Slave Max

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, First, Sex Toys, Caution, .

Desc: Sex Story: Ethan gets a great deal on a pre-owned slave from a shady used-slave dealership.



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.

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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.

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