"Hah." The noise was a drily spoken word, not a laugh. "A creative request, ma'am."
Two women faced each other, seated on plush benches in a dimly lit room. The one who had just spoken was tall and slim, with shoulder-cropped brown hair that was cut to look imposing rather than attractive. The other was an average-height redhead, curvier than the first woman, and with a rounded face surrounded by a mass of red hair making her look incredible. The prim woman wore a businesslike suit in gray, while the redhead wore a professional-looking but still very comely dress.
The redhead bit her lip. "Can you do it? And... they're okay with this, right?"
The other woman smiled without showing teeth. "Yes, entirely, to both. All our... clients here are total volunteers, just looking for an absolute master. I have to confess I don't understand the mindset myself, but it keeps us in business." Her expression hardened. "You are aware of our... rates, and our regulations, correct?"
The girl smiled warmly. "Yes, I am. I can cover both."
"There will be an additional fee because of the compatibility testing involved. Forty thousand."
"Fine. Let me see them."
The prim woman clapped her hands twice. A line of men, generally very attractive but with a few more average-looking, filed into the room. The light brightened.
"They are arranged according to compatibility. Picking two adjacent ones will give the best match, but you can pick two with up to four separating them before there is a risk of compatibility issues."
The redhead made her choice. First, a tousle-haired brunette, thin but with a lot of wiry muscle. Next, a buzz-cut blonde with a slightly stockier build, although not by much.
"These two. I'm done."
"All right. I will explain how they work and how to use them, then you may take them home."
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It was a bright and shining morning and the sun beat down on the surface of a large yacht. Inside, the men who had been chosen awoke, more or less at the same time. They were clothed in thick, luxurious robes, and neither was quite sure where they had come from.
They were in a room which was entirely made up of mattress, at least four queen-sizes pushed up together into a rectangle. As each racked his memories, he couldn't quite recall where he was or how he had gotten there, but both felt a strong sense of contentment not knowing these things. They looked around the room. There was a door on one side, and the walls were covered in an array of sturdy-looking metal loops, one every few yards.
The door opened and the redheaded woman walked in. Instantly, both men felt their dicks pulse and begin to harden - she was wearing nothing but a red vinyl dress and holding something that looked vaguely like a cell phone.
"Hello, my boys. I bet you're both wondering what's going on, who I am, where you are... all sorts of things like that. Well, I'm not going to tell you. Instead, I'm going to tell you what's /going/ to happen."
The thinner man examined his thoughts at this. He seemed strangely calm. Very, very calm. He just wanted to accept her words as gospel truth...
He'd been drugged. That was it, it had to be. But... did it matter? He felt great, and she seemed like someone he really wanted to listen to-
She was talking again. His brain snapped back to the present. "-ou two are mine. I own you both now. I am going to use you any way I see fit, no matter what you want."
