Slavery 2030

by Mark Andrews

  Every day they had a session around this machine but there were many others, pure agility lessons as well as the more directly related football skills. There were also strength and endurance exercises, speed on the field, jumping and a host of other skills for which Debra could only marginally see any connection to football.

  But Archie was a real expert. He knew more about soccer than most other men alive and his success with training the London Tigers was almost legendary.

  These girls were fit, fitter than the most highly trained marines in any service in the world. They were extraordinarily strong and they could run all day without tiring. They could kick as well as any male and they were inured to pain. They had to be for they got it every day.

  Archie watched Debra carefully. She was the most beautiful of all the girls in the squad and was rapidly becoming the strongest. She was already the fastest by far. But she wasn’t achieving the skills necessary for a football star. If her foot connected with the ball properly, she could kick it further than any of the other girls but her accuracy was woeful and more often than not she missed it anyway ...

  He decided to talk over an idea he had with his boss.

  “I don’t think she’s ever going to be much good to us as a footballer, Jim ...”

  James Hardwick caught the innuendo. “What then?”

  “Why not create a team of track athletes? We’ve got the room for them here and we can certainly train them on the field as well as in the gym. I know a man who is well skilled in training athletes. You might make a killing and would in any case provide another string to your bow ...”

  “Actually, Archie, I’ve been thinking along those lines myself, also about the female wrestling circuit. It would mean when we get a girl as good-looking as this one, we don’t have to abandon her just because she fails to perform on the football field. In Debra’s case, since she seems to be second to none as a track athlete, she might be perfect in that role. All right, set up an appointment for me with your friend. I’ll talk to him and see what comes of it.”

  The upshot of this was that Debra was taken out of the soccer squad and joined a new one comprising of herself and a couple of the black athletes who were fast but not A1 soccer material. This team was to be trained by John Wright, Archie’s acquaintance, who was as skilled in the training of athletics as Archie was at soccer.

  He immediately saw Debra’s potential and put her into the most rigorous training schedule he could devise, as well as the other two. James indicated he would be prepared to purchase more potential track athletes but then John saw Robert and asked what his role at the club was.

  When he was informed the man was principally a pleasure slave to reward girls who excelled, he snorted. “That boy is a natural track athlete, I’ll bet my bottom shekel on it. I want him as a goad to the girls and if you decide to take males as well, he will form the nucleus of that squad ...”

  James wasn’t all that keen on having male sports slaves at the club but he did give permission for Robert to be used with the girls and Debra was very pleased. Now she would once more be close to the man she loved.

  She had watched the girl soccer team play of course and marvelled at the erotic nature of the game. Not that girls were a turn-on for her, of course, but she was well aware that their nakedness on the field as they kicked and otherwise handled the ball up and down the field showed off their perfect physiques while the absence of hair on their bodies added to the lewdness of it all. When she thought of the male teams in similar circumstances she felt a distinct wetness in her loins and she could well understand the excitement of the mostly male audience who filled the stands every Saturday.

  It was the same with the athletics. And there at least, with males performing at the same meetings as the girl slaves, she could watch their incredible bodies as they raced around the track, hurled javelins or shot-put, hurdled or long- and high-jumped.

  John kept pleading with James to enter Robert in a race and eventually he relented. When the young slave won his race by a long-shot, James sat up and began to listen. The prize money for that race had been well worthwhile and if others could do as well as the naked boy had, well, why not?

  Debra and her two black companions also did very well, Debra particularly, but for all their effort and their success at the meetings, they didn’t avoid punishment altogether. This was partially because John’s standards were so high that what would be considered exemplary results by anyone else, was not good enough for him and so the nettle patch and the stationary bike as well as the cane were all sampled by the three of them from time to time. So was the triangle.

  This comprised two boards joined along one edge in the form of a trestle. The joined ends formed a fairly sharp apex to the triangle and the naked slaves were made to climb up on to and straddle the boards so that the sharp edge pressed up into their crotches.

  To show that he could take it as well as dish it out, after ordering her to mount it as a punishment for perceived slackness, John stripped off his athletics singlet and shorts and climbed up on it to sit facing Debra and he too then sat erect, his muscular arms doubled over with his hands clasped up behind his head, staring at the beautiful girl facing him.

  He made her sit there for two hours to contemplate her error and only when he thought she had had enough did he relent and let her off, climbing down after her.

  She admired his courage for few of their supervisors would have been prepared to show that they could take it as well as dishing it out. She also delighted in his body for as a former athletics star himself, it was quite spectacular and he had worked hard to keep it as good as in those former days of glory. But for all her pleasure at ogling his naked body, the pain in her crotch was awful.

  It really felt as if she was perched up on a sharpened knife blade, the edge cutting hard into her vulva, perineum and anus and every time she moved, even slightly, the pain got worse. And yet to sit still was almost impossible. Once more she resolved to use the body of the handsome male opposite her to try to sublimate the pain - to overcome it by thinking of other things; nice things like John’s beautiful body and when that wasn’t enough, she stared over at her Robert, exercising on the mats only a few feet away ... Oh what a beautiful body he had and he was so magnificent a track athlete; no wonder she loved him so much.

  Of course the athletics events they were forced to compete in were as shameful for them as the soccer matches for the female footballers. Their nakedness was mandatory and was the reason for the renewed popularity of the sport, just as it was for all the other sports that now used naked slaves as their players.

  Owners of teams and individual players derived their income as much from the beauty of their sports slaves as from their skill and so, just as in former times, an athlete’s manager made sure he or she had as much exposure as possible, signing autographs, attending charity bashes and the like, now too did owners ensure their slaves were seen in public.

  People could pay to come and watch them train, both on the field as well as in the gym but more than that, owners such as James Hardwick regularly took his slaves, or some of them, out on to the roads to show them off.

  He had had a magnificent coach built. It really was a Masterpiece of the coach builder’s craft and looked like the landau used by Queen Victoria when she went about London. It was black and lacquered to a high gloss while the team’s logo was picked out in gold leaf on the two doors. The interior was finished in plush red leather.

  James sat in the back, while the coach was driven by a young boy dressed in a very smart coachman’s uniform. He sat perched up high on the driver’s seat and even had a coachman’s whip in his right hand while his left held the reins that led down to the front left steed.

  It was these steeds, however, that drew the attention of everyone in the streets rather than the magnificence of the coach. He had selected the best of his soccer sta
rs and his muscular track athletes as well to form a set of ten female human ponies and they were harnessed to the landau in a way that showed off their superb bodies to the best advantage.

  The front wheels of the vehicle were attached to a moveable bogie and from the centre of this a long pole reached forward. It came from under the body and then curved up and forward so it was at about shoulder height of the ten girls. Attached transversely to it were five more poles, each extending three feet out on either side of the main pole. These were shaped to fit behind the necks of the ten girls who then had to reach up and grasp the pole with her hands. Each of their left thumbs was then locked to a small chain stapled to their pole.

  The effect of this position was to raise their breasts and also to display their fine shoulder and arm muscles to perfection while leaving the rest of their totally naked - stark naked bodies, including of course their hairless vulvas, on full and open show as they trotted around the roads of London.

  Only the front left girl was bridled but that harness was quite horrible. It included a real steel bit that kept her mouth open and slavering and the rest of it, the leather straps that went over and around her head connected by metal rings, made sure she looked like a real pony.

  To add to this illusion James had ten tails made and in each case, the hairs that made up the tails were dyed to match the head hair of the ponies. They were attached to their bodies by means of a nasty dildo out of the end of which the hairs - real horse-hair protruded.

  The girls had to bend over and spread their buttocks while the trainers and the boy coachman went along the line greasing the dildos and then forcing them up into their rectums. The dildos were shaped so that the tails didn’t just hang down behind them, but poked up from between their cheeks before curving over and down to hang over their backsides.

  The girls hated them. Not only were the dildos intrusive and rather painful as they trotted along the roads, but the horse-hair itched their anuses and even more the tender inner flesh of their clefts horribly.

  Furthermore, in the pose their harnessing to the poles demanded, their bodies were even more exposed than usual. As either soccer players or track athletes, they were somewhat remote from the public at large. They were there, yes, in the thousands, but they were all up in the stands, far enough away from the slaves that you could pretend they weren’t there and concentrate on the game or the race. Now, as human steeds, they were very close and were even exposed to the hands of passers-by reaching out to stroke a flank or a breast - or even their exposed vaginas - or to tug painfully at their humiliating tails.

  James grinned as he watched the pedestrians take a prurient interest in his girls. They were his bread and butter and the more he brought them out like this to show off their beautiful and athletic bodies, stark naked of course, to all and sundry, the more the public flocked to watch them performing on the field. It didn’t hurt the TV ratings either for people watched a team as much for the beauty or handsomeness of its members as for their skill and the more he exposed his girls in public, the more they watched the shows with his girls in them and so increased the ratings.

  He therefore made it a practice at least once a week to have ten of his girls harnessed up to the landau and then take them out. So that they presented a perfect team, he had a horse trainer brought in to teach them the art of walking, trotting and galloping, all in perfect step, their bodies perfect aligned (leaning forward slightly), breasts all jiggling up and down in perfect harmony - a symphony of movement - each muscle on every girl tensioning in elegant symmetry with the same muscle on each of the others.

  The result was aesthetically pleasing. Each left cheek, for example, tensioned into a solid block as the left thigh pushed the body forward; each thigh cording into powerful strands of hard muscle while those on the other thigh relaxed - all in perfect harmony. And it was the same with all the other muscles of their bodies. Bellies twisted in perfect concord; calves flexed, as did each biceps in turn, flexing in balance with the movement of their thighs ...

  And the public drank it in. It became known (for James made sure his ‘casual’ forays out into the streets were well advertised) when he was about and people gathered to watch him pass. Not that they were interested in him. It was the ten beautiful and naked athletic girls they wanted to see - and if you were lucky enough to grab a feel of one or some of their bodies as the landau trotted past, that was an added bonus.

  He didn’t have the boy gallop them all that much. This was a ploy to show off the naked bodies of his girls at a much closer distance than was possible on the pitch. And it worked. Oh boy, how it worked! His team became the tops not only in skill (thanks to Archie Cross’ expertise as a trainer and to James’ own talent in selecting top girls and young women to train as footballers) but also as public icons of female beauty.

  The money poured in and now, Archie, who had become a sort of lieutenant to James, suggested he take it a stage further. “Why not branch out into new areas, Jim,” he said, looking slyly at his employer.

  “Go on, Archie. By now I have come to realise that when your fertile brain comes up with an idea, it’s worth listening to.”

  “Thanks, boss. What I mean is that your idea of venturing out with the landau has been an overwhelming success. You’ve got the public literally eating out of your hand but they are a fickle lot. What is a success now can pall over a few months or years. Why not build on that success?”

  “Go on ...”

  “What I have in mind is a human pony taxi service ...”

  “But London already has them!”

  “Yes, but not with female ponies. As far as I can find out all of the taxicabs are pulled by huge, overly muscled male slaves. There are none with girls ...”

  “Good God. I believe you’re right again! We could have light but comfortably set up gigs built to take two matched girls ...”

  Chapter 5

  For Debra, her transmutation from a soccer player to track athlete had been wonderful - relatively speaking, anyway. She was still a slave, and would be for another four and a half years; she was still naked - more naked than she could have believe possible with her whole body now permanently stripped of its natural hair and thus denying her even the tiny modicum of privacy her pubic hair had formerly afforded her; and she was still punished - brutally - for even the slightest infraction, real or perceived ... but at least she was doing what she loved most in the world: competing in track and field events and also at a distance far enough away from the people in the stands that she could put her nakedness out of her mind - for most of the time, anyway

  Now though, selected first to pull the landau through the streets and later, the little gigs, her public nakedness was again thrust into her consciousness; she was again made to understand that her whole body, but particularly her breasts and her so nakedly exposed vagina was on full and open show to people who were no more than a foot or so away from her.

  Worse was when she was stopped at intersections they could crowd around and actually feel her flesh. She had to stand there, one of ten girls, all locked by the tiny thumb cuff to the pole, while men, women and even children could move up to her, reach out and fondle her body while whispering lewd comments about what they would do with her body if she was theirs.

  She loathed these forays out into the public streets as one of the team of ten athletic girls marked to take their owner for a spin this day. She was well aware, of course, that it was a spectacular event. Such a vehicle hadn’t been seen for over a century, not since the last days of the old British Empire and even in those days it hadn’t been pulled by human beings. Now, there were the ten of them, all superb examples of muscular, athletic but stunningly beautiful and totally naked female human beings, all of whom were perfect specimens.

  It was true. They couldn’t have been bettered. James and his trainers had ensured by dint of a great deal of hard work (on th
e slaves’ part) and by careful attention to their exercise regimes, that their bodies were as physically perfect as it was possible to get them. None were overly muscled but those muscles they had were toned to perfection and complemented their overall physiques to a tee. There wasn’t an ounce of adipose tissue between any of them and the definition of each muscle and group was stunningly apparent.

  They were very much women (or teenaged girls). None had been fed hormones to enhance their muscle bulk and turn them into half-male freaks. Indeed, all were either classically beautiful or if not, extraordinarily attractive as young women, and their physiques as athletes merely added to this beauty.

  This was what made their regular jaunts out into the public arena so popular amongst the public and was why, with James’ surreptitious leaks about when and where he would be at a certain time, there were always hundreds of people around to watch the girls go past. They particularly gathered at intersections, hoping the landau would be held up so they could move out onto the street and actually feel the naked flesh of the ten girls.

  This was what Debra hated the most. Okay, so she was subject to James’ fingers on her body at any time and both Archie and John, and their underlings had also been free with their bodies, but this was different. This was the public at large ...

  As she stood at a red light and was surrounded by a small group of men and women, all reaching out to feel her firm breasts, slide their disgusting fingers down over her rear and even to fondle her naked vagina, her mind wandered back to James, the man who owned her. He didn’t exactly have power of life and death over her body but it wasn’t far short.

  She was very definitely his to use and abuse as he saw fit and the line between working her to death - or not - was rather tenuous. He could certainly use her body for his pleasure and he had done this from almost the very first day.