This is the first of what I hope will be many chapters in Clarissa's story. This chapter is more of a set-up, without much action, but I hope you still enjoy it.
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Roger was tired from another long day at the office when he walked into his friend's shop. Louis had called in the morning, insisting he stop by on his way home, and so he here was, brushing past displays of gags and dildos as he made his way to the counter where a girl he hadn't seen before was at the register, her waist-cinching corset and her standard black leather collar were all the clothing Roger could see as he asked where Louis was.
"In his office, Sir, shall I page him?" She smiled politely.
"No, that's alright, I'm an old friend," Roger explained, unable to stop himself from following the directions written in marker on each tit and lightly pinching one of her long nipples, making her gasp. "I'll go find him myself."
In his office, Louis was on the phone as Roger let himself in. Motioned to sit down, Roger noticed Louis's longest serving slave, Maggie, sitting with another slave on the couch. Neither slave seemed to be aware of Roger's presence as Maggie held the young girl with one arm, and with the other guiding her to her breast, nursing her.
Suddenly, Maggie looked up at Roger and smiled. Roger smiled back. Maggie slowly stroked the girl's hair and put a finger up to her lips, asking Roger to be quiet. Roger sat back in his chair, watching quietly as Louis finished his phone call. He followed Roger's gaze, then smiled back at his friend.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes," Roger chuckled softly, trying not to disturb the girl. "How long have you had the new one?"
"Since we opened this morning," Louis's face fell just a little. "She was left by our dumpster. Maggie's been taking care of her all day. She's been jumpy around me, from what we've gathered, her master didn't take very good care of her."
Both men watched as the girl finished, licking up a drop of milk off of Maggie's nipple. Slowly, she turned around and let them see her face before quickly turning around again, looking up at Maggie.
She was pretty, although, Roger could tell from across the room, she had probably gotten more nourishment today than she had in a long time. Her eyes were full of fear.
"Maggie, bring Clarissa over here, please. I want her to meet Roger," Louis was commanding very gently, even for him.
"Yes, Master," Maggie answered as she guided the girl to stand up and walk toward the men. Clarissa stayed close to Maggie and kept tugging at her thin white dress, trying to hide the tops of her legs. Roger noticed the cleavage she continuously and inadvertently revealed. Despite how thin she was, her breasts were still inviting. Then Roger noticed the bruises on her body. It seemed someone had used her for a punching bag.
"Clarissa," Louis explained, glancing at Roger, "needs somewhere to stay. We don't have extra room, between the slaves and the children, so we thought perhaps you'd be able to take her in."
Roger looked at Louis severely. "Shouldn't she be taken to a shelter?"
"We tried, but the Ministry worker who came and visited with her said she was still too submissive in nature to be freed. Since we found her, we can give her away to put her up for sale," Louis glanced up at Clarissa who was looking down. "I'd rather give her away."
