Chapter 1

Sia's heart raced as she stood exposed on the auction block, her once-proud body now the object of desire for a crowd of lustful onlookers. Captured weeks ago and forced into the life of a slave in ancient Rome, she found herself stripped of her clothing, her dignity, and her hope for freedom.

Her golden skin shimmered beneath the dim light of the auction house, the suppleness of her flesh hinting at her former life of comfort and indulgence. Her dark, fearful eyes darted around the room, searching for any hint of compassion in the faces of those who would seek to possess her.

As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the seductive sway of her hips captured the gaze of many in the room. Sia's full, round buttocks seemed to call out for a touch, their soft flesh just begging to be squeezed and caressed. Her ample breasts, too, drew the attention of the crowd, their voluptuous weight swaying slightly with each of her movements, the nipples hardening in the cool air.

Her slightly rounded belly only added to her allure, the gentle curve of her abdomen accentuating her womanly charms. Weighing about 55kg, Sia's body was not fat but instead boasted desirable curves in all the right places.

As the slavers paraded her before the crowd, their rough hands lingered on her most intimate areas, the lascivious attention only serving to heighten the degrading spectacle. One of the slavers, a burly man with a wicked grin, gripped her buttock firmly, his fingers digging into the tender flesh.

"Look at this one," he growled, his voice dripping with desire, "Her ass is so soft and pliable, just perfect for our pleasure. You won't find a more enticing specimen."

Another slaver reached out, his hand cupping her breast, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh before giving the nipple a playful tweak. "And these," he said, his voice low and sultry, "So full and ripe, just waiting to be devoured."

The third slaver, unable to resist the temptation, ran his hand along the curve of her belly, fingers lightly tracing the soft flesh. "And this... this delicate curve is just the beginning of what we could create."

Sia fought to hold back tears, her cheeks burning with humiliation as the slavers' words seemed to sear themselves into her soul. She longed for escape, for some semblance of the life she had once known, but deep down she knew that she was now a mere plaything, a captive to their lascivious desires.

As the bidding began, the tension in the room grew, each of the potential buyers eager to possess this exquisite creature and bend her to their will. With each bid, Sia felt her hope for freedom slipping further and further away, until at last she found herself sold to a tall, handsome man named Matthew.

As he approached the auction block, his dark eyes filled with an insatiable hunger that seemed to pierce her very soul, Sia couldn't help but shudder with a mixture of fear and curiosity. What did this man want with her, and what desires would he seek to indulge now that she belonged to him?