CHAPTER 1

 

"Stand straight and stick those tits out, both of you, I won't have slouching in front of your betters," the smug-looking Pakistani woman spoke in a crude yet brisk, matter of fact fashion, her smile not reaching her cold and dark eyes as they regarded Kelly and her daughter, Jo. "This is you and your family's first day as our servants and I certainly intend to start as I mean to go on. I hope you will too?"

"Yes Madam, sorry Madam." Kelly cringed, both verbally and mentally, standing to attention as instructed before this self-satisfied and creepy woman who now virtually controlled her and her family. She almost pointed her breasts at the woman, feeling them thrust through her blouse, making her feel uncomfortable. This was all so awful and unnatural. Instinctively she glanced to one side at the tense figure of her daughter Jo, seeing the beautiful youngster similarly pose herself in what could be misconstrued as a provocative manner, the mounds of her young breasts pushing shamelessly through her clothes, her pretty face red with shame.

"Sorry Madam," the teenager whispered and Kelly felt protective yet helpless towards her daughter, seeing the gleam of tension on the strained face. The worst thing was that she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to make things easier or mitigate her position; they were helpless as were her husband and son who had to report to the Commissioner elsewhere in the grounds of this grand house.

The scene had been set just minutes earlier when, after having their papers carefully scrutinised, they had been admitted past the guard hut outside the Commissioner's residence. Although one of the guards, a middle aged Pakistani man with a shaven head and tough looking demeanour had been - surprisingly - relatively polite as he glanced inside their bags, his younger colleague had so obviously relished his position as he gave them a brief airport-style frisk.

Kelly had hated standing legs wide and arms outstretched alongside her husband, Gary, and her family in similar poses as the guard's electronic wand traced her contours.

"Something might be showing up, I'll give you a pat down," the guard had leered, preening his pencil-thin moustache. Oh how she had tensed at the indignity as the lad's hands slid down her sides, brushing her boobs, then to her hips and down her splayed legs as she remained in position. "Nah, looks OK," he gave her a demeaning pat on her backside before similarly taking liberties with her lovely daughter, seeing the youngster bite her full lips her face pained as she stared into the middle distance whilst his hands stroked her. All the while, her husband stood unmoving beside her, his face white with tension. It was so demeaning, but finally it had been over, they had been cleared to enter the compound.

"Oh, of course all private phones are forbidden to domestic staff," the youngster added as they made to pick up their bags. "Please hand them all over now - any mobiles later found about your person or in your luggage will constitute a disciplinary offence." The young guard annoying snapped his fingers as if they were dogs, holding out his hand for them.

Kelly gulped, gritting her teeth. She hated the thought of losing that lifeline to family and friends but knew she had to comply with these people and had in fact half guessed that such a request would be made. And she had, she supposed, already told people where she was going and that she might be out of touch for a while. It was worse for her children, though, kids practically lived with a phone in the ear and she could see the look of consternation in Jo and Ben's faces as they copied her in surrendering their mobiles. But worse, she wondered how it might affect her husband, who she knew was relying on being able to stay in touch with the world outside - but with a shrug of what she knew was frustration he handed over his phone too.

Another guard met them and led them to the outbuilding Annex which was to be their new home, such as it was. They had hardly struggled in and dumped their suitcases when one of the grounds-men took Gary and Ben away to be given an introduction to the demanding outside work they were expected to undertake here, and to check their fitness levels, he had said.

She had Jo had been left alone for ten minutes to explore their quarters. The first minute they had tearfully hugged each other, trying to acclimatise to their present circumstances as Kelly tried to assure her that all would be well. Their rooms were clean, but scarcely bigger than the flat they had left; two small bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/diner. At least, though, they had some security of employment for a while and she knew, gloomily, just how important that was in the current climate.

They hastily unpacked their suitcases which represented their entire lives but when a guard announced the arrival of the Commissioner's wife, Mrs Daktari, they had both instinctively stood respectfully to face her.

"It is customary for my servants to bow before me and my family," had been her opening remark as the plump middle aged woman stood before them, hands on hips. Oh this was gradually getting worse, the screw tightening. Kelly bit her lip but had guessed they would be put through their paces - this woman, his wife, had a bad reputation - but Kelly and her family were fresh out of choices. Blushing, she bowed alongside Jo. "Let's get this right, you are acknowledging me as your superior, your Mistress, so just a little bow is not good enough, you bow deep from the waist and hold it for around five seconds. Let's try that again," the pompous woman demanded.

"Sorry," Kelly muttered, so easily fitting into the subjection now demanded by the ruling classes which was so different from her middle class upbringing. Now she and Jo bent low before the woman, hands by their sides; it reminded her of pictures she had seen of captives bowing before the conquering Japanese in World War 2 - utter subservience and fear of the consequences of not doing so. She knew that they were indeed little better than slaves in the hands of this sadistic and perverted family. Yet, she supposed despondently, that was better than having no job and ending up in one of the compulsory work camps. Anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves in one of society's answers to idle hands in England these days under the new regime seldom emerged again. It was a frightening prospect for someone who had once enjoyed life as a legal executive in the fairly affluent English middle classes until the last few years when society had changed.

"You also forget the proper verbal respect, I am your Mistress; you address me as Madam."

"Sorry, Madam," both she and her daughter whispered, trying to adjust to this new way of life.

"Have you got clean underwear on?"

"Wh... why... y-yes, Madam," it was again a joint whisper and Kelly's face at the indignity of such a question felt as hot as Jo's looked. It was an outrageous question, but one she knew could not be avoided; these bastards could ask or demand virtually anything from them - she knew that.

"As I don't know you well enough yet to have built up any level of trust, and bearing in mind that you haven't yet got your new uniforms and thus you are both wearing scruffy jeans, I shall satisfy myself. Now please remove your clothes so that I can check for myself as to your cleanliness, I know what slovenly cows you Westerners and especially the English are," her voice went sharply up an octave in emphasis, making her victims flinch.

"Madam...! Please, no..." Kelly was shocked and her first instinct was to resist. She had hoped that her whole family having been made to undress before this woman, and the cow's husband and sons, for the demeaning interview a few days ago that the worst was over. Obviously it wasn't. She had tried to unwilling accept the degradation of the interview as being almost a very strict medical when they were in competition against others for this job. Now they had simply arrived here to begin work, not to again be subjected to fresh shame. They were in any case wearing the last of their decent clothes. She had thought smart jeans would best suit the cleaning and domestic duties for which they were 'employed' and yet even that, their best effort, was being derided and thrown back into their faces to heap fresh humiliation on them. And the woman so obviously loved it. Their tormentor wasn't herself exactly dressed to the nines, wearing an old black cat-suit, and although it somewhat bulged around her short and plump figure it still made her look somewhat sinister. Kelly felt trapped, initially unsure what to do for the best, yet inwardly already knowing the answer. She sensed the beginning of a tear under one of her daughter's large eyes. And then things got worse.

Startled, Kelly glanced sideways, her eyes widening in fresh fear as the door abruptly opened to admit an Asian youth in his late teens. She recognised him as the one of the Commissioner's sons who had been present at their interview, and from the gleam of pleasure in his eyes she knew that he had recognised her too.

"Sorry to intrude, I heard your voice raised, Mother. Are you having trouble with the new servants?"

The boy spoke oh so casually, his cheesy smile betrayed by his hands sliding lovingly up and down a long wooden crop. Kelly felt her flesh twitch in dread; had she not heard about the brutal use of discipline by some of those now in charge of these places. Indeed, hadn't she felt the cane across her shivering flesh when being forced to even greater endeavour during the humiliating physical work out at the interview last week? Heavens, how it had hurt and shamed her, a grown woman feeling for the first time the cane across her bare flesh. Although the thin red lines had quickly faded, the shame and the memory hadn't; and that experience was helping to make her cowed now, she supposed.

"You are welcome, Krishna, do come in," the woman beckoned her son. "And you women, bow and then back to attention, stop this damn slouching," she turned and snapped at her victims as Kelly and Jo had automatically slumped from their rigid poses to instinctively cover their jutting figures as a woman does when feeling vulnerable and unsure.

"Please..." Kelly found herself nearly whimpering as she nevertheless obeyed with the expected deep bow, hating the lad's amused smile, before they resumed their enforced stance. Yet she guessed that there was no real choice in the matter and simply shuddered, aware of the boy's eyes taking in the mounds of her and Jo's breasts, jutting forward again. Her fear was mounting.

"I hope I'm not going to have any disobedience problems with you two," the Pakistani woman snapped," because if I do it will impact on you all as a family and I believe you are fully aware of the alternatives to gainful employment to your rulers.

Swish-crack!

"Haah," Kelly had found herself gasping out loud and flinching in dread as the boy suddenly cracked his cane through the air. It was a vicious sound and she preferred not to think of him lashing out at her with it. A gamut of emotions washed over her face until she forced herself to try and stay calm; there was no way out of this now which didn't involve worse consequences.

"Yes, that is the alternative," the Commissioner's wife chuckled in mock amusement at her reaction, pointing her finger at her nervous victims. "I demand absolute obedience and innocent, clean minds which are open to me and without deceit to your betters. And the best way to obtain that is to determine that your bodies are similarly open and clean. You have now refused my direct order, I find that offensive and that matter will need to be addressed shortly," she smiled, her expression an indication of the pleasure that would probably give her. "Please do now obey my orders if you know what is good for you," the hateful woman sighed and sat on a chair tapping her gleaming teeth with a pencil, waiting as her son stood by her side swishing his cane with menace.

Kelly knew they were lost, if they fouled up now the consequences for them, and maybe the country, would be dire. She knew that they just had to all try and endure whatever was thrown at them. They had gone into this willingly and must now see it through.

"Come on, Jo," Kelly nervously licked her lips, shrugging to her daughter, briefly wiping away the tear from the teenager's chiselled and anxious face. "You know that we must." Trying to control their shaking, her fingers then went reluctantly to the buckle of her still smart designer jeans, her eyes flashing fearfully between the two beasts who held all the aces watching her with such amusement.

Although it felt so humiliating to have to undress before spiteful, controlling people like this, and in front of her daughter too, she tried to get a grip and set an example for Jo's sake. She gritted her teeth as she took off her jeans, she had done so before at the interview, albeit in a cubicle, and could do so again, she convinced herself ,pulling the garment off and folding it on a chair. Seeing a red faced Jo similarly begin to strip, she hastily unbuttoned her pink blouse with shaky fingers which suddenly felt so useless and bulbous. Folding the garment over her jeans she stood in her pretty pink lace underwear, again her best - just in case anyone saw it she had reasoned when dressing that morning. She only wished it wasn't so small and lacy. That femininity felt so out of place before the greedy eyes before her as the woman also unnaturally devoured Jo's shivering body now clad only in an even smaller white thong set and miniscule bra. Both stood covering themselves with their hands, wishing their tormentors would stop staring and now smirking.

"Hands away, ladies, and stand straight again you are slouching, I can't see if those things are clean," the woman's dark hands pointed abstractly at their shivering bodies.

Her shoulders sagging, Kelly forced her hands to her side, seeing Jo do the same. She felt as good as naked under the lad's lecherous gaze and the woman's mocking eyes. This was so unreal; she was standing in her underwear and likewise her daughter at the mercy of two vicious swine who had them under her power. She felt so exposed and so did her daughter; this was horrible, obscene, but what were the alternatives? And once you were forced past the first hurdle the others almost became easier to accept; all downhill from here, she thought gloomily. The interview had been bad enough she had thought, but maybe that wasn't the lowest point - perhaps that was still to come she thought, gulping. To try and take her mind off her present vile circumstances thoughts of that ordeal at the hateful interview which had 'allowed' them to find work here, bubbled back into her mind.