CHAPTER ONE

A JOB OFFER

 

David became aware that the telephone was ringing.

Through sleep-glazed eyes he looked at the clock by his bed. Nine thirty in the morning: quite a respectable time for a caller, but it had been a late night last night. He reached for the telephone receiver and mumbled into it.

The voice on the other end was crisp and clear. "Good morning, David. This is Charles."

Charles, Charles. David sifted through the list in his drowsy mind of names of people he knew. Then he placed both the name and the voice. Instantly he became much more interested and firmly pushed back the frontiers of sleep. Visions of beautiful, naked ladies swam in front of his eyes. They were not dreams, but memories associated with this man. Wonderful memories.

"Charles, yes, sorry, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you. Did I wake you up?"

"No problem. What can I do for you?"

"It's more a matter of what I can do for you. My son Ralph is off to university next month. Some time ago you said that you'd love to live and work here. If you're still interested, there's a job on offer."

David sat bolt upright in his bed. Interested? He would have killed to get this job!

"Of course," the older man continued, "as I said to you before, there's no salary involved, although board and lodgings are free. But the fringe benefits may make up for that."

The visions floated in front of David's eyes again. "They certainly will," he said without reserve. "When can I start?"

Dates were fixed and the call ended. David lay back in his bed, feeling in seventh heaven. The "fringe benefits" in that job would make up for almost anything, because the job was looking after a group of helpless young female slaves!

David Chatham was 27 years old. He was an ordinary man in a mundane job, although his so-so income was bolstered by a drip feed from a trust fund set up for him by a wealthy aunt. He was unmarried and currently unattached, not from a lack of interest on his part, but because he was rather selfish by nature, lacking in conversation, dress sense and flair and far from good looking.

His uncle, now deceased, had introduced him to Charles some five years earlier and had taken him on his first visit to the Manor. The place was quite unbelievable. In effect it was a high security prison and the prisoners were a group of lovely young girls and ladies who were kept as slaves. It was incredible that such a place could exist, totally illegally and so secret, but it did. Every whim of visitors such as David and his uncle could be satisfied at the expense of these poor creatures. David had indulged himself, losing his virginity and had a wonderful time. Sadly, his uncle and aunt both died in a fire a year later, but he was still able to visit the Manor whenever he could scrape together the expensive fee, which was helped by his aunt's fund.

The fund and certain other facts had left an intriguing thought in his head. He knew the slaves were freed at the age of thirty, provided they kept their mouths shut, and were provided with a large proportion of the money their forced activities had earned. Now, it was his aunt, not his uncle, who had the money, and as far as anybody in their family knew (it was his uncle who was the blood relation) she had no known family or background. Although she was quite old when she died, she could well have been attractive once. Had she been a slave at the Manor, many years ago? David knew the place had been going for generations. Perhaps that was even where his uncle had met her.

And now, for three years whilst Charles' son was away at university, David was going to be able to live at the Manor, indulging himself every day. It was a dream come true. He resigned from his job and made arrangements to terminate the lease on his flat. Apart from women, his needs were simple, and he could live off the trust fund allowance easily if he didn't have to pay for food and accommodation. Meanwhile, he was going to have the time of his life.

CHAPTER TWO

ARRIVAL

 

David's rather ageing car, having driven up the long and deserted lane through dense and uninhabited woodland, pulled up outside the gates to the Manor. Talk about the back of beyond, he thought to himself as he got out and rang the bell. The location was perfect: apart from the fact the chances of uninvited visitors happening upon the place were very low, it also helped security in that any girl who was able to get out would still be far from safety. Not that it would be easy to get past the heavy, high and imposing gates and wall: near impossible, in fact. What must it feel like, he wondered, to be on the inside of those, feeling so shut in, claustrophobic, trapped and helpless?

A voice came over the intercom, asking him to identify himself. He gave his name and the voice, which sounded like the butler, asked him to wait. It was a good five minutes before the gate opened. He drove inside and got out as the butler closed and locked the gate. The two men shook hands.

"Welcome to the Manor, Master David," the butler beamed.

David regarded him. The butler was almost circular, a plump man with a round face and almost bald on top. He must have been nudging fifty, but a lot of his girth was still solid. He had something of an avuncular air, using the word "Master" in the Victorian sense of addressing a young man, rather than the S/M sense. There was a hard streak to him, though: David had in the past seen him deal with the girls in a tough and strict fashion. He was not someone you would want to cross. Personally, David liked the man: he had been friendly and helpful on David's visits. "You don't have to treat me like a customer any more, James," he said politely. "I'm now an employee, just like you. Well, junior to you, really." He felt it was important to get on good terms quickly with this man, a little humility wouldn't hurt.

The other smiled. "Oh, I quite like my little act," he said lightly. Well, that seemed all right then; but David promised himself he would continue to be careful. This job was far too good to lose by getting on the wrong side of such an important person in the organisation.

They got into David's car for the brief drive up to the house. "Last time I came up here," David reminisced, "I was in a cart being pulled by an impressive blonde girl."

The butler smiled. "That would probably be either Hercules or Bimbo. Neither are here right now. Still, I'll show you where the equipment is and you can always harness up one of the current girls for a spin." Incredible, that he would be able to do that on a whim!

They pulled up outside the large house. "Let me have the keys, please," James requested. "After we've unloaded your luggage, I'll put the car in the compound and lock the keys away. You can have them whenever you like, of course, but it doesn't do to leave them lying around. Gives the girls ideas." David nodded. He knew that even with the keys, a girl stood little chance of escape, especially as the car would normally be in the locked compound. Trying to crash it through the heavy gates was highly unlikely to succeed even then. But it was the combination of many such hurdles that kept the girls from trying to get away. The whole point, he knew, was to make escape so impossible as to not be worth trying, or even thinking about. He handed the keys over quite happily.

They got out, the butler produced a whistle and blew a quick short blast on it.

The front door opened and two erotic dreams hurried out. They were both absolutely stark naked. It was mid-September, the weather was cool and breezy and as they approached David could see goose pimples appearing on their flesh. They stood, shivering just a little, for a moment before the butler ordered them to unload the bags from the car and take them up to the room they had evidently been preparing. His avuncular air had been replaced with a rather sterner one, which they were clearly afraid of.

As they hastened to obey, David looked them over. The first was a big, stocky girl with thick brown hair in a not particularly wonderful hairstyle. She was not beautiful in the usual sense, but had clear skin and even features which somehow made her sensual, her big, round breasts and generous, ample curves were very much to his tastes. The other girl, however, was sensational, with an hour-glass figure, soft, wavy ginger-blonde hair and an absolutely lovely face. If she had been dressed, she would have stood out in any crowd; but naked, she just commanded attention. The bigger girl looked ill at ease under his gaze, the stunning ginger-blonde rather less so, but they both hurried to load themselves up with heavy suitcases and began to struggle up the front steps to the big house. He noticed they were not quite entirely naked: both wore only one thing, if indeed it was something that could be described as worn: it was a thin, black leather collar around their necks. Worked into the leather were three small silver loops, one at the front and one on either side. The whole thing was neat and out of the way and both girls looked so used to them they had probably forgotten they had them on.

"If you want to follow them, they'll show you where your room is," the butler's voice intruded on David's thoughts. "I'll put the car away and then meet you up there."

He needed no encouragement. It was so nice for them to struggle up the stairs inside the house to the first floor, with him following nonchalantly behind rather than having to offer to help. He gazed at two lovely bottoms, the ginger-blonde's slim and petite, the brunette's much fuller. They entered the room, a large and well-furnished one which looked out over the courtyard. The girls put the bags down as David looked out of the window, noting that there were still a couple more bags on the tarmac. The butler had already moved the car.

The two girls stood by the bed, awaiting his next order. He noticed, as with all girls here, that their slave names were written in black marker pen on the upper side of their left breasts in letters an inch or so high. The ginger-blonde was Pussy and the brunette, on account of her larger thighs, Tree Trunks. He also noticed both kept their arms by their sides, ensuring their private areas were fully on view. Tree Trunks had a solid, large, almost spherical pair of breasts and a more hairy mound. Pussy had a smaller but still sizeable chest, and a thin, wispy covering of golden hair between her legs.

"One of you go downstairs and get the last couple of bags," he said. He had already decided to send the stockier girl, he nodded at her and said, "you go."

"Yes, Master," she said at once and hurried out.

David regarded the remaining girl. Unlike Tree Trunks, who had kept her eyes lowered throughout, Pussy returned his gaze, although she faltered a little. Her face went just a little redder as she saw him staring at her chest, but she made no effort to cover herself up. He had the feeling, however, that she would have liked to, and Tree Trunks rather more so.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she replied in a naturally thrilling voice, with a beautiful Welsh lilt. He gestured for her to continue. "You are the new residential Master, to replace Master Ralph who is going away to university."

"And you must do everything in you power to please me."

"Yes, Master."

"Say it, then."

She took a little breath, and he realised that this was not easy for her. How delicious, then, to make her do it!

"We ... I ... will do everything we can to please you. You every wish is our command. Our bodies ..." she hesitated for a moment, took another breath and then ploughed on " ... are yours to do with as you will."

It was sweet music to his ears. A thought occurred to him. "Aren't you and your friend two of the girls who arrived here as virgins and had your virginity auctioned a few months ago?"

The girl's face, which had already been a little flushed, turned bright red. Her "yes, Master" reply was barely a whisper, as she said it a delicate finger pushed inside the collar in what was obviously a nervous gesture. She gave the collar a little tug, but it did not move.

David's smile widened. "I wanted to come that night, but I couldn't make it." Actually, the real reason was that the price was well beyond his limited means. "Was it a success?"

If it was possible, the girl's face turned even more crimson. "I ... think they enjoyed us, Master." It was something of a pre-ordained reply, but must have been difficult to say even so.

"Enjoy your first fuck, then, did you?"

The girl hesitated, biting her lip. David knew that the slave girls had to be very careful what they said, for they could be punished for anything which gave even slight offence to any man. On the other hand, it was also a rule that they always tell only the truth. Sometimes that would put them in an impossible position, where any answer, or even silence, would earn punishment. Still, he was not trying to trap her now, merely taunt her a bit, enjoying her discomfort. He raised an eyebrow, indicating that he expected an answer.

"No, Master," she replied, and could not stop herself adding: "but that was hardly the point, was it?" Although she kept her voice controlled, there was a faint, bitter hopelessness mixed in with the sing-song Welsh accent.

"No, I suppose not." David was about to press the point when the butler arrived, followed by the other girl with the remaining bags. James regarded David with an amused eye: I must be standing here with my tongue hanging out, thought David. But with two naked girls like these at his mercy, why not?

The butler glanced at his watch and obviously decided to let David have some fun. "I'll leave you to get to know these two," he smiled with a hint of a leer. "I'll call for you in half an hour or so."

"Er, yes, fine, thanks." David couldn't match the sophisticated coolness, although he tried. But James wasn't worried: it would come with time and experience. The urbane, portly butler exited discreetly, closing the door and left David alone with the two nude beauties.

Fighting to remain calm, David sat down in an armchair and regarded the girls. Not having been commanded to do anything, they simply stood there, arms by their sides. He noted that they kept their hands away from their most intimate areas, whatever their personal wishes might be. He saw them exchange brief glances of resignation as they waited. They were waiting for him, for whatever he chose to do. It was an exhilarating feeling, total control of these two lovely fillies.

David pointed to the ginger-blonde. "You: come here," he ordered sharply but without raising his voice: he wanted to demonstrate total but effortless mastery of them. The girl moved towards him until she was stood only inches away, his eyes level with her fine young tits. The word Pussy was the only mark on her otherwise unblemished flesh: her complexion was perfect, the all-over tan helped. She really was something else and she was in his power!

Slowly, taunting her, he reached his hand up and grasped that left boob. She unhappily watched the hand approach, but made no move to avoid it: such foolish resistance had evidently been beaten out of her long since. He squeezed, feeling the soft, sensitive flesh yield under his fingers. The faintest of grimaces crossed her pretty face, quickly wiped away. Again in a leisurely manner, David brought his other hand up and, holding the girl by her left breast, slapped the right one. Once more he was rewarded by a brief grimace before the poker face returned.

How incredibly wonderful it was to be able to treat these lovely young women exactly as he wanted!

He let go of the girl, noting the red imprint of his hands on her chest. Time for a little spanking. "Over my lap, wench," he snapped.

Immediately, Pussy moved to the side of him and lowered herself over his upper legs, keeping just her toes on the floor and reaching her arms over to touch the carpet on the other side. Her delightful bottom was thus pushed into the air and she must have known only too well what that would mean. He adjusted her position to make himself as comfortable as he could with, needless to say, no consideration of her own comfort.

Still, he mustn't waste the other girl. Looking towards the large-breasted beauty who had been watching apprehensively, no doubt only too aware that she could be pulled into the action at any moment, he beckoned her towards him. She too had clearly learned that it was best, or rather least worst, to obey immediately, because she approached him without hesitation, albeit also without enthusiasm.

Now, how to make use of her at the same time as the other girl? He could have had her sucking his dick, but the first girl was in the way. Ah yes, that gave him an idea.

"Take my shoes and socks off and suck my toes, bitch," he ordered. Well, if it was good enough for royalty ...

As the large girl knelt down before him and began to undo his laces, he transferred his attention to the gorgeous bottom offering itself up to him. Measuring his stroke precisely, he raised his hand, cupped it slightly, and brought it down hard. There was a satisfyingly loud "slapp!" and a quiet "ooh" from the unfortunate Pussy.

What a lovely sensation that was! Meanwhile, Tree Trunks had got his shoes and socks off and was beginning to kiss and caress his toes. Oh, sheer bliss! He raised his hand for a second attack on Pussy's bum.

Slapp!

"Ahh!"

Slapp!

"Ahh!"

Slapp! Slapp! Slapp! Slapp!

Pussy had her reactions more under control now, each new stroke brought only a quiet but (for him) stimulating exhalation. Undoubtedly she was sadly well used to such treatment. Another half dozen slaps followed. He bottom was starting to go red, clearly showing where he had hit her. Another dozen on various parts of that glorious derriere and the whole thing was starting to turn crimson.