The Newest Slave

The Newest Slave

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

This was turning out to be her favorite place to shop.  The quality of the merchandise was superb and she had been very pleased with her previous purchase.  That wasn’t always the case when she bought high value items.  It was not uncommon for her to select a new car, only to change her mind shortly after it was delivered.  She had moved her family twice because the homes she selected turned out to be disappointing once they moved in.  And she had an entire jewelry case of valuable gems set in pendants, bracelets and earrings that she hardly ever wore.  They had looked like good ideas at the time of purchase but she became disillusioned with them once she got them home.

That wasn’t the case with the last item she purchased here.  It had been about a year ago when she made that transaction and she was still delighted with the object.  In fact, the whole family was.  She and her husband had bought the item for their children.  She had a teenage son and a teenage daughter.  They loved playing with their new toy.  But the parents loved playing with the new toy too.  That’s what brought her back to this market.  She decided that the family needed two.

But she was going to try to purchase one in the aftermarket this time.  The last one was brand new and took some getting used to.  She assumed that a previously owned one would result in an easier start-up period.

She looked down the row of merchandise that had been neatly arranged.  She had already walked down the aisle to get an overview of the items for sale and to see if any of them jumped out at her as the one she had to buy.  But that did not help at all.  Each of them looked perfect.  She thought she could buy any one of them and be happy with her decision.

The naked women were aligned in a row.  Each had her ankles shackled and attached to rings in the floor with their feet about shoulder width apart.  Their wrists were cuffed and drawn over their heads, attached to hooks that hung from the ceiling.  And there was room to walk between them and behind them so that they could be fully inspected.

There were thirty naked female forms in the large room.  They had all been kidnapped at some point in their lives and sold into slavery.  For one reason or other, they were being resold.  For some of them, their owners had died.  Others had failed to please their owners.  Still others were being sold because an owner got married and the new spouse did not want to have to compete with a slave for time and attention.  And then there were the owners who had fallen on hard times and were disposing of a valuable asset to generate cash.

Each of the beauties was to be sold at auction that afternoon.  This was the viewing and inspection time and Angela was there as soon as the doors opened.  Already, a half dozen other buyers were roaming about the room now, inspecting the goods.

Angela loved to shop.  If she had a vice, that was it.  At least that was one of them.  Ever since her husband convinced her a year ago to come to this Caribbean island, she also had a vice involving slavegirls.  But before that, shopping was her only indulgence.

She came alone on this trip even though they both came last time.  This time, she was shopping for a present for Fathers Day which was coming up soon.  The new slavegirl would be primarily for her and her husband, although she was sure that they would share with the children frequently.

As she gazed down the row of naked bodies, she had no idea how she would decide which one to choose.  They were all beautiful and maybe that meant that she didn’t have to choose.  Maybe she would start bidding as each one was brought to the auction block and just bow out of the bidding if the price got too high.

But that wasn’t right.  She could afford any of them, regardless of the price.  She could buy all of them if she chose.  She and her husband were exceedingly wealthy and money would never be an issue.  She decided that she should choose one ahead of time and then she would keep raising her bid until she won.

She opened the program that she had been given.  There was a page of information on each one.  Body modifications, such as piercings and brandings, were described and, where appropriate, pictures showed what was done.

Two girls had received breast augmentations.  Angela crossed through those pages.  She wanted her girl to be natural.  Lactation through hormones and drugs had been induced in another girl.  She thought it would be nice to have fresh milk, although she thought it would be better to use her husband’s or son’s sperm to start that process.  But she had no idea what she would do with the baby that resulted from that process.  She crossed a line across the lactating girl’s page.

As she walked down the line of naked females, she thought about the girl she already owned.  Kim was nicely curved with beautiful auburn hair.  But her chest was not generously endowed.  Should she find one today who had larger breasts so she could provide her family with a little more of an assortment?  Or should she try to find someone who matched closely with the girl they already owned so that the girls looked more like a set?

And if she was not going to create a matched set, should she try for even more diversity than breast and body shape?  There were some strikingly beautiful black girls bound in the display row.  There were also some Asians and Latinas who were just adorable.

She looked back at her program, convincing herself that she could decide the body type and color later.  It listed birth date, natural hair color, and the normal measurements.  It did not name the previous owner but it did indicate whether it had been a male, female or couple.

The program also described how the previously owned slaves had been used and what kind of training they had received.  She read every word and fact closely.  She crossed her pen across a few more pages when she saw “pain slut” and “toilet slut.”  Then she started down the line of naked girls again.

She had started this process by crossing out ones that did not fit her criteria, even though she really hadn’t developed any kind of coherent criteria.  But despite the lack of objectives, she decided to continue this process of elimination.  It should help her narrow down her focus to a few who she could evaluate more closely.

She stepped in front of one of the girls and looked at her more closely.  She seemed awfully young.  She glanced at the program and saw that Lot Number 3 was only sixteen.  Then she gasped when she saw that she had been a slave for two years already.  The girl was younger than her own daughter!  She couldn’t imagine Jenna being a sex slave at all, let alone being one at fourteen which was when this girl started.

She was very attractive, though, Angela noticed.  She reached up and ran her palms down the arms that were stretched high and then continued to let her hands trail down the girl’s sides, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh.  She lifted each of the girl’s breasts, thinking how full they were for a girl so young.  And the girl’s face was beautiful and was framed with lustrous blonde hair that hung down to her cutely curved bottom cheeks.  She marked her program with a question mark beside number three.  She might be a possibility.

“What is your name, girl?” asked Angela.  She saw the girl’s eyes widen, almost as if in terror and then saw her jaws clench.  It was only then that Angela remembered the gags that this slaver organization used which forced the mouth to close completely with no possibility of being opened.  She also remembered the numbing shots that they gave to the girls’ lips so that they would not be able to change their expressions.  All of the girls in the display had a hint of a smile and none of them moved their lips.

“Never mind,” said Angela as she realized she would not receive an answer.  She stroked her fingers down the teenager’s breast.  “You are a definite possibility.”

As she continued down the line, testing the arousal of the girls, squeezing flesh to see how firm it was, and lifting breasts to weight them, she made a decision.   She wanted a girl with larger breasts than Kim’s.  She thoroughly enjoyed the compact mounds on her current slave but she decided that something larger was called for with their second girl.  She didn’t want a cow, mind you.  She had already crossed a line through several of the lot numbers because their breasts were so large that they reminded her of udders.  Maybe a nice C cup would do nicely for her family.

She stepped up to Lot Number 17.  This one looked nice.  She probably stood five feet two inches and had wonderfully full but not overly large breasts, with only a hint of sag that gave her a delicious form both from the front and in profile.  Angela lifted them and thought that they felt good resting against her splayed fingers.  She bounced them several times before releasing them.

She slid her hands down the girl’s sides to her narrow waist.  The skin was soft and warm but the flesh was firm and muscled.  She was very fit.  The girl watched Angela intently but without any signs of fear or concern or disgust at being handled and inspected the way she was.  Angela assumed that was one of the benefits of buying a previously owned slave.  Kim had been frightened and tentative and jittery when she and John first brought her home.

Lot Number 17 was a redhead and, supposedly was a natural redhead although it could not be determined by looking at her pubic hair.  Her bald pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.  Angela stepped back to get a full look at the girl.  The face was beautiful and she looked to be in her mid twenties.  Just like her abdomen, her thighs and calves were nicely muscled and toned.

She looked back at the program.  This one was twenty seven years old and had been kept as a ponygirl for the past year.  That would explain how fit and toned she was.  At twenty seven, she was slightly older than Angela had suspected but she was still in her prime as a slavegirl.  After all, Kim was twenty seven also and they adored Kim.

Angela reread all of the information about the girl and then gasped when she saw the date she had originally been sold.  That was the same day they had bought Kim.  Six girls were sold that day.  And if Angela remembered correctly, all six of them had been close friends.  Even her slave serial number which was listed in the program confirmed that she was one of the six girls sold on that day.  The redhead’s number was 0913CF while their own girl’s number was 0911CF.

That meant that Lot Number 17 and Kim knew each other.  Would it be a good idea or a bad idea to have two slaves who knew each other so well before becoming enslaved?  She would have to think about that.

She finally moved on but not until she inked a star next to Lot Number 17 in her program.  This one was a definite possibility.

She continued to wander along the row of merchandise, thoroughly inspecting each object that she had not already ruled out.  After two hours, she had narrowed it down to three possibilities:  the teenager, another blonde who was twenty, and the redhead.  She went back to inspect each of the three again.  She finally prioritized them n her mind and then left the inspection hall to get a bite to eat before the auction began.

Chapter 2

Angela was seated at a table with four others as she waited for the auction to begin.  Two were a husband and wife from Canada.  One was a British mistress.  The fourth was a Cuchillan master.  She was the only American.  There were about fifty buyers in the room ready to purchase the thirty pieces of merchandise that were about to be offered.

“Actually, this will be our second girl,” explained Angela in response to a question from the Cuchillan.  “We bought our first girl about a year ago.”

“How nice,” smiled the master.  “Do you plan to keep both of them?”

“Oh yes,” Angela answered quickly.  “We had originally planned on selling Kim once the children went away to school but now I don’t think that we could ever part with her.  Kim is like part of the family now.”

“Was she previously owned also?” asked the Canadian wife.

“No, she was a fresh catch.  They had only kidnapped her the day before we bought her.”

“Wasn’t that difficult?” the wife asked.  “We have often talked about buying one of the new girls but we were afraid it would be too much work.”

“It was some work at first,” agreed Angela.  “It was hard for her to adjust but I supposed that’s to be expected when you are free one day and then owned the next.  But she did adjust and we just adore her.”

“Maybe we should try a fresh one, Bob,” the wife said, turning to her husband.  “I heard that they are collecting some tonight and will be selling them tomorrow.”

“Let’s see if we get the one we selected from this group,” replied Bob.  “If not, we can stay over and get one from tomorrow’s sale.”

“Which one did you select?” asked the British mistress.

The wife laughed.  “Bob likes them young.  He wants the blonde teenager.”

Bob nodded.  “She has a ripe young body that should be lots of fun to play with.”

Each of them shared their first choices.  The master also had his eyes on the young blonde.  The mistress wanted one of the tall, busty blondes that Angela thought looked like a cow.  Angela shared that she was hoping to buy the petite redhead.

The auction began and was conducted much the same way that the auction Angela had attended a year earlier was.  One at a time, the naked girls were brought onto the stage.  The auctioneer would describe the object that was to be sold and would illustrate his points by lifting breasts or twisting nipples or probing a girl’s sex or bottom.  All of this was shown on the gigantic television monitors that were on the walls.  A cane was used on each of the girls to show how well they marked.  And then the bidding began.

The most valuable property turned out to be the young blonde.  Nearly a dozen people started off bidding for her but the field narrowed quickly.  In the end, she was sold for 600,000 British pounds.  Neither the Cuchillan nor the Canadians won the bidding.

Most of the girls sold between 200,000 and 300,000 pounds.  The Cuchillan won his second choice, a dark-skinned girl with large breasts and an ass that Angela found to be unattractively large.  The British mistress won her buxom Amazon and was delighted.

Angela won the bidding for the redhead at the surprisingly low price of 150,000 pounds.  It was surprising because she remembered that none of the six girls who had been sold a year earlier went for less than 300,000 pounds.  That meant that this girl had lost half her value in a year.  Angela had no idea that slaves depreciated in value so drastically.

She reasoned that the price was so low because this crowd of buyers seemed to place a high value on large breasts.  Angela thought her new girl’s breasts were perfect on her small frame but they clearly weren’t udders like some of the other girls had.  Angela was quite pleased with her purchase.

She sat with the other four buyers at her table until the auction ended, although she was dying to go claim her girl.  Once the final bid was accepted on the final girl, she arose with the others and moved to the settlement room.

Three settlement tables were set up today.  There had only been one a year earlier when she had been here last.  But the numbers of bodies being sold into slavery this day was five times as high.  Angela chatted with her Cuchillan and British tablemates as they waited in line.

“What do you have planned for your new girls?” Angela asked them.

“I have stables in England,” replied the mistress.  “Mine will be trained as a ponygirl.”

“Oh, the one I bought today used to be a ponygirl.  You didn’t want her?”

“No,” said the mistress.  “I prefer to train them myself.  Plus, my clients value large breasts.  Your new girl is a little too sleek for their tastes, although I find her quite beautiful myself.”

“Yes, I’m very pleased.  But what do you mean about clients?”

“I operate a club and the stables are part of the club.  Members can stable their own girls there or they can use some of the club’s girls.  My girl will be trained to be a club girl.”

“Oh,” said Angela as she nodded.  “I would like to visit someday.  It sounds fascinating.”

“It is,” agreed the mistress.  “It is quite fascinating and exciting and so erotic.  There is nothing more pleasing than to watch the rump of a running girl as she pulls your cart or watching a naked girl prancing through a dressage event.  You will have to visit.”

“I shall,” smiled Angela who then turned toward the Cuchillan master.  “And what will your girl be used for?”

“I too operate a club,” the master smiled.  “It is located on a large ranch and we do many things.  One of the favorite activities is the hunts.”

Angela gasped.  “You hunt girls?”

“With paintballs mostly,” he replied.  “The hunters get to claim their prey for some period of time after the hunt; usually a week.  It is a quite popular sport.  In fact, I would very much like to bag you someday, should you decide to visit and participate.”

Angela gasped again and blushed.  “You want to what?  Bag me?”

“Yes,” he nodded.  “Perhaps I chose the wrong word.  My English is not so good.  I meant that I would like to shoot you and enslave you; temporarily, of course.”

Angela’s blush deepened.  “That was the correct word.  Do you bag many mistresses?”

“Yes, quite a few,” he offered.  “But only the most beautiful mistresses.  And both of you qualify that way.  I would love to hunt you and have you as my slave.”

“Oh my,” muttered Angela.  She should be insulted, and at some level she was.  But she also felt a little thrill rush through her body at the thought of being hunted and temporarily owned.  They had already exchanged phone numbers.  She wondered if she would end up calling him to take him up on his offer.

Angela was the first of the three to reach the settlement desk.  A frumpy looking secretary sat behind the table, arranging the paperwork from the most recent transaction she had completed.  “Lot number?” asked the secretary.

“Seventeen,” replied Angela.

“Let me just find her here.”  She ran her finger down a page and nodded before swiveling in her chair to look into a file cabinet.  She extracted a file and swiveled back to face Angela.

“Before we get started,” the secretary said, “there are just a few questions.  Currently, your girl is in a holding room.  Do you want to collect her there or have her delivered to your room for the night or simply shipped to your home?”

“Leave her in the holding room,” replied Angela.  “I’ll collect her there.”

“Do you want her gag left in or removed before you get there?”

“Removed.”

“Do you require any special preparation before you collect her?  Shaving?  Piercing?  Enemas?”

“No,” said Angela.  “I think she’s perfect just as she is.”

The secretary smiled and opened the folder that sat on the table before her.  “Oh, you’re right,” she said as she looked at the picture.  “She is perfect.  I remember her too.  We sold her not long ago.”

“Yes,” inserted Angela.  “About a year ago.  She was sold with five of her friends.  I bought one of the friends.

“That’s so nice of you to reunite her with a friend,” the secretary said.

“I bought her because she pleased me and I wanted her.  I didn’t buy her for a reunion.”

“Yes, of course.”  The chastened secretary looked down at the folder and started writing information into blanks on the forms.  The process took about thirty minutes and, as soon as the money had been wired from Angela’s account to the slavers’, she was led into the holding room to claim her new slave.

Eight naked girls were still tethered to posts when Angela walked into the room.  She glanced around and quickly found her newest slave.  She walked over to her and stood in front of her, raising her hand and stroking the girl’s cheek with her fingertips.

“Hello girl,” she said softly.  “You belong to me now.”

Angela was not sure what to expect.  When she said those words to Kim for the first time, Kim had screamed and sworn at her.  She guessed that she would receive the same response from this girl, whose name she didn’t even know but whose dead of ownership was in her purse.  She was surprised by the response she did get, though.

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl replied.  “Thank you for buying me.”  The voice was soft and melodic and lyrical.  It was not drudging or lifeless or frightened like she might have expected of someone who had been a slave for a year already.  She had clearly not been broken.  That was a good thing.

“My name is Angela,” she said, “although you will call me Mistress.  What is your name?”

“I am Alaine, Mistress,” she said, almost musically.

Angela leaned forward and kissed Alaine on the lips.  “Welcome to the family, Alaine.”

Alaine was confused.  She had not been treated harshly by her former owner.  She was not beaten.  She occasionally felt the sting of the whip or a crop but that was only during training or when she was being raced.  She had certainly never been whipped for recreational or entertainment purposes.  But her former mistress had shown her no tenderness at any point.  The only tenderness that she experienced in the past year came from the men and women who she was sometimes loaned to.  A few of them were caring when they took her to their beds.  Now, her new owner was showing tenderness and welcoming her to the family.  She did not know what to think.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she replied.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” Angela went on as she reached up and stroked the outer swells of her new slave’s breasts.  “My husband saw you last year when you were sold and he wanted you then.  He’ll be delighted that we own you now.  And the kids will simply adore you.”

Alaine’s head was spinning at this point.  They saw her sold last year?  And what was all of that about kids?

“You were here when I was sold last time, Mistress?”

“Yes, pet,” said Angela.  She had splayed her fingers and was lifting the girl’s breasts, enjoying the texture and the weight.  This girl was divine.  And she showed no signs of skittishness or discomfort at being fondled so intimately.  “We bought one of your friends then.  We bought Kim.”

Alaine’s eyes brightened at the news.  “Is she still with you?”

Angela gave the firm, warm breasts a squeeze and leaned forward, kissing Alaine again.  “Yes, little one.  We still own Kim.”

“That’s wonderful, Mistress.  I have missed her.”

“I’m sure she has missed you too.  Now, let’s get you released from this post and go arrange transportation.  Then we can go back to my room and talk more.”

Angela unlocked the cuffs from the post.  “Would you be more comfortable if I leashed you?  Or do you want to just walk with me?”

This was unbelievable to Alaine.  She was being given a choice.  And she would be allowed to walk untethered.  In all of the past year, she had never been asked for her opinion.  She never had the opportunity to make a decision.  There were never any choices.  And she was always led by a leash or reins wherever she went.

“I would enjoy walking with you, Mistress,” she responded.

Angela smiled.  “Then let’s go.”  She walked to the door and Alaine followed dutifully.  They went through the door and were met by a large black man.

“One of the birds has returned,” the man said.  “The beautiful redbird.”

Then he turned to Angela.  “Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Cedric.  I run the operation here in the Caribbean.”  He had an island accent; perhaps Jamaican?

“Pleased to meet you, Cedric,” replied Angela.  “I am Angela Dawson.  And this is my new girl, Alaine.”

“Ah yes,” Cedric smiled.  “Beautiful Alaine.  When she was first sold, we had the finest collection imaginable that day.  We have never had a set of merchandise of that quality before and we probably won’t again.”

“Yes, I remember,” nodded Angela.  “They were all so beautiful.  We had a difficult time choosing.”

“Oh, I had forgotten,” said Cedric.  “I knew that you were a repeat customer but I did not remember that you had bought one of the beautiful birds.  May I touch your girl?”

“Please feel free.”

The large black hands reached out and glided smoothly down Alaine’s arms.  He crouched down and repeated the motion on her legs, squeezing the flesh occasionally.  This man clearly had worked with slaves before and knew how to inspect them.

“I occasionally see two of the other birds,” he said as he remained crouched.  His fingers were at Alaine’s sex and he was slowly rubbing her labia which were opened and wet.  “Tempest’s mistress loans her to me from time to time.  She’s delightful.  And Elke sometimes visits with Tempest and their mistress.”

Alain gasped as she heard the names of her friends.  “May I speak, Mistress?”

“Of course, pet.”

This surprised her also.  She was rarely allowed to speak when she was kept as a ponygirl.  The only time she was granted permission was in the bedroom with some of the masters and mistresses who borrowed her for a night.

“How are Elke and Tempest, Master?”

“They are very well,” Cedric replied as he slowly pushed one of his large fingers into Alaine’s sex, causing her to suck in her breath.  “They are both lovely girls and seem to adore their mistress and each other.  They are very happy slavegirls.”

Alaine smiled, “I’m happy to hear that, Master.”  Cedric arose again and then lifted Alaine’s breasts in his beefy hands.  He palpated the flesh and brushed his thumbs over the nipples, seeing them stiffen before releasing them.

“You have made an excellent purchase, Mrs. Dawson,” he said.  “Your new girl remains one of the prime properties that we have ever offered.”

“Thank you,” replied Angela.  “I know we will cherish her.  But why was she so inexpensive?”

Cedric shrugged his shoulders.  “That has me baffled too.  All of today’s auction was a surprise to me and the prices were much lower than we expected.  We have a staff meeting later tonight to try to figure out why.”

“I’m not complaining, mind you,” said Angela.  “I ended up benefiting.  I got a gorgeous new girl at a bargain price.  But I should go arrange transportation.  I’m hoping to take Alaine home tomorrow.”

Cedric sighed.  “I’m afraid you might be delayed.  One of our planes is experiencing mechanical difficulties and we now have a backlog of deliveries.  If you want, you can fly home tomorrow and we will ship your girl later.  Or you can stay here and wait if you want your girl to travel with you.”

“I’ll wait,” said Angela.  “I really want her with me.  She’s too precious.”

Chapter 3

“You surprise me,” said Angela as she let her hands roam freely over Alaine’s body.  Alaine’s wrists had been released as soon as they got back to the room and Alaine was unbound for the first time in a year; no collar, no harness, no cuffs, no bridle, no reins.  Not a single item adorned her naked body.  She was lying in the middle of the bed as Angela fondled and stroked her.

“You seem so comfortable with your slavery,” Angela continued.  “It seems that you do not mind being owned.”

Alaine looked up at her new owner.  “It’s not a matter of minding or not minding, Mistress.  I am owned.  And I would rather live as a slave than die being free or trying to be free.”

Angela nodded as she listened.  She knew about the capsule that was embedded in each of the girls that the slaver organization sold.  But she had no idea how strong the deterrent effects were.  Apparently, they were quite strong.

Each girl who was kidnapped and then sold by this organization received a capsule that was surgically implanted somewhere in the girl’s body.  Even Angela did not know where they were.  Inside one side of the capsule was a GPS locator that would help the organization locate a runaway or stolen slavegirl.  Inside the other half was a lethal poison that could be released to eliminate any girl who might pose a threat to the organization or her owners.

Angela leaned down and sucked the closest nipple into her mouth, pulsing it in and out several times before releasing it.  “You won’t know this for yourself until you have been with us for awhile.  But you will be treated very well by my family.  You will be treated more like a beloved pet than a slave.”

Alaine had been watching as Angela sucked on her nipple and looked into her eyes as she spoke.  “Thank you, Mistress.  I think I will like that.”

Angela returned her lips to the nipple she had just released and sucked it back into her mouth.  She slid her hand across the smooth belly and cupped the girl’s sex, feeling its wet warmth.  Then she released the nipple and started stroking the slick petals with her fingers as she spoke.

“You will be used sexually by everyone in the family but I’m sure it won’t be as often as you have been used over the past year.”

Alaine felt her body responding to the sucking and stroking.  It was not an unwelcome feeling.  In fact, it felt kind of good to have the woman toying with her body and masturbating her.

She would have been abhorred by this attention before she was abducted a year ago.  She was not lesbian.  She was not even bi before she was captured and sold.  Now, however, she actually enjoyed the gentle touch of a woman’s lips and fingers.  But it really didn’t matter wither she enjoyed it or not.  She was owned.  Her mistress would decide what she did.

“Actually, Mistress, I was not used sexually very often; never by my mistress.  Maybe once or twice a month by the people she loaned me to.”

“Really?” remarked a surprised Angela.  “I would have thought she would devour this delicious body any time she could.”

Alaine blushed at the comment.  “She was training me to be a ponygirl.  She did not want sex to distract me from being a champion pony.”

Angela slid a finger into the girl’s sex, feeling it tight and oily around her digit.  She heard Alaine inhale audibly at the insertion and she leaned down to kiss her girl on the lips.

“Your mistress did not know what she was missing.  I could enjoy this delectable body all day long.  I could just gobble you right up.”

Alain felt herself blush again.  She would have thought that being naked for a year, being treated as a pony, and being loaned to people as if she was some inanimate object would have made her immune from embarrassment.  But she was embarrassed by the compliments.

Maybe it was more humiliating to be treated gently when you were a slave than to be treated more harshly or even indifferently.  Whatever it was, her new mistress was coaxing blushes out of her that she didn’t even know existed.

“Why did your mistress sell you?” asked Angela.  Alaine stiffened at the question.  She remembered the day, a week earlier, when she had learned that she was to be sold.  She was shocked and mortified.  She had cried herself to sleep in her stall that night.

“She grew tired of the equestrian life, Mistress.”

“She’s a fool to give you up.  I would have left the pony play behind but kept you.”

“I overheard her talking with someone about that.  The master said the same thing.  But my mistress said that it would be too hard to retrain me into a pleasure slave.”

Angela shook her head in disbelief.  Maybe the other mistress was right that it would be more difficult than training a fresh slave but it was at least worth a try.  She felt an obligation toward Kim and now toward Alaine.  While she might sell them someday, she would at least do her best to help the girls find new homes where they would fit in.

“I guess that’s her loss and my gain,” said Angela.  “Let’s start making up for lost time.  You have been sexually deprived for the past year.”

Angela started stroking her fingers between the wet folds of Alaine’s sex and lowered her face to the beautiful rounded breasts.  Alaine raised her hand to stroke her new owner’s face but Angela caught her wrist and pushed it back down to the bed.  She moved it again with the same result.  Finally, Alaine positioned herself spread eagle on the bed and just watched her mistress feast on her breasts as she felt the fingers lifting her toward an inevitable orgasm.

Angela slipped a second finger into her girl and used her thumb to stroke the clit which was stiffened and quite slippery at this point.  She shifted from breast to breast, sucking and licking and nipping at it.  These breasts were perfect for her perfect girl.  Occasionally, she would shift her lips to the girl’s and kiss her.

This was not mistress/slave sex, she knew.  This was just plain vanilla girl/girl sex.  Angela wasn’t sure how other owners used their girls but this was the way that she and her family used them.  They were sex toys used for recreational fun.  In a way, they were like living inflatable dolls that people buy in adult novelty shops.

Angela paused her lips for a moment.  She ran her eyes down the nude form that was splayed across the bed.  This girl was so much the ideal; soft curves and toned flesh.  There was not a single overstatement to any of her features.  Even her belly button was perfect.  When her eyes got back to the girl’s face, she saw that Alaine was looking at her.

“I’m just admiring my purchase, girl,” Angela said.  “I’m very happy with what I bought.”  Alaine smiled weakly but remained silent.

Angela resumed her efforts and started nibbling the fleshy breasts again as her fingers continued to explore and toy with the girl’s sex.  Soon, she heard the girl moaning and listened to the almost musical sounds.  She turned her head and watched the girl’s belly quivering, showing that she was close.

Angela did not want this to end.  She felt like she was being serenaded by the melodious sounds of her girl whimpering and moaning.  It was lovely.  Her girl was lovely.  This was the best thing she ever bought.

Angela wondered what the girl’s life had been before she was kidnapped and enslaved.  Maybe she was a singer.  She was certainly beautiful enough to be a model.  Maybe that was her career.  She could never ask, though.  She would not want to bring a flood of memories back to the girl.  Maybe Cedric would know.

Angela continued to keep her girl on the edge of orgasm for over an hour.  But eventually, she pushed Alaine over the edge and the girl’s entire body trembled as she let out a groan that was just as musical as her other utterances.

Angela crawled onto the bed and held her girl; her newest slave and prized possession.  She kissed the girl and stroked some stray hairs off her cheek.

Chapter 4

The maintenance problems caused a lot of the buyers and their slaves to have to remain at the facilities longer than expected, Angela and Alaine included.  But Angela was not upset.  It would allow her to spend some quality time with her newest slave.  Plus, the facilities were more like a five star resort than a slave auction block.  The rooms were impeccable and were tastefully furnished.  The service was extraordinary and each of the servers was beautiful.  She learned later that the serving girls were slaves who had been sent to the facility for either training or boarding while their owners were busy.  In a way, the place acted as a sort of kennels for slavegirls.  Plus, there was a beautiful beach and a nice pool.  They could suffer here for a few days if they had to.

That night at dinner, Angela was reunited with her tablemates from earlier in the day.  All three who had bought girls brought them along and they enjoyed their meal together.

“Have you thought any more about my offer?” the Cuchillan asked Angela.

“What offer was that, Ricardo?”

“To participate in one of my hunts,” he replied.

Angela laughed lightly.  “Ricardo, you just want to capture me and fuck me.”

Ricardo smiled and turned his palms skyward.  “Is there something wrong with wanting that?  You would be a beautiful slavegirl, even if only for a short period of time.”

“I have to say that I agree with Ricardo,” interjected Fiona, the British mistress.  “You would be a priceless slavegirl.”

“For what it’s worth,” offered Fanny, the female half of the Canadian couple, “I agree with Ricardo.  You would be a beautiful slave.  I know that we would be in the bidding if you were on the block.”

“You are all incorrigible,” said Angela.  “I’m way too old to be a desired slave.”

“How old are you, Angela?” asked Ricardo.  “Thirty one?  Thirty two?”

Angela laughed again.  “Try thirty seven.  I have two teenage children for god sake.  Now let’s find another topic that makes more sense.”

Ricardo reached over and placed his hand over Angela’s.  “That is the perfect age to be enslaved.  You are mature enough to enjoy it and young enough to be adventurous.”

“Isn’t the weather here lovely?” asked Angela, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, the weather is lovely,” agreed Ricardo.  “And the view is stunning.”  He gazed into her eyes.

Angela finally succeeded in changing the subject and they chatted as they ate.  She glanced around the room and saw that several of the diners had placed their slaves in some form of constraint.  Several others had their girls kneeling.  The only slaves that were seated at a table were sitting at her table.

Alaine felt odd; very odd.  This was the first time she had eaten at a table in the past year.  Up until now, she ate out of a trough or bowl or had a feed bag secured to her face.  It was also odd to be naked at the table.  All of the dominants were clothed but the three recently purchased slaves were naked.  And it was odd to hear the other dominants talking about enslaving her new mistress.  What would that mean for her if her mistress became a slave?

“Is everyone enjoying themselves tonight?” asked Cedric when he stopped at the table.  They had been chatting throughout their meal and were enjoying their coffee when he arrived.

“Splendidly, Cedric,” replied Angela.  “You have a wonderful resort here.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it,” he said.  “We try to please.  I am sorry about the inconvenience resulting from our aircraft.  We hope to have it fixed soon.”

“Oh, nonsense,” said Angela.  “I am enjoying it and I plan on enrolling Alaine in one of your classes tomorrow.”

“Excellent.  We will look forward to having her.”

“I would like to meet with you for a bit tomorrow also, Cedric,” said Angela, “if you have the time.”

“I always have time for beautiful ladies,” he grinned.  “Just ask for me at the front desk.”

Chapter 5

“There are two things I would like to ask you about, Cedric,” Angela started once they were seated in Cedric’s office.  Cedric was sitting on a plush leather sofa.  Angela was in a leather upholstered chair.  All of the office’s appointments were strongly masculine.

“Fire away,” he said.  “I will do my best to answer them.”

“The first deals with my girls.  I would like to learn more about them but I’m reluctant to ask them for fear that it will bring back memories.  Do you have any knowledge of their lives before they were sold?”

Cedric nodded.  “I do.  We have quite extensive dossiers on all of the girls we obtain and sell.  But are you sure you want to know?”

Angela paused and then nodded.  “Yes, I’m sure.  We have grown quite fond of Kim and want to know more about her.  And I can already tell that we will feel the same way about Alaine.”

“I will tell you about their past,” he said as he got up from the couch.  He went to a wall that held several file cabinets.  He knew which drawer to open and he pulled out two file folders.  “But I have to warn you that many owners regret learning about their girls’ pasts.”

“Why do they regret it?”

“Sometimes it is because of something unsavory in the girl’s past that they wished they did not know.  More often, it makes them feel guilty knowing what their girl was doing or what future laid ahead for her before she was collected.”

“I think I want to know,” said Angela.  “I will take my chances.”

“Very well,” he said as he sat down again.  He opened the first folder.  “Kimberly Anne Cartwright.  Born February 23, 1983 in Raleigh, North Carolina.  Graduated high school in 2001.  Attended Gulf States University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in education in 2005.  She was a marathon runner and appears to have been quite good.  She was active in her church and assisted in fund raising for the local food bank.  She was an elementary school teacher for four years before she was collected and processed.”

“Wow,” breathed Angela.  “I always knew she was an angel.”

“Yes,” agreed Cedric, “she is.  Each of the birds that were sold that day is extraordinary.  They are each very intelligent and quite accomplished in addition to being exceptionally beautiful.”

“Why do you call them birds?” Angela interrupted.  “Is that a code word for the girls you sell here?”

Cedric laughed and shook his head.  “No, it’s not code.  Tempest’s mistress is a friend of mine and she loaned Tempest to me twice while they were here.  I started calling her my little blackbird.  And then I just started referring to all six of them as the birds.  You just bought the redbird yesterday.”

“I see,” nodded Angela.

“Do you want to learn about the redbird or should I stop?”

“Yes, I want to learn about Alaine.”

Cedric opened the second folder.  “Alaine Elizabeth Forsythe was born June 10, 1983 in Richmond, Virginia.  She graduated from high school as the Valedictorian in 2001.  She graduated with a biology degree Magna Cum Laude from Gulf States University in 2005.  All of the birds went to Gulf States.  She was in her last year of medical school when she was collected and processed.”

“Wow,” Angela breathed again.  “You are right.  They are truly exceptional.”

“In every way,” agreed Cedric.  “The birds are priceless treasures.”

“You seem to get attached to those you sell,” said Angela.  “Why do you do it?”

Cedric laughed again.  “You are full of questions.  You remind me of Tempest.  Whenever I give her one answer, it spawns three more questions.  But I make her earn her answers.  Perhaps I should have the same arrangement with you?  Then you could ask all of the questions you like.”

Angela furrowed her brow.  “What was the arrangement that you had with Tempest?”

“She fucks me and can ask as many questions as she likes while she is riding me.”

“Oh,” replied Angela as she blushed.  Then she giggled.  “I’m sure that an old broad like me can’t have any appeal to you.”

It was Cedric’s turn to furrow his brow.  “You are far from an old broad.  And trust me.  I am an expert in female flesh.  You would be a valuable piece of merchandise if we offered you for sale.  So what do you say?  Do you want to ask questions?”

Angela giggled again.  “Yes, I have lots of questions.  And for some reason, I’m constantly horny when I’m in this place.”

“Then remove your clothes, little slavegirl, and then you can remove mine.”

Angela felt like a school girl on her first date as she stood up.  She was not wearing much so it was easy to undress.  Her tank top and shorts were quickly on the floor.  She shimmied out of her panties and then kicked her sandals aside.

“Now you may undress your master for the day,” he said.  “And then you may ask your questions.”  Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with the buttons but eventually Cedric was naked.  He grasped her by the hips and positioned her over his stiff cock.  Then he lowered her until his shaft slid easily into her wet, warm channel.

Angela closed her eyes as the beefy shaft sank into her body.  It was true, she realized.  Black men are well endowed.  She felt herself stretch around the pole as it drilled deep into her body.  Finally, it was embedded and she opened her eyes.

“Why did you call me slavegirl?”

Cedric smiled and leaned forward, kissing each of the stiff nipples that were only inches from his face.  “Always a new question.  You are a mistress.  But you have the soul of a slave.  I am just enjoying the slave within you.  You may ask your questions now.”

He wrapped his hands around her waist and started moving her up and down.  He established the rhythm and then she continued it as she asked her question again.  “Why do you do it?”

“For the money, of course,” he replied.  “The business is quite lucrative.”

“Do you ever feel guilty?”

“Sometimes,” he said.  “I hate to learn about the girls being mistreated.  But we have ways of removing those buyers.”

“Oh!” she gasped as the cock slid particularly deep into her, sending a flash of pain through her body.

“You keep talking about collecting and processing,” she continued.  “Why do you call it that?”

Cedric chuckled.  He reached to the table and picked up a clamp, placing it on the woman’s left nipple and tightening it.  She gasped again.  “It sounds so much better than kidnapping and selling,” he explained.  “And besides, that’s mostly what we do.  Once a slave is identified, it’s simply a matter of collecting her and then processing her so that she can be bought.”

Angela looked down at her chest.  The clamp flattened her nipple and sent a dull ache through her torso.  She had placed clamps on girls before but had never experienced them herself.  It hurt but she also felt her sex spasming around the rigid shaft that was buried in her body.

Cedric was Angela’s first black male but he was not the first male that she had fucked out of wedlock.  She and her husband frequently took on lovers and sometimes shared them.  She would not feel guilty about this little tryst.

Angela leaned forward and fed her unclamped nipple to Cedric’s lips as she continued to ride up and down on his thick pole.  “Where do you get the girls?”

Cedric laughed again.  “You are even worse than Tempest.”  He nipped at the nipple that was brushing against his lips and reached for the table again.  Angela sucked in her breath as she saw the clamp nearing her right nipple and then groaned as it captured and crushed the sensitive bud.

“It all depends on what we think the market requires,” Cedric explained in response to the latest question.  “If we are looking for girls in their twenties, we target certain resorts and cruise lines that cater to singles.  If we need teenagers, then we look in the Spring Break locations.  If we need thirtyish girls, we hang around country clubs and tennis clubs.”

It was Angela’s turn to laugh.  “I can’t imagine that there is a market for women my age.”

Cedric reached for the table again.  Angela felt her nipples burning from the little monsters that he had captured them with and shuddered when she saw what he had just retrieved.  He held a pair of cuffs in one hand and he grasped her wrists, drawing them behind her back.  She heard two clicks and felt the cold steel closing around her wrists.  Her arms were now bound behind her and she was being treated more and more like a slave.  She was also feeling more and more like a slave.

Cedric then placed his hands around her waist again and pushed her down, fully impaling her and causing her to yelp as the bludgeon buried in her banged against her cervix.  “You should imagine.  There is a huge market for girls like you.  It is almost as big as the market for teens.  And it’s larger than the market for twenty somethings.”

“Thank you for trying to make me feel good, Cedric,” she said as she rode upward until the tip of his cock was barely nestled in her wet folds.  “But I can’t believe that there is a market for girls over thirty.”

He reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing slowly.  Then he used them as handles to push her down again until she yelped at the cramps that were sent through her body.

“Let us try a little experiment,” he said as he started her moving again.  “I think it will prove my point.”

“What is the experiment?”

“Attend the auction this evening with me.  We have some fresh girls being offered.  I predict that I get at least five unsolicited offers for you.  Let’s see how correct I am.”

Angela giggled.  “Why would they offer you anything for a mistress?”

“Who said anything about a mistress?” he asked.  “I plan to take you on a leash.”

Angela gasped again.  “A leash?  As a slave?”

Cedric flicked each of the clamps with his fingers.  “A temporary slave.  A slave for the night.  It is only to prove my point.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Oh, I think you can,” he replied.  “Remember that I’m a slaver.  I could take you and make it permanent if I wished.”

Angela heard the words and felt a rush of fear shoot through her.  Arousal flooded through her at the same time and overwhelmed the fear.  She did not understand her reactions to the way she was being treated.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the next object being retrieved by Cedric.  Then she groaned as he held the metal choker to her slender neck and she shuddered again as she heard the lock click shut.  Cedric leaned forward and kissed her on one of the down strokes, holding her in place for a moment by her breasts.  He brushed his thumbs back and forth across her trapped and flattened nipples.  Angela groaned at the pain she was feeling.  The massive cock was pressing against her cervix again, sending waves of pain through her belly and her nipples were constantly throbbing with little stabs of pain shooting through her chest each time Cedric touched a nipple.

“You make a beautiful slavegirl,” he commented as he admired the beautiful woman in his lap.  And she was very beautiful indeed and looked every bit like a slave.  She was blushing furiously as his hands gripped her breasts.  Her shoulders were pulled back slightly because of the way she was bound.  And the gold collar that was fitted snugly around her neck simply added to the beauty.

“Do you agree to be my slavegirl for the night?” he continued.  “Although I must tell you that it really doesn’t matter if you agree.  I have already claimed you.”

“Yesssss!!!” shrieked Angela as she climaxed.  She fell forward and collapsed against the black master’s chest as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body.

He looked down at the woman who was still impaled on him, seeing her still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail today but he remembered how lustrous and full it had been the day before when it flowed freely down her back and over her shoulders.  He would have her wear it free again tonight for her debut as a slavegirl.

He stroked his hands down her back and enjoyed the smooth soft skin.  His hands circled her waist and he held her.  This woman still had a body that most teenagers would love to have.  He slid one hand up her back again and gripped her ponytail, pulling her gently back.  With his other hand, he removed the clamps and set them aside.  She still had her eyes closed and was making little mewling sounds that almost sounded like purring.

He looked at her breasts.  They were full and rounded and plump and oh so ripe for the plucking.  They had a slight sag to them, which was understandable given her age and the fact that she had nursed two children from them.  But they were still amazingly firm.  He lifted one, feeling its weight.  A teenager would die to possess these.

Yes, he could sell her for a handsome sum.  She reminded him of Kate.  Both women were in their mid thirties and yet both were exceptionally beautiful and in their prime.  He knew that he could sell either one for astronomical prices.  He would have to keep his profit motive in check tonight, though.

She finally roused from her near stupor and looked at him.  “Wow!” she whispered.

He smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist again, starting her moving on his cock again.  “You aren’t finished yet, girl.”

She blushed again at being called girl but picked up the tempo and started bobbing up and down in his lap, feeling the thick shaft moving inside of her.

“Are you finished with your questions now?” he asked.

“Oh,” she replied.  “No, that was just the first topic.  I also wanted to learn what you know about Ricardo.”

“Ah, my little bird,” he responded.  “I cannot share information about owners.”

“I’m not looking for an address or birthday.  I just want to know about his character.”

“Why do you ask about that?” Cedric asked.

She explained the invitation that Ricardo had extended.  She told him how the other master wanted to hunt her and claim her for a week.  She said that it sounded exciting to be hunted and that she had a secret fantasy about being a slave, but only on a temporary basis.  She wanted to know if she could trust Ricardo to release her at the agreed upon time.

“Ricardo has always seemed like an honorable man to me,” Cedric answered.  “But he owns slaves so that should tell you something.  And he is Cuchillan.  Proceed cautiously if you go ahead.”

Cuchilla was the most recently formed country in South America.  What had started as a bloody civil war in Uruguay had spilled over the borders into parts of Brazil and Argentina.  When the fighting ended, all of Uruguay and several breakaway provinces of Brazil and Argentina formed a new nation.  Cuchilla was born.  It was still a bit like the wild west but at least the war was over.

“Proceed cautiously,” rang in Angela’s ears as she returned to her room after her meeting with Cedric.

Chapter 6

Cedric was true to his word.  The auction room was full that evening when he strode in, holding the leash to a beautiful auburn-haired slavegirl.  Almost every eye in the room was on her as he led her to his table and most people were trying to assess her worth.

Angela was blushing as she followed the large black man.  He had sent her to the salon for the afternoon where she was pampered and prepared for the evening.  She enjoyed the manicure and pedicure.  Her time in the sauna had been relaxing as had the massage.  The hair stylist arranged her hair in a way that she probably would not have selected.  But the stylist was following Cedric’s instructions.  The result was a full, wild-looking mane that Angela had to admit that looked exotic.  It gave her an untamed, feral appearance.

The only part that made her uncomfortable occurred at the end of her salon visit.  One woman shaved her mound, leaving her with a bald pussy that made her look just like all of the girls who were sold here.  And that was unsettling to her.

Two women worked as a team to lightly oil her body.  She was used to other women touching her but when they spent so much time massaging the oil into her breasts, she started to worry that they had other motives.  And then, when oily fingers were inserted into her sex and bottom and rotated, she again worried.

As soon as her skin was evenly coated and shiny, two other women worked on her makeup.  One worked on her face and used a combination of pale hues and dark accents to further enhance her feral look.  The second one painted her nipples and labia a much darker shade of pink than was natural on her.  She just about jumped out of her skin as the woman used a cotton swab to apply a pink dye to her clit and now it shown prominently.

She was completely naked other than the collar around her neck and the gold cuffs that held her wrists together behind her back.  She had been given instructions by Cedric before they entered the room.  She was to follow him and then kneel beside his chair.  She dutifully kept up with him and waited for him to sit before lowering herself to her knees.  It was not a very graceful move without the use of her hands but she managed the maneuver as best she could.

The auction started and Angela watched as the first frightened girl was led onto the stage.  The first one was no older than her seventeen year old daughter.  She was beautiful and had glowing rosy skin.  Her eyes betrayed her terror and they shifted back and forth looking around the room.  It was clear that she knew what was about to happen.

The auctioneer started describing the girl and her qualities.  The silky golden hair was naturally blonde, he said.  He held up one breast and bounced it to show how firm it was and announced that the girl had natural D cup breasts.  The girl looked quite athletic and had a finely toned body with muscled but very shapely thighs and calves.  Angela heard herself gasp when the auctioneer announced that the girl was only sixteen.

He motioned for an assistant to come forward and another naked slavegirl stepped up behind the girl, reaching around and lifting the two heavy breasts in her palms.  The cane was raised and then swiftly lowered, striking both breasts across the soft upper swells of the girl’s magnificent mounds.  Angela was at a table close to the stage and she could hear the grunt of pain coming from the poor captive teenager.  The auctioneer ran his fingers across the bright red welt to show the audience how well the girl marked.  Then the bidding was opened.

The bidding lasted for a long time.  In the end, however, the girl was sold for 600,000 pounds.  The Canadian couple had finally been successful in purchasing a girl.

During the time that it took to remove the girl from the stage and position the next lot, people stood up and milled around, chatting with each other.

“That’s quite a beauty that you have there, Cedric,” Angela heard a man say.  “Will she be sold tonight?”

“Thank you, Charles,” Cedric replied.  “But no, she won’t be put on the block tonight.  She’s part of my private stock.”

“It’s a pity,” the man said.  “I’ll offer 500,000 pounds if you ever decide to part with her.”

“Thank you.  I’ll keep that in mind.”

“That’s one,” whispered Cedric to Angela as he leaned down to her.  Angela was trembling.  She loved attending these auctions and found them to be erotic and stimulating.  But it was quite a different matter when people viewed you as merchandise, she thought.

“I see that I won’t have to waste many paintballs with you,” she heard another male say.  She recognized Ricardo’s voice.

“She makes a lovely slave, don’t you agree?” asked Cedric.  “I can’t blame you for wanting her to participate in one of your hunts.”

“Yes,” replied Ricardo.  “But she has not yet agreed to that.  Perhaps I will just buy her from you.  What is your price?”

“I’m afraid she is private stock,” said Cedric.  “She’s not for sale.”

“Everything is for sale at the right price,” responded Ricardo.  “Name your price.  Money is no object.”

Cedric just smiled but did not respond.

“One million pounds,” offered Ricardo.  Angela sucked in her breath and felt her heart pounding in her chest.  This had not been such a good idea to come here as Cedric’s slave for the night.  She was terrified.

She watched as the next three girls were brought onto the stage, publicly fondled, caned and then sold one at a time.  Each one seemed to be more beautiful than the last and each was shapely and athletic.  She wondered if some cheerleading squad had been decimated by the slavers.

Between each sale, people mingled and people kept coming to her table.  A woman offered 750,000 pounds to buy Angela.  A couple offered 700,000.  Ricardo came back twice with higher offers.

“That’s three,” whispered Cedric after another offer had been made.

“That’s four.”

“That’s five.”

“That’s six.”

More girls were paraded to the post and locked to it.  Again, Angela was astounded at how beautiful each one was and how young they all were.  They were all either fifteen, sixteen or seventeen years old.  She was also astounded by the number of buyers.  The room was more packed than at any time she had been here.  There must have been close to a hundred people in the room.  And when she looked up at the video screens that were scattered around the sides of the room, she saw that there were 316 buyers participating in the auction over the internet.

In all, thirteen beautiful young girls were claimed by new owners.  At the end of the night, seventeen offers had been made for Angela.  The highest bids came from Ricardo who stopped after making a third offer of one and a half million pounds.  But all of the offers were respectable.  Excluding Ricardo’s outrageous prices, the rest of the bids ranged from 500,000 to 900,000 pounds.  Angela was astonished that there had been any bids at all.  She was even more astonished that the bids had been so high.  They were valuing this thirty seven year old mother of two at the same level as all of the beautiful, fresh teenagers that had been on the stage.

When the last girl was sold, Cedric stood up and led Angela out of the room.  Again, most eyes were on her.  This time, she also felt hands on her as people reached out to grasp a breast or pat her ass.  It was humiliating to be on public display and to be groped so openly.

Cedric led her to the settlement room and attached her cuffs to a post while he went over to supervise the transaction processing.  The Canadian couple came up to her.

“We expected to see you here,” said Fanny, “but not like this.”

Bob reached out and gathered Angela’s generous breasts in his hands, squeezing them.  “We are certainly glad you came as you are.  Do you do this often?”

“It’s my first time,” Angela blushed.  “It was a silly bet.”

“What was the bet?” asked Fanny as her fingers slipped between Angela’s thighs and stroked her labia.  Angela was amazed at how wet she was.  Why would her body react that way when her mind was so scared?

“He said that he would get unsolicited offers to buy me,” she responded.  “I said he wouldn’t.  Who would want an old broad like me, after all?”

“Who was right?” Fanny asked.  Now, her finger was fully embedded in Angela’s sex and she was stroking it in and out.  Angela sucked in her breath at the intrusion before she replied.

“He was,” she gasped.

“How many offers did he get?” asked Bob as his fingers moved to the stiff rouged nipples.  He rolled them back and forth and tugged them outward occasionally.

“Seventeen,” said Angela with a quiver in her voice from all of the arousal.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” commented Fanny.  She leaned down and Bob saw that she wanted to taste a breast.  He cradled one of the heavy orbs and lifted it, placing the nipple at his wife’s waiting lips.  Angela watched in disbelief as she saw Fanny’s tongue snake out and circle her nipple.  The sensitive little nubbin, which was already stiff from all of the arousal of the evening, stiffened even more.  Then she saw her bud being sucked between the wife’s lips and felt teeth raking over it, sending even more unwanted thrills through her overheated body.

“It probably would have been eighteen if we hadn’t gotten that first girl,” said Fanny after she let the nipple slip from her mouth.  Bob gripped the wet nipple again and squeezed slowly as Fanny straightened up and kissed Angela.

Her nipples were burning as Bob kept increasing the pressure on them.  Fanny’s finger continued to stroke in and out of her and Angela’s mind was a swirling confusion of lust.  Fanny lowered her head again and Bob dutifully raised the other breast, feeding it to his wife.  Angela gasped as she felt the wet warmth claiming her nipple and then let out a yelp as the teeth bit down on her more harshly than last time.

“Perhaps Cedric will sell her to us,” said Bob as he watched the scene before him.  His wife loved breasts and he loved to watch her play with female toys.  She also had a little bit of a sadistic streak in her and he could tell by Angela’s grimace and yelp that the nipple was being abused.

“I hope so,” said Fanny after she released the breast.  “Or if he just puts her up for auction, we can make sure we’re the high bid.”

“Cedric,” called out Bob.  “Could you join us for a moment?”

Cedric walked to the couple and the bound and naked slavegirl.  “How may I be of service?”

“We have found another item that we wish to purchase,” Fanny replied.  “When will you be offering this one at auction?”  Fanny kept her finger moving inside of Angela and occasionally slipped out to toy with the bright pink clitoris.

Angela was almost out of her mind as the erotic thrills kept racing through her captive body.  Eighteen people had now offered to buy her.  It was unbelievable.  But she had heard every single person offer to purchase her body.  Each of them wanted to permanently enslave her.

Cedric sighed.  “Alas, she is not for sale.  I have only recently acquired this girl and I would be foolish to part with her.  She is now part of my private stock and I intend to enjoy her.”

He leaned forward and kissed Angela.  Bob squeezed her nipples harder and she was whimpering as her throbbing nipples erupted in sparks of pain.

“She’s just so perfect,” added Cedric.  Fanny moved in to kiss Angela once Cedric was finished and continued stabbing her finger into the naked girl.  All of the sensations and all of the talk of purchasing her finally became too much and she erupted in orgasm.  They held her up as her legs wobbled and she became weak.  Then they left her to resume what they were doing before they started playing with her.  Angela was left behind trembling as she remained fastened to the post.  Her head was spinning at this point.

Chapter 7

Once the last sale was finalized, Cedric collected his slavegirl and led her out of the room.  The auction hall was empty now as they entered it.  He led her to the stage and attached her to the post that had most recently held the thirteen girls who were just sold.  She trembled as she looked out across the room.

“How does it feel to be a slavegirl?” he asked as he stroked his finger through her wet sex.

“Terrifying,” replied Angela, honestly as she felt his finger toying with her body.  “Thrilling.  Erotic.  Humiliating.  But terrifying.”

Cedric smiled and kept up his stroking.  “Can you imagine what it must be like to stand up here and know that you are about to be sold?”

“No,” she answered.  I can’t imagine it.  It must be beyond terrifying.”

“I’m sure you can’t imagine it,” he said.  She was more than swampy at this point and he felt her juices spreading to her thighs.  “So let’s experience it for you.  The auction continues.”

She felt her heart stop for a moment and she quickly glanced around the room to see if he was serious.  She breathed a sigh of relief, though, as she saw that all of the chairs were still empty.  Then her eyes caught view of one of the screens and she gasped.  It showed her standing on the stage and attached to the post.  It also showed that there were three buyers watching her online.

“Cedric!” she protested.  “You can’t be serious!”  She struggled against her bindings and he just stood there admiring the way her breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements.

Cedric acted as the auctioneer and extolled the virtues of the slavegirl being offered for sale.  He lifted each breast and bounced it to show the viewers how large and firm they were.  He caressed the soft flesh and described its texture to the online audience.  Then he gestured and a naked slavegirl appeared from the back of the stage.

“Cedric,” she protested again.  “This has gone far enough.  You’re scaring me now.”

She watched on one of the screens as the girl stepped behind her.  She watched with disbelief as the girl reached around her and lifted her full breasts in her palms.  She watched with horror as she saw the cane rise and swiftly fall to crease her tender orbs.  She shrieked.  She looked down and saw the angry line extending across her precious mounds.

“Cedric, please don’t do this.”  She was beyond terrified now.  This whole thing was turning into a nightmare for her.

Cedric opened the bidding and she trembled as she saw each successive price displayed on the screen.  First, she was filled with shock.  Then she was amazed.  The bidding had started at 200,000 pounds.  The price escalated rapidly and was soon over a million.  She was terrified again and the price continued to rise.  In the end, she was sold for two million pounds.

Cedric hit a switch and the screens went black.  He stepped up to Angela and gathered her breasts in his hands, bending down to kiss the upper swells that he had so recently abused.  “You are a very expensive bird.  Come.  You will entertain me in my bed tonight.”

“Cedric,” she whimpered.  “How could you do that to me?  How could you sell me?”

“It was easy, little one.  I’m a slaver.  And you are a most valuable piece of merchandise.”

She whimpered again as tears rolled down her cheeks.  This man had sold her and now planned to fuck her.  Life was so unfair!  “May I know who bought me and what they will do to me?”

“I can answer the first question but I don’t know his plans,” Cedric replied.  He picked up a piece of paper that had just come out of the printer beside the stage.  “You are now the property of a Mr. John C. Dawson.”

“What?!?!?!?” sputtered Angela.  “My husband?”

Cedric laughed and nodded.  He released her from the post and tugged on her leash, leading her out of the room.  “Yes, your husband.  I talked to him today while you were at the spa.  He agreed to participate to give you the whole slave experience.  It was your husband and two of my employees bidding on your delicious body.”

“Oooooo!!!” growled Angela.  Her brow was furrowed and she glared at the black man.  She twisted her body and smacked his chest with her elbow.  “You… you…. you monster!”

Cedric smiled.  “We aims to please.  You got the whole experience tonight.  And now it’s your turn to please.  I have been hard all night thinking about your lovely ass.”

“What?!?!?!?” she shrieked.  “You can’t do that!  I won’t let you!”

He stopped in front of his cottage and turned to her, gripping her nipples and holding them without squeezing.  “I can and I will.  And you will let me.  That’s the beauty of being a slavegirl.  You don’t have to think.  You just enjoy what happens; no decisions and no worries.”

He led her into the house and explained that she could either cooperate or he could bind her.  Either way, he was going to fuck her ass.  Her new owner had given him permission to take her that way.

In the end, she cooperated.  It was better than being locked into some evil device where she wouldn’t be able to move at all.  But she vowed that her husband would get an earful once she got home for submitting her to this indignity.

Cedric took his time.  He wanted to be able to enjoy this bird as much as possible.  He led her to the bed and had her bend forward to rest her hands on it.  He walked to the side to admire her.  Her wild mane of hair hung down, obscuring her face.  That was one of the advantages of ponytails, he realized.  But he could still enjoy viewing the rest of her delicious body.  The pink-capped breasts dangled heavily from her chest and swayed with her breathing and occasional trembles.  Her belly was tight and was concave as she waited nervously for what was about to occur.  And her beautiful rump was jutting out, almost as if inviting to be impaled.

He truly would like to have this woman in his private stock.  She was exceptional and rivaled even the six birds who he admired so much.  And he doubted that he would ever be tempted to sell her.  She offered so much bliss with her heavenly curves and swells.

He moved back behind her and admired her from this angle.  He could see her pinkened labia parted and her sex seemed to be flowing.  He could see her upper thighs damp with her juices.  Even her asshole was beautiful.  The little pucker clenched and relaxed over and over again as it waited to be invaded.

He picked up the tube of lubricant and squirted some into his palm.  Then he wrapped his fingers around his cock and ran them the length of it.  He was already rock hard from the anticipation of being able to play with this ideal of womanhood.  He stroked his cock a couple of times as he enjoyed the view but then stopped.  He could not afford to stimulate himself further.

He squirted a little more lubricant onto two fingertips.  He placed them lightly at the little rosebud and smiled at her reaction.  She tensed and he saw gooseflesh instantly form over her body.  Her little pucker clenched again, almost as if it was winking at him.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he pushed one of the fingertips directly at the center of the little rosebud.  He felt resistance and he pushed harder.  Eventually, it yielded and the tip of his finger entered her bottom to the first knuckle, causing her to suck in her breath.

Angela groaned at the intrusion.  “Yes, I have done anal before.”

Cedric raised his other hand and then brought it down, sending a loud crack through the room.  Angela yelped and then groaned as the finger slipped deeper.  Cedric spanked the other cheek, eliciting another yelp.  “Aren’t you forgetting something, little one?”

Angela groaned as she felt more of the finger entering her.  “Oh, I meant yes, Master.  I have done anal before.”

Cedric’s entire finger was embedded in the girl’s ass now and he gently massaged the bottom cheeks that now bore his pink handprints.  “Good girl.”

He pulled his finger out and added more lubricant.  Then he pressed two fingers together and slowly pushed, easing them into the tight sphincter.  Angela groaned again and instinctively grasped the bed covering, forming her hands into tight fists as she gripped the blanket.

Cedric pumped in and out of her for several minutes as he enjoyed the sounds of her moans and mewls.  He rotated his hand, letting the fingers twist in her ass, making sure that she was well lubricated.  He would fuck her ass but there was no reason to make it overly painful.

Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on a towel.  Then he stepped closer and positioned his straining cock at the entrance he had just prepared.  It was time for him to enjoy his bird.

“Oh gawd!!!” she groaned as she felt the cock pushing.  She sucked in her breath as the pressure on her asshole grew.  The massive head kept stretching her and she groaned as it popped through the tiny opening.  Cedric paused when he gained access to allow her to adjust.  When her breathing became less ragged, he slowly moved forward and watched as his black shaft disappeared into the milky white ass.

He especially loved this view and he especially liked it with white women.  The stark contrast between his black cock and their white flesh was purely erotic.  After he was fully embedded in her, he started moving in and out, enjoying the tightness of her nether tunnel around his pole.

Several times he had to pause.  He came close to climaxing so he had to rest.  He wanted this to last.  He had much more planned for his newest slave.

After he paused for the third time, he started moving more slowly.  Occasionally, he would spank one of the beautiful rounded ass cheeks.  She was no longer yelping with each spank.  Instead, she simply moaned.  After a half dozen spanks, she also shuddered with each blow.  Cedric realized that she was close to orgasm.  He realized how rare it was for a woman to climax purely from anal penetration and once again he marveled at the creature that belonged to him for the night.

He continued his slow fucking of the beautiful bird’s ass and continued to spank her flesh.  Her bottom cheeks were glowing a beautiful pink at this point and her body was trembling continuously.  Finally, she tensed and let out a low groan.  He almost climaxed when that happened and pulled out of her completely.  He did not want this to end just yet.  He had much more planned.

When she recovered, he reached around her and gripped her breasts, using them as handles to straighten her up.  He turned her toward him and felt his cock gliding over her belly as he pulled her to him and kissed her.  She was still moaning softly as his lips and tongue claimed hers.  She leaned into him, flattening her breasts against his body and reached around him, hugging him tightly and surrendering herself to him.

“She’s a treasure,” thought Cedric.  “She was just fucked in the ass and yet she gives herself to me freely.”

He waited until her breathing returned to normal and then took her by the hand, leading her into the next room.  It was his play room.  She sucked in her breath as she saw all of the devices and instruments displayed before her.

“Over here, my little bird,” he said as he continued to lead her.  He stopped before a wedge-shaped device that had a phallus sticking out of the top.  He positioned her over it and then cranked a wheel, causing the wedge to rise.  Several times, she had to move her feet further apart as the wedge rose.  He reached out and positioned the dildo at her sex and kept cranking.  The dildo sank deeper and deeper into her body, causing her to moan.  Eventually, the dildo was fully embedded and she could feel the hard edge of the wedge pressing against her tender flesh.

Cedric moved behind her and positioned his cock at her rosebud once more.  He pressed forward and, in one continuous motion, fully impaled her ass with his cock.

He reached up and grasped her wild mane, pulling her head back.  She gasped as she realized that she was looking at herself in a mirror.  Cedric smiled.  This time he would be able to enjoy her angelic face.  He would get to observe every delicious reaction.

“What do you see, little bird?” he asked as he slowly pumped in and out of her.  He could feel the hardness of the dildo that was embedded in her body as his cock sliced into her.

“Me, Master.”

“I see a slavegirl,” he said.  “A beautiful, erotic slavegirl.  A priceless treasure.”

Angela trembled at the words.  She looked back at her image and nodded slowly as she recognized what Cedric meant.  She really did look like a slavegirl.”

She watched as he reached around with both hands.  The black fingers splayed out and gripped her breasts, squeezing them gently.  The dildo filled her completely and was sending wicked thrills through her body.  The black cock was slowly stroking in and out of her ass, sending more thrills through her.

He released her breasts and she watched in disbelief as he smacked one and then the other.  The bountiful breasts bounced and then jiggled until they came to rest after each blow.  She climaxed again after the eighth spank.

Cedric had to pause again.  He still wasn’t finished.  When she recovered, he reached to the table and picked up two clamps.  These were not the padded adjustable clamps that he had used earlier in the day.  These were cruel looking alligator clamps with serrated teeth.

He opened them both and held them to the delectable nipples.  He looked into her eyes through the mirror and saw the fear in them.  Slowly, he let the clamps close, biting into the tender, vulnerable flesh.  She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow as the pain intensified.  Finally, he released them, letting the cruel teeth bit into the sensitive nipples and crush them.  She climaxed again.

It was time for him to climax too.  He attached a chain to the two clamps and tugged upward, stretching the breasts into cones as he pounded into her ass.  She climaxed again just as he emptied his seed into her bowels.

She was as limp as a rag doll after he pulled out of her.  He lowered the wedge and then removed the clamps.  He carried her to his bed and cradled her in his arms.  Twice more during the night, he made use of her body by fucking her slowly so he could enjoy her luscious body.  In the morning, he took her ass again and then sent her back to her room to recover.

Chapter 8

“You will need to sign a contract so that we are all on the same page,” said Ricardo.  “This way, we can avoid any embarrassing misunderstandings.”

“That makes sense,” nodded Angela.  “If we do this, we should have an agreement on the terms.”

“Exactly, my beautiful kitten.”

Ricardo had been working on Angela for three days.  He intensified his efforts after seeing her as Cedric’s beautiful slavegirl.  Slowly but surely, he was wearing her down.  She had not said yet said yes to being hunted and temporarily owned by the Cuchillan master, but she was not saying no any longer.

“We should do it soon,” Ricardo added.  “It is beautiful in my country this time of year.  But it becomes chilly in a few months.  Doing this in the next four weeks would be ideal.”

“Oh,” said Angela.  She was not sure that she would be ready that soon.  She was warming up to the idea, though.  Her night with Cedric had been the most terrifying time of her life and the most exciting.  It was an erotic swirl of fear and thrills and sexuality in her memories.  Even being taken anally, which was painful at first, was an exciting memory.  She was taken and used as completely as any slave could be.  Thankfully, she was released the next morning.  But a fire had been lit within her.  She wanted to explore the slave inside.  She needed to.

“Well, maybe you could send me a copy of the contract that you use so I can look it over,” Angela continued.

“I can do better than that.  I have a copy of it here.”  He pulled the document out of his bag and placed it in front of her.

“But it’s in Spanish,” she said.  At least it was short.  It was only three pages long.

“Of course,” he replied.  “Spanish is the language of my country.  I have an English translation here for you also.”  He pulled a second document out of his bag and laid it in front of her.

“May I read it?”

“Of course,” he said.  “I would insist.”

She read over the details.  It had a start date and an end date which were currently blank.  She would get to choose the length of her ‘slavery.’  It described how capture would start her period of slavery and how she would remain free if no capture was achieved by nightfall.  If she became free, then she would join the hunts as a huntress and could claim girls of her own.

Prohibited activities were listed.  These included permanent alterations and markings but the list was remarkably short.  She would have to think about what else to include.  Everything seemed straightforward.

“This should be fun” she thought to herself.  “I should do this.”

“I will pick out a date tonight,” she told the Latin master.  “I will have to deliver Alaine home but then I should be able to do this.  Let me check out my calendar and we can finalize everything tomorrow.”

Ricardo smiled brightly.  “You have made my day.  I can’t wait to own you, even if only temporarily.  I hope you realized my sincerity in this matter by the offers I made for you a few days ago.”

“Yes, I noted your sincerity,” agreed Angela.  “And I was quite flattered by the size of your offers.”

Alaine was waiting for her when she got back to her room.  Once again, her girl was fastened to the post in the living room of her suite.  Angela grumbled as she unfastened her from the post and then removed the girl’s cuffs.  “I don’t know why they keep attaching you like this.  I like my girls free.”

“I’m not free even now, Mistress,” said Alaine once her bindings were removed.

Angela rolled her eyes.  “Oh, you know what I mean.  I like my girls free to move.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Alaine as she blushed.  She knew that she should not have made that comment.  “Oh, Mistress!  I heard today that you were a beautiful slavegirl the other night.”

“Oh my gosh!” blurted Angela.  “You weren’t supposed to hear about that.  Who told you?”

Alaine felt her blush deepen.  She had apparently made another mistake.  “Nobody told me, Mistress.  I overheard two of the mistresses talking.  They used words like stunning and striking and exquisite and priceless and exotic.  They never used your name but I figured out who they were talking about.”

“Oh my,” sighed Angela.  “You weren’t supposed to know about that.”

“I promise I won’t tell your husband.”

“Oh, he already knows.  It was you I was trying to hide it from.”

Alaine furrowed her brow at that news.  “Why would you try to hide anything from me?  I’m a nobody.  I’m just your property.”

“Oh, pet, you are definitely not a nobody.  You are my property, that’s true.  But you are a prized possession.”

Angela wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her close, kissing her passionately.  Then she led her to bed.  Hours later and orgasms later, they drifted off to sleep with their limbs entwined.  Neither one of them even realized that they had missed dinner.

The next morning, Angela checked her calendar and then called John.  She had already chewed him out for the role that he had played in the horrifying moments when she thought she was being sold.  He had told her how beautiful she looked as a slave on the auction block and how he would have gladly paid the two million pounds for her.  She took that as a sufficient apology.

This time, she laid out her latest idea for an adventure.  After she finished describing it, he could hear the excitement in her voice and he reluctantly agreed to it.  But he told her that he thought it was a bad idea and that she should think long and hard before agreeing to it.  She thanked him profusely and told him to expect a minx when she got home and took him to bed.  She would be arriving home that night.

She sent Alaine off to the training classes for the day.  The girl had already gone through all of these during her first stay on the island immediately after being captured but Alaine thought that a refresher education was in order.  After all, Alaine had been practically sex-deprived during her first year of captivity.  That would change once she got the girl home and she wanted her slave to be in top form.  Then she went in search of Ricardo.

Once again, she found the Latin master alone by the pool.  He too had consigned his girl to the lessons being offered at the resort.

“Good morning, my princess.”

Angela laughed at the greeting.  “Good morning, great hunter.”

Ricardo smiled at her reply.  “So have you decided to become my prey?  Have you picked a date?”

“I have,” she said as she settled into the chaise beside Ricardo’s.  “One week from today.”

“Excellent,” he grinned.  “My calendar will be cleared so that I can hunt my doe and then dine on her delicious body.”

“Oh my,” she gasped.  “That did not sound good.”

“I meant dine in the figurative sense,” he explained.  “Don’t worry.  You won’t find yourself as the main feature at a roast.”

“That’s comforting to know.”

“Do you have the agreement?”

“I do.”  She reached into her bag and pulled out both copies.  She fished a pen out of her bag and started to sign.

“The Spanish one, please,” said Ricardo as he saw her inking her name to the English version.  “Spanish is the language of my country and is the only language in which agreements can be formalized.”

“Oh,” she said.  She moved her hand and wrote out her signature on the Spanish version.  Then she filled in the appropriate dates at the top of the page.  Her adventure would begin at noon, one week from today and it would end at noon one week later.

“Excellent, my dear.”  Ricardo was beaming with glee.  Despite having purchased a beautiful and busty girl several days earlier, it was this enchanting mistress who intrigued him and stirred the lust within him.

“Might I suggest that we retire to my suite?” he continued.  “This calls for a celebration.”

Angela giggled.  She knew that the celebration would involve sex but she was fine with that.  She was more than fine with it.  She found Ricardo to be a very attractive man.

“That sounds delightful.”

He arose from his chair and held out his hand, helping Angela from hers.  Then they walked together toward his suite.  Once they arrived, he poured them each a glass of champagne and then offered a toast.

“To my future pet and prized possession.”

Angela laughed and took a sip of the wine before offering a toast of her own.  “To the future huntress who will claim girls at will.”

They both took another sip and then Ricardo spoke again.  “We shall see.  In the meantime, might I have an opportunity to inspect my future slavegirl?”

Angela blinked.  She looked down at her bikini-clad body and then looked back up at Ricardo.  “I think I’m pretty well on display already.  And I was completely on display the other night.”

Ricardo smiled and set down his glass before stepping closer to her.  “Yes, you look divine.”  He reached up and untied the string behind her back, lifting the top off of her and revealing her glorious breasts.  “Now you look even more divine.”

She watched in amazement as his fingers busied themselves on the little bows at her hips.  In any other setting, she would have slapped him already.  But this was not any other setting.  This was a magical place where erotic dreams were made.  This was a place where men undressed women freely and sometimes publicly.  She felt her bottoms float down her legs to puddle at her ankles.

“Now you look most divine,” he said.  “A vision of beauty.”  He slowly walked around the naked woman, letting his eyes feast on her body.  She stood motionless as he conducted his tour.  She felt like she should say something but was at a loss for words.

He finished his circuit and kept moving until he stood behind her.  He gathered her long auburn mane in his hand and lifted it off her neck, trailing his fingers down the back of her neck.  He ran his fingers along one shoulder and then the other before letting the hair fall back into place.

Ricardo ran his palms down her arms and then grasped her wrists, pulling her hands up behind her neck.  “Hold them there for me.”

Angela was speechless.  She didn’t trust herself with words at the moment.  She could feel strange thrills rushing through her body as this virtual stranger inspected her body almost as if he were inspecting a racehorse.  No, that wasn’t it.  It was as if he was inspecting a slavegirl.  A little shudder shook her at that realization.

“Are you cold?” he asked as he saw the shudder.

“No, I am warm enough.”

Ricardo placed his palms up to her armpits and slowly drew them down the sides of her body.  He would stop occasionally and squeeze the flesh, finding it amazingly soft and firm each time.  This woman was tremendously fit.  That was good.  He always liked to have his slaves be toned and fit.

The hands glided over the hips and then down the outside of her legs.  He crouched down and slid them up the insides of her legs, feeling the taut muscles of her calves and thighs.  He stopped his upward climb right before he got to her sex and shifted his hands to her bottom, grasping one tight cheek in each hand.  He squeezed them and reveled in their texture.  Then he pried them apart and looked at her little pucker.  Soon, he would own this.  He looked forward to playing with it.  But that would wait for another day.  He was a patient man.

He was still crouching and was able to see Angela’s hairless labia.  They were still bright pink from being dyed earlier in the week.  They were already parted, indicating that his future slave was aroused by her treatment.  And he could see the little honey pot glistening and brimming with her lubricating juices.

He finally released her cheeks and then stood up again.  It was time to enjoy the front.  His frontal inspection went much the same way, although he avoided her breasts and sex at first.  When he had checked out her muscle tone to his satisfaction, he finally lifted her breasts.  He loved the weight of the generous orbs and loved the way they jiggled when he bounced them.  He ran his fingertips over the swells, amazed at how soft and firm they were.  He flicked the pinkened nipples with his finger tips.  She sucked in her breath audibly at the flicks and the nipples quickly stiffened visibly.  This was good.  He wanted his slaves to always be responsive.  These breasts would provide him with years of pleasure.

“Did you nurse your children?” he asked as he held the breasts up again.

“Yes,” she squeaked.  She was so nervous for some reason.  She knew that she shouldn’t be but the more that he inspected and fondled her, the more submissive she felt.  It made no sense.  She was a slave owner just like him.  But the mere handling of her breasts made her feel small and vulnerable.

“How long did you breast feed?”

“Two years for the first child,” she responded as she looked down at her chest.  It was odd to see her breasts being claimed like this.  “One year for the second child.”

“Remarkable,” he commented.  “Most women lose their form and are subjected to gravity after childbirth and breastfeeding.  You have the body of a teenager.”

“Thank you,” she replied, hearing her voice crack.

Finally, he crouched again.  The fingertips from one hand danced over her tight belly.  He circled her belly button with one finger and then drew his fingers lower over her recently denuded mound.  She had continued to shave herself there so her mound was smooth and satiny.

He extended one finger and moved it downward until he got to her glistening petals.  He traced them with his finger, feeling the oily secretions lubricating his finger.  He went down one petal and then back up the other.  He saw her clit peeking out at him and he touched it lightly.  She sucked in her breath and held it, trembling slightly.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” he told her.  He almost added that he was looking forward to owning it but he thought better of it.  It was true that he was looking forward to making it his, but he did not want to scare her off.

“Thank you,” she repeated.

He tapped on the clit and saw the little tremors rocking her body.  He tapped again with the same result.  He kept tapping, using a slow tempo, and each tap resulted in the same reaction.

“Oh god,” she groaned.

He never penetrated her.  He would occasionally caress the petals and then return to tapping.  He focused on her belly and enjoyed the way that it quivered.  Occasionally, he would look up to her beautiful face and smile.  This angel would be his soon.  Sometimes his eyes would stop at her breasts as they traveled up and down her body and he loved the way that they rose and fell rhythmically but with a tempo that seemed to quicken with each tap.

Her eyes were focused on a spot on the wall.  She couldn’t explain the sensations that were swirling around inside of her.  She didn’t understand what was happening to her.  She did not know why her fingers remained entwined behind her neck as this male took liberties with her body.

She had heard of sub space; a place in the mind that submissives find when they have totally surrendered themselves to the scene.  She never could comprehend it before.  But now she knew it was real.  She had escaped into her own personal sub space.

Ricardo finally stopped tapping and he stood again.  He started to orbit her again, this time letting his fingers trail along her naked flesh as he circled her.  He went around her once and then started again.  He stopped behind her and cupped her bottom cheeks in his hands again before releasing them.

Click.  Click.  In rapid succession, she heard two clicks near her ears and felt the cold steel circling her wrists.  Why wasn’t she screaming in protest?  Her mind was not functioning at all at this point.  Her brain was nothing but jelly; pure lust-filled jelly.

The suites were outfitted with numerous attachment points for girls.  After all, they were designed by slavers for slavers.  It was an easy task for Ricardo to hit the button.  A hook descended from the ceiling.  He lowered it enough to snag the cuffs and then raise them again.

He had to be careful.  The steel cuffs would dig into the tender flesh of his pet.  He needed to make sure that she was not marred.  But he wanted her to remember her time with him.

He kept his finger on the other button until she was standing on the balls of her feet.  It would not be painful; at least not at first.

He was still behind her when he picked up the silk scarf.  He folded it over and over again until he was satisfied with what he had formed.  Then he reached around her and placed it over her eyes, tying the ends behind her head and blindfolding her.

Angela gasped.  “Ricardo, what are you doing?  What are you planning?”

“I’m just enjoying my pet,” he replied.  “And it’s Master from now on.”

Again, she gasped.  She could never call him Master.  That would be too clear of a sign of submission and she could never submit to anyone, including him.  She remained silent.

He picked up a flogger.  It was a tame enough instrument.  Its wide, soft leather strands would surprise and tease her more than anything else.  It would pinken her flesh but would not be painful.  And it would leave no lasting marks.

He moved in front of her again.  Her head turned as she heard his movement and she tried to anticipate the next surprise.  He lifted her left breast in his hand and squeezed it, plumping it.  Then he brought the flogger down on the inviting upper swells of the breast, creating a slapping sound.  She jumped and gasped from the unexpected punishment.  He brought the flogger down again and elicited the same response..

He released the breast and admired the pinkness of the firm, smooth flesh.  Then he lifted the right breast and struck it twice.  Next, he worked on the lower swells.  He grabbed the left nipple, pulling outward and upward, exposing all of the sweet, sensitive skin.  The flogger was whipped upward and she squealed at the treatment.  Each breast received two more kisses of the whip.

He held onto the nipple of the right breast and pulled it outward.  The inner swells of the breast were exposed and vulnerable this way and he struck each breast with the flogger while they were stretched outward.  Now it was time to abuse the outer swells.  The slaps had been relatively mild so far, getting increasingly harsh as he moved to the next spot.  Now he would unleash the flogger’s pain.  He swung hard, striking the left breast on the outside.  It bounced toward its twin as the loud slapping noise was heard.  She shrieked at the pain and then whimpered as the breast bounced back into shape.  He hit the right breast and then the left and then the right breast again.  She shrieked with each blow.

He put the flogger aside for now.  He lifted both breasts in his hands and inspected them.  They were glowing nicely now.  She was decorating beautifully.  He had two ornaments for her and then the decorating would be complete.

Instinctively, Angela looked down as soon as she felt Ricardo gather her breasts in his hands.  She had forgotten that she was blindfolded.  It was probably best she not be able to see, she decided.  She was sure that her orbs were a mottled mess by now.

She tried to reconcile the thoughts that were racing in her head.  Part of her could not wait to get Alaine home so she could play with her.  And she was so looking forward to giving her to the rest of the family.  She knew that they would love playing with their new toy.  The other part of her wanted to remain right where she was.  She had never felt this way in all of her life.  She was on the edge of an orgasm and had been riding the edge for an hour as Ricardo toyed with her body.

Ricardo picked up a pair of clamps.  He squeezed the left breast, compressing the flesh and causing the orb to bulge.  He used a finger to flick the nipple and smiled as it stiffened even more in response.  He held the clamp to the pink bud, holding the jaws open against the warm flesh, letting her figure out what was about to happen.

“Oh, Ricardo, please no,” begged Angela.  She felt the cold steel against her sensitive little nubbin and knew that pain would quickly follow.  She loved to use clamps on girls because of the way they begged and shook when the jaws closed down on them.  She had even been clamped earlier in the week by Cedric and it had been very painful.  Her nipples were just too sensitive for that.  “Please don’t do it, Ricardo.”

He removed the clamp and brought his hand down swiftly, spanking the breast hard and sending it bouncing on her chest.  “Arrrgggghhhhh” she gurgled as the pain radiated through her chest.

“What did you call me?” he demanded and then he spanked the other breast, eliciting a yelp from the bound woman.

“Sorry, Master,” she said, feeling her face blush as she uttered the word.  That was the most humiliating thing that had happened to her so far.

Her calves were starting to burn from having to keep her heels off the ground.  Every time she lowered them, the cuffs dug painfully into her wrists so she worked very hard at keeping them elevated.

“Much better,” he said as he returned the clamp to the nipple.  “Let us continue.”

He closed the clamp slowly so he could enjoy the sights and sounds as the pain intensified in his girl.  He wanted to savor the moment.  She quickly started moaning and that turned into sorrowful sounding whimpers.  As the clamp was finally closed, flattening the little bud, she yelped which was music to his ears.  The ceremony was repeated on the other nipple and he was serenaded again by the girl’s delightful sounds.

He stepped back to admire his girl.  She was beautiful and soon she would belong to him.  Her whole body was quivering at his point and was almost glistening from the thin sheen of perspiration.  It was time for him to enjoy her.

He lowered her hands a bit, letting her rest her heels on the floor.  He pushed her legs apart and then unzipped his pants, releasing the cock that had been straining to get out ever since Angela entered his suite.

He did not even test to see if she was ready for him.  He knew that she was already highly aroused.  He positioned the tip of his cock between her petals and plunged fully into her sex with one thrust.  She groaned as it sliced into her body and climaxed instantly.  She had been on the edge for so long and the rapid penetration was the trip wire she needed to be pushed over.

He lazily moved in and out of her, wanting to take his time.  He wanted this moment to last.  She would be away from him for a week before she officially became his so this moment would have to hold him over until then.

He flicked the clamped nipples as he slowly pistoned inside of her, eliciting little moans and groans and grunts.  She climaxed again from the pain in her nipples and the pleasure of being filled so completely.  He finally withdrew from her, causing her to whimper.  He moved behind her and slid back into her velvety, wet sheath and started pistoning again.

He reached around and grasped the full, clamped breasts again, squeezing them.  She climaxed again.  He used one hand to alternate between the breasts, squeezing them and bouncing them as he slid his other hand down her body to find her clit.  He toyed with her and brought her to climax several more times before he finally deposited his seed in her.

Angela was a limp rag doll by the time she boarded the plane.  Alaine was packaged and stowed for the trip in a special concealed compartment.  Angela slept the entire flight.

To be continued