I Am Yours

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

e 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

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 h

head band that would shift out of place whenever she danced. Another muta

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 heigh

se 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 merchandis

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 t

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,

e 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 he

ed 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