The first man stepped forward eagerly, but Lincoln interrupted just as he laid a hand on the shrinking girl's right breast. Everyone could see what an effort she had to make to stand there and not run for it.
"Just one moment, pal. Back in line, please."
He went back to the girl and slapped her cheek again.
"Mouth open! You should know that. Tongue out. These gentleman may wish to see your teeth. Oh, and any other part of you they wish to handle, keep still, right?" He slapped her cheek again as she looked him in the eye. "And when they are done they get a kiss, and make it good. If anyone complains you'll be in dead trouble after."
There was an immediate scramble to join the queue, but Lincoln waved the newcomers back. "No more, gentlemen, or we'll be here all night… first gentleman again, please."
The girl stood still, on tiptoe, quivering but silent, those perfect legs very wide apart, her eyes upon the first Driver as he approached, none too steady on his legs after the whisky he had mixed with his beer.
Everyone saw her shrink away from his touch, but she managed to remain on tiptoe and did not move her feet, just swayed back a little.
She kept her eyes on him as he fumbled with her breasts with one hand, the other between her legs, crudely groping around there, but such was Lincoln's control over her that when at last he had finished she put up her face for a kiss, which he took with a clumsy bear hug that was more like a wrestling hold.
She continued to hold still for the next four, all of whom abused her in different ways. Most of the watchers had their dicks in their hands by now, but the best was yet to come.
The last man was the brothel keeper, her potential purchaser.
He went up to her and just stared at her until her eyes dropped. It was obvious that he was a true sadist.
"Look, Lincoln," he jeered. "Where's your control over this little bitch? What you gonna do 'bout that?"
"I'll see to it later," said Lincoln grimly. "Just see if I don't."
"But you're gonner sell her to me!"
"OK then, either you'll get to do it or we'll have to make the beating she's about to receive something real special."
"Both!" He was delighted. "The beating she's about to receive," he repeated, licking his lips with relish. "I like that! Right on! You need a helper for that?"
"Sure do!"
"You got one then! It'll help me if I do buy her and have the show to do."
"Oh, you will!" chuckled Lincoln confidently. He knew he had his man well and truly hooked now. "Finished for now?"
"You must be joking! I ain't even started!"
He still did not touch the Chinese girl, just walked round her. From behind he put his hand between her legs and she yelped at his fierce pinch.
"More shit, Lincoln. You told her to shut up."
"So I did."
"This beating she gonna receive going to be something to remember, eh?"
"Sure is!" repeated Lincoln angrily. He was not used to being humiliated like this, and his jaw was set in an angry line which did not bode well for the girl. The beating looked like being somewhat more than artistic, they all knew that it would be a real hard punishment now, and the excitement was growing by leaps and bounds.
For the next ten minutes or so the brothel keeper subjected the girl to the most degrading examination he could devise, and all the time she stood her ground. It was obvious to them all that he was trying to make her run, but he could not.
Until it came to the kiss…
Suddenly she bit him!
Hard enough that he howled out, a string of foul curses flowing from his lips.
And the girl broke away and ran, but everywhere she went the men in the circle turned her back until at last she ended up in Lincoln's strong arms. She screamed and screamed as he held her, battering his hairy chest with her small fists until at last she subsided into sobs.
He shoved her away and she collapsed at his feet. He hauled her up by her hair. He held her easily, despite her struggles.
"Do I get my kiss now?" asked the brothel keeper, her future owner. Oh yes, he intended to buy her. He had to have her now. Revenge would be sweet and prolonged. He knew now that he just had to have her. He grinned sadistically and approached the girl again, but again she broke down and ran, once again ending up in Lincoln's grip.
"Here, help yourself," said Lincoln. He held her out, a hand gripping her hair to hold her head in place. "Tongue out," he said. "Do it right."
The brothel keeper grinned. This time there was no problem, for Lincoln's hand at her sex was warning enough. She knew what his pinches were like.
"We better get to the beating," said the brothel keeper, wiping his lip where she had bitten him. "And boy had it better be good, this one's a right little spitfire!"
"It will be," said Lincoln grimly. "It surely will be. But first there's the circus stuff." He turned to the girl. "Right! Perform."
She moved to the very centre of the ring and bowed four times, turning as she did so, to a scatter of applause.
The dance routine she did next was acrobatic, not particularly intended to be erotic, but performed as it was by a captive girl, naked and knowing she was about to be beaten, erotic it most definitely was.
When she finished and repeated her four bows she was shining with sweat and her chest heaving, and this time the applause was quite loud.
"Good," said the brothel keeper, "I'll keep something like that in the shows. Now we beat her?"
"No," said Lincoln. "There's more circus stuff, man. In my truck I gotta case of gear I had made special." He turned to the brothel owner. "It was going to be extra after I'd sold her, but I guess I gotta throw it in now you'll see it." He chuckled. "It'll put her price up though, I reckon."
He turned back to the audience.
"Someone hold the bitch while I go get it."
"Be a pleasure," said the brothel keeper. As Lincoln dropped her in a heap at his feet, the other man picked her up by the hair and a hand at her crotch. "Maybe I'll even get a kiss!"
The crowd gathered round him as Lincoln pushed his way through, and soon they were cheering.
When Lincoln returned a few minutes later the ring was restored and soon the girl was posed in the middle of it, under the lights, on tiptoe with her hands clasped on top of her head, elbows right back as before, eyes open this time and fixed on Lincoln.
She was still crying and her lips were bruised.
"Before the beating," said Lincoln, "there will be some more circus stuff."
There was some applause.
"I must prepare her for the cat act."
Whistles at that.
He opened his case, and took out a cloth and some oil.
"Someone rub her down."
Once again it was the brothel keeper, who obviously considered himself part owner already. And he took great delight in doing it thoroughly. Although she was trembling quite noticeably and shrinking from his touch, she held her erotic pose as he oiled her all over, paying special attention to her most sensitive areas, till her skin was gleaming beautifully in the bright glare of the hot lights
Lincoln clapped his hands twice and the girl immediately bent gracefully forwards and clasped both her ankles with her small hands, keeping her knees stiff and still on tiptoe with her legs wide apart.
There were gasps of admiration all round, and a burst of applause.
The brothel keeper was quick to respond. He held out his hand and Lincoln passed a large plug over.
"Up the arse?"
Lincoln nodded.
"What, this? The end looks mighty thick to me. She ain't all that big."
"Oh, it'll go in alright," said Lincoln. "Be sure to get it all the way, mind, or it may work loose."
The man chuckled. "Leave it to me, squire! Well up it shall be!"