A Fine Toy
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Sept. 11, 2009

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This story
does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and
should not be taken as reality.

Codes: M/F nosex Mdom magic mc ds dh 

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"Welcome, welcome, good man." said the salesman with a smile, caressing his
long, thin strand of dark beard as he rose from his cross-legged position
upon the scarlet pillow at the front of his shop and bowed low.

The wealthy-looking man who had just entered wore a crimson toga, the color
indicating an expensive dye.  His sandalled feet clicked softly on the
well-swept marble floor of the shop, his eyes looking at the fine
architecture of the dimly lit interior, its display of opulence contrasting
sharply with the entrance that was hardly remarkable from the bazaar
outside.  There were no outward signs of high security, but the customer
knew the measures were there.

"I'd like to examine your specialty wares," said the customer in a deep,
refined voice when his focus turned to the waiting shopkeeper, "Perhaps
something exotic."

The turbaned salesman clapped his hands softly, a grin spreading his lips as
he spoke eagerly, "I have just the thing, good man, if you will step this
way."

The salesman led the way with a smile, his bare feet moving swiftly beneath
his long sandy-white robe.  The customer followed, his steely grey eyes
peering around at the various things that were on display.  Floggers,
dildos, restraints, and all manner of similar gear lined this room of the
shop, but the salesman moved on, fishing a key from his robe and unlocking a
heavy wooden door.

They stepped through, and then took another door beyond that to enter a room
where a single toy was on display.

"This toy is guaranteed to entertain a discerning customer such as yourself,
good man.  Do take a closer look." the salesman offered, reaching out a hand
to caress the charcoal-black skin of the female rump before him.  "Skin as
soft as silk, and such glorious hair!" he tugged lightly on the long,
shimmering white hair, bringing no response from the elven woman who stood
in the center of the room, her eyes closed.  "Does it interest, good man?"

The customer stroked his clean-shaven chin, running his eyes up and down the
wares that the turbaned man offered before carefully reaching out a finger
to touch the silky grey-black skin of the figure before him.

"This is true stock?  No manipulations of form?" the customer inquired in a
noncommittal tone, running his fingers over the female's stomach and
concealing his interest as he examined the body that was not quite like
anything he had seen before.

"A true drow elf." spoke the salesman, giving the customer a
mock-scandalized look at the suggestion that he would offer anything that
had been tampered with so crassly.  "Captured from another plane by our
slave expeditions at great risk of life and limb.  They are aggressive in
their natural state, and would you believe, good man, that these savages
think women should rule society?" The salesman clicked his tongue, then
exchanged soft, disbelieving chuckles with his customer before they returned
their gaze to the inert drow's body.  "This toy has also posed greater
challenges to our experts in programming than most, but you will find that
their job has been done blamelessly.  A priceless specimen, of course, but
we are selling it for a bargain!"

"A bargain, you say." answered the customer, raising one eyebrow.  "What can
it do?"

"Ahhh, good man... all three sheaths will serve to the highest degree you
could desire.  Tight.  Warm.  Flexible." he ran his fingertip over the
drow's lush grey lips.  "And more.  If you are the sort to prefer a toy who
is not so inert, it can be awakened as you wish.  Fully obedient, of
course." The salesman reached to the collar that was the only thing which
the drow wore, and slowly turned a dial cleverly disguised as a jeweled
bauble.  Crimson eyes slowly opened beneath a mesh of dense white eyelashes,
the female's expression totally blank, her gaze downcast.

"Yes, sir?" she murmured, just loud enough to be heard in her rich,
strangely melodic voice.

"Show this good man what value you have, toy.  Turn and do a nice dance for
us." the man in the turban spoke with pride in a softly commanding tone. 
"You will see that it has been impeccably programmed." he added to the man
in the toga, who watched quietly.

The toy turned gracefully and bent slightly forward, gyrating her hips so
that her curved rump traced circles in the air, her nimble fingers rising to
cup her smallish breasts as she let out a soft, melodic hum of pleasure,
massaging her chest rhythmically as she moved.  She had the grace and
fluidity of the finest exotic dancer, each movement made with care, sensual
and erotic as she hinted at what pleasure her body could bring.

The customer stroked his chin slowly, keeping his noncommittal expression as
he watched the drow and the salesman watched the customer.

"It does seem well programmed." the customer admitted, "But what else can it
do?  I have little need for something that is no more than an exotic
dancing-girl."

"Ah, but good man, there is so much else it can do!  We have been quite
thorough, of course.  Do be aware that we have only programmed it to do
things for the pleasure of its owner, however.  It is a toy only, not a
tool--that would be a waste of such a fine specimen." The man in the turban
clapped his hands softly once more, then gestured to the toy.  "Show your
sheathes, toy."

The drow turned first to face the two men, placing a finger in her mouth and
sucking it as if she were giving it a lush, sensual fellatio, her lips
puckering around it as her tongue wriggled out, the finger drawn out slowly
as she opened her mouth just enough to show the nimbleness of her greyish
tongue to the prospective buyer.  The man in the crimson toga watched
quietly, stroking his chin, while the toy once more turned and bent with
unhurried movements, her dusky form leaning so far forward that she needed
to support herself carefully with one hand, her opal-white hair shimmering
as it cascaded down, baring her elegantly pointed ears.  Slender fingers
slid over her hairless mound to part her grey labia, displaying her soft,
warm cunt so that the customer could see it was greyish even inside, like
her tongue.  Moving her hands again, she parted her buttocks and flexed her
puckered anus for him, showing how tight and well-controlled it was. 
Finally, she rose to her feet, standing at attention once more.

"The buyer can specify whether he prefers it to stand or kneel when awaiting
orders, and the programming will be adjusted accordingly." promised the
salesman, smiling.

"What of maintenance?" inquired the customer, running his fingers over the
toy's body once more, drawing a soft, inviting moan from her now that she
was in active mode.

The salesman rubbed his hands together, an eager gleam in his eye.  "Oh, it
couldn't be simpler, good man.  The owner need only fuel the toy with our
special elixir twice a day, wash it as he sees fit, and apply a catheter
once daily.  The toy cannot urinate on its own, and with our special
formula, it need not defecate at all.  There is no need to be concerned with
it soiling inappropriately.  It never speaks unless requested, and if you
wish to silence its response sounds when in active mode, it may be muted, as
well."

"I am still not convinced that it offers the features that I seek." said the
customer.

"Ahh, good man, shall I go on about this toy's features?  It has been
programmed with the techniques of the Ijamma Suda, the Book of Nasammar and
the ancient scrolls of the hedonists of Zar.  It knows the whip-dances of
the Kha'udmites for an owner so inclined, and the Ahlrahman Pleasure-Pain
trances.  Being naturally adept to magic, even the passion-spells of
Shadamiira and the rituals of Sharth are within its repertoire.  Everything
it feels is real, good man, we have removed its will, and allowed it to have
boosted receptivity to pleasure or pain only if the owner commands, but its
senses are otherwise untouched--whether it expresses them or not is up to
you.  I would love to show you more, but I am afraid that we cannot offer
samples of our toys' more intimate services, good man.  It damages the sale
value when they have been used.  It is, however, permissible to give a
demonstration with one of our training devices."

Totally inert, though alert, the drow stood waiting, only the faintest flow
of air indicating that she even breathed.  The customer shook his head
slightly, then asked, "Is there anything else you have not yet mentioned?"

The salesman shrugged his shoulders.  "The toy comes with a full manual that
you may peruse at your leisure should you choose to purchase, good man.  You
are no doubt aware of the statutes that are in place regulating slave
breeding.  We cannot sell a fertile pleasure-slave to anyone but a licensed
breeder--this applies for our specialty toys as well.  So this toy would be
altered accordingly unless you can provide us with the needed
documentation." The turbaned man stroked his long wisp of beard and smiled
apologetically, then added, "I trust you would not object.  Do not fear,
good man, all of its hormones will remain flowing as expected, and our
techniques leave no external scarring."

The customer nodded dismissively, as if being told something he was already
well aware of, then pursed his lips, reaching out to run his fingers over
the drow's bare skin once more, drawing a slight moan from her once again. 
"Mute." he commanded, and no more sound escaped the toy's lips as he
continued to test the feel of her skin and hair, running his fingers down to
touch her labia and her anus while the shopkeeper kept close watch that the
other man did not attempt to take it further.

"You mentioned a bargain.  The price?" the customer inquired with a slight
smile, turning away from the toy to focus fully on the turbaned man once
more.

"Ahh, good man, as I have said, this toy is a very rare and special
specimen, and programmed to exacting and expansive standards." the
shopkeeper led in before stating, "Two ginnels mithril."

"One and a half ginnels mithril and one platinum." the customer countered,
raising an eyebrow.

"One and a half mithril and four platinum." the shopkeeper replied, tugging
his beard.

"One and a half mithril, two platinum."

"One and a half mithril, three platinum.  Final offer.  This is a very
special toy." the shopkeeper frowned slightly, stroking his beard.

"Done.  My agent will come tomorrow morning." replied the customer,
adjusting his toga and giving the shopkeeper and his wares a smug smile.

"Excellent, good man!  You will not regret it." the shopkeeper clapped his
hands, grinning just as smugly.

Before the two men left the room, the turbaned salesman reached over to the
toy's collar, turning the jeweled knob once again.  The drow's lushly-lashed
eyes closed slowly, as if in sleep, and she stood inert and unfeeling, the
wait until tomorrow but a blink of an eye behind her charcoal-black eyelids.

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