Returning the favor. [By Laa and Dagger Stiletto]

[Laa]

"Lisette, you know how you've always wanted someone to help you in your everyday life?"

Lisette was the daughter of a rich businessman. Although she was pretty old, she had only been taught how to take care of the company from a distance. So far, she has yet to actually use that knowledge.

"Yes? You've found someone?"

Her father gave her a wide smile merely in the anticipation of seeing his daughter smile.

"I've found something, rather."

Lisette frowned at these words, but as her father elaborated on the subject, a big smile flashed across her face.

"A slave?!"

She yelled loudly, making her father cringe a little.

"Not so loud! Someone might hear you..."

"Oooh, a slave! That would be so cool! I'd be able to like... Make it clean my room... Bring me my food... And and..."

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A while later, a black limousine could be seen pulling up to a dark and cramped place, where light was a rare sight.

"Now Lisette, I want you to carefully choose your slave, okay?"

Slowly crawling out of the van, the two made their way through staring eyes of the fellow costumers and the cages of one of their future slaves.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

The slave market was packed with bodies. Men, women, and futa of various ages stood or sat in cages, a few in collars with leashes, a few even muzzled. There were various ages, no older than 50 and no younger than 17.

The men were either raging against their restraints or patiently seated. The women had a multitude of reactions: angry, terrified, meek, wary, and some even were showcasing like strippers. The futa either watched wary and watchful or downright snarled--the muzzled ones.

There were a few slavers pacing up and down the lines, making sure all specimens were healthy and hadn't injured themselves or each other. There was one they felt they didn't have to check. She had never given any problems.

Farrah was a 5'8" futa with a 10inch cock when flaccid. Her large eyes were tilted and bright green. Her skin was a lovely tan, muscles toned but not obscenely large so that she maintained a feminine appearance. Messy golden hair fell in curls half-way down her back, and her breasts were D-cups. A tattoo of a rose inside a pentagram marked her lower back. She was quiet and appeared to be meditating.

 

[Laa]

Lisette glanced over all the slaves, seeming somewhat bored by most of their appearances.

"Meeeh, I had expected something mysterious and weird, but they all look so normal."

Her father stared in confusion at her daughters weird statement, but decided to let it go.

"When I look on the Internet, they always have these strange ears or..."

She paused when she, out the corner of her eye, spotted Farrah.

"Or that!"

As Lisette ran towards Farrah's cage, his father trying to follow up with a horrified facial expression. Was his daughter always this weird?

As Lisette reached Farrah's cage, her big brown eyes sprung up and glanced all over her.

"This one! I want this one!"

Her father glanced down towards Farrah's penis, giving a frightened stare.

"Err, darling, are you sure you don't want one of those men or women over there? They seem much more..."

"Boring!"

She interrupted, jumping in anger.

"I want this one!"

The father sighed and waved for the store-keepers to come closer. While her father was dealing with that, Lisette went all the way up to the cage and stared straight at Farrah.

"Hey. What are you doing? It looks weird. Hey! Do you fix computers when they have viruses? Or, hey, do you like, play with dogs and stuff?"

Lisette didn't really seem to care for the answers though. She was naturally brown-haired, but had her hair colored blond from a very young age. Her hair was slightly curly and extended all the way down to her stomach. With delicate c-cup breasts and the softest, cleanest skin to meet the face of the earth, she stood out like a flashing beam of light in the black market.