A Slave for Tracy
Part 5
Next morning Sarah, in her prison tunic, her hands chained, and Tracy set
of to visit cousin Frederica. At Aunt Freda's urging they summoned an auto-cab
to take them to the address Aunt Elizabeth gave them. As they watched the
passing scenery Tracy commented to Sarah, "Yesterday was a lovely afternoon. I
suppose there wont be many more like it this year, will there?"
"Why not?" asked Sarah in surprise.
"Isn't winter coming on? Won't it be to cold soon?"
"No. In fact it will get no colder then it is now except on wet days.
Winter days here are usually only cold when it rains or is real overcast."
"How come?"
"We are in the tropics of this planet, you know. It only gets really cold
at the poles. Because of this planets orbit and size the temperature is pretty
mild. You will be wearing light clothing all year round on this planet Tracy."
"I see. Well, glad I was wrong, then. And it looks like we've arrived."
*And its safe for slaves to be displayed year-round in the nude, I guess.*
They entered by a side entrance to a large building displaying the logo
"Frederica's". On identifying themselves to the clerk at the desk a door was
opened and the two women were shown into a large modestly furnished office where
two women awaited them. The older one was sitting behind a desk while the
younger was in a chair in front of the desk. Tracy froze as she recognized the
younger woman as Detective Davis who had interviewed her over the destruction of
school canteen furniture. Beside her Tracy heard a gasp of recognition from
Sarah. Tracy tore her eyes from the smiling pair to look at her friend, whose
face showed Sarah was going through the same shock of recognition Tracy was. It
was Detective Davis who spoke first.
"I take it you have both recognized me! And no. I am not undercover,
girls. I am one police officer who has never been sent undercover into a
brothel. Tracy, Sarah, permit me to introduce my mother, Frederica Davis. Mum
this is Sarah Dutton who killed her sisters rapist and was rewarded with a black
collar for her trouble and Tracy Wilson, cousin Joyce's daughter. She is Sarah's
school handler and eer.. friend who cousin Elizabeth brought here from Nexus
after her family was killed."
"You are both very welcome here girls," Frederica Davis stood up and came
round from behind her desk to offer her hand. "Tracy I am very sorry at your
loss." Tracy found Frederica's handshake firm. "And Sarah your treatment by the
authorities puzzles me. How come defending your sister suddenly became a
crime?"
Sarah hesitated and bit her lip. She glanced at Tracy who replied, "Cousin
Frederica is this office safe to talk in?"
Frederica Davis looked surprised, "You fear bugs? No need, This office is
checked regularly. Why do you ask?"
Tracy nodded to Sarah who replied, "M'am Ms Elizabeth says there is a
possibility that the man whom I killed was a distant relation to the Adamsdale
clan."
"Ahhhh..... I see. Strange though. I would never have thought that Gregory
would have protected a rapist, though. He has three children, and one daughter
would be about your sisters age Sarah. I wonder why? Perhaps I'll ask him next
time he is on the Island. Still. Can't do anything about it now. I asked you
here, Tracy initially to meet my cousin whose mother was my favourite playmate
as a child. Elizabeth also said you were having trouble accepting some of our
ways. Especially in the sexual sense. She and Freda suggested you may benefit
from a tour of the facilities here. What do you think?"
"I .. I would very much like to see what you have here, Cousin Frederica.
Are you sure it is alright though? We are both only 15."
"15 is the age of consent here Tracy," answered Detective Davis.
"Oh!."
"Kerry here will give you the tour then. I'll catch up with you later. I'm
expecting a business call at any moment otherwise I'd be with you. And I'm
sorry my eldest daughter isn't here to meet you also, but she will be here later
today. Off you go then." Kerry Davis opened another door and waved Sarah and
Tracy through.
Tracy and Sarah found themselves taken to a lift which took them up one
level. They stepped out into a hall with many sliding doors, each with a number
on it. On each door was an electronic sign saying either "READY" or "ENGAGED"
Most seemed to be engaged.
"This floor and the one above, that is levels one and two, are where we
supply our 'Relief Services', girls. By that I mean the sex services supplied
here are purely for sexual or tension relief. Most of the customers on this
floor and the next one simply seek to relieve the stress of their job or their
lifestyle. There is little if any romance or love here. Each of the booths here
contain a sex worker who is usually a slave - either a vol-slave or a
crim-slave. In each booth the slave is secured in a peculiar way so it can give
the one service it is supposed to give for this shift. Look here."
Kerry produced a electronic key and slid it into a slot on a door showing
READY, unlocked it and slid open the booth door. Inside was a low table on
which was strapped a naked woman. She was fastened kneeling on the table her
head to the far wall and her knees tucked under her so that her buttocks were
high in the air. There was a wide strap across her shoulders, her head lay near
the end of the table, her hands were shackled to the side of the table and her
legs were fastened apart so that she was open and ready to be used by whoever
entered the booth.
Sarah and Tracy peered in and took in the sight silently. "How long does
she stay like this," asked Sarah.
"A shift lasts two hours. Then they rest an hour after they are put in
another booth in a different arrangement to serve in a different way." Kerry
closed the door. they continued on until the next booth marked READY. Again
Kerry slid open the door. This booth didn't have a table. A naked woman sat on a
stool her wrists shackled to a bar fastened to a rope which ran up into to the
ceiling. There was a panel on the wall with two buttons marked UP and DOWN.
"Here we have a suspension booth," continued Kerry, "The customer can adjust the
height for himself or herself. Hello Doris, how is it going this morning?"
"Quiet so far Ms Kerry, I've just come on though," replied the woman. Tracy
noted she wore a brown prison collar. Kerry reached out and stroked the woman's
cheek. Tracy saw that the slave lent into the caress eagerly and stared up at
Kerry in adoration.
"OK then We'll leave you to it then. I'll see you later Doris," Kerry
closed the door. "Would you believe I actually arrested her for selling drugs.
After she was cleaned up and dried out she was actually grateful to me for
arresting her. The judge gave her two years for possession and she pleaded to me
to let her serve this house so I asked mum to buy her lease."
"I think she likes you, Ms Davis," said Sarah smiling. Kerry smiled back.
The next booth Kerry opened had a man strapped down as the first one had
been -shoulders strapped to the table, knees tucked under his waist so that his
buttocks were high. The next booth had a man on the floor, bound in a kneeling
position, his hands behind his back and a strap running from a belt round his
waist to rings in the floor on each side of him. "He is ready to serve a
customer -male or female- with his mouth," explained Kerry.
As they moved on a booth ahead of them opened and a tall woman in a
business suit stepped out and strode of down the corridor, leaving the door
open. Tracy and Sarah peered in and both gasped. A male slave was hanging from
the ceiling by his wrists his back covered in dozens of red marks from a whip.
He was groaning quietly and was startled when he suddenly felt the floor under
his feet again as Kerry lowered him. At the same time there were footsteps in
the corridor and two women in overalls entered the booth. Kerry glanced up at
them. "Good. You were quick. Carry on." She stepped aside as the two women bent
over the moaning man. One woman began to spray his back with something while the
other tilted his head back and opened his mouth. She removed what Tracy realised
was a gag. Tracy noted that neither of these women wore chains or collars. The
women began to walk the man out of the booth.
"Where is he being taken," asked Sarah quietly.
"To a bed to recover. He was sprayed with painkiller and will get more if
needed. Later he will be rubbed with Fastfix cream and will be free of those
marks and ready for duty in about two hours."
"How can someone get pleasure out of whipping someone else?" asked Sarah.
"Well firstly that woman wasn't after pleasure, she was after a relief from
her frustrations due to either a bad business circumstance or a troubled
marriage. Probably the latter as it is so early in the day. Frustrated
executives usually appear in the afternoon after business meetings fail or
promotions are denied."
"That poor man," said Tracy
"Oh! I wouldn't be so quick to say that," replied Sarah with a grin.
"Ah. You saw it to, Sarah,"
"Yes M'am"
"Saw what," demanded Tracy.
"His ejaculation on the back wall," grinned Sarah.
"Oh!"
"Are all the booths soundproofed M'am?" asked Sarah as Tracy absorbed this.
"Yes, all of them."
In the next booth a woman was strapped to a table on her back her legs
spread wide, her cunt open and ready. "Some men simply want a quick fuck,"
explained Kerry.
"Assuming the customer knows what he or she wants, how do they know which
booth to come to?" asked Tracy, "Or do your staff have to show them?"
"When they come in they go to the computerised cashier, select what they
want from the touch-screen and when they pay, their receipt is also their key.
It shows the booth number and will only open that booth," explained Kerry. "That
way people have their privacy. Well now you know what sort of services we
supply on this floor and the one directly above.. There are some other different
arrangements for different services but the basic idea is the same. There are
some 150 booths over the two floors. On the third level we have the more
expensive arrangements. Probably the sort of set-ups you were expecting." Kerry
led the way to a lift which took them to the third level. There Tracy and Sarah
were shown small but comfortable 'bedrooms' each complete with bathroom
facilities and small refrigerators stocked with drinks. All were unoccupied.
"These rooms will start to fill up in the late afternoon," said Kerry, "On the
fourth floor are a few exclusive suites complete with saunas and a small
swimming pool."
"You know," said Sarah suddenly, "This all seems like a supermarket of sex.
Each booth is like an item on the shelves. in a shop. Does that sound silly to
you?"
"Not really," replied Kerry, "In a sense that is what it is. -she paused-
There is one more level and it is on the lower-ground floor. The Dungeon. Do you
want to see it?"
"Sure, replied Tracy.
"Yes, please," said Sarah.
"This way then," Kerry headed back to the lift. "However understand you
won't see much there now as it is early. What you may see will be training
sessions for slaves."
The lift took them down and they stepped out into a dimly lit alcove. Kerry
took them out into a courtyard like arrangement. There were odd looking posts
and frames scattered about. One post had a board at the top with three holes in
it. Tracy wondered what it was. Along the sides were different buildings. All
painted to look like they were built of stone and coloured a grey-brown colour.
"Have you ever seen inside a torture chamber girls?"
"No," they chorused.
"This way then." Kerry led the way into a building which was dimly lit but
the girls could see the chains and shackles hanging from the walls and ceiling.
At one end of the room was an odd wooden frame with chains dangling from each
corner and an odd arrangement of wooden spikes sticking out in a circular
fashion.
"What's that there?," asked Sarah, pointing.
"A rack," answered Kerry, "Come and look."
As they approached it Kerry explained, "The slave to be tortured is placed
in the rack and then that wheel is turned to stretch him or her. The pain is
awful, yet some people love it." Kerry looked at Sarah. "Are you into pain,
Sarah?"
"No," replied Sarah, "I hate the idea of pain. But I do understand that
others get something out of it. But aren't you afraid you will one day go to
far. Maybe kill or maim someone for life?"
"There is that danger," agreed Kerry, "But we haven't killed anyone here
yet. We did kill a man on the Island one time but he was a black coll... Oh
Hell... I'm sorry Sarah." Kerry's face was red.
"That's alright," said Sarah stiffly as Tracy slid her arm around her and
hugged her tightly.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment, then Tracy tried to change
the subject. "What is that pillar outside for, the one with the three holes in
the board on the top?"
"That is a pillory. You stand in front of it, half the board hinges up and
your head and hands go into the holes and the board is locked in place. I
understand it is an old form of public punishment used in the medieval times on
Earth."
"Not very nice," commented Tracy, "What do you have in the other
buildings?"
"Other torture equipment and also the holding cells." They crossed to the
next building. Here there were several small cells two of which were occupied.
In one cell was a man, naked but for a brown collar who, upon seeing them
approach, leapt to the door. "Open this door, someone. You, woman open this
door, I demand you let me out of here. My sentence is up, I tell you."
"Does his lease belong to you? asked Tracy.
"Yes. He was purchased years ago by mother. He has been troublesome from
the start. But he really does know how to give blow jobs and his butt is well
shaped so mother has kept him. When he goes into a rage like this we just put
him into a cell and leave him for a few days until he calms down."
"My sentence is finished I tell you." shouted the man.
"What was your sentence, sir," asked Tracy politely.
"Twenty years for a crime I didn't commit," snapped the man, "open this
door, girl. NOW."
"I don't like his attitude," said Sarah thoughtfully.
"As for his claim," said Tracy, "His collar could show if he is up for
release. Trouble is, he is so violent I wouldn't want to go in the cell with him
unless he is tied down."
"I agree," said Kerry, "I'll check the files when we get back to the
office." They moved on to the next occupied cell. In it was a woman, sitting
quietly on the shelf bed that stretched the length of one side of the cell. She
was naked but for her brown collar.
Tracy gasped. "Graham,"
"Yes Ms Tracy."
"How come you know this slave Tracy?" asked Kerry in surprise.
"We met in unusual circumstances," answered Tracy, "On my first visit to
Robinvale, a girl was bash up and her leg broken by a gang in the prison led by
Graham, here. Aunt Freda had the group strapped over barrels and flogged. She
was short one flogger since the other staff were at lunch so I flogged one of
them. Aunt Freda flogged this one. I didn't know Graham had been leased. Has she
been any trouble?"
"Some, that's why she is here. She has a good face and figure so we thought
she would work in the booths but she gives to much trouble and upsets the
customers so she is now a dungeon slave. That means she now is a slave the doms
can hire to take their frustrations out on with the whip or the rack, which is
why she is here. We are expecting a regular dom who comes every Monday about
now. This dom prefers the dungeon atmosphere to the booth and likes to dress up
for the flogging."
"How do you feel about this Graham?"
"I hated the idea at first, Ms Tracy but after that first flogging by your
Aunt I started to like it. Now I love it, I usually get at least two orgasms out
of each flogging."
"I see. So your actually happy here?"
"Oh, yes Ms Tracy. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Good luck then Graham."
"And you to Ms Tracy."
As they moved away from the cells Tracy shook her head. "That really was a
surprise."
"It's not uncommon though," commented Kerry
"What is this, please," asked Sarah indicating a flat circular disk on the
ground supported by a central spindle and clearly made to rotate. There were
several sets of straps attached to it.
"It's known as the wheel," replied Kerry, "Several slaves can be fastened
to it in various positions and the wheel rotated at various speeds. The flogger
can then whip the slaves as they come round to him or her. Sometimes there is
more than one flogger. standing around the wheel. It's quite a sight I assure
you."
"Wow! Sounds incredible," said Sarah.
"I cant understand how people can get pleasure out of pain like that
though," commented Sarah, "Especially those who hurt their own family. You know,
wife bashers and such. We have some at school. We call them 'Saddists'. They
treat their crims cruelly. "
Kerry nodded. "I've seen the results of some of those people's work. My
partner and I answered a disturbance call last week. The neighbours were worried
about the screaming coming from next door. And there was screaming too. We found
a crim-slave practically flogged to death. Hanging from a chain in the garage.
He's still in hospital. The family, or at least the woman claimed she was simply
disciplining the slave for failing to obey orders. Thing is the order he was
refusing to obey was to NOT get into bed with the woman's teenage daughter. The
woman was angry he preferred the daughter over her. The daughter had ordered the
slave to join her in bed, you see. There was no husband."
Tracy pointed to a device they were passing. It seemed to consist of one
wooden frame set in between two pillars. "What is this Kerry?"
That's a whipping frame. The slave is fastened by the wrists and ankles and
then the frame can be tilted at various angles for the whipping. Well, girls
that is about all there is to see here. We might as well head back."
As they headed back through the Dungeon Kerry also pointed out the storage
sheds and extra cells which were at this moment being filled with slaves. As
they returned to the first set of cells, Tracy saw Graham being led out of her
cell and taken over to a whipping post. A woman awaited her. She was dressed in
what Tracy recognized was a Dominatrix costume of black leather bikini shorts
and brief top, gauntlets and high black boots. In her right hand was a whip. She
waited impatiently as Graham was fastened in place, her hands secured to the top
of the whipping frame, her wrists spread apart. The woman slowly circled the
secured figure, looking her over carefully. When she was standing in front of
Graham, Tracy saw the woman reach into a pouch on her belt and fasten whatever
she had there to Graham's breasts or nipples.
"What is she doing?" queried Sarah, quietly.
"Placing on nipple clamps, I think," replied Kerry.
"Sounds nasty," commented Tracy.
"They can be painful, yes. But even worse is the damage they can cause if
torn roughly off the nipple. Bad treatment can actually ruin a nipple, Sarah."
"What do they look like?" asked Sarah curiously.
"I'll show you some in the shop. That's our next stop. This way." Kerry led
the way back to the lift.
Thy stepped out of the lift into a lift lobby at one side of the main
entrance. Customers were lining up at the touch screens and selecting their
desired service. Kerry led them through another entrance into a shop area. It
was a shop selling sex toys and erotic clothing and book chips. Tracy was
amazed. She turned to Kerry. "I heard these shops existed on Nexus but quietly,
you know? usually in upper levels with no street entrance. Not openly like
this."
Kerry nodded, "It's different here, Tracy. Go on have a look around." The
girls did so, gazing at the leather gear, boots capes gauntlets, the huge array
of wipes canes and paddles, shackles and collars. In another section was a large
range of dildos of different sizes and shapes. Also love beads and other erotic
toys Tracy noticed Sarah was fascinated with the dildos. "Interested, honey? I
hadn't realised you liked that idea. Which one do you think you would like me to
slide inside you?"
"Ooo.. er... Well this one actually, Tracy, its long but not to big. And
look its got a double end for you to."
"Ok, We'll take it." Tracy reached into her belt-pouch to get her cash-card
but a voice behind them said quietly. "It's yours."
"Oh... But I cant..." Tracy turned to find herself facing Frederica Davis
and beside her a slightly taller and younger version of herself. Kerry Davis was
standing to one side.
"Yes, you can. Our pleasure. Now I'd like you to meet my other daughter.
Fred this is Tracy and her friend Sarah. Tracy and Sarah shook hands with the
beautiful dark-haired blue eyed woman with the statuesque figure.
"Hello girls, I take it Kerry has given you the tour. Did you like what you
saw?" Frederica Davis junior was an almost carbon copy of her mother, Tracy
decided. She even sounded like her.
"Yes thankyou. It was fascinating," replied Tracy, "Are your other
premise's like this or are they different arrangements?"
"Some of the brothels are the same although this is the biggest one,"
replied Fred Junior, "Then there is the Island."
"What island is that please," asked Tracy.
"Pleasure Island is the full name it goes by but we usually call it the
Island," replied Frederica Senior, "It is a large island about 500 kilometres of
the coast to the east of here. We own it and run it as an exclusive pleasure
club. People have to join the club to use its facilities. Basically the members
go there knowing that their every whim will be catered for wherever possible.
There are slaves by the score -male and female-to serve every whim the members
come up with. Life there is based on the old Greek or Roman lifestyle of
thousands of years ago on old Earth, which was based entirely on slave labour."
"Wow," said Sarah and Tracy together.
"I'll speak to your aunts, Tracy and see if they are ready for another trip
out to the Island yet. It is a while since they were out there. Like to come?"
"Yes please," replied Tracy, "But will Sarah be able to come? She has some
limitations on her movement outside the city."
"I think we can clear that with the prison authorities," smiled Frederica
Junior.
"If you would like to come along, you should be hungry," said Frederica
Senior, "Lunch should be ready by now." She led the way out of the shop.
Tracy and Sarah soon found themselves in a private dinning room off the
managers office, being served by two beautiful maids dressed in traditional
maids outfits with slave chains around their necks and slave shackles on their
wrists and ankles to show their actual status. Both maids had seemed to Tracy to
be a little put out at having to serve Sarah who was in her prison tunic and
with the usual long chain between her hands.
Kerry had also noticed this. "Does Sarah have the chains on at home Tracy?"
"No," replied Tracy, "Only outside the house. A prison rule apparently.
It's why I wish I could get that ministerial ruling changed if it was possible.
Then I could buy Sarah's lease and then Sarah could wear ordinary clothes and
need not wear the chains. She is not a criminal." Tracy reached over and
squeezed Sarah's arm. Sarah smiled wanly at Tracy. She had also noticed the
slaves attitude.
"How many other premises have you in the city M'am?" asked Tracy trying to
change the subject.
"We have three other brothels in the capital, but they are what you would
call 'ordinary brothels'. They are simply the standard bedroom style service, no
booths. The booth system is aimed at the businessman and woman for the most
part. There is also a separate large Dungeon premises for those who like such
services. That premises also offers slave training. A sort of training school
for slaves. A slave owner may buy the lease of a slave, vol or crim and then
bring him or her to us for training. Would you believe Tracy that some people,
male and female actually come to that school and ask to be trained then have us
sell them to a master or mistress?"
"You mean they don't even want a say in who buys them?" gasped Tracy in
astonishment.
"That's right," replied Fred Jnr, "I took a call today from a woman asking
if she could arrange training for her new slave. This woman already has several
slaves and a thriving business and doesn't have the time to train her new slave.
The slave will join the training school tomorrow."
"Were these girls trained at your school?" asked Sarah looking at the maid
who was pouring coffee for Tracy.
"Yes they were," replied Fred Snr.
"This is all so incredible," said Tracy shaking her head, "Isn't there
people who object to all this 'sexual service' business. Who try to stop slavery
and the rest of it on moral grounds?"
"Oh yes," smiled Fred Snr, "There is several groups who are trying to stop
it. But so far we have a much larger support in both the Council and the street.
Most people are happy to see such services legalized. Some object to allowing
slaves to be displayed naked in the streets. But so what? It doesn't hurt anyone
and it either brings in business or in the judicial sense acts as a deterrent."
"Does anyone object to such young people being involved?" queried Tracy,
"Don't you have people saying it's not suitable for fifteen year olds to be
slaves? On Nexus that would be called child molestation."
"The people here are satisfied that fifteen is a suitable consent age, and
while you see younger children in green chains they are rarely seen to object to
their treatment. You understand that those people who take student bonds out are
checked by the Department first. And they know the child could always bring
charges against them later if he or she wanted to. There is no time limitation
on such claims."
"I see."
"Well," smiled Kerry cheerfully, "I must be off. Duty calls. It was nice to
see both again Tracy, Sarah. Next time I may see you on the Island. Bye for now
all," and she was gone.
"Yes I guess we all have work to do," replied Fred Snr, "Tracy, Sarah, it
has been nice meeting you both. I will contact your Aunts, Tracy and see if you
can both spend some time on the Island these holidays." They said their
farewells and Tracy and Sarah found themselves outside the building, Tracy
clutching the bag with the dildo she had been given.
Sarah looked at Tracy. "That was an experience, don't you think?"
"A remarkable one," replied Tracy as they set off down the street.
As they made there way to the bus stop, Sarah gestured towards a small park
they were passing. "This park is named for the leader of the convicts that made
up the first settlers, Tracy. Its called George Adamsdale Park. It has a statue
of him. Like to see it?"
"Sure. Why not," agreed Tracy. They walked through the park entrance. The
statue was in the middle of the grounds, depicting a tall man with a strong
featured face that looked out into the distance. After admiring the figure and
looking around the park the girls left by the way they had come. As they turned
onto the street they found themselves face-to-face with Susie who was heading
towards them with a bulging shopping bag in one hand.
"Susie," squealed Sarah, throwing her chained hands over the girl and
pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her. Releasing her she looked her over
and frowned. "Susie are you all right? You look thin to me. Have you lost
weight? How are things with you?"
It took Susie a minute to get her breath back after Sarah's squeeze but she
answered, "I'm OK I guess. I may have lost weight, I haven't noticed. It's
Mother I'm worried about. She... Oh sorry. Hello Tracy."
"Hi, Susie. Good to see you. Let's go back in here and grab a seat," Tracy
guided Susie and Sarah back into the park and over to a seat. "Now Susie you
were saying you were worried about something."
"Yes. It's Mother. She is sinking deeper into depression. she's worried
about when she has to go to court and what the sentence will be. Her lawyer
hasn't been much help. He has said her sentence could be anything from five to
ten years. Closer to ten he thinks as two men died. And she hasn't said what
will happen to me either. I guess I'll end up in an orphanage or be fostered
out. And not all foster parents are good. I'm scared that I'll be .... be". Both
Sarah and Tracy slipped arms around Susie as she began to sob. After a moment
Susie got herself under control. "Sorry," she muttered, wiping her eyes.
"That's OK, honey," said Tracy. *What a mess. I wonder.. *
"What brought you in to town today, Susie?" queried Sarah to change the
subject.
"Mother wanted some shopping done and I just wanted to get out of the house
for a while. With Mum as she is the place is so miserable," sighed Susie, "What
about you?"
"Well," Sarah looked at Tracy who grinned and nodded, "We have just been to
Frederica's for a look round."
"WHAT? I don't believe you," gasped Susie, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"I don't blame you," replied Sarah, "But it's true. Apparently the Davis
family are related to Tracy's family. We have just been shown around the
facilities there and had lunch with Ms Frederica Davis and her two daughters.
And would you believe that the younger daughter is the police detective that
arrested me? That was a surprise I can tell you."
"Gosh! What was it like in there? Some kids say it's pretty gruesome. Is it
true that it's all dark and everyone wears chains?"
"Tracy and Sarah chuckled. "Well." said Tracy, "The slaves do wear chains,
but the place isn't all dark. Most of it is well lit."
"The only dark area was the dungeon," said Sarah grinning.
"There've got a dungeon there too?" gasped Susie.
"Yep, they sure have," replied Tracy, "Why are you interested in dungeons,
Susie?"
"I... I've sometimes wondered what it must be like to be all chained up and
whipped or canned," admitted Susie, her face red. She hesitated and looked at
Sarah, "Does Tracy keep you chained up?"
"Often," smiled Sarah.
Aren't you afraid of what she will...," Susie suddenly stopped, her face
even redder as she remembered Tracy was there. Sarah just grinned.
"I'm lucky in that respect Susie. I know I can trust Tracy. She does have
full authority over me and I have to obey her, but she isn't one of those nasty
types who are only interested in wielding a whip or paddle and hearing people
scream."
"What about you, Susie? How do you feel about bondage?" Tracy had decided
to be blunt and bring the subject into the open.
"I've been curious for a while now. But I've been to scared to do anything
about it."
"That's understandable, Susie. I knew nothing about it either until I came
here and I sure know now that there is a lot to know. We have barely scratched
the surface. That was sure made clear today, hey Sarah?"
"It sure was."
"Well I suppose I better get going. I've got some frozen stuff here. It was
good to see you both again. Hope I see you again soon, " Susie gave Sarah
another hard hug and a kiss and had a kiss for Tracy as well and set of for
home. Tracy and Sarah headed for home in silence until they were in the main
shopping centre and approaching their bus stop. Then Sarah nudged Tracy and
pointed. A well dressed woman was striding down the mall some distance away. On
a lead were three slave girls all bearing well loaded carry-packs. Each slave
was wearing only a short rap skirt. Their nipples wore nipple clamps each with a
little bell attached that tinkled as they walked. There was a chain running from
one girl's neck to the girl behind. The last girl was also carrying sopping bags
in her hands. Tracy stared, blinked hard then stared again.
"Am I seeing things?"
"If you are that makes two of us," replied Sarah, also staring.
"Then the last slave is Who I think it is."
"Yes. Remember Sharon said her mum had a month to serve. Well, she is
serving there."
"Yes."
"Wonder who her mistress is?"
"I wonder."
The girls headed for the bus. When they got home Tracy found there was
several hours until she could expect her Aunts return. After getting a drink
from Fiona they headed upstairs. There they talked over what had been a very
interesting day while first Tracy removed Sarah's chains then Sarah undressed
Tracy and dressed her in her casual house clothes of shorts and t-shirt, then
divested herself of her own clothing and put all their clothing away. Then she
came and knelt in front of Tracy who was seated on the bed.
"Susie certainly seemed interested in bondage didn't she?" said Tracy, "Had
you noticed that before or is it since...?"
"Since, I think. I don't remember noticing anything like that in her
interests before. I wonder if it is simply a reaction to what Harkins made her
do, or is it her true nature coming out?" Sarah sat back on her heels and looked
up at Tracy as she spoke.
*Damn she looks so beautiful like that.* "I don't know. What I am worried
about though is how will she be treated in an orphanage. She is to pretty for
her to be safe in one if orphanages here are the same as on Nexus. A while back
there was a scandal there when it was discovered one orphanage for girls was
being used as a training school for forced prostitution. They were all being
forced to serve the staff sexually. I hope I'm wrong here but she is to pretty
for her own good. Has she ever shown any interest in girls?"
"Not that I'm aware of. But remember she is at the development age now and
I haven't been there to see."
"True enough." Tracy reached behind her and brought out the bag that was
there. She opened it and shook out its contents. The dildo and an accompanying
small bottle of oil. She examined it, admiring its shape and length and checked
the strap that was to hold it on. She glanced at Sarah and noted that her eyes
were fixed on the dildo. Tracy held it out to Sarah, who took it eagerly and
studied it as Tracy had. "Still want to try it, honey? It's up to you, you
know."
"I know. And yes I want to try it when you're ready."
"I've not asked you before, Sarah. But have you used one of these yourself
before?"
"No never. But I have wondered what it was like. I didn't have the money
for one or I might have got one."
"Have you any sex experience at all before now? With either boys or girls?"
"No. None. You are my first. I went on one date but it never got past the
kissing stage and I found I wasn't all that interested anyway. What about you?"
"The same. I went out on two dates, well one was actually a formal church
ball so nothing happened there. The other was just as you said, didn't get past
the kissing stage since the boy got himself sloshed. I remember I ended up
getting a cab home as I refused to get in his car since he insisted on driving
himself instead of letting the car drive itself and he was in no state to drive.
A good thing too. The next morning his father was calling Dad to represent the
boy. The police had pulled him over and he took a swipe at one of the officers,
so he was up for assaulting police as well as being drunk while driving. Dad
couldn't take the case of course since I was involved. That was the first time I
had to give evidence in court. He got six months and a hefty fine if I remember
rightly."
"If you weren't there when he was arrested why did you have to give
evidence?"
"To confirm what he had been doing and that he was drunk when I left him
and got the cab."
Sarah tilted her head, listening, then glanced at the clock on the bedside
table. "That sounds like Ms Elizabeth. She's early if it is."
"Yes. I guess today's case went quicker than expected." Tracy stiffened and
swept the dildo and the oil bottle back into the bag as the footsteps in the
hallway stopped at their door and there was a knock and the door opened.
"Mind if I come in, girls?" asked Aunt Elizabeth.
"Certainly, Aunt," replied Tracy, sweeping a magazine of a chair for her
Aunt. "Is something wrong?"
Aunt Elizabeth sat down and gazed at the naked Sarah kneeling before her.
"No not wrong. Sarah, I just wanted to let you know immediately. Your mother's
trial has been brought forward. It appears the Hawkins family and their friends
have realised that the evidence is against them and are going to plead guilty.
However they still say your mother was a willing and knowing member of the gang,
Sarah, so she will have to give evidence. Tracy, you had better test out your
Light and have it ready."
Tracy nodded "Has the date been set Aunt?"
"Yes Next Thursday. Your mother will have been told today, Sarah." Aunt
Elizabeth stood up. "I'll leave you to it girls. See you at dinner." The door
closed behind her.
Tracy touched Sarah who was now kneeling with her head bowed. At Tracy's
touch she raised her head as Tracy dropped on her knees and slipped an arm round
Sarah as she blinked away tears and rested her head on Tracy's shoulder. "It's
so unfair Tracy," she whispered. Tracy produced a handkerchief and dabbed away
the tears that threatened to fall.
"You go and com your mother now she may need to talk to you right now."
Sarah nodded gratefully. Tracy got out Sarah's black tunic and gave it to her so
she would not appear naked on the com screen. Then she left the room and went to
speak to her Aunt.
At dinner that night Sarah and Tracy described their visit to Frederica's
and what they saw there. Tracy also mentioned the offer of an invitation to
visit Pleasure Island. "Have you, the two of you, been there often?" she asked.
Elizabeth and Freda exchanged smiles. "Several times, Tracy," replied Aunt
Freda, "It's a remarkable place. Fred has set out to make the island to run
something like an ancient Roman estate would have. There is little of the modern
world there. About the only allowances to the modern world is the use of modern
sewerage systems and modern cooking stoves so there is little use of trees to
burn for cooking or heating either, when needed. Slaves do all the work, and
also entertain the guests as well, if you get my meaning. If you go there you
must be ready to see things like what Fred calls Roman orgies. These sessions
consist of much eating and drinking followed by much sexual activity with the
slaves. Both male and female you understand." Sarah and Tracy listened
spellbound to this.
"Motor vehicles are not allowed on the Island, girls. Any moving around on
the Island is by foot. Supplies are shipped in, but are unloaded and carried
around either on slaves backs or on barrows pulled by slaves," continued Aunt
Elizabeth, "Perhaps we shouldn't say any more as it would spoil the surprise
when you get there. It's great fun."
"What about Sarah? Will there e any trouble allowing her to leave the
city?"
"I can authorise that," replied Aunt Freda, "Also Sarah since it is private
property, once on the Island, you can shed the chains and the tunic. But not the
collar, I'm afraid." Sarah nodded.
"Are you going to try that toy Fred gave you tonight girls?" queried Aunt
Freda, smiling.
They nodded.
"Then go slowly and carefully as you start. Goodnight both of you."
Tracy and Sarah headed up to their room.
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Part 6 to come. The trial and the aftermath.
