Al's Pre-Owned Slaves

Al's Pre-Owned Slaves

053024.2

It's a con. But she's worth it.

All characters are over 18 years old. This is non-consensual fiction.

A Stroker Ace production

There was a young lady from Niger

who went for a ride on a tiger.

They came back from the ride

with the lady inside and

a smile on the face of the tiger.

Al's Pre-Owned Slaves

One day. One day he would quit this fucked up rat race. He would save some money; move to Alaska or someplace where a man could still be a man; hunting and fishing. Where he could come home to his log cabin in the woods and have his girl waiting silently for him beside a roaring fireplace; naked with her legs open. One day.

Today, Bill Lowman looked through the spotless windshield of his SUV. In the morning light Al's Pre-Owned Slaves looked like a bank building that you see beside strip-malls. That is except for the company name in giant letters across the building. And the big sign screaming, SLAVE DAYS SALE. Beneath that, there was fine print that was almost impossible to read, but Bill knew it by heart.

'All sales final. Slaves comply with all applicable laws and regulations. All slaves have a verified and documented Slave Registration Number, as per law. Slaves are documented disease free at time of sale. All slaves are of legal age.'

He forced his salesman's smile, it was time to go in and start the work week.

Monday morning sales meeting was given by Dave Keyhoe, the sales manager. Dave was a thin tall man with a penchant for wearing cowboy boots. He also ran the day-to-day operations at Al's. The owner, known only as A. Fromsett, was never seen at her own store. Aside from knowing she was very rich, she was a mystery.

Dave looked around the showroom to see if everyone was present. The salesmen and women had taken chairs from their offices and gathered around him in the showroom. Dave stood where everyone could see him, on the low circular platform under the hologram projector.

"The sales team is all here, we can begin. Today we welcome our new sales associate, Linda Wagner.

"Wait, where's Norman?," a voice from the back called out.

"We had to let Norman go," Dave replied, upset at being interrupted.

"But he and his wife just bought a house. And she is due in four weeks!"

"My hands were tied! His numbers were in the toilet. We need volume. For the new sales woman, let me explain how the operation works."

"We scour the slave auction houses across the country looking for pre-owned female slaves at bargain prices. Some have had multiple owners, others have lost some of their beauty. They are shipped here and housed in our inventory center behind this building. It cost us to house and feed the product. We make that back with the 100% markup. But the operation relies on volume, moving product and closing sales."

"We carry pre-owned only. Everyday people can't afford 'first timers'. Pre-owned is expensive enough, most people take out a 108 month loan. With high interest rates and late charges, they don't realize it, but most will be paying for 10 yrs."

Everyone likes 'first-timers' because they are a clean slate. Masters can train them the way they want.

"The rich people that you see, on screen, with their beautiful slaves walking behind them, and made to kneel at their feet for pictures; girls new to the collar, like that go for $400,000. & up."

"Now I have a special offer for you. You can win an all-expense paid trip to Hawaii for you and one other."

Dave stepped off the small platform and the projector spun to life. The hologram warmed up and an image of a late 20's thin girl in a bikini appeared. She had long pink hair. The hologram shimmered and the image changed. She was now dancing nude. Her breasts were tiny mosquito bites. A big tattoo covered her diaphragm. She could have been a boy, too thin, no curves, glasses. Sex drives the slave business. And she didn't have it.

"Close a sale on her at List price, and the trip is yours!"

"I never got my tickets to Las Vegas, from December," the voice in back broke the silence.

"I told you, I'm looking into it," Dave replied with anger in his voice.

"Now listen up! You in back get your hand out of your pants and listen up. This is important!- I had to let the SRN administrator go. From now on, when a new SRN number is required, the salesman will submit the SRN forms. Once you are issued a new SRN number, take that to our receptionist, Cathy. She will enter it on the computer."

"Simple. Right? That's why you earn the big bucks."

● THE MARK

That afternoon a middle aged couple drove in. It was Bill's turn so he welcomed them into the showroom.

"Welcome to Al's Pre-Owned Slaves Showroom. How would you like a certified slave girl to cuddle, I mean read to you. Or perhaps your pretty wife here needs a little help around the kitchen? Bill Lowman here, and you are?"

"Dan Morgan and my wife Jessie. This young lady is my daughter Nina and my son Alex. We heard of your sale on the radio and just wanted to look around." Dan, the father, said.

Bill read his customer,

'Dan has soft hands, works an office job, probably got a promotion and is looking to move up.'

"We at Al's have a huge inventory of very pretty, low owners, near virgin slaves. We have red heads, blondes, tall and short. Why don't you tell me what you need a slave for?"

As Bill talked he led the Morgan family to the hologram projector. Checking that it was set to 'slide show' he turned it on.

Immediately a static filled image turned perfectly clear and sharp; an image of a woman dressed in traditional slave attire, standing and then turning for the camera. The positions showed her figure and then her face, while her stats, such as age, height, weight, scrolled by on the bottom of the hologram. The last four digits of her slave registration number (SRN) was given on top of the image. Twenty five seconds later, she was replaced with the image of another slave.

"As you can see, we have all types." Bill said proudly.

"Do you have men?," Jessie asked.

Bill thought,

'older, married a long time, confident in her marriage.'

"No. Not at Al's. We found that the demand for male slaves is too low. We were only selling two or three a year. It's just not profitable."

"Oh gross! Gawd! Their dresses are so fugly! I would never wear that crap!" Nina frowned.

Bill, always the salesman, quietly assessed the young woman speaking; '

5'4" 120 pounds, natural blonde, 19 or 20.'

"It is traditional slave attire. It's based on the ancient Roman tunic dress. It's designed to look like one piece of fabric over front and back. It has a very deep 'V' neckline, very, very, high slits on the sides and tied at the waist with a decorative rope. I am told that the slave feels almost naked while wearing it," Bill explained as the slide show continued.

"Can you bring back 9361? I think that's the one."

"Would you like to see her in person? It takes a couple of minutes to pull her from inventory."

"Is there someplace where we could talk?" Dan wanted to know.

Bill recognized his look. Dan wanted to talk about his real reason for making such an expensive purchase and he didn't want to say it in front of his family.

Yes. Of course. In my office. Jessie, Nina and Alex, there are ladies magazines over there and even a new X7 game machine. Help yourself to coffee, snacks and soft drinks."

● Bill Lowman's office

"So let me get this straight. Dan, you want a slave girl for your, let's call it, your pleasure. Your wife thinks it will be a family slave girl, but she is for you. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"You have cash but need to finance the rest. And then cover the remaining cost by trading in your Jessie. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"OK. First of all, we at Al's are totally legal. Our inventory is certified disease free. All transactions are legal and comply with age restrictions. Unlike some shops on the other side of town. Now, do you have a government approved ID and a marriage certificate? Jessie must be your legal wife, for you to sell her. In fact, give me your papers on all your family so I can verify names and ages. Everyone must be over 18."

"Everything looks good. Marriage certificate is valid. Jessie is 48, Nina is 20 and Alex 18. That's the first hurdle."

"We have your pick, slave, 9361. She is attractive, younger than Jessie. We agreed upon a price, $110,000 + registration, tax and insurance. Now we have to discuss the trade-in."

"Well, there is one thing you should know," Dan said sheepishly. "I haven't told her yet."

"And you want me to do it. Okay, okay. I've been here before, and it can get emotional. I am bringing in a couple of other salesmen Mark and Linda, to help."

● INSPECT

"Well, there you have it, Jessie." She was sitting in the guest chair in front of Bill's office desk, beside her husband, Dan. Behind her, Mark and Linda had quietly moved to stand silently behind her.

"It's all very legal. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to assess your trade in value. We at Al's pay top dollar for trade-ins." Bill couldn't resist a little sales pitch.

"Dan, you... You... You... Son of a bitch! You are trading me in!" Jessie was finally coming to grips with what Bill had told her.

"I fucking cooked for you for 21 years. I gave you 2 children. I gave you the best fucking years of my life. I did that thing you like in the bedroom. It makes me fucking sick to think about."

"Jessie there was that one other thing..." Dan couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Good people don't do that sort of sick shit. And I won't either. Do you think.... If I agree to it? One time, one time only, would you keep me?"

"Jessie, it's time for a change. You will get picked up by a nice man, I know it. Right Bill?" Dan was trying a soothing tone.

"Yeah, sure. A nice man. We have plenty of well to do men coming in all the time. Now, Jessie, if you would stand up for me."

Jessie stood, but it was to get as far away from her husband as she could. "Trade me in?! The fucking nerve of this bastard!"

Through the office window, Bill saw his sales manager Dave Keyhoe give him the 'move it along' signal. Three of his salesmen were tied up with this one customer. He wanted the deal closed.

Bill asked Dan to wait outside with his children. He shut the office blinds.

He gave the 'go' signal to Mark and Linda. They took Jessie by surprise, grabbing her arms, totally controlling her.

Bill explained to Jessie in his best business-like voice, "Your husband has given his permission to have your value assessed. You will be treated with care. First we are going to undress you and then perform a thorough examination."

"My value?! Who do you think you are?"

The three salesmen proceeded to strip her till she didn't have a stitch of clothing left. It was done kindly, but with determination and efficiency. Her cooperation was not needed. Her clothes were folded neatly and put in a supply cabinet. If they closed on the deal her clothing would be given to charity. If not it would be returned.

Bill got his clipboard and checklist from his desk and began his inspection.

Height and weight would be checked later. Name: Jessie Morgan, age 48. One owner. That was good and unusual.

The first thing Bill had learned in this business was at sale time they all were all 'one owner, well taken care of, used only on Sundays.' The inventory could have a blown out rear end and she would still be, 'one owner, well taken care of, used only on Sundays.'

Face. Bill turned on his desk lamp and shone it on her. Her face was attractive enough, but she had not aged well. He continued with the checklist. "Lines around the eyes and neck." Breasts, he took each in his hand as if weighing them. "Saggy, a little more than normal." He continued through the list.

"Okay Mark, put her on the desk. Time for her vaginal exam. Linda, do you want to...?"

Jessie shook and shimmied under the grip of Linda, Mark and Bill. There was little she could do. She kept up a constant string of cursing everyone and especially at her husband. But once she was laid on the office desk, Mark was able to hold his hand over her mouth, muffling her curses.

Linda looked at Jessie's exposed cunt and considered for a moment. "No. I'll do the next one."

Jessie had a patch of dark hair as wide as her outer pussy lips and went up to her bikini line. She had a good figure for her age, a little thick around the waist.

Jessie's voice had been muffled, but she was still livid in anger. "21 years, married for 21 years and this how he...." She got some of her hate out before Mark muffled her again.

Bill patted her hip possessively.

"I know, honey. I know. Now, be a good girl for me. We have an inspection to do," Bill said in a reassuring tone.

Now on her back, her legs being held open, her anger was taking a different form. She was realizing her current predicament. Naked in someone's office on a desk, people all around, her legs opened wide. The shame and humiliation of it all hit her, which fed her sexual anger. Sexual energy cursed through her body as she realized what was about to happen.

Bill slid his hands down her sides, kneading her flesh where he wanted. He kept up a running commentary as he went. "Soft and a little flabby at the waist. Not bad for 48. Still I would put her on a diet."

Moving on to her breasts, he noted a little size difference between left and right. But they were 'natural' which is very important in the Pre-Owned market. Bill, kneaded each breast in turn, estimated her areola size and noted it, then rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"She's soaking wet down here," Linda laughed.

"Add a thousand to the value." Mark added and the salesmen laughed again.

"OK, let's get to the important stuff," Bill said to cut the laughter off.

Taking a spot between her legs, he made a note that she would need a full wax job and that cost would be deducted from her trade-in value. Al's had a guy that would wax her for cheap in the back of his van. Al's would then bill full beauty parlor prices.

He parted her pubic hair to get a clear look at her clitoris and gave it a little rub. Her clit responded by coming out from under its little hood.

"Ahhh, that's goo..." Jessie whimpered.

When Bill parted her lips to enter her, Jessie's anger peaked. She shook from the tension running through her. Pinned to the desk, there was nothing she could do. She needed to be put out of this misery.

Bill ran his fingers along the outer folds of her pussy and then slowly slipped two fingers into her. She was wet and her pussy offered no resistance. He continued to finger her and with a low moan into Mark's hand, her cunt clamped on his fingers. Bill abruptly stopped, withdrew his hand to a wet, slushy sound.

Bill put a check mark on his list, put the clipboard down and returned to her pussy. He inserted his hand wrist deep into Jessie's vagina. Poking, probing, in a disciplined manner.

Jessie rolled her eyes into the back of her head.

Mark knew he could take his hand from her mouth now, her anger had turned sexual.

Jessie groaned out loud. She could not help it. But managed to quiet herself as she felt Bill's fingers probing inside her. She felt him pushing in deep to her cervix, pushing against her vaginal walls and feeling the ridges of her vagina.

Jessie groaned again, louder this time, followed by low whimpers.

"Hear that? The slut is enjoying this." Linda said. "I bet you want to be fucked right now. Right here on the desk. Isn't that right, slut?"

Jessie shuddered and let out a guttural moan.

Bill felt her clamping down on his hand, and her hips wiggle. Despite her tears and sobbing her body was seeking pleasure.

Mark saw it too. She was ready. "Hear that? That's a slave moan."

Mark retrieved the dildo from the cabinet and handed it to Bill. It was a florescent yellow stylized version of a penis. Stylized just enough that you could claim that it wasn't a penis. Etched on the shaft was, 'Al's Pre-Owned Slaves'.

"Ready to check flexibility?" Linda asked. Not waiting for a reply she put Jessie's legs up and over, not stopping till they were at Jessie's head.

Mark was ready to help bending Jessie in half, but Jessie was surprisingly compliant.

Linda laughed at the ease of exposing Jessie's asshole, "What a slut! You like the degradation. You get your body used. You want your ass filled up and not be able to do a thing about it."

"Would you like to meet your new friend?" Bill asked. He slipped the head of the dildo along Jessie's outer lips, then up between her inner lips and tapped her clitoris until she ground her hips against the dildo.

Bill slapped her ass with the dildo, then drew the head of the yellow dildo slowly down her ass, the back of her thigh and then back up her inner thigh and toward her waiting asshole.

"Please," Jessie begged softly. "Please, I can't take it anymore. Do it already. Just fuck me now and get it over with. I can't take the waiting. Please fuck me!"

"Sorry, honey. I would love too, but I am inspecting your asshole at the moment. Anal capabilities are an important element in determining trade-in value." Bill said, quoting from the salesman's handbook.

Bill Lowman kneaded her ass cheek, while his other hand pressed the dildo up her asshole. First testing depth, watching for pain or resistance. Then checking lateral movement, fist lightly then increasing until a two handed grip was necessary.

He then consulted with Mark and Linda. Linda took the dildo and repeated the lateral test, handing over to Mark who did the same.

The three sales people conferred over Bill's clipboard for a couple of minutes as Jessie remained with legs up by her head, asshole filled with the fluorescent yellow, Al's Pre-Ordered Slaves dildo.

Ok, I'll meet with Dan. I'll use Mark's office. Linda, cuff the trade-in to the waiting chair. Mark, go chat-up Nina and Alex. And run a check on them, just in case..."

"Oh, Linda. After you are done. Get..." Bill checked his clipboard. "Get 9361 out of inventory. Take her to the shop and have her detailed. Tell Jose, I want her dolled up real nice. The works."

"We better get a good commission on this one," Linda said as she handcuffed Jessie.

● THE OFFER

"I spoke with my manager. I went to bat for you, Dan. I really did. He almost threw me out of his office. That's the best I can do, Dan. That's my best price for 9361. Did I mention that you can name her anything you wish? We just use the last four of the SRN."

"But, but what about my trade-in? Jessie must be worth a lot. That will certainly bring the price down."

"The price I gave you includes credit for trading in Jessie. Jessie is a nice woman alright, but she has some problems in the Pre-Owned market. Aging, saggy breasts, loss of anal tone. And a big consideration is 'Doesn't accept the slavery lifestyle.'"

"These problems make it very difficult to find a buyer. We have to move inventory in thirty days. Otherwise there are all kinds of expenses and taxes on our inventory."

"The payments are still too high. I can't make that."

"We could put you on a black haired beauty, a little older. More experienced. A little boob job can do wonders. It would reduce your payments."

"No. I want 9361. That picture thing outside... she looked so good in that red night thingie."

"Well, perhaps there is one thing we could do to get the payments down..."

"What? Tell me."

"Bear with me here... Your son, Alex, he's 18, is he going to college soon?"

"Yes. Next semester. He wants to be an investment banker."

"What is he going to use for a slave girl?"