The Newest Slave

Chapter 5

"There are two things I would like to ask you about, Cedric," Angela started once they were seated in Cedric's office. Cedric was sitting on a plush leather sofa. Angela was in a leather upholstered chair. All of the office's appointments were strongly masculine.

"Fire away," he said. "I will do my best to answer them."

"The first deals with my girls. I would like to learn more about them but I'm reluctant to ask them for fear that it will bring back memories. Do you have any knowledge of their lives before they were sold?"

Cedric nodded. "I do. We have quite extensive dossiers on all of the girls we obtain and sell. But are you sure you want to know?"

Angela paused and then nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. We have grown quite fond of Kim and want to know more about her. And I can already tell that we will feel the same way about Alaine."

"I will tell you about their past," he said as he got up from the couch. He went to a wall that held several file cabinets. He knew which drawer to open and he pulled out two file folders. "But I have to warn you that many owners regret learning about their girls' pasts."

"Why do they regret it?"

"Sometimes it is because of something unsavory in the girl's past that they wished they did not know. More often, it makes them feel guilty knowing what their girl was doing or what future laid ahead for her before she was collected."

"I think I want to know," said Angela. "I will take my chances."

"Very well," he said as he sat down again. He opened the first folder. "Kimberly Anne Cartwright. Born February 23, 1983 in Raleigh, North Carolina. Graduated high school in 2001. Attended Gulf States University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in education in 2005. She was a marathon runner and appears to have been quite good. She was active in her church and assisted in fund raising for the local food bank. She was an elementary school teacher for four years before she was collected and processed."

"Wow," breathed Angela. "I always knew she was an angel."

"Yes," agreed Cedric, "she is. Each of the birds that were sold that day is extraordinary. They are each very intelligent and quite accomplished in addition to being exceptionally beautiful."

"Why do you call them birds?" Angela interrupted. "Is that a code word for the girls you sell here?"

Cedric laughed and shook his head. "No, it's not code. Tempest's mistress is a friend of mine and she loaned Tempest to me twice while they were here. I started calling her my little blackbird. And then I just started referring to all six of them as the birds. You just bought the redbird yesterday."

"I see," nodded Angela.

"Do you want to learn about the redbird or should I stop?"

"Yes, I want to learn about Alaine."

Cedric opened the second folder. "Alaine Elizabeth Forsythe was born June 10, 1983 in Richmond, Virginia. She graduated from high school as the Valedictorian in 2001. She graduated with a biology degree Magna Cum Laude from Gulf States University in 2005. All of the birds went to Gulf States. She was in her last year of medical school when she was collected and processed."

"Wow," Angela breathed again. "You are right. They are truly exceptional."

"In every way," agreed Cedric. "The birds are priceless treasures."

"You seem to get attached to those you sell," said Angela. "Why do you do it?"

Cedric laughed again. "You are full of questions. You remind me of Tempest. Whenever I give her one answer, it spawns three more questions. But I make her earn her answers. Perhaps I should have the same arrangement with you? Then you could ask all of the questions you like."

Angela furrowed her brow. "What was the arrangement that you had with Tempest?"

"She fucks me and can ask as many questions as she likes while she is riding me."

"Oh," replied Angela as she blushed. Then she giggled. "I'm sure that an old broad like me can't have any appeal to you."

It was Cedric's turn to furrow his brow. "You are far from an old broad. And trust me. I am an expert in female flesh. You would be a valuable piece of merchandise if we offered you for sale. So what do you say? Do you want to ask questions?"

Angela giggled again. "Yes, I have lots of questions. And for some reason, I'm constantly horny when I'm in this place."

"Then remove your clothes, little slavegirl, and then you can remove mine."

Angela felt like a school girl on her first date as she stood up. She was not wearing much so it was easy to undress. Her tank top and shorts were quickly on the floor. She shimmied out of her panties and then kicked her sandals aside.

"Now you may undress your master for the day," he said. "And then you may ask your questions." Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with the buttons but eventually Cedric was naked. He grasped her by the hips and positioned her over his stiff cock. Then he lowered her until his shaft slid easily into her wet, warm channel.

Angela closed her eyes as the beefy shaft sank into her body. It was true, she realized. Black men are well endowed. She felt herself stretch around the pole as it drilled deep into her body. Finally, it was embedded and she opened her eyes.

"Why did you call me slavegirl?"

Cedric smiled and leaned forward, kissing each of the stiff nipples that were only inches from his face. "Always a new question. You are a mistress. But you have the soul of a slave. I am just enjoying the slave within you. You may ask your questions now."

He wrapped his hands around her waist and started moving her up and down. He established the rhythm and then she continued it as she asked her question again. "Why do you do it?"

"For the money, of course," he replied. "The business is quite lucrative."

"Do you ever feel guilty?"

"Sometimes," he said. "I hate to learn about the girls being mistreated. But we have ways of removing those buyers."

"Oh!" she gasped as the cock slid particularly deep into her, sending a flash of pain through her body.

"You keep talking about collecting and processing," she continued. "Why do you call it that?"

Cedric chuckled. He reached to the table and picked up a clamp, placing it on the woman's left nipple and tightening it. She gasped again. "It sounds so much better than kidnapping and selling," he explained. "And besides, that's mostly what we do. Once a slave is identified, it's simply a matter of collecting her and then processing her so that she can be bought."

Angela looked down at her chest. The clamp flattened her nipple and sent a dull ache through her torso. She had placed clamps on girls before but had never experienced them herself. It hurt but she also felt her sex spasming around the rigid shaft that was buried in her body.

Cedric was Angela's first black male but he was not the first male that she had fucked out of wedlock. She and her husband frequently took on lovers and sometimes shared them. She would not feel guilty about this little tryst.

Angela leaned forward and fed her unclamped nipple to Cedric's lips as she continued to ride up and down on his thick pole. "Where do you get the girls?"

Cedric laughed again. "You are even worse than Tempest." He nipped at the nipple that was brushing against his lips and reached for the table again. Angela sucked in her breath as she saw the clamp nearing her right nipple and then groaned as it captured and crushed the sensitive bud.

"It all depends on what we think the market requires," Cedric explained in response to the latest question. "If we are looking for girls in their twenties, we target certain resorts and cruise lines that cater to singles. If we need teenagers, then we look in the Spring Break locations. If we need thirtyish girls, we hang around country clubs and tennis clubs."

It was Angela's turn to laugh. "I can't imagine that there is a market for women my age."

Cedric reached for the table again. Angela felt her nipples burning from the little monsters that he had captured them with and shuddered when she saw what he had just retrieved. He held a pair of cuffs in one hand and he grasped her wrists, drawing them behind her back. She heard two clicks and felt the cold steel closing around her wrists. Her arms were now bound behind her and she was being treated more and more like a slave. She was also feeling more and more like a slave.

Cedric then placed his hands around her waist again and pushed her down, fully impaling her and causing her to yelp as the bludgeon buried in her banged against her cervix. "You should imagine. There is a huge market for girls like you. It is almost as big as the market for teens. And it's larger than the market for twenty somethings."

"Thank you for trying to make me feel good, Cedric," she said as she rode upward until the tip of his cock was barely nestled in her wet folds. "But I can't believe that there is a market for girls over thirty."

He reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing slowly. Then he used them as handles to push her down again until she yelped at the cramps that were sent through her body.

"Let us try a little experiment," he said as he started her moving again. "I think it will prove my point."

"What is the experiment?"

"Attend the auction this evening with me. We have some fresh girls being offered. I predict that I get at least five unsolicited offers for you. Let's see how correct I am."

Angela giggled. "Why would they offer you anything for a mistress?"

"Who said anything about a mistress?" he asked. "I plan to take you on a leash."

Angela gasped again. "A leash? As a slave?"

Cedric flicked each of the clamps with his fingers. "A temporary slave. A slave for the night. It is only to prove my point."

"Oh, I don't know if I could do that." "Oh, I think you can," he replied. "Remember that I'm a slaver. I could take you and make it permanent if I wished."

Angela heard the words and felt a rush of fear shoot through her. Arousal flooded through her at the same time and overwhelmed the fear. She did not understand her reactions to the way she was being treated.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the next object being retrieved by Cedric. Then she groaned as he held the metal choker to her slender neck and she shuddered again as she heard the lock click shut. Cedric leaned forward and kissed her on one of the down strokes, holding her in place for a moment by her breasts. He brushed his thumbs back and forth across her trapped and flattened nipples. Angela groaned at the pain she was feeling. The massive cock was pressing against her cervix again, sending waves of pain through her belly and her nipples were constantly throbbing with little stabs of pain shooting through her chest each time Cedric touched a nipple.

"You make a beautiful slavegirl," he commented as he admired the beautiful woman in his lap. And she was very beautiful indeed and looked every bit like a slave. She was blushing furiously as his hands gripped her breasts. Her shoulders were pulled back slightly because of the way she was bound. And the gold collar that was fitted snugly around her neck simply added to the beauty.

"Do you agree to be my slavegirl for the night?" he continued. "Although I must tell you that it really doesn't matter if you agree. I have already claimed you."

"Yesssss!!!" shrieked Angela as she climaxed. She fell forward and collapsed against the black master's chest as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body.

He looked down at the woman who was still impaled on him, seeing her still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail today but he remembered how lustrous and full it had been the day before when it flowed freely down her back and over her shoulders. He would have her wear it free again tonight for her debut as a slavegirl.

He stroked his hands down her back and enjoyed the smooth soft skin. His hands circled her waist and he held her. This woman still had a body that most teenagers would love to have. He slid one hand up her back again and gripped her ponytail, pulling her gently back. With his other hand, he removed the clamps and set them aside. She still had her eyes closed and was making little mewling sounds that almost sounded like purring.

He looked at her breasts. They were full and rounded and plump and oh so ripe for the plucking. They had a slight sag to them, which was understandable given her age and the fact that she had nursed two children from them. But they were still amazingly firm. He lifted one, feeling its weight. A teenager would die to possess these.

Yes, he could sell her for a handsome sum. She reminded him of Kate. Both women were in their mid thirties and yet both were exceptionally beautiful and in their prime. He knew that he could sell either one for astronomical prices. He would have to keep his profit motive in check tonight, though.

She finally roused from her near stupor and looked at him. "Wow!" she whispered.

He smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist again, starting her moving on his cock again. "You aren't finished yet, girl."

She blushed again at being called girl but picked up the tempo and started bobbing up and down in his lap, feeling the thick shaft moving inside of her.

"Are you finished with your questions now?" he asked.

"Oh," she replied. "No, that was just the first topic. I also wanted to learn what you know about Ricardo."

"Ah, my little bird," he responded. "I cannot share information about owners."

"I'm not looking for an address or birthday. I just want to know about his character."

"Why do you ask about that?" Cedric asked.

She explained the invitation that Ricardo had extended. She told him how the other master wanted to hunt her and claim her for a week. She said that it sounded exciting to be hunted and that she had a secret fantasy about being a slave, but only on a temporary basis. She wanted to know if she could trust Ricardo to release her at the agreed upon time.

"Ricardo has always seemed like an honorable man to me," Cedric answered. "But he owns slaves so that should tell you something. And he is Cuchillan. Proceed cautiously if you go ahead."

Cuchilla was the most recently formed country in South America. What had started as a bloody civil war in Uruguay had spilled over the borders into parts of Brazil and Argentina. When the fighting ended, all of Uruguay and several breakaway provinces of Brazil and Argentina formed a new nation. Cuchilla was born. It was still a bit like the wild west but at least the war was over.

"Proceed cautiously," rang in Angela's ears as she returned to her room after her meeting with Cedric.