She wakes up on raised vibrating saddle, a raised edge keeping her slit parted. Legs tied down tightly to the legs of the platform. Not being able to raise her cunt off the humming machine. Big theater lights surrounding her, disguising the people moving and looking at her. The whole platform on a spinning disc slowly turning, displaying every part of her to the audience ... slowly.

A woman in a very decorated detailed mask approaches the stage. She wears a long red coat, and a somewhat longer corset that matches the displayed girls short gold embroidered corset. The womans bottom is bare revealing a vulva decorated with henna. Effortlessly jumping on the horse. She gently leans back on the girls face.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen. Rapists and defilers. Sluts and bulls. We have a beautifull prize on offer today. This cunt is on offer, kept private and assured to be virginal. To be used in whatever way you desire."I stand on a balcony and survey the scene, my background in theater production paying off richly. My words being whispered into the hall through many hidden speakers, as if im whispering in the ear of each guest.

The many rich men standing eager in their own masks, their pet cunts desperately trying to keep them sated as the men knew they couldnt grab my prizes as easely as they usually could.

So many of the rich in the empire had gotten bored with the usual auctions. Choosing to buy their new pets through online markets or have them grabbed as soon as they were available. I had almost lost my lucrative business.

But then i got the chance to offer them a experience, i offered exotic reluctant or violent girls. Had men auction not for the girl, but for time on the stage. The man that could make her beg for his cock, got to take her home. But if your slot was over, anyone could fight you off. The girls became valuable just because they had been part of my auction, and that was the way I liked it.

Some men didnt even take the girls home, well my house always had room for a few more broken cunts.