Dark Erotic Fiction

” Now hear this.

I have had this morning an instruction from Women’s Prisons Department. It says that as a result of a new European Directive that came into effect today some major changes will take place in your status and conditions.

First of all your current sentences are with immediate effect commuted. This includes those of you on a Death row status. You will no longer be required to wear the yellow prison issue dress. Furthermore your current electronic tag which you wear on your ankle will also be removed. For today only to celebrate these changes the shower block water will be set to Hot. Make up and hair products are also available. All working parties are also suspended for the day”.

Morgan paused deliberately as this news sunk in. The noise level grew as all the women began talking to their neighbors and smiling and even a little laughter broke out. Jones barked out a Silence.

“As I say all sentences are commuted. As of this morning you are no longer prisoners. You are however now all official Slaves.”

The gasp was audible.

All slaves will wear a new uniform which will be issued during the day. In addition all slaves will wear the collar which will be demonstrated to you later. Bar coding will be compulsory and applied on the back of the neck.

With immediate effect all those of you who have technically had Death sentences logged against them will at 18.00 hours today have those sentences carried out. You will be tortured for 6 hours and at midnight you will be impaled and flogged until you expire .May you die in pain. As of now Haulfryn is fully licensed for torture and execution and you will be the first of many.

All of those who took the option of volunteering for the Club X project as personal slaves to myself and staff will be crated and shipped to West Africa tonight where you will be sold at public auction. I know your experience as a trainee slave here will give you a good idea of what to expect and give your new owners true service.

For the rest of you new medical tests will be applied so as to confirm your grade, status and likely use whether as house, rental or auction slaves. These will be done today. All women over 50 will report to my office at 17.00.Do not be late!

That is all. Carry on Mr. Jones”

Judge John Stead dropped another gear as he drove his Mercedes deeper into mid-Wales. The drive had become a welcome and familiar event. He loved the contrast of the capital city and his daily life of the courts and judgments with the sheer simplicity of the rolling and isolated countryside. As he powered through yet another corner on the country roads towards Haulfryn; he thought to himself that after 2 years of his fortnightly visits he knew every twist and turn of the road ahead. He put the foot to the floor as he reached one of the few straight sections of the 100 mile journey. His meeting with Morgan was at 10..00 and he was a little late.

Morgan returned to his office and without going to his desk selected a cane from the collection mounted over the fireplace. Swishing the thin bamboo through the air a few times he turned to his desk. The sight of this slaves ass sticking out was too much to bare. He noticed how truly white her skin was and how the goose bumps stuck out. What really pleased him though was the ever so slight shaking of this ones hips and lower back. She was scared stiff. He stood back and gave full force to the stoke.

Tania cried out loud as the cane hit her cheeks, urine immediately trickled from between her lips and then flowed uncontrollably as Morgan continued to administer the 30 strokes.

The big blue lorry that lay ahead was taking the whole width of the road. Only 2 miles to go thought the judge, but Ill never pass it now the roads were far too windy and narrow. He glanced at the dash and saw the time just go past 10.Damn he hated to be late. He told himself to calm down and just enjoy the views and relax. He looked at the lorry again and a smile broke out over his face. Quite clearly he could decipher through the mud and dirt the wording “HILLS FINE MEATS (EUROPE) LTD.” He sat back a little in the comfort of his driving position and chuckled. I know where you are going buddy he silently thought.

He reached over and gave the thigh of his silent companion a squeeze. “We are very close” he said.

Morgan inspected Tania’s red and welted buttocks with great interest. He admired his handiwork with some satisfaction. The trembling ass was truly a fine mess. He thought about fucking here right this second but the Judge was due any minute. He loved the sensation of ramming into a freshly beaten backside knowing how sore each thrust would be on the tenderized flesh of his victim. Sod it he thought. He dropped his combats and reached for his half erect cock. Why the hell not give this bitch something to really cry about. He pulled the cheeks open and aimed for home.