Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Natasha’s POV

Murmurs of agreement and some nervous laughter.

“Today we offer a select group of premium slaves,” Victoria continued. “Both female and male, chosen for their beauty, youth, and obedience. As always, the rules are simple: the highest bidder claims ownership, subject to approval by the Grand Lords.”

She gestured to the dais where Fergus, Gregor, and Sebastian sat watching.

“Any of the Grand Lords may exercise their right to claim a slave regardless of bidding,” Victoria said. “This is their privilege by rank.”

My stomach dropped.

Of course. Even if Caelan bids on me-even if he wins-any of the Grand Lords can just take me anyway.

“Let us begin!” Victoria announced. “First, we have Sarah of Brighton. Seventeen years old, healthy, experienced in household duties and…” She paused delicately. “…trained in pleasuring her masters.”

A guard pushed the first girl-Sarah-forward onto a small raised platform in the center of the hall.

She stood there, her head down, as Victoria continued describing her attributes like she was a horse being sold.

“Remove your dress,” Victoria commanded.

With shaking hands, Sarah pulled her simple dress over her head, standing naked before the crowd.

I forced myself not to look away. Not to show any reaction that might mark me as unusual.

This is going to happen to me. I’m going to have to strip in front of all these people.

“Note the unblemished skin,” Victoria said, walking around Sarah and turning her this way and that. “Good breasts. Wide hips suitable for breeding. Turn around.”

Sarah turned, showing her back and rear to the crowd.

Several Lycans made appreciative sounds. One shouted out a crude comment about what he’d like to do to her, prompting laughter.

“We’ll start the bidding at fifty gold crowns,” Victoria announced.

Hands went up. Numbers were shouted. The bidding moved quickly.

Finally, a middle-aged Lord won her for three hundred and twenty gold crowns. Sarah was led off the platform, and another slave was brought forward.

The process repeated. Girl after girl, paraded naked before the crowd. Examined. Described. Bid on. Sold.

When a particularly beautiful blonde was brought out-a girl named Eleanor-the bidding was fierce. Lord Gregor himself participated, eventually winning her for eight hundred gold crowns.

“An excellent choice, my Lord,” Victoria said, bowing to Gregor.

Eleanor was led to stand beside Gregor’s chair. He immediately put his hand on her ass, groping her casually while she stood frozen.

That’s going to be me. Standing next to whoever buys me. Being touched. Used.

Then came the male slaves.

“And now,” Victoria announced, “we have several young men available.”

The first boy was brought out-Peter, sixteen years old, with soft features and golden hair.

“Strip,” Victoria commanded.

Peter removed his clothes with shaking hands. He was slim and pale, his body hairless and boyish.

Several female Lycans in the audience sat up straighter, their eyes fixed on him with obvious interest.

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