This choice: Take a closer look at the equipment • Go Back...Chapter #5Take a closer look at the equipment by: Abdul   You wave your hand nonchalantly, "no thank you. But I am intrigued by this equipment. Could I bring one of my own slaves here for training?"
"Why of course. For a trifling fee we can turn the most clumsy of girl into a skilled dancer. But why teach an old dog new tricks when you can have a new one?" the slaver licked his lips.
"So these metal caps reprogram the girls. Incredible," you reach out through the bars to touch the cap atop the head of a very curvaceous slave girl and an arc of green electricity leaps to your fingers. You snatch back reflexively as alien images and ideas flood your mind.
In these images you are dancing, your wide sensuous hips swaying enticingly to a beat you cannot hear. You thrust your heavy breasts out and spin, flimsy silks trailing seductively in your wake. Despite being a lowly slave you feel free as you dance before your approving master. It is good to be his. To be obedient ...
The images and thoughts fade but like a dream, leaving a yearning impression. You realize that the body you saw belonged to the tiny slave girl before you. Her clear blue eyes are open and stare into yours. She starts to say something but then freezes again.
"Sir, it is not wise to touch the caps. The consequences could be unpredictable," the slaver checks his machine, a frown on his face. "This is odd," he mutters to himself.
You nod, your attention focused on the slave girl. "This girl. Is she done?"
"I," the slaver hesitates looking at the big dials and blinking lights, "I think so."
"How much is she?"
"For you? 20,000 dracas."
You consider, then counter, haggling back and forth until you settle upon a price.
"I shall have her wrapped in silks for you," the slaver claps his hands and a petite girls swishes forth, taking the girl from the cage.
You close your eyes as you feel a throbbing in your temples.
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You are dancing, your wide sensuous hips swaying enticingly to a beat you cannot hear. You thrust your heavy breasts out and spin, flimsy silks trailing seductively in your wake. Despite being a lowly slave you feel free as you dance before your approving master. It is good to be his. To be obedient ...
The images and thoughts fade but like a dream, leaving a yearning impression. You realize that you are staring into your own eyes. You try to speak, but you feel your body freeze.
"Sir, it is not wise to touch the caps. The consequences could be unpredictable," the slaver checks his machine, a frown on his face. "This is odd," he mutters to himself.
Your body nods, focused on you. "This girl. Is she done?"
"I," the slaver hesitates looking at the big dials and blinking lights, "I think so."
"How much is she?"
"For you? 20,000 dracas."
Your body considers, then counters. The two haggle back and forth, ignoring you, until they settle upon a price.
"I shall have her wrapped in silks for you," the slaver claps his hands and a petite girls swishes forth, taking the you from the cage. You look down at your curvaceous and petite body and shudder in surprise. You struggle to talk.
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