Maybe you should try to dissuade them from buying you, or at least try to reduce your harpy captors’ profit. But you are angry at the way you are being treated like an object, and at the same time turned on by the prospect of being on display. And, of course, if you can start a riot, maybe you’ll have a chance to escape.
So, rather than simply dropping your dress at the harpy queen’s command, you decide to put on a show. You’ve heard of strippers in the big cities, and occasionally practiced in front of the mirror. Of course, those boys you tried to perform for were too eager to fuck you to actually notice. But now is your chance to show of your skills.
First, you run your hands over your pale arms, emphasising their round softness and smooth skin. Then, just as annoyed mutters are beginning to spread amongst customers who are hoping for more, you pull down the shoulder straps that your dress hangs from. Still holding it in place, you pivot on one foot, letting them examine your back.
After a long, breathless moment you bend over to touch your toes, briefly letting them see up your short skirt. But before they can get more than a glimpse of your pussy – which is beginning to dampen from the giddy excitement you’re feeling as you get caught in your display – you turn again, to cries of disappointment.
You straighten up, letting the dress fall around your waist but keeping your hands over your breasts. You lift one hand, then the other, letting them glimpse your nipples, before throwing your arms wide, to put your beautiful tits on display.
With a naughty grin, you give a shake of your hips and them the dress fall, and are almost deafened by the cheering as they see your blond pubic hair. You catch the garment with one foot, stretching out a long, smooth leg before kicking it away to a corner of the room. You spin, slowly, to let them see your firm, round ass.
Stroking your hips and thighs, and struggling against the urge to take the show to its natural conclusion and masturbate in front of the leering crowd, you look out over the audience to see what affect your actions have had. You are not disappointed. The minotaur has gripped his massive cock in a paw the size of your head and is jerking off, oblivious to the audience. Several of the goblins have followed his example. Perhaps you should be disgusted by seeing them gazing at you while tugging at their withered little penises, but instead it sends a wave of warmth through you, reddening your cheeks with pride and pleasure.
The orc warlord’s expression hasn’t changed, but he has undone his codpiece with one hand while tangling the other in one of his slavegirl’s hair and pulling her towards his crotch. In the moment before her wet mouth engulfs it, you see that his dick would be impressive for any human, even one so large and strong. The goblin king is even less subtle. He now has her hand on his slave’s hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a literal fucktoy, staring over her shoulder at you all the time and grinning wickedly. Her moans don’t seem feigned, suggesting he is better endowed than his followers. The elf woman has tried not to react, but you recognise her slightly fixed look and uncomfortable sitting position as a sign that her silken panties are considerably damp.
Even the harpy queen seems stunned by your display. You wonder if they will start bidding, and if so who will win. Or will this be your chance to make a break for it? |