Chapter 1: Beginnings
Dominic Alphonse D'Attilio sat in his study examining a large file on his
desk. Occasionally he would look up as data and pictures were displayed on a
screen on the wall in front of him. The large, well appointed room was quiet but
for the occasional sounds of his pen as he made notes in the file. After some
time, he sat up and looked at the screen more intently. Then he spoke, his first
word activating the intercom to his outer office.
"Jaffa, could you come in here please?"
A few moments later a large man entered the room. He was dressed in a
tailored servant's uniform, but his bearing was assured and confident. "What do
you think?" Dominic asked, pointing at the monitor on the wall. This was the
latest in flat screen, high definition technology. It looked more like a clean
window than a television. On screen was the image of a young woman standing in a
modestly appointed bathroom. The picture must have been taken through the mirror
she was looking at. The woman was naked.
"She is exceptionally beautiful, sir. British?"
"Yes and no. She's half-French, half-British. Her father was a British
Army occer who met a French musician while vacationing in Paris. They married,
and Mandy was born in 1996. The mother died a few weeks later of complications,
and the father raised the girl with the help of nannies and girl's boarding
schools. Then he was killed in an accident in 2014 - just last year. The girl
spent her last year of boarding school as a ward of the State, but has now
graduated and is planning to attend a private university in the United States."
"That is good, sir. No other family?".
"None. And no male friends to date." said Dominic. "And she is planning a
trip to Paris next week."
The valet nodded his head, looking at the screen. Jaffa was an employee of
the D'Atillio Corporation, but the relationship was much more than that. He had
lived and worked with Dominic for seventeen years, and the reciprocal trust and
respect he shared with his employer was absolute.
On his part, Dominic Alphonse D'Attilio was a wealthy and powerful man. A
former executive, he now shunned public attention and managed his affairs from
his home - an isolated estate in the south of France. The main house, occupied
by Dominic himself, was lavishly furnished and held his office along with his
sleeping and eating quarters, a library, gym, swimming pool with sauna, music
room, and a sheltered roof-top garden. Around the estate were various
outbuildings assigned to his personal staff, including valet, doctor, guards,
and driver. The whole acreage was surrounded by patrolled fences, and nearest
neighbors lived miles away.
The setting was ideal for Dominic's activities. Dominic owned and ran an
organization that captured and trained young women for service to extremely
wealthy men from around the world. He was, quite simply, a trainer and provider
of female slaves. There were several such organizations in the world of 2015,
but Dominic's was the best. His subjects were beautiful and, by the time they
left his estate, docile and anxious to please. They carried a money back
guarantee that had never been claimed.
Dominic took great pride in his organization and in its methods. None of
his competitors had a similar record of satisfied customers, and none could
command such high prices for their products. Dominic used old fashioned
techniques - no drugs and no submissives. Drug induced slavery was easy to
achieve, but the subjects were never as stimulating as the genuine ones. As
well, Dominic avoided the use of true submissives. These consensual slaves were
easy to find, but his customers demanded more.
There was another key to Dominic's success. This was the tremendous effort
he and his employees put into the selection of subjects. Unsurpassed physical
beauty was a prerequisite, but even this was not succient. Subjects needed to
have the right mental attitudes as well. The requirements here were very subtle.
It was essential that they be unwilling slaves, so that the owners could derive
the appropriate satisfaction from their punishments and humiliations. But at the
same time, some subjects were so unwilling that they could never make
satisfactory slaves. They would become depressed, even suicidal, when facing the
prospect of unending subjugation. What was needed was balance, and at finding
this balance Dominic was the undisputed master.
The young woman's name was Mandarin "Mandy" Gray. The file on Dominic's
desk was thorough. At age nineteen she was already an accomplished pianist. She
also had a passion for dance, which she pursued with private lessons. Mandy's
upbringing had been strict, but not cruel. Her father had been a warm and loving
man, although he could be very stern and unyielding when his daughter broke any
of his rules for behaviour. He never physically punished the girl, finding it
unnecessary. Mandy loved him greatly, and had been very anxious to please him.
She worked hard at school, becoming an honor student, and gaining admission to
university. In return, her well meaning father had done his best to protect and
shelter his daughter from the harsher sides of life.
There was a physical profile in the file as well, but Dominic simply
looked at the screen. Mandy was a beautiful young woman with flawless creamy
skin. Her face was lovely and wholesome with large brown eyes. Her lips were
thick and sensual and her smile was dazzling. Her luxurious blond hair was cut
short, but soft curls fell attractively about her ears and neck. She was only
5'3" in height, and fairly slender. Her years of dancing training had given her
shapely legs and a very slim waist. On screen, one of her legs was bent at the
knee and rose smoothly into a lovely round behind.
But there was no question that Mandy's most spectacular assets were her
breasts. These were outstanding - firm, round, and massive. On the screen Mandy
was standing somewhat to the side, leaning forward slightly, and Dominic could
see that there was scarcely any sag to her breasts at all. Given their size, it
was remarkable that they seemed so firm. Rather, they were wide at the base, so
that they touched each other in the middle even when hanging freely. The nipples
were a lovely pink color, as were the large aureolae that surrounded them.
Despite her physical attractiveness, the file also indicated that she was
quite inexperienced in the ways of love. This was partly due to her sheltered
life in private girl's schools, but also due in part to her personality. She was
very much attached to her father, and found the attitude of boys her age
intimidating. She was also very self conscious about her breasts, wearing only
thick sweatshirts when out, and insisting that her dancing lessons be held in
private.
Dominic looked at Jaffa. "I think she is the one for us," he said simply.
Then he looked down from the screen, turned to his computer, and composed a
short message. The message was automatically encrypted and sent over his private
satellite system to one of his operatives in Britain. Dominic's employees were
trusted professionals, and their methods were eccient.. It would not be long
before he received a house guest.
* * *
Mandy was excited to be in Paris again. As she left the plane at Orly
Airport, she smelled the air and listened with pleasure to the sounds of French
being spoken around her. She didn't notice the two men who followed her off the
plane and through the terminal. Mandy retrieved her luggage and went to the curb
to call a taxi. The sidewalk was uncrowded at this time of the day. The two men
moved into place behind her. A large limousine drove up and stopped in front of
her. The back door opened and immediately Mandy was grabbed and smoothly shoved
inside. It happened so quickly Mandy had no time to call out, and no-one took
notice as the car smoothly pulled away.
Inside the back seat, Mandy was held forcefully to the floor by the weight
of the two men. She struggled and cried out, but the weight on her legs and back
was succient to hold her firmly against the carpeted floor. There was another
man in the front passenger seat. Carefully, he took a full syringe out of the
glove box and turned to lean over the back of his seat. The men in the back
moved to sit directly on Mandy, one on her back and the other on her legs. The
syringe was plunged through her clothes and into her right buttock, causing
Mandy to shriek with the sharp pain. Moments later her struggles ceased.
