Chapter 1

 

I was lucky to be born with good genes that gave me a fine physique and a reasonably good brain, allowing me to breeze through high school, excelling at all sports but particularly gymnastics and obtaining good grades scholastically as well.

One of my school fellows was Frederica Masters and although physically she was an incredible looker and like me, excelled at all sports with a faintly muscular body, and excelled at her studies as well, she was really a real bitch at heart.

Unlike me, who was born of middle-class parents who both worked at the local milk company, my father being a driver and my mother working in the factory, Frederica was born to money - real money. I believe her parents were billionaires and they lived on a very small island in the Broadwater of Southport, their beautiful house being the only property on the island.

Her parents were actually very nice people although I think they doted on their daughter, their only child, to the point she was spoiled rotten and believed she had the right to lord it over everyone around her.

Because we were both bright academically and excelled at sports she decided that I was going to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately for me, I cordially despised her and shunned her rather imperious statement that she had chosen me over all the others in our group. She didn't show it outwardly at that time, but inwardly I discovered later she flew into a rage and swore to 'get me' when the opportunity presented itself.

And for the remainder of our school life, she either ignored me or smirked at me as I passed and cast aspersions on my character and my background to her sycophantic friends all of whom smirked and/or giggled in support of her insulting comments. I simply ignored them.

Apart from her, my school life was pleasing and during it I formed a desire to become a journalist and by dint of holiday jobs at The Bulletin, achieved a cadetship with that local paper upon graduating from high school. The cadetship included studying journalism at Griffith University and I thought my life was on a fine trajectory...

Alas, I hadn't reckoned with Frederica's malice and intention to bring me down - hard! She planned it well. She couldn't have known that her parents were both going to die tragically from eating infected oysters and although she and their butler and his wife (being the only paid servants on the island) immediately called an ambulance and a doctor, nothing could save them and they both died within a day or so of the symptoms emerging.

She was their only child and inherited the whole estate amounting to some twenty billion dollars which of course included the island and its beautiful house. I now believe that getting back at me was the most important consideration in her life and while she appeared to be perfectly normal in her relations with other people, deep down, she wanted revenge for what she considered was a major slight to her self-importance.

It was only a month or two after her parents' funeral that she sprang the trap. She sent invitations to a summer barbecue at her home, stipulating that swimming gear was the only clothing necessary. I thought it a little strange and in any case would not have accepted the invitation except that after a few years, it might be good to catch up with old school friends whom I hadn't seen since those school years.

Accordingly, and dressing only in the brief nylon swimming togs I preferred, I made my way to the island and was received with apparent friendship by her. The party centred around the swimming pool and we were very well waited upon by an army of slaves under the direction of Mr and Mrs Havers.

Of course, in the nature of those parties, eventually we all stripped off what little clothing remained and cavorted rather salaciously with the others, Mr and Mrs Havers now having departed to their own quarters

During the party, Frederica invited individuals into the house for various reasons and eventually it was my turn. I didn't particularly want to go anywhere with her but politeness demanded that I do so. It was a fateful decision and led to my total and complete downfall. She had planned it down to the last detail. She had secreted a quantity of her vaginal juices in a handy spot on her dressing table and when we entered the room she led me over there, smeared those juices all over my cock and then screamed... "Rape!" at the top of her voice, whereupon her friends, already primed, rushed in and secured me while another rang the police.

I'm sure you can imagine what followed. I had no chances at all. Frederica was well known as the heir to the Masters fortune. I was caught with her vaginal juices on my weapon and I was arrested on the spot and taken away just as I was, still stark naked and already looking like a criminal slave who, as you well know, are not permitted any clothing whatsoever.

I well remember the fateful words of the police inspector who led the small group of police who arrived: "Peter Franklin, you are under arrest for the crime of rape..."

I'm sorry to say that my parents were of little help during that dreadful time leading to the trial. They didn't come to see me and provided me with no clothes and the police were quite happy to leave me naked in the holding cell surrounded by other men who constantly attempted to fuck me. The cops even stood and watched outside the iron bars, grinning as those other men attempted to get me down and their cocks in my arse. They all thought I was a rapist and as such had no compassion whatsoever for me.

They did provide me with clothing for my trial which of course was an open and shut case resulting in me being found guilty and sentenced to slavery for the rest of my life as a result.

No-one believed my story, not even my parents. I was now alone and having been sentenced, was stripped naked by the bailiff there in front of everyone in the court including my parents. They watched, stone-faced as he tore each item from my body and then left the court. I never saw them again.

Having been sentenced and stripped, I was now returned to the holding cell wherein were the other prisoners, each as naked as me as, unless you were sentenced to a fine, criminal slavery was the only other alternative and that involved permanent nakedness.

Nakedness means no clothing but that wasn't all of it: slaves were also denuded of all facial and body hair to add to the shame and humiliation associated with criminal slavery, however that state was achieved at the State Slave Centre (SSC) and in the meantime we awaited the even more shameful walk from the courthouse to that building, situated over two kilometres from it.

I knew what it involved - everybody did. And so when the court finally closed at three o'clock, the guard came for us, bring us out of the cell one by one and locking a special genital cuff around the root of our cocks and balls and chaining them together with the chain coming forward from the newly made slave behind and between our legs.

We were then led out of the courthouse where waited the usual gathering of ghouls who delighted in the shame and humiliation of all newly made slaves.

I should comment here that there were a couple of females amongst the half-dozen or so rest of us and their chaining was achieved by the piercing of the left side of their vaginal lips and the insertion of a lockable ring through the newly made hole.

And yes, if you think that Frederica was among that group of despicable people, you would be dead right. She situated herself right near me, licking her lips and smiling in triumph as she beheld my total shame and humiliation. And what is more, she followed us all the way to the SSC and seemed quite disappointed that they were not permitted entry to watch for the next stage of our descent from free citizenship of Australia to an abject criminal slave.

Of course she had enormous pull and I wasn't at all surprised to see her, alone of all the crowd who had followed us from the courthouse, coming in behind us, eager to see me stripped of my natural hair and thus physically converted to a state of slavery.

She wasn't interested in the others whom I noticed merely passed through a machine that zapped them (they were given a sort of rubber bathing To protect the hair on their heads). I'm told it is a relatively painless operation and is permanent. But rapists are another question and I was held until last and then ordered up onto a table and my limbs stretched out to its corners and chained in place and then two slaves were issued with tweezers and ordered to pluck me clean of all hair from my moustache down. This was possible because I had not been permitted to shave from the time of my arrest and my moustache and beard had grown sufficiently to allow plucking.

It was horrible. Most of us have plucked a hair or two from our bodies from time to time and it is relatively painless, isn't it? But you try plucking all of the hairs at one time and that is a very different question. The thing is, I now understood that rapists even more than murderers are held in such high contempt that nothing is too horrible when it came to punishing them. It was pointless me protesting that I had been framed for they simply wouldn't have believed me. Frederica is not only an extremely beautiful and wealthy young woman but also oozes sincerity and innocence and there is not a single person in the world who would have believed me over her.

She stood there beside the table on which I was secured and gloated as she beheld the pain becoming worse and worse every second as those two slaves worked to pluck every visible hair on my body and they were also encouraged to feel and fondle my muscles and my cock and balls as much as they liked - and this pair obviously did like!

In fact, the officers present even encouraged them to actually suck my cock from time to time and then called me a queer as it responded to their ministrations and erected to its full 22 centimetre length.

And still Frederica stood there gloating but otherwise silent as she watched my body being slowly but carefully stripped of all its natural hair. But that wasn't the worst of it. I am not an overly hairy person (or rather I wasn't) but I had underarm hair, a small smattering on my chest, my pubic growth, and of course that on my lower legs and these areas were now extremely sensitive from the ministrations of those two slaves working on my body while tormenting me or playing with and sucking my cock.

What came next was even worse. Simply plucking the hairs would not prevent them from re-growing and so what they now did was to smear a horribly smelling greasy substance over those areas they had now plucked and immediately they did so, the skin started to burn as if they had spread hydrochloric acid on them. It burned and burned and burned and I flailed around as much as the chains holding my wrists and ankles permitted and screamed while Frederica moved even closer almost drooling as she watched my pain and humiliation.

The trial was held on a Tuesday and I thus had Tuesday night to Saturday morning in the SSC before my body would be put up for auction. This time was spent in a ruthless round of exercising just about every single part of the body all day, every day. There was nothing else.

For security purposes, a tiny sliver of silicon was inserted onto the right testicle of every male and the inner moist flesh of the clitoris of a female. This was achieved very simply with us males by simply making a tiny slit in the scrotal wall, peeling the wax paper off the glued side of the chip and placing it onto the actual testicle itself, and then applying a Band-Aid to the small wound in the scrotum. This chip functioned as a GPS locator but could also receive signals from the slave's owner which included a punishment zap that would have him or her down on the ground in a foetal ball screaming for release from the pain.

We slept in a huge room whose concrete floor was painted into virtual cells one metre wide by two metres long and once placed in there and the system activated, even a limb moving over the painted boundary of your cell automatically activated this punishment zap and so one learned very quickly never to let any part of one's body stray from that cell.

Of course we were fed the universal slave food, Slave Chow which was both cheap and simple to provide. It is made from inexpensive foods of every class in exactly the right proportions and including minerals and vitamins, all stewed together in huge pressure cookers and then masticated into a smooth paste and exuded in half centimetre diameter tubes, dried and cut off at one centimetre lengths. It is very cheap to produce and a double handful night and morning followed by as much water as the slave can take in, is a perfect diet, although rather unpleasant for the recipient.

But then, from six in the morning until nine at night every single one of us then resident in the SSC was put through an extremely demanding round of exercises of every shape and size imaginable, the only relief in that fifteen hour session being to drop in genuine exhaustion whereupon the whip was applied to restore the guilty slave to the workout.

It is totally inhuman - by design. This whole regime underlines to the newly made slave that he is no longer considered as a human being. Like every other child, it had been dinned into me at home and school that the situation across the world by the middle of the 21st-century was so bad that only the admittedly draconian regime that was criminal slavery would be sufficient to curb the crime wave and religious terror that had come very close to destroying humanity. And it did this very much by the horrible nature and conditions that criminal slavery imposed.

If one is contemplating purchasing a slave, he must be sure that he has the ability and the opportunity to impose a regime of hard labour for the minimum fifteen hours per day, seven days a week, no exceptions, that is required of a criminal slave. This is to be continued unchecked for at least a year but may then be continued further at the owner's discretion if he believes it is necessary or even if he simply wishes it to continue for his own gratification.

I well knew that Frederica had engineered this whole scenario in order to obtain control over me and my body and that once she did, I would be facing a life of pain, humiliation and horror. Nothing would be beyond her revenge and as I thought about it, I wondered at her sanity.

Yes, she had been indulged to the point of stupidity by doting parents but I don't believe that either explained or justified her unreasoned hatred of me simply because I didn't wish to be her boyfriend. Of course there was nothing I could do about it. I was now a slave which meant that I had now lost not only my citizenship of Australia, but also my very humanity. Nothing was too bad for a slave! Not that I was or even am critical of this situation. The world had come so close to a total breakdown of civilisation and criminal slavery had rectified that situation almost instantly. No sane person today would even dream of even easing the lot of a slave under this regime.

I was caught in a system that allowed no relief, even from a totally sadistic owner. I don't think Frederica harboured such thoughts about other people but so far as I was concerned, nothing would be beyond the pale when it came to satisfying her so-called humiliation that I had rejected her.

I was lucky in one sense that my body was as well honed from a life of sports and hard exercise that I had continued as best I could during my cadetship with the newspaper. It meant that I could actually relish the hard exercise and know that it was honing and toning my muscles even in those few days at the SSC and so when I came to be placed on the block in the auction room on that fateful Saturday morning I stared up at the countless hundreds of registered bidders seated in the semicircular, tiered rows of chairs facing the auction block that traditionally is simply a butt of a large tree trunk, a half metre high and on which the slave has to stand and pose his or her body in accordance with a sequence in which they are trained so as to show it off to best example.

Bidding on a slave starts at one hundred thousand dollars and may be advanced by any sum a bidder desires but this is achieved by means of a small unit issued and registered to him or her as they enter the auction room and is connected to the computer controlling the sale and also to his or her bank account so that payment may be made at the moment of sale.

I stood there with a knot in my stomach searching around the audience for Frederica but wasn't surprised to see her in the centre of the first row. She was staring up at me in triumph. She had the resources to pay any sum at all for my body and I knew she wouldn't care if it was even a million dollars.

But she was no fool. I may have had a good body but so did many other slaves and the bidding moved up in lots of between two and ten thousand dollars until she tired of it and added another hundred thousand to the last sum. This so stunned the other bidders that I was awarded to her by default, she effected payment immediately, and I became her property.

The knot in my stomach now solidified to a huge stone and I shuddered as I thought of what the future now held for me over on that beautiful island that was going to become my prison and torture chamber.

My trials and tribulations started immediately.