Dark Erotic Fiction

Captain Morgan looked at his computer screen and read the email from the Welsh Assembly Government with a growing smile. At last he thought to himself as he opened the attachment that detailed the provision of European Directive 2005/1002.

For the best part of four years and after many fact finding missions, research documents, political commissions the well paid bureaucrats at Brussels had finally done something right and brought us in line with the rest of the world. He knew his little facility had played a small part in convincing the doubters and his passion for his work as running the Farm as his place was more well known was now recognized.

He scanned the document until he found the entry.
License 2005/1002/WAG

HAULFRYN PRIVATE WOMENS PRISON FACILITY

Morgan read on as the details of all the procedures and compliances confirmed the facts. He smiled as he adjusted his position in his chair. Everything seemed in order. From Midnight the previous day he was now an official operator under the new legislation. No longer would he have to deal almost exclusively with all those ” illegals” that the court system seemed to send his way with their broken English and worn out bodies. There at last was the official confirmation that made his other activities now legal and made it clear to one and all that all acts which could be considered outside the law for the past three years were now covered retrospectively.

Mind you he couldn”t complain about Section 15.4 of the Directive either at the end of the day it was only fair after all and really only minimum compensation. But he would deal with that at roll call.
He finished his coffee and then closed the file on his desk and reached for a label. In his best handwriting he wrote out the words “EUROPEAN FEMALE SLAVE DIRECTIVE 2005″.
Reaching under his desk he touched her shoulder and then zipped himself up and left for Roll Call.