CHAPTER ONE

 

Both lra and Janina slept late the following morning, following the latter's arrival. Hardly surprising in view of their excesses of the previous evening! They got together again at around eleven thirty on an enchanting little south-facing patio which was adorned with numerous tubs filled with colourfully exotic plants.

"Like a reviver?" asked Ira Fuestenberg.

"You bet ..." sighed Janina, sinking back into one of the comfortably padded garden chairs set out. She wore a white top and a pale blue skirt; her limbs were bare and lightly tanned. Ira was also lightly and casually garbed, wearing a pale pink trouser suit.

Ira snapped a button on the control panel alongside her. "Champagne on the small patio," she ordered brusquely. Then she smiled at Janina. "A lovely evening; a lovely night. Super to get together again."

"Wasn't it just," agreed Janina. After the excitements of the day, it had concluded perfectly in a riot of lesbian passion.

"Don't forget, darling," said Ira in a casual manner, "you can have any of the slaves any time." She smiled. "I won't be jealous. As I do just the same, I hope you won't be either."

"Of course not, Ira," replied Janina. "We both are aware our relationship is special. But there's no reason why it should be exclusive."

"What a sensible young woman you are," nodded Ira. "And, if I may say so, a natural when it comes to possessing slaves. For one with limited experience, you deal with them excellently."

"Thank you, darling," it was Janina's turn to smile. "I must admit, it does seem to come rather naturally to me. In the blood, possibly. My ancestors were renowned slavers. Made their fortunes out of it."

"Good for them," said Ira.

Onto the patio came the tall, big-proportioned Hilary ... she of the long brown hair and dark blue eyes; she once so modest and reserved, as would be expected from her upbringing. Naked but for a tiny white apron (a symbol for those on such duties as hers) she came towards the young women, long thigh, quivering a little, a depilated mound exposing sex-lips fully. She wore high-heeled shoes which increased her height to a few inches over six feet. Justifiably, one could have described her as a magnificently built woman. Be that as it may, she was now nothing more than a

Slave ... and as such, no more than a chattel to be used as Ira willed. And, through Ira, as Janina willed. As were all the slaves.

Hilary curtsied obsequiously.

"Pour the wine, girl," said Ira.

"Yes, Mistress ..."

Ira winked at Janina. "It's 'weekly relief' day for Jose and Manuel tomorrow," she said. "I told you about that, didn't I'?"

"Yes," smiled Janina. "You said that, once a week, they were permitted either to toss themselves off ... or you gave them one of the girls."

"That's right," nodded Ira. "This week, I'm considering giving them Hilary."

Janina noticed the hand which was pouring a bubbling glass of champagne at her side, shook just a little. 'You'd like that, wouldn't you, Hilary?"

The tall girl swallowed. "Y-Yes, Mistress," she replied.

"I'm sure you would," went on Ira, picking up the glass just poured for her. "After years of keeping your legs crossed in the Vicarage, it must be great fun to open them wide at Hirondelles. Right?"

There was a quaver in the answering voice; a tension in the figure. "Yes, Mistress."

"Don't have to pretend any more, do we?" persisted Ira. "Nothing else to do but enjoy those big pricks going up you."

"Yes, Mistress..." Hilary retreated into the background.

Not for the first time, Janina tried to imagine what it must be like to be a slave such as Hilary. A well-brought up young woman from utterly conventional surroundings, now an experienced puppet of a vicious young woman ... forced to act out a quite unnatural, utterly degrading and infinitely repulsive existence. It must be unbelievably hideous. Janina's fluttering mind could not truly grasp it. Did not truly want to. Suffice to know that this Hilary was her slave too, and thus forced to submit to her whims and orders just as she was those of Ira's. A quite delightful thought!

"Oh, by the way. I telephoned Garcia this morning," said Janina suddenly. "About your suggestion.

"Yes?"

"First of all, he was very pleased that I had settled in here. Originally he had been a bit worried about my security arrangements - after I received Teresa - but when he knew I was with you, he was perfectly happy. Said he would send Teresa any time now."

"Oh that's good," smiled Ira. "And did you buy that other slave you had in mind'?"

"Kirsten? Yes, I did. He asked ten thousand dollars for her, though. I managed to force him down to eight." Janina sounded rather pleased.

"Well done," said Ira. The amount of money, of course, was nothing to either Colonel Garcia nor Janina. It was simply a matter of principle; getting what one considered a good bargain. Above all, one had to BUY. To be given a slave was not the same thing. To pay over dollars for human flesh gave one an undoubted thrill. No one wanted to deny themselves that thrill, even if the dollars did not mean all that much.

"Garcia said he would arrange for them both to be crated and sent here within the next day or so," went on Janina.

"Excellent," pronounced Ira. "That will bring our entourage up to eight. Not a had number, but, as I told you, I'm aiming to increase it to twelve. I think you'll enjoy breaking in a new slave from scratch."

"I'm sure I will," agreed Janina enthusiastically, feeling her blood tingle at the very thought. Just fancy ... having a disobedient rebel to thrash into submission! Oh what pleasures lay ahead!

"What sort of mood are you in?" enquired Ira. "We could go riding a little later. Or swimming."

"A shade hot for riding, isn't it? I prefer that early in the morning. Swimming would be nice."

"Suits me. More champagne, slut!"

Hilary came instantly forward and poured deferentially. Janina had a close-up of her creamy-white flesh. What a blessing that miraculous Healing Ointment was! Garcia used it, and so naturally did Ira. It restored reddened lacerated flesh to normality in hours rather than days, so there was no reason why a slave should look unsightly for long. And even more importantly, was always fit for further punishment!

Sipping and savouring the ice cold wine, Janina watched Hilary retire again into the background. It would be nice to have a big strong strapping girl under her thumb. And make her do all sorts of things.

Another naked figure came up on to the patio. Janina recognised the straw-haired Sandra, also in her mid-twenties and an ex-school teacher. She approached Ira, fell to her knees and raised her hindquarters high, in the obligatory posture ... and was ignored. This one's got quite some body, too, thought Janina, as her eyes roved over it. Different to Hilary's, however. Ample, but athletic, might describe it. The sort men went for.

"Do you play tennis?" asked Ira.

"Quite well, I think," answered Janina.

"I'm glad. I like a worthy opponent. There's clay shooting as well, if you wish."

"Yes ... that makes a change ..." Sandra's bottom remained high in the air. Janina noted the rather fast rise and fall of her olive-skinned shoulders. She was well-muscled, but not over-rnuscled. Janina recalled she had been a games mistress as well. Janina knew Ira was deliberately building up tension as a couple more minutes ticked away in silence. Finally, Ira jabbed a high heel into a convenient shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"You ... you told me to ... to report to you this m-morning, Mistress," came the immediate answer. The voice was low and tremulous. Janina recalled that Sandra was the least experienced of all the slaves at Hirondelles. A couple of months was it? Or maybe less.

"Oh yes..." Ira's tone was cold.

"And to remind you, Mistress, to ... to ... lay ... a ... c- cane across m-my ... backside..."

Janina smiled faintly; Ira's brow wrinkled momentarily. "Ah yes, I remember now." she said. Then she turned to Janina. "Do you know, this creature had the gall to protest, simply because I linked her wrists to her ankles for the night?"

"Really?" Janina's eyebrows went up in mock surprise. Inwardly, she reflected that it was an action liable to make any young woman protest!

"Kneel up, slave!" rapped Ira.

Sandra knelt erect, hands to the back of her neck. She had very good breasts which had the help of a transparent under-support, in view of their size. The features were plain, but well formed, Janina noted. The mouth wide. A pleasant looking young woman, one would say, rather than a beautiful one. Somehow typically English.

"You did utter a protest, did you not, Sandra'?"

The young woman gulped. "Yer... esss ... yes, Mistress ... it ... it j-just came out ... I ... I c-couldn't h-help..."

"But you did protest?" intervened Ira.

Oh what despair, oh what terror in those blue-green eyes! "Y-Yes ... Mistress," came a whisper.

"And do you know, Sandra, why you have never heard Celia, Hilary or Miranda ever protest when I have secured them similarly?"

"N-No... no, Mistress ..." The straw-blonde head shook from side to side.

"Then I will tell you, Sandra," continued Ira, rather in the fashion of a schoolmistress herself. "Because they have learnt NOT to protest when I have so secured them for the night. They have learnt the HARD way! They have learnt by getting a cane across their backsides until they couldn't have told you whether it was Easter or Christmas!"

A great heaving sob burst from the kneeling Sandra. Her full breasts rose and fell fast.

"And that is what is going to happen to you!" concluded Ira firmly.

"Oh ... o-ohh ... Mistress ... p-please ... I didn't m-mean I couldn't help..." began Sandra.

"Silence!" Ira almost bellowed. "I will not accept excuses from a slave!"

Sandra fell silent. Her breasts started to heave even more violently, and a large tear ran down each cheek. Janina found it an enchanting spectacle.

"Would you like to come along?" asked Ira. "I'm going to deal with this little matter now."

"Why not?" replied Janina, feeling her pulse-rate increase instantly.

"It will give you a chance to take a look at the Punishment Room," said Ira. "You'll find me rather more elaborately equipped than Miss Somerton."

"That's not a bad thing," smiled Janina.

"Up!" Sandra rose, mouth loose, eyes tear-filled. There was no point in pleading, she knew. Her fate had already been sealed by Ira's words. Now, by words or deeds, she could only make matters worse for herself. "Lead on, Sandra. You know the way."

The young woman, hands still clasped at the back of her neck, turned and made her way off the patio. Ira and Janina followed ... the latter particularly noting Sandra's rhythmic, athletic stride. A well rounded bottom swung seductively from side to side. A bottom that would soon be in a very different condition!

"What a lovely day," remarked Ira.

"Isn't it!" agreed Janina. And not only on account of the beautiful weather, she said to herself