Henry Morgan - The drivers

"Not what I heard! I reckon mostly you oversell."

Lincoln glared at him. "Shit!" he said, "I'll fucking well show you what this one's worth." He looked round. "Give us more space. She used to be in a circus, I wanna show what tricks she can do first."

Soon a little arena in the middle of the throng of eager onlookers crowding round and reaching out for her was marked out, and bright lighting set up, dangling from a couple of cranes.

"Anyone got a few bags of sawdust?"

"Sure," said one of the Drivers. "In my load."

"Spread it around," said Lincoln. "Make it more genuine. Authentic. More like the real thing."

There were jeers at his long words, but soon the sawdust was spread, making it more like a circus ring, with spectators crowding round closely. It was not very big, but very very intimate. Everyone had a great view.

Now Lincoln shoved the girl away, so that she fell in a heap of sprawling limbs in the middle of the ring. He came away from the centre of the circle, leaving the girl there. She scrambled to her knees and stayed there, alone, bowed and kneeling, naked, with her head between her knees and her long black hair down on the sawdust. Her whole body was trembling, and she was making little whimpering noises.

Lincoln clapped his hands, and slowly she raised her head, shaking out her long black hair so that it shone in the lights, then she knelt up straight and clasped her hands behind her back, straining her shoulders back to thrust out her perfectly formed breasts, which Lincoln pointed to.

"Some say these are too small," he said. "Me, I reckon they ain't half bad. They sure feel good." He twisted the nipples in his large hand, making her jump. "Anyone not tried yet?"

Several shouts of 'yes' and 'me' came from the audience.

Lincoln clapped his hands again and the girl rose gracefully to her feet, standing on tip-toe with her legs wide apart and her hands on top of her head, elbows and shoulders still strained right back, making a pathetic little keening sound.

Lincoln went up to her and hit her on the cheek, jerking her head to one side.

"Shut up, bitch!"

Immediately she became silent. She closed her eyes, but tears could be seen welling from under the lids and overflowing.

Lincoln struck her on the other cheek.

"Open your eyes."

They were very dark brown, almost black, shining always, this time with tears, in a slanted setting with long black lashes. Her features were fine, classical, very Oriental, her nose and mouth small. Her lips had been painted red, as had her nipples.

She raised her head to stare out over his head, her body stiff and fearful, the lights shining on it, displaying her beautiful smooth satiny skin glowing with a slight sheen of sweat, her shaven sex was painted gold and thrust out.

Again he slapped a cheek.

"Look at me!"

Ever so reluctantly her head came down and she flinched away as her eyes met his. His were full of sadistic pleasure, hers overflowing with fear and horror and loathing.

"There are some men who want to feel your breasts, girl. Do not move away. Look at them whilst they examine you, OK?"

Another slap to reinforce his instructions and Lincoln turned back to the audience.

"Let's have a queue," he said.

Six of the Drivers lined up, grinning and joking. The others must have felt her up before, when she was tied to the pillar.

"What you grinning about?" asked Lincoln. "This is a serious matter. There's, money involved, it affects her price. Now that's real crucial! We need your opinions about whether her tits are suitable for work in a brothel and for shows like I am making up now. So let's have a little respect, gentlemen… OK, first one, please…"

The first man stepped forward eagerly, but Lincoln interrupted just as he laid a hand on the shrinking girl's right breast. Everyone could see what an effort she had to make to stand there and not run for it.

"Just one moment, pal. Back in line, please."

He went back to the girl and slapped her cheek again.

"Mouth open! You should know that. Tongue out. These gentleman may wish to see your teeth. Oh, and any other part of you they wish to handle, keep still, right?" He slapped her cheek again as she looked him in the eye. "And when they are done they get a kiss, and make it good. If anyone complains you'll be in dead trouble after."

There was an immediate scramble to join the queue, but Lincoln waved the newcomers back. "No more, gentlemen, or we'll be here all night… first gentleman again, please."

The girl stood still, on tiptoe, quivering but silent, those perfect legs very wide apart, her eyes upon the first Driver as he approached, none too steady on his legs after the whisky he had mixed with his beer.

Everyone saw her shrink away from his touch, but she managed to remain on tiptoe and did not move her feet, just swayed back a little.

She kept her eyes on him as he fumbled with her breasts with one hand, the other between her legs, crudely groping around there, but such was Lincoln's control over her that when at last he had finished she put up her face for a kiss, which he took with a clumsy bear hug that was more like a wrestling hold.

She continued to hold still for the next four, all of whom abused her in different ways. Most of the watchers had their dicks in their hands by now, but the best was yet to come.

The last man was the brothel keeper, her potential purchaser.

He went up to her and just stared at her until her eyes dropped. It was obvious that he was a true sadist.

"Look, Lincoln," he jeered. "Where's your control over this little bitch? What you gonna do 'bout that?"

"I'll see to it later," said Lincoln grimly. "Just see if I don't."

"But you're gonner sell her to me!"

"OK then, either you'll get to do it or we'll have to make the beating she's about to receive something real special."

"Both!" He was delighted. "The beating she's about to receive," he repeated, licking his lips with relish. "I like that! Right on! You need a helper for that?"

"Sure do!"

"You got one then! It'll help me if I do buy her and have the show to do."

"Oh, you will!" chuckled Lincoln confidently. He knew he had his man well and truly hooked now. "Finished for now?"

"You must be joking! I ain't even started!"

He still did not touch the Chinese girl, just walked round her. From behind he put his hand between her legs and she yelped at his fierce pinch.

"More shit, Lincoln. You told her to shut up."

"So I did."

"This beating she gonna receive going to be something to remember, eh?"

"Sure is!" repeated Lincoln angrily. He was not used to being humiliated like this, and his jaw was set in an angry line which did not bode well for the girl. The beating looked like being somewhat more than artistic, they all knew that it would be a real hard punishment now, and the excitement was growing by leaps and bounds.

For the next ten minutes or so the brothel keeper subjected the girl to the most degrading examination he could devise, and all the time she stood her ground. It was obvious to them all that he was trying to make her run, but he could not.

Until it came to the kiss…

Suddenly she bit him!

Hard enough that he howled out, a string of foul curses flowing from his lips.

And the girl broke away and ran, but everywhere she went the men in the circle turned her back until at last she ended up in Lincoln's strong arms. She screamed and screamed as he held her, battering his hairy chest with her small fists until at last she subsided into sobs.

He shoved her away and she collapsed at his feet. He hauled her up by her hair. He held her easily, despite her struggles.

"Do I get my kiss now?" asked the brothel keeper, her future owner. Oh yes, he intended to buy her. He had to have her now. Revenge would be sweet and prolonged. He knew now that he just had to have her. He grinned sadistically and approached the girl again, but again she broke down and ran, once again ending up in Lincoln's grip.