First Slave

Chapter 7

“Whoa, Hellfire,” Angela heard and then quickly felt her nipples being yanked to the sides.  She stopped as quickly as she could but the momentum of the cart carried her forward a few more steps.  The pain in her nipples continued until the cart came to a stop.  Then, she felt the cart shift and knew that the male had stepped to the ground.

“Hellfire still needs some training,” the male said.  “And she could use some strength training.  But she has a beautiful arse.  Watching that makes up for her shortcomings.”

Angela groaned as she listened.  This week had been horrible as far as she was concerned.  She spent her days in the stables or running around being trained or pulling a cart.  They named her Hellfire for some reason that only they understood.  And they stuck a plug up her ass to hold her tail in place.  That was one of the most distracting things she had ever experienced.

Her clothing consisted of a harness which was really nothing more than a minimalist latticework of leather straps, and a bit and bridle.  She hated those last two items worst of all.  The bit painfully clamped her tongue between two metal bars, rendering her speechless.  And the bridle had blinders on it, which severely restricted her vision.  A brightly colored red plume seemed to sprout from the top of her head as it was attached to the bridle.

The whole week seemed to be meant to demean and degrade her.  Each day, she was treated as if she was a pony.  She was taught to prance and canter and trot inside the corral and under the tutelage of a very strict mistress who rarely spared the whip.  And in the afternoons, she took people for rides in one of the many carts, with her nipples serving as attachment points for the reins.

There were only two bright spots to how she was being treated.  The first was the exercise.  While she didn’t like what she was being forced to do, she knew that it would tone her up.  She only worried about her breasts which were completely unsupported.  She knew that too much bouncing could tear the muscle and cause her to start to sag.  The other bright spot was that she did not have to sleep in the stables like most of the other human ponies did.

That second bright spot came at a price, however.  The only time ponies, as they were referred to, slept outside of the huge barn was when they were entertaining someone sexually.  So each night, Angela was somebody’s toy.

“Yes, indeed, she does have a nice arse, Charles,” Angela heard Fiona respond to the cart driver.  “It’s tight and firm with just the right amount of plumpness to fill it out.”

“If she’s not taken for tonight already,” said Charles, “put me down on her card.  I want to explore that arse a bit.”

“She’s all yours tonight,” was Fiona’s reply.

Angela had been amazed at the number of human ponies that were kept at the club that Fiona ran.  There had to be over a hundred of them.  The stables seemed to go on forever and the walls were lined with stalls for each of the girls.  Hers even had a bronze plate inscribed with ‘Hellfire.’

From what she could gather, over half of the girls were privately owned but were stabled at the club for much of the year.  The remainder was owned by the club for use by members.  She was surprised that an operation of this size could exist without attracting the attention of the authorities.  Surely, this kind of thing could not be legal in England.

The girls were divided into four groups that were designated by the color of their collars.  Private ponies wore white collars and were not available to members.  Only their owners could use them.  The majority of the girls wore white collars.  A small number of ponies wore black collars and were also not available to members.  They were the work ponies and Angela frequently saw them hauling loads of straw or dirt around the property.

Another small group wore gold collars and they were also not available to members or guests.  These were the competition ponies that were being trained for races or equestrian events.  All of the rest of the ponies, which was about a third of them, wore red collars.  These were the pleasure ponies.  They were trained and worked each day and were available to members for rides or races.  And at night, they were available as sexual playthings for the members of the club.

This day, Angela wore a red collar and she had just learned whose cock she would be riding tonight.  Each day, Fiona alternated collars.  On days when Fiona wrapped a white collar around Angela’s neck, she shared Fiona’s bed and entertained the mistress with her body.  On the other days, she wore a red collar and was claimed by one of the many members of the club.

Fiona let the stable hands unfasten Angela from the cart and then she grasped the reins that were still attached to the unfortunate pony’s nipples.  She shook them, causing Angela to cry out in pain.  “I am told that you are a bit sluggish in your responses, Hellfire.  I even saw it here when you were pulled to a halt.  Let’s practice a bit more.”

Angela couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  She was sweaty and she was exhausted from pulling the man around in the cart.  Now, Fiona wanted her to practice some more?  Thank goodness she only had tonight and tomorrow night before she was sent on to the relative normalcy of being Cedric’s slave.

Fiona led Angela around the corral and trotted behind her, tugging the reins this way and that.  Usually, Angela responded quickly but occasionally, she was slow to react.  This brought on a fiercer tug and frequently caused the human pony to gasp or cry out or even shriek a few times.

Angela was the oldest red collar pony in the stables.  There were several black collar work ponies who were older than her and were just being kept around for sentimental reasons.  And there were quite a few white collar ponies who were older than her.  Some of those were wives or ex-wives of their owners and it was understood that most of the white collar ponies would live out the rest of their days at the stables.

But Angela was a red collar pony.  Fiona kept the stables stocked with fresh red collar ponies that she bought and then replaced within a year.  The reds ranged in age from sixteen to twenty eight at the moment.  At thirty eight, Angela was far older than the others who were available to entertain the guests.  But she was, by far, the most popular and most sought after of any of the reds.

Fiona watched as she guided Angela around the corral.  She currently had Angela prancing and watched as the slave lifted her knees high with each step.  Hellfire had not received much training but her moves were graceful and elegant.

Fiona had always bought young slaves for the club, thinking that was what the members wanted; either young and big-breasted or young and fast.  Angela was bursting that bubble.  She was not young.  She was not fast.  Her breasts were full and were actually the perfect size for Fiona’s tastes, but she could not call them big.

Maybe she should start buying some older slaves.  Their usefulness as a pony might be more limited than a twenty year old, but that did not matter to Fiona.  She usually sold slaves after a year anyways.  And Angela was turning out to be a perfect sex toy for her members.

Fiona finally called Hellfire to a halt and hardly had to use the reins at all.  Angela was panting and was dripping with sweat, despite the chill in the air.  Fiona led the girl toward the barn and tied her near the hose.

It had been years since Fiona had washed a pony down.  She had plenty of hired help to perform those kinds of chores.  But she took responsibility for hosing down Angela and washing the grit and sweat from her body.  Angela was shaking and shivering by this point.  Thankfully, it was unseasonably warm in England this week.  But it was still winter and the air was chilly.  Fiona toweled her off, which did warm Angela a bit.

It was only two o’clock in the afternoon at this point.  Normally, Angela would have been tethered in a line with the other human ponies and be made available for additional cart rides until she was delivered to her ‘owner for the night.’  But Fiona decided instead to take Angela to her bed for an afternoon of feminine delight.  She wanted to once again enjoy the woman who seemed to have captivated everyone’s imagination and lust in such a short period of time.

At five o’clock, Fiona delivered Angela to Charles who ravished her twice before taking her down to the dining hall.  This was another advantage of being a red.  She could not sit at the table.  Instead, she would kneel beside her temporary owner and be fed out of his or her hand.  But at least she did not have to eat some kind of bland stuff out of a feed bag that was fastened to her face.  That’s how they treated the girls who remained in the stables during meal times.

Charles did explore her ass, just as he had promised.  In fact, that was a common theme among the males who claimed her that week.  She was used to anal sex but it was usually infrequent and just used to provide variety.  This week, however, it was the prevailing mode of having sex.  She had been fucked in the ass more this week than in the previous three months.  Maybe it was a British thing, she concluded.

She spent her last day with a white collar and once again found herself in Fiona’s bed for the evening.  There was no bondage and no whips and no ass fucking.  It was just passionate feminine sex.

“I’m going to miss my Hellfire,” said Fiona as she paused from suckling on one of Angela’s nipples.  The rings had been removed so that Fiona could enjoy the soft succulent flesh.

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Fiona.  She liked Fiona and would miss her too.  But she would not miss the dehumanizing treatment that the mistress imposed on her throughout this week.

“If it’s okay with you,” Fiona continued after sucking on the other nipple for a bit, “I’m going to talk to Cedric about buying you.”

Angela gulped at the words.  That would mean even more dehumanizing treatment.  And she knew that Fiona sold her girls after a year.  She had to think quickly to come up with an adequate response.

“I wish you wouldn’t, Mistress.  But that is not up for me to decide.  If you think it’s best for you to talk to him, then you should.”

“Well, I think I will.  But don’t worry.  You would be my own private slave; not a club slave.  And I would only rarely put you in a red collar.”

Chapter 8

Angela quickly got back into the routine once she was returned to the island.  For the first few days, she was rarely away from Cedric’s side.  He kept her with him constantly and used her frequently, whether it was in his cottage or his office or on the deck of his sailboat.

On this visit, she was treated by others as more of a personal assistant to Cedric than a slave.  Some even viewed her as a sort of mistress; a naked and collared mistress, but a mistress nevertheless.

“Do you think she should spend the night in the cage?” one of the masters asked Angela on her fifth day back on the island?  Everyone knew that Angela was not required to kneel so she was standing naked in the center of the courtyard, facing the male.

“Can you tell me again what she did?” replied Angela.  His earlier description of the girl’s infraction had been pretty broken up and disjointed and the thick German accent did not help.  But it seems like the girl’s misbehavior had been pretty minor and that she had already been punished for it.

“She peed in the classroom,” he said.

“I’m sure that she was just scared, Master,” was Angela’s reply.  “She was only captured two days ago and was only sold last night.  I am sure that the whipping she has already received has let her know not to do it again.  I think that caging her will only frighten her more.”

“Yes, that makes sense,” nodded the master.  “Thank you.”  And then he walked off to perform whatever duties awaited him.

He stopped after taking a few steps and turned back to her.  “Oh, by the way, does Cedric ever loan you out?  I would like to borrow you for a night.”

“I don’t know, Master,” replied Angela as she felt herself blushing.  “He never has.  You would have to talk to him about such a thing.”

“I shall,” said the male.  “I look forward to enjoying you for an evening soon.”  Then he turned back and continued on.

Angela shook her head in disbelief at the exchange.  Things like this were happening with some regularity these days.  She wasn’t quite sure what her status was or how she was expected to behave.  Within that short exchange, she was first treated as if she was a mistress and then was treated as if she was clearly a slave.  She would have to talk about Cedric to figure out how to interpret all of the mixed messages she was receiving.

This truly was a confusing place.  She remembered finding it thrilling during her first two visits when she was still free and was a mistress.  It was also thrilling, although somewhat embarrassing during her second two visits when she was Cedric’s new slave.  It was thrilling but comforting at the same time.  Being a slave took some getting used to but it was at least predictable.  She knew where she stood and what to expect.  She stood at the bottom of the totem pole and she should expect being used for sex or for other amusements.

But now, she seemed to be somewhere in between.  She was naked and wore a collar so that told her she was owned.  But mistresses and masters sought out her advice and almost treated her as an equal at times.  And then, just as she was starting to feel like an equal, the male had made the comment about borrowing her for the night.  That pushed her right back to the bottom of the totem pole.

“Master, may I ask you a question?” she asked Cedric once they got back to his cottage after the latest auction.

“Of course you may, my beautiful bird,” he replied.  “But you know the rules about questions.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.  “Where would you like to sit?”

“It’s almost bedtime,” he told her.  “I’ll lie on the bed and you can ask away.”

“Yes, Master.”  She watched him remove his clothes and stretch out on the bed.  She straddled his hips and guided his cock into her sex as she lowered herself onto him.  From their very first meeting, even before he owned her, he always required that she ride his cock during question time.  She could ask as many questions as she liked but had to be fucking him the entire time.

“Master,” she started after adjusting to the fullness of his massive shaft filling her so completely.  “I’m getting confused.  What am I?”

Cedric reached up and placed his hands over the bobbing breasts, enjoying the feel of the stiff nipples scraping across his palms.  “Why, you are my property of course.  What makes you ask?”

She described some of the recent interactions with masters and mistresses.  “They make me feel like I’m an equal but I know I’m just a slave.”

“You are a slave,” he replied as he started tweaking her nipples, enjoying her little squeals and moans.  “But you have never been just a slave.  You should think of your self as the first slave of the island.”

“First slave, Master?”

“Yes.  First Slave.  In your country, the wife of your leader is called the First Lady.  I am the leader here so that makes you the First Slave.”

“Oh,” nodded Angela as if she understood.  But that explanation did not help out at all.  “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do as first slave.”

“You are supposed to please me,” he said as he toyed with the nipples, stretching them away from her chest.  “And it pleases me when you help others.  Sometimes that is helping with answers.  Sometimes it might be helping in the class room.  By the way, I have been receiving many compliments about the way you are assisting in the training classes.”

He reached to the bedside table and picked up a pair of clamps.  Then he plumped one of her breasts and placed a clamp on the nipple, letting the jaws close slowly.  She sucked in her breath as she watched the clamp slowly flattening her sensitive nipple and then groaned once it was closed completely.  He repeated the actions with the other nipple until both were being cruelly crushed.  But she continued to bob up and down on the cock as she felt the chain that connected the clamps swaying and banging against her belly occasionally.

“What should I do if they ask me for an opinion but I disagree with what they are proposing?”

Cedric grasped the chain and lifted it, tugging the nipples upward.  He truly loved the delicious orbs of flesh that he owned and he could play with them all day.  Actually, he knew he could amuse himself all day with any of the girl’s body parts.  She was built for fun and sex.

“You should disagree with them, then,” he answered.

“But won’t that send the wrong message to the other slaves?  And won’t it also get me punished?”

Cedric laughed and gave the chain a tug, sending sharp pain through Angela’s breasts and causing her to yelp.  “I have already told you that you are not one of the other slaves.  You are First Slave.  But maybe I need to do something to make sure that is clear to everyone else on the island.”

Angela wondered what he meant.  What would make it clearer to everyone that she was First Slave?  And what did that mean anyways?  She still didn’t understand the whole concept.

“As for punishing you,” he continued.  “Nobody will punish you unless I ask them to.  The masters and mistresses already know you are First Slave.  It’s just the slaves who need to be educated.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded as she looked down and saw her nipples being stretched upward and outward.  Her nipples were burning as she saw her breasts being elongated unnaturally.

“Master,” she said, changing the subject.  “Do you intend to loan me to others?”

He laughed again and reached up, spanking the soft lower swells of the two beautiful breasts and causing her to suck in her breath at the surprise.  “I already have loaned you to others.  I loan you to your family.  And you just returned from a trip to England where I loaned you to that British mistress.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.  “I meant do you intend to loan me to others on the island?”

“Always more questions,” he smiled.  “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

Angela was not sure what to say when he spoke of love.  Was he using the word in the same way that people said things like ‘I love a good Caesar salad”?  Or was he saying that he loved her?  She never envisioned love becoming a part of a relationship between an owner and his slave girl.  She decided not to pursue the subject.

“It’s funny that you ask about loaning you,” he continued.  “I received a request to borrow you earlier today.”

“Yes, Master?” she said, feeling her pulse quickening as she anxiously awaited his explanation.

“I have had many requests in the past from those who wanted to borrow you, both masters and mistresses. And every night that we hold an auction, I get at least a half dozen requests from clients or offers to buy you.  I have always said no in the past.  I have always been selfish and wanted to enjoy you myself.”

“But Hans is different,” he went on.  “He is new here and he is pretty young.  I want him to get off on the right foot.  The Germans can be so rigid in their view of slavery.  I thought a few days with you might teach him that life with a slave can be loving and caring.

Angela sucked in her breath as she anticipated what her owner would say next but she remained silent.

“He asked to borrow you for a night.  But I gave you to him for three nights starting tomorrow.  Now, do you have any more questions?”

“No, Master.  I have no more questions.

Chapter 9

“You will suck dick now,” Hans told her.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief.  At least he was going to give her ass a break.  She had already spent two nights with the German master and he had taken her anally at least ten times.  She was starting to think that ass fucking consumed all of Europe; not just England.

The young master did not seem at all like her owner, Cedric.  He was probably twenty two or twenty three and was the youngest dominant on Cedric’s staff.  And he seemed awkward and stiff.  There was none of the carefree, fun-loving nature that she loved in her own owner.  Hans was demanding and exacting.  She supposed that was just the way that Germans were.

“Yes, Master,”” she replied.  She dropped to her knees in front of him and opened her mouth, sucking the head of his soft cock between her lips.  This was something new to her.  She could not remember the last time she saw a soft cock unless it had just finished fucking her.  Cocks were always rock hard when they were first presented to her.

She leaned her head forward, sucking the entire length into her mouth but it remained soft.  Maybe she was losing her appeal.  Maybe he didn’t find her attractive.  But he had specifically asked to borrow her so that couldn’t be it.  Could he be gay?  Maybe that was why he wasn’t hard.  That might also explain why he hadn’t fucked her vaginally.  He had only used her mouth and ass so far.

The tube in her mouth started to stir and she bathed it with her tongue as she started moving her lips up and down the stiffening shaft.  In moments, it was fully erect and she started pumping her head faster.

“How much you worth?” Hans asked her.

Angela pulled her head back to answer, leaving the cock bobbing in front of her face.  “I do not know, Master.  Only my owner knows my value.”

“How much you him cost?” he asked.

She opened her eyes wide, not knowing exactly what the German had just asked her.  “I do not know what my price was, Master.  Only my owner could answer that.

“You can be sold?”

She had just started moving her lips up and down the long pole when he asked the latest question.  There was a day when that question would have sent a chill down her spine but she had already accepted the reality that Cedric could sell her if he chose to.  Today, the question just annoyed her.  Did this guy want a blowjob or did he want to play twenty questions?  Again, she drew her head back.

“I do not know, Master.  Only my owner can answer that.”

“I want buy you,” he announced as she pulsed the head of his cock in and out between her lips.  This was a shocker to her.  It reassured her that she had not lost her appeal but she was still pretty surprised.  He had not shown any real interest in her other than as a sperm receptacle.  And now he wanted to own her?

She decided that since he had not actually asked a question, she did not have to respond.  Instead, she let her lips glide up and down the long slender shaft, hoping to coax his latest deposit of sperm from him.

“I make you my first girl,” he said.  “I not loan you to others.  You like that?”

Angela groaned as she listened to Hans.  Damn!  Now he had asked a question and she would have to reply.  She pulled her head back and looked up at the naked male.  “My wishes do not matter, Master.  Any changes in my ownership are up to my owner.”

He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it into his groin, forcing the long, narrow cock into her throat, almost causing her to gag.  He held it there for a few seconds and then released it, allowing Angela to bob up and down on the cock again.

It took less than five minutes to achieve his orgasm.  The salty seed spewed into her mouth and she swallowed each drop.  She kept the cock in her mouth until it softened and then let it finally slip free.

“I talk to Cedric,” he said as he lay down on the bed.  “You look good on my chain.  I pay much for you.  Now come keep me warm.”

Angela crawled into the bed and snuggled up to her temporary owner.  It was not difficult to keep someone warm in this tropical heat and soon she was sweating.  But she knew enough to keep her body pressed tightly to his until he told her to back away.  She never received that command so she continued to sweat away throughout the night.  She was returned to Cedric the next morning.

“He seems quite smitten by you,” said Cedric as he sat behind his desk in his office.  Angela was bound facing him on an X-shaped cross against one of the walls.  He did not bind her often but occasionally he would lock her into some device for his entertainment or as decoration.

“I doubt that, Master,” she replied.  “He didn’t show any signs of affection at all.  Besides, I’m probably fifteen years older than him.  He would probably much prefer a younger slave.”

Cedric shook his head at her response.  “Why do you always underestimate your value?  Do you remember the first time I took you to an auction as my slave?  You didn’t think anyone would make me an offer.”

Angela blushed as she remembered that embarrassing night.  She was still a mistress then.  “Yes, Master.  I remember that night.”

“And how many offers did I get?”

“I don’t remember, Master.”

“Well, I do.  I received seventeen offers for you,” he reminded her.  “And you weren’t even being offered for sale that night.  Do you believe that number?”

Angela sighed and nodded.  “Yes, Master.  I believe the number.  I heard each of the offers myself.”

“So why does it surprise you that Hans wants to buy you?”

Angela sucked in her breath at the mention of the latest offer.  It was one thing for Hans to tell her that he wanted to buy her.  It was quite another thing, and quite terrifying, to know that he had actually made an offer on her.

“I asked you a question, beautiful bird,” he said as he got up from his chair after she remained silent for so long.  He leaned back against his desk and looked into her eyes.  “Cat got your tongue?”

“No, Master.  Sorry.  I am just surprised that he is interested in me.  That is all.”

“Little bird,” he said as he continued to lean against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest in front of her.  “When will you start to understand how precious and valuable you are?”

Angela shook her head.  It did always shock her at the prices people offered Cedric for her.  “I don’t know, Master.  Will you be selling me?”

“To Hans?” he asked, surprised at the question.  “Heavens no.”

“Will you be selling me someday?”

“I have no plans to sell you.”

“That is not what I asked, Master,” she said with a sigh.  “Will you be selling me someday?”

“I can sell you.”

“Master, if you sell me, would you allow my husband to meet the price and buy me back?”

“Oh, beautiful bird,” he replied.  “I always look out for your best interests. But selling you back to John would be completely unfair to you.”

Angela gasped.  “Master?”

“It would be unfair to you if I sold you to John,” he repeated.  He stepped forward and swiped a finger between her labia without even inserting it into her sex.  Then he held it up for her to see.  It shined as the tropical sun from the window reflected off of it.  “You were meant to be a slave.  You grow more each day of your captivity.  You are blossoming, little bird.  I could never take that away from you.”

He bent down and unfastened her ankles from the cross, letting her put her bare feet on the floor before he continued.  “It would be cruel of me to deny you the excitement and the arousal that you feel when you are owned.  If I sold you to John, your life would return to your old normal.  It would not affect me but it would devastate you.  I could never be so thoughtless.  You have a new normal now.”

He reached up and splayed his fingers, lifting her breasts.  He leaned down and kissed the rounded, full upper swell of each breast.  “Who do these belong to?”

Angela felt tears forming in her eyes as she listened to his words.  She could tell that this conversation was leading to her learning that she was to be sold at some point.  But she determined that she would be brave about it.  It was Cedric’s decision.  She had no say in it.

“They belong to you, Master.”

“Yes they do.”  He kissed each one again and then reached up, unfastening her wrists, leaving her standing naked with her arms at her sides, standing in front of him.

“How could you possibly think that I could sell a treasure that I love so much?” he asked.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest.  “Oh, Master.  I love you so much.  Please don’t ever sell me.”

He stroked her auburn mane with one hand as his other hand stroked down her back over and over again.  She continued to sob and he continued to caress her.  He would let her cry this out of her system.  Eventually, the sobbing did die down but she continued to hold onto him as if he was her life preserver.

“Please don’t ever make me want to sell you,” he finally said.  “It would be very painful for me to part with my beautiful bird.”

She hugged him harder and showered his chest with kisses.  “Master, I will be the perfect girl for you.  I will make you proud of your first slave.  You will see.”

He reached around her again and patted her ass.  “Yes, girl.  I know you will.  You always will.  That’s why I bought you.”

“I will,” she said again.  “I promise.”

He remained silent and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.  She had such a warm and welcoming body and he was reminded again why he bought her.  She was such the ideal slave girl.

Finally, she spoke again.  “I am honored to be the first slave.  Have you figured out how you will let people know that I am your first girl?”

“Yes,” he responded.  “I have.  It will take a few days though until what I ordered arrives.”

“I can’t wait to let everyone know that I am your first girl.”

“I can’t wait either, beautiful bird,” he said.  “I have never felt this way about anyone ever before.  I hope that you like my gifts.”

“Now,” continued Cedric, “about another matter.”

“Yes, Master?” she said as she looked up at him.

“I seem to recall someone asking a lot of questions just now,” he told her, trying to look as serious as he could.  “And you know, I am always happy to answer questions.  But there is a price to be paid.”

“Yes, Master,” she giggled.  Suddenly, she reached up and pushed him backward by his shoulders.  He was caught off guard and fell back, sprawling across the top of his desk.  Papers went flying in all directions.

Angela quickly unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks and tugged them down to his ankles. Before he could even react, she scrambled onto the desk and straddled his hips, lowering herself as she felt his hard, meaty cock slicing into her body.  She leaned forward and dangled a breast at his lips, feeling him suck the nipple into his mouth.

“I have a few more questions, Master,” she giggled again.

“Wow!” he exclaimed as he paused in his suckling.  “I have never been raped by a slave before.  It’s a pleasant experience.”

She giggled again as she rode up and down on his shaft.

Chapter 10

Each night, she curled up with her master in his bed.  She looked forward to this peaceful time when she could rest her head on his strong shoulder and listen to the sounds of this tropical island.  She especially loved hearing the waves lapping against the shore as she listened to her master’s deep, slow breathing.

It was her time to think and reflect.  She had admitted that she loved her master.  And he had told her that he loved her.  So where did that leave them?  Are masters and slaves supposed to love one another?

And what did that mean about her marriage?  She guessed that people could love more than one person.  No, she knew that people could love more than one person.  She loved John and Jack and Jenna.  She loved her parents and her siblings.  But they were all different kinds of love.

Now, she loved John and Cedric in the same way.  She wanted to be with both of them always and forever.  But how could that work?

Maybe she didn’t need to figure it out.  After all, she was owned now.  She only had to do what she was told.  It was up to others to decide for her.  In the end, she realized, it would be Cedric’s decision.  He was actually the one who owned her.  She was returned to John and spent most of the year with him.  But that was only because that was what Cedric had decided.

What would she choose if the decision was up to her?  The answer wasn’t all that clear to her.  She loved her family dearly and wanted to be with them.  But her relationship with them had changed once she became a slave.  There was always a tension of sorts when she was at home nowadays.  It was uncomfortable for her and she guessed that they were probably uncomfortable at times too.

Well, Jack was probably not uncomfortable.  He was the most consistent member of the family.  She was always a slave in his mind and he liked to use his slave to drain his rod as often as he could.  But the others never seemed to be entirely certain about when to treat her as a wife or mother or as a slave.

On the island, her role was always clear.  She was a slave.  In fact, she was the island’s First Slave.  And now she was marked so that everyone on the island knew that she was First Slave.

Cedric’s ‘presents’ arrived a week earlier and he presented them to her in a ceremony that was witnessed by most of the people in the slavers’ compound.  Masters and mistresses and employees and slaves were all gathered to watch Cedric give Angela the proof that she was First Slave of the island.  She was his First Girl.

She was bound over a railing with her arms secured on one side and her legs secured on the other, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air.  A cart had been rolled out to Cedric who stood behind her.  He reached out and caressed her ass as he addressed the gathered crowd of people.

“This belongs to me,” he said as he continued to stroke her up-thrust ass.  Angela blinked at the way he described her.  She would have understood if he said ‘Angela belongs to me.’  Or ‘this girl belongs to me.’  Or even ‘this slave belongs to me.’  But he just said ‘this belongs to me’ and it made her feel just like an inanimate object.

“This,” he continued and gave one of the taut bottom cheeks a pat, “is the First Slave of the island.”

He reached behind him and picked up something from the cart.  Angela could not see the branding iron that was glowing brightly from being heated in the hot coals.  But she felt it.  He pressed the brand to her left bottom cheek and her ass exploded in pain.  Her body tensed and she let out an ear-piercing scream as he held it there for several seconds.  She heard her skin sizzling and smelled the burning flesh.  Even when he took it away, her ass still felt like it was on fire.  A slave poured a bucket of cold water on her ass but that did nothing to relieve the pain.

Fingers worked at her bindings and she was pulled upright in front of Cedric.  He bent her at the waist and then slowly turned her so that everyone could see her brand.  “Know her by this mark.”

Then he straightened her up and held her.  He kissed her as tears rolled down her cheeks and then held her in front of him.  “And know her by this.”

He reached toward the cart and Angela stiffened, fearing that she would be branded again.  Instead of a brand, however, he produced a new collar for her.  He held it up for her to see and slowly turned it for her.  It took her breath away.

It was beautiful.  It was narrow and seemed to be made of white gold.  And all around it, huge diamonds had been mounted and were sparkling in the sunlight.  It had to be worth a half million dollars at least.

There was no hasp on it.  Cedric gently pried it open and fit it around her neck, bending it closed again.  Then, one of the masters stepped forward.  Cedric had her kneel and bend her head forward.  A thick cloth was forced between her neck and the collar where the two ends of the collar came together.  And then the master welded it shut.

Angela gulped when she realized what was happening.  This was permanent.  The brand would be with her forever.  The collar that was being welded around her neck would be with her forever.  She wondered what that meant about her future.

Her butt hurt for several days but eventually the pain went away.  She was left with a scar in the shape of an ornate, script C.  This was not what she had in mind when she asked Cedric for something that would let others know that she was Cedric’s First Girl.  But there would be no doubt in anybody’s mind at this point.

And the new collar left no doubt either.  It was gorgeous and the diamonds sparkled constantly in the bright tropical sunlight.  It clearly separated her from the other girls on the island.  She wore both of her new marks of distinction proudly.

As she rested her head on Cedric’s shoulder and continued to listen to the sounds of the night, she thought about her life and what she would choose if it were up to her.

She loved John and she knew that he loved her.  They had been soul mates almost since they first met.  And she dearly loved her children.  Her daughter didn’t seem to love her back very much these days, ever since her enslavement.  And unfortunately, her son loved her back too much.  Or more accurately, he lusted her too much and treated her in ways that no son should ever treat a mother.

And at home, she kept getting tugged in and out of the slave state, most of the time with no warning or time to prepare.  It was very difficult for her to switch gears like that.  The incident with Denise in the grocery store on the day before she left was a good example.  One moment, she was a normal housewife, shopping for food.  The next moment, she was being groped and claimed as a slave.  It was very hard on her.

But here, she was first girl always.  She was Cedric’s property.  She knew how to behave and she did what was expected of her.  She served her master and whoever else he designated.

Maybe she really should ask Cedric to keep her here all the time.  At least then her life would have more clarity.  She never aspired to being a slave but over the past year, she had come to accept that slavery was her ‘new normal’ as Cedric had put it a couple of weeks earlier.

Cedric had told her that she was meant to be a slave.  She wasn’t sure if that was true.  She wasn’t even sure that she knew what that meant.  She did know that she was constantly aroused nowadays.  Ever since her second trip to the island when she bought Alaine, her pussy was always, always wet with the lubrication of her arousal.  She was constantly prepared to serve sexually.  And that new state of her body coincided with her descent into slavery.  So maybe she really was meant to be a slave.

So, should she ask Cedric to keep her here on the island?  Would she be able to give up the remaining strands of her former existence?  It would be such a final step.  There would be no going back after that.

She knew that the family would be fine without her.  They had each other.  And they had to beautiful and loving slaves to satisfy their sexual needs.  But would she be okay without them?

And what if she asked Cedric to keep her here and he said no?  How would that make her feel?  She was pretty sure that she was his only slave but what if he had more than one part-time slave?  She was not sure that she could share her master with others, even though she knew that he enjoyed sampling other slaves.  He seemed to particularly enjoy sampling the slave named Tempest.  But she could never be jealous of Tempest.  That girl was extraordinarily beautiful and all men and most women would want to sample her.  Plus, Angela knew that Tempest had an owner already so she could not be jealous of that girl.

She had two days left on the island before Cedric would send her home.  She decided that it would be best if she not make any decisions no.  She should clear her mind and spend time with her family before she came to any conclusions.  Besides, the kids started spring break soon and she wanted to be there.  It would be fun.  And then she could wrestle with her issues after that.

Chapter 11

“I have informed John that I will require your presence for an additional two weeks,” Cedric told her on the morning when Angela was scheduled to depart.

Despite her reservations about the topsy turvy life she led with her family, she felt a let-down that she would not be going home right away.  She had mentally prepared herself for the transition.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “May I ask why?”

“You know that you can always ask me anything.  And you know what the rules are for questions.”

“Yes, Master.”  She quickly undressed him and he sat in the chair behind his desk.  This was always the most awkward place for Angela to get fucked but she had learned that she could manage it by slipping her legs under the arm rests of the chair.  She maneuvered into position and felt the huge shaft sliding easily into her sex.

“Why are you keeping me longer, Master?” she asked as she started the steady up and down motion.

“Because I can,” was the short reply.  He tilted his head forward and gave each bobbing nipple a nip with his teeth, eliciting a pair of squeals from the naked and impaled slave.  “I own you.”

“But I also need you for the next two weeks.  I learned this morning that we should expect a heavy volume some time during that time and I may need you to help with the processing.  Plus, a group from our Japanese office will be arriving next week to study some of our methods.  I may want to offer you for entertainment.”

She felt her heart sink at the news.  She absolutely hated it when she had to help with the processing of slaves.  They were always so terrified and she always came out feeling horrible.  Processing occurred between the time when a girl was captured and the moment she was sold.  None of them knew what to expect but they all knew it would be bad.  She always felt so guilty afterward.

And the idea of entertaining Japanese slavers did not hold much appeal for her either.  Occasionally, Japanese men came to the island to buy slaves.  She did not get the impression that they treated their girls very well.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.  “I will do my best to please you.”

“I know you will, beautiful bird,” he smiled.  He placed his hands on her hips and pushed down, fully impaling her and causing her to yelp as the long, thick shaft banged into her cervix.  “You always please me.”

The next five days were hectic as multiple loads of girls were brought to the island.  As the girls started arriving, the place filled up with buyers, some of whom she knew.  Fiona showed up on the first day and she would be staying the week.  She hoped to buy several of the new arrivals.

Bob and Fanny, a Canadian couple who she met during the trip when she bought Alaine, were there also to buy a second girl.  They attended each of the auctions, although they said they were hoping to buy a teenager.  The teenage crop was not due to be delivered until later in the week.

Angela was exhausted after the Monday sale and Cedric let her just lie out by the pool the following day and relax.  But on Monday, she had worked her tail off.  It was not physically strenuous but it was emotionally draining.  She started off the day assigned to the processing room where her job was to shave each of the girls’ pubic areas.  It was easy work but for the terror in each of the girls’ eyes.

Once the auction was ready to begin, Cedric summoned her to the auction block.  For some reason that she did not understand, he liked to have her hold up each girl’s breasts to receive the cane.  Again, it was emotionally exhausting as she kept feeling the impact of the cane through the soft flesh that she cradled in her palms.

After the final sale was completed, she was sent to the holding room where she assisted new owners in collecting their recently purchased slaves.  Throughout the entire day, she was the only handler without any clothes.  All of the rest of the handlers were either masters or mistresses or employees.  At the end of the day, they had sold thirty three women.  All of them were beautiful.  All of them were in their twenties.  And all of them had been free women twenty four hours earlier.

“I see that you decided to come back,” said Fanny as she sat down in the chaise lounge beside Angela’s.  “I suspected that you would when I first met you.  I think I even mentioned that you would be a beautiful slave.  Were you captured or did you volunteer?”

“Hi, Mistress,” replied Angela.  It felt awkward to call her former peer Mistress but she had rules that she needed to live by.  “I guess I was captured.”

Fanny reached out and stroked her hand over Angela’s tight belly, enjoying the firm softness.  “I like having you call me mistress.  Tell me all about your capture.”

Angela told the Canadian woman all about her trip to Cuchilla to visit Ricardo and how he had betrayed her.  Then she related the events that transpired since then and how she was now owned by Cedric.

Fanny slid her hand upward and wrapped her hand around the base of the breast closest to her as she listened.  Bob had talked to Cedric during the week she first met Angela about buying her.  Bob always had his eyes on teenagers but she wanted a more experienced plaything.  Angela would be perfect for her.

Cedric had told him that Angela was not for sale at the time.  Fanny understood that then.  Angela was one of the buyers herself and was just play-acting when Cedric brought her to the auction as a slave.  But a lot had happened since that day.  Maybe Cedric would sell Angela now.  She would talk to him.

“That’s quite an adventure,” remarked Fanny as she tugged one of Angela’s nipples upward.  “What did it feel like when you were on the auction block?  I’ve always wondered.”

“It was horrifying, Mistress,” responded Angela as she watched her breast being elongated.  “It was the worst moment of my life.”

“I’m sure it was,” agreed Fanny as she shifted her attention to the other breast.  “These are incredible, girl.”

Angela winced at being called girl.  She should be used to it by now, she knew, but somehow she never was.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she replied.  “I’m glad that they please you.”

“Oh, they do,” remarked Fanny.  “I could play with them all day.  And, you know, for as horrible as it must have been to be sold, it had a happy ending.  You seem to be blossoming.  You seem very happy.”

Angela nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.  I’m very content being a slave.”

“I’m going to talk to Cedric,” Fanny told her as she stretched the breast particularly high causing pain to shoot from the nipple.  “Does he ever loan you out?”

“Only once, Mistress,” she replied, thinking of her time with Hans.  “Actually twice.  I forgot about one.”

”Oh, actually three times if you count when I am sent back to my family.  Technically, Cedric owns me all the time and I am on loan to my family.”

“So that’s a yes,” nodded Fanny.  “I’m going to ask about borrowing you for a day or two.  I’m sure that Bob and I would have a lot of fun with you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

They lay together in the sun for much of the afternoon.  Fanny stopped groping but her husband, Bob, did his share of squeezing and fondling and stroking once he showed up.  Thankfully, he did not stay long at the pool.  Angela wondered what it would be like if Cedric did loan her to this couple.  They seemed nice enough.  In fact, they almost seemed too nice.  She knew that they owned slaves in the past.  But they always came across as so clueless.

On Wednesday, she was back at work, this time helping to sell a dozen thirty-somethings.  She remembered Cedric once saying that people placed high value on beautiful slaves in their thirties and she remembered disbelieving him.  But he was right.  The prices that people were willing to pay for this batch were astronomical.

Fanny must have talked to Cedric because Thursday found her on loan to the Canadian couple.  Bob and Fanny explored her in every way imaginable and she was rewarded with countless orgasms throughout the day and into the evening.

“What’s this?” asked Bob shortly after Angela arrived.  He was pointing to the cursive C on Angela’s ass.

“That’s her brand,” replied Fanny before Angela could respond.  “He marked her as his a couple of weeks ago.”

“Kind of extreme, if you ask me,” was Bob’s comment.  “We only brand livestock in Canada.”

“Dear,” retorted Fanny.  “She IS livestock.  She’s his property.”  This caused Angela to blush furiously.

“Oh yeah,” he said.  “I guess he is.  Maybe we should brand ours too.”

“We can, dear,” said Fanny.  “Once you find one you want to keep permanently.  But we can’t be marring things that we plan to resell.”

“Oh yeah,” nodded Bob.  “Makes sense.”

“Come girl,” instructed Fanny as she sat down in a chair and opened her robe.  “Let me see how well your little slave tongue works.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Angela crawled to where Fanny was sitting.  She knelt, resting her bottom on her heels and began scooping her tongue between the folds of her mistress’ sex.  Fanny was already quite wet.  Angela started to think that maybe she was not so unusual at being constantly aroused.  Maybe Fanny was too.  Or maybe all women were when they visited this island.

The Canadian woman leaned back and enjoyed the talented tongue that was working on her pussy.  This, she thought, was a perfect example of why not to buy a teenager.  No eighteen year old would be able to flutter and stab and lick like this girl did.

Fanny had noticed the girl’s collar two days earlier and meant to comment on it then but interruptions and distractions kept getting in the way.  Now she reached out and ran her finger around Angela’s neck, just above the collar.

“This is lovely, girl.  It’s exquisite, really.  Did Cedric give this to you?”

Angela pulled her head back long enough to answer.  “Yes, Mistress.”  Then she plunged her tongue deep into the opened sex in front of her face before starting to flutter it over Fanny’s clit again.

“You must be very special to him,” Fanny commented as she trailed her finger along the lower edge of the collar, feeling the girl’s warm skin contrasting with the cool of the metal collar.

Again, Angela pulled her head back to respond.  “I’m his first girl, Mistress.”

Angela heard laughter off to her side.  “I never envisioned him being deflowered so recently,” said Bob with another chuckle.  “I’m surprised he could hold onto his virginity for so long, especially in his line of work.”

Angela pulled her head back yet again and turned toward Bob.  She saw him stroking his moderate and unimpressive cock.

“It means that I am the first girl of the island,” she said with a bit of contempt in her voice.  “That means I’m the top slave.  The brand and the collar are to make sure everyone knows.”

Fanny placed a hand on Angela’s head and gently guided her lips back to her sex.  “Relax, girl.  He can be such an idiot sometimes.”

Angela seethed as she went back to work on the juicy sex in front of her.  How dare he make fun of her master or her position as first girl?  She treasured both.

She quickly brought Fanny to an orgasm.  Fanny then bound her so that Bob could fuck her ass while Fanny coaxed several orgasms out of her beautiful slave girl.

Angela actually enjoyed the time she spent with the Canadian mistress.  She was kind and loving and she definitely knew all of Angela’s hot buttons.  She found Bob to be pretty ordinary and was not overly impressed with either him or his average cock, but she reasoned that was probably because he had pissed her off earlier.

But then again, she realized, she truly did like sizeable cocks.  And Cedric had the most size of anyone who had ever taken her.  Once again, she thought about asking him to let her remain on the island.

Chapter 12

Angela was returned to Cedric early on Friday morning.  A new shipment of girls had arrived overnight but processing would not start until late afternoon.  This allowed Angela to catch up on her sleep after a late night with the Canadians.

It was a small batch so she was allowed to sleep until three.  Only eight girls were to be sold.  But these were the teenagers that so many of the buyers had been awaiting.  Angela could tell by the buzz in the compound as she walked toward the processing center that it would be a full house.

Once again, she was assigned the task of shearing.  She would run the electric clippers over a girl’s Venus mound and would then lather her up, swiping the razor across the mound and then along the thighs near the labia to get any stray hairs.  Then she would wait for the girl’s legs to be lifted and separated and she would glide the razor between the bottom cheeks to remove any hairs that had rooted there.

She usually looked at each of the girls who she denuded to see how they were doing.  After the first one tonight, however, she avoided looking at anything other than the mound that she was to make bald.  The girl had looked so devastated and frightened.

She was working on the fifth girl of the night when she heard loud grunts which was new to her.  “Mmmphhh!”

She kept her eyes on her work and tried to ignore the distractions caused by the desperate girl.

“Mmmmphhhh!!!”

The girl had particularly delicate petals and Angela was very careful as she held the labia and scraped along the outside of each.  This was the prettiest pussy she had seen all week.

“MMMMMPHHHHH!!!” the girl grunted even louder.  Angela finally looked up and gasped and felt her heart start pounding in her chest.

“Oh my god!!!” she screeched.  Then she dropped the razor and stood up, racing from the room.  She looked all over the place for Cedric and finally found him in the settlement room where they were setting up to be able to finalize tonight’s sales.

“Master!” she cried out once she found him.  “It’s Jenna!”

“What’s Jenna?” he asked, somewhat annoyed by the interruption.  “Who’s Jenna?”

“Master, it’s Jenna!  My daughter!  She’s here!”

“Your daughter is here?  She’s not old enough to buy our merchandise.”

“Master!” she cried out again.  “She’s here to be sold!  You have to stop it!”

“Oh no!” he groaned.  “Dear god, how did that happen?”

“I don’t know, Master.  But you have to stop it!”

“Okay, okay, let me think,” he said.  Then he turned to the frumpy looking woman who always worked the settlement table.  “Trudy, take over here.  Make sure you’re ready.  I don’t want any long waits like we had last week.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” said Trudy.

Cedric took Angela to his office.  She was nearly hysterical by the time they got there.  “Let me think.”

“Master, you have to let her go!”

“It’s not that easy, little bird,” he replied.  “I have to account for every girl who was sent for.  I need sales receipts.  I can’t just release one.”

“Then you have to buy her, Master!”  Angela was getting more and more panicky by the moment.

“That’s another problem,” he said.  “I am not allowed to participate in sales at this market.”

“Cedric!!!  That’s my daughter for god sake!!  Forget the damn rules!!!”

He let that infraction slide.  He knew how upset she must be and a momentary lapse would not earn her punishment.

“You once called us pirates,” he said.  “In this way, we are like pirates.  We live by our own rules and any infraction of the rules is dealt with swiftly and harshly… and terminally.”

“Now, settle down,” he continued.  “Let me think for a moment.”

She opened her mouth to scold him again but then shut it before saying anything.  He was right.  Calmness was needed to come up with a solution.

But the image of her baby girl kept coming back to her.  Jenna had been naked and tied spread eagle into a metal frame that could be rotated to provide easy access to all parts of her body.  Even when she closed her eyes, Angela could see the full breasts of her daughter standing proudly on her chest.  And just beyond the generous mounds, her daughter’s gagged but terror-filled face was etched into her memory.

“Call John,” said Cedric.  “Have him buy her.  He has already been vetted for our sales.  Tell him to hurry.  The auction starts in twenty minutes and he probably has less than an hour before Jenna is sold.”

“Yes, Master,” replied Angela, a little more calmly now.  At least they had a plan now.  She went to the phone and placed the call.

“Have him call me on my cell if you don’t reach him,” added Cedric.  “I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, Master.”

She dialed his cell phone first.  There was no answer so she left a message.  She dialed the house but he was not there either.  She called three other numbers where she thought he might be but could not find him anywhere.

“I left a message, Master,” she said in resignation after he returned.

“Good,” he replied.  “I’ll keep my phone with me tonight.  And I came up with another plan.  I called Kate and she agreed to buy Jenna if we can’t get a hold of John.”

“Will she sell her back to us?”

“Yes she will,” he said.  “She’s good people.  By the way, I went to the processing area.  Your daughter was not difficult to identify.  She looks exactly like you.  She is beautiful.”

He had done more than just visit the processing room.  While he was there, he had given Jenna a quite thorough inspection.  As he squeezed the girl’s breasts, he was amazed at the firm fullness and how remarkably similar they were to Angela’s.  And Jenna’s sex was positively flowing as he pumped his finger in and out of her sex.  This was almost a clone of his first girl.  It was going to be very costly for the Dawsons to buy back their daughter.  He was sure she would sell for a small fortune.

“Master,” said Angela.  “Tell me that you did not target my daughter.”

Under more normal circumstances, Cedric would be insulted by this coming from a slave and would have dealt with it swiftly and harshly.  But these were not normal circumstances.  He knew how pained Angela must feel at the moment.  He let this infraction slide also.

“I’m surprised that you could even think such a thing, my bird,” he responded. “I had no idea what your daughter looked like until a few minutes ago.  I would not have known where to find her even if I wanted to target her.  Besides, we target places; not people.  Four of the girls, including Jenna, were collected in Panama City Beach.  Two were collected in Nassau.  And two more were obtained in Cancun.  These are places we go when we need teenagers to sell.  Jenna just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Sorry, Master,” said Angela.  “I should have known better.”

“It’s okay, my pretty pet,” he said as he pulled her naked body to him and held her.  “Now, you need to get to the auction.  You have a job to do.  I will wait for John’s call.”

“Yes, Master.  Thank you.”  She left his office and headed toward the auction room.

“Oh my gosh!!!” she said out loud as she stopped in her tracks once she was halfway to her destination.  “I’m going to have to present Jenna’s breasts to the cane!”  She wasn’t’ sure she could do that.  Should she go back and talk to Cedric about it?  Then she realized that someone would do it, regardless.  At least this would allow her to be close to her daughter for a moment.

She started walking again and eventually made her way to the auction room.  She had learned from past experience to go all the way around and enter through the rear door.  It was further to walk but it ended up taking much less time.  She was almost always the only naked body at a sale other than the girls who were to be sold.  And when she entered through the front door, she had to make her way through a sea of groping and pinching hands.  It was always a torturous journey until she learned about the rear entrance.

She stepped through the door and checked in with the auctioneer who was one of the mistresses this night.  Then, as the auction was about to begin, she went to the back of the stage and took her position.  She looked out across the room and saw that it was packed to capacity with people even standing along the walls.

“Tonight we have eight lovelies available for purchase,” the auctioneer began.  “Each is a fresh catch, having only been collected yesterday and flown in last night.  They have been in our cages for less than twenty four hours.”

“Each is truly exceptional,” the auctioneered continued.  “I visited them earlier in the day to determine how to best market them.  I concluded that no sales pitch would be needed at all for any of them.  Each is remarkably beautiful and each holds the promise of being a passionate and exciting plaything for the lucky buyer.”

“Now, let’s begin with lot number one.”  She paused as a petite blonde was brought onto the stage and then fastened to the post near the front of the stage with her wrists secured behind her back.  “Number one is sixteen years old.”  Then she went on do describe the girl’s exquisite features.  At her cue, Angela stepped forward.  She reached around the girl and held her breasts up to receive the cane.  The breasts were not large but Angela knew that they would probably fill out more in the next couple of years.  She heard the cane whistle through the air and heard the girl grunt loudly as she felt the impact of the cane from below.

Angela stepped back to her assigned position.  Her heart was pounding frantically as she waited for her daughter to be brought onto the stage.  Which lot number would she be?  Had John returned her call yet?  Would Kate really sell Jenna back to them?  She was going crazy with all of the anticipation.

Lot number two was a tall brunette with very generous breasts.  She was beautiful also and was ultimately purchased for five hundred thousand pounds compared to the first girl who went for four hundred thousand.  Number two was taken away and the third girl was brought onto the stage.

Angela gasped when she saw the girl.  This was someone else she knew.  Being fastened to the post was Dawn, one of Jenna’s best friends and the daughter of Denise who had accosted her in the grocery store right before she left home.  The girls must have gone on spring break together.

Dawn was also tall with long raven hair.  She had been an early developer and had an exceptional feminine figure with generous, full breasts.  Angela hardly felt the impact of the cane as she held the bountiful orbs up for punishment.  Dawn was sold for close to a million pounds.

Angela also recognized the fourth girl as one of Jenna’s friends.  Angela had never really approved of this friend of her daughter’s.  April came from a wealthy family, just like Jenna.  But April wore her wealth openly and almost seemed to use it as a weapon to make others feel uncomfortable.  Jenna, on the other hand, was much more modest and unassuming.

April was certainly beautiful, though.  She was about five feet four inches tall with long blonde hair.  Angela guessed her to have D-cup breasts which never seemed to be tethered enough, especially when she was in her cheerleading uniform.  She was the captain of the cheerleading squad at the high school and seemed to take great delight as she saw all of the male eyes in the stadium glued to her chest during cheerleading dances as her animated breasts performed dances of their own.  April was sold for six hundred thousand pounds.  This was turning out to be a very profitable night for the slavers.

Angela’s heart sank as she saw lot number five being brought forward.  She watched as Jenna was led onto the stage and then secured to the post.  She saw the auctioneer glance at her and then to Jenna again and back to her.  It was obvious to Angela that the auctioneer had noticed the likeness.

She listened to the auctioneer extol the virtues of her daughter and blushed as she heard Jenna described in intimate detail.  The auction even added a few embellishments such as talking about Jenna’s strong pedigree as a slave and how there was evidence that she would be quite pleasing as a sex toy.  “And she should be a good breeder for those of you so inclined.”

Finally, the moment that Angela had been dreading arrived.  She stepped forward and reached around her daughter.  She lifted Jenna’s heavy breasts in her palms, amazed at their generous weight.  During the few times that Jenna had ever used her as a slave, she had never touched her breasts.  She had no idea that they would be this firm and this heavy.

“Tease out her nipples a bit,” the auctioneer told Angela.  Angela groaned at the command but immediately gripped her daughter’s nipples, rolling them and stretching them.  Jenna started moaning as the woman behind her started arousing her.

Angela leaned forward and whispered into Jenna’s ear.  “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Just as she got the words out, she felt the impact of the cane pull the nipples from her fingers and heard Jenna grunt.  The bidding started immediately and Jenna was ultimately sold for just over eight hundred thousand pounds.  The remaining girls were sold after that and one more of them was another of Jenna’s friends.  Angela had witnessed four people who she knew well being sold into slavery.

After the sales were completed, the auctioneer walked with Angela to the holding area.  “Lot number five was your daughter, wasn’t she, girl?”

“Yes, Mistress,” sighed Angela.  “She is.”

“I wish we didn’t have that silly rule about not participating in our own auctions.  I would have definitely bought her.  I’ve always had my eye on you and she looks exactly like you.”

Chapter 13

“What?!?!?!?!?” screeched Angela.  Cedric had summoned her from the holding room back to his office.

“Kate didn’t buy her,” he said.  “She lost power while Jenna was being displayed.  By the time she phoned in on her cell, the bidding was over.”

“What about John?”

“He never called,” said Cedric.

“Then who bought Jenna?”  Angela was frantic at this point.  How could all of this be happening?

Cedric sighed.  “Fiona bought her.  She bought two girls tonight, including Jenna.”

“Then I’ll go talk to her right now,” said Angela with a determination in her voice that had been absent ever since she lost her freedom.  She started toward the door but Cedric caught her around the waist and pulled her to him.

“Wait, little one,” said Cedric.  “It’s better that she not know that Jenna is your daughter.  I have an idea.  We still have two possibilities.”

Angela struggled against her master’s grip but he held her firmly.  Finally, she gave up trying to escape from his grip.  “Why is it better that she not know that Jenna is my daughter?”

“Because she will use Jenna against you,” he explained.  “She has called me daily for the past three months trying to get me to sell you to her.  She is fixated on owning you; obsessed.  Once she realizes that she holds your daughter, she will use that knowledge to help her to own you.”

“Then I’ll trade me for her,” said Angela with that same determination as earlier.

“You don’t own you, sweet pet,” he reminded her.  “You have nothing that you can offer to Fiona in exchange for Jenna.”

“Then you will trade me for Jenna,” she replied.

“I agree that I would be very happy with Jenna as my slave, but I would still be happier with you.”

“Cedric!” gasped Angela, surprised at his response.  “You would keep her?  We are trying to figure out how to free her.”

“I have my needs, beautiful bird.”

“How could you even think of keeping Jenna as a slave?”

“I am a slaver,” he replied.  “That’s what I do.  I keep and buy and sell slaves.  I would be trading one slave for another.  But they would both remain in slavery with your solution.”

Angela slumped at his latest words.  “Okay, what is your other solution?”

“Now you are talking sense, pretty bird,” he said as he patted her bottom.  “First, we continue to try to reach John, but it will work even if we are unsuccessful.”

“Tonight,” he continued, “I will go to Fiona.  I will tell her that we had technical difficulties tonight during the auction.  I will say that we had buyers who lost their connection and that two of them were very interested in buying Jenna.  They are still interested and would like to have an opportunity to purchase her from Fiona.  It would be an opportunity for her to make an immediate profit.  As long as she doesn’t realize that Jenna is your daughter, it should work.”

“I have already instructed the handlers to tell Jenna that she should say nothing about you being her mother.  They have already delivered that message.”

Angela sighed again.  “Do you think it will work?”

“I do,” replied Cedric.  “Kate is willing to work with us.  And if we can find John, I know that he will also.”

“It has to work,” Angela said as she started to sob.  “I can’t imagine my baby as a slave.  And I especially can’t imagine her as one of Fiona’s ponies, being fucked each night by a different member of her club.”

They waited an hour and still they did not hear from John.  Cedric figured that Fiona was back in her room by now with her latest purchases so he headed to the mistress’ room.

“Cedric, how nice of you to stop by,” Fiona said as she saw the large black man standing at the door.  “I was just starting to sample my new girls.  Come in.”

“Oh, I don’t’ mean to interrupt you.  Perhaps I should stop by another time.”

“Nonsense,” she said.  She reached out and pulled him into the room.  As she did that, her robe parted and Cedric got a generous view of the naked body beneath the robe.  He was certain that he could sell this one for a mild fortune if he could ever find a legitimate way to get her onto the auction block.

He saw that both girls had been fitted into identical frames once he entered the room.  Each was completely immobilized with their torsos horizontal and their breasts hanging beneath their chests.  Their legs were spread wide, leaving their pussies and asses completely available.  And their heads were held in braces that kept their faces right in front of seats in front of them.

“I was a bit worried about our arrangement at first,” said Fiona.  “But if you keep offering girls like these, I will be very happy.”

Fiona was standing between the two frames and was stroking her hands down the backs of the two naked teenagers.  “Both of these will be huge hits with my members.”

“Although this one,” she patted Jenna’s ass, “looks like she has the potential to be a competition pony.  I’ll test her out when I get back to Sussex.  I was just testing out her tongue before you arrived.  Why don’t you enjoy the black-haired one while I continue.  And you can tell me why you are here.”

“Thank you, Fiona,” said Cedric.  “That’s very generous of you.  What are you calling these two?”  He went behind the one girl as Fiona slipped back into the seat in front of Jenna’s face and parted her robe again.  He freed his cock from his trousers and then rubbed it against the girl’s petals.  She was dry, which was so often the case with freshly caught slaves.  He pulled his bottle of lubricant from his pocket and coated his cock.

“I haven’t named them yet,” Fiona said.  “I like to understand their personalities before I give them their pony names.  Did I tell you that Angela is now Hellfire?”

Jenna’s’ tongue was already working on the woman’s pussy.  There was no way that she would be whipped again.  But her eyes opened wide when she heard her mother’s name.  Mom is Hellfire?

Cedric placed the tip of his cock at the girl’s sex and slowly slid it in.  She groaned as the huge member stretched her.  Cedric noticed that the girl did not speak or protest and assumed that Fiona had already threatened to punish them harshly if they said anything.

“So for the time being, I’m using their birth names.  Your cock is in Dawn.  And the tongue that is pleasing me belongs to Jenna.”  Then she laughed.  “Actually, the tongue belongs to me.  But her name is Jenna.”

“Beautiful names for beautiful girls,” said Cedric as he started a slow in and out motion.  He saw a single angry red stripe down the length of Jenna’s back and assumed that she had balked when she was first ordered to service Fiona.  Thankfully, it had only taken one kiss of the whip to get her to comply.

He always enjoyed it when he was offered an opportunity to sample one of the newly captured girls.  His slaver’s code would not allow him to try them out before they were sold.  But if an owner offered one after they had been purchased, he would not turn it down.

He remembered this one from the auction.  She was a tall one with large, full breasts.  From this angle, everything seemed to be beautifully proportioned and she felt exquisite wrapped around his cock.  He looked down and watched as his black shaft would emerge from the girl’s alabaster body, only to sink into it again.

Fiona’s voice shook him back to the present.  “What was it you wanted to talk about, Cedric?”

“Ah yes,” he sighed.  He would have preferred to keep his focus on the leggy and well endowed teenager.  But he was here for business purposes.  “The reason for my visit.”

“I learned that we had difficulties tonight with the internet feed,” he continued.  “One of the buyers has already called, complaining that she was cut off and could not continue bidding.”

“Then that’s my good fortune, Cedric,” replied Fiona.  “Maybe I got a girl for less than I would have.  Although each of them cost me much more than I am used to paying.”

“Yes, that is indeed your good fortune,” said Cedric.  He heard Fiona moan as Angela’s daughter moved the mistress closer to orgasm with her tongue.  “And perhaps your fortune can be enhanced.  The buyer has asked to be able to make an offer on that girl.  I want to wait until tomorrow, though, to see if any other buyers were affected.”

Fiona moaned loudly and Cedric saw the mistress tense.  Jenna had just delivered an orgasm to her new owner.  He remained silent until Fiona recovered.

“Let’s switch girls, Cedric,” Fiona said after she came back down from her orgasm.  “I want to try out my other pony.”

“Of course,” he said as he pulled his sword from the wet, warm sheath of the raven haired beauty.  But now he wasn’t sure what to do.  He was being offered Jenna and somehow that seemed wrong.

It did not seem wrong to him as a male.  Jenna was so much like Angela that he could not wait to fuck her.  And it did not seem wrong to him as a slaver.  Slavers were used to using slaves however they wanted to.

But it seemed wrong to him as Angela’s owner.  Angela had grown on him in ways that he never would have imagined.  She was more like a wife to him than a slave.  No, wife was not the right word.  She was like a partner to him.  He trusted her completely and relied on her.  How would she react if he fucked her daughter?

“Is something wrong, Cedric?” asked Fiona.  “You don’t like my other girl?”

“Oh, Fiona, it’s nothing like that.  Your other girl is exquisite.  I was just admiring her before I sampled her.”  Cedric could not come up with a way to avoid the inevitable.  He moved behind Jenna and positioned the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to her sex.

Jenna let out a long, low moan as she felt Cedric’s cock slide slowly into her.  Unlike her friend, she was lubricating freely and his cock entered her easily.  But he was huge; much bigger than any of the boys who had fucked her in high school.  And she couldn’t believe that Cedric would do this to her.  She owned slaves too!  She was a mistress!  And she knew that Cedric knew this.  Why would he fuck her as if she was a slave?

“Bring me any offers that you receive, Cedric,” said Fiona.  “I’ll at least consider them.  But don’t hold your hopes too high.  I’m very pleased with the purchases that I made tonight.”

“This one,” she continued, “will be a huge hit with the members.  We haven’t had a pair of tits like that in the stables for quite a while.”

“And the other one you are with is exceptional too, although I’m thinking of keeping her for myself.”  Fiona paused and moaned as Dawn’s tongue moved her closer to an orgasm.  “I haven’t decided yet.  The members will love using her too.  But there is something about her that makes me want to keep her as my own pet.”

“Yes,” thought Cedric to himself.  “There’s something about her that makes me want to keep her also.”  He needed to concentrate.  There were so many things that he had to plan out and anticipate.  But the delicious body of the teenager who was impaled on his cock kept distracting him.

He could easily envision owning both the mother and daughter.  Each was stunningly beautiful and each felt divine wrapped around his cock.  He felt Jenna’s vaginal walls gripping his cock just like her mother’s did.  And he saw her asshole tightening and relaxing, almost as if it was winking at him.  Angela’s did that too and it was delightful to watch.

But he knew that he needed to focus.  There were so many things he needed to figure out in his mind.  What price should be offered to Fiona in order to effect the sale?  And if Jenna could be purchased, what next?  Could they afford to release her back to her family?  What if she talked?  This would be a huge risk to the organization and if others in the organization ever found out, they would surely have him killed for being so reckless.

And what story could she possibly even have once she returned home?  She had gone on spring break with three friends but she would be the only one to return home.  Surely the police would want to question her and that could not possibly be good for his organization of slavers.

It was becoming clearer in his mind that, even if Fiona were to sell Jenna back to either Kate or John, she could not be released back to her family, at least not immediately.  So that left three alternatives in his mind.  Let Fiona keep her.  Let Kate take her.  Or keep her on the island.

And he knew that Angela would not be happy with any of these alternatives.  For the present, he enjoyed watching his black cock pumping in and out of the teenager and enjoyed seeing her milky white, perfect skin contrasting with his darkness.

Chapter 14

“What kind of choice is that?!?!?!?!” demanded Angela.  She was standing naked with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips as she glared at Cedric across his desk.  He had just shared with her the three alternatives that he had come up with regarding Jenna’s future.

“It is the only way,” he said.  “She would be too much of a threat to the organization if she was released at this point.  Even if she did remain silent, the police would be suspicious and would start probing.  They might even suspect your daughter was involved in foul play.  She returns but her three friends remain missing.  I think that she would come under a lot of scrutiny.”

“Cedric, this is horse shit!!!!”  Angela was angry now.  This whole thing was turning into a nightmare.  “So are you telling me that Jenna can either be a pony or a lesbian’s sex toy or your little slave?”

Cedric sighed.  He would save her punishment for later but she did have to be punished this time.  He could not continue to overlook her infractions.

“It is unfortunate that your daughter was collected,” he told her.  “As I said, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  But she was caught.  She was processed.  She was sold.  She is a slave.  The only decisions to be made are where she will remain and who she will serve.”

Angela opened her mouth to speak but then closed it when she saw Cedric furrow his brow.  She knew that she had probably already earned punishment and there was no sense in earning more, especially since she had no idea what to say.  She was too furious to even think clearly at the moment.

“If we let Fiona keep her, we can always buy her back in a year,” Cedric went on.  “Fiona usually only keeps a pony for a year before freshening her inventory.”

“But you have no idea how demeaning it is to be treated as a pony,” she said.  “Master,” she added a moment later.

“You are right,” he agreed.  “I don’t know what it’s like.  I have been to Fiona’s club and witnessed it, but I have thankfully never experienced it.”

“Well I have,” she responded.  “It’s completely dehumanizing to be kept in a stall and trotted and raced, only to become someone’s sperm receptacle at the end of each day.”

“There is always Kate,” he said.  “She is a kind mistress.  And I’m sure that Tempest and Elke would look out for her.”

“This is all so unfair, Master.  I don’t understand why my baby can’t be set free.  Why can’t she go home?”

“I’ve already explained that to you, beautiful bird,” he said.  “She represents an unacceptable security risk.  Perhaps after she has been conditioned, she can be treated as you are and be released for periods of time.  But until she can be observed and trained, we cannot take that chance.”

“Grrrrrr,” growled Angela as she raised her arms and then swung them back down, punching her thighs with her fists.

“Be careful, pet,” warned Cedric.  “Don’t damage my property.”  Angela growled again but did not repeat her earlier action.

“Besides,” he continued.  “How do you know she won’t like being a slave?  Some girls are very content being owned.  You seem to enjoy it.  Don’t you?”

“That’s different, Master,” she said.  “I had a choice.”

Cedric chuckled.  “That seems to be a bit of rewriting history.  The fact is that you had no choice.  You were captured… twice; first by Ricardo and then by the mercenaries.  You were sold.  I bought you.  I own you.  Which part did you choose?”

Angela sighed.  Cedric was right, she knew.  There was no difference.  She never had a choice.  She was owned now and would remain owned regardless of what she wanted.  It just seemed so unfair that her baby was entering slavery also.

“I’m going to put you in your cage now, beautiful bird.  It will let you calm down and you can think about the three alternatives.  I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Master, must you lock me up?”

“Yes, love,” he replied.  “It’s for your own good.  I don’t want to punish you any more than I have to.”  He led her into the playroom and pushed her into the cage.  And then he left to let her settle herself down.

Angela was steaming.  She paced back and forth in her cage, although it was so small that she could only go a few steps before she would have to turn around.  She was lucky that she had been able to control her temper as well as she had but she knew that she had still earned herself some punishment.

Eventually, she did settle down.  She had to think about Cedric’s three options and hope that there was a fourth that she could dream up.  And she wondered where John was during all of this.  They still had not heard back from him.

She finally stopped pacing and sat down in a corner of the cage.  As hard as she tried, she was not able to come up with another solution that would be acceptable to Cedric.  She was afraid that she would have to resign herself to her daughter being a slave.  It was growing late and she finally fell asleep in the cage in the playroom.  Cedric left her in there for the night.

In the morning, she woke up and called out to Cedric.  When she heard no response, she started to think about the three options again.  Letting Jenna stay with Fiona was out of the question in her mind.  She could not bear knowing that her daughter was prancing naked for the amusement of sick Brits and eating out of a feed bag and sleeping in a stall.  That life sounded horrible.

That left Kate or the island.  She hardly knew Kate although she had spent some time with Elke and quite a bit of time with Tempest.  Kate’s two slaves seemed very happy and very content with their new positions in life so maybe that was the answer.

But Kate appeared to be lesbian to her.  Angela had no problem with lesbians.  She would not even be bothered if Jenna came to her one day and told her that she was lesbian.  But something like that should be chosen and not forced upon a person.  Kate did seem like a good owner, though.

Kate was a possibility, but so was the island.  She actually loved it here.  Maybe Jenna would learn to love it too.  But what would Jenna’s role be here?  She belonged to Cedric which was the main reason she liked it here.  Who would her daughter belong to?  She would talk to Cedric more about it when he returned.

A slave girl came into the cottage mid morning to tend to Angela.  She secured Angela’s wrists behind her back and then let her out of the cage to use the bathroom.  She showered and then pampered Angela before feeding her.  Before she left, she attached Angela’s wrist cuffs to a post in the bedroom where she would spend most of the rest of the day.  Why would Cedric do this to her?  He never bound her these days other than for his amusement.  Now she was being treated like a prisoner.

Cedric had left the cottage early that morning and arranged for the care and feeding of his first girl.  He attended to some paperwork in the morning and made final preparations for the auction that was to be held that evening.  Another batch of teenagers had arrived during the night and were to be sold that afternoon.  Then he headed to the classroom to enjoy his second girl, as he had started to consider Jenna.

Fiona had been forced to stay on the island because of the heavy demand for this shipment of girls which had created a backlog.  She had enrolled Jenna in the basic slave skills classes that were offered on the island and Cedric decided to assist in the training.  And he had already arranged for Jenna to be assigned to him.

The morning sessions were focused on etiquette and the girls were taught how to stand and kneel and walk properly.  It was the afternoon session that he looked forward to.  Those sessions focused on sexual skills.  After lunch, he walked to the classroom building to help in Jenna’s education.

When he entered the room, he saw a dozen girls practicing fellatio with dildos that were mounted on the wall of the classroom.  He walked slowly down the line of naked, kneeling girls, listening to the slurping sounds of the new slaves servicing their plastic masters as the instructor gave them correction and advice.

This had been a good crop, he thought.  All of the eight teenagers were in the room as were four others who had been sold earlier in the week.  Each of the twelve was exquisite but the two that Fiona had bought were clearly the cream of the crop.  Fiona had chosen wisely.

He still could not get over the breasts on the raven-haired beauty named Dawn.  He stood off to the side of her and admired the generous swells rising and falling with each of the girl’s breaths and jiggling slightly as she bobbed her head on the dildo.

But it was Jenna’s form that intrigued him the most.  She was soft and warm; just the kind of slave that he liked to cuddle up with.  And her breasts were much more natural and inviting to him.  They were more tear-dropped shaped than the two large rounded snow cones that were perched on Dawn’s chest.  They were perfect in his mind; just like her mother’s.

Eleven other men entered the room and each of them took a chair.  Cedric grabbed the one behind Jenna and waited.

“You may stop now, girls,” said the instructress.  Several of the girls breathed a sigh of relief while several others flexed their jaws to stretch them.  “Now you will practice on a real male.”  This drew gasps from a number of the girls.

“Turn around and crawl to the male in front of you,” the instructor said.  “Then you may begin.  Remember, no teeth.”

Jenna blushed furiously when she saw that it was Cedric who she was expected to serve.  She was not sure that she could even get his huge rod into her mouth.  And what would her mother think if she learned that she had given her mother’s owner a blowjob?  And where was her mother, anyways?  She assumed that her mom was Cedric’s exclusive outlet for sexual pleasure.

She crawled to where Cedric was seated and then reluctantly looked up at him.  “May this girl pleasure you, Master?” she asked.

That line had been drilled into each of the girls earlier in the day during the etiquette session.  While the words were difficult for her to say, it was better than the punishment she knew she would receive if she didn’t say them.

“Please do, girl,” he replied.

“May this girl undress you?”

“You may open my slacks.”

With trembling hands, Jenna reached up and unfastened Cedric’s belt.  It was not that she had never given a blowjob before.  She had done that several times in the past.  But it was different being a slave.  She always had a choice before.  She always did it to please someone.  Now, she was doing it to avoid punishment.

She got the button undone and lowered the zipper.  She reached in and felt her face blush again as she found the soft tube of flesh.  She wrapped her fingers around it and just barely stifled a gasp as she felt how big it was.  And it wasn’t even erect yet!  She took a deep breath to calm herself and then tugged the cock out into the open.  This time, she did gasp at its size.

She quickly glanced around the room to see how the other girls were doing.  All of them were dealing with very large cocks although the one before her was by far the largest.  She saw that Dawn’s cock was already erect and saw her friend’s lips gliding up and down the impressive shaft.

Jenna took another deep breath and then leaned forward.  She had to open her mouth wide to fit around the cock but she managed to suck the head of the bludgeon in.  She bathed the head with her tongue, just as the instructor had told her to and then sucked some more of the shaft in.  She kept her tongue moving over the pole and felt the thing hardening and elongating.  She had to back away slightly as it lengthened and her eyes grew wide once it was fully erect.  This thing was HUGE!!!!!

Cedric had to work hard to keep from chuckling at the girl’s reactions.  She was quite vocal and animated as she tried to handle his cock.  And her facial expressions were priceless.  He watched her red lips stretched tightly around his black shaft and moving up and down on it.  She could only take about half of him into her mouth before he felt his cock touch the back of her throat.  She was a tiny thing, just like her mother.

He saw that her eyes were closed.  Occasionally, she would open them and glance up at him, only to blush and close them again.  Each morning, the girls in training had their makeup meticulously applied by the cosmetologists on staff here.  If he was not mistaken, however, the only makeup that Jenna wore was the bright red paint on her lips.  She did not need any additional enhancement to her beauty.

“Use your hands more, girl,” the instructor told Jenna with a tap of the cane to her bottom.  Jenna reacted quickly and used both hands to wrap around the shaft, sliding them up and down its length as her head continued to bob.

“How is she doing, Cedric?” asked the instructor.  “It’s a pleasant change having you in here helping with the students.”

“She’s doing marvelously,” he replied.  It was true.  The girl had a very talented tongue and her lips were providing just the right amount of stimulation.  And he hadn’t felt even a hint of teeth yet.  “And it’s good to be here.  I always enjoy furthering a girl’s education.”

“Now suck his balls, girl.”  Another tap from the cane.

Jenna pulled her mouth off of the meaty shaft, thankful to be able to flex her jaw for a moment.  She pushed the cock back so it lay along the black male’s belly.  Then she lowered her head and sucked one ball at a time into her mouth, bathing it and rolling it back and forth with her tongue.  Jenna was surprised.  Even this guy’s balls were huge.

Cedric was pleasantly surprised too.  Most girls balked at this command.  But Jenna had quickly complied with the mistress’ instruction.  Maybe she was meant to be a slave just like her mother.  She was a slave now, for sure.  Now all that mattered was for him to find a way for him to own her.

“Go back to his cock now, girl,” the instructor said.  Again, Jenna felt a tap.  “You’re doing well.”

Jenna quickly slipped her lips around the black cock again and began bobbing her head.  Cedric was getting close to climax and he wanted it to last a bit longer.  He reached out and placed his hand on the back of the girl’s head and held it steady so that he could hold out for some more time before climaxing.  But she kept her tongue moving, rubbing it against the head of his cock.  Cedric lost his battle and quickly erupted, streaming his hot seed into her mouth.

Jenna opened her eyes wide as her mouth filled with the salty sperm.  They had been told ahead of time that they were to always swallow all of it.  But there was so much of it!  She gulped and swallowed and then gulped again.  She felt the sticky goo sliding down her throat as she felt the shaft in her mouth slowly start to soften.

Cedric finally stood up after Jenna had swallowed the last of his load and patted her on the head.  “Good girl.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jenna just knelt there, dazed.  She could barely fit that thing in her mouth and yet she had gotten him to climax.  Could her mother do that?  How could her mother handle that huge thing?  And where was her mother anyways?

She looked around the room.  All of the girls were still working on their assigned cocks.  She winced as she saw the instructor slice the cane through the air and strike one of the other girls on the butt.  She noticed that Dawn already had two stripes on her bottom.  At least she had been spared any kind of punishment while she was servicing Cedric.

She tried not to think about what lay ahead of her.  It was too depressing to even consider.  The last forty eight hours of her life had been a nightmare.  She had gone from being a free, fun-loving teenager on vacation to being a slave within the span of two days.

The time in the processing room where her mother had shaved her sex and then someone else had tattooed something near her pussy was horrifying.  And then the awful experience on the stage when she was sold was unimaginably bad.  Today had been a relative cake walk in comparison to those other experiences.  If all she had to do was give blowjobs from now on, she could adjust to that.  She would behave and do what was expected of her until she could find a way to escape.

“John phoned this morning,” Cedric said as he entered the playroom.  “He had been on a plane when you called yesterday and didn’t get the message until this morning.”

“A plane?” asked a surprised Angela.  She was still attached to the post.  “Where was he going?”

“To Panama City Beach to find Jenna.”

“Oh,” nodded Angela.  “Did you tell him that you found her?”

“Yes,” he replied.  “He knows she’s here.”

“And?”

“And we had a discussion,” he answered.  “He was not at all happy that Jenna was collected.  He was angry with me at times.  You should be happy to know that he demonstrated all of the appropriate responses of a father who has just lost a daughter.  But we discussed the situation.”

“And?”

“And we agreed to talk again later tonight.  There are several decisions that he needs to think about.”

“And?” Angela asked again.

“And now it is time for your punishment.”

“Oh, Cedric.  I mean Master.  You can’t be serious.  My daughter’s life is at stake.  Of course I’m going to be upset.”

“No, beautiful bird,” he replied.  “Her life is not at stake.  Nothing is at stake.  It’s simply a matter of making the right decisions.  Now it is time for your punishment.”

“Please, Master,” she implored.  “Not the paddle again.”

He detached her from the post and led her to one of the many devices that were designed to hold a female form.  “No, I won’t use the paddle.  My Japanese colleagues arrive tonight.  And I want you without any marks as you entertain and impress them.”

He bound her into the frame and her arms and legs were stretched outward, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.  Then he attached alligator clamps to her nipples and clit.  Each clamp had a wire attached to it which he plugged into a box.

He pushed a button on the box and then left the room.  That started an unpredictable sequence of painful electrical shocks as she lay there helplessly.  At several points, she was sure that her nipples and clit were being burned off of her body.  She vowed to never get cross with her owner again.

Chapter 15

Cedric had never talked to a parent of one of the girls who were now slaves before.  For that matter, he had never spoken to a husband of one.  Now he had spoken to both.  And both were John.

They had talked in the morning.  At times, the conversation had been rocky.  And at times, it had been heated.  He was tempted to not talk to John at all because it introduced risk into his operation.  But he finally decided that he should.  He admired Angela’s husband and always found him to be pragmatic.  That was probably why John was so successful and so wealthy.  He thought he might be able to reason with Jenna’s father.

He reflected on their earlier conversation as Angela was in the other room receiving her punishment for her latest infractions.  He and John were scheduled to talk again later this evening and he wanted to prepare for that discussion.

“Your daughter was collected, John,” Cedric had informed him.

“Collected where?” was John’s response.  “What do you mean collected?”

“She was collected in a town named Panama City Beach in your country in Florida,” he explained.  “I had nothing to do with her selection, I want you to know.  But she was selected.  I wish to talk with you about her future.”

“What?!?!?!?” blasted John.  “You stole my daughter?!?!?!?!?”

“Please settle down, John,” said Cedric as calmly as he could.  “I did not call you to anger you.  I called you because you have always been a reasonable man.  I consider you to be my friend.  I want to work with you to find a good resolution for Jenna.”

“It’s not enough that you own my wife?!?!?!?!?” blurted John.  “Now you want to own my daughter too?!?!?!?!?”

“John, please settle down,” said Cedric.  This was not going well but he had not expected it to go well.  He knew that the man would be upset.  “I do not own Jenna.  That is one of the problems that we have to work together on.  She was sold to someone else.”

Cedric spent the next fifteen minutes describing the events of the past forty eight hours.  He left out the part about him fucking the man’s daughter the night before.  There was no reason for him to know that; or about the blowjob.

“Since she was captured with three of her friends, I can’t see any way of having her released immediately.  The authorities will be all over her.  That would ultimately lead them to the island or one of our other operations.  And it would ultimately cost me my head.”

“I can’t believe that you could snatch innocent girls from the streets and sell them as slaves,” John said with a raised voice.  “Have you no morals?”

“John,” Cedric paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.  “Please do not speak to me of morals.  I provide a service.  It was you who bought two of the innocent girls who we collected from the streets.  It is you who bought them; not me.  It is you who keeps them as slaves; not me.”

That silenced John.  Cedric waited a few moments before continuing.

“I wanted to talk with you to find the best solution for your daughter.”

“The best solution is to send her home to me,” replied John.

“I’m afraid that is not possible,” was Cedric’s response.  “At least it is not possible at the moment.  She cannot be sent home until I can be sure that she will not endanger the organization.  And even if I wanted to send her home right now, I couldn’t.  She was bought.  She is owned by another.”

“Who owns Jenna?” John asked.

“I am not sure that you have met her,” Cedric responded.  “Her name is Fiona.  She lives in England.”

“Is that the one you sent Angela to?”

“Yes.  She is one and the same,” said Cedric.

“Why would she want to buy my daughter?” asked John.

“She does not know that Jenna is your daughter.  She does not even know that Jenna is Angela’s daughter and I am trying to keep it that way.  Things could become very difficult if Fiona finds out.”

“As to why she would buy Jenna,” Cedric continued.  “That should be obvious.  Your daughter is exquisite.  She is strikingly beautiful.”

“She is?” John replied.  He knew his daughter was pretty but he had never thought of her as strikingly beautiful.  He supposed that some fatherly filter blocked that image of Jenna from him.

“She is,” said Cedric.  “I would place her at the top of the list with Angela.”

“Wow!” exclaimed John.

“Now, here is what I am proposing, John.  You will need to make a decision so listen carefully.  I am proposing that an offer be made to Fiona to purchase Jenna.  It will have to be a lucrative offer because Fiona seems to very much like Jenna and her friend.”

“Who else did Fiona buy?” asked John.

“A girl named Dawn,” was Cedric’s response.

“Oh god,” muttered John.

“I take it you know her?”

“Yes, I know her.”  Indeed he did know her.  He practically lusted over her.  Now that was a girl who was strikingly beautiful in his mind.  He often fantasized about sinking his cock into that sweet pussy.  “Are you proposing that an offer be made for both girls?”

“No,” replied Cedric.  “Just Jenna.  We will have a chance to buy Dawn back in a year if we wish.  Fiona only keeps her girls for a year and then sells them.”

“Okay,” said John, disappointedly.  He would not mind owning that tall curvy package.

“Now we come to the decisions.  You don’t have to answer me now.  We can talk again later today.  The first is who should Jenna’s owner be?  You can buy her or I can buy her or a friend of mine can buy her.  You may have met Kate when you were here buying Kim.  Kate has offered to hold Jenna while she is adjusting and then sell her back at cost.”

John did remember Kate.  That was another beautiful, curvy package that he would not mind owning.  But she was a slave owner herself so that seemed unlikely.

“Yes, I remember Kate.”

“It is your choice.  Do you want to own Jenna?  Do you want me to own her?  Or Kate?  Now, the second decision is how much do we offer Fiona for Jenna?  Your daughter was sold for eight hundred thousand pounds.”

This drew a whistle from John.  That was a lot of money!  Neither one of his girls cost that much.  “Wow!”

“I would recommend one million two hundred thousand pounds,” Cedric went on.  “That should get her attention and it will provide her a nice profit on merchandise that she only had in inventory for a couple of days.  But the decision is yours.”

“Okay,” said John.  “When are you planning to make the offer?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” said Cedric.  “We are selling some more teenagers later today and I’m hoping that Fiona finds another one that she likes.”

“Okay, I’ll have an answer for you,” said John.

“Very good, John.  I will call you later today.”

Cedric looked down at his watch.  Angela had been punished long enough, he decided.  He went into the playroom and switched off the device.  “Has my beautiful bird learned her lesson?”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered in reply.  The device was damnable!  She never knew when she would receive the next shock or how strong it would be.  Cedric had used a program that was totally unpredictable.  All of the shocks hurt but some were excruciatingly painful.  Her entire body was coated with a sheen of perspiration from the exertions of her ordeal.

He removed the clamps from her nipples and rolled the stiff nubbins back and forth in his fingers to work the blood back into them.  Angela groaned as the old pain was replaced with new pain, but then all of the pain subsided.  He removed the clamp from her clit and rubbed the abused little bud until Angela was moaning loudly.  He continued to rub the sensitive little nubbin until Angela finally tensed and groaned from her orgasm.  He rotated her frame and then plunged his cock into her vulnerable ass and fucked her until he flooded her bowels with his sperm.  He knew that she would not make the same mistake again soon.

Cedric released Angela from the frame and helped her to stand up.  “Go prepare yourself for my colleagues, pet.  I’ll send for you once they arrive.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied humbly.  “But won’t you be needing me for the auction later today?”

“No, beautiful bird,” he responded.  “You have more important work impressing the Japanese.  I’ll have one of the other girls help.”

“Yes, Master.”

Cedric went to the processing room to inspect the newest merchandise that was being offered tonight.  Again, there were eight girls although they had been collected in different resort towns.  It never made sense to revisit the same place too often.  And again, they were all beautiful.

He walked around the frames that they were bound in, squeezing breasts and probing pussies.  He tried to predict which ones, if any, Fiona would bid on.  There was a beautiful redhead with substantial breasts and he made a mental note that this one seemed to meet the British mistress’ criteria.  Plus redheads were relatively rare.  At least natural redheads were.  Her pubic hair had already been removed, though, so he couldn’t verify that her hair color was natural.

He came across one of the girls who had small breasts.  He judged her to be A-cup at best.  “How old is this girl?” he asked the attendant as he plumped one of the tiny breasts.  The girl had a terrified look in her eyes but the gag prevented her from screaming or protesting.

“Fourteen, Cedric,” said the female attendant.

“The order was for sixteen to nineteen year olds.”

“I know,” replied the attendant.  “But apparently she was with some older friends last night and got caught up in the sweep.  And we don’t have a catch and release program.”

Cedric sighed.  He had sold girls this young before but he didn’t like to.  He preferred to let them mature a bit more before he put them on the block.  But maybe there would be a buyer for her tonight.  He probed a finger into the girl’s sex.

“She’s a virgin, it that’s what you’re wondering,” said the attendant.

“Thanks,” he said as he moved on to the next girl.  This was a black beauty who had a generous chest and a very narrow waist.  Her legs were toned and muscled and he could easily picture her pulling one of Fiona’s carts.  Maybe Fiona would bid on this one too.

A slave entered the room and interrupted his inspection of the merchandise.  The Japanese had arrived, she informed him.  He instructed the girl to fetch Angela and to bring her to his office with cuffs already attached.  She was to secure Angela’s wrists behind her back once they got to his office.

He met the Japanese visitors and took them to his office, explaining that their arrival was very timely.  An auction was to begin shortly and they could see that part of the operation in person.

The slave delivered Angela a few minutes later.  Cedric excused the girl and then turned Angela to face the visitors.  “This is the first girl of the island,” he told them.  “She belongs to you during your stay.  She will take care of your needs and will be able to answer most of your questions.”

Angela sucked in her breath in surprise at her owner’s words.  She knew that she was expected to entertain the guests which she assumed meant that they would fuck her.  But she didn’t expect to be given to them.

“She will arrange for additional girls to meet your needs,” Cedric continued.  Angela breathed a sigh of relief at those words.  There were six Japanese men in the group and she knew she would be exhausted by the end of their visit if she had to ‘entertain’ them all by herself.

They attended the auction together with Angela kneeling in the center of a semicircle of chairs that held the six visitors.  She did not get to watch any of the auction, though.  She had her face buried in one groin or another throughout the sale.

Chapter 16

Angela kept a steady stream of slave girls flowing through the suite that housed the Japanese.  The men were insatiable.  Were they really here for business purposes or was this just a vacation fuck-fest for them?  They rarely left the suite and were constantly seeking sexual entertainment.

When they did leave the suite, they always traveled as a pack and always dragged her along.  Then, once they returned to the suite, they would descend on her again and fuck her silly.

Despite all of the help from all of her slave sisters, she was becoming chafed and sore.  There were only so many cocks that a girl could handle in three days.

She had no idea why she was so popular with the Japanese men.  The girls she brought into the suite were all younger than her.  She thought that many of them were prettier.  Many had larger breasts.  They were all different sizes and colors.  But the visitors seemed to be completely fixated on her body.

There were two things that the Japanese males shared in common.  One was their love of rope.  During the three days that she was their pet, she always seemed to be bound with rope.  And it wasn’t just a matter of having her wrists tied together.  They created quite elaborate bindings for her.

As they had her lead them around the compound to visit various aspects of the operation, she would wear a rope ‘bra.’  It wasn’t really a bra but that’s what she came to call the bondage.  Rope would be wound around her chest and sometimes around her breasts.  Each day, the bra was different.  But each day, the rope was formed into an intricate pattern that captured and sometimes tormented her breasts.

At some point during each day, they would give her rope ‘panties.’  Again, each day was a different pattern but each day the rope would be wound around her hips and between her legs.  Usually a strand or multiple strands would be pulled tightly through her slit and it chafed her if she had to walk too far.

There was also the rope ‘corset’ which was used to punish and constrict her already narrow waist.  And the worst was the rope ‘glove.’  Her arms would be pulled together behind her back and then severely bound with delicate weavings of the rope.  Her elbows ended up being pulled together as they tightened the bondage and she always ended up with her shoulders pulled back painfully.

The other thing that the men shared was their love of sharing a girl.  She was never used by only one male.  There were always at least two of them using her body.  Their favorite was to fuck her pussy and ass at the same time although the combination of pussy and mouth or ass and mouth were also pretty common.

Thankfully, she had just seen them to their plane and they were on the runway, ready to leave the island.  She wanted to take a bath and soothe her aching sex and bottom.

But first, she needed to find Cedric.  She had not had a chance to talk to him during the three days to find out what was going on with Jenna.  She didn’t even know whether Jenna was still on the island.  She had really been out of touch for the past three days.

“You did great, beautiful bird,” he said as she entered his office.  “My colleagues loved you.  And once again, I received offers for you.”

Angela took a deep breath before she asked her question.  “Did you sell me, Master?”

Cedric laughed.  “Of course not.  You are too much fun to have around.  And I kind of like the way that everyone wants what I own.  I’m the envy of everyone I know.  But it is time to send you home now that the Japanese have gone and the auctions aren’t as hectic as they were last week.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  “What’s going on with Jenna.”

“Oh, Jenna is still here,” he replied.  “Fiona agreed to sell her.”

“Who bought her?”

“I own your daughter now,” he grinned.  “At this rate, I’ll end up owning all of the females in your family.  Do you have any cute sisters or nieces I should know about?”

Angela opened her eyes wide with surprise.  “What about John?”

“Well we talked about that,” Cedric responded.  “Several times, in fact.  He was having difficulty with the idea of owning his daughter.  And since I find Jenna to be delightful and incredibly sexual, I had no problems buying her.  John and I will have the same arrangement with her that we have with you eventually.  She will need to remain here for a bit, though, until it is safe to send her home.”

“Wait,” said Angela.  “Let me process this.  I mean wait, Master.  John would rather that you own Jenna than him?”

Cedric nodded.  “Yes.  He did not think that he could control her and he was sure that she would not behave for him.  So he would constantly have to be punishing her.”

“I thought the whole purpose was to free her,” said Angela.

“The Japanese must have addled your brain, girl.  We already talked about this.  Jenna is a slave.  She will always be a slave.  The whole purpose of this was to give her the best life possible as a slave.”

“Oh,” she nodded slowly, although she did not remember that conversation.  But she did know that she had gotten very little sleep in the past few days.  Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly.

“Okay, so you own her,” she went on.  “You said that she was sexual.  Have you had sex with my daughter?”

“Oh my yes,” he smiled.  “Many times.  She’s delightful.  And she’s exactly like you in her responsiveness.”

“Oh, Cedric,” she sighed.  “I can’t believe you would do that.”

Cedric blinked, surprised at Angela’s response.  “I own her, girl.  I can do whatever I want with her.  And besides, have you looked at her?  She’s a goddess.  She is every man’s dream.  She is exactly like you.”

“Is that meant to be a compliment or what?”  Angela knew she was stepping dangerously close to being punished again.  But she was furious that her owner, who she had started to view as her lover, had sex with her teenage daughter.

“You should take it as a compliment,” he advised her.  “And you should carefully consider your words.”

She cast her eyes down.  “Yes, Master.”

“Are you calm now?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.  I am sorry for the way that I spoke.”

“You are forgiven,” he said.  “I understand that you are upset.  But you must also understand, and always remember, that you are my property.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, I want you to spend some time with your daughter.  You have not had a chance to speak with her since she was collected.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Angela.  “I would like that very much.”

“She is in your cage,” he told her.  “Enjoy.”

“Thank you again, Master.  May I let her out?”

“No, you may not.  You can join her if you wish.  But if you do, toss the key into the center of the room once you are in the cage.  She needs to get used to things being my way instead of her way.”

“Yes, Master,” Angela sighed.  And then she padded out of the room.

“Hi, sweetie,” Angela said as she entered the play room.  “How are you holding up?”

“Oh, Mom, I’m so happy to see you.  And I’m so sorry about how I have been treating you.  I had no idea what you went through.”

“Jenna, it’s okay.  It must have been a shock to you when I became owned.  I can’t blame you for being angry at me.”  Angela found the key and unlocked the cage.  Jenna stood up, thankful to be released and then blinked as her mother closed the door behind her and tossed the key into the center of the room, away from the cage.

“Mom!” said Jenna with a furrowed brow.  “Why did you lock yourself in the cage and then throw away the key?”

“Because I was told to, sweetie,” she told her daughter.  “Well, I was told that you were not allowed out of the cage and that if I wanted to join you in the cage, then I was to throw the key into the center of the room.

“And you do everything you are told?” asked a bewildered Jenna.

“Pretty much,” replied Angela.  “It’s less painful that way.”

Jenna rolled her eyes.  “Well anyways, I’m glad you are here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” responded Angela.  “We need to talk.”

“I have plenty of time for that,” Jenna said.  “Not much else to do when you’re stuck in a cage.”

Angela smiled.  At least her daughter had not lost her sense of humor.  That was a good sign.  “Let’s talk about your new life.  A lot has changed for you in the past few days; well for both of us really.  How would you describe how things changed for you?”

Jenna thought for a moment.  “Well, let’s see.  I was kidnapped.  I was stripped.  I was tattooed.  You shaved me.  I was sold.  Then I was sold again.  And I have been raped numerous times.  And now I have my own personal cage.  Pretty normal stuff for a kid my age.”

Angela laughed at the response.  She was convinced now that her daughter would adjust and get through this fine.  “Yep, that pretty well sums it up.  Only they don’t consider it rape.  They are just using their property.  That was the hardest thing for me to get used to.  It’s always been my choice in the past.  Now, I have no say in the matter.  If I’m not in the mood, it doesn’t matter.  If Cedric decides to loan me to someone else, it doesn’t matter what I think.”

Jenna gasped.  “He loans you to others?”

Angela nodded.  “Yes.  Sometimes.  I just spent the last three days on loan to six Japanese slavers who were visiting the island.”

“Wow!” breathed Jenna.  “How can he do that?”

“I’m a slave,” Angela responded.  “He owns me.  He can do whatever he wants with me.  He’s actually a good owner, though.  You shouldn’t be frightened of him.  Just make sure that you always obey him.

Angela admired her daughter.  Jenna was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed in front of her in a very immodest position.  It left her recently denuded sex completely exposed and visible.  It seemed that the few days of nudity had already stripped away any sense of embarrassment or modesty.

Jenna’s body was nothing short of spectacular, Angela noted.  Every curve was in the right place and not an ounce of her weight was distributed improperly.  She was simply beautiful.

“Did he have to pay a lot for me?” asked Jenna.

“Quite a bit,” replied Angela.  “You cost over a million and a half dollars.  You were the most expensive slave that I have ever seen sold here.”

“Wow!” gasped the daughter.  “I cost more than Dawn and April and Becky?”

“Yes,” the mother responded.  “You sold for far more than April and Becky.  Dawn cost more in her initial sale but Cedric had to pay more than Dawn’s price when he bought you from Fiona.”

“Wow,” Jenna repeated.  “I guess that should make me feel special.”

Angela smiled again.  “You are special, sweetie.  You are very special.”

Angela shifted her body to get more comfortable.  She stretched out her legs and lay on her side, propping up her head with her arm.  As she moved, Jenna saw the scar on Angela’s bottom and gasped.

“Mom!  What happened?”

“I was branded,” Angela said.  “Cedric wanted everyone to know that I belong to him.  It’s okay now.  It only hurt for a few days.”

Jenna gulped.  She leaned closer to see the brand closer and traced a finger along its edge.  “Will he be branding me too?”

“Probably,” replied Angela.  “But probably not soon.  It took him awhile before he marked me.”

Angela saw Jenna shudder at the news and knew that her daughter’s mind must be in turmoil.  A lot had changed very quickly and she had a lot of adjusting to do.  But she was holding up remarkably well.  Angela was very proud of her baby girl.

“We have a lot more that we need to talk about, sweetie,” Angela said.  “But I’m exhausted.  I didn’t get much sleep over the past couple of days.  I need to sleep.”

“It’s okay,” replied Jenna.  “Would you mind if I held you while you slept?”

“I’d love it, darling,” said Angela.  Then she scooted closer to her daughter and lay on her side.  Jenna spooned up to her mother’s back and held her as she fell quickly asleep.  It felt strange to feel her naked breasts pressing against her mother’s naked skin, but she got used to it.  Soon, she too fell asleep.

It was even stranger when she woke up later.  Her mother was still sleeping but she had rolled over and now was facing Jenna.  And in her sleep, Angela had managed to find her daughter’s breast.  Jenna saw the tip of one of her breasts disappearing into her mother’s mouth and felt her nipple being softly pulsed between Angela’s lips.

Things sure have changed, thought Jenna.

Chapter 17

“You can still visit her,” Angela told John.  She had arrived home a little earlier and he wasted no time at all, mounting her on his cock.  She was now bouncing up and down on his stiff member.  “You can spend as much time with her as you like but it has to be on the island for the time being.”

“It will be so odd to see her naked and collared, though,” he said.  “Everything has changed so dramatically.”  One thing that had not changed, however, was the sexuality of his beautiful wife.  She was truly a remarkable woman.

“She seems to be making the adjustment well,” Angela told him.  “Much better than I would have expected.  And she looks beautiful as a slave.  I never thought I would say anything like that.  But she does.  She’s the type of girl that I would have bought if I went to the island to shop again.”

“Does Cedric have sex with her?”

“Oh my, yes,” replied Angela.  She could tell that John was close to climaxing and she sped up her bouncing a bit to coax his orgasm out of him.  “Often.  Probably much more now that I’m gone.  She’s his property and he can do whatever he wants with her.  He might even loan her to others, although I think he’ll probably keep her to himself for the time being.”

“I still can’t believe that he would loan you to others; or Jenna for that matter.”  Then he tensed and groaned as Angela’s actions brought him to climax.  He waited until he recovered before he continued.  “How did that make you feel?  I mean how did you feel when he gave you away to others?”

“It made me feel like exactly what I was,” she replied.  She could feel the cock softening inside of her.  “His property.  And you should be thankful that he does loan me out.  That’s the only way that we are still together.  He loans me to you.  And hopefully, he’ll loan Jenna to us someday soon.”

“Well, I’m concerned about Jack getting a hold of her,” he said.  “That was the main reason I had Cedric buy her.  I didn’t think it would be good for Jack to have his sister available as a slave.  At least, in a year, he’ll be heading off to college.  It should be safer for Jenna to come home then.”

”By the time she is allowed to come home,” said Angela, “something like that shouldn’t matter to her.”

“I guess,” he nodded.  “It’s so strange, though, to think of our daughter as a slave.  I wonder how she will react to us.”

‘You’ll get used to it,” she told him.  “You got used to me being a slave.  And it looks like it does have some benefits.  You were rock hard a few moments ago.  So there must be something about the arrangement that appeals to you.”

He laughed.  “Yes, there are some definite benefits to you being my little sex slave when you are here.  I could pump your sweet pussy forever.  I’m just having trouble thinking of Jenna that way.”

“Oh,” he continued, “while I’m thinking about it.  I know what happened to Dawn.  What happened to April and Becky?”

April was sold to a Canadian couple.  They bought a girl at the same time I bought Alaine.  They’re a nice couple.  Cedric loaned me to them a couple of weeks ago so I got to know them pretty well.  He’s a bit of an idiot but he’s nice.  She’s very nice and she’ll take good care of April.  Becky was bought by an American couple.  I don’t know anything about them so I don’t know how she’ll be treated.”

“Speaking of the girls,” she went on.  “How are their parents doing?  I was supposed to call Denise when I got back.”

“They’re pretty devastated,” he answered.  “And they’re pretty much in denial.  They’ve convinced themselves that the four of them ran off on an adventure of some sort and that they’ll show up again once they grow tired of it.  I have to play along with their fantasy.  There’s no way I can let them know the truth.”

“Well, part of it’s right,” said Angela.  “They are off on adventures.  April should like hers.  I doubt Dawn will, but I will have a chance to check on her when Cedric summons me again.  It’s just Becky that I don’t know about.”

“I wonder what Jenna’s doing right now,” he pondered.

“Probably holding a pair of breasts.  Cedric said he was going to have her take my place in the auctions.”  She went on to describe her role in presenting each girl’s breasts to the cane.  He quickly got hard and she took that as her cue to start bouncing again.  He definitely likes me being a slave, she thought.

“I’m definitely going to visit her soon.  I had forgotten all about that part.  I remember it being so erotic to see a naked slave offering the breasts of another to the auctioneer to be caned.”

Angela called Denise the next morning.  She was hoping that Denise had forgotten their earlier discussion and she started the call by saying how sorry she was about Denise’s missing daughter.  And she also hoped that, even if Denise did remember the grocery store conversation, she would have lost interest in Angela as she grieved the loss of Dawn.

But that did not happen.  Denise wanted Angela to report to her immediately.  Angela told her that was not possible because of appointments that she needed to keep.  In the end, she agreed to be at Denise’s house no later than five o’clock on Friday afternoon.  And she was told to plan on spending the weekend.

At four forty five on Friday, Angela pulled her car into the Wrightfield’s driveway and took a deep breath before opening the car door.  She had no idea what to expect from the woman.  She stood up and smoothed out her skirt and then went to the door and knocked.

She waited and listened but could hear nothing inside.  She knocked again and rang the doorbell; still nothing.  She finally turned and started walking back toward her car, relieved that nobody was home.  She was halfway there when she heard Denise’s voice behind her.

“Where do you think you’re going, slut?”

Angela gasped at the words and stopped.  She realized at that moment that things were not going to go well.  She turned to face Denise.  “Hello, Denise.  “I’m here on time.”

“Get in here, slut,” was the terse reply.  “And you will call me Mistress from now on.”

Oh boy, thought Angela.  This did not sound good at all.  She started walking back toward the house.  “Yes, Mistress.”

Denise stepped aside to let Angela in and then led her into the living room.  She sat down and told Angela to stand in front of the chair.

“Just to refresh your memory, slut,” Denise started.  “I know all about your little fuck fests with your son and mine.  And I know that they are both under-age.  So you belong to me now, unless you want to spend a few years in prison.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Angela.  Where was this coming from?  Was this anger because of what she did with her son?  Was it because of the loss of Dawn?  Was Denise just naturally a bitch?  She had no idea.

“Gary tells me that you have a master,” said Denise.  “Tell me all about that.  Where did you meet him?  What do you do with him?  I want to know everything; every sordid and juicy detail.”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded Angela.  Why did she want to know about Cedric?  “I met him a little less than a year ago when I was on vacation.”

“Wait,” Denise interrupted.  “Strip.  Then you can continue.”

Angela gulped at the command.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She knew it would eventually come to this and she was prepared for it.  She had worn a pale green blouse and khaki skirt.  With no underwear, it was a quick task to get her clothes off.  Soon, she was standing naked in the Wrightfield living room.

“Jewelry too,” ordered Denise.   Angela sighed and removed her watch and bracelet, hoping that she would be allowed to wear her wedding band and engagement ring.  But that was a wasted hope.

“All of it,” said Denise.  “Rings and necklace, too.”

Angela nodded and sighed again as she slipped her rings off and set them on the table beside her.  “I can’t remove the necklace, Mistress.”

“Listen, bitch,” said Denise, raising her voice.  “You will do what I tell you to do.  Now get it off.  I don’t care what kind of sentimental value it has to you.  I want you completely naked.”

“I can’t, Mistress,” Angela repeated.  “It’s welded shut.  I couldn’t remove it even if I wanted to.”

Denise raised her eyebrows at that response.  She got up and gripped the collar, rotating it on Angela’s neck and looking for the latch.  As she turned it, the O-ring came into view.  “Oh, I see.  It’s your collar.  Well, every good little slave girl should be collared.  This will save me having to get one for you.”

Denise finally released the collar.  She lifted Angela’s breasts in her hands and then let them fall.  She gave each one a spank and then returned to her chair.  “Continue with your story.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Angela responded.  She had no idea at all why this woman was behaving the way she was.  Her breasts stung from the harsh slaps but she went on with her tale.  She altered some of the facts, however, to protect herself and others.  In the story, Cedric became Charles.  Instead of a slaver, he was a merchant, which in a way he was.  It’s just that his merchandise was beautiful girls.  Angela was a sub instead of a slave although she said that she assumed the role of a slave when she was with him.  And he lived in Florida instead of on the island.

“So my little slut enjoys being a slave?” Denise mused.  “Is he the one who keeps your pussy bare?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said.  Actually he had one of the other slaves shave her but there was no reason to get into that. 

“And is that collar you are wearing his?” Denise asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Angela replied.

“That seems like a bit more than play acting at slavery,” Denise said.  “That seems pretty permanent.”  The woman stood up and started to move around the naked form.  Angela chose to remain silent.

“Nice tits,” she commented as she smacked one again and watched as it bounced back into position.

“Nice pussy,” she said as she stabbed a finger into Angela’s sex, eliciting a gasp from the nude woman.  “You must like the way I’m treating you.  You’re already wet.”  Angela chose again to remain silent.

“And nice ass too,” Denise commented as she stood to the side, looking at Angela in profile.  She swung her arm and spanked one of the perfect bottom cheeks, causing Angela to gasp again.  Then she moved directly behind Angela and raised her eyebrows when she saw the ornate C on Angela’s ass.

“How do you explain this?” Denise asked as she traced the C with her finger.  Angela shuddered as she felt the digit move along her mark.

“He branded me, Mistress,” she replied.

“That’s more than a bit extreme,” said Denise as she spanked the marked bottom cheek.  “I think you must like being a slave.  Otherwise, you wouldn’t have allowed something like this.  But that’s a good thing for me that you like being a slave.  I can help you with that side of your personality.”

Angela didn’t know what to say.  So she said nothing.

“Well, I’m going to give you an opportunity for all of the slavery your little pussy could want.  You are going to be my little slave girl from now on.  You will report to me every weekend; and any other time that I summon you.  Your ass belongs to me now.”

That was it, thought Angela.  That was the final straw.  She decided then and there that she would catch the first flight back to the island on Monday.  She would become a full-time, permanent slave of Cedric’s.  If John wanted to be with her, he could come to the island any time he wanted.  But she could no longer live in this topsy-turvy world of her former life.

“Yes, Mistress,” was all that she said in response.

The End