Chapter One - Xanxta

 

To some extent, Tom Jefferson mused, my slave Ellie, well, she didn't exactly start this but she did indicate the mood.

A few weeks ago, there had been a gathering of the dozen wealthiest men in Xanxta, of which he was one. The overt theme had been for them to bring and share their slave girls. Xanxta being a place where there were many captive slave girls. All of the men owned at least one slave, all of them young, lovely and compliant, so the "bring and share" theme was reasonable enough, but Tom knew there was a hidden agenda. Men were being discreetly sounded out by the two instigators of the party, Matthew Johnson and Bruce Hancock. They had steered conversation quite deliberately towards how the men treated their slaves. Ellie had, with permission to speak but unplanned by him, voiced her view that she loved and worshipped her master. Leah, his other slave, had then said the same.

Johnson and Hancock had been carefully ascertaining which among the men there had developed their slaves to the point where the slaves showed similar loyalty. It turned out that quite a few had. Some, like the rather obnoxious Tyler Mason, certainly had not. Tom was not sorry to see that Mason had not been invited to this second meeting. Others had also not been invited, for similar reasons, but a few extra men had been invited in their place, to make it back up to about a dozen men in total. All had again brought their slaves, but the slaves were excluded from the meeting itself. They had been taken to a second room and allowed to chat amongst themselves. In fact, however, a slave girl called Lucy who, although this was not generally known, was a volunteer slave, something unique in Xanxta, had been tasked with ascertaining the slaves' feelings towards their owners. Ellie and Leah, who knew Lucy slightly and had nailed their colours very firmly to the mast at the previous meeting, had been enlisted to help Lucy with this. The other girls, of course, were unaware of what Lucy and her helpers were doing, and none of the three girls had been given any slightest inclination as to why this information was being sought.

Johnson opened the meeting.

"Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. To get straight to business: we are all slave owners, but we are all men who treat our slaves well and our slaves are, more or less, settled and even happy in their positions in life. However, many other masters in Xanxta are less enlightened. The Xanxta situation also leads to difficulty when slaves grow old and are no longer suitable for the uses to which we put them. These slaves cannot be released and so often end up as domestic or worker slaves in conditions which perhaps we ourselves would not like to see girls who have given us good service end up in.

"As you may be aware, there are two other settlements in the world that we know of where slavery is openly practiced. The first is Corvalle, in Chile, which is run on very similar lines to Xanxta. The other is the place known as the Island, off the coast of Florida, which goes somewhat to the other extreme, as all of the girls there are entirely volunteers. We feel that it would be useful to have something in between, where slaves may not exactly be volunteers as such but are not held completely against their will, so that security is less of an issue and the girls can, at some point when their sexual attraction has declined through age, be released back into the wild."

"Most of them would need quite a bit of rehabilitation and support to adjust back to free life," somebody pointed out.

Johnson nodded. "Yes, that is accepted, but not impossible to do. The additional point about needing lighter security is that those of us who carry on various forms of legitimate business could do so more easily there. Internet connections to the rest of the world could be more open and visitors could be accommodated with less difficulty. The hospitality we could then offer such visitors could be, shall we say, a good sales enticement."

"Are you suggesting setting up a completely new settlement?" somebody asked.

"Yes," Johnson confirmed.

"Any ideas as to location?"

"We have better than that. As you may be aware, a few years ago the Island's activities became known to the world. The exposure was intended to stop them, but it had the opposite effect. Not only did they turn out to be entirely able to do what they do, the publicity led to a flock of applications from young ladies wanting to go there, and men as well, of course. The Island's owner, not wanting to crowd out his rather idyllic island, purchased a second, at the time uninhabited, island, also in the gulf of Mexico and in fact the nearest island to his own, to develop a sister colony. However, the tsunami of applications did not last and he shelved the idea. Now he is open to the idea of selling the island to us. The infrastructure on the island is all there, it would only take a couple of months to adapt and bring up to our specifications. The full organisational and financial proposals are in the folders under your chairs."

Tom and the others picked up the folders and looked through them. As a businessman, he was able to assess the project quickly, as were most of his colleagues in the room. The structure was sound and well thought through. A corporation would own the island, with each of the men being shareholders; the wealthier of the men could invest more heavily, with consequently greater returns and policy influence. He would need to go through the supporting documentation more thoroughly later, but at first glance it looked solid. A variety of ways of sourcing new girls were identified, none of which went as far as abduction. Tom wondered if he was growing soft: both of his slave girls, Ellie and Leah, had been acquired via abduction, indeed had been identified by him as targets and then kidnapped to order, although both were now contented slaves.

That set him thinking about his household. Bill and Ben, his two servants, would happily come with him, and they were both trusted lieutenants not only in the day-to-day handling of the girls but with his business affairs as well. His cook would also come: the slimeball would never get any other girls any other way, and it always amused Tom to watch Ellie, who found the cook vile (though she was quite happy with his excellent cooking) have to tend to his physical needs. Ellie and Leah, of course, were his slaves and had no say in the matter, both would go wherever he went. At least, Leah said that, but if it meant giving up the boy friend, Adrian, that Tom allowed her to have, that would test her resolve. If it came to it, would he consider selling her to Adrian? He had become quite fond of Adrian in a fatherly way and the young man would be heartbroken to lose his contact with Leah. Tom would still have Ellie, who was wonderful, but he had grown accustomed to having two beautiful young slave girls at his beck and call rather than one. He could always buy a replacement for Leah, but she was one Hell of a slave and would be very, very difficult to replace. Or maybe Adrian would consider coming too? He was coming to the end of his college course, which was business-oriented, and Tom could easily find a role for him in the business.

Life had been easier, Tom reflected with mild ruefulness, in the old days when he was ruthless.

 

***

 

The meeting having finished, Tom and the other men emerged into the other room where the slave girls were chatting. Immediately, all of the girls stopped their conversations and hurried to present themselves to their owners, Ellie and Leah included. Her surveyed his two naked young beauties and discretely asked, "have you finished your task?"

"Yes, master," said Ellie. "We just have to compare notes with Lucy, and then she can report back to her master with the information."

That would be a key part of the project information, Tom mused, but his girls did not need to know that. "Very well," he said. "Taxis have been arranged for us, so I will leave you two to do that and then make your own way home."

"Yes, master," both girls said in unison. They would have to make their way across town, stark naked, to the other side of the town where the house was. They would be fair game for any man who encountered them, for anything up to but not including full sexual intercourse, and both girls knew it, but they both accepted it, not that they had any choice.

Taking his folder with him, Tom exited the meeting building. Sure enough, a group of taxi carts awaited, each one with a naked girl harnessed to the front of it. He selected one, pretty much at random. The pony girl was a buxom, solidly built girl with long blonde hair tied back from her face. Her harness, like all pony harnesses, left the essential parts of her body bare and vulnerable. The cart was a rickshaw type, with two long handles which she grasped with her hands and which her wrists were locked to. She saw him approach her and immediately knelt down so that the handles were lowered and he could easily step over them and into the cart. As soon as he had done so - she could not turn round to see, but she would be able to feel the weight in the cart - she stood up once more, waiting for instruction. Tom settled into the cart, gave her his address and ordered a walking pace, in fact told her to take a "scenic route". He was in no hurry, and had much to ponder. Taking up the reins, he flicked them so that they impacted on the back of her bare shoulders. It would not hurt her, but it was a message to her to move off. She could not speak, both because of the bit in her mouth and because it was not allowed.

The girl pulled the cart smoothly into motion. Idly, Tom looked at her. Her bottom was quite large, round and deeply tanned, and showed several whip marks. Her back also showed marks, longer lines this time, and it also gleamed with perspiration. The long blonde hair would normally have reached almost to her waist, but was tied off to the side to leave her back open to the whip which was currently holstered by Tom's side.

She walked steadily for five minutes, whilst he reviewed the meeting in his mind and decided on various courses of action, subject to a more detailed study of the folder. The sweat was pouring from her now. It was time he got home, Tom reflected, as he would have things to do. He took the whip from the holster and lashed it across her bare back, not full strength but enough to sting, and his stroke was rewarded by a gasp from her.

"Trot," he ordered.

Immediately the girl moved into a trot, steadily accelerating until she reached the required speed. All ponies, of course, are well trained, so that the rider has a comfortable journey. Tom didn't need to have lashed her, the order enough would have been sufficient, but ponies need the lash. He had noted from the briefing that the main settlement on the island was flat, on the plain not far above the primary beach, and therefore pony girls could be operated there. However, the rest of the island was more hilly, which would be more problematic. There were some nice-looking dwellings on the hillside, which no pony could possibly pull a cart up, and the island's hinterland was hilly, with some nice walks but again not where a pony could go, but the island did look beautiful and inviting.

Chapter Two - Xanxta (by Tom Jefferson)

 

We turned into the rather select street where my house, or mansion as some call it, is. The pony did not know which house to stop outside, so I pulled on the reins as she came close to it and she slowed to walking pace, and then I pulled again as she drew level with the front entrance. Steam was visibly coming off her sweating body now. She knelt down to lower the handles so that I could get out, and then stood once more. "Stay," I ordered her, and rang the gateway bell. It should have taken Bill or Ben a minute or so to emerge, but Bill was there almost immediately. How the two of them do it, I don't know: I swear, I wonder sometimes if they have placed a tracker on me.

"Good evening, sir," Bill said politely.

People get the wrong idea about my two employees, often intentionally on our part. Both of them are big men, muscular and from Middle Eastern backgrounds. I don't actually even remember their actual names: I called them Bill and Ben almost as a joke when we first met, and they were amused once they found the cultural reference and were more than happy to keep the names. They can sometimes look like sinister thugs and that is an appearance they sometimes cultivate on purpose: for a new slave, being broken in, it is a definite advantage for us, and in business, well, they have been able to convince the occasional debtor to pay up just by their appearance. But both are intelligent and well educated and have absolutely perfect English. Their main role is actually to assist with my business work, and they are good at it.

"Evening, Bill," I said affably. "Can you see to the pony, please, and then could you and Ben come out here for a chat?" I settled into one of the garden chairs, underneath a pleasant sun shade.

"Of course, sir." Bill was already filling a bucket from a cold water tap in the garden. When it was full, he took it to the pony girl. She gratefully dipped her face into it and there were loud slurping noises as she sucked water in, drinking as best she could with the bit in her mouth. Bill then tossed the rest of the contents of the bucket over her steaming body. More steam came off her. He refilled the bucket and tossed a further bucket-load of cold water over her. Her body temperature would now be returning to normal. He filled the bucket one final time, allowed her to drink some more, and then the rest of the water was tossed over her once more. Leah has told me that for an overheating pony girl, having a bucket of cold water tossed over you is a shock, but a wonderful one. Bill gave the girl a none-too-gentle slap on her bottom and the girl moved off. Her standing instructions would be to return to the main pony taxi rank in the town centre, unless somebody else flagged her down on the way.

Ben joined Bill and I motioned them to sit around the garden table. We were far enough from the road that we would not be heard, and there were no neighbours near enough either. I explained the project and showed them the folder. Both asked key questions, some of which I could answer from the briefing I had been given, some of which the folder could answer and some of which we had no answer to at this time. Bill made a list of those and undertook to contact Messrs Johnson and Hancock to ascertain the answers, whilst Ben would make some independent and discreet checks into things. Both fully understood that this was to remain confidential for now, although Hancock had said that the Xanxta authorities had been told of the idea and this was not a conspiracy. The response of the Xanxta rulers had not been negative: there was no shortage of people with money wanting to settle in Xanxta, and a ready enough supply of female slaves. Indeed, both the Xanxta Council and the government of the country in which it lay, which secretly supported it, had been feeling for a while that the original intention of the place, which was to reward key members of the government and their friends, as well as enslaving daughters of prominent political opponents as punishment, hostages and potential dishonouring of their families, and all this was being lost as the place gained more and more Western residents and slaves. So, there was goodwill on both sides, which would be very useful. Nevertheless, it was best to keep things reasonably quiet and discrete for now.

I remained in the garden, considering things, and was still there when Ellie and Leah arrived home.

It occurs to me that I haven't yet described my two slaves to you, so here goes. Both of them are nineteen, Leah only just having celebrated her birthday and Ellie a couple of months older. Ellie is small and slender, weighing just 50 kilos, with soft, straight, glossy dark hair which comes to just touch her shoulders. It used to be longer, but I've taken the decision recently to have her, or rather a hairdresser, cut it to the new length, and of course it is entirely my decision. She has a good figure, hour glass without being brash, with nice boobs, round and firm, a slim waist and a very cute bottom, which she considers, and I agree, to be her best feature. It has to be said, though, that she has a very pretty face too, with big wide hazel-brown eyes which give her an innocent look. Her pubic hair, for some reason, naturally grows in just a tuft above her sex, giving rise to one of my two nicknames for her, "Tufty", the other bring "Bubble Butt". These days, though, I mainly call her just Slave Ellie. As most men in Xanxta do, I keep my two slaves permanently naked. Around the household of myself, Bill, Ben, the cook (who she finds vile and slimy), and our regular visitor Adrian, Ellie has pretty much fully adjusted to her nudity, but she still to this day remains more self-conscious when out in public naked, so her walk back from town would not have been entirely comfortable to her, quite apart from the risks that their vulnerability entails. She has been a slave, my slave, for nearly a year now, so that self-consciousness is evidently not going to go away. I'm quite happy with that.

Leah is a bit bigger than Ellie, but not a large girl either, weighing about 57 or 58 kilos. She has light brown hair, swept back into a pony tail which naturally reaches just slightly lower than Ellie's - again, my choice in the way she wears it. Although the light brown is her natural colour, her pubic hair is a little darker and more coarse. Leah also has a pretty face, but whereas Ellie has those big eyes and a cute little nose, Leah's sky-blue eyes look full of challenge and mischief and there is always a hint of a smile around her mouth. Body-wise, every inch of Leah's perfectly toned, lithe frame screams "athlete". Her legs and arms have just the right balance between musculature and femininity, her tummy is perfectly flat, her bottom beautifully sculpted, and when she walks, it is like watching a tiger move, sinuous and naturally sexy. Her boobs, like Ellie's, are very firm, not too large but nicely shaped with nipples that tend to jut out a little as if she is challenging you. But then, there is always that sense that Leah is challenging, even though she is as fully domesticated a slave as Ellie. Leah has come to terms more than Ellie with perpetual nudity, even though Ellie has been a slave for longer, but Leah has told me that sometimes it still gets to her too. Again, that suits me fine.

Both girls were identified by me during my trips to England as girls I wanted to 'acquire'. Both girls were subsequently kidnapped to order and brought to Xanxta. In those days, and it was not so long ago, I used to enjoy taming girls and breaking them in, and then selling them and moving on to pastures new. I tamed Ellie easily enough; Leah was tougher, but she fully capitulated in the end. All girls do, sooner or later: the mounting pain will get worse and worse until they give in, and it is when they realise that that they usually also realise there is no alternative to surrender. More often than not, and this was the case with both of these two, they tell themselves it is only a temporary submission until they can find an escape route, but gradually they come to realise that there is no escape route, and by then it is too late: they are tamed and just can't go back to the pain of resistance.

I maintain that girls have to be first tamed and then trained. They become 'tamed' when they will do as they are told, without hesitation (mostly, at least) and no matter if it is something unpleasant. Then the further stage of being "trained" is when they reach the point that they will do, without being told, whatever it takes to please their master, not for fear of punishment but just because it is what they should do.

I first tamed and then trained both of them, but then something else happened. Of their own volition, first Ellie and then Leah went to another level: they came to completely and whole-heartedly accept that they were owned by me, and that they were my slaves down to the very core of their beings. Ellie, quite simply, fell in love with me, not as an equal but as a slave loving her owner. With Leah, it was slightly more complex: she met a young man, Adrian, just a year or so older than herself, and they fell immediately in lust. Given that she was stark naked when they met, and that he is a handsome and muscular hunk, it is perhaps not surprising, but it actually quickly went deeper than that. He loves her, no question about that; I'm not entirely she if she actually loves him, but she is certainly very, very fond of him. She expected me, when I found out about their relationship, to put a stop to it. I didn't, and instead welcomed Adrian into the 'family'. She was so taken aback by that act of kindness on my part that it finally pushed her to the same level of feeling about me as Ellie. I like Adrian a lot: he is polite, good company, considerate. I never had a son, but if I had, I would have been very happy if he had turned out like Adrian, so yes, I suppose I'm making him a substitute son; given that I'm in my early fifties, he would be the right age. But Adrian is honest and genuine and likewise genuinely likes me, so it's a win-win situation all round. And Leah is adamant that I always come first.

I love both of my slave girls.

 

***

 

"Good evening, master," Ellie trilled as she came into the garden, and proceeded to kiss me on the cheek.

Kissing on the cheek is not how slaves should greet a master. I spun her round and gave her a resounding smack on her bare behind. It must have stung quite a bit, but Ellie just trilled, "thank you, master." Only now did she kneel in front of me. She is a little minx.

Now Leah came up to me and kissed me on the other cheek, and then immediately turned round and stuck her bottom out for similar treatment. I gave her a stinger too, which Leah also acknowledged with a "thank you master" before also kneeling in front of me.

I glowered at both, but inwardly it was a different matter. Both girls right now would be feeling the sting in their bottoms, and both would have known what they would get by kissing me without permission, and both did it anyway. It was their way of showing their love and submission. Nevertheless, one has to maintain discipline.

"Did you get molested on your way back?" I asked evilly.

Leah actually gave me a wouldn't-you-like-to-know look, but Ellie answered. "No, master. We took the detours and quiet streets."

"I see," I said.

Ellie quailed a bit. "You didn't say we shouldn't, master," she added.

"No, I didn't," I said. "However, tomorrow - no, tomorrow is Sunday, let's make it Monday - you will both take a walk into town and ensure that you are molested, repeatedly."

Both girls flinched slightly, but both said, "yes, master" without hesitation. And I knew that despite this, neither of them regretted the kiss gesture that they had made. Is it any wonder I love both of them?

"Now," I went on, "what did you learn from the other slave girls?"

"None of them love their owners as much as Leah and I do, master," said Ellie, pointedly I thought, "but they do all love their owners and accept their position in life." Leah confirmed this, and the two of them both gave a little more detail.

"Very well," I said. I glanced at my watch: it was just coming to seven o'clock. "Go and help the cook get evening meal together. Ellie, I will see you at ten o'clock tonight in my room." She would be spending the night with me. Leah was due to entertain Ben. Normally, Adrian would come on a Saturday or Sunday evening, then again Tuesday and Thursday evening, and stay the night with Leah, with my permission and blessing, but he had college exams all next week, so she was not due to see him until Friday night after they had all finished. No doubt they would be making up for lost time then!