"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.
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?"