A Slave for Tracy
Part 7.
Tracy stared out of the cab window at the scene before her. Containers of
cargo were being hoisted onto the vessel, a long-distance ferry, as she watched.
At the gang-way there was a small crowd, some waiting to board and others who
had come to farewell them. The people were well but casually dressed men and
women accompanied by a collection of vol-slaves and crim-slaves who were dressed
in various manners according to their owners whims. Some were wearing sleeveless
thigh-length tunics, others were in trousers that sat low on the hip- in fact
Tracy wondered how they stayed on at all. Two female slaves wore short
wrap-skirts and no top. Several wore no clothing at all. However all wore some
sort of restraint.
As Tracy and Sarah emerged from the cab a voice called "Ah there you are".
Two figures, both female, headed there way.
"Cousin Kerry," Said Tracy, "It's good to see you again." Then Tracy
recognized the girl in the brown collar at Kerry's side. "Isn't this the slave
we met at your premises?"
"Yes. This is Doris. I have some leave and so I'm taking her to the Island
to get to know her properly. Doris, this is Tracy my cousin and her crim-slave
Sarah."
"Hello. Forgive my asking but is it true you killed a rapist?" Doris's eyes
were on Sarah.
"Yes. He had raped my sister once and had come back for a second go."
"But how come you were collared? I would have thought you would have been
let off."
"So did I but as you see I wasn't. The judge insisted I be tried and he
convicted me of murder. That's justice for you." Sarah's voice was flat and
bitter. Tracy slipped an arm round her and squeezed.
"Come on people we can board now," said Kerry quietly.
":How long will it take to get there," asked Tracy as they went up the
gangplank.
"About 36 hours weather permitting," replied Kerry cheerfully.
After being shown to their cabin and stowing their bags, Sarah and Tracy
went exploring. Kerry and Doris found them at the rail watching as the ship cast
off. The ferry soon cleared the harbour and began to pick up speed. After land
was out of sight Tracy turned to examining her fellow passengers. Kerry
explained that the people were all of the 'upper' sector of society who were
well of financially and were in some cases descendent of the original settlers.
Some of the passengers kept their slaves in their cabins. However some,
especially those who had brought more than one slave elected to have them
carried in cages in the slave hold. Kerry was able to take Tracy, Sarah and hr
own slave Doris into the slave hold and showed them the cages. These cages were
made of plastic and set as fixtures in one of the ships holds. They were set in
multiple layers with walkways separating them. The four walls were just vertical
bars, the floor of one level was the ceiling of the lower level. Each cage had a
built-in toilet (without any privacy, something slaves could not expect) and
wash-basin and was just tall enough for the average person to stand and long
enough to lie flat. There was a mattress but no blankets, the hold being kept at
a temperature that made them unnecessary. The attendant asked Tracy and Kerry if
they wanted to cage their slaves for the trip. Both declined the offer. Tracy
noticed that nearly 3/4 of the cages were occupied. She also noted that most of
the slaves had brown chains round their necks.
By the time they returned to the deck the sun was high and they headed for
the dining room. Passengers were sitting at their meal with their slaves
kneeling on the floor beside their owners chairs. The owners were feeding them
from their plates. Tracy had heard of this but never required it of Sarah.
"That's not right for Sarah," she protested to Kerry, "She isn't a true
criminal."
"It doesn't matter, Tracy," said Sarah softly and sank onto her knees
beside Tracy's chair while Doris knelt beside Kerry. Tracy found herself rather
liking the feeling of power the arrangement represented and at the same time
despising herself for feeling this way. She fed Sarah food from her plate and
gave Sarah drink from her glass which she filled from dishes and jugs in the
centre of the table. These dishes were themselves replaced as needed by ships
servants some of which, Tracy noted, wore brown chains. Over the meal Kerry
explained that passengers normally just wandered the deck and gossiped during
the voyage or used the communication equipment in their cabins to check their
business affairs. Kerry went on to explain that when the Island was first
envisioned it was seen as having no communication with the outside world.
However this was found to be unworkable as business people could not stand to be
away from their affairs for long periods of time so the villas had communication
equipment even though this did not fit in with the old Greek-Roman life-style.
As they left the dining room after the meal Sarah suddenly gasped and pointed
out a passenger to Tracy. "Look! Isn't he the man who was drunk on the river
cruise?"
"Yes your right."
"What's wrong?" queried Kerry.
Tracy related the tale of the river cruise. "Do you know who he is?"
"Yes. He is Reginald Thomas a businessman and distant relation of the
Adamsdale Family. He is a known drinker. Also known for his cruelty to his
slaves. Mother says the Adamsdales only tolerate him for family loyalty reasons.
His uncle, who is a magistrate, has a villa on the Island. Your Aunt probably
knows him."
Tracy and Kerry were now seated in deck chairs with Sarah and Doris
kneeling on the deck beside them. Tracy turned to Sarah, "I'm sorry about the
dining room set-up."
"That's OK. It's not your fault. I think this Island is going to be similar
though." Sarah looked up at Kerry who nodded.
"Yes, Sarah. You will find yourself serving more like a slave of old on the
Island."
"I don't mind so long as it's Tracy I'm serving," Sarah replied. Tracy
reached down took Sarah hand and squeezed it.
By mid afternoon of the next day the Island was in sight. As the ship drew
closer the buildings could be seen and Tracy could see the tall columns of old
Greek design. As the ship reduced speed and prepared to dock Tracy and Sarah
were staring in astonishment at the scene before them. On the dock was a
collection of two-wheeled and four wheeled carriages each with a number of
oddly dressed men or women harnessed to them. The men or women were naked but
for an odd headdress which seemed to inhibit his or her vision, a strange object
in their mouth with a long bar stretching to each side of the face from each end
of which ran a long ribbon like object to the driver's seat of the odd
carriage. Their hands were shackled to a cross bar that protruded from the
central shaft sticking out from the vehicle. Each of the slaves also had a long
bushy tail protruding from their buttocks. There were also men and women with
barrows waiting for orders. and also two vehicles with a flat tray like surface
which had some eight or ten men harnessed to them.
Tracy turned to Kerry. "What are...?"
"They are our means of conveyance around the island, Tracy. The slaves pull
the carriages as a beast of burden would. The driver drives the carriage much
like the horse-drawn carriage of old Earth. The ones with a flat top will carry
our ships cargo to where its needed elsewhere on the island. The barrows will
carry cargo into the storehouses here on the dock. This way girls."
Tracy followed Kerry down the gangplank and along to where one of the four
wheeled vehicles stood waiting. Kerry was greeted by the driver, a woman wearing
a brown chain round her neck, a second light chain between her clamped nipples
and a short blue wrap skirt and sandals, with a deep bow.
"Hello Meg, how are things at the villa?"
"Everything is in order M'am," the slave replied cheerfully, "Ms Fred is
waiting for you there."
"Right then. We shouldn't keep her waiting then. Climb aboard girls."
As they set off Sarah who was sitting opposite Tracy with Doris next to
her noticed that other passengers from the ferry had their slaves walking beside
their carriage while they rode in comfort.
"M'am should Doris and I be walking?" she inquired of Kerry who shrugged
her shoulders.
"It is up to the individual owner," she explained, "There is no hard and
fast rule."
Tracy watched as the driver cracked her whip and the four slave-ponies
heaved on the cross bars and slowly the carriage started off. Once in motion
Tracy saw that the slave-ponies needed less effort to keep the vehicle moving,
the slave-ponies were able to keep up a steady trot. She looked around and began
to take in the unique life of Paradise Island. There were male and female slaves
everywhere working, following a free man or woman, sometimes on a lead but just
as often not. Some wore chains round their necks, some collars. Many carried
packages in carry sacs as Tracy had seen in the city. While some slaves were
naked most wore a sleeveless thigh-length tunic and sandals.
Free men and women could be seen moving from shop to shop going about their
business as they would on the mainland, the main difference Tracy noticed was
the design of clothing. Free men wore long loose robes or short sleeved
knee-length tunics.
Slaves could be seen everywhere, weeding flower-beds, trimming hedges,
driving some cattle along the road. They passed a building site where slaves
could be seen working with the free men. They also passed a group of six male
slaves wearing blue tunics, chained in a line by their neck carrying packages
and parcels led by a woman wearing a close-fitting sleeveless black top which
sported a badge of some sort, brief shorts and long black boots. She waved to
them as they passed and Kerry returned it. "That is Vera Andrews our overseer.
You will probably meet her later"
Tracy noticed that a large number seemed to wear the same blue coloured
tunic with an insignia on the front, a Greek column with what appeared to be
crossed crystals? hen she remembered. She turned to Kerry.
"Cousin. Are the slaves wearing the blue garments all belonging to the one
owner?"
Kerry smiled, "Yes Tracy the blue tunic with the badge you were studying
indicates they are owned by the Davis family. Mother designed the badge. Our
slaves also wear a little disc on their neck-chain or collar bearing the
insignia so even if naked they are known as Davis slaves. Some of the other
families that have villas here also have taken to dressing their slaves in one
colour and designing a badge. But again, its not compulsory."
They passed the entrance to a villa as a young boy wearing a green tunic
and sandals came out the gate leading two slaves shackled together by the neck,
both with what were clearly heavily laden carry sacs on their backs. The boy led
the two slaves who staggered along the road after him.
Sarah stared at them then looked at Kerry. "I hope they don't have far to
go, M'am."
"I am afraid they may have. Unfortunately that family had had some bad luck
in business and are nor as well off as they once were. They are trying to hide
it but they may have to leave here to save costs."
"M'am does the Island have any industry or any product it can export to
cover its costs?" asked Tracy.
"Why yes Tracy. Didn't you know we have the second largest deposit of
Crystal here that has yet to be found on this planet. It's Black Crystal too
which forms the core of the best power cells we use. Black Crystal is so fragile
it has to be mined by hand, machines just break it. One of the more practical
reasons for the lifestyle we have here is because we don't want the vibrations
of heave machinery here as they would damage the crystal. We can't mine in the
usual way with explosives and power tools because they would set of vibrations
and crack the Crystal. The advantages of the life-style we have here is that
it's very gentle on the land. Very little vibration is set up. Which is why we
have no cars or tractors or other heavy lift machinery. The crystal is packed in
shock-proof boxes at the mine and then transported to the dock on those open
drays you saw The workers in the mine and their families live here and it is
their money that keeps the Island going. The rich families that have holiday
villas here and join the Club we told you about think they are the main support
of the community but financially we could do without them. The Adamsdale family
still own a controlling interest in the big crystal mines that produces most of
the crystal that this planet exports. But this mine is the producer of the best
quality Black Crystal."
"How did your family get the mine, Kerry?"
"I'll tell you that tale after diner tonight. Look we have arrived."
Tracy and Sarah looked around in surprise. They had been so engrossed in
Kerry's explanations they had not realised they had arrived at their
destination. It was an imposing building the entrance lined with Greek style
columns. They descended from their carriage and ascended the steps to the front
door which was opened as they approached and Frederica Jnr. stood there to greet
them. She wore an ankle length pale blue sleeveless garment that seemed to
shimmer as is swirled around her as she moved. She looked beautiful.
"Hi everyone," she called, "Welcome to Paradise Island. Come on in. Tracy,
Sarah. And this is Doris isn't it?"
"Yes M'am," replied Doris shyly.
Fred beckoned to a male slave standing behind her, "Joseph will take you to
your room Tracy and Sarah. Kerry could I talk with you a moment?"
"Sure. Joseph after you see Tracy to her room take Doris and show her
around then take her to my room."
"Yes M'am."
Kerry and Fred disappeared down a corridor.
"Will you come this way pleas, Miss Tracy?" Tracy, Sarah and Doris followed
the slave (who wore a brown chain) along a different corridor until they stopped
at a door which he opened. "This is your room Miss Tracy." On entering the room
Tracy was struck with it's spaciousness There was a large bed, a walk-in
cupboard, a storage chest against one wall and a communications panel in one
corner. Kneeling at the foot of the bed was a female slave wearing a short blue
tunic with the family logo on the front and a brown collar. "This is Pam, Miss
Tracy. She will explain how things work here and bathe and dress you for dinner.
If there is anything you require she can arrange it."
"Thank you Joseph," replied Tracy as Sarah put down their bags. Joseph
closed the door and he and Doris disappeared from view. Tracy and Sarah looked
at Pam.
"OK Pam. What's first?" inquired Tracy.
"Would you like a bath before you dress, Miss?"
"Yes, that would be great." Tracy turned to Sarah producing the key and
releasing Sarah's hands. Sarah smiled and began to unbutton Tracy's shirt. Pam
grinned and headed into the bathroom where water could soon be heard running.
Soon after Tracy and Sarah, both now naked, entered the bathroom and admired the
sunken bath and its ornate fittings.
"Somehow I don't think Roman baths were this luxurious, Mistress," said
Sarah cheerfully.
"No. Guess they must have been more inventive than I thought," Tracy
admired the shiny taps mirrors and other fittings.
"Nearly ready Miss Tracy," said Pam cheerfully. Tracy was soon up to her
neck in beautifully scented water. "Come on in Sarah. It's beautiful."
Sarah joined her. "Ohhhh heavenly," she said. Sarah picked up a cake of
scented soap and a sponge and began to wash her Mistress. First she washed
Tracy's chest, carefully washing each breast, going round and round it, tracing
the shape until she reached the nipple which she finished with a kiss. Then she
moved lower, rubbing Tracy's stomach and carefully cleaning her button. Then she
began on Tracy's pussy, working the sponge into her crevice and moving between
her legs. after a time Tracy stopped her, groaning "Stop that, Sarah or I'll .."
Tracy drew a breath and turned round and Sarah began to wash her back. It was
only then that Tracy recalled there was still another person in the room. Pam
was kneeling on the edge of the bath watching them, her expression one of
wistful lust, with one hand up under her tunic. The sight of the motions of that
hand was to much for Tracy, especially as Sarah had now reached her buttocks and
was sliding the sponge between her bottom-cheeks. "Pam, when was the last time
you had a bath?"
Pam stopped her actions with a jerk, "Ahh.. A long time ago Mistress," she
managed.
"I thought so, you look dirty. Off with that tunic at once and get in here.
Now."
Pam pulled of her tunic and eagerly slid into the water, grabbing another
sponge and soaping it. Soon Tracy was being washed from front and back at once.
then sponges were replaced by fingers as four hands began to explore her body.
Somehow Tracy managed to move to the steps and the other two eased her down in
the shallows just before Tracy was hit with one of the most powerful orgasms she
had ever had. By the time she had recovered enough to regain her awareness Sarah
and Pam had both nearly reached the same peak. Tracy lay back and watched as the
love of her life finished making love to a stranger. Tracy wondered why she
didn't feel any jealousy. Because she didn't. She only felt pleasure that Sarah
was happy and able to get some enjoyment out of life.
When Sarah and Pam had regained there composure, Tracy who had started to
dry herself, spotted a wall-clock and looked at Pam. "What time is dinner here
Pam? Remember we are newcomers here."
Pam quickly looked at the clock and leapt to her feet. "Ooo thankyou for
reminding me Mistress. I'll be paddled if your late, but we have time. Please
come and I'll prepare your dress."
Tracy looked at the dress Pam laid out for her. "It is called a 'peplos'
Mistress. Basically it is two pieces of cloth sewn up the sides as far as you
need. The part left un-sewn is left for the arms It is held on the shoulders by
these clips. The unneeded part drops down in front and back. This way I suppose
it didn't matter how tall you are the same dress could fit many sizes. You pull
it over your head Mistress - that's right - now if Sarah you would hold it still
while I fasten the clips - there and there."
Tracy looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The figure she saw
there looked odd to her. Rather old she thought. Still it was interesting to try
something new (or old she reminded herself).Pam produced several pairs of
sandals and soon found a pair which fitted. Sarah brushed Tracy's hair and
pinned it up and back under Pams direction in a way Pam said was a Greek style.
"Can you find a tunic for Sarah please?," Tracy asked Pam. She was about to
also ask for sandals as well then noted Pam's feet were bare.
"No problem Mistress." Pam handed Sarah a tunic of similar cut to her own.
Sarah pulled it over her head and settled it then Pam began to quickly brush
Sarah's hair. Tracy watched as her lover submitted to Pams ministrations which
resulted in her hair falling around her face and framing it naturally. "We
should be just in time, Mistress." She hesitated, "Have you been told anything
about eating arrangements here, M'am?"
"No, nothing."
"Oh.. then you are in for a surprise I think, M'am. Both of you. If you
would come this way." Pam led the way out the door and along the corridor.
The room she showed Tracy and Sarah into was like no dining room Tracy had
seen. There were several doors opening into corridors indicating the room was a
central point in the house. But there was no long table or group of smaller
tables. Instead there was a grouping of very low tables in a circle with a gap
near a door. Also there were no chairs. Instead many thick cushions were
scattered on the floor near the small tables.
As Tracy and Sarah hesitated, Fred appeared from another door accompanied
by a man of medium build dressed in a knee length short sleeved tunic and a girl
aged about 13 dressed as Tracy was but also wearing several pieces of jewellery.
Three slaves came after them, a female slave who was almost as tall as Fred but
of lighter build. She had a long thick mass of blond hair that reminded Tracy of
Susan, and wore the Davis House's blue tunic and a white chain around her neck.
The other slaves were a male about the same age as his master wearing a red
tunic and a brown chain round his neck. He looked upon his master with what to
Tracy seemed a quiet pride. The female slave was about the age of the girl she
served. She also wore a red tunic. Her neck collar was brown and she kept her
head bowed and her eyes down.
"Ahh.. good you are ready. I thought you may be delayed . What do you think
of this arrangement Tracy? A bit different to what you're used to no doubt"
"Yes. Very different, Cousin. Is this actually how the ancient Greeks ate?"
"Not quite. They actually lay flat on low couches sideways to the table. We
tried that and found it to awkward. This arrangement was common at the same time
as Greece and Rome were at their height but in was used in a country called
Arabia. I find it more comfortable and the slaves are able to serve you more
easily too." Fred turned to the man who had accompanied her. "Tracy this is
Gregory Adamsdale and his eldest daughter Gabrielle, who are also our guest for
a few days. Gregory this is Joyce's eldest and now her only offspring living.
Her slave is Sarah Dutton who was sentenced to slavery for killing her sister's
rapist after the court in its infinite wisdom, released him and he immediately
tried to rape the same girl again. People are now suggesting that it is OK to
rape according to reports from the capital. How old was your sister at the time,
Sarah?"
Tracy stepped forward and shook hands with Gregory Adamsdale and his
daughter who seemed to be affecting an aloof attitude. She wondered what Fred
was scheming as she was sure this meeting had a reason.
"Not quite ten, M'am." replied Sarah. She did not offer her hand. Normally
slaves were not introduced as they weren't people, just slaves.
"Ah Here comes Kerry now. We can start. Jane, tell the kitchen we are
ready."
"Yes Mistress," Jane vanished down the door near the gap in the circle as
Kerry followed by Doris entered the room.
"Please be seated everyone."
Gregory Adamsdale followed the example of Fred and Kerry and seated
himself cross-legged on a cushion. His slave knelt beside his master as did
Doris beside Kerry and Jane (on her return) beside Fred. Tracy sat down also and
Sarah knelt beside her. Tracy found the arrangement comfortable enough. Just
strange. House slaves carried in the food in covered bowls and set it out on
the tables. The other personal slaves immediately began to serve their master
and mistresses.
"We have two slaves here who are totally new to the Island one of which has
had no training in serving, people," Fred went on, "Sarah, just follow the
example of the others. Doris has had some schooling in serving at table. I'm
sorry we weren't able to arrange it for you."
"Yes, M'am," Sarah struggled, red faced, to follow the example of the
others conscious that Tracy was behind the others due to her slowness. Her hands
shook with nervousness and she fumbled with the food until Tracy laid a hand on
her arm and told her to relax. "Take it slowly, your doing fine."
"Soft with her aren't you, Wilson?" came the contemptuous comment from
Gabrielle Adamsdale.
"Just being fair, Ms Adamsdale. I consider unnecessary brutality the sign
of a coward."
Gabrielle Adamsdale flushed and glared at Tracy. Sarah though sent Tracy a
grateful look and seemed to settle down. She soon had a least some of the
serving tricks worked out. Tracy fond the food delicious. Following the example
of Fred and Kerry she shared her food with Sarah, feeding her food piece by
piece making sure she got all she wanted. Tracy revelled in the power this
seemed to give her. Tracy noted that while Gregory Adamsdale fed his slave,
Gabrielle did not feed hers. The girl looked hungry, she was staring at the food
in her hands with a look of desperation.
Tracy noted that one of the slaves bringing the food was Pam, who smiled
when she caught Tracy's eye. Pam paused to whisper an explanation to Sarah how
to serve a particular dish. Tracy nodded her thanks to her, then beckoned her
closer so they could whisper. "Ms Gabrielle's slave. Do you know if she has been
eating? She looks starved."
"She is. Ms Gabrielle won't let her eat anything. It's punishment for
something she didn't do right. I don't know what. They've been here three days
and she hasn't been allowed any food. It's wrong."
"Does Ms Frederica know?"
"I don't know."
"Thanks, Pam," Tracy sat back and stared ahead of her. *Should I do
anything? CAN I do anything? It isn't my house. I don't have the right to
interfere directly.*
"Something troubling you Ms Wilson?" came Gregory Adamsdale's amused voice.
"Yes Mr Adamsdale. I am finding it hard to accept the often unnecessary
brutality I see on this planet. Especially from the so called upper levels of
this planets society."
"Are you upset about something you see here, Tracy,?" asked Fred curiously.
"Yes, M'am. I notice that Ms Adamsdale is not feeding her slave. I have
learnt she has denied her slave food non-stop for three days. To have a slave
miss an occasional meal is one thing. But to starve a person for that long is
brutality of the lowest kind. Is that the sort of treatment that is normal here
Cousin?"
Fred's head jerked up and round to face Gabrielle. "Is that true,
Gabrielle? Have you denied that girl food for three days?"
Gabrielle flushed. "What if I have. It's no concern of yours. How I treat
my slave is my affair."
"Not in my house you don't, girl. Pam. Take that girl to the kitchen at
once and see she has what see needs."
"Yes M'am. Come along girl. We'll get some food into you." The girl looked
up at Pam desperately. "Really?," she said softly, "You mean it?" The girl was
in tears. Pam helped her to her feet and holding her hand, led her out of the
room.
"You meddler. I'll get you for this," shrieked Gabrielle to Tracy.
"SILENCE! Gabrielle. You will do nothing of the sort."
"But Papa. She is my slave. You said I could do anything I wanted with her.
You said so. She is mine." whined the girl.
"I see I wasn't clear enough or maybe I put to much trust in you to
understand what is required. You do not have the right to kill your slave.
Gabrielle. You were supposed to treat her firmly but fairly. This sort of
brutality is not warranted, girl. I am very disappointed in you. Look at Tracy's
slave. She wears a prison collar too. But do you see any brutality?"
Gregory Adamsdale turned to Sarah. "Sarah have you any idea just why the
court sentenced you as a criminal instead of declaring your actions
justifiable?"
Sarah hesitated and looked at Tracy who nodded. "Sir, according to Ms
Elizabeth Philips there is an unproven rumour that there is a connection between
the rapist and a branch of your family."
Gregory Adamsdale sat back on his heels and looked at her. "Really! And did
she say which branch of my family she meant.?"
"No sir. I don't think she knows. She said quite clearly that it was only a
rumour and she had no evidence to support it."
"What was the name of the man you killed?"
"Cedric Thomas, Sir."
"Ring any bells, Gregory?," said Kerry quietly.
"No...unless..," Gregory Adamsdale frowned thoughtfully, "Oh.. not
unless... there is a family named Evans who claim a connection with mine but it
isn't proven. It's a small family consisting of Andrew Evans who is a
magistrate, his wife and a nephew named Reginald Thomas. No children. You know
who I mean Fred, they have a villa here."
Sarah gasped. "Evans? The judge who sentenced me was named Evans. He was
also the judge who said I hadn't done the right thing when I caught the rapist
the first time and ordered the charge dropped."
"Yes, I remember them," replied Kerry, " And I also remember there was
another nephew who I was told had been murdered. So Evans was your judge, Sarah.
Well there is grounds for an enquiry into your case there. Evans should not have
heard your case. If he is the same Evans, of course. Evens is a pretty common
name. Elizabeth can find out about that for us. I'll call her tomorrow.
"Thankyou Sir, M'am," said Sarah politely. Tracy took her hand and squeezed
it.
"Well people I think we have finished here," said Frederica, "Shall we
retire to the lounge room and discuss plans for tomorrow?"
They all stood and followed Fred out of the dining room and into a smaller
room filled with cushions, a bar and an entertainment wall.
"Jane see to the drinks please." Jane soon had drinks ready for everyone.
Again Tracy followed the example of the others and shared her drink with Sarah.
Gabrielle sat alone and glared at Tracy.
"Tomorrow," continued Frederica, "We will take our newest guests to the
mine to show them just why we follow the odd lifestyle we follow here. Gregory,
Gabrielle, I know you have seen the mine before. Do you want to see it again or
is there another part of this island you would like to visit?"
"Gabrielle said she would actually like to see the area you call Andrew's
Park. Right Gabrielle?"
"Yes." Gabrielle replied curtly. Gregory Adamsdale looked sharply at his
daughter but said nothing.
"Tracy, earlier you asked me how the Davis family became Crystal miners.
Well the story goes that fifty odd years ago the island was owned by Gregory's
family. One of our ancestors actually won it from them in a half-drunken card
game. At the time our family tried farming to make the island pay. It wasn't
until years later that the Black Crystal deposit was discovered. You also should
understand that the big mines that Gregory's family owns was discovered well
before this and was already in operation. Black Crystal mining here has only
been in operation for about thirty years."
"I see. I hope there was no bad feelings about that card game between the
families though. Especially after the Crystal discovery."
"I'm afraid there was. The person who discovered the crystal was my
Grandfather. It was his father who won that card game..."
"By cheating, no doubt," sneered Gabrielle.
There was silence.
"Gabrielle! Hold your tongue, girl. I hope you will accept my apologies on
behalf of my loose tongued daughter, Frederica. I don't know what's come over
her today."
"Its not you who should be apologising, Greg. She is old enough to pay for
her own errors," replied Kerry grimly, "Well, girl are you ready to apologise?"
"No. This island should belong to the Adamsdale family," snapped Gabrielle,
"Your Great-Grandfather was a thief and you know it," she added triumphantly.
"Gabrielle, It was your Great Grandfather that proved my Great Grandfather
was innocent of that charge of which you speak. And that was after the card
game, in case you didn't know. Those two had been close friends since school
days and always were," Frederica was clearly holding her anger with an effort.
"I think you had better go to your room, girl. Tomorrow you will leave the
island. Do not return until you are ready to apologise." She turned to a
shamefaced Gregory Adamsdale. "Sorry Greg but she must leave. I will not have
her here after what she said. You are welcome to stay but she goes tomorrow."
Gregory nodded, "Yes. I understand," He rose to his feet and seized his
daughter by the arm, pulled her to her feet. Gabrielle squealed in anger and
swung her other arm wildly at her father, hitting him on the cheek. "SO girl you
raise your hand against me will you! As well as your other failings. Then
clearly I have been to soft with you." He looked at Fred. "Fred can I borrow the
punishment room? Clearly this girl requires disciplining."
"This way," replied Fred and led the way out he door and down a corridor.
Gregory Adamsdale followed. "Let me go," screamed Gabrielle but he dragged his
daughter after him out the door. Fred's slave followed with Gregory's slave
along side. Kerry beckoned Tracy and followed with Doris and Tracy followed
after her with Sarah at her side.
The Punishment Room reminded Tracy of the one at school. It had a whipping
frame set up, also a barrel similar to those used in Robinvale Prisons
punishment yard, there were rings set in both wall and floor for securing
prisoners, also two winches set in the ceiling for suspending captives and a
pillory similar to what Tracy had seen at the brothel. On one wall was a rack
holding a selection of whips and canes.
Gregory Adamsdale dragged his daughter over to the barrel and proceeded to
secure her to it. First he secured her wrists, the he slowly rotated the barrel
forward dragging the screaming girl up and over the barrel, her legs kicking
wildly. He then grabbed he ankles one at a time and secured them so that her les
were wide apart. He then clapped his hand over the mouth of the still screaming
girl. "Since you can't be civil when you are a guest in the house of another,
Gabrielle you will have the knowledge that they and their other guests who are
total strangers to you will be watching as you receive the discipline you
deserve." He went over to the wall rack and selected a springy cane which he
swished through the air as he returned to the barrel. He then flicked up the
skirt of Gabrielle's dress exposing her white panties. These he drew down as far
as he could, to renewed screams from Gabrielle. He then rested the cane across
the round white buttocks.
"Gabrielle you have brought this on yourself. You will count each stroke as
they are applied. If you don't, each stroke will count as one until you do.
Understand?"
Silence. "Very well you bring it on your self foolish girl."
WACK "AWWWW............one"
WACK "AWWWW............two"
WACK "AWWWWWWW.....please Daddy....three"
WACK "AAWWWWWW......Daddy please no more...please...four"
WACK "AWWWWWWWW.....help please ...no more.....five"
WACK "AWWWW ......I'm sorry Daddy..... six..... I'm sorry, Daddy...
please,"
Gregory Adamsdale lowered the cane. "I hope I never have to do this again
Gabrielle." He drew up Gabrielle's panties and began to release her. First the
ankles were released then the barrel was rotated backwards until her feet were
on the floor, finally her wrists were released. She staggered and almost
collapsed into her father's arms, sobbing. Gregory Adamsdale steadied her and
wrapping an arm round his daughter, walked slowly out of the room as she sobbed
onto his shoulder.
Kerry looked at Fred. "Well, think she learnt her lesson?"
"Hope so. Well people guess it bedtime. Tomorrow we show you the mine."
"And the house, too," added Kerry, "Come I'll see you back to your room."
"Thank you," replied Tracy, "Goodnight M'am, Jane." Tracy and Sarah
followed Kerry and Doris out the door as Fred wrapped an arm around Jane and
they moved off in another direction.
Back in their room Sarah unfastened Tracy's dress and put it away and then
joined Tracy in the large bed. They were to tired to think of anything other
than what they had just seen and soon two very sleepy girls were curled up in
each others arms, asleep.
They were wakened next morning with a knock on the door. It was opened by
Pam who was carrying a large tray. "Rise and Shine people," she called
cheerfully, It's a lovely day. Not one to waste in bead. Tracy sat up and
sniffed the aroma from the tray appreciatively.
"Smells lovely, Pam," She said as Sarah jumped out of bed to clear the
bedside table for the tray. Sarah began setting out the dishes. Tracy looked at
Pam as she turned to leave.
"How is Ms Gabrielle and her slave faring?"
"Better than you might expect, Miss. The slave, her name is Lucy, went back
to Miss Gabrielle's room after she was finished in the kitchen and when she got
their found Miss Gabrielle lying on her front on the bed. When Lucy realised why
and saw what had happened to Miss Gabrielle she found some cold cream and
massaged it into her butt cheeks. It seemed not only to sooth the pain but Miss
Gabrielle seemed to have changed her attitude towards Lucy as well. I guess the
fact Lucy was willing to look after her even after she treated her badly has
changed her thinking. I hope the change is for good. Oh and I was to tell you
to be ready at 10 o'clock for the trip to the mine, but before that I'm to give
you the Tour of the house and grounds. There will be a picnic lunch after the
mine visit. I'll come back in an hour to help you dress." Pam left and Tracy and
Sarah tucked into their breakfast.
As they ate they discussed yesterdays happenings. Sarah was worried about
one of yesterdays incident. "Mistress you aren't angry about my having sex with
Pam yesterday are you?"
"Funny you should say that. I was remembering that when I was watching you
both yesterday I was wondering why I didn't feel jealous. Yet all I felt was
pleased that you were enjoying yourself. So no I'm not angry about that. If you
find a girl you want to have fun with Sarah that's OK with me so long as you get
my permission first or we're together as we were yesterday. I realise your life
is pretty restricted with me. Just get my permission first, OK?"
Sarah wrapped her arms around Tracy and hugged her. "Oh. Thankyou so much
Tracy. I'm so lucky belonging to you. You make being a crim-slave so much
easier. I'd hate to think what life would have been like if I'd been given to
someone like Harris to handle."
Tracy shuddered. "Don't think of it. If only we could get your lease tied
up then you would be safe. Oh! Hi, Pam We've finished here."
"Right mistress Tracy. I'll take the tray back then be back to dress you"
Pam slipped out the door and Sarah and Tracy headed for the bathroom.
Pam soon returned. "Now what I suggest you wear today is this, Miss Tracy."
Pam drew a blue short sleeved tunic from a chest. Tracy slipped it over her
head. It fell to just above her knees. Tracy stood in front of the mirror. It
seemed to fit well. Pam handed her a belt to go with it.
"It will be fine," she said, "It looks a lot like the one Mr Adamsdale was
wearing, design-wise."
"True, Miss Tracy. There isn't much difference in the design of male and
female tunics and its what many people wear when working."
Pam produced a pair of sandals. "These sandals are heavier then those you
wore last night, Miss Tracy, They are for outside work whereas the lighter ones
are for in-house. And here is a pair for you Sarah. This House allows its slaves
to wear sandals outside though many don't. Now if you are ready Ms Tracy, I'll
show you around. Oh and Lucy asked me to say thankyou for what you did last
night, Ms Tracy. She really appreciated it. She hopes things will be better
between her and Ms Gabrielle now."
"That's fine, Pam I hope things go well for her," replied Tracy. Taking
Sarah's hand Tracy followed Pam out the door. There was another door opposite
theirs which Pam opened and they both peered in, "Another guest room, Ms Tracy,
There are six bedrooms all together. All much the same as yours except for
Madams -Ms Frederica's that is- which is the master bedroom and is bigger. See
this is the third guest room. The family rooms are in this corridor." Pam led
the way to a new door, "This is Ms Fred's room sorry I mean Ms Frederica's," Pam
flushed at the slip, "She has a room similar to yours as does Ms Kerry. See."
Tracy and Sarah poked their heads in the rooms but didn't enter. They saw two
rooms which were very similar to their own. "This one is Madam's. It's bigger as
I said." The master bedroom was certainly bigger and had some extra furniture in
it, a small table and chairs. Pam led the way along the corridor towards what
Tracy realised was the back of the house. They passed through the dining room
and down a corridor that had walls less ornately finished to what was clearly
the kitchen. The room was busy with slaves wearing both crim-collars and
vol-chains moving around stirring pots of things cooking on stoves, which Tracy
noted were of modern design as was the lighting, she suddenly realised. All
lights were recessed in the ceiling in all rooms. Pam showed them the storage
rooms which were fitted with modern fridges and freezers for food storage.
"Where do you and the other slaves sleep, Pam?" queried Sarah, "Do you have
a room or dormitory of your own?"
"We sleep in what is known as the stables, Sarah," replied Pam. She looked
at Tracy, "If you want to see the stables...?"
"Yes please, Pam" replied Tracy. Pam led the way out a door into a rear
courtyard. There were several buildings, around the yard. From the open doors of
one could be seen the four-wheeled carriage that they had arrived in the day
before along side a second smaller two-wheeled carriage and another four-wheeled
flat topped cart similar to those they had seen at the dock the previous day.
"You can see that that shed holds the carriages," said Pam pointing, "This one
holds supplies of all sorts." she opened a door so that they could see in. The
shelves were stacked high with cases and boxes of all sizes and shapes.
"This building is what is known as the stables which is where we slaves
sleep, except for the personal body-slaves who usually sleep in their owners
room," smiled Pam, looking at Sarah who smiled back. "Some think they're the
lucky ones, but I don't think so."
"Why is that?" asked Tracy.
"Because they can at any time fall out of favour with their owner and
suddenly be reduced to the lowest status and have a hard time because the other
slaves may take it out on the rejected slave if during their time in favour they
were cruel to other slaves," explained Pam.
"I see what you mean," said Tracy slowly, "Has that happened to you Pam?"
"Yes,"
"Here?"
"No. I was sentenced to three years for stealing. My lease was purchased by
a woman who seemed to like me. She had three other slaves as well but I became
her personal body-slave and was given authority over the others - even to be
able to discipline them. Unfortunately I didn't know any better and began to
over-do the disciplining and get to uppity with them thinking my position was
secure. Then the woman purchased a new slave and I was reduced to serving her.
The other slaves had been waiting for this as they had known the woman often did
this - use a slave then dump her and got another one. They got onto me and made
my life misery knowing the mistress would actually be watching as the slaves
humiliated me. They would strip me tie me up in humiliating positions and whip
me till I screamed for mercy. I was also made to do most of the heavy carrying
when shopping. Finally one day I collapsed in the street under a load of
shopping literally at the feet of a policeman. The police charged my owner with
cruelty and she was fined and barred from owning crim leases. All of us slaves
were returned to prison where I recovered then I was leased out to the Davis
family and well, here I am."
"How much longer have you to serve?"
"About another six months. Come. I'll show you the stables." Pam opened the
door to a long building. On entering Tracy saw it was split into three sections.
"This centre room is a common room," explained Pam, "It is used for resting and
reading mainly. We house slaves eat in the kitchen." The room was furnished with
a long low table and lots of cushions. A com panel was in one wall There were
some slaves sitting on the cushions resting, reading and talking quietly. They
all fell silent as Tracy and Sarah followed Pam inside. "To the left is the
men's room and the women's room is to the right," continued Pam, "Do you want to
see them?"
"Just the women's area, thanks Pam. It's not right for strange women to
barge into the men's area and I don't want to cause trouble." Sarah noted that
Tracy's statement had resulted in relaxation in the stance of some male slaves
sitting at the table. "I take it you are not actually locked in here then?"
"Oh. We are at night," replied Pam as she led the way over to the Women's
door and opened it. Tracy noticed it had two heavy locks on it. It opened into a
long bare room with thick carpet on the floor and rings in the walls some of
which had chains hanging from them. Half-way down the room a naked woman was
sitting on a cushion, a chain running from her neck chain to a ring in the wall.
Kneeling beside her was a young girl wearing a slave tunic but nothing round her
neck. She was holding the older woman's hand tightly and looking up at Tracy and
Sarah fearfully as they approached. Looking further along the room Tracy noted
an open door that led into another room.
"What's through there?"
"The washroom and toilets."
"Then you aren't chained to the wall at night normally?"
"No only newcomers or unruly slaves are chained. This is Dora. She only
arrived yesterday. She would have been on the same ferry that you were on, but
in the cages."
"I understand. But is it usual for a slave to have her child with her?"
"Oh Yes. If the slave can't make arrangements for her children then she can
take them with her but that lowers her price as the owner must feed the child
and educate it to secondary level."
"Oh Yes I remember now. Dora how come you ended up here?"
"Please Mistress, I couldn't pay my husbands debts after he died. I signed
the bond agreement as he had when we took out the loan. When he died I was held
responsible for the debt and when I couldn't keep up the payments I was seized
and sold. This is Sheila. She won't be hurt will she?"
"No. She is safe here." replied Tracy. *I hope. She is a lovely girl Any
man would want her.* "Is this the first owner you have had as a slave, Dora?"
"Yes, M'am."
"How old is Sheila?"
"Twelve."
"She is a pretty girl. You should be proud of her."
Dora's face lit up. "I am." she replied.
Tracy stepped back and looked around. "Where are your beds or bedding,
Pam?"
"Up on that shelf, Ms Tracy. We put the mattresses down on the floor and
roll up in the blankets on them. Each morning we are required to fold them up
and put them on the shelf there." Pam pointed. "That's all there is to see here
M'am, unless you want to see the ponies and the punishment yard?"
"Certainly, If we have time."
"This way then." Pam led the way back through the common room and out the
door. They went over past the shed housing the carriages and came to another
building. "This is the second stable. The slaves housed here are used for
pulling the carriages and carts. It's the worst job on the Island yet it is
important since we don't have any drought animals on the planet. Only the really
bad slaves are used for this. They are treated like animals. Almost all are
crims and about 3/4 are male. Those female drought ponies - yes Ms Tracy they
are known as 'ponies' - are more often used to pull carriages instead of the
carts of crystal. Villa owners seem to think female ponies are nicer to look at.
That's why you will see the villa's carriages with more female ponies than male.
There are female ponies in the stables at the mine, or so I've heard."
Pam opened the outer door. Seated at a table just inside the door was a
woman Tracy recognized vaguely. She looked up sharply as the door was opened.
"Ms Tracy this is Ms Vera, she is the head overseer of the Davis slaves. Ms Vera
this is Ms Tracy, a guest of Ms Frederica's. I'm giving her the tour, M'am."
"I see." the woman sat back and looked at Tracy for a moment then stood and
held out her hand which Tracy took. "Well... Welcome to the Island, Tracy. I
hear you stirred up trouble for Gabrielle Adamsdale last night."
"I assure you Ms Andrews, I had no intention to get her into trouble. I
just couldn't stand to see how her slave was staring so hungrily at the food.
Then when Pam here told me the girl hadn't been fed for three days, well..."
Tracy shrugged a shoulder.
"Yes, that is a bit long." agreed Vera. She was dressed in a similar black
outfit Tracy had seen her in the previous day. On the table beside the papers
she had been working on was a switch which she now took up. "Come along then. I
take it Pam has shown you the first stable?"
"Yes she has."
"Right then. This way." Vera led them down a corridor with doors on the
right as they went. Tracy was conscious of Pam following curiously behind them.
These doors were locked and each had a bared window through which Tracy could
see the figure of a man or woman. "These cells are for new slaves who have not
been evaluated. You understand Tracy that when we buy new leases, each slave has
to be evaluated to decide where he or she would be most useful. Were you aware
that there were four new slaves for us on board the ferry you came over on?"
"No I wasn't."
"Well there were. They were delivered here yesterday and I am examining
them now. Three males and a female. This is one of the males." Vera peered
through the bared window on the door then unlocked the door and opened it. The
man was naked and shackled by two chains which came from the ceiling and held
him by the wrists with his arms spread up and out above his head. He wore a
brown collar. He was facing the back wall as they entered the cell. "You see
Tracy, this slave has good legs, see the thigh muscles are well developed and
the shoulder muscles are also well developed. He may well have been a sportsman
or at least a regular at a gym. There is little excess fat on him." Vera moved
round the slave so she was facing him. Tracy and Sarah followed. Tracy saw he
was gagged with a lock gag that stopped him speaking but didn't impede his
breathing. Vera continued, "See here also (She tapped the mans upper arms with
her switch) his arm muscles are in good shape also as his shoulders. I think we
will be using this slave as a hauling pony. We certainly need them."
Tracy had noticed the man was trying to speak round the gag. His eyes were
angry. "Has he been any trouble? Do you normally gag them?"
"I don't normally gag them, no. But this one wouldn't stop shouting that he
was a man not a slave and he wouldn't take orders from a woman. Look here." Vera
touched the man's left arm which showed the tattooed words WOMEN OBEY.
"Ah" said Sarah, "A member of the Cult of Ares."
"The what?" said Tracy in surprise.
Sarah looked at Vera who was looking at Tracy curiously, "You haven't heard
of the Cult of Ares?" Tracy shook her head. "Well it's a cult of men who claim
to worship the old Grecian deity of Ares, God of War. They claim men should be
in charge and all women their slaves. It is a pretty harmless cult although some
members have claimed they should have the right to rape any unmarried woman they
wish since the woman doesn't belong to a man. They sound sick to me."
"If they believe that then they sure sound sick," agreed Tracy, "May I
check his collar?"
"Certainly,"
Tracy reached up and pushed the switch on the man's collar. It lit up and
Tracy read out, "Crime- rape, sentence100 years. I see. Aunt Elizabeth told me
that was the usual sentence now for individual rape cases now that we have Long
Life Serum. Only if the case is involving children or many cases, that is a
serial rapist, will they be sentenced to a black collar."
"He wont like spending all that time under women, now, will he?" grinned
Sarah.
"Vera smiled. "No. He wont. Come and see the others."
When Vera opened the next cell, Sarah gasped "Kevin." The man was shackled
in the same way as the previous man. As they entered the cell he twisted his
head around and his eyebrows shot up.
"Sarah? Is it really you? What are you doing here?"
"You know this man, Sarah?" queried Vera, looking at her curiously.
"He is the brother of the man who wrecked my family as part of his plan to
rob the National Bank. His brother David pretended to love my mother and married
her just to get her knowledge of the banks security systems. The robbery failed
and two guards were killed and two wounded. He will do anything his brother
wants him to do. Is he here too? David Hawkins?"
"I don't think so. Still. We will see in the next cell."
"He's not," answered Kevin. "His lease was purchased by the Adamsdale
crystal mine."
Sarah slowly walked right round Kevin then faced him again. "Do you still
think it was smart to follow David and his ideas, Kevin?" He didn't answer.
On opening the next cell Sarah sighed. "No. Its not him. Funny. I don't
know if I'm sorry he isn't here or relieved that he isn't. He is a monster who
doesn't care who he hurts so long as he gets what he wants." Sarah took a deep
breath. "Will all three men be ponies, M'am?" she queried of Vera.
"Probably. They all have the necessary leg muscles. Two of them will be
sent to the mine stable in a day or so." Vera opened another cell. "This is the
female slave that came with the males."
"Natile Hawkins," gasped Sarah. Staring at the woman shackled before her.
The woman was chained as were the men, her wrists secured high above her head
and wide apart. She wore a black collar. Her breasts were firm and round, lifted
high by the upraising of the arms. Her eyebrows shot up as her eyes settled on
Sarah.
"Sarah! Are you all right?"
"Hello Natile, I'm fine."
Tracy studied the woman displayed before her. She was about as tall as
Tracy, with shoulder length brown hair, nice looking breasts, flat tummy, trim
hips, well muscled legs, neatly trimmed pussy. Tracy watched as Sarah stared at
the woman for a long moment then moved forward and to Tracy's surprise, put a
hand gently on Natile's cheek and stroked it.
"Why did you let David rule your life Natile?" she asked quietly. Sarah
turned to Tracy, "I don't think Natile is as bad as her brothers, Tracy because
when I was called to trial and the question of a Truth Light was raised, I
actually heard her arguing with David, trying to convince him to get the Light.
He refused, and when Natile wouldn't stop arguing I heard a hard slap. He hit
her. I didn't actually see him do it but later when I saw Natile she had a nasty
bruise on her cheek. She said she had run into a door but I knew it wasn't
true." Sarah turned and faced the shackled woman. "Were you afraid of David,
Natile? Is that why you went along with his plans?"
Natile slowly nodded her head. "Yes. I'd always been afraid of him. You see
, there is six years between us and one day, when I was eight David was angry
because he had been told to stay home and look after me while our parents were
out. He grabbed me, threw be onto his bed pulled my clothes off and.... and.."
Natile stopped and took a deep breath. She was shaking. "After that I was always
scared of him. He said he would always get me eventually if ever I crossed him,
and I believed him. Our father always took his part in any argument and said
women should do as their men said. I became to scared to do anything other than
what he said."
"I see," said Sarah, "Thanks for trying about the Light anyway."
"Don't mention it. Is David here on the Island? I know Kevin is here."
"No. Kevin said he went to the Adamsdale mine."
This news seemed to relax Natile. She looked at Vera. "May I know what is
to happen to me, M'am?"
Tracy looked at Vera. "Will Natile be going to the mine too?"
"No. She will remain here and be a pony for the personal carriages here.
Many families prefer women in the harness of their carriages, they think it
looks nicer. The claim is that they are more graceful. They are also preferred
as pack ponies for the same reason."
"Well from the little I've seen of them, I think they may be right. Natile
here certainly has a nice figure. Are both vol-slaves as well as crim-slaves
used in harness, Vera?" queried Tracy.
"Certainly. By the way, has Sarah had any slave schooling, Tracy?"
"No. I've been hoping, perhaps foolishly, that there was a chance to get
her out of the collar. There is something wrong with her sentencing. Aunt
Elizabeth believes the judge was wrong in sentencing her. She believes Sarah
should not have been tried. She was only defending her sister after all. Aunt
Elizabeth says normally her case would have been declared justifiable homicide."
"Is there really much chance of getting it changed?"
"Probably not, I suppose," sighed Tracy, slipping an arm round Sarah, "But
last night some information came to light that may farce the authorities to
review her case. It seems that there could be a connection between Sarah's trial
judge and the rapist she killed. But it's not proven yet."
"You care for her don't you?"
"Very much. If she must stay in the collar, I would like to have her lease,
for life."
"How come you don't already have it? I thought crims were leased out almost
immediately."
"There is a fifty year old Ministerial ruling that children who commit
murder under age of 15 must spend 12 months behind bars first. Sarah was only 13
when it happened. It will be another 7 months before she can be leased out."
"I see."
"Were you going to suggest she have some training of some sought?"
"Yes, if she was to stay here I could evaluate her for you. If she is not
leased, how come she is with you?"
"I go to the school that Robinvale Prison sends its school-age inmates too.
I was appointed her 'handler' at school. Do you know of that system?"
"No."
"It means each crim student has a free student appointed to look after or
'handle' her. See she gets any help she needs and sees also she doesn't run off.
I was appointed Sarah's handler and we became close. Handlers often have their
crims home for the weekends and holidays. During the school year though they
must return to the prison. Normally they have to wear prison clothing and in the
case of a black collar, hands are required to be chained, but since this is a
private island Sarah is allowed to drop those rules."
"I see, so if nothing can be done for her case you intend to buy her lease
in 7 months."
"If it is the only way, yes."
"What do you think of all this Sarah?"
"I've accepted my position now, M'am. At first I thought there might be a
chance of a reprieve, but I don't have much hope now. All I do hope for is that
it is Tracy that gets my lease. She has been very good to me and I have come to
love her very much. I could accept being her slave in either a collar or a
chain."
Tracy flushed and squeezed Sarah tightly. Then she looked at her watch. "We
better get back soon. Is there any part we haven't seen Vera?"
"Only the training yard. and living quarters. This way"
"I'll see you later then Natile," said Sarah.
"Yes Sarah, I hope things go well for you. Goodbye."
Vera led the way along the corridor past more cells, to where the corridor
ended in a T- junction where the building extended off in two directions each
behind a locked door. The two doors were marked simply Stallions and Fillies.
Vera opened the door marked Fillies. Inside were some 20 slaves. All were naked
but for their neck collars or chains, and also a shackle on an ankle. Some
slaves were sitting on cushions reading book viewers, some watching a news
broadcast, others were playing with a ball. Two were kneeling over a chessboard.
One was using an exercise machine. There was a com machine on one wall. Two were
having sex in the '69' position at one end of the room, a dark haired slave on
top of a fair haired one, both with their tongues working busily in the other's
cunt. There was a row of long shelves along one wall which held bedding and
other equipment. At the far end of the room was a tiled area on which were a
line of toilets and wash-basions and showers.
As soon as the door was opened all the slaves stopped whatever they had
been doing and ran to stand in a long line, their toes on a long green tape
fixed into the carpet. All, that is except the two having sex who were so
excited and so intent on each other they hadn't noticed the door opening.
"Kneel," barked Vera as she proceeded down the length of the room. All
slaves immediately knelt, their backs straight, heads down. Tracy saw also that
there was a series of red glass-like objects in lines running across and down
the length of the room and wondered what they were for. Vera proceeded over to
where the two lovers were and waited. Tracy noted that the other slaves didn't
move or even look round. Finally both the slaves came to orgasm and collapsed
gasping. Vera poked them with her switch. "Have you two slaves suddenly
forgotten your training that you think we should have to wait for you to finish
enjoying yourselves before we do anything around here?" Vera demanded. Still
gasping both slaves scrambled onto their knees, heads pressed to the carpet.
"Forgive me Mistress, gasped the blonde-haired one.
"We did not see you, Mistress, forgive us," said the dark-haired one.
"Bottoms up, both of you," snapped Vera. Both slaves immediately brought
their knees forward under them and pressing their heads to the carpet, raised
their bottoms up and held them steady. Vera moved to the side of the blonde and
rested the tip of her switch on the proffered bottom. Then she raised the switch
and swung.
CRACK "AWWWW..... one," gasped the blonde. The dark-haired one didn't
stir.
CRACK "AWWWW....... two,"
CRACK "AWWWWWW..... three," she sobbed.
CRACK "AWWWWWWW.....four"
Vera now moved to the side of the dark-haired slave and again rested her
switch on the slaves bottom, before she raised it and swung.
CRACK "one" counted the slave calmly.
CRACK "two"
CRACK "th...three"
CRACK "f.. four," she sobbed.
"You will both remain where you are until I return," snapped Vera. She
turned and strode back to where Tracy and Sarah were standing with a silent Pam
behind them.
"You see Tracy all our Fillies are kept healthy and strong by regular
exercise and work At the same time we don't deny them news from the outside
world. Also they can send messages to family if they wish, although not many do.
They live and sleep here. Their bedding is stored on the shelves there. They
sleep on the floor on the mattresses you see rolled up there." Vera was gently
stroking the nearest slave across the shoulder and back. Tracy saw that the
slave eagerly moved into the stroking, obversely enjoying the touch.
"I see. Do they eat here too?"
"Yes. Food is brought over from the kitchen. The Stallions have the same
arrangements but right now there are none here. All are out working. Come this
way and I will show you the punishment yard and the harness room."
Vera led the way out the side door into the yard where several devices
familiar to Tracy and Sarah were set up. A large barrel, A flogging frame a
pillory and other devices, none of which were in use at this time. Vera led the
way across the yard to the building which housed the carriages. The main doors
were open and ponies were being prepared for harnessing Four ponies were already
in harness and were secured to the four-wheel carriage. Two others were hanging
from a bar by their wrists. "They are being washed" explained Vera as they
approached, "Ponies are always washed before harnessing when they are to pull
carriages."
The two attendants, both free women, first sprayed the two ponies all over
with a liquid soap. They followed this by rubbing them all over with sponges and
their soapy hands, going into all curves and crevices and obversely enjoying
themselves immensely. Finally they turned a hose onto the suspended ponies and
rinsed them off. The ponies were then dried with a hot air blower then one was
released from the bar and harnessed. First the pony's hands were shackled to a
cross-bar standing out from the wall, then the attendant pushed the pony's head
down, bending her over the bar. One of the women then pulled the pony's
butt-cheeks apart while the other produced a long tail that was inserted into
the pony's butt-hole. Sandals were then put on the pony's feet, followed by the
head gear that had a colourful plume sticking up from it and included the two
side devices that limited the vision to forward. Straps went under the fillies
breasts, pushing them up and emphasising them. The last item was the bit-gag
which was locked in the mouth. The pony was then taken to the carriage and
shackled to a cross-bar sticking out from the central shaft, the reins being
draped over the driver's seat.
"Where's Meg," demanded Vera suddenly, "If she is late she will feel my
canes kiss."
"Here Ms Vera," came the cheerful reply as a brown chained slave entered
the building. She was dressed as she had been the day before, Tracy noted, a
blue wrap- skirt, her nipples clamped with a chain between the clamps.
"Meg how do you stand those clamps." queried Tracy, "They must hurt."
"They do Mistress but I love it," came the cheerful reply.
"Do you like all type of pain or just on your nipples?"
"All types, Ms. I seem to get an orgasm from all pain. Ms Vera hasn't yet
found a way for me to not et an orgasm from pain."
Tracy glanced at Vera who nodded. "True Tracy. This slave is a true
masochist. She loves pain in all its forms."
"Incredible. By the way, yesterday there were only four ponies, today six.
Why is that?"
"Longer distance to go and larger number of passengers, M'am," replied Meg,
"See. We can add extensions on to the central bar and have as many ponies as
needed."
"Remarkable," said Tracy shaking her head. She watched as Meg checked the
harnesses of the six ponies and climbed into the drivers seat and picked up the
reins and whip.
"Climb aboard M'am. Ms Fred and Ms Kerry are nearly ready."
"Right," said Tracy, "Thankyou for showing us around Vera and thankyou for
the tour Pam."
Tracy and Sarah climbed aboard and Meg cracked the whip over the
slave-ponies heads. They immediately put their hands on the cross-bars and
pushed hard with their legs. the carriage moved slowly off. Meg drove round the
house and reined up at the front door. Fred and Kerry Davis emerged from the
front door followed by their slaves who each carried a picnic basket.
"So there you are," said Fred as the carriage drew up at the front steps.
"We wondered where you had got to. Pam give you the tour?"
"Yes thanks, Cousin," replied Tracy, "You have an incredible set-up here.
We have seen both your stables. We also saw these ponies being prepared."
"Ah. I see."
The picnic baskets were tied to the back of the carriage and then Fred and
Kerry climbed aboard followed by Doris and Jane. Tracy noted that each slave was
sitting opposite her mistress. Meg cracked her whip again and with a heave the
ponies set off. Tracy noted that the ponies set a steady pace that was something
of a slow trot. She turned to Fred.
"We saw the stables, Fred," she said quietly, "And also your four new
slaves. Did you know who they were?"
"No, who they were in there old life is of little importance here, Tracy.
Why. Did you recognise anyone?"
"Not me, M'am. But Sarah did. You have purchased the brother and sister of
the man who married Sarah's mother to get her security knowledge and then ruined
her family. But not the man himself. Are you sure that wasn't deliberate?"
"Quite sure I assure you, Tracy. The males will be sent to the mine
tomorrow, the female will become another pony. One of our pony's is up for
release shortly. She will go back to Robinvale with you in fact when you leave
here."
"Excuse me, M'am," said Sarah, "How come the ponies can keep up such a
steady pace for so long? This carriage and all of us must be heavy."
"Not as heave as you may think, Sarah. This carriage is actually made of
tubular plastic. It is very light for its size. It's the same with all our
carriages and carts. Anyway if need be we simply add extra ponies when the load
gets to much."
"By the way Tracy we have accepted an invitation to a dinner at the Evans
villa in three days time. Hope you will agree to come. And yes Sarah will come
too. It is normal for an owner to be accompanied by his or her personal slave."
"Yes, Of course we will come." Tracy sat back and admired the view as they
went along. Then she frowned and glanced at Sarah who was looking around them
also. Will there be any problems with the coming visit? Perhaps Reginald Thomas
wouldn't recognize them. Should she remind Kerry of this or not? Tracy sighed
and pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She settled back to enjoy the
ride. *Will I ever be able to afford to own a villa like the Davis?*
Part 8. The mine, the picnic and the visit.
