The Newest Slave

Chapter 3

"You surprise me," said Angela as she let her hands roam freely over Alaine's body. Alaine's wrists had been released as soon as they got back to the room and Alaine was unbound for the first time in a year; no collar, no harness, no cuffs, no bridle, no reins. Not a single item adorned her naked body. She was lying in the middle of the bed as Angela fondled and stroked her.

"You seem so comfortable with your slavery," Angela continued. "It seems that you do not mind being owned."

Alaine looked up at her new owner. "It's not a matter of minding or not minding, Mistress. I am owned. And I would rather live as a slave than die being free or trying to be free."

Angela nodded as she listened. She knew about the capsule that was embedded in each of the girls that the slaver organization sold. But she had no idea how strong the deterrent effects were. Apparently, they were quite strong.

Each girl who was kidnapped and then sold by this organization received a capsule that was surgically implanted somewhere in the girl's body. Even Angela did not know where they were. Inside one side of the capsule was a GPS locator that would help the organization locate a runaway or stolen slavegirl. Inside the other half was a lethal poison that could be released to eliminate any girl who might pose a threat to the organization or her owners.

Angela leaned down and sucked the closest nipple into her mouth, pulsing it in and out several times before releasing it. "You won't know this for yourself until you have been with us for awhile. But you will be treated very well by my family. You will be treated more like a beloved pet than a slave."

Alaine had been watching as Angela sucked on her nipple and looked into her eyes as she spoke. "Thank you, Mistress. I think I will like that."

Angela returned her lips to the nipple she had just released and sucked it back into her mouth. She slid her hand across the smooth belly and cupped the girl's sex, feeling its wet warmth. Then she released the nipple and started stroking the slick petals with her fingers as she spoke.

"You will be used sexually by everyone in the family but I'm sure it won't be as often as you have been used over the past year."

Alaine felt her body responding to the sucking and stroking. It was not an unwelcome feeling. In fact, it felt kind of good to have the woman toying with her body and masturbating her.

She would have been abhorred by this attention before she was abducted a year ago. She was not lesbian. She was not even bi before she was captured and sold. Now, however, she actually enjoyed the gentle touch of a woman's lips and fingers. But it really didn't matter whether she enjoyed it or not. She was owned. Her mistress would decide what she did.

"Actually, Mistress, I was not used sexually very often; never by my mistress. Maybe once or twice a month by the people she loaned me to."

"Really?" remarked a surprised Angela. "I would have thought she would devour this delicious body any time she could."

Alaine blushed at the comment. "She was training me to be a ponygirl. She did not want sex to distract me from being a champion pony."

Angela slid a finger into the girl's sex, feeling it tight and oily around her digit. She heard Alaine inhale audibly at the insertion and she leaned down to kiss her girl on the lips.

"Your mistress did not know what she was missing. I could enjoy this delectable body all day long. I could just gobble you right up."

Alain felt herself blush again. She would have thought that being naked for a year, being treated as a pony, and being loaned to people as if she was some inanimate object would have made her immune from embarrassment. But she was embarrassed by the compliments.

Maybe it was more humiliating to be treated gently when you were a slave than to be treated more harshly or even indifferently. Whatever it was, her new mistress was coaxing blushes out of her that she didn't even know existed.

"Why did your mistress sell you?" asked Angela. Alaine stiffened at the question. She remembered the day, a week earlier, when she had learned that she was to be sold. She was shocked and mortified. She had cried herself to sleep in her stall that night.

"She grew tired of the equestrian life, Mistress."

"She's a fool to give you up. I would have left the pony play behind but kept you."

"I overheard her talking with someone about that. The master said the same thing. But my mistress said that it would be too hard to retrain me into a pleasure slave."

Angela shook her head in disbelief. Maybe the other mistress was right that it would be more difficult than training a fresh slave but it was at least worth a try. She felt an obligation toward Kim and now toward Alaine. While she might sell them someday, she would at least do her best to help the girls find new homes where they would fit in.

"I guess that's her loss and my gain," said Angela. "Let's start making up for lost time. You have been sexually deprived for the past year."

Angela started stroking her fingers between the wet folds of Alaine's sex and lowered her face to the beautiful rounded breasts. Alaine raised her hand to stroke her new owner's face but Angela caught her wrist and pushed it back down to the bed. She moved it again with the same result. Finally, Alaine positioned herself spread eagle on the bed and just watched her mistress feast on her breasts as she felt the fingers lifting her toward an inevitable orgasm.

Angela slipped a second finger into her girl and used her thumb to stroke the clit which was stiffened and quite slippery at this point. She shifted from breast to breast, sucking and licking and nipping at it. These breasts were perfect for her perfect girl. Occasionally, she would shift her lips to the girl's and kiss her.

This was not mistress/slave sex, she knew. This was just plain vanilla girl/girl sex. Angela wasn't sure how other owners used their girls but this was the way that she and her family used them. They were sex toys used for recreational fun. In a way, they were like living inflatable dolls that people buy in adult novelty shops.

Angela paused her lips for a moment. She ran her eyes down the nude form that was splayed across the bed. This girl was so much the ideal; soft curves and toned flesh. There was not a single overstatement to any of her features. Even her belly button was perfect. When her eyes got back to the girl's face, she saw that Alaine was looking at her.

"I'm just admiring my purchase, girl," Angela said. "I'm very happy with what I bought." Alaine smiled weakly but remained silent.

Angela resumed her efforts and started nibbling the fleshy breasts again as her fingers continued to explore and toy with the girl's sex. Soon, she heard the girl moaning and listened to the almost musical sounds. She turned her head and watched the girl's belly quivering, showing that she was close.

Angela did not want this to end. She felt like she was being serenaded by the melodious sounds of her girl whimpering and moaning. It was lovely. Her girl was lovely. This was the best thing she ever bought.

Angela wondered what the girl's life had been before she was kidnapped and enslaved. Maybe she was a singer. She was certainly beautiful enough to be a model. Maybe that was her career. She could never ask, though. She would not want to bring a flood of memories back to the girl. Maybe Cedric would know.

Angela continued to keep her girl on the edge of orgasm for over an hour. But eventually, she pushed Alaine over the edge and the girl's entire body trembled as she let out a groan that was just as musical as her other utterances.

Angela crawled onto the bed and held her girl; her newest slave and prized possession. She kissed the girl and stroked some stray hairs off her cheek.