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     I found myself, like the rest of the goods on display, poked and prodded and closely
inspected by many a prospective buyer, and I’m sure by many others who hadn’t the
slightest intention of putting in a bid but who quite liked the thought of spending a
pleasant afternoon grubbing about up between lady’s legs.  Apparently there had been many
examples of trickery and outright fraudulently advertised goods in the past and so it was
incumbent on any buyer to carefully check before stumping up the cash to see they were
getting the genuine article.
     There was much haggling over price.  I had no idea of the value of things in this
corner of the galaxy, but  the numbers bandied about seemed impressive enough. Barra
Tomba, whom I first saw again lined up among the throng, was quickly sold as part of a job
lot of six women to a Belargian for what purpose I could only guess and she was marched
off never to be seen by me again.
     For my own part, I seemed to attract a lot of initial interest but no firm offers. 
A free fuck seemed to be part of the haggling process: a sort of try before you buy offer,
and so I began to experience the full range of alien pricks.  For the first two days I had
to endure a lot of that sort of treatment, but it was no different to what every other
Ankoran on the block was getting.
     I was almost sold to a family of Lioons, who needed a maid capable of standing up to
the attentions of the mistress of the house, who it appeared was rather free with a lash. 
I believe they were eventually pointed towards a more robust species after deciding I
would not be value for money.  That, judging by the way I’d felt after she had been
allowed to give me a try, was a great relief to me.
     All this attention not unnaturally took its toll on the merchandise, and the
Hoormen, for once, were willing to show a bit of compassion and I was introduced to the
latest in medical technology they had set up for just that purpose.  There was a steady
stream of women carried off to the first aid tent to emerge literally minutes later as
good as new and ready for more attention from the customers.  It was not done of course
for our benefit, only to ensure the value of their stock did not fall too far before a
sale could be concluded.  I tell you, it is not a good feeling to be treated only as an
object up for sale.
     The closest I came to having a sold ticket stuck to my bottom was when a mechanical
who had some strange ideas about lovemaking, made an offer.
     The free fuck, cheerfully extended by the Hoorman who by then was keen to see me
moved, was not pleasant.  I had then no idea that a mechanical had the necessary equipment
let alone the desire or need to engage in acts of passion. Shows how ignorant I was back
then.  I now know that there are many nominally non living species out there who consider
it the height of sophistication to have it off with a living creature before even
considering fucking a female version of themselves.  Strangely, the males of few flesh and
blood species display much enthusiasm for sticking their cocks into the artificial vaginas
of a mechanical race.  Such attitudes have been known to be the cause of several
devastating wars.
     Finally it was my turn to be sold…