First Slave

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."