SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

Janet signaled to the three men who then walked over to where I was bound between the steel poles. They looked to be Greek, or possibly Turkish, and were dressed in identical gray suits.

"Is this the one you have told us about?" asked a man with gray hair and a large, droopy gray mustache.

"This is she," Janet agreed. "She is well trained in all the slave-girl arts and as a body slave for a young girl. You may inspect her now, if you wish."

The three men began to feel my breasts. They ran their hands over my legs and arms. and cheeks. One lifted my skirts and another pulled my panties down so that the third could inspect my shrunken penis and well-rounded ass. I stood in shock and horror at what was happening, unable to stop either them or my intended sale as a slave-girl.

"You are right. She is a woman in all ways save one," said the man who had inspected my private parts, a black haired man with a small goatee.

"She has been receiving regular hormone shots and our Doctor says she is quite ready to be turned into a complete woman should that be what your client wishes."

"My Sultan wants a slave with this one's unique charms.," said the buyer with the goatee. "If he had wanted a real woman, that would have been easy enough. This one shall occupy a unique place in the Sultan's harem. Her training as a body slave for little girls will be useful too, for the Sultan now has five daughters."

"I want fifty-thousand dollars for her," said Janet.

"Twenty thousand," countered the buyer.

"Forty thousand," said Janet.

"Thirty thousand," said the buyer.

"Thirty four thousand," said Janet.

"Done and done!" said the buyer smiling broadly.

The buyer who had done the bargaining knelt at my feet as the other two men left the room. The buyer bound my ankles together with a soft, white cord. Then, he stood, and

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