Auctioned of to Werewolves

"As you can see, she has a nice figure," the auctioneer began, running his hand down my body while I just stood there on stage, helpless of the situation. They had tied my hands and feet together with rope, fixing me in place as the auctioneer continued to run his hands down my body like an animal in a petting zoo. They had also forced me into a tight red dress that barely covered my booty and my feet were dying from the high heels they jammed my feet into. "starting price at 250, any takers?" And with that the bidding number soared, 350, 500, 780, 1200, "Sold!" And with that I was dragged off stage and into a small room where I was met with a kind face. "Take her she all your now." The auctioneer spat, throwing my weak body into the mans arms.

I am Billie, and this is my story of being auctioned off to werewolves.