Chapter 2 One

I groan when the pounding headache caused by the lights turning on wakes me from my slumber. Burying my head under the cool pillow to block the lights from my face I snuggle into the soft warm bed and take a deep breath before releasing a sigh. But something felt off.

Last night my friends and I had gone out to party. I remember drinking and dancing but after that my mind is a complete blank. It must have been a good night because I can't remember much but I wondered how I managed to get home safely. The sounds of people moving about and multiple tones of hushed voices has that feeling of something not being right returning to me. I lived alone in my own apartment while attending school so there is no one else home but me. Deciding to investigate I slowly push my sore body into sitting position and open my eyes even though my pounding head demands me not to do otherwise. Shock fills me with the view of about a hundred people milling about the room filled with cages. Each cage is filled with a scantily clad human being with the females wearing a matching bra and thong set and the males in a thong themselves. They left nothing to the imagination with how each one looked.

Taking another glace around I realize I am placed in an elegant bird cage meant to fit a human and sitting on a swinging bed. I couldn't help but shiver with slight fear while I took in my situation. I too was also scantily dressed with a white lacy push up bra that barely contained my breasts. A thong with some form of sheer material as a long trailing skirt has an opening at the front of my body revealed everything to the human eye. I felt naked.

"You look lost Darling." A voice from behind me startles me from my questioning thoughts making me turn around to see a woman wearing a maid uniform entering from a small door that blends seamlessly into the cage. I watch as she skilfully carries a tray with a silver dome to an ornate table placing it down gently.

"I am a bit lost if we are being honest. Where am I?" I ask the maid as she begins setting about food on the table. The smell of pancakes, sausages and hash browns causes my stomach to growl in protest needing the nutrients the meal will provide.

"You're in a pet shop silly, L'esclave Adoré to be exact. You're to be sold to a new Master or Mistress." The Maid responds to my question cheerily. Dread fills me with her answer as I take another quick look around the room. L'esclave Adoré is a shop every girl steers clear of knowing the dangers held withing. The name written in the rare language of French meaning "The Adorable Slave" has been in Lotross for over one-hundred years, being the most popular in this trade for the wealthiest of the wealthy. And now, with many well dressed patrons milling about the room leering into cages and dragging young women, men and girls that look less than legal age, the reality of where I sit sinks into me. My thoughts sink deeper into trying to remember what happened the night before and if I walked away from Aime and Jaida before being captured.

The smell of food brings me out of my spiraling thoughts, hunger pains bringing me back to the reality of being stuck in a gilded cage for all to see. The made finish setting the table, another sharp pain of hunger dictating my next move. Food will be the first step to surviving. Standing quickly the words tilts on its axis and I instantly regret my decision. A wave of dizziness washes over me and the headache I woke with is once again amplified by the lack of food and the sudden spinning of the room.

"Easy now Miss Lyra the drugs are still wearing off on you." The Maid scurries to my side supporting my weak body before the dizziness causes me to fall to the ground. I give her a questioning look when she mentions the drugs wondering what was injected into my system. The Maid seems to take the hint and gives me a sly smile as she helps me sit in the chair at the ornate table.

"You've been injected with three main serums. One helps your body to be susceptible to pleasurable touch." She trails her fingers along the cure of my breasts causing a low moan to exit my mouth as my eyes flutter close. Her hands trail down my body tugging at the bra and freeing my breasts as one hand stays to tug on the swollen bud and the other continues lower

"One serum makes you're pussy so sensitive its begging to be fucked." Her free hand finds its way between my legs and past the thin barrier of the thong to dive into my soaking wet pussy, another lust filled moan escapes past my lips attracting an audience to watch the show. Her fingers move in a slow rhythmic movement building up a pressure inside me that begged for more. I grind my hips into the three digits inside me as the maid stretches my pussy both with pain and pleasure. The Maid trails kisses down my neck until her lips find the free nipple, nipping at the bud before she suckles.

The warm flow of liquid leaving my nipple informs me I am producing breast milk but the thought is washed away in pleasure as I edge closer to release. My moans attract a larger crowd enjoying the show while I catch a few people grab at their own slaves and exit the room. The maid switches her lips from the abused sensitive nipple to the other one as she begins to suckle causing my body to shiver with wanton need. Finally her fingers twitch one last time inside me bringing me over the brink while my body is wracked with an orgasm. The chair below me becomes wet and sticky from my cum while the three fingers that have worked their way inside me slides out. The Maid pulls away from my breasts, giving me a smirk licking her fingers clean of my juices.

"The third serum causes you to produce breast milk. It's in high demand right now for pleasure pets like you." She announces as she slowly walks away from the table and towards the door. I am left panting wondering what the hell I have been put into as my thoughts reel with this new information. The Maid exits the cage leaving all alone sitting on a chair with a puddle of my juices underneath me and a large breakfast before me. I know security in this shop will be top quality as many shop proprietors in the slave training business will refuse to lose any of their "Merchandise" so planning an escape will be impossible. All I can do is wait for an opportunity and pray that the person who purchases me is nice and takes pity on my situation. My freedom relies on my attitude with the person who will be my master or mistress.

With a sigh I decide that wallowing in sadness will get me nowhere. If I want freedom I need to keep my wits about and that begins with removing the knockout drug that I had a feeling was used on me. This required nutrients and right now I had a heaping pile of food before me that will do just that. Picking up the silverware I begin to eat. My plans – keep up my strength, stay vigilant, find a way to escape and then work on finding my friends. If I was captured and placed into a slave shop than the possibility of the same thing happing to Aime and Jaida. My eyes kept vigilant while I ate, watching as more patrons to the shop enter and leave the store some with a purchase of a new human pet and others empty handed. Eventually my fate will be revealed.