You admittedly pay little attention to the auction instead trying to find a way out of your cage. However while you were trying to squeeze your skinny body through the bars the gavel slammed down and you heard the elf say: “Sold!”
The orc woman opened up your cage, then quicker than you could even react to dodge out of the way latched a metal collar around your neck. Your thoughts become foggy and you calmed down. Admittedly after that you probably could have made a break for it, but why bother? This collar meant you now had a mistress serve. The orc hooked a chain onto you then pulled you off. You didn’t even feel like covering your genitals anymore, what was the point after all?
Your new mistress was a woman in her twenties with green skin and raven black hair. Her outfit looked like a cross between a slutty witch costume and a playboy bunny uniform, consisting of: a pointed witches hat, short black cape and staff, along with a strapless leotard, fishnet stockings and high heels. The witch looked you up and down then passed the orc a bag of coins before she gave your chain leash to the other green skinned woman.
Your mistress pulled you along her hips moving side to side, admittedly her ass was incredibly sexy, especially given how her outfit was riding up it and the way her stockings clung to those perfectly round cheeks. But for whatever reason you just couldn’t get aroused.
You came to a stop in the middle of a circle of rocks with symbols carved on them. The witch tapped a few of the symbols with her staff. Their was a flash, and suddenly you were no longer in the middle of a desert, but a beautiful forest clearing in what looked like the English county side. On a hill in the clearing was a cozy looking cobblestone house with smoke coming from the chimney. The witch stepped out of the stone circle and onto the gravel path, never loosing her balance despite still wearing heals. Your the gravel dug into your feet causing discomfort but you don’t complain.
The witch then turns to you and smirks.
“Let’s get this thing off you shall we?” The witch speaks before being pointing to the collar. Instantly it disintegrates into dust and your mind clears up. You feel a breeze run across your body, take in the full detail of the green skinned beauty before you, the rocks digging into your souls. It suddenly dawns on you you are out in the open in the middle of a field completely naked and standing in front of someone who is dressed like they belong in a Japanese videos game. You quickly cover your private parts again, trying to hide your boner and look for some form of cover.
The witch just begins cackling and whippes a tear from her eye.
“You have no reason to fear me mortal.” She says after she stops laughing at your expense.
‘W-w-wh- why di-?’ You try to stammer out the first of a million questions, however the witch interrupts you by pointing her staff at you.
“Because I prefer my slaves to have free will of their own.” She states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And make no mistake, just because I removed your collar you are still MY PROPERTY. I paid a hefty amount for you and expect a return on that investment in the future. Is. That. Clear?”
You nodded and she took her staff out of your face.
“Good, now then...” she circled you a few times mumbling “what to do?” Over and over again before finally stopping in front of you with a cry of: “Oh I know!”
Before you could ask she starts mumbling a spell before casting it directly at you...