First Slave

By captv8td

Captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I belong to Cedric now,” explained Angela.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angela gasped.  “Did Cedric sell me?”

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

“What does that mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would he do that, Mistress?”

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

“Your business?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How wickedly delightful!” smiled Fiona.

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How could I what, beautiful bird?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In the playroom, pet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4

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

“Welcome home, Mistress,” smiled Kim.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, a little,” replied Angela.

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

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

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

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

“There too, Mistress?” asked Kim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, she has a great body, he thought.

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

Why was she letting all of this happen to her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow!” Jill exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bend over,” he repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

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