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Then a pair of birds in a large cage was wheeled past. One of the wheels squeaked. They laid out a ramp and pushed the cage up to the doors and through. Two dogs were growling at each other close by; chains rattled.

A man pulled one of them away and up to the platform. Claws scrabbled on the floor. I waited. I breathed a little, gently, behind the balloon that had lodged in my chest. Then the vraag, hissing, allowed itself to be dragged to the platform. It took two handlers, and yes, it tried to bite one of them. Once it was at the door, one of the handlers walked back towards me.

This is it, I thought again, just as I had in the courtroom. Now I felt that this was the moment, the real start of it all. It was one of the events I had envisioned again and again — being sold. This scene, and the moment I saw men for the first time, and the moment in the courtroom — all had been icons of my inner world for years.

I could assign this moment to my imagination if I just blurred my eyes a little. Obviously I had lived in a fantasy world far too long. My room, and my cell, too, had teemed with the figments of my fervid imagination. What they were displacing. The man unfastened me from the wall. Then he was walking me toward the platform.

My knees felt weak, and I wondered what would happen if they failed me. My cunt lips slid wetly against each other as I was walked up the steps to the platform. The steps were too high for me; I had to stretch for each one, difficult without hands to balance. A big hand steadied me on the last step. The sounds of selling stopped; the auctioneer was talking to the crowd in normal tones. The handler steered me through the door, and I was on the platform. The big room opened up before me, men everywhere.

There was a rumble in the crowd; once again my naked body was the focus for all the eyes I could see. I could hardly breathe. I closed my eyes for a moment to slow what was accelerating toward me: a hurricane of outrageous joy and humiliation. When I opened my eyes again I sensed a movement in the crowd. Most of the men were focused on conversations and were no longer looking at me, but a smaller group had moved in around the platform. They were hardly speaking, their rigid tension suggesting competition rather than friendliness, and every single eye was riveted on me.

I figured someone would want me after all. The men beside me rapidly moved my wrists to the front, linking them with about a foot of chain on heavy leather cuffs. Then they fastened the links to a hook they let down above my head and tightened it until I was up on my toes. The auctioneer began talking, his huge hands on my body, jiggling my breasts to show them off, drawing his fingers down my belly and squeezing my legs, tugging a little on my pubic hair.

He turned me around to show me from behind, all the time taking bids, running his hands over the curve of my hips and ass. Then he turned me back again. The bids were coming fast and furious.

I swayed on the chain, nudged this way and that by the man beside me. Then in response to voices from the crowd, the auctioneer consulted with the handler. They each took one of my ankles and pulled them up toward the crowd and wide apart. My weight was now heavily on my wrists, and I was sure it was impossible to bear so much humiliation. My naked, wet cunt was being exposed so lewdly, so publicly; there was a roaring in my ears, but I thought I heard laughter in the crowd.

The men in front of me enjoyed it, however. When my feet were touching the platform again, I was panting, and scarlet. The slickness of my inner thighs reminded me — and probably told the buyers in front of me — how excited I was as well.

There was another series of bids, and then things slowed down. I think the price must have been getting high; several men looked disappointed and stopped bidding. One man who was still involved was not seated but was standing near the platform to my left, a lean, young-looking man with black hair and a close-cropped beard, tall even in this room full of giants.

His intent light green eyes were fastened on me. Those eyes looked electric, in a motionless face, lightning behind basalt cliffs. His face was almost at the same level as mine, despite the height of the platform. Once our eyes touched he seemed to pull me into him. I was caught and snared by the male energy he focused on me. In spite of the bonds stretching me so tightly, I almost felt I would be pulled across the platform to him.

His eyes held me as he signaled his bids. Suddenly I felt the chain slacken and I was pulled away. The bidding had ended. Had he bought me? Who had bought me, was it him? I felt frantic, helpless, an animal owned but unsure of its owner. He was traveling northwest over the ocean, the two huge islands that were his home region just beyond the horizon. The sun was glittering on the waves below, the afternoon sky its most perfect turquoise.

But Garid was oblivious. It was a good thing the autopilot did most of the work of avoiding other vehicles… His mind moved through the last few hours. He had been early for the auction, and for a while had talked to the other men who were there for the same purpose. There were a few friends among them, met through a network that was pleasant and supportive, except at times like these.

His last few projects had put him beyond the fear of running out of money. His friend Therin had greeted him with a wry look, which Garid understood very well.

If it was viewed as a societal perversion I could have gone along with it. The women are often paraded through town, and many speak Henthian. If they're just animals, how is that possible? I just couldn't suspend my belief enough to go that far.

All said, I didn't enjoy this much. The story was too long, very boring and had some serious inconsistencies.

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