Princess Alana

Chapter 16: Business Opportunity

Another month went by in the happy harem. Each of the girls was content and each of the owners was very happy with their property. On the weekends, the girls toiled away on Alana's house and were getting close to finishing the easy work on the inside. They knew that there was more work on the outside and wondered how they would handle that. They had become accustomed to working naked but they knew that the other neighbors would probably object to that when they worked in the flower beds.

During the week, the girls pursued their own separate interests. Alana designed buildings. Meredith had taken up a new interest in organizing charity events. And Ted had convinced Kelly to go to college, so she spent most days in class or studying.

In the evenings, however, they were all naked and beautiful slavegirls who existed purely for the enjoyment of Grace and Ted. They prepared and served dinner together. They entertained their owners with either a dance or some sexual performance each evening. And they warmed the beds of their owners. Everything was perfect in everyone's mind.

On an evening when Ted, or Master Edward as he had become known as, wanted Kelly and Meredith. Grace agreed and took Alana to bed, although they slept in Alana's new master suite, complete with a huge master bath and a king-size bed.

As Alana laid cuddled up against her Mistress, Grace laid out an idea. "Pet, I received a call today from Master Charles. He was looking for help in designing a new event hall and he wanted to know if I knew of anyone who could help. Mind you, I never told him that you were an architect. So it's fine if you say no."

"What is he looking for in the new hall, Mistress?" she asked.

"I don't know, little one. Maybe that's something you should ask him yourself."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied and then she resumed her licking of her mistress' sex.

Alana was quickly becoming Grace's favorite. All of the girls were beautiful, pleasing and obedient. But Alana somehow had an elegance about her. She carried herself proudly even when she may feel embarrassment or humiliation. She truly was Grace's slave princess.

She had to hide he favoritism from the girls, however. She was worried about Meredith. Meredith was the oldest of the slaves, although only a year older than Alana. She was beautiful by anyone's standards and, since the girls' visit to the ranch, Grace had received more offers to buy Meredith than either of the other two. But she was afraid that Meredith might somehow start to feel inferior if she knew of Grace's affection for Alana, especially because of Ted's interest in the other girls. Grace attributed Ted's behavior to the "green pastures syndrome." Ted and Meredith had been married for several years and, all of a sudden, two beautiful women were dropped into his lap; literally. She made a mental note to talk to Ted. Perhaps he should spend more time alone with his wife.

Kelly had adjusted very nicely to the change from being a mistress to being a slave. In fact, she seemed even freer in her new role. Even though she had been reluctant and even pouty at the ranch, she had turned out to be the most carefree and adventurous of the trio. She certainly was the most energetic, which sometimes earned her punishments.

Kelly was the one who kept reminding Grace that they still needed to be registered. And she was the only one who was excited when she learned that the branding iron had arrived. She was disappointed, however, when she learned that the mark was to be placed on her bottom. She had wanted it to be more prominent and Grace was convinced that she would have worn the little lopsided heart emblem in the middle of her forehead if she had been left to decide.

Grace scheduled a visit to the ranch to introduce Alana as an architect. Charles only knew her as a beautiful slavegirl. Ted bowed out so Grace left Kelly with him and took Alana and Meredith with her.

Despite being introduced in her role as a professional, Alana was naked. At least she and Meredith were allowed to sit at the table. It would have been difficult to take notes while kneeling. She interviewed the master for over an hour to get an understanding of what he was looking for and then he led the three women on a tour so that Alana could get a feel for the setting.

As she walked around, Meredith realized that two months earlier, she never would have considered walking outside naked. Now, as she passed the staff members and a few slaves, it seemed quite normal to have nothing but a collar on her. And she could feel her sex getting wet as the familiar surroundings reminded her of those erotic three weeks at the ranch.

Alana realized that her reference books would not help her design this building. It was definitely something she had never seen or heard of before. It was to have an amphitheater, a dungeon and facilities for exercising slaves. The floors needed to be designed so that no blood or other bodily fluids would stain them. It also needed numerous small rooms, several of which would be used as cells for holding slaves and the rest would be classrooms. Master Charles wanted the building to be both magnificent and nondescript. "I want it to be something to be proud of but I don't want it to be attracting a lot of visitors and tourists." Alana finished taking her notes and then blushed as she tried to put her pencil away before she realized that she had no pockets. She ended up tucking it behind an ear.

"I will have the preliminary drawings and sketches for you next weekend, Master," she told him. "We can make whatever alterations are needed then."

"I want that girl!" Charles exclaimed to Grace after she had sent the girls back to the car to wait for her. "Hell, I'll take either one of them! Hell, I'll take any of the three! You have no idea how lucky you are to own those three little morsels. I still have people calling each week to see if they're going to be featured in the hunt."

Grace laughed. "It's always nice to hear that my girls have made a good impression. I'll think about it. Maybe we can make some kind of trade. One of my girls for Gretchen, perhaps?"

"But…." Sputtered Charles.

Grace cut him short. "Think about it, Charles. Now, I must be on my way." With that, she turned and walked to the car to join her slaves.

"I miss that place, Mistress," announced Meredith when they were halfway back to town. This drew an immediate reaction from Alana who was startled by the admission, but she remained silent.

"What do you miss about it, pet?" asked Grace.

"Everything, Mistress. The excitement and the thrills. I honestly have never felt sexier or more alive than when I was there. I know you probably think I'm being silly."

"No, love," reassured Grace. "I don't think you're silly at all. I think you're beautiful. A beautiful, loving slave. I could return you easily. I could sell you to the ranch if that would make you happy."

This brought a gasp from Meredith who quickly responded. "Thank you Mistress, but I don't think I want to be sold. I would like to return from time to time, though."

"Consider it done. I'll phone Charles as soon as we get home. Maybe I can deliver you tomorrow and then pick you up next weekend when Alana delivers her plans."

Meredith squealed excitedly and jumped up and down in her seat. "Oh thank you Mistress!"

The rest of the drive was mostly made in silence. Grace continued to marvel at the way that the three girls had adjusted to their slavery. Each was different but each seemed to blossom in their own way. Alana spent the rest of the ride trying to figure out how Meredith could want to go back there. She remembered the humiliations and the punishments and especially watching her breasts being skewered before her very own eyes. Meredith spent the rest of the ride anticipating her upcoming week and wondered if the German Shepherd would still be there.

Alana spent her free time in the evenings working on the plans for the new building. Her free time was limited because of the demands of her owners, but she still found time to work on the design. She had gone through what seemed like reams of paper, much of which was crumpled up on the floor below her as she tried out different ideas. Nothing seemed to work at first, but then, a vision began to form and come together. By Saturday, she was ready to present the concept drawings to Master Charles.

"The concept is to maximize versatility, Master," she explained as she stood naked at the table. "I have designed it to accommodate the various types of events that could be held here but also to be of use when there are no events scheduled." She then went on to describe how the different spaces within the building could be used and altered for various purposes. Charles and Grace listened intently as the naked architect went over the details.

"It's brilliant!" Charles finally declared as he reached around Alana, grasping one of her breasts to use as a handle and pulled her toward him. "There's not a thing about it that I would change."

Grace smiled proudly as she watched the master running his hands up Alana's sleek and shapely body. She stood still as she was fondled and groped by the master and felt her heat rising from the attention.

"Thank you, Master. I'm glad that you approve."

"When can we start building?" he asked as his hand cupped her sex.

"Oh," responded Alana. "I'm not sure, Master. I can quickly complete the design but then you will have to line up a contractor and a supervising engineer."

By the end of the discussion, Alana had been recruited to supervise the project. She would be in charge of selecting the contractors and monitoring quality and progress. This had Alana's head spinning because she had never been involved in this aspect of a new building. That was always left to the more senior partners in the firm.

As the discussions died down, Meredith was brought in. She had just spent a week at the ranch and looked positively radiant. Her posture had always been good but now it was perfect. Her motions had always been graceful but now they were fluid. Her smile had always been beautiful but now it was infectious. And her eyes sparkled.

In addition to her collar, she now had some new jewelry. A gold hoop passed through each nipple and hung down, far away from her chest because of her ample breasts. And she displayed the new ornaments proudly by thrusting her chest forward.

Alana smiled and rushed forward to hug her slave sister, feeling the cool metal of the hoops against her own naked breasts.

"So did you figure out the new hall, sis?" asked Meredith.

"I think so," replied Alana. "You look beautiful. Stunning. Incredible!"

"Alana has done a wonderful job," said Charles. "And she's going to manage the construction for us."

"Oooooooooooo that's great! Maybe I can come out and keep you company?"

"I'd like that," smiled Alana as she kissed Meredith.

"You wouldn't have believed the hunt this week," Charles told Grace as he walked her to the car. "I let the word out on Sunday that one of your girls would be in the hunt this week. Their reputations must have spread and the news must have spread like wildfire. We had 150 hunters on Wednesday. That's more than twice as many as we've ever had."

"That's very flattering, Charles," replied Grace. "It's nice to know that my girls are appreciated and admired."

"Appreciated and admired?" said Charles incredulously. "They're almost worshipped. They are like cult idols! It's a good thing Meredith was bagged by mid-afternoon. We had so many hunters that I had to impose a one-kill limit on the hunt. I swear, nobody took a shot until after she had been claimed. If she had evaded the hunters like she did the other time, all of the slaves would still be out there roaming the range."