Tied for the world: Jennifer
Jennifer (5)
The ship had been at sea for three weeks, and none of the girls knew where they would be taken.
There were nineteen girls in Jennifer’s cabin, tied up in bunches. A few of the girls were wearing only their underwear, or whatever clothes were still hanging off their bodies, and the rest were completely naked.
Jennifer was tied at the end. She was naked up to her waist and her legs and feet were bare. She wore tiny thick cotton shorts that had been torn into strips in many places. She wore rough iron shackles around her wrists and ankles, and a long chain connected the shackles to the heavy iron collar around her neck. Two other chains connected her collar to the collars of the two girls on either side of her.
On her right is Mary K. Law, a fourth-year student at Princeton University. Rau, a fourth-year student at Princeton University. She was less than two weeks away from graduation when she was kidnapped. On the left is young Kristina, a former Beverly Hills High School cheerleader who was always crying along the way.
Suddenly, a girl tied in the center called out, “Land! We’re close to land!”
In fact, the ship approached an island. At the top of the green slope loomed an old castle, or fortress, of stone.
“Ah, God!” Mary Lou moaned. Rao groaned, “What a revenge!”
The girls turned their heads to look at her. After a short silence, Jennifer said, “You mean… this is… so, this is a…”
“A slave prison, built by our own ancestors,” interrupted Mary Lou. Off the coast of Africa – this must be where we are. Hundreds of years ago they built these forts to hold the black slaves, and then they shipped them to the New World. But now… ah, God! What an irony!”
Cristina cried again, and soon several others did too, including Mary B. Jennifer stroked Cristina’s shoulder with her handcuffed hand. Jennifer stroked Kristina’s shoulder with her handcuffed hand, and then Mary Lou’s, in a vain attempt to comfort her partner, but nothing could be said. Jennifer touched Christina’s shoulder with her handcuffed hand, then Mary Lou’s, in a futile attempt to comfort her partner, but nothing could be said. After a long time, her own face was covered in tears.
The whistle blew as the ship prepared to enter the harbor. Through the small barred window they saw the crowd, mainly Africans and Arabs, gathering on the dock through the narrow road leading to the slave fort.
Jennifer s mood suddenly became a little strange, and she wondered how much they ๎ meant to pay for her.
Jennifer (12)
“Jennifer! Jennifer!!!” Mistress’s voice was urgent.
Jennifer jumped up from the recliner on the small patio outside her room and ran as fast as her shackled feet would allow. But after she had just turned the corner and opened the door with her cuffed hands, she stopped where she was for a moment.
When she came to her hostess’s downstairs study, she suddenly stopped moving. Mistress Robin’s eleven-year-old son was by now standing anxiously in the corner, staring up and down at her. She stopped and hesitated, not knowing whether to go in or withdraw. It had been over two months since she had arrived at the house, but Mistress had never allowed her to face Robin directly in the nude and in shackles.
“Come in, Jennifer,” the hostess called to her, “and don’t be ashamed to kneel down.”
Jennifer slowly dropped to her knees and sat on her feet then spread her thighs. Over the months she had become accustomed to this humiliating position, but she was still a little uncomfortable exposing the most intimate parts of her body like this now that Robin was present.
“Very well, Robin,” said the mistress calmly: “Go over and touch her.”
Robin’s sweaty little hands squeezed her breasts and tentatively stroked the nipples again as Jennifer lowered her head and blushed. He eyed the round nipples as they became erect, obviously intensely stimulated, and began to pinch and tug at them with great interest.
“Touch her, any way you like, Robin.” Mistress’s voice became more serious: “You can even hurt her if you like. You can do anything you want to Jennifer. She’s our slave.”
“But,” she suddenly raised her voice: “if you get caught harassing the girls at your school again, don’t come home to me!”
Jennifer (18)
Jennifer looked at herself in the dressing mirror, slightly confused. Reggie her new owner’s six year old son, was still staring at her and giggling as she was about to give him a bath and then serve him to bed.
“What’s wrong, Reggie?” She finally asked.
“Mom says it’s humiliating to go without clothes in front of others,” Reggie replied, still giggling, “How come you never wear anything?”
“Ah, that.” Jennifer replied, sighing as it finally dawned on her, “That’s because, your mom and dad want me to be naked all the time.”
“Why?”
“That way, whenever they ๎ mean to, they can easily touch me or hit me.” Jennifer explained patiently.
“Why?”
“Because I’m their slave.” She had been a slave for over four years now, since she was fifteen years old, and Jennifer was very calm when she said those words.
“What is a slave?”
“A slave is… like a thing.”
“What’s the thing?”
“Stuff… as in, I’m not a person like your mom and dad, I’m an ‘item’ that they bought. Like, for example, like a real horse.”
“But you’re not a horse, Jennifer.”
“No. But they can treat me like a horse. They can do whatever they want to me because they own me. Now get it?”
“Ah-ha-” Reggie said, blinking in thought, “Do I own you too?”
“โ Yes, I think, you do own me.”
“So can I treat you like a horse too?”
“I hope you don’t. But, yes, you can.”
“So, I can do whatever I want to you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, of course, my little master. Now stand up and I’ll dry you off.”
In the end, Reggie seemed satisfied with the answers and didn’t try Jennifer again.
Early the next morning, Jennifer was awakened by Reggie’s loud cries outside the house. A moment later, her mistress came in, looking like there was nothing she could do.
“I’m sorry to get you up so early, Jennifer.” She said a little apologetically as she undid the night chain on Jennifer’s steel collar, “But if I don’t let you play with him, he’s going to fight World War III.”
Five minutes later, deeply regretting what she had told Reggie last night, Jennifer crawled a little bit on her hands and knees down the dirt road in the countryside.
Reggie had attached a thick linen rope around her waist, the other end of which was attached to his toy wagon, in which sat Jennifer’s little master, who was briskly whipping her paws with a small riding crop.
Translator’s Postscript.
Sir Kevin’s works were found on the Internet, and I am translating a few of them to introduce them to Chinese readers. There are a few more, but they’re not very good, so I’m not going to translate them.
He writes in such a way that he expresses something through only one snippet at a time. Jennifer and Stephanie within the text are different people within different articles, so there are no sequels to each. And since the author seems to have written no more after writing these (I’ve done a cursory search on the internet and can’t find anything else), some of you who were hoping for a sequel seem to be disappointed.
If there is enough imagination, friends can try to write their own, depending on the strength to write the level of the original. This type of Chinese works, as if there are not many, you can try.