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disgrace of it all caused her to cry out behind her gag.
    “So responsive,” he said with a chuckle before letting her go to sweep the veil of her long hair back behind her shoulders, removing what little modesty it provided and giving all the possible buyers an unhindered view.
    Her knees nearly buckled when his thick fingers curled around her waist. “Lush, womanly curves,” he called, smoothing his hands down her sides, over the swell of her hips, before curving around in back. He grabbed one of her cheeks. “Trust me, this round ass is enough to hold onto while you drive into her. And picture how it will jiggle delightfully as you bring her to heel with a hand or a strap.”
    His fingers didn’t stop there as she had hoped. Instead, they slowly inched around front, along the outer aspect of her thighs, and then inward along the crease, his next selling point unmistakably clear.
    Shaking her head frantically, she cried out, her entreaties to stop only muffled, incoherent noises behind the bitter gag. Her panic overtook her, so distraught she became slightly dizzy, the strength of her legs failing as her knees began to give way.
    “No, no, little dove,” the auctioneer reproved as he caught her. “I need you to stand. You either pull yourself together and allow me to show you off or I’ll call for a stand and bind you spread-eagled right here on the platform for all the lustful men of Lancore to see.”
    She shook her head at the horrifying thought and somehow forced her legs to hold her shuddering body.
    “Good,” he crooned, widening her stance with a nudge of his boot. Then his hands returned to where he’d left off. As he trailed his fingers through the soft mound of hair, he pinched her lips. “Nice and plump to cradle your cock.”
    Shocked beyond measure, her eyes popped open and she peered into the crowd for the first time. Dozens upon dozens of people stared back at her, men of different shapes and sizes, some well dressed like gentlemen, others roughly as would a working man; the lone woman, the brothel madame she supposed, was wearing a dark hooded cloak. The only similarity amongst them was the lustful hunger that shone in their eyes for her.
    “What a treat it will be breaking in her tight virgin cunt,” came his lurid taunt, “but I daresay,” he paused, pulling his hands away, “such a rare delight will not come at a common price.”
    Putting a hand on her shoulder, he turned her about face. With his hand flat on her upper back, he applied pressure and bent her over. More whistles came from the crowd as well as shouts of appreciation. Certain she was going to faint, she prayed for deliverance as his hands worked between the furrow of her buttocks and spread them open, revealing her bottom hole in all its shameful glory.
    “This tight pink star is also a virginal prize that will require initiating as well.” When his touch grazed over the puckered skin, she pitched forward in a futile attempt to get away from the probing fingers, beyond mortified that anyone would ever touch her there. He easily contained her, wrapping his hand in her hair as he hauled her up and around to once more face the ogling crowd. She clamped her eyes shut when she saw a man licking his lips while lewdly rubbing his crotch.
    “On your knees, dove,” the slaver instructed.
    Relieved that the inspection was over for the moment, she dropped heavily to the wooden platform, feeling utterly disgraced.
    “What is she worth, gentleman? And might I remind you before you insult her worth, she is our last slave of the day.” An outburst of boos and disappointed murmurs came from the gathering. When the clamor died down, he continued. “As usual, after the completion of our last sale, you are all invited to Bart’s for a round of his finest brew. Knowing Bart, he will waste no time strapping his newly acquired purchase to the bar for a thorough and quite public inspection. You’ll not want to miss the show, particularly