A female guest preferred another method. She simply grasped a nipple and tugged. This stretched the girl's breast into a long cone but eventually her body would tilt and the woman was able to refill her wine glass.
The third method that Patience witnessed seemed to be the most uncomfortable. A master pried open the last girl's mouth and gripped her tongue. His fingers slipped off several times but, eventually, he dried her tongue with a napkin and was able to pull her forward enough to get a fresh glass of water. The grunting and the wide eyes of the girl told Patience that this method was indeed hard on girls.
Patience resumed her roaming. She would not be able to enjoy any of the meats since she did not have the use of her hands. But she found a table with two girls laid out as serving platters with fruits arranged decoratively on their bodies. Patience stopped and leaned over the table, nibbling berries and slices of orange off of one of the girls. She even accidentally sucked a nipple into her mouth when she was going for a berry. When she heard the moan of pleasure escaping from the girl's lips, she just continued suckling on the tasty little nubbin to keep the slave entertained for a bit.
She was interrupted by a sudden slap to her rump. She jerked upright, hearing the savory nipple slide from her lips with a popping sound and turned to see her German admirer.
"Hello again, pretty pony. I see that you like fruits," he smiled menacingly. "I will have to remember that."
"Hello Sir," she said.
"I am Herr Klausen," he introduced himself.
"Hello, Herr Klausen," she replied. "My name is Patience."
"Yes, I know. I have learned much about you. It's a shame that you are not listed on this today." He tapped the auction program in his pocket. "You would be going home with me tonight. Now I will have to wait a few more days before I own you and the Princess."
"Yes Sir," the girl replied as she felt her skin crawl. Being back on the island didn't typically bother her. She had long ago gotten used to being owned and used to being a toy. The island was like a second home to her now. But, at the moment, she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Fortunately, the auction was starting and it gave her a chance to escape from the oily master. Plus, she knew that he would be engrossed in the proceedings so she would be back in the stables by the time he was free to pursue her again.
The plan was to sell a girl every twenty minutes. At the halfway point, she and her Russian partner would be relieved by the next pony crew. But that still meant that she had to endure two hours of watching girls who she knew being sold into a new, frightening life away from the island. And it meant that she would be vulnerable to another encroachment by Herr Klausen.
Chapter 12: Kid in a Candy Shop
At about the same time that Patience was being relieved of her pony duties on the island, Grace was walking behind a horse again. After her defilement by the dogs and the long walk back to the manor house, the mistress had been hosed off and then brought indoors with the four "hunters." KC and her guests sat at the table, enjoying lunch, while Grace knelt on the floor between KC and Felicity. The only food that she ate was whatever morsels the other mistress or the teenager hand fed her.
"How did you enjoy your first fox hunt, dear?" asked the female guest.
"Oh, it was thrilling, Mama!" exclaimed Felicity. "Can we do it again tomorrow?" Grace stiffened at the question and the thought of being raped by a pack of dogs a second time.
"I don't think so, Felicity," said the mother. "We can't be imposing on Ms. Cartwright. Besides, you have a dentist appointment in the morning."
Felicity groaned. "Oh Mama, we can always reschedule that."
"And have your mouth full of cavities? I don't think so!"
"Well can we at least get us a fox so I can practice for the next hunt?" asked an eager teenager.
The mother laughed. "We'll see. Maybe if you learn to keep your room clean, Santa will bring you a fox." Felicity rolled her eyes and groaned again.
"I have a thought," interjected KC. Grace knew that nothing good could come out of the other mistress' mouth. "Take my fox for the evening. That way, Felicity can practice all she wants."
"Oh Mama!" cried the girl. "Can I, can I, can I?"
"Oh I don't know, dear," replied the mother. "That would be an imposition also."
Grace was mortified. She was being offered to someone who was less than half her age. Even the girl's mother was younger than Grace, even if it was only by a year. This was going too far! She turned to argue with KC but her eyes were immediately met with a stern look and the shake of a head. Grace's heart sank. It might have been an indignity but she had agreed to complete ownership.
"It's no imposition at all," smiled KC graciously. "You take Grace with you and you can return her tomorrow on your way to the dentist."
It had started to drizzle by the time that the guests made their departure. The parents and the daughter slipped into ponchos to keep themselves dry and mounted their horses. Grace's hands were once again tied in front of her and the rope was led up to the pommel on Felicity's saddle where it was tied off.
KC gave Grace's bottom a pat. "Have fun!" Grace turned her head and glared at the mistress before feeling her hands jerked forward. Once again, she felt like an escaped convict being returned to prison only, this time, she was a wet convict.
Even though it was a light mist that was falling, Grace was drenched by the time she reached the home of her new captors. Fortunately, they lived on property adjacent to KC's. Grace wondered what they would have done if they lived three doors down. Would they have walked the naked slave down the road? Probably, she concluded. Things were just weird enough these days for that to happen.
Thankfully, the mother intervened when they got to the house. Felicity had wanted to play fox hunt with her new pet but the mother decided that would have to wait until the weather cleared. In the meantime, it would be indoor games only. Grace was allowed a bath to clean up and warm herself. Even that was embarrassing, however, with Felicity sitting on a stool in the bathroom watching her new toy.
"What's it like being owned?" asked the girl while Grace was lying down in the tub.
"Humiliating," replied the reclining woman, honestly.
"I suppose it would be," nodded Felicity. "But I'll bet it's exciting at times too. I get a tingle whenever I think about what it must be like."
"Maybe it is for some. I don't get that tingle."
"How did you become a slave?"
Grace thought for a moment. She wasn't sure that she wanted to get into all of the details. But, in the end, she figured that honesty was the best policy. "I made a trade," she replied. "KC gave me one of her slaves. And I agreed to be her slave for two weeks each year."
"Wow! You must have really wanted that slave! Is she pretty?"
"Patience is beautiful," responded Grace.
"Is she as beautiful as you?" asked the teenager. Felicity slipped off the stool to kneel beside the tub. She had her forearms on the side of the tub and rested her chin on her crossed hands.
"Thank you for thinking I'm pretty," smiled Grace. "But Patience is far more beautiful. She's like a goddess."
Felicity reached forward and brushed her palm over the floating breasts. "I think you're like a goddess. You are very beautiful. And I love your titties. I hope mine get like yours when I'm older."
"I'm sure your titties will get larger. But they're very nice already. They are nothing to be ashamed of."
"But these are so much nicer." Felicity grasped the nipple closest to her and pulled upward, stretching most of the breast out of the water. She released it, letting it fall back to Grace's chest sending ripples of waves throughout the tub. Then she repeated it with the other lovely mound. "Doesn't it bother you when I touch you like that?"