GET READY FOR MARKET
The bus pulled up to a large building. For once not a hanger. We were all taken inside. We were still handcuffed and gagged. The handcuffs were removed and we were told to remove our gags.
The building was large. It was almost a prison. There were several cells. There seemed to be several matrons. They were dressed in dark skirts and white blouses and seemed to be European and all very husky. Each of the matrons had a riding crop in her hand.
We were ordered into the shower. We were all herded into an anteroom outside the shower. It had several benches and hooks on the wall for hanging clothing. There was a large wire basket with bars of soap and bottles of shampoo and a pile of washcloths. One of the matrons who spoke English with a distinct East European accent. Told us. "Each get a bar of soap and a cloth and shampoo and clean up." We hastily stripped and all naked went into the shower room. The water was hot and the pressure strong. I think we all relished this shower after eleven days of salt water, cold showers.
When we came back into the anteroom we found our clothes gone. There were large fluffy towels. The matron told us, "Dry and we will give you new clothes." That sounded wonderful, I would have hated to have to put those filthy clothes back on my now clean body.
We were first taken to a room that had a long make up table like you would see in a movie about strippers. The whole wall was a mirror about 4 ft high. In front of the mirror was a table. There were bright lights everywhere. There was every type of make up and lipstick you could ever think of available. There were hair blowers, curling irons, roller pins, you name it. It was there.
Our English-speaking matron told us make ourselves beautiful and we could help one another if necessary. She said we had one hour then we needed to dress in our new clothes.
I helped Gloria and she helped me. We were familiar with each other. It seems that the other groups were in similar circumstances. They were snatched together and they were at least friends if not roommates.
In an hour the matron came back and led us all naked and barefoot into another room. Here several matrons greeted us. They fastened a collar around each of our necks and then placed lined leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle. Now we were given our new clothes. It was a transparent vest that covered our shoulders and hung to our hip. It might have covered our breasts if there were a way to fasten it. I dream of Jeanie was well dressed in comparison. I might as well been nude for all the cover I was afforded.
We were led into a very large room. Each of us was stood at a post that had a cross arm on it like a crucifix. My collar was chained to the center post and my wrists were cuffed to the cross pole. I was basically crucified. My ankles were spread with a bar. So that my legs were wide apart.
All of the girls were similarly displayed. The matron who spoke English addressed us. She said, "This is going to be an inspection period." "Many of those who are going to bid on you tomorrow will be here to look and feel the merchandise." "It will be easier on you if you cooperate." "Over your heads are a sign." "Those of you who are virgins are identified." "There will be no poking in your vagina by any viewer." "Those of you who are no longer virgins may be inspected more thoroughly." She continued, "It will be wise not to antagonize an inspector." "Any misconduct will call for serious punishment on the spot and in front of everyone."
"OK girls relax we are going to open the doors." The doors opened and perhaps sixty men came in to the room at once.
I had a small oriental man inspecting me. He played with my breasts and twisted my nipples. I was afraid of what the matron said and believed her.
I couldn't help crying out when he twisted my nipple back and forth. He smiled at me. I tried to smile back but I was about to puke. I was so embarrassed. My inspector seemed not to speak English. The matron was summonsed and he asked in a language I didn't know and the matron responded in the same dialect. Then she turned to me and in English said, "He wanted to know if you ever masturbated?" I didn't want to get caught in a lie so I just nodded my head yes at him. He approached me and taking my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger proceeded to masturbate me. I was trying to retain my composure, but it was starting to feel good and my hips started to sway in rhythm to his ministrations.
In a very short time he had me bucking into his fingers and he was calling out to his friends who were now gathering around.
I couldn't help myself. I was so aroused now with the audience that I was really bucking my hips into him now. Another man approached me and gripped both nipples between his fingers and twisted them harshly. I never had this type of reaction before. The pain was intense but was driving my climax to a peak. I felt the heat building in my neck and face. My nipples already erect and under attack by the assistant were fighting to expand even more. My body was surrendering to the masturbation. I reached my peak and I screamed out very loudly with my climatic love cry. "EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee." My juices flowed from my vagina. I was afraid they would run down my leg. The men in the audience started snapping their fingers. I was later to learn this was a form of applause in this part of the world.
It seemed that the inspectors had brought several of the girls to a climax. I was not the only victim of my own sexual desires.
Nine or ten additional men investigated my body. We were on display about two hours.
Now we were let down and returned to our cellblock. We were fed hot soup and tea. We were all locked up for the night. We talked amongst ourselves wondering what tomorrow held in store for us.
