Author's note: I want to thank the workers of Literotica for letting me know that I had more edits to be made before submitting this story once again. Also want to thank a special friend who shall stay nameless but he knows who he is. For those of you who may not know. In Asian countries, the last name is spoken first then their first name last. All names and places are not real. This is a fiction story.
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Chapter 1 Canvas
6 months in her new flat in San Francisco, California. Ishikawa Gashu age 26 has made her home here. She is a beautiful woman at 5'2" with dark black hair, Soft pale olive skin, and Asian brown eyes. She is smart and very wealthy. Her name Gashu means elegant, artist, and painting/painter. She showed many of her wonderful works of art in four galleries. From oil painting, watercolors, acrylics, sculptures and even photographs. Anything she put her creative mind in, it would sell. Her hidden talent is that she can fight like a ninja. She felt that she was missing something in her life. She would like to have a man that could love every part of her.
She could not help that she has a free spirit with just a touch of some dominant nature. Every relationship she had ended quickly. For most men had trouble with her strength, traveling, her wealth, her knowledge, her free nature. She is the one to hold back sex keeping her virginity intact, some had trouble submitting to her and or they did not click. What made it even more impossible, was the wall she built around herself.
Her artistic mind took her to many parts of the world. This day of all days will change her life as she looked at the paper, contemplating if she should go, or not go to this slave trade place. One of the women who has been a raving fan, friend and bought three of her artworks. Today she buying another as they spoke.
Shain became good friends with Gashu. Shain had told her about this slave market and trade. "They move locations on a weekly basis." Seeing Gashu interest, she wrote down the address and the password knocks for the door on a paper, along with a $28,000 check for one of Gashu latest sculpture.
Gashu pondered, pacing back and forth by her car. She was already dressed to go. She thought to herself. 'Why should I not go' as she got into her 1969 hot pink collector mustang. Today she chose to keep the top closed. Once she arrived she parked her car, locked it, and head towards the building.
The place looked worn down from the outside. She wonders if she got the wrong address but she gave the special knock at the door. The door would open and when she entered, it was very high class. It had elegant tapestry and the place was wonderfully decorated. Everything in the building was old Victorian style and she took in the atmosphere looking around.
She found Shain and they talked a while. Shain then brought her to one of the workers. He was good looking but yet he had a thug feel to him. He is one of the many Socrates' men that has been working under him. Shain had whispered in the man's ear. She let him know what Gashu hope to find and what she could afford to pay. The man listens and guided them through the crowd. "This may be some slim pickings for what you are willing to spend."
He took her to the lower end of the auction and hope she may find something there. Many men and women slaves to be bought off to the highest bidder or a reasonable trade. Gashu surprising herself that she went so low to be here, though she felt a desperate need and kept walking.
Shain smiled and walked off letting her enjoy her search on her own. Most of the slaves look good and groomed their body looking quite healthy. They move further away from the good ones. Gashu moved down the steps to the darker basement to the less taken care of slaves.
The man turned to her. "From here on down is more to your cost of bidding or trading." He walked back leaving her alone.
So she took a good look around. There were more women than there were men. She watched as a line to be hose down and clean. She would find a few reasonable men. Giving a good look over the few men there. The slave's eyes are blindfolded and nude, except for one.
This man is in a small cage. She could barely see a pink cage over his cock in the position he was in. He is very thin that you could almost see his bones, bruised and lash marked with dried blood on his body. His dingy black hair was matted, his face bruised He was lying in his cage in a fetal position, blindfold, with a gag ball in his mouth. She covered her nose and mouth for the smell of urine on him. She listens to the two women arguing loudly about him.
Angela spoke fearfully. "I tell you we should not be here. We will be lucky to get anything for him."
Tiff was wanting a healthier young male slave. "Well, he is no use for us anymore."
"But Master will punish us."
Tiff's anger rose, "There so many here he won't know, plus we can say he died... Look at him. He won't make another month under your Master's treatment. We can sell or trade him off. It's time for us to get a healthy one. If no one buys him will just take him to your brother's slaughterhouse."
Gashu heart was torn to hear what plans they have for him. As an artist, she wonders if she could bring life back into his wretched body. She is willing to take that chance. She patted the ladies shoulder. "I have proposals for you two ladies."Gashu handed each of them her business card.
Angela stammer. "Ohhh.. y...you are the uprising artist at Mon Shay Galleria."
"Yes, and my proposal is a trade. Your slave for one of my artworks of your choosing in that gallery, but I want the cage he is in, collar, gagged, leash, gag ball and shackles delivered to my residence."
Gashu then wrote her address on the card. "I also want him well fed once tonight and two times tomorrow, with good food. He is to be cleaned, smelling good, and a warm blanket for him tonight. I want him well dressed, all information, files, and records you may have to be brought to the Mon Shay Galleria by late afternoon around 4: pm. Make sure he is well groomed, and he must walk normally at the gallery, Yet keep his blindfold, and do not tell him a word, of where he is going, or what may happen to him."
Tiff excited to get rid of him."OH WOW, that is more than what he is worth, even with the items and things you asked for."
The two ladies nodded and shook hands in agreement with her. Gashu took one last look at him. An idea, just like that, and her muse inspired another painting. She would do it as soon as she settled home. Gashu and the two ladies went to the accounting office where they read the contract and added their own agreement.
They signed the contract knowing fully well if any broke this contract. They would suffer under the hands of Socrates. A Russian mafia warlord none wish to see his wrath. They handed the contract over waited and got copies of this contract. Then Tiff took off her necklace with a small little key on it. "You may want this. It is the key to his pink cock cage."
Gashu smiled and bow. "Thank you. I almost forgot about this. Are you sure you will not need it tonight?"
