EXTRACT FOR
Slave Trainer
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

    

Thwack!  I looked across the caning table at my friend and partner Peter Murray with satisfaction and I have to say a sense of sexual excitement.  It is not that I am overtly sadistic and neither is Peter, but the sight of a nicely muscled naked slave stretched out along the bench for punishment and suffering the horrible pain of the rattan cane to his naked buttocks is always a pleasure.

     My name is Reece Townsend and I come from the landed gentry in Kent.  My father is a substantial landowner and has many other interests including regional airlines and a cruise line, department stores and the like.  Peter's family are neighbours of ours and he and I have been lifelong friends.

     By the time of our birth in the latter half of the 21st-century, slavery had been reintroduced as the only conceivable answer to major crime gone rampant, religious terrorism that was then holding whole nations in fear and a generation of youth that seemed to be totally out of control.  According to the history we were taught in school about this terrible time, the reintroduction of slavery was seen not only as a means of rectifying these ills but also of saving trillions of dollars worldwide on useless prison systems that did nothing except hide away the prisoners for a while but also allow them to concoct new schemes for their release.

     It was decided that from the very outset this newly-invented institution was going to be so draconian that perpetrators from hardened criminals right down to teenage gangs would think a great deal more than twice about risking their freedom.

     For a start, slaves were to be denied the right to wear clothing of any kind for the whole period of their slavery.  This was to be further enhanced by the removal of all body hair from the eyelashes down thus exposing even their genitals to all and sundry.

     Next, they were to be worked for fifteen hours a day if at all possible.  And the labour was to be of a physical kind and non-stop.  The aim is to exhaust them totally each day.

     If they are owned in a domestic situation for example, they may be used sexually by their owners and/or their guests of either gender, quite regardless of their own sexual predilections and if they resist they must be punished.

     And this is where Peter and I came in.  There are many slave owners who, although recognising that the maintenance of a strict discipline is absolutely essential in any slaveholding, are nevertheless incapable or reluctant to exercise it themselves.  To stress this point even more, I would even say that most people who own slaves are quite incapable of inculcating and maintaining the strict level of discipline over their slaves that is required by the law.

     He and I decided that as we are both physically well-built and Peter is really very muscular, we would be ideal physical specimens to impose this kind of training and discipline on behalf of people who felt uncomfortable in doing so.

     As I say, we are both naturally well-built and had the physiques that made gymnastics, swimming, athletics, boxing, wrestling (and karate), and of course, tennis, for example a real joy for us and during school (Eton) and university (Cambridge) we both trained hard in them all so that by the time we graduated, while we may not have been Olympic quality sportsmen, we were nevertheless very strong and felt that we were physically very competent to hold our own against just about anyone.  The skills we possessed in the martial arts would stand us in good stead against almost any single opponent and quite probably a number of them.

     I am not boasting here but merely pointing out that we had devoted ourselves during our middle to late teens and early twenties to perfecting as best we could these qualities for by then we knew down to the last T what we wanted to do with our lives and physical superiority would be an essential part of that.

     Our respective parents were a great deal less than enamoured of our choice of career however when we pointed out that there are many, many of their friends amongst the landed gentry of England and even its aristocracy, who are totally incapable of managing even a small slave herd and that we, coming from that class (or at least the landed gentry), would be a comfortable choice to deal with recalcitrant slaves.

     Our respective fathers had endowed us at birth with a trust fund each but once they understood the wisdom of our choice, both were happy to underwrite the relatively small investment necessary to set ourselves up as slave disciplinarians and trainers.

     In any case, it wouldn't take all that much.  All we needed was a house set on a few acres and there are many such small farmlets around the country that increasingly are being purchased for recreational purposes by people of our ilk and thus already possess rather nice houses.

     We both had a bent for Georgian architecture and soon found a property with a lovely house that satisfied us both but more importantly had a huge cellar area which we could easily convert to our slave-training operations.

     It didn't take much at all to install the required disciplinary and accommodation areas down there but you may be wondering why we wanted the rather larger outdoor area?  The reason is that we wanted to be able to train suitably physically endowed slaves as human ponies.

     This is a relatively new use of slaves but came to the fore once the principles of matter transporting became understood and developed to the point where just about everyone had a booth in their home and of course they existed in just about every other building around the world, as well.  This was possible because although the principles are rather complicated, the actual physics and mechanical requirements are little more than a sensor unit and radio transceiver unit, and once put into mass production, cost little more than a sophisticated hi-fi set.

     In case you're not familiar with this science, it involves an object, either animate or inanimate being broken down into its constituent molecules and atoms, transferred by radio signal to another booth where it is again reformed into its original status and this definitely applied equally to living things as to hard objects.

     Of course what it meant (at least once people had overcome their fear of disappearing into the atmosphere never to be seen again) was that all commercial road transport ceased overnight and the family motorcar just as quickly disappeared as being quite superfluous to requirements.  Of course it also meant that shipping and air transport (except for pleasure) also ended but we are not concerned with them for the moment.

     What we are though, is that the roads all around the planet fell into virtual disuse and it was even mooted in some quarters that they be converted to green parks and gardens for public use since they were no longer required as thoroughfares.  This didn't happen because people developed a liking for a resurgence of ancient two and four wheel gigs and carriages pulled by one or a number of sturdy slaves.

     I suppose it was inevitable given that almost from the very beginnings, people started to vie against one another so that their slaves were better both in physical appearance and competence than those of their friends and neighbours.

     Remember that slaves are by law denied all clothing, even in winter (to enable this some enterprising soul invented Thermacoat®, an aerosol spray product that is totally invisible but sufficiently insulates a slave during the winter months) and so whereas it doesn't really matter what a clothed servant's body looks like, that of a totally naked slave certainly does.

     And with the demise of motorcars and their ilk, the roads have become wonderful places to parade one's slaves in a manner that was at first seen as quite bizarre.  Originally, the smaller gigs and carriages had the same pair of poles as the former equine variety and the slave merely held onto these with their hands or alternatively were clipped to a belt around their waists, but then the Earl of Cheltenham invented another, even more bizarre method of harnessing them that was both salacious while showing off their naked bodies to perfection.

     It involved using a single instead of twin poles.  It was bolted and braced to the axle and then led forward about a metre and a half but it was what was on the end of that pole that at first shocked but then gave extraordinary delight to the public at large.  Whether the pony was male or female, the leading end of the pole featured a rather large, solid but rubbery butt-plug that was firmly fixed to its end and angled slightly forward.

     Then, if the pony was male, a cuff that was modelled on one side of a pair of police handcuffs and affixed just in front of the plug could be closed around the root of his penis and testicles and together with the plug now firmly inserted deep up into his anus and rectum, provided a perfectly adequate harnessing method that showed off his muscular body to perfection.

     If the pony was female, instead of the cuff, another, dildo-like plug mounted on a collar that was made to slide up and down the pole in front of the butt-plug, allowed the rear plug to be partially inserted first while the other on its collar was slid back down the pole to enter her vagina, the twin motions being continued until the pole sat neatly below her perineum and the screw on the underside of the dildo plug's collar could be tightened and locked, therefore forming a very sturdy connection between her and the pole.

     In both cases, the bodies of the newly-dubbed 'pony-slaves' were displayed perfectly and as the metal cuff was always tightened just a shade too much, it always engendered a powerful erection in the male and in the female, the illusion that she was engaging in sexual intercourse with the dildo and thus in both cases presented the slaves as sexual objects as well as useful ponies.

     The moment the first of these vehicles hit the streets and were reported in all branches of the media, the clamour for free peoples' gigs and carriages to be converted to this method became overwhelming.

     And as I've said before, that people were now competing to present their slaves as the perfect physical specimen there could be, now meant that an owner only allowed the very best of his or her slaves out on the streets that were of course now largely deserted by all except pedestrians and fellow pony-slave aficionados.

     The foregoing is an attempt to explain why we needed quite a few acres around our beautiful house for yes, while the house is very grand and is surrounded by beautiful gardens and a park that is tended almost as lovingly by our slave-gardeners as the garden itself, we did install a nicely-landscaped training track as part of the park for we were now going to include the training of human ponies as a major part of our operations.

     Originally, when we first started out we would transport to a client's house, pick up his recalcitrant slave or slaves and bring them home for an extremely strict and intense training period to rectify whatever faults they had displayed to their owner.  In this manner, between the pair of us, we could cater for six to ten slaves at a time but then as demand increased, rather than take on paid trainers, we decided to train our own slaves to act as overseers of a sort.

     This worked very well and as time passed and our success rate became well-known, we had to expand until we had around a dozen of these slave-trainers whom we trained to be better than the best paid teacher or trainer we could hire.

     Of course one of us always oversaw all and any of these operations including the pony training out on the track.

     I mentioned before that we both believe that gymnastics is the very best physical discipline to achieve perfection in the human body.  That it also makes its exponents extremely strong, supple and physically dexterous are all wonderful attributes in a naked slave, but for our clients, appearance is an even greater quality and so even the female slaves were trained in exercises on the Roman rings, horizontal and parallel bars, the horse and vaulting box, rather than the more common female aspects of gymnastics.

     It will be obvious therefore, that the gymnasium could not be accommodated in our cellars as particularly the Roman rings and horizontal bar require great height.  Fortunately for us, this lovely old house included a glass house that had been built at its rear to house a semitropical garden of trees, shrubs and flowers but had been allowed to fall into disuse and neglect over the last few owners.  Most of the trees and shrubs had already died before we bought the property but it was a simple matter to remove the rest and convert it into an up-to-the-minute gymnastics area that pleased us both for it meant we were able to continue with our own gymnastics training and practice while at the same time using it to hone and tone the bodies of each of our ever-growing menagerie of domestic and now pony-slaves.

     You will recall that we had originally set up this enterprise to cater for the needs of our family, friends and others of the upper middle and upper classes who were able to afford domestic slaves that we were going to train to be the epitome of any servants formerly employed by the great houses of the dukes and duchesses of the realm.

     And we certainly achieved that.  Having come from a similar background ourselves, we were both very aware of what made a good servant.  But as to the finer details of such service we were woefully ignorant and we therefore went seeking someone skilled in these attributes.  We eventually found and employed John Trevelyan who had been butler to one of the great houses but had been summarily dismissed upon the death of his last employer but whose heir did not like him.

     But he was everything we could wish for, having impeccable knowledge of all those tiny details that are common knowledge to the servants of all the great houses of England but are a mystery to the rest of us.

     When we explained to him that he could have them for up to fifteen hours a day, seven days a week, he blanched a little but then we laughed and told him there was no way we expected him to work to that level but that he could pick and choose the hours he would like to have them and we would work around him, taking them for the physical aspects of their training at other times.

     You will recognise that by now we had realised that ad hoc training and re-disciplining of slaves who had fallen by the wayside due to a lack of understanding and willingness by owners as to how to treat their slaves, meant that we had an odd mixture of slaves in varying degrees of retraining to cope with.

     What we decided to facilitate this was that we would buy young slaves of both genders straight out of the State Slave Centre (SSC) in London and train them at length until they were fully trained domestic slaves.  We could then add the new additions who would merely begin their training at the point that class had then reached and when it was done, keep on going into the new group.

     I did mention at the outset that slavery had been reintroduced in response to a massive crime wave, religious terrorism and an out-of-control youth who held parents and teachers to ransom without any apparent means of disciplining them.

     This last had resulted in an upgrading of discipline in reformatories designed for young teenagers but they were never considered as slaves, were never stripped of their clothing and were scrupulously protected from sexual predators either among them or in the staff of their institution.  But teenage offenders from their eighteenth birthday were another thing entirely.

     They were very definitely treated as slaves exactly the same as their older offender-trainees.  They were also subject to corporal punishment just as the other slaves were and could be used sexually, too.

     And to add even further to the re-disciplining of the youth of the world, passing their final exams became absolutely mandatory and failure to do so resulted in automatic slavery for life.  To this end, final exams in secondary education institutions could not be undertaken until the youth had reached the age of eighteen years.  Young people had a whole year to contemplate their fate if they didn't change their lives for the better, although if a student was deemed mentally incapable of achieving this qualification, he or she was excused and could seek employment within their capabilities.

     It was from this latter class that we tended to seek out the younger end of the legal slave market, that is from eighteen years of age upwards.  We had no doubts that we could train almost any of them to be top-class domestic slaves regardless of their former status.  Thus, whether a slave was the son or daughter of a duke or of the poorest in the land, we would treat him or her exactly the same way and turn them into domestic slaves par excellence.