A Fine Toy by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Sept. 11, 2009 ====== 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 ====== "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. ======