Recovery, and an unusual offer

Sunee and Damsel sat in the locker rooms, recovering. Sunee was disappointed that the black girl wouldn't be joining her collection but she wasn't the sort to hold a grudge, and in fact she'd developed a lot of respect for Damsel. So much so that she'd lent two of her slaves to damsel to help her recuperate. Sunee herself enjoyed the attentions of two slaves as well.

One ****, a tall redheaded girl, held an icepack to Sunee's swollen black eye and, to distract her from her aches and pains, the armbindered Chichi knelt between Sunee's thighs fucking her with a dildo gag. As she pleasured her mistress Chichi was made to slide up and down a massive pink dildo that was jammed up her butt.

Sunee explained, "When I captured this one, I naturally took possession of all her slaves and all her sex toys. I'm making her assfuck all of her former strapons, one at a time. It'll take a while, because she had 117 of them, with a combined length of just over 80 feet of rubber, metal and wooden cocks. I counted. She used to get off on humping people with them; now she's got to take the lot in the most humiliating way possible."

Damsel grinned. She'd never really been into slavery and bondage, but suddenly she could understand the appeal. She'd heard of Chichi's reputation and had to admit she deserved every bit of what was happening to her. "Nasty. I like it." she said wickedly. "Whoooh!" she said, eyes widening. The hunky black man between her thighs had just done something extraordinary with his tongue.

Sunee continued, "The girl massaging your shoulders is Emily, who used to wrestle here as well. For a straight girl she sure is a good cunt-licker. She was one of Chichi's, and I think she likes belonging to me more than to her. I'm actually thinking of letting her go. I prefer catching my own slaves to stealing them from others."

Damsel closed her eyes and relaxed. "I could get used to this..." she murmured.

For once Sunee looked awkward. "Erm, yes, well... I wanted to talk to you about that. I'm thinking of establishing a club for **** catchers."

Damsel said, "Huh? What?"

"Collecting is fun, but it's such a lonely sport. There's no real community. It'd be fun to have people you could share stories, compare notes with. Brag to. Maybe swap slaves every now and then."

Damsel chuckled, "And you want me to join your club? I've never captured anyone before, I don't know if I'd want to and I probably haven't got it in me."

"Why not? You're the first person I've met in America that I regard as my equal, and I can tell you'd make a good catcher. You'd keep your collection disciplined without being too cruel and--" Sunee broke off, staring at Chichi. "Did I say you could stop assfucking #23? Did I?" Chichi grumbled incoherently and resumed sliding the dildo in and out of her ass.

"Anyway, I could teach you how to catch them and restrain them. Introduce you to some people who'll sell you equipment at cost. Lend you some stuff while you get established. Think about it. How nice would it be owning a stable of girls and boys who'll do whatever you want, whenever you want it?"

Damsel pondered. Up until a minute ago she'd considered herself a good girl, not someone who could just... own people. But now, feeling the devoted attentions of Emily and the black guy, she was severely tempted.