Chapter 1

 

Anthony Francis Gerald Tremayne, fifteenth earl of Hepburn had known from his earliest understanding of these matters, that he was different from his friends. When, as a boy at Eton, they began to engage in discussions of the naked female body which always gravitated to her 'hairy cunt' as they called it, he found himself retreating in horror. He didn't even want to think about that part of a girl, let alone talk about it.

But he had to. Peer group pressure being what it is, if he hadn't joined in and pretended (as they did) to a worldly experience with certain girls, he would have been branded as a queer, and that was unthinkable-and was, in any case, quite untrue. He delighted in the imagined naked bodies of his favourite film stars, girls in the supermarket and his female cousins and other relatives-but not under any circumstances did that include their sexual organs.

He decided that he would deflect attention away from his sexual exploits and achieve admiration and popularity by other means and threw himself into his studies and his sporting pursuits with an almost single-minded zeal. As it happens, he has a fine brain and an excellent physique, both of which helped him in these areas and he finished Eton as school captain and its champion in gymnastics, cricket, rugger, tennis and field athletics.

And the same went for Oxford, where he graduated with honours in Economics and law. He was also awarded a Blue in all three of the sports that did so: rowing, cricket and athletics

But to return to his sexual desires. Like all boys, he wanted to touch their breasts and kiss them, and he did when the opportunity presented itself. But as he got older and moved on to Oxford, he found the pressure to go 'all the way' with them was extremely intense and the only way he could counter it was to protest that he was keeping himself for the girl he was going to marry. Most accepted this and some even admired him for it.

After Oxford, and now aged twenty-two, he returned to the family seat and settled down to assist his father in running the huge estates attached to his title. Lord Hepburn was, apart from his landed estates, one of England's wealthiest men and this is why Tony, as he was known to them all, had studied law and economics.

Of course he was well aware of his father's slaves. By this time, well past the middle of the twenty-first century, slaves had replaced all servants in the large houses of the kingdom, and also the field workers outside. Education had now reached out to all levels of society and no free man or woman worked as a labourer, those tasks being performed by criminal slaves.

Criminal slavery had been introduced some twenty years earlier as a means to curb out-of-control crime, terrorism and even debt. And it had worked. All over the world, it had been accepted as a far more efficient, cheaper and effective weapon against a crime rate that had become totally unmanageable.

That success had been partly because of the severity of the punishment of slavery. Upon sentence, the new slave was ritually stripped naked-right there in the courtroom, and then transported in a highly obscene manner: suspended by his (or her) wrists from a rail, high up on the back of a semi-trailer, exposed to all and sundry as the convicts of the day were taken to the State Slave Centre for processing and then auction on the following Saturday.

The processing included a total and permanent denuding of all body-hair from the eyelashes down and a highly intrusive evaluation of their physical and mental capabilities. These were then posted on the Centre's Web site to allow potential buyers to make a choice. Those who wished could also book a time to view certain slaves in-the-flesh.

And once sold, an owner was expected to keep his slaves docile. They were assisted in this by means of a tiny chip that was glued inside the scrotum to a male's testicle (or to the inner wall of a female's clitoris) and these could be used both as a GPS locater and a punishment device, emitting an extremely painful shock to the wearer's most sensitive organ.

But slaveholders more often used the traditional methods of physical punishment by the cane, whip, tawse, belt or crop. It had been found that the ceremonial of ritual punishment, often in front of the other slaves, worked far better than a single (if agonising) electric shock to the genitals.

Tony, like his mother and father, had his own body-slave. In his and his father's case, a male, while his mother had a lady's slave-maid.

Tony was not in the least way homosexual and his body-slave merely performed the function of a valet, as did his father's, although he was aware that a slave had no rights at all and many gay men bought a male slave as a pleasure-slave-or, as now known, a bed-buck.

He also knew he could take any of the housemaid-slaves to his bed if he wished. He didn't, again professing to his father that he wished to keep himself for his future wife. The earl admired his son's integrity, even if he thought it rather old-fashioned.

This weird phobia (he knew it was weird) worried him a great deal. He was the only son; the only child of his father and thus it was up to him to marry and have children to follow on. But every time he thought of poking his cock into a woman's vagina (even that of the most beautiful in the world), he felt physically sick. He wondered about artificial insemination, but what would his wife think?

And still he confided in no-one, too ashamed of what he saw as his own shortcoming to dare.

And so, just as he had used study and sport to cover his shame whilst at school and university, now he used a similar ploy at home, checking on the slave overseers on the farms still run directly by his father, going round the fields to watch a gang at some task, or taking on a gang whose overseer was indisposed for some reason.

He found he enjoyed these days, watching the naked slaves at hard labour-for they were required to be kept hard at it for at least twelve hours a day. There were no breaks for slaves, so it was twelve hours of non-stop labour and it was the overseer's job to make sure they all kept at it. Lord Hepburn was a good employer, however and he ensured his paid staff, including the overseers, worked only the regulation eight-hour days and so there were relieving staff to take over during the day. Tony, however, elected to stay with the gang for the whole twelve hours, working with them at times when another pair of hands would help and in this way endeared himself (unbeknownst to him) to them for his consideration.

The earl had a number of muscular female slaves in the field-gangs, firstly because he believed the slaves needed sexual release (well-regulated, but available once a week) and because he found there were many females who were physically suited to hard manual labour and it tickled his fancy to so employ them.

He was aware that the overseers sometimes used the women for their own pleasure but as long as it was out of working hours and didn't interfere with the good management of the slave barracks, he said nothing. Neither did Tony, once he too became aware of it.

For, although he found when he chanced on one of the overseers using one of the muscular female field-slaves, that watching the sexual act between a man and woman (whether slave or free) was just as abhorrent to him as the idea of doing it himself, he also knew it was a common practice and a perk of the office.

But when he realised from this just how bad his phobia was, he felt even more depressed about his future and his only relief from it was his daily inspection of the slave-gangs, something he took over from his father upon his return home. He actually delighted in reviewing the lines and physically inspecting those females to whom he took a fancy. He never touched any of the male slaves, although he could admire their muscular bodies in a clinical sense. And he only chose to inspect females whose sex was of the closed, hidden type. He wouldn't even look down at one that was open, fleshy or even puffy. But as long as there was just the narrowest of slits and no sign of a clitoral bud or, God forbid, the inner lips, he could delight in running his brown hands over her face, neck, breasts, belly, thighs and buttocks. He never touched her vagina or went anywhere near it, but the rest of her body was delightful.

He also supervised, and sometimes carried out all physical punishments not administered in the field and found that he enjoyed this, too. He even relished watching the males caned, he found and wondered why. But watching a female stretched down along the caning bench, her wrists and ankles secured, and then subjected to twenty or more strokes of the cane, belt, tawse or crop to her so boyish and muscular buttocks was wondrous and when he tried it out himself, discovered he had a real knack for it.

He recognised the sadistic streak in him but reasoned that all slave-owners or supervisors had to have at least a bit of it or they would find the physical chastisement of their charges extremely distasteful. But he didn't go overboard and was fair in awarding punishments for sloth, disobedience, cheekiness or the like.