Looking around, I rubbed my hands together in pleasure. The sale would be a success, that was easy to see, in spite of what the Duke had worried over.
"Too big! Too disorganized! Not enough security!" Well, THAT at least had been disproved so far.

In all cases but one, I limited. That tall woman with the pretty brown hair, dressed as a domme. She just did not fit, and I suddenly realized why: she was tanned. Those who are not poor enough to have to work for a living are pale-skinned, and frequently powdered to look more-so. But THIS woman, she was no buyer; her skin was nut-brown, tanned by the work she put in under the sun. I let one of my partners, Master Sae, know about it, and he went to follow it up.

There were many I was closely interested in, either because they would be major challenges or because they would bring a high price, and thus a good commission when I put them up for bid.

I decided that my staff was doing a good job of bringing in the last load which had finally arrived; many of those were still recovering from the sleepy drug they had been given, so were little trouble. I passed a girl who had been from the first load; her unruly hair had constantly fallen over her face, so we had put a blue and white bandanna around her hair to keep it out of her eyes. As I walked past her, I heard a Domme saying, “Welcome slut! Are you going to be a good slave, you think?" 'There's a sure sale!' I thought.

Further on, one of the late arrivals still had his hood on, and was being fondled by a statuesque woman. She asked me if he had any training.

"No, none at all. He's freshly caught. But for a small consideration we can break him in for you." She looked like she could afford it, but turned me down. She fairly gleamed with the anticipation of doing it herself!

I removed his helmet, allowing him to breath undrugged air for a while. He would sell well; muscled and strong, and pleasant of countenance.

Wandering further, I noted much happening, from looking and mild feeling to full-out fucking. One woman had a harness on and was ass-fucking a male slave bound over a horse, while another held his head up to her bared crotch. Now HE had a challenge!

The one I had my eye on was a true beauty; blue eyes, honey blonde hair, womanly but not too heavily busted. She had been examined and found to be unbroken and innocent, which was an easily correctable flaw, in my opinion, but might inflate her price if mentioned during the bidding. I had planned for all of those contingencies with her display.

My partners demanded all goods be displayed, but how to conceal her virginity? I put her on something a trader from India called a "Japanese Torture Horse," a longer version of the "Judas Chair" the Lord used for heretics. I considered the Judas Chair needlessly brutal and damaging, but the Japanese Horse had varying levels of pain, adjustable by the methods of bonds used.

When I put her on this one, her legs were spread, but her cunt was protected by the inverted "vee" of wood below her. The helmet which kept her bent slightly forward so the pressure was where it would hurt the most had a gag... keeping her tongue from giving up her secret. Her raised arms behind her in 'strappado' kept her from having to use her hands and thus revealing her innocence. And the broad bands on her breasts pulling her forward kept any from testing for sag. I was quite proud of her total display hiding one of the most important facts about her.

Some trouble towards the rear... I saw Master Sae at the middle of it. To action!