I Am Yours

preferred moving about and doing something productive. When the maid returned sometime after eating she hands me a damp towel

families or have already been used by multiple masters. These men and women were generally older than the usual pets or so I’ve heard from the sales men who handle t

the center of the table; a snack to munch on she explains just before leaving me alone once again. Another wave of customers enters the building each more ostentatiously dressed than the other. I hated the rich and how

ected into me upon my arrival to this shop. The one tidbit of information that horrifies me is the fact that my virginity is listed as an “added bonus” that causes the fat man to stare at me like a hungry predator who has just found his next meal. Relief fills me when the Assistant reads out the price set to purchase me I watch as the predatory gaze falls to one of sadness as the fat man lets out a dejected sigh and walks away from my cage. It seems like I am too expensive to purchase by that man and I was okay with that. I could only imagine the horrible life I would live if le

is I assume he is the shop owner of the place and is here to keep an eye on me. The words “Valuable merchandise” is spoken a few times between the two before the Maid disappears and the shop owner sends me a wink. I guess this treatment meant that I am the star of the show. It’s funny,

ng this shop and eat like a slob, but years of my mother teaching me to eat like a proper young lady has me taking my time. The shop owner walks around the floor, his eyes scanning each patron as they look into the cages. Many have begun to empty out with each new sale, but I had a feeling they will be full once again come tomorrow morning. Of course my actions do not go unnoticed as

weekly Breeding Exhibition.” The shop o

stares wide eyed at everyone, her orbs flicking to me with fear so prominent I have to turn and look away. If sex slave, commonly known as pleasure pets, were the most thought after in the slave trade, breeders were the

s own cage, guards leading him past my own where he sends me a flirtatious wink, shudders of disgust as his lecherous eyes roaming over me, before I watch his figure enter the cage where the poor girl is stripped of her clothes, leaving her body for all to see. The male slave wastes no time to the prey offered before

eyes meet that of a lanky man with graying hair, his tongue flickering out to lick his lips as his eyes u

ugging his shoulders as I watch each of his steps lead him away towards the cage where the poor breeder is being raped for all to

pleasure your new owner.” I jump in fright at the Maid

t with, intending to ignor

g out at the crowd as she pleads for help, but none will come. I watch in horror as the male slave plows into her, knowing that this poor girl must be in pain. The pleading in her eyes is replaced with a sad acceptance before she lays listless on the bed, the male slave having an easier time with his conquest as his hips slam against the poor girl. Moaning from the male and the slick squelch of his cock slipping in and out of her causes a bubble of fear to well inside me. I now know why the Maid made sure I watched, if I wasn’t a

njoy her to your hearts content for one hour each.” As the Shop Owner’s voice calls over the crowd, I turn my attention away from the Breeder, her bed being rolled away from the sale’s floor to only God knows where. Her day

e and the swinging bed. I am exposed just like that Breeder was for all to see. What I wanted to do is run, be free and never return to this god-forsaken place again, but even I know that at t

a man I can only describe as having Adonis like looks leaning on the bars to my cage, his cold

w is “be careful for