"I would like to be with you, Master." Where did that sentence come from? Six months earlier, that would have been an unthinkable response; especially since she had just volunteered to go where all of the beautiful, innocent teenagers who had just been auctioned off were having their sales finalized. The money would change hands and then the girls would be taken off to their new lives with their new owners. It would be so sad to witness.
"Come along, pet," he smiled at her response. "Would you like me to leash you?"
"Only if it pleases you to do so, Master," Angela replied. "I will follow you with or without the leash."
Chapter 2
For some reason, there was only one settlement table tonight. With thirteen young bodies to sell, that meant that there was a backup as the transactions were slowly finalized.
Angela stood off to the side where Cedric usually fastened her and simply watched the group of owners waiting for their turn to complete their purchase. Some of them looked overjoyed at the item they had just bought. Some of the others looked impatient at the long line and slow process.
"I thought that was you up there," she heard a female with a British accent say. She turned her head in the direction of the voice.
"Oh god," she muttered. "Hello, Fiona."
"Hello, Angela, dear," said Fiona, the mistress she had met six months earlier when she was visiting the island to purchase Alaine. "This is a pleasant surprise; a very pleasant surprise indeed."
Fiona reached out with both hands and let her fingertips glide down the outer swells of Angela's breasts. In another time, she would have grasped the offending hands and pulled them away; probably even slapping the owner of the hands. But this was not another time. This was today. This was her fate. Instead, she kept her hands tucked into the small of her back and thrust her chest out even further as if offering her full breasts to the mistress.
"How did you end up back here like this?" asked Fiona. She had moved her fingertips up the beautiful mounds and now had one finger hooked in each of the gold hoops in Angela's pierced nipples. "I like these new additions, by the way."
Angela shook her head slightly as she tried to figure out how to explain her present situation. "It's a long story, Mistress."
Fiona smiled at the response. "So I'm Mistress to you now, am I? I like that change also. Who owns you now? Maybe I'll talk to them and see if I can borrow you long enough to hear your story."
"I belong to Cedric now," explained Angela.
"Really?" asked a surprised Fiona. "I did not realize that he had such good taste in slaves. Wait right here. I'll be right back." And then Angela watched Fiona walk toward Cedric and engage him in conversation.
Their conversation seemed to take forever. Angela watched as one spoke and then the other. She saw one of them shaking their head occasionally and then speaking again. She glanced around the room and saw that the line had not seemed to dwindle one bit and saw that more people were looking impatient.
She watched her owner and the mistress talking and wondered what all of the discussion was about. She wished she could hear it. Then again, it was probably better that she couldn't. It would only be embarrassing for her, she decided.
"That's not the girl I bought, I tell you!" she heard a male shout. She looked back to the settlement table to see what the commotion was about.
"Which one do you think you bought?" asked the woman behind the table.
"That one!" said the male as he pointed through the plate glass wall to another one of the girls. The girls were in a separate room and each was affixed to a post by the cuffs that held their hands behind their backs.
"No, you didn't!" a woman said with a raised voice. "I bought that one!"
She saw Cedric appear at the table. Apparently, he was going to sort the mess out personally. She turned her head back and saw Fiona approaching her again.
Fiona produced a leash and attached it to Angela's nose ring. "They'll be hours sorting this one out. Come, pretty pony." She tugged on the leash. Angela gasped but instantly followed for fear of losing part of her nose.
Angela walked behind Fiona as she was led out of the room and then out of the building. Pretty pony? What was that all about? She remembered that Fiona bought girls for her club and made them available as pony girls to her members. Maybe she just called all slave girls pony.
"You are an expensive one," said Fiona once she had led Angela back to her bungalow. "That was not the smartest business decision of my life but I'm sure it will be worth it. Here, let's get that ring out of your nose."
Fiona tugged on the leash again and Angela dutifully stepped up to her. Then the mistress grasped and turned the ring until she could unsnap it and remove it. At least that was one thing Angela could be thankful. She hated that ring and had hated it since the day her septum had been pierced six months earlier.
Angela had many questions. But she did not know what the rules were here. Cedric allowed her to ask as many questions as she liked as long as she was sliding up and down on his cock. How would Fiona react to questions? She decided not to find out.
Fiona was fiddling with her breasts and was removing the hoops that went through her nipples. Angela did not hate those nearly as much as the nose ring. She never would have gotten her nipples pierced on her own but she had received so many compliments about them in the past six months that she almost came to appreciate them. Fiona leaned down and kissed each of the nipples after the hoops were removed.
"There," smiled Fiona. "Now you look more like my pretty pony. But you sure are an expensive pony."
Finally, Angela could not take it any longer. Her curiosity had built to the point where it was boiling over. "Why do you keep say that I was an expensive one?"
Fiona laughed and reached up, bouncing Angela's breasts in her hands. "Because you are. Cedric drives a hard bargain."
Angela gasped. "Did Cedric sell me?"
Fiona tittered in a way that only the British upper class seemed to be able to pull off. "No, he didn't sell you; at least not entirely. He gave me occasional rights to you, though."
"What does that mean?"
Fiona cleared her throat. "Aren't you forgetting something, pretty pony?"
Angela furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought and then she realized what point Fiona was making. "What does that mean, Mistress?"
"It means that I will have rights to this tight, beautiful body each time Cedric summons you." Fiona placed her hands on each of Angela's shoulders and then let them run down her arms, squeezing occasionally.
"Each time Cedric summons you," she went on, "you will report to me for the first week. My place should keep you fit and toned."
Then Fiona tittered again and continued. "Think of me as your maintenance plan. We'll get you harnessed up and then your cute little ass off. We'll try this arrangement for a year and then see about extending it."
Fiona had slipped a pair of cuffs onto Angela's wrists and then attached them together behind her back. She stepped away and pushed a button on the wall which lowered a chain from the ceiling.
"Why would he do that, Mistress?"
"For my business, of course," tittered Fiona as she attached the hook at the end of the chain to the cuffs.
"Your business?"
"Yes, dearie. For my business. He knows I use several different auction houses. Now, I will only use his. And in exchange, I get you."
"Wow," breathed Angela as she felt her wrists being pulled skyward. She couldn't believe that Cedric had done that. She had been bartered for business purposes. Now, more than ever before, she truly felt like property. She was simply an asset to utilize. She started to immediately feel the strain in her shoulders and bent forward at the waist to relieve the stress. "Do you buy many slaves?"