Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Wetquim,” the agent said, his voice impatient. “Did you hear me?”
With a deep crease in my forehead I started to shuffle backwards.
“Answer me, girl,” he insisted. “Did you hear me?”
For a moment I considered the possibility of not replying. But the memory of the punisher rose up between my thighs, much too recent, and even the mortifying slow shuffle towards the front of the cage, towards the awful voices, awakened terrible new pain in my bottom and thighs.
“Yes, sir,” I said, and to my dismay it came out much more as a choked sob than as an articulate phrase.
The woman called mistress spoke again. Her voice sounded rather low, and very rich, and… I couldn’t help the observation though my embattled spirit wanted to deny it… very intelligent. She spoke quietly, too, as if she meant her words only for her companion, the man she had called his lordship.
“Do you hear that, my lord? She’s as conflicted a new concubine as I’ve ever heard.”
“I think I did,” said a man’s voice, even softer.
They don’t want the other bidders to hear, I realized. They’re trying to keep my price down.
I felt my tummy twist inside me at what I couldn’t keep myself from naming the conflict inside me. Despite myself, I found the idea that this mistress and this lord had taken an interest in me sent a tendril of warmth unfolding in my chest.
“Ah, your mistress of concubines has a fine ear, milord,” the agent said.
I frowned: I could tell that as the representative of the company, he wanted to broadcast to other buyers that this man found me potentially valuable.
When the man—his lordship—responded, he sounded bored.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s probably more trouble than she’s worth. She doesn’t even have her arse against the bars yet, even with all the discipline.”
I blinked, realizing that I had grown so interested in their conversation about me that I had forgotten to keep moving. With my heart pounding in fear of a renewal of the punisher’s terrible pain, I began to shuffle backwards, chewing my lower lip at the discomfort it brought to the bruised flesh of my thighs.
Abruptly, I felt the cool metal against my skin. I couldn’t keep back the little yelp of pain from one of the worst bruises the paddle had left, on my right bottom cheek.
“There we go,” the agent said. I heard an odd snapping sound, and I realized with a flash of heat in my face that he must have donned a latex glove.
“I recommend getting a close look at her cunt,” he said. “I think you’ll see that even without stimulation, she’s lubricating just at knowing she’s here to be sold to a man like you, milord. Now she doesn’t know what’s going to happen when her master gets her home, but as your mistress of concubines can tell you, that only makes her more… conflicted.”
The lord’s voice came from closer, when he spoke, and further down, and I knew he had followed the agent’s humiliating advice. When he spoke, though, he still sounded bored.
“It’s a pretty little quim, I’ll grant you that,” he said. “But I can’t say it looks particularly wet just at the moment.”
I felt my face go scarlet to the roots of my hair. Did I hear, despite the apparent disinterest, a note of something hidden? As if below his boredom lay something else—as if in fact he actually found my pussy… what?
Enticing, a voice said at the back of my mind. He’s trying to conceal how the sight of your private parts, of your paddled bottom, truly makes him feel, which is… what?
Despite my efforts to make my breathing as easy and quiet as possible, I had begun to pant, and down there, where his lordship’s eyes could see much too much of me, a warmth had grown to match the heat in my face.
“His lordship doesn’t have the kind of eye I’d expect, then,” the agent said, his voice light and joking, as if he had decided to play the nobleman’s game and win it—drawing high bids from the others in the crowd even as his lordship tried to keep my price down. “But I warrant you a little wank is going to make this pretty cunt as wet as a river.”
CHAPTER 12
Chalondra
I cried out as I felt the agent’s fingers, encased in the smooth latex glove, touch me through the bars.
“See?” he said. “No need of any lubricant on this one.”
I tried, desperately, not to moan at the skillful intrusion of the gloved fingers. I held my breath as they expertly spread my helpless wetness forward. I bit my lip as the agent moved the gloved fingertips along my thrillingly sensitive inner lips, as they reached the new place, the one even I hadn’t known could feel like that.