ROME
The crowd cheered even louder at the brutal display. The sight of blood and tortured slaves seemed to heighten their lust as some of the men pushed some of the naked female servers against the iron fence and fucked them right there. Some even went after the male slaves and Rome had to fight to control his anger at the blatant disregard for those innocent people’s rights.
The slavers came in almost immediately and pulled out the dead slaves from the cage, sending in a new set of slaves in less than a minute. Bets were placed with the slavers in blue standing before the cage, one counting the money and the other handing out betting slips.
Rome’s jaw felt sore from how hard he’d been clenching his teeth all night. His hands clenched tight as he fought back the urge to strangle someone.
How could all of this happening right under his nose?
The red cloud of rage that had blurred his vision receded when a whiff of rose fragrance brushed his nose and a feather light caress brushed across his clenched fist. Rome turned to see Elora standing just behind him sending a worried look at his hand.
“Your hand.” She mouthed, discreetly pointing to his tightly clenched fists.
He looked down to see a small rivulet of blood trickling down his hand. He had clenched his fists so tightly that his nails had cut his palm open.
He signaled to one of the servers to hand him a napkin which he used to wipe the excess blood off his hand. The wound would heal soon.
His eyes went back to Elora, who had resumed the position of the demure sex slave. She was still wearing her travelling cloak so he hadn’t seen what the stylists had dressed her in yet. Her posture gave away the fact that she was frightened.
The electrifying burst of her touch still flowed through him, lending him the strength he didn’t know he needed. Creases formed in his forehead as he frowned, confusion at how his body responded to her filling his mind.
“A new set of untouched lilies. Pay up! Pay up! Fifty Incas till you come.” A voice called near the stage that drew his attention back to the party happening around them.
It was the voice of one of the slavers that had been standing before the other stage. New girls had been brought to the stage and some of them didn’t look older than fifteen. There was a mad rush to partake in the festivities.
Rome moved towards the left side of the cave, towards the stage with the women and was met with the disgusting sight of the slave women being penetrated from both ends by heaving werewolves. Their hands were still cuffed to the poles, their mouths and their cunts, full and bulging with cocks of the men.
The men thrusted violently and if the woman tired out or seemed to be holding back, they whipped them hard enough to leave scars. Each woman had painful looking bruises or an open wound gaping from some part of her body.
As Rome watched, one of the girls fell to the ground unmoving and in an instant, a new girl was brought in from the left side of the cave to replace her.
His trained eyes followed the guards as they carried the unconscious girl back, noticing the hidden nook where they could be hiding more slaves.
“Stay here.” He said to the servers who had been tasked with providing what he needed, “I’ll call for you if I need you.”
Rome knew they doubled both as waiters and spies and would probably go and report the strange man who had just wandered the room, not even drinking anything.
He turned his attention to the other parts of the auction house, pushing through the throng of naked slaves and guests who kept touching them. He wanted to get a full grasp of the place his guards would soon invade if all went well.
He pulled Elora along with him, until they had escaped the crowd and found the small tents lining the cave walls. The cave extended deeper underground, each section larger than the former. The ceiling extended high enough that it would take about three Lycan’s standing atop each other to touch it.
The different sections of the cave seemed to have different forms of activities for the parties’ guests and makeshift rooms had been set up in each one, covered with drapes fit for a King’s palace. Some of these sections seemed exclusive.
The slavers had brought the girl that had fainted into one of these sections. It hadn’t taken long to find out which. Just before one of the tent-like structures, Rome found more naked girls sitting on the floor of the cave, some weeping and others huddled around the girl who had just been brought in.
Their hands were chained together and as they tried to resuscitate the girl who had fainted, their chains jangled together. They paused the moment they noticed Rome watching them, their eyes wide with fear as they watched him.
“Hey. You’re not supposed to be here!” Someone called from behind them, startling Rome.
They turned to see one of the slavers approaching them with a gun in hand, his frown switching to a smile when he took in Rome’s expensive clothes and identified him as a guest.
“Are you waiting for the private auction?” He asked grinning, giving them a full view of his yellow teeth.
“Yes, I am. I ‘ear your collection is the best in all of Bale.” Rome smiled back, “Would you be so kind as to show me the way? I’ll make your service worth the time.”
The man smiled widely as Rome tossed him a gold coin and led him to the large tent a little distance from where the naked girls sat. The man stopped them outside the tent and waved at Elora.
“She can’t come in with her cloak.” He told them, “We have to be careful, you know? We’ve had some Blackfoot spies try to smuggle weapons in here. We can’t take any chances again.”
Rome nodded to Elora who obeyed, moving her hand to the ties of her cloak. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the dress she had been hiding underneath, a flood of lust rushing through him as his member stood in awe of her.
She had been wrapped in a dress that should be more accurately called a slip of material. It covered little of her full breast leaving him with more than eye full of cleavage and hugged her small waist, running only a short distance to stop above mid-thigh.
His eyes roamed over her figure like an untried lad seeing his first naked woman forgetting he wasn’t supposed to act like he had never seen her naked.
He fought to contain his growl when the slaver stepped closer to her, whistling.
“You’ve got a fine piece of flesh here.” The bastard commented, “A very fine piece of flesh.”
Rome shrugged even though everything in his body wanted him to push her against the wall and explore her soft curves with his tongue.
This woman was a temptation he knew he shouldn’t give into but the universe wasn’t exactly playing fair when she looked as beautiful as his wildest fantasies.
“Come on. The fun’s about to start.” The wolf smiled, opening the flap of the tent.
Rome, grateful for the timely distraction, turned away and walked into the large tent full of more naked slaves, pushing all thoughts of the sinfully dressed Elora out of his mind. His eyes widened as he realized they had just entered the cruelest part of the auction house.
The first few girls to be auctioned were standing beside a long table waiting their turn to be examined. The clients pointed out the female slaves they wanted and had them brought to a table set up for them, forcing their cocks or fingers into the screaming girls as they examined if the claims of them being untouched were true.
Some of them bled as the men penetrated them, their screams meeting uncaring ears. The ones waiting to be examined shook on the spot. Some even looked resigned to their fate. Disobedience would only result in them being killed by the slavers.
It was hell.