SLAVES - extract

 

She left the girl standing awaiting further instructions as she spoke, "You know, the one thing that drives them to do what I want them to do, the way I want them to do it, is 'fear'. They are frightened for their lives and for that reason they will do anything, literally ANYTHING I want them to do. It's a method of breaking and training that I have adopted since I looked into to be a slave trader myself. There really is no other feeling of pure and total power like it. The power that an adult female human being has over others - over lesser humans." Katrina paused, as though she was pausing for thought. This was a woman who oozed her own superiority from every pore of her being. The way she carried herself. The way she adopted her stances whether sitting or standing. There was no argument to have, as to whether this woman was a mistress of all she surveyed. Or that she was indeed a superior woman, a superior human being. One just knew that it was the case. One just knew that this woman had self-trained to be naturally 'better' in every respect than other human beings.

"Take this one for instance - she doesn't know from one day to the next if she will survive the day or not. She doesn't have a clue what her fate is, or where it lies. All she lives for everyday is to serve me and hope that it is enough for her to survive. She knows already that she owes me her life. But she knows as well that at any time I can snuff that life out. And that is the secret you see Selene - she know that her life can be snuffed out in some horrible fashion at any time and so she will serve me down to her bones if she has too. She doesn't have anything else in her life. It's what makes her tick. I took her, broke her, educated her in what I am capable of and now she lives that daily battle to serve me to the best of her ability and hope that it is enough." Katrina was smiling again. There really was this 'shock' that a woman like this, this statuesque woman could be talking so freely, so unconcerned and in these terms. She was speaking to Selene yes - but her words were for the girl as well. Her words were meant to reach the ears of this young brown skinned girl. And those words would have chilled her to the bone even more than the change in fortunes of her life already.

"Get us the chilled Muscadet slut. And polished glasses." And with that Katrina clicked her fingers again and the girl turned, without looking up and was gone. "I have to say Katrina, I am very impressed with the setup you've got here. Even more impressed that you don't get any official trouble, running a place like this which operates on slave labour." Selene was really in awe of this woman, she always had been. It had been the attraction to her in the first place. It had been there reasons that she was attracted to her the way she had been. It had been the reason that she had wanted to get close to her - that she had wanted to find out what makes her tick and then have some of that herself. "Oh you know, the 'officials' are largely men. Men are largely controlled by their cocks. The saying that their brains are in their dicks is very true you know. All I have to do is make sure that the men that count are 'looked after' sexually, regularly and the rest follows. I don't ever, or will never get any problems from the so called powers that be. And the purchase of your own plantation must be nearing completion now, surely?"

Katrina let her words sink in to Selene and then there was the shuffle of those bare hobbled feet again and the young slavegirl was returning with the chilled wine and the glasses. She placed the tray on the table between the two woman and every one of her moves, every one of her actions were careful and measured. As though she didn't, as though she couldn't make even the slightest mistake. The two female dominants watched her. It was like for this very short time that they were being entertained by this girl. Katrina watched more close than Selene. For Selene this was entertainment but for Katrina she was simply watching for the slightest mistake which would be rewarded with punishment that someone from the normal world couldn't imagine in their worst nightmares. It was like a game to her but a game that carried the worst possible penalties for default. It was Selene who picked up one glass and held it up to the brightest African light that was streaming through the window. It was as though she was taking part in the game - as though she was joining in. And there was this wry smile that the two shared as she angled the glass looking for even the smallest of blemishes on the glass - a fingerprint, a cloth print that the girl had failed to polish off - anything at all.

"Flawless darling!" Selene announced as she replaced the glass and picked up the other one. "And now for this one." And it was an almost heart stopping torment for the girl who kept her eyes cast down to the floor. She could have missed something. She could have missed a fingerprint or a cloth print. She could have fucked up somehow. She had to work under such intense conditions all of the time that it would be understandable that she fucked up from time to time. But that was just it - she couldn't fuck up. She just couldn't - if she did, if she did fuck up in even the smallest way possible then she paid the price. She didn't just get punished, she paid the price. And then the words that this poor young brown girl would have been dreading from the bottom of her soul. "Oh no! Katrina, a mark, look, right here!" And Selene was holding the long stemmed glass up for her close friend and mentor to see. Katrina didn't even look at the girl. She angled her head and she looked at the glass. She looked at it closely and there was this feeling that she was extending this glass inspection time so as to cause more psychological torment for the girl. "Slut, go and prepare yourself for corrective punishment. You KNOW what that means, I don't have to tell you. Report to the Punishment Square in one hour sharp." It was all she said.