Chapter 8
Morgan buttoned up her shirt and wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Thanks. That was great,” Eddie said, catching his breath zipping up his pants.
“Don’t mention it,” replied Morgan “I like blowing boys like you. I gotta go. I got third period geometry.”
“I’ll catch you later then?” asked Eddie anticipating a response.
Morgan just gave a back-handed wave as she walked away. She really didn’t care about him. She just wanted to give him a blowjob and taste his cum.
She appeared to be the alpha bitch in control of the situation. But in reality, at the tender age of 18 she was really looking for a guy that would grab the back of her head and force his load down her throat.
Ever since she could remember she had an appetite for sex and she masturbated at least once a day. One day she was looking at a porn site and stumbled upon some bondage pictures. At first, she turned away, appalled at what she saw.
“Why would anyone allow themselves to be chained to a wall?” she thought.
She turned the computer off and went to bed. As she lay there, she couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures she had seen so the next morning she looked at them again. Within a few months, she was tying herself up in self-bondage.
Now she was fresh out of high school and working at a fast-food restaurant. It was there that she met Thomas. They had a lot in common. Movies, music, work ethic, attitude toward life, and sex. They both had a healthy attitude about sex and loved to fuck as often as they could. They also shared their sexual desires and fetishes. Unfortunately for Morgan, that didn’t include BDSM.
However, Thomas loved Morgan and she was smoking hot. She was 5’2” with a nice body and weighed 96 pounds. She planned on getting breast implants someday. She wanted a pair of huge knockers but Thomas liked her small but pert B-cups.
Since he was head over heels for her, he was all too happy to do to her whatever she wanted. One day, as they were walking through the mall, they stopped in a pet store. Morgan stopped by a large dog cage and pointed at it.
“I want one of those,” she said.
“We don’t even have a dog,” Thomas said.
“It’s for me, silly,” she replied, giggling.
Over the next year, Morgan and Thomas would play out many bondage scenes. Sometimes their play would last for hours and other times for a few days. He was more than happy to indulge her fantasies but she wanted more. Thomas would spank her, cane her, mummify her in duct tape, roped her into sometimes heavily contorted positions. He would do whatever she wanted. Sometimes it was a little too physical but despite that, she loves every minute of it. The problem was that Morgan was ultimately in control. She told him what she wanted him to do. She wanted to be the one being told.
She loved the pain and submission. She was very happy being with Thomas. She just wished he enjoyed BDSM as much as her.
Thomas was a computer geek and a hacker. However, he never did anything illegal. He just liked playing around as a hobby. One day he was on the dark web and stumbled on the name Premium Playthings. He thought it might be a cool video game so he did some more research on it only to find that it was a company that made real sex dolls. This intrigued him so he did some more digging. Eventually he found out all about the company and what they created. Morgan was into this sort of thing and thought she might be interested in it so he showed her what he found.
When Morgan saw it, she wished she could be one of those sex dolls. Unable to say no. No way to escape. Just totally at the mercy and control of someone else.
It only took a short time for Morgan to convince Thomas to contact them.
“I want to do that,” she said.
“I know you like that stuff but that is a venture into the unknown,” he replied.
“I know. That’s another reason why I like it. We got a good thing going here and you know I love you but want a 24/7 BDSM relationship,” said Morgan.
“Yeah but…” Thomas said.
“We need money,” Morgan said. “You could talk to them about buying me. That way I could get to be a 24/7 slave and you could get some money.”
Thomas replied, trying to sum up. “Are you saying you want me to sell you to them?”
“Exactly!” She said with a spark in her eye.
The two discussed it for a couple of weeks and she finally convinced Thomas to email them.
Hello,
My name is Thomas Peterson.
I know what kind of products you make and I would like to sell my girlfriend. This was her idea as I am not into this sort of thing and she is. I look forward to hearing back from you.
My email address is thomasp4452@xxxxxx.com and my phone is 555-867-5309. Thank you.
A couple of days later he got a response.
Hello Thomas. Thank you for your interest in expanding our Premium Playthings inventory. Please visit our internet portal. Please upload photos of the subject nude from all angles including close ups of her face, vagina, anus, and breasts and nipples. Also, please complete form C.
Thank you
Gunner Beck
Thomas showed Morgan the email. “Premium Playthings inventory,” she said with glee. “That’s what I want to be. I want to be nothing more than inventory. I’m going to take a shower before we take those pictures.”
Thomas didn’t want to lose her. She was a lot of fun and a great companion but if this was ultimately going to make her happy, then he was ok with that. He also wondered how much money he could get for her. Later that afternoon, they took all the pictures and filled out all her stats on the web page. Some of the items were her name: Morgan White, age: 19, height: 5’2”, weight: 96 lbs., measurements: bust: 33”, waist: 24”, hips: 32”.
After Gunner reviewed Morgan’s information, he passed it on to the research department. It had only happened two times before that they got a willing donor. If these people were law enforcement, he would be out of business and in prison. The research department had a team of 25 men and women whose job was to thoroughly security check all the new clients (buyers). They were also tasked with finding out as much information as they could about the donors to make sure that Nick and Jake were not walking into a trap.
When Gunner got the full report back, it appeared that Morgan and Thomas were on the level. He knew they were not the typical type of people he worked with. Most of his clients were worth at least 20 million dollars.
He had a female client in New York who was wanting a male sex doll from a donor in Knoxville, Tennessee. After thinking for a moment, Gunner devised a plan and he decided to call and make them an offer. He wanted to interview them and talk about money and timing.
“Hi Thomas, my name is Gunner. I’m the owner of Premium Playthings. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you doing?” Thomas said.
“Good,” replied Gunner, getting right down to business. “So, you’re looking to sell your girlfriend Morgan. Is that right?”
“Yes,” said Thomas.
“Is Morgan there? Can I speak with her?” asked Gunner.
Thomas put the phone on speaker and sat it on the coffee table.
“Yeah. I’m here,” Morgan chimed in.
The three of them talked for about twenty minutes. Once he was convinced of their sincerity, he made them an offer.
“Thomas, I will pay you $15,000 for Morgan. How does that sound?”
Morgan and Thomas looked at one another. Silently they had both hoped for more money. Thomas was hoping for more money to invest and Morgan simply thought she was worth a lot more than that. What they didn’t know was that Gunner could not afford to have these two people walking around knowing what they know if they decided to back out of the deal. Regardless of how this goes down, they will both be taken. Morgan would become inventory and ultimately turned into a product for some lucky client and Thomas would be sold for about $40,000 to some white slavers in the middle east.
“That sounds good,” Thomas said, as Morgan nodded yes. “We are both good with that.”
“Morgan? I see that you have a bit of a dominant side and you are skilled at getting men to do things for you. Is that right?” asked Gunner.
“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty good at that,” Morgan said, smiling at Thomas.
“I have a proposition for you,” Gunner said, sparking Thomas’ and Morgan’s interest. “We need to pick up a man for a new client. If you would be willing to help our outside men capture him, I will pay Thomas an extra $5,000.”
They both smiled. “That sounds great,” replied Thomas.
“Yeah. Cool.” Added Morgan.
They talked a few more minutes and wrapped up a few more details.
“Thomas, the money will be wired to a Swiss bank account in your name as soon as Morgan is with the Premium Playthings outside men,” said Gunner. “The meeting will take place at the Asheville Botanical Garden near the covered bridge three weeks from tomorrow at 10:00am. Any questions?”
“Would it be possible for me to see Morgan at some point in the future?” Thomas asked. “I just would like to know that she will be alright.”
“I’m sorry,” Gunner replied “That won’t be possible.”
“Oh. Ok,” said Thomas. “You got anything?” asking Morgan.
“No. I’m good,” replied Morgan.
“Ok goodbye,” said Gunner.
As the day grew near, Thomas’ mood was bitter sweet. He had grown to love Morgan this past year and didn’t want to see her go, but he knew she wanted more from life than he could give her. He was, however, looking forward to having $20,000 at his disposal. He was already planning his investment strategy.
Amber felt the same for Thomas. But her desire to push the boundaries of her own desires and needs overshadowed her feelings for him. This was something that she felt she had to do.
It was a warm Tuesday morning in late spring. Morgan and Thomas woke up early in anticipation of this day. Morgan had packed a duffle bag of a few things. After they each had a shower and brushed their teeth, they decided to go out for an early breakfast. It was Morgan’s favorite meal of the day and Thomas wanted to eat one last good meal with his girlfriend.
Thomas was sad that this would be the last day he would see her. Morgan was more nervous than him but she put on a brave face for Thomas. She didn’t know what to expect and had no idea where she would be by the end of the day.
After breakfast, they went to the park. They arrived at 8:00am. They wanted to get there early so they could take a long walk and say their goodbyes.
The time was 9:55am when they stopped at the covered bridge. A few minutes later, two men walked onto the bridge and stood beside Morgan and Thomas at the railing.
“Hello Morgan,” one man said.
“Hello,” she replied nervously. Her heart jumped a bit. This is really happening.
“My name is Jake and this is Nick. You must be Thomas,” Jake said, turning to Thomas.
Nick jumped in. “I don’t mean to rush but we need to get going.”
“Ok,” said Morgan as she held Thomas’ hand.
Nick and Jake took a few steps back to admire the foliage and give Thomas and Morgan a moment of privacy.
“Thank you so much for the past year,” Morgan said to Thomas quietly as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Thank you for your love and kindness. Thank you for doing things to me I know you didn’t want to do. You turned out to be my best friend and the best companion anyone could ever ask for. You have sacrificed so much for me. And for that I love you and I always will. I love you so very much. But hey. You got $20,000 out of it,” she said with a smile trying to lighten the mood.
“I love you too,” said teary eyed Thomas. “I never thought that I would fall in love until you came along. Under that gorgeous exterior and that kinky side, you are a warm and loving woman. You have taught me so many things about life. Thank you for coming into my life. I hope we will meet again,” Thomas paused looking deep into her eyes. “You know I worry about you,” he said, wiping the tears from her cheeks with this finger.
“I know,” she said softly. “But I’ll be ok. I promise.”
“Aaaccchhemmmm,” Jake cleared his throat as a signal that they needed to get moving.
“Well, I gotta go now,” said Morgan, wrapping up.
Morgan’s hand separated from Thomas’ as she started walking backward looking at him. Their eyes full of tears locked on each other as she stepped back to Nick and Jake. As she started to walk away with them, Thomas raised his voice.
“I love you,” he said
Morgan turned and ran back into his arms giving him a big hug.
“I love you too,” she whispered in his ear.
She let go of him and ran back to Nick and Jake. As they walked away, Morgan turned to him and smiled and waved. Thomas stood there on the bridge watching as they disappeared around the bend of the path.
Morgan was gone.
Thomas walked slowly back to his car. He obviously had a lot on his mind and needed some time to think. After he got in, his phone rang. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Gunner. He thought he must be calling to confirm the money transfer. But right now, the last thing on his mind was money.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Hello Thomas,” Gunner said. “I just got word that Morgan is with Nick and Jake.”
“Yeah. About fifteen minutes ago,” Thomas said subdued.
“During our last conversation, you asked about seeing Morgan again and it got me thinking. I was reading your profile the other day,” Gunner continued. “And I see that you are a computer guy and that you are good at hacking. Is that right?”
“Yeah. I guess so,” Thomas said wondering where this conversation was headed.
Gunner continued. “And you obviously are good at navigating the dark web since you found me. I would like to offer you a job.”
“What?” Thomas said in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“I need another person in the research department,” Gunner said. “I need people like yourself who can get information on anyone in the world quickly and efficiently. Basically, you would be doing research on possible clients and donors to find out everything about them. It’s important that we check out everyone who has contact with Premium Playthings. One slip up and we all go to prison.”
“What are donors?” asked Thomas.
A donor is a person that will be turned into a product. Let me give you an example,” Gunner continued. “Let’s say that a client wanted a sex doll and he saw Morgan working in a store. She would be considered a ‘subject’ by us. We would do research on her. That might be your job if you accept my offer. Then we would send out a team to track her for about three weeks getting to know her routine. After the team was sure of their safety, they would acquire her.
“After she is picked up, she is considered a ‘donor’ and delivered here to Premium Playthings. A body donor if you will. At some point in the conversion process, she would be considered a ‘product’. When the conversion process is completed and the product has been tested, the product will be shipped to the client. Sometimes, we pick the donor ourselves so we have some inventory for the client to choose from. Since Morgan has not yet been picked by a client, she is currently considered ‘inventory’ and will be taken to our warehouse. She will become a donor after a client purchases her.”
“Oh. I see,” Thomas replied. “What about money?”
“We can talk about that later. However, I will say that I pay my people very well. I am paying them for their talent, their loyalty, and their silence. Currently, we have 95 people working here. I’ve never had a single person quit or get fired. As far as the twenty grand, that should be in your bank account by now, that is yours to keep. Think of it as a sign on bonus. What do you think?”
“Can I have some time to think it over?” asked Thomas.
“No thinking,” Gunner said quickly. “This is an opportunity to work with some great people and make a lot of money. Take it or leave it.”
“Ok,” Thomas said with a smile. “I’m in. When do I start?”
“One week. I’ll text you the address,” Gunner replied.
Back in Gunner’s office, he hung up the phone, thought for a few seconds, then dialed another number.
“Hi,” Gunner said. “You got him in sight? Ok. He agreed to join our team. Yeah. Don’t pick him up. But keep an eye on him, Ok? Alright. Goodbye.”
Gunner already had a team following Thomas. If he would have not agreed to work for Gunner at Premium Playthings, he would have been taken that afternoon. Also, Gunner would have taken back that $20,000.