First Slave

Chapter 2

For some reason, there was only one settlement table tonight. With thirteen young bodies to sell, that meant that there was a backup as the transactions were slowly finalized.

Angela stood off to the side where Cedric usually fastened her and simply watched the group of owners waiting for their turn to complete their purchase. Some of them looked overjoyed at the item they had just bought. Some of the others looked impatient at the long line and slow process.

"I thought that was you up there," she heard a female with a British accent say. She turned her head in the direction of the voice.

"Oh god," she muttered. "Hello, Fiona."

"Hello, Angela, dear," said Fiona, the mistress she had met six months earlier when she was visiting the island to purchase Alaine. "This is a pleasant surprise; a very pleasant surprise indeed."

Fiona reached out with both hands and let her fingertips glide down the outer swells of Angela's breasts. In another time, she would have grasped the offending hands and pulled them away; probably even slapping the owner of the hands. But this was not another time. This was today. This was her fate. Instead, she kept her hands tucked into the small of her back and thrust her chest out even further as if offering her full breasts to the mistress.

"How did you end up back here like this?" asked Fiona. She had moved her fingertips up the beautiful mounds and now had one finger hooked in each of the gold hoops in Angela's pierced nipples. "I like these new additions, by the way."

Angela shook her head slightly as she tried to figure out how to explain her present situation. "It's a long story, Mistress."

Fiona smiled at the response. "So I'm Mistress to you now, am I? I like that change also. Who owns you now? Maybe I'll talk to them and see if I can borrow you long enough to hear your story."

"I belong to Cedric now," explained Angela.

"Really?" asked a surprised Fiona. "I did not realize that he had such good taste in slaves. Wait right here. I'll be right back." And then Angela watched Fiona walk toward Cedric and engage him in conversation.

Their conversation seemed to take forever. Angela watched as one spoke and then the other. She saw one of them shaking their head occasionally and then speaking again. She glanced around the room and saw that the line had not seemed to dwindle one bit and saw that more people were looking impatient.

She watched her owner and the mistress talking and wondered what all of the discussion was about. She wished she could hear it. Then again, it was probably better that she couldn't. It would only be embarrassing for her, she decided.

"That's not the girl I bought, I tell you!" she heard a male shout. She looked back to the settlement table to see what the commotion was about.

"Which one do you think you bought?" asked the woman behind the table.

"That one!" said the male as he pointed through the plate glass wall to another one of the girls. The girls were in a separate room and each was affixed to a post by the cuffs that held their hands behind their backs.

"No, you didn't!" a woman said with a raised voice. "I bought that one!"

She saw Cedric appear at the table. Apparently, he was going to sort the mess out personally. She turned her head back and saw Fiona approaching her again.

Fiona produced a leash and attached it to Angela's nose ring. "They'll be hours sorting this one out. Come, pretty pony." She tugged on the leash. Angela gasped but instantly followed for fear of losing part of her nose.

Angela walked behind Fiona as she was led out of the room and then out of the building. Pretty pony? What was that all about? She remembered that Fiona bought girls for her club and made them available as pony girls to her members. Maybe she just called all slave girls pony.

"You are an expensive one," said Fiona once she had led Angela back to her bungalow. "That was not the smartest business decision of my life but I'm sure it will be worth it. Here, let's get that ring out of your nose."

Fiona tugged on the leash again and Angela dutifully stepped up to her. Then the mistress grasped and turned the ring until she could unsnap it and remove it. At least that was one thing Angela could be thankful. She hated that ring and had hated it since the day her septum had been pierced six months earlier.

Angela had many questions. But she did not know what the rules were here. Cedric allowed her to ask as many questions as she liked as long as she was sliding up and down on his cock. How would Fiona react to questions? She decided not to find out.

Fiona was fiddling with her breasts and was removing the hoops that went through her nipples. Angela did not hate those nearly as much as the nose ring. She never would have gotten her nipples pierced on her own but she had received so many compliments about them in the past six months that she almost came to appreciate them. Fiona leaned down and kissed each of the nipples after the hoops were removed.

"There," smiled Fiona. "Now you look more like my pretty pony. But you sure are an expensive pony."

Finally, Angela could not take it any longer. Her curiosity had built to the point where it was boiling over. "Why do you keep say that I was an expensive one?"

Fiona laughed and reached up, bouncing Angela's breasts in her hands. "Because you are. Cedric drives a hard bargain."

Angela gasped. "Did Cedric sell me?"

Fiona tittered in a way that only the British upper class seemed to be able to pull off. "No, he didn't sell you; at least not entirely. He gave me occasional rights to you, though."

"What does that mean?"

Fiona cleared her throat. "Aren't you forgetting something, pretty pony?"

Angela furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought and then she realized what point Fiona was making. "What does that mean, Mistress?"

"It means that I will have rights to this tight, beautiful body each time Cedric summons you." Fiona placed her hands on each of Angela's shoulders and then let them run down her arms, squeezing occasionally.

"Each time Cedric summons you," she went on, "you will report to me for the first week. My place should keep you fit and toned."

Then Fiona tittered again and continued. "Think of me as your maintenance plan. We'll get you harnessed up and then your cute little ass off. We'll try this arrangement for a year and then see about extending it."

Fiona had slipped a pair of cuffs onto Angela's wrists and then attached them together behind her back. She stepped away and pushed a button on the wall which lowered a chain from the ceiling.

"Why would he do that, Mistress?"

"For my business, of course," tittered Fiona as she attached the hook at the end of the chain to the cuffs.

"Your business?"

"Yes, dearie. For my business. He knows I use several different auction houses. Now, I will only use his. And in exchange, I get you."

"Wow," breathed Angela as she felt her wrists being pulled skyward. She couldn't believe that Cedric had done that. She had been bartered for business purposes. Now, more than ever before, she truly felt like property. She was simply an asset to utilize. She started to immediately feel the strain in her shoulders and bent forward at the waist to relieve the stress. "Do you buy many slaves?"

"Oh my, yes," replied Fiona. And then she picked up a riding crop and gave Angela's vulnerable bottom a strike for failing to add Mistress to her question. She kept the chain moving until Angela's torso was horizontal. "Quite a few. I like to freshen the club's inventory annually for the members."

Fiona stood beside Angela and ran her hand down the slave's back, enjoying the silky softness of the former mistress who she now owned a piece of. "Cedric's place always has the most beautiful merchandise but it's rarely athletic enough. Speed and endurance are also important qualities in my ponies and I have always looked elsewhere in the past for that.

Angela knew that she should be used to the way that people talked around here. Fiona had just described girls as merchandise. A little earlier, she referred to them as inventory. She thought she would never quite get accustomed to thinking of other humans in those terms.

Fiona crouched down on one knee and observed the perfectly formed, large breasts which were dangling beneath Angela's chest. She stroked the full outer swell of the one closest to her. "But I guess we can give up a little speed at the club for awhile while I entertain myself with these."

She gripped the breast at the base and drew her fingers downward toward the nipple. She repeated this several times, enjoying the texture of the beautiful mound. "Did you nurse your children?"

Angela fidgeted slightly as the woman toyed with her breasts. "Yes, Mistress."

Fiona continued her actions on the breast, almost as if she was milking the slave. "I don't suppose you are still lactating?"

Angela gasped at the question. "No, Mistress. I'm not."

"Pity," remarked Fiona as she shifted her attention to the other breast, squeezing and stroking and tugging on the firm orb. "That can be corrected, though. I'll have to talk to Cedric about having my vet take care of that."

This brought a fresh gasp to Angela's lips. She couldn't believe the woman could even consider doing something like that. Then again, this woman specialized in treating other women like livestock. If she could treat them as ponies, she was probably capable of treating them like cows. Angela shook her head, trying to clear the thought from her mind.

"What's the matter, pretty pony?" asked Fiona as she continued her milking action. "You don't like the idea of feeding me from your udders?"

Angela shook her head again. "No, Mistress. I don't like that idea at all."

Fiona laughed and stood up again. "We'll see. I'll have to try to get you out on the track first before I'll know how you will fit in at the club."

The mistress moved behind the former mistress and gripped her bottom cheeks, prying them apart. This drew another gasp from Angela but there was no way to escape the indignity without dislocating her shoulders. Angela felt a fingertip circling her asshole and shuddered.

"Has anything ever been in this tight little spot?" asked Fiona as she pressed her fingertip against the center of the little sphincter.

Angela groaned, more from the question than from having her little pucker toyed with. "Yes, Mistress."

"Oh good," Fiona said. "Because that's where your tail goes. Sometimes new ponies are a bit skittish about that." Fiona pushed harder in the center of the pink rosebud until finally it yielded. She only let her fingertip inside because she had not lubricated it but she wiggled it back and forth, drawing another gasp from the bound beauty.

"I know a bit about your story," Fiona continued. "Part of it came out while we were negotiating. Why don't you tell me everything from when you left the island after I met you six months ago. That was the last time I saw you."

Angela drew in a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, Mistress. But could you let my arms down? It's starting to hurt."

"Oh, poor little pony," replied Fiona with a touch of mocking in her voice. "Yes, I'll let you down if I like the story."

Angela groaned as she heard the response. The strain in her shoulders was becoming increasingly painful but she started to tell the story of her enslavement. She described how Ricardo had tricked her and enslaved her. She told about the mercenary raid and how Ricardo had been killed. And she told Fiona about how the mercenaries had flown the girls that they liberated from Ricardo to Morocco and sold them. "They even tattooed a number on me!" she said indignantly.

"Yes, I'm looking at it now," was Fiona's reply. "At least it was tastefully done. Some places do an awful job."

Angela felt Fiona remove her finger from her little pucker and rub it lightly across her perineum where the serial number was tattooed. "You look much better as a slave than you did as a mistress. I even thought that when I first met you. I would have bought you in a heartbeat that weekend if you had been for sale. Instead, I ended up with that busty blonde who can hardly even pull a cart."

Fiona slid her finger lower and traced Angela's labia which were slick with her arousal. "Cedric said something about summoning you when he wants you and renting you to your family the rest of the time. How does that work?"

"Oh god," groaned Angela. She had left out the part about her family and had been hoping to avoid that altogether. That was probably the most embarrassing part of her current situation these days.

"Cedric is my owner, Mistress," Angela responded. "But he did not want me to lose my family or the rest of my life. So he rents me to my family for one dollar per year."

Fiona pushed a finger between the juicy folds of Angela's sex and started to slowly stroke in and out of her. "I see. So they know all about you being a slave now?"

Angela sucked in her breath again as the finger started to send unwanted thrills through her captive body. "Yes, Mistress. They know everything."

"Everything?" asked Fiona with a little bit of disbelief in her voice. "So does that mean that they'll know about me owning a piece of your precious little body?"

Angela felt her face blushing at the question. "Yes, Mistress; probably. Cedric seems to keep my husband very well informed. He even sometimes sends him video of me when I am on the island. I was surprised at how much he knew the last time I got home."

"I see," nodded Fiona. "And what do your children know? You have two if I remember correctly."

"Yes, Mistress. I have two children. And they know everything also," replied Angela. It was becoming harder to concentrate as Fiona kept adding fingers to her sex. It felt like three fingers were now stretching her widely.

"How interesting," remarked Fiona. She was surprised at how wet Angela was, especially considering how uncomfortable she must be both with the bondage and with the conversation topic. She truly was meant to be a slave and Fiona looked forward to enjoying this marvelous girl.

The mistress put all of her fingers together along with her thumb and started pushing into the vulnerable girl. Angela was groaning as she felt her sex being stretched wider and wider by the intruding hand. This was not the first time she would be fisted but she never enjoyed it. The act was so demeaning in her mind and it always served as a reminder that her body no longer belonged to her. Angela couldn't believe that this woman who she used to think of as a friend could do something like this.

Fiona finally worked her entire hand into the groaning woman's sex. It was amazing that she had been able to do that with no extra lubrication. This woman was truly a treasure. Then she continued her questioning as her fingers roamed and explored inside of her temporary slave.

"So are you now treated as a slave at home?"

Angela was panting as she tried to adjust to the object that was filling her sex. She felt the fingers probing and stroking her dark recesses as she tried to concentrate enough to be able to answer the question.

"Yes, Mistress," Angela replied haltingly. "Sometimes I am treated as a slave at home. Sometimes I'm just a normal wife and mother; well almost normal."

"It must be confusing for the children," observed Fiona. She watched her wrist disappearing into the woman's body and marveled again at the creature who she currently held captive. The woman's ass was fit and tight and could easily belong to a teenager. She wiggled her fingers some more, feeling the satiny texture of Angela's vaginal walls and feeling the sex grip her hand tightly.

She reached forward and held one of the dangling breasts in her hand. Maybe she would talk to Cedric and convince him that lactation should be induced in this wonderful creature that he owned. Her vet could easily have her producing milk in a matter of days. But maybe she wouldn't. While she would love to be able to milk these plump, beautiful breasts, this slave had so much more to offer. She would have to think about it.

"It must be confusing for your slave girls too," Fiona continued. "You have two of them also, if I recall correctly."

Angela grunted as she felt the mistress touching her cervix and then responded. "Yes, Mistress, I have two: Kim and Alaine."

"Ah yes; I remember Alaine, the redhead." Fiona extended a finger inside of Angela and was now pushing against the slave's cervix. She could hear Angela's grunts and groans, knowing that she was causing stabs of pain to shoot through the girl's belly. It was wonderful to have this kind of power over someone.

"Such sleek lines on that one," Fiona went on. "And fairly well endowed as I recall. I almost bought her that weekend. Pity that I didn't. I could easily see her in tack. She would be exquisite. But I was focused on cup size at that auction. We had recently sold a couple of our bustier ponies and I needed to restock the inventory with someone just as chesty or some of the members would start to complain."

"It is a pity, though," said Fiona. Angela groaned again as Fiona's finger pressed harder against the cervix. "I must prefer ample but not excessive breasts. I like ones like yours and Alaine's."

"Do your children enjoy the third slave in the house?" Angela felt perspiration coating her body as she tried to adjust to the pain and discomfort. Then, suddenly the pressure was removed from her cervix, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't know, Mistress," Angela replied. "I guess so. They use me just like the other two slaves so I suppose they enjoy me being a slave." "How wickedly delightful!" smiled Fiona.