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                              Free Market

                       M/F bd ds toys reluc ScFi

(C) 2009 Rachel Gumm.  You may freely distribute this story digitally,
but only in full, crediting me as the author.  Please send feedback
to me at cheapslave@googlemail.com - it makes writing these worthwhile.
My homepage at http://erotica.writerpilot.com/authors/view/rachel-gumm
has all my stories available for download.





The sky was a vibrant, clear blue, even from behind Jane's sunglasses.
Bright green trees gently swayed back and forth in the light breeze
as she made her way down the road.  Although she was still technically
in London, it was the kind of suburban street she couldn't even dream
of being able to live in, far away from the chain stores.

She was glad it was finally the weekend.  For just over forty-eight
hours she was Jane again, a free woman, not employee number two
hundred and fifty-six, a nameless whore behind bars.

She looked at all the door numbers as she walked past them: nine,
eleven, thirteen.  At thirteen, she walked up to the door.  She
looked at the names next to the intercom on the wall, then back at
the name on the piece of paper that one client had given her on his
last visit.  She double checked and triple checked that they were
definitely the same.  They were.  Her heart pounding in her chest,
she pressed the button.

"Hello?" asked a voice through the intercom.  It was a man's voice,
and judging by the accent, he sounded well educated.

"Hi.  My name's Jane.  I have an appointment."  She sounded more
nervous than she'd intended to.

"Please, come up," enthused the voice.  The door clicked open, and
Jane crept inside.



"How did you hear about me?" asked the man Jane had spoken to on the
intercom, a respectable looking man in his late thirties.  He had a
full beard which was already starting to get a few white hairs, and
wore oldfashioned glasses.  He sat down in front of her, motioning
for her to do the same.

Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office.  The
walls were painted beige, the floor carpeted.  A few tasteful pictures
hung on the walls, and there was a large potted plant in the corner.
She could hear classical music being played from a speaker she
couldn't see.  She couldn't name any such music, but the violins
played melodies together that seemed pleasant enough.

She sat down on a leather seat that creaked as she shifted her weight.
It didn't feel very comfortable compared to the soft old sofas she
was used to, but she didn't want to say anything negative.  "From a
client.  He said he'd set up an appointment for me, and he'd even
pay, I just needed to turn up here at this exact time."

"You know this man's name?" the man asked, his tone of voice soft
and reassuring.

Jane shook her head.

"Well, you're right.  I don't know how you managed to make such an
impression on him, but he has indeed offered to pay for this procedure.
All I need from you is your consent and an hour or two of your time.
Do you have any questions?"

"What does it actually...  involve?" she asked.

The man smiled, revealing wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.  "Don't
worry, it doesn't hurt at all, if that's what you're thinking.  We
just need to perform an analysis of your specific belt, then make a
matching key.  It's not at all intrusive to your body or anything
like that.  You just gain the ability to take your belt off in the
normal way you already do whenever you pay for sex.  I'm assuming
you've indulged in such services?"

She nodded slightly, looking down at the fuzzy carpet.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, let me assure you!  Many people get
sexual urges, and although it's somewhat rarer in women, it's certainly
not unheard of.  I've performed this procedure many times before,
so there's no risk involved.  The only thing that might seem a bit
odd at first is that I need you to be asleep for the procedure, as
all the uncomfortable shifting a nervous person invariably does makes
it harder for the machine to analyse the belt."

"The last thing I feel like doing now is sleeping."

"Don't worry, I have a pill for that.  As I say, your body won't be
violated or harmed at all.  The pill's just to stop you from hindering
the equipment in any way.  It makes the process much quicker."

"OK."  Jane wasn't sure if she understood exactly what he was saying,
but she felt naive enough as it was without asking stupid questions.

"Please, come this way," said the man.

They both stood up, and she followed him into the next room, where
there was what looked like a hospital bed with a large electronic
machine looming above it.  The machine was attached via leads to
several computer screens on a desk.  It looked intimidating.

"Please, take a seat."

"On here?" she asked, gesturing at the bed.

"That's right," said the man, fetching a cup of water from the cooler
in the corner of the room.  "The pill works quite quickly, and it's
easier if I don't have to carry you once you fall asleep.  Here you
go."  He stretched his arms out, offering her a plastic cup of water
in one hand and a small, light pink pill in the other.

"Thanks," she said, accepting them.

"Before you take that," suggested the man, "just think for a second
about what you're doing.  I've never had any complaints from any of
my customers, and as I say, there's no risk involved, at least not
in the procedure itself.  But you must understand this isn't exactly
something I advertise in the newspapers.  If you ever get caught
without your belt on, you can go to jail, or worse.  Please, just
take a moment to think about that.  I won't mind at all if you change
your mind.  You can walk out of here right now, a free woman, and
never have to worry about getting caught without your belt."

"Thanks," said Jane, "but I'm sure.  I wouldn't have come here if I
hadn't already given it a lot of thought.  I hardly even slept last
night."  She rubbed her eyes.  "The truth is, if I can't do what I
want with my own body, it's not really freedom anyway.  As you pointed
out, these are natural urges.  I'm sick of having to pay every time
I just want to...  you know."

"Have sex?" offered the man.

"I meant pleasuring yourself, but yes, that too."

The man smiled an approving smile, not in a perverted way, just in
comradeship.

She swallowed the pill, washing it down with a mouthful of water.

The man took the cup from her and set it down on the desk.  "Just
give it a few seconds to kick in.  Please, lie down."

Jane made herself comfortable on the bed.  It felt good to lie down
again after the previous night.

After an uncomfortable silence, he added, "So I hear you're going
to marry this man.  Quite a bold step for someone you don't really
know."

"It's the only way I could afford this," she said, gesturing at the
machine looming ominously above her.  "I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Still, committing yourself to spending the rest of your life with
this man.  I just hope you know what you're doing.  I'd hate to think
you didn't know what you were getting yourself into."

It began to sound less like he was just making conversation to pass
the time, and more like a subtle warning, or perhaps a threat.  "What
do you mean?" asked Jane, but it was too late.  She didn't hear the
reply.  Instead, she felt the warm embrace of long sought after
peace.

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