Chapter 1

“We really going through with this,” I asked Sherel as we both peeked out the window of the small house we leased. There were four of us roommates here, all college students and all psych majors, five if you counted the pet, but we usually didn’t; we considered ourselves sisters of a sort. “It was your idea, Mandy,” she replied with a condescending look, “Unless you got money from some fucking job, we need this gig.”

“Gig? Is that what it is,” I muttered as my heart raced at the approach of a car coming up our driveway. “That’s got to be him!” I hissed in warning as we both prepared ourselves for this visiting stranger, while we looked in unison at the small closet door jammed under the stairs. We sometimes jokingly called this closet the Harry Potter room, like in the movies, but not today. Today was serious.

“Were’s the lab report?” Sherel asked excitedly as someone knocked on the door.

“It’s right there on the chair,” I told her as I opened the door carefully, revealing a tall man wearing a baseball cap, who I guessed was just under thirty. “Ted?” I asked as I did my best to see past him in case someone else was lurking out there. Us girls couldn’t be too careful in this situation, particularly since none of us had ever done anything remotely like this. Well, we had enslaved, I reminded myself but never sold.

“You Sherel?” he asked in a gruff voice, setting off my lesbian sensitivities immediately. Fucking men and their low voices! Gave them advantage on everything, well over women anyway. “No, she’s Sherel,” I told him as I opened the door to let him in, a little surprised to see how large the duffel bag he was carrying was. I could see my other three roommates hovering secretly in the background, looking as jitterily as I felt now.

“Here’s the labs,” Sherel said as she handed over a stapled set of papers which detailed the health state of a girl we were about to introduce him to. “Mine,” said Ted as he handed us a similar lab report. It read, “Theodore” as the first name, but the last name was blacked out.

“Is it close enough?” I whispered to Sherel for fear the STD report might have been for someone else. We wanted our little bitch back in good health after the lease period.

“Umm ... can you show us a driver’s license or something ... you can hold your thumb over the last name ... and address...” Sherel said with her best stern lesbian face on. The guy nodded his head in agreement and then proved to use by the photo and the first name that he was likely who he said he was. It was a good move on Sherel’s part, I felt. Still, like every girl here, I had reservation about selling our pet to a man. We’d all voted for this in the end. We really needed the money.

“Seven thousand,” Sherel said as Ted put his driver’s license away. From the duffle bag he pulled out a thick manilla envelope and gave us a short look inside. It was stuffed with one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Let’s see the merchandise,” Ted demanded with grin.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath when I saw the disapproving look on Sherel’s face. She hated men like him with a passion and could sink this deal on a whim I knew. I unlatched the small door under the stairs, finding a wide-eyed pet staring back at me with a frightened look on her face. “Don’t speak, understand!” I said forcefully, getting a quick nod in return. For over two years we’d kept this bitch isolated, training her to please us sexually by any means possible. She’d originally volunteered for this psych experiment, but I’m guessing didn’t understand how we’d become so bold and domineering as to sell her on a whim.

“She goes by Pet,” I said as I pulled her out by the chain attached to her collar. I really didn’t know what else to say to this guy. He had money, and we had need. College fees had gone up along with the rent, so here we were. It had never been the plan to whore her out, just to subjugate her mentally as far as we could. She’d consented to the experiment, at least originally.

“She’ll do,” the guy said as he reached out to brush Pets long black hair out of her eyes.

“Ok!” Sherel injected firmly, “We want two thousand at the end of each month, like we agreed. And she has to be back here physically by September first ... when the next semester starts.”

“Got it,” Ted said softly as he used the leash to force Pet to do a three-sixty. He made no effort to hide the leer on his face.

“What about the other stuff?” I reminded Sherel.

“Like what?” Sherel asked as she watched Ted lift the short crop-top our pet was wearing, exposing her boobs which had heavily pierced nipples.

“Piercing and bruising ... things like that,” I hissed at Sherel.

“Umm,” Sherel shrugged as she watched Ted run his hands over Pet’s naked ass, which was easily done as Pet only wore leggings that run up to her upper thighs, leaving her bald mound fully exposed.