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“Eleven million…twelve million…thirteen million,” Mister Takalook said, looking back and forth between them. “Fourteen. Do I hear fifteen? Fifteen! Thank you, the gentleman in the back. Oh, and sixteen from the gentleman in the front…”

Suddenly the big Korrigon in the black mask rose to his feet.

“Fifty million credits for the little Earth pet,” he growled.

There was a collective gasp through the room and I saw all the males looking at each other.

“Excuse me, but did I hear you sayfifty million?”Mister Takalook asked.

“Yes, and I want hernow!”the masked Korrigon growled.

“Well…” Mister Takalook cleared his throat nervously. “This is one for the records—we’ve never had a pet go for such a high price! Very well—fifty million once…fifty million twice…”

He paused and there was a breathless silence. Looking out into the crowd I saw that it looked like everyone was frozen. Doubtless they were afraid to even twitch lest the movement be mistaken for a bid.

At last Mister Takalook announced,

“Fifty million it is! Sold to the gentleman in the mask for Fifty million credits! Please come and collect your pet,” he added.

The big Korrigon didn’t have to be told twice. He advanced at once and pressed his finger to the lighted square box Mister Takalook presented to him. This apparently transferred the credits at once because Mister Takalook finally unfroze me.

“Please take her,” he said but the masked Korrigon was already scooping me up into his arms. Without a word, he carried me through the crowd.

I couldn’t help wiggling in his arms. The eroticizing drops were still working on me—making me crazy! Suddenly, I spotted a small door in the wall I thought must be the bathroom.

“Please,” I begged my new Master, looking fearfully up into his masked face. “I’m really sorry, but can we stop in the, er, necessary room?” I pointed to the small door and he nodded.

Without another word he took me into the small room and shut the door behind us.

SIXTY-FIVE

ELLI

The first thing I realized was that we weren’t in a bathroom. Instead, it was a storeroom filled with stacks of big boxes that seemed to be made out of black leather of some kind. The masked Korrigon who had bought me carried me inside and set me on top of one of them. It was so large that it actually allowed us to be eye-to-eye and the leather stuff was surprisingly soft—like suede I thought, as it connected with my bare bottom.

“All right,” he rumbled. “Let’s have a look at you.”

I shrank back from him.

“Please…I know you paid a lot for me but the, uh, auctioneer put some stuff on my, um, private parts that’s driving me crazy! If you could just take me someplace I could wash it off…”

“The auctioneer said the only way to get the eroticizing drops off is tolickthem off,” he reminded me, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Is that what you want me to do for you? You want me to suck your sweet nipples and lap your hot little cunt?”

I bit my lip and gave him a fearful look.

“I guess you’ll do whatever you want with me,” I said, my voice shaking. “But I think you should know, I’m in love with another man—another Master, I mean. My first Master—his name was ‘Sir.’ At least, that was what he told me to call him,” I added.

“Little one, do you still not know me?” my new Master asked. And then he reached up and removed his mask, revealing a beloved, familiar face.

“Sir!” I gasped, staring at him in disbelief. “Oh my God, is it really you?”

“Of course it is, little one.” He cupped my face in his hands and looked at me intently. “Did you really think I would allow you to be auctioned off to some other male?”

This made me think of the exorbitant price he had paid for me.

“Sir,” I said in a shaky voice. “How did you find me? And why did you pay so much for me? I mean, I don’t know the conversion rate from Korrigon credits to American dollars, but it seems like alotof money!”

“It is,” he assured me, a smile playing around one corner of his sensuous mouth. “But you’re worth it, my darling.”


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