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the man spoke to his aid.   While the guard turned to study the cowboy in the shadows, the buyer sat with a snifter of cognac, and turned his attention back to the girl on display.
    Buyers wanting closer inspection of the bound offering, rose and approach the terrified woman, and one of the Arabs paid a fee to have his guard lash a whip across her ass.   The gagged shriek must have pleased the white robed man, because his white teeth shone in a smile and he nodded to the cartel representative announcing the merchandise.   The girl was removed from the post and led away by her new owner’s security guard.
    Dillon watched several more girls presented, and it seemed to him that most of them appeared to have been recently abducted.   They displayed none of the submissive qualities of training to please the men seated in front of them, and their panic overrode any possibility for them to experience what was happening to them.   Their faces were ruined with the tears they had cried since their captivity, and a few of the girls bore bruises on their thighs or bottoms.   Dillon decided that some of the cartel members must have initiated them towards their future.
    The cowboy could not decipher the silent nature of payment for the women, but Dillon was certain that the amount he had been paid for his trained slave was a fraction of what the cartel would receive for her.
    His blonde was brought out, compliantly raising her arms to be secured, though the fear was evident in her blue eyes as she searched the audience until she located him.   A look of calmness crossed over her face, and Dillon noticed the big man look back at him again.   Although the man’s guard had led two previous young women away, this was the first time that the big man approached the stage for a closer inspection.   When he rose, two other potential buyers quickly reclaimed their seats, and Dillon suspected that, for whatever mysterious reason, no one would bid on his slave until the dark haired man had made his decision.
    Viktor’s sharp eyes noticed the man in the shadows as soon as he and the other buyers were led to the courtyard.   Two months ago, he had purchased a redhead that was not the usual street fare the cartel usually tried to move.   Earlier, when all the potential buyers were negotiating lines of payment with the cartel, they were offered a preview of the women being auctioned.   The slaves were huddled together in a room off the parlor, and just before the buyers were escorted outside, a blonde was led in.   She nervously knelt in position while the other dark beauties wailed behind gags and shook in terror as the men looked at them through the bars.
    The blonde… somehow Viktor knew that the man with the black hat and boots had brought her.   While he waited patiently for her to come up to the post, he purchased two sluts for his men in the guardroom that were watching his estate in Russia.   Finally, the small woman was led out, obediently raising her cuffed wrists but fearfully scanning the crowd until she located the cowboy.
    Viktor rose, and several men returned to their seats.   If the Russian wanted the girl, the other buyers knew that he would drive the price up to unreasonable limits.   The young woman trembled while Viktor caressed her breasts, and her eyes never left the shadowed man across the courtyard.   Viktor leaned closer, pressing against her, and he slid a thick finger between her pussy lips.   Her clit was ringed as well as her nipples, and the Russian acknowledged the cowboy’s attention to detail.   It seemed obvious that her pussy, legs and arms had been permanently denuded.
    When his finger stroked her slit, she immediately lubricated, and she glanced up at him once before returning her stare to the cowboy.   In a short amount of time she was rocking her hips into his hand, encouraging his stroking with half-closed eyes of passion while she continued to gaze at the trainer.   Her climax was quick,