Chapter Fourteen
The day wore on. Six dispirited slave girls wept steadily at the grim prospect ahead of them. Buyers came and went. All the girls were poked, prodded, and inspected repeatedly. It became a routine—spread your legs, open your mouth, turn around. Kim’s body betrayed her, finding a perverse excitement in the fingers fondling and probing her. One young man walked slowly down the line and paused at the cage holding the Eurasian girl.
“You’re an interesting specimen,” he said. He took a dildo out of his pocket. It was rubber, not terribly long, but very thick. “I had this made specially,” he explained, showing it to her. “It’s the same size and shape as my c**k when I’m hard. I want to check you for fit.”
The Eurasian girl looked down. Her panic had subsided, leaving apathy i
