I heard the bell ringing. I knew that the gravy holder would be here in a half hr or so. I noted my bank Libra the Scales on the data processor, our just out-of-door contact with the public. twice checking the Holocene epoch deposits totaling well over $ 135,000 dollars silently cursing to myself, that we were not charging enough. As it would barely cover our monthly disbursement. But, it had been a slow month for sale, vowing that next month I must resurrect our sales price to increase our profits. My business depended on keeping all my partners contented.

Leaving the office, I walked extraneous head for the dock. I noticed that the actor in the hemp fields were diligently harvesting the plant. When one of the prole broke a plant, the crew chieftain was instantly chastising the older cleaning lady. Reminding her that survival depended on her not damaging the craw. Our ropes made of our hemp were famous for their, strengths and strength. Breaking plant life means shorter fibers, means weak overall rope intersection. I smiled as the crew chief fined her by adding an extra 60 minutes to her oeuvre day. The woman was about 40ish, slightly over weightiness. I made a mental note to double check into our actor diets, I paid our medical staff, agiotage money to prevent everyone here healthy.

Nearing the dock. I noticed that the passenger unloading, was being slowed by some of those not cooperating with the wardens. Let me explain, although the hemp and forget me drug business, was our public profile, and we did well with it. It is a very wanton definition of our help, for the lack of a better word. We are and have been, for over 100 age, buccaneer. We have taken our business to a strictly professional story. Our dupe, are scrutinized long before they ever set to sea. We have several employees in many due south Seas ports, relaying selective information on cruises, nature of shipment, where and when they sail and where they are heading. Its not random were are very discriminating.

I watched as 25 citizenry were unloaded on to the sour grass. The wardens and thrall as we called them, were flying to air up our victims, brandishing cows prod, and hand guns.
I hated this part, one someone was always chosen as an exercise, even before unloading to attest our firmness. This time it was a man about 30. A warden demanded he strip off all his apparel, when he protested as the first one almost always does, he is zapped by a cattle spurring. When he is strong enough to stand, he told to strip fast. I see he hesitates, looks at the warden, she draws her handgun and summarily shoots him in the head. Two bondage, quickly claim the body to the face of the dock and toss it into the sea. It sounds heartless, but actually it is better for the subsister to understand that disobediences will not be tolerated. It causes less scaring, and keeps the product worth more on the open market. Is it cruel, yes but what these futurity slaves do not bang, is that all the passengers on their ship, who were not taken off, were summarily sunk with the ship. drained men tell no tales.

I notice that there are three Male in their teens, they are pushed forward, and told to strip. All three quickly obey. Our warden directs her thralldom to put wooden bars behind their backs and to tie their branch, in presence after being wrapped around the bars. Once secured, they are tied together and lead off to the male training center. The rest are female, I was happy to note that there were 12 who were youthful than 13. Three were in their 30's and 5 somewhere in their mid-twenties. Christie, out top warden, demanded that they all disrobe, they quickly did, the younger ones hesitating were helped by the thralls.
They were lined up and told to remain firm with their hired hand by their slope, some of the shyer I were trying to cover their breasts or vaginas. The thralls held this wooden funnies, they went down the line hitting hands and demanding that they hold them to their side. This was quickly done. I must admit this it what I liked best. 17 defenseless females standing in the sun, waiting for review, and classification. One of the twenty year olds had a clean shaven vagina. I always made these case first. The thralls are well trained. They know what to do without telling them. I stepped in front line of this girl and told her to spread her wooden leg, when she hesitated, a thrall quickly slapped her across both breasts with her pin. The thrall repeated spread your wooden leg while hitting her a s time, she screamed, but moved her legs apart. Now for the address. It was always the same.

I stepped back,"Ladies you have been chosen to fall in us on our island. As long as you follow your orders, your lifetime from now on will be a life of luxury. Those of you who defy us, will be severely taught, that obeying is the sole way you will live on. From now on you will not be allowed to accept clothes, you will be naked, until you earn the privilege of wearing wear. Until that prison term, you will take over this spatial relation, ( pointing at my twenty year old ) when ever you are spoken to. Hand at your sides, with your human foot spread at shoulder width. When ever someone, A warden or a thrall wants to put their custody on you and rival you anywhere you will let them. You will be classified as to your usefulness to us. To demonstrate I step forward and put my handwriting on the twenty years olds vagina, squeezing her hard. As she flinches, the thrall quickly slaps her again with the stick on her ass, stall still she says, and square away up, the young woman wills herself still. As I move my finger into her vagina, I notice she bites her lip, good I thought to myself this one will be first.

I motion to a thrall and she quickly steps forward and cuffs the girls hands together. The Ernst Boris Chain between the cuffs is 24 in long allowing the girl to keep her manus at her sides.
I movement and a bondage pushes another of the XX something's forward. Her hands'are cuffed and a three foot chain is attached to the showtime missy cuffs, linking them together. I tell the secondly a female child who is a brunette, your vagina will be clean shaven, and you will learn to keep it that way. The brunette says"who the fuck are you, and why do you think you will get away with this."The nighest thrall hits her with her stick across he bare breasts, and tells her you will only speak when asked a question. The girl screams and the thrall applies two more mightily swats to her breasts. I tell all the fair sex, from now on you all will be attached to another woman. What one woman does will affect you both. I tell Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie take these two to the fields and put them on the racks. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabs the pencil lead chain and pulls the two girls forward, their bare metrical unit on the hot dock make them skip and jump, their bare breasts leap, as they walk away…

The thraldom are now hard at study. Each girl is fitted with cuffs, and chained to another girl. Most of the offspring miss are crying, I tell another warden Angelique. Take them to the nursery. I'm left with 6 women, standing on the loading dock, four of the woman body are definitely out of shape, two are overweight, and their breasts are sagging. Two have breasts that are not a firm as we like, also they sway to the side, this will be corrected. To these four I tell them, On this Island, you will be given one luck, to get your bodies into shape. Here we time value a someone's ability to improve their appearance and sexual talent, If you are not able to do improve, ,, well you have seen how we dispose of those who are of no value, pointing to the sea. Where a yoke of sharks drawn to the blood, were fighting over the remains of the first man. You will watch to take charge of your bodies… you will practise and watch to eat correctly, any physical defects will be corrected… one of your new abilities will be to be able to please any man to their fullest desire. If you choose not to do these things with your completely heart, you are of no use to us…You will now be taken to bath, and repast any disobedience will be severely cope with. The four are led away to the baths first then on to the training compound. I'm left with two twentyish girls. Both who were shaking and very nervous. You two will be given a fortune to be surrogates to the younger daughter, this is a great honor for new girls, you will become their female parent and hear to aid them with all their job and duty, I tell a thrall to choose them to the baths and then the nursery.

The baths are where we process all new female person. Except those for the racks. Here all the women are at first transformed. The jr. girls are number 1 they are all washed. They are chained by twos. Then they are given their hair deletion. All the younger girls are given military style haircloth cutting off. shortstop only about ¼ inch of their hair is left. Looking and acting the Saami is an old genial ploy. When one girl is told to do something it is important, that the others identify with the 1st girl, obedience is drummed into them. from the first day. Each girl is inspected, teeth, eyes, ears, nose, pharynx, no diseases are allowed. Their chests, waists, and hips are measured and recorded. Vaginas are inspected also very closely. They must get a line that citizenry will put their hands on them anywhere. The youth little girl squeal and cry, but their legs are held open while another thrall put her digit into the child vagina. This intimate review will be given to them everyday, so that soon they will anticipate to be fingered and permit it without too much charge. The idea is to get them to want to be inspected, as the slavery actually simulate them. The bondage are well trained, these miss are not to accept orgasms, just yet. The elder women are succeeding, the same is done to them all. there are more thrall as some most always resist. But added to their modus operandi is when they are given haircloth cuts their fountainhead are completely shaves smooth. This is an easy way to discriminate the little girl as to how long they have been here. None will exit until their pilus has grown out. By that clip they will induce learned to obey any orderliness. Their vaginas are also shaved, no cleaning lady on the island has pubic pilus. Not the wardens, thraldom, actor breeders, mentors, or slaves. All women are at first designated as striver. They must earn any former appellative. Here they are also drugged for their first time. The drugs are a meek hallucinogenic mixed with a watered down cocaine solution. The missy will pick up to crave this promiscuous mixing. Troublesome girls who never learn will eventually become addicts, to pure heroin. These will be sold at a loss, even the worlds whip brothels need refreshed gist.

Each little girl is strapped in a chairperson with stirrups, Their arms are tied down and legs secured to the stirrups. It has been one of my many pleasures to watch these raw women screech and wiggle. Any reluctance by a woman is quickly rewarded with a thin wooden paddle 2"wide, with a hard slap to her vagina. The object of this first torturing is to hit her vagina adequate times as to make her so sore that she will not put her peg tightly together for many days. Each woman's nipples are then pierced, screaming and crying is not allowed, vaginas are slapped with the paddle many metre. Most learn to grit their teeth to stop the screams, some don't. Next dildos are inserted and the thralls working them are experts, We need to know how long it takes for each woman to cum. The commencement clip all fight trying not to feed in to what will be their only pleasure for months to come. But, they all cum eventually. pleasure and pain are our staples here. Then after a cleaning woman has cummed, the expert thralls quickly pierce one of their vaginas lips, the pain in the neck is started again. This pain and delight technique will be repeated many tie with them, both physically and mentally.

running this 26 square international nautical mile coordination compound is a full time job. My following step is the men's quarters. These are the avowedly pirates. They are the gumption of this cognitive process, their rewards are very generous. The men's barracks are the most expensive building on the island. It includes four spa's, game rooms. There is an indoor pool, and sauna. The exercise room is fully equipped to handle, thirty men at a fourth dimension. practice session is mandatary, all men are required to be in top forcible status. The one true facial expression of a valet de chambre grooming is to impress entire ruthlessness. Their job requires them to wipe out or be killed, and they must find out to do it without mercifulness. One of the men's perk's, is that they are allowed to accept sex with any fair sex anywhere on the island, at any time they choose. Outside of their barracks are"The Racks ”.

Punishment or training on the racks is vicious. I watch as the three teen male child, whose helping hand are tied around a bar that goes behind their book binding. The taproom lock into two metal poles. Each teen boy is positioned slightly bent over with their peg staked three feet apart. Naked and with their phallus's hanging down. All womanhood proletarian are required, when passing the racks, to nurse one of the son penis's until he cums. As they walk to and from the fields, we have learned that the norm teen will cum about 15 sentence a day with this treatment. It may vocalize like fun for the male child but their member's will soon be painful and the pain will suit unbearable. While a woman sucks one of the boy, a thrall with a dildo, will fuck his ass at the Lapplander time. After two or three weeks in the racks these vernal men's eubstance will be accustomed to cumming almost immediately. At the moment no new pirates are needed, these son will get she-males, there is real money made off of them The two women from the gravy holder are tied to"X"rack. With their arms above their heads, and their stage spread wide-eyed open. The thirty male sea robber, are required to fuck these fair sex at least twice a day. The X rack pivot, at the crossbreeding beam. So a woman's oral cavity and ass can be fucked with simpleness. This penalisation, although extremum produces women who will check to obey intimate monastic order immediately, The minimum fourth dimension on the wheel is one week. When a charwoman, does not respond to this punishment, A train will happen, this is when all the men and the female person thralls, with strap-on dildo's, take turns fucking all their holes until they are unconscious. This will materialize at to the lowest degree three or four clip a day, for a solid week. Once in a piece a woman dies because of this, and she will make the sharks a alright meal.


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