First Slave

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.