CHAPTER ONE

THE CAPTURE

She has risen early that spring morning, with the dawn still to come. After a shower and a light breakfast she collected the cases from the hall and set off to begin her holiday, quietly closing the door of her flat behind her. The birds were raising a Dawn Racket as she walked across the car park to where her Volvo sat beside a black transit van.

Susan had two weeks holiday, an unexpected bonus from her new boss, a man she had not even seen. He had picked her to be his secretary when he took over the company and ordered that she be given an extra holiday "to prepare her for working for me". She wasn't going to argue with good fortune when it came!

She had just got the key in the lock when a voice came, quiet and silky, from behind her.

"Miss Barton?"

She jumped and turned. Standing beside the now open side door of the van was a tall and muscular man with short-cut black hair. Dressed in a raincoat, one hand was in a pocket and another cupped something small.

"God! Don't do that! What do you want?"

"You are Miss Susan Barton?"

He kept glancing at whatever he held in his hand. A photograph?

"Ms Barton," she said, irritated, "Yes. What is it you want?"

Her insistence on 'Ms' seemed to amuse him.

"We'd like you to come along with us."

She frowned. "Are you police? What's...."

And then suddenly strong arms had grabbed her elbows, pinning her from behind. She heard a metallic clicking and felt something close around her wrists. She opened her mouth to scream or shout but the man in front of her stepped forward and thrust between her teeth a rubber coated metal ring that forced her mouth open and gagged her.

The man behind her forced her face down onto the bonnet of her car and she felt the straps attached to the ring being buckled behind her head and cutting into the sides of her mouth. She tried to struggle but the hands held her firm. Then she felt her skirt being lifted and then her panties being taken down. Throughout this neither of the men had spoken a word, acting like a well-rehearsed team that had done this a hundred times before. Then a coolness on her left buttock followed by a sharp pain there.

And then all the fight went out of her, she felt all her body go limp and the men release her, allowing her to slide down the bonnet and lie, her panties around her knees, on the gravel surface of the car park. She began to drift towards unconsciousness, her vision getting blurry, the hushed voices of the men coming from a great distance.

"....take the car to Heathrow, Eric and meet us..."

Then she was being lifted over a shoulder.

"....I'll check out the flat...."

She was lying on her back in the van and the door was closing and she was going down into the Dark...

CHAPTER TWO:

A NEW LIFE

Her mouth was dry and filled with something hard. Her head ached and she became aware that she was lying on wood. She felt her skin against the rough planks and became aware that she was naked.

Then she became aware of the smell of leather in her nostrils and something covering her face. She tried to pull it away. That was when she realised that her wrists were confined, held in something wooden that also circled her neck.

As all these sensations overwhelmed her and the terror of what happened in the car park struck her, Susan moaned. She tensed when, as if attracted by the noise, footsteps came over towards her. As they approached Susan became aware that the planking beneath her was swaying gently. She was on a boat! Then the footsteps stopped. A man spoke.

"Another one's awake. Kneel up slut."

Susan decided to pretend to be asleep. Perhaps if they left her alone... Then suddenly there was the sound of whistling in the air and a line of fire burned across her back. She tried to scream, but whatever filled her mouth muffled it.

"I said kneel up!"

Trying not to whimper, Susan obeyed. The man's voice was rough and had a strange accent.

"That's better. Don't play stupid games with me again or you'll get worse than that. Now, like to see where you are?"

Susan nodded her head tentatively.

"Like the mask off, the gag out?"

She nodded again more emphatically.

"Right then. But I don't want any trouble. You speak one word, you give me any lip at all and you can finish your journey in darkness, understood? Just do what I say and it'll be better for you. Now then..."

Susan heard buckles being undone behind her head and then the mask was being pulled from her face and the gag came away from her mouth and she was blinking her eyes in the sudden light. It came from a set of wooden stairs leading upwards into daylight and illuminated a large cabin. Filling the cabin were about a dozen women. All of them were naked. And beautiful.

All wore around their necks small wooden stocks like those that held Susan's hands and neck captive. A steel staple stuck out at the front. She could see that the wood was worn smooth and stained with the sweat and tears of many prisoners. Most of the women lay unconscious. Two knelt up as if at attention but still wore their hoods.

One without her hood knelt in a corner. Her face was to the walls and on her back were red stripes, fresh and stark against her pale skin. She seemed to be crying quietly. Then Susan looked at the man who stood over her. He was unshaven and bulky. His arms were heavily muscled but he had a noticeable beer gut covered by his single garment, a sort of tunic. He smelt of sweat, beer and oil. In his right hand he held the hood. In his left a thin cane. He smiled down at Susan.

"Thirsty, little slut? Ah, ah, don't speak. If you speak without permission, you'll get what that one in the corner got. Just nod, that's nice. All right, here you go."

He dumped a wooden bucket down in front of Susan. It was full of murky water and she thought she saw...things floating in it. Bewildered she looked up at him. Suddenly he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down into the water. Gasping and choking she was forced to to drink. When he let her up he pulled her head back and looked down into her face.

"You'll have to be sharper than that, little slut. If you don't do what's expected of you, you'll be hurt. Badly hurt. Are you going to be good? Are you?"

Terrified and bewildered, Susan could only nod.

"Good. Then , get you mouth around this."

He raised his tunic to show a long, thick, circumcised prick. Susan hesitated only for a moment and when he raised the cane she caught the end of the cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The taste of it filled her mouth and she felt the pulse of the blood as it thickened and swelled. The stale smell of the man nearly overwhelmed her but she dared not do anything.

Terror and disgust mingled in her mind. Where could she be? Where had the kidnappers taken her? She wondered at her own docile reaction to the situation. She could not bring herself to argue with the big man and as his cock became rigid in her mouth she found to her own astonishment that she was becoming aroused. Her nipples hardened as the head of his cock began to bang against the back of her throat. And then he was coming, exploding down her throat, filling her with salty cum that made her choke and splutter.

"Swallow it! Don't you dare loose a drop or I'll have the skin off your back! That's good! Ah, gooood! Lick me clean, little slut. Suck it up! Every drop!"

A short while later Susan lay at his feet. She was hot and flustered but felt very strange. She was not disgusted at what she had been made to do but felt strangely aroused by the situation. The guard warned her against talking or trying to leave the hold and then stalked out. Susan pulled herself to her knees. The taste of the guard's come was still in her mouth but she could not bring herself to drink from the bucket instead.

She shuffled over to where the other women knelt. She had just opened her mouth to speak to them when one of them looked up at her. The sheer terror in that look made her stop. The other woman, a busty blonde looked over to where the crying woman knelt in the corner, her back covered with fresh red stripes.

Susan, sank down against a bulwark. She shuddered as she remembered how the guard's brutal attentions had aroused her. Who had brought her here? The men in the car park had been efficient professionals. Was she to be kept prisoner in some Third World Harem? Why had she been chosen? She was beautiful but not fabulously so. What was happening? There was a small pile of straw in one corner. Susan burrowed herself into it. Despite her fears, tiredness and the rocking motion of the boat lulled her to sleep.

Susan awoke to the sound of footsteps coming down the steps. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw men coming down and kicking awake the still unconscious women. They wore tunics and sandals and carried canes. Nervously she knelt up and the fat guard came over to her. He fitted a leash to the staple on the front of her yoke and pulled her to her feet.

"Right, no dallying or talking or it will be the worse for you. Come on!"

He gave a vicious tug at the leash. She tottered forward and together they headed for the stairs. As she climbed she was dazzled by bright sunlight, the air warm and strange on her naked flesh. She was on the wooden deck of a sailing boat as it swayed at anchor. The leash tugged her towards the edge of the boat and she was walking carefully down a gangplank.

Then she was lead along the stone quay. Men were working, mending nets and ropes, ignoring her passage as if a naked woman on a leash were a perfectly normal sight. By now her sight had adapted and she saw how she was being lead past dockside buildings which shone in whitewashed splendour beneath a bright blue sky. The men were dressed in rough seaman's gear or in the tunics she had seen before, reminiscent of a Roman costume drama. Their complexions, though some were swarthy, did not seem to indicate that she was in an Arab country.

Then she was being lead into a market square. Fruit and fish-sellers were crying their wares. Strangely they seemed to be doing it in English. Where could she be? Her guard lead her up to a stone platform at one side of the market. They mounted it by a flight of stone steps which was so old that a lazy curve had been worn in the steps by centuries of use. He forced her down to her knees and then fixed her leash to one of a rows of staples set into the stone. He told her to be silent and then left.

From her kneeling position Susan looked up. At the far end of the platform a table was set up where a man in robes was writing with a quill pen on a scroll. A large man, stripped to the waist, stood by him, stirring the coals in a brazier with an iron rod. Before him was a large wooden block shaped rather like a vaulting horse. She looked across the market square and saw other girls from the boat being brought across by guards.

A small crowd was gathering at the far end of the platform, taking seats and chattering. Two adolescent boys came over to where Susan was kneeling and examined her critically.

"Wot about this one then?"

"Nice. Too nice for us. She'll go to a House. Maybe even private."

"Not fair. Houses get all the best and the nobs get the rest."

"Yeah. Well if she goes to a House, you'll get your chance."

"Suppose. Nice tits on her."

Susan looked at them in despair. She plucked up courage and spoke: "Please. Can you tell me where..."

A passing guard brought a cane down on her back. She howled with pain and the two boys went off laughing to inspect the rest of the kneeling women. In a short while the platform was full of kneeling women. All the hoods had been removed although some were still gagged. Many were weeping and some bore the signs of recent canings. The robed man rose from his table and rang a handbell to bring silence.

"My Lords and Ladies, noble citizens of the Republic. It is my pleasure today to bring before you a freshly landed cargo of barbarian beauties. Suitable for training as pleasure slaves or as domestics. We have some choice stock for sale today, noble friends; all are as yet unbranded and untrained but are guaranteed as prime stock by the House of Chalmath. Bartog, the first slave please."

One of the guards went to where the first woman knelt at the far end of the line from Susan. He unleashed her and carried her to the 'vaulting horse' where metal bands about her legs and body held her in place. Her eyes watched fearfully from above her gag as the large man stirred the brazier again and brought out a red-hot glowing brand. Muffled protests turned to muffled screams as he held it to her left thigh for a long count of four. When he took it away, her thigh was marked and tears of pain were rolling down her face. A smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The guard took her from the block and threw her at the robed man's feet.

"Now, then my Lords and Ladies, noble citizens, what am I bid for this lovely barbarian slut. One silver, a silver five, two, and three. Do I hear four anywhere? Three and ten. Do I hear four?"

usan watched dumbstruck at all this. Children and women were watching this bizarre and disgusting ritual with full approval. One of the young boys who had approached her put in a bid early on, but most of the bidding seemed to be between a burly man and a richly dressed woman.

"No more bids? One gold ten. The second time, one gold ten. The third time? Sold to Lady Aurena!"

The sobbing, newly branded woman was lifted to her feet and the yoke removed from about her neck. A huge, musclebound man came down to the platform from beside the woman who had made the winning bid and bound the woman, casually as if he had done it a thousand times before, her hands tied by thongs behind her and clicked a metal collar shut about her neck. He tugged her by a leash attached to it over to a desk where coins and paperwork changed hands.

By now the next woman in the line was bent over the branding horse. She was ungagged but her screams and appeals might as well have been unspoken. Susan looked around, turning her eyes away from the sale. The other women shackled to the platform were either weeping or watching the proceedings with horrified fascination. Even the guards were watching the sale rather than their captives.

Susan decided to take her chance. It might be her last. She bent her head to where her leash was fixed to the staple. With her teeth, slowly painfully she began to undo it, looking up frequently to see if she had been spotted. Three more women had been sold before she got the leash loose. After the first two they had seemed too stunned to protest although each one cried out as the brand touched their flesh.

Susan waited until the fifth woman was crying out with the pain of that fiery kiss and then she made her move. As stealthily as she could she crawled backwards until she reached the edge of the platform. Then she got her legs over the side and she ran!

It wasn't until she had reached the edge of the square that she heard the cry go up behind her. She heard the voice of one of the young boys cry out: "Runner!" And then a huge cry as everyone in the square seemed to take up the shout.

Susan panicked. She had planned to remove the yoke somewhere out of sight and then steal some clothes. But at the sound of pursuit she just ran. She found herself running downhill, towards the docks. Perhaps she could hide on a boat, get away from this mad place. She came to the quayside, her blood pounding in her ears. She looked out across the harbour where fishing boats bobbed. Just sailing out was a magnificent wooden ship. It looked like a cross between a Roman galleon and a catamaran, with huge outriggers at either side. Perhaps it was the ship that had brought her here.

And then her whole world turned upside down. There came a roar and the 'outriggers' glowed with a purple light. And the sailing ship rose into the air. Susan fell to her knees and watched as it headed off, gently climbing into the bright blue air. And as she knelt there, they found her.

Then they took her back to the market place where she was branded and sold. The buyer was the Lady Aurena of the House of Tranquil Pleasure. She fetched three gold pieces twelve, an excellent price for an untrained barbarian.

CHAPTER THREE

THE GARDEN & THE KENNEL

None of them spoke. They had been ordered to silence at the market and shown a long, whippy cane that dangled from the overseer's belt and told that they would be punished for the slightest disobedience. But beside the threat of pain, they were too shocked to speak. Suddenly thrust into an unknown world, treated like animals for sale, they retreated into themselves, disbelieving all they saw.

Susan saw they were coming to a set of wealthy villas above the town. Women on shopping expeditions, men deep in serious conversation, didn't even look up as the naked women were lead through the street. And then the woman who had bought them stopped by an iron gate. A large burly guard naked to the waist and carrying a sword unlocked it and the overseer and the slaves followed her inside.

Susan found herself being led through a large and beautiful garden. It was surrounded by a high wall with vicious looking spikes at the top but inside there were lovely grottos with tinkling fountains and erotic statues. The three women were led along cool stone paths to a terrace in front of the villa.

The Lady seated herself there by a small table. As she picked up a handbell and rung it the overseer forced his three captives to their knees before her. Susan looked up nervously and glanced around her. The terrace was surrounded by tall trees and the stone slab felt cold against her flesh. The Lady had spread out various documents across the table when a young woman entered and knelt before her. She bowed her head to the ground and waited.

Susan found herself staring. The woman was not only naked and collared as the three of them were. Her nipples had been ringed and a length of golden chain ran between the twin gold circles. Two further lengths stretched down to the V between her legs. Susan found the barbaric sight fascinating. Once again she felt the strange acceptance fill her that she had experienced on the boat: the things that should frighten and disgust her were exciting her! She wondered what it had felt like to have that tender flesh pierced. And was the girl really ringed...there?

The Lady did not even look up but said: "Breakfast, Kitten, and have Kodri attend me."

The girl whispered: "Yes, Mistress," and rose to go.

As she went Susan could see that she was indeed ringed down below. The gold piercing her clitoris showed clearly against her bare, shaven pussy. Susan felt herself shiver. The Lady stood and looked over at the three cowering women.

"Now, then, let me make clear to you three what has happened here and what is expected of you." She paused. "You are slaves. That is the law here in the Republic. I have brought you and own you as much as I do this House. I can do what I please with you and under the laws here you have no rights at all. None. I can punish you in any way I choose, I can sell you or kill you and have you sold for dog meat. I have done that in the past with slaves who failed to pay back my investment and I will do it again if I have to. Do you understand?"

Silence.

"I said do you understand? YOU!" She pointed at Susan. "Do you understand what I am saying to you?"

Her belly clenching with fear, Susan stammered: "Yes, yes I understand."

The overseer's lash came down across her back and he snarled in her ear: "Slaves address their owner as 'Mistress'!"

Susan bit back tears. "I understand, Mistress, I understand, I'm sorry!"

"And do you believe what I've told you?"

Susan looked up at the woman's terrible, implacable eyes and felt again that sense of attraction, of excitement. "Yes, I believe you would do that, Mistress."

The Lady nodded, satisfied. "Do not forget, that. Ever."

She turned back to the table and seated herself as the slavegirl returned with a tray of food closely followed by a huge man, even larger than the overseer.

"Put it down there, Kitten and return to your duties. However, slaves, although I have the right to destroy you, I have invested money in you and I intend to get every copper's value back for that investment and more. This is Kodri, my chief trainer. He will be in charge of your training and discipline during your first months with us. He will prepare you to become a credit to this House. From now on if you wish to live you will concentrate on becoming perfect, obedient slaves, skilled sexual playthings. Kodri, your new pupils."

The huge man came and stood over them. At a signal the overseer pulled Susan to her feet before him by the leash on her collar. She found herself looking up into the man's stern face.

"Is this the runner?" His voice was a bass rumble.

"Yes, you had better deal with that now." The Mistress' voice did not sound particularly concerned.

Kadri gestured to the overseer who took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled them together above her head. She felt cold metal around both wrists and then she was hauled over to one of the nearby trees. A chain from the metal cuffs was slung over a branch and she felt her feet leave the ground as the whole of her weight tugged agonizingly at her shoulders.

"Ah, please no...Mistress...please." It was strange how easily that word came to her lips.

The Mistress' voice came as if from a great distance. "But more important than the fact you are legal slaves, is the fact that you are already true slaves. Inside you there is that which wants to submit, wants to be controlled. If it were not so, you would not have been brought here. Think on that as you watch this punishment. This slave tried to run away. As it was a first offence she will not be slain outright nor have her legs crippled. Watch carefully, you slaves and learn. Kodri, thirty lashes."

"Mistress, no please! I...Arrrghhhh!"

A line of fire crossed her back. She felt her throat open and a scream tear out of her.

And that was only the first blow.

Eventually the agony ended and she was thrown at the Mistress' feet.

"Will you be trying to escape again, little slave?"

"No, no Mistress, I promise!"

"Kiss the Mistress' feet," growled Kodri, "and thank her for being so merciful to you."

Susan crawled painfully forward and kissed the sandeled feet, hearing herself babble:

"Thank you, thank you, kind Mistress, thank you..." The Mistress' cool voice cut across all this.

"Kodri, she is yours; have her back seen to. Slave, from now on you will be known as Slave 4729."

She bent over a ledger and wrote the name down before looking up at Kudri and handing him a small brass disk.

"Take her away."

The huge man fixed a leash to Susan's collar and pulled her to her feet by it before reaching under her chin and clipping the disk in place. Then he pulled hard at the leash and lead off forcing her to follow. He lead the way into the mansion and across a mosaic floor whose pattern showed a slave-girl tied to a tree whilst being flogged with birch twigs by a woman. Susan felt the floor cold under her feet as they crossed towards a huge kitchen where a dozen slaves toiled at huge pots and pans under the direction of a hugely obese chef who nodded his greetings to Kudri as they passed by.

Then down a flight of stone steps leading at the bottom to a space lit by a bare electric bulb, incongruously modern looking in these surroundings. Seated at a table were two huge men, dressed in tunics like her captor who looked up from a dice game when they entered. Behind them was a locked, barred door such as one might see in a prison.

"A new one for you, lads. Kneel slut. There, keep your head down. Her back needs treating, Tiros."

One of the men went towards a cupboard and produced a pot of white ointment and, kneeling behind her began to spread the contents across her lacerated back. The other picked up a sheaf of papers and a piece of charcoal and looking down at Susan said:

"Number, Slave?"

In fear she looked up at Kodri. He snarled: "You are now Slave 4729. Who are you?"

"I am...Slave 4729."

She cried out again as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back cruelly.

"Slaves address free men as Master. Now who are you?"

"I am Slave 4729, Master."

"Do not forget again. From now on you have only one choice to make. Either you will obey or you will die. It is that simple. I do not think you have it in you to choose death over slavery. From now on you will punished whenever you fail to obey promptly and wholeheartedly. The only way you will survive is to obey and learn to be a good slave. Do you understand 4729?"

"Yes,M..Master."

"We will see. Remember that all the men here are your Masters. You must obey them all instantly. Tiros, Kurit. Show her her place."

Then she was being lifted up and thrown down on the cold stone floor, crying out as her back touched it. One of the guards was tightly gripping her breasts and licking and biting down on her nipples. The other was raising his tunic fly and displaying a huge penis, some nine inches long.

"Suck me, slut." came the guttural command and then he was forcing his length down into her throat, nearly choking her. Then the other guard moved his mouth down between her legs and began to lick at her clitoris. Soon she began to respond to the stimulation she was receiving. It hurt, it was humiliating, the two men were rough and vile. But they knew how to handle a woman's body. She felt her pussy heating and moistening. Somehow the fact that Kodri watched dispassionately her made her even more aroused. Her nipples were hard and rigid. The man between her legs said something to Kodri in a language she did not recognise and the three men laughed.

"Kurit says that you are already a Hot Slave. That is good for you."

Then the man at her mouth was taking away his hardened prick and taking the place of the other man between her legs. His huge cock was thrusting into her moist depths, stretching and filling her. Kurit came round to her mouth and filled it again. And as the two men used her, she felt something build inside her that she had never known before. She felt the heart-stopping wave of an orgasm build inside her. What none of her lovers had been able to give her, what consideration and understanding had failed to provide, was coming to her now as she was degraded and abused by total strangers.

Tears came to her eyes as she realised that the Mistress had chosen well. Inside her too there must be a Slave if she could enjoy being treated like this! After they had filled her with their come, leaving her sweaty, panting and ashamed, the two guards rose to their feet and Kodri spoke:

"Take her to her kennel and let her rest. We will begin her training in the morning."

She was hauled to her feet and again bent over by the hair. Kurit opened the barred door and Tiros took hold of her leash to drag her through it. As she was taken from the room she saw another of the new slaves being brought in.

Tiros took her through the door and into a long corridor. On either side were sloping hatches with numbers and sometimes names marked on slates outside them. The guard stopped her in front of one and took a piece of chalk from a pouch at his belt and scrawl 4729 on the slate and pop it into the slot in the front of the door. Then he opened the hatch and ordered her in. She crawled through the low opening and found herself in a small cell like room. The walls were stone but the 'roof' was wooden, so low that at the highest point she could not stand in the cell only kneel. The guard looked down on her.

"This is your kennel, slut. You will be kept here when you aren't training or being punished. You will keep it clean and if you are a good little slave we'll let you make it more comfortable. For now get some sleep. Big day for you in the morning. Good night 4729."

He waited until she replied: "Good night, Master."

"Good Slave."

The hatch was closed and the light cut off except for the dim light coming through the cracks of the hatch. The guards strode off and by that dim light she looked around the 'kennel'. A thin mattress with one woollen blanket on it lay in one corner. In another a small sink hole sat under a tap. By the tap was a mirror above an empty shelf and an unlit bulb with no sign of a switch to turn it on. By the mirror was a framed document written on parchment. She strained her eyes to try to make out the words. At the top it said: "Slave's Code".

I am a Slave, owned body, mind and soul.

Men are the Masters and Women the Slaves. It is right that they should own us.

Men are my Masters and I exist only to serve them.

I have no desires, no will, and no wishes but to serve Men, my Masters and Owners.

To Serve and give Pleasure is my only Joy and sole reason for existence.

I am Submissive, Obedient and Pleasing.

I am a Woman. I am a Slave.

"Hello. Hello."

But there was no reply, Carefully she wrapped herself in the blanket and lying gingerly on her stomach to avoid hurting her back and branded thigh, waited till eventually she slept. As she drifted towards sleep she was aware that she was unnaturally calm. Her situation was so strange that she could feel nothing but shock. But there was something about being here and being treated in this way that called to something deep inside her. The men had said that she had it in her to be a slave. She feared that they may have chosen well.

CHAPTER FOUR

TRAINING

"A new slave, are you?"

"Yes, M...Master."

"Get up when the lights come on, slut, and kneel outside your kennel. NOW!"

She crawled through the door into her kennel and found herself in a long line of very beautiful women. They were all kneeling with their knees wide apart and their hands clasped behind their necks. Quickly she adopted the same position. Each wore nothing other than a steel collar similar to the one she wore. Opposite her knelt a redhead who wore as her only ornament a fancy gold collar with writing on it.

The two guards had stopped at the end of the hall having opened all the kennels and one of them called out down the long line of slaves:

"Good Morning, Slaves."

And all the women replied in unison: "Good Morning, Master."

"What is the Code?"

And as one all the women, except Susan (no, she must not think that name or they would punish her) began to recite: "I am a Slave, owned Body, Mind and Soul. Men are the Masters..." and so on all through the Slave's Code that she had read the previous day. When the women had finished the guards went down the length of the long hall, stopping at each slave and consulting a clipboard. As they came to a slave she would go down on all fours and kiss his feet. When she sat back up they would give them orders as Susan (what was her number she must remember her number!) could hear.

"2709 to room 10. Clean it and wait for a customer."

"Yes, Master." "3387 to room 23."

"Yes, Master." And then they were standing by her. The redhead went down to kiss their feet first.

"Good morning, 3456, no wait, you have been given a Name, haven't you?"

"Yes, Master. If it please the Masters, the Mistress has named me Brandy."

"See that you continue to deserve it, Slave. Stay kneeling here for a moment, Brandy." He then turned to, to, (what was her number?):

"And what do we have here?"

She opened her mouth to answer but she could not for the life of her remember the number she had been told to reply with. Then she screamed when the other guard brought his lash down on her.

"Firstly, Slave, you should have seen the way the other sluts behaved when we approached them. Whenever you come into the presence of a Master you must do obeisance to them. And secondly you should always reply instantly and respectfully to any question a Master asks you. Now you will do obeisance and if you are not sincere enough you will be punished again."

She went down on all fours instantly and kissed and licked the guards boots as if her life depended on it. Which she knew it did. The guard told her to work her tongue into the nooks and crannies and kept her down for two or three minutes until he was satisfied. As she knelt back up again at his command she saw the red-headed slave looking at her with a smirk on her face.

"Now again, I'll ask you: what do we have here?"

"Slave, slave 4729, Master."

"Good, but it would be better to say, 'If it please you Master.' Try again. Who are you."

"Slave 4729, if it please you Master."

"Much better. Now you will have to learn what we require of you quickly and completely. You will obey all the commands of all the men in this place. Also I am putting you in the care of this slave, Brandy. She has pleased her trainers well enough that she has a name. You on the other hand are just a poor nameless worm and will stay that way unless you please your trainers, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"You will address any slave with a name as Mistress. You will obey any orders that Brandy gives you unless countermanded by a Master. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Brandy, you will take this slave and see she cleans herself and knows the morning routine. You will explain the regulations to her and bring her to the Training Room at the fourth bell. You will report any disobedience to the next Master you see and he will discipline this slave. Dismiss."

And the guards went off along the corridor. Susan (no! 4729! 4729!) looked across at the red-headed slave in fear. Slowly Brandy stood up and came to stand over her. "I don't want any nonsense from you my girl. If you foul up and I don't report it, the Masters will take away my Name and my privileges and I'm not going to let that happen. So do what I say and we'll get along just fine. Understood?"

"Yes I understand."

Brandy swung her arm back and slapped her so hard that she was knocked down to the ground.

"There you are. You can't even remember a simple thing like calling me Mistress. See this gold collar. It's got a Name on it and that means I'm in charge and you do anything I say. Let's try it again. Do you understand?"

Fighting back tears, she said: "Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Good. Now let's see if you can improve on that miserable job of boot-licking you just did. Crawl over here and lick my feet."

For the next five minutes it seemed she payed homage to the red- head's feet, licking in between every individual toe before the other woman was satisfied. Then she was permitted to kneel up having been told to crawl over to where a copy of the Slave's Code hung.

"This is going to be your life from here on in. Read it. Memorise it. You will recite it every morning and every evening for the rest of your life. If you don't recite it as if you mean every word of it you will be punished. Now let's get it right."

Brandy made her recite it over and over till she ached from kneeling in one place. Then she made her turn her back to the framed copy and recite it from memory, slapping her whenever she made mistakes or was not sufficiently 'sincere'. Eventually she was permitted to stop and Brandy lead her out and along the hall of kennels. They passed two slaves who were cleaning out the kennels with mop and broom. Brandy walked upright while she had to go on all fours but even Brandy had to stop and kneel beside her when they passed a man in the corridor. They waited head down with their hands clasped behind their necks to see if the man wanted to stop and question them but he just passed by.

Then Brandy took her into a communal shower and toilet area. There were no slaves there by now but it looked large enough to take the whole of the hall of kennels at once. The showers and toilets had no cubicals around them and everything was in plain sight. Brandy seated her on the toilet and took the throne beside her. Brandy emptied bladder and bowels lustily and laughed at her when she was shy about doing likewise with somebody watching.

"You have no need for modesty any more my pretty."

Then she took shampoo and soap from a communal store and they showered together washing each other's back and hair. Brandy's hands roamed over the brunnette's buttocks and thighs and then came up to cup her breasts. She felt Brandy's breasts pressed against her back and felt her own nipples begin to harden to the red-head's touch.

"Don't be frightened. It is one of the perks of having a Name. We get you little Numbers to play with. If you are nice to me I can be nice to you. No time for a proper play just now but..."

Her voice suddenly became commanding.

"Kiss Me!"

She found herself kissing the red-head and being kissed hard in return. For a moment her pulse raced and her vision dimmed as she realised that she was at the mercy of more than just the men in this place. Then she winced as Brandy touched the brand on her thigh. The other woman then knelt and inspected it.

"Yes that's healing nicely. Look at yourself in the mirror. You will have a lovely brand."

Leaving the shower, Brandy took her over to a full-length mirror and began to dry her in front of it with towels taken from a nearby store. On her left thigh was the small branded mark of a bird, a sparrow or lark perhaps. On the other woman's thigh was the mark of a flower. Strangely the marks on her back from the beating yesterday were already beginning to fade. When they were both dry the red-head ordered her down on all fours and lead her to where her real training was to begin.

"You will follow me into the room. You will do obeisance to the man inside until he gives you permission to rise. If you are not pleasing to him you will be punished."

Brandy then entered the room and announced "If it please you Master, Slave 4729."

She followed on hands and knees and went past the kneeling red- head and up to the boots of a man by a desk. She began to lick his boots as eagerly as she could. Already she had learned to fear the whips the men carried. It was irrational of her but she could not bring herself to do anything that would displease the man.

"That will be enough, slave. Crawl up on the desk and let me inspect you."

She crawled up onto the desk and looked into the man's face. It was Kodri. She scarcely had a chance to register his severe lined face when without warning his lash came down on her.

"Slaves are to keep their eyes down unless directly addressed. It is a privilege for you to be allowed to look on your Master." His voice was harsh and unforgiving. "Now kneel up and clasp your hands behind your neck, keeping your eyes respectfully down."

Biting back tears she did so. The man (No the Master) walked around the desk and ran his hand over her body, briefly cupping her breasts. He then lifted her face and briefly inspected her tear-streaked face. He then sat back in the chair and looked up at her.

"I am your trainer. I will be responsible for making you into a slave that is worthy to serve in this house. I will tolerate no slackness, disobedience or insubordination from you. Is that clear, slave?

"Yes, Master."

"In time you will even come to thank me for what I have done for you. What you will learn here will mean that you will never seek any other kind of life. You already are a slave. Here we will make you a complete one. You have to learn two very simple rules: at all times you must be obedient and at all times you must be pleasing. If you are disobedient or displeasing at any time you will be punished. If punishment fails to reform you, then you will be killed. Do you understand?"

Her mouth dry she nodded: "Yes, Master."

"What will happen if you are disobedient?"

"I will be punished Master."

"What will happen if you are displeasing?"

"I will be punished Master."

"And if you continue to be disobedient or displeasing?"

"I will be...killed Master."

"Do you wish to live?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then what must you do?"

"Be obedient and pleasing, Master."

"And do you know the best way to be sure that you are obedient and pleasing?"

"M..Master?"

"You must accept the slave that is inside you. You must think of yourself as a slave, wholly a slave and nothing but a slave. Understand?"

"I...I think so Master."

"Yes I think perhaps you do. What are you?"

"I am a Slave, Master."

"And what does it mean to be a Slave?"

She reached into her mind for the words of the Code:

"A Slave is owned body, mind and soul, Master."

"Very good, and who owns you?"

"Men are the Masters."

"And why are men the Masters?"

She faltered: "It is right that men should own us...."

"And why is it right? Think Slave!" He was growing angry."If you cannot think of a reason why men are the masters I will find you displeasing. And you know what happens then."

For a moment her heart pounded with fear and then she blurted out: "Men are the Masters because...because they are stronger than women. Bigger and stronger."

"Good. That is one reason. You will find others. That is if you want to live. Get down off the table and kneel at my feet." When she had done so she found her face on a level with his crotch.

"Let us first see what you known about pleasing a man with your mouth." He pulled his tunic over his head.

"Look here slut."

When she did so his cock, long, thick and uncircumcised flopped into her face.

"First take the shaft of my cock in both hands. Good. Now raise it up but do not bring it to your mouth yet. Pull back the foreskin. Good. So."

As the pink tip of his cock was exposed she smelled the masculine fragrence of his cock and felt it throb in her hands.

"Now lift up the shaft and begin by licking my balls. That's right. Gently. Now lick up the length of my cock, all the way up, and down again. Get it wet all over. Good."

His cock began to swell and jump in her hands.

"Now take the tip into your mouth. Just use the lips and the tongue. Not the teeth. That's good. Brandy, come here. No, don't you stop. Just carry on. Let's see how much cock you can swallow."

As she followed the Master's instructions she felt the red- headed slave come and kneel behind her. Brandy reached round to feel the breasts of the other slave as she sucked dutifully on the swelling cock. Deftly she squeezed and stimulated the nipples and was rewarded when the new slave's breathing began to deepen. She tried to fix her mind on sucking the Master's cock but her concentration began to go when Brandy lay on her back beneath the kneeling slave and began to lick and suck the pussy above. Her tongue flicked expertly over the brunette's clitoris and dipped into the pussy slot drinking deep of the pussy juice that began to flow copiously. Moaning, the brunette felt the master's cock grow and harden. It filled her mouth to the point of gagging and she tasted the pre-come salty on the back of her mouth. Her head swam with lust and shame as the two others put her to use as a sexual object. Then suddenly the Master pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth.

"Are you hot slave?"

"Please, oh please...."

He slapped her across the face, hard. "I asked you a question, slut! Are you hot and juicy?"

"I...Yes. Yes, Master!"

"You want to be fucked, slave?"

"I...Please, Master!" Brandy had not stopped her ministrations to her cunt.

"It is an honour for a slave to be fucked by her Master. Do you think you deserve such an honour?"

There was a question with a sting at both ends!

"I...Only if it pleases you Master." He smiled. "A very good answer. I think you might be ready. You may beg for the privilige."

"Master?"

"You will be fucked if you beg prettily enough. Start now!"

She took a deep breath and then looked up into his eyes and began:

"Please, Master. Your unworthy slave 4729 begs the privilege of being fucked by you. I am only an unworthy, nameless worm but please stick your cock into my pussy. It is hot and juicy and it is only there to serve you. Please Master, I am only a lowly slave and it will be an honour for me to serve..." Vaguely she wondered where she was getting all this from. She had never spoken to a man like this in her life but it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps they were right and there was a slave inside every woman. The trainer smiled. This slave seemed to be responding very well.

"Get on all fours slut. You are to be fucked!"

As the Master's hard, throbbing cock thrust deep inside her, the slave cried out in pleasure and pain. Then the Master slapped her backside hard as he plunged deep into her with a regular, determined stroke.

"Aren't you grateful for the chance to serve your Master, slave?"

"Yes, yes, Master!"

"Then what do you say?"

"Thank you, thank you, Master. I'm sorry, Master. Thank you. Oh, God, oh Master, oh fuck! Oh, do it! Do it hard. My juicy cunt. My cunt. Your cock. My Masters cock! In my hot cunt. Oh God, I'm commmingggggggggg!" She collapsed in a quivering heap as she and he came. There was a brief pause as she panted deeply. Then he leaned over her and said softly:

"Susan?"

"Yes, Master?"

His face hardened. "Take this slave away, Brandy. She is to have ten lashes and spend the rest of the day scrubbing the floor of the guard's mess. Any of the guards who want her can have her."

CHAPTER FIVE

THE MISTRESS

As she looked up from where she knelt peeling the skins from potatoes, the thought passed across her mind that it had been days, perhaps weeks now since she thought of herself by her other name. At first her trainers had tried to trick her into responding to it and had beaten her when she did. Eventually she had stopped thinking about herself as Susan the secretary and responded only to her number without thinking.

Then had come the day, the happy day when her trainers had decided she had progressed enough to be given a name. She remembered how she had wept when they had replaced her steel collar with a gold one and given her the name Toy. She had come a long way.

"Master?"

She looked across at her trainer, Kodri, and when he crooked his finger at her rose and crossed the courtyard. Gracefully, she knelt before him, assuming the required position automatically. Her back straight, her knees spread wide apart to reveal her shaved sex and the tiny gold ring that pierced her clitoris she bowed her head to the ground before him and respectfully kissed his feet.

"Enough."

At his word she knelt up. The light caught the clitoral ring that marked her as a slave. Kodri smiled as with a lovely, unconscious gesture she flicked her long hair down her back and waited with her eyes cast down. He remembered how she had screamed and struggled when he had taken her to be ringed. He remembered how she had fought against the training. But now she was ready, nearly perfect. A lovely piece of slave flesh.

Looking up at her Trainer as he inspected her, Toy thought back over her training. She remembered being ordered to Brandy's kennel many times in her early days. She remembered being punished incessantly for tiny faults. Before Brandy had been sold, leaving the House for a rich man's villa, she had been Brandy's 'little pet' every night that she wasn't given to one of the guards. Brandy had been even harder on her than the men.

No, that wasn't quite true. Kodri had been harder on her faults than anyone else. She had been taught to dance, flaunting her body to men, to serve at table and in bed and at all times to serve sexually. The men she had been given to had taught her to please them with all the parts of her body and in the process they had lit fires inside her that she had never suspected could exist. And every time she had failed to acheive the standard of perfection that Kodri considered barely acceptable, she had been punished, by beatings, by extra work and once by being starved for three days.

At first it had been hard, especially when she was given to the cruel hands of the guards, gross men who didn't bother at all with her feelings. But eventually, about the time she began to forget her old name and her old life, she began not only to accept her new life but actually to enjoy it. Her sexual responsiveness had increased and she found herself moistening, her nipples hardening at the mere sound of a commanding male voice.

She began to look forward to being given to clients. They were almost always rougher and, she thought, less wealthy men than those who could afford the hire of one of the gold- collar girls, the fully trained slaves, the girls with names rather than numbers. She discovered from the guards that the less experienced slaves could be hired at a discount.

One night, the two young boys who had examined her on the block in the market came in and asked for her. They were young and cruel and full of adolescent lust. Between them they had taken her six times that night, leaving her sore and exhausted and covered in come. But she still remembered how it had felt, strong young cocks filling her mouth and her pussy. Some nights she dreamt about it.

But now she was a fully trained slave, with a name and a gold collar and she knelt before her trainer, eagerly awaiting his command. She had become very popular among the clients since earning her collar and she had become used to being chosen by men of power and position. Who would it be tonight?

"You are to make yourself ready for service. Go and bath and make yourself up. I will expect you to be outside your kennel and prepared in half an hour."

"Yes, Master."

Puzzled by something she thought she heard in the trainers voice, Toy asked, "Who is it who has asked for me, Master?"

Kodri spun round and stared down at her. For a moment, she thought he might hit her. "Are you forgetting your lessons? Does a slave have any choice in who she serves?"

Toy lowered her eyes from his. "No, no, of course not, Master. Forgive me. But I thought if I knew I could choose the right perfume, the right silks. Some Masters prefer..."

"Yes, yes. Wear your red silks. As to perfume...I will bring something appropriate. Go now!" Hurriedly, she rose to her feet and scampered to the slave quarters.

Toy knelt before the mirror in her kennel and made last minute adjustments to her hair and makeup. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come and went to wait, kneeling and head down, outside the kennel.

Kodri found her there a few moments later and after a brief inspection nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Good. Good. Stay still for a moment."

He drew from a pocket a small glass phial and tipping a little onto a finger, dabbed it gently behind her ears. The perfume filled her head: it was musky and rich and it seemed to Toy she had encountered it before. She asked no questions but waited patiently while Kodri clipped a leash to her collar and ordered her to stand and follow. Her ankles were joined by a chain and she had to skip quickly along beind him if she was to keep up and keep her footing.

They left the slave quarters and crossed the central lounge of the House where a few girls were serving the few customers who had arrived this early in the day. He lead her towards the staff quarters. That was unusual. Although she had often served employees of the House she knew that most of them would be busy at this hour. Then she found herself being lead across the garden where she had first entered the House and to a large door Toy had never entered before.

Kodri tied her leash to a rail outside the room and ordered her to kneel. As she waited Toy heard the sound of Kodri's rumbling voice through the door and if she strained her hearing to the limit, a softer voice answering it. A moment later Kodri came and unclipped her collar from the leash.

"In you go and don't let me down."

What could her trainer mean by that? Hadn't she always done her best to serve? But she bowed her head and entered the room on all fours. She knelt up in the centre of the room. A figure was seated at a desk some distance away. Her heart leapt inside her as the face turned slightly towards her. It was the Mistress! Toy bowed her head still further and tried to get her breathing under control.

The idea of being used by the one who owned her brought a wave of lust and submission to her head and loins. She could feel moisture begin to trickle down her thighs as she waited for the Mistress to command her.

"Slave!"

Toy looked up, eager to serve.

"Go tbrough there and run my bath. Use the blue crystals in the jar."

Toy blinked at the matter- of-fact way the Mistress commanded her and then bowed her head again. The bathroom was huge and the sunken tub large enough for two or three people. Although the Islanders were primitive in some things they had the best that technology had to offer in others and plumbing was one of them. As she ran hot water and perfumed it, Toy wondered if this was all the Mistress had called her here for. Then she looked up and saw the Mistress standing in the doorway.

"Is the bath ready, slave?"

"Ye...yes, Mistress."

"Well, don't leave me guessing! Help me off with this."

Toy rose to her feet and began to unlace the bindings on the Mistress' dress. The scent of her owner's body filled her nostrils and she felt weak again at the knees. In a few moments, despite Toy's fumbling fingers, the Mistress stood naked before her. Her skin was a deep olive all over and her dark brown nipples stood out proudly at the tips of full, succulent breasts. At her pussy was a proud, black bush which contrasted with the bareness of Toy's shaven pussy.

"Take the dress and hang it up in the bedroom. Carefully now! And then bring me the wine you will find on the sideboard."

Silently, Toy nodded and scurried about her tasks. When she returned bearing the tray she had found waiting with jug and goblet, the Mistress was immeresed up to her neck in the foam-filled bath. Toy knelt by the bath with her knees wide apart and poured wine. The Mistress took it without comment and after a brief sip lay back and cooly examined her property. Toy found she was actually blushing under that inspection.

"What has Kodri named you, Slave?"

She was certain that the Mistress knew everything about her already but meekly she answered:

"Toy, if it pleases the Mistress."

"Hmmm, yes, very appropriate. You're a lovely little trinket that some man will enjoy owning very much. You already have a reputation among my customers, you know."

"No Mistress. I didn't know."

"Oh, yes. Word of mouth gets around and men ask for the hottest, newest Slaves. You have already made back what I paid for you several times over. Does that please you?"

"I am pleased if the Mistress is pleased."

"Hmmm. Get that silk off."

Instantly Toy drew the sheer silk tunic over her head and returned to the kneeling position. She gasped as the Mistress' hand snaked out of the water and touched her cunt. Two fingers slid into her already dripping slot and a thumb flickered over her throbbing clitoris. Her head arched back with the pleasure the touch aroused in her but she did not break position. The Mistress watched her reaction with amusement and sipped at the goblet of wine she held in her other hand.

"Yes, you are hot and juicy aren't you? I asked you a question, slave!"

"Yessss, yes, I am hot and juicy, M..M..Mistress. Please, I..."

"Do you know how you came to be here tonight? I told Kodri to send up the hottest of current batch of slaves. Aren't you glad to know that?"

"Ahhh, Mistress, yessss..."

The Mistress laughed and withdrew her hand holding it up before Toy's face.

"Lick this clean."

Toy bent her mouth to the Mistress' fingers and slowly, lovingly licked the taste of her own juices away. For the next quarter of an hour Toy tended her Mistress in her bath, scrubbing her back and fetching soaps and shampoos. When she rose from the water, Toy towelled her down and fetched a sheer silk dressing gown and then followed her Mistress into her living room.

Whilst they had been in the bathroom someone had come and laid out a meal at the large table. Only one place was set but at the foot of the single chair was a simple wooden platter. The Mistress sat herself down and Toy knelt submissively at her feet. The Mistress uncovered her dish and sampled the soup that was the first course. Toy waited in silence although she could feel her stomach rumbling at the smells coming from the table.

"You tried to run when you were first brought here didn't you Toy?" "

Yes, Mistress."

This was a dangerous topic and Toy decided to keep her responses to the minimum.

"That's good."

Toy looked up at her in surprise and she laughed.

"Oh, yes. It shows that you have nerve and intelligence. A spirited girl will make a better slave, once broken, than one who never had any spirit to break. I want slaves who can think and anticipate their owners needs, not dull lumps. I especially enjoy slaves like you who were educated and privileged in their own countries. They all the more submissive and delightful once they have been tamed. And you have been tamed, haven't you Toy?"

Toy felt herself blush at the thought of how she had been 'tamed'. She felt her skin glow red and she could only nod her head and lower it in confusion. The Mistress laughed again and said:

"Cut me some of the meat from that roast, slave."

Toy cut delicate pieces of hot, fresh meat and placed them before the Mistress before resuming the kneeling position. The Mistress took a bite or two and then held out a piece to the slave who took it delicately in her teeth and ate without using her hands. The rest of the meal was finished in silence with occasional bits of food dropped onto the slave's plate where she bent to take it, as she had been taught, like a dog or a cat from its dish, without using her hands.

At the end of the meal the Mistress signalled for more wine and then to Toy's surprise she said, "Fetch some for yourself." Silently Toy filled a goblet and knelt at the Mistress' feet. The Mistress reached forward and stroked her hair.

"You are very lovely, my dear."

"Thank you, Mistress. Mistress," she went on, surprised at her own boldness, "you said you knew about my background? About who I was before I came...here?"

"Oh, yes. The importers maintain full files about evey slave they obtain and pass them on to each new owner. It helps in the training."

"Mistress, may I ask...where is here? I know of no place in the world like this. Where am..."

She broke off as the Mistress brought her open palm smashing across Toy's face and snarled:

"Punishment position!"

Instantly Toy dropped her head to the floor and lay with her arse up in the air. She turned her burning cheek to the floor and spoke the ritual phrase.

"Mistress, your Slave awaits her punishment."

Across her back a wave of pain flared as the Mistress brought a five-bladed slave whip down across her back six times. Knowing that breaking position would only increase the punishment, Toy bit her lip and help back the tears that filled her eyes. Eventually the Mistress said: "Kneel up, slave." and Toy resumed her previous position whispering: "Your slave th...thanks you for correcting her, Mistress." The Mistress sat down again, allowing her robe to gape open.

"You are a slave, it is not for you to ask questions."

"No, Mistress."

"This is the Island. You are in the Republic, where slaves like you are kept in their place and taught their proper function. You are here to serve. You do not need to know more."

"No, Mistress. Forgive me, Mistress."

"Come here, Toy."

Toy leaned forward and the Mistress took her head between her hands and brought it to her cunt.

"Lick me!"

Toy brought her tongue out and her lips to the slot before her. Unlike the slave's, the Mistress' pussy was decorated with luxurious black hair, which Toy brushed lovingly aside before licking along the length of the already moist slot. Her tongue found the throbbing clitoris and she took it lightly between her teeth, flicking her tongue delicatly around, across the little love-button. Above her, the Mistress moaned and her thighs clasped tightly around Toy's head.

"Yesss, yesss, good little cunt-licker. Ahhh! NO STOP!"

Toy looked up at the command. The Mistress looked down on her with an unreadable expression.

"Into the bedroom, slave. Crawl!"

Toy went down onto all fours and crawled in the indicated directon. She found herself in a huge bedroom beside a huge double bed. On the bed was a single large bolster and attached to each corner was a chain leading to a leather cuff. She knelt up by the bed, waiting as the Mistress entered, slipping off her robe to stand, naked and magnificent beside her.

"That isn't for you, little slave."

"Mistress?"

Without a word, the other woman lay face down across the bolster, which raised her arse high in the air. She turned to look at Toy.

"Tie me down."

"Mistress???"

What was happening here?

"Must a command be repeated?"

"No, of course not, Mistress."

Toy quickly strapped her into the cuffs at both ankles and both wrists. She paused then and looked for further instruction.

"In the right cupboard."

Toy found a strap there, a thick piece of leather that she would not care to feel on her flesh.

"Hurt me."

Toy looked at the other woman (she could no longer think of her as Mistress).

"Hurt me. I hurt you, now you hurt me."

Toy knelt on the bed and let all the frustration inside her build up. Then she brought the strap down. She was clumsy, she knew it but she did not stop until she was panting for breath and the bound body before her was red with marks. A sobbing came from her victim. She touched the other woman's cunt. It was dripping.

"What now?"

"The other cupboard."

Toy went around to the other side of the bed. Inside she found a double dildo with a strap to hold it in place.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes, yes, do it to me."

"Do what?"

"Fuck me, please..."

Toy slipped the end of the dildo into her own throbbing cunt and adjusted the straps. She looked down and saw the ivory phallus growing out of her as if it belonged there. Slowly she moved around to the rear of the bound victim. There she paused.

"Do you know how to beg?"

Toy heard a cruelty in her own voice that surprised her. But somehow she knew that this was what the other woman needed.

"Please, please, don't..."

"Beg, slut!"

"Please, please, fuck me, stick it in me and fuck me, I'm begging...please..."

"Please what?"

"Please Mistress....Ahhhh" she cried as Toy thrust into her, "Thank you, thank you, Mistress...Fuck oh my fuck my cunt hot cunt throbbing, juicy so good Fuck oh Fuck OH FUCCCCK MEEEE!"

Together they moved and came to a near simultaneous climax. Afterwards, Toy knelt back shaking. She had learned something about herself, that she had at least some measure of dominance inside her, slave though she was. She thought about having this lovely woman in her power, perhaps becoming the real Mistress of the house. But then she shook herself and removed the dildo and untied the Mistress and knelt before her.

"You are a true Slave, Toy."

The other was the Mistress once again all trace of submission gone from her voice.

"Yes, Mistress."

"It is a pity I cannot keep you." Toy looked up. "I cannot have a slave in the House who knows of my...occasional weakness. One tried to take advantage once. Now I only indulge with slaves who are to leave us."

"I am to be...sold, Mistress?" Toy felt tears start in her eyes. This had been her only home on the Island. What would happen to her?

"Yes. And you will fetch me a good price, I'm sure. But we have the rest of the night to spend together. No more games. Just you and me. Come here."

Smiling despite her tears, Toy rose into her owner's embrace.

CHAPTER SIX

ON THE BLOCK

She is standing, in 'display position' hands clasped behind her neck, breasts thrust out and leys parted. She can see nothing much of the audience but she can feel the eyes on her.

The auctioneer lists her measurements, the training she has received, calls her 'a luscious piece of slave-flesh, very popular with her Mistress' customers'. He touches her between the legs with the leather handle of his whip and she squirms with embarrasment and arousal. There is laughter from the customers and bidding begins.

Briskly the price rises, ten gold, fifteen, twenty, thirty. Quickly lesser bidders drop out and two voices remain. Seventy, seventy-five. At seventy-five the bidding halts.

To you sir? Going at seventy-five, once, twice,

"One Hundred Gold."

The voice is stern and deep. Toy looked up towards it. It made her shiver but still she cannot see for the sun in her eyes.

One Hundred.

No one wants to rise to challenge that bid.

Sold, sold for one hundred gold to Lord General Mastin.

Shall we deliver her, my Lord? Very good, sir.

She is sold.

But who is he?

Who is her new Master?

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE MASTER

"That's to keep the servants off you. You're the Master's little pet and he wants you to himself. When he's ready."

Toy found herself, for the first time since her enslavement, actually working hard. She had thought that the discipline at the Mistress' House had been severe but it was at least a sensual discipline, intended to remind her of her sexual status. Here, the old woman just treated her as a drudge.

She was kept in a tunic made of an old rag and worked, day and night, scrubbing and cleaning every inch of the villa. Her hands began to become calloused and her hair was bundled up on her head, the ends fraying. If she was surly or lazy, the old woman beat her with a broom handle, leaving big purple bruises on her pale skin. All this time she did not see 'the Master' once.

"He's away," the old woman would tell her. "None of your business when he'll be back. Get on with your work, lazy slut."

She was kept out of sight of even the tradesmen who came to call. Once she was ordered into the storage cupboard while the old woman had a long talk with the man who delivered the groceries. Toy found herself straining to catch even the sound of a male voice. At night she was tied up in a shed in the garden between sacks of loam and manure. Her hands were cuffed to a loop of steel in the wall so she could not touch herself even to the extent of playing with her nipples.

Her dreams began to be vivid wish-fulfillment fantasies in which she was back at the House, serving four or five Masters at once or in which she was at the villa, crawling along the tiled floors to fetch the sandals of a faceless Master. She awoke one night from one of those dreams to find that she had been rubbing her body hard against the mat she slept on. Her nipples were red and painfully erect.

And standing in the doorway holding a lantern was the old woman. Toy waited for a reprimand or a blow. But none came. The old woman merely nodded, as if satisfied and returned to the villa, leaving a frustrated slave to try to get to sleep.

Two days after that everything changed again. The old woman called her in from the garden, where she was pruning the rose-bushes. Toy came into the kitchen and knelt before her. On the table was a parcel.

"The Master will be home this evening. He wants you prepared for him."

Toy rocked back on her heels and just stared at her.

"Well, are you going to say anything?" the old woman barked.

"N..No, Mistress. Uh, that is...what am I to do?" "You? Nothing. Just what you're told. I will prepare you and if you give me any trouble, I'll have the hide off you, Master or no Master. Now get that thing off."

Toy stripped off the filthy garment she had been wearing for the past three weeks and the old woman took it between thumb and finger and dropped it onto the fire.

"Hands behind your back."

Toy obeyed and felt the cold metal of a pair of cuffs being snapped around her wrists.

"There. Now it should be safe to take the belt off."

From around her waist and her pussy the chastity belt slipped away, making Toy feel quite naked!

"Now, I don't want a lot of silly questions from you, so you're not to speak a word until the Master addresses you. Understood? Good, now follow me."

She tucked the parcel under her arm and lead the way to the Master's bathroom where she ran a hot bath and sprinkled in it blue crystals from the package. Toy lowered herself into the steaming water and felt the aches and pains of her weeks of drudgery begin to dissovlve away. The old woman bathed her, scrubbing her clean and fresh. She shampooed her hair and combed it out to its full length again. She even gave Toy a manicure and pedicure and shaved her pussy and beneath her arms with a delicacy that Toy had never suspected she possessed. She dabbed small amounts of perfume behind Toy's ears and finally brought out of the package a filmy blue tunic that barely covered Toy's pussy and through which her hard nipples could be clearly seen.

"Lovely. The Master will be pleased."

She took Toy into the main entrance hall of the villa and chained her in place to a pillar, her wrists held high above her head and her ankles fixed either side of the pillar. The old woman draped Toy's hair over a shoulder and, amazingly, smiled.

"Yes, he will be very pleased."

And then she kissed Toy once delicately on the mouth.

"I wish you were mine."

And then she went, leaving Toy to wonder what was to come. Despite her uncomfortable position, Toy found herself unable to stay awake as the hours dragged by. Her head drooped towards her breast and it was at the sound of the front door of the villa opening that she blinked and looked up. The sun had set while she dozed and the room was dark. In the doorway a figure stood, shaking rain off its cape and calling out:

"Demeria! Demeria! Where are you woman?"

The old woman (was that her name? Demeria?) came bustling out of the kitchen carrying a candelabra.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! You're late, you know!"

"Now don't nag, old woman! I've had a hard journey. Is everything as I ordered?"

Toy strained to see the face of the speaker but could not make it out in the flickering candlelight as he doffed his cloak and gave it to the old woman.

"Well, dinner is very nearly ruined..."

"Don't be foolish!"

The old woman smiled. "Over here." She lead the way to where Toy waited. Toy gasped as she took first sight of her Master. He was tall and muscular, his short cropped blond hair giving a cruel cast to his handsome and determined face. She felt her pussy flare into heat at the sight of him, at the sensation of his eyes devouring her. She could smell her juices as they began to flow down her thighs but she could not look away from those cruel pale blue eyes.

After a few moments' inspection, he smiled. "Yes. I think she is worth what I spent on her." The old woman sniffed and he laughed. "Now, don't be jealous. What is your name, slave?"

She swallowed to clear the dryness in her mouth and said: "You have not yet named me, Master." It had been drummed into her at the House that a Slave had no name except what her owners chose to put on her.

"What did Lady Aurena call you?"

"Toy, Master."

"Yes, very appropriate. Very well, your name is Toy."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

"Demeria, let her down from there and send her to me with some wine. I'll be taking a bath."

Toy walked with eager but delicate steps to the side of the huge sunken bath and knelt before her Master for the first time. In her hands she carried a tray bearing a jug of red wine and a glass goblet. She poured wine into the goblet and held it out towards her Master where he lounged back in the water.

"Wine, Master?"

He looked up at her lazily.

"I like my wine warmed."

"Master?"

"They didn't teach you that at the House? How remiss of them. Hold the goblet against your chest. Now, with your upper arms push your breasts forward so that they wrap around the goblet."

Toy did as she was told and shivered as she felt the cold glass touch her delicate skin. Her Master smiled.

"You have lovely breasts, Toy. One of the reasons I bought you."

"Thank you, Master."

"I will enjoy having you warm me on cold mornings in the same way. Oh, my word! Can you still blush? A Slave with modesty?"

"No..No, Master. But I feel...I did not feel this way with any of the men in the House. I feel..."

"Tell me." His voice was quiet but firm.

"I feel as if you own more of me than any of my other Masters did. I don't know why..."

To himself he thought: Oh, perhaps it has something to do with keeping you from seeing a man for three weeks. But out loud he only said: "Believe me, my Toy, I intend to own you more than you now think to be possible. Is the wine warmed?"

"I...I think so, Master."

"Give it to me." He took the goblet from her fingers and noted with satisfaction how she trembled when his fingers touched hers. He drank the wine silently and then said: "I have finished bathing. Fetch me a towel."

When she returned to the side of the tub he was standing there, water still dripping off his naked form. Her knees went weak at her first sight of his body and she knelt before him, holding up the towel and her eyes fixed on his thick, circumcised organ. He smiled and took it from her.

"My robe, Toy."

She scampered to fetch the silk robe that lay across a chair and draped it about him. As her body brushed against his she felt as if a charge of electricity had just flashed through her but she stepped back submissively and followed him as he lead the way to the dining area. There a buffet meal had been laid out, the scent of meat and fruit wafting enticingly from it. The Master took his seat in a huge, carved wooden chair and for the next half an hour Toy experienced the tortures of the damned as she knelt at his feet serving him with food and wine and always aching for his touch on her flesh!

The nearest they came to contact was when he fed her, always by hand, with tiny scraps of food from his plate. She mumbled her thanks and bowed her head to keep from howling with frustration! Finally he rose and lead the way in silence to his sleeping quarters. She had never been here before, since the old woman had always cleaned the place herself. There was a huge bed piled high with furs and at the foot of it a large iron ring with a length of chain depending from it.

"Stop!"

At the entrance to the room Toy froze at her Master's command.

"You will always enter your Master's room naked and on all fours."

Nodding silently Toy slipped off her tunic and fell into a crawling position.

"Crawl to the foot of the bed!"

When she reached there her Master locked the end of the chain to her collar.

"You will sleep there, unless you have displeased me and then you will spend the night in the garden shed. Now, suck me, Slave!"

With joy she reached forward and kneeling before him she took her Master's tool into her mouth for the first time. Lovingly, delicately she licked the length of it, feeling it firm in her hands and beneath her tongue. She sucked it, flickering the tip of her tongue around the head with lightening speed. Then remembering what he had said earlier, she kneeled up higher and cupped her breasts forward, wrapping them around his hardened tool. He groaned and she giggled with the pleasure they were giving each other.

"Bold slut! On your back, I'm going to fuck you!"

Instantly she dropped back down onto the cold tiles and a moment later he was on top of her and raising his cock into position to thrust into her.

"Ahhhh, yess! Thank you Master, thank you! Yess, so good so big so goooood. Do it fuck fuck fuck me. Own me! Take me! Use me! I am yours, your slave, your slut, your Toy! Fuck oh fuckkkkkkk!"

He took her twice more that night before he crawled off into the furs. He threw her a piece of blanket to wrap around her where she lay on the cold tiles at the foot of his couch. And as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted, contented and spattered with come, Toy's last thought was that she did not even know his name. Well, it did not matter. He was her Master. That was all she needed to know.

He blinked as the strange pale light struck his eyes and a man's face swam into view. Balding, with a fringe of white hair and a moustache, he seemed vaugley familiar.

"Are you all right now, Mr Varley?"

He shook his head for a moment and then sat up. A woman in a white dress (a nurse??) was putting away a black helmet that was connected by wires to a machine. He had been lying on a thickly padded bench and beside it was another on which lay....Toy. On her head was a similar helmet. Her eyes were shut. Then what the other man had said registered and memory came flooding back.

He was not Captain Varelli of the Republican Guard, he was Rufus Varley, Chairman of Varley Holdings. There was no Republican Guard, nor was there a Republic except inside this laboratory and the mind of one sleeping woman.

"Are you all right, sir?"

"Yes, yes, fine Doctor. The experience was...overwhelming. And the change a little sudden."

"Many of our clients find it so." He looked down at the sleeping woman. "And you found her...satisfactory?"

"Remarkably so. She has changed a great deal in so short a time."

"But not a short time to her. We run the time rate of the simulation at fifty-to-one. The week she has been under the brain- inducer helmet has been like a year to her. She has been a slave for long enough to accept it. By the time she is released she will know no other way of thinking."

He nodded, thinking again of how the dream-world of the Island was originally created as the ultimate entertainment medium before he had taken it over and realised its other possibilites. One day he would release this invention to the world. But first he would use it to acquire control over a few more beautiful women. Just a few more. He would allow Toy to live for a little while longer in that dream world before he claimed her for his own.

"Look," said the Doctor, "you can see her eyes move. In her world she is asleep and dreaming."

"I know, Doctor. And I think she is dreaming of me."

Toy turned over where she lay at the foot of her Master's couch and curled up sleepily, content and fulfilled to belong to her Master and serve him. And so she lived with him and served him for many long and happy days.

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE RETURN

She felt good and relaxed. Her Master had allowed her to sleep on his couch the night before and she was awed by the honour he had shown her. But now it was time to get up and...

Then she stopped in shock. She was not in her Master's bedroom where she had spent each night for years now. She was in a strange room lying in a huge bed which had sheets rather than furs on it. Somehow it seemed familiar. Then in terror she froze.

She was back in her room. Her own room in Finchley. She was back in the barbarian world. She had lost her home. She had lost her happiness. She had lost her Master. Had it all been a dream, a fantasy? She scrambled from the bed and went to look at herself in the wall mirror.

Her collar was no longer around her throat and the years she had spent serving her Master had not left a trace on her. Not by so much as a wrinkle had she changed from the last time she looked in this mirror.

Then when she removed the nightie she had awoken in she got another shock. The gold ring, the clitoral ring which marked her as a trained pleasure slave by the law of the Island was still in place on her shaved pussy and her brand was still on her left thigh. What was happening? What did it all mean?

There was a burr-burr sound in the room. It took a moment for her to remember that it was the sound her phone made. In fear and confusion she picked it up.

"Hello, Susan?"

For a moment she had to think to remember that 'Susan' was the name she used to have.

"Hello."

"It's Patsy."

"Patsy. Yes?"

"Are you coming in today? I know you've only just got back from your holiday but the new Chairman's arrived and he wants to meet you. Will you be in?"

"Yes."

"Oh I'll..."

But at that she hung up. In a trance she wandered to the shower. When she had finished she found a dress, practical but feminine, already hanging ready for her. There were no panties or hose with it but an old-fashioned suspender belt and stockings. She did not even think about putting on underwear: in her head she was still a slave and a slave kept her breasts and sex free and ready for use. The garments felt strange against her skin used for so long to nothing but her slave-tunic.

She called for a taxi, not willing to trust herself to take her car from where it waited outside. In the back of the taxi she looked out bemused at the strange people, the barbarians, as they wandered to and fro, wrapped up against the weather. There were no warriors on the streets, no slaves, just drab, grey people. She wondered for the thousandth time what she would do, without her Master to serve.

As she entered the office building she paused for a moment in confusion. The foyer was filled with decorators and there was a strange woman at the reception desk who nonetheless looked up at her and smiled.

"Miss Barton? The Chairman is waiting for you. He's taken over the executive office on the fifth floor. Do go straight up."

In a daze she took the lift up to the executive suite. A plump, rather plain woman looked up from behind the desk. Vaguely she recognised this as Patsy.

"Ah, here you are at last. Here take a pad and go straight in. He's been yelling for you."

She took the pad and pencil and entered the office. A man was seated at the huge oak desk. His suit did nothing to conceal the muscular and dangerous body beneath it. A body that she knew very well.

"Master!"

She whispered the word happily. His glance as he looked up was smiling but stern.

"You're late...Miss Barton."

"Yes...sir." Master. Master.

"We can't have that can we?" He flicked the switch on the intercom. "Patsy, see that we're not disturbed, will you. You, bend over the desk and raise your skirt."

He picked up a plastic ruler from the desk. As she bent over to receive her punishment, Toy was happy once again. She did not know what lay ahead of her but she had her Master and he would take care of everything.