Master ended up buying four slaves that day, Fucktoy included. Letitia, which didn't surprise Fucktoy, she was one of the best sluts in town after all. Another submissive girl named Clara, that Fucktoy didn't know too well. And a free woman named Synthia, who Fucktoy didn't know at all. Master proceeded to strip them naked, and since he had already inspected them before, he simply snapped his fingers and restraints just like Fucktoy had appeared around their wrists and ankles. Collars fastened themselves around their necks, and Fucktoy could see the little piercings glimmering above their cunts.
It would have been a decadent sight, four naked girls with slave collars on, lined up and ready to be shipped off to their new home. If it wasn't for the fact that the free woman turned slave was completely balling her eyes out. Fucktoy could understand her. She hadn't been part of the subs and had probably not planned to offer herself up for sale. Fucktoy trusted her Master and knew he must have a good reason. It was a bit naive, she knew, but Fucktoy couldn't help it. There was just something about him, and considering what he had done for her, she had good reason.
Fucktoy's price had been paid to the city, as she was an orphan. But the others were paid to their parents. When Master had announced that he would be buying Synthia, father and daughter both had protested vehemently. The mother seemed oddly calm. Perhaps she knew that her daughter would make a good slut. The father got more agreeable when he saw the chest filled with gold coins he would be receiving for his daughter. A Tearfilled goodbye followed, with both parents embracing their daughter in turn. Fucktoy hoped that Synthia would get to visit her parents once in a while, at least after her training was complete. Such love shouldn't be squandered.
"Insatiable," Master said, and the slave looked at him.
"Yes, Master."
"Comfort the poor dear, won't you?" He said and gestured to the inconsolable Synthia.
"With pleasure," insatiable answered, almost eagerly. She sauntered up to the naked slave, and with a look to her Master, Synthia's bracelets forced her hands off her face and clicked them together behind her back. They were now stuck there like Fucktoy's own hands. It was oddly appealing to see how the girl tried and failed to get out of her bonds. The way she squirmed and how her naked tits jiggled. Synthia nearly fell, but Insatiable caught her.
"There there, little slave. There's no need to cry. I've got you," the slave in the red dress said soothingly as Synthia cringed away from her, trying to escape her hold. Even if her arms had been free, she would have had little hope of extricating herself. Fucktoy knew how strong Insatiable was, and unless Synthia were some sort of hidden powerhouse, she wouldn't get away anytime soon.
"Let me go, I'm not supposed to be a, aiiiiieeeh," Synthia shrieked, and her pelvis gyrated as if to try and shake the little piercing off that was intensely vibrating against her clit. The buzzing stopped eventually, and Synthia breathed heavily, laying still in Insatiable's arms.
"That's better, slave. Now, I'm going to spank this fine ass," Insatiable put her hands on Synthia's butt cheeks and squeezed roughly. Synthia grimaced in fear and looked like she would start fighting again when Insatiable surprised her by kissing her. Their lips locked, and Synthia froze. She frowned in confusion but soon could do nothing but melt into the other slave's strong embrace. It turned into a heated makeout session, and the naked and bound slave almost seemed to be competing for dominance with the dressed one. In Syntia's bound state, she could do little to impede Insatiable's roaming hands. They ran slowly over her smooth skin to caress her naked breasts and to probe her wet cunt.
"Do not worry, slave. All of Master's property turns out to be great sluts in the end," Insatiable said as she broke off the kiss, two fingers pumping rapidly in and out of Synthia's pussy. The naked slave whined like a puppy at the loss of contact between their lips, pressing herself harder against the invading fingers. She protested even more as the fingers were removed from her wet fuck hole.
"None of that now, slut," Insatiable warned and gave a couple of light slaps to Synthia's pussy. "I'll be paying plenty of attention to this wet cunt as I spank you, and if you take it like a good girl, I may let you cum." Insatiable promised, and Synthia nodded reluctantly. "Good girl," Insatiable smiled and pressed herself into the restrained girl's side. She had her arch her back, so her ass stuck out more. Insatiable stroked the naked slave's pussy with one hand and brought her other hand down on her ass, resounding in a loud smack. Fucktoy sighed at the display, it looked like everyone except her would receive a spanking today.
"While Insatiable takes care of that, let's get on with naming you," Master said, but Fucktoy's attention was riveted to the slave receiving her spanking. Her tits jiggled beautifully as she flinched every time she received a blow. She moaned and whined continuously as Insatiable teased her pussy throughout the spanking, and she struggled to keep her ass out to make a good target for the blows as she squirmed. "I might spank you later, but only if your good, Fucktoy." Master said knowingly, and her attention snapped to him.
"What, Master," She said distractedly, and he chuckled at her.
"Come here," he ordered, and Fucktoy trotted over to him as he stood beside Letitia. She was preening herself before Master, presenting herself in the best way possible, but seemed to grow embarrassed as Fucktoy arrived. She blushed furiously and refused to meet Fucktoy's eyes, looking down at the ground. "Why don't you help me name this one?" Master asked and gestured towards Letitia.
"I'll do as you say, Master. But why? it is your slave after all," Fucktoy asked. Why would he let the slaves name each other? That would defeat the whole point, wouldn't it?
"Let's just say that it would please me, and I may or may not use it depending on what you come up with, Fucktoy," he said with a fond smile at her. So it was a test, then she better take this seriously. Letitia was, well, she was everything Fucktoy had always admired and wanted to be. She had nice perky tits that would be more than enough to fill any man's hand and then some, with big pointed nipples that begged to be sucked and played with just by looking at them.
She had a slim waist and wide hips, giving her a delicious hourglass figure. Her ass was to die for, and Fucktoy wished she had had a better view of her spanking so she could have watched those cheeks jiggle. For now, she contented herself with admiring their redness as she walked around Letitia, doing her own inspection. She had long legs, but they were a bit skinny as Master had indicated, something Fucktoy had never noticed before.
If Fucktoy were exceptionally vengeful, she could have suggested Chickenlegs, an incredibly cruel and unsexy name. Would that please her Master, though? She thought not. Surely he wanted something degrading but also arousing at the same time. Being so vindictive would only prove that Fucktoy's previous life still held power over her, still controlled her. She just wanted to leave it all behind, and she couldn't muster any anger as she watched the other slave, only regret. At one time, she would have loved the chance to put Letitia down a peg or two, but not now. They were to be slave sisters, supposed to care for each other. No, Fucktoy would not start this new life of hers with anger, so she moved on from the cruel name.
