Slavery 2030
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He knew she, and for that matter, the boy standing next to her, was capable of far greater things than he was going to offer them, but he hoped, at least for a time, they might stay so he could look at them and remember them in his bed...
“You two are due for release in a couple of weeks,” he began.
“Yes, sir,” they chorused dutifully.
“Have you given any thought to what you are going to do with yourselves at that time?” They had, and he knew they had for he had listened in to their conversations about this very subject often.
Robert answered him. “We thought of looking for jobs in the physical education or perhaps sports training fields, sir.”
“I see,” said James, as if hearing the news for the first time. He paused a few moments, as if weighing up some matter of great importance but then looked up at them again. “How would you like a job here? As trainers for the athletics slaves?”
The pair of soon-to-be-released slaves looked at one another, eyebrows raised in silent question and then they turned, their faces lit with pleasure. “Oh sir, that would be great,” Debra said and for the first time in his forty-seven years, James felt a wash of pleasure that he had actually done something nice for someone.
“Good,” he said, and then with another uncharacteristic gesture of benevolence, he went on: “You will of course be able to leave any time if you find something better, but I hope you will stay with us for a long time...”
“It is very kind of you to offer, sir,” said Robert softly.
“It’s nothing more than you deserve,” James said gruffly. “You two have worked harder than any slaves I know, have knuckled down and accepted the degradation and humiliations of your slavery... it’s only fitting I try to repay you in some way...”
Again he stared at their magnificent bodies for a few moments and now neither of them felt the embarrassment such a visual inspection had meant for them five years ago when their nakedness had been so new and they had been forced to realise their bodies were now to be on constant and open display to everyone.
Indeed, almost automatically, the pair of them began to undulate their bodies in the way that made the muscles all over them ripple slightly so show off their beauty to their Master.
James sighed. In only a few days, this would be over, forever. Their bodies lost to him except as the sight of them, now in athletics gear, triggered his memories of the sheer magnificence of their total nakedness. They had been five wonderful years, he thought, as his mind harked back to Debra’s first days as a soccer trainee, her evolution into an athletics slave and then the last couple of years with the pair of them as taxi-slaves, in high demand all over London.
He sighed even more as he thought of their bodies lost to him in his bed...
Robert quickly twigged to what he was thinking and turning to his love, raised his fine eyebrows in a question. As quick-witted as ever, she smiled and nodded.
“Sir?” Robert said.
“Yes, boy?”
“We were wondering... if, when we are finally transferred over to your training staff, if it might be acceptable for us to remain naked, at least when we are training the slaves?”
James’ face lit up. “You mean it? You actually want to stay naked?”
“Well, at least at first, sir. I mean getting used to wearing clothes again is going to take some time...?”
James sobered up again, fast. He was still the businessman and slave owner, after all. “Yes, of course I understand and yes, that will be acceptable...”
Inside, his mind was ecstatic. At least for a few more weeks he would be able to see them naked still...
“Sir?”
“Yes, Robert?”
“We were wondering something else, too?”
“Oh?”
“We know you like us in your bed...?”
James stared at him, surely not? Surely the boy wasn’t going to be that accommodating?”
He was. He had again looked across at his wife-to-be and again raised his eyebrows. She had smiled, a little resignedly, but she too had a soft spot for the hard-headed businessman who had owned them for the last five years and while she might have preferred to have had her man all to herself, she also recognised the wisdom of Robert’s plan.
“Let me understand what you are implying, boy... Are you offering to come to my bed?”
“Yes, Sir,” said Robert simply.
“Good God. I wouldn’t have believed it.” He paused a moment or two then smiled up at the pair of them, his eyes a trifle more moist than usual.
“I thank you, the pair of you, for your offer and believe me, what I am about to say is the hardest thing I could have believed possible. No. Thank you, but you have earned your privacy now and your right to your own bodies... I will miss you in my bed, that’s for sure, but that is the way it must be...”
Robert and Debra stayed on with James. They are now his partners and with Archie’s sudden death from a heart attack, are the sole beneficiaries of his shares in the now eminently successful athletics and martial arts sporting companies as well as the major human taxi fleet that now operates all over greater London.
They no longer train the slaves. They are far too busy with their executive functions but their bodies, ten years on are as beautiful as ever and their two children, a boy and girl, hold out promise of the same beauty.
“You know, Debra,” said Robert to his wife sitting at the desk set up next to his, “I hated those years but look where they got us...”
His wife grinned at him. “To hell with this work, Rob... Race you to our room.”
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