She loved being pregnant. She wore her maternity like a badge of honor. She could barely tie the laces of her doeskin vest over her milk-laden breasts, which swayed heavily above the expanse of her belly. Matrons Victoria and Elda stood beside her eager to see how she would fare in the bidding. Her half-brother, Bobby, was there, too, securely tethered to Matron Margaret. Celia was so proud of him. He was completely unashamed; he loved being in his Matron’s thrall. He adored his Mistress. The whole time he smiled proudly at her and Celia.
When the Sheriff ordered the Deputies to parade the first item for auction, Celia let out a little squeal and clapped her hands in glee. To Celia’s amazement, the Deputies brought Kimberly onto the stage. She was naked and barefoot, her hair neatly combe
