A Slave for Tracy
Part 2
Tracy stepped of the school bus and looked around in surprise. There were
two police cars parked in the school car-park and she could see two uniformed
officers in the doorway to the administration block. Tracy sought out Karen and
her crim Doris at their usual place and asked what was going on.
"Some-one broke into the school canteen and scrawled on the walls and
smashed up some of the furniture," replied Karen.
"Any idea on who did it?"
"Not so far."
Just before morning break Tracy was summoned to the headmistresses office.
There she found the headmistress, her deputy, Ms Granger and a woman wearing a
police detective's badge.
" This is Detective Davis, Wilson. She is in charge of the investigation of
this matter. So Wilson, What have you got to say for yourself?" Ms Preston's
voice was like ice.
Tracy stared at her in surprise. "I beg your pardon M'am?"
"Don't play the fool with me, Wilson. You were seen running away from the
school last night. This morning we find your handiwork all over the walls of the
canteen and half of the canteen furniture broken. Have you anything to say?"
Tracy stared at Ms Preston in shocked surprise. She could not speak for a
moment then her mind cleared and she recalled her father telling her of how he
interviewed witnesses. 'Take control' he had said. "Should I assume from your
attitude, Ms Preston. that you have decided to frame me with the crime of
damaging the canteen?"
"What did you say, girl?"
"Let's just say, M'am that I find it interesting that this outrage occurs
the night after your granddaughter threatened to cause trouble for me if I
didn't resign captaincy of the cricket team in her favour."
"What! Are you saying my daughter threatened you, Wilson? Nonsense. You're
lying. Are you suggesting she would smash up school furniture and deface walls
to get the captaincy? Sharon would never do such a thing. That's ridiculous."
Ms Granger sounded almost too outrageous.
"Where was Sharon last night, Ms Granger? Was she home all last night?"
"No. She went to.... visit friends." Ms Granger's voice faltered as she
realised what she had done.
"Their names and addresses being? Also what time did she leave and what
time did she return?" Tracy produced her pocket electro-slate and readied her
stylus. Out of the corner of her eye she noted the police woman was watching her
with interest.
"I don't have to tell you anything. Anyway you should be under arrest."
"It's true you don't have to tell me, Ms Granger, but you will have to tell
the court. You do realise, don't you, that both of you as well as Sharon will
have to give evidence in court under oath? And I tell you now that if I am
charged with this matter I will give my evidence under Truth Light. Are the two
of you and Sharon ready to do that?"
"Why would I have to give evidence?" Ms. Preston was now looking uncertain.
"Because there are questions you will be required to answer about your part
in this matter."
"You can't make me go to court."
Tracy struggled not to laugh. She glanced at the police officer who was
also hiding her laughter.
"You seem to think you know a lot about the law, Ms Wilson," the detective
came into the conversation suddenly, "Mind telling us how you can be so sure you
will have the use of a Truth Light? They are very expensive. I understand there
are only six Lights in private ownership on this planet, not counting the ones
used by the Prosecuting Office."
"Seven, actually M,am. I have my own Light."
"Nonsense," snorted Ms Granger. Tracy ignored her.
"My parents owned it between them. They were both lawyers on the planet
Nexus, M'am," explained Tracy, "When they ..(she swallowed).. were murdered
their estate, including the Light was left to me. I brought it with me when my
aunt brought me here."
"Your lying, Wilson," spluttered Ms Granger. Again Tracy ignored her.
"Officer, If you want to see it you only have to drive me home and I will
show it to you. Or you can confirm it by getting your office to check my customs
file. The Light was declared in the usual manner so it would be listed as part
of my luggage."
The Detective nodded. "And you really think that Sharon Granger would do
this damage just to get a sports team captaincy, Ms Wilson?"
"I do. I admit I would not have said so before this morning, but it is to
much of a coincidence, first her threat yesterday now this. You understand I am
not saying Sharon actually did the deed with her own hands. She may have got
others to do it for her. Anyway, I was home all last night with my two aunts.
You may know of them as they are also in law enforcement. The Magistrate
Elizabeth Philips and her sister Freda Philips, Governor of Robinvale Prison."
The police officer's eyebrows rose slightly. "I see. And you are prepared
to give evidence under Truth Light, Ms Wilson?"
"I am. At any time."
"I see. Very well. I think that will be all for the moment, Ms Wilson. I
may have more questions later. Ms Preston I think we should have Sharon back
please."
"Excuse me M'am, if I may ask one question?" The detective nodded.
"I notice that there was no mention of the security cameras. Was anything
of this incident caught on the security cameras in the canteen?"
The detective looked at Tracy. "It appears that the cameras in the canteen
were not switched on last night."
"Ahh. I see. Thankyou."
Tracy glanced at Ms Preston and Ms Granger. Ms Granger was glaring at her
with hate filled eyes. The Headmistress on the other hand was looking very
uncertainly at her daughter. After she exited the Headmistresses office, Tracy
hesitated in the corridor for a moment, then looked at her watch. It was nearly
break time. Aunt Elizabeth would be in court. She will have to contact Aunt
Freda instead. School rules barred students from leaving the grounds but she was
not going to worry about that now. She wanted to warn her aunts about what had
happened at school. She needed to talk to someone she could trust to tell her
what she should do. Tracy went across the street to the public com-booths and
called Aunt Freda's personal number at Robinvale Prison. Soon she was telling
Aunt Freda everything. Aunt Freda heard her out then, "You seemed to have
handled the interview well Tracy. I will check with Liz. at lunchtime. You head
back to class for now. But don't say to much about what was said at that
interview."
"Yes Aunt."
Tracy got back to school as the hooters went for end of break. It wasn't
until lunchtime Tracy was able to speak to Karen or Doris. However she was
conscious of odd looks from some of the students. At lunch some students tried
to probe Tracy for information as to what had happened at her interview. Then
she heard from Sharon's friends that Sharon had named her (Tracy) as the person
seen running away from the school. Tracy heard no more that afternoon but was
conscious of some students who seemed to think she should be under arrest. Tracy
noted they were all supporters of Sharon Granger.
That night, Aunt Elizabeth informed Tracy, as they were served their
evening meal by Fiona the new crim-slave, that the Education Department would
announce a departmental enquiry on the matter of the deliberate damaging of the
canteen furniture and she might be called to testify. At school the next day the
news of the enquiry spread and soon Tracy found herself the subject of a debate
over whether she was guilty of the damage or not. Sharon Granger and her friends
made it clear she (Tracy) should be in prison while the others were wavering
over the question. Tracy strove to say nothing, as directed by Aunt Elizabeth.
Tracy had to face their taunts day after day until the time of the enquiry which
did not start for two weeks.
Before the board of enquiry, Tracy, guided by Aunt Elizabeth, told her
story simply, ending with a declaration of her willingness to repeat her
statement under Truth Light. Sharon Granger was nervous but stated she was
certain it was Tracy she had seen running from the school and denied threatening
Tracy. Ms Preston could not explain how only the security camera in the canteen
happened to be switched off that night. However she, her mother and Ms Preston
declined to submit to Truth Light. The Board exonerated Tracy and recommended
charges against Ms Preston, Ms Granger and Ms Sharon Granger. After the hearing
the Grangers admitted their guilt. There was now no need of a trial. The results
was soon announced. Ms Preston and her daughter Ms Granger were sacked from the
Education department and Sharon was suspended from school. As Sharon and her
mother admitted their part in the matter (and insisted Ms Preston was innocent)
they were brought before a judge for sentencing. Ms Granger was sentenced to 40
strokes of the whip and two months in prison as well as a fine that would more
then cover the costs of repair to the canteen. Sharon's sentence was 30 strokes
of the whip and one month in prison. Both whippings to be delivered by prison
officers in front of the school.
It was two months after Tracy was first accused of the damage when she
found herself lined up with the rest of her class as Ms Jefferys, now
confirmed as the new school Headmistress, announced the results of the enquiry
to the school and confirmed Tracy's innocence. She then announced the
punishments. The punishment frame that was then set up was similar to that used
at the public whipping Tracy had seen with Aunt Elizabeth. Then came a parade of
several prison officers leading Sharon and her mother, both naked and in chains.
Ms Granger was secured to the punishment frame, her hands stretched out and up
in front of her, her body supported on the padded board and her legs spread wide
and secured at the ankles. The flogging that followed was as Tracy had seen in
the park with the students counting aloud as the whip was applied relentlessly
across Ms Granger's back, buttocks and legs. At the finish of her whipping she
was helped howling from the frame but was then made to stand and watch as her
daughter was dragged over to the frame and secured. Sharon's whipping was as
ferocious as her mother's, after which both she and her mother were taken away
to Robinvale Prison. Tracy felt odd after the end of the floggings. At last she
was now known to be innocent. Yet she felt sorry for the Grangers. She wondered
if Sharon's old friends would still pick at her as they had done for the last
two months.
That question was answered the next Monday when Sharon Granger was
introduced to the school as the newest crim. Patricia Harris, her handler (and
one-time follower) brought her over to where Tracy and Karen were standing then
ordered Sharon to strip. She finally did so and stood red faced, with her hands
on her head, while the marks on her back and buttocks were examined by the
students.
"You will notice, girls," Tracy remarked to the group, "Sharon's thirty
strokes were spread from neck to thigh. When students are caned here it is on
the butt only and so is much more concentrated. And yet the prison authorities
and the courts are limited to fifty strokes at any one time, while the school
administration has no such limitation on it. Interesting don't you think?"
"You mean teachers can give higher numbers of strokes to us at a time than
the courts?" asked Pat, in surprise.
"In one session, yes," replied Tracy.
"What do you mean 'one session'?"
"The courts can sentence you to a higher number of strokes but you can only
receive a maximum of fifty at one session. If the court sentences a person to
say 100 strokes, they would receive them in two lots of fifty. But there must be
at least 48 hours between sessions. And as you see here, the strokes are spread
over a larger area. There would be less damage to individual areas of the body."
"Are you suggesting that we should be stripped for the cane, too?"
"'course not. I'm saying that there should be a limit set for any one
caning, that's all."
There was a regular rumble of consent at that.
Sharon took the traditional introductory caning in front of the school
badly, struggling to escape from her handler as they waited for the punishment
frame to be set up. Her screams were audible over the students voices as they
counted the strokes.
THERWACK "One" the students chanted.
THERWACK "Two" louder this time.
THERWACK "Three" they were screaming now. Patricia Harris now took over
with her own cane.
THERWACK "Four" they screamed again.
THERWACK "Five" and again.
THERWACK "Six" Patricia lowered her cane and went to release Sharon from
the frame.
After that Tracy saw Sharon try to cope with her new situation. Her old
friends did nothing to ease her problems, treating her as she had often treated
her crims in humiliating ways, having her strip and parade naked in the grounds
as she did her share of the dirty jobs. Cleaning up, collecting scraps emptying
bins into large collection hoppers.
Then Tracy was called to the administration centre and given a synopsis of
a new crim who would be starting on Monday. The girls name caught Tracy's eye.
After a moment she remembered. It was the girl who had killed a rapist when he
had come back a second time after being let of by the courts when he had been
tried for rapeing his killer's ten year old sister. Tracy remembered Aunt
Elizabeth explaining that for some reason the judge had refused a bid for a
manslaughter plea and insisted on a murder charge. There had been no trial as
the girl, Sarah Dutton, had not denied killing the rapist. The sentence, of life
imprisonment had brought out a reaction from the public who considered she
should have gone free. But the sentence had stood. Aunt Elizabeth had commented
to Tracy that there was a rumour, unproven, that the judge was distantly related
to the Adamsdale Clan. Briefly Tracy wondered at the connection - still it was
unproven. After speaking with Karen, she asked to see the Headmistress.
"M'am do you intend to cane her when she comes on Monday?"
Ms Jefferys leant back in her chair and looked at Tracy. "You think she
shouldn't be caned, I take it."
"M'am, she shouldn't be in prison. However I suggest you think about it
before trying to make this girls life even more miserable. The whole school will
soon know she is coming here. If you go ahead and cane her the students will
take it as an indication that you are in favour of child rape. That's what they
will tell their parents. And the media could make a story out of it too. Have
you considered that?"
"No." Silence. "I will consider what you have said, Tracy. You will have my
answer on Monday. You may go." Tracy left the office.
That night she spoke to her aunts. "Aunt Freda has the girl Sarah Dutton
arrived at Robinvale yet?"
"Certainly. She will start at school on Monday. Why do you ask?"
"Today I was told I would be her Handler. How is she coping?"
"To early to say. She has been no trouble so far." Aunt Freda frowned
thoughtfully. "If you are going to be her handler, perhaps she should see you
before Monday. She is a special case you realise. She will be a black-collar and
has to be prepared for a life as a crim-slave. Not just a number of years but
life." Aunt Freda looked at Tracy. "Was there something special that you should
ask about her like this?"
"Yes. There is the question of how she will face her first day at school.
You know, the caning before the school."
"I would have thought Jefferys would think twice before she did that!"
commented Aunt Elizabeth.
"Tracy described her conversation with the Headmistress. She also mentioned
Karen Jackson and explained that her parents were high in the news broadcasting
for a media Channel. Her Aunts looked at each other and grinned.
"What's so funny," demanded Tracy.
"Just the way you have already set your ideas in motion to protect this
girl and you haven't even met her," replied Aunt Elizabeth, smiling.
"It's just that I don't think she should be treated like this. It should
not be wrong to defend yourself or your family from rapists, but it apparently
is. And its wrong."
Aunt Elizabeth sighed and nodded. "Unfortunately that is how the law is at
the moment."
"One thing you should know Tracy," said Aunt Freda, "Is that Sarah will
have to wear handcuffs all the time she is at school. She already knows this. I
will be give you 'cuffs with extra long chain to make it easier. It's a prison
rule."
The next morning being Saturday, Tracy accompanied Aunt Freda to the prison
and into the exercise yard where Tracy recognised several girls she saw every
day at school. She noticed that there was a large grouping of prisoners in one
corner and was told tat they were meeting the new prisoner who was also a
celebrity. Aunt Freda and Tracy went over to the group. The prisoners opened a
way for the Governor and Tracy saw the girl up close for the first time. She
was immediately struck by the girls natural beauty. "Wow oh wow is she
beautiful. Those eyes.. I could hop into her bed any day... what am I thinking
about? I'm here to help the girl, not ravish her.."
"Sarah this is Tracy Wilson, Tracy, Sarah Dutton. Tracy wanted to meet you
and discuss your new school. Tracy I'll leave you here for now. You know the
drill. Aunt Freda turned and left the yard.
Tracy turned back to Sarah who was looking at her curiously. "Sorry to
barge in on you like this Sarah. I wanted to meet you because I've been
appointed your 'Handler' and try to prepare you for your new school. Have any of
the girls here told you what happens to crims on their first day at this
school?"
"No they haven't. What can be so special as a new school? Also what do you
mean by 'Handler'?"
"These girls haven't told you about 'Handlers'. Have they mentioned the two
groupings in the school on the question of how crims should be treated?"
"No."
Tracy glanced at the girls still gathered round them. "What have you people
been talking about that you haven't got up to this yet?" she grinned at them.
Some grinned back. One spoke up.
"Tracy, this is wrong. Sarah shouldn't be in here." There was murmurs of
agreement.
Tracy nodded and her face turned serious. "I agree. But there's nothing we
can do about it legally. But we can help to prepare Sarah for this new life she
has been forced into. I suppose you could say the same about the rest of you to,
but you all have one thing Sarah hasn't, a release date. You may think you have
been hard done by, but all of you know that eventually you will be out of here
and out of those collars. Sarah has to prepare herself for a life of servitude."
Tracy turned back to face Sarah who had listened in silence as Tracy spoke, her
blue eyes fixed on Tracy. "Sarah, my aunt tells me you are the youngest girl
ever given a life sentence although there has been a boy that was younger. Now,
Sarah, this school year has seven weeks to go. Have you been told what happens
after that?
"Yes, the Governor told me." Tracy noticed the tremor in the voice. "She is
strong but is worried about what could be her fate. I would be too."
"Sarah, You were born on this planet. You should have some idea of what
happens to crims when they are leased out. Suppose you tell me what you know
about it. I'm an off-worlder myself and had to be told about this business with
slaves and crims. On Nexus there were no crim-slaves or slaves of any other form
either. For that matter corporal punishment was not allowed either. So you see I
am still learning about this system...What.." Tracy was as surprised as the
others in the group as big drops of rain started down on them. "Inside everyone,
come on."
They found a corner in the library and settled to hear Sarah's answer. "I
only know what I've seen in the street," said Sarah thoughtfully, "I do remember
seeing a group of male crims chained together carrying equipment and tools once.
I think they were to do work in a park or garden. The only close up experience I
have had was on my uncle's farm. My uncle sometimes had a crim to do work on the
farm but not often because he reckoned they were not much good because they were
mostly city men not used to farm life. I also understand long-term males often
are leased for work in the mines. And of course I know that the pretty girls
often are leased by brothels." There was a collective murmur at this.
"That is one possibility for you I suppose, Sarah. You are a pretty girl.
But I've been told that slaves, crim or otherwise are used everywhere, in many
industries besides mining. When I went for a medical check-up I noticed one of
the women on the desk wore a brown collar. She looked happy enough and seemed to
be treated just like the rest of the secretaries there. The trouble is of course
you have no skills or training to sell as yet. What about your family? Your own
parents can't buy your lease of course but I've been told that it is a common
practice for another member of the same family like an aunt or uncle to buy the
lease of the crim and they go and live with them for the sentence. That does
save the crim from the brothels or mines."
"My uncle is going to by my lease," said one girl.
"My father is going to arrange for my aunt to buy mine," said another.
There were several others.
"Any chance of your uncle ...," Tracy looked at Sarah who shook her head.
"He died last year. There is no one else."
"What about a close friend. Aunt told me it's not unknown for a next door
neighbour to do it."
"Most of the neighbours near us are to old or have turned against my family
after what happened. We were new in the neighbourhood when it happened and many
of the neighbours still won't believe me even after my statement under Truth
Light. They say it is all my fault and either I or Sue made it all up. No. There
is no-one." Sarah looked at Tracy with a ruthful smile. I guess the brothel is
the best I can expect."
"I see. Who is Sue?"
"My sister. The one the bastard raped. She still has nightmares about him.
She also says she doesn't like the way our stepfather looks at her either. Y'see
Mum won't hear of a bad word against him. She wouldn't listen to Sue at first
when she told of Thomas's first attack. I caught him on his second visit. At
first Mum wouldn't listen to us. I was the one who called the police after I had
tied the bastard up. The only reason there was a trial at all was because father
was able to get one of the lawyers with a Truth Light. When challenged to make
his denial under the Light, he refused. Then his lawyer found some obscure law
that said he hadn't been treated properly because I had tied him up before
reading his rights, or something. Anyway he was released and two days after his
release Dad was found dead. I'm sure Thomas did it but the police couldn't prove
it. The murder is still officially unsolved. Mum remarried a year later, last
year in other words, and our stepfather and his ten year old son moved in. I
don't know if he really loves Mum or not, but she won't hear anything said
against him. When Sue first mentioned that Alf was looking at her in a strange
way Mum started yelling at her for trying to entice him away from her! Now you
see why I worry about Sue. She could be being raped by him right now and no-one
there to stop him." Sarah's lip trembled and a tear ran down her cheek - which
was quickly scrubbed away. "Sorry," she mumbled.
A girl Tracy remembered was named Robin Kibble cut in, "You not the only
one there Sarah. I'm in here on three charges. One is true enough. I got three
months for it, but the other two charges are false but they got me another nine
months altogether. I would have said so under a Truth Light but my family
couldn't afford one."
"Same with me," said another.
Tracy took in a breath. "Sarah have you had any visits from your family
since you came here?" Sarah shook her head.
"Mum doesn't believe any of what I said about Thomas. She wouldn't even
believe me after Dad was able to get us -Sue and me- tested under a Truth Light
after the rape. When I was arrested after killing Thomas, David Hawkins refused
to get a Truth Light so I could prove I hadn't gone after Thomas, that Thomas
had come after Sue. He claimed there wasn't enough money to get it. Actually he
has been gambolling our money away at a casino."
"Have you tried to com your family from here? You are allowed to, you
know."
"I have tried but I was told that I had to be in here a month before I
could com."
"Ehh Who told you that? I thought all prisoners are allowed one call a
week," exclaimed Tracy, looking at the other girls. A chorus of agreement
assured her she was right.
"Who told you that, Sarah?"
"Woman named Doreen Graham. She wore a brown collar. She said she was the
trustee in charge of the booking of the com-booths. She also said she could
arrange to slip me in if I had something to trade. But I don't."
"Since when has Doreen Graham been a trustee?" Tracy looked at the gathered
girls. "She's not." several girls spoke at once. "You've been had Sarah," said
one.
"Damn. I'll have another go at the com-booths then."
"Right. Well the one thing I wanted to warn you about Sarah is that it is a
custom at our school that all new crims be caned in front of the school on the
bare."
"What!," you mean without having actually done anything wrong?" Tracy
nodded as did many of the gathered girls.
"Tracy that's not right," said one. "No", chorused the others.
"I agree." replied Tracy, "I was in te Head's office yesterday afternoon
trying to convince her to see reason. She did say she would 'consider it' at the
end but I wouldn't put it past her to do it anyway. She seems to be convinced it
is the right thing to do."
A loud buzzing noise sounded. "Lunch" declared several of the girls
together. Tracy stood up. "Then I better go. Sorry I had to bring bad news
Sarah. There is a chance Ms Jefferys may decide to leave you be. I told her
there could be bad press if she does go ahead with it. Hopefully she will
realise the problems that could cause her."
"How can you be sure of that, Tracy?"
Tracy grinned. "My best friend Karen -you'll meet her on Monday- is the
daughter of the producer of Channel 45's news producer. He can arrange to send a
camera to the school if he knows there is a story to be had. And you know your
story has been in the news lately. There is sure to be an outcry if your caned,
Sarah. There sure was when you were sentenced. See you Monday." Tracy caught
Sarah's hand in a squeeze and then headed for the gates.
Aunt Freda joined Tracy and Aunt Elizabeth at lunch and Tracy told them of
her conversation with Sarah, including Doreen Graham's part in preventing Sarah
from coming her family. At that Aunt Freda looked grim and nodded.
During the afternoon Tracy worked on her homework. That night, "Aunt Freda,
would it be possible to take a Truth Light into the prison so that those
prisoners who say that that they have been wrongly convicted can be tested with
it. If it turns out that they are right then they should be released. There was
one girl I poke to today claimed that she was convicted on three charges but she
is only guilty of one of them. Shouldn't she be allowed to prove it?"
"Your thinking of using your own Light I suppose?" replied Aunt Freda.
"If there is no other, why not?"
"Well the only thing against the idea is that it would have to be available
to all prisoners, not just your classmates."
"Fine."
"Also you understand I or Liz cant release prisoners on the spot. We could
only issue reports recommending action on the individual cases. The Revue Court
would then have to rule on the action to take."
"I realise this would take time Aunt. The first thing to do would be to
tell the prisoners what will happen and tell them how to prepare the statement
they will read under the Light. This will all take time and I know it may upset
some old fuddy-duddys in the Justice Department. But it is one way to ensure
those who believe they have been wronged can be aided. Couldn't you at least put
the idea to the Department?"
"I'll do that, certainly."
That Monday Tracy was at the gate to receive her new crim. And so was a
group of students curious to see the celebrity in their midst. As Sarah stepped
off the bus there was a loud cheer. Sarah looked bewildered. She looked around
in confusion and was clearly relieved when she recognised Tracy. "What is this
for?" she asked Tracy.
"You." replied Tracy.
As Tracy guided Sarah up the path to the administration block Sarah was
greeted with handshakes, hugs and backslaps. Inside the building they were met
by Ms Jefferys.
"Sarah this is our Headmistress, Ms Jefferys. Ms Jefferys may I present
Sarah Dutton a new pupil to the school.
"Well Sarah that was quite an arrival. Did you orchestrate it Wilson?"
"No orchestration Ms Jefferys I assure you."
"Why the handcuffs," demanded Ms Jefferys.
"Prison requirement, M'am. Because Sarah is a black-collar inmate, I
understand."
As they left the administration block after enrolling, Sarah looked at
Tracy. "The prisoners say you are the niece of the prison Governor. Is that
true."
"Yes."
"They also say she allows you in to whip prisoners. Is that true?"
"That happened once and only because at the time most of the other warders
were occupied. In fact my visit to you on Saturday was only my second visit to
the prison."
"They also say you and the other students humiliate the crims as a joke.
That you make us strip and parade around the grounds naked. That you handlers
take your crims home for the weekend, torturer us and then stop us from doing
our homework so we will be caned in class. Is that true."
"Yes, that has happened. Just how many crims that has happened to, I don't
know."
"Have you done it?"
"No. I've not taken a crim home, yet. The one other crim I've handled tried
to run off and I brought her back."
"I was also told that the handler takes part in the caning you mentioned on
Saturday."
"Yes. Half by the Headmistress and half by the handler."
"Meaning you would have to cane me."
"'Fraid so. Both then and at any other time you fail to follow orders."
"Meaning you will be able to punish me if I don't accept this humiliation
that you and the others put on me."
"That's both true and false. Did the others tell you that the students are
actually split over that matter?"
"No. What do you mean 'split'?"
"I mean divided into two groups over the question of whether crims should
be treated easily or harshly. By harshly I...." The hooters sounded.
"Come on, our first class is this way. I'll explain what I mean at break."
There was some consternation amongst the students when they saw Sarah was
restrained. Sarah ended up defending Tracy when objections were raised.
In class some of the teachers also were also put out by the 'cuffs.
"Wilson, get those things of her. Now."
"I'm sorry M'am. I can't do that. Apparently it a prison rule that all
black-collar crims must wear restraints while outside the prison. They must stay
on M'am. I wish it was otherwise."
"I see. Very well. But I don't like it."
"Nor do I M'am."
Break finally came and with it a Sarah wanting to hear the rest of Tracy's
explanation. Tracy continued her explanation conscious of the crowd of
on-lookers around them. "I meant that there are two groups in the school. One
group thinks that a crim should be hard treated and humiliated to break her
spirit, while the other believes the crim should be fairly treated, only
punished when she fails to obey orders. The hard treaters keep their crim in
fear and humiliation whenever possible. See there. That is what I mean by
humiliation." Tracy gestured towards where two crims were with their handlers
and a crowd of onlookers. The crims were bent over with their panties down while
the crowd examined their bottoms.
"My God. What are they doing?"
"Counting the stripes on their buttocks I think."
"But that's.."
"Humiliating?"
"Yes."
"Wait until lunchtime. Some of the handlers may order their crims to strip
and stand naked in the grounds for all to see. You understand if the crim
refuses to do something, the handler can and will cane her."
"No. Surely not!" Sarah looked at Tracy in horror.
"'Fraid so. There are other things they do that are worse, I think. But you
get the idea when I say two groups. The other group won't do that sort of thing
with their crims. They believe the crim should be fairly treated. The crim must
follow orders still, but they find that they are not humiliated nearly as much
as with the other group. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that the fair group
won't discipline their crims because they do. The difference is that they will
only discipline them if they deserve it. They will not deliberately set out to
create false or rigged reasons to cane them just so they have the pleasure of
hearing them scream. This sadistic group also seem to think crims should not be
released at all. They, or some of them at least, think that all crims should all
be leased out for life."
Sarah was staring at the group as they prodded and poked at the two
half-naked crims. Finally she turned to Tracy. "Which group do you belong to."
Karen Jackson, who had been sitting beside Tracy as she answered Sarah's
questions, chuckled. "Relax Sarah, Tracy has been on our team since she arrived
on Camelot."
Tracy grinned. "Sarah, this is Karen Jackson. She and her crim Doris Phelps
were my first friends on Camelot. They were the ones that explained the system
to me. Karen this is the famous Sarah Dutton." Tracy laid her hand on Sarah's
arm as she spoke.
Sarah nodded to Karen. "You have a crim to, Karen? Where is she?"
Karen smiled ruthfully. "Doris's time was up some weeks ago, Sarah and she
has been free for a while now. I had a letter from her at the weekend though,
she is back at her old school now and doing ok she says." Karen's voice dropped.
"I miss her."
Tracy squeezed Karen's hand. "Hope she doesn't let her work slide, though."
To Sarah "Doris is a bright girl but sometimes needs to be pushed."
Sarah looked at Karen. "And you pushed her?"
"Yes. She's bright but tends to be lazy at times. I think that is how she
got into trouble. She let her brother rule her life. Well he is sentenced to the
collar for three years so Doris should be free of his influence for a while
longer."
"How did you push her?"
"I told her she had to produce A-grade results at school or she would go
over my knee. She wouldn't believe me at first, but after the first spanking she
knew I meant business. Her work soon picked up. She was doing well when her
sentence ended. I can only hope she does well in the exams"
"You really care for her don't you," said Sarah.
"Yes,"
The hooter sounded for return to class.
At lunch Tracy and Karen pointed out to Sarah the difference in the
treatment between the 'sadists' and the 'softies'. The sadists had their crims
on the ground, making them eat as they knelt beside their handler's chair,
sometimes out of the handler's hands.
Sarah watched this for a time then looked at Tracy. "Will you humiliate me
like that?"
"No, Sarah, although I maybe should have you practise eating like that as
preparation in case your leaseholder does. But I will do it at home, in private.
Your situation is different to all other crims here in that we have to prepare
you for a life of slavery. When you're leased out, it will depend on your
leaseholder what happens to you and how you are treated."
The next problem was at the end of Lunch break when the hooters signalled
assembly. Sarah looked at Tracy. "Is this when I'm supposed to be caned?"
"Yes. I had hoped I'd convinced Ms Jefferys no to. Guess I failed. I'm
sorry. Come on, this way. and I hope you can forgive me when I hurt you." Tracy
nodded to Karen (who reached into her pocket - the same pocket Tracy knew that
Karen kept her com in) and the others and headed for the locker room then the
assembly point. There the were joined by the students with the punishment frame
and Ms Jefferys with her cane.
Ms Jefferys looked at Tracy. "I have decided to treat this crim like any
other crim. She will receive the usual six strokes."
"As you say, M'am. But don't say you weren't warned when the attacks begin
in the media. You will be seen as pro-child rapist, M'am."
"Nonsense. And what's more if you don't do your three as hard as mine she
will receive three more from me and you will be replaced as her handler. Anyway
you are clearly wrong about the media or they would be here by now."
"You fool. They are here." "Yes, M'am."
Tracy looked at Sarah. "Think you can handle this?"
"Guess I have to."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I actually thought Jefferys was a decent, sensible person.
I was wrong. The media will have a good story out of this." Ms Jefferys glared
at Tracy who ignored her. They moved out in front of the assembled school. Ms
Jefferys began to speak. First she gave several announcements regarding relating
to the school and planed sporting activities. Then she turned to the matter at
hand. "We have a new crim starting here today. It has been suggested to me she
be treated differently to other crims. I say no she will have no special
treatment. She is a lawbreaker and will be treated as we treat all other
lawbreakers. She will now receive six strokes of the cane."
The frame was set up and the students looked at Sarah who draped herself
over the frame. But it was then found Sarah's shackled hands could not be spread
to reach the legs at the corners. However this was solved by using rope passed
between Sarah's hands and secured between the legs of the frame. Ms Jefferys
pulled down Sarah panties, exposing a pair of firm white buttocks which caught
Tracy's eye immediately, positioned herself and raised her cane.
THERWACK There was silence both from Sarah and the assembled
school. Ms Jefferys didn't seem to notice at first. Then she swung round and
looked at the students. "What's wrong with you all. COUNT." she shouted. A few
voices replied "One". Then someone called "This is wrong." Another called "Shame
on You Ms Jefferys."
Tracy had now spotted the camera hovering silently over the assembled
students and hoped it was recording sound as well as action. She stared
fascinated at the bright red line now crossing Sarah's bottom. The Headmistress
swung back to Sarah and raised her cane a second time.
THERWACK Some of the students shouted "SHAME" The cane rose
again
THERWACK A larger number shouted its disapproval "SHAME" Then Ms
Jefferys stepped aside to allow Tracy to take the position and raise
her paddle high.
WACK "SHAME" Now the whole school was at it.
WACK "SHAME" All were screaming now.
WACK "SHAME" The last shriek then silence.
The Headmistress returned to the microphone, her face red. "I see you are
siding with the crims in our midst. What's wrong with you? She's a criminal and
should be punished."
"No she's not," someone shouted. The call was taken up "NO, NO, NO. until
Ms Jefferys screamed for silence. "Get to class, all of you. You will hear more
on this matter later. GO"
The school dispersed to class. Tracy was helping Sarah who rose from the
frame with a stifled groan and stood while Tracy pulled up her panties. Then she
helped Sarah from the podium to their classroom. On entering, they were
immediately surrounded by their classmates anxious to ask after Sarah. Some
students also were angry over Tracy's part in the caning. Trac had to explain
about the Headmistress's threat to remove Tracy as handler. It was some time
before the teacher could gain control. It was the same in all afternoon classes.
When the last class ended the pupils streamed out to find the school surrounded
by media. There were reporters and cameras everywhere and students were being
questioned on camera. When Sarah was pointed out, she and Tracy were surrounded
and had to face a barrage of questions. She answered them as best she could.
"How do you feel about your treatment today?"
"Very painful, believe me."
"What do you think of the suggestion that other students are saying that
it appears that the school approves of rape?"
"It certainly looks that way to me. After all I am being punished for not
allowing a rapist to have his way with a child, my sister. Now I suppose adults
will try to punish the rest of the school for showing support for me and against
rape." Sarah gestured towards Tracy. "Tracy here actually said as much to the
Head before I was caned. She was trying to point out that by caning me she would
be seen as a supporter of child rape. As you saw the Headmistress ignored Tracy
and went ahead with the caning."
"And you believe this means that The Headmistress supports child rape."
"Yes." By now they had reached the prison bus and Sarah climbed aboard.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Tracy."
"Yes. I hope so. Take care."
Tracy was now surrounded by reporters. "You are a friend of Sarah's? What
is your name and what was your part in what happened today? Weren't you the
student that shared in the caning?"
"Yes. I'm Tracy Wilson. I'm Sarah's handler."
"What is a handler?"
"I'm supposed to look after Sarah and see she gets any help as she settles
into the school. I'm also supposed to see that she doesn't run off or anything
like that. Also if she doesn't follow the rules or makes any trouble, I'm
supposed to discipline her."
"You mean cane her?"
"Yes, if necessary."
"What had Sarah done to deserve this caning? I understand it was hr first
day here."
"It was. She has actually done nothing wrong within the school. It is a
tradition in this school that all crims are caned in front of the school on
their first day simply as an example to them and to the school. I don't know why
it is considered necessary to do this. I can't see how it can be right. I mean,
punishment for a fault or crime is one thing but punishment for an example only
seems wrong to me."
That night Tracy related what had happened to her Aunts. They watched the
news and saw the whole assembly business over again. There were interviews with
government representatives who were trying to downplay her statement. Several
students including Tracy's interviews were shown, all supporting Sarah. An
interview with Ms Jefferys was shown in which she defend the practice of caning
new arrivals. The reporter announced that there had been a reaction against the
government as people objected to apparent legalisation of child-rape.
"Do you think there is any chance todays affair will make any change in
Sarah's situation?"
"I doubt it. There may be an attempt to curtail the canings, but that's
about all, I'd say."
"Aunt Elizabeth, may I have Sarah over here for the weekend, please?"
"Yes, of course."
"These restraints she must wear, Aunt. Do the regs. specify what type they
must be?"
"No, only that her actions must be limited in some way."
"So there is no regulation on their type or the length of chain between
them?"
"I don't believe so, no."
"Could we swap the prison set with ones with lining so they won't rub her
wrists?"
"Certainly."
"OK. Any chance I could see that contract to read it?"
"Certainly. I'll dig it out for you."
"Thanks Aunt."
The next day Tracy greeted Sarah as she got of the bus and showed her the
new 'cuffs she had for her. Sarah waited as the warder removed the prison 'cuffs
and Tracy slipped the new ones on her. "Oh! Nice. They're lined."
At lunch Tracy told Sarah about the arrangement for the weekend. Sarah was
surprised. "That is very nice of you Tracy, but why?"
"Remember I told you you have to be prepared for a life different to other
crims."
"Yes."
"What do you know about the types of services a slave, crim or voluntary
has to be ready to supply to their masters and mistresses?"
"Not much - oh you mean sex."
"Yes. Before this all happened, were you active sexually, Sarah?"
"No."
"No! A pretty girl like you? How come?"
"I have never had any interest in boys - any boys."
"How `bout women?," suggested Karen.
"I wondered `bout that but I was to scared to find out. My family live in a
fairly conservative area. Remember I told you.." Tracy nodded. Sarah looked at
Tracy and Karen, "Does that mean I am gay?
"Could be," replied Karen, "Have you ever felt anything for a woman?"
Sarah was silent for a moment. "I... I'm not sure. Maybe I have without
realising it's meaning."
"What do you mean," said Karen.
"The first time I ever had this feeling... this urge to want to be with
another woman in that way was last Saturday in the prison." Sarah was staring at
the ground and her face was crimson.
"I see," said Karen, "Want to tell us who it was that.... interested you?"
Sarah shook her head. "Please don't ask," she whispered.
"All right we won't," Tracy squeezed Sarah's hand. Sarah continued to stare
at the ground.
There was an uncomfortable silence, then Tracy continued, "The point is
though, Sarah, is that unfortunately you have to be ready to serve anyone your
leaseholder decrees he or she wants you to serve, and in any way they may want.
Especially since you are a pretty girl and will certainly interest men. And if
your lease is purchased by a brothel... well.."
"I understand. You are saying I have to learn to serve people sexually."
"Yes. I suppose if it is a brothel that buys your lease, they would have
you trained." Tracy looked at Karen who nodded. "Yes that would certainly occur
in the bigger brothels. There was an article in the news once saying that at
least two of the big brothel chains have there own training schools for new sex
workers."
Sarah nodded miserably.
On Friday evening Tracy walked over to the prison and found Sarah waiting
for her. She was in a room with other prisoners also waiting for their handlers
to collect them for the weekend. She held out her hands for the 'cuffs and
waited patiently while Tracy slipped them on her wrists and then followed her
out of the prison gate and across the road to the prison governor's house. Tracy
noted that Sarah's eyes were shining and she came eagerly.
"What are you going to do with me," she asked as they crossed the road.
"Try and give you an idea as to what your leaseholder could ask of you,"
replied Tracy. She opened the gate and gestured for Sarah to precede her. Once
in Tracy's room Tracy told Sarah to put her bag with her school books and
clothes on her bed.
"This is all new to me you understand, Sarah. But my Aunts say I should try
to give you an idea of what you would have to do for a leaseholder. It was also
suggested you should be naked for most of the time your here. It will make you
feel below everyone in the house. Do you understand me?"
Sarah swallowed, :"Yes Tracy. (She swallowed) I.. I'll try. But you will
have to remove these so I can take of my tunic."
Tracy nodded and produced the key. "These cuffs are different in that I can
remove the chain without removing the cuffs. See? Now strip. Fold your clothes
neatly and put them on that chair with your shoes underneath. That's right. Now
come over here and stand there. Back straight. Hands on your head. Elbows
straight out from your sides. Beautiful. Look in the big mirror, Sarah see what
I am seeing. A beautiful collared girl waiting to serve her owner. Your eyes are
shining Sarah. I think you are enjoying this already, aren't you? You may speak.
"
"Yes, Tracy I am enjoying this. I don't know how come. I've never thought
of myself as a deviant - a sex slave. What's wrong with me?"
"Down on your knees, Sarah. Yes sit on your heels. Keep your back straight.
Open your legs. Keep your hands on your head. Now, tell me what you see in the
mirror in front of you."
"I see me."
"Is that all. Well I see a slave waiting to please her owner. Am I right
Sarah? Are you ready to please your owner- your leaseholder?"
"I... I don't know. I..."
"Let's find out then. Up off your heels onto your knees, Sarah. Hold
still." Tracy came round in front of Sarah and dropped onto her knees. She
reached down, brushed Sarah's bushy, untrimmed pussy and then slid a finger
between Sarah's trembling legs and into her slit. She lifted it out and looked
at it. Wet. Only slightly, but wet. She showed Sarah who went crimson and looked
away. Tracy caught Sara's chin in two fingers and gently turned her head towards
her, tilting her head so their eyes locked.
"That is the first time I've touched you there Sarah. Yet your wet already.
You told me you had never been with a man or woman. Is that still true, Sarah?
Or have you been playing around with the girls in Robinvale?"
"That is still true, although one girl did try to entice me into her cell.
I said no. I don't know why. She was pretty enough. I just wasn't interested."
"I see. Right. Keep hands where they are. Stand up." Tracy steadied Sarah
as she awkwardly climbed to her feet. Tracy guided her over to the wardrobe.
"Hands down Sarah. Let's see if you can serve your mistress, which at the moment
is me. Open the door. See those shorts and that top. Bring them over to the bed.
Now undress me, Sarah. Unbutton my top and remove it."
Sarah undid Tracy's blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She gazed fixedly
on Tracy's firm breasts trapped in their bra. "Put that in the laundry basket
there Sarah." Sarah did so and returned to stand before Tracy. "Now undo my belt
and remove it. Now unbutton my slacks and lower them. Good. Now my shoes." Tracy
sat down on the bed whilst Sarah knelt and removed her shoes and socks and set
them aside. Tracy then stood and stepped out of the slacks. "Hang them up with
the others, there, Sarah. Good. Now dress me. Hold the shorts for me to step
into." Sarah did so, kneeling and holding the shorts as Tracy stepped into them.
"Now pull them up and fasten them." Sarah did so. "Now the top. Hold it so I can
get my hands through the sleeves - that's right. Now over my head. Pull it down
so it is neat. Good. You did that well. How do you feel about it?"
"It's strange Tracy. I don't feel all that odd about it. Yet it's the first
time I've done anything like that since I stopped having to dress my baby
brother. It's as if my mind is just accepting it as normal."
"Hmm.. Look this is only a wild idea, but could it have anything to do with
the fact that you were born here and already have some idea of what you are in
for from your readings as you grew up? I've read several stories since I arrived
here written by ex-slaves and ex-crims which describe the type of things they
have to do for their owners. Have you read similar stories?"
"Yess.. yes I have. You may be right."
Tracy looked at her clock. "Time to wash up for dinner. You will remain
naked. This way."
Tracy led the way downstairs into the dining room. "Evening Fiona. Fiona
this is Sarah. Sarah, Fiona is a crim who serves as housekeeper for Aunt Fiona
and Aunt Elizabeth. She is a first rate cook as you will soon see and makes a
wonderful chocolate cake." Fiona smiled and ducked her head at Tracy's
introduction.
"Ms Tracy is this the girl who killed the rapist...?"
"Yes, Fiona. What you see is the result of her attempt to protect her
sister."
"That's not right, Ms Tracy."
Tracy nodded. "I agree Fiona." The kitchen door opened. "And here are my
Aunts. On your knees Sarah."
Sarah sank onto her knees, her face red. Tray stood beside her. "Aunt Freda
you have met. This is my Aunt Elizabeth. Aunts this is Sarah. I'm trying to
prepare her for her new life." Tracy rested her hand on Sara's shoulder. Sarah
immediately lent towards Tracy. "She has coped well so far this afternoon,
though you would probably say I haven't pushed her very hard."
Aunt Elizabeth came forward and touched Sarah on the cheek. "Is Tracy being
to hard on you Sarah?" she asked gently.
Sarah looked up at the Magistrate, her face red her, eyes moist. "N.. no
M'am. Not really. It's just all so new and well... humiliating."
Aunt Elizabeth nodded sympathetically. "Try to accept it dear. That is what
we are trying to do here. Help you to convince yourself it is normal. If you do
that then the feelings of humiliation will end or at least reduce because it is
normal to you. It's not as if what will happen here is new, Sarah. All the crims
face the same things during there sentences. It's just that for you it will go
for a longer period. I wish there was some way we could ease it foe you but the
only way to prepare you for this type of life is to give you a controlled dose
now. At least it is controlled and not unlimited as it will be eventually."
"I understand M'am. Thankyou for the trouble your going to. I do appreciate
it, even if I can't like it."
Aunt Freda looked at Fiona. "You can serve now Fiona."
"Yes M'am." Tracy indicated to Sarah that she should take the chair beside
her.
After dinner Tracy and Sarah returned to Tracy's room.
"Sarah have you had any interest in any of the so-called sexual fetishes? I
mean things like bondage, pain, suspension, S & M, that type of thing?"
"I was curious when I first became aware of them, yes. But never enough to
try them. I told you my family and the people around us are very conservative.
Why?"
"Because if you think of it, your new life is similar to some of those
fetishes. Except that they'll never end. If you think of life in that context,
maybe it will be a little more bearable. What do you think of those people who
volunteer for the slave chain? There are a few students wearing them you know.
You must have noticed some of them. What is your opinion of them?"
"I think that if that is what they want then good for them."
"You notice how some of the students seem to like to taunt then because
they have chosen the chain. Did you ever do that - or weren't there any slaves
in your old school?"
"There were, but not many. And I never had anything to do with them."
Tracy produced her handcuffs and 'cuffed Sarah's hands behind her. She then
added ankle shackles. "Kneel Sarah. That's right." Tracy now connected Sarah's
hands to her ankle shackles. Next she produced a telescopic spreader bar and
connected it with straps to Sarahs legs just above her knees so she could not
close her legs.
"Look straight ahead and tell me what you see, Sarah."
"I se myself, Mistress. I am chained and helpless. W... what are you going
to do to me, Mistress.?"
"You will soon see." Tracy fetched a chair and placed it behind Sarah. She
sat down side on to and behind Sarah and tilted her head and tilted it back
until it was lying in Tracy's lap. Tracy looked down on Sarah's face. She noted
that Sarah was quite calm. "I wonder where you got these lovely blue eyes from."
"Mother probably. Father's were brown." Tracy slid her right hand down Sarah's
chest and down to her right breast. She ran her fingers lightly over the breast
and circled the nipple several times. "That's nice," said Sarah. Tracy's fingers
continued on to the left breast and circled it several times. Finally it reached
the left nipple itself and gently pinched, twisted and pulled it. The hand
slipped back and forward across from nipple to nipple. Sarah began to breath
heavily. Tracy stroked Sarah's cheeks and forehead with her other hand. "This is
very nice." gasped Sarah. Tracy now reached lower down, sliding her fingers
lightly over Sarah's middle, slowly circling round her belly button until the
fingers reached it and slid in, tickling gently. By now Sarah was moaning
softly. "Please Mistress, stop. I'm getting excited."
Tracy lent over and kissed Sarah on the forehead "You know you have no
choice in this my Sarah," growled Tracy. "Now say what you should have said, my
girl, say 'My mistress can do what ever she wants with me.' Go on. Say it."
"My mistress can do.. do what ever she wants with me." whispered Sarah, her
eyes fixed on Tracy's face.
"Much better," said Tracy softly. She slid her hand lower and slowly
running her hand through Sara's thick pussy. The fingers went lower and touched
the top of the opening hidden there. She slid a finger in.
"Why Sarah, You're rather wet here," said Tracy, "What have you been doing
to cause that, hmmm?"
"My mistress has been doing whatever she wants with me," murmured Sarah.
The answer was followed by a groan as Tracy slid her finger into the hole and
wriggled it slowly. "Please mistress noo.." moaned Sarah. Tracy replied by
slipping a second finger into Sarah's hole and going deeper into her. She slid
her fingers in and out several times, watching Sarah rise closer and closer to
orgasm. Sarah gasped "Mistress I think I going to.." Tracy removed her fingers.
Sarah wailed "Noo! Please mistress let me cum pleaseee..." Tracy brought her
hand to her mouth and tasted it. "You taste nice Sarah," Tracy bent and gave
Sarah a peck on the forehead. "That's for tasting so nice." she whispered.
Tracy's hand resumed its circling of Sarah's right nipple. Sarah moaned softly.
Tracy watched as Sarah slipped back from orgasm. Tracy then sent her hand
slipping slowly down across Sarah's middle and back into her pussy where she
gently stroked and tugged the thick bush. Finally she slid a finger back into
the waiting hole and resumed its slow exploration. Soon Sarah was showing
distress as she rose to the edge again. Tracy, (who by now was aware she was
rather wet herself) decided to end the torture and moved her fingers faster
until Sarah finally went over the edge into orgasm. Sarah's body thrashed away
from where Tracy sat an fell onto its side. Tracy slipped down onto her knees
and released the clip holding Sarah's hands to her feet, allowing Sarah to kick
out her legs. Tracy then unstrapped the spreader bar from Sarah's knees. Tracy
took Sarah into her arms and held her. Sarah's head rested on Tracy's breast
while she recovered from her orgasm.
Sarah finally lifted her head and to Tracy's surprise, kissed her on the
cheek. "Thankyou Mistress Tracy," she said, her voice sounding soft but normal,
"That was beautiful. Thankyou so much," Sarah rested her head on Tracy's
shoulder and looked calmly up at her face. "May I service you now mistress?"
"Yes. Stay there." Tracy went over to the bed and turned down the covers.
She then stripped and returned to Sarah. "Up you come." Tracy helped Sarah
(who's ankles were still chained together) over to the bed. Sarah heaved herself
onto the bed the bed and wriggled over to the end. Tracy climbed onto the bed
and settled down on her back. Sarah, up on her knees, moved into position
eagerly. She stretched herself over Tracy but without her hands to aid her
almost lost her balance. Tracy caught her shoulders and steadied her then
lowered Sarah until she could reach Tracy's breasts with her mouth. Sarah began
to kiss and lick Tracy's breasts, working around the breast in continuous
circles until she reached Tracy's nipple. Already the breast was tingling and
Tracy was starting to feel the results. Sarah moved over to the other breast and
repeated her actions. Before she had finished, Tracy knew she was getting
excited - and wet.
Sarah slowly worked her way down Tracy's body, licking and kissing and
nipping continuously. She blew air over Tracy's neatly trimmed triangle and then
slowly ran her tongue around Tracy's crack. Sarah nipped the insides of both
legs until she reached the waiting love hole. She slowly ran her tongue long the
sides of the hole, nipping the lips of the hole and flicking her tongue over the
clit. By now Tracy was on the brink. Sarah eased back, making Tracy seethe as
the chance to pay her back became available. Sarah slowed her licking and went
back to slow licks around Tracy's hole while Tracy tried not to moan in
frustration. Then Sarah resumed her attentions on Tracy's clit, taking it into
her mouth and sucking it. Hard. This sent Tracy who went over the wall into
orgasm. When Tracy finally came back to her senses she lay gasping for a time,
staring up at the ceiling. When her breathing returned to near-normal she looked
for Sarah. Sarah was lying on the ed at her side gazing at Tracy's face with a
look of total adoration. Tracy gazed back at her as her breathing slowed. Then
she reached out and drew Sarah into her arms, hugging her tightly. "That was the
most incredible thing that has happened to me, " he whispered and kissed Sarah.
Sarah eagerly pressed her body against Tracy's, her hands still shackled behind
her. After a moment she looked at Tracy. "What's wrong with me Tracy? I should
hate this idea of being a slave. I did hate the idea when I was first brought to
Robinvale. But now I don't seem to mind, especially when I'm with you."
"Perhaps it's your mind conditioning itself to the idea," said Tracy
thoughtfully. "If you fight it you could probably stop it. But if you do you may
then have constant battles with yourself to face whatever your leaseholder wants
of you. That would probably end up in your being punished for bad service
because your leaseholder will say you have a bad attitude or something. Of
course I'm probably wrong about this. I'm no psychologist."
""It would be interesting to ask one though," said Sarah softly.
"Maybe we can. I'll se if either of my Aunts know a psychologist."
Sarah looked at Tracy. "May I ask you a question Mistress?"
"Sure."
"Is it at all possible that you could buy my lease? Could I be your slave
since I have to be a slave?"
"It's possible, certainly." replied a startled Tracy. "My Aunts have
already said they would let me have a slave. But you don't really know me yet,
nor I you. We have only just met. There are six weeks before school ends for
this year. We will be together at school and you will come here each weekend. If
we both still want each other by the time school finishes, then I'll buy your
lease. You should use the time we're apart during the week to think. To decide
whether you want to stay with me or risk going on the shop floor. We have much
to learn about each other and we have six weeks to find out if we are right for
each other. Right now I feel I would love to have you at my side for life. But
I'm all worked up and I expect you are too. Remember we are talking life here. I
want you, yes, but only if you want to be with me. When you are in Robinvale
during the week you can think over what we do and how I treat you and decide
whether I am the one you want to serve. Also remember that while I'm allowing
you the choice, there will be no choice when it comes to being chosen to be
leased out by others."
"Thankyou, Mistress. I'll do that. But I think you have just shown that you
are the one I want to serve since serve I must."
"Aunt Freda has told me that people choose their slaves for various
reasons. Beauty, age, skills and also length of lease. Leases aren't always for
the full length of the crims sentence. The price of a lease is fixed at a low
amount - Aunt Freda said it was probably to get the largest number of crims out
of the gaol as possible since leased crims are no longer a drain on the prison
budget. Short term leases are actually dearer if you base it on time served.
Also some crims are never leased simply because their sentences are to short.
Those younger than 15 must go to school anyway I certainly hope we both still
feal this way about each other in six weeks," Tracy yawned, "Oh. Sorry. I think
its lights out time. Tomorrow, weather permitting, I will take you shopping. You
will be in your tunic and have a carry bag on your back. You'll be on a leash
too." She grinned as Sarah started to yawn too. Tracy reached for her key and
released Sarah's hands and feet. A few minutes later all was quiet as the two
naked girls curled up in each others arms and entered the land of dreams.
