Foreword
The slaves were not shackled but there was the
ever-present man with the rifle at ground level and another armed man on the
roof; other guards carried whips.
The first girl to be branded was dragged over
to the brazier and held fast by two men.
When the hot iron was placed on her left buttock, Saskia heard it hiss
against her cool flesh, saw smoke rise, the girl writhe in agony, before
screams reverberated round the walls of the courtyard.
Saskia wondered why the numbing drink that had
been given to her when her vagina was pierced wasn't dispensed before the
slaves were branded but there was nothing to help them deal with the pain.
When it was her turn, Saskia bit her lip and
tensed her body.
She knew she would scream.
When the hot iron kissed her cheek she leapt in
the air involuntarily and nearly escaped the clutches of the guards though that
was not her intention. She heard her cry
as though it came from someone else's mouth.
Aghhhhhh! It was humiliating to scream so loudly
but she could not suppress it.
Shamefacedly, she staggered back to her place.
Chapter 1
Saskia Norris joined the line feeling very
nervous despite the encouraging looks from her parents. Her mother kept waving to her with little
flutters of her hand at waist level; imagining no-one else could see the
signals.
The very pretty eighteen year old girl was
queuing to receive the key to her room having chosen to be in Halls for her
first year.
Saskia had enjoyed a cosseted life up to this
point and felt she wasn't quite ready to share a flat with other students. Her father, who could easily afford it, had
offered to buy her a place in town but she felt that would make her too
detached from campus life.
When Saskia got her key and they found the
room, her dad's verdict was, 'Adequate, I guess.' His expression suggested he
held the opposite opinion. He'd lugged
her cello up the stairs and looked relieved to set it down next to the desk.
'Look at the view from this window,' said her
mother, trying to find the positives as ever.
And when they looked they saw a perfectly manicured
lawn with short white posts and black metal chains around it and ivy growing on
the ancient walls on the opposite side of the quad and students bustling
about. It was exactly how Saskia had imagined
the college would look even before she first visited at the time of her
interview.
'I won't be spending much time in my room. I can always work in the Library.'
The room had the basics in the way of mass
produced furniture: bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers with a mirror on top, desk and chair, reading lamp, but no en suite facility. Saskia imagined a rush to get in the shower
in the morning but as she never found it difficult to get herself out of bed
she'd try to be first.
'Should I ask if they have something more
spacious, honey?' asked her father. 'You
can hardly swing a cat in here what with your cello taking up so much space.'
'Don't you dare,' said Saskia. 'There's nothing wrong with this room.'
'Don't fuss Huntley,' said mum. 'It's all part of the adventure.'
'Do you want a little look round and find something
to eat before you go?' asked Saskia.
'She can't wait to get rid of us,' said
mum. 'She's feeling perfectly fine.'
***
When her parents finally left her, Saskia went
back to her room feeling a little tearful. She didn't feel fine. Her mother knew that but it was part of
jollying her along. It was a new
experience being entirely on her own and she didn't know if she'd cope. She knew most people put her in the rich kid, spoilt brat category and had
no idea she was inherently shy and often lacked confidence. Others saw her as the girl who had
everything, school friends said as much, because not only was her family
wealthy and powerful, but Saskia herself was a strikingly pretty girl. She was used to people asking why she didn't
try modelling or going into movies. In
her own mind she accepted she was good looking but her attractive appearance
was a mixed blessing, it gave another reason for people to be jealous of her,
and often she was dismissed as an airhead.
She knew it was partly the price of being a
natural strawberry blonde.
Everyone said her hair was a beautiful colour,
but...
Saskia was very careful not to allow the sun to
get to her skin and it remained porcelain white and flawless apart from a
sprinkling of tiny moles on her left shoulder and one between her breasts.
She turned the key in the door and undressed.
'A figure to die for,' her school friends
said. She was lucky in her genetic
inheritance, her parents were tall and slim, and she didn't need to diet and
exercise as obsessively as many of her friends. Despite being slim she was full breasted.
Saskia took a vibrator from her case and lay on
the bed naked.
She began to tease and caress the nipple of her
right breast; at the same time she eased the two longest fingers of her left
hand between the lips of her pussy and began to masturbate gently.
Saskia thought she must masturbate more than
most girls and imagined it was a sign of her loneliness. When she felt vulnerable as she did now she
found sexual gratification soothed and comforted her. Yet she felt ashamed that the first thing she
did the minute she was on her own was to get out her vibrator. No doubt the other Freshers would be getting
to know each other; she imagined the hum of conversation in the common room
getting louder as people relaxed with each other, no doubt helped by drinks
from the bar.
She was a virgin with little experience of
boys.
Her father's over-protectiveness annoyed her at
times; at other moments she felt reassured and safe because of it.
Her breathing deepened as her pussy got wetter.
She applied some lubricant and nuzzled her
vibrator against her clit. The instrument was flesh coloured, made in
the shape of a lusty cock and the head rotated.
Saskia started at a low speed and hoped no-one would be able to hear the
buzz. The walls that partitioned the
rooms were probably thin but not that thin, surely.
But she'd just dismissed the thought from her
mind and surrendered herself to the blissful feelings the vibrator was pulsing
through her pussy when she heard a rap on the door.
Saskia hurriedly wrapped a towel round her
middle and went to answer the knock. She
opened a small gap and peered out into the corridor cautiously.
'Hi, I'm Natalie. I'm your next door neighbour. I thought I should say hello.'
An attractive girl with short dark hair and
green eyes was standing there with a friendly smile. She had a fuller figure than Saskia but she
wasn't fat. There was a gap between her
vest top and her jeans and Saskia could see Natalie had a stud in her navel.
'Oh, hi,' said Saskia, trying to sound warm. 'I'm Saskia.
Come in. Sorry the place is a
tip. I haven't unpacked yet.'
It was then that Saskia remembered she hadn't
hidden the vibrator and there it was on the bed looking very conspicuous. It couldn't have been more obvious if it had
had a neon light flashing on the end. She
stood between Natalie and the bed, shifting her weight awkwardly. 'I haven't even got myself a kettle so I
can't offer you a coffee.'
'I've got some wine, only a cheap Chardonnay
I'm afraid; shall I fetch it?'
'That'd be nice.'
By the time Natalie returned, Saskia had packed
away the vibrator and had pushed her cases out of the way. She didn't have time to dress.
Natalie filled two glasses and handed one to
Saskia.
'Here's to next door neighbours,' she said and
clinked her glass against Saskia's. 'I
seem to have hit the jackpot,' she said.
'Yes,' said Saskia unsure of what Natalie meant
precisely.
'You're absolutely gorgeous,' Natalie said.
'Thanks.'
Saskia blushed deeply.
'Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare
you. Trust me with my big mouth. I mean you just have to
be the prettiest girl in the whole place.
You should be on Television or something. And you're talented too,' she pointed to the
cello. 'I'd love to be able to play a
musical instrument.'
'I'm very flattered, really,' said Saskia,
realising she sounded a little prim.
She reached across for her glass which she'd
left on top of the chest of drawers. Her
towel unravelled and flopped round her thighs.
Saskia covered herself as quickly as she could.
She was aware that Natalie was looking directly
at her breasts with an expression of approval.
Saskia had come across plenty of lesbians at her private boarding school
and thought she recognised Natalie as one of the sisterhood.
Saskia wondered sometimes if she should have
succumbed to overtures from some of the nicer girls but she never had.
'It's going to be good having you next door,
Saskia,' said Natalie as she re-filled Saskia's glass. 'I'm quite nervous about being on my own.'
'Are you really? You seem so bouncy and confident.'
'That's this stuff,' she held up the
bottle. 'Dutch courage.'
'I'm quite nervous myself. I've never been away from home before.'
'That's funny; you look as if you'd take
everything in your stride.'
Natalie sat down next to Saskia and put her arm
round her bare shoulder.
'We'll stick together, kid,' she said.
Saskia swallowed her third glass of the cloying
sweet wine.
'Your skin is unbelievably soft,' said Natalie,
stroking her shoulder and the area of her chest just above where the towel
covered her breasts.
'Stop going on about me,' Saskia said. 'You're very attractive yourself.'
'You're kind, Sass, but I'm not in your class. Elephantine
for a start.'
'You're not overweight. I like your kind of looks and you've got
lovely green eyes.'
'Do you need that towel, Sass?'
'No, I don't suppose I do,' said Saskia
emboldened by the wine. She let it slide
down to her lap then threw it into a corner of the room.
'God, you're beautiful,' said Natalie as if in
awe of her body.
Natalie touched Saskia's breasts lightly. 'I saw your vibrator on the bed when I came
in,' she said. 'Naughty girl!'
They laughed and hugged each other, both a little
drunk.
'Do I get to see you in the nude?' asked Saskia.
'In a minute,' said Natalie. She pushed Saskia gently but firmly onto her
back and, lying on top of her, began to kiss her mouth, caressing her breasts
with both hands. Her kisses were strong
and deep and urgent as if she'd grown impatient with the flirtation that had
preceded their physical contact. Saskia
was surprised by the passion of the kisses but acquiesced easily enough, felt
her nipples harden under Natalie's fingers.
Natalie tasted of the sweet wine.
When the kissing stopped for a moment, Saskia
whispered, 'take you clothes off. I want
to feel your skin next to mine.'
Natalie stood up and unbuttoned her shirt
rapidly. Saskia saw heavy round tits
released from her bra; jeans and thong sliding down together to reveal
Natalie's dark bush. Her skin colouring
was darker than Saskia's; she almost looked mixed race. Her nipples were brown rather than pink,
lacking the wide aureoles round Saskia's own, more like pointy stalks.
'Sit up,' said Natalie.
They sat on the bed facing each other with legs
intertwined. It was an intimacy that
Saskia might have resisted but felt relaxed enough to accept.
They reached across to feel each other's
breasts, squeezing, lifting, and kneading.
Natalie's were bigger and heavier, Saskia's more pert and perfectly
formed but on a smaller scale.
Saskia was content for Natalie to take the
lead, bending forward to kiss her lips.
Bending forward to kiss Saskia's nipples, biting them gently on occasions.
Happy to obey her when she told her to lie on
her back again on the very edge of the bed.
Happy when Natalie knelt on the floor and lifted her legs over her
shoulders so she could nuzzle her face into Saskia's vagina. Saskia was trembling with anticipation of new
sensations. No-one, male or female, had
used their tongue on her before.
Natalie began by licking the outer lips of her
snatch and Saskia, already wet there, felt her juices flow.
'Nat....' she moaned. 'That's wonderful...beautiful.'
Saskia rubbed her feet down Natalie's bare back
as the girl pushed her tongue between her pussy lips to enter her.
'Natalie!
Nat...a...lie!' she groaned. 'Don't
stop! Oh please!'
Natalie used her fingers to peel back Saskia's
outer lips like opening some fleshy exotic fruit to find the kernel; the tip of
her tongue discovering her clitoris and sucking on it as though it was the
delectable heart of the fruit.
Saskia's heels rubbed Natalie's back as she
squirmed in ecstasy, feeling more aroused than ever before. She regarded herself as quite an expert in
pleasuring herself but all that paled alongside the intense feelings Natalie's
fingers and tongue were producing.
Perhaps that was the answer to her repressed
sexuality.
She had discovered by accident that she
responded to her own sex.
Was she a lesbian after all?
She thought of all the missed opportunities at
school.
***
As things turned out Saskia was soon
questioning herself once again.
The following day was an opportunity for the
Freshers to discover what kind of clubs and societies were available to
them. The other year groups had not yet
returned and the newcomers had the campus to themselves. The main hall was filled with various
exhibitions and stalls so the Freshers could wander round and sample what was
on offer.
Saskia was intrigued by an exhibition advertising
Student Promotion of Holistic Health (SPHH).
She was examining the written material and photographs carefully when a
young man of about her own age appeared by her side. The fine autumn weather was continuing and
the boy was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and trainers all
in pristine white, looking as though he might have just walked off the tennis
courts, except there were no signs of exertion.
Not everyone has the legs for shorts but Saskia
thought this boy looked wonderful; it was likely he worked out with weights
because his biceps bulged and his tight T-shirt suggested a muscular torso,
pecs well defined, perfect six pack no doubt.
'Are you interested?' he asked Saskia. 'I can thoroughly recommend the club.'
She turned to meet his blue eyes and thought
how handsome he looked with his thick brown hair and tanned complexion. The overwhelming impression he gave was of
health and wholesomeness which no doubt was why he'd been chosen to represent
SPHH.
'What's involved?' she asked.
'It's about developing your full potential,
physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.'
'Wow, that's a tall order!' said Saskia.
'But it works.
Improves your concentration massively which helps with academic
performance.'
'Really?' Saskia smiled a little doubtfully but
the boy didn't look the slightest bit put out.
'That's a proven fact. We've done research.'
He spoke earnestly but smiled in a relaxed way,
showing sparkling white teeth.
If
they all look as good as this, thought
Saskia.
'I'm Ben, by the way,' he said offering his
hand.
'Saskia.'
She shook hands with him and felt his palm was warm and dry, no
stickiness though the temperature in the hall was high and the atmosphere
stuffy. She was conscious her own hand was
sweaty.
'We're very open about our sexuality and our
bodies. We try to get rid of inhibitions
and release the natural impulses and instincts that are latent in every human
being.'
'Do you mean you're naturists?'
'Naturism plays a part, Saskia, but there's
much more involved?'
'I'm a bit self-conscious about stripping off.'
'But you have the most perfect figure...sorry; I
didn't mean to be personal. It's just
that I caught sight of you from the other side of the hall...'
'Don't apologise,' said Saskia.
'It takes time.
I quite understand your reservations.' He smiled very reassuringly. 'Believe me the whole SPHH experience is
incredibly liberating though it sounds a little strange at first. Trust me; we're not a set of weirdoes. There's a very well thought-out philosophy
underpinning the whole approach. Our
Supreme Leader, Louis V Lederman, has written lots of books.'
'I'm not knocking it,' said Saskia. 'Do you use organic foods and herbal
remedies, that sort of thing?'
'That's a big part of it. Look, Saskia, we have an Open Weekend coming
up. Why don't I drive you down and let
you see for yourself?'
'Oh, I thought you'd be on campus,' she said a
little warily.
'We have access to this wonderful country house
called Rimside Hall, practically a stately home. It's the most perfect setting. You get a psychological lift from just
visiting the house and grounds. You'll love it.'
'It sounds idyllic,' she said.
'Please say you'll come. I'd love to show you round.'
'Do I have to pay?'
'You don't pay anything for an introductory
weekend. It's just a taster.'
'In that case...'
'You'll come?'
'If you look after me Ben.'
'I certainly will. I'll give you one of Lederman's books to read
in the meantime.'
Ben handed her one of the books piled on the
table and Saskia read the title: Towards
Self-Realisation, True Health and Happiness.
Back in her room, Saskia sat on her bed and
flicked through the pages.
But her thoughts were filled with images of Ben
in his shorts and T-shirt looking so fit and healthy- and so appealing. Only the day before she'd thought she was a
lesbian because of the powerful feelings Natalie had released in her.
They'd
slept all night in Saskia's bed. Natalie
never went back to her room. They woke
up starving hungry and were first down for breakfast.
Now she wondered if she'd responded to Natalie
simply because she'd felt lonely and vulnerable being away from home for the
first time. It was so comforting and
reassuring to have someone taking an interest in her, telling her she was beautiful,
and wanting to have sex with her. She
wondered if she would have accepted Natalie's advances in different
circumstances. Yet there was no denying
that Natalie had aroused her in a way she'd never been aroused before. She didn't know how she'd be with a boy. A boy like Ben. Perhaps he'd engender even more passionate
feelings.
She tried to imagine him naked.