This choice: an item to sell to wealthy foreign women • Go Back...Chapter #4an item to sell to wealthy foreign women by: Zack T. As you are led from the cage, you again ask, “Where am I? Who am I? What is happening?”
Ms. Mulhunsen stops and looks at you sternly before answering. “I guess there are a few things you need to know, but you should not get accustomed to asking questions without permission. It’s not like you have any rights to know anything – or any rights about anything, for that matter. Understand?”
You nod, questioningly.
Ms. Mulhunsen continues. “Your name – well, for now, anyway – is Seth. If your new owners want to call you something else, that’s up to them.”
“New owners? I thought you were my owner.”
Ms. Mulhunsen glares at you. “I can excuse such disobedience only this last time. I hate turning over new merchandise with bruises, but I will not have some boy speak to me as if he were my equal. Do you understand?”
You nod and lower your head submissively.
“As I was saying… Your new owners may call you anything they like. We think you are 16 or 17 years old; your breeding records seem to have been misplaced, but you look like that’s about the right age. You have been purchased by my clients, a wealthy group of investors, who run an exclusive resort on an island in the South Pacific. It caters to the very wealthy who want to get away from their responsibilities for a few days and be – pampered. You have been in slave training for the past two years to do just that.”
You open your mouth to speak, but catch yourself at the last moment and close your mouth again. Ms. Mulhunsen notices and approves. “Very good, Seth. You can learn your lessons. That will make life easier, healthier, and longer for you. I suppose you were about to ask what good two years of training is when you can’t remember anything. Am I right?”
You nod your head in agreement.
“As a standard measure, we mind-wiped you once you were purchased. That got rid of annoying and troublesome issues such as loneliness about lost friends and family, any kind of concept of self-identity and personal rights, and stuff like that. The core issues, such as your training, remain in tact and will come to you when needed. For example, we won’t have to waste time teaching you about the Birds and the Bees all over again. Although, from what I’m told by the Training Mistress, you took to that instruction very quickly. Of course, we unshrunk you so you would be able to meet their needs.”
You have no memory of anything she has been telling you, but you find yourself strangely aroused as she talks, and you feel a stirring in your crotch. Your lightweight pants do little to hide your growing erection.
“I am always on the lookout for new slaves for my clients. Every year we have slaves who no longer are able to satisfy the clientele for one reason or another and have to be replaced. Of course, there are the inevitable urgent replacements that are needed when a guest’s idea of being pampered damages a slave too much.”
That last comment alarms you, but at the same time, you find it strangely arousing, bringing you to a full-blown erection. Ms. Mulhunsen glances down and notices. Grinning, she says, “Yes, I can see that your training has stuck with you. I think you will be in high demand at the Island.”
“And now,” Ms. Mulhunsen says, “with that introduction behind us, it is time to….”
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