[The Newest Slaves] (1-4)

Chapter 1

This place had now become Angela's favorite shopping spot. The quality of the goods was excellent, and she

was extremely satisfied with her last purchase. This was unusual for her when buying expensive items.

It wasn't uncommon for her to buy a car, only to change her mind as soon as it arrived. She had moved twice, each

time feeling utterly disappointed with the house as soon as she moved in. She also owned a whole box of expensive gem-

encrusted pendants, bracelets, and earrings, but rarely wore them. They always seemed

wonderful when she bought them, but lost their appeal once they were home.

But the item she bought here last time was different. A year had passed since the transaction, and she

was still very satisfied with it. In fact, the whole family was. She and her husband had initially bought it only for

their children—a teenage son and a daughter of similar age—

both of whom loved their new

toy. But they later discovered that the couple also enjoyed it. So, she considered buying another one for the family, and this idea brought her back to the mall.

This time, Angela planned to buy a secondhand item. The brand-new items they had purchased last time had taken them considerable time and

effort to adjust to. She guessed that an item that had been owned before would make the adjustment period easier.

She looked again at the carefully arranged row of goods. She had already scanned

the entire display along the aisle, constantly looking for anything particularly striking that caught her eye. But it hadn't

helped. Every item looked perfect. She figured she would be

happy with her decision no matter which one she bought.

Naked women were lined up. Each woman's ankles were chained and secured to rings on the floor

, forcing her legs to shoulder width. Their wrists were similarly cuffed and pulled overhead, secured to

hooks hanging from the ceiling. There was ample space between them and behind them for them to be fully

observed and explored.

There were thirty naked women in this large room. They had all been kidnapped and sold into slavery at some

point . For some reason, they had been resold. Some were sold because their

owners had died, others because they could no longer meet their masters' demands. Still others were sold

because their owners had married and their new partners were unwilling to compete for time and affection with a slave. Finally, some

were sold because their owners were experiencing financial difficulties and were selling these valuable treasures to raise funds.

Every beauty would be auctioned off this afternoon. Now was

the time to admire and inspect the goods. Angela arrived as soon as the doors opened, and now six other buyers were already loitering in the room,

looking at and examining the merchandise.

Angela loved shopping. If she had any vices, it was this one. Or at least,

one of them. And since her husband persuaded her to come to this Caribbean island, she had gained another hobby:

female slaves. Before this, shopping was her only interest.

Last time she came with her husband, but this time she came alone. She was preparing to

buy a gift for the upcoming Father's Day. This new female slave would primarily serve her and her husband, though she

knew the children would often share it with them.

As she gazed again at the row of naked, beautiful bodies, she still couldn't decide which one to buy. They

were all beautiful, which perhaps meant she didn't really need to choose. Maybe she could simply

bid on each slave as they were brought to the auction stage and withdraw when the price got too high.

But that would be unwise. It had nothing to do with price. She could afford every single female slave, even

buy them all if she wanted. She and her husband were very wealthy, so money was no problem at all.

Finally , she decided to choose one first and bid until she won.

She opened the auction brochure, which contained several pages detailing the body modifications for each item,

such as piercings and branding, their locations, and included pictures.

Two girls had undergone breast augmentation; Angela crossed out those pages, wanting a girl with a natural

figure . Another girl was breastfeeding under the influence of sex hormones and drugs. Angela thought it would be wonderful

to drink fresh milk, but she felt it would be more

interesting to start the process with her husband's or son's semen. However, she had no idea what to do with the child born from this process, so she

crossed out .

As Angela walked along the row of naked women, she recalled the girl she already had: Kim,

with her alluring curves and auburn hair, only her breasts weren't full enough. Should she find

a more voluptuous woman today to give her family a more complete experience? Or should she find someone

similar to pair with?

And if not, should she try other differences besides breasts and body shape?

This row displayed several striking Black girls, as well as attractive Asian and

Latina girls.

She turned her gaze back to the brochure, deciding to decide on body shape and color later. The brochure listed birth

dates , natural hair color, and measurements of natural body dimensions. Although it didn't list the original owners' names, it indicated

whether they were male, female, or a couple.

The manual also described how these slaves had been used and what kind of training they had received. Angela read it carefully,

word by word . When she saw "abused slaves" and "toilet slaves," she crossed out those

pages and moved on to the next naked girl's information in that row.

She continued to cross out items that didn't meet her standards, even though she didn't actually have a consistent standard.

She continued this elimination process aimlessly, thinking it would at least help her narrow down the choices, allowing her to

focus on a smaller group of items for more careful evaluation.

Angela walked up to a girl and observed her closely. She looked very young. Angela glanced at

the manual and saw that the item in display case number 3 was only sixteen years old, and when she read that this girl had been a

slave for two years, she gasped. This girl was younger than her daughter when she became a slave. She

couldn't imagine Jenna becoming a slave, and this girl starting her slave life at fourteen.

Nevertheless, Angela noticed that the girl was indeed very attractive. She raised her hand and ran it down the girl's arm, which was suspended

high , until she touched the girl's side, feeling the smooth and soft skin. Then

she weighed the girl's breasts in her hand, surprised at how heavy this young girl could be.

Finally, the girl had a beautiful face, with smooth, fine blonde hair falling beside her lovely cheeks.

Angela marked number 3 in her notebook with a question mark. This girl might be a good choice.

"What's your name, little slave?" Angela asked. She saw the girl's eyes widen in fear

while her lips remained tightly closed. Only then did she remember that this slave trading organization used a gag to force the slaves'

mouths to be completely closed, and injected anesthesia into the slaves' lips to prevent them from changing their expressions. All

the girls on display maintained a faint smile, unable to move their lips.

“Never mind,” Angela said, realizing she wouldn’t get any answer, as she gently stroked the girl’s breasts with her fingers

. “You might actually be a good choice.”

Angela continued walking down the row, testing the girls’ sensitivity, pinching their skin to check

firmness , and lifting their breasts to weigh them. She finally made a decision: she wanted a

girl with breasts larger than Kim’s. She liked the firm breasts of the slaves she already had, but she thought her second girl should have

larger breasts. Notably, she didn’t want cows. She had just passed several booths where the breasts

were so large they reminded her of cows’ udders. Perhaps a C-cup would be a good choice for her family.

Angela went to booth number 17, where the item looked very appealing. She was about 155cm tall,

with very full but not excessive breasts, only slightly sagging, giving her

an . Angela held them and found they fit perfectly in her outstretched palm, not too big, not too small.

She flicked them a few times before letting go.

Angela's hand slid from the girl's side down to her slender waist; her skin was delicate and soft, yet

her flesh was firm and resilient. The girl was very healthy, and she looked at Angela intently, showing no fear, tension, or aversion to being

touched . Angela guessed this was

one of the advantages of buying a second-hand slave. Kim had been terrified, hesitant, and nervous when she and John had first brought her home.

Item

number 17 had red hair, possibly natural, though it couldn't be determined from her

pubic hair . Her bald genitals were as smooth as a baby's. Angela stepped back a few paces, observing

the girl as a whole: a beautiful face, around twenty-five years old, and legs as strong and healthy as her abdomen.

Angela turned back to the manual; the girl was twenty-seven years old and had been used as a horse girl for the past year. This explained

why she looked so strong and healthy. Twenty-seven years old, slightly older than Angela had anticipated,

but still in the prime of her life as a female slave. After all, Kim was also twenty-seven, and they all liked Kim.

Angela reread all the information about the girl, and when she saw the girl's initial

sale date, she gasped—the same day they bought Kim. Six girls

were sold , and if Angela remembered correctly, all six were close friends. Even her slave

serial number listed in the manual confirmed that she was one of the six girls sold that day: the red-haired girl's serial number

was 0913cf, while their female slave's number was 0911cf.

This meant that item number 17 and Kim knew each other. Would having two female

slaves who were friends before being enslaved be a good thing or a bad thing? She had to think about it carefully.

Finally, Angela marked item number 17 with an asterisk in the manual and continued on. This one

might also be a good choice.

She continued walking along the row of goods, thoroughly examining each item she hadn't yet ruled out. Two

hours later, Angela narrowed her choices down to three: the young girl, another blonde, blue-eyed twenty-

year-old girl, and the red-haired girl. She went back and carefully examined the three items again,

mentally ranking them, before leaving the viewing hall to get some food before the auction began.

2.

Main Characters: Angela: The female protagonist, appearing as a mistress, but her role will change later;

she is the true protagonist of the story.

John: Angela's husband, who introduced her to the slave market and together they purchased their first female slave.

Jack: Angela and John's son .

Jenny: Angela and John's daughter, Jack's sister.

Kim: The first female slave Angela and John purchased, kidnapped and auctioned a year ago along with five other companions

.

Alena: Angela's newly purchased female slave, one of Kim's five companions, trained as a horse girl over the past year

, and re-auctioned for some reason.

Tempest and Elke: Two of Kim's five companions, they have been slaves for a year.

Fanny and Bob: A Canadian couple, the female and male protagonists,

who sat at the same table as Angela at the auction.

Fiona: A buyer from England, the female protagonist, who runs a club that trains female slaves for clients'

entertainment . She sat at the same table as Angela at the auction.

Ricardo: A buyer from Cacheron, the male protagonist, who runs a club that hosts slave hunts for clients' entertainment. 　　He sat at the

same table as Angela at the auction. Cacheron is a newly

independent 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

Cedric: The auctioneer, responsible for the operation of the slave trade in the Caribbean. He is a tall

black man.

********** ... At her table sat four other people: a couple from Canada, a woman from England, and a man from Khakiren. 　　Only Angela was from the United States. There were about fifty buyers in the room, all eagerly awaiting the auction of the thirty items.

“In fact, this will be our second girl,” Angela

explained . “We bought our first little slave a year ago.”

“That’s wonderful,” the master said with a smile. “Are you planning to keep both of them?”

“Oh, yes,” Angela answered without hesitation. “We had originally planned to

sell Kim when the children left to study, but now I don’t think we can separate from her. Kim has become part of our

family .”

“Has she been owned by someone else before?” the Canadian woman asked.

“No, she was just captured. They kidnapped her the day before we bought her.”

“Isn’t that troublesome?” the lady asked. “We often talk about buying a brand new slave girl,

but we worry it will take too much time and effort.”

“It does take some time at first,” Angela agreed. “She’s hard to adjust to, but I think if you

have the time and a new one, these things are to be expected. But she

eventually adapted, and we all like her very much.”

“Perhaps we should try to buy a brand new one, Bob,” the wife said, turning to her husband.

“I heard they’re making arrests tonight and will be selling them tomorrow.”

“Let’s see if we can get the one we just picked,” Bob replied. “

If not, we can keep it overnight and choose one from tomorrow’s auction.”

“Which one did you choose?” the English lady asked.

The wife smiled and replied, “Bob likes young ones. He wants that blonde.”

Bob nodded. “She has a mature, youthful body; it should be very fun to play with.”

After that, everyone said their preferred items. The Khachiren man also took a liking to the young

blonde. The English mistress had her eye on a tall, full-breasted blonde slave girl who, in Angela's eyes, resembled a

cow . Angela also expressed her desire to buy the petite redhead.

The auction began, and the process was almost identical to the one Angela had attended the previous year. Each time,

several naked girls were brought onto the stage. The auctioneer would describe each item to be sold,

explaining his point by emphasizing breasts, twisting nipples, or displaying genitals and buttocks. All of this was simultaneously

projected onto a huge screen on the wall. Each girl was whipped with a cane to demonstrate the

marks . Then the bidding began.

The young blonde became the most prized item. About a dozen buyers initially

bid but soon the number of bidders dwindled. Finally, she was sold for ￡600,000.

Neither the Khachiren man nor the Canadian couple won the auction.

Most girls were priced between ￡200,000 and ￡300,000. The Khakiren

successfully bid on his second choice, a dark-skinned

girl with full breasts and what Angela considered unattractive large anuses. The British mistress was delighted to have acquired her voluptuous Amazonian girl.

Angela bought the red-haired girl for a shockingly low price of ￡150,000.

She was shocked because she remembered that none of the six girls sold for less than

￡300,000 the previous year.

This meant the girl's value had dropped by at least half in a year. Angela hadn't expected

slaves to depreciate so rapidly.

She ultimately attributed the low price to the buyers' penchant for large breasts. She felt her new slave

's breasts were perfect for her petite figure, but they certainly weren't the kind of large, cow-like breasts the other girls possessed

. Regardless, Angela was quite satisfied with her purchase.

She and the other four buyers sat at the table until the auction ended, though she couldn't wait to claim her

slave. As soon as the final bid for the last girl was accepted, Angela and the others rose and headed towards

the checkout counter.

The counter had only been set up that day. Angela had only been there once before, last year. But this time, the

number of girls being sold into slavery was five times that of last year. While waiting in line, she and her Kachiren and British tablemates

began .

"What are your plans for your new slaves?" Angela asked them.

“I have a stable in England,” the English lady replied. “My new slave will be trained to be

a horse girl.”

“Oh, the one I bought today used to be a horse girl. Don’t you want her?”

“No,” said the English lady, “I like training them myself. Besides, my clients like big breasts. Your

new slave is too smooth for their tastes, although I think she’s beautiful myself.”

“Yes, I’m happy too. But what do you mean by clients?”

“I run a club, and the stable is part of it. Members can put their own slaves

in the stable or use the club’s female slaves. My female slave will be trained to be a club princess.”

“Oh,” said Angela, nodding, “I’d like to visit sometime; it sounds so glamorous.”

“Indeed,” agreed the English lady, “very exciting and intoxicating, and very lewd.

Nothing is more pleasurable than watching the buttocks of a girl running and pulling your carriage or watching a naked girl

bouncing around during horse training. You must try it.”

“I certainly will,” Angela said with a smile, turning to the Kachiren man. “

What will you use your new slave for?”

“I also run a club,” the Kachiren man chuckled. “It’s built on a large farm, and we

run many programs. One of the most popular activities is hunting.”

Angela exclaimed, “You hunt girls?”

“Usually with paintballs,” he replied. “Hunters can keep their prey for a while after the hunt,

usually a week. It’s a very popular sport. In fact, I really want to put you in my

bag someday; you should come and join in.”

Angela blushed and exclaimed again, “What do you want? To put me in a bag?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Perhaps I used the wrong word. My English isn’t very good. My meaning…”

“I want to shoot you and enslave you, short-term, of course.”

Angela’s face flushed even more. “Then you haven’t misused the word. Have you hunted many mistresses?”

“Yes, some,” he said, “but only the most beautiful. You two have that quality.

I hope to hunt you and make you my slaves.”

“Oh, God,” Angela muttered. She felt offended, and in a way she was

. But the thought of being hunted and held for a short time also

sent a thrill through her. They had exchanged phone numbers. She wondered if she would eventually call him and

accept his offer.

Angela was the first of the three to reach the checkout counter. A slovenly-dressed secretary sat behind the desk, organizing

her recently completed written documents. “What number?” the secretary asked.

“Seventeen,” Angela replied.

“Let me find it.” She ran her finger across a page, nodded, and spun her chair to a filing cabinet.

She opened a document and turned back to face Angela.

“Before we begin,” the secretary said, “there’s a problem. Your slave girl is in the waiting room now.

Would you like to pick her up, or would you prefer we bring her to your room for the night, or perhaps we could mail her to

your home?”

“Just leave her in the waiting room,” Angela replied. “I’ll go get her.”

“Before you go, would you like her gag left on or removed?”

“Removed.”

“Is there any special preparation before you pick her up? Shaving? Puncture? Enema?”

“No,” Angela said, “I think she’s perfect as she is.”

The secretary smiled and opened the file in front of her. “Oh, you’re right,” she

said, looking at the photograph. “She is indeed perfect, and I remember her. It wasn’t long ago when we last sold her.”

“Yes,” Angela agreed, “about a year ago. She was sold with five of her companions. I

bought one of them.”

“You’re so kind of you to reunite them as friends,” the secretary said.

“I bought her because she satisfied me and I wanted her. I didn’t buy her just to reunite them.”

“Of course.” The secretary looked down and began filling in the blanks on the form. The whole process took about thirty

minutes . The money had just been transferred from Angela's account to the slave owner when she was led to the waiting room to collect her new slave.

When Angela entered the room, eight naked girls were still tied to poles. She glanced around and

quickly spotted her new slave. She walked over and stood before her, raising her hand to lightly tap the girl's cheek with her fingertips.

"Hi, little slave," she said softly, "you belong to me now."

Angela wasn't sure what the response would be. When she first said these words to Kim, Kim screamed

and cursed her. She guessed she might get the same response from this girl, a girl whose name she

didn't know but whom she owned until death. However, the answer she received

surprised her.

"Yes, Master," the girl replied, "thank you for buying me." Her voice was soft and

rhythmic. This wasn't the forced,

lifeless ; she hadn't broken down at all. This was a good thing.

“My name is Angela,” she said, “though you must call me Mistress. What is your name?”

“My name is Alena, Mistress,” she said, her voice melodious.

Angela leaned forward and kissed Alena’s lips. “Welcome home, Alena.”

Alena was puzzled. She hadn’t been treated roughly by her previous owners. She hadn’t been beaten.

The occasional pain from the whip or the board was only during training or races. She had never

been hit for entertainment or amusement. But her previous mistress had never been so kind to her. In the past year,

the only tenderness she had received came from the men or women who rented her. Some of them

had been caring when they took her to bed. Now, her new owner was showing her kindness and welcoming her into her family. She didn’t

know how to respond.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she replied.

“I can’t wait to take you home,” Angela said, stroking the new slave’s breasts.

“My husband wanted you last year when he saw you being sold. He’ll be so happy we got you

. And the children will love you.”

Alena’s mind was a mess. They saw her being sold last year? And

what were those children?

“Were you here when I was sold last year, mistress?”

“Yes, little pet,” Angela said. She spread her fingers and cupped the girl’s breasts, enjoying

their texture and weight. This girl was exceptionally well-off, and she showed no surprise or discomfort at being so intimately caressed

. "We bought one of your friends back then, Kim."

Hearing this, Alena's eyes lit up. "Is she still with you?"

Angela squeezed the firm, warm breasts and leaned forward to kiss Alena again.

"Yes, little one, we still have Kim." "

That's wonderful, Master. I miss her so much."

"I think she misses you too. Now, let's take you off this pole and arrange the transportation

. Then we can go back to the room and continue our conversation."

Angela unlocked the handcuffs from the pole. "Do you think it's more comfortable for me to lead you, or would you like to walk with me

?"

This was unbelievable to Alena. She was actually given the right to choose. And she might even be allowed to

walk freely. In the past year, she had never been asked for her opinion, nor had she ever had the opportunity to make any decisions.

There was no choice at all. And wherever she went, she was led by a leash or reins.

“It’s a pleasure to travel with you, Master,” she replied.

Angela smiled. “Then let’s go.” She walked toward the door, Alena faithfully following behind.

Just as they were stepping out the door, they encountered a tall, black man.

“One of the birds has returned,” the man said, “a beautiful cardinal.”

Then he turned to Angela: “Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Cedric. I am in charge of the Caribbean…”

"The operations here in the region." He spoke with an island accent, perhaps Jamaican.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cedric," Angela replied. "I'm Angela Dawson. And this is

my new slave, Alena."

"Ah, yes," Cedric chuckled. "Beautiful Alena. The day she was first sold,

we caught the best prey imaginable. We've never had such a high-quality selection,

and we probably never will again."

"Yes, I remember," Angela nodded. "They were all beautiful, and I had

a hard time choosing which one to pick."

"Oh, I forgot," Cedric said. "I know you're a repeat customer, but I don't recall

you buying one of these beautiful birds. May I touch your slave?"

"Please feel free."

The tall black man reached out and slid his hand down Alena's arm. He knelt down and

repeated , occasionally pinching her flesh. It was clear this man had handled

slaves before and knew how to examine them.

“I sometimes see two other little birds,” he said, still crouching, his fingers

slowly rubbing against Alena’s wet, parted labia. “Tempest’s mistress sometimes

rents me. She’s lovely. And Elke sometimes visits with Tempest and her master.”

Hearing her friend’s name, Alena held her breath. “May I speak, Master?”

“Of course, my pet.”

This surprised her as well. As a horsewoman, she was rarely allowed to speak. The only

times she was granted permission were in the bedrooms of the men and women who rented her the night.

“How are Elke and Tempest, Master?”

“They’re fine,” Cedric replied, slowly pushing his large fingers

into Alena’s vagina, causing her to gasp. “They are both lovely girls and love their masters very much.

They are also very friendly with each other. They are both very happy slaves.”

Alena smiled. “I’m so glad to hear that, Master.” Cedric stood up again and then

cupped Alena’s breasts in his strong hands. He touched the tender flesh and flicked the nipples repeatedly with his thumb

until they hardened before releasing them.

“You’ve made a good deal, Mrs. Dawson,” he said. “Your new slave is still

one of the finest we’ve ever offered.”

“Thank you,” Angela replied. “I think we’ll cherish her greatly. But why is she so

cheap ?”

Cedric shrugged. “That puzzles me too. Everything at today’s auction surprised me,

and the prices were much lower than we expected. We have a staff meeting tonight to figure out why.”

“To be clear, I’m not complaining,” Angela said. “In the end, I benefited. I got a fine new slave girl for

a very low price. But I need to arrange the transportation first. I

hope to bring Alena home tomorrow.”

Cedric sighed. “I think you might be delayed. One of our planes has mechanical

problems, and we have a backlog of shipments now. If you’d like, you can take a flight

home tomorrow, and we’ll ship your slave to you later. Or you can stay here and wait if you

insist on having your slave girl with you.”

“I’ll wait,” Angela said. “I really hope she can come with me; she’s so precious.

”

********** ...

Alena: Angela's newly purchased slave girl, one of Kim's five companions. She has been trained as a horse girl for the past year and is being re-auctioned for some reason. 　　Tempest, Elke: Two of Kim's five companions, both slave girls for a year. 　　Fanny, Bob: A Canadian couple, the female and male protagonists, who sit at the same table as Angela at the auction. 　　Fiona: A buyer from England, the female protagonist, who runs a club that trains horse girls for clients' entertainment . She sits at the same table as Angela at the auction. 　　Ricardo: A buyer from Cacheron, the male protagonist, who runs a club that hosts slave hunts for clients' entertainment. He sits at the same table as Angela at the auction. Cacheron is a newly independent . 　　Cedric: The auctioneer, responsible for the operation of the Caribbean slave trade. He is a tall black man. 　　Kate: Appears only once in this text, but because several of the original author's works are interconnected , she is likely a character related to Cedric in another work. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　This is only briefly ; 　　please disregard it . 　　********** ...

There was no harness, no handcuffs, no reins, no leash. Nothing else adorned her naked

body. She lay in the center of the bed, letting Angela caress her.

"You seem quite comfortable with being enslaved," Angela continued, "not too bothered by being owned

?"

Alena looked up at her new master. "It's not a matter of whether I mind or not, master. I am now

property, and I would rather live as a slave than gain freedom through death or

die trying to gain it."

Angela listened, nodding. She knew that the girls sold by this slave organization all had

capsules , but she didn't know how powerful they were. Now it seemed they were incredibly powerful.

Every girl kidnapped and sold by this organization had a capsule surgically

implanted somewhere in her body. Even Angela didn't know where they were. Inside the capsule, one half was a

GPS signaler, used by the organization to locate escaped or stolen female slaves; the other half was a deadly poison,

meant to end a slave's life if she posed a threat to the organization or her master.

Gila bent down, sucking the nearest nipple into her mouth and spitting it out several times before releasing it.

"You might not truly believe that my family will treat you

well . You'll be more like a pampered pet than a slave."

Alena had been observing Angela as she suckled her nipple, looking into her eyes as she spoke.

"Thank you, Master, I think I'll enjoy it all."

Angela brought her lips back to the nipple she had just released and sucked it back into her mouth. Her hand traced Alena's smooth

abdomen, covering the girl's private parts, feeling the moist warmth. Then she released her nipple,

stroking the smooth petals with her fingers as she said,

"You'll be used by everyone in the house as a sex object, but I'm sure you won't be used as often

as last year."

Alena felt her body react to the sucking and caressing, and it wasn't a bad

feeling. In fact, there was a strange pleasure in being played with and molested by a woman.

Before she was kidnapped a year ago, she would have felt disgusted by this feeling; after all, she wasn't a lesbian.

Before she was captured and sold, she didn't even care about bisexuality. But now, she genuinely

enjoyed the caresses of the woman's lips and fingers. And whether she enjoyed it or not was irrelevant; she was owned, and her

master was the one who decided what she should do.

“Actually, Master, I’m not often used for sex, and my former master never used

me at all. Maybe once or twice a month for those who rent me.” “Really?” Angela was surprised again. “I thought she’d devour your delicious body

at the first opportunity .” 　　Hearing this, Alena blushed. “She trained me to be a horse girl. She didn’t want sex to distract me from becoming a champion horse.” 　　Angela slid her fingers into the girl’s vagina, feeling its tight, slippery grip. 　　She heard Alena’s clearly audible panting as she penetrated, then leaned down and kissed the girl’s lips. 　　“Your former master didn’t understand what she missed. I could enjoy your delicious body all day long, but now, I can swallow you whole.” 　　Alena felt her face turn even redder. She thought that a year of being naked, treated like a horse, rented out as an inanimate object, had made her immune to embarrassment and shame. Yet, the compliment she had just received still made her uneasy. 　　Perhaps when you are a slave, being treated gently is more shameful than being treated roughly or ignored. In any case, her new master had coaxed out feelings of shame that she herself had not even been aware of. 　　"Why did your master sell you?" Angela asked. Alena froze. She still remembered that day, about a week ago, when she learned that she was going to be sold, and the extreme shock and grievance she felt. 　　That night, she cried alone in the pen until she slowly fell asleep. 　　"She was tired of being a rider, master." 　　"She was so foolish to abandon you. If it were me, I would give up the racehorse but keep you." 　　"I overheard her talking to someone. That master said the same thing. But my master said it was too difficult to retrain me as an entertainment slave." 　　Angela shook her head in disbelief. Perhaps the mistress was right; it might be more difficult than training a completely slave, but it was worth a try. She suddenly felt an obligation, to Kim, and now to Alena: if one day she had to sell them, she should at least do her best to help her slaves find suitable new homes. 　　"I think this is her loss and my gain," Angela said. "Let's start making up for lost time ; you've lacked education in sex over the past year." 　　Angela began to caress Alena's moist folds with her fingers, lowering her head to face her beautiful, round breasts. Alena raised her hands to stroke her new mistress's cheeks, but Angela grabbed her wrists and pushed them back onto the bed. She tried again, with the same result. Finally, Alena stretched herself out completely on the bed, simply watching her mistress enjoy her breasts, letting her fingers lead her to an inevitable orgasm. 　　Angela slid a second finger inside the girl and teased the now erect, smooth clitoris with her thumb. She shifted back and forth between the two breasts, sucking, licking, and biting the nipples. These breasts were perfect for her slave girl . Every now and then, she would turn her lips to the girl and kiss her. 　　This wasn't master-slave sex, she knew. It was simply lesbian sex. Angela wasn't sure how other masters used their slave girls, but this was exactly how she and her family used them. They were sex toys for amusement, in a way, like inflatable dolls bought in adult stores, only alive. 　　Angela stopped her lips. She looked down at the naked human figure stretched out on the bed. The girl...

It was so ideal, with soft curves and a fit body. None of her features were exaggerated,

even her lower abdomen was perfect. When her gaze returned to the girl's face, she saw Alena

looking at her as well.

"I'm just admiring my merchandise, little slave," Angela said. "I'm very

satisfied with what I've bought." Alena smiled slightly and remained silent.

Angela resumed enjoying the fleshy breasts, her fingers continuing to explore and play with the girl's vulva.

Soon , she heard the girl's musical moans. She turned her head and saw the girl's lower abdomen trembling,

indicating she was close to climax.

Angela didn't want it to end like this. She felt as if she were enjoying a serenade

composed blend of sobs and moans; it was so lovely, her little slave so lovely,

the best thing she had ever bought.

Angela wondered about the girl's life before she was kidnapped and enslaved. Perhaps she was a singer, or at

least beautiful enough to be a model; perhaps that was her profession. However, she couldn't ask. She didn't want

the memories to flood back to the girl. Perhaps Cedric would know.

Angela continued to keep her slave on the verge of climax, and after more than an hour, she finally pushed

Alena beyond the boundary. The girl's whole body trembled, and musical moans escaped her lips, just like the way she spoke. Angela climbed onto the bed and embraced her girl, her newest slave and most precious possession. She kissed the girl and brushed a few 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　stray

strands of

hair from 　　her cheek . 　　********** ... The rooms were elegantly decorated, impeccably, 　　and the service was exceptional. Every waitress was beautiful—she later learned these waitresses were 　　female slaves sent for training or to stay when their masters were busy; in a way, the place served as a training ground for them. Add that the beautiful beach and well-equipped swimming pool, and although forced, they were willing to stay for a few days. 　　That evening at dinner, Angela and several of her acquaintances from earlier that day gathered again. The three men who had bought female slaves brought their slaves with them to the meal. 　　"Did you consider my offer later?" the Kachiren asked Angela. 　　"What offer, Ricardo?" 　　"To join my hunting party," he replied. 　　Angela chuckled softly. "Ricardo, you just want to capture me and fuck me." 　　Ricardo smiled and spread his hands. "What's wrong with hoping? You'll be a very beautiful slave, even if only for a very short time." 　　"I must say I completely agree with Ricardo," Fiona, the mistress from England, interjected . "You'll be a priceless slave." 　　"Regardless of value," Fanny, the wife from Canada, said. "I agree with Ricardo. 　　You'll be a beautiful slave, and I'm sure we'd be bidding on you if you were at auction." 　　"You're all hopeless," Angela said. "I'm too old ." 　　"How old are you, Angela?" Ricardo asked. "Thirty-one? Thirty-two?" 　　Angela laughed again. "Try thirty-seven. For God's sake, I already have two teenagers. Now let's find something else meaningful to talk about." 　　Ricardo leaned over and placed his hand in Angela's. "That's the golden age for slavery. You 're mature enough, yet young enough for adventure." 　　"Isn't the weather nice here?" Angela asked, trying to change the subject. 　　"Yes, the weather is lovely," Ricardo agreed, "and the scenery is beautiful too." He gazed into her eyes. 　　Angela finally succeeded in changing the subject. They ate and talked, and Angela glanced around the room, seeing several diners with their slaves restrained. Others had their female slaves kneeling on the floor. 　　Only a few slaves were seated at their table. 　　Alena felt strange, very strange. This was the first time in the past year that she had eaten at a table. 　　Until now, she had been eating from the trough and dog bowl, or from a feeding bag . Equally strange was that she sat naked at the table. All the rulers were clothed, while the three newly purchased slaves were completely naked. Even stranger was the fact that she overheard the other rulers talking about enslaving her new master. What would it mean for her if her master became a slave? 　　"Is everyone having fun?" Cedric asked, stopping at the table as he passed by. They had finished their meal while chatting and were enjoying their after-dinner coffee. 　　“It’s wonderful, Cedric,” Angela replied. “Your place is a truly fantastic resort.” 　　“I’m glad you enjoy it,” he said. “We’ll do everything we can to make our guests comfortable. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience our flight caused.” 　　“Oh, no problem,” Angela said. “I’m having a great time, and I plan to have Alena join your training program tomorrow.” 　　“That’s wonderful, we look forward to receiving her.” 　　“I’d also like to have a meeting with you tomorrow, Cedric,” Angela said, “if you’re available.” 　　“I always make time for beautiful ladies,” he smiled. “Just tell the front desk to let me know .” 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　4. 　　Main Character Introduction: 　　Angela: The female protagonist, initially appearing as a hostess, but her role will change later; she is the true protagonist of the story.

John: Angela's husband, who introduced Angela to the slave market and together they purchased their first female slave.

Jack: Angela and John's son.

Jenny: Angela and John's daughter, Jack's sister.

Kim: The first female slave Angela and John purchased; she was kidnapped and

auctioned off a year ago along with five other companions.

Alena: Angela's newly purchased female slave, one of Kim's five companions; she was trained as

a horse girl for the past year and was re-auctioned for some reason.

Tempest, Elke: Two of Kim's five companions, who have been female slaves for a year.

Fanny, Bob: A husband and wife buyer from Canada, the female and male protagonists; they sat at the same table as Angela at the auction

.

Fiona: A buyer from England, the female protagonist; she runs a club that trains horse girls for her clients'

entertainment . She sat at the same table as Angela at the auction.

Ricardo: A buyer from Kachiren, the male protagonist; he runs a club that hosts female slave hunting

events for his clients' entertainment. He sat at the same table as Angela at the auction. Kachiren is a newly

independent .

Cedric: The auction house manager, responsible for the operation of the Caribbean slave trade. He is a tall,

black man. Kate: Appears only once in this 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　text

, but since several of the original author's works are interconnected

, she is likely a character related to Cedric in another work

. She is 　　only briefly mentioned here; please disregard her .

**************** ... 　　“Speak,” he replied. “I will tell you everything I know.” 　　“First, it’s about my female slaves. I want to know about them, but I don’t want to ask directly so as not to trigger their memories. Do you know about their lives before they were sold?” 　　Cedric nodded. “I know. We have very comprehensive files , but are you sure you want to know?” 　　Angela hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m growing to like Kim more and more and want to know more about her. And I feel the same way about Alena.” 　　“I can tell you about their past,” he said, standing up from the sofa and walking to a wall with several display cases. He familiarly pulled open a drawer and took out two folders. “But I must warn you first, many masters have regretted learning about their slaves’ pasts.” 　　“Why did they regret it?” 　　“Some because their female slaves had unpleasant pasts they didn’t want to know, but many more because the girls’ happy lives and bright futures before their capture filled them with guilt.” 　　“I still want to know,” Angela said, “if I have the chance.” 　　“Okay,” he sat down again and opened the first folder. “Kimberly-Anne Cartwright (Kim’s full name), born February 23, 1983, in Raleigh, North Carolina. She graduated high school in 2001 and entered Gulf State University, graduating with a Bachelor of Education degree in 2005. She was a marathon runner with a good track record. She was also very active in the local church and helped raise funds to build a local food shelter. Before being collected and processed, she worked as a primary school teacher for four years.” 　　“Wow,” Angela exclaimed, “I’ve always thought she was an angel.” 　　“Yes,” Cedric agreed, “she certainly is. Every little bird sold that day was extraordinary; each one was intelligent, learned, and beautiful.” 　　“Why do you always call them little birds?” Angela interrupted him. “Is that the code for the female slaves you sell here ?” 　　Cedric laughed and shook his head. “No, not a code. Tempest’s mistress is a friend of mine ; she rented Tempest to me twice when she was here. I started calling her Little Blackbird, and then I considered all six of them little birds. You just bought Cardinals yesterday.” 　　“I see,” Angela nodded. 　　"Would you like to continue learning about the cardinals, or should we stop here?" 　　"Of course, I'd like to continue learning about Alena." 　　Cedric opened the second folder: "Alena Elizabeth Forsyth, born June 10, 1983, in Richmond, Virginia. She graduated and from Gulf State University in 2005 with a Bachelor of Science degree in Biology. All the birds attended Gulf State University. She was collected and processed during her final year of medical school." 　　"Wow," Angela exclaimed, "you're right, they're all excellent." 　　"In every respect," Cedric agreed, "these birds are priceless." 　　“You seem to have a lot of love for the goods you sell,” Angela said. “Then why are you in this line of work?” 　　Cedric laughed again. “You ask so many questions, it reminds me of Tempest. Every time I answer one question, more questions follow. So I let her earn the answers herself. Maybe I should make the same deal with you, then you can ask whatever you want.” 　　Angela frowned. “What deal did you make with Tempest?” 　　“She let me fuck her, and while she was on top of me, she could ask as many questions as she wanted.” 　　“Oh,” Angela blushed, then giggled. “I do n’t think a haggard old woman like me would be attractive to you.” 　　This time it was Cedric’s turn to frown. “You’re a million miles away from being a haggard old woman. Believe me, I ’m an expert on the female body; if we auctioned you off, you’d be an extremely valuable commodity. 　　So what’s your opinion? Do you want to ask questions?”

Angela giggled again. "Yes, I have so many questions. And for some reason, I'm always so excited

here ."

"Then take off your clothes, little slave, and come and take mine off."

Angela felt like a schoolgirl on her first date as she stood up. She wasn't wearing much,

so undressing was easy. Soon her tank top and shorts were on the floor, and she swaggered off her underwear

and then kicked off her sandals.

"Now undress your master for today," he said, "and then you can ask questions." Her

fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her clothes, but finally Cedric was completely naked. He grabbed

her buttocks and placed them on top of his rock-hard penis, then slowly lowered her until his massive member

easily entered her warm, wet passage.

Angela closed her eyes, letting the bull-like penis sink into her. It was real, she

realized : Black people really were gifted in this respect. She felt

herself stretching to accommodate the massive rod as it penetrated deep inside her. Finally, it was inside, and she opened her eyes.

"Why do you call me a little slave?"

Cedric smiled and leaned forward, kissing the erect nipple just inches from his face. "

There are always new questions. You are a mistress, but there is a slave mentality in your soul. I am just enjoying

the slave mentality within you. Now you can ask questions."

He supported her waist with both hands, moving her up and down in a fixed rhythm, and then she began

her questions again: "Why do you do this?"

"For the money, of course," he replied, "the profit margin is very high."

"Have you ever felt guilty?"

"Sometimes," he said, "I don't want to hear about these girls being abused, but we have

ways to weed out these buyers."

"Oh." She gasped softly as his penis went in particularly deep, causing a sharp

pain .

"You keep saying collecting and processing," she continued, "why do you call it that?"

Cedric chuckled. He reached over and picked up a small clip from the table, clipping it to the woman's left nipple.

Angela let out another soft moan. “That sounds much better than kidnapping and human trafficking,” he explained.

“And that’s pretty much what we do. Once a slave is identified, we

just collect her, process her, and make sure she can be bought.”

Angela looked down at her breasts, the clamps on her nipples sending a dull ache through her body.

She’d used clamps on female slaves before, but never on herself. It hurt, but it also sent waves of pleasure through her vagina as it swallowed

the hard penis.

Cedric was Angela’s first Black sexual partner, but not the first man she had sex with.

She and her husband often had their own lovers, and sometimes they shared them. This rendezvous didn’t

make her feel any guilt.

Angela leaned down and fed her unclamped nipple to Cedric's mouth, while continuing to ride on his

thick, hard penis. "Where do you get these girls?"

Cedric laughed again. "You're worse than Tempest." He clamped the

nipple that was rubbing against her mouth and reached towards the table again. Angela felt her breath quicken as she watched the clamp approach her right nipple,

biting down hard and trying to crush the sensitive bud. She let out a painful groan.

"It depends on our assessment of market demand," Cedric explained regarding the last question. "

If we want girls in their twenties, we'll target resorts

or cruise lines that cater to singles. If we need teenagers, we'll look at vacation

spots during school spring breaks. If we want female slaves around thirty, we'll scout out town clubs and tennis clubs."

This time Angela laughed too. "I find it hard to imagine a woman my age having a market."

Cedric leaned towards the table again. Angela felt

a . When she saw what he had retrieved, she suddenly shuddered. He held the handcuffs in one hand,

grabbed her wrists, and pulled her hands behind her back. She heard two soft clicks and felt the cold

metallic touch against her wrists. Her arms were now bound behind her back; she felt increasingly treated like a slave, and

increasingly felt like a slave herself.

Then, Cedric placed his hands back on her waist, pushed her down, and thrust himself into her hard.

Angela screamed as the thick, fleshy rod deep inside her pressed against her cervix. "You should

think about this again. There's a huge market for female slaves like you, almost as big as the market for teenagers,

and much bigger than the market for twenty-somethings."

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better, Cedric," she said as she moved upwards until

the tip of his penis just touched her wet opening, "but I can't believe there's a market for female slaves over thirty."

He reached out and grasped her breasts, slowly kneading them, then used them as handles to push her down again

until a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, causing another scream.

“Let’s do a little experiment,” he said, getting her moving again. “I think that will

prove my point.”

“What experiment?”

“Come with me tonight’s auction. We’ve offered some brand-new girls. I predict I’ll get

at least five offers for you. Let’s see how right I am.”

Angela giggled. “How can they offer you a mistress?”

“Who says mistress?” he asked. “I’m going to lead you there on a leash.”

Angela exclaimed again, “A leash? As a slave?”

Cedric flicked each clip with his fingers. “A short-term slave, a slave tonight, just

to prove my point.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I think you can,” he replied. “Remember I’m a slave trader. I can enslave you, and

I can make it permanent if I want.”

Hearing these words, Angela felt a surge of fear wash over her, but an orgasm simultaneously

overwhelmed that fear. She couldn't understand why she was reacting this way to being treated this way.

Her eyes widened when she saw Cedric retrieve the next item; he held

a metal collar close to her long neck. She groaned, but then

shuddered again at the soft click of the clasp closing. Cedric leaned forward and kissed her, holding her breasts for a moment.

His thumbs repeatedly brushed against her constricted and flattened nipples, causing Angela to groan in pain as his

massive penis slammed against her cervix again, sending a sharp pain through her lower abdomen. Simultaneously,

each touch of her nipples sent a throbbing pain through her breasts.

"You could make a very good slave," he commented, admiring the woman on his lap. She

was truly beautiful, and every part of her looked like a slave. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts were

tightly , her shoulders were slightly hunched back from the restraint, and the gold collar around her neck

added to her beauty.

"Do you agree to be my slave tonight?" he continued, "Although I must tell you that whether you

agree or not is irrelevant. I have already claimed you."

"Agree...!" Angela screamed, reaching her climax at the same time. Wave after wave of orgasm surged through

her body, causing her to collapse forward onto her black master's chest.

He looked down at the woman still attached to him, seeing her trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her

long , reddish-brown hair was tied in a ponytail today. But he still remembered

the sheen and density of it flying behind her head and shoulders the day before. He would make her untie it again for her debut as a slave tonight.

He caressed her back with his hands, feeling the soft, smooth skin, then wrapped his arms around her

waist again to support her. This woman still maintained a figure that most young girls would envy. He

slid one hand up her back, grasped her ponytail, and gently pulled her back, then used his other hand

to remove the clip and set it aside. She remained with her eyes closed, emitting low moans that sounded like a cat's meow.

He looked at her breasts again, full, round, and so mature, perfect for kneading. They were slightly

sagging , but considering her age and having already breastfed two children, this was understandable. Yet they

were still surprisingly firm; he lifted one breast, feeling its weight. These were things teenage

girls desperately wanted.

Yes, he could sell her for a decent price. She reminded him of Kate. Both women were

around thirty-five, extraordinarily beautiful, both in their prime. He knew that if he sold either of

them , the proceeds would be astronomical. However, tonight he had to control his

thirst for profit.

Finally, she awoke from her near-conscious state and looked at him. "Wow!" she whispered.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, then began to move her along his penis again. "Your

work isn't over yet, little slave."

She blushed again at being called "little slave," but still began to

writhe , feeling the thick, hard object ravaging her.

"Have you finished asking your questions?" he asked.

"Oh," she replied, "no, that was just the first one. I also want to know

how much you know about Ricardo?"

"Ha, my little bird," he responded, "I can't reveal information about other masters."

"I'm not asking for addresses or birthdays or anything like that, I just want to know what kind of person he is."

"Why do you ask that?" Cedric retorted.

She told him about Ricardo's invitation to her and how his other masters wanted to hunt her down and

keep her for a week. And being hunted sounded exciting; she herself

had privately fantasized about being a slave, of course, only for a short period. She wanted to know if she could trust Ricardo to

release her at the appointed time.

“Ricardo has always seemed like a respectable man to me,” Cedric replied,

“but you can tell a lot from the fact that he owns slaves. And he’s a Cachiren. If you

’re going , you’d better be careful.”

Cachiren is a recently formed country in South America. It was born from the bloody civil war in Uruguay that crossed

the border into Brazil and Argentina. When the war ended, all of Uruguay and several provinces that

had seceded formed a new country, and Cachiren was born. It was still a wasteland, but at least

the war was over. “Be careful. ”

Angela’s words still echoed in her

ears .

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