by Mark Andrews
She had never been a promiscuous girl. Her mother and father had been very strict so far as her morals were concerned (as much as they were with every other aspect of her life) but over and above their constant railings against such unladylike behaviour, there was her own inherent modesty and a concern to keep herself for the man she was going to marry.
Oh she had dated boyfriends, of course. And she had let them kiss her, feel her beautiful breasts and on one occasion, with Peter Jones-Smythe, the boy she thought she had really loved to even allow him to make love to her. She had been utterly devastated to discover he had a number of girls to his string and had only been interested in her body and had never repeated the event but it was too late; at the time of her conviction she had no longer been a virgin and that was all that counted.
She well remembered James’ summons to his suite that first night. It was her second night at the club and she had gone to the dormitory to sleep with the other girls and had even laid her naked body down to await the click of the manacles over her wrists. It hadn’t happened and then the duty trainer had beckoned her back up off the wooden bed. “Come, slavegirl,” he had said. “You are wanted elsewhere ...”
He had led her off to the suite of rooms reserved for the club’s owner and had been left inside the door. “Come in, slavegirl. Let me look you over once more,” said James softly as he stared at the somewhat frightened vision of loveliness standing before him.
She stood there, uncertain of what pose to adopt now that she was in her owner’s rooms and so stood naturally, feet together, hands by her sides. She truly was a vision. Her skin was so smooth and soft and yet the years as an athlete had already turned her muscles and therefore her overall shape, into what he considered to be the epitome of female perfection. Oh they could certainly improve her but it would be marginal. She was already nigh on perfect, he thought as his eyes raked up and down her slender but athletic form.
He moved up closer to her and picked up her chin in his hand, raising her face up to his. “You are frightened, girl?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You have no reason to be. I am going to give you a great deal of pleasure this night ... I know you are not a virgin but I don’t know how much experience you have had?”
“Not much, Master. Once, actually.”
“And it wasn’t a pleasant experience?”
“No, Master ... I thought I loved him ...”
He smiled. “How many times have I heard those same words ... but not tonight. Tonight you will delight in sex - just remember you are a slavegirl now and have no say in what I do with your body. Give yourself up to the pleasures I am about to create in your body without any thought to morals or what is right or wrong, for here, I, and I alone am the arbiter of those considerations ...”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.” She meant it too. She was an intelligent girl and was easily able to draw the distinction that as a slave ... as a human being who was owned by a man, such distinctions as morals and ethics were immaterial to her.
He let his hands stray down to her lovely breasts, those beautiful orbs that were so firm, so upstanding, and crowned with the delicate coral areoles and the only slightly darker nipples now erect, and teasing the palms of his hands as he allowed them to stroke over the twin mounds. Then, after a few minutes during which he told her how beautiful she was; how much her wonderfully athletic body appealed to him, he let one hand stray down her belly, delighting in the feel of the warm planes of hard muscle.
He always soothed the new girls with soft words and then roused them, finding that they responded sexually much better to his advances when he played up to them in this way than if he had merely demanded their flesh, backed up by threats of cane, whip, or one of the other disciplines in the gym.
He wanted their love making to be two-sided and not constrained by fear and he got it - usually. He was pretty sure he would get it this night, too. He had already seen the fear on Debra’s eyes fade, to be replaced by surprise and then wonder as his expert hands touched her in places she didn’t even know about - and slowly roused her to a fever pitch of excitement.
“All right, girl, now pose for me while I prepare myself ...”
She did. She began to undulate her body and, guessing he really got off on her muscles, flexed them for his pleasure, now sure about it when she saw his eyes sparkle as her body rippled and corded. She flung her arms and legs about, thrust her breasts out at him, now quite abandoned in her approach to this event. It wasn’t that she had suddenly become wanton; it was more that she had heard what he had said about her body belonging to him and that her former moral code was now of no use at all. Further, for all his forty-two years, he was still a handsome man and although she hadn’t yet seen his body, she knew he was going to be fit from his overall appearance and the way he carried himself.
For his part, James stared at her in astonishment. He knew she came from an upper-crust background and that she had, to this time in her life, been a somewhat staid person. Now, all that was belied by the way she presented her body; or rather, and more truthfully, she recognised she was now a slave, for better or worse, and had better get into the spirit of it, or else.
Still, he thought, as he stared in open-mouthed awe at her display, this was something else. What a magnificent body, he thought as she provocatively swayed and undulated it at him, swinging her arms, slowly and gracefully, flexing and relaxing her biceps; cording her powerful thigh muscles, clenching her buttocks, rippling her abdominal muscles and jiggling her wonderful breasts at him. Oh God, he thought, all his intentions of undressing now forgotten as he stood there in a near daze, staring at her lovely body.
She smiled at him but it wasn’t a wanton invitation. It was more a smile of uncertainty, showing her naivety, but at the same time advising him that she knew she was his to do with as he wished.
“Master, may I assist you?” she said eventually.
He shook his head, trying to clear the fog of bemusement that her body had created in him. “What? Oh, er, yes, why not?”
She moved up to him, aware that she had created an intense pleasure in him but not sure why, and then removed his jacket and shirt - and gasped as she beheld the firmness of his body. James made sure he spent at least an hour a day in his gym and his body showed the results. Debra went on with undressing him, not as concerned now about the coming sex.
It had concerned her even if she had accepted the legality and inevitability of it. The encounter with Peter had been going to be the culmination of their love, she had thought. When it became apparent he was only after her body, she had erected a wall around her sexuality and if she hadn’t been convicted and transmuted into a slave, might have ended up as an old maid, albeit a very athletic one. Then, although she knew she was going to have to give James her body, her mind was still trying to come to grips with it.
Now, though, as his words soothed her and then roused her libido, her innate resistance to sexual activity began to melt and when she saw how fit his well-tanned body was, it had disappeared altogether and she had decided that since he was going to take her anyway, she might as well enjoy it.
When she had him totally naked and had marvelled (and remarked) at the size of his genitals (which pleased him too for he recognised she was ingenuous and wasn’t simply toadying to him) he pulled her to him and kissed her - softly, while his hands went around her slim body and she now reciprocated.
She was already astonished. She hadn’t known how she was going to take his advances and had been worried about it. As it was, she gloried in his flesh and the clean smell of him. She encircled his muscular body with her own hands and now felt his penis engorging, rising up between her thighs. It seemed to slip into her body of its own accord and soon he had manoeuvred her over to his bed and was making gentle love to her...
The gentleness didn’t last long though as her fires w
ere kindled and then grew to a raging inferno and she began to writhe her body under his and to buck and heave like a virago as he roused her to higher and higher planes of sexual consciousness.
James was a skilful lover and a very experienced one but he was absolutely astonished at what he had unleashed in this so demure girl. She had seemed so naïve, so chaste - and yet now, she was a sexual spitfire - or was it a hornet? Her body, that athletic and yet so feminine form, was twisting and turning under his plunging loins. Her hands and fingers raked all over his powerful back muscles. Her legs entwined his body and her mouth and lips and teeth couldn’t get enough of his ...
Every minute seemed harder and faster than the last. Both their hearts were beating at a frenetic pace and both were gasping for air as they rose to higher and higher levels of sexual excitement.
James, for all his experience, was hard pressed to control his libido. He so desperately wanted to come but he knew very well that if he wanted to experience this girl to the utmost, he had, somehow, to calm it - and her - and allow a respite.
He forced her to lie still by rising up off her and pushing down on her shoulders. “Be still, girl - just for a few moments ... You’ve already experienced ... is it three orgasms?”
She grinned up at him. “Five, Master.”
“Right. Well if you want any more, you have to give me a breather.”
“Oh, sorry Master. I didn’t know ...”
“It’s okay, just let me roll off you and we will lie together for a few moments ... tell me something of your life, Debra ...”
She was astonished. She didn’t think Masters were interested in their slaves except in so far as they could make them money but she told him of her straight-laced parents and how her father had dominated her (and her mother) so totally, eventually pushing her out of the house.
“A sad story, but you should have gone to the welfare people, shouldn’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Master,” she said meekly but then she turned and smiled at him in that wonderful, so ingenuous way she had, “Are you ready yet, Master?”
“Yes, you wicked girl ... Come on.”
That event had been repeated, often. James had formed an attachment to this girl that he hadn’t for any of the others. Oh he used them still. Variety was the spice of life, he well knew, but more and more he found himself calling for Debra to grace his bed and each time was as good as the first - and the last. It seemed she had had a latent talent and delight in sex that had only needed a competent lover to kindle the spark.
But he didn’t stop her enjoying Robert’s body when she deserved a bonus.
She had enjoyed that first encounter with her owner - and the ones that followed it on a more or less regular basis, but she didn’t love him. She knew she loved Robert.
Love is a most strange emotion reserved for us humans amongst all the animal kingdom. Other animals lust, no doubt, and indulged that lust with sex. But only humans couple the sex with this other strange emotion. We can enjoy sex with another person but not love him or her. When the sex is coupled with love though, it takes on a whole new dimension.
Debra’s first reward, a few hours with Robert were thus absolutely wonderful for her - and for him, for that matter. The sex with James had been incredible but with Robert, it was utterly stupendous. Their bodies joined as one and so did their minds. The sexual pleasure they created in each other was out of this world but so was the more tender emotion of their loving one another...
But for all her sexually pleasing encounters with her Master, and the even better but rarer ones with her secret lover, she still had to cope with her athletics training and far, far worse, the forays out onto the streets as one of the team pulling the landau.
As she forced her body to stand at the red lights and accept the indecent fingering of her flesh by all and sundry and even to take their disgusting fingers over her breasts and hindquarters, sometime tugging at the horrible tail she, as well as each of the others had been forced to wear poking out of her anus, and even into her nether slit, she never failed to blush a deep crimson - which made the pedestrians even more eager to fondle her naked flesh ...
She knew the others amongst her company of slaves were not as fazed by their so indecent exposure outside as she was but she just couldn’t accept it. Naked slavery was still too new for her to come to grips with it so easily and she thought she never would.
But bad and all as being one of a team of ten to pull the landau, far worse was the duty as a taxi slave.
James had accepted Archie’s idea and had commissioned the building of five of the small gigs that were now beginning to show up all over the city as entrepreneurs began to see the possibilities of using the male and female slaves for this purpose.
Imagine how much better it would be, if you had the time that is, to be transported from place to place in a smart open gig (or if it was raining, with the cover up) pulled by a single, extraordinarily muscular naked male slave; or even better, by a pair of athletic but very beautiful and very naked females?
The gigs were modelled on the landau in that they were black, bore the gold crest of the London Tigers on their sides, and were then lacquered to a gleaming gloss. They were shaped like the rickshaws of the East except that they were a little more luxurious and had folding tops that could be pulled up in inclement weather. James arranged for his five to be built so that the central pole that emerged from under the axle curved up and then forward to end in a t-bar at the front and this was shaped the same as the cross-poles on the landau.
The pair of girls backed their necks up to the hollow part of the bar and then grasped it one either side of their shoulders. James didn’t bother with the thumb cuffs this time. They wouldn’t try to escape. The penalties were just too horrific and no-one ever had. The method of ‘harnessing’, such as it was, left their bodies - their whole bodies on full display to their passenger who paid for his journey by credit card on a similar basis to the flag-fall system used by taxis for years. The ponies were not allowed to take off until they received the audible signal that the card had been accepted and the card could not be removed until the journey was over.
They were an instant success and James quickly realised Archie’s idea was a winner - and commissioned another five taxi gigs while at the same time acquiring more slavegirls from the state. Indeed, as the popularity of all forms of slave sports soared and his income from the London Tigers and his team of athletics sports-slaves began to dwindle, he recognised it was just as well he now had this third string to his bow and more and more, he sent Debra and the other sports slaves out to work the streets.
Eventually, as each rapidly expanding sport’s share of an admittedly very high broadcast fee dwindled and so did the gate as people’s choices of which naked sports event to attend became wider and wider, it became uneconomic to keep the huge arena and James, reluctantly, opted out of soccer to concentrate on his female track athletes - and the growing fleet of gigs, each of which was hauled by a superbly athletic pair of girls who were also the epitome of a very feminine beauty.
But he added another string to his bow. He had watched as the public had demanded first more skin from the reality TV shows and then more violence and risk to the exploits the performers indulged in. There were great prizes to be won - but you had to put yourself to extraordinary dangers to achieve them.
This had been the trigger that had resulted in the present penal slavery - and the evolution of sports slaves. One of the end results of that of course had been that the public still demanded the great risks - just that the slaves now had no choice. The prize now, was their very survival through to the end of their sentence.
James had watched as the sports of wrestling and boxing, including the other branches of the martial arts, had been taken over by naked penal sportsmen and he had suddenly had the idea that girls fighting naked on TV would be a di
stinctly new turn and he had instructed Archie, now his clear second-in-command since the London Tigers were no longer his responsibility, to go and look for the best kick-boxing trainer in London.
It had been hard for Debra and the other track athletes and those girls who were solely taxi ponies to say goodbye to the exclusively London Tiger soccer girls for of course they had been sold on with the ground and the club itself but now the rest of them had been ensconced in brand-new premises that James had had purpose built for his new needs. There were the dormitories with the same wooden beds and the restraining automatic manacles, the ablution, food preparation and eating areas and of course the vast gymnasium that now included rings in which the fighting slaves would be trained by Narai Ton, a former Thai kick-boxing champion together with his team of two assistant trainers, also of Thai extraction.
There was also the training track, surrounding the main building where Debra and her track and field colleagues would practise running, jumping and the others athletics skills. But she still had to do her stints out in the streets. James rightly thought that not only would this aid her physical development by enlarging her capacity - since pulling the gigs was a far greater strain than merely running around an athletics track, but it would also expose her beautiful and naked body to the public, whetting their interest for the next athletics meeting.
She was already a household word for her athletics accomplishments but this constant weekly exposure only added to her fame and since James made sure each of the track slaves went out on the same days each week, people began to book her gig in advance.
James, acting on an impulse, paired her with Robert - and instantly, the demand for their gig doubled. The sight of the pair of perfect bodies, the one male and the other female, had triggered another response in the public psyche. Soon, for all her success as a track athlete, James found she was in such high demand as a gig-slave that she didn’t have the time to devote her to the necessary track training and he decided to abandon her role in athletics.
