I buy a singer

[Note: This story takes place in the Neo Canaan region of this planet. The planet is very warm all year. Because of this the slaves are naked all the time. Sexual slavery is legal and popular.]
My second slave run was an enormous success. The sweet *********** from my home town that I gave the slave name of Jennifer to was a hellcat on the auction block. She stood there on the auction block shaking her large tits while beaming the widest smile imaginable. Then she **** a song for the audience and the bids went higher. I could not believe how much the highest bid was!
Up to this time I had only sold about six women. They were all volunteers. While the selling price was low, they cost very little to acquire. If I wanted to continue in this business, I needed to diversify. Training free women into trained sex slaves takes time and money. Until the women have been broken in they cannot be rented out. I need quality slaves. Quality slaves can produce income for me while I own them. Speculating on untrained women can be profitable but risky. What is in demand one year may not be in demand the next. You may have too many women on hand that you must take care of. If the situation is desperate, you may have to free some of them. No slave trainer wants to do that!
I decided to go to a dealer who specializes in slaves that have artistic skills. He had many beautiful women, who were to be auctioned off today. The women were held in pens better suited to hold farm a****ls. The ground was covered with straw and the girls sat on hay bales.
One woman was by herself and the men did not seem interested in her. She saw me and smiled. I remembered that beautiful face. She was the one that fondled my home town girl’s enormous boobs while the two of them **** a song to Isis. I could not forget her lovely voice. I remembered how stylish her clothes were. What I never knew is that she had a lovely figure. The hips and waist had the right curve. I loved the look of her breasts. They were average size and the shape was pleasing. Her face was oval and her brown hair was cut to ear length.
I motioned to her to come to me. She smiled and walked to me. I marveled on how she walked with such grace. Her back was straight and her head was held high. Her eyes looked straight at me. She stopped only a few inches from me and knelt down in front of me. She assumed the classic slave position, her knees were apart and she locked her fingers behind her head.
“I am here to please you, Master.”
At this point I was speechless. I was used to working with women who were shy and untrained and did not know what to do. This one was different. She is beautiful, poised and confident. This was not the type of woman that I would have to whip to make her shout, that she is beautiful. She knew she was beautiful. I could also tell that she knew how to make a man happy and enjoyed doing it. I was afraid. I was new at this and I barely knew how to train women into sex slaves. Was I good enough to be her master?
“Master, you may read my tag to learn more about me.”
Oh, yes, I should read her tag. The tag stated her height, weight, figure size, etc. It stated that she was an experienced sex slave. She was rated as a master singer and performer and just signed a 5 year public slave contract. I noted that she was ten years older than me. I know I have to say something, now. I have learned in moments like this to always start with a compliment.
“I already know that you are a great singer. You have the loveliest voice I ever heard.”
“Thank you master, your slave was also a great singer.” It was a joy to hold her tits as we **** together. She also told me that she knew that I knew how to hold a woman’s tits. Here, try mine.”
She unlocked her fingers and cupped her breasts to present to me. As she moved her arms, one hand brushed by my crotch. It was a gentle touch. She was judging how aroused I was getting. I reached down and with each hand and fondled her breasts. These were nice breasts. They were of average size but they had firmness that slave Jennifer’s two big ones did not have. Then I rolled my thumbs on her nipples. Her face widen into a joyous smile, her green eyes turned into pleasing wide circles as she looked up to me. She let off a few soft moans of ecstasy. Then she exclaimed,
“Your slave was right. You do know how to hold a woman’s breasts.”
At this point, I remembered one of the cardinal rules of being a master. Slaves cannot speak without permission from the master. The need for this rule is obvious. If you did not demand silence, the women would be blabbing all the time. If a slave wants to say something, she must first ask permission. At this point, you not her, decide if she should talk. The counterpoint to this rule is that you never interrupt her when she moans with pleasure or proclaims that you are a great lover and master. I have been a little too lenient on this girl. I must give her some discipline to keep her under control.
“Quiet, slave, you spoke without permission.”
“Yes, master, you are right. I need to be disciplined to learn the error of my ways. Use your whip on me.”
This slave reached out and stroked the cat-of-nine tails I had hooked to my belt.
“This is a nice flogger. It is a good quality one made of the best materials. You have obviously put much thought in how to take of your slaves.”
She ran her fingers through the cords.
“This has not been used much. You look like the type of master that would not need to flog a girl to get her into her bed. Maybe you need it get her out of her bed to do her other chores.”
She giggled as she said this.
In one smooth motion, the slave rose turned around and bent over to grab her ankles. Her face was looking straight ahead. She was in perfect form for a flogging.
“This slave awaits her master’s stroke.”
I knew what I did next would be important to this girl. It would show her that I was a master and she must be obedient to me. I was a new master and I barely knew what I am doing while she is an experienced sex slave. Could she accept me as her master? I was also distracted by her perfect figure. She had a nice back. I gently rubbed her back and her sides and her round buttocks. I rubbed the inside of her thighs. This seemed to excite her. Then I touched the lips of her love hole. She oohed. Then I said.
“Slave, never tell me what another slave says. I am only interested in what you think.”
“Yes, master, I will obey.”
“I will give you a few strokes as a reminder.”
Judging by her smile, she approved.
I gave her a few light strokes on her ass. After each stroke, she shouted loudly, “Thank you, Master, I deserved that.”
Then I ordered her to lie on her back and open her legs. She swiftly moved in position and opened her legs to display her love hole. I complimented her on having a nice love hole that will be my second home.
A man told her to get into line for the start of the auction. The girl jumped up and embraced me, kissing me on my lips. She lifted her right leg a rubbed it against me.
“Buy me, Master.” She said with a seductive voice.
The man orders her to get into line and gives her a stroke on the ass as reinforcement.
I push her away from me and tell her she should go.
“Buy me, Master!” This time the shout is louder.
The man pulled her away and dragged her away.
“Buy me, Master!” This time the shout was louder than ever and I could see that she was crying. That broke my heart. It was not a seductive cry, but a cry of someone who is alone.
The owner of the auction house approached me.
“I am glad someone is interested in her. Normally, I would discourage someone as young as you from buying her because she has a reputation of being a hellion.”
A hellion is a slave who is hard to handle. They tend to be louder and more emotional.
“Then I saw how you trained that big breasted dame, I know you can handle that woman.
I was afraid to admit that I felt that I barely knew what I was doing. I asked about her background. I was informed that she was a singing sensation when she was a teen sex slave. Now she is less popular. She was popular in the coastal cities before they were conquered by the Red forces. Most of her fans are probably dead now. He told me that she was on one of the last refugee boats to leave. I was also told that she performed under the name of “Sandy.” As her master, I could keep that name or change it. The dealer advised me that if I took her through the Hinder Lands or the colonies, that it might revive her singing career. They might like her style of singing.
Another factor in her reduced popularity is her singing style. She specialized in singing the classical songs praising the goddess of love, Venus. She also **** romantic songs expressing her desire to please her master. These songs have such titles as “I wait for my Master,” “My Master has a strong arm and a firm hand,” “I love my Master,” and my favorite, “Men are my Masters, I will obey them all.”
Younger people like me prefer the Rave ups. These are songs that the girls sing loudly and defiantly. They have such titles as “I like to fuck,” I have three holes so put it in one,” and “One, two, three, four, I can still take one more.” Often the audience is expected to sing along. There is usually a key word or phrase the audience shouts and the girl thrusts her hips forward or shakes her tits as they shout at her.
I took a quick look at the other girls. They were all beautiful and talented. But the one named Sandy interested me. Her beauty, talent and poise fascinated me. At the same time I wondered why she was not as popular as the other girls. What was I missing? What did they know about her?
The first girls went on the block and the bidding was fierce. I could not afford these prices. A dozen girls were sold before Sandy came on. They all had to sing a song. I did not like any of the songs, but the audience cheered loudly. Like the others she was led to the stage by a leash around her neck and her hands tied behind her back. The auctioneer read off her vital statistics and pointed out the best features of body. She **** the ballad, “Men are my Masters, and I will obey them all.” There were tears in my eyes. The other girls did not affect me this way.
Only one person put in a bid. It was just one gold piece over the asking price. I raised the bid by one more. There were no other bids. After a few minutes of silence, the auctioneer proclaimed that she was sold to the highest bidder. Like the other girls, her hands were tied behind her back and a leash on her neck, as she was led off the sales block. She was led to the waiting area. She would kneel before a wall with her leash tied to a ring. A blindfold would be put across her eyes, and she would wait for me.
I watched a few other girls being auctioned off. Since Sandy was such a bargain, I still had a lot of money on me. I decided to buy a petite Rave up singer that the other guys had little interest in. They told me that her name was once Lola.
When I claimed my two girls, they were kneeling side by side. Slaves are not allowed to talk without permission. It is difficult for two women to stay silent for long. Slave girls have this way of whispering to each other. You can barely hear them, but they can understand each other clearly. My two girls were whispering to each other. I decided to listen.
“Did you know he owned the Slave he named Lavender?” said the slave known once as Sandy.
“The slave with the big tits and good voice?” said the other.
“That is right. She said that he has the biggest ship she has ever seen and all the crew are strong, handsome studs and know how to control a woman.” said Sandy.
Slave Lavender seems to have exaggerated a bit. I cleared my throat. The two girls stopped whispering.
“I will pay the clerk and take you home as soon as you are ready.”
I reached down and put my hands between their legs and fingered their love holes. They were both wet. They were ready.
The two girls were brought before the clerk. I let them see how many gold pieces they were worth. It reminds them that they are only merchandise to me. I also bought a standard metal neck collar for both of them. The clerk told me that there was a semi private area in the back that owners can use to try out their new purchases. I took the girls there. There was a room full of beds. A couple of beds were being used by a happy master with his new slave. Each bed has cuffs and chains. I locked a cuff around an ankle of Lola and let her play with herself. Sandy lay down on the bed. I jumped on her and put my erection in. Sandy wrapped her legs around me and we went at it like crazed a****ls. The first sexual contact between a master and his new slave is often quick. Both parties are sexually aroused and just want to relieve themselves. Later, as they get to know each other, then they have the long nights of lust that both slave and master remember so well.
With rope I tied their hands behind their backs. Then I tied a rope to their collars. Sandy would be in front and Lola in back. I pulled on the leash tied to Sandy’s neck to start the march to the boat.
It was a beautiful hot day, the perfect day to lead a pair of sex slaves.
“Master, may I speak?”
“Yes, slave.”
“Can we go down the street to the left? There are more people there and more people will see the two beautiful prizes that you own.”
We went down the street to the left. Sandy was right. There were more people there and they seemed to be interested in the two girls. Many will be future rent customers of these girls.
We walked a little ways more. Then Lola said, “Master, can I speak?”
“What is on your mind, slave?”
“Can we go into that store?”
The store specialized in items for sex slaves, so we went in. The girls were excited. The next two hours were fun. I bought make up and perfume for the girls. I bought necklaces, earrings and a belly chain for both of them. They asked for and got many varieties of dildos including the wind up vibrating ones. I also had metal links locked on to their wrists and ankles. I also bought an item they did not ask for- gags for their mouths. I needed to get them back to the boat before night.
As we neared the pier, both girls stopped and started pulling me back. I could hear the muffled screams in their mouths and the look of fear in their eyes. Now what?
I ordered them to kneel, which they did in one swift motion. They are used to hearing that order. I unlocked the gag in Sandy’s mouth.
“Slave, explain your behavior.”
“Master I do not want to go on your boat. It is horrible!” Sandy started crying.
I did not understand what she was saying. Then I noticed that ahead of me was a large ocean going ship. They thought it was my ship! It was also filthy, covered with rust and smelled. The girls were expecting a large ship.
I told them that it wasn’t my ship. They seemed greatly relieved. I led them down the pier a short ways and then showed them my boat.
“It is such a cute boat!” said Sandy.
“I love small boats. They are so cozy.” said Lola with a giggle.
“Master, may we sing on the way to the boat?”
“Does that include, “Men are my masters, I will obey them all?”
“Yes, Master, I never tire of singing that song!”
I gently put the two singers in the rowboat and rowed out to our river boat. The girl’s hands were still tied behind their backs. They **** a few cheerful tunes together. I am not sure what the titles were. They both **** “Men are my masters, I will obey them all” as we arrived at the ship. I picked up Lola and handed her to one the guys on boat, and then Sandra. Girls like being picked up and carried.
As they lay on the deck, we pulled up the screen on the sides to give us some privacy. Since I banged Sandy, it was Lola’s turn. The three guys shot dice to determine who would bang her first. Sandy would give each guy a kiss and stroke their manhood. She was good at that. Even slave Daisy enjoyed a *********** on girl action with Lola. I was soon aroused and plugged it into Lola. A few hours later the guys took turns banging Sandy.
It was night. I took Sandy to bed with me while the other guys took Lola to their quarters. I was looking forward to the next day.



That night I heard gun shots. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a shot gun. Slave Sandy rolled under the bed. To my surprise, I saw Lola with one of the small caliber rifles shooting at a target in the water. She was naked except for her iron collar, a bandoleer across her chest and leg irons on her ankles. I do not remember locking them on her. With her were Dave and Charlie. They would throw out a can or a bottle and Lola would shoot at it, usually hitting it. Dave explained to me that while they were on watch Lola joined them. After they banged her, she told them that her father taught her how to shoot when she grew up on a farm. So they gave her a rifle at let her shoot at targets in the water. I took away the rifle and told them to put her back into the slave pen.