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Beth was taken up next to be auctioned. Because she stood just five-four, there was no way she was going to resist like Jorja did. Lumpy could break her spine if he chose to. She allowed herself to be walked back and forth. She gritted her teeth when his fingers probed her breasts and privates. It wasn't at all arousing this time.
The bids weren't as numerous as Jorja's had been, which hurt Beth's feelings. *If they knew I was a doctor, I'll bet they'd bid higher.* She caught herself, surprised she would think such degrading thoughts. Beth hadn't heard that word, "detashia," and thought about the differences between her and Jorja. Perhaps it simply meant "big."
An older man in the crowd won the bid and came up to claim her. Beth looked him over carefully, wondering what she should expect from the humanoid. He looked harmless enough. Standing about six-three, he was actually one of the shortest men in the crowd. Beth wondered how long these natives lived, what they ate, what type of educational system they had. *So many questions!* She hoped she would be well treated while she tried to discover the answers to them.
When Beth was brought down from the platform, she got a close look at her new captor. The man had a kindly face, reasonably clean-shaven. Close up, she could see he was middle-agedâthere was some gray in his spiky hair. For that reason, she nicknamed him "Spike." Beth couldn't imagine she'd have much trouble from him, even if he did try to mate with her. After all, how many times could he get it up? Of course, she realized she was comparing him to an Earth man. Here, they might get hard-ons well into their eighties!
He fastened a collar around her neck and attached a leash to it. She expected to be taken away immediately and was glad to see him stick around for the rest of the auction. She was really worried about Greta. As he stood next to her, he began idly stroking her breasts and smiling. Apparently, he liked the smooth skin on these new slaves. His large, rough hand cupped her left breast first, his thumb grazing her nipple with a slow, deliberate pressure that made it stiffen instantly, sending a reluctant shiver through her. He circled the sensitive peak, his fingers splaying to knead her soft flesh with a firm, possessive grip, the heat of his palm seeping into her skin as her breath hitched. The crowd's murmurs faded into a dull roar as she fought the tingling warmth spreading downward, her body betraying her with a faint flush. He shifted to her right breast, his touch growing bolder, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger with a teasing pinch that drew a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips. His smile deepened, and he leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing her neck as his hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her ribcage with a slow, tantalizing caress before returning to her breasts. He alternated between gentle strokes and firm squeezes, his fingers tracing the undersides of her mounds, lifting them slightly as if weighing their softness, then brushing his knuckles across her hardened nipples until they ached. Beth's knees weakened, a confusing heat pooling in her core despite her resolve, her body arching subtly toward his touch as the leash tugged, a constant reminder of her captivity that only heightened the forbidden thrill coursing through her.
Ally was brought up next and quickly sold to a man who already had three women in tow. She couldn't imagine why he'd need another woman in his life. The man was close to seven feet tall, which made Ally look like a child next to him. He hardly paid any attention to her, letting his women leash her and drag her along behind them as he walked away.
Beth, watching and listening closely, again heard that word "detashia" used. Ally wasn't much taller than Beth, so it couldn't be "big." *Spirited, perhaps? Pretty? Valuable?*
Greta came up last. Beth saw that she was still quite dizzy and had trouble standing up on her own. Her captors treated her like damaged goods, and the crowd reacted accordingly. Very few bids were offered. The two men seemed upset over their captive. They shouted at her to straighten up and walk. Her injuries prevented her from doing what they wanted. Beth was very worried about her. *Surely they can see the wound on her headâdon't they have any medical help on this godforsaken planet?*
"Detashia," she said suddenly to her new owner, pointing to Greta. He looked surprised.
"Detashia?" he repeated, quizzically, looking up at the limping woman.
Beth grabbed his hand and stroked her skin with it, mimicking his actions of a few minutes before. "Yes, she's valuable merchandise," she said in exasperation. "Buy her, you old goatâI know you like the smooth ones. Besides, I can help her."
Spike looked around, as if thinking about what she had said. Beth held her breath, wishing she knew exactly what the word meant. She hoped it meant "valuable."
"Qwitan," the man said suddenly, raising his hand.
Lumpy looked down at him. "Qwitan?"
The man nodded. Lumpy looked out over the crowd and said a few more words. There was silence. He looked back to the man and nodded, scowling. He brought Greta to the edge of the platform.
"Let me help her," Beth said, holding up her bound hands, tipping her head toward Greta. Spike looked at her for a moment, then took out a knife and cut her free. She wasn't going anywhere, not with the leash on her. Beth turned to Greta and, with the man's help, brought her down to the ground. The commander sagged in her arms.
"It's all right, commander, I've got you. You get to go with me. You're going to be fine." Beth wished she could be sure of that.
Beth braced herself against the weight of the larger woman. Their buyer made no effort to help. *It's probably a cultural thing,* she mused. *Owners don't help slaves.* But when they reached the man's cart, parked at the edge of the square, he helped Beth lift Greta into the back. He put a collar and leash on Greta and tied both leashes to the cart. Then he clucked his tongue at the donkey, and the two astronauts rode off toward their new lives.