A mate for the beast

Chapter 02: Sold.

/-Sabrina-/

“Look what we have here,” The pot-bellied auctioneer said, harshly grabbing my arms to drag me forward. “A clean, fair faced woman.”

The men under the raised podium booed, their lustful gazes scrutinizing my body without restraint, stripping me bare before the bidding even started.

“Starting price, ten silver coins.” The auctioneer called out.

I stood still, frozen in the same spot. After two weeks, I had finally accepted the bitter truth, my body no longer belonged to me.

Soon, I would be auctioned off like a mere good.

“Twenty silver coins!” A man yelled, staring at me intently while licking his lips.

“Thirty silver coins!”

“Thirty five silver coins!”

“Ten gold coins!”

“Ten gold coins. Sold once,” I closed my eyes as the auctioneer announced, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict. “Ten gold coins. Sold twice, sold the...”

“Forty gold coins!” An arrogant voice suddenly interrupted, and my eyes twitched.

Who would be willing to spend so much just to buy a mere slave?

“It's his highness, the second Prince.” Someone whispered in disbelief, and I froze.

Second Prince? The one rumored for his weird fetish?

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought and my legs weakened. Until now, I had not cared who bought me, as I had considered killing my way out.

But, the Prince…

“Fourty gold coins, sold once, twice and thrice. Sold out.” said the auctioneer, his voice trembling slightly in excitement.

*****

A month drags past like a year, but my life never remained the same.

“Yes, yes. Hmm.” Prince Kael moaned loudly, his hands fisting on my hair as his face twisted with pleasure.

“Faster.” He urged hurriedly, and I did as told, holding back the urge to spit out the pulsating, stiff organ in my mouth.

My mouth and hand moved with practiced ease and my saliva served as a natural lubricant. I swallowed his length into my mouth, expertly grazing it with my teeth occasionally for stimulation.

Sure enough, Prince Kael groaned, his body trembling subtly.

“Faster. Oh, you are so good.”

He started moving his waist, thrusting deeper into my throat and inducing my gagging reflex, to which I forcefully pressed down.

His movement became frantic, and soon, his body jerked furiously.

I was about to retreat when he yanked me back, “Swallow it.” Came his command as he shot into my mouth.

Then, his once proud shaft went soft, and he finally retreated with a satiated grin spread across his roguish face.

“You've done a good job. An extra meal and two silver coins for you.” With that said, he rolled up his trousers and left the room without another word.

The instant he left, I spat out the salty content in my mouth and retched. Having not had anything to eat, I only dry heaved and could not vomit anything.

After that, I regained my composure once again.

It has been a month in this hell, and nothing has changed. I was no longer a woman, but a thing, a toy for the Prince and other aristocrats to satisfy their psychological needs.

Occasionally, I would be paid for my service, just like a prostitute. However, that did not mean that my life had become better.

Dragging my feet, I made my way to the kitchen.

I was greeted by the familiar screech of the Head chef, Mona.

“Here comes her highness.” She spat, her face filled with sarcasm. “You think lying under the Prince exempts you from work?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and said nothing.

“Clean the hearth,” She barked. “And make it shine, or I will have one of your fingers in the stew tonight. Aren't you having an extra meal? Having your finger boiled soft sounds good.”

The maids in the kitchen laughed in response.

Reaching the hearth, I crouched low and scrapped the soot into a bucket nearby. I ignored their jest, and walked out to dump the ashes in the back courtyard.

The hallway was quiet. Until I heard it.

The sound of footsteps, slow and intentional.

I paused, but proceeded forward calmly, my twitching fingers betraying my anxiety.

“Her highness of the slut quarters, may I ask where you are headed to?” A voice called out, and a lithe figure blocked my path.

It was Mia, beside her were Lucy and Rose.

Mia had her lips curled into a smirk as she folded her arms, “I heard the Prince gave you coins, should we bow?” She jested.

Knowing well not to reply, I shifted to bypass them, but Mia grabbed my arm and slammed my back against the wall.

“Don't be rude, Your highness. We are here for a peaceful conversation, where are the silver coins?” She asked faintly, hands wandering over my body roughly.

I bit my lips, “He didn't…"

Lucy interrupted, “Did not what? Your highness, are you hiding good things from us?”

“I…I…"

Before my response could escape my lips, a punch landed on my stomach and I groaned.

“What, do you think you are better than us just because you receive a few coins after a session with the Prince? You are just trash, the Prince's walking hole.” Lucy spat with an insidious visage.

Another punch, and I fell to my knees, feeling as if air had been knocked off my lungs.

“You like it, don't you? Opening your legs for a silver, I will do the same for a handful of coins as well.”

“Why don't we add some rouge to make your white face prettier?”

I was shoved to the ground, kicks falling on me like rain. I shielded my head, struggling amidst their abuse.

However, the most painful thing was not their kicks, but their words.

Just then, I heard the footsteps of someone approaching and the three of them scampered off like startled rats.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the butler walking forward with a neutral expression.

Despite my pitiful state, his expression remained unchanged as if he stared at a mere livestock.

“The Prince has ordered for you to be sent to the Prime Minister tonight.”