I Am Yours [Slave to Love Book 1]

The nightlife is alive as the grand opening party continues. Risqué, the newest nightclub in town, is celebrating its first and rather successful opening, with men and women enjoying stolen moments in dark corners or pressed against each other, swaying to the sensual music. Two men sit together in a corner booth away from the low lighting, blending into the shadows. Although they are clearly outsiders to the party-goers, their attire is dark and non-descript, and dark shades cover 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 please their masters in any way the men desire. Ready to call it a night, the two men get up, intending to go to a new spot, when they spot them. Three teenage-to-early-twenties girls enter the room, close to the table where the men were sitting just moments ago.

One of the girls has long hair that sparkles like a prism even in the dim light. Her locks sway as her body moves to the music, causing much of her hair to shift in colour. With one glance, the men knew she had a rare mutation only few people have after the Great War devastated Canada, the United States of America and the rest of the world two hundred years ago. The country of Symphrain was formed from part of Canada and the United States of America. To them, all this just means that the girl's shimmery hair is an all-natural rarity that allows her to fetch a high price.

The second girl has a short, aqua pixie cut and is wearing a cat ear headband that looks like it would shift out of place whenever she danced. She also has another rare hair type, making her another woman many men would fight over to claim as their own.

The final girl has hair as red as blood, vastly different from the traditional redhead seen in those of Old Scottish and Old Irish descent. Her hair is long and straight, not a curl in sight as she sways to the music. The two men could almost taste the profits to be had just by looking at these girls. They sported a slim, athletic figure of at least five-foot-three-inches, with full breasts that many women would resort to surgery for. Each has a tiny waist that can easily be held with one arm and an ass that just demands to be spanked. The men knew they'd hit the jackpot.

With the thought of a big payday in mind, the men go about luring each woman away, promising a night of dancing and getting each of them alone. They scouted out the back exit hours before, where they now bring the girls before drugging them, one at a time. Finally, with their three newly acquired merchandise secured in the back of the discreet black van, the men make their way to the Pet Shop with 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 would be getting a good payout for the slaves they brought. 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 pauses at the tip of his tongue. He already has two buyers ready for the aqua-haired girl; she will fetch a good price from a local man who is all too ready to gift his successful son. The second girl's blood-red hair is also eye-catching, and another buyer who 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, who has been waiting for news of specific pets, to make a call to the two gentlemen, 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 hefty price and make a well-earned profit for his pet business.

The maids take the unconscious girl into an exam room, 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 fingerprint is scanned, and her identity is revealed as eighteen-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, and finally, coming to the last part of his assessment, checking to see if she is still pure. A pure pet will fetch the highest price possible as "Special Pets" bring more prestige to the Shop owner and their shop.

"You're in luck; this one here is a virgin!" The Doctor exclaims. The shopkeeper is thrilled and instructs which enhancement serums will 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 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 for the completion of each injection, the Shop owner caresses her naked flesh, making sure the serums have worked their way through her system. Hearing the girl lustfully moan in her sleep, he wraps his lips around 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 have 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 of the room now relieved, a maid informs him of the placement of 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 and a sheer skirt revealing the outline of her matching lacy thong. 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 sighing. But something felt off.

Last night my friends and I went 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 feeling of something not being right returns to me when I hear the sounds of people moving about and multiple hushed voices. I live alone in my own apartment while attending school, so no one else should be home except me.

Deciding to investigate, I slowly push my sore body into a 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 before me, 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 just a thong themselves. They left nothing to the imagination with how each one looked.

Looking 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, am also scantily dressed in a white, lacy push-up bra that barely contained my breasts and a thong with some form of sheer material as a long trailing skirt on top. The skirt has an opening at the front, revealing everything. I felt naked.

"You look lost, Darling." A voice 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 hashbrowns 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 within. The name is written in the rare language of French, meaning "The Adorable Slave." The shop 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 peering 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 spiralling thoughts, hunger pains bringing me back to the reality of being stuck in a gilded cage for all to see. The maid finishes setting the table as another sharp pain of hunger dictates my next move. Food will be the first step to surviving. Standing quickly, the world tilts on its axis, and I instantly regret my decision. A wave of dizziness washes over me, and the headache I awoke with is now 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 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 curve 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 your pussy so sensitive; it's 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 with both 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 grabbing at their own slaves and exiting the room. The maid switches her lips from the abused sensitive nipple to the other and 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 slide out. The maid pulls away from my breasts, giving me a smirk while 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 me all alone, sitting on a chair with a puddle of my juices 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 toward 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 me, and that begins with removing the knockout drug that I had a feeling was used on me. This required nutrients, and I had a heaping pile of food before me that would do just that. Picking up the silverware, I begin to eat. My plans are to 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, then there's a high possibility of the same thing happening to Aime and Jaida.

My eyes were vigilant while I ate, watching as more patrons 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 prefer moving about and doing something productive. When the Maid returns 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 time passed, the pet shop became almost empty, with a few stragglers looking at what I learned was discount merchandise-Pets bought from poor families or used by multiple masters. These men and women were generally older than the usual pets, or so I've heard from the salesmen 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 laps around the cage, rearranging the bedspread on the swinging bed, and sizing up the other pets in the cages before me, the Maid returns with a tray in hand. She places a platter of fruits down in the center of the table and explains it's a snack to munch on just before leaving me alone 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 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 who took a real interest in me appeared an hour after the snacks were presented to me. He is 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 on 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 when I got here. The one tidbit of information that horrifies me is the fact that my virginity is listed as an added bonus. Hearing 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 am 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. He all but drags the young girl out of her cage and grabs at every inch of her skin. I can 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 hushed tones as his eyes scan the crowd. With how respectful the Maid is, I assume he is this Shop's owner and is here to keep an eye on me.

The words valuable merchandise are spoken a few times between the two before the Maid disappears and the Shop owner sends me a wink. I guess this treatment means 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 to. 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 thought, 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 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 have 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 have a feeling they will be full once again come tomorrow morning.

Of course, my actions do not go unnoticed as the Shop owner looks at 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 until a spectacle occurred in a large cage across the way from me, drawing the patrons into a large crowd.

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

"Today, we will be allowing anyone 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 as he speaks.

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 slaves, commonly known as pleasure pets, were the most sought after in the slave trade, breeders were the most frowned upon. They are worse than the common prostitute as their lives are dictated by whether they can produce new merchandise or not. A scream of terror hushes the crowd, a shiver running down my spine.

"Please, don't do this!" Sobs follow the girl's plea, and the shaking of chains indicates a pathetic attempt at freeing herself. The room fills with excited anticipation of the impending breeding. The sound of another cage unlocking catches my attention, and I watch as a young male with copper-coloured hair is led out of his cage by a pair of guards and past my own, where he sends me a flirtatious wink.

I feel shudders of disgust wrack my body as his lecherous eyes roam over me. 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 getting 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 I was not deemed a Breeder.

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

"I don't want to." I retort, 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 am not a good slave, I will be sold back to become a Breeder, especially with how rare my hair colour is, as I finally notice the unnatural way the light is reflected off of the Breeder's dark pink hair.

I hear the sound of men cheering as the male slave finishes his business, the satisfied growl from the male slave, loud and clear for all to hear, and the fight in the Breeder is 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 for spectating this event. As promised, a signup list has been created for those who wish to participate. Please leave your name and contact information in case the child produced is yours. You will be able to enjoy her to your heart's content for one hour each." As the Shop owner's voice rings out over the crowd, I turn my attention away from the Breeder, her bed being rolled away from the sales floor to only God knows where. Her day will be long, judging by the signup sheet of sleazy males ready to give in to 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. I want to run, be free and never return to this godforsaken place ever again, but even I know that 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 from this hell, living a normal life once again.

"Hello little Songbird, 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 features leaning on the bars to my cage. His cold and aloof emerald eyes stare into my own, with his dark chestnut hair falling over his eyes.

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