A deal is struck

The gray-bearded man leans forward, eyes gleaming with hunger. "Train one of mine and I’ll make it worth your while. Name your price and I’ll double it in flesh. Take another **** from my stock—any one you fancy—as full payment for shaping one of my girls into the kind of obedient hole Erin is."

You weigh the offer, cock still half-buried in Erin’s warm mouth. The idea of fresh meat plus a new toy to break in makes your shaft twitch against her tongue. "Show me what you have," you say.

He snaps his fingers. A handler brings over a tiny blonde. Channy. She can’t weigh more than ninety pounds. Bleach-blonde hair pulled into a tight high bun, body wrapped in sheer blue lace that clings to every curve like a second skin. Her eyes stay down, hands clasped in front of her. Your cock jumps again; Erin feels it and sucks harder.

"Inspect her," the gray man urges. "Take your time."

You nod and order Erin off your lap. "Service him. Mouth, ass, whatever he wants." Erin crawls to the older man without hesitation and starts unbuckling his belt.

You take Channy by the wrist and lead her down a short hallway into a private room lined with leather benches and every kind of toy imaginable. The door clicks shut.

She stands trembling while you circle her. So small. You hook your hands under her arms and lift her clean off the floor like a doll. Her feet dangle. Your mind races with filthy possibilities—tiny schoolgirl outfits stretched over that frame, micro-bikinis that barely cover her nipples, ballet slippers and nothing else while she balances on your cock.

You set her down and peel the blue lace away. Her nipples are already stiff. You run your hands over her narrow hips, then push two fingers straight into her cunt. Tight. Wet. You add a third and she whimpers.

A thick black **** collar sits among the toys. You buckle it around her slender throat and give the ring a tug. The mechanism tightens just enough to make breathing difficult. Her eyes widen. You watch color rise in her cheeks as you turn her around and bend her over the padded bench.

You pick up a slim metal probe, slick it, and press it against her asshole. She gasps as it slides in. You work it deeper while the collar keeps her gasping for air. When she starts to writhe you pull the probe out and replace it with your cock. One hard thrust and you’re buried to the hilt in her ass. The collar clicks tighter with every bounce you give her. Her tiny body jerks on your shaft, feet kicking, hands scrabbling at the bench while she fights for breath.

You fuck her like that for long minutes—short, brutal strokes that lift her off her toes each time you bottom out. Spit and lube run down her thighs. Every few thrusts you loosen the collar just enough for a ragged inhale before tightening it again, watching her eyes roll as she chokes and clenches around you.

Eventually you pull out, leave her slumped and gasping, and return to the lounge. Erin is on her knees between the gray man’s spread legs, lips sealed around one heavy ball, sucking gently while her fingers stroke his shaft. He looks up, satisfied.

"We have a deal," you tell him. "Send your girl over tomorrow. I’ll start her training the same night."

The gray man smiles and pats Erin’s head. "She’ll be ready. And remember—any price you name for Erin later, it’s yours."