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CHAPTER FIVE
Whilst James and Becca were discovering the various 'delights' of their new home, a prominent resident of Brookdale, Greg Shunter, was making the intimate and, for her, painful acquaintance of a visitor to Brookdale, Miss Julie Jones.
Greg, who was Chief of Police in the township, was in a powerful position within the community, being one of the twelve aldermen who were the ruling group in Brookdale. In his position as Chief of Police, he was in charge of the force of twenty-five Wardens who kept law and order in the township and Julie Jones was a visitor, who was discovering, at first hand, just what law and order meant in Brookdale and what happened to those who fell foul of the system..
Earlier that day, Greg had received an email from the local judge for the area, Judge Joseph Williams and after opening the communication and reading the note, a sadistic smile crossed his features.
The email read:
"Dear Greg,
As you are aware, I have today sentenced a young woman by the name of Julie Jones found guilty of using false ID and fraudulent cheques to a period of Community Service in Brookdale. I feel that she may well be of interest to you for use in your household. If you wish, please contact Warden Graham at the jail and the woman; Julie Jones will be delivered to your home.
She has been made fully aware of her responsibilities to ensure your complete satisfaction, but I suspect still does not realise what this entails. She has been told the penalty for failure is a five-year tenure in the County jail, under the control of Governor Lila Betts. Any reluctance on her part should of course be dealt with swiftly, in the accepted fashion and without any restrictions. She has been sent for your service and pleasure and for her own punishment and torment."
Greg Shunter had considerable experience in dealing with women that had no choice but to submit, having been Chief of Police in Brookdale for the past fifteen years. He had grown used to being given `carte blanche' in his treatment of women like Julie Jones and she would be able to do nothing to prevent him exercising his particular pleasures. By being sentenced to Community Service she was in effect being committed to a life sentence of total slavery.
This was no fictional horror, but a reality were a woman is subject to the total and absolute dominance of men. No reprieve, just complete subservience in all aspects of her life, be it sexual use or simply hard labour.
At 11.0am that morning, Greg had telephoned the jail and spoke to Warden Graham.
"Have the woman, Julie Jones brought to my home, please." Shunter requested.
When she had agreed to 'Community Service Order' in place of the five-year sentence to the County jail for attempting to pay her hotel bill with a stolen credit card, Julie Jones didn't really know what she had been agreeing to. It wasn't until her arrival at the local jail in Brookdale that the details of her situation were revealed in their entirety and it was only later that she was informed that she was to be employed in the service of the residents of Brookdale. However she was as yet unaware that the 'service' should be classed more as slavery.
The Wardens had taken her from the Court room into a small side room where they placed a 2 inch wide black leather collar with 4 d-rings about her neck. Then similar leather cuffs were fixed around her wrists and ankles.
She was led to a cell by a leash attached to her collar and left to wait. Wait she did, for what seemed like hours. She was angry at being tricked into the agreement to complete Community Service and she was beginning to think maybe she should have just taken her chances with the County prison. After all, the embezzlement was her first offence and, at least she would not have to suffer the indignities she was going through at the present.
However, if Julie had made the acquaintance of Lila Betts, she would have not been so eager to undertake a five sentence in her care. Lila Betts ran a prison based on a regime of lesbian domination, where the inmates were simply exotic sexual playthings for the butch female guards to torment and abuse.
"Hind sight is easy," she mumbled.
At this initial stage, Julie paced in the 'cell' she in which she had been detained. Finally there was the sound of the door to the cell being unlocked and one of the wardens entered.
"It is about time someone come to let me out of here," snapped Julie, irritably.
The Warden smiled, "Shut up bitch. You better watch that sharp tongue of yours when you meet your Training Master."
With a fluid motion, the Warden snapped a leash to her collar and she was led from the cell with all the indignities of a leashed dog. During the short journey from the jail to Greg Shunter's home, in the back of an enclosed windowless van, Julie's lead to her collar and her hands were fixed to restraining fixtures in the van.
On arrival at the Shunter residence, Julie was released from the van and led to the front door of Greg's house, where the Warden knocked.
Hearing the knock, Shunter walked over and opened the door. His features lit up as he saw the good looking piece of woman flesh before him. Tasty is what she looked, 5 feet 8 inches tall, shoulder length red hair tied in a ponytail, whilst her white blouse and black skirt covered an enticing figure of 35-23-36 measurements. She stood with her wrists clipped together in front of her and the collar around her neck fastened to a leash that was held by the Warden Greg stood aside and watched the Warden lead Julie into his house.
Julie was led into the house and Greg instructed the Warden to take her down stairs into a basement room, "This was not supposed to happen to her. She was the one normally in control. She was the one that twisted men around her little finger." she thought.
Julie decided that she would not let them see her cry, and she would defy them and escape at the first opportunity. No one would keep her a prisoner for long.
"I know some important people. You will be sorry if you don't let me go. Do you know who my boyfriend is?" She said as if a threat.
Greg listened to Julie's threats with a jaundiced ear. ~ He had heard the same old pattern before, indignation, anger then uncertainty and by the time he was finished abject fear and terror. ~
"Listen and listen well, you noisy bitch. You are now, to all intents and purposes, a slave in the township of Brookdale. Now, you will shut your mouth, or I will have you gagged so that you can scarcely breathe. We are not interested in all your threats and they only serve to annoy me." Greg shouted into Julie's face as he gripped a hank of her hair in his fist.He allowed himself a mirthless smile as he noticed the beginnings of a trace of fear in her green eyes. However, this did not deter him from smashing the open palm of his other hand across Julie's face and then backhanded her, his knuckles biting into her soft cheek.
Without waiting any response from Julie, Greg dismissed the Warden and then took hold of the chain connected to the leather collar, and dragged Julie further into the basement room.
"I am going to have some fun with turning you into a sex slave, I can see that already." Greg informed Julie.
The pull on the collar chain almost made her fall but she regained her poise and followed as best she could. His words stung her and she forgot his earlier threat when she protested. "I am not going to be your sex slave or anyone else's, you fucking bastard. I am Julie Jones! I'm not a slave and you better get that through your thick head, you fucking dick!!!"
Hearing Julie's foul-mouthed curses, Greg stopped dead causing the stumbling girl to collide with him. He turned and, still holding the chain attached to her collar, he again struck her several hard blows across the face with his hand. Pulling the lead tight so that he looked down into Julie's reddened face that was only inches from his own, Greg gazed at her with contempt.
"My mother and father were married before I was born, so you will suffer greatly for that insult to their memory." Greg said in a quiet tone that belied the possibilities of the threat he had just made. He dragged the figure of Julie across the room and stood her just below a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Operating an electric hoist, he quickly lowered the chain, so that the end could be attached to the wrist restraints holding Julie's hands. Pressing a button on the electric hoist control, Greg shortened the chain until Julie's arms were forced up above her head and she was compelled to stand on her toes. The upward tension on her arms outlined her breasts which were covered by a bra and thin white blouse.
"I think the time has come to see more of the material that I have to work with," Greg informed the poor woman. "So we will start by getting rid of all this surplus clothing, as I wish to see you naked!!"
The resolve soon disappeared from Julie's fevered mind as she heard his threat. "You want to see me n. nak .. naked?" She dreaded this moment even though she knew it would eventually come. Men were all alike in their primitive desire to see a woman naked. Why should this ape be any different? The problem in Julie's mind was not the nudity. She had been seen naked by men. No, the problem was the sense of power this would give him over her. Naked would leave her with a tremendous sense of vulnerability. This she needed to prevent if she was to maintain psychologically strong in the face of this adversity.
"Please. Don't do this to me. I'll behave. I'll take back my words to you. Please, I beg you." Her sobs were becoming uncontrollable now as she pleaded with him to not strip her.
"But naked is the only state for a slave to be." Greg laughed. "Don't tell me that you have never been seen naked by men before! I suspect that you have been perfectly willing to display your charms to anyone in exchange for what you desired. So, we'll just get on with removing these clothes."
Watching Julie's efforts to relieve the pressure on her arms, Greg moved behind her out of her sight and gripped the zip at the top of her black dress. Pulling it slowly downwards, he revealed the smooth skin of her back that was bisected by the black strap of her demi-bra. Greg produced a knife and returning to face Julie again, he slowly inserted the knife blade under each of the shoulder straps of the bodice of the dress and cut each one allowing the top of the dress to fall around Julie's waist. With little delay, Greg then pushed the remains of the dress over Julie's hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in a black bra, matching thong and garter belt, that held up her black stockings.
Determined to see more of Julie's charms, he unclipped the fastener of the black bra and then, tantalising the poor woman, cut the shoulder straps so that the bra fell to the ground. Greg stood back and considered the sight before him of Julie tethered for his use and enjoyment. His hands reached out to grip her the soft mounds of her tits as they were thrust to him due to the position of Julie's arms. He kneaded and pulled at the full globes, pulling and twisting the nubs between his thumbs and index fingers.
"You have a fine pair of tits on you, woman." Greg said. "I'll warrant that they will swing and bounce well as you are fucked, and also when you feel the lash across their softness."
Julie's arms are beginning to really ache now. Oddly enough, so are the backs of her legs. She had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her arms from pulling on her shoulders and the position has caused a lot of pain in her calves. Every time she tried to lower onto her feet, the pain on her arms became too great. The only thing she could do was to try to remain motionless until the man came to his senses. Nobody got away with this kind of thing in the 21st century!
~ At least he seemed to stop before removing her panties. Was there still time to turn this around? ~
Greg secured her legs to fastenings in the floor that ensured that her ankles were kept 18 inches apart. Inserting the knife into the waistband of the thong and garter belt, he cut them and then slowly pulled the material from her body, revealing her naked before his eyes. As Julie's stockings lost their support, they slipped down her legs and Greg casually ripped them from around her ankles.
Greg picked up Julie's underwear and placed it upon a small tray situated on the top of a metal column, just a few feet away from Julie. "This is a little ceremony that I indulge in with each new slave to emphasise the change in her status from a free person to that of a slave girl, who is here to please and serve." Greg informed Julie.
Spraying the small pile of underclothing with petrol from a can of lighter fuel, he ignited the flammable material and stood watching it burn away until it was just a small pile of ashes.
"Those were the symbols of your freedom with which you were able to use to cover the intimate parts of your body. The fact that I have just removed them, and they have been destroyed in front of your own eyes will, I hope teach you that what you previously considered was yours to protect and conceal now belongs to your owners and trainers and will be available at all times for their use and enjoyment." Greg addressed the naked figure of Julie.
Tears filled her eyes as she watched her underwear go up in smoke. She heard his words but refused to believe them. "I have more where those came from, you bastard! I will escape from here and see you all behind bars for what you are doing to me." This brave, meaningless speech was delivered in a breaking voice. Her sobs were coming more frequently as she began to understand exactly how helpless she was. The only thing she had left was her dignity and will to resist, whilst her only hope was to show him that she would not bend to his will, no matter how much he hurt her. She wondered just how far Greg was prepared to go.
"Do not worry, woman you probably will never again have the opportunity to wear such garments." Greg informed Julie. Greg brought over a metal tray, on which was a previously prepared hypodermic syringe containing the same chemical as used by James and placed it on a table in front of Julie.
He then proceeded to advise Julie of the efficacy of the chemical contained in the syringe and its ability to heal and control. Her eyes widened as he approached with the needle but all she could manage was a soft keening. "Please don't," she pleaded with tears running down her face. Stripping her nude had made her feel so vulnerable to him, more so than the restraints. She again tried again to free herself from her bonds, but it was useless.
Julie shuddered to think why he might want to increase her pain threshold, what further tortures did this monster plan to inflict upon her?
Taking a firm grip on Julie's left breast Greg squeezed the soft globe until just the nipple projected through his fingers. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me!" Greg said laughing, as he inserted the needle about 2 inches deep into Julie's nub. Depressing the plunger, the chemical was injected into Julie's system, there to quickly do its work of altering her body's recovery time and also her mind's ability to revolt.
"We will give the injection a short time to begin to act, and then we will see how effective it is in raising your pain threshold." Greg said ominously. "You will find your future life as a sex slave demanding, as your Masters and Mistresses will wish to make use of your body in a variety of ways. Some will decide to make use of you sexually and these sessions may be for very long periods, thus stamina will be required. Others will simply want to torture your
naked body for their own amusement and enjoyment, and the increase in the acceptance of pain level will be extremely useful in that instance."
After a break of some 20 minutes, Greg said. "I will now see how effective the injection is by having the pleasure of administering your first flogging. Have you ever felt the whip on your naked body before?" Greg questioned Julie, as if he were enquiring if she had ever been on holiday.
"What??? A whip, No, no I have never been whipped!!!" Julie responded her voice full of horror at such a question.
"Well my dear, this will be an experience that I can assure you, you will never forget."
Taking a small cat-of-nine tails from a nearby rack, Greg swished the 18-inch long lengths of leather through the air, producing a low hum as the implement cut the stillness of the room.
"I think that we will start with 20 strokes across those ass cheeks of yours to begin with, and then maybe a few uppercuts to those lovely full breasts that seem to be begging for the caress of the strands." Greg took great delight in advising the naked woman of what was going to happen.
"Wait, please, please wait, I beg you!!!"" Julie cried, before he could start swinging. "Release me now and I will have the sex with you any way you prefer. I will do this lovingly to you and freely. Please. Release me."
As she spoke these words she felt herself getting sick. Could it be the d**g he had just pumped into her left teat? Whenever she thought of fighting back, an incapacitating nausea would overcome her. She wanted to throw up and she was also painfully aware of how open and vulnerable she was to this sadistic bastard.
Greg paused on hearing Julie's offer, the leather strands of the whip still swishing to and fro, ~ Now that was not an unusual proposition, but was the woman going to give up so soon? ~
"So you say that you will have sex with me and you will do it lovingly and freely?" Greg said. "But I can beat you with the whip, until eventually you will obey all my commands, and I can then have you however I want. So why should I consider your offer worthy of consideration?"
Without waiting for Julie's answer, Greg continued. "Not that I do not anticipate enjoying your charms, but I have a better idea. My sixteen year old son, William has just returned from boarding school and I am sure that he would be happy to take up your offer."
At first, Julie thought that she had misheard what Greg had said. A sixteen-year-old boy??? He was proposing to force her to allow a sixteen year old to have sex with her? Then, seeing Greg's unsmiling face, it dawned upon her that he was serious and that he was going to force her to allow a youth to take and use her for his pleasure.
It was then that Julie discovered that in the township of Brookdale, all females apart from those granted exemption and a licence, were subject to the control of all men. Thus, any male over the age of sixteen years had authority over any woman in the community, above the age of s*******n.
From the age of three, the resident's c***dren all lived and were schooled at two boarding schools situated some twenty-five miles from the town. Parents regularly visited their offspring and normal family units developed.
As they reached sixteen, the girls commenced an intensive training regime, which included the use of deep hypnosis techniques or a form of brainwashing, to teach them to be feminine and to realise that from the age of s*******n, they would be expected to be submissive to any men that they might encounter. In effect, they were trained to become fully obedient to all men. The training was always successful and they emerged from the school ready to serve and obey any male in authority over them.
During their last year at the school, the boys were schooled in the various aspects of male dominance. At the age of sixteen, the boys were allowed to return to the community and put into place the specialised instruction that they had received. When the girls reached s*******n, they also returned to the community to find employment and, by demonstrating the success of their submissive training and acceptance of their slavery, hopefully found a husband or even a Master to serve.
The females granted exemption were those individuals that had shown that they were capable of controlling others and, after passing stringent testing, they were granted a licence to acquire the status of a Domme.
The township was open to visitors, who were required to give an undertaking that they would fully observe and accept the unique byelaws and that any female visitors would obey fully the rules governing women.
The Wardens, who made regular patrols of the township, policed the byelaws of Brookdale. The Wardens had full authority to enter any home to ensure that the accepted practice of male domination was being observed. In the event of any visitors who did not accept the operation of the system, they were arrested on trumped-up charges and sentenced to spells of imprisonment in the local jail and any details of their visit expunged from the records.
Thus Julie would now find that she was in a new world, where her previous attitude that females should be treated as equal to males does not apply. She would learn quickly and possibly painfully, that her personal desires and wishes held no importance to the men of Brookdale.
Whilst James and Becca were discovering the various 'delights' of their new home, a prominent resident of Brookdale, Greg Shunter, was making the intimate and, for her, painful acquaintance of a visitor to Brookdale, Miss Julie Jones.
Greg, who was Chief of Police in the township, was in a powerful position within the community, being one of the twelve aldermen who were the ruling group in Brookdale. In his position as Chief of Police, he was in charge of the force of twenty-five Wardens who kept law and order in the township and Julie Jones was a visitor, who was discovering, at first hand, just what law and order meant in Brookdale and what happened to those who fell foul of the system..
Earlier that day, Greg had received an email from the local judge for the area, Judge Joseph Williams and after opening the communication and reading the note, a sadistic smile crossed his features.
The email read:
"Dear Greg,
As you are aware, I have today sentenced a young woman by the name of Julie Jones found guilty of using false ID and fraudulent cheques to a period of Community Service in Brookdale. I feel that she may well be of interest to you for use in your household. If you wish, please contact Warden Graham at the jail and the woman; Julie Jones will be delivered to your home.
She has been made fully aware of her responsibilities to ensure your complete satisfaction, but I suspect still does not realise what this entails. She has been told the penalty for failure is a five-year tenure in the County jail, under the control of Governor Lila Betts. Any reluctance on her part should of course be dealt with swiftly, in the accepted fashion and without any restrictions. She has been sent for your service and pleasure and for her own punishment and torment."
Greg Shunter had considerable experience in dealing with women that had no choice but to submit, having been Chief of Police in Brookdale for the past fifteen years. He had grown used to being given `carte blanche' in his treatment of women like Julie Jones and she would be able to do nothing to prevent him exercising his particular pleasures. By being sentenced to Community Service she was in effect being committed to a life sentence of total slavery.
This was no fictional horror, but a reality were a woman is subject to the total and absolute dominance of men. No reprieve, just complete subservience in all aspects of her life, be it sexual use or simply hard labour.
At 11.0am that morning, Greg had telephoned the jail and spoke to Warden Graham.
"Have the woman, Julie Jones brought to my home, please." Shunter requested.
When she had agreed to 'Community Service Order' in place of the five-year sentence to the County jail for attempting to pay her hotel bill with a stolen credit card, Julie Jones didn't really know what she had been agreeing to. It wasn't until her arrival at the local jail in Brookdale that the details of her situation were revealed in their entirety and it was only later that she was informed that she was to be employed in the service of the residents of Brookdale. However she was as yet unaware that the 'service' should be classed more as slavery.
The Wardens had taken her from the Court room into a small side room where they placed a 2 inch wide black leather collar with 4 d-rings about her neck. Then similar leather cuffs were fixed around her wrists and ankles.
She was led to a cell by a leash attached to her collar and left to wait. Wait she did, for what seemed like hours. She was angry at being tricked into the agreement to complete Community Service and she was beginning to think maybe she should have just taken her chances with the County prison. After all, the embezzlement was her first offence and, at least she would not have to suffer the indignities she was going through at the present.
However, if Julie had made the acquaintance of Lila Betts, she would have not been so eager to undertake a five sentence in her care. Lila Betts ran a prison based on a regime of lesbian domination, where the inmates were simply exotic sexual playthings for the butch female guards to torment and abuse.
"Hind sight is easy," she mumbled.
At this initial stage, Julie paced in the 'cell' she in which she had been detained. Finally there was the sound of the door to the cell being unlocked and one of the wardens entered.
"It is about time someone come to let me out of here," snapped Julie, irritably.
The Warden smiled, "Shut up bitch. You better watch that sharp tongue of yours when you meet your Training Master."
With a fluid motion, the Warden snapped a leash to her collar and she was led from the cell with all the indignities of a leashed dog. During the short journey from the jail to Greg Shunter's home, in the back of an enclosed windowless van, Julie's lead to her collar and her hands were fixed to restraining fixtures in the van.
On arrival at the Shunter residence, Julie was released from the van and led to the front door of Greg's house, where the Warden knocked.
Hearing the knock, Shunter walked over and opened the door. His features lit up as he saw the good looking piece of woman flesh before him. Tasty is what she looked, 5 feet 8 inches tall, shoulder length red hair tied in a ponytail, whilst her white blouse and black skirt covered an enticing figure of 35-23-36 measurements. She stood with her wrists clipped together in front of her and the collar around her neck fastened to a leash that was held by the Warden Greg stood aside and watched the Warden lead Julie into his house.
Julie was led into the house and Greg instructed the Warden to take her down stairs into a basement room, "This was not supposed to happen to her. She was the one normally in control. She was the one that twisted men around her little finger." she thought.
Julie decided that she would not let them see her cry, and she would defy them and escape at the first opportunity. No one would keep her a prisoner for long.
"I know some important people. You will be sorry if you don't let me go. Do you know who my boyfriend is?" She said as if a threat.
Greg listened to Julie's threats with a jaundiced ear. ~ He had heard the same old pattern before, indignation, anger then uncertainty and by the time he was finished abject fear and terror. ~
"Listen and listen well, you noisy bitch. You are now, to all intents and purposes, a slave in the township of Brookdale. Now, you will shut your mouth, or I will have you gagged so that you can scarcely breathe. We are not interested in all your threats and they only serve to annoy me." Greg shouted into Julie's face as he gripped a hank of her hair in his fist.He allowed himself a mirthless smile as he noticed the beginnings of a trace of fear in her green eyes. However, this did not deter him from smashing the open palm of his other hand across Julie's face and then backhanded her, his knuckles biting into her soft cheek.
Without waiting any response from Julie, Greg dismissed the Warden and then took hold of the chain connected to the leather collar, and dragged Julie further into the basement room.
"I am going to have some fun with turning you into a sex slave, I can see that already." Greg informed Julie.
The pull on the collar chain almost made her fall but she regained her poise and followed as best she could. His words stung her and she forgot his earlier threat when she protested. "I am not going to be your sex slave or anyone else's, you fucking bastard. I am Julie Jones! I'm not a slave and you better get that through your thick head, you fucking dick!!!"
Hearing Julie's foul-mouthed curses, Greg stopped dead causing the stumbling girl to collide with him. He turned and, still holding the chain attached to her collar, he again struck her several hard blows across the face with his hand. Pulling the lead tight so that he looked down into Julie's reddened face that was only inches from his own, Greg gazed at her with contempt.
"My mother and father were married before I was born, so you will suffer greatly for that insult to their memory." Greg said in a quiet tone that belied the possibilities of the threat he had just made. He dragged the figure of Julie across the room and stood her just below a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Operating an electric hoist, he quickly lowered the chain, so that the end could be attached to the wrist restraints holding Julie's hands. Pressing a button on the electric hoist control, Greg shortened the chain until Julie's arms were forced up above her head and she was compelled to stand on her toes. The upward tension on her arms outlined her breasts which were covered by a bra and thin white blouse.
"I think the time has come to see more of the material that I have to work with," Greg informed the poor woman. "So we will start by getting rid of all this surplus clothing, as I wish to see you naked!!"
The resolve soon disappeared from Julie's fevered mind as she heard his threat. "You want to see me n. nak .. naked?" She dreaded this moment even though she knew it would eventually come. Men were all alike in their primitive desire to see a woman naked. Why should this ape be any different? The problem in Julie's mind was not the nudity. She had been seen naked by men. No, the problem was the sense of power this would give him over her. Naked would leave her with a tremendous sense of vulnerability. This she needed to prevent if she was to maintain psychologically strong in the face of this adversity.
"Please. Don't do this to me. I'll behave. I'll take back my words to you. Please, I beg you." Her sobs were becoming uncontrollable now as she pleaded with him to not strip her.
"But naked is the only state for a slave to be." Greg laughed. "Don't tell me that you have never been seen naked by men before! I suspect that you have been perfectly willing to display your charms to anyone in exchange for what you desired. So, we'll just get on with removing these clothes."
Watching Julie's efforts to relieve the pressure on her arms, Greg moved behind her out of her sight and gripped the zip at the top of her black dress. Pulling it slowly downwards, he revealed the smooth skin of her back that was bisected by the black strap of her demi-bra. Greg produced a knife and returning to face Julie again, he slowly inserted the knife blade under each of the shoulder straps of the bodice of the dress and cut each one allowing the top of the dress to fall around Julie's waist. With little delay, Greg then pushed the remains of the dress over Julie's hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in a black bra, matching thong and garter belt, that held up her black stockings.
Determined to see more of Julie's charms, he unclipped the fastener of the black bra and then, tantalising the poor woman, cut the shoulder straps so that the bra fell to the ground. Greg stood back and considered the sight before him of Julie tethered for his use and enjoyment. His hands reached out to grip her the soft mounds of her tits as they were thrust to him due to the position of Julie's arms. He kneaded and pulled at the full globes, pulling and twisting the nubs between his thumbs and index fingers.
"You have a fine pair of tits on you, woman." Greg said. "I'll warrant that they will swing and bounce well as you are fucked, and also when you feel the lash across their softness."
Julie's arms are beginning to really ache now. Oddly enough, so are the backs of her legs. She had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her arms from pulling on her shoulders and the position has caused a lot of pain in her calves. Every time she tried to lower onto her feet, the pain on her arms became too great. The only thing she could do was to try to remain motionless until the man came to his senses. Nobody got away with this kind of thing in the 21st century!
~ At least he seemed to stop before removing her panties. Was there still time to turn this around? ~
Greg secured her legs to fastenings in the floor that ensured that her ankles were kept 18 inches apart. Inserting the knife into the waistband of the thong and garter belt, he cut them and then slowly pulled the material from her body, revealing her naked before his eyes. As Julie's stockings lost their support, they slipped down her legs and Greg casually ripped them from around her ankles.
Greg picked up Julie's underwear and placed it upon a small tray situated on the top of a metal column, just a few feet away from Julie. "This is a little ceremony that I indulge in with each new slave to emphasise the change in her status from a free person to that of a slave girl, who is here to please and serve." Greg informed Julie.
Spraying the small pile of underclothing with petrol from a can of lighter fuel, he ignited the flammable material and stood watching it burn away until it was just a small pile of ashes.
"Those were the symbols of your freedom with which you were able to use to cover the intimate parts of your body. The fact that I have just removed them, and they have been destroyed in front of your own eyes will, I hope teach you that what you previously considered was yours to protect and conceal now belongs to your owners and trainers and will be available at all times for their use and enjoyment." Greg addressed the naked figure of Julie.
Tears filled her eyes as she watched her underwear go up in smoke. She heard his words but refused to believe them. "I have more where those came from, you bastard! I will escape from here and see you all behind bars for what you are doing to me." This brave, meaningless speech was delivered in a breaking voice. Her sobs were coming more frequently as she began to understand exactly how helpless she was. The only thing she had left was her dignity and will to resist, whilst her only hope was to show him that she would not bend to his will, no matter how much he hurt her. She wondered just how far Greg was prepared to go.
"Do not worry, woman you probably will never again have the opportunity to wear such garments." Greg informed Julie. Greg brought over a metal tray, on which was a previously prepared hypodermic syringe containing the same chemical as used by James and placed it on a table in front of Julie.
He then proceeded to advise Julie of the efficacy of the chemical contained in the syringe and its ability to heal and control. Her eyes widened as he approached with the needle but all she could manage was a soft keening. "Please don't," she pleaded with tears running down her face. Stripping her nude had made her feel so vulnerable to him, more so than the restraints. She again tried again to free herself from her bonds, but it was useless.
Julie shuddered to think why he might want to increase her pain threshold, what further tortures did this monster plan to inflict upon her?
Taking a firm grip on Julie's left breast Greg squeezed the soft globe until just the nipple projected through his fingers. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me!" Greg said laughing, as he inserted the needle about 2 inches deep into Julie's nub. Depressing the plunger, the chemical was injected into Julie's system, there to quickly do its work of altering her body's recovery time and also her mind's ability to revolt.
"We will give the injection a short time to begin to act, and then we will see how effective it is in raising your pain threshold." Greg said ominously. "You will find your future life as a sex slave demanding, as your Masters and Mistresses will wish to make use of your body in a variety of ways. Some will decide to make use of you sexually and these sessions may be for very long periods, thus stamina will be required. Others will simply want to torture your
naked body for their own amusement and enjoyment, and the increase in the acceptance of pain level will be extremely useful in that instance."
After a break of some 20 minutes, Greg said. "I will now see how effective the injection is by having the pleasure of administering your first flogging. Have you ever felt the whip on your naked body before?" Greg questioned Julie, as if he were enquiring if she had ever been on holiday.
"What??? A whip, No, no I have never been whipped!!!" Julie responded her voice full of horror at such a question.
"Well my dear, this will be an experience that I can assure you, you will never forget."
Taking a small cat-of-nine tails from a nearby rack, Greg swished the 18-inch long lengths of leather through the air, producing a low hum as the implement cut the stillness of the room.
"I think that we will start with 20 strokes across those ass cheeks of yours to begin with, and then maybe a few uppercuts to those lovely full breasts that seem to be begging for the caress of the strands." Greg took great delight in advising the naked woman of what was going to happen.
"Wait, please, please wait, I beg you!!!"" Julie cried, before he could start swinging. "Release me now and I will have the sex with you any way you prefer. I will do this lovingly to you and freely. Please. Release me."
As she spoke these words she felt herself getting sick. Could it be the d**g he had just pumped into her left teat? Whenever she thought of fighting back, an incapacitating nausea would overcome her. She wanted to throw up and she was also painfully aware of how open and vulnerable she was to this sadistic bastard.
Greg paused on hearing Julie's offer, the leather strands of the whip still swishing to and fro, ~ Now that was not an unusual proposition, but was the woman going to give up so soon? ~
"So you say that you will have sex with me and you will do it lovingly and freely?" Greg said. "But I can beat you with the whip, until eventually you will obey all my commands, and I can then have you however I want. So why should I consider your offer worthy of consideration?"
Without waiting for Julie's answer, Greg continued. "Not that I do not anticipate enjoying your charms, but I have a better idea. My sixteen year old son, William has just returned from boarding school and I am sure that he would be happy to take up your offer."
At first, Julie thought that she had misheard what Greg had said. A sixteen-year-old boy??? He was proposing to force her to allow a sixteen year old to have sex with her? Then, seeing Greg's unsmiling face, it dawned upon her that he was serious and that he was going to force her to allow a youth to take and use her for his pleasure.
It was then that Julie discovered that in the township of Brookdale, all females apart from those granted exemption and a licence, were subject to the control of all men. Thus, any male over the age of sixteen years had authority over any woman in the community, above the age of s*******n.
From the age of three, the resident's c***dren all lived and were schooled at two boarding schools situated some twenty-five miles from the town. Parents regularly visited their offspring and normal family units developed.
As they reached sixteen, the girls commenced an intensive training regime, which included the use of deep hypnosis techniques or a form of brainwashing, to teach them to be feminine and to realise that from the age of s*******n, they would be expected to be submissive to any men that they might encounter. In effect, they were trained to become fully obedient to all men. The training was always successful and they emerged from the school ready to serve and obey any male in authority over them.
During their last year at the school, the boys were schooled in the various aspects of male dominance. At the age of sixteen, the boys were allowed to return to the community and put into place the specialised instruction that they had received. When the girls reached s*******n, they also returned to the community to find employment and, by demonstrating the success of their submissive training and acceptance of their slavery, hopefully found a husband or even a Master to serve.
The females granted exemption were those individuals that had shown that they were capable of controlling others and, after passing stringent testing, they were granted a licence to acquire the status of a Domme.
The township was open to visitors, who were required to give an undertaking that they would fully observe and accept the unique byelaws and that any female visitors would obey fully the rules governing women.
The Wardens, who made regular patrols of the township, policed the byelaws of Brookdale. The Wardens had full authority to enter any home to ensure that the accepted practice of male domination was being observed. In the event of any visitors who did not accept the operation of the system, they were arrested on trumped-up charges and sentenced to spells of imprisonment in the local jail and any details of their visit expunged from the records.
Thus Julie would now find that she was in a new world, where her previous attitude that females should be treated as equal to males does not apply. She would learn quickly and possibly painfully, that her personal desires and wishes held no importance to the men of Brookdale.
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