Chapter 1. The scene is set:-

Jane Brown was as ordinary in appearance as her name would suggest and, at just over one and a half metres tall, in earlier days she would have been considered too small for the police force. However the world turns and times change.

In the early years of the twenty first century, women in Britain had still overtly retained all the rights of liberation that their mothers and grandmothers had struggled for in the twentieth century. In reality, of course, these had been eroded so as to be almost non-existent. A combination of technology, population pressures and the natural aggression of men had taken back what had been so hard fought for.

For any individual to have any sort of paid work he, and almost invariable it was a he, had to be tremendously able or as always extremely lucky. Efforts had been made to see that all people had sufficient to live on but if you wanted the extras in life that could ensure your upward movement in the social scale, or at the very least the maintenance of your position in society, you had to have a job. As always society found a sop to its conscience for its own injustices, if you didn't come from a wealthy family who could ensure you got the education to enable you to retain your position in society, you could always take out a bond.

The "Bound Servant" contract was a throw back to the eighteenth century where it was a form of term slavery that at times out-did the horrors of the plantation slave. Legalistically called a "Set Term Irrevocable Contract", of course the male Bound Servants soon became STIC men and the women, perhaps more honestly, Bond Slaves. It was hailed by the government of the day as a social opportunity for the poor and uneducated by which they might pull themselves out of the gutter by their own efforts.

As always the rich and powerful, if they control the media, can sell running shoes to a paraplegic and the bill was passed without a murmur. Within a few years the rich had servants who were slaves in all but name and little changed except that all dangerous and dirty jobs that might be done by an expensive machine were done by a stic-man or bond slave.

In many ways women as always received the worst deal of all. Prostitution had been made legal, men took most of what few jobs there were and, because of the lack of potential, legalised prostitution and slavery, so-called respectable women were forced back into a 21st Century form of purdah. Bond Contracts for women were almost automatically sexual in nature, for why not if prostitution were legal? The argument being that at least they only one or a specified number of masters to satisfy. The fact that whores had strict legal controls regarding their clients and the right to say no, was studiously ignored.

It wasn't that when a bond contract was completed the bondsperson was not very well off in comparison with their non-working peers, the "Dolmen", but few had either the drive or ability to achieve more than a form of middle class mediocrity. In a generation or so their young would slip back to the bottom of the slope that their parent or parents had fought to climb up.

Jane and her brother were saved from becoming Dolmen, as they were called, by the simple act of their parents allowing themselves to get killed in a public transit accident. The monies she and her brother received, via insurances and compensation, ensured that they had sufficient to guarantee an education that placed their feet firmly on the first rung of the middle class ladder. Jane found the one of the few niches in this society that respectable women might occupy without losing status or face. She had become a policewoman.

Had Jane and brother Nick had any choice in the matter, both would have sooner chanced the dole rather than loose their parents. They had been a warm loving couple who adored each other and had plenty of affection to spare for their two children. Both were only in their late thirties when they were killed, attractive active people, their loss hit Jane and Nicholas hard.

Jane was the one who made the greatest fuss over the tragic loss of their parents for she was only twelve. Nicholas, at eighteen and with all the misplaced machismo of the young male, concealed his pain. It was only when Jane grew older and had left home she began to realise how he had hurt and how she must unknowingly made it even harder for him.

At eighteen and with no other relations close enough to consider taking on the responsibility of two youngsters, Nick had taken over both his mother and father’s role. The money from the policies and compensation had at least ensured they didn't have to worry about day to day living, although over the following three years the emotional strain on him must have been considerable.

Within months of Jane passing her entrance exam and moving in to the police academy, Nick announced his intention of working in Australia. It was with relief for both of them when he climbed on to the plane, for as much as they loved each other, both wanted to be away and free to learn to live their own lives.

The Police Academy was a revelation for Jane it opened her eyes to the world and taught her to consider others, for her peers had no qualms about standing up for their rights, unlike Nicholas. When at last she achieved the status of fully trained policewoman she felt on top of the world; nothing now could stop her moving up and on.

At eighteen she had taken up her first posting in a police station in North London, eager and determined to show that she was a woman that could do the job as well as any man. Her ambition? To be in plainclothes in five, a sergeant in eight and inspector in twelve years.

It took all of eighteen months for the realisation that, no matter how well she did the job, she would never progress past sergeant and that in the uniformed branch.

She had tried all methods, hard work, initiative, passing exams and even the promotions couch. In desperation she'd allowed a senior superintendent to seduce her so that she could work her feminine wiles on him but all was to no avail. In fact it to worked against her, for once her colleagues knew she was bedding down with him, as within all small communities they soon did, she was marked as his personal property. So no copper interested in promotion or an easy life would attempt to form a relationship. Thus her social life to ground to a halt as well.

Life at the station had developed in to numbing boredom. Her ‘Lover’ blocked any attempt by her to move to another station and, if she attempted to refuse his sexual advances, she immediately drew awkward shifts, all the grotty jobs and general petty persecution. Jane began to withdraw in to herself and to escape the grey reality she began to replay the fantasies that had dominated her thoughts as a young girl.

On this particular day she had been passing the superintendent’s office when he had opened his office door and virtually pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. His demands had of late had begun to change, insisting she wear stockings rather than tights under her uniform, making her leave her panties off at all times, forcing her to perform oral sex on him; even demanding anal sex, something she had refused so far. All this hadn't shocked her, in fact there was little she would have found shocking especially after the six months she spent on vice and, had he any feelings for her as a person, she might have enjoyed it all.

This time, though, he had turned her round, forcing her to bend over his desk. Lifting her skirt, he exposed her lack of underwear. Suddenly she felt him pushing his erect penis into her; she was dry and unready. The fat pig of a man lost in self-gratification interpreted her squeals of pain as pleasure and before she could even begin to feel any excitement, his sperm gushed hot and thick in to her pussy.

It was only fifteen minutes since he had pulled her in to his office and she had sat drinking tea in the canteen. She sat musing on the timing in her mind. Yes, that was about right. One to one and a half minutes to grab her and climax, five minutes during which he had demanded she lick and suckle him clean, two minutes tidying herself and walking to the toilets, his jism running stickily down her thigh, three minutes to wash herself clean and now she had been drinking this tea for the last three and a half minutes. The only excitement of any sort she had felt was when initially she had made the douche water too cold.

A male voice intruded on her grey depression, it was Sergeant Fletcher, regaling a young copper with the events of his day.

"There's this fellah called Jordan at the Grand Hotel, obviously worth a mint, he's advertising for Bond Slaves and quoting a very large bond fee too!" The Sergeant's voice dropped confidentially. " Well, as you know, any contract involving personal female services has to be vetted by the police on behalf of the Committee for Public Morality, so along I toddles to see him." The young copper hung on his words his mouth agape and eager. "The manager directs me to the penthouse suite and I have to go through this reception area before I can get in to see him. Well you've never seen such a collection of professional and amateur toms in your life. I recognised most of them from the checks we run at the municipal knocking shop and from the pussy run when we do the rounds and pick up the unlicensed ones."

By now the youngster had closed his mouth but he couldn't stop his tongue from licking out. "Anyway I goes in and me and this guy talks over his Bond, it’s all in order, he's after sex slaves all right. He's into bondage and female submission, he sez he's after the very best! I sez 'Well sir you've certainly got some real lookers out there.’ He sez, most of those will be a waste of time, it’s not looks he's after, he can have those cosmetically adjusted!"

The Sergeant's voice took on a note of admiration. "There's a phrase, Cosmetically adjusted! Surgery, he means. Anyway," he continued. "Toms, e' sez normally don't have either the right attitude or sufficient intelligence for what he wants."

Jane's tea had grown cold as she tried to listen without appearing to do so. The canteen burst open with bang and noisy male laughter drowned the conversation at the next table. Startled, Jane looked at her watch and realised she should be elsewhere. She got up slowly and left. At least balling the super ensured that mere sergeants were reluctant to tell you off.