First Slave

Chapter 16

Angela kept a steady stream of slave girls flowing through the suite that housed the Japanese. The men were insatiable. Were they really here for business purposes or was this just a vacation fuck-fest for them? They rarely left the suite and were constantly seeking sexual entertainment.

When they did leave the suite, they always traveled as a pack and always dragged her along. Then, once they returned to the suite, they would descend on her again and fuck her silly.

Despite all of the help from all of her slave sisters, she was becoming chafed and sore. There were only so many cocks that a girl could handle in three days.

She had no idea why she was so popular with the Japanese men. The girls she brought into the suite were all younger than her. She thought that many of them were prettier. Many had larger breasts. They were all different sizes and colors. But the visitors seemed to be completely fixated on her body.

There were two things that the Japanese males shared in common. One was their love of rope. During the three days that she was their pet, she always seemed to be bound with rope. And it wasn't just a matter of having her wrists tied together. They created quite elaborate bindings for her.

As they had her lead them around the compound to visit various aspects of the operation, she would wear a rope ‘bra.' It wasn't really a bra but that's what she came to call the bondage. Rope would be wound around her chest and sometimes around her breasts. Each day, the bra was different. But each day, the rope was formed into an intricate pattern that captured and sometimes tormented her breasts.

At some point during each day, they would give her rope ‘panties.' Again, each day was a different pattern but each day the rope would be wound around her hips and between her legs. Usually a strand or multiple strands would be pulled tightly through her slit and it chafed her if she had to walk too far.

There was also the rope ‘corset' which was used to punish and constrict her already narrow waist. And the worst was the rope ‘glove.' Her arms would be pulled together behind her back and then severely bound with delicate weavings of the rope. Her elbows ended up being pulled together as they tightened the bondage and she always ended up with her shoulders pulled back painfully.

The other thing that the men shared was their love of sharing a girl. She was never used by only one male. There were always at least two of them using her body. Their favorite was to fuck her pussy and ass at the same time although the combination of pussy and mouth or ass and mouth were also pretty common.

Thankfully, she had just seen them to their plane and they were on the runway, ready to leave the island. She wanted to take a bath and soothe her aching sex and bottom.

But first, she needed to find Cedric. She had not had a chance to talk to him during the three days to find out what was going on with Jenna. She didn't even know whether Jenna was still on the island. She had really been out of touch for the past three days.

"You did great, beautiful bird," he said as she entered his office. "My colleagues loved you. And once again, I received offers for you."

Angela took a deep breath before she asked her question. "Did you sell me, Master?"

Cedric laughed. "Of course not. You are too much fun to have around. And I kind of like the way that everyone wants what I own. I'm the envy of everyone I know. But it is time to send you home now that the Japanese have gone and the auctions aren't as hectic as they were last week."

"Yes, Master," she replied. "What's going on with Jenna."

"Oh, Jenna is still here," he replied. "Fiona agreed to sell her."

"Who bought her?"

"I own your daughter now," he grinned. "At this rate, I'll end up owning all of the females in your family. Do you have any cute sisters or nieces I should know about?"

Angela opened her eyes wide with surprise. "What about John?"

"Well we talked about that," Cedric responded. "Several times, in fact. He was having difficulty with the idea of owning his daughter. And since I find Jenna to be delightful and incredibly sexual, I had no problems buying her. John and I will have the same arrangement with her that we have with you eventually. She will need to remain here for a bit, though, until it is safe to send her home."

"Wait," said Angela. "Let me process this. I mean wait, Master. John would rather that you own Jenna than him?"

Cedric nodded. "Yes. He did not think that he could control her and he was sure that she would not behave for him. So he would constantly have to be punishing her."

"I thought the whole purpose was to free her," said Angela.

"The Japanese must have addled your brain, girl. We already talked about this. Jenna is a slave. She will always be a slave. The whole purpose of this was to give her the best life possible as a slave."

"Oh," she nodded slowly, although she did not remember that conversation. But she did know that she had gotten very little sleep in the past few days. Maybe she wasn't thinking clearly.

"Okay, so you own her," she went on. "You said that she was sexual. Have you had sex with my daughter?"

"Oh my yes," he smiled. "Many times. She's delightful. And she's exactly like you in her responsiveness."

"Oh, Cedric," she sighed. "I can't believe you would do that."

Cedric blinked, surprised at Angela's response. "I own her, girl. I can do whatever I want with her. And besides, have you looked at her? She's a goddess. She is every man's dream. She is exactly like you."

"Is that meant to be a compliment or what?" Angela knew she was stepping dangerously close to being punished again. But she was furious that her owner, who she had started to view as her lover, had sex with her teenage daughter.

"You should take it as a compliment," he advised her. "And you should carefully consider your words."

She cast her eyes down. "Yes, Master."

"Are you calm now?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry for the way that I spoke."

"You are forgiven," he said. "I understand that you are upset. But you must also understand, and always remember, that you are my property."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, I want you to spend some time with your daughter. You have not had a chance to speak with her since she was collected."

"Thank you, Master," said Angela. "I would like that very much."

"She is in your cage," he told her. "Enjoy."

"Thank you again, Master. May I let her out?"

"No, you may not. You can join her if you wish. But if you do, toss the key into the center of the room once you are in the cage. She needs to get used to things being my way instead of her way."

"Yes, Master," Angela sighed. And then she padded out of the room.

"Hi, sweetie," Angela said as she entered the play room. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh, Mom, I'm so happy to see you. And I'm so sorry about how I have been treating you. I had no idea what you went through."

"Jenna, it's okay. It must have been a shock to you when I became owned. I can't blame you for being angry at me." Angela found the key and unlocked the cage. Jenna stood up, thankful to be released and then blinked as her mother closed the door behind her and tossed the key into the center of the room, away from the cage.

"Mom!" said Jenna with a furrowed brow. "Why did you lock yourself in the cage and then throw away the key?"

"Because I was told to, sweetie," she told her daughter. "Well, I was told that you were not allowed out of the cage and that if I wanted to join you in the cage, then I was to throw the key into the center of the room.

"And you do everything you are told?" asked a bewildered Jenna.

"Pretty much," replied Angela. "It's less painful that way."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Well anyways, I'm glad you are here."

"I'm glad I'm here too," responded Angela. "We need to talk."

"I have plenty of time for that," Jenna said. "Not much else to do when you're stuck in a cage."

Angela smiled. At least her daughter had not lost her sense of humor. That was a good sign. "Let's talk about your new life. A lot has changed for you in the past few days; well for both of us really. How would you describe how things changed for you?"

Jenna thought for a moment. "Well, let's see. I was kidnapped. I was stripped. I was tattooed. You shaved me. I was sold. Then I was sold again. And I have been raped numerous times. And now I have my own personal cage. Pretty normal stuff for a kid my age."

Angela laughed at the response. She was convinced now that her daughter would adjust and get through this fine. "Yep, that pretty well sums it up. Only they don't consider it rape. They are just using their property. That was the hardest thing for me to get used to. It's always been my choice in the past. Now, I have no say in the matter. If I'm not in the mood, it doesn't matter. If Cedric decides to loan me to someone else, it doesn't matter what I think."

Jenna gasped. "He loans you to others?"

Angela nodded. "Yes. Sometimes. I just spent the last three days on loan to six Japanese slavers who were visiting the island."

"Wow!" breathed Jenna. "How can he do that?"

"I'm a slave," Angela responded. "He owns me. He can do whatever he wants with me. He's actually a good owner, though. You shouldn't be frightened of him. Just make sure that you always obey him.

Angela admired her daughter. Jenna was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed in front of her in a very immodest position. It left her recently denuded sex completely exposed and visible. It seemed that the few days of nudity had already stripped away any sense of embarrassment or modesty.

Jenna's body was nothing short of spectacular, Angela noted. Every curve was in the right place and not an ounce of her weight was distributed improperly. She was simply beautiful.

"Did he have to pay a lot for me?" asked Jenna.

"Quite a bit," replied Angela. "You cost over a million and a half dollars. You were the most expensive slave that I have ever seen sold here."

"Wow!" gasped the daughter. "I cost more than Dawn and April and Becky?"

"Yes," the mother responded. "You sold for far more than April and Becky. Dawn cost more in her initial sale but Cedric had to pay more than Dawn's price when he bought you from Fiona." "Wow," Jenna repeated. "I guess that should make me feel special."

Angela smiled again. "You are special, sweetie. You are very special."

Angela shifted her body to get more comfortable. She stretched out her legs and lay on her side, propping up her head with her arm. As she moved, Jenna saw the scar on Angela's bottom and gasped.

"Mom! What happened?"

"I was branded," Angela said. "Cedric wanted everyone to know that I belong to him. It's okay now. It only hurt for a few days."

Jenna gulped. She leaned closer to see the brand closer and traced a finger along its edge. "Will he be branding me too?"

"Probably," replied Angela. "But probably not soon. It took him awhile before he marked me."

Angela saw Jenna shudder at the news and knew that her daughter's mind must be in turmoil. A lot had changed very quickly and she had a lot of adjusting to do. But she was holding up remarkably well. Angela was very proud of her baby girl.

"We have a lot more that we need to talk about, sweetie," Angela said. "But I'm exhausted. I didn't get much sleep over the past couple of days. I need to sleep."

"It's okay," replied Jenna. "Would you mind if I held you while you slept?"

"I'd love it, darling," said Angela. Then she scooted closer to her daughter and lay on her side. Jenna spooned up to her mother's back and held her as she fell quickly asleep. It felt strange to feel her naked breasts pressing against her mother's naked skin, but she got used to it. Soon, she too fell asleep.

It was even stranger when she woke up later. Her mother was still sleeping but she had rolled over and now was facing Jenna. And in her sleep, Angela had managed to find her daughter's breast. Jenna saw the tip of one of her breasts disappearing into her mother's mouth and felt her nipple being softly pulsed between Angela's lips.

Things sure have changed, thought Jenna.