First Slave

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."