First Slave

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.