Slave Market + Sanity Loss | High Aphro

Apr 30, 2011 16:56

It was like being back home again.

Noa knew this scene all too well: the blaring lights against her skin, the rope around her wrists, the jeers and cat-calls from the audience. How long had she been up there, naked and exposed? Long enough that she was practically bathed in cum, and definitely long enough for her protests to stop, instead turning to wordless crying, and long enough for even that to cease altogether.

Looking dazed, she didn't even twitch as the call for the next potential customer went up. While many had had their fun with a practice run, no one seemed to want to actually buy the girl.

"Unbranded female half-elf: light physical damage, pre-broken mentally!" Boomed the auctioneer. "Bidding starts at a bargain price of just fifty!"

Over his advertising, no one could hear Noa mumble something. Not that it mattered; a slave had nothing important to say anyway.

[OOC: Noa is on the brink of insanity, and she's been drugged to the gills with aphrodisiac. Up to you if you want to pull her back, or push her over the edge. Usual preferences apply: no scat, no heavy mutilation, no death.]

series: captive market

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