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and make a small profit. Now he saw envy in their eyes and it thrilled him.
Jenya, padding along behind, felt similar pride. She altered her gait so the tiny bell
between her legs would jingle as loudly as possible, though it was still barely audible.
When it bounced against her clit, the rim stimulated her, causing her fluids to seep out
along her slit.
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Along the way, she recognized a few breeders who had been sold before her. One in
particular, Lyrda, had always acted so superior to Jenya. She had convinced herself that
only the most powerful Damon would buy her.
Yet when Lyrda s fourteenth birthday approached and she began to face the very
real possibility she might not be selected, the haughty girl lost much of her arrogance.
Jenya had grown tired of Lyrda s putdowns, which didn t make any sense because
Jenya had been selected, not Lyrda. If anything, it should be she who looked down on
Lyrda. But that was not Jenya s style&
During the last six months of her stay in the Damon slave quarters, Lyrda began to get
desperate. She was put up for Selection three more times before the end, and each time, the other
girls told Jenya that she had flirted shamelessly with the Damon buyers.
Syminton did not punish her, for he knew she was worried. As she should be. Everyone
could see the flaws that the Damons saw but had hoped they might be overlooked. She was pretty
enough. Her biggest problem was her rather narrow hips. She might not have any problems in
birth, but many Damons did not want to take the risk. They liked the wide-hipped girls with the
sturdy legs, like Jenya. True breeders.
A month before her fourteenth birthday, Lyrda came to Jenya to ask if there was something
she should be doing differently. Jenya didn t know what to say. After rynes of acting superior,
now she came for advice?
 I don t know, she said softly, trying not to hurt the girl s feelings. What could she say
make your hips wider?  You have one more Display, I think you ll be selected.
The sun of her final Selection, Lyrda was beside herself. She bathed carefully and used too
much perfume. She brushed her hair until Jenya was worried it would be pulled from her scalp.
She even took the drastic step of shaving the hair between her legs, in an effort to appear younger
and more desirable to the Damons.
Nothing worked. When she came back from the Selection, unselected yet again, her despair
was total. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. No one dared approach her. She had become a
pariah, as if by speaking to her, her bad luck might rub off on another.
Jenya felt sorry for Lyrda, despite the girl s former arrogance. When Syminton called her
into his office, she went with shoulders slumped, totally defeated. She returned less than a hura
later, in a black mood. Whispers soon followed:  Lyrda s demoted to the Craftsman caste. She
goes up for auction in a month.
In retrospect, Jenya thought she got off easy. Craftsmen had talent and value, even
if they weren t rulers. Lyrda could have become a house breeder or been sent to the hill
regions, where Damons weren t as fussy, but living conditions were much harsher.
If Jenya hadn t been selected by a Damon, she could have found honor in bearing
the children of a Craftsman, she believed. Still, she mused as she fingered the number
etched into the skin of her upper bottom, I am one lucky girl.
Jenya smiled at Lyrda as she walked by and secretly delighted in the downward
cast of the young slave s head as her eyes evaded hers. The deference was demanded by
her lower caste.
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At the market, Lord Rydah seemed as if he wanted a little of everything. He placed
fruits and bread and meat in her baskets, a gabon of freshly ground renda, then followed
with pastas and vegetables. Within a hura, she was loaded down with goods.
He must have some money, she decided. How else could he afford all this and a
slave too? For a moment, her thoughts were tinged with jealousy as she contemplated
that he might purchase other slaves, casting her down in the hierarchy as newer,
younger girls came into the household. It wasn t something that the Ladies taught at the
pens, but the girls knew it happened all too frequently.
She determined that she would do everything possible to please her new master.
Her next opportunity came a few lapars later, when they passed the breeding fence.
She watched as Lord Rydah paused, taking in the sight of two slave girls who had been
bent over the railing by their masters. Ostensibly, the fence had been erected for masters
who needed to keep breeding their slaves and didn t want to interrupt their marketing
to take them home, but most people recognized it as a place for masters to show off.
As Rydah stopped to watch, Jenya felt her loins contract, then expand. New fluid
began to fill her slit and run down the insides of her legs. She watched as the two young
slaves hunched over the low, padded fence, the round globes of their asses held
high accepted their master s cocks, their faces imbued with lust and pride, their little
bells jangling mightily. Jenya stole a glimpse at master s breeches and saw his cock
stirring there. She ached to line up next to the other slaves, to take her master proudly
as they did. She had to wait, however, for her lord to decide. Perhaps he was too
reserved for such a public display. Unconsciously, she stamped one foot, causing her
tiny bell to jingle anew.
Rydah had just started to pull her away, then stopped to stare at her. Jenya knew
she presented quite a sight: her nipples were hard, her face flushed, and her pussy
swollen.
He couldn t resist her. He nodded and tipped his head toward the fence. Jenya
hurried over to take her place next to the other slaves, eager to prove herself. She bent
over and gripped the handles on the other side. This position felt strange to her, the
way her heavy breasts hung low, her soft white ass raised up to meet him. She looked
back to see him free his cock from his pants.
For a moment, she felt a twinge of embarrassment at her position. She noticed
several shoppers had paused to take in the scene. Jenya, bent over the fence as she was,
knew they had a clear view of the intimate folds of her flesh, the wetness there, and her
master s cock poised at the entrance.
Time seemed to stop as she waited there. She heard her bell tinkle as she shook with
sexual tension. Then she felt his cock at her entrance and she rolled her hips to meet
him.
She gasped as he thrust hard at her, causing her bell to jingle loudly as it swung
back and forth. Jenya gripped the fence tightly, fearful that he might break it, he was
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