Chapter 1

 

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.