Inside she felt like a poor defenseless little rabbit surrounded by a pack of ravenous wolves, and to some extent that was exactly what she was in this moment.
The auctioneer ambled over cockily towards her. "I know. I know. It is not often an event as it should be to see such a rare exotic flower such as this portrayed before you, as an item of sale. So as this is the case I know that none of you will want to miss a chance at bidding on the exotic creation standing before you, as the chance might never come again to purchase such a rare girl as this for your collection!"
The auctioneer had a cane in his hand. It was a firan cane. He swished it about menacingly, when he wasn't using it as a pointer. How ironic thought Krista to herself remembering the many beatings she had taken with those cursed switches in her youth in the firan cane fields as a field slave.
The firan cane switch reached out toward her and lifted the back slip of fabric up exposing her rear to the crowd behind, who erupted in applause once more. Krista's face flushed red at the further embarrassment and it was all she could do to keep from turning and grabbing the cane and ramming it up the auctioneer's bottom in payback. But she stayed still under great force of effort and endured the moment of humiliation as best as she could. It would do her no good to resist.
The auctioneer put a hand to his ear and cupped it as if he hadn't heard the uproar of the crowd, "What, still haven't seen enough?"
Before Krista could expect what was coming, the cane was withdrawn and smacked sharply across her lower back. She jumped from the sudden pain of the cane's strike and one of her breasts popped out of the inadequate covering of her chest.
She gasped and her hands flew up to push her breast back in, but they were smacked down viciously by the cane. The crowd erupted again and the auctioneer pranced off towards the edge of the stage.
"Who will give me two thousand tarsas?"
Hands shot up everywhere. Krista's gaze remained downcast and she couldn't help the single tear that traced down her face. Anger began to burn hotly inside of her and she brushed the tear away with an angry gesture.
Throwing her head back she raised her hands and pushed her breast back in to place. Meeting the auctioneer's gaze she dared him to come closer and make something of it, but he wisely stayed away.