She was as limp as a rag doll after he pulled out of her. He lowered the wedge and then removed the clamps. He carried her to his bed and cradled her in his arms. Twice more during the night, he made use of her body by fucking her slowly so he could enjoy her luscious body. In the morning, he took her ass again and then sent her back to her room to recover.
Chapter 8
"You will need to sign a contract so that we are all on the same page," said Ricardo. "This way, we can avoid any embarrassing misunderstandings."
"That makes sense," nodded Angela. "If we do this, we should have an agreement on the terms."
"Exactly, my beautiful kitten."
Ricardo had been working on Angela for three days. He intensified his efforts after seeing her as Cedric's beautiful slavegirl. Slowly but surely, he was wearing her down. She had not said yet said yes to being hunted and temporarily owned by the Cuchillan master, but she was not saying no any longer.
"We should do it soon," Ricardo added. "It is beautiful in my country this time of year. But it becomes chilly in a few months. Doing this in the next four weeks would be ideal."
"Oh," said Angela. She was not sure that she would be ready that soon. She was warming up to the idea, though. Her night with Cedric had been the most terrifying time of her life and the most exciting. It was an erotic swirl of fear and thrills and sexuality in her memories. Even being taken anally, which was painful at first, was an exciting memory. She was taken and used as completely as any slave could be. Thankfully, she was released the next morning. But a fire had been lit within her. She wanted to explore the slave inside. She needed to.
"Well, maybe you could send me a copy of the contract that you use so I can look it over," Angela continued.
"I can do better than that. I have a copy of it here." He pulled the document out of his bag and placed it in front of her.
"But it's in Spanish," she said. At least it was short. It was only three pages long.
"Of course," he replied. "Spanish is the language of my country. I have an English translation here for you also." He pulled a second document out of his bag and laid it in front of her.
"May I read it?"
"Of course," he said. "I would insist."
She read over the details. It had a start date and an end date which were currently blank. She would get to choose the length of her ‘slavery.' It described how capture would start her period of slavery and how she would remain free if no capture was achieved by nightfall. If she became free, then she would join the hunts as a huntress and could claim girls of her own.
Prohibited activities were listed. These included permanent alterations and markings but the list was remarkably short. She would have to think about what else to include. Everything seemed straightforward.
"This should be fun" she thought to herself. "I should do this."
"I will pick out a date tonight," she told the Latin master. "I will have to deliver Alaine home but then I should be able to do this. Let me check out my calendar and we can finalize everything tomorrow."
Ricardo smiled brightly. "You have made my day. I can't wait to own you, even if only temporarily. I hope you realized my sincerity in this matter by the offers I made for you a few days ago."
"Yes, I noted your sincerity," agreed Angela. "And I was quite flattered by the size of your offers."
Alaine was waiting for her when she got back to her room. Once again, her girl was fastened to the post in the living room of her suite. Angela grumbled as she unfastened her from the post and then removed the girl's cuffs. "I don't know why they keep attaching you like this. I like my girls free."
"I'm not free even now, Mistress," said Alaine once her bindings were removed.
Angela rolled her eyes. "Oh, you know what I mean. I like my girls free to move."
"Yes, Mistress," said Alaine as she blushed. She knew that she should not have made that comment. "Oh, Mistress! I heard today that you were a beautiful slavegirl the other night."
"Oh my gosh!" blurted Angela. "You weren't supposed to hear about that. Who told you?"
Alaine felt her blush deepen. She had apparently made another mistake. "Nobody told me, Mistress. I overheard two of the mistresses talking. They used words like stunning and striking and exquisite and priceless and exotic. They never used your name but I figured out who they were talking about."
"Oh my," sighed Angela. "You weren't supposed to know about that."
"I promise I won't tell your husband."
"Oh, he already knows. It was you I was trying to hide it from."
Alaine furrowed her brow at that news. "Why would you try to hide anything from me? I'm a nobody. I'm just your property."
"Oh, pet, you are definitely not a nobody. You are my property, that's true. But you are a prized possession."
Angela wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Then she led her to bed. Hours later and orgasms later, they drifted off to sleep with their limbs entwined. Neither one of them even realized that they had missed dinner.
The next morning, Angela checked her calendar and then called John. She had already chewed him out for the role that he had played in the horrifying moments when she thought she was being sold. He had told her how beautiful she looked as a slave on the auction block and how he would have gladly paid the two million pounds for her. She took that as a sufficient apology.
This time, she laid out her latest idea for an adventure. After she finished describing it, he could hear the excitement in her voice and he reluctantly agreed to it. But he told her that he thought it was a bad idea and that she should think long and hard before agreeing to it. She thanked him profusely and told him to expect a minx when she got home and took him to bed. She would be arriving home that night.
She sent Alaine off to the training classes for the day. The girl had already gone through all of these during her first stay on the island immediately after being captured but Alaine thought that a refresher education was in order. After all, Alaine had been practically sex-deprived during her first year of captivity. That would change once she got the girl home and she wanted her slave to be in top form. Then she went in search of Ricardo.
Once again, she found the Latin master alone by the pool. He too had consigned his girl to the lessons being offered at the resort.
"Good morning, my princess."
Angela laughed at the greeting. "Good morning, great hunter."
Ricardo smiled at her reply. "So have you decided to become my prey? Have you picked a date?"
"I have," she said as she settled into the chaise beside Ricardo's. "One week from today."
"Excellent," he grinned. "My calendar will be cleared so that I can hunt my doe and then dine on her delicious body."
"Oh my," she gasped. "That did not sound good."
"I meant dine in the figurative sense," he explained. "Don't worry. You won't find yourself as the main feature at a roast."
"That's comforting to know."
"Do you have the agreement?"
"I do." She reached into her bag and pulled out both copies. She fished a pen out of her bag and started to sign.
"The Spanish one, please," said Ricardo as he saw her inking her name to the English version. "Spanish is the language of my country and is the only language in which agreements can be formalized."
"Oh," she said. She moved her hand and wrote out her signature on the Spanish version. Then she filled in the appropriate dates at the top of the page. Her adventure would begin at noon, one week from today and it would end at noon one week later.