Chapter 1

 

We had been childhood sweethearts and I have to say there had never been anyone but her in my life. We seemed to be made for each other in that our interests coincided wonderfully, both being keen athletes with Alice concentrating on athletics and tennis and me, athletics and gymnastics.

One big difference between us was that I had been born to very wealthy parents whereas she was the daughter of our butler and housekeeper. Still, that didn't seem to matter and both our sets of parents seemed happy at our relationship.

We lived on the Gold Coast of Queensland and I had been sent to The Southport School (TSS) and my father had paid for Alice to attend St Hilda's, TSS's sister school not far away.

After the end of our secondary education, I enrolled in Griffith University to study business and commerce so that I could follow on from Dad, who had interests in many, many Australian and overseas enterprises and was the third generation to inherit and build on the investment successes of his forebears.

Alice's interests lay in the law and Dad also financed the whole of her law course.

We did everything together even including our holidays and I know from my part there was never ever any other girl that I wanted to be my wife. And as far as I knew, Alice felt the same way.

My name is Peter Morrison and we all lived in a beautiful house on an island Dad bought in the Southport Broadwater. The island comprises about three hectares and the house he and Mother built on it really was and is lovely. It is Elizabethan in design but features every modern convenience and the latest in technical wizardry that made it a breeze for James and Mary and the slaves they supervised to keep it sparkling. And the gardens that Mother designed and largely landscaped around it are a real showpiece.

The island is surrounded by huge rocks that make it inaccessible except over our private bridge and through the gates that are kept closed and locked except when we wish to come and go.

We had decided and with the concurrence of both our sets of parents that we wanted to be married in the gardens of the house and that it would take place around Christmas time in the year of our graduation.

The wedding was wonderful and for our honeymoon, we chose a cruise around the Mediterranean on the QM2 and I have to say that our love really bloomed now that we were permanently together - or so I thought.

Alice is not a ravishing beauty but that pleased me for such women actually repel me since they are always far more interested in themselves than the other person. Alice very rarely spoke of herself and always seemed interested (and knowledgeable about) whoever she was talking to.

As my new wife, she had no need to seek employment as a solicitor since I had a trust fund that was more than ample for us and in addition, Dad appointed me as his research assistant on an extremely good salary. Accordingly, and since she had nothing to do in the house, she could spend her days on the mainland seeking out friends, shopping, etc.

She did take an interest in the garden though and Mother delighted in having her by her side to potter around as one does in a large garden.

It all sounds too good to be true, doesn't it? As it happened, it was - too good to be true, that is!

What I didn't realise, and neither did Dad or indeed her parents, is that she had had a bad streak in her that probably dated back to her childhood. We later discovered she had an almost paranoiac jealousy of me and my parents and indeed our whole family for what she saw as un-earned privilege.

It wasn't true of course. My great-great-grandfather had been an early settler in the new colony of Victoria and had worked very hard to build a department store and then extend it to the rapidly growing cities that had resulted from the gold rush. He and his successors had built on that enterprise by working hard and making astute decisions. It had nothing to do with privilege at all.

The first inkling that anything was wrong was picked up by Dad's accountants who noticed some strange expenses that didn't seem to ring true and while it took many months to unravel the web of deceit she had woven to cover her nefarious transactions, they eventually traced them back to her - to our utter shock and horror. None of us believed it at first but then as the money men were able to trace the line through a circuitous route to her, we all reeled back in shock and horror.

James and Mary Scott were utterly aghast at their daughter's actions and resigned forthwith. Dad assured them that he had no intention of accepting their resignations but I knew they felt uncomfortable in our presence and eventually we all agreed, once the magnitude of her perfidy became known - the full extent of her thieving was now approaching half a million dollars - it was agreed all-round that whilst no blame whatsoever accrued to them, we understood their position.

At first, none of the three of us that is Mother, Dad and me believed what the accountants were telling us but in the end she turned on all of us including her parents whom she labelled as arse-licking sycophants, and me, a gutless twit and my parents who received the label of 'spongers on the hoi polloi'.

After the police had taken her away, we all commiserated with one another uttering the usual platitudes: 'who would believe it?', 'It can't be true!', etc, etc. But mostly, my parents tried to comfort me at losing what I had thought was the love of my life - my lifelong friend - and now my new wife.

"Dad, Mother, you don't think that possibly she is suffering from some form of insanity or disease of the brain that has warped her mind? I mean she has been my best friend for my whole life. Surely if she had had this aberration way back then, we would have seen some sign of it?"

Dad looked at me with love and sympathy written all over his face. "Well let's get her checked out by the best. I'll make enquiries straightaway but I have a horrible sinking feeling in my belly, Peter, that she has been fooling us all our lives. I can't see that it's anything her parents or us have done to her ... It's all totally unbelievable and I really feel for her parents nearly as much as you, Peter."

The police and their forensic officers soon found overwhelming proof that she had been at it from about the time we both entered university but there was even worse to come: It now surfaced that in her first year there, she had come upon another man and while she remained ostensibly true to me, she was having it off with him whenever the opportunity presented itself - and since he was a fellow law student, that was relatively easy.

Talk about two-timing!

The trial was a sensation. For us, it was bad enough but for James and Mary Scott, who attended the whole trial, it must have been utterly devastating. Actually it didn't last all that long as she pleaded guilty to all charges and was eventually sentenced to slavery for life. This wasn't unusual for such crimes but what was - unusual that is - is that the judge awarded her to me, indicating that as her former husband, I had suffered most from her crimes.

First though, having accepted her plea of guilty on all charges and listening to the addresses of the two barristers, he ordered that she be stripped naked forthwith. This was a clear indication that she was facing a term as a criminal slave as total nakedness was one of the planks in the institution of criminal slavery that replaced penal servitude a dozen years ago.

The whole courtroom now watched as the bailiff physically tore every item of clothing from her body regardless of its value, dumping them in a sack, until she now stood up totally naked before everyone there.

Once this little ceremony was over the judge did offer sympathy to Mother and Dad but remarked that since most of what she had stolen had now been returned to Dad, I remained the most affected by her actions and as long as I accepted the offer, he would make that order.

I had a quick conference with my parents and indicated that I believed I was very well equipped to give her adequate punishments for what she had done to all of us including her parents.

They had been sitting with us and Dad now turned to them and remarked that in the light of what had just happened, he and Mother would be really pleased if they would consent to come back to us and perhaps, if they felt able to do so, take part in the horrible programs we were going to devise to punish her for what she had done to all of us, them included.

At age 59 and 57, they didn't have much likelihood of finding other employment and while Dad's superannuation fund for them was very generous, they couldn't access it until they reach the age of sixty-five and so we were pleased all round when they agreed to come back that very day.

We hadn't been expecting the judge's order and so we had driven to the courthouse in Dad's Jaguar. Once the trial was over the bailiff approached us and asked if we wished to take her away with us.

I looked at my dad. "The Jag's boot has been adapted to transport slaves, hasn't it, Dad. Let's take her back with us now, eh? I'm really quite keen to get her started on that compost pit Mother was talking about the other day. That'll be a fine first project for her won't it?"

The bailiff nodded then advised that he would immediately take her down to the cells and have her denuded of all facial and body hair and then implant her with her silicon chip, and if one of us would accompany him, he would then have the chip tuned to our iPhone, allowing us to transfer it to the master computer in the house that kept tabs on all our other slaves once we got home.

During this little conversation, the bailiff had her in tow and while I had of course seen her naked both before and after our marriage, neither my parents nor hers had and I could see each of them eyeing her extremely athletic body up and down approvingly.

As I said earlier, we had both been really keen on our various athletic pursuits which had kept our bodies in really good condition and as we were both very careful with what we ate (and drank), I think they were both in just about perfect condition.

During this time, that is from the moment the judge sentenced her to slavery for the rest of her life and then handed her over to me, I had been thinking about various projects we could put her on that wouldn't put too much strain on us as her supervisors.

To this end, the tiny silicon chip that I mentioned above has some remarkable qualities and functions in its minute circuitry. The first of these is that its GPS function identifies the location of its wearer anywhere in the world to within a few centimetres. Escape for a slave is therefore impossible, particularly as once glued to the testicle of a male slave, or the clitoris of a female, it cannot be removed or tampered with. In fact, if the slave allows his or her hand too near the chip, it will automatically react by giving him a punishment shock. That is its second function. The first is the primary shock which is just a tingle and is most often used by a slave's owner or supervisor to call its attention and direct it to find him or her forthwith.

But there is another function which particularly interested me. This is that it has the ability to sense a pattern of movements and if they are interrupted without the slave's supervisor cancelling that function, he will be zapped with a punishment level shock, requiring him to get back to work quick time.

Say, in the example I mentioned above of her first task being to dig out a two metre square and deep pit to act as our next composting receptacle, we may stand and watch her and using our iPhone, record a short pattern of her movements and then require her to keep them up until she is released from that duty.

This program is flexible enough to allow for small deviations but otherwise will keep her working right through the fifteen hours of her daily grind if necessary. And there is nothing she can do to get around the chip's function as her supervisor. She works, and works hard, and if she lapses, she gets a horrible shock to the most sensitive part of her body, her clitoris.

Brilliant, isn't it?

Now I have already indicated that we had other slaves who worked under James and Mary, and of course under Mother out in the garden. But while, in accordance with the law, they are each kept permanently naked, none of them had appealing bodies. Oh, the hard work and long hours and no rest periods between their toil together with the near-perfect diet allowed by the Slave Chow pellets has meant that their physical bodies are reasonable, but they are still not attractive human beings and I doubt there would be too many owners who would want to take them to their beds.

But Alice is another question altogether. Remember I had categorised her as the ideal physical specimen for my tastes and that is now underlined by her appearance once I brought her back from her treatment down in the cells.

The insertion of the chip takes only a few seconds - literally. A tiny incision is made in the skin of the clitoris by the technician (it doesn't need a doctor or even a nurse for this tiny operation) who then peels the wax paper off the glued side of the chip and carefully slips it through the incision he has made and on to the moist flesh now exposed. Once he releases the labium that hides it, it is there for the rest of her life. Incidentally, in case you're interested, it is powered by the warmth of her body and the mucus around her clitoris and as far as the tests can indicate, will continue to function for the whole of her lifetime.