First Slave

First Slave

By captv8td

Captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Angela saw the slight nod from the woman.  That was her cue.  She stepped forward as she had a dozen other times earlier this evening.  This was the last one so it would be her final chore for the evening.

She stood behind the girl.  They were all so young tonight; beautiful but young.  The naked redheaded girl who was fastened to the short post with her wrists cuffed behind her trembled.  Angela wished that she could whisper something reassuring to the girl.  But she couldn’t.  Any communication would be punished.  Plus, she had nothing reassuring to say.  The girl’s life was about to change forever and her past was about to be removed completely.

Angela knew her task and she performed it.  She reached around the girl and placed her palms beneath the teenager’s breasts.  The girl tensed as her hands came in contact with the soft, warm flesh.  Angela heard muffled protests but nothing intelligible came out of the girl’s mouth.  The gags they used here were very effective.

Angela glanced up at one of the screens.  Around the perimeter of the room, many widescreen television monitors were mounted to allow everyone in the audience to easily see all of the activities on the stage, regardless of where they were seated.

The current view had zoomed in.  The girl’s breasts and Angela’s hands were at the bottom of the frame.  Their faces could be seen clearly at the top of the frame.  The girl’s eyes betrayed the terror that she was feeling and Angela felt sorry for the young thing.  Angela’s face was clearly displayed and, once again, she saw herself with the nose ring that went through her septum and rested on her lower lip.

She lifted the girl’s breasts.  That was her only function on the stage.  The flesh was firm and soft and warm.  But the girl was not very well endowed causing Angela to wonder why she had been saved for the last sale.  They always seemed to save the best one for last.  Sure, she was beautiful; strikingly beautiful, in fact.  But buyers these days always seemed to value big breasts in the slaves that they bought here.

Angela adjusted her hands as she held the breasts up.  She guessed that the girl used to wear B cup bras, although her days of wearing bras were now behind her.  She would likely be kept naked for the rest of her life.  Angela glanced at the screen again and shifted her fingers again.  With big-breasted girls, she never had to worry.  With small-breasted ones, there was always the worry that she would be hurt.

Thwack!!!  The cane sliced through the air.  Angela felt the impact through the twin mounds that she cradled in her palms and heard the high-pitched shriek that tried to escape past the gag.  She looked at one of the monitors again and saw the angry red line streaking across the soft, vulnerable upper swells of the girl’s breasts.

Her job was done.  She released the breasts and then returned to her spot at the back of the stage.

“Notice how beautifully this girl marks,” she heard the auctioneer announce.  The woman had been talking earlier when Angela was doing her task but somehow Angela had been able to block out the monologue.  “She is prime quality and will be a wonderful addition to anyone’s collection or harem or stables.  She is sixteen and we offer her to you today for her first time on the auction block.”

“Oh,” the auctioneer continued.  “I should add two things.  She is a virgin and that has been confirmed and certified in her deed.  And she is the daughter of George Abercrombie Lewis.”

Angela heard a collective gasp from the audience as they heard the news.  Angela knew that George Lewis was a famous British actor and that he had been born to a very wealthy family.  He was currently one of the ten richest men in the world, thanks to his various inheritances and did not have to work at all.  But he was a highly sought after actor.  At the same time, he was one of the most despised men in the world because of his arrogance.

“Her lineage traces back to English royalty,” the auctioneer added.  “Now what am I bid for this famous royal beauty?”

Angela blocked out the remaining sounds as she stood at the back of the stage.  She became lost in thoughts of her own.  This girl’s life changed tonight.  Her own life had changed six months earlier.

It had been her own fault and she blamed nobody but herself.  Cedric had warned her.  So had her husband who had tried every conceivable way to keep her from doing what she planned to do.  But she was too headstrong to listen to their warnings.  She was too sure of herself.

Now she was property, just like the girl in front of her who was being sold.  She was owned by Cedric.  But she couldn’t even blame Cedric for her new status in life.  He had bought her to save her from some unknown and probably horrible fate.

But he did own her now.  That much was firmly established.  He allowed her to return to her family but he retained the rights to summon her for three months out of every year.  She was just finishing her term of his latest summons.  In two days, she would return to her family.

That did not mean that she would return to normalcy, however.  Cedric owned her completely.  She had been captured and processed into slavery.  She had a tattoo with her slave serial number to prove that.  So she was not free even when she returned home.  Cedric had offered her husband an arrangement.  While Cedric would always retain ownership of her, John would be allowed to rent his wife during periods when she was not serving Cedric.  Cedric did not charge for the rental.  Well, actually he did but the one dollar per year rental fee was just to make the arrangement seem more like a real contract.

In two days, she would be returned to her family.  But she wasn’t sure that she was looking forward to that.  She had grown to feel safe in this island compound of these slavers.  She knew what her status was.  Life was not predictable here by any means, but she knew her role.  She was a slave.  She was owned by Cedric.

At home, she never knew what to expect.  She had been really looking forward to being returned home after the first time Cedric summoned her.  But her life had been a confused swirl of conflicting roles.  It was uncomfortable for her; very uncomfortable.

“The auction is over, my beautiful bird.”  She heard Cedric’s voice and turned toward her, seeing her owner smiling at her.

Angela quickly tucked her hands in the small of her back, arching her back to thrust out her chest.  This was the way her owner wanted her to present.  There was very little of the silly kneeling and other poses that many of the owners employed.  Cedric simply wanted his girl to display her charms.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  She was not sure why he referred to her as a bird.  A year and a half earlier, he had sold a group of six college friends.  He described them as the birds and said that there would never be a finer collection of female flesh ever sold again on the same night.  For some reason, he had thrown her into the company of the six birds, although for the life of her, she could not figure out why.

She had bought two of the birds; one eighteen months earlier and one six months earlier.  And she had met two more of the six college friends earlier during this visit to the island of the slavers.  Each of them was truly exceptional.  Kim and Alaine belonged to her.  At least they used to.  She wasn’t sure what her status as owner of girls was now that she herself was also owned.  Both of them were gorgeous.

She met Tempest and Elke two weeks earlier when they visited the island with their mistress.  They were gorgeous also.  Each of the four ‘birds’ who she knew was very different from the others.  The only things that they had in common were their beauty, their poise, and their friendship.

“I have to go to supervise the transactions,” he said with his island accent.  She had never asked her large black owner which of the islands he was from.  That would probably have been too forward of a slave.  She assumed that he was originally from Jamaica, though.  “Would you like to come along or should I have you delivered back home?”

“I would like to be with you, Master.”  Where did that sentence come from?  Six months earlier, that would have been an unthinkable response; especially since she had just volunteered to go where all of the beautiful, innocent teenagers who had just been auctioned off were having their sales finalized.  The money would change hands and then the girls would be taken off to their new lives with their new owners.  It would be so sad to witness.

“Come along, pet,” he smiled at her response.  “Would you like me to leash you?”

“Only if it pleases you to do so, Master,” Angela replied.  “I will follow you with or without the leash.”

Chapter 2

For some reason, there was only one settlement table tonight.  With thirteen young bodies to sell, that meant that there was a backup as the transactions were slowly finalized.

Angela stood off to the side where Cedric usually fastened her and simply watched the group of owners waiting for their turn to complete their purchase.  Some of them looked overjoyed at the item they had just bought.  Some of the others looked impatient at the long line and slow process.

“I thought that was you up there,” she heard a female with a British accent say.  She turned her head in the direction of the voice.

“Oh god,” she muttered.  “Hello, Fiona.”

“Hello, Angela, dear,” said Fiona, the mistress she had met six months earlier when she was visiting the island to purchase Alaine.  “This is a pleasant surprise; a very pleasant surprise indeed.”

Fiona reached out with both hands and let her fingertips glide down the outer swells of Angela’s breasts.  In another time, she would have grasped the offending hands and pulled them away; probably even slapping the owner of the hands.  But this was not another time.  This was today.  This was her fate.  Instead, she kept her hands tucked into the small of her back and thrust her chest out even further as if offering her full breasts to the mistress.

“How did you end up back here like this?” asked Fiona.  She had moved her fingertips up the beautiful mounds and now had one finger hooked in each of the gold hoops in Angela’s pierced nipples.  “I like these new additions, by the way.”

Angela shook her head slightly as she tried to figure out how to explain her present situation.  “It’s a long story, Mistress.”

Fiona smiled at the response.  “So I’m Mistress to you now, am I?  I like that change also.  Who owns you now?  Maybe I’ll talk to them and see if I can borrow you long enough to hear your story.”

“I belong to Cedric now,” explained Angela.

“Really?” asked a surprised Fiona.  “I did not realize that he had such good taste in slaves.  Wait right here.  I’ll be right back.”  And then Angela watched Fiona walk toward Cedric and engage him in conversation.

Their conversation seemed to take forever.  Angela watched as one spoke and then the other.  She saw one of them shaking their head occasionally and then speaking again.  She glanced around the room and saw that the line had not seemed to dwindle one bit and saw that more people were looking impatient.

She watched her owner and the mistress talking and wondered what all of the discussion was about.  She wished she could hear it.  Then again, it was probably better that she couldn’t.  It would only be embarrassing for her, she decided.

“That’s not the girl I bought, I tell you!” she heard a male shout. She looked back to the settlement table to see what the commotion was about.

“Which one do you think you bought?” asked the woman behind the table.

“That one!” said the male as he pointed through the plate glass wall to another one of the girls.  The girls were in a separate room and each was affixed to a post by the cuffs that held their hands behind their backs.

“No, you didn’t!” a woman said with a raised voice.  “I bought that one!”

She saw Cedric appear at the table.  Apparently, he was going to sort the mess out personally.  She turned her head back and saw Fiona approaching her again.

Fiona produced a leash and attached it to Angela’s nose ring.  “They’ll be hours sorting this one out.  Come, pretty pony.”  She tugged on the leash.  Angela gasped but instantly followed for fear of losing part of her nose.

Angela walked behind Fiona as she was led out of the room and then out of the building.  Pretty pony?  What was that all about?  She remembered that Fiona bought girls for her club and made them available as pony girls to her members.  Maybe she just called all slave girls pony.

“You are an expensive one,” said Fiona once she had led Angela back to her bungalow.  “That was not the smartest business decision of my life but I’m sure it will be worth it.  Here, let’s get that ring out of your nose.”

Fiona tugged on the leash again and Angela dutifully stepped up to her.  Then the mistress grasped and turned the ring until she could unsnap it and remove it.  At least that was one thing Angela could be thankful.  She hated that ring and had hated it since the day her septum had been pierced six months earlier.

Angela had many questions.  But she did not know what the rules were here.  Cedric allowed her to ask as many questions as she liked as long as she was sliding up and down on his cock.  How would Fiona react to questions?  She decided not to find out.

Fiona was fiddling with her breasts and was removing the hoops that went through her nipples.  Angela did not hate those nearly as much as the nose ring.  She never would have gotten her nipples pierced on her own but she had received so many compliments about them in the past six months that she almost came to appreciate them.  Fiona leaned down and kissed each of the nipples after the hoops were removed.

“There,” smiled Fiona.  “Now you look more like my pretty pony.  But you sure are an expensive pony.”

Finally, Angela could not take it any longer.  Her curiosity had built to the point where it was boiling over.  “Why do you keep say that I was an expensive one?”

Fiona laughed and reached up, bouncing Angela’s breasts in her hands.  “Because you are.  Cedric drives a hard bargain.”

Angela gasped.  “Did Cedric sell me?”

Fiona tittered in a way that only the British upper class seemed to be able to pull off.  “No, he didn’t sell you; at least not entirely.  He gave me occasional rights to you, though.”

“What does that mean?”

Fiona cleared her throat.  “Aren’t you forgetting something, pretty pony?”

Angela furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought and then she realized what point Fiona was making.  “What does that mean, Mistress?”

“It means that I will have rights to this tight, beautiful body each time Cedric summons you.”  Fiona placed her hands on each of Angela’s shoulders and then let them run down her arms, squeezing occasionally.

“Each time Cedric summons you,” she went on, “you will report to me for the first week.  My place should keep you fit and toned.”

Then Fiona tittered again and continued.  “Think of me as your maintenance plan.  We’ll get you harnessed up and then your cute little ass off.  We’ll try this arrangement for a year and then see about extending it.”

Fiona had slipped a pair of cuffs onto Angela’s wrists and then attached them together behind her back.  She stepped away and pushed a button on the wall which lowered a chain from the ceiling.

“Why would he do that, Mistress?”

“For my business, of course,” tittered Fiona as she attached the hook at the end of the chain to the cuffs.

“Your business?”

“Yes, dearie.  For my business.  He knows I use several different auction houses.  Now, I will only use his.  And in exchange, I get you.”

“Wow,” breathed Angela as she felt her wrists being pulled skyward.  She couldn’t believe that Cedric had done that.  She had been bartered for business purposes.  Now, more than ever before, she truly felt like property.  She was simply an asset to utilize.  She started to immediately feel the strain in her shoulders and bent forward at the waist to relieve the stress.  “Do you buy many slaves?”

“Oh my, yes,” replied Fiona.  And then she picked up a riding crop and gave Angela’s vulnerable bottom a strike for failing to add Mistress to her question.  She kept the chain moving until Angela’s torso was horizontal.  “Quite a few.  I like to freshen the club’s inventory annually for the members.”

Fiona stood beside Angela and ran her hand down the slave’s back, enjoying the silky softness of the former mistress who she now owned a piece of.  “Cedric’s place always has the most beautiful merchandise but it’s rarely athletic enough. Speed and endurance are also important qualities in my ponies and I have always looked elsewhere in the past for that.

Angela knew that she should be used to the way that people talked around here.  Fiona had just described girls as merchandise.  A little earlier, she referred to them as inventory.  She thought she would never quite get accustomed to thinking of other humans in those terms.

Fiona crouched down on one knee and observed the perfectly formed, large breasts which were dangling beneath Angela’s chest.  She stroked the full outer swell of the one closest to her.  “But I guess we can give up a little speed at the club for awhile while I entertain myself with these.”

She gripped the breast at the base and drew her fingers downward toward the nipple.  She repeated this several times, enjoying the texture of the beautiful mound.  “Did you nurse your children?”

Angela fidgeted slightly as the woman toyed with her breasts.  “Yes, Mistress.”

Fiona continued her actions on the breast, almost as if she was milking the slave.  “I don’t suppose you are still lactating?”

Angela gasped at the question.  “No, Mistress.  I’m not.”

“Pity,” remarked Fiona as she shifted her attention to the other breast, squeezing and stroking and tugging on the firm orb.  “That can be corrected, though.  I’ll have to talk to Cedric about having my vet take care of that.”

This brought a fresh gasp to Angela’s lips.  She couldn’t believe the woman could even consider doing something like that.  Then again, this woman specialized in treating other women like livestock.  If she could treat them as ponies, she was probably capable of treating them like cows.  Angela shook her head, trying to clear the thought from her mind.

“What’s the matter, pretty pony?” asked Fiona as she continued her milking action.  “You don’t like the idea of feeding me from your udders?”

Angela shook her head again.  “No, Mistress.  I don’t like that idea at all.”

Fiona laughed and stood up again.  “We’ll see.  I’ll have to try to get you out on the track first before I’ll know how you will fit in at the club.”

The mistress moved behind the former mistress and gripped her bottom cheeks, prying them apart.  This drew another gasp from Angela but there was no way to escape the indignity without dislocating her shoulders.  Angela felt a fingertip circling her asshole and shuddered.

“Has anything ever been in this tight little spot?” asked Fiona as she pressed her fingertip against the center of the little sphincter.

Angela groaned, more from the question than from having her little pucker toyed with.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Oh good,” Fiona said.  “Because that’s where your tail goes.  Sometimes new ponies are a bit skittish about that.”  Fiona pushed harder in the center of the pink rosebud until finally it yielded.  She only let her fingertip inside because she had not lubricated it but she wiggled it back and forth, drawing another gasp from the bound beauty.

“I know a bit about your story,” Fiona continued.  “Part of it came out while we were negotiating.  Why don’t you tell me everything from when you left the island after I met you six months ago.  That was the last time I saw you.”

Angela drew in a deep breath and nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.  But could you let my arms down?  It’s starting to hurt.”

“Oh, poor little pony,” replied Fiona with a touch of mocking in her voice.  “Yes, I’ll let you down if I like the story.”

Angela groaned as she heard the response.  The strain in her shoulders was becoming increasingly painful but she started to tell the story of her enslavement.  She described how Ricardo had tricked her and enslaved her.  She told about the mercenary raid and how Ricardo had been killed.  And she told Fiona about how the mercenaries had flown the girls that they liberated from Ricardo to Morocco and sold them.  “They even tattooed a number on me!” she said indignantly.

“Yes, I’m looking at it now,” was Fiona’s reply.  “At least it was tastefully done.  Some places do an awful job.”

Angela felt Fiona remove her finger from her little pucker and rub it lightly across her perineum where the serial number was tattooed.  “You look much better as a slave than you did as a mistress.  I even thought that when I first met you.  I would have bought you in a heartbeat that weekend if you had been for sale.  Instead, I ended up with that busty blonde who can hardly even pull a cart.”

Fiona slid her finger lower and traced Angela’s labia which were slick with her arousal.  “Cedric said something about summoning you when he wants you and renting you to your family the rest of the time.  How does that work?”

“Oh god,” groaned Angela.  She had left out the part about her family and had been hoping to avoid that altogether.  That was probably the most embarrassing part of her current situation these days.

“Cedric is my owner, Mistress,” Angela responded.  “But he did not want me to lose my family or the rest of my life.  So he rents me to my family for one dollar per year.”

Fiona pushed a finger between the juicy folds of Angela’s sex and started to slowly stroke in and out of her.  “I see.  So they know all about you being a slave now?”

Angela sucked in her breath again as the finger started to send unwanted thrills through her captive body.  “Yes, Mistress.  They know everything.”

“Everything?” asked Fiona with a little bit of disbelief in her voice.  So does that mean that they’ll know about me owning a piece of your precious little body?”

Angela felt her face blushing at the question.  “Yes, Mistress; probably.  Cedric seems to keep my husband very well informed.  He even sometimes sends him video of me when I am on the island.  I was surprised at how much he knew the last time I got home.”

“I see,” nodded Fiona.  “And what do your children know?  You have two if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I have two children.  And they know everything also,” replied Angela.  It was becoming harder to concentrate as Fiona kept adding fingers to her sex.  It felt like three fingers were now stretching her widely.

“How interesting,” remarked Fiona.  She was surprised at how wet Angela was, especially considering how uncomfortable she must be both with the bondage and with the conversation topic.  She truly was meant to be a slave and Fiona looked forward to enjoying this marvelous girl.

The mistress put all of her fingers together along with her thumb and started pushing into the vulnerable girl.  Angela was groaning as she felt her sex being stretched wider and wider by the intruding hand.  This was not the first time she would be fisted but she never enjoyed it.  The act was so demeaning in her mind and it always served as a reminder that her body know longer belonged to her.  Angela couldn’t believe that this woman who she used to think of as a friend could do something like this.

Fiona finally worked her entire hand into the groaning woman’s sex.  It was amazing that she had been able to do that with no extra lubrication.  This woman was truly a treasure.  Then she continued her questioning as her fingers roamed and explored inside of her temporary slave.

“So are you now treated as a slave at home?”

Angela was panting as she tried to adjust to the object that was filling her sex.  She felt the fingers probing and stroking her dark recesses as she tried to concentrate enough to be able to answer the question.

“Yes, Mistress,” Angela replied haltingly.  “Sometimes I am treated as a slave at home.  Sometimes I’m just a normal wife and mother; well almost normal.”

“It must be confusing for the children,” observed Fiona.  She watched her wrist disappearing into the woman’s body and marveled again at the creature who she currently held captive.  The woman’s ass was fit and tight and could easily belong to a teenager.  She wiggled her fingers some more, feeling the satiny texture of Angela’s vaginal walls and feeling the sex grip her hand tightly.

She reached forward and held one of the dangling breasts in her hand.  Maybe she would talk to Cedric and convince him that lactation should be induced in this wonderful creature that he owned.  Her vet could easily have her producing milk in a matter of days.  But maybe she wouldn’t.  While she would love to be able to milk these plump, beautiful breasts, this slave had so much more to offer.  She would have to think about it.

“It must be confusing for your slave girls too,” Fiona continued.  “You have two of them also, if I recall correctly.”

Angela grunted as she felt the mistress touching her cervix and then responded.  “Yes, Mistress, I have two:  Kim and Alaine.”

“Ah yes; I remember Alaine, the redhead.”  Fiona extended a finger inside of Angela and was now pushing against the slave’s cervix.  She could hear Angela’s grunts and groans, knowing that she was causing stabs of pain to shoot through the girl’s belly.  It was wonderful to have this kind of power over someone.

“Such sleek lines on that one,” Fiona went on.  “And fairly well endowed as I recall.  I almost bought her that weekend.  Pity that I didn’t.  I could easily see her in tack.  She would be exquisite.  But I was focused on cup size at that auction.  We had recently sold a couple of our bustier ponies and I needed to restock the inventory with someone just as chesty or some of the members would start to complain.”

It is a pity, though,” said Fiona.  Angela groaned again as Fiona’s finger pressed harder against the cervix.  “I must prefer ample but not excessive breasts.  I like ones like yours and Alaine’s.”

“Do your children enjoy the third slave in the house?”  Angela felt perspiration coating her body as she tried to adjust to the pain and discomfort.  Then, suddenly the pressure was removed from her cervix, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I don’t know, Mistress,” Angela replied.  “I guess so.  They use me just like the other two slaves so I suppose they enjoy me being a slave.”

“How wickedly delightful!” smiled Fiona.

Chapter 3

One of the benefits of belonging to Cedric was that she always traveled first class.  Most slaves were drugged and then transported unconscious to their destinations.  But he trusted her not to escape so he let her travel on commercial flights and he always provided first class tickets.  This morning, he had his private jet deliver her to one of the islands with an international airport and now she was flying to her home and to an uncertain couple of months.

She wasn’t sure why he trusted her so much.  She had thought many times about trying to escape.  But she always decided against it.  Maybe he knew that she would think about it and then reject the idea.

To truly escape, she would have to leave her family also.  It was impossible for her to imagine all four of them relocating with new identities and remaining hidden for very long.  The reach of the slavers was too long and Cedric had made it clear to her that she was his most prized possession.  She knew that he would mobilize all available resources and that he would hunt far and wide for her.

She looked out her window at the ocean far below.  The day after Fiona had borrowed her was her last day on the island.  She wished that she had not upset Cedric the way she did.  She thought that the little rift was behind them but she wouldn’t know for sure until her next visit.

“Cedric, how could you?” Angela had asked after Fiona returned her to her owner the next morning.

Her large black owner simply raised his eyebrows at her question.

“Sorry.  Master, how could you?” she asked again, realizing the mistake that she made the first time she asked the question.

“How could I what, beautiful bird?”

“How could you let Fiona claim me?  She says that I’m to be delivered to her the next time that you summon me.”

“Ah that,” nodded Cedric.  “For the money of course.  It’s always about the money.  And also because I can.  I own you.”

“Does she buy and sell that many slaves that you would give her me in exchange for her business?”

Cedric nodded again.  “Yes she does, pet.  I can’t be sure how many because she has always spread her business around in the past.  But I would estimate around fifty per year so that means that the deal I struck with her is worth at least twenty million pounds.”

Angela gasped at that revelation.  Fiona bought and sold fifty girls per year?  And she was willing to give twenty million pounds of business to Cedric in exchange for a few weeks of Angela’s time?  That was unbelievable!

“Currently, we only sell her three or four girls a year so you can see that we are quite anxious to get the rest of her business,” Cedric paused and smiled.  “And once again, it proves what a wonderful and valuable girl I own.  You should be very flattered.”

“Flattered?” thought Angela.  Yes, she supposed that she should be flattered that everyone viewed her as being so valuable and expensive.  But it was still a shock to be viewed as just another asset and to be used for barter purposes.  This was just one more reminder that she was merely Cedric’s property now, to do with as he pleased and to utilize for his own gains.

“Yes, Master,” she replied quietly with her eyes cast down.  “I am sorry.  Yes, I am flattered that she would view me as being that valuable.”

“Besides,” Cedric spoke again.  “This should be great conditioning for you.  Think of it as a week at a spa where you will end up in even better shape than you already are, although you are already exquisite.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.  She had a hard time visualizing a week with Fiona as a week at the spa.  Instead, images of her wearing leather straps and pulling a cart or being exercised in a corral kept popping into her head.

Being with Cedric, on the other hand, was like being at a spa.  Each day, he had beautiful slave girls attend to her.  She was pampered and preened daily and felt like a princess; a slave princess but a princess nevertheless.

Cedric also had her participate in the training of slaves.  Most were newly purchased slaves who were just waiting to be shipped to their new owners and were sent to the classes that the island compound offered.  But some had been sent to the island for remedial or advanced training.  She knew that she should be flattered by that too.  The training was always conducted by the masters and mistresses in the past.  To her knowledge, she was the only slave who had ever trained other slaves on this island.

She was not an instructor in the training.  But she was one of the people who the students had to practice on and demonstrate their proficiency.  Trainees licked her pussy.  She fucked them with a strap-on and another day she would fuck them in the ass with a strap-on.  For one day’s class, she even fisted girls so they would know how that felt in case their owners ever decided to use them that way.

“Now’ its time for your correction, pet,” declared Cedric.

Angela gasped.  “What did I do wrong, Master?”

“Hmmm, where should I begin?” he responded with his island accent.  “You questioned my judgment.  You angered me by forgetting that you are my property.  And you failed to address me properly.”

Angela sighed.  It was all true.  She stood up and faced her owner.  “Where do you want me, Master?”

“In the playroom, pet.”

Angela shuddered at the words and guest what was about to happen next.  She didn’t know why he insisted on calling it a playroom.  To her, it was more like a torture chamber.

“Yes, Master.”  She walked into the playroom and he followed behind her, admiring her form and the way her ass moved with each step.  He was very pleased with his decision to keep her.  He could have resold her after buying her at the Moroccan market.  He was sure he would have made a substantial profit if he had done so.

He could have released her completely, he supposed.  But why would anyone in his right mind let a delectable morsel like this one get away?  His decision to retain ownership of her but let her return to her family had probably also been a wise one, but he wasn’t sure.  It did let him continue to enjoy her without ruining everything that he loved about her.  He liked her fiery spirit.  He did not want her to turn into a mindless drone.  But it also meant that he was not able to enjoy his property for much of the year.  He would rethink the arrangement at some point in the future.  Right now, he had an errant slave that needed correcting.

“Into the frame, little bird,” he commanded.

Angela groaned.  She had been right about what he was going to do.  She dutifully climbed into the frame and adjusted her limbs to where she knew he wanted them.  Then he tightened the straps, securing her into the frame and making her immobile.

The result left her completely vulnerable and exposed.  Her ass jutted out behind her.  Her legs were spread wide.  Her breasts dangled beneath her chest.  And the worst part was that her chin was supported by a padded rest that forced her to look at herself in the giant mirror on the wall.  Once again, the image in the mirror reminded her that she was a slave; simply property to be trained and used in any way Cedric deemed fit; and punished also, should he choose.

She gulped when she saw him pick up the huge paddle.  She must have really pissed him off this time, she realized.  He only used that for major infractions.  He swung the paddle, striking her hard across the ass with a loud crack.  She screamed as her bottom exploded into pain.  He showered five more blows to her vulnerable bottom until her ass glowed a bright red.  She screeched and pleaded after each strike.  Finally, he set the paddle aside.

“All that is left to deal with now is your failure to address me properly.”  He picked up another instrument and swung it through the air, causing her to gulp.  Then he stood behind her and swung it up between her legs, letting the whip snap and her sensitive and vulnerable sex.

She shrieked again as her pussy became a new center of pain.  Again, he only whipped her six times but she was shrieking nonstop by the sixth blow.  For the last two, he aimed the tip of the whip at her clit and her shrieks rose a couple of octaves.

“That’s all now, pet,” he said soothingly.  She was whimpering and sniffling as she tried to recover from the punishing blows.  “That’s all behind us.  Now, you get your reward for taking your punishment so bravely.”

She watched in the mirror as he removed his clothes and then saw him coating his cock with lubricant.  She shuddered as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what she knew was coming next.  “Fucking my ass is a reward for me?” she thought.

He took it slowly, as he always did when he claimed her ass.  He knew he was too big for her and would tear her if he moved too quickly.  But if he did take it slow, she was always able to adjust and accommodate his massive girth.  Within a couple of minutes, his shaft was buried deep in her rectum and she was panting heavily as she was still trying to adjust to the log that had just impaled her bottom.

“I will miss my beautiful bird,” he whispered in her ear as he moved his cock in and out of her ass.  He held her bountiful breasts in his palms and palpated them, enjoying their texture and weight as he fucked her leisurely.

“I will miss you too, Master,” she sniffled in response.  She was still trying to recover from her punishment and having his body pressed against her tenderized backside was not helping.

Angela shifted in her seat as she sat on the airplane and winced.  Her bottom was bruised and was still sore from yesterday’s punishment.  Her sex was still tender from the whipping she had received.  She glanced out of the window and saw that the plane was over land now.

She wondered what it would be like once she returned home.  Life was so unpredictable now when she was at home.  She would be allowed to be a wife and mother one day, only to find herself sucking her son’s cock or being whipped by her daughter or being displayed by her husband the next.

In a way, life of total slavery on the island was easier for her.  Cedric might be a demanding owner but he was also a loving owner and she always at least knew what to expect.  She was a slave and she was treated as a slave.  She might be a prized possession, but she was still a possession.

Maybe she would be better off staying on the island the next time she was summoned.  She was sure that Cedric would keep her there if she asked.  And then she wouldn’t have to face the roller coaster experience of switching back and forth between free woman and slave girl.

Then she remembered Cedric’s tendency to be driven by profit.  She would probably end up being sold to someone if she gave up her home life.  He would grow tired of her eventually.  Or someone would offer him an outrageous price for her.  She already knew of dozens of people who had offered him what she thought of as outrageous prices.  He had rejected them but she could see that he had seriously considered each of the bids that he had received for her.

No, she would not tempt fate.  She would continue to be on the island only when he summoned her.  If he loaned her to others, so be it.  If her family kept having her switch back and forth in her roles, so be it.  At least with this arrangement, she was less likely to be sold.  And the idea of being sold again, terrified her.

If this return to home was anything like the last three, she would be immersed in her slavery.  The last time, it eased up a bit after two weeks but she was kept constantly bound and was constantly used sexually for the first two weeks.  After that, she had periods of normalcy that were punctuated with moments when she was plunged back into her slavery.

John and her son, Jack, always behaved as if they hadn’t seen a woman in five years whenever she reappeared on the doorstep.  They were like sex-starved animals and wanted to spend the majority of each day fucking her in one way or another.

But for crissake!  They had two beautiful and sexy slave girls with them the whole time she was away.  What was the good of owning slave girls if the men couldn’t be kept sexually satisfied?  They always acted as if they had blue balls when she returned from the island.

Jenna was another story.  During her first return when John had first turned her into a temporary slave, her daughter had not even touched her.  In a way, that had hurt Angela, although she knew she should be glad that Jenna did not want to use her as a slave.  The second time she returned, Jenna had used her a little bit but not much.  She much preferred the sleek-bodied Kim as her sexual partner.

After Angela’s third return, which was after Cedric summoned her to the island for the first time after buying her, Jenna had let the two males trim their horns on Angela for the first couple of weeks.  Then, as Angela resumed her normal roles of mother and wife, it would usually be Jenna who snapped her out of them and lowered her back to slave.  Jenna did not demand a lot of sex from her.  But she did seem to derive some kind of perverse pleasure from the humiliation that her mother felt as she was forced to serve as a slave again.

Would this pattern continue this time?  Angela cringed as she tried to anticipate what would happen with her husband, her eighteen year old daughter, and her seventeen year old son.

John picked her up at the airport and drove her home.  The conversation was perfectly normal between a husband and wife.  Not a word was said about her latest stint on the island.  It was almost as if she was returning from a business trip or a long vacation with friends.

This surprised her.  She had expected questions about the past month.  But then she realized that he already knew about her activities while she was gone.  Cedric sent him daily and quite detailed updates.

Chapter 4

Jack and Jenna were still up when they arrived home late that night.  She gave them both a hug and a kiss.  The two slaves were also still awake and she enjoyed giving each of the naked beauties a hug and a kiss.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” smiled Kim.

“Yes, welcome home, Mistress,” added Alaine.

Before they had a chance to retire to the living room, however, Jenna spoke up.  “Girls, go bather her.  Install this and bring her back to me once she has been refreshed.”

“Oh god,” thought Angela.  The pattern was changing once again.  And the thing that Jenna had handed to Kim looked like a nose ring.  She always left her nose ring on the island with Cedric.  Now it looked like she would be wearing one at home.

“Yes, Mistress,” the two girls chimed together.

“Oh, Mistress,” gasped Alaine once they had gotten Angela to the bathroom and stripped her down.  “Your bottom; does it hurt?”  She reached out and lightly ran her fingers over the blotchy red and blue bruise on Angela’s ass, causing her to wince.

“Yes, a little,” replied Angela.

“Did Master Cedric do that to you?” asked Kim.

“Yes, pet,” she replied.  “Master did that to me.  He did not like my behavior yesterday.  I was out of line.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mistress,” said Alaine.  “Will you be able to sit in the tub or should we shower you instead?”

“Maybe a shower is best,” decided Kim.  Then the two girls led their mistress into the shower and let their talented fingers dance over her naked flesh and clean her.  Kim noticed that Angela winced again when her sex was touched.

“There too, Mistress?” asked Kim.

Angela sighed and nodded.  “Yes, he whipped me there.”

“I’ll bet I could make it feel better if you let me use my tongue,” offered Alaine with a touch of mischief in her voice.

“Thank you, pet,” smiled Angela as she stroked one of Alaine’s soft full breasts.  “I don’t’ think I’m quite ready for that though.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you pleasure me.  I would like that.”

“Yes, Mistress,” sighed Alaine.  “I understand.”

They finished the shower and the girls toweled Angela dry.  Then they blew her hair dry before performing the last of their assignments.

“Could you tilt your head back, Mistress?” asked Kim.

There was no use resisting.  The girls were just doing what they had been told to do.  Fighting with them could only result in their getting punished and she had no desire to cause that.  Reluctantly, she leaned her head back and felt Kim fitting the ring through the hole that had been punched through her septum.  Then she heard the ring snap shut and felt the cold piece of metal resting against her upper lip.

Alaine produced a pair of gold hoops and each girl fished one through a pierced nipple, snapping them shut also.  “You look gorgeous, Mistress,” said Kim.

“Yes, Mistress,” added Alaine.  “You look so beautiful and so exotic.  And your breasts seem larger and firmer.  Did Master Cedric have anything done to them?”

“No,” responded a surprised Angela.  She looked down and held one of her breasts in each hand, inspecting them.  “I don’t think he did.  Maybe it’s just the result of a lot of exercise and sun.”

“Yes, Mistress,” nodded Alaine.  “Or maybe it’s just a silly slave girl’s mind playing tricks on her.”

“We should be delivering you to Mistress, Mistress,” said Kim as she reached out and clipped a leash onto Angela’s nose ring.  Angela sighed and then stood up.  She could already tell that this was going to be a difficult meeting with her daughter.  She might as well get it over with now.

“Sorry, Mistress,” said Alaine.  “We are just doing what we were told to do.”

Angela smiled weakly and patted each girl lightly on the bottom.  “I know, pets.  Let’s get this over with.”

Kim led the way and Angela followed closely so her nose ring did not get tugged.  Alaine brought up the rear.  Alaine was always amazed at her mistress’ body.  Or was she a slave sister now?  Whatever she was, she had a fantastic body.  Alaine watched the firm ass cheeks wiggle and sway with each step and she saw the muscled thighs and calves flexing as Angela walked.  Her waist was narrow but not in an exaggerated way.  Alain thought her newest slave sister, which she finally decided was what Angela was, was simply beautiful and perfectly feminine.

Alaine realized that these thoughts would have been unthinkable to her a year and a half earlier.  But a lot had changed during her eighteen months of slavery, especially in the last six months as a slave to the Dawson family.  Before she was enslaved, she was a dedicated heterosexual.  Now, she enjoyed sex in any form with anyone.  And she truly did love sex.  Maybe this would have emerged in her personality if she remained free, but she doubted it.  She was on her way to becoming a doctor and probably wouldn’t have ever experienced the thrills that her new life provided to her.

In a way, she felt freer now that she was owned than at any time in her life.  She had no responsibilities other than to be pleasing and to be pleased.  And she excelled at both of these.  She loved pleasuring both masters and her mistress and she loved it when she and her slave sister were commanded to make love together as entertainment for her owners.  And she loved the many orgasms that they gave her as gifts.  The Dawsons were very good owners as far as she was concerned.

“Thank you girls,” said Jenna as Kim led Angela into Jenna’s bedroom.  “You may go serve your masters now.  My brother is expecting you, Alaine.  And my father is waiting for you, Kim.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kim.

“Have a good evening, Mistress,” added Alaine.  Then the two girls disappeared from the room, leaving a very naked Angela with her daughter.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” said Jenna as soon as the girls left the room and closed the door behind them.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” replied Angela in confusion.

“It’s Mistress to you from now on,” said Jenna.  “And I hope you are enjoying your new life as a slave.  Because you are making some of the rest of us miserable.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Angela responded.  Instinctively, she cast her eyes down submissively.  “I’m sorry that I messed things up.”

“You did,” said Jenna angrily.  “I had to miss the mother/daughter tea last week because you were too busy riding a black cock and holding up other women’s breasts to be whipped.”

Angela remained silent and Jenna continued.  “And what am I supposed to say when someone asks what my mother does?  Tell them she’s a sex slave?  Tell them that she’s a hooker?”

Angela’s eyes shot up.  “I’m not a hooker!” she said defiantly.

Jenna’s arm shot out quickly, slapping Angela across the face.  “Oh, really?  Let me read this from one of Cedric’s latest updates.  “The arrangement with Angela has been modified.  For the next twelve months, she will first report to a mistress in England for a week of pony training whenever I summon her.  This has allowed me to secure additional business for my firm that I estimate to be worth twenty million pounds.”

Angela gasped when she heard the report?  Why would Cedric tell her family about that change?  Was he just trying to humiliate her?

“You may be a very expensive hooker,” Jenna continued.  “But you are a hooker nevertheless.  Your body has been sold for profit.”

Angela felt like she should protest.  After all, she was not the one who sold her body.  And she was not the one who profited.  She was simply a slave.  But this was not the time to debate with her daughter.  Jenna was clearly upset and arguing would just make her angrier.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” said Angela.  “I never meant to hurt you.  Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Hardly likely,” was Jenna’s reply.  “I’m going to bed now.  You sleep on the floor.  And don’t let me hear you or I’ll whip you within an inch of your life.”

Jenna flicked off the lights and crawled into her bed leaving Angela standing naked at the foot of her daughter’s bed.  She lay down on the floor and sobbed as silently as she could until sleep finally overwhelmed her.

Chapter 5

Angela woke up before Jenna the next morning and silently let herself out of the bedroom.  She didn’t know if that was allowed but it had not been prohibited.

She used the bathroom and brushed her teeth.  She shook her head in disgust as she saw the gleaming gold ring resting against her upper lip.  Everyone seemed to like the look and thought it made her look even more beautiful and exotic, but she thought it was just awful.  Angela considered removing it but decided against it.  She wouldn’t push her luck.  Instead, she went down to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.  She thought about grabbing a robe but, again, she thought that would be pushing her luck.  She settled on just wearing a bib apron as she worked in the kitchen.

She started to gather her ingredients but realized how barren the kitchen was.  There was no milk and no eggs.  That meant pancakes were out of the question and omelets were clearly not possible.  There was no orange juice.  There was no regular coffee.  She would make decaf and hope that nobody noticed.  She couldn’t believe the state of her pantry and refrigerator.

Then she looked around and saw that the kitchen was filthy.  Spattered oil dotted the stove top.  There was a film of dust on one of the counters.  Bits of food appeared to be cemented to another counter top.  This place needed serious cleaning before she would cook anything in it.

She pulled the apron off and put on her rubber gloves and then started scrubbing.  With two slave girls in the house, how could this place be anything but spotless?  She knew that Alaine was a slob, which surprised her.  Alaine had been a medical student before her capture and Angela would have expected her to appreciate the value of good sanitation.

But Kim tended to keep things neat and tidy and clean.  What had happened?  Was this orgy central while she was gone?  Had her home turned into a complete den of iniquity in the past month such that people didn’t care how they lived as long as they had lots of good sex?

She scrubbed for over an hour and still nobody else was awake.  She was just inspecting her work when she noticed another spot near the bottom of one of the cabinets.  She bent over with the sponge in her gloved hand when she felt two hands grip her hips.

Angela gasped.  She hadn’t heard anyone moving around upstairs and certainly hadn’t heard anyone enter the kitchen.  She only prayed that the hands belonged to her husband.  But her prayers were not to be answered this morning.

“Good morning, girl,” she heard her son say.

“Good morning, Jack,” she replied.  “I mean, Master.”

She started to straighten up but he slapped her ass.  “Stay as you are.  You look perfect like that.”

Angela groaned as she bent back down.  She looked between her legs and saw Jack’s slippered feet.  He was wearing the bathrobe that she gave him for Christmas.  Then she gasped as she saw the bottom of the robe parting in front.

She should stop this right now, she thought.  She might be owned by Cedric but he was not here.  It was not right that her family should treat her as a slave.  But before she could say anything to set things right, she felt Jack’s cock spear into her sex, causing her to inhale quickly and audibly.

She realized that he penetrated her easily.  How could that happen?  She was cleaning the kitchen.  There was nothing sexual or arousing about that at all.  But she was obviously already quite lubricated for some reason that she did not understand at all.

She tried to straighten up again but he pushed her torso back down.  He was bigger than her and much, much stronger.  She would not be able to overpower him.  Then she felt his cock starting to slide in and out of her, bringing a moan to her lips.

“It’s been hard with you being gone, girl,” he said as he plunged particularly deeply.  She exhaled loudly as her cervix was punched, letting out something between a grunt and a groan.

“Two girls are not enough for this house.”  He rammed into her again as he held her hips.  She cried out in pain.

“Master, please,” she whimpered.  “You are hurting me.”

He did not apologize but he did shorten his stroke as he continued the conversation.  She was at least thankful for that.

“I’m going to ask Dad to talk to Cedric,” he continued.  “Maybe he can provide a loaner the next time you are away.”

How could two sex slaves not be enough for a man and two teenagers?  This place really must have been an orgy for the past month.  And if there was such a demand for sex around here, it was unlikely that life would return to normal for her any time soon.

But then she realized that there was a new normal in her life.  She would have to learn to adjust and adapt to her new existence.  She would savor the days when she could wear clothes and shop and be with friends but she needed to always be mindful that she was owned.  She needed to always be prepared for moments like this when she was expected to serve her masters and mistresses.

“Oh there she is,” said John as he walked into the kitchen.  Angela turned her head and saw her husband crossing the floor to the coffee pot.  The front of his robe was already tented out.  “You had the same idea I did, son.  How is she?”

“Mmmm,” moaned Jack as he continued slicing in and out of Angela’s pussy.  “Nice.  Tight.  She’s still the stuff of my wet dreams.”

She heard John pour himself a cup of coffee and then heard a chair scraping across the floor.  She couldn’t believe this.  He was going to sit and watch his son fucking his wife!  Incredible!

“Can you turn her just a bit?” asked John.  “I love to watch her tits dance.”

“Sure, Dad,” responded Jack.  Jack repositioned himself and twisted Angela slightly, banging her head lightly against a cabinet in the process.  “Is that better?”

“Perfect,” John said.  “I could watch those beauties swaying like that all day.  They’re almost hypnotizing.”

Alaine was the next one to arrive.  Her flaming red hair was disheveled but it did nothing to detract from her beauty.  She staggered, naked, over to the coffee pot and poured herself a mug.  “Good morning, Mistress.  Good morning, Masters.”

Then she staggered to the table and sat down.  She let out a contented sigh after taking her first sip and then looked around.  “Wow, Master!  I’m surprised you could get it up after all you did last night.”

“Ha!” retorted Jack.  “I can always get it up for all three of my girls.”

Well, that answered one question in Alaine’s mind.  She guessed that she should start thinking of Angela as a slave sister.  She would have to someone, probably John, to learn how Angela should be addressed.

John waited until Alaine looked more alert and then opened his robe and patted one of his thighs.  “Come, girl.”

Alaine arose from her chair and took her mug to where John was sitting.  “Which way do you want me facing, Master?”

“You may watch,” was his reply.  Alaine set her mug on the table and then straddled John’s legs, facing away from him.  She reached down and grasped his cock, which was already quite hard, and guided it into her sex as she lowered her body.  She too was already quite wet and the shaft slid into her body with a single stroke.  Then she started to slowly ride up and down the rigid pole.

Jenna came in next and followed the same routine of filling her mug and then sitting at the table.  She was only wearing pajama tops but they extended down to mid-thigh and provided her with the necessary modesty.

John looked around and smiled.  It might be an unconventional family, but it was very much a family, nonetheless.  Alaine and Kim were fitting in perfectly and were almost like two additional daughters to him, although they would be two very incestuous daughters if they were.

That left Angela.  She was his wife and the mother of his children.  But how did she fit in now?  It was clear that Jack and Jenna viewed her as just another slave.  Did that mean that her days as a mistress were over?  It would be difficult for everyone to allow her to keep switching back and forth between mistress and slave.  And he wasn’t sure if there was a role between the two extremes.  He would have to think about it and make a decision.

If she was to be a mistress, then she shouldn’t be kept naked and Jack shouldn’t pound his cock into her whenever he got an erection.  If she was to be a slave, then certain aspects of her life would have to change.

He would think about that another time, though.  In the meantime, he just sat back as Alaine rode up and down on his shaft and watched the gold hoops attached to Angela’s beautiful breasts swaying back and forth.

God, she has a great body, he thought.

Chapter 6

Angela couldn’t understand why she was being so compliant.  Why was she letting everyone treat her this way?  Why didn’t she have any will power?  What had happened to all of her spunk and fight?

John had talked to her and informed her that she was to permanently be a slave from now on, both when she was on the island and when she was off.  She would have her two slave sisters and would have two masters and a mistress when she was at home:  John, Jack and Jenna.  He told her that he would talk to the girls and inform them of the change so that they would not be confused.

He had told her that he was doing this for her own good and that it would be too stressful for her to keep changing back and forth.  Now, she could settle into the contented and carefree life of a beautiful sex slave.

How would that reduce her stress level?  What was stressful was having her son fuck her at every chance he got.  What was stressful was having her daughter slap her and make her sleep on the floor.  What was stressful was being naked all of the time and wearing that damnable nose ring that Jenna kept having the girls install.

Why was she letting all of this happen to her?

She used to think that she had several options available to her.  She could accept life as it was.  She could move her family in hopes that they could all hide under new identities, but she knew that would be difficult.  Or she could leave her family and run away and hide.

But now she realized that she only had two options: accept her fate as a slave or leave her family and run away.  It was clear that moving her family would change nothing.  They were enjoying having her as their sex slave too much.

But why was she letting her family do this to her.  Why wasn’t she fighting or at least resisting.  But she already knew the answer to this, deep down inside.

She was owned.  It had been a foolish mistake to go to Cuchilla but she went.  It was her own fault.  She went to Cuchilla.  She was captured.  She was enslaved.  She was sold.  And Cedric bought her.

He could have kept her with him on the island but he graciously allowed her to return to her family for periods of time.  But he also made it quite clear that he owned her always.  He expected her obedience always and he would not tolerate any misbehavior.  She still had the fading bruises on her ass to remind her of that.  And he also said that if he learned of any misbehavior when she was not on the island, he would have her collected and returned to the island where he would deal with her infractions.

She did not want to risk being taken to the island for punishment.  Cedric was a good owner, she thought.  He was kind and caring and she had never seen him show anger.  But she knew that he was capable of harsh punishment and, therefore, was careful not to provoke him.

It was an odd kind of slavery, however.  She was not caged or shackled.  She might be put in bondage from time to time by one of her owners but she knew that was mostly for their entertainment.  She did not have a little poisonous capsule implanted on her body like Alaine and Kim did.  So she could have run away if she chose.  It was almost as if she was on her honor to remain a slave.

She was even allowed to leave the house on her own.  She did the grocery shopping and ran other errands.  She could even go clothes shopping if she wanted to but she had very little need for clothing these days.  Her clothes shopping had been reduced significantly from earlier days due to her new station in live.  And she was allowed to spend time with her friends.  To all outward appearances, Angela was a normal, wealthy housewife who just happened to take long vacations by herself several times each year.

She was naked but for her collar when she was at home.  But she could wear whatever she wanted when she went out.

She could even take one or both of her slave sisters with her when she went places and she frequently did.  It was always such a treat for them to be able to put on nice clothes and go out.  Jenna did her best to make Angela feel like she was the lowest slave in the household but Alaine and Kim looked up to their former owner as if she was their big sister.

The only problems with taking her two slave sisters out was that she had to keep an eye on them constantly.  She was not worried about them running away.  They had already proven their loyalty to the family.  She did have to worry about them becoming too affectionate, however.  A year and a half as slaves had turned them into pure sexual beings.  On a recent day on the town, they were having lunch at a restaurant.  Angela had to use the ladies room and when she got back to the booth, Alaine and Kim were in a heated embrace and Alaine had already unfastened half of the buttons to Kim’s blouse and had reached into the blouse to fondle her sister’s breast.

A week earlier, Angela was driving the girls through town with Kim in the front seat and Alaine in the back.  Alaine had started the foolishness that time.  She reached around the seat and grasped Kim’s breasts, squeezing and pinching and stroking them through the blouse.  Kim was giggling and wiggling and squealing.  Angela told Alaine to stop horsing around with Kim.  This caused both girls to start giggling and they turned their attention to Angela.  They had Angela half undressed by the time she was able to pull into a parking lot and stop the car.

During the weekdays, the three girls frequently had a lot of time on their hands.  Jack and Jenna would be in school.  And John would frequently be meeting with clients or traveling.  Alaine and Kim took great pleasure in pouncing on their ‘big sister’ and torturing her with their lips and tongues.  They always kept their girl orgies secret but it happened often.  Angela became convinced that her two slave sisters had been transformed into wanton nymphomaniacs.

Sometimes they would even invite Jill to participate.  Jill was a neighbor who John had invited over before Angela left for her trip to Cuchilla.  Jill had been a frequent bed partner of John and Angela even before the slaves were bought.  Even now that the house was full of available pussies, she still snuck over whenever she could.  Her husband never knew of her erotic trysts but she participated in the Dawson sex fests whenever she could.

Alaine turned out to be an impish one.  She was always coming up with little pranks and schemes that provided endless entertainment to her two slave sisters.  She was the one who always started the outrageous sexual behavior whenever they were in public.  And she was the one who collared Jill.

Sometimes, when the four girls were together for an afternoon of erotic fun, they would just be a tangle of bodies as they played together, licking and sucking and probing.  On this afternoon, however, they had paired up.  Kim and Angela were one pair and were making love in the master bedroom.  Alain and Jill were together in the guest bedroom.

Alaine had managed to convince Jill to be tied spread eagle on the bed.  And then Alaine feasted on the bound body, coaxing an endless stream of orgasms out of her victim.  Jill was just about delirious and was begging her tormentor to stop when Alaine finally showed some mercy.  But it was only a little bit of mercy.

Alaine straddled Jill’s waist and then amused herself with Jill’s breasts.  Jill was, by far, the most well-endowed of the four of them and Alaine was fascinated with the generous mounds.  She plumped them and squeezed them.  She batted them back and forth, sending them bouncing on Jill’s chest.  And she grabbed the nipples, stretching the impressive orbs into cones.

“I want these,” said Alaine in a serious tone.

Jill giggled.  “They’re all yours, lover.”

“No,” replied Alaine.  “I mean I really want these.”  She slapped them again a few more times until they started turning rosy.  Then she reached out and pulled something out from under the pillow.  She wrapped it around Jill’s slender neck and then buckled the collar shut.

Jill gulped as she felt the thing being closed around her neck.  “What’s that?”

Alaine started spanking the breasts again.  “It’s a collar.  It means you’re a slave now.  It means you’re my slave.”

Jill’s eyes opened wide.  “It does mean that?”

“Yep,” confirmed Alaine.  “As soon as someone puts a collar on you, you belong to them.  “Alaine knew that was not true.  It took something more than a little piece of leather to turn someone into a slave.  She was just being a troublemaker again.

“I can’t be a slave!” insisted Jill.  She couldn’t tell if Alaine was serious or just joking around again.  But the idea was sending fresh thrills rushing through her body.  “I’m married.  I can’t be a slave.”

“Oh, I’ll let you go back to your husband each night,” said Alaine.  “But each time you come into this house, you are to strip naked and put this collar on.  You are my property now.”

“Wow!” Jill exclaimed.

So from then on, whenever the four girls were together, Jill became Alaine’s sex slave.  Alaine was very generous and shared her new pet with her two sisters.  And Jill also ended up being shared outside of the little circle, but that was not Alaine’s idea or her doing.

Jack came home early one day.  His practice had been cancelled and he decided to skip his last few classes.  He walked into the house and found the four girls frolicking.  They had Kim held down on the floor.  Jill and Angela were alternating between kissing Kim and suckling her breasts.  Alaine was lying between Kim’s legs and was feasting on her sex.

“Wow, great!” exclaimed Jack when he saw the orgy of feminine forms.  “You’re getting yourselves ready for me.”

Angela gasped.  Jill shrieked.  Nobody had ever discovered their erotic festivities before and they had tried to keep them secret.

Alaine stopped nibbling on Kim’s clit and lifted her head.  “Sorry, Master.  We didn’t think you’d mind if we got ourselves warmed up for you.”

“No, I don’t mind at all,” said Jack as he stepped closer and then eventually stood behind Jill who was kneeling upright at this point with an arm draped over her chest to cover her breasts.  He reached down and traced her collar with a fingertip.  “I see that we have a new slave in the house.  Who does she belong to?”

“Uhhhh,” said Alaine.  “That would be me, Master.”

Jack smiled.  “Good.  That means that she belongs to me too.”

Jill gulped at the words and Angela watched as her neighbor’s blush spread across her cheeks and chest.

Jack saw this as a huge opportunity.  His own mother had always filled most of his fantasies and, ever since she was enslaved, he had been able to act out those fantasies on her exquisite body.  Most of the rest of his fantasies starred their beautiful, blonde neighbor, Jill.  He knew that his mother and father frequently had Jill join them for sex.  But he had never sampled her.

He had never even seen her naked.  He knew that she had a great body from seeing her in a bathing suit or in a tight fitting sweater.  But seeing her naked for the first time, he realized that her body was exquisite, just like his mother’s.  And she had the most amazing tits!

“Stand up, girl,” Jack instructed as he patted Jill on the head.  Jill looked to Angela for some kind of guidance or support but Angela simply nodded, indicating that Jill should obey.  She took a deep breath and then stood up.

Jack gripped Jill’s shoulders and turned her so she was facing him.  Then he lifted his hands, prying her arm away from her chest and placing his hands over the generous breasts of the newest Dawson slave.  “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Jack, this is going too far,” Jill warned.  But there was very little conviction in her quivering voice and she was trembling slightly.  Plus, he noticed that she did not back away or try to pull his hands away.  “This is not a good idea at all.”

Jack gave the soft mounds in his hands a squeeze.  “What’s not right about me enjoying my slave’s slave?”

“I’m a married woman, Jack,” said Jill as she felt the fingers sinking deeper into her breasts.  She knew that she should step away or be more forceful.  Why was she just standing there, letting him have his way with her?

“Yes,” he said.  He had stopped squeezing and now was lifting the twin beauties, marveling at their weight and firmness.  “You are a married woman.  And you are a slave; a very beautiful slave.”

A soft moan escaped Jill’s lips as Jack’s thumbs started brushing back and forth across her nipples, sending wild thrills coursing through her body.  “I… I    I… am not a slave.”

Jack laughed and released one of the breasts, reaching up and slipping his finger through the ring on Jill’s collar.  He tugged her closer to him and leaned down, kissing her on the lips.  “You look like a slave,” he said as he twisted the collar back and forth on her neck.

“You taste like a slave,” he said as he kissed her again, causing her eyes to open wide in surprise.

“And you feel like a slave,” was his comment as he gave the full breast that he still held a squeeze.  “I’m pretty sure you’re a slave.”

Jill groaned and glanced to Angela for support again.  Angela considered trying to intervene but then decided against it for three reasons.  First, she knew she would probably end up getting punished if she did that.  Second, she wasn’t sure that there was anything wrong if Jack decided to fuck the neighbor.  After all, Jill had sex with John and her quite frequently.  What was the difference between John fucking her and Jack dipping his sword into her sheath?  But most importantly, she was not sure that Jill really wanted someone to come to her rescue.  She had learned in recent years that Jill was quite a lusty little sexual adventurer.

Jack stared into Jill’s eyes.  “Turn around and bend over, girl.”

“Jack, please,” groaned Jill.  Jack responded by turning Jill himself and swatting her ass for disobedience.  This drew a yelp from Jill and she reached back to rub her punished butt.

“Bend over,” he repeated.

Jill took in a deep breath and then reluctantly bent at the waist.  She heard a zipper and felt a chill snake down her spine.  Then she groaned as she felt the boy’s cock, which was already quite hard, push into her and sink to the hilt in a single, fluid motion.

Jack smiled down at his beautiful neighbor and watched his cock sliding back out of her.  She really was perfect in his mind.  But then he looked around the room at the other three slaves who were watching him claim the new one and realized that they were all perfect.  Each was different but each one was exceptionally beautiful.

His cock was glistening with the juices of the girl he was fucking and he leaned forward again, letting his shaft seat itself in Jill’s sex again.  He hoped he had not overstepped his bounds by taking Jill the way that he did.  He did not think he had, though.  Her verbal resistance was very feeble and there had been no physical attempt to stop him.  Plus, he already knew that she loved sex and had no problems about seeking it outside of wedlock.  He frequently heard her groaning or gasping or even shrieking sometimes as she made love in his parents’ bedroom.  He hoped to be able to frequently add this girl to the growing Dawson harem.  She would probably not be able to become a permanent slave like the others; at least not as long as she was married.  But things could change, he knew.  He would be going away to college in a little over a year.  He would love to be able to take his beautiful blonde neighbor with him to service him there.

Angela and Kim and Alaine watched in awe as Jack claimed their playmate.  It was almost like watching a trainer taming a wild horse.  No whips were used.  There was no shouting or threats.  But in the end, Jill was broken and had been tamed.

Angela once again marveled at her neighbor.  Jill had always been her favorite of all of the various people she and John had invited into their bed.  She was energetic and enthusiastic in love making and was tender and caring as a lover.  Right now, Jill’s eyes were closed and she had a far-off look on her face.  And the seductive swaying of the breasts that hung beneath her chest was almost hypnotic.

Angela’s life as a permanent slave became bearable and enjoyable after she got over the initial shock.  She even grew numb to the incest issues that had bothered her so much when she was first immersed into this life of servitude.  Jack claimed her most nights, although John had to frequently intervene so that he could spend some time with his wife.

When Jill could join them, which seemed much more frequent since Jack claimed her, she spent half her nights with John and the other half with Jack.  And Jack’s favorite nights were when he could claim both Angela and Jill and enjoy both of his fantasy women together.

There was only one incident during Angela’s current stay with her family.  It occurred the day before she was to leave for England.  Cedric had phoned the week before and reminded her that she would be spending her first week with Fiona and then joining him on the island.  The incident occurred when she was grocery shopping for her family.  She remembered how barren the pantry and refrigerator were when she returned home the last time.  She vowed that they would at least be fully stocked before she left this time.

“Nice melons,” she heard a female voice say as she was standing in the produce aisle.

She turned and recognized the woman as the mother of Jack’s friend, Gary, and Jenna’s friend, Dawn.

“Oh, hi Denise,” she responded.  Then she glanced over at the melons which were not even near Denise.  “Yes, they look very nice.”

Denise walked over to Angela and Angela anticipated a friendly hug.  “You can ntell if they are ripe by squeezing them,” Denise said.

Then Denise surprised Angela by reaching up and grasping Angela’s breasts, giving them each a squeeze.  “Yes, these are nice and ripe.”

“Denise!” gasped Angela.  She tried to keep her voice down so that she did not attract the attention of the other shoppers.  “What are you doing?!?!?!?!?”

“I’m just checking to see if my son was right,” explained Denise.  He tells me that you’ve got beautiful, ripe melons and that he loves to suck on them as he fucks you.”

Angela groaned at the words and had no idea how to respond.  “He said that?”

Denise nodded.  “Yes, he did.  He’s under-age, you know.  That could land you in jail for a long, long time.  But I’m not a vindictive person.  There’s no reason for you to get a criminal record when there are other ways to fix the matter.  So from now on, these melons belong to me.”

Then Denise laughed.  And everything else attached to them, also.  Report to my house at noon tomorrow.  You will be staying a few days but you don’t need to bring anything with you.”

Angela groaned again and had no idea how to shut this down.  “Denise, I’m sure we can straighten this situation out.  But tomorrow won’t work for me.  I have to catch a flight in the morning and I won’t be back for a month.  Can we talk when I return?”

“Oh, it’s that time again, is it?” asked Denise as she palpated Angela’s breasts.  “Yes, Gary told me about that too.  Okay, you go serve your master.  But I want a phone call from you as soon as you get back.  Otherwise, I will make sure that the police pay you a visit.”

Angela groaned for a third time.  “Okay, I’ll call you as soon as I return.”

Denise finally released her new pet and Angela finished her shopping.  She shook her head in disbelief as she loaded the groceries into the car.  This was out of control!  Pretty soon, everybody she knew would own her.

To be continued