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Chapter 4
The FemBoutique certainly did have a wide variety of merchandise, which Keith and Nora, examined with great interest. Near the counter was the "equipment" section, which contained, not human merchandise, but those items that might be necessary for the proper care of a female slave. Punishment devices such as whips, crops, and paddles intermingled with dildos and vibrators. All kinds of cages were also available from small puppy-cages to kits for the construction of full-sized prison cells, and restraining devices such as ropes, shackles, and handcuffs. Medieval torture instruments that appeared to belong to the Spanish Inquisition could be found along with such modern devices GPS tracking implants and electronic perimeters that would shock any person who crossed them.
A pharmaceutical section was also available, with various concoctions that were designed -- not to improve the health of a slave -- but to modify her in some way. Drugs designed to either increase or decrease the libido of a slave could be found, along with a drug that was supposed to increase a woman's breast size, another that would stimulate a woman's nerve endings to make them more sensitive to either pain or pleasure, and yet another that would act as a sort of chemical "gag" by temporarily sedating a woman's vocal cords. Of course, none of these drugs were approved by the FDA for use on people, but the rules were much more lax when it came to slaves.
More interesting than the "equipment," however, was the human merchandise. Women of all types, tall, short, dark, fair, blonde, brunette, and redhead, could be found on display throughout the store. They seemed to have very little in common, save that they were all completely nude, they were restrained in some manner or another, and they were all completely hairless from the neck down. Each of the females on display had a barcode tattooed on her left buttock, which, Keith guessed, was used for tracking.
Along one wall were rows upon rows of wire cages, each with one girl inside. The cages were far too small for a girl to stand or lie down in, and even sitting wasn't entirely comfortable. Some girls curled up into a fetal ball, while others squatted, with their heads between their knees. Still others sat either on their ankles with their knees in front of them, or with their legs crossed in front of them, Indian style.
Past the wire cages in a corner were transparent glass cylinders -- each with a naked woman standing inside. Each of the glass tubes was no more than two centimeters wider than the woman who occupied it, leaving no room for any of the women to sit, squat, lie down, or even move her arms away from her body. Most of the women either stood still, or leaned against the glass -- which was apparently strong enough to support them.
They stopped in front of a young, black woman who appeared to be only slightly older than Amanda. Keith looked her up and down, examining her breasts, thighs, and pussy, and then walking around to the back to inspect her ass. Every part of her excited him. Nora, who was standing in front of the woman, looked down.
"Hey look at these buttons on the floor," said Nora.
Keith walked around and looked down, and saw that at the bottom of the cylinder were three buttons: one red, one blue, and one green. "I wonder what they do," said Nora, more to herself than to anyone else.
She tried the red one, and they could see the woman starting to pant, and sweat profusely. Keith touched the glass, and could feel that it was quite warm. "Looks like you turned up the heat on her," said Keith.
"Let's cool her down then," replied Nora, who pressed the blue button.
The blue button had the opposite effect. The woman, who had been drenched with sweat from the heat, was now covered in goosebumps, shivering uncontrollably. After a few moments of this, she stopped shivering and relaxed. Apparently, the cold, like the heat, lasted only a few minutes -- a special feature that had been added to the display cases to amuse the customers.
Keith couldn't help but try the green button. Its effect seemed to be to send a mild electric shock to the woman inside the case. Keith and Nora were both greatly amused by this, and they went from case to case torturing the occupants with the red, blue, and green buttons.
From the women in the glass tubes they traveled to the women tied to tables in four-point restraints, then to the women shackled to walls. They poked, prodded, fondled, and in some cases spanked the merchandise. Occasionally, they would encounter a woman who was bound with her thighs spread apart, and they would find a dildo chained to the display case, which Keith would use on the woman's pussy, or her mouth.
The entire experience of touring the FemBoutique looking for a replacement for Amanda gave Keith the most intense hard-on that he had ever had in his life. He would express this to his wife in various different ways throughout the tour. He would approach her unexpectedly and kiss her, open mouthed, on the lips. He would give her ass a surprise squeeze, or wrap his arm around her waist and pull her toward him, where his hands would travel the full length of her torso, front and back. It seemed that even though they were in public, he considered no part of his wife's body off limits, and he displayed much more physical affection than was customary outside the privacy of the bedroom. The thought that he might be taking excessive liberties with his wife didn't occur to Keith, who, after all, was now immersed in an environment where excessive liberties were the norm.
Keith was standing behind Nora with his arms around her, one hand cupping each breast, when Bradley found them. Keith abruptly released Nora, and Bradley approached Keith with some papers.
"We've evaluated the girl you've brought, and I think you'll be happy with the results," said Bradley.
"That's great," said Keith, "but right now I've got something else on my mind. Is there some place around here where my wife and I can be alone."
Bradley, who had seen Keith fondling Nora as they made their way through the showroom, understood the situation completely. "I think I can accommodate you," said Bradley. "Occasionally, we allow our customers to sample our merchandise before making a purchase, and we are glad to provide private quarters for that purpose. You can bring Nora into one of our Testing rooms, and take as long as you need. Then, when you are done, you can make your selection from our stock. If you would come with me please."
Bradley walked, and Keith followed, leading Nora by the hand. Nora, who was not used to Keith being so forward with her, was starting to feel a bit uneasy, but she cooperated. In the first place, it had been a long time since her husband had been so passionate with her, and she intended to enjoy every minute of his intensity. In fact, she found his new aggressiveness quite a turn on. Secondly, she knew that she would need to get her husband off before they would be able to select a maid and go home, where together they could enjoy their new acquisition. That thought also made her hot.
Bradley showed Keith and Nora into a small room, which was well equipped for virtually any sexual activity one might imagine, and shut the door behind him. In the center of the room was a four-poster bed, with various types of restraints both anchored to the posts and suspended from the ceiling above. There was also a dresser containing, not clothes, but lengths of rope, KY jelly, dildos, vibrators, and various other implements, some of which Keith did not recognize. Or, that is to say, some of which he would not have recognized if he had opened the drawer to the dresser. He did no such thing though, as at that moment he was too single-minded to bother with exploring his surroundings. Instead, the moment the door closed, he went straight for Nora.
Nora had come to the FemBoutique with Keith wearing the same cotton dress that she had on that morning. Keith grabbed the top of the dress, just above the breasts, and ripped it down the front with a single, powerful motion. The front of the dress fell away, exposing Nora's panties and bra, which Keith ripped off in turn. Nora let the tattered remains of the dress fall off her, leaving her completely naked save for her shoes. As they were sandals, it was a simple matter to slip them off. Although Nora's clothing was now damaged beyond any hope of repair, she supposed it was all right. It would simply mean that she would be one of two naked women who would be walking out of the FemBoutique this afternoon with Keith. A common sight, thought Nora.
The problem is that if she walked out of the store naked, then until she got home she would be no different from the slave who would be walking with her, save for the fact that she had hair around her pussy and no barcode tattooed on her ass. Thinking about herself in that manner, comparing herself with a slave, in this room alone with a highly aroused Keith made her extremely horny. Right now, she wanted to be fucked. Not "cuddled," not "made love to," and not even "pleasured," but fucked. Banged. Pounded. Nailed.
Fortunately, Keith seemed to have the same thing in mind. He quickly undressed himself, and then he swept Nora off her feet, and placed her on her back on the four-poster bed. He tied her ankles each to a bottom post, and he tied each wrist to a top post, so that Nora was restrained in a vulnerable spread-eagle position. He then climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her wet pussy, and Nora could only moan -- too lost in her erotic thoughts to even consider protesting being tied up, as if she were a piece of merchandise being "tried out."
Ohh, that thought made her hot. Keith was really pounding hard now, bringing Nora right to the edge. Just when Nora thought she was about to pop, Keith pulled out, his cock now wet with Nora's pussy juce.
Keith then turned around and mounted Nora again -- this time from the other end. Instead of fucking her pussy missionary style, now he was fucking her mouth. Nora, restrained as she was, had no choice but to concentrate on sucking as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Down her throat, and then back out again. She tasted her own pussy juice, and then she soon tasted his cum, exploding into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, as she had hundreds of times before, but this time she did so with much greater relish.
Keith got up and approached the dresser, making as if to get dressed again Nora whimpered. "Pleeeease!" cried Nora.
"Please what?" inquired Keith, glancing over as his naked, still-restrained wife.
"Please," panted Nora, "get me off. I'm soooo close. I wanna cum. Pleeease!"
Keith grinned, and chucked to himself. He grabbed a vibrator off the dresser, approached Nora's pussy with it, and turned it on. He used the device on Nora, gradually working it up to its highest setting, and soon thereafter he saw Nora react to waves of pleasure running through her.
Keith got dressed and left the room, inexplicitly leaving Nora tied to the bed. He came back a moment later with Bradley.
"Here she is," said Keith, gesturing toward Nora. "I'm done with her. She's all yours."
"You know you've got to be the one to push her across the line," reminded Bradley.
"Of course," said Keith, who grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the dresser.
"What's going on?" demanded Nora. "What are you doing?"
"I've decided to turn you in," said Keith. "Bradley tells me that the two of you together will get me enough store credit for a free sex slave, with a 65% discount on a second girl. It's too good a deal to pass up."
"But I'm your mmmmmt." Nora's words were muffled by the gag that was suddenly shoved into her mouth.
Keith led Nora across the sales floor to the yellow line, and Nora did not offer even token resistance as he pushed her over. She knew it would be futile. She just hoped that some day she would be bought by another man like Keith; a man hoping to trade up.
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