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  Herr Glossner leaned in to me and whispered that he wanted me to stay put. I nodded meekly and he got up and walked around the girls again.

  There was a stack of canes piled on a table against the wall. He went over and picked one up. All eyes were on him as he slashed them through the air. He was testing them through and everyone was being really quiet so the only noise was the terrible noise of the canes.

  I was all alone at my table now so I took the chance to look over at the other girls. They were all watching him.

  I tried to find my roommates but they were all gone. They must have been in that huddle of girls out in the courtyard. I had only been able to recognize the two playing ball.

  I started counting heads. Forty-one girls were here, plus me forty-two that meant that there were ten in the courtyard.

  Why was I being singled out?

  I rose from my chair and went over to the other girls. Herr Glossner grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back to the table where we had lunch.

  “I told you to stay put very clearly.”

  Tears sprang into my eyes. “Why am I being separated from the other girls?”

  “Because you already have an owner. The others will get theirs this evening.” He pushed me down into the chair and went away from me again.

  I left my eyes on him. I wanted to raise my hand to get him to come back to me. I wanted him to explain exactly what he meant by owner. I wanted to debate with him and get him to understand how wrong the idea of an owner was.

  Three women came in and went to him. He looked right at me. He smiled because I was already looking at him.

  Herr Glossner waved me over to him. I got up and pushed in my chair and went to him, stopping a safe distance from him. He looked at me as he spoke to the woman. They nodded and one grabbed onto my upper arm.

  He scolded her and her hand slid down my arm to my hand. He wanted her to hold my hand like he always did.

  The women took me out of the room and into a huge spa area. This would be heaven if I had it all to myself. Everything was a coral colored marble and there was a huge swimming pool sunken into the ground.

  The women were undressing me again. There were three of them so I didn't try to fight them but I felt really guilty about that. I shouldn't be making this so easy on them. They brought me over to a shower area and turned on the water, stood me under it and all three of them started to scrub me clean. They were all touching me.

  My heart was beating so fast and I was crying again. My shoulders were lifting up and I cried with my whole body.

  The women exchanged looks with each other and then they turned the water off. They smeared something in my hair and dried me off with towels. Then one wrapped my hair in a towel and she pulled me along with her by my hand. She brought me to a table and gave me a little push.

  I lay down on it and looked at her. She was stirring something.

  The other woman came in and one sat down next to me and started plucking my eyebrows. I didn't think that hers were that nice, so I was scared how much she would take away.

  The other woman grabbed hold of my hand and started working on my fingernails. She was filing away when the first woman painted hot wax on my leg. She laid a strip of paper over it and then she ripped it off. It hurt but not as bad as I had imagined something like that would hurt. She continued working on my leg.

  They lady working on my eyebrow push me back down. I had sat up to see what the one was doing. I lay down nice and let her work on me.

  The lady working on my hands was painting my fingernails a light pink. It was hardly noticeable. It was at least decent. I was glad that my owner didn't prefer red like streetwalkers wore. That was when I started to worry about diseases. He could have anything and whatever he had he would pass on to me when he slept with me.

  The eyebrow lady went around my head and came back on my other side. She plucked the other eyebrow. After she was finished she rubbed something that smelt like alcohol all over my face and then wiped it off with a washcloth. Then she gave me a facial mask.

  As my skin got tighter and tighter the lady working on my legs had me raise them up in the air so she could get the backs too. She was waxing hair off of my bottom too now. I didn't even realize that I had hair there until she started pulling it off. She then opened my legs and the other two women back away and she applied wax to me down there. Then she applied the paper and ripped.

  My hands grabbed onto the table and clenched it tightly. I had sat up again. I looked down at myself and I saw her coming with more wax.

  “No, stop it,” I called out.

  The other two women grabbed hold of me and pushed me down again. I had to let them and it hurt so much. The woman was quick about it but still I was a mess of tears once she was finished.

  But she wasn't finished she went to my arms and removed the hair from there them too. Once I had settled down the one doing my nail polish checked my hand for damage. She smiled at me and went to work making my other hand match.

  It hurt when she did under my arms too. I just cried feeling sorry for myself. I was as quiet about it as could be.

  The one working on my hands was finished. She and the waxer lady were rubbing oil in to my skin. They covered me up when they were finished.

  I could hear the other girls coming in. They were really loud. The women went out to them. I had cucumbers on my eyes and my skin was being pulled in so tight that it hurt.

  The girls were making a fuss about getting undressed. I heard the cane as it whipped through the air and a girl yelped. Only one lash had been given. I guessed that she was listening now.

  The woman who had given me my mask was removing it now. She took away the cucumbers and sat me up.

  Once it was gone she looked over my face for a while and then she nodded at me. I had a feeling that she was looking for blemishes, but I took perfect care of my skin. There was nothing for her to find.

  She helped me to my feet and walked me back to the showers. She held me by my hand while she waited for one to free up. I stood next to her completely naked. Ten naked girls were all showering in front of me. My roommates were among them. I tried not to stare at them but they were everywhere.

  They were washing themselves and staring at me too. They looked at me where there was no longer any hair to cover me up.

  When a shower was free the woman removed the towel from my head. She brought me to the waterspout and washed me again. The other girls all stared at that. I shrugged at them and the woman grabbed hold of my face and turned it to hers. She shook her head no.

  She washed the stuff out of my hair and then toweled me dry. Then she scrubbed my body like there was no tomorrow. She gave me a bathrobe and led me to a hairdresser's chair. It looked just like the ones you see at the hairdresser's.

  A new woman stepped forward. The two women talked and the hairdresser was fluffing my hair while they were. I stared ahead and checked out my eyebrows. They looked nice thankfully. I looked at my hands too. They were also perfect.

  The hairdresser started combing my hair. My hair was pretty long so she had to bend down to trim it. I was prepared to flip out if she tried to really cut it short. She was careful not to take off too much and when she looked at me I smile and nodded. She blew it dry and combed it to perfection.

  After she finished she divided it in half. She french-braided it.

  She moved to the other side and braided that half too. I looked really sweet and young.

  The woman smiled at me and then went off, leaving me alone to look at myself.

  She came back with a box. It had my things in it. I stood and quickly went about getting dressed. I looked back in the mirror. I could pass as a much younger girl now. Only my breasts were giving away my real age. She took hold of me by my arm and started walking with me again.

  Another woman stopped her. I was positive that she said I wasn't to be held like that because she took hold of my hand and we left the room. She was marching quickly. She led me outsid
e to the courtyard.

  The woman didn't let go until we were standing in front of Herr Glossner. He smiled at me pleased with my hair, I guessed.

  He reached out and took me by my other hand so I was holding on to his like he made everyone hold my hand. We stood there and looked out at the others. I was getting bored. He wasn't talking to me and all the other girls were talking to each other.

  I stood next to him for about an hour. I noticed that the other girls sometimes disappeared and came back. Were they going to the bathroom? I really had to go in the meantime.

  I shifted my weight a little and debated asking if I could go. I hadn't been since this morning.

  “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked me, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

  I nodded at him.

  “Okay, I'll take you.” He called out to one of the other guards and pulled me inside again. Once we were inside he laid down his cane and locked the door. He took me back up the way that had led to his room.

  “Here you go, but hurry. I have to go too.”

  I went and felt like saying thanks for sharing very sarcastically. Of course I didn't, but I had really wanted to.

  I went quickly sighing that I had finally been able to go. I took a second to look down at myself. I looked different, somehow cleaner this way. If it hadn't hurt so much I would prefer to stay this way.

  I washed my hands and went out.

  Herr Glossner was sitting on the sofa looking at the newspaper. He stood when I came out and went in. He paused before he closed the door. “Sit down on the sofa and stay there. I'll be right out.”

  He closed the door and I could tell that he was hurrying. The toilet flushed right away and he came out with a towel in his hands. He had wanted to see if I was still there. “Good girl,” he said as he hung up the towel and then held his hand out to me again.

  I knew what that meant. It meant he wanted to pull me around after him again. I went to his hand and he pulled me to his side. He just looked down at me and smiled for a moment. Then he turned and went down the stairs.

  Herr Glossner unlocked the door and we went out to the corridor again. He nodded over to the bus driver. He was tightly holding onto my hand again. I had to stand next to him while all the others played. After a few minutes I turned to him, “Why can't I go to the others?”

  “I already explained that. You will stay right here next to me.” He kept his eyes on the other girls and didn't look my way as he answered me.

  “You mean because I already have an owner – like a dog would?”

  He grinned again. “Certainly not like a dog. More like an extremely expensive car that one would take perfect care of.”

  “But you can't own a person.”

  “That, my dear child, is a very modern notion. And this is a very old country.”

  “That doesn't make it right.”

  “Do you always have to have the last word?” He looked at me now. He looked ticked.

  “No, not at all, just when I'm right.” I lifted up my chin a little.

  “Oh, well that is good to know,” he grinned and looked back over the girls.

  The sun was getting really hot and it was shining right down on me. There was hardly a cloud in the sky. Herr Glossner just held my hand without letting go even though it was so hot.

  All the doors were open up to let air in. I could see the women working in the kitchen. They were putting champagne glasses on trays and trays full of appetizers. I watched them going into a room behind us. They were setting up a very expensive buffet table. I was starting to get hungry again.

  I heard a helicopter coming. Everyone looked up and watched it fly over our heads. It flew so low that they had to see us. Several of the girls waved and screamed for help.

  “What brats,” Herr Glossner said shaking his head at them. He looked like he wanted to whip them, badly.

  “Okay angel. It's time. I need you to go to our room now. You can play with your laptop again.” He pulled me back over to the door. The girls were watching us closely. None of them were coming to my rescue. He had been right about that.

  “I won't lock you in this time. I'm leaving the door open so you can go to the bathroom. But I am locking the apartment door. Don't touch anything that isn't in our room. The others would be very upset about that. You need to be really good for me. I'll come back in a while and bring you to bed. When I do I'll sneak you a snack. Today is a very busy day for us. If you disobey me I will be very upset with you. You don't want that, do you?”

  I shook my head no.

  “Good than in you go.” He opened the door to the apartment and then closed it again.

  I was standing in the living room. I looked around again. I had a feeling that they were very poor. I saw that there were three other bedrooms. I fought with myself not to open the doors and peek in. I went to our bedroom as he called it.

  I had already figured out that my owner couldn't come get me yet so I had to stay with them until he had time. Herr Glossner was sharing his room with me until then.

  But how could my owner have picked me out already?

  Did he just want me because I was American?

  Did he hate all Americans?

  I looked out of the window and I saw around twenty limousines parked out there. I saw a driver opening the door and a man getting out. He was old and gray but he looked very dignified. But you can't judge a book by its cover, I told myself. He was here to buy one of my friends. Horny old bastard I thought.

  He looked up at the building and saw me standing there. He waved to me. I stepped back to the side of the wall. I couldn't resist; I peeked back out to him. He was still there and he was smiling at me. I hid again.

  I waited a long time before I looked back. He was gone then but others were coming. All were dressed very fine. Another helicopter was landing close by to where the other one had landed. I had a perfect view from here.

  The door to the apartment flew open and Herr Glossner came charging in. “Get away from that window right now.”

  He grabbed me by my arm like the others weren't allowed to do. He sat down on the bed and I fell over his knees. Herr Glossner started right in spanking me. I tried to reach back and cover my bottom with my right hand but he twisted it behind my back.

  He was spanking hard and fast and I couldn't breathe anymore. He stopped spanking and let go of my hand. “Stand up,” he barked at me.

  I did on shaky legs. I was backing away from him and I ended up next to the window. He sighed so loudly that I moved away from the window and over to the wall opposite the bed.

  “Stay away from the window. You already caused a lot of trouble. I am going to have a very tough time making that man happy now. He is set on you and none of the other girls are like you. If I have to come back in here again you will be very sorry.” He took a step towards me and I ducked my head into my shoulders.

  He shook his head at me again and then he left.

  I came out of the corner and went to my bunny. I hugged her close to my body and then I sank down into the corner and just cried. I settled down after a while but I was still so scared. I could only guess that the man who had seen me wanted to buy me and he told Herr Glossner that. But I had already been sold to someone else.

  He came back in and looked around the room until he spotted me.

  “I swear I didn't go near the window.” My tears started up again. He walked around to me and crouched down.

  “I believe you. Don't cry anymore. I think I will bring you to bed early tonight.” He stood up. “Get your pajamas out, angel.”

  I stood up and got them out. He followed me to the wardrobe and got out a tuxedo for himself. He was opening his shirt right next to me like that was the most normal thing in the world.

  I turned so I wasn't facing him. I held my bunny and my pajamas tightly in my hands.

  “Change quickly. I don't have much time.”

  “I'll just go to the bathroom and change.” I started to walk t
hat way but he reached out and stopped me.

  “You can change here.” He was staring me down again.

  “No, that's alright. I have to go anyway.”

  “You can go after you are changed. Hurry up. I need to go back to the party.”

  “You mean the people buying party?” That had slipped out and he was scowling at me. I backed up against the wall.

  “That is absolutely none of your business.” He removed his shirt and stared at me. “Should we try counting to three?”

  I shook my head no.

  “Then get started.” He was getting loud and frustrated.

  “But – ”

  He sighed loudly and pulled me close again. He grabbed onto the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. I was still holding onto my bunny and pajamas. He reached in and took them away from me. And then my dress was off and I was in my underwear and socks again.

  His hand passed over my back and my bra was open. I tried to hold it in place but he tugged it away before I could get hold of it. My hands flew to my breasts to cover them up.

  He rolled his eyes and removed my underwear.

  I covered my nipples as best as I could. I reached to pull up my underwear again.

  He was kneeling in front of me and then he pushed me back against the wall. He was able to remove my underwear completely that way.

  I laid one hand over my breasts and the other over the area between my legs.

  He laughed as he picked up my pajamas. “Well now you really have a problem. If you want to be covered again you will have to remove your hands. If you don't I still see an awful lot of you. What will it be? Standing there naked or dressed in your pajamas.”

  I really had to think about that. I bit my lip a little as I thought and he eyed my body from the side. “Pajamas,” I answered.

  “Good decision.” He picked them up and put them over my head. I removed one hand and slipped it through the armhole then quickly the other. I pulled it down nice and tight. He had the matching white shorts in his hands. He looked for the tag before he bent down again and held them out for me to step into them. I did and he slowly pulled them up my legs.