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.