Each of the other guests had learned a lesson. Each of the males fucked the beautiful caged girl but did so as the trainer had done, with soft caresses and gentle whispers. She even remained docile as one of the boys decided to take her bottom.
She was released from the cage and, one by one, the female guests availed themselves of her tongue. Each petted her and talked calmly to her as she lapped at one sex after another. When she had finished, each of the guests had received an orgasm. Laura lost track of how many times she climaxed.
Katherine and her guests finally sat down in small groupings of chairs and sofas in the great room. Laura decided to remain in character and crawled along the floor, her pendulous breasts swaying seductively beneath her chest. She circled the room once before going to the tamer and rubbing her body along his leg as a cat might do. Then she curled up at his feet and purred.
"I think she likes you," observed Katherine, smiling as her slave lay at her friend's feet.
"She's such a good girl," the tamer replied. "Such a beautiful pet." He patted his lap, inviting Laura into it, and Laura climbed up, nestling in his arms. He was sitting on a couch with what Laura assumed was his girlfriend. The girlfriend was the one who Laura had bitten at the beginning of the evening. Laura thought about hissing at her but then thought better of it. There was no sense in traumatizing the guest.
The tamer stroked and petted Laura, whispering to her as his hands glided over her firm, smooth flesh. He reached between her thighs and held his hand over her sex, cupping it as if protecting it. His other hand slid up her body and claimed on of her full breasts, lifting it and holding it.
One of Laura's breasts started to leak and the tamer realized that Laura was lactating. He used both hands to gently remove the hoop that ran through her nipple. He set it on the table beside him and then reached around his girlfriend, pulling her closer. He guided his girlfriend until her lips touched Laura's breast. Laura watched as the girl tentatively parted her lips and sucked the little bud into her mouth. Then she started sucking and Laura saw the girl's cheeks hollow with each suck and felt the delicate tongue dancing over her nipple. Laura was not sure why, but she thought it was very erotic to be cradled in her tamer's lap as he fed her milk to his girlfriend. She started purring again.
Katherine swatted Laura's bottom as they headed upstairs after all of the guests had departed. "Go feed Brigitte," she said. "You were a good girl tonight."
"Thank you, Mistress," Laura replied as she smiled brightly. Steve was not in the room when she got there. She removed the second gold hoop and then lifted Brigitte, letting her daughter nurse enough to hold her through the night. Twenty minutes later, Brigitte was asleep again and there was still no sign of Steve. Apparently, their owners were going to keep him for the night. She returned to Katherine's room.
"May I stay with you tonight, Mistress?" she asked after she knocked lightly on the door and entered the darkened bedroom.
"Of course you may, pet," replied Katherine. She was already in bed and turned down the covers on one side to invite her slave to join her. Laura slipped under the covers and into Katherine's warm embrace.
"You were just so amazing tonight, pet," said Katherine after a long, loving kiss. "You made me so proud of you."
"Thank you, Mistress," replied Laura. Then she giggled. "It was actually a lot of fun."
Katherine gave Laura another squeeze. "Yes, it was great fun." Katherine then adjusted her body so that her face was at Laura's breasts. She nuzzled against the warm yielding flesh and then sucked a nipple into her mouth, nursing on her pet until she fell asleep.
Chapter 4
"We got another one," announced Monique. She was in the library checking her emails at the computer. Pierre was reading the newspaper and smoking his pipe in a chair nearby.
"Another what, dear?" he asked.
"Another offer," she replied.
"Oh. Where did this one come from?"
"New Zealand.."
"How much this time?"
"You have to see this one for yourself," she said.
It was remarkable. For the past several months, they had been receiving offers for the purchase of their slaves. The offers originated from all over the world: Canada, England, Australia, South Africa. This latest one from New Zealand kept up the pattern. They speculated that they all originated from the same person but they were not sure.
The first one arrived when Laura was still pregnant. "How much do you want for your slavegirl?" was all that the email said. They had ignored it.
Neither Pierre nor Monique could imagine who could be sending the emails. They had not advertised their slaves for sale. They had not even displayed them publicly. Some of their friends had met the two slaves at various parties hosted by the Chambeaux family and some of Katherine's friends had met and used the slave couple. They could not believe that any of their friends would be so outrageous as to try to purchase their slaves, though.
Pierre got up from his chair and stood behind Monique, massaging her shoulders as he read the email. "I will offer you $1.5 million for your pair of slaves. Delivery is not necessary. I can arrange to have them collected."
Pierre whistled. "That's starting to become real money. Do you think we should sell?"
"Pierre!" scolded Monique. "How can you even think of such a thing? They are far too precious."
"At some point, everything has a price," he responded. "Would you sell them if they offered a hundred million?"
"That's pretty unrealistic. But I probably would for that price."
"Like I said, everything has a price. Maybe the price isn't high enough yet but, if they keep this up, it will be."
"What do you think we should do?" asked Monique.
"Well the price isn't high enough for me. But I'm dying to learn who this is. Let's suggest a meeting." Pierre then helped Monique script a response. "Regarding your offer, we should meet to discuss the terms of the transaction."
Monique sent the email. Fifteen minutes later, she received a reply. "4:00 today at the Four Seasons. No need to bring the merchandise."
"So much for this email coming from New Zealand," commented Monique. "It's obviously a fake email account. I'm sure that all of these emails are from the same guy."
"We'll find out this afternoon, won't we?" said Pierre.
Shortly before 4:00, the couple was seated at a table in the bar of the Four Seasons. Pierre was sipping a glass of red wine and Monique was enjoying a cup of tea. She kept looking around, trying to see if she recognized anyone but nobody looked familiar. Several minutes after 4:00, a man approached the table.
"Mr. and Mrs. Chambeaux, I presume?" he said.
"Yes, I am Pierre Chambeaux," said Pierre as he stood and extended his hand. They shook briefly. "And this is my wife, Monique."
"Excuse me for being tardy," said the man as he shook her hand. "I was delayed. My, you are lovely," he commented as he gazed at Monique. "When I first arrived, I was convinced that you were the merchandise of which we have been communicating."
"Thank you," replied Monique. "I think."
"My name is Alan Chisholm," the man explained. "May I join you?"
"Please be seated," responded Pierre.
Alan took a chair and then leaned forward, placing his palms flat on the table as he looked from Pierre to Monique and then back to Pierre again. "Now then, let's get down to business, shall we? You have a package that I would very much like to acquire. My offers to date have been rejected but hopefully they have demonstrated my sincerity and my flexibility when it comes to the terms of the deal. Hopefully, they have also demonstrated that I am determined and that price is not a major issue for me."