I Am Yours

The night life is alive as the grand opening party continues. Risqué the newest night club is celebrating its first opening with success with men and women enjoying stolen moments in dark corners or pressed against each other swaying to the sensual music. In a corner booth away from the low lighting provided two men do their best to blend into the shadows. Their attire marks them as outsiders to the party goers with dark non-descriptive clothing and shades covering their eyes. Their job tonight is to scope out new merchandise for their boss.

As traffickers for the largest slave shop these men are tasked with finding women the rich find desirable as the women will become slaves intended to pleasure their masters in any way the men desired. Ready to call it a night the two men get up intending to go to a new spot when they spot them. Entering the room and close to the table the men sat at are three teenage to early twenty girls.

The girl had long hair that sparkle like a prism even in the dim light. With the shifting of her body her locks sway causing many of the locks to shift in colour. With one glance the men knew she had a rare mutation only few have after the Great War that devastated the Nation of Canada and the United States of America as well as the rest of the world two hundred years ago creating the country Symphrain where part of Canada mixed with part of the United States of America once stood. This meant that the girl’s her hair is all natural.

The second girl had short pixie cut aqua hair and wore a pair of cat ear head band that would shift out of place whenever she danced. Another mutation of rare hair on a woman that many men would fight to claim as his own.

The final girl had hair as red as blood. It was not like the traditional red head seen from those with what is known as Old Scottish and Old Irish decent. This hair is long and straight not a curl in sight as she sways to the music. The men felt the profit that will be placed into the pockets just by looking at these girls. Each sporting athletic figures of at least five-foot-three-inches of height with full breasts that many women would use surgical enhancements to have, a small waist that could easily be held and an ass that just demanded to be spanked the men knew they have hit the jack pot.

With the thought of a big payday in mind the men go about luring each woman away promising a night of dancing getting each of the alone and close to the back exit that they have scouted out hours before the men drug each woman in turn. Making sure that the three newly acquired merchandise are secured in the back of a black discreet van the men make their way to the Pet Shop a grin on their faces. Tonight was a good haul for them.

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The shop owner smiles down at the new merchandise being carried into the shop. His men had done well with tonight’s hunt and many will be getting good pay for the slaves they brought in. The last van pulls in a good thirty minutes late for delivery but as the two exit their vehicle to open up the back of the van the punishment the shop owner was ready to order out paused at the tip of his tongue. He already has two buyers ready for the aqua-haired girl; she will fetch a good price for a local man who is all too ready to gift his successful son. The blood red hair on the second girl is also eye catching and another buyer that has been looking for such a pet comes to mind. But the last girl is definitely a prize. She would make the perfect pleasure slave for a male.

Ordering the workers to deliver these girls into a holding room and his assistant to make a call to the two gentlemen that has been waiting for news of specific pets, the shop owner personally oversees the transfer of the prismatic-haired girl. With a flawless body and creamy white fair skin this girl will fetch a price and make a well-earned profit for his pet business. Taking the unconscious girl into an exam room the maids make quick work of stripping the girl naked and scrubbing her body clean. With her body ready the shop owner motions for the Doctor to come in to do his examination. Her finger print is scanned as eight-teen year old Lyra Roselette, a perfect name and age for a pleasure pet. The Doctor continues his examination testing each body part making sure everything functions coming to the last part of his assessment, checking to see if the is still pure. A pure pet will fetch the highest price possible as “Special Pets”, bringing more prestige to the Shop owner’s shop.

“You’re in luck, this one here is a virgin!” The Doctor exclaims. The shop keeper is thrilled and instructs which enhancement serums are to be injected into her. One to stimulate her sex drive with just the slightest provocative touch, one to have her produce breast milk as many have demanded it in a pleasure pet and the last one to make her soaking wet and craving for her tight virgin pussy to be fucked like the wanton whore she will be in the end. After an hour of waiting from the completion of each injections, the Shop owner caresses her naked flesh making sure the serums have worked its way through her system and hearing the girl lustfully moan in her sleep. His lip descends onto her right nipple, giving it a slight bite before he suckles; the warm taste of breast milk flowing into his mouth. His finger runs along the opening of her pussy, feeling the dampness of her juices flow out as she moans again, her hips moving on their own against the tips of his fingers. She is ready.

Signalling the maids to clean the girl and ready her for tomorrow, the Shop owner heads into a private room to deal with his own sexual frustrations using his own pet. As much as he would love to take Lyra as his own, he would rather the money. His mind wanders to the new merchandise as his cock rams in and out of his own pet, her moans and cries of pleasure fueling his imagination, just what would Lyra sound like with a cock being rammed into her full force? With his own fantasies being played out for an hour, the thought of using money to enhance one of his girls into a similar state as Lyra, the Shop Owner finishes, his hot seed filling the battered and spent slave under him. Coming out relieved, a maid informs me of the placement for his new merchandise, a gilded white-gold cage in the center of the shop. Taking a quick look inside, the Shop owner grins with the new display. The new merchandise is wearing a white lacy push-up bra as her shirt, a sheer skirt revealing the outline of her matching lacy thongs is all that covers her lower half as her body lies elegantly on the swinging bed; a perfect specimen that will be the best sale of his career. The Shop owner adds the final touch of placing her information on the display screen in front of the door. Now all he has to do is wait for a wealthy buyer.