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“Aye, it’s nice, ennit?”
Jack asked idly. “This ’ere’s the finest gear you’ll find, pretty
boy. All quality stuff, so mind me when I show you somethin’, and
don’t muck around wi’ what y’don’t know ’ow t’do. Got
that?”

Brian nodded, and Jack
pulled a worn blanket from a shelf and tossed it on the floor.
“You’ll work down there. You’ve got saddle soap...” Patiently, the
stableman explained the cleaning and finishing process and showed
Brian where everything was. When Brian could repeat all of it back,
the Aussie nodded and motioned outside.

“Then y’better wash off
this mud n’such, boy. You’ll find th’ water out round to your
right. Come on back when you’re nice n’ clean!”

Brian found the water. It
was a regular garden hose and the water was cold. But he splashed
and rubbed and tried to stand in the sun. He gasped when he saw the
the thick pattern of lash marks that Grendel had given him. It
literally covered his body from the tops of his shoulders to almost
his knees. His arms were especially bad. Shivering, he shook like a
wet dog and went back around to where Jack was still waiting. But
Jack had something new in his hand, something Sharon had gotten
used to seeing daily. Brian stopped, looked down and then back up
at Jack’s dancing eyes.

“Y’know,” Jack said slowly,
working his hand back and forth, “I b’lieve I’ve got one more thing
t’teach you, pretty boy. Come on inside.”

Brian walked forward, a
dazed look in his eyes. Now? Here? Like this? And when he entered
the tack room, he saw that Jack had tossed a long nylon strap up
through two of the internal crossbeams. Each end of the strap was a
loop, about three feet off the ground. They were about four feet
apart. The blanket was folded underneath them.

As he stared at this
strange arrangement, Jack took him by one shoulder and literally
threw him down onto the floor, and kicked him to position himself
so that his shoulders were on the blanket. The swiftness of the
attack and the pain in his body dulled Brian into a kind of shock,
but he paid attention as Jack caught one ankle and placed it into
one of the open loops and tightened the strap around it. Now,
Brian’s leg was pulled up and out, forcing his shoulders and back
against the floor. He groaned, but offered no resistance as Jack
fastened the other leg as well.

“That’s a nice boy,” Jack
crooned. “Nice an’ open, aren’t you? And Brian could only whimper
as Jack prepared himself and positioned himself comfortably, his
cock at the perfect level to Brian’s butt hole, Brian with his legs
up in the air, his body wracked with shivers and tremors of
anticipation.

When Jack plunged in with
one sharp thrust, Brian screamed out and pounded his fists against
the floor. Yes! Yes! Do it! Somewhere, he heard himself actually
saying these things, but the only sound in the hot little room was
Jack’s satisfied grunting and Brian’s groans of pleasure and agony.
His much abused cock rose yet again.

And Jack started to play
with it! “Y’know, pretty boy,” the stableman said, pulling out to
plunge in again, “You’re not allowed to shoot y’spunk.”

But Brian did anyway,
screaming his frustration and ecstasy while Jack laughed and
finished him off.

Brian suddenly remembered
why he had wanted to become a slave.

* * * *

Claudia followed Ms. Rachel
up to the floor with the servants’ quarters and worked at changing
sheets. She had never been in these rooms before, and she marveled
at how well they were appointed and furnished. The household
servants lived much better than the slaves. Here, and only here,
were there television sets and VCRs. In a large recreation room,
there was even a pinball machine, and a magazine rack held what
looked like all the latest media and entertainment guides. Rachel
let Claudia clean up table of empty cups and a bowl that held
popcorn leftovers, and shooed her out of the room when Claudia’s
eyes lingered too long at the cover of a women’s
magazine.

As Claudia carried the tray
down to the kitchen, she thought, that’s another strange thing
about being here. At my Mistress’ house, I watched TV and movies
with her and Carl. We always had a lot of newspapers and magazines,
and I could read them if I wanted to. Now, I don’t know if anything
is going on in the world. I don’t know what’s happening on my
favorite shows, or even if there has been any big, important news
that everyone is talking about. My entire world is here.

Rachel met her at the head
of the stairs and directed her to one of the servants’ rooms. As
they crossed the threshold, Rachel reached out and took a tight
handful of Claudia‘s hair and shook her head gently. Claudia
froze.

“Now it’s my turn,” the
housekeeper said, pushing the slave into the room and maintaining
that grip in her hair. “Your friend with the black hair is all
right, but I think you’ll be better.”

“Oh!” Claudia whimpered.
“Oh, my.”

“Hush now, little girl. No
need to talk. You want this, and you want it bad. I heard you
turned down the pretty one at lunch time. That was probably a good
choice. She looks like she could make a wrestle in the sheets into
something that’s as much fun as humping a rock.” Rachel spoke
softly, her voice pitched almost in a whisper. “But you want a
girl, don’t you? A real girl, not an over-grown Barbie doll. So
when I turn you loose, you’re going to turn around and undress me,
and then I’m going to make you scream, little girl. And you’re
going to love every minute of it and thank me sweet, like the good
little kitten you are.”

Claudia’s breath was
already coming in gasps. She moaned as Rachel gave her head one
more shake. “And what’s more, my kitten, is that you’re not going
to get to come today. And you’ll still thank me.”

Claudia’s hands trembled as
she unfastened the buttons and zippers of Rachel’s plain but well
made uniform. As it was shed and neatly hung up, piece by piece,
Rachel was revealed to be a woman with a few secrets under her
dark, forbidding garb. Gold rings pierced her thick, dark nipples,
and a tattoo of a winged cat with long claws and exposed fangs
curled around her upper right arm, to the top of her shoulder.
Claudia swallowed hard. She had seen such decoration on various
guests at Mistress’ parties, but never so closely. And never under
similar circumstances.

“Do you like them?” Rachel
asked, touching her breasts. The rings sparkled and danced as she
cupped her breasts and lifted them. “Kiss them. Show me that you
appreciate how beautiful they are.”

Claudia bent her head and
placed her carefully soft lips on one nipple. They are beautiful,
she thought, pressing harder. Her eyes closed in the proper way to
worship. Why didn’t Brian mention them?

“Good kitten. Now
finish.”

The skirt was removed,
displaying another tattoo, this one in the small of Rachel’s back.
It was a work of art. A winged disk rested in the center, just
above the arch of her buttocks, and from it radiated black and
purple feathers changing at the tips to blue licks of flame, which
ended at her hips. Claudia gasped and dropped to her knees. Without
being asked to, she kissed the center of the disk.

“Oh, you are hungry,”
Rachel said with a chuckle. “Now, if I was one of the owners, you‘d
be in trouble! But I like that, kitten, so why don’t you just keep
on doing it?”

Claudia eagerly ran her
lips over the design, giving loving kisses to every inch, following
the top of Rachel’s ass to both sides of her body. Rachel sighed
and played with her nipple rings for a while, stopping Claudia only
after the girl had made three passes over the entire
tattoo.

“Now you get to do that all
over me,” she sighed. And she stretched out on her bed, putting her
arms comfortably behind her head and nodded to the kneeling
girl.

Claudia threw herself into
the task, licking and kissing every inch of Rachel’s torso, and
then following Rachel’s directive to skip the delta between her
legs and just continue at the thighs and work down to the feet.
Claudia followed every direction with a speed and joy that amazed
her. Surely the room couldn’t be as warm as Claudia felt? Surely
this, this
maid,
wasn’t making Claudia’s body squirm and thrum with eager
passion?

Ah, surely it was. Claudia
kissed every toe on each foot, and sucked on them when Rachel
suggested that such a service might feel very nice. And then, when
Rachel finally sat up, grabbed Claudia by the hair once again and
dragged her mouth into the triangle of dark hair, Claudia let out a
moaning cry of joy that was not lost at all. Rachel laughed with
erotic satisfaction as Claudia writhed and clutched and tried so
pathetically and preciously to please.

Claudia felt Rachel tremble
and shake and tasted the sharp nectar of a woman’s ecstasy. But
Rachel was in no way sated. Her hand pulled Claudia tighter to her
and Claudia mewed and continued. It hadn’t been that long ago when
her Mistress had commanded such service, but her hunger and her joy
in finding someone so easy to please were as powerful as Rachel’s
lust. When Rachel pulled Claudia up and put her on her back,
Claudia whimpered and thrust up to Rachel’s cruel fingers, making
sounds that she had never made before. She was far too hot to
remember to be embarrassed. Each pinch of a nipple, each thrust
into her own sex, and every biting kiss was sensual agony and an
explosion of bliss.

As Rachel finally fell back
to take several long breaths and stretch out, Claudia felt like an
old rag. Limp, soaking wet, and worn to a frazzle. The taste and
feel of the other woman was coating her, covering her in a cloak of
the familiar, and making her body tingle with need, desire, and the
torment of fulfillment.

“Ah, you’re not bad,
kitten,” Rachel finally said.

“Thank you, Miss,” Claudia
whispered. “You... you’re wonderful.” And so beautiful, she
thought, looking at the decorated woman’s body. No one would ever
know that such a strong, tough lady was under those dark, plain
clothes. She wished she could hear Rachel’s story.

But Rachel only laughed and
pushed herself up on one elbow. “You think so? Well, wait until
you’ve been done by Alex! Or even Grendel.” She gave the slave a
push off the bed. “Now get out, I’m sure Chris has got something
for you to do for a while. I’ll see you in two hours or
so.”

With Rachel’s chuckles
following her, Claudia left the room, suddenly supremely conscious
of the red bite marks on her small breasts, and probably on her
thighs as well, the sticky wetness between her legs, and the flush
of color all over her body. In the cool hallway, her nipples
tightened and sprang back erect, and she moaned at the
sensation.

Wait until she was ‘done’
by Alexandra?

Oh, oh, dear. Claudia had
to stop and hug herself to keep from sinking to the floor. If she
was so shameless with a woman who was a servant in this household,
how could she behave with the Mistress? And Grendel?

She shivered suddenly and
ran to the shower room. There, she stood under hot water until the
shivering stopped, knowing full well that it wasn’t the temperature
in the hall that caused it. But she couldn’t think about... that
other thing. Not now, and maybe not at all. She went to find Chris,
praying that he had something intensive and mindlessly difficult
for her to do.

* * * *

“You did well, for a first
day,” Chris said, after Robert backed the car into the garage.
“Your driving is acceptable, your ability to concentrate on what
you’re doing is very good. But you must work on your ability to
respond to your passengers more naturally. And you have to learn
when it’s proper to apologize and when it’s proper to just keep
your mouth shut.”

“Yes, Chris, you’re right,”
Robert admitted. He felt very strange, sitting in a car, dressed in
normal clothes. The light wool blend scratched against his bruises
and cuts, and his nasty thing stayed at half mast throughout the
trip. Chris got out, and Robert followed him, passing the keys
back.

“And, you have to keep in
mind that a good driver has to see everything outside the car and
nothing inside of it. That might be the hardest thing for you,
actually. We’ll work on it another day. For now, I think Mr. Elliot
has something in mind for you.”

“What—?” Robert started to
ask. Then, he turned around to see Grendel, pushing Sharon ahead of
him, heading for the garage. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Chris make a slight, formal movement that almost looked like a bow.
Robert aped the movement, but instinctively preformed it
deeper.

Grendel beckoned the two of
them away from the garage, and they obediently met him halfway.
Sharon looked like a mess. Her body was covered with little bruises
and many red stripes, and although she wasn’t dirty, there was a
look of shabbiness about her.

“Robert, get those clothes
off immediately,” Grendel snapped. “You’ve been told that you
should no longer wear clothing on this property.”

“Uh...y-yes, yes sir,”
Robert stammered out, reaching for the tie. “B-but I was...
d-driving M-mistress...”

“You were, Robert! Were.
Now you’re back.” The owner’s voice was very harsh. There was
something wrong here, but Robert was not interested in finding out
what. He stripped off the tie and his fingers tore open the buttons
of the shirt.