CHAPTER ONE

Janina stretched luxuriously on her bed. She was naked and on top of it, for it was a very warm morning. It had been a lovely evening, she thought, though a little exhausting. First, dinner and champagne, then the Casino. She had actually won quite a lot. Then back to Hirondelles. They had gone to bed after midnight but Ira soon joined her. As a result, there was a delicious hour of fun and games before they were slaked and ready to sleep. Janina stretched out an arm, but the cigarette box on the bedside table was just out of reach. Instead she picked up the small control box there, which looked like a TV control. She pressed button No 1.

This gave Celia (No 1 slave) a short electric shock from her collar and also activated the small transmitter fixed into it. Every slave wore a collar, waist band, wrist and ankle cuffs, with D rings, to make securement a simple matter. Each slave had her individual number.

“Come up to my bedroom,” ordered Janina. She had no idea where Celia was and didn’t care. She could, of course, have sent for Teresa but Janina loved having this mature, and once dignified, woman at her beck and call. Almost twice my age, she would often think. It could not be exactly pleasant for her. Janina smiled faintly. Well, one didn’t want it to be pleasant! Control, power over these captive women, was the headiest of wines.

Slaves didn’t have to knock and the door burst open with a sudden abruptness. Celia came rushing in, panting harshly, breasts swinging. She went down on her knees alongside Janina’s bed, put her nose to the carpet, and thrust up her hindquarters as high as she possibly could. It was the obligatory posture. Janina deigned to look down at the panting figure and saw that she was glistening wetly.

“Kneel up ...”

Celia did so, features slack, eyes partially glazed. Those big breasts heaved as Celia placed her hands on top of her head.

“Have you been swimming, slave?” enquired Janina.

“N-No ... hhhahh ... no ... M-Miss ...”

“What then? Why are you all wet?”

“I ... we are cleaning the pool, M-Miss.” Janina realised the wetness must be sweat.

“Pretty hot out there, eh?”

A look of despair passed over Celia’s face. “Y-Yer ... ess ... Miss ...”

“Still, you’ll lose a few pounds. That won’t do you any harm.”

“N-No, Miss ...” How nice to hear the woman agree! She had to, of course.

“Pass me that cigarette box,” said Janina. Celia stood and did so. She hated this young woman with every fibre of her being yet, not for one moment, dare she show it. “Light it.” Celia operated the lighter. “That’s all,” smiled Janina, puffing smoke into Celia’s face. “Get back to work. I’ll come down later and see how you are getting on.”

“Th-Thank ... you ... M-Miss ...” Celia scuttled out of the room, big bottom bouncing. It was a bottom Janina delighted using a heavy leather paddle on.

Janina had finished her cigarette and then took a leisurely shower. She put on a pair of briefs, a pair of shorts and a thin, crimson blouse. The minimum of clothing in that heat. She went out on to the balcony and it was like opening an oven door. Janina pressed the No 1 button. Nothing like needling our Celia, she thought.

“Slave, bring me up a glass of iced orange juice.”

Janina seated herself and flicked through a magazine. She saw a tall, haughty looking model gazing out who at once reminded her of Virginia Faversham. She’ll soon be here, she realised with a happy inner glow. It was going to be the greatest fun to have raw material to deal with. Hitherto, Janina had only dealt with trained slaves. She hoped Ira would let her play a full part in this transformation from freedom to servitude.

Celia came hurrying in again, first putting down the orange juice, then quickly adopting the posture. The woman was still panting, still soaked with sweat. Very understandably.

“Give it to me.” Celia got up and did so. She was trembling, not so much with fear as fatigue. “That’s all. Get out.” Janina grinned gleefully as Celia hurried off again. What a life, she reflected. Quite a change from queening it in the British Embassy!

A little later, Janina went down the broad staircase and out into the grounds, heading for the swimming pool. She carried a large parasol. There was. she saw, a table with an umbrella, and comfortable looking chairs at the pool-side. She sat down and looked into the pool. It was a rather remarkable sight.

There were six naked women scraping and scrubbing away at the green slime left at the bottom of the pool. All were as soaking wet as Celia had been; all were panting. It sounded just a little like a puffing steam train. Most looked right at the end of their tether, constantly drooping down, moaning with fatigue. The heat, she thought, must be truly awful. She wondered how long they had been there. Teresa, Kirsten and Miranda were all sobbing. Sandra, ex-games mistress and fittest of them all, seemed to be working best. Celia.s big bottom wobbled from side to side; so did that of Hilary, the vicar’s daughter. A very well made woman, in a biggish way, but not exactly to Janina’s taste. Jose and Manuel were absent, though it seemed more like men’s work than women’s.

There was a click of high heels. Janina turned to see a smiling Ira. “Good morning, darling, I hope you slept well,” she said.

“Like a top,” replied Janina. Ira was wearing a very light-weight pink trouser-suit. She peered into the pool. “Some of them seem to be getting a bit dehydrated.”

“That’s not surprising,” laughed Ira. “They’ve been there nearly two hours.” Janina could scarcely imagine what that must be like. “Still, it can be remedied.” Ira pressed her control panel. “Bring a fire hose,” she ordered. Within less than a couple of minutes, Jose arrived with a coiled fireman’s hose. He unrolled it and fastened it on to a hydrant at the end of the pool. Grinning happily, Ira picked up the hose and aimed in into the pool. “Turn on,” she said.

A powerful jet of water squirted into the pool. Actually, it squirted straight into Celia’s behind, sending her sprawling forward, squealing. Ira began to snake the nozzle from side to side, catching each woman in turn, sending them kicking and threshing under the fierce impact of the jet. The air was filled with gasps and cries. Also with Ira’s laughter. She was having a whale of a time ... and she kept at it for five minutes or more. By then, all the slaves were battered and bemused, unfit for anything. Finally the hose was turned off and they were ordered out. Some were so weak they couldn’t make it up the ladder and Jose was sent down to haul them out.

In due time, six slaves knelt before Ira and Janina. They were in a pitiful state. Drenched and dizzy from the pounding they had received; drained by their unremitting toil in the heat. Such was their distress that the features of many were almost unrecognisable.

“Not a bad morning’s work, girls,” smiled Ira. “You can finish off tomorrow. Two hours break ... and think yourselves lucky.”

Janina watched the six stagger and crawl out of sight. No group had ever more deserved a rest. “Pity,” she said, “now we won’t have any slaves to wait on us.”

“Oh yes we will; there’s Jose and Manuel.”

“Of course, I was forgetting.” Jose was instantly sent off to bring a bottle of Champagne.

“Nothing like iced Champagne on a hot morning,” said Ira, sipping.

“No ... nothing quite ...” She, too, sipped. “What’s the news on our Virginia?”

“Tomorrow. According to my agent.”

“That’s great. I can hardly wait.” Ira smiled at her understandingly.

“Yes, there’s nothing quite like breaking in.”

“I’ve never done it,” said Janina.

“Then you’re in for a treat. By the way, those two hulks you chose are coming over this afternoon.”

“Oh goodie!”

“Which one is going to be Teresa’s playmate?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. It seems selfish that she should have one all to herself. I reckon they should be given any or all of the slaves whenever we fancy.”

Ira mused briefly. “Yes, you’re probably right. Sure you don’t mind?”

“No, not at all. Teresa will get her fair share.” She smiled. “I don’t think she’s too keen on black cock meat.”

“I don’t imagine any of them are ...”

“Including Virginia.”

“You can say that again!” Ira clapped her hands. “Oh it’s going to be such fun! Shall we introduce the boys to them tonight?”

“Why not? Jose deferentially filled the glasses and stood back. Both he and Manuel acted as studs once a week. Now it looked as if there were going to be some competition. He shrugged mentally. He would have given an arm to be able to thrash this sexy, young Janina near senseless then fuck the arse off her.

Ira and Janina had Manuel bring them a light luncheon, still at the pool-side. They both felt lazy and relaxed, not in the mood for tennis or clay pigeons. The pool would have been nice but it was empty. So they spent most of the afternoon chatting or reading. Most pleasant.

At around 4.30 pm, Janina pressed button No 7, Teresa’s button. Janina twiddled her toes as her slave came running to the pool-side. Up came that curvaceous young bottom, down went the nose.

“Recovered have we?” enquired Janina.

“I ... I ... think so, Mistress,” answered Teresa.

“I hope so, because I’ve got a treat for you tonight. Like to know what it is?”

“If you wish me to, Mistress.”

“Kneel up, I want to look at you.” Teresa knelt erect. Though her own breasts were good, Janina always rather envied Teresa’s. They were high and firm, round as apples. “The treat is,” said Janina. “That I’ve got a nice young coloured gentleman for you to play with.”

Teresa’s eyes widened, her features twitched. A small tic pulsated in one cheek. She recalled the hideous sexual games Janina had played with her when she had been at Los Limitas. Utterly degrading. Utterly revolting.

“Yes, Mistress,” she made herself say.

“Nothing else to say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Janina smiled.

“That’s better. I may as well tell you, he’s got a really large cock on him. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy it.” Janina saw Teresa’s features twitch even more convulsively. “Then there’s another, even darker gentleman, you may be permitted to play with. Still, one thing at a time, eh?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Teresa had become completely subservient. She knew that anything less would result in pain.

“Alright, off you go now. I’ll tell you when I want you.”

Teresa stood and hurried away and Janina watched. She also rather envied Teresa’s bottom which was not large and most superbly shaped. Quite an attraction for any male. Buster and Carl were certainly going to have a fine old time!

“I’m going to shower and change,” announced Ira.

“Me too, very soon ...” Ira rose and left. Janina sat back and closed her eyes, thinking happily what she was going to have done to Teresa. What she was going to do to her herself.

It was all most, most satisfying.