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despite that moan that had awakened Heather’s and Diana’s interest. Thankfully, as the first girl auctioned, and perhaps also because of the education she had received in the enclosure, which made her unusual and even a little off-putting to some of the elite men, bidding hadn’t been fierce.
    With fifteen more girls to auction, Heather and Diana hadn’t put up a fight, especially after Martin had been careful to show interest in three other girls during the inspection, and then to hesitate before his bids on Gretchen. The process had wracked his nerves, yes, as he wondered whether Diana, especially, saw right through him, and knew that at that moment Martin would spend every cent he had to bring Gretchen back to Athena as his property: his wife. But it seemed he had managed to bluff effectively—for once in his life at least. Martin was not a man who kept his emotions hidden very well, but he possessed a self-control that allowed him to keep his face stony when a greater good lay in store.
    That greater good walked toward him now, naked and, to Martin’s delight, with a little smile on her face.
    “Gretchen,” Martin said. “I am very glad that you are to be mine.”
    “Thank you, sir,” she said softly.
    He smiled. What would happen now—what was beginning to happen around them even now, as Heather pushed Beth firmly down to her knees with feminine hands pressing on naked feminine shoulders, and Fred pointed to a spot on the carpet for his new girl to kneel upon—did not specifically appear anywhere in Athenian law, but had become customary. Martin had watched it himself enviously on his previous Taking trips, and he had imagined himself doing it with his own new girl many times.
    He felt such affection already for Gretchen, though, and such intelligence gleamed in her eyes that at first it didn’t feel like he thought it should, when he said to her, “Kneel down, please.”
    As he watched her hesitantly obey with her eyes widened, sure that she could see, off to her left, that Fred had dropped his pants and taken hold of his cock in preparation to present it to the lips of a fellow girl, Martin realized the nature of the difference, and he smiled. When he had watched others perform the little ceremony, he had never considered what it would truly mean to be the man who told the girl to suck his cock, beyond the idea that his desire for mastery would at last find true satisfaction.
    Martin didn’t know whether any of his fellow elites felt the same thing he now felt, when he told this specific girl, Gretchen, to kneel for the purpose of yielding her mouth to the pleasure of his hard penis. The feeling, though, seemed so closely related to his secret plan for having a wife that he suspected they did not—that they felt much more the way Martin had expected to feel. They put their cocks in their new girls’ mouths, or held their new girls’ faces against their pussies, as a gesture of pure domination, as if to say, For the next two years, girl, this is what you are: a cocksucker and/or a pussy kisser. Thus says the law.
    But as Martin loosed the drawstring on his pants, and thought about how he would tell Gretchen that she must take him, her new owner, in her mouth so shamefully, he understood that for him that aspect of the affair had receded greatly in importance now that the real Gretchen knelt naked before him. He wanted the pleasure of her mouth, oh yes. And he wanted her to know that for at least two years she would have, as her most important duty, his pleasure in whatever way he saw fit.
    But he wanted much, much more from her. Loyalty. Admiration. Adoration.
    Love.
    Martin had none of that from Gretchen now, nor should he. The look in her eyes, though, seemed like a promise that if he mastered her kindly and firmly, those things might grow between them.
    He remembered, suddenly, a discussion session of his culture class. The duty of leading such sessions fell upon the older generations, and this