Chapter 2

All afternoon and all night they left her there, stark naked, her armpits, vulva and legs on fire from the grease Ben had so liberally applied to them but distressed as much by the men who had gathered outside her cage to look at her in her pain from the suspension and the grease.

Suspension by the thumbs has an almost legendary flavour to it. It is also very painful. Even if the suspension is by the wrists, the arms soon become numb and the shoulders ache with an intensity that seems to grow with every passing minute. But when the thumbs are used instead of the wrists, the pain is worse.

Of course she looked stupendous. Stretched up onto her toes as she was, her whole body was now on perfect display and as the brown grease did its work, the remaining hairs around her vulva dissolved, leaving that organ quite nude and beautifully exposed to the men’s ogling gaze.

And gaze they did. This was the first of the many girls the boss was going to acquire and they had been told they would have free rein with them once a full complement was on hand. In the meantime, it was great to be here, staring in at this paragon of female beauty: the wavy brown hair that shone so beautifully; the clear brown eyes and blemish-free complexion and best of all her lithe, athletic body with the slightly apparent muscles but still so feminine, so magnificent.

None wanted to leave and many stayed on well into the night, only departing for their evening meal and returning straight afterwards to stand and stare at her some more. The zoo cages were bathed in floodlights that would remain on from dusk to dawn. These had a dual purpose: security; but also to attract the tropical insects away from the girls in the cages and so the men watching all had a perfect view of her body as it hung there in so much pain.

Each was immersed in his thoughts. Some imagined they were her principal trainer, charged with the duty of taming her - especially by use of the whip to that flawless skin. But then they thought of her antics under the prodder and grinned in glee as they imagined themselves thrusting it into her vagina, belly, bottom and breasts. Oh yes, this paragon of feminine beauty would be quite wonderful under torture.

Others were only interested in sex. With her, that is. These men imagined her as their lover, reacting with vigour to their thrusting cocks as they made love to her for hours - non-stop. Each endowed himself with a sexual stamina far in excess of his real capacity but then that is what fantasies are all about and so each was, in his own mind, well able to fuck her silly for hours on end.

Gradually they all departed, however, and Anne was left alone, hanging in agony from the dead tree branch, her big toes just able to touch the hard concrete floor but wishing she was able to curl up on it as if it was the softest bed in the world ... anything to relieve this horrible shooting agony in her shoulders, the numbness in her arms and the burning in her legs, groin and armpits.

Oh God, she thought, why had she been so unlucky to have been chosen for this madman’s menagerie of slavegirls and to suffer the dreadful plans he had outlined to her? But then she caught herself. If it hadn’t been her it would have been some other girl and to wish this fate on someone else was very selfish, to say the least. That she could think along these lines was a measure of her innate selflessness and one of the reasons she had been so popular at the restaurant and at the gymnastics club where she trained.

Despite the pain of her suspension, the hot and humid climate and the insects that buzzed around her, she did manage to doze off from time to time but then a new barb of agony would stab at her shoulders and she would awaken and twist and turn a little, her body displaying its lithe muscles very well to the unseen camera that was recording her whole ordeal.

Zack had little need of sleep. He never had. A few hours a night was all he needed and now he sat in the control room that formed part of his suite of rooms, watching the huge screen of his display monitor as the ultra-high quality digital camera picked up her every movement. It was all being faithfully recorded and he was looking forward to spending many enjoyable hours editing the tapes to form a record of each girl’s captivity - right up to the time of the annual Turkey Shoot that would be the culmination of the year’s pleasures with these girls.

Ben came and let her down just after dawn but then made her stand with her legs apart and her hands clasped up behind her head while he ‘examined’ her naked flesh. And it was naked now - totally and utterly so. The grease had done its work well and there was no evidence of hair anywhere on her slender body, even the brown shadow at her armpits was gone, as was the triangle of hair at her vulva. Her gash was now totally nude and exposed to Ben’s eyes - and his fingers that he allowed to rove very indecently over the smooth mound and into the formerly private parts of her body.

Anne stood there in utter shame and humiliation but by now, after her treatment with the whip and prodder yesterday and her overnight suspension by her thumbs, she knew better than to protest. But that didn’t make it any easier to bear. She had had her share of boyfriends and had even gone to bed with a couple of them but none of them had ever taken such liberties with her body as this hated man was.

She hated him all right. Oh yes, he was handsome and had a beautiful body - just as she liked the muscles on a man, not too developed, but lithe and supple and beautifully toned. But handsome and all as he was, he had done these awful things to her and she hated him as she hadn’t thought she could hate anyone.

“Not bad, slut. Not that we can’t improve your body, but not bad ...”

She stared at him. How improve her body? What were they going to do to her, she wondered? She was to find out and in double quick time. She also wondered when they were going to feed her. She had had nothing to eat for what seemed like days and her belly was gnawing at her but this man didn’t seem to be worrying about it.

She asked him.

He grinned sourly. “Oh, hungry are you? Well it will have to wait. First you are going to exercise, practise the gymnastics you love so much and then do the housework. After that, maybe, we might consider a small amount of food ...”

She slumped. What more horrors awaited her, she wondered.

He led her out of the cage and over to a courtyard behind the main house and now her eyes widened. There, set up outside on a bricked patio was every item of gymnastics equipment she had ever used - and then some. It was all of the highest quality as well as being designed for outdoors use. First, he led her through a series of warm-up exercises that displayed not only his skill in the field of physical training, but also her strength and endurance, notwithstanding her gnawing hunger.

And then, the hour of callisthenics over, he let her demonstrate her gymnastics skill and now Zack joined them, watching with pleasure as the naked girl showed off her body and its lithe muscles as she worked on the balance beam, the mats and the vaulting horses. She had noted there were also parallel and horizontal bars, a set of a dozen ropes dangling from a twenty-four foot high beam and a pair of Roman rings, these items normally restricted to male gymnasts but then she simply assumed they were for Ben and his assistants. She was wrong, but she didn’t know that yet.

Ben was impressed at her skill but then he smiled sourly when he thought she would soon be made to learn a male gymnast’s skills as well and all performed stark naked for Zack and his friend delighted in the female form stretching and straining utterly nude and with all body hair permanently erased. When she wasn’t performing housework (also in the nude) or performing as a monkey in the cage, they would be able to come out here and sit and watch her and the others who would soon be joining her at this very violent form of exercise that honed the human body, male and female, into objects of real beauty, at least to Zack.

She had another hour of this and then he took her into the house where Zack’s butler took her under his wing, making her dust, polish, clean, launder and scrub for the next four hours until she was exhausted.

And still she wasn’t fed. Ben came for her at one in the afternoon and merely escorted her back to her cage, there to sit on the hard concrete floor with her back against the iron bars, staring up at the man whom she hated so much.

“Oh no you don’t, monkey! Climb up the tree and swing ... Make monkey grunts, too.”

“I won’t,” she said defiantly, a new streak of stubbornness suddenly showing itself.

“You won’t?”

“No.”

“Very well,” he said as he extracted his whip from the waistband of his shorts, cracking it ominously in the air near her head.

She was on her feet in an instant and climbing the tree, hanging by one hand and scratching her belly with the other while uttering a very realistic series of grunts and squeals.

“Better,” Ben said. “All right, you can come down now. Rest for a few hours and then I’ll have more work for you ...”

Oh God! More work? She couldn’t. She felt exhausted. She could hardly lift a finger but then she grinned wryly, thinking of that whip and the prodder on the other side of his shorts. Oh yes she could, if not performing meant either of those things were going to be used on her, as she was sure they would be.

She squatted down again, her naked bottom on the harsh concrete floor and her back against the iron bars of her cage and dozed off. She slept soundly until woken up by Ben’s foot against her thigh. “Wake up, slut. I’ve got a new job for you ...”

She opened her eyes and stared up at him. God, he was handsome, she thought - but so evil! She got to her feet and followed him out of the cage and over to the new vegetable garden.

“I want a compost pit dug here. It’s to be six feet square and the same deep. You may be fed when you’ve finished it. Start in ...”

She took the spade and began work. It was hard. The soil was hard on top although underneath it softened a little and became easier to work but her muscles were already tired from the morning workout, the frenetic pace of the housework the butler had made her do and her arms and shoulders were still aching from the afternoon and overnight suspension in the cage. But she knew if she flagged, out would come the whip, or worse, the prodder and that would be far worse than forcing her tired muscles to dig this damned hole.

Minute after minute and then hour after hour she laboured, each shovel an agony of effort while the sweat glazed her body from head to toe, relieved only by a tin of tepid water given to her by Ben and then later by one of his assistants whom he detailed to take over from him for an hour or so.

It was late in the afternoon when she finished and the sun was nearly down but then Ben said she was done and could climb out of the six foot deep hole and was taken over to a flat slab of concrete and hosed down.

When she reached her cage she found a pile of raw vegetables there. They were unwashed and unpeeled but she eyed them hungrily.

“Not yet,” said her tormentor. “Kneel in front of them and look at me, not them. Place your hands up behind your head and spread your knees as wide as they will go. You have an hour of penance before you will be permitted to feed.

“I am going to leave you now but remember, do not attempt to touch the food until you hear the siren go. Any attempt to feed before that and you will face another day without any food at all ...”

She looked at him with hatred. How much more could she take? She was starving and yet she had to kneel there on the hard concrete with her knees painfully wide open showing off her sex to anyone who might come and observe her, her hands clasped up behind her head so that her breasts were also on full and open display and the blessed food only a hand’s movement to her mouth and yet she had to banish the craving for a whole hour. It was diabolical but Zack knew this short, sharp and so violent introduction to his island would be very effective in quickly cowing these beauties.

He was watching from his monitor, of course, also aware that since Ben would always have direct responsibility for the security of the slavegirls, he should be left to tame them himself without his interference. Watching on the huge monitor was nearly as good anyway he thought, as he sipped his iced tea and watched the girl struggling, naked and alone in that uncomfortable position, the little pile of vegetables only a single motion from floor to mouth and yet, so far at least, controlling her starvation-driven urge to feed herself.

She held out. Incredible but true - even against the taunts and jeers of the other men who came (with Ben’s permission) to stand and stare in at her as she waited for the sixty minutes to pass. To make the time go more quickly, she began to tick off the seconds and minutes, forcing herself not to look down at the food but to stare defiantly at the circle of men who stood outside the cage staring in at her naked loveliness, admiring the slightly raised breasts, the firm muscles of her belly, her slender waist and muscular rear (for those who were behind her), the well-shaped thighs and even her shoulder and arm muscles.

She reached fifty-nine minutes and ticked off the remaining sixty seconds and then, mercifully, the siren screeched and she could drop the pose and pick up a carrot, chewing it as if it was the greatest delicacy known to man. It was followed by a celery stick a parsnip then more carrot and some other vegetables until there was nothing left on the concrete in front of her.

She was still hungry but it would pass, she knew as soon as her stomach adjusted to the food now inside her and then she went over to the tree and sat against its trunk to sleep.

***

The next day, just on sunrise, one of Ben’s men strolled down to her cage holding a bucket. He opened the gate to her cage and threw the contents in and onto the floor. He didn’t require her to kneel and wait to eat and so she scrambled around on her hands and knees, hungry as all hell once more, to eat the items of fruit brought to her. It was all good quality and comprised of a range that would provide her with most necessary vitamins and minerals, plenty of fibre and enough sugar to give her the energy she was going to require this day.

He (and a couple of other early risers amongst Ben’s staff) stood outside and gloated over her as she moved around the concrete floor on all fours, seeking out each item of fruit and gobbling it down before they dragged her out. She knew she was behaving like an animal but she was so hungry she didn’t care.

They had no such intentions, however, and as soon as she was finished, barked at her to get up and follow them. She did, one eye on the whip on the right side of their belts, the other on the prodder, an instrument she feared even more than the whip.

They took her to the ablution slab and hosed her down, handed her a piece of coarse soap and ordered her to lather herself all over, then hosed her down again. She didn’t mind this. The ‘shower’ was a pleasant interlude from the tropical heat and she liked to feel clean. Her nakedness; the totality of that nakedness, with her vulva now so smooth and bare, she didn’t like nearly as much, especially when the guards or whatever they were leered at her constantly as they supervised her work or just stood at the cage and watched her perform as a monkey.

As soon as they had finished cleaning her, the men took her back to Mr Hardwick, Zack’s butler who put her to four more hours of housework and this brought her up to ten in the morning. The work had been performed at the same frenetic pace as yesterday and she knew it was helping her muscles for they all felt well-worked by the end of it. But then she had another session with Ben out on the exercise patio and this time Zack came down to watch as his lieutenant put her through a more scientific exercise programme followed by an hour on the gymnastics equipment.

She was not fed at noon but she was given an hour of rest although more of the staff came down to stand outside and stare in at her as she tried to doze. Then at one, Ben came for her himself. “Up and out, idle slut!” he said as he stood at the door, staring in at her.

She scrambled to her feet more frightened of this handsome young man than all of his men put together as he led her over to the hole she had dug yesterday. She stood on its edge, staring down into the neat sides and perfectly level bottom, remembering how he had demanded she finish off each of the walls and then the floor to make it a perfect cube - and how much pain, sweat and effort she had put into the work. But then she wondered, ‘what now?’

What now indeed?

“This hole is not nearly smooth enough. You will now dig another one here, two yards away from the first. It is to be the same dimensions and you can use the soil you dig out to fill this one. Get to it!”

She stared at him in horror. Oh no! Yesterday had been an all-out slog, surely not today as well? But she took the spade from him and resignedly started to dig. At first, she was able to throw the soil from the new hole directly into the old but then, as the afternoon progressed and her new hole became deeper, she was unable to manage this and every now and then had to climb out of the new pit and shovel the loose soil into the old then walk all over it, stamping it down with her feet. This new hole thus took longer to dig then the first and it was well after dark before she was finished.

She was again cleaned and brought back to her cage and fed, this time with a hot stew in a tin plate but she wasn’t allowed any utensils to eat it with, or even to hold the plate up to her mouth. No, she had to get down on all fours and eat it up like a dog while the men stood around and laughed at her shame.

After that she was taken up to the Zack’s brand new mansion and thence up to his rooms. “You have two choices here, slut-slave,” said Ben softly. “You can remain free and show Mr Scott a good time with your body; or I tie you down to his bed and he will rape you. If you choose the latter however, you will be facing the cane tomorrow morning ...

“Let me detail how it will be administered. You will be hung up by your heels with your legs drawn out as wide as we can get them. Each of my men will then take a turn to lash at your inverted cheeks as hard as they can. Only when Mr Scott says you have had enough will the larruping cease. Now, which is it to be?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “I will give him as good a time as I can, sir.”

“I thought you might,” he said dryly. “All right, here you are. Remember he has been ridiculed by women all his teenage and adult life, if you wish to survive here make him believe you find him attractive, at the very least.”

She felt a wash of pity for the young man behind the ornate double doors to his suite. Not that she forgave him for what he had done to her; but at least now that hatred and fear were tempered just a little by a glimmering of understanding for the why of it.

Ben knocked and then opened the door and pushed her inside.

Zack eyed her warily. For all his knowledge of psychology and for the fact that she had just undergone a crash course in slave conditioning, she might still jeer at his tall lanky frame and his less than attractive face.

She didn’t. Partly this was from self-preservation but it was also because she genuinely felt compassion for a man who had been so sorely treated by her sex. She moved in as hesitantly as he looked at her, both feeling their way, but then she took the bull by the horns and moved straight up to him, reaching up to kiss him on his lips and then to slip off the silk gown he had put on to cover his gangling body.

He was both surprised and gratified by her initiative and by the quite neutral expression on her face as she surveyed his body. In truth, it wasn’t as bad as he imagined it anyway. Tall and lanky, yes it would never be anything but this, but as with many such physiques, his was also neatly muscled. She was sure that with a certain form of exercising, the muscles he had could be built up a little and made reasonably attractive but she said nothing of this - yet. Instead, she reached up and kissed him again, their now naked bodies mingling together as he, now quite joyfully put his long arms around her and pulled her lovely body into his.

This was his first experience with a woman and he was lucky Anne was the first of his slaves for her fear of punishment and her compassion for his plight had combined to make her a more than willing participant in his deflowering.

He gloried in the feel of her body against his and she had to admit this his body, lean and all as it was, was not unpleasant, either.

She now edged backward, still in his embrace until she felt the already turned down bed against the backs of her knees, then simply collapsed backwards, drawing him down on top of her. Without even realising what they were doing, they manoeuvred their bodies up and along the bed, Zack now kissing her frantically while she clawed at his slender back with her fingers in a lust that was only partly simulated.

Anne tried to guide what followed but Zack’s total lack of experience either with women in general or sex in particular soon had him gushing his load, after which he rolled off her, once again looking at her suspiciously, waiting for her to turn on him and laugh at him. She surprised him.

“That was wonderful, sir,” she said softly, now idly stroking his lean chest.

“You liked it?” he said, still suspicious but a little less so now.

“It was great - and the next time, when you are recovered a little, it is going to be even better for you as you are going to make the pleasure last much longer.”

“How am I going to do that?” he asked, now a little less suspicious still of this apparently ingenuous and beautiful girl.

“You are going to analyse your feelings, even as you enjoy my body and when you become a little too excited, slow down to give you time to recover and then go at it again.”

What she didn’t tell him was that so far she had been unfulfilled and it would need a lot longer work on his part to bring her to orgasm. In the meantime, as her soft fingers stroked his face, shoulders, arms, chest and belly, she told him he had a pleasing body. She didn’t try to make out it was a fabulous one but she also mentioned that with a little work on the gymnastics equipment downstairs he could build a little more muscle on his lean frame.

“I tried weight-lifting at home,” he said, again suspicious of her motives.

“Perhaps your teacher didn’t give you the right exercises?”

“Oh I didn’t have a teacher, I just heaved them up for a while.”

“I think if you were to ask Mr Thrower, he would devise a proper routine for you, sir, and if you then began to practise on the equipment out on the gymnasium patio as well, you would soon build a very pleasing body indeed.”

Zack lay back and thought over what she had said but his own hand now snaked across and idly caressed her velvet-smooth skin while his mind cast over the idea of developing his body a little. That Ben Thrower might be able to accomplish such an impossibility he had no doubt. Athletic as well as beautiful young women were his ideal and he had chosen Ben as much for his physical education qualifications as for his temperament for the job to be performed.

“Perhaps I will,” he said at last. “But you mentioned I should learn to control my own libido? Let’s try that now.”

“Perhaps you might let me ride you instead of the other way around. I might be able to judge from your face when you are nearing the brink and slow down.”

He had no idea what she was talking about and indeed, her own understanding of this method of making love was sketchy, to say the least but she had heard of it and thought it might be a good ploy to excite him to a so much greater pleasure.

“If you will take my place, here, sir, I will just climb on top of you, like so ...”

He stared up at the vision of loveliness now straddling his loins and sighed in pleasure. Oh yes, this was sweet revenge indeed, but then as he stared up into her still ingenuous-looking face, he wondered, only for a second, if perhaps all women were not perhaps as bad as those girls who had so scorned him in his youth.

Anne deftly impaled herself on his again rampant member and after leaning down to kiss him softly, brought her torso back up to the vertical and now used her powerful thighs to begin ‘riding’ him. It was akin to the motion a horse rider uses in the trotting gait, bouncing his or her bottom up to meet the horse’s pounding back so as not to be jerked around by it, except that in this case Anne was only concerned with tickling his cock to a much greater sexual experience than that he had just enjoyed.

She knew she was being successful when she saw the rapture take over first from the suspicion and then the wonder in his face and slowed down so that she was now only just moving on top of his body. He reached up and cupped her soft breasts in his two large hands and sighed in pleasure as she thrust them down towards him. This girl was only a slave and had to do as he ordered, but she seemed so willing and so knowledgeable in all this sex stuff. What he didn’t know was that she was only just ahead of him in such knowledge and it was only his crass inexperience that made her seem so expert.

In the control room next door, where he had ensconced himself at Zack’s instruction (just in case), Ben watched and listened to all of this with a small smile of satisfaction on his face. He hadn’t been game to suggest to his boss that he might help him turn his body into something at least physically respectable but this girl had not only done that, apparently successfully, she had also quickly overcome his hatred of all women and his fear of sexual failure and was even now bringing the young man to the second of perhaps many orgasms.

He also admired her good sense in deciding to help his boss achieve sexual satisfaction for along that road meant an easier time of it for herself and, he had to admit it, he liked this girl. Not only was she beautiful and with a wonderfully athletic body, but she also seemed to have a great deal of wisdom. And, he thought, she was going to be a delightful bed partner when the boss allowed him and his men to have her, which event he hoped was going to be soon, although, watching Zack’s rapture with the girl, he thought ruefully that perhaps she was too good a first partner for him and maybe they wouldn’t get a go at her for a long time.