"I guess that's her loss and my gain," said Angela. "Let's start making up for lost time. You have been sexually deprived for the past year."
Angela started stroking her fingers between the wet folds of Alaine's sex and lowered her face to the beautiful rounded breasts. Alaine raised her hand to stroke her new owner's face but Angela caught her wrist and pushed it back down to the bed. She moved it again with the same result. Finally, Alaine positioned herself spread eagle on the bed and just watched her mistress feast on her breasts as she felt the fingers lifting her toward an inevitable orgasm.
Angela slipped a second finger into her girl and used her thumb to stroke the clit which was stiffened and quite slippery at this point. She shifted from breast to breast, sucking and licking and nipping at it. These breasts were perfect for her perfect girl. Occasionally, she would shift her lips to the girl's and kiss her.
This was not mistress/slave sex, she knew. This was just plain vanilla girl/girl sex. Angela wasn't sure how other owners used their girls but this was the way that she and her family used them. They were sex toys used for recreational fun. In a way, they were like living inflatable dolls that people buy in adult novelty shops.
Angela paused her lips for a moment. She ran her eyes down the nude form that was splayed across the bed. This girl was so much the ideal; soft curves and toned flesh. There was not a single overstatement to any of her features. Even her belly button was perfect. When her eyes got back to the girl's face, she saw that Alaine was looking at her.
"I'm just admiring my purchase, girl," Angela said. "I'm very happy with what I bought." Alaine smiled weakly but remained silent.
Angela resumed her efforts and started nibbling the fleshy breasts again as her fingers continued to explore and toy with the girl's sex. Soon, she heard the girl moaning and listened to the almost musical sounds. She turned her head and watched the girl's belly quivering, showing that she was close.
Angela did not want this to end. She felt like she was being serenaded by the melodious sounds of her girl whimpering and moaning. It was lovely. Her girl was lovely. This was the best thing she ever bought.
Angela wondered what the girl's life had been before she was kidnapped and enslaved. Maybe she was a singer. She was certainly beautiful enough to be a model. Maybe that was her career. She could never ask, though. She would not want to bring a flood of memories back to the girl. Maybe Cedric would know.
Angela continued to keep her girl on the edge of orgasm for over an hour. But eventually, she pushed Alaine over the edge and the girl's entire body trembled as she let out a groan that was just as musical as her other utterances.
Angela crawled onto the bed and held her girl; her newest slave and prized possession. She kissed the girl and stroked some stray hairs off her cheek.
Chapter 4
The maintenance problems caused a lot of the buyers and their slaves to have to remain at the facilities longer than expected, Angela and Alaine included. But Angela was not upset. It would allow her to spend some quality time with her newest slave. Plus, the facilities were more like a five star resort than a slave auction block. The rooms were impeccable and were tastefully furnished. The service was extraordinary and each of the servers was beautiful. She learned later that the serving girls were slaves who had been sent to the facility for either training or boarding while their owners were busy. In a way, the place acted as a sort of kennels for slavegirls. Plus, there was a beautiful beach and a nice pool. They could suffer here for a few days if they had to.
That night at dinner, Angela was reunited with her tablemates from earlier in the day. All three who had bought girls brought them along and they enjoyed their meal together.
"Have you thought any more about my offer?" the Cuchillan asked Angela.
"What offer was that, Ricardo?"
"To participate in one of my hunts," he replied.
Angela laughed lightly. "Ricardo, you just want to capture me and fuck me."
Ricardo smiled and turned his palms skyward. "Is there something wrong with wanting that? You would be a beautiful slavegirl, even if only for a short period of time."
"I have to say that I agree with Ricardo," interjected Fiona, the British mistress. "You would be a priceless slavegirl."
"For what it's worth," offered Fanny, the female half of the Canadian couple, "I agree with Ricardo. You would be a beautiful slave. I know that we would be in the bidding if you were on the block."
"You are all incorrigible," said Angela. "I'm way too old to be a desired slave."
"How old are you, Angela?" asked Ricardo. "Thirty one? Thirty two?"
Angela laughed again. "Try thirty seven. I have two teenage children for god sake. Now let's find another topic that makes more sense."
Ricardo reached over and placed his hand over Angela's. "That is the perfect age to be enslaved. You are mature enough to enjoy it and young enough to be adventurous."
"Isn't the weather here lovely?" asked Angela, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, the weather is lovely," agreed Ricardo. "And the view is stunning." He gazed into her eyes.
Angela finally succeeded in changing the subject and they chatted as they ate. She glanced around the room and saw that several of the diners had placed their slaves in some form of constraint. Several others had their girls kneeling. The only slaves that were seated at a table were sitting at her table.
Alaine felt odd; very odd. This was the first time she had eaten at a table in the past year. Up until now, she ate out of a trough or bowl or had a feed bag secured to her face. It was also odd to be naked at the table. All of the dominants were clothed but the three recently purchased slaves were naked. And it was odd to hear the other dominants talking about enslaving her new mistress. What would that mean for her if her mistress became a slave?
"Is everyone enjoying themselves tonight?" asked Cedric when he stopped at the table. They had been chatting throughout their meal and were enjoying their coffee when he arrived.
"Splendidly, Cedric," replied Angela. "You have a wonderful resort here."
"I'm glad you are enjoying it," he said. "We try to please. I am sorry about the inconvenience resulting from our aircraft. We hope to have it fixed soon."
"Oh, nonsense," said Angela. "I am enjoying it and I plan on enrolling Alaine in one of your classes tomorrow."
"Excellent. We will look forward to having her."
"I would like to meet with you for a bit tomorrow also, Cedric," said Angela, "if you have the time."
"I always have time for beautiful ladies," he grinned. "Just ask for me at the front desk."
Chapter 5
"There are two things I would like to ask you about, Cedric," Angela started once they were seated in Cedric's office. Cedric was sitting on a plush leather sofa. Angela was in a leather upholstered chair. All of the office's appointments were strongly masculine.
"Fire away," he said. "I will do my best to answer them."
"The first deals with my girls. I would like to learn more about them but I'm reluctant to ask them for fear that it will bring back memories. Do you have any knowledge of their lives before they were sold?"
Cedric nodded. "I do. We have quite extensive dossiers on all of the girls we obtain and sell. But are you sure you want to know?"
Angela paused and then nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. We have grown quite fond of Kim and want to know more about her. And I can already tell that we will feel the same way about Alaine."