"Ah yes," Cedric smiled. "Beautiful Alaine. When she was first sold, we had the finest collection imaginable that day. We have never had a set of merchandise of that quality before and we probably won't again."
"Yes, I remember," nodded Angela. "They were all so beautiful. We had a difficult time choosing."
"Oh, I had forgotten," said Cedric. "I knew that you were a repeat customer but I did not remember that you had bought one of the beautiful birds. May I touch your girl?"
"Please feel free."
The large black hands reached out and glided smoothly down Alaine's arms. He crouched down and repeated the motion on her legs, squeezing the flesh occasionally. This man clearly had worked with slaves before and knew how to inspect them.
"I occasionally see two of the other birds," he said as he remained crouched. His fingers were at Alaine's sex and he was slowly rubbing her labia which were opened and wet. "Tempest's mistress loans her to me from time to time. She's delightful. And Elke sometimes visits with Tempest and their mistress."
Alain gasped as she heard the names of her friends. "May I speak, Mistress?"
"Of course, pet."
This surprised her also. She was rarely allowed to speak when she was kept as a ponygirl. The only time she was granted permission was in the bedroom with some of the masters and mistresses who borrowed her for a night.
"How are Elke and Tempest, Master?"
"They are very well," Cedric replied as he slowly pushed one of his large fingers into Alaine's sex, causing her to suck in her breath. "They are both lovely girls and seem to adore their mistress and each other. They are very happy slavegirls."
Alaine smiled, "I'm happy to hear that, Master." Cedric arose again and then lifted Alaine's breasts in his beefy hands. He palpated the flesh and brushed his thumbs over the nipples, seeing them stiffen before releasing them.
"You have made an excellent purchase, Mrs. Dawson," he said. "Your new girl remains one of the prime properties that we have ever offered."
"Thank you," replied Angela. "I know we will cherish her. But why was she so inexpensive?"
Cedric shrugged his shoulders. "That has me baffled too. All of today's auction was a surprise to me and the prices were much lower than we expected. We have a staff meeting later tonight to try to figure out why."
"I'm not complaining, mind you," said Angela. "I ended up benefiting. I got a gorgeous new girl at a bargain price. But I should go arrange transportation. I'm hoping to take Alaine home tomorrow."
Cedric sighed. "I'm afraid you might be delayed. One of our planes is experiencing mechanical difficulties and we now have a backlog of deliveries. If you want, you can fly home tomorrow and we will ship your girl later. Or you can stay here and wait if you want your girl to travel with you."
"I'll wait," said Angela. "I really want her with me. She's too precious."
Chapter 3
"You surprise me," said Angela as she let her hands roam freely over Alaine's body. Alaine's wrists had been released as soon as they got back to the room and Alaine was unbound for the first time in a year; no collar, no harness, no cuffs, no bridle, no reins. Not a single item adorned her naked body. She was lying in the middle of the bed as Angela fondled and stroked her.
"You seem so comfortable with your slavery," Angela continued. "It seems that you do not mind being owned."
Alaine looked up at her new owner. "It's not a matter of minding or not minding, Mistress. I am owned. And I would rather live as a slave than die being free or trying to be free."
Angela nodded as she listened. She knew about the capsule that was embedded in each of the girls that the slaver organization sold. But she had no idea how strong the deterrent effects were. Apparently, they were quite strong.
Each girl who was kidnapped and then sold by this organization received a capsule that was surgically implanted somewhere in the girl's body. Even Angela did not know where they were. Inside one side of the capsule was a GPS locator that would help the organization locate a runaway or stolen slavegirl. Inside the other half was a lethal poison that could be released to eliminate any girl who might pose a threat to the organization or her owners.
Angela leaned down and sucked the closest nipple into her mouth, pulsing it in and out several times before releasing it. "You won't know this for yourself until you have been with us for awhile. But you will be treated very well by my family. You will be treated more like a beloved pet than a slave."
Alaine had been watching as Angela sucked on her nipple and looked into her eyes as she spoke. "Thank you, Mistress. I think I will like that."
Angela returned her lips to the nipple she had just released and sucked it back into her mouth. She slid her hand across the smooth belly and cupped the girl's sex, feeling its wet warmth. Then she released the nipple and started stroking the slick petals with her fingers as she spoke.
"You will be used sexually by everyone in the family but I'm sure it won't be as often as you have been used over the past year."
Alaine felt her body responding to the sucking and stroking. It was not an unwelcome feeling. In fact, it felt kind of good to have the woman toying with her body and masturbating her.
She would have been abhorred by this attention before she was abducted a year ago. She was not lesbian. She was not even bi before she was captured and sold. Now, however, she actually enjoyed the gentle touch of a woman's lips and fingers. But it really didn't matter whether she enjoyed it or not. She was owned. Her mistress would decide what she did.
"Actually, Mistress, I was not used sexually very often; never by my mistress. Maybe once or twice a month by the people she loaned me to."
"Really?" remarked a surprised Angela. "I would have thought she would devour this delicious body any time she could."
Alaine blushed at the comment. "She was training me to be a ponygirl. She did not want sex to distract me from being a champion pony."
Angela slid a finger into the girl's sex, feeling it tight and oily around her digit. She heard Alaine inhale audibly at the insertion and she leaned down to kiss her girl on the lips.
"Your mistress did not know what she was missing. I could enjoy this delectable body all day long. I could just gobble you right up."
Alain felt herself blush again. She would have thought that being naked for a year, being treated as a pony, and being loaned to people as if she was some inanimate object would have made her immune from embarrassment. But she was embarrassed by the compliments.
Maybe it was more humiliating to be treated gently when you were a slave than to be treated more harshly or even indifferently. Whatever it was, her new mistress was coaxing blushes out of her that she didn't even know existed.
"Why did your mistress sell you?" asked Angela. Alaine stiffened at the question. She remembered the day, a week earlier, when she had learned that she was to be sold. She was shocked and mortified. She had cried herself to sleep in her stall that night.
"She grew tired of the equestrian life, Mistress."
"She's a fool to give you up. I would have left the pony play behind but kept you."
"I overheard her talking with someone about that. The master said the same thing. But my mistress said that it would be too hard to retrain me into a pleasure slave."
Angela shook her head in disbelief. Maybe the other mistress was right that it would be more difficult than training a fresh slave but it was at least worth a try. She felt an obligation toward Kim and now toward Alaine. While she might sell them someday, she would at least do her best to help the girls find new homes where they would fit in.