[Slave Auction] 3 (Soldiers and Female Commander)

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The country the man lives in has long since fallen.
Once, this kingdom called Trad was one of the most powerful among the many kingdoms of the Green River. At that time,
it possessed vast territory, a well-equipped military, high morale, and a prosperous and stable life for its people. But that era
is long gone. As the power of the royal family declined, lords and generals throughout Trad carved out their own territories .
Endless internal strife and conflict shattered the once-unified kingdom, making it increasingly weak and a veritable
land of war.
The man's name is Carter. Like his name suggests, he was an ordinary, unremarkable soldier,
fighting under the leadership of various warlords. Victory brought meager rewards, while defeat meant
death like weeds. Men like him were countless in this era of war; no one remembered their
names. People only remembered heroes, knights, generals, and lords.
In one battle, Carter's unit was used as cannon fodder by their commander. The entire formation withstood
a fierce attack from the enemy army. The man fought desperately, watching his soldiers fall one by one, howling
and screaming as their arms were chopped off, their throats pierced, and they died like mere cannon fodder. Their entire unit was
meant to be sacrificed. Realizing this, the man hid among the corpses, waiting for
his end with hatred and despair...
The White Dew Knights then launched a surprise attack from behind, not to save them, but simply as
part of their own strategy. The elite knights, having succeeded in their raid, tore through the enemy lines, decisively turning the tide of the battle. The man
crawled out of the corpses to find himself surrounded by his knights, including their leader, Marshana,
the renowned beautiful female knight.
"So there are deserters here too?" Marshana looked at the man emerging from the corpses, and the man could never
bear to see the contempt in her eyes.
Deserters? We should be the heroes of this battle! The White Dew Knights only succeeded in their
raid because we drew their fire. Our soldiers were killed like grasshoppers, while these knights are hailed as heroes. Carter
looked up at the blue-haired female knight in her gleaming silver armor. Noble birth, enviable beauty
, exceptional talent, and an extraordinary family background—this woman possessed all of this from birth, as if it were all her due
. The stark contrast between their human origins and the world's injustice fueled the man's resentment. Yet, no matter how much he resented it
, a soldier was still a soldier, a knight still a knight; nothing changed.
...
The man continued to enlist, for in this war-torn land, it was the only thing he could do. It wasn't for the
meager pay, but simply because he had no other way to live. In Trad, low-ranking soldiers like him
were often not loyal to a single warlord, as their cities constantly changed rulers.
Among the kingdom's warlords, there were those with fastidious principles like the White Dew Knights, and there were also those despicable and tyrannical warlords. For
Carter, joining those people might have been more comfortable. In an army with chaotic discipline, soldiers like him
could use the guise of combat to plunder villages and even rape villagers. Similarly, on the battlefield
, if they were lucky enough to survive, they could participate in the gang rape of enemy female soldiers, satisfying their lust.
For low-ranking soldiers like Carter, this was their entire life.
Perhaps due to his good fortune on the battlefield, Carter rose to the rank of squad leader, gaining his own subordinates.
However, he remained the same as before: drinking heavily before battles, abusing captured female soldiers after battles, and using the army's
prestige to plunder villagers and rape women.
For Carter, this was the taste of the battlefield. After a certain battle, while Carter and his squad
were cleaning up the battlefield, they captured several female soldiers. Despite the war and the country's own social climate,
the proportion of female soldiers in this country was high, so although rare, occasionally one could find a pretty young
woman among them.
Carter saw a group of soldiers surrounding a female
soldier with blond hair, wearing a standard soldier's helmet and armor. She was pinned in the center of the group.
"Hey, move yourself! Swallow it! If you don't want to die, let us fuck you!" The soldiers surrounded the female soldier
, taking turns violating her body and threatening her with violence. The female soldier let out helpless
cries, sandwiched between men, her mouth and vagina being violated and played with, her eyes filled with exhaustion
and pain.
Perhaps these female soldiers were also pitiful, but on the battlefield, the defeated were inevitably treated this way,
especially in this undisciplined unit. Post-battle gang rape was itself a reward for the soldiers. Watching
the female soldier being repeatedly violated, Carter was about to join in when he was drawn to even louder moans ahead.
It was an even larger gang rape; about six or seven surviving female soldiers were surrounded by more than twenty soldiers
. Their uniforms were torn to shreds, exposing their naked bodies and genitals. Some of them,
though not exactly beautiful, were driven by bestiality on this battlefield. Amidst the men's cries of pleasure,
gang rape had begun.
"Let me go, let me go! Stop doing this to me! Ah, ahhh!!"
"You bastards, let me go, ah, I'll kill you all! Ahhhhhh!!"
"I can't take it anymore, let me rest, please!!!"
"Shut up, stick your ass out, and I'll let you go once I've fucked you good."
"Want to rest? You defeated soldiers, do you think anyone can save you? Just wait and see what my cock tastes like, ha ha
ha ha."
"Hurry up, hurry up and get moving! Why is a female soldier with such big breasts? Why is she even on the battlefield?
Wouldn't it be better to be a prostitute? If you don't want to die, get fucked!"
The entire battlefield was filled with the female soldiers' cries of agony and the male soldiers' lust. In such an environment, venting and
despair were the eternal themes of war. Carter looked at the female soldiers who had been violated; several of them were indeed quite attractive
. Feeling aroused, he prepared to join them.
Then, a female knight in silver armor, riding a warhorse, charged forward.
"What are you doing? Abusing prisoners of war, especially female soldiers, is not allowed! That's an order!!" Marshana
jumped down, sword in hand, pointing at the sword with a threatening tone. The female knight commander's sharp words immediately stunned
everyone. The male soldiers looked at each other, some fearing her authority, others afraid of her strength. Regardless
, the gang rape of the female soldiers stopped.
Fat looked at the imposing female commander, his heart filled with resentment: Why should we,
the soldiers who survived the battlefield, be raped? This should be the reward for us! This noble female knight
understands nothing!
Despite this, the man had no other choice; as a soldier, he continued to serve on the battlefield. Until
that war occurred, when Marshana led the White Dew Knights to join the Shadow Lady Olivia's camp. Olivia, the Shadow
Lady, is a powerful female warlord who controls a region within the kingdom of Trad. Her family has been lords of the area for generations,
granting Olivia absolute control over her territory. As a means of rule, she is a
woman skilled in shadow magic. Originally, Olivia was one of the more stable warlords, but
after the collapse of the Kingdom of Trad, she clashed with the rapidly rising Archbishop Margaret of Holy Light.
The main battleground for their conflict was around the lawless city of Asera.
Olivia is a young single mother with a daughter named Edela, but no one knows
who the father is. Judging from their ages, Olivia clearly gave birth to
her daughter at a very young age. Inheriting her mother's shadow magic, Edela became a magical swordswoman, while also continuing her mother's proud and tyrannical personality. As the daughter of a lord, she governs 　　her territory
with an extremely arrogant and domineering style . 　　On the eve of that battle, Adela summoned the man to her camp and gave him a 　　shocking secret mission: to eliminate Marshana. The White Dew Knights, originally a royal knightly order, 　　joined the forces of Archbishop Margaret of Holy Light after the Black Tide. However, upon discovering that the Archbishop was merely using the royal name 　　to carve out a territory, they betrayed the order and joined Olivia's side. Adela, who had previously been wronged by Marshana's Knights 　　, distrusted the White Dew Knights and ordered their assassination on the battlefield. 　　However, Adela's order was to kill Marshana, while the man delivered the female knight commander 　　to the auction house in Ases. 　　... 　　At the Ases auction house, the man's bestial roars echoed continuously as a brutal rape of the Night's mistress 　　unfolded. Sandra, the elegant Night Noble, who had repeatedly repelled bounty hunters and possessed powerful shadow magic, 　　was tightly bound with ropes. Sandra was held in front of the muscular man Keith, her once elegant 　　lace dress torn in half, revealing her full breasts and alluring lower body. Her long legs were forcibly spread apart 　　and then raised high, bound to her arms. A rope was also tightly bound around her breasts 　　, the other end tied to her ankles. This meant Sandra was bound hand and foot in an extremely humiliating position 　　, her private parts completely exposed to the man's lewd gaze. 　　At this moment, Sandra was being violently penetrated by the bald, muscular Keith. Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from 　　making a sound, but from her unfocused eyes and the drool dripping from her mouth, it was clear that the once-mistress of the night 　　was on the verge of collapse from this man's ministrations. 　　"Hahaha, as expected of Boss Keith, he's already brought her to her eighth orgasm!" His subordinates below 　　cheered wildly. 　　“I can’t beat Boss Keane! I only managed to make this maid orgasm five times before I gave up!” Another subordinate 　　was fucking one of Sandra’s maids from behind. The maid, like Sandra, had a vacant look in her eyes, her maid 　　clothes almost completely stripped off, her breasts jiggling as she was being fucked, only able to make whimpering sounds. 　　“Master, I can’t take it anymore…” 　　As for another short-haired maid, she had been completely stripped naked and exhausted, collapsing to the ground, her disheveled lower body still 　　leaking vaginal fluid, and had already fainted. A mercenary was stomping on a maid’s snow-white buttocks: “I 　　couldn’t take it this time either. I only managed to make her orgasm four times in a row. Hehe, Boss is indeed Boss, his massive cock is truly extraordinary.” 　　Hearing his subordinate’s praise, Keane let out a triumphant cry. His penis, which had almost gone limp, 　　rose again under the extreme masculine power, pounding against the Night Mistress’s uterus. Exhausted from the continuous orgasms, 　　Sandra thought the mountain of flesh was finally going to rest, but unexpectedly, he rose again, his enormous 　　penis thrusting in and out once more. 　　"Ugh, ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!!" After multiple orgasms, Sandra, her mind already clouded, 　　let out another muffled groan. Her elegant body trembled from the intense intercourse, on the verge of 　　another climax. Another roar erupted from the crowd. 　　"Damn, the boss fucked her unconscious! Haha, serves her right! What kind of mistress of the night, what kind of noblewoman of the night? 　　Under our giant cocks, she's just like a prostitute being fucked to orgasm. Let's see what you're up to with your elegance!!!" 　　The laughter and mockery were deafening. 　　This man was none other than Iron-Piercing Keith? 　　Carter stopped, looking at the bald man in the auction hall. Keith, nicknamed "Steel Barrel," "Bald Mountain of Flesh," and "Rapist," 　　was a notorious female hunter in Ases. Female hunters were 　　bounty hunters who made a living by hunting women. This dark profession thrived on the war-torn banks of the Green River. 　　Many would offer bounties for women they desired, ranging from villagers and adventurers to female knights and lords 　　; the greater the risk, the higher the reward. However, the sight of noble women stripped naked and bound for 　　sexual exploitation attracted countless wealthy individuals who would spend their fortunes to acquire their prey. The high rewards, coupled with 　　primal male desires, drew many into the profession. 　　Keith was a master of this trade; he was said to have captured dozens of women of various professions 　　and backgrounds, making him a notorious female hunter. 　　Carter turned his head, fixing his gaze on another part of the auction house.

Marshana, the once noble captain of the White Dew Knights, was brought to the auction stage like a prostitute.
This time, she was specially made to wear the silver armor she wore as captain, though it was mostly torn to shreds, leaving her almost
half-naked on the stage. Her exposed breasts and legs, paired with the silver armor that served as proof of her captaincy,
made her appear both shameful and alluring.
"This is already a reduced price. If you still can't sell it, it'll be treated as a defective item.
What's there to be proud of? You're no longer a captain. Scream like a prostitute and sell yourself
," the trainer mocked from the side.
The captain, head bowed, initially remained silent, still retaining a knightly pride. Then, the trainer
lashed out with a whip, causing her to groan. A second lash followed, then a third.
Marshana, her body trembling from the blows, made no move to resist.
"Look, this female slave isn't resisting anymore. This time it's a huge discount! Come, come, everyone, are you interested?
The noble White Dew Knights' Commander, the Holy Knight, look at those breasts, that figure! Even at a huge discount, no one's buying?"
With that, he lashed the female commander's body with his whip.
Her breastplate was torn, revealing half a breast, the other half vaguely visible
. Her skirt was half-covered, and her stockings were torn; that half-concealed, half-revealed appearance was indeed alluring. Soon, some people were tempted.
"I..." someone was about to speak when Carter shouted.
"No, no, this woman is too dangerous. If we can't control her,
she might fight back and escape at any time. After all, she's a knight; she's not someone ordinary people can tame." Carter's loud rebuttal
caused a stir in the crowd.
Marshana looked up, staring at the soldier-like man before her with a questioning gaze, clearly not recognizing
him. This was natural; how could a female knight like her recognize an ordinary soldier on the battlefield?
But it was this natural sense of superiority that fueled the soldiers' anger even more.
"Then, shouldn't we just find a way to prevent her escape?" someone asked.
"That would mean keeping her tied up indefinitely, which is troublesome, isn't it? Or perhaps we could just cut her Achilles tendons so
she can't run?" Carter's words made the buyers unanimously agree, while the female commander stared wide-eyed, bewildered
as to why a complete stranger would utter such vicious words.
"Ah, no, no, no, that still won't work. After all, she was once the commander of the White Dew Knights. What if other members
want to rescue her, or other warlords want her? If someone buys her and then becomes the target of others,
wouldn't they be asking for trouble?" Suddenly, Carter shook his head and loudly proclaimed, as if putting on an act.
"Speaking of which, you were also once a member of the White Dew Knights, perhaps..." At this moment, a wealthy merchant beside him
, accompanied by a female slave, instantly changed his expression.
"No, Master, I've had no connection with the Knights since you bought me,"
the female knight, a former member of the Knights, pleaded fearfully.
"But, we can't help but worry," the wealthy merchant hesitated.
"Please believe me, don't sell me back here. I never want to be lined up by men again. I am your
eternal slave. I... I'll prove myself now." With that, the female slave knelt, allowing the merchant to remove her
shackles. Then, the female member of the Knights went up on stage and took the whip from the trainer.
"The White Dew Knights have been disbanded. Everyone is dead, and I've become a slave. No one will
save you!" Before the female captain could even respond, a whip lashed her body. "You
unwanted whore! Being with your master is much better than being with you. Look, master, your slave is
whipping this shameless captain! The slave is truly loyal!"
The whip continued, striking Marshana again and again. Then, another female slave
came up carrying a wooden bucket and poured urine over the captain, soaking her
completely.
"Yes, we have nothing to do with you anymore. Take back your pride and reserve!"
This person was also one of her former subordinates. Betrayed once again, Marshana was speechless with shock,
kneeling on the ground, reeking of urine.
"It stinks! Forget it, I won't buy it," someone said.
"Indeed, this female leader will cause a lot of trouble if we buy her, so let's not go for it."
"How can that be? This is already a huge discount, cheaper than ordinary female slaves. Such a beautiful
female leader, nobody wants her?" The auctioneer exclaimed in surprise.
"She's already been fucked to death, she's not worth this price." Carter stirred up the crowd below again.
"Disperse, disperse, a whore nobody wants, she can probably only be sold after being modified, right?"
"Modified? If she's modified, I'd like to see what this female leader will become. If it's interesting,
I'll buy her."
"That's right, if the modification is interesting, I'll buy her and play with her."
Looking at the excited and restless crowd below, an ominous premonition crept into his heart. At this moment, the auctioneer walked
over, shook his head and said, "It seems that even a huge discount won't sell her. There's no other way but to dispose of her as scrap."

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