Are you interested in a second purchase ?

Whilst you and Mr Smith enjoy your toys you think since you secured a replacement for your blowjob bar and Kirsty definitely is a good candidate to replace Erin you need a new project **** to train and break to your specific enjoyments.

Whilst fucking Kirsty from behind you pose the question Mr Smith as he skull fucks Issy you had thought about purchasing is issy but for your personal collection she was too plain and you have enough beautiful petite teens already.

Mr Smith gleefully explained he has a suitable candidate from his live stock he clicks a button summoning the girl for your viewing and inspecting pleasure.

The doors to the inspection room open and in walks the girl.

Mr Smith introduces you still making Issy throat his cock.

“This is Amy she I believe will be a fine addition to your collection” he snaps his fingers “**** show your body off to your potential new master up onto the table girl” he orders

Amy obeys with a simple “yes sir” she places herself on the inspection table on all fours like the live stock she is , you pull your cock from kirsty leaving her moaning with want, you give her pussy a good slap making her squeal “Kirsty be a good girl and play with issy whilst Mr smith shows me Amy” Kirsty adjusts herself obeying taking issue to the corner where they begin to kiss and play as a performance for their masters.

You lay your eyes on Amy on all fours on the inspection table both mr smith and you slowly walk around the girl cocks still erect.

The platinum blonde haired **** instantly caught your eye as Mr Smith explained her features to you

“ Amy was sold to me as defective due to some prior modifications which made her harder to sell but I know you won’t mind at all , she is a real beauty at 21 . As you see some tasteful tattoos are on her body however most buyers like their girls plain so she technically counts as defective.

Udders are smaller than my usual batch being B cup but as you’ll see her tits are perky and as you’ll see her nipples are lovely and pierced.

She’s in great shape also she’s made to complete a strict fitness routine”

Smith explained moving his hand cupping a tit to show you how perfectly her breast fitted in his hand which you also couldn’t resist a feel feeling her metal bar in your palm, like a good bitch she remained on all fours only showing a hint of reaction when you flicked her nipple causing her lips to part ever so slightly.

You move to the front of Amy again degrading her further treating her like the good fucktoy she was as you both stroke her hair patting her like a good dog **** to endure this sale examination naked on the cold table.

“Amy is already well trained however she is still mouldable to your specific tastes , very little encouragement is needed you can do what you want to her no matter how degrading isn’t that right Amy ? “

“Yes sir I am a toy to be used and displayed at your pleasure” Amy replies coldly.

Mr. Smith's grin widens as Amy's words hang in the air, her voice flat and obedient, like a machine programmed for submission. He pulls his thick cock from Issy's throat with a wet pop, strings of saliva dangling from her chin as she gasps for breath, her plain features flushed and messy. 'See? She's got the right attitude,' he says, giving Issy's hair a rough tug to make her crawl back to Kirsty. The two slaves entwine immediately, Kirsty's fingers diving between Issy's thighs while Issy's mouth latches onto Kirsty's neck, their moans a soft soundtrack to the inspection.

You circle Amy again, your erection throbbing from the interruption with Kirsty, her pussy still glistening and empty on the floor nearby. Amy's body is a canvas of contrasts—platinum blonde hair cascading down her back in loose waves, framing the intricate tattoos that snake across her pale skin. A delicate vine of black ink curls around her left hip, dipping toward her ass, while bolder script arches over her right shoulder blade: 'Property.' Her B-cup breasts hang just right in her all-fours position, perky despite their size, the silver bars through her nipples catching the harsh inspection room lights. You can see the faint outline of abs from her fitness regimen, her thighs toned and firm, leading to a shaved pussy that's already slightly parted, betraying a hint of arousal she can't hide.

'Go on, inspect her properly,' Mr. Smith urges, stepping back to give you space. His hand idly strokes his cock, slick from Issy's mouth. You reach out, gripping Amy's chin to tilt her head up, forcing her blue eyes to meet yours. They're clear, unblinking, trained to hold contact without defiance. 'Open,' you command, and her lips part instantly, revealing a pink tongue and straight white teeth. No piercings there, but you imagine how easy it'd be to add one, to mark her mouth as yours.

Your other hand trails down her back, fingers tracing the tattoo on her hip before sliding between her legs. She's warm, wetter than expected, her folds slick as you part them with two fingers. Amy doesn't flinch, just breathes a little deeper, her pierced nipples hardening under the cool air. 'Defective, my ass,' you mutter, plunging a finger inside her tight cunt. She clenches around you involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping despite her training. Mr. Smith chuckles. 'Told you—moldable. She's taken plenty of cocks, but nothing's broken her spirit yet. That's your job.'

You add a second finger, pumping slowly, feeling her walls grip and release. Her ass cheeks tense under your palm as you slap them lightly, watching the skin pink up. 'Turn around, bitch. Show me that hole.' Amy shifts without hesitation, arching her back to present her rear fully. Her asshole is clean, puckered, a faint tattoo of a small heart just above it—another 'defect' that makes her unique. You spread her cheeks, thumb pressing against the tight ring while your fingers curl deeper into her pussy, hitting that spot that makes her knees buckle slightly on the table.

Mr. Smith joins in, leaning over to tweak her nipple bars, pulling them just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from her. 'These were done professionally—sensitive as hell. Imagine clamping them, whipping her while she rides you.' His free hand guides yours, showing how to twist the piercings without mercy. Amy's body trembles now, but she holds position, her cold facade cracking with each degrading touch. You withdraw your fingers, slick with her juices, and bring them to her mouth. 'Clean them.' She sucks obediently, tongue swirling around your digits, tasting herself like the fucktoy she claims to be.

Satisfied for the moment, you step back, cock aching to claim her. 'How much for this one?' you ask, eyes locked on her quivering form. Mr. Smith names a price—steep, but worth it for the potential. 'And she'll come with a starter kit: collars, leashes, plugs. Break her however you like.' You nod, already envisioning her in your collection.

As the deal seals with a handshake, you gesture to Kirsty and Issy. 'Girls, come entertain Amy while we finalize papers.' They scramble over, Kirsty pushing Amy's face down toward her dripping pussy while Issy kneels behind, tongue lapping at Amy's exposed slit. Amy moans into Kirsty's folds, the first real sound of surrender, as the room fills with the wet symphony of slaves breaking each other for their masters' amusement.