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Chapter 17 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

“And...”

“Sold!”

“Sold!” The auctioneer calls.

Sarah whispers in your ear. “You just have to nod and I’ll make it a weekend sale.” Despite your better judgement you are being caught up in the intensity of the moment and find yourself nodding. “Good girl. You won’t regret it... and you’ll be even more hotly sought. I’d put my money on Janet. She is a harsh mistress...”

The auctioneer continues on in the background. “Sold! For twelve thousand. Congratulations on your purchase sir. Given the nature of her sale would you like to have her as is? We offer a range of gift wrapping services... Sarah, can you see to Sylvia’s collection?” the auctioneer asks.

“Duty calls,” Sarah whispers, withdrawing her questing fingers and leaving you feeling decidedly unsatisfied. You hear her move off to attend her duties.

As she departs you belatedly realise that any form of sex or submission seems to undermine your better judgement. Sexual pleasure is an addictive narcotic and pursuit of it is causing you to make irrational choices. This x-change pills need a warning: your biological needs will dictate impulsive decisions based solely on an immediate impulse to satisfy your urges.

You sigh. You’re fucked...

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