August 2013 - France

The shop was stocked to the brim with balls of yarn, every colour under the rainbow was present, but their prices were extortionate, all to keep the guise of a mild-mannered unsuspecting sewing shop, one which hid a deep dark secret.
One which Hex knew about and so was stood beside the counter, waiting for someone to come to serve.
When someone did emerge, they were shifty as they were shady, the type of person who you cross the street just to avoid if they were walking towards you.
“Welcome to severed threads, how may we sever you?” the server questioned, clearly uninterested and wanting Hex to leave.
“I’ve been informed that you have some unique wools, ones that I am interested in purchasing.” Hex commented, keeping eye contact with the server. One of his eyes was asleep, stuck in one direction, while the other couldn’t remain still, darting all around its socket.
“Our goods are not cheap, nor as they for the layman.” The server responded in a disregarding tone.

Hex took out a stack of bills from his jacket, placing them onto the counter with the top note showing itself to be 100 euros. If that was the top note, how many more were in that stack.
“As you can see, I am not after “cheap”.” Hex commented, getting tired of the games.
The server now knew the game and invite Hex to the back of the shop.

They descended stairs, reaching the real “show room”, a room with many women of different species and ages chained to the wall with prices written above.
“What do you desire? We have women for every possible want. House slaves, field slaves, sex slaves, food, whatever you want, we can get.” The server grovelled as they both walked through the room.
As Hex walked by, nothing caught his eye, not until he saw the clashing bands of Felka’s stripes.
The server noticed Hex’s interest in Felka and tried to move him along “Oh, no no no, you don’t want that one, it’s broken.” The server commented, while trying to drag Hex along.
“I will decide if I do not want something, not you.” Hex growled back as he knelt down before Felka who was sat naked like all of the others, holding onto her legs.
As Felka opened her eyes and looked at Hex, he was struck by her icy blue eyes, almost piercing.

Hex looked back to the server “You said she was broken, how so?” Hex inquired.
“Mute. Cannot say a word.” The server responded. “Anything else about her?” Hex continued.
“Called Felka, new arrival, virgin, 18 years, imported from CAR.” The server listed off as Hex returned his view to Felka.
Hex placed his hands on Felka’s knees, slowly siding them apart, forcing her to open up her legs, exposing her petite breasts and crotch.
“See, little breast, little meat, no talk, no one wants to buy.” The server continued to insult as Hex bent his head down to smell Felka’s crotch.
Felka looked down hesitant but did not move, not until Hex’s tongue slid into of her. Felka slide back slightly, spreading her legs wider.
“You taste as beautiful as you look.” Hex commented, licking his lips clean.

“You can try before you buy. I won’t even charge you the virgin fee for this broken one.” The server commented.
The curtain was pulled around the area where Felka was chained up, Hex saw no reason to delay as he began to rub Felka’s crotch, teasing her labia and dancing his fingers around around her clit, all and any stimulation to make her wet and ready.
For it was little time before Hex too was completely naked and grinding his member against Felka’s crotch, sliding his tip and shaft between her lips and across her clit.
Felka grit her teeth as Hex penetrated her, but it wasn’t long before her magnetic eyes once again caught Hex’s attention, they were almost mesmerising, they were calming, soothing the fires of lust within his soul.
Hex was normally one to thrust and pound quickly, anything to get the deed done quicker and get his partner impregnated quicker, but he didn’t feel that need right now. He wanted to give Felka a first time to remember, to remember for good reasons, as he ground against her and stroked her lovingly, using his years of sexual experience for her pleasure.

When the server returned, he opened up the curtain and saw Hex knotted with Felka, having already came inside of her and made her orgasm too, an explanation for all of the fluids around them both.
“Do you like her? If not, I will discount her to meat seller.” The server commented after having gotten Hex’s attention again.
Hex looked up at the price beside Felka’s name, seeing ‘100’ listed at the price.
“What is the hundred for? One hundred grand?” Hex questioned, seeing the servers face almost having a stroke trying to contain the laughter. “One hundred grand for that?” the server questioned, with great derision, almost actively laughing in Felka’s face.
“One hundred euros and the runt is yours.” The server spoke, almost not able to finish before Hex had taken a hundred note from his jacket.
The key was tossed to the floor beside Hex as the note left his hand “It’s your problem now. Leave through the back when you’re ready.
When the knot was deflated, Felka’s collar and chain were unlocked and she was free to stand up once again. Although in doing so, her legs were quickly reduced to jelly with the mixture of their fluids running down the inside of her thighs.

Back at the hotel room, Felka lied on the bed on her stomach, cuddling into the soft pillow as she looked at Hex, it didn’t matter if she could speak or not, her eyes spoke plenty enough.
“Tell me, Felka, do you like children?” Hex inquired, looking over his newspaper at her.
Felka sat upwards slightly, nodding with her head “Well, with any hope you will be having ours soon. How does that sound? Your own child to love and cherish.” Hex continued.
Felka responded with the sigh language she was taught, clearly seeing Hex’s confused expression, Felka took her hands and made a love heart with her fingers before placing the heart above her crotch.
Such a simple action gave Hex a warm feeling inside, it felt rewarding to once again have a woman who respected and willingly accepted Hex’s gift of motherhood, she was going to make a beautiful mother, another to add to his collection, one whose new life he would bankroll until she could make it herself.