First Slave

Chapter 3

One of the benefits of belonging to Cedric was that she always traveled first class. Most slaves were drugged and then transported unconscious to their destinations. But he trusted her not to escape so he let her travel on commercial flights and he always provided first class tickets. This morning, he had his private jet deliver her to one of the islands with an international airport and now she was flying to her home and to an uncertain couple of months.

She wasn't sure why he trusted her so much. She had thought many times about trying to escape. But she always decided against it. Maybe he knew that she would think about it and then reject the idea.

To truly escape, she would have to leave her family also. It was impossible for her to imagine all four of them relocating with new identities and remaining hidden for very long. The reach of the slavers was too long and Cedric had made it clear to her that she was his most prized possession. She knew that he would mobilize all available resources and that he would hunt far and wide for her.

She looked out her window at the ocean far below. The day after Fiona had borrowed her was her last day on the island. She wished that she had not upset Cedric the way she did. She thought that the little rift was behind them but she wouldn't know for sure until her next visit.

"Cedric, how could you?" Angela had asked after Fiona returned her to her owner the next morning.

Her large black owner simply raised his eyebrows at her question.

"Sorry. Master, how could you?" she asked again, realizing the mistake that she made the first time she asked the question.

"How could I what, beautiful bird?"

"How could you let Fiona claim me? She says that I'm to be delivered to her the next time that you summon me."

"Ah that," nodded Cedric. "For the money of course. It's always about the money. And also because I can. I own you."

"Does she buy and sell that many slaves that you would give her me in exchange for her business?"

Cedric nodded again. "Yes she does, pet. I can't be sure how many because she has always spread her business around in the past. But I would estimate around fifty per year so that means that the deal I struck with her is worth at least twenty million pounds."

Angela gasped at that revelation. Fiona bought and sold fifty girls per year? And she was willing to give twenty million pounds of business to Cedric in exchange for a few weeks of Angela's time? That was unbelievable!

"Currently, we only sell her three or four girls a year so you can see that we are quite anxious to get the rest of her business," Cedric paused and smiled. "And once again, it proves what a wonderful and valuable girl I own. You should be very flattered."

"Flattered?" thought Angela. Yes, she supposed that she should be flattered that everyone viewed her as being so valuable and expensive. But it was still a shock to be viewed as just another asset and to be used for barter purposes. This was just one more reminder that she was merely Cedric's property now, to do with as he pleased and to utilize for his own gains.

"Yes, Master," she replied quietly with her eyes cast down. "I am sorry. Yes, I am flattered that she would view me as being that valuable."

"Besides," Cedric spoke again. "This should be great conditioning for you. Think of it as a week at a spa where you will end up in even better shape than you already are, although you are already exquisite."

"Yes, Master," she whispered. She had a hard time visualizing a week with Fiona as a week at the spa. Instead, images of her wearing leather straps and pulling a cart or being exercised in a corral kept popping into her head.

Being with Cedric, on the other hand, was like being at a spa. Each day, he had beautiful slave girls attend to her. She was pampered and preened daily and felt like a princess; a slave princess but a princess nevertheless.

Cedric also had her participate in the training of slaves. Most were newly purchased slaves who were just waiting to be shipped to their new owners and were sent to the classes that the island compound offered. But some had been sent to the island for remedial or advanced training. She knew that she should be flattered by that too. The training was always conducted by the masters and mistresses in the past. To her knowledge, she was the only slave who had ever trained other slaves on this island.

She was not an instructor in the training. But she was one of the people who the students had to practice on and demonstrate their proficiency. Trainees licked her pussy. She fucked them with a strap-on and another day she would fuck them in the ass with a strap-on. For one day's class, she even fisted girls so they would know how that felt in case their owners ever decided to use them that way.

"Now' its time for your correction, pet," declared Cedric.

Angela gasped. "What did I do wrong, Master?"

"Hmmm, where should I begin?" he responded with his island accent. "You questioned my judgment. You angered me by forgetting that you are my property. And you failed to address me properly."

Angela sighed. It was all true. She stood up and faced her owner. "Where do you want me, Master?"

"In the playroom, pet."

Angela shuddered at the words and guessed what was about to happen next. She didn't know why he insisted on calling it a playroom. To her, it was more like a torture chamber.

"Yes, Master." She walked into the playroom and he followed behind her, admiring her form and the way her ass moved with each step. He was very pleased with his decision to keep her. He could have resold her after buying her at the Moroccan market. He was sure he would have made a substantial profit if he had done so.

He could have released her completely, he supposed. But why would anyone in his right mind let a delectable morsel like this one get away? His decision to retain ownership of her but let her return to her family had probably also been a wise one, but he wasn't sure. It did let him continue to enjoy her without ruining everything that he loved about her. He liked her fiery spirit. He did not want her to turn into a mindless drone. But it also meant that he was not able to enjoy his property for much of the year. He would rethink the arrangement at some point in the future. Right now, he had an errant slave that needed correcting.

"Into the frame, little bird," he commanded.

Angela groaned. She had been right about what he was going to do. She dutifully climbed into the frame and adjusted her limbs to where she knew he wanted them. Then he tightened the straps, securing her into the frame and making her immobile.

The result left her completely vulnerable and exposed. Her ass jutted out behind her. Her legs were spread wide. Her breasts dangled beneath her chest. And the worst part was that her chin was supported by a padded rest that forced her to look at herself in the giant mirror on the wall. Once again, the image in the mirror reminded her that she was a slave; simply property to be trained and used in any way Cedric deemed fit; and punished also, should he choose.

She gulped when she saw him pick up the huge paddle. She must have really pissed him off this time, she realized. He only used that for major infractions. He swung the paddle, striking her hard across the ass with a loud crack. She screamed as her bottom exploded into pain. He showered five more blows to her vulnerable bottom until her ass glowed a bright red. She screeched and pleaded after each strike. Finally, he set the paddle aside.

"All that is left to deal with now is your failure to address me properly." He picked up another instrument and swung it through the air, causing her to gulp. Then he stood behind her and swung it up between her legs, letting the whip snap at her sensitive and vulnerable sex.

She shrieked again as her pussy became a new center of pain. Again, he only whipped her six times but she was shrieking nonstop by the sixth blow. For the last two, he aimed the tip of the whip at her clit and her shrieks rose a couple of octaves.

"That's all now, pet," he said soothingly. She was whimpering and sniffling as she tried to recover from the punishing blows. "That's all behind us. Now, you get your reward for taking your punishment so bravely."

She watched in the mirror as he removed his clothes and then saw him coating his cock with lubricant. She shuddered as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what she knew was coming next. "Fucking my ass is a reward for me?" she thought.

He took it slowly, as he always did when he claimed her ass. He knew he was too big for her and would tear her if he moved too quickly. But if he did take it slow, she was always able to adjust and accommodate his massive girth. Within a couple of minutes, his shaft was buried deep in her rectum and she was panting heavily as she was still trying to adjust to the log that had just impaled her bottom.

"I will miss my beautiful bird," he whispered in her ear as he moved his cock in and out of her ass. He held her bountiful breasts in his palms and palpated them, enjoying their texture and weight as he fucked her leisurely.

"I will miss you too, Master," she sniffled in response. She was still trying to recover from her punishment and having his body pressed against her tenderized backside was not helping.

Angela shifted in her seat as she sat on the airplane and winced. Her bottom was bruised and was still sore from yesterday's punishment. Her sex was still tender from the whipping she had received. She glanced out of the window and saw that the plane was over land now.

She wondered what it would be like once she returned home. Life was so unpredictable now when she was at home. She would be allowed to be a wife and mother one day, only to find herself sucking her son's cock or being whipped by her daughter or being displayed by her husband the next.

In a way, life of total slavery on the island was easier for her. Cedric might be a demanding owner but he was also a loving owner and she always at least knew what to expect. She was a slave and she was treated as a slave. She might be a prized possession, but she was still a possession.

Maybe she would be better off staying on the island the next time she was summoned. She was sure that Cedric would keep her there if she asked. And then she wouldn't have to face the roller coaster experience of switching back and forth between free woman and slave girl.

Then she remembered Cedric's tendency to be driven by profit. She would probably end up being sold to someone if she gave up her home life. He would grow tired of her eventually. Or someone would offer him an outrageous price for her. She already knew of dozens of people who had offered him what she thought of as outrageous prices. He had rejected them but she could see that he had seriously considered each of the bids that he had received for her.

No, she would not tempt fate. She would continue to be on the island only when he summoned her. If he loaned her to others, so be it. If her family kept having her switch back and forth in her roles, so be it. At least with this arrangement, she was less likely to be sold. And the idea of being sold again, terrified her.

If this return to home was anything like the last three, she would be immersed in her slavery. The last time, it eased up a bit after two weeks but she was kept constantly bound and was constantly used sexually for the first two weeks. After that, she had periods of normalcy that were punctuated with moments when she was plunged back into her slavery.

John and her son, Jack, always behaved as if they hadn't seen a woman in five years whenever she reappeared on the doorstep. They were like sex-starved animals and wanted to spend the majority of each day fucking her in one way or another.

But for crissake! They had two beautiful and sexy slave girls with them the whole time she was away. What was the good of owning slave girls if the men couldn't be kept sexually satisfied? They always acted as if they had blue balls when she returned from the island.

Jenna was another story. During her first return when John had first turned her into a temporary slave, her daughter had not even touched her. In a way, that had hurt Angela, although she knew she should be glad that Jenna did not want to use her as a slave. The second time she returned, Jenna had used her a little bit but not much. She much preferred the sleek-bodied Kim as her sexual partner.

After Angela's third return, which was after Cedric summoned her to the island for the first time after buying her, Jenna had let the two males trim their horns on Angela for the first couple of weeks. Then, as Angela resumed her normal roles of mother and wife, it would usually be Jenna who snapped her out of them and lowered her back to slave. Jenna did not demand a lot of sex from her. But she did seem to derive some kind of perverse pleasure from the humiliation that her mother felt as she was forced to serve as a slave again.

Would this pattern continue this time? Angela cringed as she tried to anticipate what would happen with her husband, her eighteen year old daughter, and her seventeen year old son.

John picked her up at the airport and drove her home. The conversation was perfectly normal between a husband and wife. Not a word was said about her latest stint on the island. It was almost as if she was returning from a business trip or a long vacation with friends.

This surprised her. She had expected questions about the past month. But then she realized that he already knew about her activities while she was gone. Cedric sent him daily and quite detailed updates.