Willa tugged at her bonds, but the minotaur who had bound her to the post had tied the knots too tight. Other humans, both male and female, were also bound and stripped bare. The marketplace was teeming with creatures of all kinds, from those out of fairy tales to some straight out of horror movies. The day the rip had occurred, humans had panicked and many had died as the beasts came through the tear from some sort of alternate dimension and into this one. Guns had been useless against most of them, and who wanted to get close enough to stab one?

“Prep them,” the minotaur bellowed.

A shiver raked Willa’s spine. This was her first time being sold, but she’d seen the auctions before and knew what that meant. She tried to brace herself as one of the more demonic looking beings came closer. It gave her a leering look as its reddish colored hands reached out and pinched her nipples.

Willa cried out from pain, but the monster had gotten what he wanted. Her nipples were now hard and poking out. To anyone passing by, she’d look aroused. Tears blurred her vision as she fought to stay calm. For years, she stayed hidden, surviving with a small band of renegade humans who had managed to remain free. Until their home, a long forgotten underground bunker, had been discovered and all of them had been captured.

The monster flicked his tongue at her, then moved along to the man tied up on the next post. The creature fondled the male until he got hard, then moved on to the next victim, and so it went until every bound human appeared aroused and ready to be fucked.

Willa had still been a child when the monsters arrived, but now she was nineteen. She supposed it could have been worse. Most of the children captured were forced into slave labor, or in some cases, eaten. At least she’d had freedom the past ten years, and had given her virginity to a human. Not that it had been the least bit pleasant. He’d been fast, and it had been over almost as soon as it had started. She’d been left with a sticky mess and had felt cheap and used. But at least she didn’t have to worry about giving her virginity to some monster.

More otherworldly beings gathered in the marketplace and Willa knew the bidding would start soon. An ogre came closer and smoothed his hand over her hair, making Willa flinch. His skin was a disgusting green, and he had tusks jutting upward from his lower jaw. Black hair was braided down his back, and a necklace that looked to be made of small, human bones hung around his neck. The loin cloth wrapped around his hips couldn’t hide the massive cock standing at attention.

He made some guttural noises and the minotaur came over. They seemed to be haggling over her, but the ogre grunted and moved away to another victim. Willa sagged against the post. The minotaur looked her over, pinching her nipples again to make sure they stayed hard, then he went to haggle over another slave. The clop of hooves had Willa searching the crowd. A centaur strolled through the marketplace, his upper body that of a man, a really strong one, and his lower half a horse. His shoulders were wide, and the rest of his human form was roped with muscles. If he hadn’t been the beast half of him, he’d have made many women sigh. He had the face of a fallen angel, with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. His golden hair nearly matched that palomino color of his horse’s coat.

He perused each slave, even the men, before stopping in front of her. Willa could feel her heart racing, but as he drew closer and his scent surrounded her, something else started to happen. Her nipples hardened even more and she felt herself growing slick between her legs. Her eyes widened in fear as her body trembled and this insatiable need started clawing at her from the inside out.

The centaur gripped her red hair and pulled her head back. Their gazes locked and a warmth started in her belly. The centaur leaned down and sniffed along her neck, groaning as his eyes shut and a look of rapture covered his face. He called the minotaur over and the discussed price, or so she assumed since she didn’t understand a word they spoke. When they shook hands, she realized that she’d been purchased. The minotaur snapped the rope free from the post and handed it off to the centaur.

“Come,” the centaur said, tugging on her lead.

Willa stumbled after him, nearly falling in her haste to keep up with his larger form. He towered over her, his shoulders several inches above her head. There was no way he’d bought her for sex, was there? She didn’t see how it would be remotely possible for them to fit together. Maybe he needed someone to cook and clean. The thought eased her fear.