Master

Silvers pov (edited)

The crunch of snow beneath my boot did nothing to calm my nerves, I cuddled more into my fur-lined coat trying to remember the luxury because looking around could see what my future may hold, the other slaves were freezing and gangly from starvation it made me cringe shivering more viciously into my jacket as my nerves churned my stomach.

I touch the slice of paper inside my bra, I must, I must, I must keep it at all costs, I need it to survive. I stand out from the rest of the slaves, they are all dulled eyed and looked a bit depressing where I am wearing proper clothing for the cold weather which covered my body from the harsh winter, my skin is still fresh and lively, I am well fed so my body is full and curvy.

I had to sneak onto this cart today, it was the only chance I would get, my attention drifting to the chatter of the women now gossiping about the auction today I listen in, I need all the tips I can get.

“I can’t believe-believe we get presented in front of the new alpha today,” a young blond said between shivers, her teeth chattered together so hard I was scared she would break them.

“I KNOW” another girl responded.

“I hope my next master is nicer than the last one” the dark-skinned girl chimed in pointing to her face which was bloodied and bruised, she tried her best to cover it up with dark makeup, but she looked worse almost like a blue doll.

The werewolves and humans have been fighting for dominance over land and money for the last 100 years and while some areas have been sanctioned for humans only in a lawful contract so they get to live in harmony, most territory has been taken now by them. Humans have always been weaker than the werewolves which they used to their advantage.

The werewolf enslaved most women and men able to work and slaughtered those who were too ill or elderly to do their bidding, some made it to the land safe for humans, some didn’t make it at all. There were millions killed by the packs. Humans raised up all the time wanting to fight for the freedom they once had but, I think most are just grateful for the sliver of land that they do possess.

I looked around the moving cart realizing I was older than most of these girls. They seemed young, too young, some had been marked by their previous owners which I knew lowered their price. I had studied the lives of slaves since I was 14 but I never thought I would become one.

“First time being sold, princess” a cocky looking teen murmured beneath her breath, she must have been 17 maybe 18 at a push, I could see small goosebumps on her thin arms and legs getting bigger from the chill, she had a cigarette between her chipped green nails.

I nodded.

“You’re fucking old though don’t you think?” she huffed between cigarettes, her voice seemed older, more mature, and deeper, I assumed it was from the cigarettes she now placed between her chapped lips but that was just from a doctor’s point of view.

She didn’t rub her body like the rest of the girls here trying to create warmth, she just seemed to accept the chill on her body, she must have been cold, I was in a fur coat I could feel the chill seeping inside my own bones making me feel stiff to my seat.

“I erm”

I didn’t get very far with my sentence as the confident teen continued speaking not really wanting an answer to the question to her previous one ” You need to strip when you get there or you have no hope in getting bought by someone respectable in the territory. Name?”

“My na-name?”

“yes, your name or are you slow?” she pointed to her head with her free hand almost rolling her eyes but it stopped herself halfway through.

“Silver” I said the reply received giggles from the whole cart, some tried holding back, others laughed out loud not caring, the next comment made the whole cart hysterical.

“I’m asking for your real name, not your porn star name love” she huffed, blowing more smoke into my face.

It smelt revolting.

“My real name is Silver Bur-” I stop myself mid-sentence. Slaves don’t have last names, I reminded myself , they have a name or a number nothing more nothing less because to the werewolves they are objects, not people.

My name is Silver I have to remember I don’t have the last name now I am just Silver or I will be dead very quickly. First names are tradition, so the wolves know who is who but as far as I have read humans born into slavery have a number no name, its usually inked onto their skin. Slaves do not receive an education, they don’t know how to read or write. I knew I was very lucky to have a full education and be a trained doctor at the age of 22.

I was born on the right patch of land that was safe for humans to live and thrive, I have studied slaves and werewolves since I was training to become a doctor from age 14. My mother would say I was a talented individual who needed my brain challenged often.

Compared to the girls in this cart I know I am quite lucky. I know my family always had food and warm clothing, an education which is lifesaving literally, most slaves do not know their family because they are given as gifts to other households, sold and traded or were born in a breeding house.

I shiver at the thought of having to go there if I am not chosen today. I am hopeful though because looking around I knew I had a good chance, some girls are forming scabs around their lips and fingers, showing lack of nutrition, drugs or simply scabies I don’t know without an examination.

My fingers itch inside my fur lined pockets to reach out and help the poor young girls but i knew i was without medicine to help. Instead I concentrace on my breath. The cold weather showed my hot breath in the air as if steam was pouring from my mouth and nostrils.

I knew the popular trend for the werewolves was to find slaves to fuck and use as sex slaves, forcing them into the most horrible stuff until they found their mate and had pups, then the slaves were usually recycled. Most sex slaves were recycled so much their pussy wasn’t good enough for a wolf of decent standard anymore and they were sent to whore houses or worse breeding homes.

Since I was fifteen, only five slaves have made it across the border to us. If a slave runs away, they are usually killed immediately when they are found. I had the privilege to study those who came over. I knew from my studies the slaves could be bred from the age of 16 with other humans, this would allow the master to make profit and avoid having to buy more slaves. It’s a well-known fact, humans cannot breed with werewolves. I once studied a case, where the human had made it to the mainland, I was a trainee doctor observing at the time the woman seemed sad, depressed almost lifeless and when she found out about the baby she shut down all together but she could not handle carrying the pup, they both died in my arms.

Breeding houses were houses masters used to allow their human pets some fun, allowing the men to rape anyone they wanted as a reward for being good or slaves that had good genes. Breeding houses were a fear for most young women, there were even hushed whispers about it on the cart, they were trying to hush and soothe one another. If a woman is sent to a breeding house they never leave and are raped over and over until they are pregnant.

Whore houses are for the werewolves to fuck and torture young women, you usually get sent there for bad behaviour and the only way your leaving is in a body bag.

I sigh out loud.

I rub the heel of my hands into my eyes.

“Silver this is the easy bit,” the girl smoking a cigarette earlier said. I realize her number is 12TT, it was inked onto her skin.

“How much longer do you think till we arrive at the auction house?” I mutter lifting my head up looking towards 12TT

She glanced sidelong towards the other girls, they seemed like they all know each other like they see each other on a regular basis because they know each other’s name or number and they spoke about people they know, gossiping about masters and others in a social circle they were involved in.

I didn’t realize I was staring at the others in the cart until 12TT gave me a small pinch answering my unspoken question “we all know each other very well, most of us have been put together with masters over the years. We see each other at balls and parties mostly where we are forced to dance sexy. Today’s auction is like no other, this is once in a lifetime for us kid” she winked

I reel slightly from the information; I gulp feeling brave ” 12TT why is it special?”

I received raised eyebrows from her and looking around the cart most of the other girls also gave me a curious look. Shit, shit, shit! they can’t read, I forgot a basic rule.

We sit in an uncomfortable silence for a long moment before 12TT speaks “A new alpha has been picked for this area it’s the second biggest pack, so all werewolves are offering one slave for him to pick from, hence the snow in the middle of summer”

She speaks slowly to me like I’m stupid, she explained as if i was a naughty child.

The road becomes rocky and uneven with the cart twisting and turning so violently I had to grip the metal bar windows to steady myself from headbutting 12TT. None of the girls seemed nervous now though, they seemed excited. We were all soon hauled off into a huge black building. We were led down a narrow hallway lit by candles, the floor and the walls felt grimy. We walked single filed down the halls till we reached a small chamber filled with more girls who all looked the same as the ones on the coach.

The young girls were all dressed in next to nothing leaving nothing to the imagination for the audience we would soon be seeing.

“The auction starts in an hour, make yourselves presentable”a deep voice rumbled it was all I heard as my thought process came to a sudden halt, it was one of the guys who brought us here in the freezing carriage.

Fear built up inside me fast.

I was a stupid, stupid, stupid girl believing I could do this, for fucking science to save them, fuck science fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

An ice-cold drink was shoved into my shaking hand by 12TT Who had a mischievous glint in her eye, a slight sniff allowed me to recognize the drink as alcohol, I gave what I hoped was a kind smile.

“I got you the best one to calm your nerves, it will give you confidence on stage plus it taste good” I watch as she gulps her own down, I stare at the drink now in my hand knowing what kind of fate waits for me and I was a stupid, stupid girl who should have stayed at home in her comfy bed.

12TT saw my discomfort and tried her best at gently soothing me, she wasn’t very good at it, she wrinkled her nose and cleared her throat before speaking.

“This is my sixth year as a slave and fifteenth time being sold, it would seem none of my masters liked me very much and they never wanted me for longer than 6 months, I believe I have a natural ability to repel men especially wolves away from me”

I took a sip of the drink analyzing her works, trying to understand the rules of this land but i realized why 12TT had to clear her throat after she drank the alcohol, the substance burned my tongue, making me swallow the substance quickly, my tongue sizzled and continued along with my throat, I wanted to gag but made myself stop.....vomiting would not help me now.

“Silver, are you even listening “I turned to the girl beside me. There was now a redhead joining us, I tried to remember her name from the coach, I tried to speak but my tongue was heavy almost like a lead. It did not want to function or make words.

12TT and the redhead continued the conversation without me there eyes glanced over to me often. “if you return twenty times, they will send you to the whore or breeding houses T you don’t want to go there!. ”

I watched 12TT shuffle on her feet calmly before replying “well just 5 more times for me “without a word. I handed her my drink knowing she probably needed it more than i did, she took it greedily and gulped it down like the first drink she received.

I watch the redhead sip her own drink before she murmured to me “they give us alcoholic drinks to calm some of the girl’s nerves down however, some of the druggies take them all so you have to be fast, just so you know for next time”

she beamed at me she herself looked proud as if she was helping me; I stepped back slightly.

The young ladies started shuffling towards a stage door now, I was still cuddled into my fur jacket when a man with a clipboard approached me tutting. “what the hell?!! why aren’t you ready yet?” The man with the clipboard was glaring at me, his face changing colour.

" I am,“ I replied, noting his face turn a deeper red.

“Fuck sake, someone strip her, her own bra and undies will do and if she doesn’t comply send her out in nothing” the man smirked while the other girls giggled at my stupidity.

I undressed in the end. I hated leaving my warm clothing behind, the chill bite into my skin making me shiver from the inside out. My plain cotton black panties and bra were nothing compared to the sparkly slut outfits around me I stuck out like a sore thumb.

The man with the clipboard did not approve of my outfit however, he gripped my hair and pulled at the elastic band allowing it to fall free to its natural wild state nodding just once before addressing us all “now ladies Do NOT walk up Until you are called, do NOT trip, do NOT stumble or pause while walking, do NOT cry or scream DO your routine as you have practiced, Smile, EYES DOWN unless spoken to and remember to be the whore you were born to be”

Most of the girls seem used to this as looking around I saw no crying or weeping. I couldn’t hold back my own whimper as I found myself plopped onto the ground waiting for the queue to move. I started crying for the second time today, the first was saying goodbye to my professor who was depending on me. I wanted my old life back already. I don’t know how long I can do this. I froze and there was now a huge gap waiting to be filled, some girls walked around me, others waited for me to move.

I stood there frozen waiting on my heavy limbs to begin moving again trying to stop crying. I slowly began to move along. I was now nearing the platform and below it, were hundreds of wolves, they were everywhere maybe thousands I guessed, it was mainly males but there were also some women in the crowd.

“Wow,” I said quietly to myself, fear was rising from the pit of my stomach, I looked around the line seeing everyone lined up. I realize there are more women than men, there were maybe 50 men to the hundreds of women lining up.

I watched as the men were pulled from their lines one by one and auctioned off to the highest bidder, I heard huge amounts of money being bid on the humans especially women 10 thousand and twenty I gawk at the amount knowing what could be done with that sort of money.

Closer to the stage now I could see the girls going up one by one and I was stunned into gripping 12TT’s Hand so tightly I thought I was going to crush her delicate slender fingers. The girls were swinging their hips, bending over, spanking themselves over and over and calling themselves bad girls, some slid their panties to the side showing their pussy playing with themselves, some males went crazy for this, others with mates looked disgusted.

Bile rose up my throat as 12TT strutted on stage like she was born to perform, a few people who had bought a slave were already walking away but you would not realize unless you watched the crowd because there were so many of them the moment a space become available there was another wolf watching and waiting eager to fill the space.

I looked on and watched as she was auctioned, a mix of emotions filled me now as I watched my companion. She bent and swirled around, allowing her breast free as she did her seductive dance. It allowed her small breast to bobble along the way, she received a lot of howls.

“Now THIS gentleman is really a fine specimen, look at her afro hair and big brown eyes, you could stare into them for days, look at her perfect tits and I bet the pussy is lovely too-”

Confident as ever 12TT slipped her underwear off and spread her legs wide allowing everyone to see, she was even wiggling her curvy ass. “I bet you wouldn’t struggle to breed this one huh?” the seller winked at the crowd.

I wanted to scream at him and tell him we weren’t animals, but these girls acted like animals, so I had no leg to stand on.

“tell the crowd sweetheart your favourite sex position” the seller continued 12TT smiled a cunning smile before she said in a seductive voice “doggy style”

I plugged my ears and squeezed my eyes shut then, not wanting to hear or see the rest of this ordeal but then I was being grabbed onto the stage and was told to perform.