Nomia pov
“Halt!” Beta Nasir's shout wakes me and, as I return to consciousness, I realise the jostling of the cart has stopped.Nasir looks at me. He knows I can't get up on my own - my hands are bound behind me and my ankles are chafed by the shackles.Nasir simply removes the shackles. My arms are still tied on my back. Nasir grins, then throws me off the back of the cart face first. I feel my nose break.I can't look up from my facedown position on the floor. Feet appear just within my eye line and I'm hauled up by the rope around my wrists. The rheumy eyes of a middle aged man who's gotten old before his time stare back at me.“Well, she ain't much to start with” he grins, checking me all over “What's her story?” He turns to Nasir.“Background doesn’t matter” Nasir responds shortly. “We need to get rid - keep her a bit, feed her, clean her and sell her at the virgin auction.” he instructs.“Well she’s flat all round Nasir - except for those handle-like hip bones. I’ve got some tricks… but I can’t work miracles!” He looks at the ground, then back up at me He pulls my jaw down, using too much pressure on my chin. I feel the blood dribble from my mouth and nose. Manfred doesn’t seem to mind as he wedges his sausage like finger in my mouth and probes around.“Well. Not many teeth left” he shoots Nasir a glare “But she does have a tongue” he sniffs his assessment. “I guess I can do something with her”“Some men like a toothless bitch to suck them off.” Nasir responds cruelly. “Her mouth ain’t all that big but she’s pretty good at sucking cock.” he laughs.My humiliation is complete. Manfred still hasn’t removed his finger from my mouth and now they’re discussing my cock sucking prowess. I’ve never given anything sexual in my life - but plenty of guys have shoved their cocks in; sometimes I even had the cum of the first on my chin when the second rammed his cock in.I shudder and the movement causes the binds on my wrists to chafe further. It’s a miracle only my mouth was ever fucked.I hate that Manfred has noticed my shudder. I’m more than this! I’m more than my crooked nose, missing teeth and lack of gag reflex. I’m going to survive this and then I’m going to show Nasir how enjoyable having your mouth violated is.That voice said change was coming, so I say nothing when Nasir finally cuts the ropes binding my wrists. My arms drop, weakly, to my sides. I make no reaction - if they think I’m dumb and docile, they won’t pay as much attention to me and that can only be in my favour.Manfred shoves me through a doorway, into a small lobby. There’s nothing here but a desk. I can hear the men discussing how much money to charge. I remain silent. In six weeks I’m to be sold at a ‘rare find event’ Not that I know what that is, exactly…but I don’t want to be sold. Apparently that will give me time to heal and get an ass and tits… I resolve then never to submit to any man.Only Manfred enters. “Well, well. Nomia, huh? Let’s see how you clean up - Nasir drove a hard bargain. Good thing I owe him some favours. Well, good for him!” Manfred grins. I wonder why he hasn’t noticed I’ve not responded to a single thing he’s said. I know better. Maybe he knows that?“Follow me.” He says as he walks past me, waving at me to follow. I still make no effort to respond. If I follow him like this, maybe I can find my way back out?The stench makes me forget any ideas about plans. The smell of unwashed bodies; blood; sweat; shit… it’s nauseating.Cages line the narrow corridor we’re walking down. Each one is full: some of the caged are naked, some blindfolded, some still dressed… all of them look better than I do… but all of them look defeated. I try to swallow the fear that’s burning in my chest.For whatever reason, Manfred decides to explain the people in cages - Alpha Zared and Alpha Ahriman, amongst others, are taking over packs - there’s a surplus of warriors. Those defeated are brought here to be sold - some as labourers, some are castrated and sent to guard the Alpha’s concubines. Women from the defeated packs are sold as house slaves, prostitutes or breeding stock. Virgins are sold at special auction… some men have a thing for virgins - so they get bought, their virginity taken and then sold off to brothels.Finally, we reach a closed door and Manfred knocks more loudly than necessary. The door swings open to reveal a middle aged woman wearing a simple, brown woollen dress and a dirty apron… I assume it was white, once. Now it’s smeared with various shades of brown, orange and red - blood.“What you got ‘ere Manfred?” the woman asks. Interested, but not kind.“Aye, Machteld - busy as ever I see? I bring you Nomia - Beta Nasir drove a hard bargain but he says she’s a virgin… we’ve got six weeks to…” he trails off, his hand gesturing at me.“To make her look less… pitiful?” Machteld asks. Yeah, definitely not kind.A groan echoes from somewhere in the back of the room and I’m suddenly frozen in fear - I do not want to know what that was; I do not want to know why that was and I do not want to enter that room.“Her nose is freshly broken.” Manfred rambles on “Set it now - Nasir threw her off a cart and her hands were bound. It was quite the sight” he laughs again at my expense and I find myself cringing away from him. Everything in me tells me to run… but I’m sure I’d get lost.Machteld reaches out, pulling me toward her, then past her through the doorway. Manfred walks away, whistling cheerfully. I stare out after him in shock. Machteld shuts the door and I gulp, turning to look around the room.In horror, I take in the man tied to a large table in the centre of the room. I can’t tell if he’s dead or unconscious - but there’s bandaging around his groin and the stench of burned flesh… next to him on a small table lie two testicles and a silver knife, blade still glowing red hot.Bile rises once again as I realise Machteld just used a silver knife to castrate him - so hot it could cauterise the wound at the same time. I gag. Looking away, I notice all the knives, clamps and spreaders hanging on the wall. A shiver runs down my spine.“He’ll be out for a while” Machteld tells me, nonchalantly. “Let’s get you clean in the meantime” she points at a tub standing in front of the fire. Steam comes off the water, but it looks dirty. I’m not sure getting in there will clean anything.Suddenly, she grabs hold of me and slices through my dress, ripping it off and throwing it into a corner. I stand there. Shocked, naked and trembling.“Get in!” Machteld snaps.I hiss as the hot water hits my various cuts and scrapes. Machteld grabs a rough brush and starts scrubbing me down. I yelp as the bristles cause fresh rips in my knees.“Get out!” she snaps again. I wonder if she’s ever done anything but snap and cut people’s balls off. I clamber out and stand, naked and bleeding in front of the raging fire. Machteld hands me a coarse towel and points at a grey dress hanging over the back of a chair“Dry and dress” she orders “Then sit, so I can reset your nose. After that I’ll feed you.”I hastily finish pulling the dress down over my head and sit on the chair. My nose has never been set before - but I’m sure it’s been broken many times. I anticipate it’ll be painful and clench my fists as Machteld approaches“Grab the seat!” she huffs as she grabs hold of my lower jaw in her left hand; an iron grip belying the wrinkles on her hands. She grabs my nose with her right hand and I open my mouth slightly so I can breathe - a short sharp pain radiates from my nose, across, my face and right to the back of my head, travelling down my neck. It’s so painful, I can’t make a sound. I scrunch my eyes shut. I feel sick.I anticipate that will be it, but Machteld seems to enjoy yanking my nose this way and that. Forcing me to relive the horribly unpleasant sensation of the bone and cartilage scraping together. I feel dizzy.Eventually, Machteld decides she ‘can’t get it less crooked’ and releases me. “Follow me” she orders and leads me to the cell next to the eunuch. I walk in and she locks the door behind me, walking away.She returns shortly with a bowl of hot soup and a few chunks of bread. I tuck in, not bothering with manners. This is all for me.Once finished, I sit down on the cot and assess the situation. I’m locked up. But I’m also clean and fed. Definitely different from Red Star… but somehow I don’t think this is a desirable change. Who knows though? Maybe I’ll be sold to someone who will nurture me; allow me to become strong and be free. I grin to myself. That future is not in my cards.Nomia pov I lie down on the cot carefully, trying to nurse my wrist away from the hard base. Eventually, sleep takes me - I’m not sure how long I’m asleep for but the cell door clangs open suddenly and I jerk awake.Machteld stands, silhouetted in the doorway, with another bowl of soup and some more bread. She frowns down at me, holding my wrist. “Manfred coulda told me your wrist needed setting too. Men!” she scoffs, setting down the tray and walking out. I remain on my side, watching her. “Sit up!” she commands as she re-enters the cell, holding a small plank of wood and some bandages. I hurry to comply, though I don’t want to. Machteld takes my arm - not gently - ignoring my flinch. She runs her fingers up and down my arm - squeezing as she goes. “Well.” she sucks on her teeth “Nothing feels out of place; I’ll just stick a splint on it and bandage it up. Should be healed before sale.” With all the significance of discussing the weather, Machteld wraps my wrist tightly, turns and
Sold to the highest bidderNomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear. Then Machteld and Gertrude enter and take the first girl through those doors - the number of girls diminishes quickly and it’s my turn before I know it. Machteld reaches out and pinches my nipples. I flinch “Need them perky so they pay what you’re worth” Gertrude tells me, before pinching my cheeks. As we enter the room, I see a platform in the middle - like a gallows stage. Around the stage in a semi-circle are a load of chairs; mainly empty. I count about twenty men; all of them exuding power. I can’t help my cringe away, b
Nomia povI startle awake when the door bangs loudly against the wall. Beta Jared’s loud rough voice slurs when he tries to speak to someone. My nose scrunches of its own accord as it's assaulted by the stench of alcohol. I can barely suppress a painful groan, my back is killing me, my muscles slightly spasming and almost shooting into cramps. My hands and feet are no longer painful but now cold and numb. I bet if I could move to see them, the lack of blood flow would have left them tinged with blue.I hear Beta Jared stumbling around, he’s drunk alright. I hear second footsteps, they are lighter and steadier. I wonder who was so unlucky or unwise to join Beta Jared to his room. You don’t have to be a mind reader to see that he is no good. Suddenly I feel his dirty breath over my face and his laboured breathing in my ear, “Sorry puppy, it got later than expected. But you’re well trained aren’t you? You don’t need much.” And he pulls off the blindfold, taking a few of my hairs, caught i
Zared POV /Jared!/ I mindlink my beta, looking at the invite in my hand. ‘Exclusive auction of rare slaves at Manfred’s auction house. First Saturday after the full moon.’ I've already lost two concubines. I huff, I really need to do something about that. But it would only leave the twins and my appetites. require more than that. Maybe the auction will have some pretty virgins for me to acquire so I can up the numbers a bit. /Jared, we’re leaving for Manfred’s tomorrow./ Jared, my brother from another mother. Literally. My father would fuck any pussy going. I’m his only legitimate child. Hell maybe he even fucked his way through other packs, I don’t know. I’ve never known if my mother had fertility problems or if she just withheld sex from my father as a punishment for being a cheating bastard. “You never get tired of bitching about your parents do you?” My wolf Gunther interrupts my train of thought, sounding bored. “You're such a bitch - you shoulda been born a girl” “Shut up
Nomia POVThe Innkeeper was right. The moment Beta Jared returns from breakfast he grabs the chest and then grumbles something which sounds suspiciously like ‘Come!’Coupled with his glare, I don’t take too long to comply. The carriage from yesterday is waiting for us outside the Inn. Alpha Zared is already there. He looks annoyed. Alpha Zared and Beta Jared discuss pack business and travelling to other realms. I find it difficult to follow as I don’t really understand. I do learn that Alpha Zared’s pack is called Golden Claw. Only the strongest, cruellest alphas name their packs after weapons. Most name their packs after the moon goddess or her celestial bodies and hope she will provide them strength and protection. I tune back in and try to commit to memory as much information as I can. Knowledge is power, that's what the Red Star slaves always used to say. It didn’t help them much, but I can only hope. Maybe one day I’ll be free to travel to other realms? I’ll be happy and safe.
Nomia POVI'm all dolled up. I've never seen myself like this before - I don't recognise myself and I don't like it. First my name is taken, now my appearance. Exactly how much will Zared take from me? First I find I was born to be Luna of Red Star, then I was a rejected servant and now I'm a life sized doll with no name and no appearance to call my own. Beta Jared has shown me exactly where I stand in this world but I'm not sure I can accept it. I'm angry and I don't think I've been this angry before. All these men do is take - even Gertrude and Machteld violated me - playing their part in a system that's designed to break me. Alpha Zared wants my pussy and ass. That's all he's going to get. Ahriman may have rejected me but it seems I'm set to be pampered like a Luna anyway. These girls don't have to work - just look pretty and be available at a moment's notice. So Alpha Zared will take my name, my appearance, my time and my virginity. Perhaps I should be pleased that my hardshi
Zared POV My half sisters Emerald and Amethyst will take care of Aurum. As the three of them walk away, I watch. Malachite, Garnet and Ruby stand waiting and smiling. I have work to do first, since I’ve been gone for a few days with Jared. I trust Janus to run things, but there’s always something that requires my signature or decision. I smile at the girls in greeting, but walk past them and make my way to my office. There is a stack of papers waiting for me on my desk and I don’t bother holding in my sigh. People always think being an Alpha is glitz and glam. But it’s mainly paperwork. Listening to petty disputes. Mediating the less petty disputes. Occasionally fighting a war and,if you’re me, winning them. We’re all animals. And because us werewolves accept that, we choose not to weaponise our wars. Instead we largely agree to meet at a designated place; intimidate the hell out of the enemy, fight a bit, kill a few, catch even more and then sell them to slave markets to cover the
Nomia POVI stir as a soft knocking rouses me from sleep. The door cracks open without me responding and a smiling Amethyst enters the room. “Good morning Aurum! I hope you’re ready for a brand new day. I think you could call this the first day of the rest of your life.” Amethyst chirrups as she flings open the curtains. “Now, let's choose a dress.” “I’m ready” I lie. “Tsk” Amethyst tuts. “You don’t have to lie dear.” She shakes her head sadly. “I don’t know anything about your past. I won’t ask!” she interrupts her own sentence. “But you left that past behind when Alpha Zared brought you here. Your body tells me all I need to know about your previous life. Change is coming - a big change. Now get out of bed, we’ll start with your morning routine.” Surprisingly, I am somewhat reassured. So I get out of bed and follow Amethyst to my en suite bathroom. The bathtub is filled with hot water and a luscious amount of floral smelling oils. “The oils keep your skin soft, supple and fragr