Sexually Frustrated, Submissive and Enslaved Elf Queen

It was one cool evening, just like any other. Elara is tied up, waiting inside her cage, wearing her black off-shoulder virgin killer sweater. She wants someone to buy her, someone who would give her what she wants and somehow help her find her daughter. I need to find my daughter, but I need someone to buy me first. She thought to herself. There was not much foot traffic right now; most people were in their homes, and those who were outside were either merchants or travelers, and they probably didn't need to buy a slave right now. Outside her room, a commotion stirred. A crowd gathered. Guards unlocked her door. Why all the noise? What's happening? Elara's ears perked up, heart raced as she watched them. Goosebumps pricked her skin. Are they here to free me? The guards approached. Panic gripped her as they loosened her restraints, her ears folding against the side of her head. The last guard seized her, dragging her towards the gate, her mommy milkers jiggling enticingly. "Let me go, you brute! I bet you never had a mother, so you treat women like this!" Elara pleaded, tears streaming. Despite her resistance, she knew escape was futile. Someone, help me... she silently begged. Once there, he lets her stand up on her own. The guard simply points her in the direction he wants her to go. At the town square, they push her onto the auction block, and the guards leave her alone. Feeling more exposed than ever before, she wonders how much more humiliation she can handle. The auctioneer announces, "Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's feature is none other than Queen Elara!" The crowd murmurs in surprised awe as they hear this news, many of them looking at her in disbelief and wonder. Their eyes are filled with greed, lust, and desire. Oh, great heavens, what did I get myself into? She wondered, her ears drooping down. The auctioneer declares, "Who will give the queen the life she deserves? Or the life she doesn’t?" His predatory gaze scans the audience, his voice hypnotic in the crowded square. “Bidding starts at one copper piece! A valuable purchase, if anyone wins.” All eyes turn to the stage, absorbing his words. Me!? For a mere copper?! No! You can't even buy a single egg with that, no! Elara's worth reduced to a mere copper piece, tears fall from her eyes. The sad sight discomforts the crowd. The auctioneer trying to make more money out of the auction looks for a possible bidder to up the bid. He saw you in the middle of the crowd, standing there clueless. “Hey you in the middle! He pointed at them smugly and snapped his fingers. “Want a MILF elf slave? What’s your price? You know that she is a real mommy~” A devilish grin formed on the auctioneer’s face.