[Fiction] Adoption

[DancingBear]

So, I gave story writing another crack. I'll post more if people like it, so let me know.

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I enter the facility, and have a seat in the waiting room. It is pretty plain in here. Not something one would expect from a place like this. The walls are painted a dull yellow, and the sofas are all a pale blue. Over on the far wall, opposite the receptionist, there is a table littered with magazines and a coffee maker. The woman behind the desk calls to me, "Excuse me, Sir? Do you have an appointment?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I have an 11:15." I reply. In my haste, I'd forgotten to check in.

"One of our guides will be right with you."

I check my watch - 11:12. I wait about ten more minutes until a short, balding man appears. He is smiling ear to ear and beckons me through the door he is holding open. "Right this way, Sir. I'm Jacob and I'll be your guide today. Are you looking for male, or female?"

"Female," I reply, and I am led through a pink door to the right, directly opposite a blue door, to the left. We are now in a small room with walls on three sides, and in front of us are two big glass planes with a glass door between them. We can see into the next hall, which is lined with cages on one side and various doors on the other. There are a few men and women standing throughout the hall, clothed, and each holding a bullwhip. Guards, I assume.

"These are our, ahem, newest. They are unbroken," he explains as he opens the glass door. We pass cage after cage, in each one a nude girl. Most are backed into the far corner, sitting and not looking out. A few are right up front, rattling the bars. Each cage has a card attached to the front.

"#001
Female, Bisexual, 18
Unbroken, NV"

"#013
Female, Straight, 20
Unbroken, NV"

"What does NV stand for?" I ask.

"Oh, V is for virgin, NV is for not," he replies, "Come this way, and I will show you the ones who are already broken."

We proceed through another door, and I notice that each time, a buzzer goes off. I assume this is to signal the unlocking of the door. Like a prison, I think to myself. We enter a second hallway which appears the same as the first, however the atmosphere is entirely different. These cages all hold girls who are pressed against the bars, peering out at me adoringly. Some of these are significantly older than the ones in the previous hall.

"#028
Female, Straight, 34
Broken, NV"

"#031
Female, Lesbian, 26
Broken, V"

"These girls have been slaves and subs before, and were brought here by previous owners. You will not have to do much except set out new rules and perhaps change a few things to your liking. Were you interested in a pre-broken girl, or a brand new one?"

"I'm not entirely sure," I respond. The fact that the girls in this room can't wait to please me is very appealing, but I can imagine it wouldn't be as much fun. However, those girls in the first hall looked tough to train. Jacob seems to have read my mind.

"We also have some who are in the process of being trained, if you would prefer one of those." He points to another door, at the end of this hallway, which says "Obedience Training" on it.

This sounds more like me, I think to myself. "Let's have a look."

[trust-no-1]

This is really good, Please continue

[DancingBear]

So here's a bit more. I think that first part was probably too short to go by. At least I know one person is interested. :P

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We approach the door and before he opens it, he turns to me, "They are in the middle of a session, so we must be quiet while watching." I nod in agreement and we enter the room. It is a big rectangular room with cages on the walls, all open and empty. The girls are scattered throughout, a pair of them with a trainer. Some are leashed and gagged, while others are smiling, going through the commands they are given. Tasks ranging from "Sit" to "Edge". A yelp rises over the rest of the noise, and I turn to see a girl receiving a belt to the rear.

"This facility is available to you after you purchase a girl. You can sign her up for training sessions, if she is too much to handle right away," Jacob explains, "and over here we have a selection of collars, leashes, whips, gags, and any other items you would need or want for your girl."

My eyes dart across the sign overhead, listing the rates and sessions. They then scan the merchandise, and all this is becoming very real for me. My insides are twisted with nerves, but filled with excitement bursting out of the seams my nerves have torn open. These feelings swirling inside of me push me onwards.

"When is this session over? I'd like to have a better look at some of the girls, if you don't mind."

"Of course. This one should be wrapped up in about ten minutes. Would you like to continue watching, or return to one of the previous rooms while we wait?"

The idea of a defiant slave that won't listen to a word I tell them is not a good one, and then I would have to pay for obedience school. The broken ones are no fun either, and they are all older women. I want a young girl. A half broken slave seems much more manageable. "I'll just watch here. It's very interesting, maybe I can pick up a few tips," I reply.

Jason and I stand to the side, watching the girls finish up their training. Each of the trainers scribbles on their clipboard, and some of the girls are given a slip of paper to which they seem very pleased about. A reward, I suppose, for doing well. Then, all are sent back to their cages and locked away. We begin to stride around the room. I read every card, and look closely at every girl, trying to take in as much as I can.

#043
Female, Lesbian, 18
OT, V

#045
Female, Straight, 20
OT, V

#057
Female, Straight, 18
OT, NV

I find that this is not working. These cards don't offer much information at all, and almost all of the girls are very pretty. "So, er, do we get to take one for a test run or something? How am I expected to narrow this down?"

"Oh, just pick a few that you like and I will get their temperament cards. These will show their progress in obedience and respect, as well as which areas they particularly excel or are lacking in."

I give Jacob numbers 044, 045, and 053 and he shuffles out of the room to fetch their cards. When he is gone, I quickly turn to #044's cage. She is petite, perhaps 5'3 and 100lbs, brown eyes, and brunette. She, like all the others, has her pubic and leg hair completely shaved.

"Hey there," I say softly, and suddenly realize that I have nothing else to say. "Do you like me?" Wow, that was dumb. I try to fix it with, "You could be coming home with me, you know." She blushes and glances up at me, then to the floor, then to the side.

"What'sa matter? Don't like me?" I feel a little hurt that she did not respond, but perhaps she is just shy. I try again, "I think you'd have a lot of fun with me..."

"We aren't supposed to speak," says the girl in the cage to the left. #043. She is sassy, I recognize her as the girl who got the belt earlier.

"But you are," I reply, "Haven't you learned anything?"

"I just don't care."

I scan her body and notice that she has many welts and bruises, fresh and red as well as purple from age. I imagine some are a bit warm to the touch and my pants start to feel tight. "A bit of a masochist, I take it?" I hear rustling from the cage in front of me, and look to see #044 has turned away, leaning against the side, perhaps jealous of my attention shifting to her neighbor.

"Here we are!" Jacob's cheerful voice interrupts us. He walks over and pushes three cards into my hands. Each had a paragraph about the girl's behavior as well as a list of their likes and dislikes, and a starred special note.

[ghyt]

interesting and quite original topic, also nice writing...
hope you'll continue

[slavegirl17]

This is really great, please keep writing!

[zac]

great first couple of chapters....PLEASE continue xx

[gfish15]

very entertaining read, really sparks my interest would be a very surreal experience to walk through a place like that having different women compete for your attention. I hope you continue writing and i look forward to reading more.

[Youngslut]

This is a good story. I would really like to write a story from the point of view of one of the girls, if you dont mind.

[danrob88]

Yeah I'm loving it

[DancingBear]

Originally Posted by Youngslut

This is a good story. I would really like to write a story from the point of view of one of the girls, if you dont mind.

Go ahead. Just make sure people know it's not directly related to this story. xD

[Reluhv13]

O-M-F-G! I Freaking love this story so far! Pleeeaaase write more! Soon!!!

[pymani96]

Great story! I love it. Please write more
Pymani

[tarheel boy]

this is good, please continue

[DancingBear]

Sorry if the parts are too short. Writing is slow for me. For some reason, I'd rather post a short part every few days instead of a long part every week or two.

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#044
Quick learner [...] very shy [...] forgetful [...] expresses jealousy of other subs.
*Not for poly relationships
Responds well to: Humiliation, pet play, orgasm control
Dislikes: Pain, watersports, involving others.

#045
Defiant [...] plays well with others [...] needs exercise.
*Foot fetish
Responds well to: Pain, exercise, sensory deprivation
Dislikes: Orgasm control

#053
Needs TLC [...] hard worker [...] easily broken.
*Abusive past
Responds well to: Rewards/praise
Dislikes: Humiliation, stretching.

Out of curiosity, I ask Jacob to bring me #043's card as well. She's a sassy one and seems like a lot of fun to have around. When he leaves, I look over the cards again. I immediately had ruled #053 out - I'm in no position to be looking after a TLC sub. #045 enjoys pain, but doesn't like orgasm control, which is a big thing for me. She is also a bit heftier than #044, which is probably why she needs the exercise. I prefer tiny girls. They are much easier to throw about.

I glance over the cages again, comparing the girls. Tiny brunette versus heftier blonde. I could always get #044 gradually used to pain.. With that thought, Jacob returns with #043's card. "We've not made much progress with this one," he sighs as he hands me the card.

#043
Defiant [...] doesn't play well with others
*Needs discipline
Responds well to: N/A
Dislikes: N/A

I look over to her cage and she meets my eyes with a smirk. She must know how she's teasing me, how tempting she is.. I force myself to rule her out, and am back to being stuck between #044 and #045. I kneel down and stick my fingers through the bars. #044 looks curious, almost longingly at them. #045 is playing with her hair and appears disinterested.

"Any thoughts? Anything I could help you with?" Jacob checks his watch.

"I think I may have decided," I reply, grinning, eyeing the cage of my soon-to-be girl. She looks up at me and fidgets about. I wonder what she is thinking.

"Fantastic! Right this way, I have some paperwork for you to fill out, if you're ready."

I follow Jacob back through the hallways to the receptionist and she hands me a clipboard filled with forms. "I'll just need you to fill these out, and then I'll need to see some ID and we can discuss payment. Would you like to look at our selection of accessories?"

"No thank you," I reply politely. This is taking far too long already, and I am antsy.

I have a seat, filling out the information and a survey to ensure that Jacob had helped me find what I needed. I bring it back when I finally finish, and pull a wad of bills from my pocket. Before she could ask, I blurt out, "Cash please."

My wallet is feeling a lot lighter after this, but I know it will be well worth it. The receptionist instructs me to return to my seat. By now, my hands are sweating with anticipation and I am tapping my knee with my fingers. I just want my girl. After a few minutes, Jacob pushes the door open, holding a leash. I'm filled with excitement and nerves, but I just know it will be perfect when I see her and she is mine.

[The Rev.]

I really like the story and I think you should post the rest of it. Draw some pictures to go with it too.