A Slave for Tracy
Part 6.
Tracy paused and looked down at her intended and very willing victim. Sarah
was lying on her back on the bed her eyes fixed on the dildo Tracy was strapping
on. After fastening the strap Tracy moved towards Sarah who showed her eagerness
by immediately opening her legs wide, displaying a pussy that was already moist.
"I don't think you need much foreplay this evening, Honey," she said softly
as she moved into position.
"Please Tracy just do it to me, pleaseeee.." came the eager answer.
Not wanting to upset her lover any further, Tracy leant forward balancing
herself with a hand on either side of Sarah and rested the dildo on Sara's hole
then pushed slowly forward. The already oiled phallus slid slowly into Sarah,
who emitted a soft "Ohhh Yessss" as it sank into her. Slowly Tracy began to pump
the dildo in and out. She kept it slow at first, not wanting to hurt Sarah but
as the excitement rose between them she went faster. Sarah reached up and began
to play with Tracy's breasts. This attention plus the action of the dildos rear
end pressing into her cleft began to send Tracy over the edge along with Sarah.
Steadily Tracy pumped her tool in and out of Sarah, as Sarah moved her attention
from one breast to another, running her fingers over Tracy's tummy and back to
her breasts while moaning in pleasure from the dildos actions. Tracy found
herself growing more and more excited as she worked the dildo in and out of
Sarah. She struggled to control herself so as to give her lover more enjoyment.
She listened as Sarah gasped and moaned in pleasure as her orgasm built. Then
she realised her own orgasm was rising, building up in time with Sarah's.
"Ohhh...Yesss... Tracy it's coming. I can feel it. Keep going pleaseee...... I
going to cum soon. Don't stop pleaseeee. Yesssss.... I'm COMINGGGGG....." Sarah
screamed as her body went over the edge, just as Tracy did the same. Tracy
collapsed on top of Sarah and lay there, The dildo popping out of Sarah and both
girls lying still as they fought for breath and waited for their bodies to
recover and their hearts to resume normal speed. Sara's arms slid around Tracy
as she hugged her friend and Mistress tightly.
"Oh... Tracy... that... was... WONDERFUL...." she sighed happily.
"It sure was," agreed Tracy dreamily. Then she fell asleep. The next thing
Tracy knew the sun was shining in the window and she found herself lying beside
a still sleeping Sarah. Then she realised the light was still on and she still
wore the dildo. She looked at the clock and blinked in surprise, then shook
Sarah gently.
"Wake up Sarah, it's breakfast time. Wakey Wakey Love."
"What was that.... you said .. Tracy," moaned Sarah as she blinked sleepily
at Tracy who had scrambled up and was heading for the bathroom, unstrapping the
dildo as she went.
Tracy looked back at her lover. "I said it's breakfast time. Look at the
clock." She disappeared into the bathroom. Sarah looked and jerked awake as the
truth hit home.
"Wow!... We slept the night through after that wonderful fuck," she gasped.
Then she stopped and stared at herself in the mirror. "Did I really say that?
Holyyyy."
She set to work straitening the bed and tidying the room, at the same time
putting out Tracy's clothes for the day. Tracy returned just as Sarah finished.
Sarah headed for the bathroom while Tracy dressed. Then Tracy led the way down
the stairs to the dining room where they greeted Aunt Freda and Aunt Elizabeth.
"Morning girls. How did you sleep last night?" asked Aunt Elizabeth as they
came in.
"Like the proverbial log, Aunty," replied Tracy cheerfully, as she and
Sarah sat down.
"Did you enjoy that toy Fred gave you?" inquired Aunt Freda.
"Yes," both girls replied together. Then they both laughed.
"Good."
"What have you planned for today?"
Sarah looked at Tracy. Actually they hadn't made any plans, but Tracy
replied, "Since the weather is fine I was thinking of trying one of those tours
by boat along the river. Have you been on one of them Sarah?"
Sarah shook her head. "Not lately. Dad took us on one when I was seven.
I've been to some of the places you will see. The tours are said to be good
too."
"If it's alright with you?" Tracy looked from one Aunt to the other. Both
nodded.
"Take your camcorder, Tracy. You will see many sights you will want to
remember."
Less then two hours later Tracy and Sarah were lined up to board a large
launch sporting the sign 'Scenic River Tours' for an all-day tour. Sarah had on
her back a pack containing two pairs of field glasses, Tracy's camcorder and the
first aid kit and some water. Soon the launch was churning slowly up the river
with the tour guide pointing out interesting sites to the forty odd passengers.
Tracy had noticed one or two people looking askance at Sarah in her prison tunic
and chains, and making whispered comments to fellow passengers. No-one spoke to
them.
Sarah was able to give Tracy some extra detail on the history of some
spots. Tracy also saw an odd (to her) sight on the river - a large rowing-boat
being slowly rowed by a crew of male slaves with a group of well dressed women
sitting at rhe stern under a canopy. Tracy could see that the slaves had their
hands in shackles and were chained to the side of the boat by the neck. As far
as she cold see Tracy thought the slaves all wore brown chains round their
necks. "A group of rich women enjoying the river," commented Sarah.
The first half of the trip went off peacefully and by mid-day the launch
tied up at it's half-way point so passengers could stretch their legs and eat at
the several cafes there. Trouble started on the way back when one of the
passengers who had obversely had one to many glasses with his lunch, started
abusing Sarah.
"Wha..t's she do..ing here. Why do we ho...nest people have to pu.. up with
having crims aroun...around us, Huh. Why."
"Leave Sarah alone, please," said Tracy politely enough.
"The drunken man peered at Tracy, his dark drooping moustache dripping from
his drinking. "Don.. worry, girly, I won.. let nasty crim hurt you."
"No one is hurting me or anyone else, sir. Now please leave us alone."
The man's face changed as it slowly sank in that Tracy was supporting
Sarah.
"Are you shome sort of crim-lover, girly," sneered the drunk. "Better
shmarten.. yourshelf.. up or you'll be, in chains too."
"At least I wouldn't be a drunk like you," shot back Tracy.
"Not... drun..k," Chuckles came from some of the passengers close by. The
man turned from Tracy and accosted another woman. But before he could more then
leer at her the man next to her caught the drunk by the arm and dragged him over
to a vacant seat and pushed him down onto it. "Stay there and there will be no
trouble Mister," he said. The drunk subsided onto the seat and stared out at the
river. The passengers nodded and returned to their conversations. Tracy gave
Sarah a squeeze and both girls returned their attention to the scenes they were
passing by. However out of the corner of her eye Tracy noted the drunk had
produced a bottle and was drinking from it.
The tour launch was about 3/4 the way back when Tracy saw the drunk rise
from his seat and head their way. "Don.. like crims.." he slurred. "Crims..
shou... be locked up." He made a grab for Sarah who had little trouble dodging
him. He lurched after her swinging his fists wildly and nearly hit another man
standing in his way. The man continued after Sarah and Tracy stepped in his way.
The man swung at her and Tracy caught his arm and twisted the man round with his
arm up behind him. "Not leave us alone, mister, we're not hurting anyone." She
dragged the man back to his seat and left him there.
.The man stayed there for a moment then came after them again. He for Sarah
again. "Lock up the crim." he slurred loudly. Sarah backed away but was blocked
by the crowd who were also trying to escape him. Tracy planted herself between
Sarah and the drunk and stood still. The drunk stared at Tracy blearily then
tried to push her away. Tracy caught his arm again and twisted. The drunk found
himself sprawled on the floor. By the time the drunk was on his feet again, the
launch was manoeuvring to dock. The tour was over. Both girls heaved sighs of
relief as they left the boat.
"Damn that fool," said Tracy, "He wrecked an otherwise very interesting
trip. Did you notice that not one of the crew tried to stop him?"
"Yes. Funny that. Like they were afraid of him."
"Yes."
They headed for the bus stop. As they walked Tracy noticed that there were
several slaves, both male and female, being led around by their owners. Most of
the slaves were being used as beasts of burden, wearing loaded carry-bags or
carrying shopping bags in their hands. Some of the slaves were wearing odd (to
Tracy) harnesses that \she couldn't see the use of. Sarah explained, "The stiff
square things that one is wearing near his eyes are to make it impossible for
him to look anywhere but straight ahead. I understand it makes them concentrate
on the task his owner has set him, in this case to carry that carrysac on his
back and the bags in his hands. The harness that girl is wearing is said to
emphasise her breasts. See how it supports her breasts, makes them more
prominent without covering them. The harness also supports the carrysac on her
back without heavy straps affecting her breasts, see. And those two slavegirls
in tandem. See how the second one's head can't turn at all. She can only look
ahead and down to follow the lead girl who must follow where their mistress
leads."
"Almost like pack-animals in the old days on Earth. They are being used
like animals."
"I guess they are, yes. It certainly emphasises control," replied Sarah.
As they passed the courthouse where Aunt Elizabeth heard cases they found
there was a public flogging in progress. Most of the prisoners had been done.
Prison officers were just setting up the last batch of two, a young man round
age 17 or 18 and a much younger girl Tracy realised must be aged 12 or 13. The
official read out the charges. The two were brother and sister caught
shoplifting by security cameras at several stores. To Tracy and Sarah's surprise
the sentencing judge was named as Magistrate Elizabeth Philips. She had
sentenced the two to a public flogging only, as it was a first offence. The boy
was to receive twenty strokes an the girl ten after which they would be released
into the care of their parents who Tracy realised must be the man and woman
standing near the frame, the woman weeping quietly. Both were hiding their faces
with newspapers. The boy was silent as he was fastened naked to the punishment
frame, but the equally naked girl screamed out "NO. NO. MUMMY... NO." constantly
as she struggled against her captors as they fastened her to the frame.
The warder approached with the whip and the boy's face paled as he realised
the time had come. He was whipped first. The first stroke landed across his
shoulders. The next a little lower down and the next below that. By the fourth
stroke the boy was screaming. The crowd was counting the strokes. The twentieth
stroke landed on his mid thighs.
Leaving the boy hanging groaning and whimpering in his bonds, the warder
went on to the girl. She screamed louder than ever, pleading for mercy. Tracy
noted that none of the small watching crowd appeared to show any desire for
mercy to the girl due to her age or sex. The warder positioned himself and swung
his whip. The first stroke landed across the girl's shoulders. The next was
lower down and so on. The last two strokes were across the girls buttocks. The
warders released the two and the girl fell into her mothers arms sobbing
piteously, while the boy tried to control his sobbing and face his father. Coats
were slung over the pair by the parents, which were not appreciated by either of
them due to their stinging backs. Both were still whimpering as they were led
away by their parents.
"Wow. Wonder if they'll break the law again after that," commented Tracy as
the two started off.
"The girl, no. The boy, hmmm he's tougher. Maybe he will. And maybe she
will follow big brother again," replied Sarah, "You can't be certain."
That night they described their day to Aunt Freda and Aunt Elisabeth. Both
Aunts looked pleased (and Tracy squirmed in embarrassment) when Sarah described
how Tracy had protected her from the drunk. She tried to change the subject by
describing the whipping they had witnessed. Aunt Elizabeth nodded when they
mentioned the brother and sister shoplifters. "Yes that case was on Friday. I
guess they didn't bother appealing. If they had the appeals court might have
increased the sentence, not reduced it. I only hope they have learnt that crime
brings punishment, painful punishment. As well as shame on the family."
"This sure is different to Nexus," said Tracy, "There the names of the
children are protected so there is no shame on the family. The opposite of
here."
"It is hoped that the shame it brings is a deterrent to some extent,
Tracy." explained Aunt Elizabeth, "But such deterrents are not reliable. What
have you two planned for tomorrow?"
Sarah looked at Tracy who replied, "As you said, Aunt. Test the Truth
Light."
"Good."
"I'll also like to complete the assembly of the Discipline Strip in our
room."
"Oh, Yes. I noticed you hadn't fitted the Hoist," replied Aunt Elizabeth,
"You ever been suspended, Sarah?"
"No, M'am." Sarah eyes were big as she looked at Tracy.
"Then take it in short periods, Tracy."
"Yes, Aunt."
"You mean it? You are going to suspend me by my wrists?"
"Yes, for short periods as Aunt said. If you don't like it you have only to
say so and that will be the end of it. You know I'm not out to hurt you, but you
were interested in those suspended slaves at Fredericka's and I thought you
should try it. What do you think?"
"If you are running it I'll try anything once. I trust you."
Tracy squeezed Sarah's hand. Then she yawned. "Oh. Sorry."
Aunt Freda chuckled. "Off to bed you two. See you tomorrow."
"Thankyou. Goodnight Aunt Freda, Aunt Elizabeth."
"Night, girls."
Sarah and Tracy headed for the stairs.
Next morning after breakfast Tracy dragged the case containing the Truth
Light from under her bed, opened it and began to assemble it. Sarah watched her
curiously.
"I wonder if there are prisoners who would not be in prison if they had
been able to give their evidence under one of these," she commented.
"I know. I suggested that to my Aunt. Offered to use this light to hear
statements from prisoners who thought it may help their cases. She pointed out I
would have to allow the chance to all prisoners in all prisons if I was willing
to do that. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. I said yes and she said she would
pass the offer on to the Justice Department. That was months ago. I haven't
heard anything since. And I know several girls have said they're in on false
charges. Remember the day we met? Several girls said then they could have used a
light. But couldn't afford it. I understand there are now more Lights on this
planet, but the are still scarce, and lawyers are charging high for there use."
Tracy finished assembling the device. It consisted of a light on a stand
like a stand alone reading lamp. It was connected to a black box that contained
the transmitter that created the special signals that were sent through the
light into the subjects brain. There was a control box with switches and dials
used by the operator during the testing to ensure the Light was working
properly. After completing the tests on its circuitry. Tracy looked at Sarah.
"Mind if I try it on you? I know you have done this before..?"
"Sure."
Tracy set the light on its stand beside the chair and Sarah sat down. Tracy
strapped the sensor on Sarah's wrist that monitored her heart rate then switched
on the Light and Sarah was bathed in its purple glow. "OK. Tell me how much you
love prison life Sarah."
"I find prison life very enn...nnn... Living in Robinvale Prison is very
nn...nn... I find prison life OOO...." Sarah grinned at Tracy, "I guess its
working. I couldn't even say OK."
"I noticed. Fine thanks Sarah. Guess that should do it. Everything else
checks out too."
Tracy rapidly disassembled the Light and packed it back in its case. She
slid the case back under her bed and then drew the box with the remaining
equipment for the Discipline Strip.
"That's the winch that goes at the top?" queried Sarah.
"Looks like it. Fetch the ladder from the storeroom, please Love." Sarah
nodded and trotted out the door. She was back in five minutes and set up the
step-ladder in the required place. Tracy went up the ladder and snapped the arm
that held the winch and it's motor in place along with the angled supporting
bar. She then came down and collected the winch and motor which came in one unit
and took it up and set it in place, tightening the clamps securely. She then
plugged the short power cable into the provided socket in the wall and came
down. Picking up the remote control she pushed the 'Down' button and both girls
watched as the rope with its hook was lowered. They looked at each other.
"Ready to try it, Honey?"
"Oh! Yes."
Tracy produced the bar with shackles at each end and a ring in the centre
and Sarah held out her hands. She was soon secured to the winch rope by the ring
in the bar. "I'll only lift you just off the ground, Sarah. You only have to say
and I'll lower you at once. Ready?"
Sarah nodded and Tracy pushed the 'Up' button and Sarah's hands were slowly
pulled up. Tracy watched, enthralled at the sight of the naked Sarah as her arms
were stretched above her head, then she was slowly pulled off her feet. Tracy
pushed the 'Stop' button on the remote and Sarah hung suspended about ten
centre-metres off the floor. Sarah kicked her feet back and forward and grinned
at Tracy.
"This is good, Tracy, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Not yet, maybe," warned Tracy, "We'll wait a little while and see if that
changes with the arms." Tracy approached the suspended Sarah and slowly ran her
hands down Sarah's sides as she gazed at the girl. "You look beautiful, Honey,"
she said. Then she stepped aside and gestured at the mirror. "Look at what I
see."
"Wow! That's MEE."
"It sure is. How do the arms feel?"
"Fine so far. Ooohh."
Sarah smiled as Tracy returned to running her hands over Sarah's body,
slowly slipping a hand over a breast and pausing to roll a nipple between thumb
and forefinger. Then she was slowly covering Sarah's neck and breasts in kisses
and rolling both nipples. Then Tracy was slowly chewing and licking the pair of
beautiful nipples. Sarah gasped and moaned happily. She couldn't understand it.
*Why do I feel this is so right? I feel that my body should belong to Tracy to
do what she wants with. Why? Why does this all feel so RIGHT?*
Tracy had kissed and licked her way down to Sarah's belly-button before she
could recall where she and more importantly Sarah was. She gazed up at Sarah's
face. "How are your arms, Honey? Want to come down?"
"I can feel some strain, Tracy. I'm sorry," came the apologetic reply.
Tracy immediately sought the remote and pushed the 'Down' button. The winch
slowly began to lower its occupant. Sarah was soon on her feet. As her arms came
lower she winced as the blood returned to them. "Guess there has to be a price
to pay for fun and games," she smiled.
"If it hurts to much...."
"No. I like it actually, I don't know why I do but I do," assured Sarah,
"Perhaps it won't feel as bad with practice."
Tracy rubbed Sarah's arms as they came lower. Then she stopped the winch
and released Sarah's hands. "Sit and rest a while. I'll take the ladder back."
Sarah jumped at once. "No I'm the slave here," she said smiling, "I should
do that."
"If your sure your arms..."
"I'm sure." Sarah seized the stepladder and disappeared out the door. Tracy
set about clearing up the tools used to assemble the winch.
Tracy slipped an arm around Sarah as they approached the building. It was
the day of the trial and Sarah looked miserable. She insisted on carrying the
Truth Light, even though it was especially awkward for her since her hands were
chained as usual. As they and Aunt Freda (Aunt Elizabeth was hearing a case)
neared the door a voice hailed them.
"Hello there, Freda, Tracy, Sarah. How are you today?"
"Cousin Kerry," replied Tracy, surprised.
"Hello, Kerry, Good to see you. Are you involved in this case or another
one?" queried Aunt Freda.
"Your case actually. I was one of the arresting officers. You OK Sarah?"
Sarah smiled sadly at her, "I'm fine thanks. Has Mother and Susan arrived
yet?"
"Here they are now." Tracy and Sarah turned as a cab pulled up and out
stepped Wendy Dutton, Susan and their lawyer Stephen Jenkins. Sarah set down the
case holding the Light and ran to hug her mother and sister. Tracy (with the
Light), Aunt Freda and Kerry joined them. After introductions Stephen Jenkins
looked at the case Tracy carried curiously.
"Is that the Truth Light Ms Wilson?"
"Yes."
"This is going to be interesting. They are so rare I haven't worked with
one before. Is there anything I should know before we start?"
"Not really. It only affects the person being questioned of course. Just
remember to keep a record of the questions you ask and the answers given because
every question has to be asked twice. Once under each Light. It takes time, but
it is worth it in the long run. Once they became common on Nexus, court costs
went down somewhat because people realised the truth would out and more people
pleaded guilty and court time per case actually went down. Which meant court
backlogs were lessened. It didn't lessen the number of appeals any, though more
appeals were on severity of sentence, not guilt or innocence."
"I see. And how come you own a light yourself Ms Wilson?"
Tracy explained briefly about her family's demise on Nexus and her
subsequent move to Camelot. At the courthouse door all bags were checked and all
people had to go through a scanner. As they entered the courtroom Jenkins said
to Tracy, "You will sit with me please Ms. Wilson, since you will be setting up
the Light soon enough."
"Very well," replied Tracy. Tracy found herself sitting just behind Wendy
and Stephen Jenkins. Beside them sat George Harris, defence council to the other
defendants. Tracy could hear the snide remarks made by Harris as they waited.
The prosecuting council, Ms Taylor sat across from them.
The court was called to order and Justice Doris Vernan took her seat. Then
the defendants were brought into the defendants box. Tracy could see Wendy,
sitting in front of her, was nervous and tense. David Hawkins fixed his eyes on
her the minute he entered the defendants box and glared at her constantly. The
charges were read out and the defendants were required to state wether they were
guilty or not guilty. To the charges of Murder David Alfred Hawkins and Helen
Natilee Hawkins pleaded Guilty. To the charge of Robbery with Violence, David
Alfred Hawkins, Helen Natilee Hawkins, Samuel George Reading and Kevin John
Hawkins all pleaded Guilty.
To the charge of being an Accessory to a Robbery with Violence Wendy Alice
Dutton pleaded Guilty with Mitigating Circumstances. Wendy Alice Dutton pleaded
Not Guilty to Knowingly Conspiring to Commit a Violent Crime. Judge Vernon then
asked Wendy Dutton whether she wanted a jury trial or would accept the judges
decision guided by the Truth Lights. Jenkins replied for his client saying his
client would accept the Judge's decision. Judge Vernan informed the court that
the hearing would now concentrate on evidence in relation to Wendy Dutton's Not
Guilty and Guilty with Mitigating Circumstances pleas, after which she would
hear summarisation from each counsel and announce sentences.
Wendy Dutton was called to the Witness Box. The Judge announced to the
Court that she would be giving her testimony under Truth Light. Tracy was called
to set up the Light. She came forward and quickly assembled her Light. She
strapped the sensor on Wendy's wrist and switched the Light on. Wendy Dutton was
bathed in its purple glow. Her lawyer Stephen Jenkins began questioning her,
identifying her and confirming that she had worked for the Bank in a position of
trust for many years. She described how a few months after her husband had died
she met and subsequently married David Alfred Hawkins and had been his wife for
a year and that the marriage had since been ended. He went on to question her on
life with David (Alfred) Hawkins, what the subject of their conversations were
over the months after the marriage and how David Hawkins, who insisted on being
known as 'Alfred', would constantly question her on her job at the bank and how
he gradually gained a full knowledge of her knowledge of the Bank's security
system.
"Was David Hawkins able to gain a full understanding of the bank's security
system from you?"
"No. I didn't have any of the necessary codes used by the second team and
they didn't have any of mine. Members of both teams were required to be present
to open the main security doors and gates."
"Did you explain this to David Hawkins?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"He never asked. I never thought to tell him. I thought he was just showing
interest in me."
"You had no knowledge of his plans or intentions."
"No."
Continuing on, Jenkins questioned her on the relationship between David
Hawkins and her children, this bringing out Sarah's story and Hawkins refusal to
obtain a Truth Light for Sarah's trial, which Wendy now saw as his way of
'getting rid' of Sarah so she could not hamper his plans. Under Jenkins
questions, Wendy described life in the house with Hawkins, his sister and
brother's constant visits and her horror when she had discovered, after the
robbery attempt, of Hawkins sexual molestation of Susan. He also brought out the
fact that Wendy Dutton no longer owned the home she and her first husband had
worked for twenty years to pay for, how David Hawkins had made her sign mortgage
papers on the house and now the bank was claiming the house. Jenkins explained
to the court that it was now clear that Hawkins had used some of the money to
purchase the equipment used in the break-in. The rest had been gambolled away.
After he had finished, Wendy had to face questions from the Prosecutor. However
Ms Taylor simply emphasised that Wendy COULD have known about the plans for the
robbery, but it was shown by the Truth Light that she had not. When she had
finished George Harris, The defence council to the rest of the defendants,
faced her.
"Ms Dutton I put it to you that not only did you know of the raid but
actually suggested it to my innocent client. I suggest to you that you did know
about the intentions because you planned it yourself and only involved my
clients when you realised you could not do it alone. That is why you set out to
seduce my client David Hawkins and his sister. After all it was not the first
time your family was involved in crime was it? Your eldest daughter is a
murderer. Just how did your first husband die Ms Dutton? I understand it was put
down to heart failure. His body has been cremated hasn't it? Fortunate for you
it can't be examined for poisons isn't it?"
"NO. NO. NO." screamed a distraught Wendy Dutton. From where she monitored
the Light, Tracy could see there was no attempt on Wendy's part to fight the
Light. She was speaking the truth.
Wendy Dutton burst into tears as Harris fired his questions at her. Jenkins
leapt up and demanded the questions stop. Judge Vernon called the court to order
and told Harris to calm his questions down. Wendy Dutton struggled to get her
emotions under control. Harris said he had no further questions.
"Very well, we will recess for 15 minutes after which the questions will be
repeated under Prosecutors Truth Light. Court is recessed." Judge Vernan rose
and left the court-room. Tracy switched the Light off and removed the sensor
from Wendy's arm. She then proceeded to pack the Light back into its case. A
court official appeared carrying a already assembled Truth Light and set it in
place. Jenkins was speaking quietly to Wendy. who had now got herself back under
control. Tracy went back to her seat. She paused and sent a smile to Sarah who
was sitting with Aunt Freda. Tracy wondered if Kerry Davis was in the witness's
Waiting Room wondering if she and the other police officers involved in the case
will be needed to give evidence.
Fifteen minutes later court resumed. For the second time Jenkins led Wendy
Dutton through her evidence, carefully repeating his questions. Finally he was
finished and the Prosecutor then repeated her questions. After her George Harris
repeated his questions. At no time was there any indication that Wendy's words
were blocked, meaning the Light was satisfied she spoke the truth as she knew
it. Finally Harris was done and the Prosecutors Light was extinguished and
removed. Judge Vernon now called on counsels to give their summaries
Judge Vernon now summed up and announced the sentences. Each accused person
was required to rise as the Judge announced her sentence
"David Alfred Hawkins for the crime of Murder I sentence you to a life of
preputial servitude, the sentence to begin with 200 strokes of the lash. For the
crime of Breaking into and attempting to rob the Harris Street Branch of
National Bank and Robbery with Violence, I sentence you to forty years in
servitude, the sentences to be served consecutively." Hawkins sat down stony
faced.
"Helen Natilee Hawkins for the crime of murder I sentence you to a life of
perpetual servitude, the sentence to begin with 200 strokes of the lash. For
your part in the crime of breaking into the Harris Street branch of the National
Bank you are sentenced to forty years in servitude, the sentences to be served
consecutively." Helen Hawkins sat down white faced.
"Samuel George Reading for the crime of Wounding with Intent to Kill you
are sentenced to fifty years of servitude to begin with 100 strokes of the lash.
For your part in the crime of breaking into the Harris Street branch of the
National Bank you are sentenced to forty years in servitude, the sentences to be
served consecutively." Samuel Reading sat down shaking.
"Kevin John Hawkins, for the crime of Wounding with Intent to Kill you are
sentenced to fifty years of servitude to begin with 150 strokes of the lash. For
your part in the crime of breaking into the Harris Street branch of the National
Bank you are sentenced to forty years in servitude, the sentences to be served
consecutively." Kevin Hawkins tried to mimic his brother but his shaking knees
made it hard.
"Wendy Alice Dutton you pleaded Not Guilty to the charge of being an
Accessory to a Robbery with Violence. Since the Truth Lights showed you speak
the Truth when you say you knew nothing of the plans to rob your employer, I
therefore find you not guilty of that charge."
"To the charge of being an Accessory to a Robbery with Violence Wendy
Dutton you pleaded Guilty with Mitigating Circumstances. I sentence you to ten
years servitude with a non-parole period of seven years. You will also receive
thirty strokes of the lash. Court adjourned."
Tracy saw that as the Court stood in respect while the Judge rose and left
the court, Wendy Dutton hat collapsed back into her chair. Tracy looked round at
Sarah and saw that she was making her way to where her mother sat closely
followed by Susan. She arrived as prison officers came to collect Wendy. Sarah
threw her arms over her mother and hugged her tightly.
"It will be all right Mother. You'll cope, you'll see. It's only seven
years." said Sarah. Susan wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her,
sobbing. Aunt Freda came up to Tracy as the prison officers snapped handcuffs on
Wendy. Sarah lifted her arms over her mother's head and put them over Susan
instead. She drew Susan back so the prison officers could do their job.
"You will be able to see your mother tomorrow Susan," said Aunt Freda
quietly. She nodded to the prison officers, "Carry on."
"When will she be flogged?" asked Tracy quietly as she picked up the Light
in its case.
"Some time next week, I expect. Do you want to see it? You have already
seen floggings I know, but when it's a family member it's different. You don't
have to."
"Yes I do, please," said Sarah as they turned to leave, "I don't know why,
but I know I should be there."
"Me too," sniffed Susan.
As they neared Aunt Freda's car, Susan spoke again. "Mother never told me
what was to happen to me. Am I supposed to go to an orphanage or something?"
"No Susan. Your coming with us." replied Aunt Freda with a smile.
"I am?"
"She is. Aunt, that's wonderful of you." gasped Tracy.
"Oh! Thankyou so much Ms Philips," said Sarah a she hugged Susan.
They piled aboard the car and Aunt punched in a new destination. Then she
produced some papers and handed them to Susan. "Read these. Your old enough to
understand them."
After a moments silence, Susan said slowly, "I'm a bonded student. Bonded
to you M'am and your sister for the next five years."
"That's right. We are going to your place now to collect your luggage."
"Mum had it all packed but I thought it was because the Bank is taking the
house tomorrow anyway. Hawkins never made any repayments on the loan. Errr...
Does this mean I will have to wear a green chain?"
"Yes, that's right," replied Aunt Freda.
Susan was silent for the rest of the trip to her home. She looked at the
house as the car slowed and stopped. *My ex-home now. I wouldn't be sorry to
leave. Not after what happened.*
They collected the cases and boxes and headed for home. Tracy slipped an
arm round Sarah who lent into her shoulder contentedly. Susan, seated on the
other side of Sarah looked over Sarah's bowed head at Tracy and smiled. Sarah
however did not smile. Tracy saw a tear trickle down Sarah's cheek. Tracy
thought she could guess Sarah's thoughts. They would be for her Mother and her
destroyed family. Tracy sighed and wiped the tear away silently. There wasn't
much you could say to ease this situation.
They arrived home just after midday. Fiona had lunch ready and after
getting Susan and her luggage into her room, they settled down to enjoy the
meal. Susan was agog when she saw Sarah emerge naked from the room. she shared
with Tracy. "I'm a crim-slave, Susan. Tracy has me stay naked most of the time
when were home so I'm reminded of my status." she explained.
"Oh! errr.. Am I supposed to be naked to?"
"I don't know. You'll have to ask Ms Philips. I don't think so. You're not
a crim-slave."
Tracy who had heard the conversation, smiled gently. "Would you like to be
a slave, Susan? I remember you said you were interested in chains and dungeons"
"Hmmm.. That's right." said Sarah.
"I... I'm not sure," confessed a red faced Susan, "When I think of it -
especially if I imagine myself tied up and helpless I get funny tingles inside
and once I seemed to orgasm just because of thinking of what that would be like.
Am I stupid or something? I don't know what to think."
"Would you mind all that much if it turned out that you did like that sort
of thing Susan? its not as if it would prevent you having a good school and
career life. What you do at home is your affair no one else's you know."
"I understand."
"Tracy is right there Susan," said Aunt Freda from the end of the table,
"If you are interested in slavery then learn about it. It won't hurt to you
know. After you do know something of it you may change your mind. That's quite
all right too."
"I see," said Susan, who was still looking at the naked Sarah. Than she
turned to Tracy. "Tracy do you punish Sarah?"
"If she does something wrong. Sure."
"Do...do you whip her?"
"No I don't like the whip. It leaves nasty marks. I spank her with a paddle
if I use corporal punishment."
"How often do you have to spank her?"
"I've actually only spanked her once. Sarah is a good girl. Also since I
love her I'm probably more lenient than other handlers, especially those
'Satanists' ones at school. They are out to make their girls lives miserable.
I'm not."
"I see."
When they had finished eating, Aunt Freda looked at Susan. "Come here
child," she said, beckoning her to the end of the table. Susan rose and went to
her. "Kneel, Susan."
Susan stared at her in surprise. Then she saw the green chain Aunt Freda
was holding and understood. Slowly she sank onto her knees and knelt with her
back straight, her eyes fixed on Aunt Freda's. "Lift your hair up off your neck,
dear. That's right." Aunt Freda slipped the green chain round Susan's neck and
closed the lock. She showed Susan a key. "This will unlock that chain in five
years from now. For as long as that chain is on your neck you are part of our
family, Susan. I hope you will be happy here. However you will be expected to
obey orders from either myself, Elizabeth and Tracy. Tracy said earlier that she
rarely punishes Sarah. Sarah has been an obedient girl since she came here and
has rarely needed reprimanding. I hope you will be the same. HOLD it." Susan who
had started to rise, froze. "Did I tell you to stand?"
"N... no, M'am"
"Kneel, Susan." Susan resumed her kneeling position.
"This is your first day so I will not punish you this time. But remember in
future to be more self disciplined, Susan. While you are not a slave you are a
bond-woman, now. You must be properly courteous to your elders including Tracy
since you are not a totally free person now. Do you understand me Susan?"
"Not... not exactly, M'am." Tracy noticed that Susan's eyes were bright
with eagerness.
"I mean you must always be sure you are obeying orders, Susan. Tracy will
probably be the one to give you your instructions most of the time. If you fail
in some way she can discipline you. It doesn't have to be corporal discipline
either. She may chain you up for instance if you fail to obey. To prevent this
from happening you only have to obey orders, understand?"
"Yes M'am."
"Good. Now stand." Susan stood up.
"That's better. Tracy and Sarah will help you settle in. Now off you all
go." The three girls headed for the stairs.
Once in Tracy's room, Sarah went and stood quietly in her place, while
Susan questioned Tracy. "What was that all about? Did she mean you can punish
me?"
"Yes."
"Smack me, even?"
"If necessary, yes."
"Who decides if it's necessary?"
"I can." Tracy looked straight at Susan. "Or you can."
"I can! What do you mean?"
"You may do something which you afterwards realise you shouldn't have done.
You could then tell me and I will decide if you should be disciplined. Some
people may think such and act is only done by a person of honour. Others may
think it is only done by those who enjoy pain. It's for you to decide which one
you are."
"I see, I think."
"You will in time. We don't expect you to understand everything all at
once. Come on. We'll get your stuff unpacked." Tracy led the way into Susan's
room.
Susan gestured at the cases and boxes. "You understand this isn't all my
stuff. Sarah's and Mum's stuff is there as well and also a few family treasures
from when Dad was alive. Mum said I was to keep them for her. Is that all
right?"
"Yes. We'll take your mother's and Sarah's stuff down to the storeroom for
now though, since you won't be needing it. I see you bought your PC too. Good.
You can set it up tomorrow." replied Tracy.
After unpacking Susan's clothes they returned to Tracy's room. Sarah went
straight to her place and stood with her back to the wall. Tracy faced Susan.
"Susan, if you still don't understand Aunt Freda, understand this. When
you are in this room you are totally under my direction. When you are in your
own room you can move about that room as you wish, though you are required to
keep it tidy and still follow instructions. But in here you do what I say
without question. For instance stop slouching. Back straight, that's better. Now
go over to the wall and stand beside Sarah, with your back to the wall,
shoulders back. Go on. Move. Good that's better. Right. That is your place in
this room. Understand?"
"No. What do you mean 'my place in your room'?"
"Would you like to explain Sarah?"
"Tracy is saying that when you enter this room, which is her room, you will
have to follow her rules. If you are not here to do a certain task or carrying
something, then you are to come here and either stand or kneel here and wait
until Tracy is ready for you. Understand?"
"I think so," replied Susan slowly, "I can't move about in this room. Is
that it?"
"Right," replied Sarah, "If it helps, that rule applies to me to, which is
why I'm standing here. It simply means Tracy rules in her room. If you break
this rule without a good reason, you must expect to be disciplined."
"If you were a totally free person, Susan, you could apply the same rule in
your room. In fact you may eventually do so if you continue to live here after
your bond ends. This rule does not apply to my Aunts of cause as they, or at
least Aunt Freda, is responsible for the building as a whole. Anyway you will
soon see they rarely come in here and it is just as rare for me or Sarah to
enter their rooms. Is this clear to you?"
"I think so. May I ask a question."
"You may."
"What is this row of holes for and that thing up there with rope hanging
from it?"
"That is a Discipline Strip, Susan. Ever heard of them?"
"Yeees I have. First time I've seen one though. It's for tying up slaves,
isn't it? How does it work?"
"You put rings into the holes, like you see there, and then chain a slave
to the ring. You can set the rings at various heights to accommodate slaves of
various heights and also to able you to secure the slave in various ways. For
instance you can chose to secure the slave by the ankle or the wrist or the
neck. Or more than one of those. A ring is put in the strip at the right height
to enable you to do it."
Susan was staring at the row of holes, her eyes wide. She turned to Sarah.
"Has Tracy chained you...."
"Often," smiled Sarah, "It doesn't hurt you know. Just stops you from going
anywhere else."
"But I thought she loves you. How can she love you and do this to you?"
"The holes and chains are a means of control, Susan. Tracy has to be able
to control me because of the situation I'm in. Or perhaps I should say my
status. Believe me there are much worse Handlers in the school than Tracy.
You'll see them for yourself when school starts up again."
Susan moved closer to the wall and ran her hand over the series of holes.
"Is there a set of these holes in my room too?"
"Yes. But they're covered up at present."
"Are you going to chain me up to?"
"If necessary. As has already been said, Susan, you are not actually a
slave. You shouldn't need to be chained up. Why? Would you like to be chained to
the wall?"
Susan was silent for a moment, then, "Maybe. I don't know. This is all so
new and sudden. And..." Tears filled Susan's eyes and Sarah wrapped her arms
round her sister as she dissolved into sobs, her body shaking. Sarah gently
eased her down onto the floor and soon Susan was curled up in her sisters arms.
Tracy left them there knowing that right now that was the best thing to do.
Later after she had recovered Susan came over to where Tracy was curled up
on the bed, reading. She knelt down and looked at Tracy with red puffy eyes.
"Tracy, I'm sorry about that scene and being such a baby. In answer to your last
question, I think I would like to be chained. I have been having these dreams
lately of being chained up in a dungeon, hanging by my wrists and being whipped.
The idea scared me at first. But later when I went into the city to shop, I
started going and watching the criminals being flogged. I would get this strange
feeling that I should be the one being flogged. It was as if I knew I deserved
it. And yet I haven't done anything to deserve it that I know off. What wrong
with me?"
"Nothing at all, Susan," replied Tracy quietly, "Your growing up, maturing.
Especially your body. Its going through a lot of changes at this time of your
life. That effects the way you think to some extent. Only time will show whether
you are actually a true slave or submissive. If you like we can treat you as a
submissive here and see if you like it. We can stop it any time. But tell me,
can you remember what you had been doing when you started to have these ideas or
dreams? Also, is it only in the last year these ideas appeared or did they start
earlier?"
Susan frowned thoughtfully. "I think it was a few months after Mum married
Hawkins. Yes. It was when I started to feel scared of how he was looking at me."
Susan sat back on her heals, head bowed, staring down at the floor. "Then when
he forced me to... to service him, I felt so dirty. But then I began to feel
that it was all I was good for. That I should be his slave serving him in that
way. That was when I started to have these dreams." Susan looked at Tracy and
then over at Sarah who was kneeling in her place, a horrified look on her face
as she listened to Susan speak to Tracy. Susan looked back up at Tracy, "Am I a
natural slave, then Tracy?" she whispered.
"Not necessarily, Susan," replied Tracy, "From what you've just said it
could actually have been simply your mind trying to defend itself from the shock
of what you were being forced to do. There are articles about people who have
been in similar situations to yours and they actually learnt to accept and even
like it. They become convinced that it was the right thing to do or that they
are only fit to be a slave and serve in whatever way their captors made them. I
think you may need some counselling. Then maybe you will be able to answer the
question as to whether you are a submissive."
"I see." Susan yawned and Tracy grinned.
"Guess it's time you headed for bed. You've had a big day."
"I guess so." Tracy lent forward and kissed Susan on the forehead.
"Goodnight Susan Sweet dreams. Like Sarah to tuck you in?"
"I, well." Susan blushed as Sarah came up to her and took her hand.
"Come on sis. Bedtimes." Sarah nodded to Tracy and led a willing Susan out
of the room. Tracy heard movements in the bathroom then silence. Shortly Sarah
returned and came over to Tracy and sat on the bed.
"Thanks for being so kind to her , Tracy. I hope she won't be a problem. It
was very good of your Aunts to do this."
Tracy slipped an arm round Sarah and squeezed her. "That's OK honey. This
is all so wrong. That kid has been through hell. I wasn't fooling about
counselling, either. She may well need that or help of some kind. Certainly more
help than I can give her. I'll speak with my Aunts tomorrow. But for now I think
it's bed for us too. What do you think?"
"I think yes," replied Sarah as Tracy drew her down onto the bed and
wrapped her arms around her.
The next morning found Tracy accompanying Sarah and Susan across the road
to Robinvale Prison. They were passed in and taken to the visitors room where
they sat down at a table with a metal grill across it and a single chair in the
cubicle opposite. After a short wait a warder escorted Wendy Dutton into the
room and into the chair opposite them. She now wore the same black tunic Sarah
wore and a brown collar round her neck. She looked rather wan to Tracy.
"Mother," Susan said eagerly, "Are you all right?" She stretched her hand
out and poked her fingers through the grill, but her mother made no attempt at
physical contact.
"No dear, I didn't sleep well last night," came the reply in a weary voice,
"How are you getting on in your new home?" Then to Sarah and Tracy. "Hello
Sarah. Good morning Ms Wilson. I hope Susan is not being any trouble."
"Why couldn't you sleep last night Mother?" asked Sarah, concern in her
voice.
"How could I," snapped Wendy Dutton, "I'm to be flogged next week. Thirty
strokes. How can I sleep thinking of that?"
"Think of the Hawkins, Mother," replied Sarah calmly, "It's 200 for them
remember. You will have it all over in one session, they will have to go there
four times. Have you spoken to Natilee since you arrived?"
"No. I haven't seen her and I don't want to. This is all her fault, her and
her brother. They've wrecked my life and put me in prison and now I going to be
publicly stripped and flogged and I didn't actually DO anything. And once the
flogging is over I'm to be leased out to only God knows who. A brothel probably
where I will have to serve men as a sex toy. I'll never live it down. How will I
get a job when it is all over? Seven years for loving the wrong man. and it's
called Justice. As if you going and getting yourself imprisoned wasn't enough,
Sarah. The neighbours quickly turned their noses up on me when that happened.
Qh! I don't know what I'll do."
Tracy listened to the tirade from Wendy Dutton with mounting irritation.
Not one word of concern about her children. No thanks for the use of the Truth
Light which had proved her innocence. She seemed to blame Sarah for getting
herself arrested, ignoring the rape of her youngest child which actually caused
it. What sort of mother was this Wendy Dutton? She obversely favoured Susan over
Sarah, although that wasn't strange since favouring the youngest was common
enough.. But this woman was clearly very self-centred, decided Tracy.
"Are you two still sure of this?" queried Tracy as they walked along the
street, "It is not to late to change your mind."
"Yes," replied Sarah.
"Yes," from Susan.
"OK. We will be in time I think. 10 AM, Aunt Freda said. Look there are
others here already."
"There's always a crowd, even if only a small one," replied Sarah, as they
turned into the park opposite the courthouse. "Do you want to stay back or get
up front where she may see you?"
"Up front," replied Susan.
"Yes," agreed Sarah.
"OK," said Tracy and they wormed there way through the small crowd to the
front. Just as they got there was a stir in the crowd as the prison van drew up.
The warders brought out the prisoners. The prisoners were made to strip. They
consisted of six men and two women. The men included David Hawkins and his
associates, the women were Wendy Dutton and Natilee Hawkins. The warders seized
four of the men and soon had them secured to the frame. Those waiting their turn
were made to kneel. Their hands were shackled behind them and they were chained
to the van by a chain from their necks.
One of the warders read out the charges and sentences, then the flogging
began. Wendy Dutton was obversely upset. She tried to get away and was pushed
onto her knees beside Natilee Hawkins who seemed to be able to face her fate
calmly. Tracy actually saw when Wendy Dutton spotted her children in the front
row of the crowd. A look of horror which quickly changed to anger and then shame
came over face, and her head was lowered. Natilee also seemed to spot Sarah or
Susan and said something to Wendy who nodded. One of the men being flogged was
David Hawkins. Tracy noticed Natilee Hawkins was watching her brother as he
received his fifty strokes. He screamed as loudly as the other men had as he
received his fifty strokes. When his flogging ceased David Hawkins sagged in
his chains groaning and sobbing. Natilee Hawkins watched on anxiously as her
brother was released and marched back to the van. The next four were released
from the van and marched up to the frame. Natilee Hawkins went calmly while
Wendy Dutton screamed "NO NO" as she was dragged up to the frame and secured,
her hands over her head and her ankles apart. Sarah and Susan were standing
right behind where their mother was secured. The flogging began on the other
side of the frame with the two men. Wendy Dutton pulled at her shackles and
screamed "NO PLEASE NO". Natilee Hawkins stood stoically waiting her punishment.
When it was Natilee's turn Wendy stopped screaming and said, "Now you are
going to get your deserts, girl. I hope you suffer for what you did to me."
Natilee didn't reply. She took the first two strokes in silence then she began
to sob and groan. The red marks of the lash began at her shoulders and went
slowly down her back then the buttocks, finishing finally on her thighs. She
sagged in her chains sobbing quietly as the warder moved on to Wendy. Wendy
began screaming again when she realised her turn had come. "NO PLEASE NO" she
screamed, to no avail. The flogger began on her shoulders and started down her
back. As her sentence was only 30 strokes he ended his work on her buttocks.
Wendy was screaming and writhing with the pain and sagged in her chains until
she was released and returned to the prison van.
Tracy noticed both Sarah and Susan were weeping softly by the time Wendy's
flogging was completed. She put an arm round each and steered them away. She
guided them over to a seat and they sat down. "It was worse than I thought."
said Sarah with a sigh. "Sorry we mixed you up in this Tracy."
"That's OK."
Suisan sagged against Tracy, resting her head on Tracy's shoulder. She
stopped weeping but just stared ahead of her and said nothing for a time. Then,
"What will happen to Mother now she has had her flogging?" she asked quietly.
"As I understand it," replied Tracy, "She is allowed a few days to recover
then the availability of her lease is announced. Probably by next Monday. But I
could be wrong." Tracy turned to Sarah. "Are you OK, Honey?"
Sarah sighed, "I guess so. You know Mother hasn't been very good to me.
Especially after my arrest. She was so eager to catch David Hawkins she ignored
my situation as much as possible. You remember Tracy how she reacted when I
asked her to send me a pair of jeans?"
"Yes, I remember."
"You heard her when we visited her in Robinvale. All she could talk about
was how her life had been affected. Not once has she asked how I am getting on
or how Susan is settling in with your Aunts. She has become more and more
self-centred. I remember now how proud she was about her position at the bank.
How she would speak of herself as a 'security chief' and the sort of authority
she had. She is obversely missing that now. I wonder how she will cope with her
change in status from a 'chief' to a 'slave', if you get my meaning."
Susan said slowly, "I know this sounds hard but maybe the change will do
her good in the long run. Maybe being a slave for a time will end her
self-centeredness, make her more modest. Her sentence is only seven years
maximum. She is what? Forty years old? After her release she will still only be
forty-seven, with up to two hundred and fifty years to go thanks to Long-Life
Serum. She could still start over and have a good life if she wanted to couldn't
she?"
"I don't see why not," agreed Tracy, "She will have her daughters to help
her when she is released, wont she?" Susan and Sarah smiled wanly at Tracy, then
they rose and headed home.
The next morning Tracy Sarah and Susan were at the Prison gate when it
opened for visitors. They were taken into the visitors room and after a short
delay, a very stiffly moving and pained looking Wendy Dutton was escorted into
the opposite cubicle and slowly sat down her face wincing in pain.
"How are you feeling Mother?" from a subdued Susan.
"How do you think I feel," snapped her mother, "I hurt all over, that's how
I feel. I saw you there yesterday. Did you enjoy watching me being flogged?"
"Mother!" gasped Sarah.
"We were there to show you we supported you and love you, Mummy," protested
Susan.
"Then you did it in a very bad way," snapped Wendy Dutton, "How do you
think I felt knowing my children are watching their mother publicly stripped,
chained to a frame and flogged. Did you enjoy the show?"
"No, Mother. Nor do I enjoy the fact that my Mother still hasn't been able
to realise why it all happened," said Sarah, "I think we might as well go,
people. Prisoners are allowed one com-call a week, Mother. When you have
realised why it all happened, call us. Good-bye, Mother."
By the time they reached the gate, both Sarah and Susan were sobbing
softly, tears trickling slowly down their faces. Tracy tried to cheer them up
with an offer of a trip to the theatre, but it had no effect. It took the rest
of the day for the girls to get over their misery.
The next day Susan followed Sarah and Tracy into Tracy's room after
breakfast. Plans to go shopping we on hold as it was raining heavily. Susan
followed Sarah over to Sarah's 'place' and knelt gazing around the room. Finally
she nudged Sarah and pointed upwards. "What's that for?"
"That's a winch Tracy uses to suspend me."
"Suspend you?"
"You've heard that term haven't you?"
"Yes. But I thought it meant to stop or halt something."
"It also means to suspend or hang a slave off the ground usually from their
wrists as a form of discipline. Sometimes that is all that is done but often the
slave is then whipped or tortured in some other way if the owner so wishes."
"Tracy has done that to you?"
"A few times. The winch has only recently been put up."
"I thought Tracy loves you. How can she do that to you if she loves you?"
"Tracy didn't force me to do it. I was curious and agreed to try it. She is
very careful with me Susan. She knows I'm not into pain or humiliation. She
would never deliberately hurt me. She hoisted me of the ground by the wrists and
I found I didn't mind it all that much. Tracy only had me up for a short time
because we didn't know how much strain my arms would take. There is no actual
pain, I found, during the suspension, but when your down again you get pain in
your arms as the blood returns to them."
"What's the debate, people?" Tracy had come in from the bathroom as Sarah
finished speaking.
"Susan has just noticed the winch." replied Sarah.
"Ahh. Interested, Susan?"
"Yes. I've never seen some-one suspended before."
"You interested in seeing Sarah hoisted up or being hoisted yourself? I
remember you saying you were interested in dungeons, chains and whips. Are you
interested enough to try it yourself or just watch others? Sarah looks really
beautiful suspended."
"Does she? Could I see her suspended."
Tracy slipped an arm around the kneeling Sarah's shoulders. "Shall we show
your sister how you look Sarah?"
Sarah smiled up at Tracy. "OK."
Tracy looked at Susan thoughtfully. "However Susan I think you should be
into this more. If you want to see Sarah hanging naked from the winch I think
you should be in chains yourself. What do you think, Sarah?"
"Hmm... Yes. She should consider it her ticket to the show." replied Sarah
joining in the game.
"Why should I be wearing chains?"
"You said you were interested in slavery and chains. I remember you said
you had had dreams about it. Now you can start to find out about it. We don't
have a dungeon here but there are some chains. Ever been chained up Susan?"
"N.. No," replied Susan slowly.
"OK. Time you found out about chains. I'm really only suggesting handcuffs.
Well?"
"OK."
Tracy produced a pair of handcuffs. "Hold out your hands Susan."
Susan stared at the handcuffs for a long silent moment, then slowly held
out her hands. Tracy snapped them on. "Good girl. See they don't hurt do they?"
"No. I guess not."
Tracy brought out the remote control and lowered the rope. Sarah held out
her hands and Tracy fastened the shackles on her wrists. Then Tracy pushed the
'up' button and Sarah's arms were pulled up. Soon Sarah was off the floor and
rising steadily. Tracy halted the winch when Sarah's feet were a foot off the
floor.
"There. Doesn't she look beautiful, Susan?"
"Yesss.. Oh. Yes," enthused Susan, staring up at her sister, "She sure does
I love the way pulling her arms high over her head makes her breasts become high
and round." Susan reached out her cuffed hands to touch Sarah's leg. Tracy
joined her, slowly running her hands up the back of Sarah's legs and up to her
buttocks which she proceeded to squeeze and kneed slowly. Then she reached
higher and traced her fingers in circular motions around Sarah's back. Susan was
sliding her hands up the front of Sarah's legs and up higher. Tracy watched to
see if Susan would do anything else, but the youngster ignored the unprotected
pussy and slowly tickled Sarah's taught tummy. Then she stepped back and admired
the view again. Sarah, Tracy saw, was smiling happily at the attention she was
getting.
"Turn round Susan look at the mirror. See the beautiful picture your sister
makes."
"Oh. She does to."
Tracy looked up at Sarah and winked. "Want to try the winch yourself,
Susan?"
"ERR... Yes, please."
"OK." Tracy pushed the 'down' button on the remote. After releasing Sarah
from the winch, Tracy slipped the winch's hook under Susan's cuffs and pushed
the 'up' button. Susan was soon off the floor. Susan gasped as her arms took the
full load of her weight for the first time. Tracy halted the winch with Susan's
feet a foot of the floor.
"How does it feel?"
Susan's face was ecstatic. "Oh This is great" She looked at Tracy. "I'm
totally under you control, now, aren't I?"
Tracy smiled. Susan was certainly into control. "Totally. I can do anything
I want with you. See?" Tracy reached up, slipped her hand under Susan's t-shirt
and tickled her belly-button.
Susan giggled. "Don't. That tickles."
Tracy decided to press the control point further. "Susan, I decide what
happens to you now. See." Tracy tickled Susan's tummy again, "Now say, 'Miss
Tracy can do whatever she wants with me.' Go on, say it."
Susan stared at Tracy for a moment then, "Miss Tracy can do whatever she
wants with me. And you can to Tracy. I want to be your slave too. Like Sarah.
Please."
Tracy looked at Sarah who was clearly as surprised as Tracy was. "Well
Susan if you mean that, Fine. But you realise you are legally to young to really
be a slave at the moment. Also we'll let you think it over before you commit
yourself, in case it is the excitement of the situation that is talking."
" I'm 14 Tracy, and I do know what you mean. Your talking about the sexual
part of slavery, aren't you? I understand that. Couldn't you sort of start
training me without the sex?"
"If you truly mean that Susan, then I suppose we could. But I will let you
sleep on it before you make a decision." Tracy pushed the 'down' button to bring
the girl down.
Tracy sat down in her chair. "Sarah come kneel beside me here. Now Susan on
your knees facing me. Put your hands on your head. That's right. No tell us why
you suddenly feel you should be a slave."
Susan knelt as directed, facing the seated Tracy and the kneeling Sarah,
her hands on her head. "Actually it's not a sudden idea at all, Mistress Tracy.
It has been b building up in me for a year or more. From about the time Mum
married that... that... monster Hawkins. During the time he courted her I could
sense there was something wrong about him but I couldn't tell what. The more she
became interested with him the more I didn't like him. Sarah was the same I
think. (Sarah nodded "True enough") Mother ignored both of us more and more -
she seemed to forget we were in the house at times. Would you believe we
(gesturing at Sarah) were only told of the wedding date A WEEK after the date
was set? Her own children weren't told they were to have a new father. That and
other things, including the way Hawkins and his sister were obversely using Mum
and our things for their own, made me feel unwanted, as if I didn't count for
anything. Then there was Sarah's trial and Hawkins refusing get her a Light. It
was clear he wanted her and me out of the way. Mum wouldn't listen when I tried
to tell her this. She didn't want me or Sarah around either. She didn't push
hard for the Light for Sarah, didn't offer to pay for the Light herself -
remember she was working in a well paying job, the house was paid for and we
had, then, no heavy debts - she could have but when Hawkins said no she just
went along with him. She didn't care about Sarah or me and I think that made me
wonder whether I was of any importance at all. Later this feeling came clearer
when Hawkins forced me to service him. I hated doing what I did for him yet I
thought I wasn't fit for anything else. This confirmed to me I should be a
slave."
"If that's the case Susan you may actually be simply reacting from the way
you have been treated. You may not be a 'natural slave' at all. Perhaps after a
few months you may feel differently. Do you want to put it off for a few months
and just live normally until we see if you still have the same feelings? For
that matter, can you remember back to when your father was still alive. When
your family had none of the problems it has since had. Did you ever think of
slavery then?"
"I... I remember always thinking I should do as I'm told," replied Susan
thoughtfully, I was always the one to stay home and do whatever Mum or Dad
wanted. Sarah was the one who got into trouble over being out later than Dad
approved or wanting to go places. I always thought I should obey orders."
"True enough, Tracy," said Sarah, "Susan was always the quiet one, always
doing as she was told. If anyone got into trouble for not following orders it
was me."
"Well I still think you should see a counsellor before you commit yourself
fully Susan," said Tracy, "If we're told by a counsellor that you are by nature
a submissive and it is not a reaction from your treatment from the Hawkins, then
we will began your training. If it comes to it, at least we know where to get
you proper slave training if you are certain."
"You mean your cousins?" smiled Sarah.
"Yes. Susan, after you are certain and you finish school we can see if we
can get you proper slave training at Frederica's"
"That would be great." Susan's face lit up eagerly.
"For now though we will go slowly until we know for sure, Susan. There is
nothing wrong with being interested in slavery, it's just that because of what
you have been through means we have to be certain. There is nothing wrong with
changing your mind and I don't want you giving up that chance to do that to
early. OK?"
"OK," Susan clearly wasn't happy with the decision but knew she wouldn't
get a different one.
That night Aunt Freda made an announcement at dinner. "Some of you may be
aware of this, but Fiona here is due to leave us at the end of this month. I am
bringing a new crim into here on Thursday to learn her way around. Fiona, she
will be your responsibility for the most part, you will have the authority to
direct her and punish her when needed."
"Yes, M'am," replied Fiona cheerfully. It would be nice to have another to
give the dirtier jobs too.
"The crims name is Wendy," continued Aunt Freda.
There was silence, then, "You mean," Sarah began.
"Mother?" finished Susan.
"Yes," replied Aunt Freda, "What do you think of that idea?"
"I ... I think it would be great," replied Sarah slowly, her mind spinning
with the realisation of what this would mean.
"She would be here as a crim-slave, won't she?" queried Susan slowly, her
mind also going over the meaning of this.
"Yes," replied Aunt Elizabeth quietly, "And that is how she will be
treated. Think you can do it?"
Susan and Sarah looked at each other. "YES", they replied together.
"By the way, Susan," said Aunt Elizabeth, "Had you forgotten you are down
to go to a camp next week?"
Susan's head spun round and stared at Aunt Elizabeth in surprise. "Camp?
What camp?" Then her face suddenly lit up. "Oh! You mean Camp Andromeda. Yes I
had forgotten, what with all that has happened. You mean I can still go? You
don't mind?"
"No Susan we don't mind a bit. It will probably do you some good to get
away from here and let yourself just BE yourself with others of your age. Anyway
start packing. I understand you were there last year?"
"Yes. I think Hawkins sent me off there to get rid of me for a while but it
was fun anyway. Thankyou for letting me go. I'll go start packing now." She shot
out the door and could be hears running up the stairs.
"Aunt Elizabeth, about that camp," said Tracy, "Would they have counsellors
there?"
"Yes they do. Why?"
Tracy explained about Susan's interest in being a slave. "I'm worried that
it may be a reaction from the way she was treated by Hawkins. Especially after
the way he forced her to 'service' him. If the counsellors there knew of this
perhaps they could see if she needs help."
"I'll get Susan an appointment to see a councellor before she leaves on the
camp and I'll send the camp a letter warning them of what Susan's been through,"
said Aunt Elizabeth.
On Thursday Tracy Susan and Sarah were waiting for Aunt Freda to bring the
new crim-slave. At mid-morning the door opened and Aunt Freda entered with Wendy
coming behind on a leash attached to her brown collar. Wendy was dressed in the
usual black tunic and carried her extra clothing in a bag. She was clearly
surprised to see Susan and Sarah waiting for her. She had obversely forgotten
that her children lived with the prison governor and thought only that she would
be serving in the Governor's kitchen. Her eyes went even wider when she realised
Sarah was naked.
"On your knees Wendy," directed Aunt Freda, "Head down. Now I told you that
you will be serving as my housekeeper. Fiona here, will be your immediate
superior and she will be explaining your duties. She has three weeks to teach
you them then she leaves. I believe you have met these three. Understand this.
You now have no authority over your children, Wendy Dutton. You that right when
you failed as a mother. Is that clear?"
"But their my children." protested Wendy weakly.
"What right have you over us, Wendy?" snapped Sarah.
"Whose fault is it that we are in the situation we are in now?" added Susan
shortly.
"You're a failure as a Mother, crim-slave Wendy," added Sarah, "I think we
will have to make it clear where the authority is M'am. With your permission?"
Aunt Freda nodded.
"Strip, slave," barked Susan.
"I.. I'll do no...."
Sarah stepped forward and pushed Wendy's head down till her forehead was on
the floor. Then she put a hand under Wendy's buttocks and lifted them until they
were in position. She flicked thr prison tunic up and tugged the prison issue
panties down.
Susan then moved into position, the paddle high. "This will tell you who is
in control here, slave," she said. She swung
WACK. "AWWWW" howled Wendy
WACK "AWWWW" she screamed again. Susan and Sarah changed places
WACK "AWWWWWW NO NO PLEASE" howled the slave.
WACK "AWWWWWWW NO ..NO MERCY PLEASE," Sarah stepped back.
"That was to make it clear you are nothing here, slave," said Aunt Freda,
You take orders from slaves and if you fail to oey you will be punished by
slaves. Is that clear?"
???"yes"
"Yes what, slave?"
???"Yes mistress"
"Just you remember it, slave," said Sarah. Sarah turned and headed upstairs
followed by Susan. Tracy watched as Wendy Dutton's tear streaked face showed
first surprise at her children's attitude, then shame as she realised that
Susan's charge was right.
"On you feet, slave," snapped Fiona, "Come this way. Bring your bag."
Tracy waited until the kitchen door closed behind them then looked at Aunt
Freda, "I hope this works out."
"Yes. Well if it doesn't she can be leased out as usual. We'll see. I've
got to get back. See you tonight." Aunt Freda headed out the door.
A while after there was a tap on Tracy's door. Sarah opened it and Fiona
and a naked Wendy stood there. "My apologies for troubling you Miss Tracy, but I
am giving the new slave the Tour. Now this room, slave, belongs to Miss Tracy.
Her personal slave Sarah spends all her time with her also. You will be required
to clean and dust it regularly and change the bed sheets weekly. Don't touch the
things on the desk, Miss Tracy wants them left alone."
Wendy was again staring at her naked daughter as she held the door. Her
eyes were red from weeping. She looked away from her daughter. She said nothing.
"This way, slave," said Fiona as she led Wendy out of the room.
As soon as the door was shut Sarah turned to Tracy, tears in her eyes. "Are
we doing the right thing, Tracy?"
"I hope so, Sarah, I hope so."
Wendy began her service as a crim- slave that evening. When the household
assembled for dinner, Fiona had Wendy carry in some of the dishes. She was
clearly nervous and nearly dropped the tray. Sarah had to stop herself from
going to her aid. Wendy also spilt some coffee as she poured for Aunt Elizabeth.
Later when they were finishing up they heard Fiona, in the kitchen, order Wendy
to bend over and they all listened as six strokes of the cane were administered.
Sarah and Susan stared at each other, both with worried expressions.
"You must allow her to develop at her own pace girls," said Aunt Freda
softly.
Sarah swallowed, "I understand M'am. I just didn't think it would be so
hard," she replied softly, "If I may be excused?"
Aunt Freda nodded and Tracy led the way upstairs. Once there they looked at
each other. "I didn't think it would be so hard," said Susan, "I'm glad I leave
next week." Sarah slipped her arms round her sister and hugged her tightly.
"I understand," said Tracy gently, "She will be settled in by the time you
return. Think of it this way, your mother has to pay for her mistakes. She has
hit the bottom and she can only either stay there or climb back up. The choice
is hers." Sarah and Susan nodded.
The next Monday saw Susan depart for holiday camp. Tracy and Sarah resumed
their routine of exploring the Capital's parks and museums. Three days later
Aunt Elizabeth handed them a surprise. An invitation from Cousin Frederica.
"You have both been invited to spend two weeks on their Island. She says
you were interested in seeing it and now you can. What do you think You leave on
Saturday. ?"
"Wow!," That is nice of her. Are you and Aunt Freda coming too?"
"No we are both tied up with work at the moment. But don't worry Fred will
se you are OK and don't get lost. Just pack overnight bags, girls. You won't
need more. You will be given clothes when you arrive."
Tracy and Sarah went upstairs to pack their bags.
Part 7 - The Island.
