SLAVES 3 extract

Jason's parents on the other hand were still in that visible state of acute shock. For some reason there was the knowledge that this couple hadn't got their heads round what had happened to them. They had been brought to Selene's plantation for this spectacle, whilst still in a state of utter shock. It looked like they weren't really 'with it'. And that they were both coping with something that had been foisted on them through no fault of their own. They looked like a bemused couple who didn't really get it, not yet that they would not be returning to their old lives again. There really was this look on their faces, like pale looks, as though the colour had been drained out of them and they didn't quite know why. That was how they had been shown to their seats - all very civilised - family members with seats. Patrick had this expressionless expression on his face, like he had been numbed by the shock that had befallen him, and his wife. And then Susan picking up the programme and spending just a few moments looking at the cover and Patrick just glancing down, that recognition in his eyes of the love of his life Jennifer about to be bred by her own sibling. How could that be effecting him, one had to wonder?

The pictures of both Jason and Jennifer in their young adult states, from the happy days - the times before they were taken. Those pictures chosen deliberately to remind all who saw them, that there was no happy life, or happy days anymore. Those pictures used and designed for maximum impact. And then those words, "JENNIFER & JASON - The Breeding." And it was like those words didn't need any explanation. Susan's eyes opened wide and then she held her free hand to her mouth as though she was stopping a scream from escaping into the African night air. Susan had realised what they were going to see - or not what they were going to see exactly, but she had realised why they had been brought here like this. And there was nothing that would soften that particular blow. David seemed to realise slower. He looked at the cover of the printed programme and he just stared at it. And it looked like there was no reaction at all. But it had to be assumed that any reaction was in his head. Any reaction to what he was seeing and what he was realising was all locked up inside his mind without an outlet.

They didn't really need to open up the programmes and see what was inside but there was this compulsion to do this. And when Denise opened up her copy she took a minute or so to take it in and the longer she did that the more one could sense a change in her demeanour. Kristin nudged her and at first there was no reaction but then Denise simply passed the open booklet type thing over to her. And there was a repeat of that minute or so, just as Denise had taken that minute to take in what she was seeing, so was Kristin doing just that now. Then both mother and daughter looked at each other. They didn't say anything, they simply looked at each other. If anything there was a slight shaking of the head of Denise, as though she was accepting that there was nothing that these slave traders, and sadists wouldn't stoop to for what was little more than entertainment. "Mum, for fucks sakes, they're going to get dad, or what's left of him to bitch Jason - that's like the warm up act to this sick shit of a thing! Dad is going to fuck Jason until he shoots his load up inside him. And then it says here 'the male slave has been denied any sexual release for longer than he can bare so will be ready and needing to insert himself into his own sibling, so to breed her.' They're using language deliberately to shock mum. They're probably even watching us now - to see what our reaction is to seeing this." Kristin whispered to Denise because she didn't want to be heard. But she was right, they were being watched and probably listened to.

"Its a process Stefani. I like to layer the sadism so that it builds and builds." Selene and Stefani were sitting together and were watching the family reaction on Pad devices that each of them held. "I have to give it to you darling, you know how to put on a show. I like it. I think we are going to work well together. Oh, by the way, would you mind awfully if I held on to Tanya for a little while longer. I'm kind of putting her through a process of my own and I hate to half finish, if you know what I mean?" Stefani spoke casually, like she was discussing a trip to the supermarket. She back handed some imaginary dust from her immaculate, fitted black skirt that was tight to her hips and thighs. Selene wouldn't know why, but hearing this woman talk about her lover this way excited her. And what excited her more was that she had yet to see Tanya since she had loaned her to Stefani. "Keep her as long as you want to. As long as you need to. I'm in no rush to have her back." She even excited herself with the almost dismissive way she spoke about the lover she had spent a lot of time with over the years. "Actually Selene, would you consider selling me Tanya? I mean in that lock stock and barrel type of way that would result in her ownership being transferred to me?"