"Mary! I need a ride to the Labs. Hurry!" She commanded, pausing at one of the doors in the entrance hall.

The General heard a chair scraping on the floor, before a slim athletic girl appeared in the doorway. The youngster looked at Jayne anxiously and then made a full curtsy, holding her flimsy skirts out sideways. Mary quickly fell in behind her mistress, before promptly skipping past her and striding toward the front door.

Mary dutifully opened the door for the General, allowing the bright sunshine to brighten the gloomy interior of the hallway. With the improved light Jayne noticed that Mary's normal pure white complexion was acutely flushed. Knowing the girl quite well, Jayne immediately suspected that she had interrupted a prohibited activity.

Her 18 year old assistant was dressed in the regulation uniform for first year probationers of the privilege section. It consisted of a pink latex dress, with a tight bodice, a broad black leather belt and a short flared skirt that swished around the top of her thighs, as she glided along.

The tight, shiny latex bodice, was moulded to fit her perfectly formed pert breasts, allowing her dark areolas and nipples to thrust out from shaped display holes. For a two year period, until they were 20, the probationers were denied underwear beneath their filmy latex skirts. Even then it was an option, which many of the older girls chose to ignore.

Mary's matching pink latex stockings however, covered her legs right to the top of her inner thighs, stopping just short of her smooth labia, which remained out of sight from the casual observer. Regulations dictated that the hemline of the skirt should cover their buttock crease and their vulva by a minimum of 2 inches.

A black leather riding crop swung at her hip from the belt round her tiny waist, while she wore a one inch wide leather collar that sported a gleaming silver ring hanging from the front. The teenager's outfit was completed with matching rubber gloves, which finished at the elbows and a pair of black glossy thigh boots, sporting 4 inch stilettos. In her heals, Mary stood 5'10" high, and weighed 110 pounds, the minimum she was allowed for her height.

Although Jayne had a choice of three transport girls, she had deliberately called Mary, because she was a distinctive individual and one that needed watching carefully. The General wanted to keep an eye on the youngster as often as she could, so arranged for Mary to be on her staff and working at the command centre. It was Mary's first job since leaving the sanctuary of the school system, so she was still settling into her new adult life on the estate.

The teenager had been with her for two months and her willing attitude and demeanour had impressed the General whenever she had used Mary to drive her around the Estate. The girl was from an unusual blood line, not normally found in Maralia. 4 generations had passed since the last reported Maturi birth in the country and as all babies were produced from test tubes, using IVF, many questions were asked, but have remained unanswered.

There have always been stories about the Maturi race and how they were hunted and wiped out in the early years on Wattan. Jayne knew from her teaching that most of the myths were nonsense, but there were persistent stories of shape-shifters and vampires, which wouldn't go away.

People had referred to the women as 'White Dolls' and the men as 'White Ghosts' and in modern language the terms had become insults used at random among the younger members of society. Looking at Mary, Jayne could see how the women got their nick name, but she wasn't sure about the men.

The early settlers on Wattan had been unable to explain many events and disasters that beset them, and in the end it had turned into a witch hunt against the small Maturi community. Every now and then Jayne had heard reports coming out of Glodkin and the scavenger camps that they still existed in small communes in the Freelands, but very few people believed the stories.

Jayne was filled with mixed emotions when she studied the girl, for Mary was living proof of the existence of the Maturi race. It had fallen on Jayne and the women of Maralia to protect her at all costs and try and give her as normal and secure a life as possible.

Her round doll like eyes, jet black hair and pure white skin, made her stand out from the other girls on the Estate. The majority of the white female population had brown and fairer hair, along with darker skins. Jayne had heard that the other girls on the Estate had started calling her the Doll and other names, but the confident teenager didn't seem to have been effected by their taunts and jibes.

The General stopped at the top of the steps and watched Mary skip down to the gravel drive and stride over to where a two-seater buggy waited. The youngster jumped up, picked up the reins, and guided the Pony-boy to stop in front of her Mistress. Mary scurried round and politely opened the low door and waited, while Jayne stepped down the stone stairway and seated herself in the passenger seat.

"Take us to the Laboratory," she commanded.

Mary clambered back into the driver's seat. The girl unfastened her crop and lashed it down on the rear cheek of the stationery Pony-boy. The startled animal jumped forward and quickly fell into a trot. Jayne was quietly impressed once again, by the firmness that the Maturi girl displayed, and made a mental note to take some time to get to know her a little better.

"What were you doing when I called you Mary?" Jayne asked, as the carriage trundled down the drive.

Mary had a cute round face and her glossy black hair was cut short in a boy style. Her skin was whiter and smoother than the finest porcelain china, which only accentuated her large brown, doll-like eyes. The smooth curves of her high cheekbones and narrow nose, were complimented by wide, luscious raspberry pink lips, but it was her sapphire blue eyes that startled Jayne every time she looked at the girl.

The teenager's tongue moistened her luscious full lips, before speaking for the first time.

"Mistress, I was day dreaming and my fingers wandered down to my cunt," she said truthfully, glancing round at her mistress, while carefully steering her Pony down the gravel driveway.

Mary had placed her boots into two recesses on the front rail of the rig to steady herself while driving, so when Jayne looked down at the girl's knees, she found they were spread about 18" apart. The commander was disappointed though, because the soft latex folds of her skirts had fallen between her legs, just enough to hide her modesty.

"I see Mary," she mused. "You know that you've committed a minor offence?"

"Yes Mistress I'm very sorry. It won't happen again," Mary replied, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Report to the duty Lieutenant for a minor punishment, Mary, when your shift ends and she will deal with you." Before the girl could answer, Jayne added "Pull in at the front of the Laboratory."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I will report, when I have stabled the animal."

They covered the half mile quickly and when they reached the junction, Mary steered the trap to the front of the building. After guiding her Pony to the door of the Laboratory and bringing it to a stop, she scrambled out of her side and skipped round to open the small side door for her Mistress.

Jayne stepped down and turned to watch the cute youngster prepare the trap for its return journey. The General knew that Mary's training had been thorough and that she would automatically display her charms whenever she had the opportunity.

The agile trainee slowly climbed the step on the passenger side of the cart, causing her short translucent skirt to ride up onto the top of her peachy posterior, thereby displaying her perfectly smooth alabastrine butt cheeks. The trainee then lifted a leg up a step and paused, treating the commander to the delectable sight of her puckered anus nestling in her smooth valley.

Lower, framed between the top of her black rubber clad thighs, peeped the impressive sight of Mary's white puffy cunt lips. The twin roll of her labia seemed to bulge and clench together, guarding her tight cleft and precious girlish charms. Her labia was so tight that it concealed all but a tiny peep of her virgin clit, while the bright sunshine revealed that Mary's oily labia was glistening, a sure sign that she had been playing with herself!

Jayne also noted that the girl's gold chastity rings, which sealed her vagina, were almost concealed within her soft delicate folds, even though she was clearly aroused.

"Hold still!" She commanded, as she lifted the short crop and guided the supple, leather flapper along the glistening furrow of the bending girl's sex, up the valley of her butt cheeks, and finally pushing the hem of her latex skirt onto her back.

"Behave yourself Mary or you'll lose your privileges," she threatened.

With that she lifted the whip in the air and brought it down with a sharp THWACK, on the girl's unblemished butt. She'd used it with a flat swipe, but the blow would still have been a painful one.

Mary jumped, but made no sound, which impressed the General.

"Dismissed!" she commanded, allowing the girl, to hop up the final step and take her seat in the cart.

Jayne had a satisfied smile on her face, as she watched Mary drive her rig away, before turning to enter the building. She absentmindedly lifted the tip of her crop to her lips and allowed her tongue to flick over the moist end. A flavour to savour, she mused, as her taste buds made a note of Mary's delicate flavour.