"What?!?!?!?!?" screeched Angela. Cedric had summoned her from the holding room back to his office.
"Kate didn't buy her," he said. "She lost power while Jenna was being displayed. By the time she phoned in on her cell, the bidding was over."
"What about John?"
"He never called," said Cedric.
"Then who bought Jenna?" Angela was frantic at this point. How could all of this be happening?
Cedric sighed. "Fiona bought her. She bought two girls tonight, including Jenna."
"Then I'll go talk to her right now," said Angela with a determination in her voice that had been absent ever since she lost her freedom. She started toward the door but Cedric caught her around the waist and pulled her to him.
"Wait, little one," said Cedric. "It's better that she not know that Jenna is your daughter. I have an idea. We still have two possibilities."
Angela struggled against her master's grip but he held her firmly. Finally, she gave up trying to escape from his grip. "Why is it better that she not know that Jenna is my daughter?"
"Because she will use Jenna against you," he explained. "She has called me daily for the past three months trying to get me to sell you to her. She is fixated on owning you; obsessed. Once she realizes that she holds your daughter, she will use that knowledge to help her to own you."
"Then I'll trade me for her," said Angela with that same determination as earlier.
"You don't own you, sweet pet," he reminded her. "You have nothing that you can offer to Fiona in exchange for Jenna."
"Then you will trade me for Jenna," she replied.
"I agree that I would be very happy with Jenna as my slave, but I would still be happier with you."
"Cedric!" gasped Angela, surprised at his response. "You would keep her? We are trying to figure out how to free her."
"I have my needs, beautiful bird."
"How could you even think of keeping Jenna as a slave?"
"I am a slaver," he replied. "That's what I do. I keep and buy and sell slaves. I would be trading one slave for another. But they would both remain in slavery with your solution."
Angela slumped at his latest words. "Okay, what is your other solution?"
"Now you are talking sense, pretty bird," he said as he patted her bottom. "First, we continue to try to reach John, but it will work even if we are unsuccessful."
"Tonight," he continued, "I will go to Fiona. I will tell her that we had technical difficulties tonight during the auction. I will say that we had buyers who lost their connection and that two of them were very interested in buying Jenna. They are still interested and would like to have an opportunity to purchase her from Fiona. It would be an opportunity for her to make an immediate profit. As long as she doesn't realize that Jenna is your daughter, it should work."
"I have already instructed the handlers to tell Jenna that she should say nothing about you being her mother. They have already delivered that message."
Angela sighed again. "Do you think it will work?"
"I do," replied Cedric. "Kate is willing to work with us. And if we can find John, I know that he will also."
"It has to work," Angela said as she started to sob. "I can't imagine my baby as a slave. And I especially can't imagine her as one of Fiona's ponies, being fucked each night by a different member of her club."
They waited an hour and still they did not hear from John. Cedric figured that Fiona was back in her room by now with her latest purchases so he headed to the mistress' room.
"Cedric, how nice of you to stop by," Fiona said as she saw the large black man standing at the door. "I was just starting to sample my new girls. Come in."
"Oh, I don't' mean to interrupt you. Perhaps I should stop by another time."
"Nonsense," she said. She reached out and pulled him into the room. As she did that, her robe parted and Cedric got a generous view of the naked body beneath the robe. He was certain that he could sell this one for a mild fortune if he could ever find a legitimate way to get her onto the auction block.
He saw that both girls had been fitted into identical frames once he entered the room. Each was completely immobilized with their torsos horizontal and their breasts hanging beneath their chests. Their legs were spread wide, leaving their pussies and asses completely available. And their heads were held in braces that kept their faces right in front of seats in front of them.
"I was a bit worried about our arrangement at first," said Fiona. "But if you keep offering girls like these, I will be very happy."
Fiona was standing between the two frames and was stroking her hands down the backs of the two naked teenagers. "Both of these will be huge hits with my members."
"Although this one," she patted Jenna's ass, "looks like she has the potential to be a competition pony. I'll test her out when I get back to Sussex. I was just testing out her tongue before you arrived. Why don't you enjoy the black-haired one while I continue. And you can tell me why you are here."
"Thank you, Fiona," said Cedric. "That's very generous of you. What are you calling these two?" He went behind the one girl as Fiona slipped back into the seat in front of Jenna's face and parted her robe again. He freed his cock from his trousers and then rubbed it against the girl's petals. She was dry, which was so often the case with freshly caught slaves. He pulled his bottle of lubricant from his pocket and coated his cock.
"I haven't named them yet," Fiona said. "I like to understand their personalities before I give them their pony names. Did I tell you that Angela is now Hellfire?"
Jenna's' tongue was already working on the woman's pussy. There was no way that she would be whipped again. But her eyes opened wide when she heard her mother's name. Mom is Hellfire?
Cedric placed the tip of his cock at the girl's sex and slowly slid it in. She groaned as the huge member stretched her. Cedric noticed that the girl did not speak or protest and assumed that Fiona had already threatened to punish them harshly if they said anything.
"So for the time being, I'm using their birth names. Your cock is in Dawn. And the tongue that is pleasing me belongs to Jenna." Then she laughed. "Actually, the tongue belongs to me. But her name is Jenna."
"Beautiful names for beautiful girls," said Cedric as he started a slow in and out motion. He saw a single angry red stripe down the length of Jenna's back and assumed that she had balked when she was first ordered to service Fiona. Thankfully, it had only taken one kiss of the whip to get her to comply.
He always enjoyed it when he was offered an opportunity to sample one of the newly captured girls. His slaver's code would not allow him to try them out before they were sold. But if an owner offered one after they had been purchased, he would not turn it down.
He remembered this one from the auction. She was a tall one with large, full breasts. From this angle, everything seemed to be beautifully proportioned and she felt exquisite wrapped around his cock. He looked down and watched as his black shaft would emerge from the girl's alabaster body, only to sink into it again.
Fiona's voice shook him back to the present. "What was it you wanted to talk about, Cedric?"
"Ah yes," he sighed. He would have preferred to keep his focus on the leggy and well endowed teenager. But he was here for business purposes. "The reason for my visit."
"I learned that we had difficulties tonight with the internet feed," he continued. "One of the buyers has already called, complaining that she was cut off and could not continue bidding."
"Then that's my good fortune, Cedric," replied Fiona. "Maybe I got a girl for less than I would have. Although each of them cost me much more than I am used to paying."