EXTRACT FOR
Modern Servitude
(Miranda Birch)

Katie owned a farm way out in the country. Some of the land she leased out; some she kept for her own use. The big farmhouse stood in extensive grounds of its own. It was unlikely in the extreme that strangers would stumble across it. Which was just as well... 



Emma had first met her at a party -- a very special party held regularly by a very exclusive club for a very special sort of lady. Katie had just beaten off some very stiff competition and won the club's annual slave-drawn chariot race. Emma smiled at the memory. By the finish the backs of Katie's weeping slaves closely matched their owner's magnificent fiery red hair. She was awarded a trophy to add to her extensive collection -- most of them won at more orthodox racing events! 



When Katie's two visitors arrived, a slave was eagerly cleaning her motorcycle -- with his tongue. 



"It's virtually a full-time job for him," laughed his owner, who had come out to greet them, as she saw the open-mouthed looks of astonishment on the faces of her two visitors. "He looks vaguely familiar..." mused Emma. 



"That's probably because he's the younger brother of Eric, one of my chariot pulling slaves. You remember him, I'm sure?" 



Emma grinned as she nodded. How could she forget! 



"Apparently he spent ten months tracking down his brother," Katie continued. "He came bursting in here one day in an hysterical state, screaming he'd come to rescue Ben and threatening me with all manner of things." 



"The pig," interrupted Jessica. "What sort of things?" 



"He said he'd give me a state of my own medicine. See how I liked the feel of a whip across my back whilst I grovelled in the mud." 



Jessica gasped at the audacity. 



"I never did find out of course, but he certainly did. Now just look at him." 



Emma chuckled at the sight of the naked male slave as he licked and swallowed mud as though his life depended on it. He was filthy dirty, but even so it could be seen from the state of his back, buttocks and thighs that he was no stranger to whip and cane. 



The three women moved into the stone-floored kitchen. 



"I'm afraid my driveway is very muddy after all the recent rain," remarked Katie with a tut, "let's talk in here and I'll have your boots are attended to." 



They sat themselves down on comfortable old wooden chairs in the old-fashioned kitchen with its floor of stone flags. Katie picked up a silver whistle and gave it two short blasts. Almost instantly, two sweating slaves came rushing in, entirely naked except for tight penis restrainers. 



"Boot-licking, with enthusiasm, jump to it," she ordered brusquely. 



They dropped to the floor and began their distasteful task with feigned enthusiasm. Seemingly oblivious to their intense humiliation, their tongues slavered over the stranger's leather. Obsequiously they chewed on the mud as if they were grateful for it. 



"Of course they'll get muddy all over again on the way out. I'm sure these two bootlickers will be honoured to repeat the job for you in your car. Won't you my little slave-boys?" 



"Yes Miss," they chorused in unison. 



"Good, but since you obviously enjoy the job so much I'd better give you each a half dozen with the cane to compensate. We can't have you getting too much pleasure, it might make you lazy." 



Emma glanced at the rumps of the kneeling wretches. They were already well-stripped. Katie was not the kind of girl who spared the rod and spoiled the slave, that was for sure!