Miles Brampton is a self-made multi-millionaire
who has made his money the hard way with take-over deals that were somewhat shifty;
mergers and development schemes that promised more than they delivered.
But nothing he touched appeared actually illegal and
while his more respectable competitors looked down their noses at him, he was
more successful than they were—and very much richer.
He is a very good-looking and athletic young man of
thirty-eight years having kept up an interest in gymnastics all his life. He has his own gymnasium and personal trainer
as part of his staff and he thinks that just a nod from him and all and any
woman he favours must come running.
Most of them do, hoping to snare him (and his millions)
as his wife, but he always dumps them in the end, seeking fresh meat
elsewhere. He favours women with a
similar body to his own: athletic rather than voluptuous and fresh-faced instead
of a ravishing beauty. None of the women
he had courted since achieving success in the business world had ever said no…
At least, not until Melissa Edgley had come along.
He had just dumped his latest girl and was attending a
gymnastics meeting (for he really was that interested in the sport) and there
he saw Melissa for the first time. With
his good looks, beautiful body and his easy charm, he sweet-talked her into a
dinner date but she soon sussed him out, recognising his shallow interest in
her body and what it could give him.
She dressed him down in no uncertain terms and walked out
on him, taking a taxi home. He sat
there, embarrassed and enraged and as he thought further, that rage grew to a
mania. How dare she refuse him! No mere girl had ever refused her body to him!
And as his chauffeur drove him home, he hatched his plan.
First, the father.
He knew of Baron Edgley a little for he was a well-known philanthropist
and supporter of many local charities.
As part of his business team, he employed a rather disreputable former
detective-sergeant who had worked in the Fraud Squad and was very familiar with
the ways and means of stripping accounts and the like. It was a simple matter for him to bankrupt
Lord Edgley and then Miles stepped in and ‘came to the rescue’, purchasing
Edgley Hall to pay off debts and
‘generously’ allowing the baron and his daughter to move into the Gatehouse
Lodge rent-free for his lifetime.
So far, so good.
Now for the girl. Well, she was
twenty-three, but he thought of her as a girl.
He informed the baron that he would be requiring his daughter to work
for him as his social secretary—and hinted that the family’s future tenancy of
the lodge would be dependent on her accepting the position.
Melissa was appalled.
She disliked this man intensely and being a very bright girl, had
mistrusted his motives in helping her father out of his so weird
bankruptcy. But she also knew she had no
choice and every day, went up to the Hall and performed her duties there
faultlessly.
Miles was courtesy itself to her. Never ogling her body or inviting her
out. But behind the scenes, ex-Sergeant Kevin
Snide was siphoning off funds from his employer’s social accounts (which were
under the control of his social secretary) and depositing them in a Swiss bank
account in her name.
He kept Miles informed of how much he was ‘stealing’,
making sure that the transactions emanated from her computer while she was in
the building. Miles contrived for her to
be absent from her desk at the necessary times.
And then, after eleven months and the total sum
transferred had reached over two hundred thousand pounds, he informed his
accountant that he was a little concerned at the state of his social account
and would he mind checking it, please.
Of course that led to a police investigation and Melissa’s
arrest and conviction for major fraud and her subsequent sentence to slavery
for life. English law still punished
crime against property much more severely than those against the person; and
with the increase in white-collar crime generally, penalties had been
commensurately adjusted and any fraud over ₤200,000 now automatically
attracted a punishment of life-slavery.
Miles commiserated with the baron and indicated he would
purchase her to help his lordship but Lord Edgley could no longer face the
world and took his own life that night.
Of course this was exactly the outcome Miles had wanted
and now he simply waited for the auction at the State Slave Centre and
purchased her body.
Everyone said how noble it was of the man to buy his
former social secretary, who had stolen all that money from him—at least they
did at first. Later, when it became
clear how he was going to employ her, people just looked the other way and
didn’t want to know.
The first matter was her transport back to
the Hall.
Melissa had stood on the block in the auction room at the
centre and had searched around it for Miles.
I have already said she is an intelligent young lady and as soon as she
was arrested, claimed she had been framed.
But the evidence was there. It
was her computer that had been used and the Swiss bank account was in her name. She had been in the house when the monies
were transferred. Oh yes, the jury had
been scornful of her claims and had taken no time at all to convict her and
recommend slavery for life.
She now stood there on the auction block, stark naked and
depilated nude of all hair from her eyelashes down (as was normal for all
slaves) for it was now illegal to allow any covering over a slave’s
body—ever. The idea was that they were
to suffer and cold rain or even snow was no reason to allow any leniency of
this rule.
And then she saw him, sitting in the centre and with a
bidding unit on the arm rest beside him and her heart sank. She had no illusions why he had framed her
but she certainly could not have known the degree of the rage and spite he now
held towards her. It was as if the
nourishing blood in his veins had been replaced with bile and snake-venom and
if she had realised it, she would have been quaking in her non-existent boots.
Of course he was successful. With his enormous wealth he could not have
been otherwise. She cost him dear but he
couldn’t have cared less. The whole
operation had cost him over a million pounds but his rage was such that he
never even gave it a thought.
He was going to punish her for her refusal of his favours
and that punishment was going to include diabolical hard labour, pain, and
shame; and that shame would also include degradation, humiliation and total
disgrace and embarrassment.
To this end, he had had some modifications made to the
estate flat-top one-tonne utility truck.
A gallows-like gantry formed of a ten-centimetre steel pipe was affixed
and braced to the middle of the frame of the tray-top. It was three metres high and a further length
of half a metre was attached to the top of this upright by means of a 90° angle
fitting that had an end-cap screwed on to ‘finish the ‘gallows’. An O-shaped steel ring welded to the centre
of the end-cap completed the preparations.
Miles had been driven to the auction in his Rolls, but
this was not to flaunt his wealth. On
the contrary. He wanted to follow the
ute back to the Hall so that he could stare up at his victim as she dangled,
naked and nude from the gallows, her thumbs enclosed in neoprene-lined cuffs
whose central chain had been attached by a self-closing clip to the O-ring and
this left her whole body dangling free with her feet a good half-metre up from
the tray-top..
And in this so obscene manner, the utility drove out of
the delivery bay at the centre and proceeded along the highways and byways of
England to the Hall, while Miles sat in the front seat of the Rolls, next to
his chauffeur (who had been ordered to keep close to the rear of the ute) and
stared up at the sight of his purchase buffeted around by the wind and turns,
acceleration and deceleration of the vehicle.
She was cold. She
hadn’t yet become acclimatised to her now permanent nakedness and the wind and
the motion of the ute made it even worse.
She was ashamed.
Not of her body for she knew it was beautifully wrought by all her hard
work in the gym and on horseback. She
thought ruefully she wouldn’t be seeing very much of either of those pursuits
in the future. But to have it so provocatively
displayed on that hated man’s farm utility as he followed her home; to be
exposed to the hundreds and thousands of men, women and children who watched
her pass; and the terrible way in which she was suspended, made it all so
horrible.
She also agonised over what he was going to do to
her. Use her for sex, yes. That went without saying for that’s the
reason for which he had gone to all this trouble. But she also sensed it would be more than
that… She was right, but she could have
no idea of the lengths to which he was going to go to punish her.
But worst of all for her was that he was there; only a
few metres behind her, staring up at her nakedness and close enough that she
could see the lust and the triumph written all over his so handsome—but so
hated face.
Miles had, a few weeks earlier, purchased a
huge (tall) but very, very muscular black slave with a huge penile appendage
and giant testicles who was going to be her driver and groom. He had plans to use this twenty-year-old
giant to humiliate her sexually but in order to make that event (and future
ones too) the more spectacular, he had had him fitted with a clear plastic
penis chastener that kept it totally flaccid (and therefore celibate) at all
times (except when he was training the boy sexually)—and he had the only key.
He had also been training Jonas in the ways he wished him
to work his enemy and the boy had been keen to please his new master despite
the horrible plastic thing that kept his cock slack—for Miles had allowed him
to pleasure one of the female domestic slavegirls each night and had watched
his performance and then taught him how to achieve more and more pleasure from
it—but in this training process, he had stressed that he was not to have any
care for the girl who would be in his charge.
Jonas took on board his master’s directions and eagerly awaited her
arrival for Miles had told him he would be fucking her often and in ways that
were going to shame her horribly—but only when he was there to watch and gloat
over her humiliation.
First though, he wanted to exhaust her. Truly wear her down to a complete collapse,
just so she knew how bad things were going to be from now on.
He had acquired a pony-slave gig and she was going to be
its pony. This model was one now used by
most slave owners: it comprised a short, sixty-centimetre axle made of a light
aluminium alloy, to which was bolted and braced a metre-long pole. A light plastic seat was bolted to the axle
and pole with foot rests for the rider and two bicycle wheels were fitted to
the axle.
As the means of harnessing, a screw-fitting for a
forward-angled butt-plug had been bolted near the front end of the pole, and
this allowed the butt-plug itself to be changed so as to accommodate the many
different anal and rectal organs of various slaves (of both sexes).
As this gig would be used solely for Melissa, the other
coupling, a long, fat, dildo, electrified and equipped with tiny nodes that
would inflame her clit beyond bearing, was fitted to a collar that could slide
up and down the pole (or at least between the lion-head front piece and the
rear plug.
Although it was now middle afternoon, Miles had Jonas
immediately harness her to this gig.
As she had been brought down from the utility truck, she
had stared at the huge young slave who now towered over her (and Miles for that
matter). He was handsome alright, but
his sheer size, his incredible muscles and the enormity of the massive penis
and huge balls that dangled between his very muscular thighs had her in fear
for, forewarned by his master, he had assumed an expression of malevolence
towards his charge that he certainly didn’t feel.
But he had been warned not to let her get to him and he
had assured Miles that he would be a good slave and work her very hard.
He now grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the gig
and then proceeded to harness her into it.
Melissa was not a virgin.
But she had not been wanton in bestowing her favours. It had only been with a couple of her more
recent boyfriends so she was hardly a slut and her sexual organs—and certainly
not her anus—were not used to objects penetrating them.
She stared down at the two penis-like objects with
distaste and Miles smiled. “Don’t like
the idea, eh, slut? Well get used to
it. Your body is mine now and I can do
any damned thing I like with it!”
“Yes, master,” she said, well aware of the rules of
address and communication between a master and his slaves.
She submitted with as good a grace as she could muster to
the so indecent coupling of the gig to her body.
First, Jonas made her stand astride the two now greased
plugs then lifted the pole, inserting the rear plug up between her buttocks so
that its tip just entered her anus while she moaned in fear and at the first
pain of an anal violation. He then took hold of the frontal dildo and slid it
down the pole so that its tip now approached her so newly denuded vagina, its
smooth, hairless lips just a slit, and kept sliding the collar and at the same
time lifting the pole and pushing both plugs deeper and deeper into her body
until the pole nestled snugly against her crotch and then tightened the grub
screw under the collar that locked it in place.