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Aristocrat Slave Dealer
(Author Unknown)

      

Chapter 1

    

I am both amoral and immoral.  I deal in and train slaves.  And I enjoy it immensely.  Nothing immoral about that?  Not unless one is the scion of an ancient and illustrious noble house...

     I am the second son of the nineteenth earl of Marchmain and from an early age ??" following puberty and once I understood such things, wanted nothing more than to acquire and train slaves to be the very best possible and then sell them for great profits.

     Of course my family were appalled when I eventually plucked up the courage to inform them what I wanted most from life but when I discussed it with my brother and then my father, he seemed to understand that having an 'insider' to call upon, it could be an advantage and eventually backed my studying physical education rather than the classics at university and so with my lifelong friend, James Barnes, who was the son of our butler, we embarked on the study of physical education in all its permutations, and then used my trust fund and my father's aid to set up the very best slave training school and dealership ever seen in England.

     Of course, my older brother John, had studied classics at Oxford but combined that course with business management and did really well at both which would equip him perfectly to inherit the earldom and take over the huge estate attached to it.  Apart from James, John had always been my best friend, had supported my weird interest in slaves and slavery and had been instrumental in persuading Dad to eventually accept it as a perfectly legitimate, if not the most usual occupation for the son of a great house.

     And so while James and I worked hard at our studies in physical education, which we believed would equip us best to develop the bodies of our slaves, we also enrolled in the allied degree of slave management and so by the time of our graduation when we were both twenty-four years old, we were ready to create and develop the finest slave dealership anywhere in the world.

     

Of course we had spent many years planning, discussing, drafting, and setting down on paper our dream for the future.  It had begun as early as our middle teens but at that stage it had been between the two of us.

     But then we had drawn John into our discussions and because he was three years older than us, had more of an insight into the practicalities or not of the hundreds of ideas we talked over, rejected or amended and otherwise slowly put together the finished plans for our whole operation.

     What we wanted was a state-of-the-art virtual trade college that would take the raw material we acquired either from the state slave centre, private dealerships or even families wishing to rid themselves of a troublesome son or daughter, and then by dint of strict discipline and long hours of education and training, produce a slave whose body had been physically developed to as near to perfection as possible, and whose mind and physical dexterity trained to perform as not even the best servants in our royal and ducal houses were capable of.

     We wanted to be able to boast that our product was the best in the world.

     When slavery was first reintroduced in the wake of a virtually total breakdown in law and order, world leaders and then the United Nations itself, had approved slavery to replace the virtually useless prison systems around the globe but also to include secondary students who either dropped out or failed their final examinations, and finally, children still resident in the family home and aged between eighteen and twenty-one who both parents had decided were incapable of making a go of things for themselves or were unmanageable.

     This meant that there were a great number of potential slaves coming on the market all the time but particularly at the end of a school year.  We weren't all that interested in criminal slaves for it was our belief from our researches into criminology that this class of person was virtually uncorrectable.  Failed students however, were, we believed, a different question entirely.  In many cases, their failure had as much to do with motivation and/or teaching methods than an innate lack of ability.

     Appearance was also a key element in our selection criteria.  We could train their bodies and their minds but ugly ducklings were not really a marketable product.

     

But enough of all this theoretical stuff.  By the time we had graduated, our plans were complete and I had had discussions with Dad about financing the operation.  My trust fund was very generous but it certainly wasn't enough to bankroll this whole operation.  He offered to become a silent partner and would plough in enough funds to complete the whole operation without outside debt on the basis that we would repay the estate and finally achieve one hundred per cent equity for the pair of us.

     The Marchmain family seat is situated in Kent but we wanted a site closer to London and found an ideal position in Bromley just outside the town.  It had been a small farmlet of ten acres and would have plenty of room for our mini-technical college, and the dealership fronting onto the road.  It would include outdoor athletic areas next to a fully equipped gymnasium featuring all manner of gymnastics equipment as our training had led us to understand that gymnastics develops the finest physical specimens human beings are capable of.  (Only ballet dancing comes anywhere near to achieving the same results in the human body but we weren't about to include that discipline in our regime).

     We talked to many architects about our ideas and finally settled on Peter Williams a youngish (35) specialist in small estates who, like the others, we took out to the site and showed him our rough sketches of what we were hoping for.  He actually offered to give us an initial sketch at no cost, which none of the others had, and as a result, and because we thought his sketches had captured everything we were hoping for, we commissioned him to draw full-scale plans and then supervise the builder.

     To cut yet another long story short, it took all of eighteen months to build the college, the dealership and gymnasium together with our outdoor sports areas while the rest of the land was to be landscaped to develop a rather beautiful estate.  The accommodation for James and I would be included at the back of the dealership.

     You may be wondering about his and my love lives during all this period.  The truth of the matter is that whilst we had been at school and university, we had engaged in casual flings with girls but then once this project really got underway, we didn't have time to spare for them and while our joint accommodations were very comfortable and envisaged a small family each, we weren't concerned with that aspect as yet.

     And then, finally, it was all ready and we were able to take it over.  The final result is a place of much beauty.  The whole ten acre site is landscaped with trees, shrubs and garden beds and with beautiful green lawns in between while the buildings are strategically placed to complement the gardens and sports areas.  The buildings' architectural style is matched so that the whole complex presents as a place of tranquillity as well as beauty.

     James and I had been seeking out staff to populate both the college and the dealership, and of course a physical education graduate to oversee the gymnasium.  James and I would assist him there as required.

     It was now time to go looking for our first intake of slaves.  The college had a capacity for up to a hundred slave-students at a time but we had no intentions of acquiring anything like that number at the beginning.  We had decided to start small and gradually get bigger as our training schedule sorted itself out to allow for the accretion of new slaves in dribs and drabs.  In this way, we were able to iron out teaching problems without too much trouble.  On that first purchasing expedition James and I were able to acquire seven males and three females, each of whom was aged eighteen and while not stand-out beauties, was certainly sufficiently good-looking that we considered they would be prime slave material.

     It will be of little value to name them and describe them individually so what I will do here, is to mention their slave-name (usually one of his or her given names but not necessarily so) and then a description as necessary.

     James and I both had our own private cars but we also acquired a couple of pickup trucks one of which was for general usage but the other fitted out in the manner approved to transport slaves in numbers greater than three or four.  This involves a sturdy three metre high steel post affixed and braced to the centre front and rear of the tray-top and provided with slots at their tops into which a steel rail may be fitted.  This is equipped with twenty runners from each of which dangle a horizontal rod fifty centimetres long and with a Velcro manacle welded at each end.  The tray-top also includes a retractable set of steps allowing access up to its surface.

     On our first active day (after a week of settling in with our new staff) James and I went looking and as we acquired the slaves mentioned above, each was brought out, ordered to climb the steps and then step up onto another metal step that was designed to slide back and forth along a track also in the centre line of the tray top.  He or she then had to raise their hands to have their wrists locked into the manacles after which we slid the step back a ways so that the next one could be similarly secured.

     In this way, all ten of them now dangled with their feet clear of the tray top but fully exposed to the general public as we moved from the State Slave Centre, to the various dealerships we had contacted to ascertain if they had the kind of stock we were looking for.

     Something I haven't mentioned was that by international agreement, all slaves once converted to that state, either by the courts, their parents, or an existing owner selling one of his stock, were stripped naked ??" totally so, and then also depilated nude of all hair below their eyes.  This was partly to further shame them, but also to make a slave more readily identifiable.  And even in the cold climes of the earth, this principle was still enforced.

     It had been established at the very outset of modern slavery that the human body is far more adaptable to extremes of temperature than had previously been believed.  It may be necessary to acclimatise them for a short period but if one thinks back to the days of early humans, one will remember that they wore little or no clothing at all.  And even in relatively modern times, the Australian aborigines, even in the southern State of Tasmania, went naked everywhere.

     But requiring modern slaves to go naked was seen as yet another element in their punishment.  Few slaves were cloistered and were often sent on errands and were thus exposed stark naked with even their genital organs on full and open display to all and sundry.  On these occasions, slaves were not permitted to walk on the footpath but had to follow the gutter and were thus even more exposed to the clothed free public.

     Oh, and there is another little item I have omitted to detail.  This is a tiny silicon chip about half a centimetre square that is glued directly onto the skin of the right testicle of a male, or to the inner moist skin of a female's clitoris.

     This operation is simplicity itself and does not require a medically-trained doctor or even a nurse to perform it.  The chips may be bought in quantities from a dozen to hundreds and are as cheap as chips.  If the slave is male, he is secured down onto the treatment table in a private citizen's slave quarters and his new owner or slave supervisor first sprays his genital organs with alcohol and then makes a tiny slit in the scrotal skin.  He then peels off the wax paper on the glued side of the chip and simply presses it onto the now visible skin of the gonad itself.  All that is then required is to apply a Band-Aid over the tiny wound and that is that.  It then remains only to connect that chip to the owner's master computer, or his iPhone or tablet and the slave is then electronically connected to his master or mistress.

     The chip acts as a GPS locator but also as recipient of either of two signals that may be activated from a small brooch worn by his owner or supervisor when all that is necessary is to say his name followed by the numeral 'One' or 'Two' and he will receive either a small tingle that alerts him that his master or supervisor wishes him to attend on him; or in the other case, an agonising pain that will have him screaming and dancing around in the worst torture he could ever imagine.  Thus his owner can check on his or any other member of his slave heard as to their location at any time.

     One further feature of the chip is that it may be programmed to the owner's estate and if he moves within a metre or so of the boundary, he will receive a punishment zap...

     But getting back to protection from frostbite, a pharmaceutical chemist came up with a product he named Thermacoat ® that is marketed as an aerosol and when sprayed on a slave's feet provides a perfectly transparent plastic coating that will allow him to walk even on ice without contracting frostbite.  It is a quite durable product and may last some months before it needs to be reapplied.

     And so now we had ten stark naked and totally nude slaves dangling from the rail that was high enough to leave their feet quite free of the floor of the tray top and thus as the vehicle accelerated or slowed down, or went around corners, their bodies would sway back and forth or sideways, yet another plank in their transition from free person to slave for whatever period the courts had determined.  Oh I should say here that term-slavery applied only to those convicted and sentenced by the courts.  All others such as failed students or recalcitrant children (aged 18 to 21) were ipso facto slaves for life and the only way they might gain freedom is when an owner determined that they were a reformed character (or for any other legitimate reason) and could apply to a court for an order of manumission which effectively freed them.

     I'm not sure how many slaves enjoy this bounty from a caring owner for he would have had to have paid for the slave in the first place and certainly wasn't recompensed by anyone including the state upon their manumission.

     James drove us home to our new college (we had named our new institution the Marchmain Slave College, James having insisted on this name as he had not been able to contribute any of the funds to create it) and once there, took them down from the gantry one by one.

     On the journey home, I had continually looked back out at them from the window in the back of the cab and noted that as they swayed this way and that, the expression on their faces told me that they were in considerable distress, partly from the strain of hanging by their wrists but probably more so, from the effects of the cold wind buffeting their naked bodies.

     They were thus still shivering somewhat as James and I brought them down amid a gathering of our staff from the dealership and the college.

     We were headed to the college and specifically to the basement level wherein was contained the slave quarters.  These comprise not only their sleeping quarters but also the punishment centre which is where they were headed right now.

     I should mention though, that the sleeping quarters were bare in the extreme.  They contained nothing but a plain concrete floor separated into compartments one metre by two and delineated by lines painted with a special material that would react if the chip moved too close and caused yet another punishment zap.  So you can see there would be no hanky-panky going on in the quarters even if a female was allocated a 'cell' next to one.

     But as I said, they were headed directly to the punishment centre to receive their welcome.  This is a process established in Victorian England wherein every new inmate of a workhouse, prison or similar institution was treated to a dose of the cane, whip or similar device to apprise them of what awaited them if they broke the rules.

     In the case of those institutions, the new inmate was ordered to strip naked and spread his or her body over some form of immobilising frame, bound down and then caned severely perhaps a dozen or more times while the governor or superintendent (and his friends) watched in more or less suppressed glee as the possibly handsome or attractive male or female was punished simply in order to make him aware of what faced him if he erred.

     In our case, this system had been resurrected and now applied to each slave upon his admission to every new owner so that he would be initially caned on entry to the SSC and then again at each new ownership.

     We had decided to treat the three females first and of these one was a quite muscular and already physically well-built young woman of eighteen years.  She didn't resist although of course she was well aware of what was coming.  Everybody knew what happened to slaves from the moment of being stripped naked in the courts to the time of their final release as long as they weren't life-slaves.

     This new slave, name of Nora stepped up to our caning-frame which was in the form of a pillory consisting of a sturdy wooden pillar ten centimetres square and braced to the floor and across the top of which was secured a metre-long length of the same timber with Velcro manacles at either end.  A half-metre out in front of this arrangement and also one metre apart were more Velcro manacles for the ankles.

     Our man in charge of the slave quarters quickly had her secured so that her body was now bent over at the waist and her buttocks now in perfect position for the cane.  The recommended dosage was twelve strokes but each was to be administered at full strength and Tom (Jones) now selected a metre-long length of rattan cane from a pot secured against the upright and then swished it through the air a few times

     James and I now grinned to one another but we weren't being critical.  Tom was creating an aura of fear in this first batch of our slave trainees and we applauded his foresight.  As I glanced along the row of two more females and the seven males, I was pleased to note the fear palpable on their faces.

     Tom is a tall, dark and very muscular young man who trained as a personal trainer and whose body is spectacularly muscular.  He swished the cane through the air a few more times and then put it back into its holder and stripped off his shirt and also his trousers to reveal him now dressed for the occasion in nothing but a leather codpiece that clipped neatly over the roots of his penis and scrotum but left every other part of his body including his extremely muscular buttocks and thighs on open display.

     He retrieved the cane and then moved over to the line of slaves now visibly trembling as they took in the incredible muscles now flexing and rippling slightly as he moved along the line slapping the cane's tip into the palm of his other hand.  But having really unsettled them, he now returned to Nora and then raised the cane for real, this time.  And I have to say that I, who until that moment, had never even looked twice at a man, stared in awe as the magnificent musculature in that near-naked body flexed and rippled before me.

     But then he lashed that cane down hard across her twin buttocks.  I'm sure he delivered that stroke at full force for the semi-hard gluteal muscles indented heavily as the cane bit into their curves.  He didn't carry the stroke through as is the practice in Singapore, Malaya and neighbouring states who have never abandoned the use of corporal punishment in their former prisons.  That process is far more severe as when the tip of the cane drags across the naked flesh of the victim, it tends to tear the skin and of course makes it immeasurably more painful.  No, in our case the cane is retracted back at the completion of the stroke.  But still it clearly hurt her a great deal.  I had been standing so that I could watch both the application of the cane to her buttocks as well as her face and I noted that she was fighting to keep her mouth shut.

     That was admirable in one sense, but it told me that she might turn out to be a handful.  Not that I believed we couldn't tame her and in fact I think I relished the opportunity to beat her.

     Tom didn't mess about.  Each subsequent stroke was delivered a few seconds after the last.  This was a welcome and not a punishment scheduled for an offence in which case the period between strokes would have been extended to exacerbate the accumulated pain.

     Nora managed to contain herself throughout the twelve strokes and I openly congratulated her on her fortitude.  "Well done, slave.  A slave who has the fortitude to withstand that considerable pain will no doubt make a fine slave-student..."

     Yes I know that statement is rather inconsequential but I wasn't seeking to give her too much praise; more really, a signal to the other nine that we wouldn't be tolerant of too much screaming or bawling.  

     James and I now released her and replaced her with the next female.  This was a girl from Thailand and while she wasn't quite as spectacularly muscled as Nora, her body was really something.  Athletic rather than muscular, she was slim and looked to be extremely lissom and she also took all twelve strokes, bad and all as they were, with great fortitude.

     The third girl was black and I thought she would be even stronger than the first two.  She wasn't.  In fact she screamed at the first stroke and I strode around to her head in simulated anger and told her there would be a further two strokes because of her spineless cowardice.

     From that moment on, she was the soul of mental strength and took the remaining thirteen strokes without a murmur.  And so it was with the seven males, each of whom took their welcome with appropriate fortitude.

     But then it was time for them to begin their lessons.  You are shocked?  We had just given them each a double dose of the former 'six of the best' schoolboy punishment canings ??" and remember that this was to the bare skin.  In my understanding schoolboy canings were always delivered over trousers and underpants.

     But these were slaves.  Under the Slavery Act, no matter which method had been used to make a slave, they ceased to be citizens of the United Kingdom at the moment of slavery.  They had no rights under the law except those provided for in the Act, and they were few and far between.