"Thank you for trying to make me feel good, Cedric," she said as she rode upward until the tip of his cock was barely nestled in her wet folds. "But I can't believe that there is a market for girls over thirty."
He reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing slowly. Then he used them as handles to push her down again until she yelped at the cramps that were sent through her body.
"Let us try a little experiment," he said as he started her moving again. "I think it will prove my point."
"What is the experiment?"
"Attend the auction this evening with me. We have some fresh girls being offered. I predict that I get at least five unsolicited offers for you. Let's see how correct I am."
Angela giggled. "Why would they offer you anything for a mistress?"
"Who said anything about a mistress?" he asked. "I plan to take you on a leash."
Angela gasped again. "A leash? As a slave?"
Cedric flicked each of the clamps with his fingers. "A temporary slave. A slave for the night. It is only to prove my point."
"Oh, I don't know if I could do that." "Oh, I think you can," he replied. "Remember that I'm a slaver. I could take you and make it permanent if I wished."
Angela heard the words and felt a rush of fear shoot through her. Arousal flooded through her at the same time and overwhelmed the fear. She did not understand her reactions to the way she was being treated.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw the next object being retrieved by Cedric. Then she groaned as he held the metal choker to her slender neck and she shuddered again as she heard the lock click shut. Cedric leaned forward and kissed her on one of the down strokes, holding her in place for a moment by her breasts. He brushed his thumbs back and forth across her trapped and flattened nipples. Angela groaned at the pain she was feeling. The massive cock was pressing against her cervix again, sending waves of pain through her belly and her nipples were constantly throbbing with little stabs of pain shooting through her chest each time Cedric touched a nipple.
"You make a beautiful slavegirl," he commented as he admired the beautiful woman in his lap. And she was very beautiful indeed and looked every bit like a slave. She was blushing furiously as his hands gripped her breasts. Her shoulders were pulled back slightly because of the way she was bound. And the gold collar that was fitted snugly around her neck simply added to the beauty.
"Do you agree to be my slavegirl for the night?" he continued. "Although I must tell you that it really doesn't matter if you agree. I have already claimed you."
"Yesssss!!!" shrieked Angela as she climaxed. She fell forward and collapsed against the black master's chest as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body.
He looked down at the woman who was still impaled on him, seeing her still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail today but he remembered how lustrous and full it had been the day before when it flowed freely down her back and over her shoulders. He would have her wear it free again tonight for her debut as a slavegirl.
He stroked his hands down her back and enjoyed the smooth soft skin. His hands circled her waist and he held her. This woman still had a body that most teenagers would love to have. He slid one hand up her back again and gripped her ponytail, pulling her gently back. With his other hand, he removed the clamps and set them aside. She still had her eyes closed and was making little mewling sounds that almost sounded like purring.
He looked at her breasts. They were full and rounded and plump and oh so ripe for the plucking. They had a slight sag to them, which was understandable given her age and the fact that she had nursed two children from them. But they were still amazingly firm. He lifted one, feeling its weight. A teenager would die to possess these.
Yes, he could sell her for a handsome sum. She reminded him of Kate. Both women were in their mid thirties and yet both were exceptionally beautiful and in their prime. He knew that he could sell either one for astronomical prices. He would have to keep his profit motive in check tonight, though.
She finally roused from her near stupor and looked at him. "Wow!" she whispered.
He smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist again, starting her moving on his cock again. "You aren't finished yet, girl."
She blushed again at being called girl but picked up the tempo and started bobbing up and down in his lap, feeling the thick shaft moving inside of her.
"Are you finished with your questions now?" he asked.
"Oh," she replied. "No, that was just the first topic. I also wanted to learn what you know about Ricardo."
"Ah, my little bird," he responded. "I cannot share information about owners."
"I'm not looking for an address or birthday. I just want to know about his character."
"Why do you ask about that?" Cedric asked.
She explained the invitation that Ricardo had extended. She told him how the other master wanted to hunt her and claim her for a week. She said that it sounded exciting to be hunted and that she had a secret fantasy about being a slave, but only on a temporary basis. She wanted to know if she could trust Ricardo to release her at the agreed upon time.
"Ricardo has always seemed like an honorable man to me," Cedric answered. "But he owns slaves so that should tell you something. And he is Cuchillan. Proceed cautiously if you go ahead."
Cuchilla was the most recently formed country in South America. What had started as a bloody civil war in Uruguay had spilled over the borders into parts of Brazil and Argentina. When the fighting ended, all of Uruguay and several breakaway provinces of Brazil and Argentina formed a new nation. Cuchilla was born. It was still a bit like the wild west but at least the war was over.
"Proceed cautiously," rang in Angela's ears as she returned to her room after her meeting with Cedric.
Chapter 6
Cedric was true to his word. The auction room was full that evening when he strode in, holding the leash to a beautiful auburn-haired slavegirl. Almost every eye in the room was on her as he led her to his table and most people were trying to assess her worth.
Angela was blushing as she followed the large black man. He had sent her to the salon for the afternoon where she was pampered and prepared for the evening. She enjoyed the manicure and pedicure. Her time in the sauna had been relaxing as had the massage. The hair stylist arranged her hair in a way that she probably would not have selected. But the stylist was following Cedric's instructions. The result was a full, wild-looking mane that Angela had to admit that looked exotic. It gave her an untamed, feral appearance.
The only part that made her uncomfortable occurred at the end of her salon visit. One woman shaved her mound, leaving her with a bald pussy that made her look just like all of the girls who were sold here. And that was unsettling to her.
Two women worked as a team to lightly oil her body. She was used to other women touching her but when they spent so much time massaging the oil into her breasts, she started to worry that they had other motives. And then, when oily fingers were inserted into her sex and bottom and rotated, she again worried.
As soon as her skin was evenly coated and shiny, two other women worked on her makeup. One worked on her face and used a combination of pale hues and dark accents to further enhance her feral look. The second one painted her nipples and labia a much darker shade of pink than was natural on her. She just about jumped out of her skin as the woman used a cotton swab to apply a pink dye to her clit and now it shown prominently.