She stepped up to Lot Number 17. This one looked nice. She probably stood five feet two inches and had wonderfully full but not overly large breasts, with only a hint of sag that gave her a delicious form both from the front and in profile. Angela lifted them and thought that they felt good resting against her splayed fingers. She bounced them several times before releasing them.
She slid her hands down the girl's sides to her narrow waist. The skin was soft and warm but the flesh was firm and muscled. She was very fit. The girl watched Angela intently but without any signs of fear or concern or disgust at being handled and inspected the way she was. Angela assumed that was one of the benefits of buying a previously owned slave. Kim had been frightened and tentative and jittery when she and John first brought her home.
Lot Number 17 was a redhead and, supposedly was a natural redhead although it could not be determined by looking at her pubic hair. Her bald pussy was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Angela stepped back to get a full look at the girl. The face was beautiful and she looked to be in her mid twenties. Just like her abdomen, her thighs and calves were nicely muscled and toned.
She looked back at the program. This one was twenty seven years old and had been kept as a ponygirl for the past year. That would explain how fit and toned she was. At twenty seven, she was slightly older than Angela had suspected but she was still in her prime as a slavegirl. After all, Kim was twenty seven also and they adored Kim.
Angela reread all of the information about the girl and then gasped when she saw the date she had originally been sold. That was the same day they had bought Kim. Six girls were sold that day. And if Angela remembered correctly, all six of them had been close friends. Even her slave serial number which was listed in the program confirmed that she was one of the six girls sold on that day. The redhead's number was 0913CF while their own girl's number was 0911CF.
That meant that Lot Number 17 and Kim knew each other. Would it be a good idea or a bad idea to have two slaves who knew each other so well before becoming enslaved? She would have to think about that.
She finally moved on but not until she inked a star next to Lot Number 17 in her program. This one was a definite possibility.
She continued to wander along the row of merchandise, thoroughly inspecting each object that she had not already ruled out. After two hours, she had narrowed it down to three possibilities: the teenager, another blonde who was twenty, and the redhead. She went back to inspect each of the three again. She finally prioritized them in her mind and then left the inspection hall to get a bite to eat before the auction began.
Chapter 2
Angela was seated at a table with four others as she waited for the auction to begin. Two were a husband and wife from Canada. One was a British mistress. The fourth was a Cuchillan master. She was the only American. There were about fifty buyers in the room ready to purchase the thirty pieces of merchandise that were about to be offered.
"Actually, this will be our second girl," explained Angela in response to a question from the Cuchillan. "We bought our first girl about a year ago."
"How nice," smiled the master. "Do you plan to keep both of them?"
"Oh yes," Angela answered quickly. "We had originally planned on selling Kim once the children went away to school but now I don't think that we could ever part with her. Kim is like part of the family now."
"Was she previously owned also?" asked the Canadian wife.
"No, she was a fresh catch. They had only kidnapped her the day before we bought her."
"Wasn't that difficult?" the wife asked. "We have often talked about buying one of the new girls but we were afraid it would be too much work."
"It was some work at first," agreed Angela. "It was hard for her to adjust but I supposed that's to be expected when you are free one day and then owned the next. But she did adjust and we just adore her."
"Maybe we should try a fresh one, Bob," the wife said, turning to her husband. "I heard that they are collecting some tonight and will be selling them tomorrow."
"Let's see if we get the one we selected from this group," replied Bob. "If not, we can stay over and get one from tomorrow's sale."
"Which one did you select?" asked the British mistress.
The wife laughed. "Bob likes them young. He wants the blonde teenager."
Bob nodded. "She has a ripe young body that should be lots of fun to play with."
Each of them shared their first choices. The master also had his eyes on the young blonde. The mistress wanted one of the tall, busty blondes that Angela thought looked like a cow. Angela shared that she was hoping to buy the petite redhead.
The auction began and was conducted much the same way that the auction Angela had attended a year earlier was. One at a time, the naked girls were brought onto the stage. The auctioneer would describe the object that was to be sold and would illustrate his points by lifting breasts or twisting nipples or probing a girl's sex or bottom. All of this was shown on the gigantic television monitors that were on the walls. A cane was used on each of the girls to show how well they marked. And then the bidding began.
The most valuable property turned out to be the young blonde. Nearly a dozen people started off bidding for her but the field narrowed quickly. In the end, she was sold for 600,000 British pounds. Neither the Cuchillan nor the Canadians won the bidding.
Most of the girls sold between 200,000 and 300,000 pounds. The Cuchillan won his second choice, a dark-skinned girl with large breasts and an ass that Angela found to be unattractively large. The British mistress won her buxom Amazon and was delighted.
Angela won the bidding for the redhead at the surprisingly low price of 150,000 pounds. It was surprising because she remembered that none of the six girls who had been sold a year earlier went for less than 300,000 pounds. That meant that this girl had lost half her value in a year. Angela had no idea that slaves depreciated in value so drastically.
She reasoned that the price was so low because this crowd of buyers seemed to place a high value on large breasts. Angela thought her new girl's breasts were perfect on her small frame but they clearly weren't udders like some of the other girls had. Angela was quite pleased with her purchase.
She sat with the other four buyers at her table until the auction ended, although she was dying to go claim her girl. Once the final bid was accepted on the final girl, she arose with the others and moved to the settlement room.
Three settlement tables were set up today. There had only been one a year earlier when she had been here last. But the numbers of bodies being sold into slavery this day was five times as high. Angela chatted with her Cuchillan and British tablemates as they waited in line.
"What do you have planned for your new girls?" Angela asked them.
"I have stables in England," replied the mistress. "Mine will be trained as a ponygirl."
"Oh, the one I bought today used to be a ponygirl. You didn't want her?"
"No," said the mistress. "I prefer to train them myself. Plus, my clients value large breasts. Your new girl is a little too sleek for their tastes, although I find her quite beautiful myself."