Purchased as a gift

The Amazons carried Ginger to a **** wagon that would take her to the **** market. Their were two types of **** wagons. The first which was favored by The Amazons was the covered wagon. This type was long and somewhat wide. In this type of wagon slaves were loaded into the wagon while in **** sacks. The cargo would lay side by side in shallow grooves in the wagon's floor with a series of short chains clipped to D-rings on the outside of the sack.

The second was the open air wagon, which was typically favored by the USF. Slaves were usually loaded naked, except for their collars and heels. The key feature to the open air wagon, was the series of poles that protruded from the floor. At the base of the poles a spreader bar would keep a **** girl's legs spread shoulder width apart. On the pole, there was a set of binders that could be moved up and down the pole for **** girl's of varying heights and would keep their hands locked behind their backs. Lastly, placed near the top of the pole was a posture collar that like the wrist binders could be moved up and down the pole to fit women of varying heights. **** girls transported in an open wagon typiclly faced outward towards the on lookers. In either case, a standard size wagon held eight captives.

Ginger was the last to be loaded into the wagon. Her sack was clipped in place, the tailgate raised and the wagon hitched to a hover truck before two Amazons got into the truck and left the embassy for the market.

Two hours later, Ginger stood on a stage in the **** market as a crowd of potential masters and mistresses bid on her. Ginger was amazed, in her old life, she had never imagined she'd be a **** girl. Much less a highly desired **** girl. the bidding for her had started at two hundred gold pieces, it was now over two thousand gold pieces. She glanced up at the screen and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw a bid of four thousand appeared. Even the auctioneer appeared to be dumb founded. It was then, she saw the name next to the bid: Alexander Condree.

"Alexander Condree? Does he think he can get more than that by selling me?" she thought to herself. Alexander Condree was a well known member of The USF. He was a highly successful slaver with one of the largest private collections of **** girls in New L.A.

"Going once, going twice... SOLD!" The auctioneer said excitedly.

Ginger was taken from the stage by two men who, following Alexander's orders took her to her new masters limo. Once there they secured her to one of the side bench seats with binders that had been built into it. Not long after they left, Alexander entered the limo and sat on the back bench seat not saying a word to Ginger.

"Javier, you know where to go," he said into the phone to the driver.

An hour earlier, eighteen year old year old Maxwell Condree returned home to his Beverly Hills mansion, well, his parents mansion.The slaving business had been good to his family over over the last two centuries. His ancestors had been among the first **** hunters and sellers. His father Thorsten made his living as a **** broker. Someone who managed the **** pens of their clients buying and selling beautiful girls to meet his clients' individual needs and desires. He was considered one of the best brokers in the world, which meant he was expensive.

Then of course there was his Uncle Alexander. As good as his father was at buying and selling slaves, his uncle was just as good at capturing them. Whether they were runaways that had somehow managed to escape their master or mistress' pen, or convincing a fee woman to wear a collar.

"What a great day!" he thought to himself as he walked towards the front door of the mansion. Finally being eighteen meant he was allowed out of the decency zones, and to finally see his parents' **** girls in proper **** attire. Every school kid knew what **** girls were for by the time they were no older than twelve years old, however, minors were not permitted to use a **** girl or see then in any state of undress. To celebrate his birthday, he his girlfriend Cassie and some of their friends of age went to a nearby Free Use Park and made use of several of the **** girls their masters and mistresses had left their under the supervision of The New L.A. City Guard in some cases as punishment, and others as reward.

"Ah, welcome home and Happy Birthday, Master Max!" Bridget one of his parents slaves said in greeting as he walked in. She was a long time **** of his father's. He had taken ownership of Bridget before he had met his mother. While she was nearly fifty, she still looked as she did in her early twenties. She was a five foot tall (without six inch heels) blonde with pale blue eyes and DD breast that looked absolutely massive on her other wise small frame. Having faithfully served and obey her parents for so long, she was one of the few slaves that did not usually wear a gag. She was currently dressed as a French Maid with a short black satin skirt with white lace trim, a matching half bra, and a small white lace apron. Her legs were covered in sheer black stockings held up by a white garter belt under her skirt.

"Thank you Bridget," he said with a smile as he began to fondle and then slap her large breasts.

"Would you like me to suck your cock Master Max? Or would you like to use my cunt or asshole?" she asked as he continued to play with her breasts.

"Hmm, that's a tough pick. But, since I technically am a new master for you," he said as he reached around her with his right hand and lifted her skirt exposing her firm ass. Bridget smiled at her young master but before things could progress any further the sound of a ringing bell interrupted them.

"Sorry Master Max, I need to go tend to Mistress," she said before curtsying to her young master and heading off to the living room where his mother Elizabeth awaited.

Just as Max began walking towards his room the doorbell rang and an instant later, he heard the clicking of heels and from the direction of the kitchen another **** girl, this one a brunette with light brown hair in nothing but an apron emerged from the kitchen and opened the door. Max smiled when he saw his Uncle Alex walk in with a beautiful red-headed **** girl in a yellow satin skirt with black lace trim and matching half bra.

"Hi, Uncle Alex, new ****?"

"Actually she's your's kiddo. Happy Birthday," he said as he handed him the working end of Ginger's leash.

"Wow, thanks Uncle Max, was she one of your's?"

"Your welcome and actually I bought her this morning when I went to the market and sold a batch. Honestly I didn't think I was going to find a **** girl pretty enough for my favorite nephew."

"I'm your only nephew," Max laughed. It was a joking exchange he and his uncle had done since he was a kid. "You want to come in for a drink or something?"

"Wish I could, but, I have to get back to the office. I have a shipment of former members of W.A.A.M due in this evening. If you want come down to my office on Monday, you can work with me for the summer if you like."

"Thanks, I might just do that."

"Happy Birthday again. See you soon Max."

"Yeah, thanks again Uncle Alex," Max said before his uncle left and he took Ginger up to his room. "What's your name?" he asked after removing her gag.

"My previous mistress called me Ginger, Master."

"And what were you called before her?"

"My given name was Rachael, Master."

"I like that, Rachael," he said with a smile as he replaced her gag. "Okay, Rachael," he said as he patted his lap. Smiling behind her gag at having her name back Rachael draped herself across her new master's lap. Max lifted her skirt, not that a **** girl's skirt covered anything when she was bent over or across someone's lap.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Max began giving Rachael her ceremonial first spanking. With each swat the lovely red-head was learning that her young master knew how to spank hard. A knock at his door

"Master Max, may I come in?" Bridget asked from the other side of the door.

"Come in Bridget," he answered as he continued to spank Rachel.

"Oh, I'm sorry Master Max," she said as she entered and saw the red-head taking her first spanking.

"It's okay Bridget. Rachael, stand up and kneel over there," he said as he pointed to a spot on the floor to his left. Rachel quickly obeyed her new master. "Bridget, I think you've been looking forward to this," he said as he pat his lap.

"I only wish to serve you properly and faithfully Master Max," she said with a smile as she lowered herself over his lap.

"I'll just bet," he said with a smile of his own as he began spanking her. It didn't take long before Bridget was squealing and her ass was a bright red. "Both of you, come suck my cock," he ordered after letting Bridget up and taking out his hard cock.

Both slaves quickly obeyed, each licking up and down one side of his cock before Bridget took him deep into her well practiced mouth and Rachael began to lick, suck on, and gently squeeze his balls.

Max was in heaven as they two skilled slaves all but worshipped his cock. Try as he might he couldn't keep his orgasm from boiling up. "Cheek to cheek, mouths open!" Bridget and Rachael quickly obeyed and soon after their faces were covered in a bountiful load of their master's hot sticky cum. "Clean each other up, and swap my cum."

"Yes Master," they said together as they began to lick each other's faces, then kiss once the cum was off of their faces.

Another knock on the door preceeded his father walking in his room. "Happy Birthday, Max. I see Bridget is helping you celebrate. Who do we have here?" He asked as he motioned to Rachael.

"Rachael is a gift from Uncle Alex."

"Ah, well I have a gift waiting for you out back when you are done here," Thorsten said with a smile.

"Swallow," Max ordered and they obeyed. "Bridget i'm sure you have other duties to get back to," he continued as he tethered Rachael's leash to the ring in the wall. The lovely red-head instantly moved her feet shoulder width apart and bent forward offering herself for use.

A few minutes later, father and son walked into the **** pen and Thorsten led Max past the three dozen holding cells, each capable of holding two **** girls, and into the discipline area. Maxes eyes went wide with shock.

There, tied naked and gagged between two metal poles was Danielle Watson. A classmate of his whom was openly critical of the enslavement of women since her father sold her mother about three years ago.

"Well well well," he said as he fondled the dark haired girl's large C cup breasts. "Looks like running your mouth about 'the sexual oppression of slaves' has landed you in hot water. Just like our teachers all said. Uh, hey Dad, where is her collar?"

"Oh I thought you would like to convince her to wear one."

"I'd love to," Max said with an evil smile. "I don't suppose you'd just obey if I just put one on you now?"

"Uh uh," Danielle grunted into her gag, looking at him with hate in her eyes and shaking her head.

"Well then I guess I will have to convince you. Hmm so many options, which to choose?"