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flames, causing them to spring up anew. Her Earth clothing, before her very
eyes, piece by piece, was being destroyed. It was thus being made clear to her
that she was making a transition to a new reality.
"No," she said, "Please, no."
The auctioneer freed her stockings from the hooks and buttons on the four
garter straps. In a moment the auctioneer had drawn the stockings from her
legs, slipping them underneath the ropes on her ankles and discarding them in
the flames. Then, after viewing her for a moment, he stepped behind
her. He undid the two-hook back closure on the garter belt. This article of
clothing, too, then, in a moment, was cast into the flames. She then hung
before us clad only, save for the ribbon binding back her hair, in her
brassiere and panties.
"Undo her hair!'' called a man.
"Yes!" called another man.
I smiled to myself. Yes, it was the exact time for the woman's hair to be
unbound. The hair of slave girls, incidentally, unless shaved or shortened as
a punishment, is usually worn long.
There is more, cosmetically, which can be done with long hair and such hair,
too, is often useful in the performance of intimate duties for her master.
Too, of course, it can be balled and thrust in her mouth, for use as a gag,
either, save when one does not wish to hear her for a time, or, perhaps, if
one wishes, to silence her cries in the throes of her submission spasms. Too,
of course, she may be bound with it.
"Of course." said the auctioneer. He then untied the hair ribbon, which had
bound her red hair back so primly. He threw it in the fire. He then fluffed
her hair and brought it forward, over her shoulders. He then brushed it back,
behind her back, and smoothed it. He turned her on the rope, to the left and
right, that men might see the cut and fall of the hair against her back. It
was pretty. Then the auctioneer turned her so that she was, again, helplessly,
exposed frontally to the crowd.
"She is really quite pretty," said Ginger, irritatedly, "Yes." agreed Evelyn.
"But not as pretty as I, said Ginger.
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"At least not so pretty as I," said Evelyn.
I smiled. I had little doubt the suspended girl would bring a higher price
than either of them, though they both were, admittedly, obviously full and
desirably luscious slaves.
"Two silver tarsks," said a man.
"Excellent," said the auctioneer.
The girl looked out on the crowd with fear and misery. Doubtless she hoped,
against hope, that she had now been adequately dismayed to the crowd.
Surely the brutes would not dare go further. That she had been brought clothed
into the hall surely argued that her dignity and pride would continue to be
respected, at least to the degree that she was now concealed. Too, had the
fellow attending to her not now paused in his abusive, insolent labors? But
then she glanced to the side blocks. There there were women, much like
herself; they, fixed in place, wearing collars and chains, she could not help
but note, were absolutely naked. But she, surely, was different from them! She
was finer, and more delicate. Anyone could see that! Then she hung, relieved,
in the ropes. The auctioneer was conferring with an attendant, to the side.
Her ordeal, as she conceived it, was now concluded. The exposure and disgrace
which had been visited upon the other girls was not to be her lot. She was
better. She was different.
The attendant, to whom the auctioneer had been addressing himself, took his
exit.
But did the girl not know that she was not different? Did she not know that
she, too, was only a slave?
"I wonder if she is beautiful," said Ginger.
"As she is now clad, it is not difficult to speculate on the matter," said
Evelyn.
"Why don't they take off her clothes, so we can see, said Ginger.
"Yes," said Evelyn.
I smiled to myself. These girls, at any rate, understood something of the
nature of a Gorean market.
"Were you a side-block girl?" asked Ginger.
"No," said Evelyn. "I was auctioned."
"I, too," said Ginger.
"Were you brought in naked?" asked Evelyn.
"Yes," said Ginger.
"I was, too," said Evelyn.
"Do you think that they think she is better than us?" asked Ginger.
"Perhaps," said Evelyn. "Men are fools."
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