James Wilson
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A New Life For Tracy

Chapter 1

Tracy followed her aunt out of the shuttle and along the walkway to the Customs area of the Camelot Spaceport with the other passengers. She was both excited and apprehensive about this new stage in her life as her mother had always refused to talk about her home-world.. Her aunt, was bringing her (Tracy) home to live with her after Tracy's father and mother had died a standard-year ago. Tracy's aunt, Elizabeth Barlow, was a magistrate on Camelot. Tracy wondered what was in store for her on her new home.

As they waited their turn in the line Tracy looked around and was shocked when she saw a strange sight. Two naked men carrying packages and boxes were walking behind a third man. Then Tracy saw that each of the naked men actually wore a brown plastic chain around his neck and there was another chain running between the two men attached to the neck-chains. Also attached to the first man was a leash of some sort which was held by the man in front. Tracy stared at them in astonishment until she felt a nudge from her aunt.

"You will be seeing more of that soon Tracy. Come along."

"Aunt are those men...?"

"Yes dear. They are slaves."

Tracy recalled what she had read about Camelot. The first settlers on Camelot had lost contact with Earth for several hundred years. During that time a society had developed that had a fierce independent streak. Those who failed to pull their weight in the community were despised. This included those who could not pay their debts. The result was a the introduction of a form the old type of service known on Earth as bond-servant. A persons "bond" could be given as security for a loan. If the loan was not paid on time, the creditor could seize the debtor and sell his/her "bond" to recover the debt. The debtor was to all practical purposes the property of the buyer who could employ the bond-servant in any way he wished for the rest of his or her life. To mark the person as a bond-servant a chain usually of brown plastic links was locked around his/her neck with a tag showing the owners name and address. Tracy also recalled the article saying that such 'slaves' as they were commonly called were despised by the free citizens as failures to society. They were often considered as less than human and so were often kept naked and scorned and humiliated in many ways.

With her head filled with this information Tracy followed her aunt out of Customs. There waiting to greet them was mother's third sister, Aunt Freda, the third Aunt Tracy was to live with. Aunt Freda gave Tracy a hug and looked her over.

"You have your mother's eyes, Tracy. There is a lot of your mother in your features. Have you been told of life here on Camelot?"

"Not much Aunt. I guess I have a lot of local history to catch up on."

"Tracy saw her first slaves just now, Freda. She appears very interested in them," Aunt Elizabeth smiled at Tracy.

"Hmmm... Perhaps we should show Tracy everything at once ten let her digest it before she goes to school. Lucky this is the mid year break. Come. Lets get your baggage and head home."

Aunt Freda led the way over to Baggage Collection. Then with their cases and boxes on a robo-trolly, they headed out of the space port to the parking lot. Tracy saw that on Aunt Freda's car was a sign reading "Camelot Correctional Service". She knew Aunt Freda worked for the prison service and wondered what it was like. Tracy got her first look at the city of Brownville, so named after the leader of the original settlers. Aunt Elizabeth pointed out some of the different landmarks as they went along. As they past the central shopping centre Tracy caught sight of more people both female and male wearing chains around their necks. Many were naked except for their neck chains and various restraints. She saw many chained together with chains from neck-to-neck, wrist-to-wrist or ankle-to-ankle. At one spot when they waited for traffic to clear Tracy spotted a naked woman bent over holding her ankles whilst another woman (clothed) struck her with something. Tracy noticed that other people simply walked by as if it was a completely normal happening.

Aunt Freda and Aunt Elizabeth lived together in a large two story house behind a high wall near the prison where Aunt Freda was Prison Governor. When they drove into the yard they were met by a woman Tracy judged to be in her mid 20s. She wore a simple black close-fitting sleeveless tunic that stopped high on her thigh, and sandals. Around her neck was a brown collar with a tag hanging from it. As Aunt Freda approached, to Tracy's amazement, the girl knelt and bowed her head in a submissive manner.

"Is dinner ready Helen?" demanded Aunt Freda briskly.

"Yes Ma'am. Just as you ordered. Do you wish to dine now?"

"No. You can show Tracy to her room. Tracy this is Helen. She is a crim-slave that looks after the house for me. Be down for dinner in 1 hour. Carry on." Aunt Freda swept past Helen and went inside. Tracy glanced at Aunt Elizabeth who just nodded and said "Go on", and followed her sister inside. Tracy followed Helen upstairs.

As she unpacked her clothes and put them in the drawers in the room prepared for her, Tracy's thoughts were spinning. She turned to Helen who, after helping with the baggage, was looking curiously at the clothes Tracy had with her. On realising Tracy was looking at her she stepped back and stood with her back straight and her hands at her side with her head down.

"Helen what is it like to be a crim-slave? What does it mean?"

The woman raised her head and looked at Tracy in surprise. "Why... It means I have been sentenced to a period of slavery as punishment for a crime, Miss," replied Helen, "Didn't you have crim-slaves on your home-planet?"

"No," replied Tracy. She looked at Helen. "What did you do that got you sentenced to slavery?"

"Stole from shops. Shoplifting the judge called it. She sentenced me to eighteen months. I have three months still to serve."

Was it necessary to steal?," asked Tracy curiously, "Couldn't you get a job?"

"My father is a drunk", sighed Helen, "Mother had four children and father can't stop drinking what money we had. I am the eldest and when I saw the others starving I had to do something. It was a year after I left school. I couldn't get a job. So I stole. It was silly of me but I didn't know what else to do. At the time neither Mother or I knew of the support we could have got from the government. Well at least they are now getting that support. If I'd known about it things could have been different. Still. Your Aunt only gave me eighteen months," Helen looked at the clock on the wall. "Please, are you ready now? If I don't have you down for dinner in five minutes I will be caned."

"Caned?" said Tracy, startled, "Yes lets go."

Tracy found her aunts awaiting her at the table. Helen served them a delicious meal after which the three women went into the lounge room to talk while Helen cleared the table. Tracy had found it new to have a servant coming and going as they dined. She asked about it once they were seated.

"Would one of you please tell me about this slave thing and how people end up as one and what it entails for the slave owner? Helen tells me she was sentenced to eighteen months slavery for shoplifting by you, Aunt Elizabeth. Is that a normal sentence? She also said she would be caned if we were late down for dinner. Is that true?"

Aunt Elizabeth answered first.

"I obviously don't recall every trial I have presided over, Tracy. If Helen says I was her Judge she probably is right. Do you remember that article I gave you to read about Camelot?" Tracey nodded. "For the most part life here is similar to what you are used to on Nexus Tracy. The slaves and the laws controlling them are the only big difference with other worlds. The system of slavery here is the result of problems with the economy at the beginning of the settlement on Camelot. Due to a bad drought, many people lost their money. But those who had planned for such possibility survived and objected to the need to support those who had failed to make provision. Then someone remembered the old "bond servant" system from Old Earth. A person could borrow against his/her 'bond' and if unable to pay he/she could be seized and put in debtors prisons or Debt Camps. This included their families. The parents could then be 'leased out' to work for others at any job until their debts were paid. The children could also be leased out after reaching age fifteen. This practice developed into the slave system we have today. One or two debt camps still exist but usually when a person falls into debt now their bond is put up for auction immediately. You may think this is awful but the system has been in operation for 300 years now and all attempts by anti-slave groups have failed to gain anywhere near the needed numbers. Also nearly a quarter of the new slaves on the market each year are volunteers. For reasons of their own they want to vanish or they have masochistic tendencies, or just don't want to control their life. These slaves are the most despised of all. You can often pick them out. Many slave owners indicate the slave as a volunteer with a blue link in the otherwise brown chain round their neck Now do you remember the meaning of the different coloured neck chains?"

"No."

"Right. Well, you will see green chains on some students when you go to school. Those students are from poor families who couldn't afford to keep their child at school for the final three years. They are bonded to another, richer, family. That family pays a bond into a bank account and at the end of the school period - usually at age eighteen - the student gets the money which he or she can use to start their life. A bond is usually about 1,000 credits for each year. The average bond is therefore 3000 credits."

"What sort of work would the student have to do for the family he or she is bonded to?"

"Anything within reason. Farming families may accept bond-students -as they are officially called - to get extra labour on their farm. It is actually cheaper to do take on a bond-student than an adult labourer. In the towns, well, the student can expect to do household chores, gardening chores and so on. And yes, there is no denying sexual services may be included in the work required. That is accepted here. The bond holding family are, however responsible if pregnancy results so they usually take the necessary precautions. One thing you will usually find is that a family that takes a bond-student in, will usually have a child of the same age and gender. That is encouraged. Bond-students are not looked down upon as much as on adult slaves - it is usually accepted that it is not the fault of the student that his or her family are in difficulties. Another chain colour you will see is blue. This one is for trained or educated workers wether they are debt or volunteer slaves. You will usually see them in factories although some may be in offices. Usually their bond is for a fixed time after which they are freed. A factory or business may pay for training for a worker on condition the worker enters into a bond. Another chain colour that you are sure to see is red. That is for sex-slaves who usually belong to a brothel - but not always. . Young, unmarried mothers often end up in brothels if they fall into debt. Brothels usually have proper care facilities for children. However, brown chains are the most common to be seen. They are for those without any special skills and can be either volunteer or debt slave.

Finally there are the collared slaves like Helen. They are crim-slaves. Criminals sentenced to slavery for crimes they have committed. They could be sentenced to slavery for any period of time from a few months to life. There are two coloured collars used. Brown, which means the crime committed was not really violent and the wearer will eventually be released, and black. Black collars are placed on any prisoner with a life sentence and also the violent criminals Violent black-collar criminals are often not leased out or if they are they usually go to a company who is able to handle them. Usually mining companies who have heavy work for them. Few of those slaves see old age, Tracy.

The prisoners awarded a brown collar usually are required to stay in gaol for the first part of their sentence as decided by the sentencing judge, then they are leased out to work for the public. For example, Helen was given a eighteen month sentence, three months of which had to be served in gaol and the rest of the sentence to be served as slave. She has been serving in this house for twelve months now and is doing quite well. If she continues to improve she can expect to complete her sentence with little trouble. Prisoners who please their lease-holders can hope for an early release if the lease-holder gives a good recommendation to the Parole Board. Prisoners who are minors must stay in gaol and go to school until age15 then they are leased out to the public to serve the rest of their sentence. The life of a crim-slave can be harsh. Crim-slaves are considered the lowest of the slave order and little kindness is wasted on them. Some people who regularly lease crim-slaves have a reputation for harsh treatment but few people seem to think this is wrong. Tomorrow you will see what I mean by that. The other chain colour you may see is white. That is for personal attendants sometimes called body-slaves. They indicate that a special relationship exists between owner and slave. It is rare for a white chain to be seen on the auction block."

"Why do crim-slaves wear a collar and not a chain like the other slaves?"

"The collars are hollow, Tracy and inside them is a device that allows us to keep track of their whereabouts," replied Aunt Freda.

"What do you think of the ides of sentencing people to slavery, Aunt Elizabeth?"

"I think it is a part of the system that is most beneficial to the community since it reduces the numbers in prison and makes the criminal be seen to be serving the community. I should point out that crim slaves are actually leased out not sold - except for the lifers. And understand a life sentence here means natural life and that can be up to 300 years with Long-Life Serum now."

"Have you ever owned a slave yourself Aunt?"

"No. Your Aunt Freda is able to supply slaves to care for the house, do our laundry and so on."

"The job has its perks," smiled Aunt Freda. "And by the way, yes, if Helen had not had you down in time she would have been caned for disobedience. Remember that when dealing with slaves, Tracy. You could get them harshly punished in some houses just by speaking to them. So be thoughtful when you are dealing with slaves that you don't own."

"Yes Aunt. Is there any chance I could see where you work, Aunt?" This to Aunt Freda.

"Certainly. Tomorrow."

"And where do you work now Aunt Elizabeth?

"I sit on the bench in one of the city courtrooms, Tracy," explained Aunt Elizabeth, "I usually hear criminal cases such as stealing, assault or murder. You can come and watch if you like since school doesn't start for two weeks. But don't spend all your time in my courtroom. Visit other court rooms and see if there are many differences in law and procedure from what you are used to. And of course go elsewhere as well. The slave auctions are held not far from here. One of us can take you to see them some time if you are interested. If you want to, that is. I warn you it is not a pretty sight."

"I would like to see it though, Aunt."

Aunt Elizabeth reached for a little bell Tracy had noticed on a nearby table. "All this talking has dried my throat." she remarked. The bell tinkled.

A minute later Helen appeared at the door.

"You rang, Madam?"

"Coffee," said Aunt Freda, "How do you have yours Tracy?"

"Black, with one sugar please,"

"Yes, M'am," She disappeared.

"Aunt Freda how can the prisoner be certain they will be released at the right time if they are out serving as a slave. Can they be sure the er lease-holder will remember the right date, or even want to release them when the time is up?"

"The Parole Board keeps track of them Tracy. When the time is near the Parole Board collects the prisoner from the lessee and returns them to the prison for preparation for release. Their collar actually has the date programmed into it and at a set time it opens and the collar falls away. If you ever witness that Tracy you will see how the prisoner's face lights up with the removal of the collar."

At that moment Helen returned with the coffee cups on a tray. She carefully placed the tray on the table then turned to the women.

"Will there be anything else, please?"

"Yes, Helen there will be a task for you to perform soon for Tracy," replied Aunt Elizabeth, "For now, strip."

"Err.. Yes Ma'm," replied a clearly surprised Helen, who proceeded to remove her tunic.

Tracy listened and watched is amazement as the slave quickly folded her tunic on a nearby chair and stepped out of her shoes at the same time, pushing them under the same chair. She was now topless and proceeded to slide her black panties down over rounded hips. She placed them with her tunic and faced the women. Tracy, still surprised at the turn of events, was finding herself admiring the view. Helen had smallish breasts that were firm and pert.

"Kneel," from Aunt Freda.

Tracy watched as Helen knelt, her head down.

"Head up, Helen," ordered Aunt Freda. Helen obeyed, her expression one of uncertainty.

"Tracy," she continued, "We need to find if you are capable of adapting to new circumstances. What do you think of the idea of having Helen for a bed-partner to-night.?"

"I... I," Tracy was astounded at the suddenness of the situation she was in. If she said no she would obviously go down in both her aunts estimations. Clearly this was a test. She glanced at Helen again. The woman was clearly not shocked at the idea, just mildly surprised. As she hesitated, Tracy also noticed that a look of scorn begin to appear in the slaves face. Tracy could not have that. "Thankyou Aunt Freda," she heard her voice reply, "This is very kind of you."

"Good," came Aunt Freda's reply, "Helen, go and run a bath for Tracy now. Take your gear with you. Return when the bath is ready."

"Yes, Ma'm,"

Tracy watched as the slave collected her cloths and left the room.

"Errr... You know Aunt," said Tracy quietly, "This will be my first time."

"First time with a woman you mean?" asked Aunt Elizabeth curiously.

"No. My very first time. I have never had sex with another person before. I never found someone I wanted to sleep with on Nexus. I am a total virgin," explained Tracy.

"I didn't realise that, dear. Well, if you would rather not, then say so."

"No, I will do it. I just thought you should know I have no experience. I may make a fool of myself," said Tracy, "I'm sorry if this disappoints you." She looked at her aunts uncertainly.

"We are not disappointed, Tracy," replied Aunt Elizabeth, "In fact I am pleased you are so straight forward with us. I will tell Helen to go gently with you." She left the room.

Tracy looked at Aunt Freda. "I seem to be putting you to a lot of bother Aunt," she said, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, dear," came the reply, "Now tell me, did your parents use corporal punishment on you at home?"

The subject change caught Tracy by surprise. "Err.. Yes, sometimes," she admitted, "I still remember the last spanking I received from Mom. It was the only time she used her paddle on me. Once was enough thankyou." Tracy shivered as she remembered the pain and humiliation of that time.

"Before that she just used her hand?"

"Yes. Why do you ask, Aunt"

"Because you will be seeing a lot of corporal punishment tomorrow and probably also at school. Its quite common on Camelot, Tracy."

"At school!," echoed Tracy, astonished, "You mean students are caned by the teachers?"

"You mean they didn't do it at your old school?"

"No. I don't think they could, legally."

"Well they certainly can here, dear, so be warned."

They both looked up as the door opened and Helen entered. She was still nude.

"Mistress, your bath is ready if you please."

"Off you go Tracy, and sleep well."

"Goodnight Aunt."

As Helen led the way up the stairs, Tracy found herself eying the pair of naked buttocks ahead of her. She noticed the muscular thighs and remembered the firm round breasts that clearly did not need support. She flushed. What was wrong with her? She had never had those thoughts about another woman before. Then her mind recalled her Aunt's words and found herself wondering what it would be like to use her mother's paddle on the bottom before her. She flushed again as she followed Helen into her room. Helen stopped and turned to face her. Tracy noted the girl showed no shame or embarrassment at being naked. And why should she? She had a nice shaped figure with rounded hips and slim legs. Tracy just then noticed that Helen's pussy was shaved bare.

"May I help you undress, Mistress?" she said, and proceeded to do so.

Tracy was still to confused to stop her, but found she rather liked being waited on. Tracy had removed her jacket when they first arrived. Helen now proceeded to unbutton her blouse and remove it. She then knelt and unfastened Tracy's shoes and held them as Tracy stepped out of them. Tracy felt the urge to undress herself but remembered Aunt Freda's warning about slaves being punished if they didn't do their work so she let Helen continue. Helen next unbuckled Tracy's belt and unbuttoned her trousers, lowering them and holding them so Tracy could step out of them. She then stepped behind Tracy and unhooked her conservative bra and slid it down her arms. Tracy's firm round breasts jutted out proudly.

"Oh... Mistress they're beautiful," came from behind her. Tracy realised Helen was admiring her breasts in the mirror.

"Err... Thankyou," she stuttered, blushing furiously.

Helen hesitated, then recalling Mistress Elizabeth's words, placed her hands on Tracy's shoulders and gently turned her around.

"Miss Tracy, I understand from your Aunt Elizabeth that you have had no sex experience."

Her hands grasped Tracy's nipples and began to gently roll and twist them. Tracy gasped and moaned softly.

"Is that true, Miss Tracy?"

"Yessss," whispered Tracy.

"Your Aunt thinks it is time to do something about that. She wants you to experience the feelings of female love tonight. Would you like that, Miss Tracy?"

"I... I suppose so....."

"Good."

Helen's hands left Tracy's nipples and slowly slid down to her waist. Thumbs slipped into her panties waist-band and began to roll them down. Tracy quivered as she automatically she stepped out of them and finally found herself standing naked in front of the equally naked crim-slave. Helen's hands slid over Tracy's breasts and they gently grasped and rolled and pulled her nipples for a moment. Then Helen's hands slid down Tracy's body to her hips and gently stroked her pubic mound. Then for the first time Tracy felt a foreign finger enter her crack and explore her most intimate parts. Tracy felt herself shiver as she realised she was wet there and Helen knew it. She flushed as she stood there in confusion. Then Helen smiled and removed her hand. She held it up to show Tracy its dampness then she tasted it.

"You taste nice, Mistress Tracy,"

Not knowing what to say to that, Tracy was led into the bathroom where she found a large steaming bath awaiting her. Helen steadied her as she stepped in and sank down. Helen then took up a sponge, soaped it began to wash Tracy's shoulders and neck. Tracy's mind was soothed by this action and it cleared somewhat. She gathered her courage and made a decision. She looked at Helen.

"Aunt Elizabeth ordered this, didn't she?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Then if you are to join me in bed I want you clean to. You get in as well. It will be easier for you to wash me then, I think."

Helen smiled. "Thank you Mistress."

Helen stepped in to the bath, knelt, and resumed soaping Tracy's shoulders. Tracy spotted a second sponge, seized it, rose onto her knees and turning to face Helen began to wash her chest also. Helen's smile broadened in approval and they continued to wash each other. When she reached Helen's breasts Tracy copied Helens previous actions, rolling her nipples between thumb and finger. Both girls were soon moaning softly. Both hands slid lower and were soon exploring clefts. Tracy found Helen's clit first and stroked it experimentally. She watched as Helen began to quiver and moan quietly and realised she had caused it to happen. The power this showed excited her. Then Helen found Tracy's bud and soon Tracy was quivering also. Both women were now moaning in each others arms. Tracy felt a strange feeling build up inside her. She vaguely remembered it as a feeling she got on those rare times when she had pleasured herself. The pressure steadily built up until the girls orgasmed together. Tracy sagged back against the side of the bath.

"Helen, that was beautiful." she gasped, "I've never.... can we do that again?"

"Certainly, Mistress. Whenever you wish." Helen recovered faster than Tracy - she was after all more experienced - and smiled at the younger girl. "However is is more fun in bed, Mistress. If you agree, we can finish up here and I will teach you more about what we women can do together. If you agree that is."

"Let's do it" Tracy was beginning to enjoy the idea of being the one in charge.

Tracy soon found herself lying on her back on the bed as Helen knelt beside her and began again on Tracy's nipples. Tracy gasped as this time Helen used her lips and teeth on her tit to send more wonderful shocks through her body. Helen moved from breast to breast sending quivering shocks through Tracy's body. Helen then slowly moved lower, licking and nipping all over Tracy's abdomen. Then she gently opened Tracy's legs and began to kiss and lick the inner sides of her legs, slowly moving up to the centre of Tracy's pleasure. Finally she reached her centre and began to nip and lick the outer lips, causing Tracy to moan softly. She then pushed a finger into Tracy's hole and wriggled it slowly. Then a second finger joined it. Then Helen found Tracy's bud and rolled it back and forth in her fingers whilst wiggling other fingers in her hole, all the time with her other hand working on Tracy's nipples. Tracy was moaning and gasping and then as Helen squeezed on her bud, Tracy screamed in orgasm.

When Tracy opened her eyes next morning she was at first confused as to her surroundings. Then she looked around and memory returned. She was in bed in her Aunts house near the prison. Aunt Elizabeth was a Judge on Camelot and Aunt Freda was Governor of a women's prison. Tracy felt a movement beside her and looked to her right. Another woman lay there, asleep. She was naked, as Tracy realised she was. Then memory returned and Tracy recalled the events of the previous evening. Helen had made love to her over and over, bringing her to orgasm many times. She had also bought Helen to orgasm several times also. Tracy lent over and kissed Helen slowly on the cheek. When she lifted her head she saw that Helen's eyes were open.

"Thankyou, Helen, for all you have shown me," she whispered, "I hope we can do it again soon."

"That is up to my mistresses,"

"Mistresses?"

"Your aunts," explained Helen, "I am their slave, you remember." Helens eyes suddenly widened and she began to scramble out of bed.

"I must hurry or I will be late with breakfast and then I will be punished."

Helen pulled on her tunic and headed for the door. Tracy followed her out of bed and began dressing.

"I'll help you if you like," she offered.

"No.. No. I must do it myself ...Ohhh.. I am going to be late."

"What time is breakfast normally?"

"7 am. Your Aunt Freda has to be at her office at the prison at 8."

Tracy looked at the wall clock. It was 6.45. She watched as Helen ran out of the room and down the stairs. Tracy headed for the bathroom for a quick wash. When she arrived downstairs, Helen had the breakfast part prepared but was now kneeling before an irate Aunt Freda. As Tracy entered the room she stopped in her tracks as Aunt Freda fixed her eyes on her.

"So you have decided to join us have you. Well, Tracy you must now learn that authority means responsibility. Thanks to you, Helen is late with breakfast and must suffer the consequences." Aunt Freda looked at Helen, "Strip, " she barked. Helen began to pull of her tunic.

"Aunt, What are you going to do?."

"I am going to give Helen her punishment. Six strokes of the paddle."

Tracy was stunned at the answer. "And you call that justice, Aunt. Its cruelty!"

"What is the trouble here," came a fresh voice. Aunt Elizabeth entered the room and took the scene in at a glance.

"Our niece seems to think I am cruel for enforcing house rules."

"With respect, Aunt it was the two of you that ordered the cause of Helen being late with the breakfast, not Helen, " Tracy pointed out reasonably, "However since you're determined to punish someone, why not me? After all I am the cause of Helen being late."

"Nevertheless, she is late," came Aunt Freda's sharp reply.

Tracy didn't know what to say that wouldn't get Helen or herself into trouble.

It was Aunt Elizabeth who replied, "That is true Freda but Tracy is at least in part correct also. I suggest a reduced sentence."

Aunt Freda frowned then nodded. "Very well, two strokes."

Aunt Freda looked at Helen. "On your feet, girl. Bend over. Your lucky it is Tracy's first day here and I am feeling lenient."

Tracy watched in silence as Helen bent over and clasped her ankles. Aunt Freda raised the paddle in her right hand and brought it down on the proffered buttocks.

THERWACKKKK.

"One." Tracy heard Helen gasp. The paddle was raised again.

THERWACKKKK.

"Two." gasped Helen. She did not move.

"Up. Now get on with the breakfast. And you Tracy, remember this lesson also. You can easily get a slave punished by being the cause of delay. Remember that."

"Yes Aunt".

Tracy ate her breakfast in silence. She did not look at Aunt Freda. She could not look at Helen. When she had looked at Aunt Elizabeth she had simply shrugged.

"What sort of place have I come to," she asked herself, "Are the citizens of this planet all as heartless as Aunt Freda? Can I survive here without going insane?"

"When we have finished here, Tracy, you will accompany me to the prison where you will have a look around and see what prison life is like." Aunt Freda nodded grimly. "Yes it can be nasty. Yet do you know there are a lot of people who actually like the idea of having no worries. A slave makes no decisions for itself. Some people like that idea. Still. Come along now. I'll give you a tour. Some of this will be painful to see but Liz and I agree you should see the worse side of life here now instead of having it sprung on you later.

"Yes, Aunt." Tracy did not look up.

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