The Newest Slave

Chapter 15

"Here's my little slavegirl," smiled John as he found Angela in the baggage claim area. Her plane had arrived only minutes earlier.

"Ha ha," she replied. But she welcomed his embrace and trembled slightly as he held her.

"That was certainly an interesting vacation," he commented. "Not what one normally thinks of as a getaway. But I'm glad you are home safe and sound."

"Oh, John," she blurted. "It was horrible. Oh my god! You were so right. I never should have gone."

"No, you shouldn't have," he agreed as he continued to hold her. He did not know all of the details about her week away but the few that he did know about were pretty bad. He hoped that she was not too traumatized by her ordeal.

"But you did go," he continued. "And what's done is done. I'm only glad that we got you home safe and sound." He had more to tell her but that would wait. He needed to get her home to her family first.

Angela started sobbing. She had been successful until now at holding back the tears. But now, in the safety of her husband's arms, the dam broke and the tears were flowing freely. He let her cry and continued to comfort her. She had no luggage so he gave her a couple of minutes of sobbing before leading her to the car and driving her home.

Once home, Angela greeted her children and slaves and then John took her to their bedroom. He wanted to hear about her week and he wanted to make love with her. Her story would have to wait until after they fucked, though.

"Oh, Master," she sighed as they cuddled together after their coupling. "It just kept going from bad to worse." He raised his eyebrows at being called Master and wondered if it was just a slip of the tongue.

"Ricardo reneged on the agreement as soon as he bagged me," she said. He claimed that the Spanish language contract allowed him to do what he was doing. But she knew that the English version that she had read did not. Unfortunately, it was the Spanish one that she had signed.

"He started off by putting these in," she said, pointing to her three piercings.

John let his finger circle each of the nipple rings and then hooked his finger in one, tugging slightly on it. "I think they look very sexy. They look good on my new slavegirl."

"That's not funny, John."

He silenced her protest by kissing her but he continued to toy with the nipple ring. He truly did like the new look. When the kiss ended, she went on with her story.

"He was brutal. Everything he did was trying to break me or humiliate me. He makes pornographic movies and he kept filming me for parts in the movies. He's the skull and cross bones guy."

"Oh," said John. "Well, at least he makes good movies."

"John!" she admonished. "He put me in those movies!"

"I can't wait to see you in them," he grinned.

"John!" she reprimanded him again. "I'm your wife! I shouldn't be in those kinds of movies! But thankfully, I won't. All of that was lost in the fire."

"There was a fire?"

"I'll get to that in a little bit. Let me finish telling you how horrible he was."

John settled back to listen as he kept alternating between the nipples, tugging on the rings and teasing her.

"After he marred my body with these rings, I was gang raped by the men who work at the ranch. There must have been at least twenty of them. They kept at me until deep into the night. Then, when they were finished, they threw me in a cage. I never felt so hopeless in all my life."

"The next day, he announced that he was exercising his conversion option. He claimed that the contract had a clause that allowed him to make the slavery permanent at any point during the week. He made it permanent. And I wanted to die."

"I wondered how you ended up on the auction block," he said. He still hadn't figured out how she ended up being offered for sale.

It certainly had been quite a week. It was only a little over two weeks earlier that Cedric had staged the mock sale of Angela. She had looked stunning as she was affixed to the pole on the auction block. She had looked frightened and shocked but she was so sexy and beautiful and erotic. But now, two weeks later, it had happened for real. His beautiful wife had been sold for real. She truly was a slave. He was so happy that he had her home again.

"No, that's not how," she said. "I'll get to that part later."

John raised his eyebrows. Now he was really confused. What else had happened during the week his wife was away?

"The next day, he was filming another movie," she went on. "I was gang raped again but this time it was by a pack of dogs. Oh, John, it was so horrible. I shouldn't even be telling you about this. But I have to."

Angela shuddered as she thought back to her day with the dogs. Once again, another actress played the role of a mistress. In the story, the mistress ran a dog training academy and the dogs were being trained to fuck women on command. During the filming in the morning, the mistress was focusing on getting the dogs to like to fuck a woman. Angela was turned loose in a fenced-in area with at least a dozen male dogs. It did not take them long to realize that there was a female among them and they started chasing her. Angela evaded them for a few moments but they quickly tackled her. One dog placed his teeth on either side of her neck and growled when she tried to get up. At that point, it was an easy task for the dogs to mount her. One after another, they mounted her and fucked her. Some even took her twice. Throughout the ordeal, the three cameramen recorded the rape from different angles to make sure that they caught all of the action.

In the afternoon, the plot called for a dog to learn how to fuck on command. Angela was strapped to a bench with her knees on the ground and her torso lying on the bench. Her bottom was completely exposed and vulnerable in this position.

"Fuck," the mistress commanded. The dog looked at her, confused.

"Fuck," the mistress repeated. Still, the dog just looked at her. The mistress attached a leash to the dog's collar and led him to Angela. She pulled the dog's nose to Angela's sex and the dog started licking the juicy treat. It was not long until the dog figured out what to do with the treat and he mounted Angela. Angela wailed and protested but the dog just kept pumping.

"Fuck," the mistress said as soon as the dog penetrated the slavegirl. She let the dog pump away for several minutes before she called out again. "Stop."

The dog had no desire to or intention of stopping and just continued his enjoyment of his human bitch. The mistress called out "stop" again and used the leash to pull the dog off of Angela. Then the commands started again with the mistress helping the dog to learn by using the leash.

"Fuck." "Stop." "Fuck." "Stop." At the end of two hours, the dog had learned the commands and was obeying. It was time to learn a new command.

"Ass," commanded the mistress.

Angela cringed as she heard the new order. She knew exactly what would happen. And just as she expected, the mistress positioned the dog and guided its cock into her asshole. "Ass," she repeated to reinforce the training.

"Ass." "Stop." "Ass." "Stop." For another hour, Angela was repeatedly sodomized by her canine rapist until he learned this command.

"Fuck." "Stop." "Ass." "Stop." Angela was dying a thousand deaths as she was repeatedly raped by the dog. Finally, the dog climaxed in her pussy, spewing copious amounts of its seed into the bound and naked slavegirl.

"Good boy," the mistress praised him. The girl received no praise or any other attention from the trainer.

John felt his cock starting to stir. The thought of his beautiful wife being fucked by a dog was very arousing to him. He wished he could have witnessed that.

"The next day, he ringed me again. Only this time it was through my nose." She tilted her head and he could see that a hole had indeed been punched through her septum. The thought of his wife being led around by a nose ring finished fortifying his cock and he slid forward, burying it in her sex.

"John, how can you be aroused by that? It was so degrading! It made me feel like livestock."

"I'm sure you were beautiful livestock; a beautiful, sexy slavegirl," he replied as he slowly thrust in and out of her tight, warm pussy.

"I spent the day hooked to a plow, pulling it through garden beds until I was too exhausted to even move. Then they carried me to the barn to brand me."

"They branded you?" he asked incredulously.

"No," she replied. "Thankfully not. But I was going to wear that scull and cross bones that you like so much on my butt."

"What happened?" he asked as he slid into her again, completely burying his cock in her body.

"We were rescued," she said. "Well, rescue is not the right word. We were rescued from Ricardo but it was like going from the frying pan into the fire."

Someone had hired a team of mercenaries to raid the ranch. A Texas billionaire's daughter had been kidnapped and enslaved by Ricardo. The mercenaries were there to rescue her. Ricardo was killed during the raid as were most of the guards who he had hired to protect him.

But the deal was that, in addition to the exorbitant sum of money that the billionaire paid them, the mercenaries would get to keep anything they found at the ranch. Angela was one of those anythings. They claimed her and a dozen other women as slaves. Then, after they finished looting the ranch, they burned it to the ground. Hopefully, the films of Angela burned with it.

"That night, they raped us over and over again. Then they threw us in cages and carted us off in their trucks."

"Wow!" uttered John. Things really did seem to go from bad to worse for his wife during the week.

"They flew us to Morocco and gave us to some slavers. That's how I ended up getting sold."

"Cedric didn't tell me that part," said John. Cedric had learned that Angela was to be sold at a competing organization's auction and had called John to alert him. That was the only thing that saved her. Had it not been for Cedric, Angela could easily have ended up as a harem girl to some sheik. But Angela only knew part of the story. John would have to find the right way to tell his wife the rest of the story.

"It was terrifying," Angela continued. "The whole process was terrifying; and dehumanizing."

She described what happened to her as she was "processed" for sale. They had given her a tattoo with her slave serial number on it. John wanted to see this but decided to wait until he finished fucking his wife. Plus, he wanted to hear the rest of her story.

He reached down and started toying with her clit ring, tugging on it and flicking his finger over the tiny bud. He knew he shouldn't be so excited by her story but he found the whole ordeal to be highly erotic. Beautiful Angela had been captured by one male and then claimed by a group of males who then sold her. This was a story line worthy of a movie; or a wet dream.

John's toying with her clit was having an effect on her. She was nearly delirious with lust as they coupled and most of the story was garbled and unintelligible. John would have to have her repeat it later. "At least her slavery hasn't affected her sexuality," thought John as he continued to pump into his wife's body.

The toying with her clit finally pushed her over the edge as she exploded into orgasm. "Oh, Master," she groaned. "Thank you for buying me."

John climaxed also and continued to stroke slowly in and out of Angela's warm, inviting body until he finally softened and slipped out. Then he held her and rehearsed in his mind how to tell her.

"Love," he started after she had recovered, "I don't know how to tell you this. But I didn't buy you."

"You didn't?" she asked in disbelief. "Then how did I get released?"

"Well," John fumbled for words. "Technically you weren't released. You have been loaned to me."

"What?!?!?!?!" she gasped. Then he told her about his phone conversation with Cedric two days earlier.

"I thought you should know, Mr. Dawson," Cedric had said. "I will do what I can but it will be quite impossible to get you an invitation to the auction. This is not my organization that is selling your wife. And as you might expect, they are very cautious. They go through a lengthy vetting process, just as we do."

"Do what you can," said John. "Money is no object." Then they hung up and Cedric called back thirty minutes later.

"Here is my offer, Mr. Dawson," Cedric started. "Please hear me out and do not get upset. It will result in the return of your wife but there will be strings attached to the offer."

He paused for a moment and then continued. "Despite trading in human flesh for most of my career, I have never owned a girl. I think it is time to change that."

"What do you mean, Cedric?" asked a confused John.

"I mean that I plan to buy Angela," Cedric replied. "But I don't mean to be selfish with her. And I don't want her to entirely give up her life. Her life is what defines her and to deprive her of it will change her. I do not want her changed. I will share her with you and your family."

"What?!?!?!?!?" sputtered John. "Are you crazy?"

"I am most certainly not," he replied with his calm island accent.

"Then what are you proposing, exactly?"

"I plan to buy Angela," said Cedric. "There is no way for you to buy her and I would hate to see her end up as a slave elsewhere. And I have amassed a small fortune of my own from my work. I will buy her. She will become my private stock."

John listened as Cedric continued. "I would truly love to have her with me always and permanently. But it would not be fair to Angela. And as I said, I want her as she is; not as a mindless, changed slavegirl. I will share her with you."

"Share my wife with me?" asked John incredulously. He was dumbstruck about what he was hearing.

"Yes, Mr. Dawson," affirmed Cedric. "I will share Angela. She will be my property but I will allow her to live with you and your family. I will only require her for my use for three months out of each year."

John started off confused and then became angry. The conversation went on for close to an hour. In the end, John was resigned to the new arrangement. It was better than losing Angela forever. She was to be sold within the hour. Maybe someday, he would be able to buy her and own her completely.

"Do not fear, Mr. Dawson," said Cedric as the conversation ended. "I will be a kind owner. But I simply must possess Angela. She is extraordinary. It is the first time that I have wanted to take title to someone."

Angela had been silent as John related the conversation and told her of her new status in life. She shuddered a few times and eventually had to close her eyes to block out the world. How had things changed so much and so fast?

"Do the children know?" she asked when John finally finished.

"No, they don't know anything other than you went to Cuchilla for your little slavery adventure. We'll have to come up with some kind of story for when Cedric summons you. But we have time to work on that."

"Yes, Master," was all she said.