"Yes, that is indeed your good fortune," said Cedric. He heard Fiona moan as Angela's daughter moved the mistress closer to orgasm with her tongue. "And perhaps your fortune can be enhanced. The buyer has asked to be able to make an offer on that girl. I want to wait until tomorrow, though, to see if any other buyers were affected."
Fiona moaned loudly and Cedric saw the mistress tense. Jenna had just delivered an orgasm to her new owner. He remained silent until Fiona recovered.
"Let's switch girls, Cedric," Fiona said after she came back down from her orgasm. "I want to try out my other pony."
"Of course," he said as he pulled his sword from the wet, warm sheath of the raven haired beauty. But now he wasn't sure what to do. He was being offered Jenna and somehow that seemed wrong.
It did not seem wrong to him as a male. Jenna was so much like Angela that he could not wait to fuck her. And it did not seem wrong to him as a slaver. Slavers were used to using slaves however they wanted to.
But it seemed wrong to him as Angela's owner. Angela had grown on him in ways that he never would have imagined. She was more like a wife to him than a slave. No, wife was not the right word. She was like a partner to him. He trusted her completely and relied on her. How would she react if he fucked her daughter?
"Is something wrong, Cedric?" asked Fiona. "You don't like my other girl?"
"Oh, Fiona, it's nothing like that. Your other girl is exquisite. I was just admiring her before I sampled her." Cedric could not come up with a way to avoid the inevitable. He moved behind Jenna and positioned the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to her sex.
Jenna let out a long, low moan as she felt Cedric's cock slide slowly into her. Unlike her friend, she was lubricating freely and his cock entered her easily. But he was huge; much bigger than any of the boys who had fucked her in high school. And she couldn't believe that Cedric would do this to her. She owned slaves too! She was a mistress! And she knew that Cedric knew this. Why would he fuck her as if she was a slave?
"Bring me any offers that you receive, Cedric," said Fiona. "I'll at least consider them. But don't hold your hopes too high. I'm very pleased with the purchases that I made tonight."
"This one," she continued, "will be a huge hit with the members. We haven't had a pair of tits like that in the stables for quite a while."
"And the other one you are with is exceptional too, although I'm thinking of keeping her for myself." Fiona paused and moaned as Dawn's tongue moved her closer to an orgasm. "I haven't decided yet. The members will love using her too. But there is something about her that makes me want to keep her as my own pet."
"Yes," thought Cedric to himself. "There's something about her that makes me want to keep her also." He needed to concentrate. There were so many things that he had to plan out and anticipate. But the delicious body of the teenager who was impaled on his cock kept distracting him.
He could easily envision owning both the mother and daughter. Each was stunningly beautiful and each felt divine wrapped around his cock. He felt Jenna's vaginal walls gripping his cock just like her mother's did. And he saw her asshole tightening and relaxing, almost as if it was winking at him. Angela's did that too and it was delightful to watch.
But he knew that he needed to focus. There were so many things he needed to figure out in his mind. What price should be offered to Fiona in order to effect the sale? And if Jenna could be purchased, what next? Could they afford to release her back to her family? What if she talked? This would be a huge risk to the organization and if others in the organization ever found out, they would surely have him killed for being so reckless.
And what story could she possibly even have once she returned home? She had gone on spring break with three friends but she would be the only one to return home. Surely the police would want to question her and that could not possibly be good for his organization of slavers.
It was becoming clearer in his mind that, even if Fiona were to sell Jenna back to either Kate or John, she could not be released back to her family, at least not immediately. So that left three alternatives in his mind. Let Fiona keep her. Let Kate take her. Or keep her on the island.
And he knew that Angela would not be happy with any of these alternatives. For the present, he enjoyed watching his black cock pumping in and out of the teenager and enjoyed seeing her milky white, perfect skin contrasting with his darkness.
Chapter 14
"What kind of choice is that?!?!?!?!" demanded Angela. She was standing naked with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips as she glared at Cedric across his desk. He had just shared with her the three alternatives that he had come up with regarding Jenna's future.
"It is the only way," he said. "She would be too much of a threat to the organization if she was released at this point. Even if she did remain silent, the police would be suspicious and would start probing. They might even suspect your daughter was involved in foul play. She returns but her three friends remain missing. I think that she would come under a lot of scrutiny."
"Cedric, this is horse shit!!!!" Angela was angry now. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare. "So are you telling me that Jenna can either be a pony or a lesbian's sex toy or your little slave?"
Cedric sighed. He would save her punishment for later but she did have to be punished this time. He could not continue to overlook her infractions.
"It is unfortunate that your daughter was collected," he told her. "As I said, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she was caught. She was processed. She was sold. She is a slave. The only decisions to be made are where she will remain and who she will serve."
Angela opened her mouth to speak but then closed it when she saw Cedric furrow his brow. She knew that she had probably already earned punishment and there was no sense in earning more, especially since she had no idea what to say. She was too furious to even think clearly at the moment.
"If we let Fiona keep her, we can always buy her back in a year," Cedric went on. "Fiona usually only keeps a pony for a year before freshening her inventory."
"But you have no idea how demeaning it is to be treated as a pony," she said. "Master," she added a moment later.
"You are right," he agreed. "I don't know what it's like. I have been to Fiona's club and witnessed it, but I have thankfully never experienced it."
"Well I have," she responded. "It's completely dehumanizing to be kept in a stall and trotted and raced, only to become someone's sperm receptacle at the end of each day."
"There is always Kate," he said. "She is a kind mistress. And I'm sure that Tempest and Elke would look out for her."
"This is all so unfair, Master. I don't understand why my baby can't be set free. Why can't she go home?"
"I've already explained that to you, beautiful bird," he said. "She represents an unacceptable security risk. Perhaps after she has been conditioned, she can be treated as you are and be released for periods of time. But until she can be observed and trained, we cannot take that chance."
"Grrrrrr," growled Angela as she raised her arms and then swung them back down, punching her thighs with her fists.
"Be careful, pet," warned Cedric. "Don't damage my property." Angela growled again but did not repeat her earlier action.
"Besides," he continued. "How do you know she won't like being a slave? Some girls are very content being owned. You seem to enjoy it. Don't you?"
"That's different, Master," she said. "I had a choice."
Cedric chuckled. "That seems to be a bit of rewriting history. The fact is that you had no choice. You were captured… twice; first by Ricardo and then by the mercenaries. You were sold. I bought you. I own you. Which part did you choose?"