Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-3293219-20140405211238

It was almost ‘show time’ and Cassius was preparing for his act as the cattle were unloaded out of their trucks and brought into the mansion, suited up, reshackled and put out for prime time. The high priced slaves are put in the pen by the stage, whereas the lower class slaves were put in cages, surrounding the crowd.

Cassius savoured the moment, waiting for the guests to arrive and for the auction to begin. He loved this moment, that build-up of adrenaline, that most found nerve wrecking. He stood there, like he was looking over the edge of a cliff, breathing in and out as he got ready to leap.

There was a knock at the door, interrupting his meditation.

“Come in.”

One of his guards stepped in, dressed in a fashionable black industrial era coat. All of them wore it as uniform, all of them dressed in black, like an ill omen. A formal look for the customers to behold and a look of dread for the stock…

"The guests have arrived and we're outfitting the stock, we've drawn in quite the crowd tonight."

"Excellent!" Cassius called out, throwing his arms into the air and grabbing his cane as he made his way to the front door of his dressing room. He walked past the guard and began his descent downstairs delighted at the size of the audience that had gathered around the stage.

He smiled as the stage hands began to place the equipment, that was needed and the livestock were dragged along by his guards, left behind the velvet curtain. He held most of them downstairs, where the guests could go, after the show, to try and buy the ‘cheap ones.’ Few did, as his best stock was displayed on stage. Bound and teary eyed, they were dragged to the front, for the pleasure of their betters, the rich and powerful. There they would stand as pitiable objects, where a price would be put on their freedom, their dignity and even their lives before they were dragged away and prepared.

The first bunch were the prostitutes, many came from far and wide, just to have a shot of earning one. If a beautiful Imperial, Breton or Redguard were to be captured, then Cassius would likely see a fat profit. Elves didn’t often see as much, except for Dunmer, who were more often than not, highly sought after.

He got a lot of special orders, from the khajit nobility and elite, he never understood why but he never questioned it either as they didn’t sell very well to the Imperials or Bretons at auction. As for beast races, few if any could admit to ever being aroused at the thought of an Argonian lover but like everything, they did get the odd request from the occasional bored Imperial noblewoman.

<p class="MsoNormal">After that, they had the labourers, then everyone would leave and they’d sell of the ‘special stock.’ These ones were sold, with no questions asked and they often ended up as a number of unpleasant things. Food, test subjects, dog food and even fertiliser…

<p class="MsoNormal">Cassius never wanted to know the gory details about them as he had heard stories about a group of organ harvesters, who were raided by the legion a few years ago. The stories haunted his dreams for weeks and Cassius is not an easy man to disgust, he’s seen it all over the years, he’s even created some disgusting sights as well.

<p class="MsoNormal">Cassius smiled as the lights darkened, the show was about to start…

<p class="MsoNormal">''Show time! ''He thought, with a smile as he stepped forward and got ready to take his place on stage.