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.

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.

Time passes slowly after breakfast for me causing my restlessness to kick in. I was never one for sitting still for too long I preferred moving about and doing something productive. When the maid returned sometime after eating she hands me a damp towel to clean myself as she clears away the dishes and the wet mess of the chair before leaving me once again alone and on display.

As the time passed the pet shop became almost empty with a few stragglers looking at what I learned is the discount merchandise – Pets that have been bought from poor 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 the transactions. I felt pity for these people but they all held an indifferent look when patrons would ask to look and handle them. They were used to this environment.

After walking three rounds around the cage, rearranging the bed spread on the swinging bed and sizing up the other pets in the cages before me the maid returns with a tray in hand placing a platter of fruits down in 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 they looked down on others that are of the common class. Men and women alike gawk at me through the bars but none linger too long near the cage. I was a commodity to them, something they would love to touch but not own.

The first person that took a real interest in me appears an hour after the snacks were presented to me. This man was a short balding fat man whose body waddles around the room and all I could think of is how my poor body would be crushed if he bought me. Standing in front of my cage I watch as this fat man's Assistant reads information about me off of a display screen while the fat man tries to wipe away the permanent sweat that glistens on his face. Every detail about me is read word for word by the Assistant from my medical history to the schools I attended, to the drugs injected 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 left to the fat man's "care". I watch the two make their rounds around each cage until the fat man spots a girl cowering in the corner. She is about my age with dark skin and big brown eyes, definitely a descendant of the now rare African American race. His Assistant vanishes for a moment before returning with a maid who unlocks the cage, places a collar around the girl's neck and hands a leash to the fat man who all but drags the young girl out of her cage and grabs at every inch of her skin. I could see the terror on her face as she is whisked away begging for someone to help her.

The shop patrons ignore this show, probably used to a slave being dragged away as they continue to shop around. A well-dressed man makes an appearance by my cage with the Maid who has served me and begins to talk in hush tones as his eyes scan the crowd. With how respectful the maid 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, I wanted my cakes and desserts to be the star, the masterpieces that people around the world flocked too. Now, I am stuck. I wonder what will happen to my scholarship position. Will another person gain entrance to the culinary school or will I be able to escape and continue my training.

Deep in though, I did not notice the Maid returning to my cage, her voice calling out to me to come and eat lunch. A salad with grilled chicken is placed on the elegant table, its aroma causing my stomach to grumble. Taking a seat, I decide that starving myself will not help with my chances to escape. I need to keep my strength up. I wanted to give a big "fuck you" to the ones running 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 the shop owner looks to me, his eyes roaming my body and the lady like etiquette I portray, approval clearly displayed for all to see. No one would let me free as a well behaved slave and I realized my mistake in how I ate as the Maid cleared away the dishes. The staring continued when a spectacle took place in a large cage across the way from me, drawing the patrons in a large crowd.

"Ladies and Gentle men, welcome to the weekly Breeding Exhibition." The shop owner booms, a grin on his disgusting face.

"Today we will be allowing any one to come and enjoy themselves with our newest breeder after our male has had his taste of her." He continues, a bed being wheeled into the cage. Tied to each post, a girl around my age 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 most frowned upon. They are worse than the common prostitute as their lives are dictated by the fact whether they can produce new merchandise or not. A scream of terror hushes the crowed, a shiver running down my spine.

"Please, don't do this!" Sobs follow the plea and the shaking of chains indicate a pathetic attempt at freeing herself. The room fills with excited anticipation of the impending breeding. The sounds of another cage unlocking catches my attention and I watch as a young male with copper coloured hair is lead out of his 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 him, brushing off the guards and rushing to the girl's body. Cheers from the audience roar around the room followed by more sobs from the poor breeder, the sound of flesh pounding against each other as the male lets out pleasurable grunts, his lips descending onto the delicate skin of the slave. Her fate is now sealed.

"Shop owner will you let us breed with the girl in the bird cage?" My blood runs cold with fear and my eyes meet that of a lanky man with graying hair, his tongue flickering out to lick his lips as his eyes undress what little fabric I have on my body. For once I am thankful to be in this cage away from this man.

"No, Lyra here is special. If you have the money you can purchase this pure slave." The patron looks away in disappointment, shrugging 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 enjoy. The rich are sick with their twisted entertainment. As selfish as this thought is, I am glad that I was not deemed a breeder.

"You should watch Miss Lyra, as your job will to be to pleasure your new owner." I jump in fright at the Maid now standing behind me, the women silent in her approach.

"I don't want to." Retort with, intending to ignore the scene across from me.

"It's not a suggestion. The shop owner told me to tell you to. Trust me when I say you will be better off watching." My eyes move from the Maid to the shop owner who looks at me expectantly. The fear returns knowing that even though I am "Valuable" in his eyes, I am nothing more than an item to be sold. If I did not listen then I would face the consequences. My gaze slowly moves away from the man who decides my fate in this shop, returning to the scene in the cage across from me. Tears stream down the girl's face, her eyes gazing 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 good slave I would be sold back and become a breeder with how rare my hair colour is as I finally notice the unnatural way the light is reflected off of the breeder's hair. The sound of men cheering as the male slave finishing his business, the satisfactory grown from the male slave load and clear for all to see and the fight in the Breeder now gone. I watch as the male pulls out, his cock now limp and light reflecting off the blood and cum coating him. If I ever get a chance to be free, I will fight for the abolishment of slaves.

"Thank you all in spectating this event. As promised, those who wish to participate a signup list has been created. Please leave your name and contact information in case the child produced is yours. You will be able to enjoy 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 will be long judging by the signup sheet of sleezy males ready to give into their carnal urges and fuck that poor breeder senseless. This place is hell for anyone trapped here to be sold or used for the pleasure of the rich.

The Maid informs me that I am now free to do what I wish before bowing and taking her leave. Considering that I am trapped inside this gilded cage, there is nowhere for me to go but the table 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 this is a pipe dream. Sighing, I close my eyes and send a silent prayer to any god or deity watching from above that I am set free soon, that I will be far away living a normal life once again.

"Hello little song bird, care to sing a song?" I stiffen in my seat, my eyes opening to see a man I can only describe as having Adonis like looks leaning on the bars to my cage, his cold and aloof emerald eyes staring into my own with his dark chestnut hair falling over his eyes.

All I can think now is "be careful for what you wish for".