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"Really?" Ethan asked suspiciously.

"Yes!" the salesman insisted. "In fact, the paperwork to have this lot put down is on the general manager's desk right now. In another day or two, they're not going to be for sale any more. And that would be a darn shame after what you've just seen her do, right?"

A few of the girls in adjacent cages gasped and whimpered when the salesman made that revelation to Ethan. Locking gazes with Xiuying, Ethan could sense the terror and pleading in her eyes.

Ethan shuddered and suddenly wished he could buy all of them. "Yeah, it would be a damn shame,"

Ethan glanced at the sticker on her cage again, and ran his fingers down the list of her installed options. "Pleasure-pain generator with auto-pain feature... Remote fertility valve... Aikido... Jeet Kune Do... Ninjitsu... Kung Fu... Kendo... Toilet training (liquid and solid)..." Ethan glanced at the salesman and asked, "What's 'toilet training?'"

"That's a feature that you rarely get with an American model. Another excellent reason to choose an import! Right, Ethan?"

"I suppose," Ethan answered, though the salesman didn't answer his question.

"So Ethan, is this the girl you'd like to own?" the salesman asked.

"Yeah," Ethan answered.

"Great! Because the boss is going to send her home with you right now!"

The salesman put the girl back in the cage and locked the door.

"Ethan, let me share one of the most important reasons people do business here at _Slave World._ Follow me."

Ethan heard the other girls crying in their cages as he followed the salesman back out to the showroom and through another door into the veterinary office.

"In here," the salesman said, "we have the latest medical equipment. So when you bring your slave girl in for her regularly scheduled service, she will leave in perfect health. And that's an important benefit, right?"

"Yeah," Ethan agreed.

The salesman led Ethan into another area off the veterinary office. The walls and shelves were stocked with leather goods, harnesses, whips, chains, shackles, dildoes, butt plugs, and even odd looking furniture. He scratched his head at a small wood box with a hole in the side and another hole in the center of the padded top.

"This is our accessories department. We have a huge inventory of sex toys and bondage gear to augment the pleasure you will receive from your slave girl."

"I see," Ethan said.

The salesman then led Ethan back to his desk and sat. The salesman then pulled out a form and said, "Ethan, as you know, most banks today would like to see a 30% cash investment for preferred bank financing. In your case, that would be $3,000."

The salesman nodded his head yes as he asked, "You can handle that, right?"

After a pause, Ethan answered, "No, I don't want to blow all my savings all at once."

"What realistic figure did you have in mind?" the salesman asked.

"I can put down about $1,000."

"How did you arrive at that figure?"

"That's about half of my $2,000 savings. I think I need the other half for emergencies and stuff."

"I understand how you feel," the salesman said. "And other consumers have felt the same way you do until they found out that getting preferred financing means lower monthly payments, a faster payoff, and greater equity in your slave. Having shared those advantages, how close can you come to the $3,000 cash investment?"

"All right," Ethan sighed, "I can put $2,000 down. I told you before, that's all the savings I have."

"It's not what the bank requires, but let's try!" the salesman said. "Now, as you know, banks today like to go with accelerated monthly payments, in your case, that would be around $240. You can handle that, right?"

"No way!" Ethan gasped.

"What realistic figure did you have in mind?"

"About $50."

"How did you arrive at that figure?"

"I told you already; $50 is what I generally pay for luxuries.

"I understand how you feel," the salesman said. "And other consumers have felt the same way you do until they found out that higher payments means a faster payoff and faster equity growth. Having shared those advantages, how close can you come to the $240 monthly payment?"

"Listen!" Ethan said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. "I make minimum wage. I need to pay my rent and eat. $50 is about what I have left over each month! I can cancel my cable TV to afford $70 per month like I told you before! But you're stretching me really thin!"

"It sounds kind of low to me, but we are having a gigantic sale. Let's put them to the test."

The salesman jotted some numbers on that form and continued, "So with a cash investment of only $2,000, and get your monthly payments all the way down to $70, you'll take her home now, right?"

The salesman drew a line on the bottom of the form and handed Ethan a pen, saying, "Just sign it the way you want her titled."

Ethan signed his name to the form.

"If you'll excuse me," the salesman said, "I just want to go check with the boss to make sure all your questions have been answered.

A few minutes later the salesman returned with another man.

"Ethan," the salesman said, "This is my boss, Zachary Heller."

"Hi Ethan," Zachary said and sat at the desk. "That's a great girl you picked out. She's in great health. Trained in the Kama Sutra and all the tantric sex positions. And you got a great deal on her. But listen, you're 32 right?"

"Yeah," Ethan said, wondering what his age had to do with the deal.

"At your age, you have to start thinking about your health, right?"

"Yeah," Ethan answered.

"Well, so does she. And what we offer is an extended warranty. It covers yearly examinations and mammograms for the next ten years. It's only $1,995. Trust me, it's an excellent insurance policy."

"Well, I've already spread myself pretty thin," Ethan countered.

"No problem, Ethan, we can add the insurance to your monthly payment."

The manager slid a form in front of Ethan and said, "Just sign here,"

Ethan scanned the form, seeing that it would add an extra $15 to his monthly payment, grimaced at the thought of going above the numbers he thought he had already negotiated, but he figured he would need insurance for her, so he signed the form.

"I'm sure you'd like her branded, right?"

"Well," Ethan considered, knowing that almost everyone has their slaves branded, "yes, but she had a previous owner, right?"

"Fortunately for you Ethan, her previous owner never had her branded. So for only $125, we can brand her any way you want."

The closer slid a 4" x 5" plastic card in front of Ethan and handed him a special pen, saying, "Sign this card with your monogram or signature, and that mark will be branded on her permanently."

Ethan carefully drew his personal monogram on the card, then wrote his signature in his best handwriting over the symbol, and slid the card back to the closer.

"Another customer benefit we offer is chipping," the closer said.

"What's that?" Ethan asked,

"If, God forbid, she ever runs away or is kidnapped, a chip implanted in her neck can be tracked up to a mile away. That would be a great feeling of security, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ethan said with mild annoyance, "and how much is that?"

"For that, there's a one-time fee of $150. But isn't that worth the peace-of-mind it provides?"

"I guess," Ethan said and signed the next form the closer handed him.

"As Chris told you, the girls are all tested for various ailments when we take them in on trade. Now, Ethan, for a small additional fee, you can have her vaccinated against AIDS, herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, and cancer, and never have to worry about these in the future. Don't you agree that's would be a great protection?"

"Yeah, I agree, but how much?"

"Only $200 for all those vaccinations."

"Well, I guess," Ethan sighed.

"Great! Now, I understand you were a little concerned about her weight?" the closer asked.

"Yeah," Ethan said.

"Before you take delivery, our veterinarian can perform liposuction on her and she will be slim for you tonight! Just sign here," the closer said and slid another form to Ethan.

"How much is that?"

"It will only add $40 per month to your monthly payments. For the price of a music CD a month, you can take her home fit and trim."

"Naw, that's really busting my budget."

"All right, but in that case I'm sure you'll consider this next benefit; a membership in a local health club. We have a partnership with _PoundsOff_ down on the lower level of the mall here. In just a few short months, your girl can be fit and trim again."

"And what does that cost?" Ethan asked.

"At our special discount, it is a fee of $400 for the first year. Plus putting her back at her ideal weight will reduce your insurance by $5 a month. That means it'll pay for itself in just under four years. Now that's a good deal, right?"

"I suppose," Ethan said, "and I do want her to be thin again."

"Then sign here," the closer said as he slid yet another form into Ethan's hand.

"Another thing we can do for you is to give her plastic surgery. One, we can give her breast implants to give you something to feel when you're lying on top of her."

"Naw, I like her little titties just the way they are."

"Well then, we can also remove those unsightly scars her previous abusive owner gave her..."

"Wait!" Ethan interrupted the closer. "No more! As much as I'd like that, I'm spending way more than I want to already."

"No problem sir," the closer said. He slid some forms in front of Ethan and filled them in.

"Here," he said, "is the sales contract. Just sign here and here."

Ethan looked over the sales contract and signed it.

The closer slid another form in front of Ethan. "This is the disclosure statement. This certifies that she comes without a branded title."

"What does that mean?" Ethan asked.

"That means she was never used as a prostitute, call girl, or other sex-for-pay situations, never given birth, nor labored under carcinogenic conditions, such as in a mine, for example."

"I see," Ethan said and signed for form.

"Now just sign the credit application here, and you'll be all set."

Ethan signed the credit application, and slid it back to the closer.

"Let me take the paperwork and we'll start having her prepped right now. I'll just need that down payment to get everything started. We can accept a check, debit card, or credit card."

Ethan handed the closer his debit card. The closer pulled out a card reader from inside his suit jacket, and swiped the card through the slot. The closer slid the reader to Ethan and said, "Key in 2-0-0-0,and then your PIN."

Ethan did so, removed his card from the machine, and handed it back to the closer.

The closer pressed a few more buttons on the card reader and said, "Ethan, because I like you so much, I'm going to throw in that liposuction for free! And the health club membership will keep her that way! How does that sound?"

"Wow! That's great! Thanks!"

Then the closer shook Ethan's hand and left with the paperwork, leaving Ethan alone with the salesman.

"I'm sure you're going to love her," the salesman said.

"Yeah, she is kind of cute," Ethan said.

"Why don't you look around the mall for a couple of hours while we prep your new girl for you."

"Okay," Ethan said and stood to leave.

The salesman repeated, "Be back in about an hour, Ethan, and she'll be all ready for you to take home."

Ethan left _Slave World_ and browsed around the mall. A good amount of time had passed since his shift ended, so he went back up to the food court to _Tofu King_ to grab a tofu burger at the employee discount price.

He sat and slowly ate his burger while his heart pounded at what he had just done. "I can't believe I really bought a slave girl all to myself," he mumbled to himself.

Ethan wandered a little more, and stopped in _GameGo._ As expected, _Grand Theft Auto XVIII_ was out, but he had just spent so much money that he decided to wait.

After about two hours of wandering, he returned to _Slave World._ The salesman greeted him at the door, "Ethan! Your girl's ready and waiting for you."

The salesman led Ethan into a small room where the girl was waiting. Of course, she was naked except for a pair of slippers on her feet and a collar around her neck. Ethan could tell that she had been detailed -- given a bath, her hair washed, trimmed, and brushed, all her nails trimmed and polished, and her face touched up with a little makeup. His brand glowed brightly on her left arm in fresh red scars. And, best of all, she was slender and petit, almost anorexic.

"Have a seat, Ethan," the salesman said, pointing to a chair at a small desk.

The salesman sat and opened a packet. He removed a wallet card and handed it to Ethan saying, "This is her temporary registration. You'll receive a permanent one from the government in a few weeks. The permanent one will have a chip with her DNA profile, fingerprints, retina scan, and other important details."

He removed a key fob from the packet. "She has a pleasure-pain generator implanted in her neck keyed to this fob. The green button gives her a reward, the yellow button gives her mild pain, and the red button gives her a knock-out dose of pain. And this switch turns auto-pain off and on."

"What's auto-pain?" Ethan asked.

"If she wanders more than 50 feet away from you, like here in the mall, she will automatically be given a knock-out dose of pain. The fob will also beep and vibrate to let you know. You can adjust that distance more or less, for example, if you live on a large estate and want her to be able to work some distance from you."

"I see," Ethan said. "Anything else."

the salesman handed him a small device that looked like a cell phone with a numeric keypad and two icon buttons, one showing an image of a fat woman, the other a skinny woman. The skinny woman button glowed green.

The salesman said, "She is also equipped with fertility valves on her fallopian tubes. Key the code and press this red button to open the valve to make her fertile, or press the green button for safety."

"I see," Ethan said.

"And here are a few complimentary items," the salesman said, handing him a box. "This contains her leash, dildo, butt plug, vaginal exerciser, and a booklet on how to care for your new slave properly."

The salesman opened the box, removed the leash, walked over to the girl, clipped the leash to her collar and led her over to Ethan.

Handing Ethan the leash and the box, he said, "That's it."

The salesman then held out his hand and said, "Good luck with her!"

Holding the girl's leash and box in one hand, Ethan shook the salesman's hand with the other and answered, "Thanks."

Ethan stood and hesitantly glanced at the girl he just purchased and who was standing naked collared to a leash in his hand.

Xiuying looked up at him and then bowed her head.

Ethan realized just then how cute and attractive she really was, slenderized and out of that dingy cold stockroom.

Ethan then led Xiuying out of the store and into the mezzanine of the mall, the proud owner of his own personal slave girl.

Walking through the mall, he suddenly felt special. He was now one of the small minority of men who led their own slave girl around on a leash.

He watched her walk next to him, with her slight limp. She seemed to be in some discomfort, though. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, sir. Just a little discomfort from the surgery."

"Surgery? Oh! The liposuction."

"Yes," she said. "but I'll do my very best to please you tonight, regardless, sir."

Ethan didn't quite know what to say, to he continued to lead her through the mall.

Ethan led Xiuying outside and stood at the bus stop waiting for the M45 for home. Several guys were waiting for the bus with collared naked slave girls. Like the others, Xiuying stood there shivering and her teeth chattering in the chilly autumn breeze.

"C'mon", Ethan said as he led her back into the mall. He went to a discount clothing store and bought her a sweat shirt and sweat pants. The smallest size he could find was still way too big on her, but clothes for women just aren't made.

"Thank you, sir!" she said as she followed him out of the store. Walking through the mass, she whispered, "I've never worn clothes before, sir. This feels really strange."

"Well, you can take them off again when we get home," he said with a grin.

They returned to the bus stop in front of the mall. Men in fall jackets and naked slave girls glanced warily at Ethan and Xiuying, for it was unheard of for a slave to wear clothing, even on cold blustery days. Ethan ignored their glances.

The bus arrived shortly, and it was a quick ride the ten blocks to his distressed neighborhood.

Xiuying followed him on her leash from the bus stop to the rooming house where he rented a small room. It had turned dark by the time they arrived.

Passing through the kitchen of the old house, one of the denizens of the house was sitting at the table drinking a beer.

"Ethan! What you got there?"

"Hi Chad, I bought my own girl at the mall."

"Why you got clothes on her, man?"

"It's cold outside," Ethan answered.

"Whatever, but hey! I'll give you $20 for a blowjob!"

"I'm not gay, Chad," Ethan answered.

"Not you! I mean her!" Chad said pointing to the girl.

"She's not for rent. Sorry, Chad."

Ethan continued through the kitchen, into the hallway, up one flight of stairs and into his room.

"Are you hungry, Xiuying?" Ethan said to her.

"Yes, sir," she answered.

Ethan opened a small fridge he kept in his room, and gave her a Granola bar. "It's not much, but I practically live on these things."

She had removed the sweat shirt and pants, and draped them over a chair, while he was rooting through the fridge.

"Thank you, sir," she said when he handed her the bar.

It was late on a Saturday night, and Ethan didn't have work on Sunday, so going out again was tempting. Yet he was exhausted from the ordeal at the slave dealership, and had to watch his money even more carefully now, but mainly, he wanted to fuck his new slave girl. "Let's take a shower and go to bed, Xiuying."

"Yes sir," she answered.

Ethan hesitated and then pulled off his clothes and tossed them into his hamper. For a moment, he was standing there as naked as she was. He put on his bathrobe, grabbed his bin of toiletries and a pair of towels.

He led her down the chilly hallway to the common bathroom. "The landlord is so cheap! It's always freezing in this hallway at night."

In the common bathroom, there were several toilet stalls, plus one alcove with a tub, and another alcove with a large shower stall. He led her into the shower.

In the shower with the water running, he said, "Wash me, Xiuying."

"Yes, sir," she answered and began to lather his body with the soap. It felt so good as she rubbed the soap all over his body, up and down his arms, under his arm pits, up and down his legs, his cock and balls, and his ass crack. Then she squirted a drop of shampoo into her palm, and massaged it into his hair.

He let the warm water rinse himself off and said, "Would you like me to wash you, Xiuying?"

"Yes sir."

Ethan lathered her with the soap and washed her down as she had done him. Under hear arms, inside her pussy, and along her ass crack. For the second time, he fingers explored her pussy and he found her clit again. As before, he rubbed her clit with his fingers as she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh! That feels so good, sir."

Ethan continued to stroke her clit until she began quaking and quivering to his touch.

He drew "Oh's!" and "Ah's!" from her with every motion of his fingertip.

He continued until she seemed to be getting weak in the knees. "Am I overdoing it, Xiuying?" he asked.