The girl, kneeled silently at the stage, her eyes cast downwards. Her shame and her misery that her former Trainer felt that she wasn't needed, that she wasn't fit for Him.

There was hustle and bustle around her, but she wasn't responsive. Her number came up. "Slave 421"

She looked up, and glanced down at her former Trainer, the one who was leaving her, casting her out to the mercy of others. She promised that she wouldn't go through that again, and wished to please whomever it was to take His place to her fullest ability.

She assumed the presenting position, naked, kneeling with her legs spread wide, shaved cunt on display, tits out and back straight, her eyes glazed over towards the selective crowd before her.

Suddenly a Man caught her eye. She remained still and pretended not to be unphased, she tried to slow down her breathing, as she saw Them come forward for a closer inspection....