"I will tell you about their past," he said as he got up from the couch. He went to a wall that held several file cabinets. He knew which drawer to open and he pulled out two file folders. "But I have to warn you that many owners regret learning about their girls' pasts."
"Why do they regret it?"
"Sometimes it is because of something unsavory in the girl's past that they wished they did not know. More often, it makes them feel guilty knowing what their girl was doing or what future laid ahead for her before she was collected."
"I think I want to know," said Angela. "I will take my chances."
"Very well," he said as he sat down again. He opened the first folder. "Kimberly Anne Cartwright. Born February 23, 1983 in Raleigh, North Carolina. Graduated high school in 2001. Attended Gulf States University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in education in 2005. She was a marathon runner and appears to have been quite good. She was active in her church and assisted in fund raising for the local food bank. She was an elementary school teacher for four years before she was collected and processed."
"Wow," breathed Angela. "I always knew she was an angel."
"Yes," agreed Cedric, "she is. Each of the birds that were sold that day is extraordinary. They are each very intelligent and quite accomplished in addition to being exceptionally beautiful."
"Why do you call them birds?" Angela interrupted. "Is that a code word for the girls you sell here?"
Cedric laughed and shook his head. "No, it's not code. Tempest's mistress is a friend of mine and she loaned Tempest to me twice while they were here. I started calling her my little blackbird. And then I just started referring to all six of them as the birds. You just bought the redbird yesterday."
"I see," nodded Angela.
"Do you want to learn about the redbird or should I stop?"
"Yes, I want to learn about Alaine."
Cedric opened the second folder. "Alaine Elizabeth Forsythe was born June 10, 1983 in Richmond, Virginia. She graduated from high school as the Valedictorian in 2001. She graduated with a biology degree Magna Cum Laude from Gulf States University in 2005. All of the birds went to Gulf States. She was in her last year of medical school when she was collected and processed."
"Wow," Angela breathed again. "You are right. They are truly exceptional."
"In every way," agreed Cedric. "The birds are priceless treasures."
"You seem to get attached to those you sell," said Angela. "Why do you do it?"
Cedric laughed again. "You are full of questions. You remind me of Tempest. Whenever I give her one answer, it spawns three more questions. But I make her earn her answers. Perhaps I should have the same arrangement with you? Then you could ask all of the questions you like."
Angela furrowed her brow. "What was the arrangement that you had with Tempest?"
"She fucks me and can ask as many questions as she likes while she is riding me."
"Oh," replied Angela as she blushed. Then she giggled. "I'm sure that an old broad like me can't have any appeal to you."
It was Cedric's turn to furrow his brow. "You are far from an old broad. And trust me. I am an expert in female flesh. You would be a valuable piece of merchandise if we offered you for sale. So what do you say? Do you want to ask questions?"
Angela giggled again. "Yes, I have lots of questions. And for some reason, I'm constantly horny when I'm in this place."
"Then remove your clothes, little slavegirl, and then you can remove mine."
Angela felt like a school girl on her first date as she stood up. She was not wearing much so it was easy to undress. Her tank top and shorts were quickly on the floor. She shimmied out of her panties and then kicked her sandals aside.
"Now you may undress your master for the day," he said. "And then you may ask your questions." Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with the buttons but eventually Cedric was naked. He grasped her by the hips and positioned her over his stiff cock. Then he lowered her until his shaft slid easily into her wet, warm channel.
Angela closed her eyes as the beefy shaft sank into her body. It was true, she realized. Black men are well endowed. She felt herself stretch around the pole as it drilled deep into her body. Finally, it was embedded and she opened her eyes.
"Why did you call me slavegirl?"
Cedric smiled and leaned forward, kissing each of the stiff nipples that were only inches from his face. "Always a new question. You are a mistress. But you have the soul of a slave. I am just enjoying the slave within you. You may ask your questions now."
He wrapped his hands around her waist and started moving her up and down. He established the rhythm and then she continued it as she asked her question again. "Why do you do it?"
"For the money, of course," he replied. "The business is quite lucrative."
"Do you ever feel guilty?"
"Sometimes," he said. "I hate to learn about the girls being mistreated. But we have ways of removing those buyers."
"Oh!" she gasped as the cock slid particularly deep into her, sending a flash of pain through her body.
"You keep talking about collecting and processing," she continued. "Why do you call it that?"
Cedric chuckled. He reached to the table and picked up a clamp, placing it on the woman's left nipple and tightening it. She gasped again. "It sounds so much better than kidnapping and selling," he explained. "And besides, that's mostly what we do. Once a slave is identified, it's simply a matter of collecting her and then processing her so that she can be bought."
Angela looked down at her chest. The clamp flattened her nipple and sent a dull ache through her torso. She had placed clamps on girls before but had never experienced them herself. It hurt but she also felt her sex spasming around the rigid shaft that was buried in her body.
Cedric was Angela's first black male but he was not the first male that she had fucked out of wedlock. She and her husband frequently took on lovers and sometimes shared them. She would not feel guilty about this little tryst.
Angela leaned forward and fed her unclamped nipple to Cedric's lips as she continued to ride up and down on his thick pole. "Where do you get the girls?"
Cedric laughed again. "You are even worse than Tempest." He nipped at the nipple that was brushing against his lips and reached for the table again. Angela sucked in her breath as she saw the clamp nearing her right nipple and then groaned as it captured and crushed the sensitive bud.
"It all depends on what we think the market requires," Cedric explained in response to the latest question. "If we are looking for girls in their twenties, we target certain resorts and cruise lines that cater to singles. If we need teenagers, then we look in the Spring Break locations. If we need thirtyish girls, we hang around country clubs and tennis clubs."
It was Angela's turn to laugh. "I can't imagine that there is a market for women my age."
Cedric reached for the table again. Angela felt her nipples burning from the little monsters that he had captured them with and shuddered when she saw what he had just retrieved. He held a pair of cuffs in one hand and he grasped her wrists, drawing them behind her back. She heard two clicks and felt the cold steel closing around her wrists. Her arms were now bound behind her and she was being treated more and more like a slave. She was also feeling more and more like a slave.
Cedric then placed his hands around her waist again and pushed her down, fully impaling her and causing her to yelp as the bludgeon buried in her banged against her cervix. "You should imagine. There is a huge market for girls like you. It is almost as big as the market for teens. And it's larger than the market for twenty somethings."