The Auction Feast: Chapter 1, First Item on Our List!

The wooden platform creaked as I made my way across it, my eyes cast down in fear to look out on the bustling tavern hall. The soft, pink skin of my wrists was already raw beneath my chains, even though I had only worn them for a few hours.

“Now, patrons all, please settle down. We move from the mundane items of furs and smithwork, to tonight’s highlights.” An all too familiar and irritating voice rang out through the firelit room. Robblar, the chief merchant among our goblin captors, had been our constant caretaker during the last few, arduous weeks. 

And not a particularly kind one. 

“Freshly caught slaves, from our campaign across the northern forests of Avundar and Lyorel, stand here before you today. Each one a prime example of youthful beauty, pure and unspoiled.” Chatter died out amongst the patrons as the green-skinned beast made his announcement.

I swallowed at Robblar’s words. It was true that I had never been with a man -not yet at least- and my heart skipped a beat at the growing suspicion of why we were here. I had heard vivid tales of markets like these, where young women were sold as slaves to wealthy princes and other powerful men. 

I shuddered as I felt a chill move through my spine, and tears were threatening to break loose. On my left stood three other girls that I had traveled with, or perhaps ‘been transported with’ was a better way of putting it, as we only rarely had gotten to stretch their legs outside of their cages.

“I can, of course, tell that you are all anxious to get started with the bidding. Let me just remind everyone that if you wish to enjoy your prize in the tavern, you are responsible for subduing and containing them. We do not wish a repeat of last season’s issues.” Robblar’s words was immediately followed by raucous laughter, merry conversations and a general din of tavern noises.

What does he mean… ‘enjoy your prize in the tavern’? Are they going to… take us… right here, in front of everyone? My head spun. And at some point, tears had started streaming down my bright red cheeks. I pulled at my green, rough-spun, wool tunic, trying to cover a bit of my long, well-toned legs. I didn’t want them looking at my body. 

Lusting after me.

Boys back in the village had always pursued me, and let me know in no uncertain terms about the things that made me desirable. Though I didn’t quite understand why, I was apparently one of the most beautiful girls the village had ever seen. My long, golden blonde hair, and tight, athletic body made every single guy I ever met drool and stumble over their own words. I always found it cute and a bit funny when they did. Though some of the less polite boys I had met also hinted that it was her large breasts that were her best feature.

“First item on our list!” The merchant goblin’s raspy voice broke through my reverie. I cautiously peeked over at where Robblar was pointing at the girl on the far left, where a young woman named S’aani stood trembling like a leaf. 

With auburn hair, pale, freckled skin and below average height, she might as well have been a girl from my own village, in the mountains of Sandwall. But I knew from talking to her that she was from somewhere a bit further north. The girl’s face was even paler than usual, as she stared into the tavern crowd with wide, teary eyes.

 “Captured in Broken Spear territory, this maiden has only recently come of age. And is especially noteworthy due to her unusually petite size. Northern maidens, as you can see in our other specimen, are usually more muscled.” The goblin waved a hand, indicating one of the other girls in line, who I believed to be from the same area as S’aani. “Should we perhaps start the bidding at three hundred silvers for this sweet thing?” 

As soon as the words left the goblin’s mouth, patrons started yelling, fighting to be heard over one another. Their gruff voices sounded crude to my ears.

“Three-hundred-and-twenty!” “Three-twenty-five.” “I’ll have her for three-hundred-and-forty!” “Three-seventy-five silver coins!” The price kept going up steadily, and S’aani just stood through all of it, with shaking legs.

“We have a bid for four-hundred-and-fifty-five silvers. Anyone else? Going once… twice… Sold!” Robblar smashed his wooden staff into the podium floor with a loud bang, startling most of the girls, S’aani included.

“Wh… what’s… happening?” Her soft voice was barely audible over the laughter and cheering. The rough, goblin hands of her guards started to drag the small girl off the podium, while at the same time removing her shackles.

 She tenderly rubbed her sore wrists as she was led down into the crowd. My eyes had been following S’aani, and I caught a glimpse of the patrons whom I had resolved not to look at. 
The firelight made them seem strange, almost inhuman. 

I raised my head, curiosity taking over, and my jaw dropped.

Wide-chested, muscled orcs and tall lizardmen populated the tavern. An ogre sat on his haunches at the back, a head and shoulders taller than everyone else. There were robust hobgoblins around a nearby table, and a few creatures whom I couldn’t have named even had I wanted to. My eyes went wide as sudden movement in one of the corners revealed a large serpentine being. It’s body that of a coiling, overgrown snake, and from the mid-section and up; The torso of a beautiful woman sat hidden in shadow. 

I just stared, my hands shaking.

They’re selling us to monsters… Something froze inside me as I stood staring in shock, trying to will myself to breathe.

S’aani’s escorts stopped, placing the slim, freckled girl in front of her apparent buyer. 
Three green-skinned orcs sat around a table, each of them staring at S’aani who looked too scared to run. The middle one, who looked to be in charge -a heavy specimen- with huge, muscled arms covered in scars, and a thick suit of chain mail that strained across his wide gut. 

He gave the girl a grin, showing rows of uneven teeth and tusks behind his lips. His face seemed almost a mixture between the features of a man and the snout of some beast.

“She’s perfect!” The savage orc slapped one of his comrades on the back and stood, eagerly starting to remove his chain mail, handing it to one of the other orcs. Was he stripping down to have his way with S’aani? I didn’t want to look, but couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away. “I have slayed many a foe this last few days. A treat like this is certainly going to be a welcome one.” 

Strands of clear slobber ran from his mouth as he spoke, and he moved in to grab S’aani. She flinched at his touch. In an instant she had torn her arm free and turned to run, making it only as far as a couple of steps before the orc grabbed her once more, pulling her back to the round, wooden table.

The orc’s hand easily circled S’aani’s arm, and he towered above her. Being as small as she was, the orc was about twice her height, and he held her secure in an iron grip.
“Nnnno! Let go of me! It hurts!” The girl flailed and writhed between sobbing cries, trying to get loose. “I… I don’t…want to!”

“You don’t want to what, little girl?” The orc asked as he sat back down on his wooden stool, his beastly face lit up with something similar to a bemused smile.

“Just… I don’t want to… I’m a… virgin.” The last few words left her as a barely audible whisper. The orcs, and several other nearby patrons burst into laughter. Several of them sharing looks and smiles.

“Hum, yes. If you were a bit bigger, I might have done something about that.” The orc said with a vicious grin. S’aani looked visibly confused, stopping her sobbing as she looked back and forth between them. “But I already have whores, both human and otherwise, to take care of my cock. You, little morsel, are going to sate a different need entirely.”

“What do you-” S’aani didn’t have time to finish her question before the orc grabbed her by her tiny waist and lifted her up on the table, smiling and slobbering as he bent over the wailing, young girl. Her wool dress put up a token resistance as he tore it off her lithe frame. I gasped as the girl was left entirely naked on the table, her knees red and firm tits bouncing as she tried reaching for the quickly disappearing garment.

“Aaaah!” S’aani screamed. “…you said you wouldn’t!” The orc pulled her closer by one leg, stroking her smooth calves and feet, before bending down to lick her. She screamed once more as his huge, slimy tongue searched between her tiny, pink toes, leaving them dripping wet. He grabbed her naked waist once more, this time with one hand, while the other grasped around both her ankles. 

Her legs locked together as he lifted her into the air, continuing to play with her feet with his tongue.

What is he… ? Is he…? My blood froze as S’aani’s situation dawned on me. Is he going to… eat her… ?

As S’aani’s feet started to slip in between the orcs massive lips, she was apparently coming to a similar conclusion.

“N… No! No, nonono!” She screamed, now fully trying to wrest herself out of the orcs grip, without even a hint of success. Inch by inch her feet disappeared into the orcish mouth, until his lips met her calves. A protrusion could be seen on the orc’s throat as her feet filled it. “Please! I can do anything you want! Please, please, p..pl… pleeease don’t! No! NonoNONO!”

Thick slime covered the lower end of her legs and thighs as it sputtered from the wide-set mouth. The orc shifted his grip, moving his hand upwards as more and more of her legs slid in with a wet, squishy sound. His throat pulsed. Muscles moved to press her downwards further and further, and his hands worked to straighten her body out as she tried bending her knees to make herself bigger. 

His tongue flicked upwards, lubing up her knees, before giving her a shove that sent her sliding past them and all the way to her mid-thighs. 

She was panicking. 

Heaving sobs and desperate crying mixed with screams of pure fear. She tried hitting the orc as best she could, but was quickly held back with one powerful hand that strung her arms above her head. Streaks of tears painted her entire bright-red face and a bubble of snot had formed on one nostril. 

She gasped for air between crying.

Me, and the rest of the girls, fared little better. 

Each of them, save one, were crying and shaking. Staring at the horrid scene that unfolded before them. One raven-locked girl with an exotic-looking tan was standing in a puddle of her own urine, and goblins appeared immediately with a bucket of water to wash her down. The only one who seemed unfazed was the other northern girl. Her hair a brighter red than S’aani, skin just as pale, but with a stature that almost rivaled the orcs. Her body was slim, yet packed with muscle, and she stood several heads taller than any of us. 

Her face showed no fear, but was contorted in anger as she pulled her chains taut.

S’aani’s thighs and hips, though thin from youth, was in the process of developing to resemble a womanly figure, and the orc was having some trouble. Pressing her down seemed to go nowhere, as his throat now bulged and his mouth was stretched as wide as it would go around her. Slowly, he pulled her back out, adding to the saliva around her legs with more spittle, before pushing her back down. 

His mouth stretched a bit more, and he twisted her back and forth. She started moving again. S’aani’s round, firm ass was suddenly pressed against the orc’s face, and even this started to move into the waiting gullet. It almost looked impossible. As stretched as the orc’s mouth was, it always seemed to find a way to work its way around the girl’s body. With sudden motion, the round bubble-butt popped in, adding to the deformed shape of the orc’s esophagus. 

She was sobbing intensely, crying out for help, and her eyes widened as she realized her biggest features had gone past the orc’s smallest point of entry. Now she hung from his mouth, suspended at her slim and toned waist.

“I… I can… feel… nononono… stomach! Uh… Uuuh! No! My feet are in his stomach!” Wet gurgling sounds escaped past S’aani’s body as her feet started going past the last ring of muscle that opened into the orc’s belly. She started going in faster, her own stomach sliding over the rugged, fat tongue, before stopping at her breasts. One hand started to caress her medium-sized pillows as the other held her arms, and her pert nipples were suddenly slick with saliva. 

Teeth nipped at S’aani’s tits before they too started going down. My teeth felt like they were about to shatter from clenching my jaw, as I stood and watched the orc’s throat begin to take on the shape of my friend’s tiny body. 

His gut moved as her legs were further and further inserted into it. She kicked and tried to get traction on his slippery insides. Before I knew it, the only parts I could see were S’aani’s arms, head and shoulders, crying, blubbering and writhing.

She’s being swallowed alive… Oh gods… she’s about to be that orc’s food. I… I don’t want to die… I felt like I was about to pass out from hyperventilating.

The brutish orc pulled S’aani back up, eliciting a gasp from the naked, slimed-down girl. He pinned back her arms so that they aligned with her body, and then quickly slid her back down.

The throat eagerly moving to accept its offering of struggling, unwilling girl meat. Before my eyes, S’aani’s shoulders popped past rings of muscle, reducing her to just a head, protruding from a gaping maw. Rivulets of spit ran from between the teeth that lined around her. Auburn hair was plastered to her face from all the slime, and her crimson skin was set in a mask of terror, with wide eyes and a small, pouting mouth that refused to cooperate. She couldn’t even scream anymore as she slowly slid further and further into the back of the orc’s mouth. 

Muscle pulsed and moved in an undulating way around her, as her chin dragged back across his tongue, with more and more of her head being enveloped by the first throat ring. 

She was breathing heavily, unwilling to accept her fate. Her entire body, except from the knees down were now visible as a tight, S’aani-shaped bulge on the orc’s throat. And with a final widening of her crystal-blue eyes, her cheeks were squished together as the throat ring slid over her face, pressing her cheeks together into a squished-up pout. 

She disappeared from view. Her entire body shifted down the long tract, slowly displacing the bulge, until her hips cleared the stomach opening. 

Suddenly, the entire shape moved in one slick motion, emptying out the throat, and S’aani was seemingly forced into a tight, curled up shape that strained the dark-green skin of the orc’s already huge gut. The u-shape of her body, with arms holding around her legs, was somewhat visible through his layers of fat and muscle. 

And as she moved and fought inside his stomach, muffled crying and sobbing screams still audible from inside, the orc let out a long, satisfied moan and a massive burp. His hands cradled his engorged stomach as he leaned back.

“That has got to be the tastiest northern bitchling I’ve had in my life!” Again, laughter and cheers filled the tavern, drowning out the sound of the three remaining, crying girls on the auction stage.