CHAPTER 1 - EVENSONG
Don Garcia carefully closed the French window behind him,
and stepped forward to the balustrade.
The balcony he stood on opened from his Master Bedroom, and looked out
over the Estancia's inner courtyard. It
was early evening, with perhaps an hour and a half before he needed to change
for dinner; always a formal meal at the Estancia.
He often used this time for reflection. It was in many ways the best time of the day
- the fierce heat gone, the local wildlife 'day shift' had packed up and gone
home, whilst the 'night shift' was yet to stir.
He lit a cigar - only the best, of course. Cuban.
They still made the best, some combination of climate, soil, and
traditional working methods that modern industry couldn't emulate. And Garcia could afford the best - of
Not least, his slavegirls. There were over fifty at the Estancia right
now, and every one of them fit for a king.
Even the ones he wasn't personally fond of for one reason or another
were girls that almost any other man would kill for; at least, those men who
were interested in girls rather than boys!
Below in the courtyard, there was a clank of two metal
objects briefly striking the paved surface.
Looking down, he saw Thomas and Hernando carrying various metal tubes to
an area just below his balcony, where a broad plinth stood, studded with
projecting bolts and metal rings. They
began to erect a framework from the tubing.
With a wave, Don Garcia acknowledged their presence, but didn't speak
and promptly forgot them in his musings.
What occupied him most at present was the latest batch of
new girls. An even dozen had been
'inducted' over a week ago. Most of them
had now been used sexually in one or more of a multitude of ways - several by
Don Garcia, others by his overseers and house-guests. Being used sexually - raped, fucked, screwed;
whatever you wished to call it - also meant that they were now naked. Don Garcia usually left them clothed until
the day they were to be raped. Once that
was done, they were kept naked almost all the time. And gagged - by all means, let us have
silence from the little dears unless we wish otherwise!
But each girl was an individual, and he studied their
details - life history, temperament, physique, upbringing - and only then
determined on which course of action to take with them. For, even if he wasn't lusting after each and
every one (and Garcia was also a generous man to his friends, so some of the
girls were presented, at least temporarily, for their use), the means of
introducing the new females to sexual slavery was the best part of owning
them. Not for him mass production
methods, nor any programme simply designed to force females into absolute,
unquestioning servitude in the shortest possible time, begging any man to use
No, each girl was to be savoured as a never to be
repeated delicacy. Used and abused,
certainly; but with style and panache!
Take some of the new group as an example. That first night, he had chosen the French
girl, Bianca. Like many of the girls he
acquired, her stunning looks had actually stopped her making the most of her
body and emotions. Again like a typical
Garcia slavegirl candidate, she had used boys for her own ends, but hadn't
really enjoyed the experience. He had no
compunction in turning the tables on her!
So, he had her fucked by six of his overseers in front of
all the other girls - then left her there for the overseers to use during the
night if they wished. Apart from the
effect on her, it gave the other girls something to think about!
Garcia believed that Bianca had never had a proper climax
- until that night. She was hot, but
hard to rouse fully. It was no wonder
then that it took the combined efforts of six men (though admittedly three of
them were poor performers) to get her going!
Really though the credit belonged mostly to the negro giant, Jean-Luke. His untiring assault inside the girl's cunt had
first painfully overwhelmed, then devastated her. Once her defences had collapsed, only then
could she begin to experience the real thing.
Such orgasms as she might have brought about before the Estancia -
through playing with herself - were as nothing compared to the continuous
climax Jean-Luke forced on her. Don
Garcia knew that, as a result, Bianca had much changed. Against her will, certainly; but now, who
knew what she may be capable of?
His own little treasure! Well,
not so little, really; she was actually a big girl, well-built. And mad as hell about her situation here at
the Estancia! His plan for her was
pretty long-term. But there was no need
to reflect on Tracy-Jane; she was literally a few yards away, within his bedroom. He would return to her in a few minutes.
Instead, consider two more young American girls, Cherry
and Marcie. What a jape he had played on
them! They were given the opportunity to
escape, and then by careful, apparently chance events, guided of their own
volition up to the Estancia's mining shanty town; whereupon they were swiftly
'recaptured' and given to the miners and guards to be used mercilessly. A fine joke which all shared - except of
course the two thoroughly raped females!
Even after all that, the girls were still to be punished
for 'escaping'; a cruel fate for something they could not have succeeded in
anyway! But Garcia was making a
point. Escape was impossible, and even
to attempt it - and the girls certainly thought they were trying to escape -
would bring awful consequences. At this
moment, the two girls were chained in the deepest, dampest, least salubrious
bit of the mine shafts, their only 'relief' the occasional use of them made by
Maria, the Mexican girl, was a bit of a dark horse. Slavery at the Estancia was actually an
improvement in her situation, in some ways!
One never knew how they might take it - in effect, she had exchanged one
type of slavery for another, but one with more possibilities.
So far, she seemed to do her domestic chores dutifully
and well, for the most part; being punished just enough so as to ensure she
wasn't forgotten entirely! When she was
eventually raped, she co-operated with all the overseers and was now 'chained'
by Leon, his Head Overseer. Chaining
meant that the individual had claimed the girl for his sole sexual use (except
that Garcia, as her Owner, had full rights - but rarely exercised them over a
chain girl), and had sought and gained permission - and thus confirmation of
his claim - from Garcia and Madame Cara.
This entitled Leon to lock a thin gold chain around Maria's waist, from
the front of which dangled an Identity Disc proclaiming that she was
Leon's. This exclusivity only extended
to sexual use - all the staff still had the responsibility to punish and
command the girl in all other duties and conduct.
Garcia had noticed the slavegirl taking everything in,
and in particular she seemed to pay close attention to Madame Cara. Of course, all the slavegirls perforce had to
attend to Madame, if they valued there soft and tender little hides! But Maria seemed to be learning from the
Madame - and she certainly loved seeing the formerly pampered, rich, arrogant
white girls' horror and despair at how their life had changed! Yes, Maria would bear keeping an eye on.
Then there was Monika.
The Dutch girl was a prize - tall, perfect figure, regal, remote and
contemptuous of all that she was made to do.
Until, in a somewhat bizarre fashion, Thomas had discovered a violent
aversion to anyone playing with her rear passage. Don Garcia's decision to be patient with this
Ice Maiden had been vindicated, and her eventual taking made that much more
pleasurable and complete. In one long
day, the girl had been forced - through punishment and the threat of nasty
things happening to that vulnerable arse of hers - to lick and suck male cocks
and arseholes. Then, of course, Don
Garcia and several of his overseers fucked the girl's arse anyway! That was a few days ago, but even now her
arse was still the place to be - not one of them had yet sampled Monika's
cunt! Garcia had Thomas and Madame Cara
working on a suitable means to break the ice in that particular respect.
More sounds from the courtyard below interrupted Garcia's
retrospective mood, and looking down he saw that the framework was now
finished, and Hernando was leading a naked white girl towards it. Her wrists were confined in handcuffs behind
her, ankles shackled and joined by a metre of chain. Hernando pulled the girl onward by means of a
leather leash tied around the slave's metal collar. Every slavegirl wore this type of collar,
engraved on which was the essential fact of their situation: 'Property of
The girl was obviously reluctant, and with good reason! It was, Garcia now remembered, the young
Scottish girl Carolyn. About a week ago,
she had been stripped and utilised as the entertainment and ultimately the
first prize in a card game between four of his older male guests. Played with and thrashed during the game, and
eventually raped by the winning guest - surely a nice way to be introduced to
the full meaning of being a Garcia slave!
So enchanting was the spectacle of Carolyn affixed to her
rape frame that she stayed that way throughout the night as the winner made use
of her, and the following day she was displayed, still mounted, in the
Estancia's main hall. She proved quite a
popular exhibit! But she was not used again
that day, as Madame Cara had promised the girl that she would be punished for
various infractions - as if her pain and suffering during the card game and its
aftermath were not enough!
However, once the Madame had inspected Carolyn, she
decided that the girl had indeed suffered enough for the time being. Who said the Madame had no heart? But Cara also decided to use the period of
convalescence to further enhance Carolyn's suffering, and had her pierced -
nose, nipples and clitoris all received their little golden slave rings. But of course, the main reason Madame Cara
postponed Carolyn's little treat was so the young girl would be fit enough to
feel its full effect! And tonight was
And Carolyn knew it.
Madame Cara made sure that Carolyn knew.
In particular, she impressed on the recuperating girl that the punishment
was only postponed, not cancelled altogether, since discipline must be
maintained and what has been promised must be fulfilled.
Don Garcia knows he will not be able to do any more
thinking for now, so he leans on the balustrade and studies the scene
below. Since the destination of
Hernando, and thus Carolyn also, is just below him, he is treated to a
grandstand view of events.
His eyes suddenly narrow.
What? Yes ... ha! Yes it is!
Garcia chuckles and hails Hernando: "Is that necessary for
guidance, Hernando? Do you expect the
lights to fail, perhaps?"
Hernando notices the renewed attention of Garcia, and
stops, then bows. He forces Carolyn to
kneel, legs spread wide; this position is the usual obeisance. He is puzzled. Does the Senor mean the leash? It is a commonplace; slaves are most often
towed around with one. What about the
lights? Then suddenly, it dawns on him;
the Senor means what decorates the girl!
"May it please the Senor, Thomas decided to add this
little extra touch, Master!"
have guessed Thomas would be behind it - or at the front of it, in this
case! Please! Please proceed, Hernando - do not let me
delay you and make our guests wait for this little treat!"
Still guffawing, he waved the overseer on. Hernando, with another short bow, tugged the
leash and covered the remaining few metres to the frame.
What Garcia had made out was the fact that Carolyn's
pubic hair had been carefully trimmed to form an arrowhead pointing directly at
the juicy, be-ringed target immediately below.
It reminded the girl exactly what her function in life was. The funniest part of it was that it wasn't
necessary - what male, staff or guest, would have difficulty finding the cunt
of a slavegirl like her? Nor would the trimmed
muff be very visible anyway, in the position she was about to occupy!
Carolyn was made to kneel again, just in front of the
For much of the time, Estancia slavegirls wear gags. It helps them concentrate on their tasks, or
their punishments and uses. It cuts out
endless female chatter, comment and complaint.
In short, it contributes greatly to the comfort and relaxation of the
other Estancia residents and guests.
However, now and then a girl is punished ungagged. It serves to remind all present what they
are, thankfully, missing. But it also
adds to the occasion, to hear the girl suffer, as well as see it. Just as long, says Don Garcia, as it is done
It had been decided that Carolyn could 'sing for her
supper' in that way. So, before Carolyn
is even installed in her punishment position, Hernando removes her stringent
gag and works her jaw to free it of stiffness.
At first, like a microphone being tested, there are just a few minor
groans and odd noises as the vocal cords - so long unused - are carefully
checked to see if they function.
They do. Within
minutes, Carolyn is giving vent to her feelings about the forthcoming event,
the fates, life at the Estancia in general and how it affects Carolyn in
particular, and various trivial reasons why she should not even be a slavegirl,
owned by Don Garcia!
Ah, here comes Thomas and Madame Cara, noticed
Garcia. They both bowed to him as they
approached the balcony (for Madame Cara was not known to curtsey!); he waved
for them to carry on.
He noticed that quite a crowd of guests had gathered
under the courtyard's colonnade, gazing expectantly at the unfolding spectacle
of Carolyn's ordeal. The clink of
glasses and the low hum of conversation could be heard - in the intervals
between Carolyn's cries of anguish, and pleas for mercy.
But even she has the sense to be quiet when Madame Cara
arrives. Whatever Carolyn was about to
suffer could be doubled or trebled if Madame Cara felt like it, so there was no
sense in asking for more trouble! And
despite her pleas, everything she had seen, heard and experienced at the
Estancia submerged any optimism she may have had that it wasn't going to happen
The tubular framework in front of the horrified girl was
fairly simple. The main item was an
inverted 'U'-shaped section, the horizontal part of which was at about waist
level and was wrapped in a cylinder of coarse horsehair. From the two top corners and facing the
slavegirl, a diagonal tube led down on each side parallel with each other to
the floor of the plinth, where it was firmly bolted down as with the other
fixings. Just above the ground on these
diagonals, there were hefty rings welded to the tube, projecting some way inwards.
Beyond the main framework, another, shorter inverted 'U'
was fixed to it by horizontal tubes.
This second frame had a pillory-type board with two holes in it attached
to its top.
While Hernando holds her steady, Thomas removes her ankle
shackles and fits a leather pouch over each of Carolyn's naked feet. These are drawn tight around the ankles and
locked. There are no individual toes,
just a bag with a stainless steel 'D' ring stitched to the end of it.
Now Carolyn is made to stand, and move forward to the
frame, which she does awkwardly in the foot pouches until her unprotected
thighs touch the horsehair roll. She
flinches, a little. Words have failed
her, now, and she starts to cry - but the overseers are ready for this tactic,
and she gets a sharp stroke of Thomas's tawse across her legs!
He grasps her hair and pulls back, then removes her
leash. Madame Cara comes forward; Thomas
still has Carolyn's head back.
"Open your mouth, slave!" commands Madame
Cara. Carolyn gulps back tears and does
as she is told. Why remove her gag, then
fit it again? But she does not
question. Any order will be obeyed now,
for the consequences of not so doing are too awful to contemplate!
The gag is not re-fitted.
Instead, Cara places her riding crop into Carolyn's mouth, and tells
her; "If you cannot behave properly, at least you can be useful. Hold that in place until I require it, slut -
and if you drop it while we fix you in position ...!"