Captain Morgan looked at his computer screen and read the email from the Welsh Assembly Government with a growing smile. At last the thought to himself as he opened the attachment that detailed the provision of European Directive 2005/1002.
For the best part of four years and after
many fact finding missions, research documents political commissions the well
paid bureaucrats at
He scanned the document until he found the entry.
License 2005/1002/WAG)!
HAULFRYN PRIVATE WOMENS PRISON FACILTY
Morgan read on as the details of all the
procedures and compliances confirmed the facts. He smiled as he adjusted his
position in his chair. Everything seemed in order. From
Mind you he couldn’t complain about Section 15.4 of the Directive either at the end of the day it was only fair after all and really only minimum compensation. But he would deal with that at roll call.
He finished his coffee and then closed the file on his desk and reached for a label. In his best handwriting he wrote out the words “EUROPEAN FEMALE SLAVE DIRECTIVE 2005”.
Reaching under his desk he touched her shoulder and then zipped himself up and left for Roll Call.
Tania tried as hard as she could to swallow the captain’s seed. Even after all her time in having to suck men’s cocks she found the task disgusting. She tried to get comfortable in her cramped position under his desk. It was only her third day on punishment rota B and she knew it would get worse before it get better.
Her bra hurt like hell, 2 cup sizes too small and with 144 drawing pins individually placed between both cups by her own hand it was always hard every morning when she was forced to put in on. 18 hours a day with sore tits and little trails of blood running down at various times of the day as she was moved around for her duties was so cruel. Actually her knees hurt more now as she rested over the connecting beam of his desk. Her round bottom fully exposed to any visitor to the captain’s office as her head faced his crutch. Her ankles firmly secured to the spreader bar ensured her openness.
Her mind briefly wandered back over her journey from the Ukraine to the sex industry in the UK. Her year of being forced to be a prostitute and then that raid by the immigration services which lead to her four year jail sentence .She could still not believe how harsh the penal system was in Western Europe. Still she tried to work out how may hours more shed be in the position.
The Captain stood on the terrace as the morning sun came over the valley side, The sheer beauty of the place still overwhelmed him. The stark but bright green hills surrowded the old country house and all of the outhouses and walled garden. There were times when he was almost tempted to find out more about the history of this place. Built in the 1850s it was a country estate of some Lord or other but all he was aware of that the Yanks took it over during the second world war for officers quarters and training, The British Army carried on using its isolated location for wild country training for many years, before it became briefly an outdoor persuits centre.
When Quality Secure Systems inc. bought the place 10 years back there was lots of local opposition but good wages and the buying slowly of all the local property for staff quarters had made all that fizzle out.
It was now the perfect set up totally isolated and secure and he had complete control of all he could see and hed made very good use of it but now he could go much further!
Morgan reached into his combats and pulled out his hip flask. He took a swig and then raised the flask to the morning sun .”God Bless the Yanks and the White Slave Act” was his early toast to the day.
He cast his eyes to the two blocks where his 112 unsuspecting prisoners were about to find out how the power of the European Directive would be changing their lives forever. As he moved off the terrace he reminded himself that the ukranian bitch on B duties would get 30 lashes for being such a poor cock sucker
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