Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 51662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Earlier that day Midge had been sold to an attractive older man with silver hair at his temples and dark brooding eyes. He had led her away with the complimentary leash that came with every slave purchase and Midge hadn’t looked at all unhappy to be going with him. Leita had watched her go with a mixture of fear and regret. Maybe she should have behaved herself better so that the richer, more interesting clients would have been attracted to her. As it was she had a sign over her head that said Attitude problems—50% off today only! and only bargain basement shoppers of the cheap and sleazy variety had been coming to see her. But no matter what her fate, Leita just didn’t have it in her to go quietly.
It was ironic, she thought, as she watched various other women who had been stolen away from their normal lives to be sold at the slave gallery. Ironic because she had often had fantasies just like this. Dreams in which her Master came and picked her out of a crowd, choosing her above every other girl there because he could tell she was special. He would come strolling through the aisles, bypassing every other woman there and stop in front of her, taking in her nearly naked body with his piercing eyes until Leita blushed all over. He would touch her, teasing her sensitive, exposed flesh by twisting her nipples to watch her squirm and stroking one calloused fingertip over her slippery cunt. Then her new Master would take her back to his ship and ravish her mercilessly, making her come over and over again…
The reality of being sold as a slave was somewhat different, however, Leita thought sourly. In her fantasies she hadn’t been dumped in the bargain basement bin along with two other less than desirable captives. One of the other half-off girls had a bad cold and kept sneezing on prospective clients and the other appeared to have several invisible friends that she conversed with freely.
Leita found it demoralizing to be shoved away under a for sale sign like the runt of the litter that nobody wanted. Not that she wanted to be sold, but she wasn’t sure what her fate would be if she wasn’t. She might be traded to the organ snatchers like an old ship being sold for spare parts. Maybe she ought to stop biting and behave herself, no matter how abhorrent the idea of being led away on a leash was…
Just as that thought flashed through her mind, she saw the attendant with the pot of body oil and the ticklish brush coming toward her again. Only this time he was bringing someone with him—a prospective buyer, no doubt. But this buyer was different. He wasn’t old or fat or slimy-looking as everyone else who had come to see her had been. Instead he was tall and beneath the tight-fitting black pants and vest, it was clear he was also quite muscular. He wore a privacy mask that covered the lower part of his face so that only his eyes were visible and carried himself with assurance.
“That one,” the buyer said, pointing straight at Leita. He had a deep voice and sounded certain of what he wanted. He pulled out a pouch and Leita saw the attendant’s eyes widen as real platinum coins poured into his palm.
“Perhaps another choice,” the attendant said, giving the buyer a wide, oily smile. “This one is most troublesome.” Apparently he had been more than willing to sell Leita to the tall man until he saw the money—now he was hoping to make more.
“No,” the tall man said, and Leita could hear the scowl in his voice. This was a man who wasn’t used to being second-guessed. “This is the one I want,” he told the attendant, striding over to look down at her. “The only one.” He looked her over thoroughly and his frankly appraising stare made Leita blush and wriggle in her chains. She had almost managed to forget how horribly exposed she was in the tiny, revealing outfit she was wearing but the prospective buyer’s hot gaze on her body reminded her that she was on her knees, her naked nipples thrusting out and her pussy lips spread open for anyone to see the hot, wet interior of her cunt.
“I have many other girls, each more beautiful than the last and all as compliant as silk.” The attendant seemed to be searching for a delicate way to change the rich buyer’s mind.
“I don’t want any other girl,” the tall man said. He reached out to touch Leita’s hair and she considered biting him, then remembered her earlier worries and refrained. As long as he was only stroking her hair she’d let him get away with it. And there was something in his touch that made her shiver. Something familiar, something she had been longing for. She looked up at him, trying to get a better look at his eyes, the only part of his face that was visible, but he had turned away and was talking to the attendant.