{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"94e558f3-2b2e-456b-96a4-69034b9e6770","seriesId":"273d15c2-dc86-4dd9-9de5-cf64027784c9","seriesName":"Britain 2028: Laura Finale","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-22T23:19:09.279Z","title":"Britain 2028: Laura Finale Part One","slug":"britain-2028-laura-finale-part-one","shortId":"gQKH5wlp","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A few week's later Laura is deep in her regime of domestic and sexual servitude. Now it seems it is time to bid a fond farewell to Reg and to face new challenges.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"6e76176b-f4f3-4db7-9837-f5b354a117ea","title":null,"summary":" Over the next few days and weeks Laura’s life settled into a kind\nof rhythm: beatings interspe","wordCount":2981,"readTime":15,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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

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

\n\n

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

She meekly\napproached.

“I have something\nrather exciting planned for this weekend. We are going to have a\nlittle soiree”

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

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

She calculated in\nher head. ‘Couple did that mean literally ‘two’ or just ‘a\nfew’. If it was ‘two’ that means today must be Thursday. She\nhad already lost track of the days. \n

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

It was then that he\ndropped his bombshell. \n

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

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

She\nhad no say in the matter so she stayed silent, just as he preferred\nher to be. \n

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

The\ntruth is he had grown tired of her. Now that her spirit was broken\nshe no longer presented a challenge. She had also grown a little\nhaggard looking after all his mistreatment. But most of all, like all\nmen, he craved novelty. Novelty went by the name of Charlotte, a\npretty little redhead with a tight body. She had just turned\nnineteen. She currently resided with his friend Jack. He\nhad been round the house a couple of days ago and had watched Jack\nspanking Charlotte on the bare bottom. He had an erection as powerful\nas he had had in his first days with Laura. Jack had even allowed him\nto finger her pussy and it was very tight. Yes, he really would like\nto have a proper go at her. The trouble was Jack still seemed quite\ntaken with Charlotte, quite understandable really: she really was a\nlovely girl. So if his plan was to work, Laura had to look as\nappealing as possible to Jack so that he would agree to a transfer.\nFailing that one of his other friends might agree to swap one of\ntheir girls with him. So his feeding Laura was basically like a\nfarmer fattening up livestock prior to market. \n

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

Watching\nher getting dressed Reg felt a little twinge. He almost regretted his\ndecision but then this thoughts turned to the delicious Charlotte.\nShe would need quite a bit of discipline.\nRedheads were notoriously fiery and disobedient. He pictured on the\nbed naked and subdued and what he would do to her. He was now very\naroused but he managed to contain himself. That was one of the rules.\n The gentlemen all knew that the girls were\nnot virgins but they wanted to maintain some semblance of purity. So,\nno one was to have contact with their girl in the run up to the\nparty. \n

At\nthree other suburban houses a remarkably similar scene was playing\nout. A middle-aged, even elderly gentleman and a young woman were\ngetting ready to go out as if it were the most ordinary thing in the\nworld. Had this scene been taking place a decade ago one might\nassume that the man in question was rich and had managed to scoop\nhimself a trophy wife and this would have caused either envy or\nhostility depending upon who was observing them. But not, these were\nall perfectly ordinary men, not rich or successful, who shared only\none thing in common: a devotion to the regime and its ideals of\ntraditional male authority. For feminists, if there were any still\naround this would be a sign of precisely what is wrong with such\nideals, men with no special qualities could feel themselves entitled\nto their pick of attractive young women. For men like Reg and his\nfriends on the contrary the ideal raised them all to the same level\ntowering above the young females cowering beneath them. \n

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

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

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

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

Reg\nlooked irritated. \n

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

The\ndoorbell rang again. This time it was\nGraham, a thin pale man with a pinched face. He made quite a contrast\nto his young companion who was a very attractive Eurasian of some\nsort with jet black hair but with a rounded figure and a face with\nmore character than one would expect.
\n“Very nice indeed”\nReg thought but then he reminded himself that he needed to keep his\neye on the main prize. \n

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

“May\nI check out the goods?”

Graham\nnodded his approval. \n

Arthur\nalmost lept across the room in his eagerness. He looked even more\ncomical next to her as his bald pate was barely level with her\nshoulders but the mauling he proceeded to give her was entirely in\nearnest. He groped her breasts through the\nshiny material of her dress weighing them in his hands before\nlifting her skirt to look at her front and rear. He looked as if he\nwas a horseman inspecting a filly. \n

“Lovely,\njust lovely” he said. \n

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

It\nlooked almost as if Arthur was going to undress her but he was\ninterrupted by the doorbell. The final and most anticipated guest had\narrived. \n

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

His\ndrink was Scotch which he needless to say drank neat. \n

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

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

“Don’t\njust stand there bitch, pour us some more drinks” his comment was\naddressed to Laura who quickly scurried around the room pouring the\nmen their preferred drinks. \n

As\nthe drinks flowed the mood lightened and the men chatted amiably\nabout current affairs. \n

“I\nhear your chaps did a great job uncovering that feminist website\nspouting all its foul propaganda” Graham said

Jack\nnodded with a half smile. \n

“I\nhate to think what happened to that bunch of dykes once they got\ntheir hands on them” Reg said. \n

He\nwas lying. He spent a lot of time thinking about that sort of thing,\nparticularly his favourite former news\nreader. \n

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

Everyone\nin the room, including the girls, knew exactly what that meant. The\nthreat of being sent to a ROC was what ultimately guaranteed their\nobedience to the regime and to the men assembled her. \n

Reg broke the ice

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

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

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

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

“I believe so”\nreplied Reg

“Seems she is good\nfor more than just fucking although I dare say she is rather good at\nthat.”

Laura cringed inside\nalthough she tried to hide it. \n

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

Arthur\nchuckled at this. \n

The\nmain course was almost finished. The other girls helped Laura to\nclear up. As Mia cleared Arthur’s place, he used it as an\nopportunity to have a good feel, putting his hand up her skirt and\ngroping her bottom. \n

She\nflinched involuntarily at the unfamiliar hand.

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

Graham\nscowled at her from across the table signalling that she should\ntolerate the intrusion. His hand now probed inside her knickers,\ntweaking her buttocks and then the palm of his hand pressing against\nher pubis while his fingers play with her clit. \n

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

Graham\nwas barely paying attention to what Arthur was doing to his girl.\nJack looked a little annoyed. This little show had interrupted his\nlengthy monologue on the achievements of the regime. \n

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

It\nwas now time for the business part of the evening.

As\nReg was the host he opened proceedings. \n

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

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

I\nwill place a hat in the middle of the table. I earlier gave you a\npencil and a piece of paper. \n

You\nknow the procedure. Write your initials and your first and second\npreference. You may choose to retain your current girl or you may\nchange her. I will tally up the results”

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

Reg\ntook a few moments tallying the results. He looked pleased. He handed\nthem to Graham

“Could\nyou check that I have got this right?”

Graham\nread the list carefully and then nodded to Reg

“Gentlemen\nwe have a result…..”

\n\n

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