I was flattered by Mary's comment, if indeed I had heard it correctly. Because of my petite size and doll-like facial features, it wasn't the first time that someone had compared me to a Doll. I hadn't realized that it was a fetish, until one boyfriend drove me crazy calling me 'Doll' whenever we were together.

Samuel and I were heading toward a two story modern 'pavilion' that was set back from the final straight of the racetrack. There was a dozen or so benches on a banked mound that encircled the racetrack. The wide pavilion was built atop the bank in the traditional Japanese style. The sweeping curves of the roof were covered with large blue tiles.

We paused to let the girls and the trainer, who wasn't far behind. Jog past us. What I hadn't noticed from a distance, I saw clearly at close quarters. The girls were wearing thin white, short-sleeve leotards which had turned almost transparent from there sweat. As they approached, I was surprised to see that all four girls had large tits and nipples which were squashed by the thin material of the suit.

Then, after they passed, my eyes were drawn to the unmistakable bruises of different hues, on each of the young women's pert asses. It was strong, visual evidence that all the girls were being beaten on a regular basis. My heart sank a little on finding out that the regime on the 'Gami Estate' was just as strict as the one I was leaving on board the 'Lady Flo'.

They were all wearing gold bands around their necks and white sneakers on their feet. Their gold bands were different to the one that Harry refitted around my neck once we had boarded the helicopter. I wondered if theirs were, like mine, a restraint to restrict their speech if required.

All the girls gave Samuel a huge smile and an almost imperceptible wave as they jogged by but didn't make a sound, apart from their heavy, breathless breathing. Then, when the trainer passed, he gave Samuel a nod. I noticed that he was holding a thick nylon cord, wound around his hand. Knots were visible on the one foot length dangling from his fist.

We crossed the track which was divided into four wide lanes instead of eight normal width lanes. Samuel led me around the benches, along the front of the building to a wide opening where a pair of doors had been opened wide.

"Mr. Lloyd, welcome back, we've missed you," a Japanese young lady said after turning to face us.

The pretty dark haired young woman was holding a sheet of paper which I assumed she was about to pin to the notice board behind her. She too was wearing a white leotard beneath a navy blue pleated skirt, which was even shorter than the one I was wearing.

"I've missed you too, Kokora." Samuel went to her and gave her a friendly hug. I guessed she was like me, in her early twenties. From her body language, I think the girl wanted more but he pushed her back gently. "Kokora, this is Debbie. She's from the UK and is going to join the sales team."

"Hello, Kokora," I said politely.

"Kokora is the estate's assistant sports manager. Fuyuhito, who you saw putting the sales team through their paces on the track, is the manager. You may address your teammates and the sports managers by their first names, unlike the rest of the staff on the estate."

"Debbie, welcome to the 'Gami Estate'," she was finally able to say. Kokora glanced at my outfit or was more likely calculating my size.

"Can you fetch a kit for me and one for Cassie, Ko? We're going to stretch our legs after our long flight. We'll use the pool afterwards."

"That sounds like a good idea, Sir. I'll switch the lights on." She turned to me. "Cassie, you look like a six..."

"I am, yes, Kokora."

While the assistant manager went to fetch our kit, Samuel led me through to the changing room. There were no signs, nor piles of clothes on the benches. We passed a line of large pigeonholes which contained several sets of clothes, mostly female.

Samuel tapped an empty one. "Get undressed, Cassie, then place your clothes in here, along with your wig. Kokora will be here in a minute with your leotard and trainers."

"Yes, Sir." I knew it was pointless protesting. Samuel wasn't forcing me to do something terrible, it was something unexpected after only just setting foot on Japanese soil.

I didn't think it was necessary to have strenuous outdoor exercise so soon after arriving at our destination. I wondered if it was Harry's idea or Samuel's. I half expected that the athletic young black man was hankering after a replay of the shafting he gave me back in London.

I removed my jacket while standing at the pigeonholes. After folding it, I placed it in the opening then repeated the process with my skirt. By the time I reached the bench, Samuel was down to his underwear - a pair of light blue boxer shorts.

"Panties and blouse off, Cassie, then stand on the bench and place your hands behind your head. I want to take another look at your body."

It was a corny excuse, but I couldn't think of a suitable reason not to follow his order without earning another spanking. So, in the well-lit changing room, I found myself having to display myself in front of the naked black lad.

He reached out and placed his hands on my hips. "Have you ever had any injuries, Cassie?" His eyes roved over my body.

"No, Sir. I've never broken a bone."

On the 18" high bench, my eyelevel was six inches above his, so my nipples were almost at the perfect level to suck. For the moment though, he was on a mission to break down my barriers, using fitness training as a cover. He turned me so that I was standing side on to him. He ran his hands up and down my front and back, ensuring that he felt my tummy, tits and ass.

"You have a good posture, Cassie, and could have been a successful sportswoman if you had been that way inclined."

"Thank you, Sir."

He had just turned me through another 90 degrees so that I had my back to him when Kokora arrived with our kit. "Shall I place it here, Sir?" she asked.

"That's fine. Thanks, Ko." He waited for her to place the kit on the bench and retreat from the room, then placed his hands on my hips. "Cassie, grip the top of the partition."

There was a four feet high barrier between two benches. It had a wooden rail along the top. I dropped my hands and gripped the rail. "Wh... what are you going to do, Sir?" I asked in a timid voice.

"You need to warm your leg muscles before going on the track. Lower your posterior slowly."

I wasn't stupid. I had sussed out Samuel's motives. He had been starved of sex for almost a day and he had chosen me to sate is insatiable appetite.

I lowered my butt gingerly... "Oh," I gasped when I felt the domed crown of his black cock nudge my soft, unresisting entrance.

"Sir, I'm dry after such a long flight."

Once he had penetrated the first three inches of my quim, he gripped my hips tightly and encouraged me to push on. "That's to be expected, Cassie, however, I'm sure that a girl with your determination will work hard to make use of every inch at your disposal. Now, flex those muscles and see what you can achieve.

"Oh, Sir, it's painfully dry," I muttered as I pushed my butt down, to put more pressure onto the top of his almost upright cock.

I felt his shaft begin to burrow a little deeper, then sensing Samuel getting impatient when he tightened his grip on my hips, I began bobbing my ass to keep the initiative and fuck his dick under my own steam.

"Better, Cassie. Flex those muscles. Push on. Gobble more of my cock. I can feel the heat..."

I too felt a change as my body responded to the aggressive stimulation. Little by little, my downward thrusts were becoming smoother and longer. "Oh, sir, your cock won the battle. Oh, oh," I gasped when I felt his crown thud against my extremity.

"That's better girl, go for it..." Despite his grip on my hips, I didn't feel any meaningful contribution from the muscle-bound black lad.

He let me ride his cock until I began moaning and quivering on the arrival of a mind-blowing orgasm. I had been motoring for a minute, when he used the strength in his powerful hands to still me. "Cassie, I'm switching up," he said as he withdrew his long black cock. "I need to loosen this hole...," he added while prodded my anus gingerly.

I thought that he was being considerate until the tactic worked. Suddenly, my tight ring of muscles relaxed a little, enabling him to power his slippery knob through and into my rectum.

"Ugggggh," I groaned when a familiar dull ache spread across my nether region.

Because his dick was coated from tip to base with my cunt cream, he was able to fully impale me with one thrust until his groin was firmly up against my projecting butt cheeks. I had to grip the bar tightly from the moment he showed his true colours and started to aggressively pound his cock into my back passage at a rapid rate of knots.

"Ah, yes, Cassie," he sighed. "This is a good warm up for both of us..." Then, during a dozen or so staccato thrusts, Samuel jettisoned the contents of his nads into my deepest recess while grunting with satisfaction.

I expected him to withdraw, but instead, he began massaging my back while remaining anchored in my passageway. "Oh, Sir, that feel's good..." I wasn't lying. His hands were causing ripples of pleasure to flow up and down my body

His hands concentrated on my back for a minute, then slipped down to my thighs. They stilled though, when voices broke the silence. "Hello, it sounds as though the girls have finished their run," Samuel said, before resuming his energetic massage technique.

"Sam!" It was a man's voice with a strong Japanese lilt to it. When he arrived, he patted Samuel on the back. "Is this the girl you were telling me about before you left?"

As he spoke, the four girls, wearing sweat drenched leotards, filed in and lined up on the other side of the partition.

"Yes, it is, Foo, you old bastard. Have you missed me?" Samuel asked.

"I've missed your help Sam." He paused to look over the barrier. "Girls, get undressed and showered," he shouted, whereupon the silent line of sweaty young women broke up.

When they were standing in line, I was able to see that their body shapes were almost identical, almost as if they had been genetically engineered, however, they each had an individual face making it easy to tell one from another.

Samuel slapped the outside of my thigh. "This is Cassie. She'll be joining the sales team as soon as we've sorted her A.C.D. out."

I wasn't sure if I should say anything as the sports manager leant nearer. He put a foot on the bench to my left. "Cassie, my name is Fuyuhito..."

The dark-haired young man had narrow, piercing eyes and thin lips. His serious expression, coupled with the rope bound around his left-hand scared me. "H... hello, Sir."

He reached under me with his right-hand and lifted my left tit, then ran his hand down to my tummy and rubbed it which was slightly podgy in my bent position. "Cassie, I'm guessing that you're about fifty kilograms..."

"Yes, Sir. That's about my weight..."

While we spoke, Samuel withdrew his cock but didn't tell me to rise. Instead, the manager changed tack by running his hand over my back and posterior. While he was doing that, the four girls, naked bar their gold collars, scampered through an opening, presumably on their way to the shower room.

"Her muscles need toning, Foo, otherwise, she's in good shape." I was pleased to hear Samuel's appraisal of my fitness. I attended a gym while in England but had been getting lazier of late as my habit worsened.

"Cassie, get dressed, we're going to do four laps then take a dip in the pool."

"I'll join you, Sam," The fitness manager said. "First, I'd better tell the girls to report to the kitchen."

With attention off me, I picked up the leotard and quickly slipped it on. With Samuel putting his sneakers on beside me, I was grateful to be covering my nakedness, even if it was with the flimsiest of bodysuits.

I sat down beside Samuel and picked up a running shoe. "Sir, I'm not as good a runner as those other girls." I wanted to lower expectations before we set off.

"You don't have to be, Cassie, but both Fuyuhito and I will expect you to give one hundred percent whenever we put you through your paces."

Having been shafted within minutes of my arrival on the company's estate and seen how the other girls were being treated, I was worried. Harry had warned me that I was going to start at the bottom. I hoped, when I started my training, that Japanese men would have more respect for young female staff, but it looked as though my hopes were going to be dashed...