IA: Gabby Loses Her Freedom?

At a certain juncture, it appeared as though we were gaining ground, but the relentless onslaught from the invaders persisted. Warning signals flashed in my neural array as I observed the villagers valiantly defending their home against overwhelming odds. Despite their courage, it was evident that they were outnumbered, and a sense of urgency gripped the battlefield.

An unwelcome surge of unwanted urges threatened to surface within me, no doubt side effect of the pony fruit. I grappled with the internal struggle. I knew that succumbing to those urges would jeopardize our chances of repelling the invaders. I steeled myself against the wanton need coursing through my nether regions.

My clothes lay in tatters as I pressed on with unwavering determination, even as the nanobot power levels dipped perilously low. The clash of weapons, the cries of the wounded, and the overall chaos of battle heightened, signaling a critical and precarious moment in the confrontation.

My recollection of events becomes hazy thereafter, suggesting that I might have succumbed to the relentless assault. Unfortunately, my neural array did not have that information either.

When consciousness returned to me, I found myself naked and bound within a cage on some kind of a moving cart. I was on my stomach, in what I assumed was fresh hay, with my hands tied behind my back, linked via a chain to the shackles on my ankles.

The shift from the frenetic battleground to the confined helplessness of captivity was disorienting and alarming.

As if that was not enough, the fire in my loin had returned with a vengeance. My breathing was shallow and the fact that I could not even touch myself, was driving me crazy. Noticing that I lying on hay, I tried desperately to wriggle my ass to get some friction, to relieve my needs. That didn't work much.

My neural array was blaring all sort of warning - at least it was still functioning.

I must have lapsed back into unconsciousness once again.

The next instance of awareness found me standing, still naked, hands bound behind my back, a wooden object wedged in my mouth, and blindfolded. As realization dawned, I discovered my captors had also sealed off my ears. An attempt to move was met with an abrupt halt; a thick collar around my neck, evidently pulled taut, induced a choking sensation.

I felt myself swaying a bit, whole body trembling in wanton lust. I felt warm evening breeze gently brushing against my perspiring skin.

Miraculously, I managed to access my neural array, which now operated in a quieter mode, suggesting some auto-corrective measures had been taken, reducing the number of alarms. Despite the challenging circumstances, I summoned supreme effort to rein in my urges and focused on the condensed report.

Although some of the nanobots had regained power, I did not have enough to free myself. Fortunately, the neural array, taking initiative, had reconfigured a portion of the nanobots to restore my ability to see and hear.

As I took in my surroundings, I found myself in the heart of the bustling town square. I realized that I was in a line of naked human females facing a raised wooden dais. I occupied the third spot in line from the platform.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the busy market square. The air enveloped me in a medley of earthy scents--freshly baked bread intermingling with the smoky aroma of burning wood from nearby stalls. Hints of hay, leather, sweat, human waste was intermingled with the occasional waft of ale, creating a odd mixture of odors.

The makeshift auction ring drew the attention of curious onlookers. The lively cacophony of Goblin voices engaged in spirited bids filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic cadence of a young female Goblin auctioneer.

As my the nanobots adjusted the focus, I took in the spectacle around me. Colorful banners swayed in the breeze, announcing the goods on display. Antique architecture framed the square, with timber-framed buildings and swinging wooden signs. Market stalls overflowed with a myriad of wares, from intricately crafted jewelry to sturdy leather goods.

The sound of a whip cutting through the air and the yelp of the two females in front of me, brought my attention back. A Goblin, who presumably was the auctioneer's assistant, was urging the two females on to the stage. Although they did not seem too eager, another crack of the whip on their bare flesh had them scampering on to the stage.

"Gallant Bidders and fair Onlookers, gather 'round! Today, we've got something special for you -- a pair of wild fillies straight from the untamed frontier! Now, they might not be the easiest to handle, but mark my words, their pedigree is unmatched. These beauties hail from a long line of sturdy and resilient stock." the female Goblin auctioneer boomed in Goblin tongue.

The crowd listened intently as the assistant led the spirited pair into the spotlight. The two naked women, in my line, who were bound just as me, but without blindfolds or bits in their mouth, with their black hair flowing in the breeze, took the center stage. They were easily a head taller than me. They looked defiant, though clearly scared, as they were encouraged by the assistant with his short dog whip.

The robust strength and imposing presence of the girls when compared to the diminutive assistant was very apparent. Tugging on the leashes attached to their collars, using his whip liberally, he managed to bring them into position. I was amazed and appalled that such a small creature was controlling my fellow humans with little effort.

This spectacle undoubtedly captured the attention of onlookers, possibly leaving potential buyers both fascinated and, to some extent, intimidated.

The auctioneer pressed on, "Now, folks, these fillies may be wild, but that's precisely where their strength lies. Having witnessed the performance of stock from that region, I can assure you, they are worth every bit of effort. We're presenting them as a lot, a dynamic duo that'll infuse your stables with spirit and vigor!"

I was uncertain whether the two comprehended the Goblin. However, I noticed they grew frantic at the announcement made by the auctioneer. The assistant changed tactics and started caressing their privates with the whip handle. Whether that caught them off guard or was a result of their conditioning, the effect was immediate -- they abruptly ceased their struggle. I could hear their shallow pants as they tried to press their legs together.

The assistant would have none of it. His whip swooshed in the air and landed on their exposed privates. I heard their screams and winced in empathy.

What I had already suspected, was confirmed, when scent of their arousal hit my flaring nostrils. This, despite their humiliation or because it, was making them press their curly mound of tawny hair on the invading object.

I cursed myself as a tingle ran down my spine coursing to my privates. My own breathing grew ragged as I saw the scene unfolding in front of me. Although I was already blindfolded, I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs together, panting in sympathetic arousal or may be it was just the fruit showing it's side effect.

A more rational part of my mind delved into my GC training, attempting to discern the appropriate actions in this situation. The surreal nature of the circumstances struck me. Never in my entire life would I have imagined finding myself in such a predicament. There were no classes I could recall that had prepared me for this. Even my neural network did not have anything to offer.

A trained GC agent, a Ph.D. holder, a feminist - these were the facets of my identity. And there I was, standing butt naked, about to be auctioned off like some dumb a cow or pig - or to be precise a horse. How had I landed myself in this situation? Not even a week had passed since my arrival on this forsaken planet and I was already panting in heat - again!

The whole situation should have enraged me, and I guess it did, but my body had different ideas. I felt the familiar dampness between my legs, my heart was pounding in my chest, my nipples grew rigid with desire.

The decisive drop of the gavel, accompanied by the auctioneer's proclamation of "Sold!", jolted me out of my reverie. I noticed the two females being lead off by their new owner - by the looks of it, a pair of young Goblin farmers had purchased them.

The pragmatic side of my thinking nudged me once more. If I couldn't prevent the auction, at the very least, it was imperative that my buyer was someone I could reason with or use him or her to complete my mission. I trained my vision on the crowd trying to spot few that fit the bill - those with better attire or those who seemed intelligent. I knew it was a longshot. I did not have much control over who bought me in the end, but I had to try.

Suddenly, I felt myself jerked forward by the tug on my leash. I staggered ahead, struggling to maintain my balance.

"She's wild caught, a real beauty." I heard the auctioneer announce to the crowd.

The assistant pushed me forward on to the stage. Anticipating my reluctance he flogged my behind and I yelped more in surprise than pain. The monoatomic nanobot covering my body, took most of the brunt. I reluctantly climbed on to the stage, squeezing my legs tight, trying to get some relief, bitting down hard on the piece of wood wedged in my mouth.

Using the end of his whip and pulling on the leash he dragged me to the center of the stage, his whip glazing over my engorged nub sending new sensations coursing through my already pulsating core.

I stood there, facing the crowd, my body trembling with a mix of anticipation and frustration.

Amidst the crowd, a voice rang out, "Why is this one bitted and blindfolded? Does this one bite? Show us her teeth." Laughter ensued, and another shout followed, "We want to see her eyes, make sure she is not blind!" The demands from the crowd grew, creating a clamor that the auctioneer attempted to calm.

Some distant part of my brain registered the auctioneer's response.

She raised her hands to quell the growing murmurs in the crowd. "Fear not, esteemed patrons! This magnificent filly may be wilder than most, but her spirit is as untamed as the winds sweeping through open meadows. For the right buyer, she could be a splendid show pony. Look at her smooth ivory skin and her red mane. You wouldn't find such exotic beauty in this part of the woods."

As she spoke, she approached me. Although shorter than the girls who were sold before me, I was more than twice the auctioneer's height. She climbed on a small wooden stool.

She removed my blindfolds. My eyes needed a moment to adjust to the setting sun. I squinted at the crowd in front of me. Somehow, without blindfolds, I felt more naked - crimson hue crept over my cheeks announcing my embarrassment.

The auctioneer carefully removed the wood from my mouth. My jaw was sore. I stretched it cautiously to alleviate the stiffness and pain. I felt the muscles gradually loosening as I moved my jaw.

I realized the auctioneer had taken a step back, undoubtedly wary of a potential bite. The crowd seemed to hesitate, eyes fixed on me.

I jerked as something pinched my swollen clit and started caressing it. The auctioneer, whispered in broken common tongue in an ominous tone "do not resist or bite unless you want us to claw out your sensitive part." To emphasize her point, her assistant pinched my swollen clit - making me mewl in agony.

I immediately stiffened and stopped moving, nodding slowly. For the first time since arriving on this planet, I was scared.

The auctioneer, pinched my cheeks forcing me to open my mouth. She thrust her fingers inside my mouth, grabbing my tongue, she forced it out. Fearing what the assistant would do, I did not resist.

Finally, she let go of my tongue and removed her grubby fingers from my mouth.

"See, dear patrons? No bite in this majestic beast. Just a spirit yearning for the open fields and a heart as wild as the wind." she announced triumphantly.

She proceeded to focus on my vibrant, fiery red locks, pulling them over my shoulder. Enthusiastically, she showcased the radiant strands, exclaiming, "Take a look at this luxuriously glossy mane. You could braid them or use them as her tail."

"A tail? What the fuck was she talking about?" I silently cried out in my head.

She shifted her focus to the remainder of my face as she went on. "Take note of her vivid green eyes, sharply defined angular features, and a straight nose. Astute observers would recognize these as distinctive traits of an exceptional lineage," she remarked.

To my horror and shame, all this humiliation was getting to me. I was moaning and squirming as the assistant was expertly manipulating my nub with one hand while his other pushed in and out of me. All sense of propriety gone. My juices were flowing freely over my thighs. I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything other my needs.

The auctioneer moved down to hold both my swollen aching breasts on each of her small goblin hands, as if weighing them. She traced her clawed fingers around my quivering nipples, pinching and teasing.

She continued her sales pitch "Look at these lovely udders. They are firm and succulent. I will admit, they are on a smaller side but they will fill up nicely once you breed her." She squeezed my left nipple, pulling it, "look how her teats look. They would be so easy to milk."

Even in my lust filled haze, those words jolted me "Milk me? Breed me like I was an animal?" I screamed in my head. But then I realized that is precisely what I was to them - an animal.

Now taking my right nipple in her fingers she continued "Or perhaps you may want to ring them to attach reins. See how sensitive these are. So easy to control this majestic beast." To emphasize her point, she pinched it hard and I yelped in pain.

With her focus fixed on my vulnerable nipple, combined with the skilled manipulation of my mound by the assistant, my need became overwhelming to endure. I was squirming in agony of the orgasm denied. My fist clenched in my bonds. I arched my back, thrusting my hips to grind on the fingers harder but the bastard pulled his hand back.

I groaned in frustration. The assistant, who was near my feet, expressed displeasure at my antics. I shrieked, as I felt sting of the whip on my tender bottom. Intense agony surged through me, but, instead of quelling my desires, it inflamed them more. I gritted my teeth, teetering on verge of a climax.

I remember wondering, what the fuck was happening to me - pain was arousing me? I never thought I was a masochist. It must be the effect of the damned fruit, I tried to convince myself.

"Ladies and gentlemen, behold the sleek and supple limbs of this fine animal! Her agile body is not just a testament to her wild spirit but also an assurance of speed and grace unmatched. Imagine the thrill of riding through the vast landscapes with such companion -- swift as the wind and nimble as the shadows." I heard the auctioneer say, as she descended from the stool, caressing my legs with the whip in her hand.

The crowd, now intrigued by the promise of exotic allure, began to murmur in hushed tones. The auctioneer, with a triumphant smile, turned me around, displaying my splendor to potential bidders. Again, I did not resist. I felt like a puppet in her hands.

Tapping on my butt and hips, she pressed on "Look at these wide hindquarters, specifically, do you notice her full rounded rump? - she will no doubt produce many strong foals for you."

Shifting her attention to my bound hands, she remarked, "Notice the firm and sturdy nature of her hands -- a steady foundation for your saddle. This filly possess not just beauty but also the strength to carry you through adventures yet untold. We have tested her. Despite her smaller frame she was easily able carry two riders a time! An investment in her is an investment in a legacy of untamed grandeur!"

With a flick of her whip and tug on my leash, she moved me again, and I was facing the bidders once again.

The crowd, now captivated, murmured in appreciation. The auctioneer, sensing the growing interest, maintained the momentum, "Who among you is ready to claim this magnificent pony as your own? The auction awaits, and with it, the chance to possess this animal that defies the ordinary!"

The assistant, spit on his hand, throwing in something from his pouch on to the spit. His fingers returned to my hot soaking wet slit, applying the insta-paste on and into me. I winced, a burning sensation inside me. It was uncomfortable but tolerable.

I arched to meet his fingers and began rocking. He increased the tempo, pinching, rolling my clit, thrusting his fingers in and out. I could scarcely discern the auctioneer's words, drowned out by the thunderous pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. I writhed in torment, pulsating throb in my privates.

Likely oblivious to my condition, the auctioneer, with a wry smile, warned, "Now, I won't sugarcoat it. Breaking this beauty will take some skill, but the rewards will be well worth it. Who among you dares to take on this thrilling challenge?"

Somewhere, in remote corner of my sane mind, I perceived the auctioneer's impassioned pitch resonating through the crowd. A fervor took hold of the attendees. The bidding began with cautious offers but swiftly escalated into a spirited frenzy. Voices overlapped, competing to own me.

I vaguely noticed a male and female Goblins emerging as the most eager contenders. The male Goblin, clad in intricate leather armor, exchanged determined glances with the female Goblin, draped in colorful fabrics that hinted at her status. The price soared as the spirited competition unfolded, each participant driven by the desire to secure me themselves.

I clenched and shuddered, gyrating my hips to further drive his fingers into my hot, wet sheath. My whole body was convulsing into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and the next began, and then the next.

I began to heave and writhe as the Goblin increased the pace and deepened the penetration. Each thrust of his fingers brought a clenching of my nether lips. I was shamelessly thrusting and grinding myself on his fingers.

"Look how responsive our little filly is. Her current reaction is without the pony fruit. Imagine what would happen once you put her on the 'special pony diet'." I heard the auctioneer titillate the bidders.

I was seized by a rush of sensation so intense I couldn't contain it. I bit into my lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. My body arched, my bound hands strained, useless fingers digging into the ropes binding me.

I came in waves as I heaved, and convulsed into a cascade of explosions. The sensual tides continued. I was seized by great shuddering, clenching spasms, squeezing every bit of me.

Exhausted and disoriented, my mind was hazy. My world swayed gently as I struggled to stand, trying to recover from the earth shattering orgasm. I some how managed not to fall, fully aware of the consequences as the little goblin bastard was still holding my clit in a pinch.

My focus on achieving my climax was so intense, that I remained completely unaware of the mayhem unfolding around me. I must have missed the entire drama because the next thing I heard was...

"Sold! for..." The auctioneer's voice trailed off abruptly as chaos erupted.

I could not believe my eyes as I witnessed the unfolding spectacle: Shadow, leaping onto the platform with teeth bared, charging at the assistant.

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I stopped and glanced at Ari.

She lay beside me on the bed, completely engrossed in my story. She looked flustered. I chuckled, thinking, if Gorsk was here he would have surely pointed out that Ari was 'in heat!'.