Chapter 1

Hermann Hawking took a deep breath through his large hooked nose, smelling the cool air of his home, Bardeboa. The sun was just peering over the horizon but his loyal Sassanach slaves were already hard at work plowing the fields. Hard workers were those Sassanach men, dumb as a bag of bricks - of course Hawking and his kind, other Effarian Landowners in Bardeboa had made sure to keep them that way. For the Sessanach men, the brainwashing was constant from birth to the age of ten, they knew their lot in life, and they fulfilled it well. The men would then work the fields from ten until they expired, periodically being chosen to breed with a female.

Bartleby Ference, the overseer of Hawking's estate and farms was waiting for him at the bottom oh the polished marble steps. Feigning tired Hawking trudged his way down the steps to Ference. The two men stood facing the rising sun far off in the distance behind the busy field. The morning was cool and damp, it was green and gray, and the smell of dirt encircled with the other smells of an industrious farm. "Smells like money.", Hawking grinned at the rising sun.

"That it do, sir." came Ference's reply. "Shall we get this over with then?"

"What's the rush good man?"

"No rush sir, lest you forget the extra duty this morning."

"Extra duty?"

"Yes, three of the females..."

"Right right right," Hawking talked over Ference, "the three females to be reveiwed."

For Sessanach females the brainwashing was constant until they were twenty for in the past the females had proven to be more apt of outgrowing their education, and steps had to be taken to make sure the brainwashing would be permanent with them. Once they were of the age of twenty they were sent to the review house.

Ichrine Swai, the Effarian Dame of the Review house looked up from her records when the two men entered, her birdlike features, a long skinny neck, her pointed beaklike nose, even her eyes, coupled with her motions added to her likeness of an Ostrich. Hawking was always amused at her though she took life much too seriously; he often speculated that Ichrine was the only person who took Ichrine seriously. As she stood, her head wobbling on her skinny neck Hawking pondered how anyone could ever take her seriously, he glanced over at his overseer and noticed that Ference must be thinking the same thing of Ichrine. "How does her head just not fall off her neck?"

"Number 8275", Ichrine squaked and knocked on the stall door behind her. A twenty year old girl, with strait greasy mud colored hair came out of the door in the nude. Ichrine led the girl in front of Hawking and told her, "Stand here. It is time for your review."

Hawking looked her over pensively. He studied her face, it was pretty, with fair skin and dark features, a nice double chin was forming to be noted for sure. The girls neck was still thin as wee her shoulders but hanging from her chest were small breasts which had alread started to sag. 'Not built to have large mams' Hawking noted. He lifted each breast rubbing it between his fingers then he let them flob down on her bare chest. The flopping of her breasts caused the girls flabby body to jiggle. Hawking turned his attention to the girl's rolly midriff. He counted, she had three rolls already and she was in the standing postion, and still very then. He poked and proded the girls midriff, digging for her rib and hip bones under her flesh. He turned her around and felt her back and rump, then her thighs. Standing back up, "No good, can't even breed from her! She's not good stock."

Ichine took the girl back to her stall. "Find ou who we bred her from and don't breed those two togather again." Hawking informed Ference then turned to Ichrine, "Ichrine, have her sent to the fatting barn and put on a diet high in protein, try to put some good flesh on her bones, she's all flab right now."

Ichrine nodded then went to the next stall, "Number 8276" Number 8276 came out from the stall and Hawking didn't even need to review her. "Triste! Ichrine!" he exhasperated, "she doesn't have an ounce on her." He pointed to the visable ribbones, "Send her to the apothycary, find out if it's a damn metabolism or an ailment that makes her so thin." Ichrine nodded like a hen in the yard picking up corn kernals as she nudged Number 8276 back into her stall.

"Number 8277" Ichrine called into the next stall and another girl came out. This one with Long dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, small double chin on her face and good cheecks. Her breasts were very different from the first girls, instead of small and floppy she had large ound breasts which hung down from her chest while still perking upward. He cupped and felt each one then let them drop like before. He then felt her rounded middle, soft and firm o the touch, she felt like the perfect specimen, her rump and thighs were the same. Hawking closely examined every inch of Number 8277 before declaring "Great stock, this one." her cupped the girls chin "Ichrine, take this one to the breeder, and have her bred with the best males, I want as many from her as I can get."

Ichrine led the girl back to her stall and the two men left.