PENAL COLONY NINE 

(Velvetglove)

(BOOK FOUR: THE FARM)

 

EXCERPT 1

 

 

Giles found the naked prisoner squatting in one of the standard black metal bondage frames outside his Farmstead. He sipped his mug of morning coffee and admired her discomfort.

The frame consisted of a series of horizontal and vertical struts and cuffs. They forced the woman to hunker on her toes in a 'sit up and beg' position with her knees splayed, bare buttocks near the ground, pussy and tits on display, toes in the mud.

Her neck was bent back in a metal posture loop that forced her to stare up at the overcast sky. The time was coming up to 8.30 a.m. and the sun hadn't yet burnt off the morning clouds. Giles studied her a while, reading the note left for him by one of his Trough Supervisors. Apparently the woman had answered back when one of the visitors to the island's Resort had merely said something to her.

He saw his herd of laborers as animals. Mostly nameless, and hence to be treated as such. He didn't allow any relationships to develop. He knew that guests to the island would think the same way as he did. So the excursion had been his idea.

A popular jaunt offered to Resort guests was a trip to his Farm to see the source of the food served in the restaurants. Provenance was so important nowadays. Visitors loved the small but perfect set up of 'West Hills'; everything so manicured and well looked after, every vegetable and grain tended and polished. Guests were shown the endless rows of half-naked farm laborers that made it all possible.

And those guests who wished to could stay behind and witness the feeding of the laborers at the Reject Troughs.

The note to Giles advised him that this female prisoner had retorted "why don't you try it" when a guest had simply laughed and innocently asked what a particularly slimy chunk of offal tasted like. It turned out that the visitor called Maggie was the girlfriend of a senior bureaucrat in the Economic Justice Ministry. Needless to say the incident had caused a stink.

Hence the female prisoner was waiting here for Giles to deal with.

"Number?"

"O..3..2..6..5..8..F..P..C..9..sir!" she replied, crisply.

He could tell she deeply regretted her insolence. Giles had no interest in her name. Most of his farm laborers had their barcode identifiers inked either at the base of their spines or, like this one, across the lower half of her buttocks. They spent so much time on their hands and knees that their tattoos were more useful there. He could see her navel had also been pierced with a surveillance tag.

"Age?"

"Twenty six, sir."

Based on her identifier, he estimated that she'd arrived about two months earlier. He didn't recognize her face but that wasn't unusual. He had over 5,000 laborers under his responsibility at any one time.

"You let this Colony, this farm and yourself down." He said, coldly. "And above all you let ME and my training regime down."

"I know, s ... sir. I'm sorry, sir. I beg forgiveness."

Giles put his muddy boot between her thighs and pressed the tip against her bald cunt. She inhaled but said nothing.

"The guest you offended is the mistress of a very important man. All she was doing was laughing at your meal."

"Yes sir. Please ..."

He peered over her upturned face and nodded sympathetically.

"Tell me, why did you say what you did to her?"

She grimaced and adjusted her jaw so that she could speak intelligibly.

"I'm s ... sorry, sir. But that woman ... she kept pinching my ... v ... vagina ... while I ate. She was being so unkind and laughing so much. And the man with her ... every day people like this come, sir. I ... I used to be a strict vegetarian, sir. When she told me to describe the ... meat, sir ... I just snapped. Please, sir."

Giles stared at her a while and then chuckled.

"But that's the point. It's entertainment. The guests come for a show. These are important people. But unlike posh folk like you, they aren't over-educated or sophisticated. They don't want your fancy opera and fucking museums. They want fun! You remember that show 'I'm a Celebrity' and the bush tucker trials, don't you?"

"Nuh ... no, sir."

He laughed again. Clearly this sophisticated woman had been above such lowbrow television.

"Well, audiences used to lap it up. So nowadays our Resort guests love to enjoy a delicious, cooked breakfast in their hotel and then to come down here and see you all munching your swill."

"Y ... yes sir."

"And offal is a treat! All those lovely slippery insides. There are laborers who'd give their right arms for a few entrails."

"Yes sir."

"But most of all the guests want to see that our 'Thought Reform Agenda' is working. They want to see proof that people like you have genuinely changed your tune. A diet of slops demonstrates that."

"Yes ... sir. It won't h ... happen again, sir."

He nodded in agreement.

"You're bloody right. It won't."

Giles looked up, stretched and yawned. He'd leave her to reflect in this uncomfortable position for a while.

 

EXCERPT 2

 

"Welcome to Penal Colony Nine." Lesley said and waited until every one of the four Clarks had mumbled a 'thank you' in reply. "You were arrested trying to flee the mainland, I hear?"

Sebastian spoke up. He was an older version of his son; about an inch less in height, receding hair, but the same firm jaw and toned abdomen.

"That's true, Ma'am. But it was all my idea. Not my family's. They're all totally innocent. They should be released."

She smiled. Lesley loved a mix of courage and contriteness. "But your wife happily performed oral sex on the pilot? That doesn't sound like innocence to me."

He blushed and so did his wife. "I forced her to do it." He replied.

She smiled again, turning to Josephine Clark next.

"I hear you made a big fuss on the hovercraft?"

"Th ... they assaulted me ... Ma'am. All those young ... students."

Lesley smiled a third time. Josephine's naked body was indeed a mess. Her file said she was 5' 6". She had brown hair and eyes and a good figure for her age. Her tits were smudged with bruises and her pubic hair was matted. Lesley picked up a piece of paper from her desk.

"Fourteen students in all, apparently." She read from the list. "Five blowjobs, four fucks, three ass-fucks and two facials. Agreed?"

Sebastian Clark opened his mouth to speak but shut it when he saw Lesley raise her fingers.

"That s ... sounds low, Ma'am. It s ... seemed more." Josephine stammered.

"You weren't counting?"

"N ... no, Ma'am."

Lesley beckoned the naked woman nearer, until she was standing beside her. Then Lesley picked up a letter-opener and disdainfully used the blade to prod open Josephine's damp labia.

"Turn round."

She slid the tip against Josephine's anal starburst. It hadn't closed fully and moisture was still visible.

"From now on I will expect you to count carefully. You don't need to learn names. But it's considered very rude here not to keep track of numbers. I will ensure you are mounted many times over the next few weeks."

All four family members uttered sharp intakes of breath.

"N ... no." Josephine's husband whimpered. "Please ... no."

Lesley looked at Sebastian and sighed. "You just DOUBLED the number of men your wife will be used by tomorrow. Do you wish to double the number again?"

"N ... no, Ma'am. I'm s ... sorry."

She nodded, appeased, patting Josephine to turn round and face her again.

"So, my dear. Count carefully because I will test you; every blowjob, cunt fuck, ass fuck, tit fuck and facial, okay? Keep track of them. Starting from now."

"Y ... yes, Ma'am."

"Oh yes, and don't forget rim jobs. Many of our volunteer students like their buttholes licked. Especially by older slags like you for some reason! So make sure you also keep track of how many different assholes you taste. Is that clear?"

Mrs. Clark was wide-eyed in shock and disgust, glancing across at her husband.

"I ... but ... I've never d ... done that."

Lesley chuckled. "Well there's no time like the present. It's not exactly difficult my dear. It may not be to your taste but it's not complicated. Just stick your tongue into their shitters and wiggle it about. Now, go back and stand by your husband."

 

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