CHAPTER ONE
With its lamps blazing the great black carriage, drawn by a team of six snorting
horses, clattered and swayed along the winding moonlit roads away from the market town of
Ramswold. Bound to its roof baggage rack, which was set before the footman’s seat mounted
high on the back of the carriage, were four naked young women.
Two of the girls were chained up within small cages, hunched down and doubled over
on their knees, their virtue protected by locked banded-metal bridle masks and chastity
belts. The other two girls, strapped down to the baggage frame between the cages, were
simply hogtied with their wrists tied to the sides of their crossed ankles, their legs
doubled over so their heels pressed into their bare buttocks. Gags plugged their mouths
but their deep-cleft pubic pouches and anal pits were entirely open and unprotected.
Their heads faced forward which meant their bent and splayed legs faced, invitingly,
towards the grinning footmen who rode so close behind them.
With a shiver April Harper twisted her head round to look into the wide, helpless
eyes of Niki King bound beside her, the wash of air across the coach roof mingling her
straighter dark hair with Niki’s longer wavy golden tresses. April forced her
gag-stretched mouth into a reassuring smile that Niki returned. Her elbow and knee
pressed against Niki’s. It was the most intimacy they were permitted for now. Once they
had just been good friends and now they were lovers — when they were permitted to be so by
their owners.
Less than an hour ago April and Niki had been the property of Theo Muggs,
proprietor of the Spreadeagle Tavern in Ramswold. Now they belonged to Lord Debawsher of
Hardrack Hall.
The footmen exchanged some words between themselves that were lost in the clatter
and rush of the coach. Then April felt hands slide up the inside of her thighs and stroke
her sex. Stiff fingers probed her slot and the pucker of her anus, finding it freshly
douched and greased and ready to serve. Though she now belonged to his employer the man
evidently felt confident enough to make use of her. There was nothing else to stop him
taking advantage of her helpless state, her wishes least of all. In fact April was going
to helplessly cooperate with his use of her by getting hot and wet at his touch… as she
was already doing. Not so long ago such a response would have appalled her but now it had
become almost an autonomous reflex, trigged by indoctrination, shame, loin-fluttering
anticipation of the inevitable and the strange dark thrill known only to the enslaved.
April was aware that the other footman was examining Niki’s groin in the same way.
April felt her man leaning closer, the smooth fabric of his livery trousers rustling
against her inner thighs. His hands clasped her hips while the tip of his bared cock
found her anus, opened it up and forced its way into the sheath of her hot tight rectum,
the jolt and sway of the carriage causing it to move back and forth like a piston inside
her.
April groaned. The cock of an utter stranger was now inside her bottom. She was
being sodomized, arse-fucked: buggered! Beside her Niki grunted as her fresh tight anus
was also penetrated. As a twenty-first century woman April should have been sickened and
outraged at this violation. Instead her anal ring clenched about the cock now jerking
happily away in her entrails. Her nipples, hard as India rubber, pressed into the canvas
sheet over which she was bound as the force of each thrust rolled her breasts across the
rough fabric, while her pussy adorned it with a wet stain.
The girls in the cages flanking them had turned their strap-bound heads to watch
April and Niki being screwed, their eyes wide and unblinking. There was a helpless
fascination in seeing a naked bound woman being used, as April well knew, only bettered by
watching one being punished. Of course it was of no consequence what they witnessed.
April, Niki and the caged girls were all bondmaids and nobody cared what they felt.
Nobody need ever know what the men did to Niki and herself up here this night. Even if
the men boasted of it to others they might be envious but they would not think it was
wrong in any way. This was perfectly natural in the land of Nethervale.
The man took his pleasure unhurriedly but he was still too quick for April. She
felt his seed spout hotly inside her and clamped the muscles of her rear passage about his
cock to milk the last of it, clinging to the shameful pleasure of having a living shaft
inside her. He had stirred the need in her loins and then left her unfulfilled.
He pulled his flaccid member out of her bottom hole trailing sperm, wiped his
cock-head clean on her thighs and then resumed his seat. She had served her purpose in
giving him pleasure. Her feelings counted for nothing.
A minute later the footman using Niki gave a grunt as he came inside her. He
pulled out, trailing a string of sperm from her arse that shone in the moonlight. The two
men laughed as he wiped it away and sat back with his companion.
As the coach rattled on through the night April twisted round and craned her neck
towards Niki. Niki did the same. Their heads rested against each other; silently
comforting, wishing they could touch properly. April was not trying to console Niki over
her usage. Such things had become commonplace to both of them now and unless unusually
violent they were notable more for the frustration they induced than shame. She was
showing Niki that she shared her despair at being carried away from Ramswold and their
only way back home. While that avenue had been close by they could hope that chance might
grant them the hour of freedom they needed to escape from the slavery of Nethervale. Now
they were being carried off into the unknown as the property of a new master and all they
had was each other.
Yet despite her fears and her uncomfortable position, as the journey wore on April
dozed. She had already endured a long day and Bondmaids soon learned to take what rest
they could in almost any circumstances. She was only roused when the coach slowed down
and turned in through the high archway of a gatehouse. How far had they travelled, April
wondered sleepily? By the imperial measure still used in Nethervale they might be twenty
or thirty miles from Ramswold by now.
They bowled down the long ribbon of a drive lit by lanterns mounted on low posts.
The eerie moonlit ranks of many trees stretched away on either side giving the impression
of sprawling park-like grounds. Ahead was the mass of a great country house flanked by
two lower wings, picked out here and there by lighted windows. Even at night it looked
impressive. If this was Hardrack Hall then Lord Debawsher must be seriously wealthy. But
then he had casually paid five pounds for the pair of them, which April guessed was forty
or fifty times the typical Nethervale labouring man’s weekly wage.
They clattered through another gateway into a broad open courtyard with the great
portico of the main entrance looming up before them. But instead of halting before its
sweep of steps the coach turned and passed through the arched entrance to the smaller
enclosed courtyard of one of the right hand wing.
By the light of hanging lanterns April saw half the courtyard was lined with the
double gates of horse stalls. Evidently this was the stable block. The coach drew up by
a lighted doorway where a man was standing. In the lamplight April saw he was large and
bearded, dressed in a leather waistcoat, britches and knee boots. From his belt hung a
crop and a large bunch of keys. Behind him were a couple of husky young lads in
shirtsleeves, britches and stockings.
The big man stepped up to the carriage, a window was pulled down and April heard
Debawsher’s voice.
‘Good evening, Rankin.’
‘Good evening, My Lord,’ the bearded man replied. ‘You have them, I see.’
‘Yes, and a pretty price they were to, but worth it, I think. Best get them out of
sight before my daughter sees them. Here are their details…. Oh, and on the way back I
chanced on a couple of second-hand outsider maids that showed promise as a pair. I’ll see
them rack-tested tomorrow.’
‘As you wish, My Lord. Luke, Dudley… get them unloaded…’
The caged girls, April and Niki were unstrapped from the baggage rack and handed
carefully down. The coach then turned about and drove back out of the yard.
The girls were carried inside to a large lobby lined with rows of pegs from which
hung an array of chains, cuff and leashes. April noticed several sets of brass slots or
rails were recessed into the worn flagstones of the floor. They ran close to the walls of
the lobby, curved round and disappeared under the doors leading off from it. Lying across
some of the rails were piles of coiled chain.
Dudley, who was large, red-haired and freckled, unstrapped April and Niki’s legs,
pulled them to their feet and clipped leashes to their collars. April saw he had a cane
capped with a broad flap of rubber, looking rather like a flyswatter, hooked to his belt.
Rankin and Luke, who was taller with curling blonde hair and a spotty face, unlocked the
cages and pulled out Debawsher’s expensive purchases.
They looked to be no more than eighteen and were very pretty. Both had neat
figures with wasp waists, pneumatic breasts with pink nipples and straight dark hair.
Luke and Dudley looked at them with frank approval. Leaving their chastity belts on
Rankin removed their bridle gags to examine their faces. April saw them properly for the
first time. Both had exactly the same wide brown slightly fearful eyes, boldly drawn
eyebrows and full upper lips. They were identical twins. No wonder they had been
expensive.
When the four girls had all regained enough feeling in their legs to walk, Luke
and Dudley led them after Rankin through to what April took to be his office. It
contained a large well-worn desk edged on three sides with tubular brass railing capped by
scrolled brass knobs, a tall stack of shelves full of neatly labels files and ledgers, a
rack of numbered silver bondmaid collars decorated with crests and curlicues, an
examination table, a small workbench with vice, hammer and cutting tools, a set of
stand-on counterbalance scales and a wall mounted height rule in one corner. The walls
were decorated with the type of hand-coloured engravings common in Nethervale: idealized
countryside scenes where naked bondmaids were shown hard at work on a farm or taking the
place of horses between the shafts of a cart. There were a few with a more sporting
theme. One of them showed bondmaids with fox tails being hunted down and another, maids
bound hand and foot and slung from poles like the trophies of a big game hunt. Were they
for real? April exchanged an uneasy glance with Niki.
Dudley pushed April and Niki down onto their knees in a corner and held their
leashes while Rankin and Luke dealt with the twins.
‘Right, let’s get you sized up,’ Rankin said, looking the twins over critically.
‘Luke, you take their measurements in the stock book while I call them out.’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin,’ he said, talking up a pencil and a ledger-like book from the
desk.
Unlocking their collars and removing their chastity belts, Rankin weighed and
measured the girls, both their height with the fixed scale and classic statistics, plus
thigh and calf circumferences with a tape. Luke carefully noted the figures as he called
them out. Then Rankin stood the twins side by side on a piece of rush matting in the
middle of the room.
April had to admit they looked painfully desirable, with tight wedges of dark pubic
hair over pouting labia. From their blushes, shy eyes and slight tremble as they
displayed themselves she guessed they had not been bondmaids very long. The scar tattoos
on the upper slopes of their right buttocks, marking them officially as bondmaids, looked
fresher than those she and Niki bore. The twins were marked with the overlapped letters:
“NC”, while she and Niki had an encircled “RW” for Ramswold. At least they had been
neatly done. They might even still feel tender but that would soon pass and the twins
would get used to them… April suddenly realised she had been staring unashamedly at the
girls bottoms and assessing them as if brands were perfectly normal things to bear. How
could she think like that? She and Niki had only been bondmaids for six weeks… it just
seemed so much longer.
Rankin examined the twins with the eyes and hands of an expert, cupping, pinching,
palpitating and stroking. He gauged every curve and swell of muscle and each was given a
value and duly recorded. April sensed he was assessing both their physical strength and
aesthetic appeal as female animals. April glanced again at the pictures on the wall,
wondering what would be expected of them at Hardrack Hall.
Then Rankin proceeded to strap the girls down on the examination table, spreading
their legs wide with its hinged footrests and cuffed stirrups. April gulped. They looked
so tender and eminently fuckable opened out like that. A part of her still raged silently
at such degradation while another part understood the pleasure having such lovely flesh at
one’s command could give.
Rankin carefully peeled wide the twins’ tight vulvas, exposing the tiny dark round
mouths of their vaginas, and probed their depths with a slim graduated rod. The girls
gasped and twitched as he did so and their pussies trembled. It did not go in far. He
used a fatter probe on the clenched puckers of their anuses, testing their resistance,
dilation and depth. The results of this most intimate probing were again noted down.
Rankin nodded with satisfaction and April realised the significance of his findings and
the need for chastity belts even while they were in cages. The twins were virgins!
Yet nervous as they were and virgin as they were, they still responded to his
touch. Their pouting sex lips glistened with arousal. April could smell it in the air
and so could Rankin. He dabbed his fingers in their sticky clefts and brought it to his
nose and smiled. Why did bondmaids… why did she and Niki… all react that way, April
wondered in weary despair?
The examination concluded, Rankin freed the girls from the table, replaced their
chastity belts and locked new Hardrack Hall collars about their necks. Cuffing their
hands and fastening their leashes he handed the ends to Luke who stood the girls in front
of the desk. Taking his seat Rankin checked the details recorded in the stock book then
consulted the paper Debawsher had given him. Then he spoke to the twins directly for the
first time.
‘Your names are Mary and Marigold, correct?’
‘Yes, Master,’ they said together meekly.
‘I’m not your master, girls. You belong to His Lordship. I’m bondmaster Rankin.
When it’s proper to do so you will call me “Mister Rankin”. You will address your groom
as “Sir”. At all other times you will remain silent, is that clear?’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin.’
‘You are now Mary 043 and Marigold 152, bondmaids of Hardrack Hall and the property
of Lord Debawsher. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin.’
‘You’ve been bought as a present for Lady Eloise, Lord Debawsher’s daughter.
You’ll be presented to her at her birthday party next month. I’m to train you up so
you’ll be perfect on the day. You won’t disappoint me, will you?’
‘No, Mister Rankin.’
‘We’ve got a special kennel room put aside for you apart from the other girls and a
closed yard to work in. Training starts tomorrow. Meanwhile…’ He unhooked the strap from
his belt, slapped it across his palm a few times and smiled as the twins’ eyes widened in
alarm. ‘With new maids I usually give them a beating to welcome them to Hardrack and show
I won’t stand any nonsense while they’re in my charge,’ Rankin continued. ‘But I also
want to keep those pretty rumps of yours unmarked for Lady Eloise. As your mistress she
should give you your first proper lashing. But there are other ways to teach you your
place that hardly leave a mark on the outside.’ He put the strap down. ‘Bring them
closer, Luke…’
Rankin pushed at the knobs capping the ends of the brass rails on either side of
the desk. The other ends of the rails with their ornate knob caps slid forward out from
the desk front. Now April saw the scrollwork concealed a pair of open brass clamps set on
either side of each knob. Luke positioned Mary and Marigold so that the bulbous balls on
the rod ends nuzzled into their vulvas. They gasped as the cold metal pushed their labia
apart, making their lovemouths gape wide. Rankin twisted a ring set between the rail
shaft and the knob head and the two sets of clamps closed about the girls’ inner labia,
making them whimper as they bit into their soft pink flesh. Then he began to twist the
knob caps. The sets of clamps on either side of each knob began to rotate, each turning
inward against the other, cruelly stretching and twisting the plaint petals of flesh
trapped between their jaws.
The girls whimpered and moaned and began to cry, tears dripping down their cheeks
and splashing onto their pert trembling breasts. They writhed about the rods to which
they were so intimately attached, their knees turning inward and then out in a frantic
dance to try to ease the pain of their tormented genitals. But of course there was no
escape and their efforts only made the pain worse.
Rankin ceased turning the knobs when their labia were almost twisted back on
themselves and April feared they would tear and yet she could not look away at the young
girls’ torment. Despite, or perhaps because of the pain, their pink gashes glistened even
more wetly. Rankin watched the twins in silence until they had ceased their struggles and
stood trembling, moist-eyed, red faced and chastened before him.
‘Tomorrow they’ll only be a little bruising on your cunny lips to show for this,’
he said. ‘In fact the tenderness will make you more lively but it won’t spoil the outward
look of you at all. In a few days it’ll have faded. If you don’t work at your training
and remember everything I teach you I’ll bring you in here for another session, do you
understand?’
They nodded their heads desperately. ‘Yes, Mister Rankin,’ they sobbed.
‘You’re girl-animals here to be trained to obey your mistress-to-be and give her
any service or pleasure she wishes, nothing else. As her personal bondmaids you’ll be on
show before the finest people in the county. If you fail to perform perfectly in any way
you’ll annoy Lady Eloise and disgrace me. She doesn’t hold her hand in punishing girls
for any slackness, and if I get my hands on what’s left of you you’ll wish you’d never
been born! So will you be good?’
The girls shook their heads fearfully. ‘We will, Mister Rankin,’ they gasped.
Ranking twisted the control knobs back and slackened the ring, opening the clamps.
The girls slid off the brass balls and clamps, now wet with their juices.
Their distended sex lips showed purple tooth marks where the metal jaws had bitten
into them.
Rankin turned to Luke, who had gathered up the twin’s leashes once more. ‘You’ll
be their groom and responsible for keeping them virgin. Put the belts on them at all
times outside their room. I’ll work out a feeding plan after I see them exercise
tomorrow. Above all Lady Eloise must know nothing about them, got all that?’
Luke visibly swelled with pride. ‘Yes, Mister Rankin, I’ll take really good care
of them, Mister Rankin, you’ll see…’
He led the twins out.
Dudley then brought April and Niki forward and ungagged them. Rankin looked them
over with a more jaundiced eye than he had spared on the twins. For a moment he frowned,
giving Niki a more penetrating second look, and then shrugged. ‘”April” and “Niki”,’ he
muttered, reading the nametags that still hung from their collars, ‘a pair of second-hand
outsider girls. And where did His Lordship find you?’
‘We were serving in the Spreadeagle Tavern in Ramswold, Mister Rankin,’ April
volunteered meekly.
Rankin sighed and shook his head. ‘Tavern girls in Hardrack Hall! His Lordship
will have these little fancies. Still, I suppose you look presentable enough. Are you a
good passionate pair?’
April fought down a blush. ‘Lord Debawsher seemed to think so, Mister Rankin.
After we performed for him he paid five pounds for us.’
Rankin raised an incredulous brow. ‘Five pounds for a pair of tavern sluts? And
how long were you at the Spreadeagle?’
‘Only a few weeks, Mister Rankin,’ April said.
‘Hmm… and you’re outsiders. How long in Nethervale?’
‘A little over six weeks, Mister Rankin. We were in our leash year.’
‘Where else did you serve?’
‘On a farm and in a church, Mister Rankin.’
‘Any proper pleasure training?’
‘Only instruction on how to please guests from Mister Muggs at the Spreadeagle,
Mister Rankin.’
This seemed to encourage Rankin. ‘Well, maybe we can make something of you after
all. You’ll be properly tested tomorrow. Meanwhile let’s get those collars off you …’
He bent them over the workbench, clamped their collars in the vice and struck off
the collar locks. Why hadn’t Debawsher waited long enough for Muggs to unlock them after
he had bought them, April wondered? Maybe he was too rich to need to care about such
trivialities. But it was still a waste of two perfectly good collars… She caught her own
train of thought and tried to stifle it. She was worrying about junking her old slave
collar! How could she be thinking green and worry about landfill now? She shivered. Was
she getting so used to being a slave that her mind could wander like that? It was none of
her business. Looking out for any chance of getting back to Ramswold was all that
mattered. Anyway, perhaps their collars would be melted down and reused… Oh shut up, she
told herself firmly!
They stood before Rankin bare-necked. April felt light-headed and absurdly naked
without a collar of any kind.
With Dudley taking down their figures as Rankin called them out they were weighed
and measured in the same manner as the twins. Then he put on their new Hardrack Hall
collars. They were fresh and shiny and slightly lighter than their Spreadeagle collars.
April found herself admiring the design as Rankin locked Niki’s about her neck. They were
so highly ornamented and engraved they were almost like items of jewellery.
Rankin stood them side by side on the mat. April shivered under the force of his
overwhelming confidence and assurance as he handled her. For the first time she was in
the presence of a professional master of bondmaids. How many hundreds of other girls had
he done this to? She felt he was reading all her secrets.
In turn Rankin strapped them to the examination table, spread them wide and probed
the elasticity, tightness and depth of their vaginas and rectums. Unlike the virginal
orifices of the twins his thickest probes slide in them up to their limits. The probing
led to the inevitable slippery discharge from their sexes that also seemed to satisfy him.
‘These are naturals,’ he commented to Dudley.
The words caused April’s stomach to clench. It was a fear that had been growing
upon her over the last few the weeks. Were they really natural slaves? No, please no…
When the examination was completed they were stood once more before his desk with
Dudley holding their leashes. April eyed with trepidation the deceptively innocent
looking clamp knobs that had been withdrawn into the desk fame.
‘You are now April 142 and Niki 183, bondmaids of Hardrack Hall and the property of
Lord Debawsher,’ Rankin said. ‘You should know by now what is expected of bondmaids. Do
you understand?’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin,’ they said together.
Rankin pulled out his strap and slapped it across his palm. ‘Just to make sure you
remember…’
He has absolute power over us, April thought, and he’s going to do it anyway. I
think a beating is better than having my pubes twisted off. Anyway it can’t hurt to show
willing and stay in his good side.
She turned round without being told, bent over and spread her legs to offer up her
backside. Niki quickly copied her. There was something deeply perverse about presenting
yourself for punishment. Her vulva wetted afresh.
‘That was well done,’ Rankin said, coming round the desk and patting their
buttocks. ‘Maybe you’re worth five pounds after all...’
The strap hissed through the air and cracked against her flesh. April yipped in
pain as the impact rippled through her. Her pussy lips, pouting like a ripe fig between
her thighs, had also been searingly kissed by the strap, but she held her posture. A
second smack set Niki’s bottom shivering and forced a cry from her lips. Rankin laid half
a dozen across each quivering set of buttocks until they were an even scarlet. By then
April and Niki were both sobbing freely.
‘Stand and face me,’ Rankin said.
Stiffly they obeyed, blinking away the tears from their eyes. Their bottoms
throbbed as though they were on fire. Though they knew by now that the pain would soon
fade it had served its purpose. They were fired with a desperate desire as hot as their
bottoms to please their new master so he would not beat them again.
‘There’s one rule your old masters may not have enforced that we have here,’ Rankin
said. ‘His Lordship doesn’t like to hear his bondmaids speak. To him you’re just
girl-animals. You can make animal noises when the time’s right. You can whimper, whine,
mew, bark, meow, whinny, yelp and howl to the full. He likes that. But not a word of
speech in the presence of him, his family or guests, do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin,’ they sniffed.
‘To be safe you’ll wear these at all times except when you’re feeding or in your
kennels…’ From a drawer of his desk he pulled out a pair of objects moulded in pinkish
rubber. Each comprised a flattened tongue with a finely bobbled surface with stalks
extending from each side. Mounted across the ends of these stalks were rubber disks about
five centimetres across. Inset into the moulding below the tongue was a silver socket
head.
‘These are tongue curbs and jaw wedges. Open wide…’
He pushed the devices into their mouths. The tongue pieces were thin and hollow,
slipping over the ends of their own tongues, while the stalks of rubber went between their
teeth so the disks on their ends rested against the insides of their cheeks. From his
belt Rankin produced a hex key that he inserted into the socket now resting under their
tongues and twisted. April felt something tighten against the muscle of her tongue.
Instinctively she tried to pull it back but it was trapped within its sheath, its false
tip protruding slightly from between her parted lips, held open by her wedged jaw. She
looked at Niki. Her false tongue-tip pouted provocatively from between her red lips like
a panting eager animal.
Rankin slipped his fingers into their clefts and drove his thumbnails down onto
their clitoral buds. They screeched in pain. But the sounds that came out of their
mouths, distorted by wedged jaws and sheathed tongues, were now disturbingly animal-like.
Satisfied, Rankin unscrewed the tongue curbs and handed them to Dudley. ‘You have
a spare kennel on one of your rails?’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin,’
‘Then I’ll place them with you. Keep them together for now.’
‘Yes, Mister Rankin.’
Dudley led them out of the office, back into the lobby and through a new door.
They were at one end of a long and lofty room lit the hanging lamps all turned down
to a soft glow as it must have been gone midnight by then. Arranged in rows across the
middle of the room, some single and some back-to-back, were low brick-walled pens about
waist high. Barred grilles formed their ceilings and small iron gates their fronts. The
strange rails from the lobby also extended into the room, running along the aisles on each
side of the ranks of pens and branching between them.
Dudley led them along one of the aisles. Looking down the rows as they passed
April saw they contained five pens, each about the size of a single bed, formed into
inward facing blocks of ten. Within them she could just discern the heads of pairs of
sleeping bondmaids. The warm scent of their naked bodies permeated the air. April
counted rows. If each pen contained two girls the room could hold up to a hundred and
sixty bondmaids.
Dudley turned into a row near the end of the room and stopped outside an empty pen.
Its sliding door was raised leaving an aperture just large enough for a girl to pass
through on hands and knees. The floor of the pen was lined with a thin mattress with a
single blanket laid across it. Beside the door a metal cup was hooked to the bars and
into this Dudley put their tongue curbs. On the opposite side of the door was an upended
water bottle with its spout poking through the bars. A spur line from the rail running
along the font of the row turned in under the door. Coiled up at the end of this spur was
a pair of short chains like those in the lobby.
‘Kneel,’ he commanded softly, and they did so. ‘His lordship likes his cunnies to
move like animals as well as sound like ‘em,’ he explained as he unclipped their leashes
and locked the ends of the channel chains to the front rings of their collars. ‘So in
here you keep hunkered over like this.’ There was just enough slack in the chains to
allow them to rest on all fours but not to stand up. The other ends of the chain ended in
greased metal balls that ran freely along the channel but were too large to be pulled out
between its projecting flanges. While chained to it they would have to shuffle round like
dogs.
‘You’re my rail girls now,’ Dudley said. ‘That means I’m responsible for turning
you out neat and tidy each day to serve in the house or grounds. If you give any trouble
I’ve got the right to beat you as long as it don’t draw blood…’ he unhooked his paddle
cane, took hold of a fistful of their hair in turn and swiped it across their breasts,
making their globes bounce to accompany their yelps of pain, ‘… like that only worse, so
you’d better be good, right?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ they both said meekly.
‘Now get inside.’
He ran his rough fingers through their clefts as he patted them into the kennel,
dragging their tether chains with them. Inside the kennel they had to turn round as the
chains ran up against the edge of the mattress, which seemed to be stuffed with straw, so
that their heads faced outward.
The door clanged shut behind them and Dudley peered in through the bars. ‘You get
some sleep… you’re going to need it,’ he said, and walked away.
Niki hugged April and they kissed, their smarting breasts flattening against each
other. Then they sank down into the mattress, free at last to comfort each other. April
heard Niki stifle a sob and then say with desperate levity: ‘Well… here we go again…’
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