Jarrold and Sarish moved amongst the guests, chatting and socialising as the amount of naked flesh on view quickly increased. The male slaves were naked in any case but soon the females had been stripped of their dresses and were reduced to silk stockings and high-heeled shoes. The middle classes relished every opportunity they got to experience slave ownership and set about enjoying them to their hearts' content and Jarrold looked on, proud of the quality of his house.

There was a body of opinion which claimed that wine was improved when mixed with the bodily fluids of slaves and that opinion was enthusiastically being embraced. Jarrold saw several wives and girlfriends on their knees in front of the permanently priapic male slaves, sucking ardently on their cocks until they achieved ejaculation and then catching the emission in their wine glasses, mixing it with the wine to form a milky liquid that they then drank with every sign of pleasure. The female slaves were being required to masturbate with open bottles to imbue the necks with their cunt sap. Others were being fingered to the point where they were about to orgasm before the fingers were withdrawn and dipped into the wine. Some of the on-duty soldiers were identifying those slaves capable of squirting - or who had been altered to achieve that - and had them squatting over bowls and masturbating so that the juice could be shared around. Soon it was only the leather collars worn by the slaves that distinguished the free women from the slaves and the room seemed to be filled with quivering buttocks and swinging breasts. There were a lot of raised and spread female legs as well with naked male buttocks pumping between them.

It was all progressing well and not wanting the presence of the bosses to inhibit anything, Jarrold and Sarish withdrew. As they picked their way through the tangled and writhing bodies, Jarrold spotted the dark haired girl who had served him wine at the start of the night. She was sprawled on the floor and he really only noted the mass of jet black hair. Her face was obscured by the bottom of a large woman who was face sitting her while she sucked at the cock of a slaveboy who was standing straddling the girl. He was attached by his scrotum to a drinks trolley whose contents were being plundered by eager guests. As Jarrold watched, the large woman slipped the thick cock shaft from her lips just as it began to spurt and deftly held it down so that it spurted into a glass. She let it drain fully then licked it fondly, before scrambling to her feet and beginning to share out the spoils amongst her friends' drinks. The dark haired slavegirl was left gasping for breath and dishevelled on the floor.

Jarrold cocked an eyebrow at his wife.

"Why not?" she said. "She's as comely a piece as any other, though I can't for the life of me remember where we got her from."

He helped the girl up and she blushed and tried to rearrange her open and tattered dress. Jarrold told her to discard it and instead he took a leash from a rack on the wall and clipped it to the ring in her collar and led her away, naked apart from stockings and heels.

Once back in their bedchamber they hooded her, leaving only her mouth free, hog tied her and suspended her, face down over the bed, using the winch. Jarrold selected clamps from the slave cupboard and after having caressed her nipples into full erection, put them on her, then attached weights to their chains. She moaned and heaved in her bonds as the nipples were first pinched cruelly tight and then stretched. Her body swung gently and the weights with them, her full breasts now pulled into tight cones beneath her. Sarish selected similar clamps and applied them to the labia, two on each lip and again hung weights off the chains attached to the clamps. The results were stronger. The girl cried out and wriggled desperately, making the weights collide and chime between her thighs while her owners decided what to do with her next over a relaxing drink.

The duke subscribed to the slave-fluid-improves-wine school of thought and drove his fingers into her between the stretched labia. Her head reared up as she felt his fingers enter her and she moaned helplessly as he flexed and twisted them inside her, making her squelch with juice until he felt he had enough and withdrew them to dip his fingers back into his wine and stir them, then he sipped appreciatively.

He went to stand beside his wife and told her about the state of things in the city. He had of course spoken to her on the wallscreens but had been carefully guarded in what he said. In the past no Emperor would have insulted his closest advisors by snooping on them, but Quinlan was proving not to be a run-of-the-mill Emperor.

When he had finished Sarish was silent and the only sound in the room was the slave moaning softly while her weights clonked and the chains jangled occasionally.

"You and Brenn must tread carefully but I can confirm that even out here in the country people are avoiding wearing the browband and opting for labouring jobs instead. You'll hear all about it from the managers no doubt."

"No doubt!" Jarrold said, draining his glass and rousing himself. "But for now we have a slave to enjoy!"

They lit candles and held them under the chains attached to the metal clamps at her nipples. Hooded and blind the girl could only scream in terror as she felt her nipples heated up and had no way of stopping it. Only when she was almost hysterical did they stop and move to the clamps on her labia. Heaving and panting she orgasmed in the midst of her terror and her fluid oozed out of her as they held the candles close to her tender sex flesh and waited for another orgasm to hit as the pain climbed without mercy. They got it amidst cries of anguish and sobs and a fuller tide spilled out of her so that Jarrold was able to lace another glass of wine.

Then they took her down, removed the clamps and weights and tied her to the foot of the bed with her arms raised and spread and her legs spread and tied as well. They beat her with a variety of crops and floggers, concentrating solely on the patterns of welts on her shapely body and rightly ignoring her moans and gasps of pain in amongst her orgasms.

The Treatment given to slaves altered their libidos to permit orgasms during sexual torture only because it made life pleasanter for the owners. It paid no regard to the slaves themselves. It was simply that unrelieved screams of pain soon became boring and repetitive.

When the slavegirl was laced with pink criss-crossing welts from neck to knees, Sarish knelt on the bed and beat her breasts with a wickedly stiff-tailed whip and the girl's screams stepped up a gear but were soon modulated by another forced orgasm. Jarrold looked on approvingly and stood behind the sweating girl, whose skin shone in the bedroom's soft lighting and massaged the soft cushions of buttock meat so prettily decorated by welts. He drove the fingers of one hand under her and up into her cunt, finding it swimming in juice even as she yelped while her breast flogging went on and on, Sarish in no mood to be gentle.

Eventually when they judged the girl to be on the point of fainting the beating stopped and they surveyed the wrecked form in front of them with deep satisfaction. Her head drooped forwards between her outstretched arms and her thick dark hair, where it escaped from under her hood, hung down over her tormented breasts. They took her down and with her hands clipped together behind her back she serviced Sarish with her mouth while Jarrold fucked her from behind. Afterwards they had her rim them both as they lay and basked in the afterglow. Her tongue carefully pleasured their anuses, the stud set in it causing a frisson of special pleasure now and then. When they decided to sleep Jarrold put her back in a hog tie and laid her across the foot of the bed. He nearly always needed a blow job in the night.

Chapter Four

They took breakfast on a balcony overlooking the fields that led down to the river Awn which ran through most of the duke's lands in this part of Gelderis. Below them the household soldiers - some of them looking rather jaded - were preparing a carriage to take him on his round of visits to his various businesses. Two motorbikes stood ready to go ahead and check that all was safe. They were petrol powered. Oil and fossil fuels were rare and only nobles and the state itself could afford such vehicles. The commoners used either electric cars, the heavy metals used in batteries being quite common. or the linear induction trains which could reach speeds in the hundreds of miles an hour, making air travel, which was hugely expensive, an irrelevance.

As a noble, the duke would take his time and display his wealth so his carriage was pulled by human ponies. There were four ponygirls being harnessed up as he breakfasted. Asban and Gard and their families had already departed for their own estates and the commoners who had been given rooms had also gone early so the duke and duchess had their palace to themselves once more. Beside Sarish stood a tall woman in a tight corset, stockings and extremely high heels, in which she could barely totter around. Her arms were bound securely behind her back and, as she stood with her legs apart, the heavy rings set in her labia were clearly visible. She was mature and handsome with long, smooth skinned legs and like all slaves she had been cleansed of any body hair. Her most striking feature however was her breasts, which were huge. The corset finished just under them and helped to push them into even greater prominence than the hormonal treatment had given them. They bulged out to the sides as well so that even from behind her they could be seen. The areolas and nipples were covered by golden discs which were kept in place by gold pins piercing the nipples. She wore a high collar to keep her head up and her leash was held by a male slave handler. A small silver plate at the front of the collar proclaimed her name to be Juno.

At a gesture from Sarish the handler removed the gold discs and began palpating the left breast to begin with, the soft flesh billowing out around his hands as he squeezed it hard, while the slave herself gave a soft sigh of relief as her milk began to squirt from the nipple and into a glass held up by Sarish. When there was a fair amount of liquid in it she tasted it, rolling it around her palate and savouring it before nodding and holding the glass up again. Both the duke and duchess enjoyed slave milk and kept a dairy herd in the city as well as in the country. The milk also formed a significant part of the ponyslaves' diet.

They took three small glasses each from the slave before sending her away. The duke eyed her wealth of buttockmeat trembling and shaking as she walked with short paces, carefully, on the end of her leash. He thought he might indulge himself later. The sheer size and sensitivity of a dairyslave's breasts often made them fun to whip and play with, but with Juno there was a special pleasure.

There had been some unrest at a factory on his estates a few years previously and it had been traced back to a man who was preaching dangerously seditious messages of republicanism. He and a small group of adherents had been rounded up and he was now manning an oar on one of the duke's galleys on the coast. He would be chained there for at least another ten years, if he survived. His wife had been Treated and become Juno. The unrest had been an anxious time and now the duke took special pleasure in fucking and abusing her. She would know perfectly well who she had been and what had been done to her but what she could possibly do about it had been expunged from her brain and in its place was helpless pleasure in whatever he wanted to do to her. He knew that Sarish also took special pleasure in playing with her and she would undoubtedly have had her thrashed several times while he had been away.

"Come along, dear," his wife broke into his thoughts. "We ought to do the grand tour!"

It began with the promised inspection of the slave quarters. They started with the milking parlour. It was a clean and echoing room with raised stalls down each wall. One side was milking male slaves and the other was for the females. The males were kneeling with their thighs spread and their arms bound behind their backs. A heavy rubber sheath was clamped over each erect cock and was visibly pulsing as it massaged the cock towards ejaculation. A rubber hose led from its top to a small bottle beside each stall. As they made their way along, every now and then there would be spurts of semen into the bottles and the male, having groaned his way through the sheath-induced orgasm, would be uncoupled and led away, to be replaced by another. The sheath was wiped off carefully and clamped down on that slave and switched on. The duke watched carefully and all seemed as it should. Cleanliness was being observed and the whole operation looked to be efficient.

"Yield's slightly down, My Lord," the lieutenant in charge of his household guard told him as they watched the handlers go about their business. "After last night it's inevitable I'm afraid."

"I'm quite sure my daughter played her part in that!" he said and the lieutenant blushed and smiled.

"I believe she did, My Lord," he said and the duke smiled as well. Rowenna had obviously not just headed for the slaves.

They turned their attention to the female dairy herd and here the teats were being milked by a similar process. The handlers palpated the massive breasts quite roughly to get them ready and then snapped suction cups onto the nipples, drawing them into red, swollen prominence as they squirted their fluid into hoses that drained into jars. As with the males the yield was being carefully monitored by the handlers. Jarrold always enjoyed watching the dairy herd being milked, the women's eyes seemed so faraway and calm as their bodies were shamelessly manipulated. It was a little-understood side effect of the dairy Treatment that imbued the slaves with a sort of bovine indifference about what was done to them. it added to their attraction as playthings though because they were so quiet under almost any use, only making soft mews or groans when they orgasmed. The only exceptions being when their masters or mistresses maltreated their breasts or their milking was overdue.

They passed from there into the kitchens where the milk and sperm would be mixed with vegetable mash and minced meat for feeding to the ponyslaves. It was a highly nutritious diet and the stables were their next port of call, where breakfast had already been served. Again the sexes were kept on separate sides of the same building. Each slave was kept in his or her own stall, hands permanently bound behind backs. Like the domestic male slaves the ponyboys were also permanently erect. Owners sometimes had their cocks bound in colourful straps when they were taken out. Some had them pierced so that small bells could be hung from them.

The duke had had several of his pierced at Sarish's request because she loved nothing more than bowling along behind a well-toned pair of boys with their cocks jingling merrily as they ran.

They had been milked and were being cleaned up from having been fed at their troughs before being taken out to work. They would work treadmills at the mill on the home farm, which kept them toned and fit. Twice a week they would be allowed to mate to keep them docile. The mares would be bent over and tied in position at the doors of their stalls and the stallions would be led across from their stalls and their cocks guided into the waiting cunts. The loss of sperm was worth it for the quiet running of the stables. Male and female handlers were grooming and rubbing down the slaves before escorting them out and forming them up into coffles that would be led down to the mill. Of course it was an inefficient way to grind corn but as with so many things, it displayed a noble's wealth and his ability to scorn the everyday necessities and urgencies of life.

Having satisfied himself that all was well in the stables, he proceeded to the domestic slaves' quarters.