mber. Burying my head under the cool pillow to block the lights from my face, I snuggle

t because I can't remember much, but I wondered how I managed to get home safely. The feeling of something not being right returns to me when I hear the s

ck fills me with the view of about a hundred people milling about the room before me, filled with cages. Each cage is filled with a scantily clad human being,

slight fear while I took in my situation. I, too, am also scantily dressed in a white, lacy push-up bra that barely contained my breasts and a t

und to see a woman wearing a maid uniform entering from a small door that blends seamlessly into the cag

s setting about food on the table. The smell of pancakes, sausages and hashbrowns

g the dangers held within. The name is written in the rare language of French, meaning "The Adorable Slave." The shop has been in Lotross for over one hundred years, being the most popular in this trade for the wealthiest of the wealthy. And now, with many well-dressed patrons milling ab

setting the table as another sharp pain of hunger dictates my next move. Food will be the first step to surviving. Standing quickly, the world tilts on its axis, and I

e dizziness causes me to fall to the ground. I give her a questioning look when she mentions drugs, wondering what was injecte

ingers along the curve of my breasts, causing a low moan to exit my mouth as my eyes flutter close. Her hands trail down my

st-filled moan escapes past my lips, attracting an audience to watch the show. Her fingers move in a slow rhythmic movement building up a pressure inside me that begged for more. I grind my hips int

to release. My moans attract a larger crowd enjoying the show while I catch a few people grabbing at their own slaves and exiting the room.

gasm. The chair below me becomes wet and sticky from my cum while the three fingers that have worked their way insi

h this new information. The maid exits the cage leaving me all alone, sitting on a chair with a puddle of my juices and a large breakfast before me. I know security in this shop will be top quality as many shop proprietors in the slave training business will refuse to lose

used on me. This required nutrients, and I had a heaping pile of food before me that would do just that. Picking up the silverware, I begin to eat. My plans are to keep up my strength, stay vi

er and leave the store, some with a purchase of a new human pet