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Chapter 14
Angela arrived in Cuchilla in the early afternoon and a limousine met her at the airport. The drive through the city revealed the aftermath of the brutal civil war that had ended only months before. Many of the buildings had been reduced to piles of rubble while most of the rest were pock-marked with bullet holes. But once they left the city, everything changed. The countryside looked peaceful and serene and beautiful.
The drive took about two hours and Angela sat in the back of the huge car getting increasingly nervous. Once again, she felt as if she was behaving like a schoolgirl. She tried to calm herself and focus. After all, she was a mistress.
An ongoing debate had been raging within her for the past week. Part of her said she should make it easy to bag her. She could let Ricardo shoot her and enslave her for the week. Then she would continue the delicious journey that she had been pursuing as a slavegirl. The other part of her said she should work hard at evading Ricardo. Then she could join the hunt and bag some girls of her own. She would get to enjoy numerous young, nubile bodies during the week in addition to experiencing the thrill of hunting them. The debate continued and she had no idea which side would win.
The limo finally rolled to a stop in front of a huge mansion. Angela had not even realized that they had pulled off of the main road. She wondered how large the estate was as she glanced around. She looked around closer to the house and saw several naked girls in various forms of labor. One was weeding a garden bed. One was cleaning a window. And one was cleaning a cart that stood off to the side of the main entrance. Apparently, the slaves here were used for more than just hunting and sex.
A fourth naked girl descended the steps from the front door to the driveway and stopped at the car, opening the rear door for Angela. “Good evening, Mistress,” she said with an accent that told Angela that she was probably a local girl or at least South American of some nationality or other.
“Good evening,” replied Angela as she emerged from the limo. “And thank you. Is there someone who can take care of my bags?”
“Yes, Mistress. I will come back and see to your luggage. Right now, I am to take you to the Master.” Angela followed the girl and admired how her cute heart-shaped ass wiggled and swayed with each step. She was a tiny thing in terms of height and frame but she certainly made up for it with her chest, making Angela wonder if the olive-skinned girl had undergone some form of breast augmentation.
Ricardo met her in the study where he immediately stood up and hugged her, kissing her on each cheek. “Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you had a pleasant journey.”
“Thank you, Ricardo,” she replied. “Yes, my trip went very well. Your humble abode may not be so humble but it is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. “It is sufficient for my occupation.”
“I had no idea that operating a club could be so lucrative,” observed Angela.
“Ah, but it is a very special club,” he answered, “with very special services for very special and exclusive clientele.”
They chatted for a little bit and then Ricardo gave her a tour of the house. They passed numerous additional naked girls in the hallways, laboring at their tasks. Finally, they arrived at the bedroom where she would be staying. Her luggage had already been delivered and two naked women were kneeling in the center of the room.
“I will give you some time to relax from your travels and to freshen up,” he said. “I have assigned Rosa and Yvonne to assist you. Dinner is in three hours. I will come to escort you there myself.”
Angela was a bit surprised that she had a bedroom. She had assumed that Ricardo would want to take her to his bed. But at least the room was opulent. And having two personal handmaidens would not be so bad. She could get used to this.
The girls bathed her, letting her linger and luxuriate in the tub as their soft hands soaped and caressed her body. Then they dried her and led her to the bed. For the next two hours, their talented tongues worked on her body, delivering several very satisfying orgasms. At one point, the French girl was lying on her back beneath Angela who knelt above her as the Spanish girl tongued her asshole. Angela had never tried that before and found the sensations to be thrilling. She would have to repeat it with Kim and Alaine when she returned home.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” asked Ricardo at dinner.
“Yes,” replied Angela. Very excited. And thank you for the use of your girls. They were very attentive to my needs. I had no idea that the club had so many girls, though.”
“Oh, these are not the club’s girls. They are my personal slaves. I do loan them to the club on special occasions but the club has its own inventory. I will show you later in the week.”
“Wow,” breathed Angela. She wondered just how many slaves there were here. Already, she had seen a dozen. “I would enjoy seeing them.”
“Occasionally, I sell one of my girls to the club,” Ricardo continued. “But that doesn’t happen often. The economics have to be just right for me to part with one of my girls. Mostly, I just loan them for hunts or entertainment. But perhaps I should sell you to the club after I bag you tomorrow. You would be a quite popular addition to their stables.”
Angela blinked at the comment about selling her and then laughed, realizing that Ricardo was just joking. “Well, Rosa and Yvonne were very entertaining. Thank you again for their use. But I am surprised that you would consider selling me. I thought you wanted to own me for yourself.”
“You are welcome, my dear,” smiled Ricardo. “And I do intend to keep you for myself. I am looking forward to making that delectable body my property. But I am a business man also. I have to sell even things that I would prefer to keep. That is what keeps commerce working.”
Angela felt a chill rush down her spine as the conversation progressed. Was Ricardo kidding? She couldn’t be sure.
“Then I will have to try very hard not to get captured tomorrow,” she replied. “Or if I do get captured, I will have to work very hard at pleasing my master so he won’t ever even consider parting with me.”
Ricardo leaned over and placed his hand over Angela’s, giving it a light squeeze. He lifted his wine glass in the other hand and proposed a toast. “To my future property; an asset to be added to my estate.”
Angela smiled nervously but then proposed a toast of her own. “To the huntress who will claim property of her own to be added to her own collection.” She decided at that point that she would work very hard the next day at evading capture.
“We shall see, my dear. In the meantime, you may keep Rosa and Yvonne for the night. Or I can replace them with two fresh ones. But I must caution you not to stay up too late. You have a big day ahead of you.”
It was Angela’s turn to smile. “Yes I do have a big day. I would like to keep Rosa and Yvonne. But I promise to get plenty of sleep.”
She had breakfast with Ricardo the next day. Then the two girls were instructed to take her back to her room and prepare her for the hunt. She emerged from her room at eleven o’clock, ready to participate in the big event.
She passed a full length mirror in the hallway and stopped to admire herself. The outfit that the girls gave her was sexy and wild at the same time. She was dressed entirely in leather.
A scant bra was formed out of animal skins and was held in place by thin leather thongs. The half cups of the bra held and supported her full breasts and almost covered her nipples. The tops of the areolae could be seen, however, peeking above the top of the bra. Her bottoms consisted of another thin leather thong tied around her waist and resting on her hips. From it hung another small strip of leather that covered her sex but just barely. Any amount of movement or breeze would cause the strip to shift and would reveal her charms.. Nothing hung from behind, leaving her bottom naked. She also wore moccasins that laced up her calves.
The outfit looked wonderfully exotic on her. It gave her an almost feral appearance. She felt more like a jungle huntress than prey. This was going to be fun.
She met Ricardo again and he paused to admire her shapely body before leading her out to the jeep. Then the driver took them to the starting point.
Ricardo explained the rules again before they started. A single hit above the bra would result in a “kill” and she would become a slave. She would need to be hit three times below the bra or on the arms for a kill to occur. She would be given a thirty minute head start. He would start hunting her at noon and the hunt would end, one way or another, at six o’clock.
The two of them made quite a contrast as they stood together. She looked like a pornographic version of a cave woman. The skimpy leathers did nothing to conceal all of her feminine charms. If anything, the clothing highlighted all of her curves and swells and valleys. He, on the other hand, looked like he was dressed for an African safari. He carried a powerful looking rifle and had a pistol on his belt. On the other side of his body, a machete hung from the belt in its sheath.
He gave her the mark and she headed out to try to evade capture. Then he waited the allotted time. He intended to capture her but he also wanted to try to play fair if he could. He would resort to cheating if he had to, but he would try to bag her legitimately if he could.
The afternoon rolled by. She was doing a good job of hiding. She saw him several times and was able to elude him. He only saw her once. At about three o’clock, he spotted her among some rocks. He aimed just above the bra. This would give him his best chance. He fired but she turned at the last minute and the spot of blue appeared on her upper arm.
“Damn!” he thought. He would have to hit her two more times if he aimed that poorly. He fired again but she was gone by then.
Five o’clock arrived and he had no idea where she was. He opened his pack and pulled out a little electronic device. A GPS locator had been stitched into the leather of her bra and all he had to do was turn on the device to locate her. The gadget blinked to life and he saw that she was almost two miles from him. No wonder he couldn’t find her.
He started in her direction at a slow run. He would have to hurry if he was to get to her in time. As he got close to her, he pulled out some special paintballs that he had been hoping to avoid using. It was time to utilize them now, though. He loaded five of them into the rifle.
Each of the paintballs was laced with a tranquilizer that would be absorbed through the skin. As long as he did not hit leather, she would be out cold within a minute regardless of where he hit her.
He found her again, running along a stream bed. He took aim again and fired. Once again, luck was with her. She reached a boulder as he fired and stepped up on it. The paintball that should have hit her just below her neck hit her in the abdomen instead. But this time, luck was with him too.
He replaced the remaining tranquilizer paintballs with the regular ones and waited. She kept moving for a short distance and then slowed and eventually stopped. Her legs became wobbly and she reached up to press the back of her hand to her forehead. Then she crumpled to the ground. He shot her one more time, in the thigh this time,” so that she would wake up with three blue spots on her. Then he moved forward to collect his winnings.
He was far from the house so he called for a pick up. By the time the jeep rolled into the clearing, he had stripped his new slave and had bound her tightly. She lay on her back with her wrists tied tightly behind her back and her ankles crossed and bound.
“What happened?” she asked as her eyelids fluttered open.
“I captured a slavegirl,” he grinned as he looked down on her lovely nude form. “You are the newest slave.”
“I only remember two,” she said.
“There are three,” he said, crouching down. He touched each of the blue marks on her body. “You fell as I hit you the third time and you must have hit your head. Do you feel all right?”
“Yes, I feel fine,” she said. “I actually thought I was going to win.”
“You did very well,” he replied. “You almost did win.” In fact, there was less than a minute to go when she collapsed. She would have won without the aids that Ricardo employed.
“Why am I naked?” she asked after she raised her head and saw that all of her clothing was missing.
“Because I own you now,” he grinned again. “And naked is how I wanted you. You must have noticed that I keep all of my girls naked.”
“Ooooo!!!” squealed Angela. “I guess slavery begins now.”
“In more ways that you can imagine,” affirmed Ricardo.
The jeep delivered them back to the mansion. Angela was thrown in the back and rode like a piece of luggage. She did not mind, though. She had already entered her own personal sub space at that point.
Rosa and Yvonne were assigned the job of cleaning her up when they got back. Instead of taking her to the luxurious room she had before, however, they took her into a wing of the house that looked more like a barracks. They kept her bound and dunked her into the tub several times before scrubbing her body down with stiff brushes. Her earlier bath had been much different.
She was dried and then taken to another part of the building. The girls strapped her into something that looked like a dentist chair without removing the bindings. Wide leather straps were draped above her body above and below her breasts and across her tummy, effectively immobilizing her. Another strap went across her forehead so she could no longer turn it left or right.
Once she was immobilized, they released her ankle bindings and spread her legs, binding her feet into stirrups. Now, the chair resembled something more like what a gynecologist might use. With all of the bindings completed, the girls called for Ricardo.
He entered the room and admired his newest slave. He ran his palm down one of her thighs and enjoyed the firm flesh that he encountered. Then he moved between her legs and smiled at her.
“You are mine now,” he said. “I have been waiting for this moment.”
“Yes, Master,” she said. A tingle went through her body as she spoke the words. “I belong to you.”
“Yes, you do,” he smiled as she called him by his rightful title. “You are my newest, most valuable possession.”
He unzipped his pants. Yvonne dropped to her knees and helped him remove them. Then she wrapped her lips around his shaft to make sure that he was hard. It was an unnecessary act, though. He was already rock hard and had been throughout much of the day in anticipation of taking ownership of Angela.
He pushed the girl aside and then plunged his cock into Angela, causing her to gasp out her breath at the sudden intrusion. He fucked her and used her body with no regard to her needs. He was simply using her body to achieve pleasure for himself. She was moving toward an orgasm of her own from all of the arousal of the day but he climaxed and pulled out before she could be pushed over the edge. She groaned in frustration as the coupling ended prematurely.
“Bring in the cast and crew” he told the girls. They scampered out of the room and returned shortly with three women and two men. The men held cameras which they set up and aimed at Angela. Two of the women were naked. The third was dressed from head to toe in black latex with cutouts for her breasts, pussy and ass. All three women had a skull and cross bones on their asses.
“Ricardo, what is this?” Angela asked as she looked around the room, confused. This was not what she had agreed to.
“You are going to be a star, my lovely,” he replied. “It is just a small part in this movie but we will move you on to bigger roles in the future.”
“Ricardo, you can’t do this.”
“What part of slavery do you not understand, my dear? I own you. I can do whatever I want.”
“Ricardo, this isn’t right. It’s not fair.”
Ricardo stepped up to the chair. He placed one hand on a breast and brushed the backs of his fingers from the other hand across her cheek. “It may not be fair, but it is very right. That’s the beauty of slavery.”
She tried to shake her head but it was held firm by the strap across her forehead. He squeezed her breast and whispered to her. “Say anything you want. Scream if you would like to.”
Then he straightened up and turned to the men. “Roll cameras. Girls, action!”
“We caught this one lurking about down by the docks, Mistress,” said one of the naked girls.
“Good girls,” said the one dressed as a dominant in the black latex. She stepped beside the chair that held Angela and looked down at the bound woman. “Who do you work for?”
“This is an outrage!” screamed Angela. “Let me out of this chair this instant!”
Greta, the dominant one, raised a riding crop and smashed it down on Angela’s belly, eliciting a scream. “I asked you a question, girl. Answer me before I have to resort to more painful measures.”
“Let me out of here!” screamed Angela.
Again, the crop punished Angela’s belly and again she screamed. Greta turned to one of the girls. “Lindy, get between her legs. You know what to do.”
The girl stood between Angela’s wide-stretched legs and ran a finger between the petals that were already wet from the arousal of the hunt and Ricardo’s recent fucking. She inserted a finger and moved it in and out. Under normal circumstances, Angela would enjoy having the beautiful girl play with her sex, but these were not normal circumstances. She was disgusted that she was being filmed as part of a porno movie. She had recognized the skull and cross bones as the brand marks for the movies that John was always buying.
“Don’t touch me! Let me go!!!”
CRACK!!! The crop crashed into her belly again and she screamed again. The girl kept moving her fingers in and out of Angela and slowly started adding fingers. When four fingers were stretching her sex, Angela realized what was about to happen. She screamed and begged.
“Please no! Please don’t do that! Please no!” But within moments, the thumb found its place alongside the fingers and the whole hand was thrust through. She was being fisted as she was being forced into a porno movie. Oh god!
“”I will not ask you again,” said Greta slowly and calmly. “Who do you work for?”
“I don’t work for anyone!” screamed Angela. She looked desperately at Ricardo who just stood there smiling at her.
“Zara, she needs some more encouragement,” said Greta. The other naked girl stepped to the side of the table. She held a thick needle to the side of Angela’s left nipple and slowly started pushing it inward. Angela shrieked.
“Ricardo! Stop her! We had an agreement! Stop her!”
The needle punctured the skin and Angela shrieked again. Pain coursed through her breast and still the girl kept pushing. Eventually, the needle emerged from the other side. The girl attached a ring to the end of the needle and pulled it through, finally locking the ring in place.
Ricardo watched with amusement. He had decided back on the island that these breasts would look perfect with rings; possibly even wide gold hoops. And he didn’t mind her calling out his name during the filming. That could be cut during editing.
The fist was moving around inside of her, causing discomfort, as the second girl moved around the table to the other side. “Who do you work for?”
“This has gone far enough!” screeched Angela. “Let me go!”
Greta nodded to Zara and the girl started pushing the needle through the second nipple. It was accompanied by screams and pleas for mercy. But before long, that breast also had a ring.
Angela was reacting perfectly as far as Ricardo was concerned. A seasoned actress could not have performed a better combination of indignation mixed with fear and shock. He had planned to ring her anyways so he decided to write her into the script of his latest movie. It would kill two birds with one stone.
He would include her in future productions. And he would sell her to the club where she would be branded with the skull and cross bones. Then she could play more substantial roles.
“I don’t work for anybody,” Angela shrieked. The needle was at her sex and was poised to penetrate her clit hood. “I work for the CIA!” she screamed. “The FBI! The army!”
The needle was slowly pushed through the vulnerable little piece of flesh and Angela howled again. The third ring was now in place.
The hand inside of her had been still during the installation of the third ring. Now, it came to life again. It started pistoning in and out of the beautiful bound woman, crashing into her cervix time and again. Each time, she grunted or shrieked. It kept pounding. Greta kept asking the question. Angela kept shrieking. Eventually the pain overwhelmed her. She passed out.
Chapter 15
“Here’s my little slavegirl,” smiled John as he found Angela in the baggage claim area. Her plane had arrived only minutes earlier.
“Ha ha,” she replied. But she welcomed his embrace and trembled slightly as he held her.
“That was certainly an interesting vacation,” he commented. “Not what one normally thinks of as a getaway. But I’m glad you are home safe and sound.”
“Oh, John,” she blurted. “It was horrible. Oh my god! You were so right. I never should have gone.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” he agreed as he continued to hold her. He did not know all of the details about her week away but the few that he did know about were pretty bad. He hoped that she was not too traumatized by her ordeal.
“But you did go,” he continued. “And what’s done is done. I’m only glad that we got you home safe and sound.” He had more to tell her but that would wait. He needed to get her home to her family first.
Angela started sobbing. She had been successful until now at holding back the tears. But now, in the safety of her husband’s arms, the dam broke and the tears were flowing freely. He let her cry and continued to comfort her. She had no luggage so he gave her a couple of minutes of sobbing before leading her to the car and driving her home.
Once home, Angela greeted her children and slaves and then John took her to their bedroom. He wanted to hear about her week and he wanted to make love with her. Her story would have to wait until after they fucked, though.
“Oh, Master,” she sighed as they cuddled together after their coupling. “It just kept going from bad to worse.” He raised his eyebrows at being called Master and wondered if it was just a slip of the tongue.
“Ricardo reneged on the agreement as soon as he bagged me,” she said. He claimed that the Spanish language contract allowed him to do what he was doing. But she knew that the English version that she had read did not. Unfortunately, it was the Spanish one that she had signed.
“He started off by putting these in,” she said, pointing to her three piercings.
John let his finger circle each of the nipple rings and then hooked his finger in one, tugging slightly on it. “I think they look very sexy. They look good on my new slavegirl.”
“That’s not funny, John.”
He silenced her protest by kissing her but he continued to toy with the nipple ring. He truly did like the new look. When the kiss ended, she went on with her story.
“He was brutal. Everything he did was trying to break me or humiliate me. He makes pornographic movies and he kept filming me for parts in the movies. He’s the skull and cross bones guy.”
“Oh,” said John. “Well, at least he makes good movies.”
“John!” she admonished. “He put me in those movies!”
“I can’t wait to see you in them,” he grinned.
“John!” she reprimanded him again. “I’m your wife! I shouldn’t be in those kinds of movies! But thankfully, I won’t. All of that was lost in the fire.”
“There was a fire?”
“I’ll get to that in a little bit. Let me finish telling you how horrible he was.”
John settled back to listen as he kept alternating between the nipples, tugging on the rings and teasing her.
“After he marred my body with these rings, I was gang raped by the men who work at the ranch. There must have been at least twenty of them. They kept at me until deep into the night. Then, when they were finished, they threw me in a cage. I never felt so hopeless in all my life.”
“The next day, he announced that he was exercising his conversion option. He claimed that the contract had a clause that allowed him to make the slavery permanent at any point during the week. He made it permanent. And I wanted to die.”
“I wondered how you ended up on the auction block,” he said. He still hadn’t figured out how she ended up being offered for sale.
It certainly had been quite a week. It was only a little over two weeks earlier that Cedric had staged the mock sale of Angela. She had looked stunning as she was affixed to the pole on the auction block. She had looked frightened and shocked but she was so sexy and beautiful and erotic. But now, two weeks later, it had happened for real. His beautiful wife had been sold for real. She truly was a slave. He was so happy that he had her home again.
“No, that’s not how,” she said. “I’ll get to that part later.”
John raised his eyebrows. Now he was really confused. What else had happened during the week his wife was away?
“The next day, he was filming another movie,” she went on. “I was gang raped again but this time it was by a pack of dogs. Oh, John, it was so horrible. I shouldn’t even be telling you about this. But I have to.”
Angela shuddered as she thought back to her day with the dogs. Once again, another actress played the role of a mistress. In the story, the mistress ran a dog training academy and the dogs were being trained to fuck women on command. During the filming in the morning, the mistress was focusing on getting the dogs to like to fuck a woman. Angela was turned loose in a fenced-in area with at least a dozen male dogs. It did not take them long to realize that there was a female among them and they started chasing her. Angela evaded them for a few moments but they quickly tackled her. One dog placed his teeth on either side of her neck and growled when she tried to get up. At that point, it was an easy task for the dogs to mount her. One after another, they mounted her and fucked her. Some even took her twice. Throughout the ordeal, the three cameramen recorded the rape from different angles to make sure that they caught all of the action.
In the afternoon, the plot called for a dog to learn how to fuck on command. Angela was strapped to a bench with her knees on the ground and her torso lying on the bench. Her bottom was completely exposed and vulnerable in this position.
“Fuck,” the mistress commanded. The dog looked at her, confused.
“Fuck,” the mistress repeated. Still, the dog just looked at her. The mistress attached a leash to the dog’s collar and led him to Angela. She pulled the dog’s nose to Angela’s sex and the dog started licking the juicy treat. It was not long until the dog figured out what to do with the treat and he mounted Angela. Angela wailed and protested but the dog just kept pumping.
“Fuck,” the mistress said as soon as the dog penetrated the slavegirl. She let the dog pump away for several minutes before she called out again. “Stop.”
The dog had no desire to or intention of stopping and just continued his enjoyment of his human bitch. The mistress called out “stop” again and used the leash to pull the dog off of Angela. Then the commands started again with the mistress helping the dog to learn by using the leash.
“Fuck.” “Stop.” Fuck.” “Stop.” At the end of two hours, the dog had learned the commands and was obeying. It was time to learn a new command.
“Ass,” commanded the mistress.
Angela cringed as she heard the new order. She knew exactly what would happen. And just as she expected, the mistress positioned the dog and guided its cock into her asshole. “Ass,” she repeated to reinforce the training.
“Ass.” “Stop.” “Ass.” Stop.” For another hour, Angela was repeatedly sodomized by her canine rapist until he learned this command.
“Fuck.” “Stop.” Ass.” “Stop.” Angela was dying a thousand deaths as she was repeatedly raped by the dog. Finally, the dog climaxed in her pussy, spewing copious amounts of its seed into the bound and naked slavegirl.
“Good boy,” the mistress praised him. The girl received no praise or any other attention from the trainer.
John felt his cock starting to stir. The thought of his beautiful wife being fucked by a dog was very arousing to him. He wished he could have witnessed that.
“The next day, he ringed me again. Only this time it was through my nose.” She tilted her head and he could see that a hole had indeed been punched through her septum. The thought of his wife being led around by a nose ring finished fortifying his cock and he slid forward, burying it in her sex.
“John, how can you be aroused by that? It was so degrading! It made me feel like livestock.”
“I’m sure you were beautiful livestock; a beautiful, sexy slavegirl,” he replied as he slowly thrust in and out of her tight, warm pussy.
“I spent the day hooked to a plow, pulling it through garden beds until I was too exhausted to even move. Then they carried me to the barn to brand me.”
“They branded you?” he asked incredulously.
“No,” she replied. “Thankfully not. But I was going to wear that scull and cross bones that you like so much on my butt.”
“What happened?” he asked as he slid into her again, completely burying his cock in her body.
“We were rescued,” she said. “Well, rescue is not the right word. We were rescued from Ricardo but it was like going from the frying pan into the fire.”
Someone had hired a team of mercenaries to raid the ranch. A Texas billionaire’s daughter had been kidnapped and enslaved by Ricardo. The mercenaries were there to rescue her. Ricardo was killed during the raid as were most of the guards who he had hired to protect him.
But the deal was that, in addition to the exorbitant sum of money that the billionaire paid them, the mercenaries would get to keep anything they found at the ranch. Angela was one of those anythings. They claimed her and a dozen other women as slaves. Then, after they finished looting the ranch, they burned it to the ground. Hopefully, the films of Angela burned with it.
“That night, they raped us over and over again. Then they threw us in cages and carted us off in their trucks.”
“Wow!” uttered John. Things really did seem to go from bad to worse for his wife during the week.
“They flew us to Morocco and gave us to some slavers. That’s how I ended up getting sold.”
“Cedric didn’t tell me that part,” said John. Cedric had learned that Angela was to be sold at a competing organization’s auction and had called John to alert him. That was the only thing that saved her. Had it not been for Cedric, Angela could easily have ended up as a harem girl to some sheik. But Angela only knew part of the story. John would have to find the right way to tell his wife the rest of the story.
“It was terrifying,” Angela continued. “The whole process was terrifying; and dehumanizing.”
She described what happened to her as she was “processed” for sale. They had given her a tattoo with her slave serial number on it. John wanted to see this but decided to wait until he finished fucking his wife. Plus, he wanted to hear the rest of her story.
He reached down and started toying with her clit ring, tugging on it and flicking his finger over the tiny bud. He knew he shouldn’t be so excited by her story but he found the whole ordeal to be highly erotic. Beautiful Angela had been captured by one male and then claimed by a group of males who then sold her. This was a story line worthy of a movie; or a wet dream.
John’s toying with her clit was having an effect on her. She was nearly delirious with lust as they coupled and most of the story was garbled and unintelligible. John would have to have her repeat it later. “At least her slavery hasn’t affected her sexuality,” thought John as he continued to pump into his wife’s body.
The toying with her clit finally pushed her over the edge as she exploded into orgasm. “Oh, Master,” she groaned. “Thank you for buying me.”
John climaxed also and continued to stroke slowly in and out of Angela’s warm, inviting body until he finally softened and slipped out. Then he held her and rehearsed in his mind how to tell her.
“Love,” he started after she had recovered, “I don’t know how to tell you this. But I didn’t buy you.”
“You didn’t?” she asked in disbelief. “Then how did I get released?”
“Well,” John fumbled for words. “Technically you weren’t released. You have been loaned to me.”
“What?!?!?!?!” she gasped. Then he told her about his phone conversation with Cedric two days earlier.
“I thought you should know, Mr. Dawson,” Cedric had said. “I will do what I can but it will be quite impossible to get you an invitation to the auction. This is not my organization that is selling your wife. And as you might expect, they are very cautious. They go through a lengthy vetting process, just as we do.”
“Do what you can,” said John. “Money is no object.” Then they hung up and Cedric called back thirty minutes later.
“Here is my offer, Mr. Dawson,” Cedric started. “Please hear me out and do not get upset. It will result in the return of your wife but there will be strings attached to the offer.”
He paused for a moment and then continued. “Despite trading in human flesh for most of my career, I have never owned a girl. I think it is time to change that.”
“What do you mean, Cedric?” asked a confused John.
“I mean that I plan to buy Angela,” Cedric replied. “But I don’t mean to be selfish with her. And I don’t want her to entirely give up her life. Her life is what defines her and to deprive her of it will change her. I do not want her changed. I will share her with you and your family.”
“What?!?!?!?!?” sputtered John. “Are you crazy?”
“I am most certainly not,” he replied with his calm island accent.
“Then what are you proposing, exactly?”
“I plan to buy Angela,” said Cedric. “There is no way for you to buy her and I would hate to see her end up as a slave elsewhere. And I have amassed a small fortune of my own from my work. I will buy her. She will become my private stock.”
John listened as Cedric continued. “I would truly love to have her with me always and permanently. But it would not be fair to Angela. And as I said, I want her as she is; not as a mindless, changed slavegirl. I will share her with you.”
“Share my wife with me?” asked John incredulously. He was dumbstruck about what he was hearing.
“Yes, Mr. Dawson,” affirmed Cedric. “I will share Angela. She will be my property but I will allow her to live with you and your family. I will only require her for my use for three months out of each year.”
John started off confused and then became angry. The conversation went on for close to an hour. In the end, John was resigned to the new arrangement. It was better than losing Angela forever. She was to be sold within the hour. Maybe someday, he would be able to buy her and own her completely.
“Do not fear, Mr. Dawson,” said Cedric as the conversation ended. “I will be a kind owner. But I simply must possess Angela. She is extraordinary. It is the first time that I have wanted to take title to someone.”
Angela had been silent as John related the conversation and told her of her new status in life. She shuddered a few times and eventually had to close her eyes to block out the world. How had things changed so much and so fast?
“Do the children know?” she asked when John finally finished.
“No, they don’t know anything other than you went to Cuchilla for your little slavery adventure. We’ll have to come up with some kind of story for when Cedric summons you. But we have time to work on that.”
“Yes, Master,” was all she said.
Chapter 16
“Yes Master” kept ringing in his head. Angela had quickly fallen asleep after he finished telling her about the arrangement with Cedric and he cradled her in his arms as she slumbered. It had been an exhausting week for her.
She had called him master; several times. What caused that? What should he do? Maybe the week had changed her. Maybe learning that she was now owned by Cedric had changed her. Maybe that inner slave that she talked about before the trip had emerged and taken over.
He could easily justify treating her as a slave. After all, she technically was a slave now. She had been registered as a slave. And Cedric had ownership papers for her.
Plus, he had long fantasized about Angela as a slave. She was extraordinarily beautiful and exceedingly sexual. During the week before her trip when he had temporarily enslaved her, she was stunningly erotic. She seemed to blossom in her newfound role as a slave.
But she was his wife. It was one thing to enslave her for a week to try to teach her a lesson. And that could almost be thought of as a game. Full time slavery to Cedric and to him would be much different and would change their relationship forever. He would have to think long and hard about this.
In the morning, he decided that he would let things get back to normal as much as possible during the periods when Angela was at home. As much as he wanted to enslave Angela, he would let her return to her roles as wife, mother and mistress. He was sure they could play at master and slave in the future and that would have to satisfy his fantasies.
Angela stayed in the bedroom for much of the morning and John did not disturb her. He knew she had to sort out a lot of things in her mind. When she finally did emerge, it was lunch time and she found the family in the kitchen enjoying their meal. Two naked slavegirls were serving soup and sandwiches.
“Hi, Mom,” said Jenna when Angela stepped into the kitchen. This greeting was repeated by Jack and John got up from his seat to hug his wife.
“Hi family,” Angela smiled. She sat down and Alaine and Kim scurried to get her food. They chatted throughout the meal but not a word was spoken about Angela’s previous week. John was pleased with that. Angela needed time to process.
“So have you been sold lately, Mom?” asked Jack teasingly after everyone had finished eating. Angela’s face went white at the question and she tensed.
Jenna giggled. “She was! Wow, Mom’s really getting into the slave scene.”
Then she turned to her father. “How much did she cost this time?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” John replied. But his blushing gave away the fact that he was lying. “Two weeks ago was all staged, you know.”
Jack nodded slowly. “Yes, I know that two weeks ago was. But what happened last week? Were you sold again?”
“Jack,” said John. “Your mother just got back from a long trip. Let’s not bug her.”
Jack and Jenna both stared at their mother. Her face was still blanched and she cast her eyes down, afraid to look at her children. Both of them instantly knew the answer to that question. That’s when Angela’s fate was sealed. Jack stood up from the table and placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder.
“Come, girl.”
Angela took a deep breath and paused for a moment before standing. “Yes, Master.”
John watched in disbelief at how readily Angela accepted her new status. A week earlier, she had protested and resisted. Now, she was willingly admitting that she was property.
“You are overdressed, girl,” said Jack.
“Yes, Master,” Angela repeated. She quickly undressed and stood before Jack. Two weeks earlier, she had blushed furiously. Now, she seemed undisturbed by her nudity.
Jack started to leave to enjoy his new girl but Jenna spoke up. “Wait, Jack. Don’t take her yet.”
Jenna stood up and walked to Angela. She lifted a plump breast in her palm and traced the gold ring with a finger from her other hand. “These look good on you, girl.”
This did cause Angela to blush. During her earlier bout of slavery, Jenna had shown no interest in her. Now, her daughter held her breast in her hand and was fondling her intimately. Jenna lowered the breast and crouched down. She hooked her finger in the clit ring and lifted, raising the clit hood and exposing the sensitive little nubbin there. Then she trailed a finger down between the labia which were parted and slippery with arousal.
“I like the newest slave, Dad,” offered Jenna. She stroked up and down a few times and then pushed her finger between the slick petals and into Angela’s love channel. “She’s very responsive. And I love the new jewelry.”
John was at a loss for words. He would have come to Angela’s aid to protect her if she showed any signs of discomfort. But other than the blushing, she showed every sign of accepting her slavery. He watched Jenna’s finger sliding slowly into Angela’s sex and had to shake his head to clear it before responding.
“Yes, she’s extraordinary,” he finally managed to say. “She will serve us well.”
“Time to go now, girl,” said Jack. Angela obediently turned toward him, ready to be led away.
“I get her tonight,” said Jenna. They all watched as Jack led the newest slave out of the kitchen and into her new life.
The End
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