PART I - PROLOGUE
URSULA RECEIVES AN INTRIGUING LETTER
It all began with the letter that Ursula found awaiting her return to London after several months travelling abroad attending exhibitions of her paintings.
Her sharp, and rather cruel, eyes had lit up when she saw that it had Brazilian stamps.
She was a striking looking woman: tall, well-dressed slim, dark haired woman with a rather angular figure, high cheekbones and rather Slavonic features. She did not look like a woman who would suffer fools gladly - especially if they were young women.
Quickly she opened the letter and read it.
"My dearest Ursula,
During your visit, we agreed that for you to bring out a team of European girl would be just what I need to round off my thriving enterprise. As you saw, I have realistically re-enacted what was going on here, only a hundred years ago, on this former slave breeding farm, or human stud farm as it was called, in this remote part of Brazil.
Not only have I restored the human brood mares stables, together with the original mating pit and delivery box, but also the associated race track. You will remember that this was used, and is used again now, to test the stamina of the girls being used as brood mares.
So, I have very profitably resurrected what it must have been like here - even having my assistants dressed as old-fashioned overseers, and treating the girls, my modern day human brood mares, just as their slave predecessors were treated. I have about thirty mestizo girls here under contract, and about three-quarters of them are in-foal at any one time.
With labour being difficult these days to recruit for the hard life on the plantations, I have no difficulty in profitably putting my brood mares' progeny out for "adoption" by nearby plantation owners - just a hundred years ago their progeny was sold to the same plantation owners predecessors.
Indeed, it won't be long before we have the first of our own grown-up progeny being brought back here to be put into training for our human trotting races and to be put to a stallion - just as in the days of slavery.
However, the one thing I have lacked so far, for greater realism, are white European girls, playing the role of the old indentured servant girls - for the best slaves were obtained by crossing the black, South American Indian or mestizo studs, or "stallions", with the fresh blood of newly arrived young white female indentured servants, fresh from Europe. Their progeny were much sought after by plantation owners and would be "adopted" again now.
I do have a few white girls sent here by their Masters or Mistresses either to be put into training for trotting races or to be covered by my stallion studs - or both. But, not unnaturally, their owners want to keep them for themselves, hidden away from my other clients in my special Livery Stables.
So, the whole operation will be transformed when we have a few of your white European girls here under contract, like my present mestizo ones. Light Palomino Brood Mares amongst the dark Bay ones! So do go ahead and recruit a team of them!
I think it will be highly profitable for us. Already, quite apart from selling the progeny for "adoption" by local plantation owners, wealthy men and women pay handsomely to come here and see my brood mares being raced and put to a chosen stallion. They also much enjoy seeing my in-foal girls locked into breeding belts and being made to carry and, later, deliver and feed their progeny.
This has all made my human Stud Farm very profitable. Your European girls will make it even more popular. The sight of them being used for forced breeding will be mind blowing for my clients - a real feeling of power and a throwback to the old days!
We'll publicise their arrival at the Stud Farm widely - with an outwardly innocuous Gala Fashion Show - and then, when they've been broken-in to harness, by a Gala Race Meeting, followed by a series of public performances in the Mating Pit!
But, don't tell the girls what's in store for them!
Contracts
I enclose contracts for "Modeling and other duties" for your girls to sign. They are similar to the contract I use for my own girls. They're in Portuguese, but there's a rough English translation. You will see that it includes an innocuous looking clause about "wearing jewelry provided by the contractor" and another about "at least two deliveries, with a third one at the discretion of the contractor", before a girl is released from her contract, My lawyers say that this is enforceable out here.
If any of the girls query these, just tell that they refer to costume jewelry and to more tours of Fashion Shows!
In any case, in this remote part of the country, without money or passports, and with the local police on the side of us landowners, there would be nowhere for a girl to run away to!
All very clever!
What girls to bring?
As you know, we race girls both singly and in pairs in the trotting races and breed from the winners, so do try and include a pair of pretty sisters and, if possible, a pretty, but athletic European woman with a teenage daughter - but make sure they all have good breeding hips!
The clients will find it absolutely mind-blowing to have a pair of pretty European sisters, never mind a mother and daughter, available for breeding in my Stud Farm! They'd also be fascinated by the sight of the rather older white mother also being used as a brood mare - just like her daughter.
To accentuate the difference between these girls and my existing mestizo ones, I suggest you try and get hold of blue eyed blond girls - or green-eyed redheads!
I also suggest you bring your team out at Christmas. That'll give me time to get all the invitations out for the Fashion Show - and give you time to collect and prepare your team.
An upper class English girl
Quite separately, can you also bring out an aristocratic Englishwoman - preferably with a title and short of money! Several of my lady clients would pay the earth to hire her services. I realise that a girl from this background will not want to sign even an innocuous looking a contract for more than about a year. But that would still be time enough for what they probably have in mind - which I am sure you can guess!
I think we could very profitably put her contract up for auction after she has been on display here for a month in the various sections of Stud Farm.
My clients also love seeing (and testing!) my nursing brood mares in the stables. So ideally this girl should arrive ready to join them for a short time before her new Mistress takes her off. And at the Fashion Show she could then model clothes "for the modern nursing mother"!
So, to sum up, do bring out a team of at least half a dozen girls - including, if possible, a young upper class English woman in milk, a mother and her daughter, and a pair of sisters.
They'll really put my human Stud Farm on the map - and earn us both a lot of money!
Longing to hear that you have started to recruit a team of girls and to see you here again - with your little friends!
Your loving friend,
Carmen
PS
I forgot to mention that some of my lady clients who keep their girls here at livery, were fascinated we by Doctor Anna's video of her new Pollinator technique. 'And all done,' as she said, 'without the girl being touched by a man or even perhaps being aware that she has been put on a course of fertility pills and then impregnated!'
What a feeling of power over a girl it must give a Mistress! Indeed, many of my lady clients want to assume the paternal role, too, on their girls. So do bring out a couple of the Pollinators - and a good choice of different ... pollen!
And, as proof that the Pollinators work, I suggest you also bring out a young mother-to-be, with a certificate from Doctor Anna that you and your Pollinator were responsible for her state! Try and arrange that the seed that Doctor Anna provides for you is that of, say, a big black wrestler, whose photograph can also be shown to the clients.
By Christmas her belly should be showing nicely, as they used to say back in the days of slave breeding, especially if she were carrying twins - and preferably black!
Mixed in with my own coloured expectant brood mares in my stables, your white one will fascinate my clients from right from her arrival - without waiting for her companions to be "showing"!
The girl would also be in a suitable condition for modeling dresses for little mothers-to-be and so give added spice to the Fashion Show. Could she also be in milk - like the aristocratic woman?
Ursula put the letter down slowly, her mind racing. Well! She'd certainly have to get busy pretty quickly!
She had been fascinated to see Carmen's highly organised Human Stud Farm, with all her Brood Mares. Now this was her chance to cash in on merging Carmen's well organised set-up with her own ability to find pretty European girls.
The initial expenses would, of course, be considerable, but she was a rich woman and was confident that she would end up making a large profit from selling the girls' contracts to Carmen. Certainly the idea of taking the girls out for a so-called Fashion Show would make an excellent cover. And she knew just the person to provide the dresses - including some very pretty maternity clothes for a future little mother, and nursing clothes for a girl in milk!
She was used to finding submissive Eastern European girls who enjoyed being under her strict domination.
Many of these Eastern and Central European girls were longing to go abroad, to see the world and earn some money. They were usually suspicious of men, but not of women - and this had always been Ursula's opportunity! They would be ideal for the various roles outlined in Carmen's letter - with enforced motherhood being, it was clear, much to the fore.
But a submissive aristocratic English woman? And one for whom special plans were being made! Where on earth was she going to find a suitable one? And where was she going to find a suitable mother and daughter - or, indeed, twins?
Suddenly Ursula thought of Emma, now Lady Rossrae. She had heard that her husband was about to be going off abroad again this time for year. How convenient!
Moreover, Emma with her expensive tastes was always short of money. She was such a spendthrift that her husband was always terrified that she was going to run up big debts whilst he was abroad. Hence he had been only delighted when, in the past, Ursula had offered to "keep her busy" and employ her as a "Research Assistant."
Perhaps she should contact him again now? He could be sure, the unsuspecting booby, that his beloved wife would be kept very busy, very busy indeed, though the type of research on which she would be employed would be rather unusual!
She had little doubt about her ability to get Emma back into her clutches. She was such a masochist and adored being dominated and taken care of - and with no financial worries to bother her.
Indeed, Ursula knew just how to take advantage of Emma's need to be dominated. The girl just longed, and yet feared, to be kept helpless and locked up - and the feeling of fear of the cane just thrilled her. Moreover, she was always in trouble with her bank and would accept almost any terms from Ursula in return for her paying off her overdraft.
However, like the other girls, little would Emma guess what would be in store for her in Brazil - nor how much money she was going to earn for her Mistress. Once there, she would have to go through with whatever her new Mistress decided.
But first things first. How to get Emma back into her power and not frighten her off? Perhaps it would be best if she asked one of her lady friends to ask Emma to a party - Emma could never resist a party! Then they could meet, as if by chance and she'd soon have Emma eating out of her hand again!
Ursula looked again at the letter. There was time enough to use Doctor Anna's pills to get a girl or two in milk - including perhaps Emma!
Moreover, if she was quick, there would also be time to demonstrate the effectiveness of a Mistress using the Pollinator to assume what Carmen had discreetly called "the paternal role"! The girl's belly would have to be prettily rounded by the time she arrived in Brazil.
She smiled as she saw the album of photographs she had taken of Carmen's stud farm. Yes, she really must remember to lock it away! It showed too many photographs of pretty mestizo girls chained up in stalls or locked up in cages, being forcibly mated with huge great black brutes, or being paraded, heavily pregnant, on a little stage. She would not want to frighten off any of the team of girls she was going to recruit!
Playing for such high stakes, she would, of course, also have to make certain that none of the girls tried to run away after she'd seduced them and before she got them out to Brazil.
Yes, she thought, her London house would be just the place in which to keep the team of girls safely locked up, whilst they were being properly trained and the dresses got ready for Brazil. They could then be under the control of her trusted Haitian, Afro-Caribbean assistant, Sabhu. As a former animal trainer in a travelling circus, he'd stand no nonsense from her girls!
Moreover, the girls would be quite safe with him, for he was more interested in his young Jamaican boy friend than in girls. For him, girls were nasty, dirty, little animals that needed to be broken-in and then controlled, dominated and taught amusing little tricks.
Yes indeed, Sabhu would be ideal for taking charge of the girls. He would both train them as models, strutting up and down a catwalk, and break them in to their duties as the playthings of Carmen's clients.
And, even if their English was poor, with his cane he'd soon teach them to obey instantly a prearranged list of simple commands that would cover the requirements of the stud farm.
Meanwhile, of course, she herself would be testing them out - and enjoying their services!
Equally importantly, by keeping them excitingly isolated in her house, away from men and locked into chastity belts, Sabhu would have time to ensure that they were properly brainwashed into worshipping herself as their wonderful Mistress, to whom their sensuality was dedicated.
Then when they arrived in Brazil, they might even enjoy being used for their pleasure by rich men - or women!.
Perhaps, Ursula thought, it would be a sensible first step to go to the next "Black Tie" reception of The Society to see whether any of her friends had any suitable young women they wanted to dispose of. She might also go off on a shopping expedition to a certain castle in Germany which acted as a haven for newly arrived girls from Eastern Europe who were frightened of men.
But one thing was worrying her. She had sold off her girls so profitably abroad, that at present she did not have any girls of her own!
She could scarcely show her face in The Society, or make contact again with her former women friends in London without having at least one girl in tow. Otherwise it would be said that she had lost her touch, or her money - and then 11111111they would not take seriously her enquiries about acquiring a team of girls.
Yes, she decided, she must first quickly recruit a suitable girl for her own pleasure, a girl who could also be her ladies maid and attendant - rather like Emma often used to be. She'd form part of the team - and indeed be the living demonstration of the effectiveness of the paternal role technique that Carmen wanted her to bring out with her!
And whilst she was about it, the girl could be ideal for meeting Carmen's request for a demonstration of the new way of bringing on a girl's milk.
But how was she going to find a suitable young mother and grown up daughter, to meet Carmen's other request? Suddenly she noticed that there was a message for her on her answering machine.
She pressed the replay button.
'This is the Secretary of The Society' came a female voice speaking guardedly, 'I thought you'd like to know that one of our members, wants to dispose of a beautiful, but strongly made, piece of delicate Polish porcelain. Another smaller piece might also be available in Poland. She was particularly anxious to dispose of them to a buyer who would be taking them abroad.'
Well, what a coincidence! Delicate Polish porcelain indeed! Ursula was pretty sure that the member, to whom the Secretary was referring, was a rich Saudi Princess friend of hers. The Princess had much enjoyed having a beautiful European woman in her intimate service.
She remembered hearing how a lovely, but penniless, Polish woman had come to London seeking a rich husband to look after her and her pretty teenage daughter, whom she had left in a convent in Poland. But instead of finding a husband, she had been snatched up by the Princess!
As for "strong", she remembered that the woman had previously been a well known athlete. Better and better!
Then she also remembered the Princess describing how her personal young, black eunuch, boy had to use his cane frequently before the woman properly performed the sort of services that the Princess expected from her new white "Ladies Maid". Later the Princess had said that the now submissive woman was now proving very satisfactory and that, in return, she had agreed to pay for the unsuspecting, pretty, daughter's school fees - until she was old enough to come and join her mother in her service!.
But, thought Ursula, the girl must now old enough to leave school! Goodness, if she could pull it off, this beautiful Polish woman and her daughter might be just what she needed to meet Carmen's special request.
Ursula could well understand that the Princess would prefer her former ladies maid to be taken away abroad and not left in London to gossip about what the Princess used to get up to! Well, Brazil was a long way away and doubtless the Princess would let Ursula buy her cheap, when she learned where the beautiful woman was going to be taken!
Yes, she mused, Emma and the Polish mother and daughter could well form the core for the team of "models" that she was would recruit and take out to Brazil. She must contact Ingrid in Germany about getting some more girls and she really must also first find and seduce a pretty young girl here in London for herself - and for Pollinator!
It was all a fascinating prospect and one that few people outside the secret world of The Society would ever have imagined to be possible in this day and age.
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