Melony had had a rough day, to say the least. A rough couple of days to be perfectly honest. One moment she had been on her way home from an early morning trip to the cathedral where she was studying with the Sisters of She'La for morning prayers, the next, she had found herself with a bag over her head and rough hands pulling her into an alleyway and binding her tight. She had fought and screamed but was quickly and completely overpowered by her captures. They easily handled her and she felt large hands grip her neck until, panic-stricken, she passed out.<br/><br/>She later woke up on the floor of a covered cart, bound tightly and gagged, the bag still hooding her. A small hole in the sack let her just barely see the moment that the predawn gray of the morning disappeared behind them as they entered some kind of stone archway that was quickly closed with a metal portcullis which clanged and banged into place. The cool air sent chills down her body.<br/><br/>The day would only go down from there. After they were well under the city, her and the others, mostly women and human with a few men and elves in the mix. They were quickly and roughly put into cages in the massive underground complex, seeming to be slowly sorted from one to the other. Men and women were immediately separated, then they were culled by race, age, and many more things she had trouble identifying since the shuffle was so fast. She kept hearing the words "Exotic" and "Rare" tossed around as she was inspected like an animal and carted from on stage to the next.<br/><br/>Melony's world was a spin, her modest dress ripped away to expose her flesh, she was constantly squeezed, bend over, probed and prodded. Any resistance usually was met with swift strikes to her rump and thighs amoungst much cursing. And though she often heard things like "Don't damage the goods! She'll fetch more without marks!" She could hardly call it gentle. She quickly learned to do as told to avoid more beatings.<br/><br/>Before she knew it, it was night, she and another pair of girls were all that were left from the sorting. It didn't take them long to realize that they were all three witches; girls that were in their final and most important incarnation. Pure and mortals could be, especially humans. Melony's mismatched green and blue eyes were a dead giveaway, another girl who's dress was hanging in tatters about her waist had "Heaven's kisses" on her back, the promise of angelic wings in her next life if she managed to live in chastity for but one more lifetime. The third girl had hair of pure white. Each girl was still bound, their legs tightly together with silk cords lashed about multiple times to assure their legs never parted. The three were sat each at a separate wall of the cage, their arms outstretched and bound to the lattice of the heavy wooden cage. Sleep didn't come easy.<br/><br/>The following morning, the three were roughly scrubbed and perfumed. One of the slaver women can and worked at brushing their hair and making them up, but left their clothes in tatters. Melony was at least able to move her legs as the cords were removed and she was instead hobbled with the other two girls.<br/><br/>They quickly made their way to another small cart and were secured inside. They traveled down the underground lane until they exited into the bright morning sun. Melony was dazzled at first by the light but one of her fellow captives spoke first. "Oh my god... we're inside the sanctum..."<br/><br/>The three didn't have much time after that. They were taken quickly to a loud square and prodded to get out of the wagon. They have forced up a small stone flight of stairs and found themselves on a tall stage overlooking the square. The girls were humiliated and self-conscious of their nudity and the ragged state of their once nice clothing. Though Melony was a commoner, she came from a higher middle-class family and looked out seeing many of the upper-class people her father had had dealings with, and could see more than a few recognized her as well.<br/><br/>Panicked, the girls realized they were on the same kind of stage where punishments and executions took place in the main town square just outside the Inner Sanctum, and sure enough, there was an elaborate gallows, stocks, and other things they never dared to consider the function for. Their fate today, though, was different. One by one they were made to stand on a block and a loud portly man would have his assistants display the girls, and the action would begin.<br/><br/>Melony was the last to be displayed. She resisted, but a few swats to the back of her legs sent her up to the block amid more than a little sobbing on her part and the cheers and jeers of the crowd. The bidding seemed to go one forever, and she could remember little of the traumatic event. Several times she the action was stopped as high bidders demanded to see her teeth, her breast, a few demanded to see her bent over so the assistants could throw her skirts up and display her "Assets." This got more than a few laughs, but there was much head bobbing as the auctioneer held her lips and ass open commenting on her obvious virgin qualities.<br/><br/>When it was over, she was grabbed again and put in a holding area where again, she was thoroughly bound up just as the night before. Some time later, handlers were come for her and cart her away towards another underground passage where they seemed to go one winding around forever.<br/><br/>Now she found herself hanging from pain filled arms in a cool room, blindfolded and gagged. She had no idea where she was or how long she had been there. Her body trembled with strain as only the tips of her toes could touch the wooden table beneath her. She took the ragged breaths of one that has been crying for some time and only recently stopped. She had been aware of movement in the room on and off all day since she was led here and hoisted up, but no one seemed to want to address her or cared to.<br/><br/>She heard the iron knocker three times, the sounds making her jump and cry out against the ball in her mouth. After so much silence it sounded like thunder to the small girl. After a moment, the lock was rattled, and she hears the door hinges squeak just slightly. She strained to hear but only caught a few hushed words. “Come in?” “I’m with a slave,” “...with a slave?” "...the fuck is that?” “...a dress!” Then she heard the door click shut, and the voices were muffled again.<br/><br/>She redoubled her efforts and picked up on the ropes lifting her body for a few moments as she pulled, but two days with no food, little sleep, and no end of strain had taken their toll. Just as the door opened again she all but collapsed back into the position she had been in for so long, her toes thumping once more onto the wooden table like a ballerina.<br/><br/>She heard the rustling of material and froze listening. She felt cold, and sick at her stomach with nerves. Her heart was racing with fear. Her imagination was working against her. What was happening? She hated being so helpless and blind! What was that noise?! It sounded like the hooves of the mule that had been pulling the slaver's cart on the stone paved streets. Was she being carted off again?<br/><br/>Then it came, sweet relief as she was lowered a bit, her feet finally flat on the smooth wood surface. She could feel the grain of the polished wood under her soft soles. Her slippers were long gone, and she was barefoot. Some of the strain was also removed from her arms as her feet were finally allowed to take most of her weight. She whimpered in relief, squirming to flex sore muscles.<br/><br/>She felt someone move closer to her and panicked, shying away even as she picked up a feminine scent of perfume and powders. Simultaneously she felt arms encircle around her, reaching for and releasing the gag from her aching mouth just as she felt herself engulfed by the huge bust that made her blush at the realization as she pictured what she realized this woman must look like.<br/><br/>She works her jaw a bit and takes a deep breath through her mouth, taking in more of the strange scent of the woman, realizing it is sweet and somehow heavy... musky.... live clove and something else. "Thank you," she squeaks with a soft small voice even as the bust presses against her again and removed the blindfold.<br/><br/>She blinks several times and slowly her eyes come back to focus as she looks around at her surroundings. It wasn't what she was expecting after the past couple of days. Then again, she didn't know what she had been expecting. It looked almost, homey.<br/><br/>She first saw the bed strewn with clothes, noted that she was in a dim stone room, the paintings that she passively looked at as she scanned around. The door was where she had guessed it to be from the sounds earlier, then she saw a woman. A very voluptuous woman. She began to realize, almost hesitantly as if she couldn't, or wouldn't, believe it, that there were several things amiss. Humans were never that curvey, or busty, humans never have horns unless they are like her and in their final incarnation and exceptionally wicked. She had a tail... and.... oh god...<br/><br/>Her mismatched crystalline eyes fell on the woman's hips and then followed the cleft of her pelvis to the huge appendage hanging there... oozing just slightly. She had never seen a cock before but knew that no human cock would ever be anything like that. She was looking at a succubus.<br/><br/>Her mind was almost numb at the realization. She hung there for one second, then almost two as her eyes slowly turned upward just slightly to see the demoness's amused and anticipating expression. All the stress and strain welled up in her and she could only let it out one way at this point. She screamed, struggling with renewed vigor against the bonds at her wrists.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>