CHAPTER SIX
Whilst James and Becca were discovering the various 'delights' of their new
home, a prominent resident of Brookdale, Greg Shunter, was making the intimate
and, for her, painful acquaintance of a visitor to Brookdale, Miss Julie Jones.
Greg, who was Chief of Police in the township, and was in a powerful position
within the community, being one of the twelve aldermen who were the ruling group
in Brookdale. In his position as Chief of Police, he was in charge of the force
of twenty-five Wardens who kept law and order in the township and Julie Jones
was a visitor, who was discovering, at first hand, just what law and order meant
in Brookdale.
Earlier that day, Greg had received an email from the local judge for the area,
Judge Joseph Williams and, opening the communication and reading the note, a
sadistic smile crossed his features.
The email read:
"Dear Greg,
When you wish, please contact Warden Graham at the jail and the woman; Julie
Jones will be delivered to your home. Please note that she has been made aware
of her responsibilities to ensure your complete satisfaction, and the penalty
for failure being a five-year tenure in the County jail, under the control of
Governor Lila Betts. Any reluctance on her part should of course be dealt with
swiftly, in the accepted fashion and without any restrictions. She has been sent
for your service and pleasure and for her own punishment and torment."
Greg Shunter had considerable experience of dealing with women that had no
choice but to submit, having been Chief of Police in Brookdale for the past
fifteen years. He had grown used to being given `carte blanche' in his
treatment of women like Julie Jones and she would be able to do nothing to
prevent him exercising his particular pleasures.
At 11.0am that morning, Greg had telephoned the jail and spoke to Warden Graham.
"Have the woman, Julie Jones brought to my home, please." Shunter requested.
Julie paced in the 'cell' she was detained in. When she had agreed to
'Community Service Order' in place of the five-year sentence to the County jail
for attempting to pay her hotel bill with a stolen credit card, she didn't
really know what she had been agreeing to. It wasn't until her arrival at the
local jail in Brookdale that the details of her situation were revealed in their
entirety. She was to be employed in the service of the residents of Brookdale,
which entailed becoming a slave.
The Wardens who had taken her from the Courthouse took no small time placing a 2
inch wide black leather collar with 4 d-rings about her neck. Then similar
leather cuffs were placed on wrists and ankles, her hands were then locked
behind her back.
She was led a cell by a leash attached to her collar and left to wait. Wait
she did, for what seemed like hours. She was angry at being tricked into the
agreement to complete Community Service and she was beginning to think maybe she
should have just taken her chances with the County prison. After all, the
embezzlement was her first offence and, at least she would not have to suffer
the indignities she was going through at the present.
However, if Julie had made the acquaintance of Lila Betts, she would have not
been so eager to undertake a five sentence in her care. Lila Betts ran a prison
based on a regime of lesbian domination, where the inmates were simply exotic
sexual playthings for the butch female guards to torment and abuse.
"Hind sight is 2020," she mumbled.
Finally there was the sound of the door to the cell being unlocked and one of
the wardens entered.
"It is about time someone come to let me out of here," snapped Julie, irritably.
The Warden smiled, "Shut up slave. You will have plenty of time to complain to
your Training Master."
With a fluid motion, the Warden snapped a leash to her collar and she was led
from the cell with all the indignities of a leashed dog. During the short
journey from the jail to Greg Shunter's home, Julie was fastened by the lead to
her collar to restraining fixtures in the back of an enclosed van.
On arrival at the Shunter residence, Julie was released from the van and led to
the front door of Greg's house, where the Warden knocked.
Hearing the knock, Shunter walked over and opened the door. His features lit up
as he saw the woman with a collar around her neck fastened to a leash that was
held by the Warden. Motioning for them to enter, he stood to one side and
watched the Warden lead Julie into his house.
As Julie was led into the house and down some stairs into a basement room, she
thought. "This was not supposed to happen to her. She was the one normally in
control. She was the one that twisted men around her little finger."
Julie fought back the tears, she would not let them see her cry, and she would
defy them and escape at the first opportunity. No one would keep her a prisoner
for long.
"I know some important people. You will be sorry if you don't let me go. Do you
know who my boyfriend is?" She said as if a threat.
Greg listened to Julie's threats with a jaundiced ear. ~ He had heard the same
old pattern before, indignation, anger then uncertainty and by the time he was
finished abject fear and terror. ~
"Listen and listen well, you noisy bitch. You are now, to all intents and
purposes, a slave in the township of Brookdale. Now, you will shut your mouth,
or I will have you gagged so that you can scarcely breathe. We are not
interested in all your threats and they only serve to annoy me." Greg shouted
into Julie's face as he gripped a hank of her shoulder length brown hair in his
tight fist.
He allowed himself a mirthless smile as he noticed the beginnings of a trace of
fear in her green eyes. However, this did not deter him from smashing the open
palm of his other hand across Julie's face and then backhanded her, his knuckles
biting into her soft cheek.
Without waiting any response from Julie, Greg dismissed the Warden and then took
hold of the chain connected to the leather collar, and dragged Julie further
into the basement room.
"I am going to have some fun with turning you into a sex slave, I can see that
already." Greg informed Julie.
The pull on the collar chain almost made her fall but she regained her poise and
followed as best she could. His words stung her and she forgot his earlier
threat when she protested. "I am not going to be your sex slave or anyone
else's, you fucking bastard. I am Julie Jones! I'm not a slave and you better
get that through your thick head, you fucking miscreant!"
Hearing Julie's foul-mouthed curses, Greg stopped dead causing the stumbling
girl to collide with him. He turned and, still holding the chain attached to
her collar, he again struck her several hard blows across the face with his
hand. Pulling the chain tight so that he looked down into Julie's reddened face
that was only inches from his own, Greg gazed at her with contempt.
"My mother and father were married before I was born, so you will suffer greatly
for that insult to their memory." Greg said in a quiet tone that belied the
possibilities of the threat he had just made. He dragged the figure of Julie
across the room and stood her just below a chain that hung down from the
ceiling. Operating an electric hoist, he quickly lowered the chain, so that the
end could be attached to the wrist restraints holding Julie's hands behind her
back. Pressing a button on the electric hoist control, Greg shortened the chain
until Julie's arms were forced up her back and she was compelled to stand on her
toes and to lean forward to relieve the strain.
"I think the time has come to see more of the material that I have to work
with," Jonas informed the poor woman. "So we will start by getting rid of all
this surplus clothing, as I wish to see you naked!!"
The resolve soon disappeared as she heard his threat. "You want to see me n. nak
.. .naked?" She dreaded this moment even though she knew it would eventually
come. Men were all alike in their primitive desire to see a woman naked. Why
should this ape be any different? The problem in Julie's mind was not the
nudity. She had been seen naked by scores of men. No, the problem was the sense
of power this would give him over her. Naked would leave her with a tremendous
sense of vulnerability. This she needed to prevent if she was to maintain
psychologically strong in the face of this adversity.
"Please. Don't do this to me. I'll behave. I'll take back my words to you.
Please, I beg you." Her sobs were becoming uncontrollable now as she pleaded
with him to not strip her.
"But naked is the only state for a slave to be." Greg laughed. "Don't tell me
that you have never been seen naked by men before! I suspect that you have been
perfectly willing to display your charms to anyone in exchange for what you
desired. So, we'll just get on with removing these clothes."
Watching Julie's efforts to relieve the pressure on her arms, Greg moved behind
her out of her sight and gripped the zip at the top of her black dress. Pulling
it slowly downwards, he revealed the smooth skin of her back that was bisected
by the black strap of her demi-bra. Greg produced a knife and returning to face
Julie again, he slowly inserted the knife blade under each of the shoulder
straps of the bodice of the dress and cut each one allowing the top of the black
dress to fall around Julie's waist. With little delay, Greg then pushed the
remains of the dress over Julie's hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her
clad only in a black bra, matching thong and garter belt, that held up her black
stockings.
Determined to see more of Julie's charms, he unclipped the fastener of the black
bra and then, tantalising the poor woman, cut the shoulder straps so that the
bra fell to the ground. Greg stood back and considered the sight before him of
Julie tethered for his use and enjoyment. His hands reached out to grip her the
soft mounds of her tits as they hung slightly due to the position of Julie's
arms. He kneaded and pulled at the dependant globes, pulling and twisting the
nubs between his thumbs and index fingers.
"You have a fine pair of tits on you, woman." Greg said. "I'll warrant that
they will swing and bounce well as you are fucked, and also when you feel the
lash across their softness."
Julie's arms are beginning to really ache now. Oddly enough, so are the backs of
her legs. She had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her arms from breaking and the
position has caused a lot of pain in her calves. Every time she tried to lower
onto her feet, the pain on her arms became too great. The only thing she could
do was to try to remain motionless until the man came to his senses. Nobody got
away with this kind of thing in the 21st century!
~ At least he seemed to stop before removing her panties. Was there still time
to turn this around? ~
Looking at Julie clad only in her underwear, Greg secured her legs to fastenings
in the floor that ensured that her ankles were kept 18 inches apart. Inserting
the knife into the waistband of the thong and garter belt, he cut them and then
slowly pulled the material from her body, revealing her naked before his eyes.
As Julie's stockings lost their support, they slipped down her legs and Greg
casually ripped them from around her ankles.
Greg picked up Julie's underwear and placed it upon a small tray situated on the
top of a metal column, just a few feet away from Julie. "This is a little
ceremony that I indulge in with each new slave to emphasise the change in her
status from a free person to that of a slave girl, who is here to please and
serve." Greg informed Julie.
Spraying the small pile of underclothing with petrol from a can of lighter fuel,
he ignited the flammable material and stood watching it burn away until it was
just a small pile of ashes.
"Those were the symbols of your freedom with which you were able to use to cover
the intimate parts of your body. The fact that I have just removed them, and
they have been destroyed in front of your own eyes will, I hope teach you that
what you previously considered was yours to protect and conceal now belongs to
your owners and trainers and will be available at all times for their use and
enjoyment." Greg addressed the naked figure of Julie.
Tears filled her eyes as she watched her underwear go up in smoke. She heard his
words but refused to believe them. "I have more where those came from, you
bastard! I will escape from here and see you all behind bars for what you are
doing to me." This brave, meaningless speech was delivered in a breaking voice.
Her sobs were coming more frequently as she began to understand exactly how
helpless she was. The only thing she had left was her dignity and will to
resist, whilst her only hope was to show him that she would not bend to his
will, no matter how much he hurt her. She wondered just how far Greg was
prepared to go.
"Do not worry, woman you probably will never again have the opportunity to wear
such garments." Greg informed Julie.
Greg brought over a metal tray, on which was a previously prepared hypodermic
syringe containing the same chemical as used by James and placed it on a table
in front of Julie.
He then proceeded to advise Julie of the efficacy of the chemical contained in
the syringe and its ability to heal and control. Her eyes widened as he
approached with the needle but all she could manage was a soft keening. "Please
don't," she pleaded with tears running down her face. Stripping her nude had
made her feel so vulnerable to him, more so than the restraints. She again
tried again to free herself from her bonds, but it was useless.
Julie shuddered to think why he might want to increase her pain threshold, what
further tortures did this monster plan to inflict upon her?
Taking a firm grip on Julie's left breast as it hung dependant from her body,
Greg squeezed the soft globe until just the nipple projected through his
fingers. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me!" Greg said laughing, as
he inserted the needle about 2 inches deep into Julie's nub. Depressing the
plunger, the chemical was injected into Julie's system, there to quickly do its
work of altering her body's recovery time and also her mind's ability to revolt.
"We will give the injection a short time to begin to act, and then we will see
how effective it is in raising your pain threshold." Greg said ominously. "You
will find your future life as a sex slave demanding, as your Masters and
Mistresses will wish to make use of your body in a variety of ways. Some will
decide to make use of you sexually and these sessions may be for very long
periods, thus stamina will be required. Others will simply want to torture your
naked body for their own amusement and enjoyment, and the increase in the
acceptance of pain level will be extremely useful in that instance."
After a break of some 20 minutes, Greg said. "I will now see how effective the
injection is by having the pleasure of administering your first flogging. Have
you ever felt the whip on your naked body before?" Greg questioned Julie, as if
he were enquiring if she had ever been on holiday.
"What??? A whip, No, no I have never been whipped!!!" Julie responded her voice
full of horror at such a question.
"Well my dear, this will be an experience that I can assure you, you will never
forget."
Taking a small cat-of-nine tails from a nearby rack, Greg swished the 18-inch
long lengths of leather through the air, producing a low hum as the implement
cut the stillness of the room.
"I think that we will start with 20 strokes across those ass cheeks of yours to
begin with, and then maybe a few uppercuts to those lovely full breasts that
seem to be hanging and begging for the caress of the strands." Greg took great
delight in advising the naked woman of what was going to happen.
"Wait, please, please wait, I beg you!!!"" Julie cried, before he could start
swinging. "Release me now and I will have the sex with you any way you prefer.
I will do this lovingly to you and freely. Please. Release me."
As she spoke these words she felt herself getting sick. Could it be the drug he
had just pumped into her left teat? Whenever she thought of fighting back, an
incapacitating nausea would overcome her. She wanted to throw up and she was
also painfully aware of how open and vulnerable she was to this sadistic
bastard.
Greg paused on hearing Julie's offer, the leather strands of the whip still
swishing to and fro, ~ Now that was not an unusual proposition, but was the
woman going to give up so soon? ~
"So you say that you will have sex with me and you will do it lovingly and
freely?" Greg said. "But I can beat you with the whip, until eventually you
will obey all my commands, and I can then have you however I want. So why
should I consider your offer worthy of consideration?"
Without waiting for Julie's answer, Greg continued. "Not that I do not
anticipate enjoying your charms, but I have a better idea. My sixteen year old
son, William has just returned from boarding school and I am sure that he would
be happy to take up your offer."
At first, Julie thought that she had misheard what Greg had said. A
sixteen-year-old boy??? He was proposing to force her to allow a sixteen year
old to have sex with her? Then, seeing Greg's unsmiling face, it dawned upon
her that he was serious and that he was going to force her to allow a youth to
take and use her for his pleasure.
It was then that Julie discovered that in the township of Brookdale, all females
apart from those granted exemption and a licence, were subject to the control of
all men. Thus, any male over the age of sixteen years had authority over any
woman in the community, above the age of seventeen.
From the age of three, the resident's children all lived and were schooled at
two boarding schools situated some twenty-five miles from the town and were
forbidden to visit. Parents regularly visited their offspring and normal family
units developed.
As they reached sixteen, the girls commenced an intensive training regime, which
included the use of deep hypnosis techniques or a form of brainwashing, to teach
them to be feminine and to realise that from the age of seventeen, they would be
expected to be submissive to any men that they might encounter. In effect, they
were trained to become slaves and fully obedient to all men. The training was
always successful and they emerged from the school ready to serve and obey any
male in authority over them.
During their last year at the school, the boys were schooled in the various
aspects of male dominance. At the age of sixteen, the boys were allowed to
return to the community and put into place the specialised instruction that they
had received. When the girls reached seventeen, they also returned to the
community to find employment and, by demonstrating the success of their
submissive training and acceptance of their slavery, hopefully found a husband
or even a Master to serve.
The females granted exemption were those individuals that had shown that they
were capable of controlling others and, after passing stringent testing, they
were granted a licence to acquire the status of a Domme.
The township was open to visitors, who were required to give an undertaking that
they would fully observe and accept the unique byelaws and that any female
visitors would obey fully the rules governing women.
The Wardens, who made regular patrols of the township, policed the byelaws of
Brookdale. The Wardens had full authority to enter any home to ensure that the
accepted practice of male domination was being observed. In the event of any
visitors who did not accept the operation of the system, they were arrested on
trumped-up charges and sentenced to spells of imprisonment in the local jail and
any details of their visit expunged from the records.
Thus Julie would now find that she was in a new world, where her previous
attitude that females should be treated as equal to males does not apply. She
would learn quickly and possibly painfully, that her personal desires and wishes
held no importance to the men of Brookdale.
