Angela's Trial and Tribulations (6 page)

“Of course sir, I'm sorry for being presumptuous.”

“Not at all. Angela, I want you to be a sort of sounding board for me. My private secretary is efficient but only in a mechanical way. She hasn't the brains to think ahead or laterally. That I am hoping you will do for me. Of course I can protect you but only so far, you realise that, I'm sure?”

“Of course, James.”

Angela liked James. She also liked and admired Amanda. She pondered the question of sex very carefully and then decided to ask Amanda what she thought. “Mrs Swift, there is something I'd like to ask you. Something very delicate... ?”

“Does it relate to sex with my husband, Angela?”

“Yes.” “Go on.”

“I remember back to that conversation you had with him out here in the garden. You asked him why he hadn't taken me when he obviously does Jane from time to time?”

“I remember.”

“He said he wanted to protect me... ?”

“Yes, he did. Why, don't you want protection?”

“No, Ma'am, that's not it. It's not at all that I am not grateful for his treating me as a sort of china doll, it's just I feel sort of foolish... ?”

“Are you saying to me that you want to offer your body to James?” “Am I being bad in doing so?”

Amanda stared at the girl for long seconds. “No, dear, I don't think you're being bad. Naïve, perhaps and very courageous in coming to me as his wife, but not bad. But let us consider the matter. Marital infidelity on the part of a man is, these days not only common, but expected, rather like it was in the Nineteenth Century. On the other hand a wife who tried it would be summarily divorced and spend the next five years of her life as you are, a naked prisoner. Now you are in a special position, placed there by my husband while he uses his other servant at least once a week. I have him whenever he wants me.

“A strange situation? No, not at all. Not these days... Let me ask you, do you want him? Do you crave his body?”

Angela looked horrified. “Oh no, Ma'am. Far be it from me to come between a man and his wife. I just thought I shouldn't be different from Jane and I wanted to ask you about it.”

“How refreshing to see such innocence mixed with such candour. Let me be honest with you, Angela. I would far rather we were back in the old days where men, while sometimes failing their wives were at least not expected to sleep around. I would much rather I had him for myself - alone. But I know he takes Jane and I don't hate her, or him for that matter, for it. I accept it because it is what happens these days.

“I will think on what you have said and I may discuss it with James. In the meantime, keep your own counsel, alright?”

“Yes, Ma'am, and thank you”

“Thank me? whatever for?”

“For being so understanding.”

He called Angela to his study and looked up from some papers he was studying when she entered the room. “Angela, it has come to my attention that you feel I am neglecting you.” The girl blushed. It was two weeks later but she knew instantly what he was talking about. He grinned at her. “Tell me, what experience have you had?”

“None really, James. I had a boyfriend once and we did it, um, three times, I think.”

“Well, quite the expert then, eh?” She blushed again and he took her hand. If it makes you feel better, I will invite you to my bed but as with Jane, only when Amanda is away, alright?”

She nodded shyly and he went back to his papers and she turned and went out. Jane knew instantly, as she knew everything that went on in the mayoral residence. “When, Angela? What did he say?”

She smiled. “I don't know and only that it will be soon.” “Good on you, girl. You'll enjoy him, he's the best.

He was too, at least as far as Angela knew. Having only had the experience of one man and he singularly incompetent, she had nothing to go on. But James was gentle and caring and he brought her to five wonderful climaxes before sending her back to her narrow bed in the attic.

He had her sit on his lap and cupped her beautiful breasts in his two hands while he kissed her softly then he caressed her, all over her beautiful body. For her part, she let him do whatever he wanted but didn't know what she should so.

“Do you not like my body, girl?”

“Oh, no sir. I think you have a wonderful body.” “Why don't you caress me as I am you, then?” “Oh, is it allowed?”

He laughed. “Here, my beautiful and so naïve girl, we are man and lover, not mayor and prisoner or servant or whatever you are.”

“Oh.” And she let her hands wander from his handsome face, down his broad, still well defined chest to his flat belly and then to his thighs but avoided his genitals. She wondered at the hardness and great size of his penis. It was twice as big as her boyfriend's and she had no idea what to do with it once she touched it.

“Take it, girl. Grasp it in your fist, feel how hard it is,” he instructed her, marvelling at her naivete and the very freshness of her and worrying all over again whether this was the right thing to do.

Then he picked her up and laid her on the bed, the huge bed he shared with Amanda, knowing that she knew what he was doing and that although she felt hurt by it, she nevertheless understood it was expected of him.

He made love to her tenderly, knowing that was what she would expect; quite different from Jane, who was a sexual virago and demanded (and got) a fiery, violent romp that had them both exhausted after a couple of hours. No, this time it would be soft and gentle and he hoped it would be the first of many such encounters. But he wouldn't force her. If he felt she was put off by the experience, it would not be repeated.

Chapter 4

 

 

Angela's life was now bearable. Just. She trotted the mayor around during the day or gardened and at night she helped Jane and occasionally was summoned to the mayor's bed. It wasn't idyllic but it was tolerable. The days and weeks passed and now she had only two months to go. She and the mayor planned her work in his office and she began to think life might just soon get back to normal.

Alas it was not to be. Terrible things were in train. Things that were to impinge on all their lives.

Later they (men, that is) called it the Rebellion of ‘28. Led by Amanda Swift and women like her all over the country, females simply laid down their tools and went on strike. They thought it would bring men to their senses and make them realise how draconian the new laws against womankind really were. In fact it had the opposite result. The nation's leaders went into conclave and then, in one fell swoop, the leaders were arrested. The trials were held the same day and each and every one of them convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Bit it had further, vastly more far-reaching consequences. Within a month, even more severe laws were enacted. First, there were to be no more female prisoners. They were to become slaves in law as well as in fact. Slaves, unlike prisoners could be bought and sold and the state envisaged there were going to be so many prisoners under the new arrangements they would not have the facilities to cope with them. Slaves surplus to the local civic requirements, on the other hand, could be sold at a profit for use in private homes, factories and on farms.

Other laws strengthened the powers of men over the women under their control. There was now no such thing as an independent woman. Every one of them was under the dominion of some man and he now had virtual power of life and death over them. He could even sell a daughter, wife or other female who was under his authority if she became fractious - or for any reason, even if only because he needed the money.

All women were thus de facto slaves even if they weren't actually registered as such. Of course those who were, were under even more constraint. They couldn't be on the streets without written authority and while nakedness was no longer actually required of them as it had been for prisoners under the previous arrangements, their dress (if they were permitted by their owner to wear clothing at all) was severely circumscribed. Any slave caught wearing normal clothes was automatically sentenced to a public flogging. A rag around their loins, a metal contraption covering their vagina, a steel mesh perhaps... these were considered as suitable; even a short skirt was not. The breasts were never covered.

For Angela, the new rules were particularly tragic. She had been due to be released in less than two months and was looking forward to the challenge the mayor had presented to her. All that was swept away in the furore that followed the women's abortive uprising. Five years was now the minimum sentence. Five years as a slave. All existing prisoners were converted to slaves by the stroke of a pen and any whose sentence was under the minimum had their dates of release altered accordingly. She now therefore had four years and two months to serve as a slave.

Her boss changed too. James was forced to resign as mayor the moment his wife was convicted. He slipped away into political obscurity and new elections were held to replace him. This happened all over the country of course as many politicians' wives, both state as well as municipal, had been involved in the conspiracy and during the election process, public sentiment against women was whipped up into even more anger and resentment.

All this the world watched with growing concern. As a result of Third World pressure over recent events in Africa and Oceania and in Asia, where the UN had tried to intervene, it had now been told to keep its nose out of national affairs and it was powerless to act but that didn't stop the international press from having a field day. Leaders however, simply ignored world opinion and went on with their business. That business was now to show women who was boss - and in no uncertain terms.

As slaves, women could of course be made to wear anything their owners desired, as long as it wasn't considered normal clothing, that is. As a result, a whole new industry sprang up overnight. Items crafted of highly polished leather, gleaming metal of various kinds and wood were manufactured in new factories and sold in ‘slave shops' around the cities. Harnesses of all kinds, slave collars made of leather and beaten metal, metal breast clamps (as long as they didn't cover the ‘udders' (as they came to be called) and anal and vaginal plugs were but a few of the items sold and of course whips, paddles and canes of multitudinous varieties figured largely in the displays. As the business of slavery developed, these shops later grew into full-scale slave dealerships with pens in the back to hold the merchandise. Gymnasia to train their bodies into more pleasing shape and even, in the classier establishments, mini-schools to train them in the domestic and sexual arts were also added.

Slavery was born again!

Angela's new boss was mayor Alex Brown. He was everything James Swift had not been: arrogant, dictatorial and impetuous, but he was also lecherous and sadistic with it. Not that these ‘qualities' came out in the campaign. Oh no. He was a very handsome man, tall and well-built with straw-blond hair and a tanned face that smiled a lot. His blue eyes didn't (smile) although people didn't see that from a distance. He was a seasoned politician and knew exactly how to woo the voters. They fell for it and now he and his wife arrived at the mayoral residence.

First he inspected his staff. Cook was fired and replaced with a slave. So was the gardener. There were now four slaves in the household and once the two new arrivals were in place he addressed them all. “Things are going to change around here,” he growled, as his eyes roved up and down the svelte naked bodies of his slaves. He stepped forward and fingered each of them in turn as an ante-bellum slaveholder might have done in America. He stared into their eyes as his hands roved over their breasts and down to their sex, delving in deep as they squirmed in shame. Clearly he was daring them to object. They didn't. There wasn't a woman in the nation who wasn't scared out of her pants at this time of change and no newly made slavegirl was going to object to what her new master did to her, no matter how indecent.

“Yes, we're going to have a great deal more discipline and I want to see a lot more work out of you... Jason, come here.” A huge black man now stepped out of the shadows. He really was a giant, at least six feet six and built like an Olympic athlete, his muscles rippled with every movement. His clothes were very form-fitting - very revealing actually. He was dressed in white pants and a body-hugging t-shirt with very short sleeves. These accented his body, demonstrating to the four slavegirls just how muscular he really was. In his hand was a whip and hanging from the right side of his belt was a cane while on the left what they later discovered a cattle prodder.

“Jason will be your supervisor. He has my full authority to discipline you when he feels you are not giving your best. Perhaps some demonstrations, Jason... ?”

“Sure, boss.” His voice was deep and his black eyes now roved over the four girls. They alighted on Angela. “You, come forward.”

She stepped forward, her heart quaking as she looked up at this terrifying young man. He reached out and mauled her breasts while he leered down into her face. Then he dug his fingers into her quim. “Hands up behind your head, slut,” he ordered and she complied hurriedly. “Now spread your legs. Open that cunt to our view...”

The new mayor watched approvingly as his protege shamed the young blonde slave. Then, the black stepped back, raised his whip and lashed it down, right across her breasts. She screamed: “Aaaaggghhhhheeeggghhhaaaggghhh!” Her face turned white with the pain and she doubled up, her hands coming down to hug her agonised chest while she hopped around, all attempts to assuage some of the fiery pain that beset her body. The whip was short. The handle was nine inches while the blades were only another twelve but it was what they were made of that had engendered Angela's agony. They were made of rhinoceros hide which material, when properly cured, makes the most painful whiplashes in the world. Used to full effect, they can tear open the flesh quite easily.

Jason had not done this but he had made the lash count. He gestured for Angela to return to her place but then selected Jane to come forward. She did so in fear and trembling and looked up in terror into his face as he mauled her lovely young body as he had Angela's before her. “Bend over, slut-bitch,” he said. “Hands flat on the floor between your feet. Six strokes, if you stay still, twelve if you move or scream.”

He moved in behind her, raised the cane and slammed it down across her now taut butt cheeks. She grunted but stayed otherwise still and quiet. It had hurt terribly but she somehow absorbed the pain, knowing that he was serious and that if she reacted as he had suggested, she would indeed be facing a doubling of the punishment. He raised it again and laid it on hard once more but not on the same spot. For the last stroke, though, he did, placing the cane right over the first welt, the one that was paining the most. She screamed out immediately, stood up and jumping up and down, rubbed her backside gently.

“Get down again, slut. You've just earned another six...” “But I didn't scream until the last one,” she pleaded

“Want to make it another twelve?”

She bent over again and pushed her hands down flat on the floor. Mayor Brown was ecstatic. This was the way things should have been generations ago. This would teach these upstart women a thing or two. He wasn't at all worried that his cock was pushing an enormous tent out the front of his pants as he watched his so muscular black house-man cane the beautiful young Thai girl and it hardened even more when he glanced at the welt across the other girl's breast. He was going to have these slaves in his bed this night, perhaps both of them... And if they didn't both please him as he expected, he would call on Jason to come up and fuck them while he watched - for Alex Brown derived almost as much pleasure from vicarious sex as from the execution of it himself and in any case, he was secretly bisexual. Watching the magnificent black stud animal rut with these sluts would give him enormous pleasure.

The new gardener, name of Molly, was also black. She was even more athletic than Angela. Muscular in fact and Alex had chosen her for it. He liked women with muscles. Jason now strode up to her, slapped her face hard and ordered her to step forward. If she thought their common ancestry might stand her in good stead, she was sadly mistaken. He now took the last instrument from his belt and thumbed the switch. “Hands up on back of head, cunt,” he said harshly. “And get them legs open - wide... Wider!”

Then he moved up and shoved the business end of the prodder into her gaping vagina, grinning as she screamed and thrashed around in the worst agony she had ever felt.

The new cook, a girl named Emily, had brown hair and eyes and was as slender as the other three but with well-formed body. She was whipped with the rhinoceros hide whip three times across her back.

Jason stepped back and the mayor addressed them again. “Having demonstrated the methods I intend using to make you work, I will also point out that I will expect the utmost cooperation from you when I require you in my bed or wherever else I shall require you to service me. Punishments such as you have just experienced will be swift for those who fail to please me but there is also another method. Jason, step forward and strip...”

The huge black grinned and peeled his t-shirt up off his torso, revealing a musculature as splendid as anything Angela, or any of the other girls had ever seen. The mayor ran his hands down the boy's chest and belly (which didn't seem to worry him at all) and then he stripped off the so form-fitting trousers, which was all he had on apart from his sneakers which he had earlier discarded. Now the girls gasped as they beheld the enormous snake dangling from his groin - which was as naked of hair as theirs. There had of course been a bulge at the front of his pants but it had concealed very well the sheer enormity of his cock.

He placed his hands up behind his head, flexed his biceps and began a slow undulation of his hips that caused his cock to swing out and back. The mayor again ran his hands down the boy's flesh, cupped his huge testicles and fondled his cock, none of which appeared to faze the young athlete, not even when his cock responded to stand erect, a good twelve inches of thick, iron-hard man-meat.

Once it was fully erect, Alex stepped back, although to Angela, it seemed he was reluctant to do so. “Another punishment open to me is to give you to Jason. He delights in fucking and he can do it for hours, non-stop. No matter how nymphomaniac you might be, Jason will wear you out and you will be screaming for release, long before he is finished with you... I will of course supervise the punishment.”

This news had all of them sobbing in despair and Alex gloated. So did Jason who had continued to thrust his enormous pecker out at them in triumph. He knew his master would give them to him anyway as a reward for letting his boss fuck his asshole which he had done ever since the man had found him as an orphan and brought him home then had him trained to be a paragon of physical beauty and a sexual athlete.

Alex had married only for political convenience. He rarely made love to his wife and when he did, it was brutal and cursory and only to underline to her that she was subservient to him in every way. He fucked any woman who caught his fancy. He was well known as a lusty and vigorous man and his (male only) constituents thought him a real man amongst men. Male sex was restricted to Jason for political safety... His wife did as she was told or he punished her by having the huge young black fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. He even made her watch as he fucked the black boy's ass. She was no Amanda Swift and she knuckled under in fear of her powerful husband. But his physical beauty and ingenuous smile hid all this from the public. He was the consummate politician.