Dark Erotic Fiction

Morgan was back at his desk. The cock sucker Tania was no longer present, now being moved and secured in the staff rest room as the prison officers toilet for the rest of the day .

For God’s sake he thought as he trawled through the in box of the Haulfryn Slave Trading Company .By the time he worked through them all he had over 40 offers to take into service totally new female stock, and it had only been open for less than a day. The logistics were worrying. Despite the export order to Africa and the over 50s off to the Hills Fine Meats he had made a commitment to all the members of his Club X that their girlfriends and wives would be registered in the first week, No doubt the Judge would remain active in his selection of the best women prisoners for sentence to Haulfryn and continue to send the best quality females he could. His involvement over the past 2 years had seen the age of the inmates fall by an average of over 10 years, and the physical shape gone up by at least one bra size smiled Morgan.

Adjusting the security camera system monitors Morgan glanced fleetingly at the preparation cell screen where the Judge could be seen joyfully buggering his ex wife. Morgan’s cock jumped when he remembered the judges offer of his 19 year old daughter as a little personal bonus . What did he day ,ah yes if you think my wife’s got a great figure wait till u see my daughter. He switched to camera 2 to see the tear stained wife badly cope with her anal battering. He watched long enough to see the Judge just about to move on to select a bamboo cane and saw him deliver the first blow before changing to a new camera location.

The camera zoomed in on a line of naked and bald women slowly making a crocodile line up through the complex. He could see clearly their collars glisten in the sun. Each had their arms cuffed behind their back and they seemed to be walking oddly. He saw the reason why some bright spark had obviously had to improvise or had a good sense of his new duties. The line was chained from one to the next by barbed wire which had been put between their legs and kept the line secure. One guard with his back to him was using his bull whip to great effect as the line cowered from his blows and fell back and forth. From what he could make out every woman in the line had trails of blood trickling from their crotch

Joanna stead knew she was in a mess. Her ass stung like crazy and she felt liquid trickle from her bum hole back over her labia. She guessed correctly it was blood as the anal fucking she had just endured was so brutal that she must have ripped her sphincter. That man was an animal ,why did he not say anything, oh my god what if they are all like him. She started to whimper again.

The two guards Jim and Bruno stepped out of the block while the judge did his business and enjoyed their cigarette. The screams of the Judges wife was music to their ears. Jim did a quick mental calculation that she still had about 30 minutes of her daily whipping to be completed following the Judges efforts. They returned via the store room and brought in the gyno chair to her cell.

That’s a right mess thought Jim seeing the welted buttocks but Bruno didn’t seem too concerned as he unzipped and approached the very available slave. He grabbed under her body the dangling breast meat and mauled them vigorously and worked his generous sized cock up her back passage. Joanna blurted out “please no” but by that time his shaft was well on its way. The very deliberate and slow pace of this fucking was in marked contrast to the frantic battering of the first cock up her .At the very top of his stroke this man held himself there for a couple of seconds

Jim had just fixed a letter C on the branding iron which was warming up as he prepared the gyno chair and its straps. He knew Bruno would be some time but it gave him the chance to test the ink for the tattoo. He thought which would be the better way to get all the tasks done and decided to brand her ass while she was still in the stocks. Closely followed by the bar code to be tattooed on her neck. Then put on the gyno chair for the insertion of her nipple and cunt rings, then brand her right tit and finally give her the remaining whipping allowance between her legs and then he’d finish his shift for the day.

An hour later slave WC2005H001 was being lead through the farm on a chain running from her new rings . Her restrained arms and collar almost unnecessary as the pulling chains tugged at her sex lips and nipples, this was more than enough of a pain focus to keep her moving towards her new quarters in complete silence. Actually up very close you could hear a very quiet and continuing whimper.

Joanna Stead felt the slap hard across her face her instinctive response to defend herself was thwarted by hard unforgiving steel that bound her wrists behind her back and some metal pole. Her reaction to kick her assailant also failed as her ankles were similarly bound on a short chain to the very same pole. As she moved her head she realized it too was restricted by some kind of collar and chain. As she focused her eyes she saw a clock with the hands on midday .Immediately below it was her husband dressed in his judges wig and gown. She tried to speak but the band of linen seemed to cut out her words as it tightness bit on her mouth.

“Joanna Stead you are the first of what no doubt will be many who appear before the commissioner for slaves in this country. I have read the sworn statements required by the European Slave Directive with regard to your case. As a woman between 18 and 50 with a no drugs record and not pregnant you fulfill the basic criteria of the law and are eligible for sentence to a lifetime of servitude.
Under Article 9 The Law can allow for the Nominating Male to make additional stipulations on the conditions and use of the proposed slave subject to this being endorsed by either an officer of the Court or a Registered Slave trader. However the nominating male is not allowed to make conditions on the disposal or sale of the slave that being the prerogative of the registered trader or the new owner. Therefore this is the sentence of the court.
1. You are now a slave. You will have your slave number tattooed on your neck as a Bar Code. You will never wear clothes again and the following additional special conditions apply to your case.
2. you will be assigned as a Category C which means when not in use you will undertake hard labour .
3. As a category C slave you will be branded on your right breast and left ass cheek. You need to be aware that all C slaves are designated for use by anyone and that includes A or B slaves and that animal use is included.
4. You are to be shaved completely and your pubic hair will be plucked.
5. As an anal virgin you will for the next 60 days you will have your vagina out of bounds and that all male sex with you will be conducted there.
6. Having been graded at the bottom level (grade E) on the cock sucker scale all your teeth will be removed so you may provide a satisfactory service with your mouth.
7. You will serve as a public toilet one day a week at a site specified by the authorities
8. You are to be made available as a public whore one day a week where you will serve the community on the Pound ( or dollar )a time programme which will provide individual service to those in need.
9. You will be entered into the new public gang bang initiative where for a day a week any group of five men or more may use you for any 6 hour period consecutively. The recommendation of this court is that you serve the youth market which seems to have developed a specific desire for older C slaves.
10. With regard to your personal details as a 49 year old mother of two with a 38D chest, size 12, weighing 124 pounds you are under the directive to be whipped daily for a minimum of one hour.

Finally on your 50th. Birthday you will be returned to this court for a decision as to how you will be executed. The courts current recommendation is that public dual impalement should be employed. Take her down”

The sobbing crumpled form of the former Mrs Joanna Elizabeth Stead was moved from the stand and away to a preparation cell.

Prison Officer Jim Griffith unhooked the collar chain for the retractable post and pushed the button for it to lower into the floor of the prisoners dock. His cock twitched further into life as he pushed the cowering form of the judges wife away from this court room and away to the preparation cell. The four gentle slaps he had given her face to wake her from her coffee induced snooze some 10 minutes or so ago half aroused him. He did so enjoy beating women.

The crying form of this woman was easily pushed down to the cell. Her ankle chains enabled her to walk almost normally and with her hands secured behind her back he was able to manoeuvre her easily. Her body language said it all ,she was devastated and defeated and all within a few minutes. After 10 years of being a guard he could tell this one would be broken easily and he so looked forward to doing it. In particular rich bitches were a favourite, seeing them crumple into compliant and easy to manage pris….

Damn he thought I must remember they are slaves, at least they have no rights at all not like prisoners.
His pal Bruno Walters was waiting as he pushed Joanna Stead into the cells. In seconds her restraints were changed to her arms secured above her head and her legs spread about 3 feet apart, her collar was reattached to the wall bolt.

Both men looked at her with lust and depravity.

“Your turn to go first”, offered Bruno. “Ive got to get the Gyno chair in for later anyway” and he left the cell.

Shame thought Jim to himself as he took the chin in his hand and looked into the sobbing face he really fancied this bitches virgin ass. He spat directly at the fear filled eyes. “look bitch, I don’t care how we do this, there is the easy way or the hard way . I can do either and frankly id be happy with the harder . I know you cant believe just what’s happened to you. The way I see it you’ve got 199 days till you get snuffed. You may not like any of what your darling husband has got planned for you but my job is to do it to you. Now I don’t care a shit about who you were or what you were because now you are the lowest of the low. I can remove the gag from your mouth right now as long as you don’t come on with stupid babbling and bad mouthing. You just nod if you want me to undo it. OK?”
He stared at her chest as he waited for the poor cow to realise she had no choice at all and she’d better understand the small crumbs of choice she was offered would be her only feeling of being human at all. His hands now grabbed her still clothed tits and squeezed hard the meat. Jim smiled as he felt them thinking of skewering the ample flesh in a little while.
Joanna nodded her head almost as away of him stopping him mauling her breasts.

“Good call slut”. Jim undid her cloth gag .Joanna wanted to scream and shout in pure relief, she flexed her mouth and jaw but couldn’t talk. She was still speechless from the horror of what had happened. Her mind raced but couldn’t focus or take it in. What had she done to deserve this, What about her beautiful house, her darling daughter, her wonderful life.

Jim’s hunting knife suddenly cut through the £1000 dress in one movement. With a simple tug he pulled away the material and threw it behind him. “Very nice” admired the guard as he feasted on the body in front of him. Those great tits were encased in a half cup black bra and with the garter thong and stockings the former Mrs Stead looked ravishing. Jim cut away the garter belt first, then the bra and finally the panties .He stepped back to look again at the breathing fast form of pale skinned and shapely form of the new slave.

His cock twitched even harder as he told her she was now in her slaves uniform. God she looked good and he knew then that he’d just have to have her. “I know your old man said it was only ass sex for you but my little slut I’m going to fuck you right now”. He unzipped himself with one hand and reached between her legs with the other. “Now bitch scream if you must but id enjoy it if I were you because it will be your last bit of pleasure for some time.” So easy to push her back and enter her like this. The slit opened easily to his searching cock and with one thrust he was up her .Joanna grunted with surprised pleasure as this first new man in over 20 years took her and shoved her back on the wall. Her sex had betrayed her she was really almost enjoying it, not really surprising since it was her first sex for over 6 months. She caught herself form pleading harder to this stranger but bit her tongue as he harshly fucked her .

Jim squeezed on her wonderful nipples as his climax neared. He withdrew completely for his final strokes before ramming back into this now responding slave. She was going to be a good slut. He felt himself release his cum and kept the rigid cock buried deep in her hilt and felt her desperately continuing to try to get her own orgasm as she milked his cock with faster friction.
He gave in and let her cum. She gushed juice and moaned with pleasure. Jim squeezed her nipples through her orgasm and her coming down and kept his thumb and forefinger there well after her final shudder. The pain of this now returned to her senses and as her face now grimaced and contorted he just said. “remember that fuck slut”.

Jim zippered himself up and got out his scissors. Five minutes later and her long hair was at her feet. A rough choppy cut of half an inch remained on her head. The clippers came next and 2 minutes on her head was bald. He was just about to shear between her legs when he remembered she was for plucking down there. It will take too damned long , he reached for his zip lighter and with the deftness of a 20 a day smoker ignited the flame. He showed the flame to her bush and smiled as her pubic hair crackled and burnt as the heat suddenly hit her nerve ends and her first scream bellowed out. Two seconds later he smothered the flaming pubis with a few pats of his hand.

Her sharp shriek of pain was interrupted by Bruno returning with what was a wooden stand with 3 apertures, more commonly known as a set of stocks.
“Give me a hand here” pleaded Bruno . “The judges schedules has been changed”. The two men set up the stocks in the middle of the room and put the unwilling Joanna into position. Her Head and arms secured through the wooden frame. Her ankles bolted to the side of the frame. Her white and fleshy ass checks exposed at crutch level and her short back leaning over. The two guards moaned between themselves about never having enough time to do their duties but reminded the secured slave that there was plenty to come of her preparation yet.
Joanna was left facing the cell wall not able to touch her smarting pubis. Desperately trying to even remember what her husband had said in court. What kind of court was it anyway that treated women this way. She cursed herself for not being interested in the world around her and not knowing what was going on and she knew deep down she was not the brightest thing in the world but she should have known something about this slave directive.

The Judge entered the cell quietly. The bent over form of his ex wife faced him. He loved the way that stockings highlighted the female ass especially when bent forward. His cock was at attention .Shall I whip her first or fuck that ass. He undid his trousers and moved behind her. He couldn’t resist.

Mrs. Joanna Stead, the wife of the Honourable Judge, smiled weakly back as he grabbed her thigh lightly to tell her they were nearly there. She hated the countryside, she hated car journeys and she hated even more playing the official role of the Judges wife at official functions. Why the hell she was going to a woman’s prison for an official function she had no idea.

At 5′3 and a size 10 the 49 year old redhead knew she had pleased her husband this morning. He seemed far more interested in her appearance from the moment she got up. After 20 years of marriage she was pleased that at least today he seemed interested enough to insist she wear something sexy and revealing. She spent considerable time effort and money on her appearance with far more of her time in various health and beauty spas than she should. Her dress alone was over £1000 but her little black number with the plunging v neckline showed off her ample breasts and the side slit gave her a level of sophistication that felt slightly out of place in the middle of the Welsh Hills and especially at this time of day.

Finally at the checkpoint they were waved ahead of the blue lorry that had slowed them up for the past few miles. It was still a mile to the main admin. block and it did seem to her a rather beautiful place to put condemned prisoners.

Some official greeted them as the car pulled outside what was once a fine country house. She was ushered into an ante room as the Judge disappeared into see the Governor and was offered coffee by a yellow dressed inmate in a very polite and servile manner. She felt very overdressed and the coffee tasted bitter. She took a look out the French windows but soon felt rather unwell and aimed for a large leather sofa .She just needed to close her eyes for a second and rested her head on the sofa arm. Just a few seconds and I’ll be fine.

The Judge was shown to Morgan’s offices where a whimpering slave seemed to have got quite a beating by the look other freshly flayed skin. He noticed her still distended anal ring was leaking cum. He smiled at Morgan “Busy Morning today?” the judge inquired with a slight smile and a knowing look. “I don’t suppose you have your night-stick to hand?” he asked Morgan. Sure the distracted Morgan replied by the window. The judge picked up the hard wooden baton and with the sureness that even surprised him rammed home the end several inches straight and directly up Tania’s puckered hole. She screamed so loud it was off the scale then it fell away to a howl as the judge rammed it in further. Morgan had reached for his gun instinctively “.What the fuck” exploded Morgan.

“Shut the sniveling bitch up for Christ’s sake” barked the Judge. “This is a vital day for me and I don’t need some foreign slut moaning through my meeting with you. You do remember at 12.00 I become The Commissioner for Slaves?”

“OK. OK” soothed Morgan reaching for a cock gag to drown out Tania’s wails as the judge further used the stick in her ass .

” 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.

Tania tried as hard as she could to swallow the captain’s seed. Even after all her time in having to suck men’s cocks she found the task disgusting. She tried to get comfortable in her cramped position under his desk. It was only her third day on punishment rota B and she knew it would get worse before it get better.

Her bra hurt like hell, 2 cup sizes too small and with 144 drawing pins individually placed between both cups by her own hand it was always hard every morning when she was forced to put in on. 18 hours a day with sore tits and little trails of blood running down at various times of the day as she was moved around for her duties was so cruel. Actually her knees hurt more now as she rested over the connecting beam of his desk. Her round bottom fully exposed to any visitor to the captain’s office as her head faced his crutch. Her ankles firmly secured to the spreader bar ensured her openness.

Her mind briefly wandered back over her journey from the Ukraine to the sex industry in the UK. Her year of being forced to be a prostitute and then that raid by the immigration services which lead to her four year jail sentence .She could still not believe how harsh the penal system was in Western Europe. Still she tried to work out how may hours more shed be in the position.

The Captain stood on the terrace as the morning sun came over the valley side, The sheer beauty of the place still overwhelmed him. The stark but bright green hills surrounded the old country house and all of the outhouses and walled garden. There were times when he was almost tempted to find out more about the history of this place. Built in the 1850s it was a country estate of some Lord or other but all he was aware of that the Yanks took it over during the second world war for officers quarters and training, The British Army carried on using its isolated location for wild country training for many years, before it became briefly an outdoor pursuits center.

When Quality Secure Systems inc. bought the place 10 years back there was lots of local opposition but good wages and the buying slowly of all the local property for staff quarters had made all that fizzle out.

It was now the perfect set up totally isolated and secure and he had complete control of all he could see and hed made very good use of it but now he could go much further!

Morgan reached into his combats and pulled out his hip flask. He took a swig and then raised the flask to the morning sun .”God Bless the Yanks and the White Slave Act” was his early toast to the day.

He cast his eyes to the two blocks where his 112 unsuspecting prisoners were about to find out how the power of the European Directive would be changing their lives forever. As he moved off the terrace he reminded himself that the Ukrainian bitch on B duties would get 30 lashes for being such a poor cock sucker

It always amused Morgan whenever he entered a room of his prisoners that silence descended and the hub- bub of female chatter finished instantly. This morning was no different as he opened the dining hall. Just over a 100 women dressed in their yellow issue dresses stood up as he came through the door and with a gentle wave of his hand they all sat down immediately on this so gentle command.

Second in charge Dai Jones approached the captain.

“Bore Da Dai” said Morgan as the lieutentant passed over the clip board. The non welsh speaking Jones replied “ Good Day to you sir”.

“I see everything seems to be in place” smiled Morgan as he checked the plans for the day. Morgan had complete confidence in his deputy that this day would indeed be a good one. They agreed the numbers present in the hall and the other 12 missing women who were otherwise occupied in various duties around the facility. Morgan had nearly forgotten about the two languishing in the cellar of his own farm some 2 miles away from Haulfryn.

“So to confirm there are 110 inmates here and of our total we have orders for 20 for immediate export to Africa, 14 with a sell by date of post 50 for immediate collection by the local abattoir. Of the remainder 25 have had experience of voluntary slave experience through the alternative punishment programme. Still leaves an awful lot to be trained to an acceptable standard.” Mused the Captain.

“ My staff have been looking forward to this day for an age sir” replied Dai,” I have every confidence we will process them quickly and be in a position to trade profitably very quickly.”

“I do hope so” replied Morgan

“ I do hope so. Ok, lets tell these cunts their futures”

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.