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these men, a number; a potential purchase.
    She fought tears. Some reached out and
grasped her breasts or played with her nipples as others ran their
hands along her ass. A few even dipped into her crack and tapped or
massaged her hole. Out of the corner of her eye, Catrina saw a
line-up card sitting on each table, which appeared to contain the
vital stats on each woman being put on auction today.
    Raoul efficiently moved Catrina through all
the groups of men and she was repeatedly groped and fondled. She
did her best not to flinch away. After all, for the next year
dozens upon dozens of men would be doing similar things, and she
could imagine her benefactor not being pleased if she appeared
revolted. The one time she couldn’t control her reaction—to a large
man with sausage fingers who practically drilled into her bottom
hole—Raoul reached back and slapped her inner thigh, hard. The man
remarked, “Her skin colors nicely.” Catrina wondered if that would
help her get the price she needed. Probably. Then she prayed this
particular man wouldn’t have the funds to buy her debt. She wasn’t
sure she would make it through a year of having to live with and
service him.
    The emcee announced the presentation would
begin soon and Raoul brought her up on stage, putting her in the
correct place. Apparently number nine meant she’d be the ninth
woman auctioned. As she waited for her turn, Catrina began to
regret the breakfast she’d eaten that morning and hoped she’d be
able to keep it down. No doubt it wouldn’t impress these men if she
puked all over the stage.
    She grew more and more nervous as the
auction progressed. None of these women had anywhere near as high a
debt figure as she did, and the longest term she’d heard so far was
eight months. It did seem like some of the men were disappointed
when they didn’t win this girl or that, and Catrina hoped that
meant they’d be more desperate and willing to pay a higher price by
the time the auction reached her.
    When it was her time Raoul ordered her to
turn around and bend over. As the emcee rattled off the facts about
her, Raoul spread her ass cheeks. The announcer mentioned she was
an anal virgin, and an “ohhhh” rippled through the crowd. Catrina’s
face flooded with heat. Raoul let her ass cheeks go but spanked her
hard a couple of times, she guessed to show how her skin colored,
as that man had said earlier. Then he had her straighten to her
full height and pivot once more until she was facing front. He
grabbed her nipples and pulled and Catrina’s hands fisted at her
sides. That fucking hurt.
    She couldn’t have felt more like a cow at a
livestock show if she’d been wearing a bell. Catrina had never been
so exposed, so humiliated, and with a weight in her gut becoming
heavier and heavier, she knew this was only the beginning.
    The bidding started and she wished they’d
put headphones on so she couldn’t hear, but supposed that was part
of the experience. Raoul had told her that everything, from the
moment she’d first walked through the door until her term ended,
was meant to create such a negative association with debt that
she’d never want to get into that kind of trouble again.
    Morbid curiosity about her fate had Catrina
listening closely to the bidding. Though her head was down, as per
Raoul’s instructions, if she looked through her lashes she could
see four or five men actively bidding. The bidding had started at
one-hundred thousand, and the fact that many men were willing to
spend over a hundred grand for a year with her astounded Catrina.
She wondered what they would expect in return. Her ass contracted
at the thought.
    When the bidding reached one-hundred forty
thousand, it was down to two men. Neither, from what she could
gather, were over forty or forty-five, though one was older than
the other. Catrina said a quick prayer of thanks when she realized
the sausage man was not amongst the bidders. She started to get
dizzy, as the two