“w***e! Suka shouted. She nodded and said nothing. The General stood and the soldier on the stage went down the line poking each girl between the shoulder blades. “Up straight, bitches,” he said. “Display your t**s, part your legs so the buyers can see your American cunts. Wet your lips.” They did as he ordered. All looked frightened but several still appeared slightly defiant. The men discussed them commenting on one’s full lips, another’s round ass, the soft t**s of number two, the blue eyes of number one, the strong legs of the cheerleader.
They congratulated General Suka. Rifti whose damp hand still rested lightly on Maureen’s breast said, “It looks like a good crop, General. But it must be a new shipment. They don’t yet understand what they are. They certainly need some training. Th
