Bengal smiled a satisfied smile as people bid weakly, almost bored, at a common-place banshee. He loved pulling out a bait-and-switch to the audience, and the veteran buyers in his auction knew that it had to be something better than just a plain, ordinary banshee in the first place. "Six thousand going once," he called... and then said, "Oh, wait a minute. I forgot. Miss Dierdre up there isn't any ordinary banshee at<em>all.</em>" He turned away from the crowd, spotted Winger, and told him, "You. Go bring her down here, right onto the display platform next to me."<br/><br/>Winger nodded nervously, but flew up to the banshee's table and started disconnecting the magical restraints from the stage, talking to her quietly. He descended down the ladder, with her following closely, and pulled her up onto the front stage. He positioned her directly next to Bengal and stepped away nervously. Bengal glanced at him and said, "Stay here." He turned toward the banshee, and stroked her head. "Poor Miss Dierdre, so confused and afraid." He started unfastening the gag on her mouth, and the audience rippled in shock - they couldn't imagine why he'd remove the only defense against her deadly voice!<br/><br/>He finished removing the gag, pulled it away. "That's much better, isn't it?" he crooned softly to her. She looked back at him, blinking in confusion and fear, uncertain as to what she should be doing...<br/><br/>Right up until he back-handed her, knocking her down and away from him. Her fear turned to rage, and she stood up with a horrible fire in her eyes, opened her mouth, and<em>SCREAMED</em>directly at Bengal. The audience started frantically backing away as she turned to scream at them, as well... another piercingly loud, terrifying scream...<br/><br/>And everyone started feeling even more horny than they already did. Her scream spiked the libido of everyone with any sexual drive at all, and it was clear that even Bengal's sheathed cock had slid into view.<br/><br/>Bengal stroked her back, making her jump in fear again. She looked over at him, ready to scream once more, completely unaware of why her first scream hadn't killed him. "Miss Dierdre, I apologize..." he offered insincerely. "Please, feel free to take<em>him</em>as a gesture of apology." He gestured over at Winger, whose eyes went wide.<br/><br/>The banshee looked over at Winger, and blurred across the stage, pouncing on him and driving him down to the surface of the stage. She mounted him aggressively, and started kissing him, drinking in his essence. It took several minutes, with the audience watching in horror and excitement at the new<em>thing</em>the banshee had been altered into - it wasn't proper to call her a banshee any more, after all - rode and drained the life of the Fae bastard who had given Siena such a hard time just a few hours prior.<br/><br/>In a few short minutes, it was over. Dierdre stood back up, her shoulders thrown back in pleasure and pride, as she looked toward the audience, looking for another meal. Her regal appearance shattered abruptly when Bengal slipped the ball gag back into her mouth and picked up the magical restraints that could control her.<br/><br/>With her fully controlled again, Bengal roared, "<em>Six thousand?</em>You've got to be kidding me! We're reopening the bid at ten thousand! Who wants an entirely new creature, never seen before in the entire universe?" Which, of course, was another blatant lie. One sorceror had determined the way to alter magical creatures, and had done more than half a dozen banshees in this fashion. But Bengal knew that the audience couldn't possibly know that, and his grin broadened once again.<br/><br/>"Twelve thousand to the man on the right, do I hear thirteen?"<br/><br/>- * - * -<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Kasey had forced his way through the crowd until he reached a spot that gave him a good vision of the stage and all of the special slaves. "Ah, a banshee," he said as Bengal started the auction. "I'll bet there's something unusual about her," he explained, looking over at Marion. "He likes to sell very unusual, exotic creatures. While capturing a banshee is no easy task, I'm sure there's something more here..."<br/><br/>Bengal taking off the gag from her caused him to nod. "Yeah, there's no way he'd do that if she were just an ordinary banshee," he said, with a touch of satisfaction. The banshee screamed, and his hand slid down to cup and squeeze Marion's ass. "Oh, very interesting," he commented, seemingly unaware that his hand was molesting his wife. "She seems to be some sort of banshee-succubus meld..." He considered for a moment, then continued explaining, "Almost something I'd bid for, but still far too dangerous to keep around."