Buying Trouble, PT 2: No Gags For Public Use

“Who says I’m a virgin?”

“The doctor will,” the handler said, hauling her into a low slung building with a shimmering blue cross hovering above it.

“I want a certificate of purity,” he grunted at the lady behind the counter.

“I can tell you now, he’s not pure,” Eris quipped. The woman smirked. The trader slapped Eris’ butt again, making it burn like blazes.

“Watch the merchandise,” she yelped. The slaps were starting to add up and get damn painful. If he kept it up, she was going to have to consider actually behaving herself. “Nobody is going to want me if you thrash my ass off.”

“I need a certificate for this one,” the trader said. “And a gag.”
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Buying Trouble, PT 1: A Stolen Slave Is Spanked

"I don't need an examination, I'm not sick! OW!" Eris grasped her hot, stinging backside and scowled at the man who had dealt her the slap. He was a big, burly bearded creature who stank of beer and she hated him more than she hated anything in the world. He was everything she was not. He was tall and she was short, he was fat and she was slim. He was old and ugly, and she was young and cute - a twenty year old snub-nosed blonde with a big mouth and a bigger attitude.

"Silence, girl," the trader growled. Three days earlier he'd snatched her from the fields where she was scavenging crops to feed herself. He'd been so pleased with himself in the beginning, figuring he could take her to the trade city of Solaris and sell her at one of the alien markets. He wasn't pleased now.

"I'm healthy," she insisted. "Look at me. I don't have any pock marks. There's no rot on me, and I have all my hair.” She plucked at the strands of her blonde locks just in case he'd missed them.

"The doctor's not checking your hair, girl,” he guffawed, as if he'd made a joke. If he had, Eris didn't get it.

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