workers.

Gin watched as his fellow slaves were brought forward one at a time to the jeweler--a panther wearing a purple robe and sitting on a stool next to his wagon--who bade each woman to spread her legs. From his position further back in the line, Gin couldn't quite see what the panther was doing, but by the time Fora met the jeweler and Gin had seen the pattern of a startled jump and subsequent hunching over in pain, he realized that everyone was getting a piercing or a tag of some kind in their nether regions. After each slave received their piercing, they were led away by the auction workers and the line moved forward. Gin waited nervously behind Kraft, who at last stepped forward when it was her turn.

"Legs apart," the panther said in a bored tone--from right behind Kraft, Gin could get a clear view of the clamps the jeweler held in one hand and the thick needle he held in the other.

Reluctantly, Kraft did as she was told and spread her legs, opening up wider than her hips. Gin looked over Kraft's shoulder to see the panther reach forward and dexterously use his fingers to spread the upper region of her labia apart. He saw Kraft wince as the panther positioned the clamps just under the fold of her clitoral hood; then she grimaced and stiffened, hyperventilating through her gag, when the panther pinched tightly on the large, sensitive pearl of her clitoris. The jeweler ignored Kraft's reaction, instead focusing on his work--he pulled on the clamps, drawing out her clit by a few centimeters, and then held up the long, thick needle in his other hand so the point rested against the tense bulb of tissue.

Then he pushed, and the sharp tip of the needle disappeared into Kraft's clitoris.

"Mmm!" Kraft grunted through her gag.

She jumped, arching her neck and back in agony as the pointed needle sank in like a dart going into a plump cherry. The panther kept shoving the needle sideways through Kraft's clitoris, violating her warm, intimate flesh with the cold metal until it finally popped through on the other side, the sharp point shearing through the fleshy surface as it emerged. The panther slid the needle up to its midpoint before he stopped, and Kraft panted hard through her gag as the panther released his hold on the piercing tool; it was lodged in her exposed clitoris like a spear sticking through a suspended melon. Gin watched the panther--still squeezing the base of Kraft's clit with his clamps--use his now free hand to form a fist, and the needle piercing Kraft glowed purple and smoothly bowed in on itself to form a thick ring. Kraft hunched over herself as if she'd been punched in the gut, and when the purple glow faded, the metal ring hooked into Kraft's clitoris was now adorned with a slim metal tag, and Gin watched the jeweler release his grip with the clamps, causing Kraft to stagger.

"Next," he said.

The auction workers on either side of the cat led her away--she didn't even have time for a backwards glance at Gin as the workers frog-marched her back around to the other side of the platform, where she disappeared...Gin felt his throat close as he tried not to think about the fact that he would very likely never see his friend again.

"Alright, come on," the panther intoned, bringing Gin back to the present.

Gin shakily stepped forward with the auction workers next to him, and he watched the panther pick up a new needle from his cart.

"Legs apart."

His legs were shivering from nerves too much, and Gin couldn't move on his own--the auction workers took the initiative and forced his knees and feet apart to a wide stance. The panther hunched down on his stool for a better look at Gin's groin. "Oh yeah, guess you'd be lower down, considering what you used to have," he muttered as his gaze fell on Gin's vaginal lips between his legs.

Without another word, the panther--armed with his clamps and needle--reached forward and under Gin's groin, where he used his knuckles to spread apart the maned wolf's labia, exposing his warm, moist pussy to the chilly open air. Gin shivered, then grunted when he felt the cold clamps press in and alight on his clitoris. His stomach tightened when he felt the metal ridges dig into his sensitive flesh, and Gin clenched his jaw when the panther harshly yanked the delicate orb of tissue outward.

With his free hand, the panther efficiently lined up the tip of the needle with Gin's clit and sank it in.

"Hmmff!" Gin groaned through his gag, and he jumped and doubled over in pain; the piercing stung like a hundred wasps.

Just like he had with Kraft and all the other women before him, the jeweler ignored Gin's reaction and simply let go of the long needle; he closed his fist around the empty air, and the metal piercing Gin's clitoris glowed purple. Gin winced as he felt the heat from the needle stuck in him--it burned like a pinprick branding iron, and he huffed through the agony before it cooled again and bent into a perfect circle with a small, thin tag hanging from it. The panther released his clamp's grip on Gin's clitoris, then sat back on his stool. "Next."

Gin hobbled in step with the auction workers who led him away from the jeweler; he caught his breath and was soon walking normally again as they rounded the other side of the raised platform, it was as if the piercing in his clitoris had been there for years instead of mere moments. And somehow, he knew that he would never be able to remove it.

Soon the three of them walked around the far side of the stage to where the crowd had gathered; there, Gin saw Yuki and her iguana assistant Arin.

"Aw, there you are!" Yuki squealed excitedly. Gone was the no-nonsense auctioneer who had met Moshay before the start of the market--instead, Gin saw an enthusiastic fox who was very pleased with her new purchase. "Arin, if you'd be so kind," she said, gesturing at the iguana.

Arin offered the clipboard and a fountain pen for his boss, who scrawled her name on the parchment certificate while the auction workers stationed Gin next to Yuki. When the arctic fox finished signing, Arin took back the pen and clipboard while Yuki produced a silver chain leash from one of her sleeves. Yuki then reached with the end of the leash for Gin's new clitoris piercing and deftly clipped the lead to the metal ring.

"Now then, I suppose one thing I need to do for you is come up with a good name--after all, we can't go around using your old one, that just won't do at all," Yuki said thoughtfully as she contemplated Gin. She shrugged, then continued happily, "Finding a new one might take a while, but in the meantime I'll have plenty of work to keep you busy!"

Yuki tugged on the leash, and Gin felt the pull on his clitoris, making him take a hesitant step toward his new owner.