Sonya sat quietly on the hard chair in the outer office for The Company. The shouting coming from the next room was not clear, but she heard the Martine pleading and the other voice saying expressions like "putting a slave in danger" and "irresponsibility."
The office door flew open and Martine walked over to her. "You are going to be resettled with another owner, sonya. I am sorry that I put you in danger." Then she flew out the door.
Sonya looked up at the man standing in the doorway. "Well, little one," he said. "It's off to the training barracks for you." Seeing sonya's frown, he quickly added, "It's only for a night or two, just until we can set up a new auction for you. If that is what you wish. As you know, the danger that Martine put you in releases you from your contract with us and you would be entitled to a portion of the money from the sale – not all of it of course, because you failed to serve the full five years."
"Sir," sonya whispered. "I wish to fulfill my agreement with you. Please resell me."
Jonathan Hargrove smiled. He had trained this one himself – not that there was much to train. She took to slavery like no other he had ever seen. She was so pliable and so obedient to anyone using her. She loved to give pleasure.
It was the next week when the auction for sonya arrived. She had been pampered and used well by Jonathan and others on his staff. She was glowing when she led out onto the stage. The lights blinded her again this as when she had been bought by Martine. Sonya wondered who would buy her this time and where would she end up.
She only knew that a male voice had purchased her. She remembered the voice from her inspection before the sale when she had been blindfolded. The hands attached to voice had been cruel – using latex gloves to force four fingers deep in her ass and asking Mr. Hargrove if her ass had ever been fisted.
Sonya was given a sedative and put into a travel cage after she fell asleep. A calm slave was better for transport. She was kept unconscious until she arrived at her new home. The first thing she heard was two men arguing.
"What the hell are doing bringing a fucking cunt into my home?" the high pitched voice shouted.
The one who bought her was trying to calm down the other man, with little success. "Babe, they only had cunts at the sale and I knew you wanted a new pet. You can train her to cook and clean just how you like it. And you know you love your cock sucked. You can make her do that. And Hargrove tells me we can train her to be a toilet whore."
The two men approached her cage. "Well, she is awfully scrawny. I just don't know how much work she can do."
"Babe, I am sure that stupid fucking bitch Martine used her for chores."
