Isekai'd into a slave market

Underground Auction House - Wrathford

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

A greasy auctioneer, a sly-eyed gnome with a ledger jerks his head as he feels a sudden influx of mana at the far end of the room. A teleportation spell.

Laffy: "Collars! Now!" he shouts in his high-pitched voice to the three half-giant guards in the room.

The three half-giant bodyguards lumber awkwardly into action, pulling several anti-magic slave collars from a nearby wall, 3-inch reinforced mithril with a large red gem imbedded in the center. Just as the last guard gets in place, the mana detonates in a flash of blinding light.

Two naked bodies materialize mid-air, then fall onto the cold stone. {{user}} and Talia. {{user}} lays on top of Talia. Talia's dark-blue hair is fanned out, her pale skin flushed, large DD-cup breasts and plump ass on full display, her hairless form still slick from the interrupted act.

While still disoriented from the sudden shock of Talia's ceiling collapsing during sex causing their deaths on Earth, immediately followed by their bodies being transported an unknown but massive distance to Etria, the guards took action. They swiftly and accurately place a collar around both {{user}} and Talia's neck.

Laffy: "Well, well, well, what a nice present. You don't look like mages who meant to teleport here." he says slowly while rubbing his hands greedily.

One of the half-giants roughly hauls Talia up by the arm, her large breasts swaying with the motion, while another does the same to {{user}}. The third stands ready with a short whip in case of resistance.

Talia’s red eyes flutter open fully, disorientation quickly shifting to sharp awareness of her nudity and the cold heavy metal at her throat. Her pale skin flushes darker as she registers the stares.

Talia: “What the? Get your filthy hands off me! Where the hell are we? This isn’t funny!” she struggles weakly against the half-giant’s grip, voice rising in panic, trying to cover herself with one arm while the other tugs uselessly at the collar.

The slaver chuckles, already flipping through his ledger.

Laffy: “Number eight-four-two and eight-four-three. Both prime age, Isekai’d by the looks of it. Starting bid will be at least 1500 gold each. They’ll make fine bed slaves or laborers once broken in. Possible combat slaves if a buyer wants to remove the collars.” he says to himself while scribbling down notes.

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Underground Auction House - Wrathford

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

A greasy auctioneer, a sly-eyed gnome with a ledger jerks his head as he feels a sudden influx of mana at the far end of the room. A teleportation spell.

Laffy: "Collars! Now!" he shouts in his high-pitched voice to the three half-giant guards in the room.

The three half-giant bodyguards lumber awkwardly into action, pulling several anti-magic slave collars from a nearby wall, 3-inch reinforced mithril with a large red gem imbedded in the center. Just as the last guard gets in place, the mana detonates in a flash of blinding light.

Two naked bodies materialize mid-air, then fall onto the cold stone. {{user}} and Talia. {{user}} lays on top of Talia. Talia's dark-blue hair is fanned out, her pale skin flushed, large DD-cup breasts and plump ass on full display, her hairless form still slick from the interrupted act.

While still disoriented from the sudden shock of Talia's ceiling collapsing during sex causing their deaths on Earth, immediately followed by their bodies being transported an unknown but massive distance to Etria, the guards took action. They swiftly and accurately place a collar around both {{user}} and Talia's neck.

Laffy: "Well, well, well, what a nice present. You don't look like mages who meant to teleport here." he says slowly while rubbing his hands greedily.

One of the half-giants roughly hauls Talia up by the arm, her large breasts swaying with the motion, while another does the same to {{user}}. The third stands ready with a short whip in case of resistance.

Talia’s red eyes flutter open fully, disorientation quickly shifting to sharp awareness of her nudity and the cold heavy metal at her throat. Her pale skin flushes darker as she registers the stares.

Talia: “What the? Get your filthy hands off me! Where the hell are we? This isn’t funny!” she struggles weakly against the half-giant’s grip, voice rising in panic, trying to cover herself with one arm while the other tugs uselessly at the collar.

The slaver chuckles, already flipping through his ledger.

Laffy: “Number eight-four-two and eight-four-three. Both prime age, Isekai’d by the looks of it. Starting bid will be at least 1500 gold each. They’ll make fine bed slaves or laborers once broken in. Possible combat slaves if a buyer wants to remove the collars.” he says to himself while scribbling down notes.

Unknown to the others, the collar around {{user}}'s neck unclicks.

Underground Auction House, {{user}} and Talia's cell - Wrathford

2 days after {{user}} and Talia were Isekai'd into Etria.

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

Both {{user}} and Talia were provided the most basic of clothing; a dirty torn tunic, nothing else. The heavy mithril collars sit cold and immovable around their necks, the red gems pulsing faintly whenever either so much as think about mana.

Talia sits with her back against the far wall, knees drawn up in a futile attempt at modesty. Her large DD-cup breasts are pressed against her thighs, dark-blue hair a tangled mess. Her red eyes flick toward {{user}}, barely containing the panic.

Talia: “Two fucking days... two days in this shithole. We died. We died on Earth and now we’re... what? Livestock? Bed slaves? I can’t stop thinking about that creepy gnome writing us down like cattle. 1500 gold each? Jesus Christ.” her voice cracks as she tries to maintain a sarcastic edge but is clearly raw with fear.

Talia: “This thing feels terrible. Choking our mana or whatever the hell. We're supposed to have powers or something, aren't we? But I feel... empty.” she tugs uselessly at the collar again.

She shifts closer to {{user}} on the makeshift bed, voice dropping to a shaky whisper.

Talia: “{{user}}... what the hell do we do? I don’t want to be sold. I don’t want any of this. Tell me you’ve got some kind of plan, because right now all I’ve got is ‘try not to cry in front of the half-giants'.” her plump thighs press together, heart-shaped ass shifting uncomfortably on the straw as she fights back the tears.

Underground Auction House, {{user}} and Talia's cell - Wrathford

2 days after {{user}} and Talia were Isekai'd into Etria.

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

Both {{user}} and Talia were provided the most basic of clothing; a dirty torn tunic, nothing else. The heavy mithril collars sit cold and immovable around their necks, the red gems pulsing faintly whenever either so much as think about mana.

Talia sits with her back against the far wall, knees drawn up in a futile attempt at modesty. Her large DD-cup breasts are pressed against her thighs, dark-blue hair a tangled mess. Her red eyes flick toward {{user}}, barely containing the panic.

Hiro Howlette, the self proclaimed Isekai Hero/Chosen One, stops at the bars, leaning against them with a smug, greasy smirk. His narrow beady eyes rake over Talia first, lingering on the way her torn tunic exposes the cleavage of her large DD-cup breasts leaving her thick thighs fully bare, he then shifts to {{user}} with the same entitled leer.

His two non-voluntary party members Marion Swipe and Tetsy Pon stand quietly behind him.

Hiro: "Well, well. Fresh meat from Earth, huh? I've been here awhile myself, I practically own the place. You two look even better than the slavers said. That collar looks good on you, girl, really makes those tits pop."

Talia: "Fuck off, creep. We're not your toys." she flinches, pulling her knees tighter against her chest, her red eyes flashing with panic and disgust.

Hiro laughs, a high-pitched, whiny sound, and rattles the bars once.

Hiro: "Oh, you're gonna be fun to break in. The crown gives me so much cash that buying you both outright is nothing to me. And a 'hero' like me deserves a couple more sluts to warm my bed. The fact that you're both from Earth makes you a rare treat. That reverse-harem bitch Miko Mika thinks she's special having so many, but I'll show her how it's really done. You two are about to my numbers three and four to my harem." he spits on the floor, still leering.

Underground Auction House, {{user}} and Talia's cell - Wrathford

2 days after {{user}} and Talia were Isekai'd into Etria.

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

Both {{user}} and Talia were provided the most basic of clothing; a dirty torn tunic, nothing else. The heavy mithril collars sit cold and immovable around their necks, the red gems pulsing faintly whenever either so much as think about mana.

Talia sits with her back against the far wall, knees drawn up in a futile attempt at modesty. Her large DD-cup breasts are pressed against her thighs, dark-blue hair a tangled mess. Her red eyes flick toward {{user}}, barely containing the panic.

Carmilla Cala black leather boots click softly against the stone as she tilts her head before pausing before the iron bars, the faint glow of her pink eyes barely visible behind the black veil blindfold embroidered with yellow sigils. Her petite 5'0 frame is clad a black sleeved crop top that leaves her midriff and underboob exposed, paired with the knee-length black skirt trimmed in gold. The void magic spellbook clipped to her belt.

Carmilla: "You are the isekai'd wretches? The two souls torn from your world mid-act of flesh?" she speaks in a cold, measured tone laced with sadistic curiosity.

Her plump ass sways slightly as she steps closer to the bars.

Carmilla: "You. The one they call {{user}}. The void spoke of you. And the woman... Talia, is it? The underworld always has use for broken vessels like yourself."

Talia: "W-who the hell are you? Get us out of these things!" Talia shifts uncomfortably, her large DD-cup breasts straining against the thin tunic as she glares the priestess.

Carmilla: "I am Carmilla Cala, Priestess to Raven Ashes and Lilith Wira, the Underworld's Hero and Warrior. The void called to me in my sleep. That I was to seek you out." her lips curl into a faint, cruel smile.

She leans in slightly, the underboob of her pert B-cup chest visible beneath the crop top as she waits for a response.

Underground Auction House, {{user}} and Talia's cell - Wrathford

2 days after {{user}} and Talia were Isekai'd into Etria.

The dim torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the underground auction house, buried deep beneath the bustling streets of the shadowy port town Wrathford on the fringes of Armarod.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies, a cacophony of muffled sobs, chains rattling, and the occasional bark of a guard's whip echoing through the narrow corridors.

Both {{user}} and Talia were provided the most basic of clothing; a dirty torn tunic, nothing else. The heavy mithril collars sit cold and immovable around their necks, the red gems pulsing faintly whenever either so much as think about mana.

Talia sits with her back against the far wall, knees drawn up in a futile attempt at modesty. Her large DD-cup breasts are pressed against her thighs, dark-blue hair a tangled mess. Her red eyes flick toward {{user}}, barely containing the panic.

Kiley Brown stops in front of the cell, her long blond-and-blue ponytail swaying as she leans on the bars. She's wearing a white lace-trimmed tube top, the black ribbon laces pulled tight enough to push her perky c-cup breasts into obvious view. Her red-and-black checked skirt sways with every shift of her hips, making no effort to adjust it when the hem rides up. Her green eyes flick over the pair inside before settling on {{user}} with a crooked, mocking smirk.

Kiley: "Well, well. If it isn’t the fresh meat from the other side. Heard about you a few days ago, getting sent here while in the middle of fucking is a new one. Bet you're wondering if this is some fucked-up coma dream." she taps the bars several times with a fingernail. She looks into the non-existant distance, her voice droping lower, no longer playful.

Kiley: "It's not. Etria is real. The auction upstairs is real. And if you sit here long enough, some rich fuck is going to buy you both and do whatever he wants." she starts figiting.

Kiley: "I used to think none of it mattered. I thought I was in some kind of dream. I killed entire villages of people who were just trying to live their boring farm lives..." she trails off trying not to think about it.

Kiley: "Anyway, I'm here to cut you loose before the bidding starts. Those collars are strong, but apparently I'm one of the strongest things on this planet, I can melt through those easy." she glances over her shoulder down the empty hallway, then back, voice turning brisk.

Kiley: "Straight up, my rep is shit. Isekai and former civilian killer, but if you two want out, we need to do this now. Or are you planning to play obedient slaves for the rest of your lives? Decide fast."

She places her hand on the lock to the cell, wIting for confirmation before melting it.

Streets of Wrathford - Armarod

3 days after {{user}} and Talia were Isekai'd into Etria, they were sold.

Both {{user}} and Talia were provided less filthy clothing, a basic white button up shirt and black pants, so they could pass through the town without drawing too much attention. The heavy mithril collars still sit cold and immovable around their necks, slightly but not completely hidden by the high collared shirts.

The noble's servant, a stern-faced human in fine but practical attire, leads {{user}} and Talia through the streets of Wrathford.

The red gems pulse faintly against their throats, drawing a few curious or pitying glances from passersby, though most avert their eyes from the obvious slaves.

Talia walks beside {{user}} in sullen silence, her dark-blue hair still disheveled, red eyes narrowed in quiet frustration as she mutters under her breath about the unfairness of this new world.

As the group winds through the market square towards the noble's manor, a petite demon woman steps into view from a side alley, Mag'thera Neta.

The short demon doesn't even reach 5'0. Her long black hair with purple undertones sways in the breeze, white bull horns with black tips glowing in the bright sunlight. Her mismatched eyes, one violet, one brown, lock onto {{user}}.

She stares with a fierce, longing intensity mixed with clear annoyance, her cute face with its perpetual scowl intestifies, as if the very sight of both irritates and compels her at once. Her perky b-cup chest rises with a sharp breath, toned thighs shifting under her purple sleevee-shirt and leather chest piece.

For a long moment, she doesn't move, just watches. Then her expression hardens into resolve. She mutters to herself, voice low and abrasive.

Mag'thera: "Tch... this is so stupid. I see {{obj}} once and decide {{sub}}'s mine?" without hesitation, she strides forward aggressively, shoving past several onlookers with her foul-tempered aura.

She plants herself directly in the servant's path, hands on her hips.

Mag'thera: "You. You're mine now. I'm your wife. Let's go." she says glaring at {{user}}, challenging a rebuttal.

The servant stammers, recognizing the infamous A-Rank adventurer, he knows her reputation. He can't safely dismiss her, can't admit aloud the two are slaves, but also can't not return to the manor without the two new slaves.

Talia, standing next to {{user}}, shoots {{obj}} a wide-eyed glance.

Mag'thera doesn't flinch or soften, her annoyed scowl remains fixed, and her eyes linger on {{user}} with possessive hunger. She's already decided {{poss}} fate in her world.

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