CHAPTER ONE

 

Having wheedled around Colonel Garcia Valmira, and finally persuaded him to sell her Teresa Mendoza, Janina Casals decided to stay on at 'Los Limitas' for a few more days. She wanted to make some plans and get some advice (and possibly some equipment) from the Chief Overseer, Judith Somerton. Teresa was going to be the first slave she had ever possessed, but, she reflected, there was no reason why she should not own several, in due course. The idea of having women at her beck and call, at her mercy, was most pleasing to Janina. She was a natural-born sadist ... one who did not inflict punishment to maintain discipline alone, but also purely for her own amusement.

Wait; that is not strictly correct. While at 'Los Limitas', Janina had never punished personally. That was not permitted. One had to send an 'errant' slave to Miss Judith Somerton, who would deal with her accordingly to the nature of the 'offence'. Janina had sent young Teresa often enough to the Overseer, but was itching to get her hands on the girl herself. Well, there were still three months to wait for that.

Janina, lying comfortably in bed, watched Teresa moving about the bedroom, tidying up the mess usually left there. How innocent she still looked, she thought, with that light blonde hair and girlish face. Almost novice-nun like. However, as Janina was well aware, Teresa was no longer innocent in the sexual sense. Garcia had enjoyed her for a week or more and taught the girl a few tricks. After that, a number of guests had been permitted to have their fun. Several of these had been middle-aged or more. Paunchy old, slobbering lechers; the type who liked them young and were disgusting with it. Janina felt herself shiver. Fancy HAVING to deal with such horrible beasts! She herself was completely bi-sexual. She could enjoy a man, provided he was young, handsome and virile; equally she enjoyed the body of a pretty woman. Like that of Teresa. Knowing how much the girl hated lesbian contact only pleased Janina all the more.

Kneeling, bending, Teresa repeatedly displayed herself. As all slaves, she was depilated and this made the display seem more blatant. What must it be like to have to always go naked, wondered Janina? She thought about it ... and shuddered again. It must be terrible, especially if one were of Teresa's naturally shy and modest disposition. Could one ever get used to it? That was doubtful. It must be awful enough to walk about like that in the privacy of a bedroom, before a woman. But what about before guests, both male and female? Worse, being used as a piece of room decor ... draped on a wall, suspended from a ceiling ... acting as a table support, a footrest ... being used as a centre-piece for flower display - with a vase stuck up your anus.

All for the amusement of Garcia and his guests. Janina shuddered again. The gulf between the life of a Mistress and a slave was indeed vast. It must be kept that way.

However, though Janina shivered at these thoughts, she also experienced an undercurrent of cruel delight at the same time. For it was the likes of she, who kept Teresa in this humiliating state ... and do as she wished with her. There was the pleasure of power; there lay the kernel of it.

Heavenly!

Janina sipped a glass or orange juice; rifled through a magazine. Teresa continued to put the bedroom to rights. Her bottom, Janina noted, was unmarked. That was purely on account of the remarkable Healing Ointment which Miss Somerton used. She would have to have a good supply of those. They were capable of removing all traces of a good hiding within twenty four hours! Whoever had invented that particular medicament deserved a medal. Alexander Fleming had got the Nobel Prize for discovering penicillin ... surely the inventor of the compounds employed on slaves at 'Los Limitas' deserved something similar?

I would, thought Janina, like to be able to show off my new possession. To share her with someone. That would be more fun than having Teresa purely to herself. But whom? She ran through a mental card-index of her friends from school and college ... one which suddenly stopped at the name Ira. Ira Fuestenberg, one of her college friends. A girl with a German father and a Spanish mother. She had been a right bitch, that Ira ... but somehow Janina and she had got on well. Perhaps that is because I am a right bitch, too, reflected Janina. At first, she recalled, she had been rather scared of this tall, angular-looking girl. She had been so authoritative, so autocratic. One had the impression she was looking down on you; denigrating you. But she had had character and something of that character had appealed to Janina. She and Ira had spent many hours together discussing the world and their future. Ira was a dedicated Fascist; one who thought it was a right to rule others. A most interesting personality. She, for sure, was someone who would be interested in the idea of owning a slave, or slaves. Janina was convinced of that. A discreet letter, hinting at such a possibility, was well worth while. There was nothing to lose' a lot to gain. If Ira was interested, she would quickly make that plain. If not, she would be just as quick to say so. She was a very positive person. The kind that Janina liked.

"Teresa!" Janina's voice had its customary sharpness.

The naked blonde dropped the underclothes she had been meticulously folding and hurried to Janina's bedside, making a servile little bow. At one time, Janina had insisted that the girl fell to her knees, but that was becoming a somewhat time-wasting bore.

"Yes, Mistress ..." the voice was soft and nervous; blue eyes clouded with submissive despair. A slave never knew, at any moment, what a Mistress was going to demanded of her or do with her.

"Fetch me my writing pad and a pen, girl."

Well, that was simple enough. Teresa felt a tiny twinge of relief as she hurried off into the sitting room to find what her Mistress wanted. She no longer thought of Janina as her former friend and companion, but simply as 'her Mistress'. It was a transformation which had been forced upon and one now branded into her brain and being. She returned quickly with the items, her high, rounded breasts bobbing up and down with her quick movements. Another little bow and she handed over the pad and pen. Janina snatched them away without a glance, and, after a moments pause, Teresa returned to her work.

After nibbling the end of her pen for a while, Janina began to write:

 

Dear Ira

Probably you will be surprised to hear from me after such a long time. However, I am writing so that we can arrange to meet each other again before long.

The point is, I have some news which I think will be of the greatest interest to you. And it is something I want to share with you.

I am really very excited and am sure you will be as well. Sorry I cannot say more, but it is a matter which I cannot put to paper. It is so SECRET!

At the moment, I am staying with my mother's dearest friend. He is Colonel Garcia Valmira, and has a huge estate in one of the most remote parts of the Country. It is possible to do ANYTHING here. And he does!

Perhaps I am giving you a clue. I do hope so. In any event, please write so that we can arrange a meeting. Something tells me our lives are going to be closer together before long - and most interesting. Goodbye for now.

 

Yours with affection

Janina.

 

Janina signed with a flourish. Then looked for an envelope. There wasn't one.

"Teresa ... come here!"

The girl came hurrying across, apprehension in her eyes.

"Y-Yes, Mistress?"

Janina's palm smashed across Teresa's face.

"You stupid little bitch! What is the point of bringing me writing paper without envelopes?"

Head ringing, Teresa staggered back. By now she was used to such blows, but that did not make them any easier to take. No point, either, in saying that she had not been asked to bring envelopes.

"I ... ah ... I b-beg ... pardon ... M-Mistress ..."

"Get some!"

Teresa ran from the bedroom, rounded bottom bouncing. Janina smiled faintly. Oh, it was so lovely to be able to treat someone like that! Knowing they dare make no protest; knowing they just had to take it. In moments, Teresa was back, quivering with an eagerness to please, as she extended a packet of envelopes.

"You are a stupid girl," said Janina as she took them. "Are you not?"

"Y-Yes ... Mistress ..." Oh it was so unfair! If she had brought envelopes without being asked, she would have been equally at fault. She constantly found herself in a situation where, with the best intentions, she was made to appear to do wrong.

"And I don't like stupid slaves," said Janina. She regarded her victim stonily. "When I have taken full possession of you, it will be as well if you remember that." Teresa flinched.

The awful realisation that it would not be long before she was Janina's personal property was never far from her thoughts. It was a terrifying conception something even worse that her present intolerable existence. Janina smiled; a slow, sinuous, evil smile.

"You don't look very happy at that prospect ..."

Teresa's throat worked. She forced herself to speak.

"I ... I ... shall be honoured to ... to s-serve ...you in ... in any w-way you wish ... Mistress ..." she managed to say. Those were the sort of words which were required of her, Teresa had learnt that.

"I am glad to hear it," said Janina, still smiling that evil smile, "because if you think Miss Somerton has been hard on you, I can assure you I can be double hard!"

Again Teresa flinched. It was impossible to believe that any woman could be more relentlessly harsh and demanding that Judith Somerton ... or anyone more wantonly cruel in their punishments. The future looked blacker than ever. Teresa stood trembling, transfixed like a rabbit before a snake. Incredible that any person could inspire such terror in her! Let alone someone who had once been a friend. A series of deep sobs shook her.

"Is there anything the matter, girl?" snapped Janina.

Teresa shook her head miserably. "N-No ... no ... Mistress ..."

"What's that noise for then?"

It was an effort for Teresa to pull herself together. What could she say? She was supposed to be pleased to have Janina as a Mistress!

"I ... I just sometimes ... f-feel ... a ... a ... little s-sad ..." Tears sprang into her eyes.

"Sad?" Janina spat out the word incredulously. "You have just told me you are honoured to serve me. Whatever is the matter with you, you stupid creature?"

"I ... I ... I'm s-so sorry, Mistress ... I didn't m-mean ... ooohhh what I DO m-mean is that I AM honoured to serve you ..." And, with that, Teresa burst into a flood of tears.

"I suppose you're still hankering after the old days," said Janina in a callous, sneering tone, "when you were having it away with MY fiancé, Carlos." That, of course, was not accurate. Carlos had merely been one of Janina's casual captives. Still, what did that matter now? For Teresa, however, Carlos had been her first and only true love.

"N-No ... no ... Mistress," whimpered Teresa pathetically. Although, of course, it was impossible sometimes not to relive, with bitter anguish, those careless days of freedom. Days never to return!

"And while we're on the subject, girl, have you been fucked lately?" asked Janina. She loved to use those deliberately crude terms, knowing how they wounded one so sensitive as Teresa.

Teresa's pale cheeks coloured slightly with shame and embarrassment. It was cruel indeed to be recalled from sweet memories of Carlos to the obscene horrors of the present day.

"T-Two ... two ... no ... th-three d-days ago, Mistress," Teresa answered, shuddering.

"And who fucked you?"

"B-Baron Newman, Mistress ..."

"Ah yes, of course, I remember now, I watched it, didn't I?"

"Y-Yes ... M-Mistress," replied Teresa, wiping away some tears. She hated these 'post mortems' just as much as Janina loved conducting them.

"Rather flabby, our Baron, is he not? Gross, you might say. And not exactly in the first flush of youth," Janina smiled. "You had to work hard on him before he was able to get what he wanted. Eh?"

"Yes ... Mistress ..." Teresa's tears began to flow faster again. Nausea returned at the thought of what she had had to do to the Baron. Oh that paunch! Oh that sweating pig of a man! One nearer sixty than fifty. She had had to rouse him with every sexual artifice of which she was capable. With hands, with mouth, with body. If she had not done so, she would have been mercilessly flogged by Miss Somerton. It was only because of that certain knowledge, Teresa was able to drive herself on and on. The fact that Janina was watching and gloating made it all the worse.

It had taken Teresa some quarter of an hour or twenty minutes to rouse the Baron to a sufficient rigidity to achieve penetration. Not that he minded, the beast. Grunting and groaning, he obviously revelled in her youthful ministrations and, indeed, would not have minded if they had been prolonged further. Teresa had been virtually exhausted by the time she lowered herself on to the stubby organ, which, momentarily hard, projected beneath the swelling paunch. The rest mercifully, was quite brief. It was all over in under a minute. A few rapid jerks of her haunches ... oh that disgusting thing within her! Some quick wriggles, some slower jerks ... and the Baron was making piggy noises. Then another series of quick jerks ... and she felt that horrible thing inside, expand itself and go limp, it was all over.

The Baron was snorting gently, eyes closed. He was quite content. After all, he may no longer have been great shakes as a sexual athlete, but there were not many men of his years who the seemingly enthusiastic services of a ripely nubile twenty year old!

"Three days ..." Janina was murmuring, bringing Teresa out of her hideous reverie. "Well, knowing how much you like it, you'll be wanting some more by now. Isn't that so?"

"Mmff ... mmmfff ... y-yer-sss ... Mistress ..." choked Teresa. Needless to say, nothing could have been further from the truth, but it was the kind of answer which was expected of her.

"I'll see what I can arrange for this afternoon," said Janina, complacently. Then she slipped out of bed and removed her pretty baby-doll nightie. "Go and run my bath slave."

"Yes ... Mistress ..." Teresa turned and hurried to obey ... the thought of what Janina might be planning, was sending an icy shaft of dread through her.

Janina went to a wardrobe which ran the full length of one wall to choose, from a vast selection, what she would wear that morning.