Theirs To Take(17)

He nodded. “Good girl.” He resumed addressing the group. “The first set of buyers will be here by the end of the day.”

Murmurs broke out among the women. Gabriel silenced them with a stern look.

“You will be ready for them. First order of business — you saw what happened in the tent a few moments ago, yes?”

All heads nodded.

“If you disobey during the auction, no questions will be asked, no second chances given. You will be led to a corner and caned on the spot. It will be very painful and very public. Is that clear?”

Several of the women looked at me, then at Helena who still held her hands at the back of her head, her tears beginning anew.

“I think they have cotton in their ears, Syn. Maybe they need motivating?”

“Pleasure, brother,” Syn said, tapping the cane against his leg while walking toward us.

“Yes, sir!” we all called out in unison, making both brothers smile.

“Good. First thing, strip off your dresses. You’ll be naked from now until the end of the auction. Potential buyers need to see the goods before making their choices.”#p#分页标题#e#

He waited while we reluctantly pulled the simple white tunic like dresses up over our heads, a guard walking down the line collecting them from each of us. Both Syn and Gabriel scanned the row of now naked women.

“Good. During inspections, you’ll be expected to hold your hands the way Helena is, clasped at the back of your head. Assume the position now, please. Make space in the line as you need to.”

There was more hesitation from the women at this command than there had been about stripping. This felt so… exposed. So vulnerable. And as I looked at the women around me beginning to assume the required position, and even while my own arms moved upward, the fingers of my right hand lacing through those of the left, there was an undeniable fluttering of my belly, something that happened rarely, something that accompanied the heat that flared between my legs.

This was wrong. I was wrong. How could I become aroused by this degradation?

“Good.” He turned to his brother. “Is Clara ready?”

Clara? Who was Clara and what was she ready for?

“Always. She’ll be busy,” Syn said, looking down the row.

“We’ll do this in two sets, six in one group, seven in the other,” Gabriel said, pointing to some of the women in the line, including me. “You six, head into that tent there.” He indicated one of the larger tents I hadn’t been inside yet. “Clara will get you shaved bare.”

My mouth fell open. Shaved bare? I’d always had a modest bikini wax but never anything like that.

As I was the last in the line, I followed the others and Syn walked behind me, staying close to us.

“Hands at the backs of your heads, ladies, until you’re excused from the position. Best to get used to it.”

I hadn’t realized my hands were slipping but we all straightened up quickly. Inside the tent, a woman who looked to be in her mid-fifties sat waiting for us. She spoke in Spanish to Syn who spoke fluently back. She then called the first girl and pointed to the low bench before her. The girl sat, and the woman continued speaking to her in Spanish, though it was obvious the girl couldn’t understand a word of what was being said. Unfortunately, I did understand. Finally, Syn began to translate to the frightened girl.

“Spread your legs wide. She’s going to shave your pussy. All of it. You can lower your arms and use them to support you as you lean backward to make it easier for Clara. It might also be more comfortable for you.”

I couldn’t help a glance at him. That was real kindness coming from him.

The girl spread her legs wide and leaned backward as instructed. The woman went to work. She didn’t speak, instead, she lathered on foam and shaved the girl as if she’d done this a hundred times before, and perhaps she had. The front was done in no time and the woman gave the next instruction, which Syn translated.

“On your hands and knees, legs wide again, your bottom to Clara so she can get the back shaved.”

The girl’s face turned bright red and she turned an imploring gaze up to Syn.

“Move,” he said.

She obeyed, getting onto all fours, her bottom fully and humiliatingly exposed to the woman.

“Arch your back,” Syn said, coming to stand over Clara’s shoulder. Of course he would. Why not get a good look? The girl obeyed but clearly didn’t arch enough because Clara said something over her shoulder. Syn moved around to press on the girl’s lower back, forcing her bottom high. “Like this. Hold the position. Clara’s razors are very sharp. You don’t want her to cut you.”