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{ASS} SLAVE MAX {Hungry Guy} (MF Mdom Fsub Mpov nc ws 1st oral anal 
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BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Foreword:  Several years ago, I got laid off from my tech job.  I 
took a job as a car salesman because that was the only job available 
without experience.  On my first week, the dealership sent me to 
short training class.  Halfway through the class, the instructor 
announced that we would have to pay for the training out of our own 
pockets.  That was rather shady, IMO.  The tuition was several 
hundred dollars.  He told us that we would get reimbursed after we 
sold 10 cars within 90 days or something.  I also purchased other 
training materials at my own expense as well.  Well, after three 
months on the job, I sold a grand total of two cars, and got shown 
the door.  I guess I'm not cut out to be a salesman.  Anyway, this 
story is both an erotic fantasy as well as a condemnation of the 
seedy business of car sales. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing 
typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local 
slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker.  
Thanks.

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    ### 

    Ethan's shift at _Tofu King_ had just ended and he was heading 
out of the food court and through the mall to the ATM to cash his 
weekly paycheck.  His part-time job flipping tofu burgers didn't pay 
much, but he managed to live well enough on his $12.50 per hour 
minimum wage job to rent a tiny room in a boarding house and get 
cable HDTV.  After working there for about 10 years since he earned 
his Ph.D., he had managed to save up a few thousand to, eventually, 
buy a car; but for now, he lived close enough to the mall that he 
could take the bus.

    The crowd at the mall consisted mostly of single men.  A few fat 
older balding men were leading beautiful young naked slave girls by 
leashes.  Sadly, though, personal slave girls were out of reach of 
younger guys just starting out.

    Figuring he could blow about $25 today, he stopped in front of 
the _Pink Portal._  Tina, one of the slave girls he recognized, was 
chained by an ankle to the entrance to the store trying to lure 
customers inside.  Her nipples were swelled up, and he wondered if it 
was because she was aroused, or if it was just because the AC in the 
mall was so cold.  He glanced at the window, and a sign in the window 
advertised blowjobs for $25; an hour with the girl of your choice 
could be had for $200.

    "Hmmm," he pondered silently, "I could sure go for a blowjob 
right now.  But _Grand Theft Auto XVIII_ should be released today."

    Unable to make a choice, he continued down the mezzanine and 
stopped in front of _Slave World._  A pair of pubescent buxom slave 
girls were enclosed in the display cases on either side of the store 
entrance.  The one young girl smiled brightly at him as he walked up 
to the window to check her out.  Nice long natural-blonde hair, firm 
round titties, cute little belly button, and a nice bushy blonde muff 
down at her crotch.  He looked back up at her face and she licked her 
lips in such a sensual way as their eyes met.  He stepped just inside 
the threshold to read the sticker on the window and looked down the 
list of standard features, which he read silently to himself, "Hmmm, 
virgin, age 14, 5'8", 110 pounds, 32, 28, 32, blue eyes, blonde 
hair..."  Then he gasped when he saw the price of $82,650.

    He turned to face the other display case, which housed an 
adolescent brunette with similar features.  She, too, smiled at him 
so sensually as he checked out her body.  She had nice firm little 
tittles just the way he liked them, but his eyes immediately jumped 
to her shaved muff.  The girl crouched down in front of him, 
spreading her legs to the window and wiggling her tongue inside her 
gaping mouth.  Ethan immediately got hard and started turning red.  
Checking the window sticker, he read it to himself, "Virgin, age 15, 
5'9", 115 pounds, 33, 28, 23, brown eyes, dark brown hair.  Price, 
$85,320."

    "Oh man!" he sighed, "Who can afford one of these cuties?"

    He was about to step out of the store back out into the mezzanine 
when a salesman walked up and greeted him, "Welcome to _Slave World._  
I'm Chris."  Then the salesman held out his hand and said, "And you 
are?"

    Ethan shook the salesman's hand, answering, "I'm Ethan."

    "Do you mind if I write it down?" he asked.  

    "Why?" Ethan asked.

    "I'm terrible with names," the salesman answered.

    "Sure," Ethan agreed.

    The salesman pulled a little notebook out of his shirt pocket and 
jotted something in it.

    "Are you here to see anyone in particular?" the salesman asked.

    "No, I was just looking," Ethan answered.

    "So you must be here for our gigantic sale!"

    "I didn't know about your sale.  I just saw the girls in your 
window and stopped to look, is all."

    "No problem, sir!" The salesman answered excitedly as he held his 
hands up, palms out, while bouncing on his toes.  "In our sales 
meeting this morning, management told us that all you have to do is 
pick out the girl you'd like to own and they're going to send her 
home with you practically on your own terms.  Not mine, not theirs, 
but yours.  Follow me, let me show you how it works."

    "Really," Ethan insisted, "I'm just looking.  There's no way I 
can afford to buy my own girl."

    "No problem sir," the salesman repeated, again holding his palms 
out and bouncing on his toes.  "Allowing you to look through our 
inventory is just how we do business here at _Slave World._  Please 
allow me to show you some of our best values today."

    "Well," Ethan stammered, knowing that there was no way in hell 
that he could afford to buy his own slave girl.  "I suppose," he 
answered just to appease the pushy salesman. 

    The salesman brought Ethan into the store and let him to a desk.  
The walls of the showroom were lined with more display cases occupied 
by yet more slave girls on display.  Most were young pubescent girls, 
but a few were in their late teens.  Also, a few looked to be in 
their early twenties, though they were exemplary models of womanhood.  

    The salesman motioned for him to sit at a desk.  Ethan sat with 
the pushy salesman.

    "Do you mind if I take some notes?" the salesman asked.

    "No," Ethan shrugged.

    "Are you familiar with our products?"

    "Just the two cute girls in the window over there," Ethan said 
and pointed back to the two girls in the display cases on either side 
of the store entrance.

    "What other girls are you considering?"

    "I'm not really considering any.  I was just thinking of getting 
a blowjob over at the _Pink Portal_ when I noticed the girls in your 
display cases there."

    "I see.  Do you prefer younger or older?"

    "I'm 32, so I would want a girl about my age."

    "And do you refer blonde or brunette?"

    "I think girls with short black hair are cute, but I don't have 
any strong preference."

    "Short or tall?"

    "I wouldn't want a girl who's too tall."

    "Are you looking for a light, medium, or dark skinned girl?"

    "Still, no strong preference."

    "What basic attributes to you need?" the salesman asked, 
stressing "basic" and "need."

    "I like nice firm little titties and a thick hairy muff," Ethan 
answered.  

    "What kind of girl do you currently own?"

    "I don't own any girls," Ethan admitted.

    "Will you be using her for personal pleasure, or for business?"

    "If I could afford my own girl, she'd be just for me."

    "What do you do for a living?"

    "I work part time at _Tofu World_ up in the food court."

    "Do you have a boyfriend or other family members who will be 
using her?"

    "No!" Ethan gasped.  "I don't have a boyfriend!  I'm straight!"  
Though Ethan cooled down after thinking about his friends and how 
economic realities sometimes forced guys to be with other guys.

    "Will you be paying cash or financing a portion of this 
transaction?"

    "I'm not paying anything!  Like I said before, I'm just looking.  
There's no way I can afford $90,000 for a girl!"

    "No problem sir," the salesman said, putting his hands up again.  
"How much cash can you invest right now?"

    "Well," Ethan thought quickly, he had about $15,000 saved by 
living frugally -- renting a room instead of an apartment, and taking 
the bus instead of buying a car -- but he knew if he told the 
salesman that, he'd get hit up for his whole savings.  "I have about 
$2,000 saved up that I was planing to put down on a car."

    "And what were you hoping to keep your monthly budget somewhere 
around?"

    "I make minimum wage, I can't afford more than about $50 per 
month on luxuries."

    "Up to?" the salesman asked.

    "Huh?" Ethan asked.

    "Up to what amount?" the salesman continued. 

    "Maybe I could go to about $60."

    "But on the exact girl you want?" the salesman persisted.

    Ethan sat there in shock, thinking.  The salesman sat there 
quietly, patiently waiting for his response.

    "Well, on the exact girl, maybe I could cover $70 per month, but 
that would really squeeze me."

    The salesman flipped through his notebook for a second, and then 
looked up at Ethan with a big smile, "Ethan, based on the information 
you've given me, I think I have the exact girl you want.  I'm going 
to leave you to check with my boss to make sure all your questions 
are answered properly.  Wait here and let me make sure the girl is 
still available."

    Ethan was shivering with fear and anticipation as the salesman 
rushed off to the sales manager's fish-tank office.  "Could I really 
buy a girl for $2,000 down and $70 per month?" he asked himself. 

    He examined the plaques above the salesman's desk.  One was a 
certificate for _SlaveMax_ training.  Another was for _Level 100_ 
certification.

    The salesman rushed back a few minutes later, filled with 
excitement.  "I've got great news, Ethan!  I found the exact girl for 
you, follow me!"

    Ethan followed the pushy salesman to the rear of the showroom, 
through a curtain, down a short hallway, and into a stockroom lined 
with cage after cage of naked slave girls.  He led Ethan to a back 
area where a few older women were sulking in small cages, each cage 
containing nothing more than a small cot and a piss pot.  The women 
looked like they hadn't had any human interaction in weeks.

    Ethan and the salesman stopped in front of an older Chinese woman 
with short straight black hair.  At that, all the girls in adjacent 
girls rushed up the front of their cages in eager anticipation, 
clasping their hands together as they fell to their knees and stared 
up at Ethan as if they were begging, "Buy me!  Buy me!  Buy me!"

    The other women were even older, more overweight, and even less 
desirable than the Chinese woman was. 

    "Ethan" the salesman explained, "these are our certified pre-
owned girls.  

    The salesman unlocked the Chinese woman's cage, snapped a leash 
to her collar, and led her out for a closer look.  Ethan scanned up 
and down her nude form.  She had a cute face, and her nipples puffed 
out on her perky little breasts, and her muff was thick and black.   

    "This is Xiuying.  She's Chinese and..."

    "Wait," Ethan interrupted the salesman's pitch.  "I'm not sure I 
want an import."

    "Why do you say that, Ethan?"

    "Well, I don't know," Ethan stammered.  "I'd really rather have 
an American girl."

    "Ethan, Xiuying here has all the features you said you wanted.  
For example, what she offers is an age close to yours..." 

    Ethan stepped up to the cage and looked at the sticker attached 
to a clipboard attached on the bars of the cage.  "Says here that 
she's 35." 

    "Yes; and that's very close to your age, right Ethan?" 

    Ethan looked back at the Chinese woman, trying to look sexy, but 
shivering in the cold stockroom.  "She looks a lot older than that," 
Ethan said.

    "She's had a hard life, Ethan.  A kind loving young man like 
yourself could give her back her youthful appearance.  And that's a 
feature you want, right?" 

    "Well, yeah," Ethan agreed.

    "She has firm little titties.  And that's a feature you said you 
wanted, right?"

    "Well, yes, but she's also kind of overweight," Ethan countered.

    "That's one of the reasons we can offer her to you at a bargain 
price.  She was even heavier when we took her in on a trade.  And 
look down there," the salesman pointed to her crotch.  "Look how 
thick and hairy that muff is.  That'll keep your cock nice and warm 
when you're fucking her.  And that's a great feature, right Ethan?"

    "Well, yeah," Ethan agreed yet again. 

    The salesman then said, "Go ahead, examine her yourself."

    Ethan cautiously reached out to her, then paused.  

    "Mind if I touch you, Xiuying?" he asked.

    Xiuying looked back and forth quickly between Ethan and the 
salesman a few times, then said, "I'd be very honored for you to 
touch me, sir."

    "Go ahead," the salesman urged, "feel her up."

    Ethan reached out again.  She gasped when his hand touched her 
cheek, and he slid his fingertips down her collarbone and pinched her 
nipples.  He continued and ran his fingers through her muff, and 
reached between her legs to finger her pussy.  He stroked her clit a 
few times and pulled out fingers soaked with pussy juice.  

    "She's hot, isn't she?" the salesman said with a big smile.

    "Yeah!" Ethan agreed; amazed how wet she got after just a short 
fondling.  "Well, I..." Ethan began.

    "Please sir," the girl pleaded, "don't stop."

    "Go ahead, Ethan," the salesman urged, "play with her."

    Ethan grinned and resumed fondling her clit.

    "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned demurely.

    "You see, Ethan, the girls in our inventory aren't permitted to 
pleasure themselves.  She hasn't had pleasure in several months."

    "I see," Ethan said as he continued to fondle her until she 
finally started quivering, shaking, and moaning, "Ah!  Ah!" with 
every stroke of Ethan's finger on her clit. 

    Ethan removed his soaking wet finger from between her legs and 
grinned at the salesman.

    "Thank you, sir," the girl said, still panting, to Ethan.

    "You're welcome," Ethan said back.  Then to the salesman, he 
asked, "Can I see her back?" 

    The salesman told Xiuying to turn around, and Ethan gasped when 
he saw numerous scars all across her back and buttocks.  

    "What happened to her?" Ethan asked.

    "Her last master wasn't very kind to her, Ethan.  Frankly, that's 
why we can practically give her away to you today."

    "What happened to her last master?" Ethan asked the salesman.

    "He traded Xiuying in for an expensive young American model a few 
months ago.  You're getting quite a deal, Ethan."

    "Well, I don't know," Ethan stammered.  "Why does she limp like 
that?"

    "Her last owner again, Ethan," the salesman said.  "He broke one 
of her legs and never brought her in for service; he just let the 
bones grow back like that on their own.  Again, that defect is 
another reason why we can practically give her away to you.  
Furthermore, another benefit from buying from _Slave World_ is that 
every girl we take in on trade is tested for AIDS, herpes, syphilis, 
gonorrhea, cancer, and other ailments.  That's a great peace of mind, 
wouldn't you say, Ethan?"

    "Well, yes, but I still don't know," Ethan stammered.  "Two grand 
is still a lot of money.  I really don't know if I can afford one 
right now."

    "Please, Ethan, do yourself a favor and allow me to tell you 
another benefit from buying from _Slave World_ before making up your 
mind."

    "Very well," Ethan sighed.

    The salesman opened a wooden box next to her cage that Ethan 
hadn't noticed before.  He removed a metal object with two wide 
plastic-coated metal blades on it. 

    Holding up the device, the salesman said, "This is a very special 
speculum."  

    The salesman handed it to Ethan and said, "Squeeze it."

    Ethan squeezed it like one of those spring-loaded hand exercisers 
that you squeeze with one hand.  He noticed it took considerable 
strength to squeeze the two blades together.

    The salesman motioned for Xiuying to bend over, and then he took 
the speculum from Ethan.  He slowly inserted the speculum into 
Xiuying's vagina.  Then he took a wire, like an audio cable, and 
plugged it into the part of the speculum sticking out her pussy, and 
plugged the other end into her collar.

    "Ethan, ever girl in our inventory, except the virgins of course, 
are required to exercise their pussy muscles two hours twice a day 
with one of these.  She has to keep the speculum tightly closed with 
her pussy muscles during the whole two hours or she will feel a bolt 
of pain."  

    The salesman again reached into the box and removed a large dildo 
that must have been about 10 inches long and 2 inches thick, with two 
straps dangling from one end.  The salesman brought the dildo to 
Xiuying's gaping mouth and slid it in.  

    "Fuck yourself in the mouth with it," the salesman told Xiuying.

    She grasped the end of the dildo and rapidly slid the whole 10 
inches of it all the way in and out of her mouth several times 
without difficulty. 

    "Now watch this," the salesman said, and nodded to the girl.

    She took the whole thing down her throat effortlessly one more 
time; and then closed her mouth.  The salesman then buckled the 
straps behind her head.

    "Ethan, every night, every girl in our inventory must sleep with 
a dildo like this strapped into her mouth."

    The salesman then removed a butt plug the size of that dildo from 
the box.  He bent the girl over and inserted the plug into her anus.  
She barely let out a squeak.

    "Also, Ethan, every girl in our inventory must sleep with a butt 
plug like this one up their rectum."

    "Lastly, Ethan, you know how after you screw a girl, and are 
lying on top of her and she says you're too heavy and to get off?"

    "Er, not really -- the only sex I've ever had has been blowjobs 
at the _Pink Portal._  I've never been laid the normal way." 

    Ignoring Ethan's answer, the salesman went over to a closet 
opposite the display cases, and dragged out a large burlap sack in 
the shape of a person with arms, legs, and head.

    Xiuying lay on her back on the cot as the salesman dragged the 
sack in.  He heaved and lifted the sack and placed it on top of her, 
as if it were a man screwing her. 

    "Ethan, every night, every girl in our inventory is bound spread-
eagle to their cot and one of these sandmen is placed on top of her.  
New girls in our inventory start out with a lighter sandman, about 50 
pounds.  After a two weeks, they are able to sleep the whole night 
with a 250-pound sandman on top of them, with a dildo strapped in 
their mouth, and a butt plug up their ass.  They sleep the whole 
night, every night, like that."

    "Wow!" Ethan gasped.  "The speculum too?"

    "No, we don't make them sleep with the shock-speculum.  C'mon 
Ethan, we're not _that_ cruel," the salesman laughed.  "But that 
could be you sleeping on top of her with your cock in her mouth all 
night long."

    "Yeah?" Ethan gasped.  "Wow!"  

    The salesman pulled the sandman off Xiuying, and then removed the 
speculum, the dildo, and the butt plug from her orifices.

    "No Ethan, please allow me to give you one more demonstration of 
her premium talents." 

    The salesman went over to a closet and struggled out a bowling 
ball in a sling with a clothesline dragging behind.   He set the ball 
in the sling on the ground in front of them.  "Ethan, try and lift 
that ball by just the cord."

    "Why?" Ethan asked.

    "You'll see," the salesman said with a grin.

    Ethan grabbed the clothesline and lifted the ball a fraction of 
an inch before yelling, 'Yeow!" and dropping it and shaking his hand.  
"You're saying she can pick up that ball by that cord?  I don't 
believe it!  And so what if she can?"

    "Xiuying!" the salesman said.

    The girl squatted over the ball, picked up the string, and slid 
the end of the string up her vagina.  Then she stood, bow legged, as 
the ball hung in its cradle from the string gripped only by her pussy 
muscles. 

    "Now walk briskly back and forth, Xiuying," the salesman said.

    The girl waddled quickly down the alley between cages, turned and 
returned, without hesitating or dropping the ball swaying between her 
legs.

    Ethan stood there with his mouth agape.  "Holy..."  

    "Listen, Ethan," the salesman urged.  "This girl way is too good 
a deal to pass up!" 

    "I still don't know," Ethan stammered as the girl stood again, 
stepped up close to him, and smiled at him.

    "Ethan, all these girls you see back here have been here for 
almost 90 days.  They've nearly passed their break-even point and 
we're practically selling them at a loss."

    "Really?" Ethan asked suspiciously.

    "Yes!" the salesman insisted.  "In fact, the paperwork to have 
this lot put down is on the general manager's desk right now.  In 
another day or two, they're not going to be for sale any more.  And 
that would be a darn shame after what you've just seen her do, 
right?"  

    A few of the girls in adjacent cages gasped and whimpered when 
the salesman made that revelation to Ethan.  Locking gazes with 
Xiuying, Ethan could sense the terror and pleading in her eyes.

    Ethan shuddered and suddenly wished he could buy all of them.  
"Yeah, it would be a damn shame," 

    Ethan glanced at the sticker on her cage again, and ran his 
fingers down the list of her installed options.  "Pleasure-pain 
generator with auto-pain feature...  Remote fertility valve...  
Aikido...  Jeet Kune Do...  Ninjitsu...  Kung Fu...  Kendo...  Toilet 
training (liquid and solid)..."  Ethan glanced at the salesman and 
asked, "What's 'toilet training?'"

    "That's a feature that you rarely get with an American model.  
Another excellent reason to choose an import!  Right, Ethan?"  

    "I suppose," Ethan answered, though the salesman didn't answer 
his question.

    "So Ethan, is this the girl you'd like to own?" the salesman 
asked.

    "Yeah," Ethan answered. 

    "Great!  Because the boss is going to send her home with you 
right now!"

    The salesman put the girl back in the cage and locked the door.

    "Ethan, let me share one of the most important reasons people do 
business here at _Slave World._  Follow me."

    Ethan heard the other girls crying in their cages as he followed 
the salesman back out to the showroom and through another door into 
the veterinary office. 

    "In here," the salesman said, "we have the latest medical 
equipment.  So when you bring your slave girl in for her regularly 
scheduled service, she will leave in perfect health.  And that's an 
important benefit, right?"

    "Yeah," Ethan agreed.  

    The salesman led Ethan into another area off the veterinary 
office.  The walls and shelves were stocked with leather goods, 
harnesses, whips, chains, shackles, dildoes, butt plugs, and even odd 
looking furniture.  He scratched his head at a small wood box with a 
hole in the side and another hole in the center of the padded top.

    "This is our accessories department.  We have a huge inventory of 
sex toys and bondage gear to augment the pleasure you will receive 
from your slave girl."

    "I see," Ethan said.

    The salesman then led Ethan back to his desk and sat.  The 
salesman then pulled out a form and said, "Ethan, as you know, most 
banks today would like to see a 30% cash investment for preferred 
bank financing.  In your case, that would be $3,000."

    The salesman nodded his head yes as he asked, "You can handle 
that, right?" 

    After a pause, Ethan answered, "No, I don't want to blow all my 
savings all at once."

    "What realistic figure did you have in mind?" the salesman asked.

    "I can put down about $1,000."

    "How did you arrive at that figure?"

    "That's about half of my $2,000 savings.  I think I need the 
other half for emergencies and stuff."

    "I understand how you feel," the salesman said.  "And other 
consumers have felt the same way you do until they found out that 
getting preferred financing means lower monthly payments, a faster 
payoff, and greater equity in your slave.  Having shared those 
advantages, how close can you come to the $3,000 cash investment?"

    "All right," Ethan sighed, "I can put $2,000 down.  I told you 
before, that's all the savings I have."

    "It's not what the bank requires, but let's try!" the salesman 
said.  "Now, as you know, banks today like to go with accelerated 
monthly payments, in your case, that would be around $240.  You can 
handle that, right?"

    "No way!" Ethan gasped.

    "What realistic figure did you have in mind?"

    "About $50."

    "How did you arrive at that figure?"

    "I told you already; $50 is what I generally pay for luxuries.

    "I understand how you feel," the salesman said.  "And other 
consumers have felt the same way you do until they found out that 
higher payments means a faster payoff and faster equity growth.  
Having shared those advantages, how close can you come to the $240 
monthly payment?"

    "Listen!" Ethan said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.  "I 
make minimum wage.  I need to pay my rent and eat.  $50 is about what 
I have left over each month!  I can cancel my cable TV to afford $70 
per month like I told you before!  But you're stretching me really 
thin!"

    "It sounds kind of low to me, but we are having a gigantic sale.  
Let's put them to the test."  

    The salesman jotted some numbers on that form and continued, "So 
with a cash investment of only $2,000, and get your monthly payments 
all the way down to $70, you'll take her home now, right?"

    The salesman drew a line on the bottom of the form and handed 
Ethan a pen, saying, "Just sign it the way you want her titled."

    Ethan signed his name to the form. 

    "If you'll excuse me," the salesman said, "I just want to go 
check with the boss to make sure all your questions have been 
answered.

    A few minutes later the salesman returned with another man.

    "Ethan," the salesman said, "This is my boss, Zachary Heller."

    "Hi Ethan," Zachary said and sat at the desk.  "That's a great 
girl you picked out.  She's in great health.  Trained in the Kama 
Sutra and all the tantric sex positions.  And you got a great deal on 
her.  But listen, you're 32 right?"  

    "Yeah," Ethan said, wondering what his age had to do with the 
deal.

    "At your age, you have to start thinking about your health, 
right?"

    "Yeah," Ethan answered.

    "Well, so does she.  And what we offer is an extended warranty.  
It covers yearly examinations and mammograms for the next ten years.  
It's only $1,995.  Trust me, it's an excellent insurance policy."

    "Well, I've already spread myself pretty thin," Ethan countered.

    "No problem, Ethan, we can add the insurance to your monthly 
payment."  

    The manager slid a form in front of Ethan and said, "Just sign 
here,"

    Ethan scanned the form, seeing that it would add an extra $15 to 
his monthly payment, grimaced at the thought of going above the 
numbers he thought he had already negotiated, but he figured he would 
need insurance for her, so he signed the form.  

    "I'm sure you'd like her branded, right?"

    "Well," Ethan considered, knowing that almost everyone has their 
slaves branded, "yes, but she had a previous owner, right?"

    "Fortunately for you Ethan, her previous owner never had her 
branded.  So for only $125, we can brand her any way you want."

    The closer slid a 4" x 5" plastic card in front of Ethan and 
handed him a special pen, saying, "Sign this card with your monogram 
or signature, and that mark will be branded on her permanently."  

    Ethan carefully drew his personal monogram on the card, then 
wrote his signature in his best handwriting over the symbol, and slid 
the card back to the closer.

    "Another customer benefit we offer is chipping," the closer said.

    "What's that?" Ethan asked,

    "If, God forbid, she ever runs away or is kidnapped, a chip 
implanted in her neck can be tracked up to a mile away.  That would 
be a great feeling of security, wouldn't it?" he asked.

    "Yeah," Ethan said with mild annoyance, "and how much is that?"

    "For that, there's a one-time fee of $150.  But isn't that worth 
the peace-of-mind it provides?"

    "I guess," Ethan said and signed the next form the closer handed 
him.

    "As Chris told you, the girls are all tested for various ailments 
when we take them in on trade.  Now, Ethan, for a small additional 
fee, you can have her vaccinated against AIDS, herpes, syphilis, 
gonorrhea, and cancer, and never have to worry about these in the 
future.  Don't you agree that's would be a great protection?"  

    "Yeah, I agree, but how much?" 

    "Only $200 for all those vaccinations."

    "Well, I guess," Ethan sighed.

    "Great!  Now, I understand you were a little concerned about her 
weight?" the closer asked.

    "Yeah," Ethan said.

    "Before you take delivery, our veterinarian can perform 
liposuction on her and she will be slim for you tonight!  Just sign 
here," the closer said and slid another form to Ethan.

    "How much is that?"

    "It will only add $40 per month to your monthly payments.  For 
the price of a music CD a month, you can take her home fit and trim."

    "Naw, that's really busting my budget."

    "All right, but in that case I'm sure you'll consider this next 
benefit; a membership in a local health club.  We have a partnership 
with _PoundsOff_ down on the lower level of the mall here.  In just a 
few short months, your girl can be fit and trim again."

    "And what does that cost?" Ethan asked.

    "At our special discount, it is a fee of $400 for the first year.  
Plus putting her back at her ideal weight will reduce your insurance 
by $5 a month.  That means it'll pay for itself in just under four 
years.  Now that's a good deal, right?"

    "I suppose," Ethan said, "and I do want her to be thin again."

    "Then sign here," the closer said as he slid yet another form 
into Ethan's hand.

    "Another thing we can do for you is to give her plastic surgery.  
One, we can give her breast implants to give you something to feel 
when you're lying on top of her."

    "Naw, I like her little titties just the way they are."  

    "Well then, we can also remove those unsightly scars her previous 
abusive owner gave her..."

    "Wait!" Ethan interrupted the closer.  "No more!  As much as I'd 
like that, I'm spending way more than I want to already."  

    "No problem sir," the closer said.  He slid some forms in front 
of Ethan and filled them in.  

    "Here," he said, "is the sales contract.  Just sign here and 
here."

    Ethan looked over the sales contract and signed it. 

    The closer slid another form in front of Ethan.  "This is the 
disclosure statement.  This certifies that she comes without a 
branded title."

    "What does that mean?" Ethan asked.

    "That means she was never used as a prostitute, call girl, or 
other sex-for-pay situations, never given birth, nor labored under 
carcinogenic conditions, such as in a mine, for example." 

    "I see," Ethan said and signed for form.

    "Now just sign the credit application here, and you'll be all 
set."

    Ethan signed the credit application, and slid it back to the 
closer.

    "Let me take the paperwork and we'll start having her prepped 
right now.  I'll just need that down payment to get everything 
started.  We can accept a check, debit card, or credit card."

    Ethan handed the closer his debit card.  The closer pulled out a 
card reader from inside his suit jacket, and swiped the card through 
the slot.  The closer slid the reader to Ethan and said, "Key in 2-0-
0-0,and then your PIN."

    Ethan did so, removed his card from the machine, and handed it 
back to the closer.

    The closer pressed a few more buttons on the card reader and 
said, "Ethan, because I like you so much, I'm going to throw in that 
liposuction for free!  And the health club membership will keep her 
that way!  How does that sound?"  

    "Wow!  That's great!  Thanks!" 

    Then the closer shook Ethan's hand and left with the paperwork, 
leaving Ethan alone with the salesman.

    "I'm sure you're going to love her," the salesman said.

    "Yeah, she is kind of cute," Ethan said.

    "Why don't you look around the mall for a couple of hours while 
we prep your new girl for you."

    "Okay," Ethan said and stood to leave.  

    The salesman repeated, "Be back in about an hour, Ethan, and 
she'll be all ready for you to take home."

    Ethan left _Slave World_ and browsed around the mall.  A good 
amount of time had passed since his shift ended, so he went back up 
to the food court to _Tofu King_ to grab a tofu burger at the 
employee discount price.  

    He sat and slowly ate his burger while his heart pounded at what 
he had just done.  "I can't believe I really bought a slave girl all 
to myself," he mumbled to himself.

    Ethan wandered a little more, and stopped in _GameGo._  As 
expected, _Grand Theft Auto XVIII_ was out, but he had just spent so 
much money that he decided to wait.  

    After about two hours of wandering, he returned to _Slave World._  
The salesman greeted him at the door, "Ethan!  Your girl's ready and 
waiting for you."

    The salesman led Ethan into a small room where the girl was 
waiting.  Of course, she was naked except for a pair of slippers on 
her feet and a collar around her neck.  Ethan could tell that she had 
been detailed -- given a bath, her hair washed, trimmed, and brushed, 
all her nails trimmed and polished, and her face touched up with a 
little makeup.  His brand glowed brightly on her left arm in fresh 
red scars.  And, best of all, she was slender and petit, almost 
anorexic.   

    "Have a seat, Ethan," the salesman said, pointing to a chair at a 
small desk.

    The salesman sat and opened a packet.  He removed a wallet card 
and handed it to Ethan saying, "This is her temporary registration.  
You'll receive a permanent one from the government in a few weeks.  
The permanent one will have a chip with her DNA profile, 
fingerprints, retina scan, and other important details."  

    He removed a key fob from the packet.  "She has a pleasure-pain 
generator implanted in her neck keyed to this fob.  The green button 
gives her a reward, the yellow button gives her mild pain, and the 
red button gives her a knock-out dose of pain.  And this switch turns 
auto-pain off and on."

    "What's auto-pain?" Ethan asked.

    "If she wanders more than 50 feet away from you, like here in the 
mall, she will automatically be given a knock-out dose of pain.  The 
fob will also beep and vibrate to let you know.  You can adjust that 
distance more or less, for example, if you live on a large estate and 
want her to be able to work some distance from you."

    "I see," Ethan said.  "Anything else."

    the salesman handed him a small device that looked like a cell 
phone with a numeric keypad and two icon buttons, one showing an 
image of a fat woman, the other a skinny woman.  The skinny woman 
button glowed green.  

    The salesman said, "She is also equipped with fertility valves on 
her fallopian tubes.  Key the code and press this red button to open 
the valve to make her fertile, or press the green button for safety." 

    "I see," Ethan said. 

    "And here are a few complimentary items," the salesman said, 
handing him a box.  "This contains her leash, dildo, butt plug, 
vaginal exerciser, and a booklet on how to care for your new slave 
properly."  

    The salesman opened the box, removed the leash, walked over to 
the girl, clipped the leash to her collar and led her over to Ethan.  

    Handing Ethan the leash and the box, he said, "That's it."  

    The salesman then held out his hand and said, "Good luck with 
her!"

    Holding the girl's leash and box in one hand, Ethan shook the 
salesman's hand with the other and answered, "Thanks."

    Ethan stood and hesitantly glanced at the girl he just purchased 
and who was standing naked collared to a leash in his hand.

    Xiuying looked up at him and then bowed her head.

    Ethan realized just then how cute and attractive she really was, 
slenderized and out of that dingy cold stockroom.  

    Ethan then led Xiuying out of the store and into the mezzanine of 
the mall, the proud owner of his own personal slave girl.

    Walking through the mall, he suddenly felt special.  He was now 
one of the small minority of men who led their own slave girl around 
on a leash.  

    He watched her walk next to him, with her slight limp.  She 
seemed to be in some discomfort, though.  "You okay?" he asked.

    "I'm fine, sir.  Just a little discomfort from the surgery." 

    "Surgery?  Oh!  The liposuction."

    "Yes," she said.  "but I'll do my very best to please you 
tonight, regardless, sir."   

    Ethan didn't quite know what to say, to he continued to lead her 
through the mall. 

    Ethan led Xiuying outside and stood at the bus stop waiting for 
the M45 for home.  Several guys were waiting for the bus with 
collared naked slave girls.  Like the others, Xiuying stood there 
shivering and her teeth chattering in the chilly autumn breeze.  

    "C'mon", Ethan said as he led her back into the mall.  He went to 
a discount clothing store and bought her a sweat shirt and sweat 
pants.  The smallest size he could find was still way too big on her, 
but clothes for women just aren't made.  

    "Thank you, sir!" she said as she followed him out of the store.  
Walking through the mass, she whispered, "I've never worn clothes 
before, sir.  This feels really strange."

    "Well, you can take them off again when we get home," he said 
with a grin.

    They returned to the bus stop in front of the mall.  Men in fall 
jackets and naked slave girls glanced warily at Ethan and Xiuying, 
for it was unheard of for a slave to wear clothing, even on cold 
blustery days.  Ethan ignored their glances.  

    The bus arrived shortly, and it was a quick ride the ten blocks 
to his distressed neighborhood. 

    Xiuying followed him on her leash from the bus stop to the 
rooming house where he rented a small room.  It had turned dark by 
the time they arrived.

    Passing through the kitchen of the old house, one of the denizens 
of the house was sitting at the table drinking a beer.

    "Ethan!  What you got there?"

    "Hi Chad, I bought my own girl at the mall."

    "Why you got clothes on her, man?"

    "It's cold outside," Ethan answered. 

    "Whatever, but hey!  I'll give you $20 for a blowjob!"

    "I'm not gay, Chad," Ethan answered.

    "Not you!  I mean her!" Chad said pointing to the girl.

    "She's not for rent.  Sorry, Chad."

    Ethan continued through the kitchen, into the hallway, up one 
flight of stairs and into his room.  

    "Are you hungry, Xiuying?" Ethan said to her.

    "Yes, sir," she answered.

    Ethan opened a small fridge he kept in his room, and gave her a 
Granola bar.  "It's not much, but I practically live on these 
things."

    She had removed the sweat shirt and pants, and draped them over a 
chair, while he was rooting through the fridge.  

    "Thank you, sir," she said when he handed her the bar. 

    It was late on a Saturday night, and Ethan didn't have work on 
Sunday, so going out again was tempting.  Yet he was exhausted from 
the ordeal at the slave dealership, and had to watch his money even 
more carefully now, but mainly, he wanted to fuck his new slave girl.  
"Let's take a shower and go to bed, Xiuying."

    "Yes sir," she answered.  

    Ethan hesitated and then pulled off his clothes and tossed them 
into his hamper.  For a moment, he was standing there as naked as she 
was.  He put on his bathrobe, grabbed his bin of toiletries and a 
pair of towels.

    He led her down the chilly hallway to the common bathroom.  "The 
landlord is so cheap!  It's always freezing in this hallway at 
night." 

    In the common bathroom, there were several toilet stalls, plus 
one alcove with a tub, and another alcove with a large shower stall.  
He led her into the shower.  

    In the shower with the water running, he said, "Wash me, 
Xiuying."

    "Yes, sir," she answered and began to lather his body with the 
soap.  It felt so good as she rubbed the soap all over his body, up 
and down his arms, under his arm pits, up and down his legs, his cock 
and balls, and his ass crack.  Then she squirted a drop of shampoo 
into her palm, and massaged it into his hair. 

    He let the warm water rinse himself off and said, "Would you like 
me to wash you, Xiuying?" 

    "Yes sir." 

    Ethan lathered her with the soap and washed her down as she had 
done him.  Under hear arms, inside her pussy, and along her ass 
crack.  For the second time, he fingers explored her pussy and he 
found her clit again.  As before, he rubbed her clit with his fingers 
as she moaned in pleasure.

    "Oh!  That feels so good, sir." 

    Ethan continued to stroke her clit until she began quaking and 
quivering to his touch. 

    He drew "Oh's!" and "Ah's!" from her with every motion of his 
fingertip. 

    He continued until she seemed to be getting weak in the knees.  
"Am I overdoing it, Xiuying?" he asked. 

    "Whatever pleases you sir," she gasped.   

    He removed his finger and put his arms around her to steady her. 

    "Thank you, sir!  You are so kind!  That was wonderful!" 

    Ethan smiled at her and gazed into her eyes for a moment.  As the 
warm water showered them, he leaned forward and kissed her.  The kiss 
lasted several minutes while their tongues tasted each other's and 
the warm shower water massaged their bodies. 

    When they broke the kiss, she said, "Master, please let me 
pleasure you."

    "Sure," Ethan said and she dropped to her knees.  He gasped when 
she put his cock in her mouth and drew it all the way in until her 
lips pressed tightly against his crotch.  She held his cock deep in 
her throat while she sucked and swirled her tongue around it.  He had 
never experiences such a deep blowjob before, and he cam in an 
instant, exploding into her throat in wave after wave of orgasmic 
ecstasy."

    She continued to hold his cock in her throat while sucking on it, 
long after he had expended himself.  He gently touched her face and 
pulled her back up to him.

    "Wow!  That was excellent, Xiuying!  Thank you!"

    "Oh, master!  You don't have to thank me!  I should thank you for 
letting me give you pleasure."  

    Not knowing how to respond, Ethan smiled, kissed her, draped a 
towel over her shoulders, then turned off the water and returned to 
his room. 

    She smiled at him when they entered his room. "Oh, that shower 
was fun, master!" 

    "I'm glad you lied it, Xiuying.  And stop calling me 'master.'  
In private, call me Ethan, okay?"

    "Yes, sir, Ethan.  I'm sorry I displeased you."  Her face turned 
sad and she knelt on the floor with her bare back to him.  Her 
countless scars criss-crossed her back, buttocks, and knobby backbone  

    "What are you doing, Xiuying?" he asked.

    "I displeased you.  What position do you prefer I take for you to 
beat me?"  

    Ethan shuddered for a moment.  "I..." he stammered and then knelt 
in front of her and put his arms around her.  "I'm not going to beat 
you, Xiuying."  Anger flared in his voice then.  "No one is _ever_ 
going to beat you again!  I promise!" 

    Holding her, Ethan started to cry, wondering how anyone could 
beat this sweet tiny girl. 

    "Let's go to bed, Xiuying," Ethan whispered. 

    Ethan led Xiuying to bed, and they just cuddled for a while.    

    "Ethan?" she whispered.

    "Yes, Xiuying?" he whispered back. 

    "Forgive me for asking, I know it's not my place to ask, but 
could you touch me with your fingers again?"  

    "I can do better than that," he said and pulled the blankets back 
and crawled between her legs facing her crotch.  

    "Master!  Ethan!  Are you going to do that?  For me!"

    "I'll try," Ethan said and pressed his mouth to her hairy twat.  
She was already wet, and he licked up and down between her hairy 
pussy.  He paused over the hole, and fucked her with his tongue as 
she gasped with every thrust, while she flooded his mouth with pussy 
juice.  He moved up to her muff and found her clit with his tongue.  
In a moment, he had sucked her clit into his mouth, and had begin to 
lick it with his tongue, like a lollipop.  She then clenched his hair 
in her hands and pulled his face tighter into her crotch.  It took a 
little longer, but after continued sucking and licking, she began to 
quake.  Her body bucked with every move of his tongue while she 
moaned over and over again, "Oh!  Oh!  Ah!  Oh!  Ah!"

    She finally let go of his hair, and he looked up and crawled up 
her body. 

    "I'm sorry I grabbed your head like that.  I just lost control.  
Forgive me?"

    "Oh, Xiuying!  You can grab my head whenever you want!  
Especially when I'm giving you head!"

    He was lying on her while his cock brushed against her slit.  
"Shall I enter you now?" 

    "Oh!  Please, Ethan!  Please enter me!"

    Ethan moved his hips around and pushed.  His hard member parted 
her moist pussy lips, and slid into the hole.  

    She immediately clamped her super strong pussy muscles so tight 
on his cock that it hurt.  He didn't even have to do any work; he 
just lay still on her while she used her pussy muscles to stroke his 
cock until he began to come again, flooding her with more of his hot 
spunk.

    He pressed his lips to hers while he shot wad after wad, and she 
still milked his cock with her super-tight pussy even after he had 
shot his last wad.   

    "Oh!  Xiuying!  You're so good!" he gasped.

    "You're so kind, Ethan!" she answered. 

    He rolled off her and snuggled for a while.  "Sleepy now?" she 
asked.  

    "Yeah," he yawned.  He got out of bed and reached for his 
bathrobe.  "But I'll be right back."

    "Where are you going?" she asked. 

    "Just to the bathroom to take a leak.  I'll be right back." 

    "But Ethan, it's cold in that hallway, and I've had toilet 
training."

    "Yeah?  What's that mean?" he asked.

    She dropped to her knees facing him.  "Use me," she said and 
leaned her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide.  

    "You mean pee?  In your mouth?"

    "Yes.  That's one of a slave's duties." 

    That sure sounded kinky to Ethan, but it _was_ cold in that 
hallway.  He stepped up to her face and slid his cock into her mouth.  
He had to stand there for nearly a minute to relax before his pee 
would flow.  He finally felt it flow through his dick and out the 
tip, into her mouth.  She swallowed it easily with her mouth wide 
open, not spilling a single drop.  She even licked the head of his 
cock clean of any drops of pee that clung to the hole. 

    Ethan pulled his cock out of her mouth and yawned.  Xiuying got 
into bed, placing the pillow on her lap, and her head under the 
covers.  

    "What are you doing now, Xiuying?" Ethan asked a little confused. 

    "I'm getting ready for you to mount me so you can sleep."

    "Oh," Ethan said, recalling the demonstration at the slave 
dealership.

    "You don't have to sleep under me like that if you don't want to, 
Xiuying."   

    "But that's what I'm for, Ethan.  You are so good to me; I want 
to please you, if you'll let me."

    What could he say to that?  He climbed into bed and mounted her 
with his head facing the pillow on her lap and letting his legs 
stretch out straddling her head.  She took his cock into her mouth as 
he pulled the blankets over him laying his head on the pillow.  It 
was unbelievably comfortable sleeping on top of her like that, and he 
dozed off quickly.

    He woke once or twice during the night with the urge to pee.  It 
was a joy to just lie there and release his urine into her mouth 
without even getting out of bed.   

    In the morning, he woke with a hard on.  As soon as he stirred, 
she seemed to know that he was awake.  His cock was still in her 
mouth while he lay on her, and she began to suck on his cock evoking 
a sudden hard on.  He was well primed after sleeping on top of her 
all night, and he felt the pressure in his loins build quickly.  A 
moment later, he filled her throat with his cum.  While she continued 
to suck on his cock.  Like the previous time, she continued to suck 
long after she had sucked him dry. A little later, he climbed off her 
and sat in the side of the bed more thoroughly satisfied than he has 
ever been.   

    She cuddled up behind him with her legs outside of his and 
wrapping her arms around him.  Her breasts felt so good pressing 
against his back.  "Thank you, Ethan," she cooed in his ear.  

    "Sure!  But what are you thanking me for?"

    "For using my body as your sex toy; for letting me pleasure you; 
for choosing me as your slave; for saving my life; for everything, 
Ethan."

    "Yeah," Ethan sighed as she started to lick the back of his neck.  
Saving her life.  This sweet wonderful girl would have been dead in 
another day or two if he hadn't bought her.  He reached around and 
pulled her around onto his lap.  Then he fell backward, pulling her 
on top of him.  

    His cock was hard again, and she squeezed it between her thighs.  
"You want to fuck me again?" she asked.

    "Yeah!  Sit up and ride me!"

    She sat up and lifted her body up, then lowered herself onto his 
lap, impaling herself on his rigid member.  

    He started thrusting his hips up and down, sliding his cock in 
and out of her pussy.  "Ethan," she whispered, "please let me do the 
work." 

    Ethan settled down while she sat still on him and used her 
talented pussy muscles to milk his cock.  Her grip was so tight that, 
even though he came not so long ago, she practically drew his orgasm 
from him.   

    After cuddling for a while longer, Ethan pulled her up out of bed 
and asked, "Hungry?"

    "Yes, Ethan."   

    Ethan threw on a shirt and jeans, and got some waffle mix, milk, 
and butter out of his fridge.  "You want to wear your warm clothes, 
Xiuying?"

    "If you want me to," she answered.

    "It's up to you," he said.  

    "Then I prefer not, if you don't mind, Ethan.  I feel really 
awkward wearing clothes."

    As they were leaving his room Xiuyign said, "Isn't it my job to 
carry those things for you Ethan?"

    "I suppose it is," he said and handed her the foods. 

    Ethan led Xiuying downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out the 
waffle maker.

    "Let me, Ethan" she said and started to make the waffles while he 
sat and waited.

    A minute later, They were eating breakfast when Chad and Brian 
walked in.  

    "Now that's more like it!" Chad said.   

    "Wow!" Brain said.  "She's hot!  How'd you afford to buy her?"

    "I got a good deal," Ethan said.

    "I'll still give you $20 for a blowjob," Chad said.

    "Me too!" Brian added.

    "Sorry guys," Ethan said.  "She's all mine." 

    After breakfast, Ethan started to wash out the waffle maker.  
"You're doing your slave's job again, Ethan," she giggled.  "Let me."   

    She rinsed out the waffle maker and then carried the foods back 
up to the room behind Ethan. 

    "Well," Ethan said,  "Now what?"

    "What do you normally do?" she asked. 

    "Well, maybe a walk.  I noticed the thermometer out on the back 
porch from the kitchen said it's not as cold today as yesterday." 

    "I'd like that, Ethan, if you would."

    "Then put on your clothes and let's go."

    "You really want me to wear clothes?"

    "I said it's not as cold as yesterday, Xiuying.  I didn't say it 
was warm.  But I'll let you decide for yourself."

    Ethan grabbed his jacket from the closet, but Xiuying had not put 
her clothes on. 

    "Okay, come on!" he said.   

    They walked together out into the seedy neighborhood, down the 
street, and into the park.

    "Once around the lake and back home again?" he asked her. 

    "I'll follow wherever you choose to go, Ethan."

    They had walked about a half a mile through the park to the far 
end of the lake.  They were walking around the decrepit fountain that 
hadn't seen water in years when six big stocky guys in raggy shirts, 
baggy jeans, and expensive sneakers came out of nowhere. 

    The six of them surrounded Ethan and Xiuying.  "Looky here!" one 
of them said.  "A dweeb and his slave going for a walk."

    "How sweet," another said.

    "Leave us alone," Ethan said.   

    "Oh yeah?  Just who you think you'se talking to?" one of the 
thugs said.

    "Maybe we don't want to leave you alone!" another said.

    "Maybe we want to fuck that chinky bitch of yours in all her 
holes and rip her to bloody hell," another said, and they all 
laughed.

    "We warned you," Xiuying said.  "We mean you no harm, so leave us 
alone." 

    Being a rough neighborhood, Ethan carried a can of pepper spray 
in his pocket. He slowly reached for it, though doubting how he could 
handle six thugs.  

    "You mean us no harm?" the first one said.  "But we mean you lots 
of harm!" 

    At that one of them grabbed Ethan, and another grabbed Xiuying.

    A split second later, Xiuying threw her thug over her shoulders 
into two of the others, bowling them over and sending the three of 
them spinning on the ground for about 20 feet.  Then, in a blur of 
motion faster than Ethan could see, the remaining three of them were 
sprawled on the broken concrete around the fountain, covered in 
blood, moaning, and barely able to move.

    "Xiuying!" Ethan stammered staring at her.  She stood there, in 
an odd posture, wild eyed and alert, without a scratch on her, those 
scars on her back notwithstanding.

    She relaxed and came over to Ethan then bowed her head.  "Ethan, 
forgive me for taking action without your command and for speaking 
out of turn, but I think we should hurry out of here."

    "Uh, yeah, right," Ethan said as he took her hand and hurried 
back to the house.  

    He took that pepper spray out of his pocket and said, "I guess I 
don't need this any more," and threw it in a garbage pail. 

    Ethan's heart was still pounding when they got back to his room.  
Though he never lifted a finger, he was drenched in sweat, and so was 
Xiuying.    

    Panting, he said, "I think it's time for another shower, 
Xiuying."

    "Yes, Ethan."  

    They washed each other again, and then held each other while the 
warm water washed the horror of the day down the drain. 

    They returned to Ethan's room and lay in bed in each other's 
arms. 

    "You're the best investment I ever made, Xiuying.  I love you," 
Ethan whispered.

    "And you're the kindest master a girl could ask for.  I love you 
too, Ethan," she whispered back.  

    They spent the rest of the day kissing, snuggling, and fucking.

    - END -

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