Britain 2028: Laura Finale Part One

 Over the next few days and weeks Laura’s life settled into a kind of rhythm: beatings interspersed with chores and Reg fucking her whenever and wherever the mood took him. Funnily that seemed to be dying down a bit. He still seemed as keen as ever on spanking and caning her but his desire for the other seemed to be fading. It was almost as if he was growing tired of her. At the beginning he had been surprisingly enthusiastic for a man of his declining years. Now it had tailed to at most once a day. With another man and under different circumstances, Laura might have been concerned; as it was she greeted the fact with relief bordering on joy. Every night he allowed her to sleep unmolested was a blessing. Not that she really got much sleep. Most nights she would lie in her bed feeling miserable and recounting to herself whatever horrors and humiliations he had inflicted on her. She almost had to admire his ingenuity in finding new ways to torment her.

The morning began like any other. She woke early, prepared his breakfast, cleared up and then quickly wolfed down her own meager ration. She had been starting to lose quite a bit of weight but he preferred her to be plump so he would force her to eat ice cream and chocolate to keep her as he wanted. It was a difficult balancing act. He was as demanding in this as in everything else: he disliked ‘fatties’ but he also loathed ‘skinny bitches’. For that reason a rigorous exercise regime was enforced. Her diet was mostly leftover vegetables, limp lettuce leaves, tomatoes that had started to go musty- basically the sort of thing one feeds to livestock which is basically what he considered her. Whatever spirit she had when she arrived had mostly gone. Her brown eyes were still pretty enough but they had a certain resigned blankness about that. She had almost forgotten who she had been before. It had not been much but at least she had a little hope. Now she doubted that any nice young man would be interested in her.

“Come in here girl” He never used her name. It had been a while since she had heard it. This was one of his nicer choices.

She meekly approached.

“I have something rather exciting planned for this weekend. We are going to have a little soiree”

The word sounded quaint. It did not sound like he had had much experience as a host.

“My guests will be arriving on Saturday which gives you a couple of days to prepare.”

She calculated in her head. ‘Couple did that mean literally ‘two’ or just ‘a few’. If it was ‘two’ that means today must be Thursday. She had already lost track of the days.

He explained that the house and garden needed to be spotless. They already were but he would still find fault. She already knew that her bottom and thighs would pay the price for that but, to be honest, she had become almost inured to that. The initial shock and humiliation had started to fade as she became resigned to her new status. It still hurt but it usually only took a couple of days to recover.

It was then that he dropped his bombshell.

“My guests are very dear friends. A couple of them are very keen to meet you. They also have their own little helpers who they will be bringing with them. As you were probably told when you signed up to the scheme a gentleman can trade his girl for another, if the other girl’s gentlemen agrees. On Saturday night, if you are pleasing to one of them and one of their girls is pleasing to me, Saturday is when we will make the trade. Isn’t that a splendid idea: helps a girl to get a lot of valuable experience. Don’t you think?”

He chuckled as he said this. Laura certainly wasn’t chuckling and she definitely did not think it was a “splendid idea” that she was going to be handed around a bunch of seedy older men just like Reg who probably wanted to do the same horrible things to her or even worse, unimaginable things. She thought it was an absolutely terrible idea, simply awful.

She had no say in the matter so she stayed silent, just as he preferred her to be.

The next couple of days things took a strange turn. He stopped beating her and she was allowed to eat proper food including meat and fish. It tasted indescribably good after what she had become used to. Her chores were less onerous and he was less exacting. On neither of the two nights leading up to the dinner party did she hear the familiar sound of his footsteps on the landing followed by the key turning in the door. She slept well. To top it all off she was allowed to take warm showers. She could not understand his strange change of attitude to her but it clearly had something to do with the dinner party that was planned.

The truth is he had grown tired of her. Now that her spirit was broken she no longer presented a challenge. She had also grown a little haggard looking after all his mistreatment. But most of all, like all men, he craved novelty. Novelty went by the name of Charlotte, a pretty little redhead with a tight body. She had just turned nineteen. She currently resided with his friend Jack. He had been round the house a couple of days ago and had watched Jack spanking Charlotte on the bare bottom. He had an erection as powerful as he had had in his first days with Laura. Jack had even allowed him to finger her pussy and it was very tight. Yes, he really would like to have a proper go at her. The trouble was Jack still seemed quite taken with Charlotte, quite understandable really: she really was a lovely girl. So if his plan was to work, Laura had to look as appealing as possible to Jack so that he would agree to a transfer. Failing that one of his other friends might agree to swap one of their girls with him. So his feeding Laura was basically like a farmer fattening up livestock prior to market.

Laura had spent the day preparing the dinner. It was all in the oven ready to be served when the gentlemen, and their young charges, arrived. He allowed her to take a warm bath. Afterwards she was allowed to do her hair and even put on just a touch of makeup and perfume. Not too much, he didn’t want her looking like a tart. Back in the bedroom, he had laid out an outfit for her. It was little black cocktail dress. Such items were strictly forbidden in public at least under the modesty code but permitted in the presence of a male guardian. She had also set out her underwear. It consisted of an unbelievably expensive looking set of silky black knickers with a matching bra, stockings and suspender. The stocking had a long seam down the back. To finish it all of there were a pair of shiny black high heels.

Watching her getting dressed Reg felt a little twinge. He almost regretted his decision but then this thoughts turned to the delicious Charlotte. She would need quite a bit of discipline. Redheads were notoriously fiery and disobedient. He pictured on the bed naked and subdued and what he would do to her. He was now very aroused but he managed to contain himself. That was one of the rules. The gentlemen all knew that the girls were not virgins but they wanted to maintain some semblance of purity. So, no one was to have contact with their girl in the run up to the party.

At three other suburban houses a remarkably similar scene was playing out. A middle-aged, even elderly gentleman and a young woman were getting ready to go out as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Had this scene been taking place a decade ago one might assume that the man in question was rich and had managed to scoop himself a trophy wife and this would have caused either envy or hostility depending upon who was observing them. But not, these were all perfectly ordinary men, not rich or successful, who shared only one thing in common: a devotion to the regime and its ideals of traditional male authority. For feminists, if there were any still around this would be a sign of precisely what is wrong with such ideals, men with no special qualities could feel themselves entitled to their pick of attractive young women. For men like Reg and his friends on the contrary the ideal raised them all to the same level towering above the young females cowering beneath them.

And so it was at around 7pm the first visitor arrived. To Reg’s slight disappointment it was not Jack and hence also not Charlotte. Still, Arthur’s young lady, Caroline was presentable enough: a petite fragile looking brunette with a very pretty face. Her tits were a bit too small for Reg’s liking though, unlike Charlotte’s which appeared to be just the perfect size and shape. He soon hoped to see them in the flesh.

Arthur a short chubby almost comical looking man with a reddish face and bald hair greeted Reg warmly. He then leered at Laura almost literally licking his lips. “Not going to happen” thought Reg, less from any sense of ownership but more from the fact that he wasn’t prepared to trade down.

Reg escorted Arthur into the living room where Laura poured him a sherry. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her arse. She looked over at Reg as did he and they both noted his apparent indifference. So he continued to fondle her for a while, his face apparently getting redder and redder as he did. I
For Laura it was just the worst. Although she had far from got used to Reg manhandling her in various ways there was at least some familiarity to it. This was just gross. Her body froze involuntarily.

“I thought you were boasting the other day about how obedient she was. It doesn’t seem like that to me.”

Reg looked irritated.

Finally he removed his hand and Laura returned to the corner of the room which had been allocated to her. In the opposite corner Caroline occasionally tried to sneak a glance and even the hint of a smile. She would have loved to talk to her and find out if her experience was as dreadful as hers, which she had every suspicion that it was.

The doorbell rang again. This time it was Graham, a thin pale man with a pinched face. He made quite a contrast to his young companion who was a very attractive Eurasian of some sort with jet black hair but with a rounded figure and a face with more character than one would expect.
“Very nice indeed” Reg thought but then he reminded himself that he needed to keep his eye on the main prize.

He escorted his guest into the room where his companion immediately took her position in the corner and Laura obediently served him his drink. He showed little interest in her but something about Charlotte’s obvious vulnerability caught his attention. Reg noted this with interest. Arthur also seemed to have lost interest in Laura and had turned his lecherous attentions to Mia, the buxom Eurasian girl. He turned to Graham

“May I check out the goods?”

Graham nodded his approval.

Arthur almost lept across the room in his eagerness. He looked even more comical next to her as his bald pate was barely level with her shoulders but the mauling he proceeded to give her was entirely in earnest. He groped her breasts through the shiny material of her dress weighing them in his hands before lifting her skirt to look at her front and rear. He looked as if he was a horseman inspecting a filly.

“Lovely, just lovely” he said.

The expression on Mia’s face showed that she was rather less impressed. She looked as if she was going to pass out with embarrassment. The other two girls caught her eye from time to time and tried their best to convey some sense of solidarity.

It looked almost as if Arthur was going to undress her but he was interrupted by the doorbell. The final and most anticipated guest had arrived.

Jack entered the room and it was as if he had an electrifying effect on everyone there. He was tall and still rather athletic looking with a military bearing. A face that might once have been considered handsome was framed with greying blondish hair. The military demeanour was no accident. Jack was indeed a military man. He had been an junior Colonel in the Royal Fusiliers and a key figure in the coup which restored Britain to a semblance of its former glory. He had led many of the operations to round up leftist and feminist opponents with the men being sent to hard labour and the women being sent to a less physically demanding but no less taxing work. He was a keen believer in the virtues of discipline, respect for authority and hard work. It was these values which had made Britain the greatest empire the world had ever known and could do so again.

His drink was Scotch which he needless to say drank neat.

As impressive a figure as Jack cut the others couldn’t help but paying attention to the girl who accompanied him. Charlotte was every bit as lovely as Reg had remembered. Her long red hair was tied up in a bun which gave a clear view of her pretty face which had just the spattering of freckles. She was wearing an emerald green cocktail dress and light brown stocking or tights. Reg wasn’t sure but he guessed that Jack being a traditionalist he would have insisted on the former. She had green stiletto heels which perfectly matched the dress. He couldn’t imagine that Jack would have been such a keen observer of female fashion so he imagined that his wife had dressed. That is correct, unlike the other men Jack did not live alone and therefore technically did not qualify for the scheme but he had managed to pull some strings. Reg wondered what Jack’s wife felt about having such an attractive younger female under her roof but she would know that she was no threat. Jack was a keen defender of traditional family values after all.

There was a hush in the room. The girls all looked nervous, already familiar enough with the ways of such men to know that the evening would not go well for them. The men who purported to be friends were more like partners in crime sharing a certain rather sinister secret. It was Arthur who broke the ice.

“Don’t just stand there bitch, pour us some more drinks” his comment was addressed to Laura who quickly scurried around the room pouring the men their preferred drinks.

As the drinks flowed the mood lightened and the men chatted amiably about current affairs.

“I hear your chaps did a great job uncovering that feminist website spouting all its foul propaganda” Graham said

Jack nodded with a half smile.

“I hate to think what happened to that bunch of dykes once they got their hands on them” Reg said.

He was lying. He spent a lot of time thinking about that sort of thing, particularly his favourite former news reader.

“Yes, well of course we can’t discuss operational matters but rest assured they were properly dealt with.”

Everyone in the room, including the girls, knew exactly what that meant. The threat of being sent to a ROC was what ultimately guaranteed their obedience to the regime and to the men assembled her.

Reg broke the ice

“Anyway gentlemen, I’m famished. Let’s eat.”

The four men took their seats at the table while the girls shuffled off in silence to the kitchen. They would have dearly liked to use the opportunity to chat but even a whisper risked being overheard and they all feared the punishment that that might provoke.

Each girl took a plate and served it to her guardian, curtsying after doing so and then standing beside him to await his further instructions. In turn each man waved their girls away and they returned to the corner where they stood impassively with their hands by their sides.

“Not bad not bad at all, it seems your girl, Laura, is it?” Arthur enquired

“I believe so” replied Reg

“Seems she is good for more than just fucking although I dare say she is rather good at that.”

Laura cringed inside although she tried to hide it.

“Not bad at all, very responsive. She was a little inexperienced at first but now she sucks cock like a professional” Reg answered. It was as much for Jack’s benefit as for Arthur’s.

Arthur chuckled at this.

The main course was almost finished. The other girls helped Laura to clear up. As Mia cleared Arthur’s place, he used it as an opportunity to have a good feel, putting his hand up her skirt and groping her bottom.

She flinched involuntarily at the unfamiliar hand.

“Now then my girl, no need to be like that. Just being friendly. After all, we are probably going to be spending a lot more time together so we might as well get acquainted”

Graham scowled at her from across the table signalling that she should tolerate the intrusion. His hand now probed inside her knickers, tweaking her buttocks and then the palm of his hand pressing against her pubis while his fingers play with her clit.

This was clearly having an effect on both parties but only one of them could be truly said to be enjoying themselves.

Graham was barely paying attention to what Arthur was doing to his girl. Jack looked a little annoyed. This little show had interrupted his lengthy monologue on the achievements of the regime.

He coughed as a signal for Arthur to stop. He took his hand away briefly slapping the girl on the arse and allowing her to scuttle off to the kitchen in an obviously flustered state.

It was now time for the business part of the evening.

As Reg was the host he opened proceedings.

“Gentlemen we are assembled with a purpose in mind. The government in its wisdom has deemed it acceptable, perhaps even essential for the young ladies enrolled in the NDAS to be given the opportunity to experience a wide range of domestic environments. Should all parties be in agreement, this evening we will organise an exchange.”

The ‘all parties’ needless to say did not include the girls. It was solely a male decision.

I will place a hat in the middle of the table. I earlier gave you a pencil and a piece of paper.

You know the procedure. Write your initials and your first and second preference. You may choose to retain your current girl or you may change her. I will tally up the results”

All the girls looked on anxiously. The men were all unknown quantities but some seemed worse than others. Arthur was creepy and lecherous but Jack was downright terrifying.

Reg took a few moments tallying the results. He looked pleased. He handed them to Graham

“Could you check that I have got this right?”

Graham read the list carefully and then nodded to Reg

“Gentlemen we have a result…..”