[MF] [Slavery] [Noncon] [Spanking] [Squirting] The Auction – Part Three

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jneelz/mf_slavery_noncon_the_auction_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) … [Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jo19n3/ff_slavery_masturbation_the_auction_part_two/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

***Note:*** *This will be the last Neasa chapter for a while. Judging by the number of upvotes and comments, ongoing series don’t fare as well as standalone stories. I’d like to dip my toes into stranger kinks and move beyond the dom/sub material, but Neasa will be back once my commissions die down and I get my fill of “omg” fetishes. Thanks for reading and reaching out! You guys are great.*

It had been four days since he’d looked at her. Four days since she’d fondled herself in the parlour while her master watched, and four nights spent wondering what she’d done wrong.

Looking back now, the ordeal felt embarrassing. She had been wet and ready to take him and he’d walked away without a backward glance. Had it been something about her body? Despite Charlotte’s reassurances that their master would ask for her company again, Neasa couldn’t help worrying that she’d wasted her single chance to impress him. It had taken mere hours for him to lose interest in his newest slave.

“Should I apologize?”

[FF] [Slavery] [Masturbation] The Auction – Part Two

***Note:*** *Thank you for the warm reception! A special thanks to the few helpful readers who reached out with critiques. I tried to keep your suggestions in mind and flesh out the setting and characters for part two, but if I’ve overreached, please let me know.*

*Erotica is something that I’d like to explore as a side-hustle… Neasa and the characters to come are a lot of fun to work with. Is this kind of writing something you’d pay a small amount to read? Would my efforts be better spent with a different style? Or is this what you’d regard as free content? I’d really like to hear from you and set a realistic goal for myself.*

*Enjoy!*

The city streets were nothing like the quaint dirt roads at home. Neasa tried not to gawk at the citizens in passing, but it was impossible not to. There were bronzed women in litters with their oiled breasts glinting in the sunlight, effeminate servant boys pawing flirtatiously at fat politicians, and men who appeared more beast than human.

[MF] [Slavery] [Noncon] The Auction – Part One

***Note:*** *I would really appreciate some feedback. I’ve never written erotica before and constructive criticism is welcome. If there’s any interest, I’ll begin writing part two, and if not, thank you for taking the time to read it!*

Neasa kneeled on the platform, only half-conscious of the slivers digging into her bare legs. She couldn’t see the crowd through the blur of tears, but she could hear them: bidding, bawling their desire, crying for someone to make it a proper show and finger her.

The auctioneer’s resonating voice rose above all the rest, painting a portrait for those standing too far away to admire her.

“*See here, boys, look at how your low offers hurt her! You have the poor thing crying. Stare into her blue eyes and tell me she isn’t worth more than that! And look at this hair, have you ever seen hair so light? She’s an angel among men-*”

Neasa whimpered with fright as the auctioneer’s assistant pulled her to her feet. The chains around her wrists were atypical among the group of slaves waiting to be sold; she had been outfitted with fine silver cuffs to denote her value. No one feared that such a svelte young woman would break free of fetters that appeared more like jewelry than bondage.