CHAPTER ONE

 

It started like this...

On a transatlantic flight from London to New York, the stewardesses all strip naked and wander down the aisles offering to sexually service the passengers. They are examined by doctors and police but can give no explanation for their actions.

A week later, in New York, a bus containing the contestants in the Miss Galaxy beauty contest vanishes. Neither the bus nor any of the passengers can be found.

The leaders of a small Baptist sect are involved in a complex financial fraud. Several of them commit suicide leaving full confessions behind. The assets of the sect including its headquarters mansion and attached theological college in the American south are bought up by lawyers representing the Pan-world Institute.

Nobody connects these events until...

Julie elbowed her way through the crowds along Fifth Avenue and wished she didn't have to be in New York in the summer. She had nothing much on her mind except getting back to her apartment to soak off the sweat and grime of the working day. Her job as an 'investigative journalist' had kept her in the city all through July and the first half of August while she worked on a story. Now she had some vacation time coming.

She was about to cross the road and only glanced at the limousine parked on the far side of the road. It was parked in front of a very exclusive jewellery store and a chauffeur, a large Nordic, muscle-bound type, was holding open the door for a woman dressed in an expensive-looking fur coat. Julie looked away to judge the traffic in her path.

Then what she had seen struck her. Getting into the car was her sister Beverly! Beverly, who had vanished off the face of the Earth three years before. When the Miss Galaxy contestants had vanished, no-one, not the FBI, Interpol, Scotland Yard and the Surete working together had found a single trace of any of the vanished contestants or their guards. Their parents had spent thousands of dollars on private detectives for just as little result. When they died in a road crash they were on their way to investigate another reported sighting of one of the 'Galaxy girls'. Julie checked it out after the funeral. Another wild goose chase.

Forgetting her own safety, Julie dashed across the street, only slightly aware of the cars screeching to a halt to avoid her. "Beverly! Beverly! It's me! It's Julie! Beverly!!!!" But already the limo was drawing away, and Julie was left alone on the sidewalk as the city traffic swallowed it up. At the last possible moment as she stood there dumbstruck, Julie's journalistic instincts reasserted themselves. She focused on the licence plate and made a note of the number. Setting her jaw she entered the store from which she had seen her sister emerge.

 

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An hour later the limousine pulled through the gate of a large estate in the countryside of upstate New York and pulled up to halt at the huge front doors. The blonde woman in the back seat emerged and entered the house.

The house was huge and luxurious and the woman made her way to a small door on the far side of the huge entrance hall. Inside was a changing room complete with mirrors and wardrobe. The woman laid down the pack- age she had brought from New York and, removing her clothes, hung them up in a closet. As she stripped she revealed on her left thigh a small mark in her skin, shaped something like a soaring bird grid a seamless steel band around her neck. Engraved on it wore three words: 'The Slave Candy'.

With a happy little sigh, the woman removed a skimpy silk tunic from a drawer and pulled it on. She retrieved the package and left the room through a door in the far side of the room.

The door led to the far side of the house where a huge swimming pool glistened in the afternoon sun. A large greying man, burly and harsh-looking was sunning himself and dictating letters to another woman dressed in the same way as the blonde. She knelt behind a low table, her knees spread apart. She was a gorgeously exotic Negress, her skin almost blue-black and she barely glanced up from behind her notepad when the blonde approached and knelt in the same position beside the man's couch.

"Master, I have your watch as you commanded." The blonde's voice was low and respectful. Without warning the man's hand swung round and smashed against the side of the blonde's head. Stunned, she fell to the pool-side. The package skittered from her fingers.

"Master? I'm sorry, Master! What have I done? Forgive me! Please!"

The man pulled her up by grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair. 'Yes, what have you done, you stupid worthless slut? I let you go out and what happens? You get careless, you brainless cow! You get yourself noticed! The one thing I told you to avoid!'

The blonde squirmed in the man's grip and tears started in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was careful, I promise."

"Careful? Then how come I get a call from the manager of that there store to tell me some reporter is snooping around asking questions about you! Trying to find out where you come from. Tell me that huh?"

"I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me. I didn't do anything! Please, you're hurting!'

He threw her down. "Well it's too late now. I can't keep you here. You'll have to go back to college."

At this the blonde began to blubber in earnest: "No, please, Master. Don't send me away. Candy will be good, don't send Candy away!" She began to lick and kiss the man's feet but he pulled away from her and stood, calling out: "Jackson!"

The huge chauffeur appeared, carrying a large canvas sack and a set of leather bonds. Candy began to whimper at the sight of them.

"Shut up, slut! Jackson, you know what to do."

The enormous uniformed man silently and efficiently brought Candy to her feet, seizing her wrists in two large but dextrous hands and binding them together with the leather cuffs. He then forced her to her knees and linked the wrist cuffs by a length of chain to a set of ankle cuffs which he then snapped on her.

"There you go Senator, she's all fixed up."

"Give me your belt."

Jackson undid the leather belt from his trousers and leaned back to watch as the Senator doubled it up and began to lay it across the bound woman's back. Soon she was screaming for mercy and pleading to be forgiven but the Senator did not stop until her back was red with marks and he himself was drenched with sweat from the exercise. Finally he handed back the belt, his fury dissipated.

"One more thing to do Jackson. The gag."

The chauffeur pulled from a pocket a leather wedge gag. Looking down on the bound slave, he glanced sidelong at his employer.

'Well, now Senator, was thinking I might keep this off of her for a little while. Seems a shame to waste that talented little mouth of hers."

The grey man laughed: "You horny bastard! Tell you what, I'll give you and her a chance to say your goodbyes. Candy?"

The blonde looked up tearfully. "Yes, Master?"

"Service Jackson here, that's an order."

"Yes, Master, at once! Uh please may I be unbound so that I can serve him better?" She looked up pathetically from her almost hog-tied position.

"Certainly not! We'd just have to tie you up again. No, stop making excuses and get your mouth round his cock, pronto!"

Shuffling forward on her knees awkwardly, Candy moved over to where Jackson waited, his huge cock already out of his trousers and waiting.

"Come on, little slut. Get to work!"

Candy whimpered and obeyed.

The Senator watched for a while as the blonde began to lick at Jackson's already swelling rod. Every so often she would send a pathetic glance over to him, pleading silently for him to change his mind. Then the Senator gestured to the Negress who put down her notebook and came to kneel before him.

"Get that thing off!"

Wordlessly, she pulled her red silk tunic over her head and discarded it. The Senator pulled down his bathing trunks and grasping her behind her neck pulled her face down towards his cock. "Please me. And you'd better do better than last time. Or you'll be following Candy. Understand?"

In a low, frightened voice that was nonetheless clear and well educated the slave replied: "Yes, Massa, I understand." And she bent her head down to him, a small pink tongue emerged to lick at his balls and all along the length of his prick.

The Senator smiled. He loved to hear her call him 'Massa' in her college educated voice. It was the small touches like that which made her humiliation complete. Unlike most of the slaves created at the 'College' she had not had her memory of her previous life erased, but at the Senator's insistence had kept all her memories of the past so that she would feel the humiliation all the more. Once she had been a junior Congresswoman from his own state. But she had been too inquisitive about the Senator's affairs and the campaign contributions from the Pan-World institute. So congresswoman Gloria Hammond had vanished and in her place there was only the slave Sugah, who acted as secretary and sex-slave to the man who was once her deadly enemy but was now just her Massa.

The blonde slave had got the chauffeur's cock hard and now he tipped the trussed-up slave over so that her ass was up in the air. He knelt behind her and gave her backside a hefty wallop.

"Now that's a lovely ass. That's an ass built for fucking. Aren't you grateful you're going to get my cock inside you, slut?"

"Yes sir! Thank you, sir. It is an honour to be allowed to serve you!"

"Do you want it in your cunt or up your ass?"

"L ... I have no desire except to serve you sir. You can fuck me or bugger me. I am a slave, use me as you will."

"Right, let's try your pussy first then." And he thrust hard into her.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you. Oh that's nice. Thank you."

"You've never had a better cock inside your worthless cunt, I'll bet you, slut."

"'Yes, sir! Yes, you have a wonderful big cock. Thank you for honouring my worthless cunt with your cock. Thank you! UHN! OH GOD!"

"Shut up and move that arse!"