Inspection

"Lets get a better look at you girl. Stand still girl, or you will regret it." The old man said before taking one of Ashley's breasts in his hand. He started to kneed her breast, it surprised her how it felt both rough, and gentle at the same time.

"Firm, and a good volume." He said matter of factly. Like how you would rate an animal at a show. He then raised her breast up, and let go of it. Her breast dropped only slightly. "And barely any sag to them. You have very fine breasts girl, they should never have been covered." Warmth spread across Ashley's face. She knew her breasts were stunning, but nobody had ever told it straight to her like this man.

He continued his exploration with gently brushing his thumb around her nipple. Ooh. Ashley could feel her nipple starting to harden in response. She bit her lower lip when he pinched it, ow, that hurts, but it feels good. Why does this feel good? She closed her eyes, struggling against her body's natural response, she didn't want to see this old man caressing her breast, and playing with her nipple. That he was the one responsible for how her body acted. He's disgusting, but this is not his first time touching a woman she thought. It was as if he knew just how to touch her to get the response he wanted. Something wet traced along her other nipple, then it was enveloped in wetness, suction pulled at it while something flicked her nipple. Ashley's mouth opened, and a low gasp escaped her. The suction stopped.

"You like it when I lick your nipple? I knew you were a slut the moment I saw you." She heard him say.

I'm not a slut.

"No." Ashley answered

While he continued to tease her nipple with his fingers Ashley felt a wet finger slide along her pussy. Ashley wanted to get away, all her senses screamed at her to run. But where would I run? There is nowhere I can go now. She **** herself to stay still, willpower anchoring her feet to the floor as the man stroked her exposed pussy.

"Hairless. Good, just like a young pussy should be. Tell me girl, do you shave, or have you undergone a more permanent solution?"

She didn't want to answer him, she couldn't know for sure and she didn't want him to get his way. It's shameful to talk about it, I don't even know this man. A hard palm connected with her face.

*slap*

"Answer me!"

It stung, but mostly it startled her, she opened her eyes, and was met with the angered face of her owner. "Permanent, it's permanent." She answered quickly, hoping she didn't just lie to him or knowing if he would slap her again.

"Good, thats good. Young pussy should be smooth, and hairless."

"Mr. Wright. Is it really necessary to do this here, I know it is standard to inspect a ****, but you had already agreed to purchase before inspecting her." Ashley heard her father interject.

"My apologies Mr. Jones. I will be on my way then. Just need to attach her collar before we leave." He opened a briefcase that contained an assortment of documents, as well as a black collar that he placed around her neck. She heard it click when the two ends met around it. Mr. Wright attached a chain leash to a ring in the front.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you." The man said, holding out a hand to shake her father's. Ashley watched her father stand up and take the man's hand. Despite all that had happened here she could see no regrets in her father's face when he shook her new owner's hand. How much did he offer them for me? She tried to struggle against the pulling **** at her neck when Mr. Wright started to walk out of the room towards the foyer. Despite her muscled figure she felt powerless in her situation, she had never felt this weak. It was as if she somehow had already given in to the dominant man that held her leash. Looking at the chain that connected the two, the symbol of his superiority, she cursed her inability to fight back against him. Why can't I summon the strength to fight this? I'm strong enough to struggle against him, yet I feel like I shouldn't. Ashley followed along with the man while begging her parents to help her, but nobody followed them. Ashley was dragged outside behind the man, begging him to stop, to reconsider what he was doing. The reality of what was happening was now so vivid that it was all she could think of doing. Then she felt a stong electical charge hit her, knocking her to her knees on the grass.

"Shut up girl, or the next one will be stronger."

Ghasping for breath she didn't have time to stand up before Mr. Wringt started walking again, her leash pulling at her neck made Ashley crawl forward, following along her owner towards an expensive looking black SUV in their driveway. The rear door opened as they aproached it, and the man opened the door of a metal cage inside.

"Get in."

"Please." Ashley begged. "Please let me stay."

"I'm only saying this one more time, and beacuse you are new I will look past this indiscretion. Get in."

Ashley climbed inside the cage out of fear for what would happen if she didn't. Mr Wright held all the cards, and nobody was coming to her rescue. She turned in her cage to face the man. Better to face him, than have him stare at my privates, Ashley thought. The old man removed the leash from her collar, and closed the cage. The rear door shut as he walked away. Ashley looked back out through the rear window where she saw her parents standing on the porch. She heard the car start, and it pulled out of the driveway. Ashley watched as her house became smaller, and smaller untill she could no longer see it. How can this be happenig, have I just been sold to an old man by my own parents?