"Yes, I'm very pleased. But what do you mean about clients?"
"I operate a club and the stables are part of the club. Members can stable their own girls there or they can use some of the club's girls. My girl will be trained to be a club girl."
"Oh," said Angela as she nodded. "I would like to visit someday. It sounds fascinating."
"It is," agreed the mistress. "It is quite fascinating and exciting and so erotic. There is nothing more pleasing than to watch the rump of a running girl as she pulls your cart or watching a naked girl prancing through a dressage event. You will have to visit."
"I shall," smiled Angela who then turned toward the Cuchillan master. "And what will your girl be used for?"
"I too operate a club," the master smiled. "It is located on a large ranch and we do many things. One of the favorite activities is the hunts."
Angela gasped. "You hunt girls?"
"With paintballs mostly," he replied. "The hunters get to claim their prey for some period of time after the hunt; usually a week. It is a quite popular sport. In fact, I would very much like to bag you someday, should you decide to visit and participate."
Angela gasped again and blushed. "You want to what? Bag me?"
"Yes," he nodded. "Perhaps I chose the wrong word. My English is not so good. I meant that I would like to shoot you and enslave you; temporarily, of course."
Angela's blush deepened. "That was the correct word. Do you bag many mistresses?"
"Yes, quite a few," he offered. "But only the most beautiful mistresses. And both of you qualify that way. I would love to hunt you and have you as my slave."
"Oh my," muttered Angela. She should be insulted, and at some level she was. But she also felt a little thrill rush through her body at the thought of being hunted and temporarily owned. They had already exchanged phone numbers. She wondered if she would end up calling him to take him up on his offer.
Angela was the first of the three to reach the settlement desk. A frumpy looking secretary sat behind the table, arranging the paperwork from the most recent transaction she had completed. "Lot number?" asked the secretary.
"Seventeen," replied Angela.
"Let me just find her here." She ran her finger down a page and nodded before swiveling in her chair to look into a file cabinet. She extracted a file and swiveled back to face Angela.
"Before we get started," the secretary said, "there are just a few questions. Currently, your girl is in a holding room. Do you want to collect her there or have her delivered to your room for the night or simply shipped to your home?"
"Leave her in the holding room," replied Angela. "I'll collect her there."
"Do you want her gag left in or removed before you get there?"
"Removed."
"Do you require any special preparation before you collect her? Shaving? Piercing? Enemas?"
"No," said Angela. "I think she's perfect just as she is."
The secretary smiled and opened the folder that sat on the table before her. "Oh, you're right," she said as she looked at the picture. "She is perfect. I remember her too. We sold her not long ago."
"Yes," inserted Angela. "About a year ago. She was sold with five of her friends. I bought one of the friends.
"That's so nice of you to reunite her with a friend," the secretary said.
"I bought her because she pleased me and I wanted her. I didn't buy her for a reunion."
"Yes, of course." The chastened secretary looked down at the folder and started writing information into blanks on the forms. The process took about thirty minutes and, as soon as the money had been wired from Angela's account to the slavers', she was led into the holding room to claim her new slave.
Eight naked girls were still tethered to posts when Angela walked into the room. She glanced around and quickly found her newest slave. She walked over to her and stood in front of her, raising her hand and stroking the girl's cheek with her fingertips.
"Hello girl," she said softly. "You belong to me now."
Angela was not sure what to expect. When she said those words to Kim for the first time, Kim had screamed and sworn at her. She guessed that she would receive the same response from this girl, whose name she didn't even know but whose deal of ownership was in her purse. She was surprised by the response she did get, though.
"Yes, Mistress," the girl replied. "Thank you for buying me." The voice was soft and melodic and lyrical. It was not drudging or lifeless or frightened like she might have expected of someone who had been a slave for a year already. She had clearly not been broken. That was a good thing.
"My name is Angela," she said, "although you will call me Mistress. What is your name?"
"I am Alaine, Mistress," she said, almost musically.
Angela leaned forward and kissed Alaine on the lips. "Welcome to the family, Alaine."
Alaine was confused. She had not been treated harshly by her former owner. She was not beaten. She occasionally felt the sting of the whip or a crop but that was only during training or when she was being raced. She had certainly never been whipped for recreational or entertainment purposes. But her former mistress had shown her no tenderness at any point. The only tenderness that she experienced in the past year came from the men and women who she was sometimes loaned to. A few of them were caring when they took her to their beds. Now, her new owner was showing tenderness and welcoming her to the family. She did not know what to think.
"Thank you, Mistress," she replied.
"I can't wait to get you home," Angela went on as she reached up and stroked the outer swells of her new slave's breasts. "My husband saw you last year when you were sold and he wanted you then. He'll be delighted that we own you now. And the kids will simply adore you."
Alaine's head was spinning at this point. They saw her sold last year? And what was all of that about kids?
"You were here when I was sold last time, Mistress?"
"Yes, pet," said Angela. She had splayed her fingers and was lifting the girl's breasts, enjoying the texture and the weight. This girl was divine. And she showed no signs of skittishness or discomfort at being fondled so intimately. "We bought one of your friends then. We bought Kim."
Alaine's eyes brightened at the news. "Is she still with you?"
Angela gave the firm, warm breasts a squeeze and leaned forward, kissing Alaine again. "Yes, little one. We still own Kim."
"That's wonderful, Mistress. I have missed her."
"I'm sure she has missed you too. Now, let's get you released from this post and go arrange transportation. Then we can go back to my room and talk more."
Angela unlocked the cuffs from the post. "Would you be more comfortable if I leashed you? Or do you want to just walk with me?"
This was unbelievable to Alaine. She was being given a choice. And she would be allowed to walk untethered. In all of the past year, she had never been asked for her opinion. She never had the opportunity to make a decision. There were never any choices. And she was always led by a leash or reins wherever she went.
"I would enjoy walking with you, Mistress," she responded.
Angela smiled. "Then let's go." She walked to the door and Alaine followed dutifully. They went through the door and were met by a large black man.
"One of the birds has returned," the man said. "The beautiful redbird."
Then he turned to Angela. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cedric. I run the operation here in the Caribbean." He had an island accent; perhaps Jamaican?
"Pleased to meet you, Cedric," replied Angela. "I am Angela Dawson. And this is my new girl, Alaine."