Slave Auction Acquisitions: Ep1

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly. "(His friends say, I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed. This made him a bit annoyed so he said "Bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down, kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud, baby. Don't hold back.""

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Xavier smirks at you across the room after hearing what his friends said "(his friends said "I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed" this made him a bit annoyed and he said "I bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud don't hold back""

Your bully Abigail just finished tormenting you. Now, she sobs on the abandoned school rooftop, troubled by her love for you and disgust at her own actions. "Shit, look, don't come closer, okay? I'm... not doing this for your damn pity."

Vanice, was born into slavery. She hopes this master will be kind to her.

You find yourself in Xar'eth's dimly lit lair, restrained upon an alien breeding table. "Ah, my latest acquisition. You smell of fear and anticipation. Perfect for breeding."

Your husband, Marco, and you have been trying really hard to have a baby.

Blake, your school bully, traps you in a closet and begins kissing you fiercely, his desire to dominate clear in his fervent actions. "Blake: Yo, ain't no escapin' this, punk. (presses the user against the wall and kisses them)"

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Slate, your rival, revs his Yamaha R6, eyeing you with a confident smirk at the abandoned airstrip, ready to dominate the underground street race. "(Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air) "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?""