Chapter 18: Degradation on Display—Auction of Flesh

Jesus Christ.

The women—his family—stood around him, some quivering in anger, some not. Christine hovered right beside him, her face a storm of rage and humiliation. James’s fingers were buried knuckle-deep in her hot, sloppy snatch, pumping lazily. God, she looked furious—cheeks flushed, jaw clenched—but his cock was rock-hard knowing she was helpless. This hardcore feminist, reduced to a dripping fleshlight, a piece of fuckmeat for his amusement. He curled his fingers, dragging them along her slick walls, and she squelched audibly. Her cheek twitched in raw anger.

She turned, voice tight. “Must you?”

James just smirked. He yanked his fingers free with a wet pop and shoved them into her mouth. Once again, he undid his trousers. His thick cock sprang out, heavy and veined, already leaking. Her eyes widened, a flicker of dread cutting through the hate. He grinned wider.

‘Let’s test that glyph some more.’

“Well?” he taunted.

She fought it—lips pressed thin, fists balled—but something on the top of her sagging tits flared unseen. A low moan tore from her throat. Her shoulders slumped, eyes glazing with forced lust. She shuffled forward, turned her back to him, and lowered herself. Her hairy cunt lips parted as she sank down, engulfing his cock in one slow, reluctant slide. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, you’re thick,” she gasped, voice cracking as her ass hit his thighs.

James grabbed her hips, yanked her flush against him, and started thrusting—hard, wet slaps echoing. His hands mauled her flat, sagging tits, pinching the dark nipples until she whimpered. Beloukas, grinning like a demon, vanished into the back and returned, dragging a small family of white-tiger demis.

The mother froze mid-step, eyes locked on the scene: James pounding into Christine, her tits bouncing, face twisted in shame and unwanted pleasure. The tiger woman’s tail lashed; her nostrils flared at the reek of sex. Her cubs clung tighter—the boy’s tiny, hairless cock stiff and red, barely an inch, pressed against her striped thigh; the girl, flat-chested and smooth, buried her face in her mother’s fur.

James groaned, hips slapping faster. He gripped Christine’s tits hard and came, flooding her cunt with thick ropes. She shuddered, a broken moan escaping as he slumped back, panting, cock still twitching inside her.

Beloukas chuckled. “This lot—white-tiger demi. Looks human enough, still fertile.” He jerked a thumb at the cubs. “Use the boy to breed the mother and his sister if you want pure demi stock.”

The tiger boy’s little willy throbbed against his mother’s leg, stiff and red like a tiny spear. James groaned, already half-hard again, his spent cock twitching inside Christine’s clenching cunt as he watched the cub’s pathetic erection bob with every shaky breath. The sight was filthy—innocent and obscene all at once—and it sent a fresh surge of heat through him. He bucked up once more, grinding deep, chasing that edge even as his balls tightened.

Christine whimpered, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of slick around him, but her face stayed twisted in fury. The glyph’s magic held her impaled, ass cheeks spread on his lap, while Beloukas leered and rattled off prices. James didn’t give a shit about the haggling; his eyes were locked on the tiger family, the mother’s heavy tits heaving as she shifted, her own nipples hardening despite the fear in her yellow eyes. The girl cub peeked out, wide-eyed at the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

“More,” James rasped, voice rough. He clamped his hands harder on Christine’s hips, slamming her down in brutal rhythm—up, down, the slap of skin loud and rhythmic. Her saggy tits flopped wildly, nipples scraping his palms. The pressure built fast, coiling tight in his gut. “Fuck—watch this, tiger slut.”

He thrust up savagely, burying himself to the hilt, and came again—hot, thick spurts jetting into her depths, overflowing to drip down his balls. Christine’s breath hitched, a choked sob mixing with the forced moan the glyph ripped from her throat. Her cunt spasmed around him, milking every drop, even as tears streaked her cheeks. James roared through it, head thrown back, the raw power of owning her—body, will, everything—pushing him over the edge twice in minutes. He reveled in her compliance.

He slumped, panting, cock softening but still lodged deep, leaking the last pulses into her ruined hole. Beloukas chuckled, unfazed, and shoved the tiger woman forward with her collared kids in tow. “Sold. Prime breeding stock.”

James grinned lazily, giving Christine’s ass a lazy smack that made her jolt. Cum oozed out around his shaft as he finally lifted her off, leaving her standing there, thighs slick and trembling, the glyph’s glow fading from her chest. She glared daggers, but said nothing—couldn’t, not without permission.

“Next lot,” Beloukas barked, waving in Jan and her daughters like cattle to the block. Christ, Jan was something else—tall blonde with rounder tits than his mum. The daughters were a sight: Alice had big frizzy platinum-blonde hair and plump lips that looked like they belonged around a cock, her body screaming slut; Freya had long straight blonde hair, a perfect hourglass figure, massive heavy tits so firm it almost made him sob to watch, and the tightest pussy he’d ever seen.

Jan strutted first, hips swaying with forced swagger, her soft belly and heavy tits marking her as the broodmare type. Wide hips perfect for popping out more fucktoys. Alice followed, perky cone tits sitting high, nipples stiff like she was begging for a pinch. Freya brought up the rear, those obscene, round udders jiggling with every step, soft and begging to be slapped red. They lined up, grinning at him like they knew the score—part of Death’s twisted gift, after all. Christine, still leaking his load down her thigh, shot them a venomous look, but James just laughed.

He nodded. Coin changed hands. Collars snapped on. Jan caught his stare dropping to her crotch and spread wide, flashing the dark bush crowning her glistening slit. She laughed, deep and throaty, like she owned the joke. James’s cock twitched, thickening again.