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sight of her tiny pink tongue lapping dutifully if inexpertly at Heather’s pussy made him even harder as he took his cock in his hand and looked down at Gretchen, whose eyes were fixed upon the rigid length of her new master’s manhood.
    “Open your mouth, Gretchen,” Martin said softly. All around them now were the soft wet sounds of the relict girls’ first service. The very wealthy men, John Fretter and Jonathan Yan, each had three girls: they were going from girl to girl, calling the attention of the girls whose mouths weren’t full of cock to the finer points of cock-sucking as demonstrated by their fellow relict.
    Diana had two pretty brown-haired twin sisters, whom Fred had decided must be sold as a pair. She offered her pussy first to one, then to the other, resting her hands gently one on each head and instructing the girl who wasn’t currently kissing her between the legs to watch very carefully.
    Only Sam Zachary hadn’t bought today. He sat, as Martin had sat the four times he had come to an auction and not bought a girl, absorbed in the readout on his handheld. If he was like Martin, he was trying desperately not to look at the abandoned scene of oral sex all around him, though—as Martin had, in his place—he refused to turn his back upon it.
    Heather had bent her knees and spread her thighs. She held Beth now around the back of the head and enforced the pleasure of the girl’s mouth that way. Martin read Heather’s lips: Good girl. Good girl.
    Gretchen opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Suddenly Martin wanted to change the way this scene would play out. He would change their script: he would show that although they had done their best to make the Taking a cold transaction, whether for procreation or for sterile pleasure, it had a potential perhaps only Martin Lourcy could see.
    “Have you ever had a penis in your mouth, girl?” Martin asked softly.
    Gretchen’s eyes opened, and she looked up at him, startled. “No, sir,” she whispered.
    “Are you ready to learn to please me?”
    “Yes, sir. I—I th-think so.”
    “I’ll try to be gentle with you, at first, my dear, but you must do as you are told. Do you understand?”
    Some part of the alarm in her face softened at that—perhaps my dear had done it. “Yes, sir,” she said.
    “Ask me to put my penis in your mouth, now, my dear.”
    Gretchen’s brow furrowed as he looked into her eyes. He could see there a curiosity about the nature of what Martin now did, with these strange words—a command that she must make a request. Then that curiosity seemed to change to a kind of excitement, and she compressed her lips for just an instant and murmured, looking into his eyes, “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”
    “Open your mouth again, my dear,” he said, loving the way a little term of endearment could reassure her, even as he was on the verge of claiming one of her virginities. She obeyed, still looking up at him.
    “Stick out your tongue, and curl it over your teeth.” He smiled to see the questioning look in her eyes as she obeyed.
    Then, slowly, he lowered his rock-hard erection onto that adorable pink tongue. Around him now both male and female elites were coming on the faces of their pretty new relict girls, with grunts and cries of satisfaction.
    Martin played his scene differently. “Gretchen,” he said, as he pushed into her little mouth just until the head of his cock disappeared from view and he had the lovely sensation of a plush, moist place for thrusting, along with the even lovelier sight of himself engulfed in a girl he owned, “you belong to me, now.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Gretchen sat by the window of the shuttle, with Mr. Lourcy in the seat to her right. He had strapped her in, as she blushed at the way his hands lingered on her body, as he smiled down at her. Something in that smile, though, seemed to make her fear melt away—though not her embarrassment, for ever since he had spanked her it seemed like