by Mark Andrews
That first day, we spent a lot of time down on the lawn, gloating - yes, I have to say we were all gloating over her new state. Do you blame me? I had never done her any harm but she had taken an unreasoned dislike to me and had used her money to bring spurious charges against me. And it wasn’t just me. She had also framed Joel, just so she could get his body and the way she treated the other slaves was dreadful, so now she was getting it all back - double!
Of course, Joel and I spent a lot of time planning our wedding. We didn’t want it to be a big affair and had decided to restrict it to family and close friends. We were going to have it at Ravenscroft, in the garden, and Madeleine and her three accomplices were going to be star performers at the event. I won’t detail it now, but just so you know we had thought of them as part of the day’s celebrations.
We did indeed make them toil at the inhuman labour on the rollers for the whole week and I have to say their bodies improved visibly in that seven days, especially Peter’s for the others were already reasonably athletic, particularly Madeleine. She was almost as fanatical about keeping in trim as Joel and I were.
And then on the following Saturday, we moved them to the kitchens and sculleries and set them to scrubbing the floors. You will remember that was my first and utterly useless task when she first brought me to the house? Well, now she was going to discover just how awful it was. Hard labour is hard, yes, but when it has no purpose at all, it is doubly so. The floors there were spotless. The kitchen slaves kept them that way but now the four new slaves were going to be spending the next week on their hands and knees, endlessly scrubbing the stone floors. Their hands and knees would be sore; their muscles aching even more than last week’s trial on the roller, especially their shoulder and arm muscles - and that’s what gave me my idea.
I rushed away to find Joel.
As I unfolded it to him, his beautiful brown and so soft eyes lit up with excitement. “You think we can do it before our wedding?” he said.
“I know we can. If we work them in the gym using our knowledge of gymnastics and then back it up with concentrated hard labour, I’m sure we will do it in the two months...”
What was it we were going to do to them? Turn them into real muscle-men and women, that’s what! The vision I had of Madeleine as a well-muscled Amazon made me chortle in glee and the other three could follow suit. I hated them all, but not with the passion she inspired in me.
And then, once we had achieved it, they would make a wonderful set of human ponies for the carriage I was now designing in my head. This would be no small gig but a proper four-in-hand and with its own driver. They would be naked but the driver would be properly dressed. Oh yes, this was divine retribution indeed.
Joel and I went straight off to a coach builder in Acacia Ridge and when we outlined what we wanted his eyes sparkled. “Now that would be a challenge. No-one in recent times has built such a carriage but I think I know exactly what you want. Leave it with me. I’ll send you sketches and quotes and because the project intrigues me, we will give it priority.”
We thanked him and returned home. Now we had a real project to get our teeth into and we set about designing gym programs for all four of them. These would be gruelling, and they would be exhausted at the end of them, but then we would put them to lighter, but still taxing work to add to the muscle-building and fining contained in the gym work.
I stress we weren’t going to turn them into muscle freaks. They were going to be far more muscular than they were now and the two females were not going to like it one little bit, but they would end up as strong as a horse (which was appropriate given their future roles) and able to gallop us around the city for hours on end, stark naked - even their feet would be unshod and to this end we would work them in a gravel bed to harden the soles and heels of their feet.
We started that very day. Madeleine had been a very keen gymnast herself and had converted the old orangery on the side of the house into a gymnasium. It had been perfect for her needs, the glass walls and roof reaching up to the ceiling of the upper floor and so it was high enough for the roman rings and the climbing ropes, not to mention the horizontal bar.
I won’t go into the detail of what they did. Suffice it to say, they had two hours in the morning and another two hours each evening, interspersed with work which would keep their muscles active but not under the massive strain of the roller or the gymnastics exercises.
The results began to show after ten days. Remember, their diet was scientifically designed to enhance muscle growth but had no nasties at all. They drank only plain water and their diet was virtually fat-free. Plenty of protein and unprocessed carbohydrates and all the proper vitamins and minerals but of course it was steamed and pureed and they had to eat it like dogs out of a bowl in the kitchen while the other slaves looked on, most gleeful at their former mistress’ downfall.
In the meantime, Bill Chambers came back to us with sketches, specifications, and quotes and from these we chose a fine-looking carriage perfectly capable of being pulled by four muscular slaves. It looked like a smaller version of the Nineteenth Century carriage used by Queen Victoria when she travelled around London and had plush, red-leather seats facing fore-and-aft but was light enough to allow the four to pull it satisfactorily. We ordered it that day and he told us it would be around eight weeks in the building.
We sent him a deposit there and then and he promised to begin the next day.
In the meantime, we oversaw their gym programs and remarked how well Peter was responding to his. The blubber seemed to be dripping off his fat belly and the muscles became very much more apparent. He had a way to go, but he was well on the path.
Madeleine’s shoulders and arms developed and became even more shapely and defined and the Thomas’s bodies which, while somewhat athletic, now started to develop into a very pleasing shape.
Joel and I took a deep interest in this project, spending most of our time that first week in supervising the four of them at their gym work while keeping our own bodies up to scratch as well. The difference was, they worked stark naked; we wore normal gym attire.
I haven’t said much about how the slaves lived in that house except for Chandra and Bjorn, and when I was with Joel as a pony. I will rectify that omission now. You will recall that Chandra and Bjorn and I slept in little more than a closet or box room, unlined and cold as charity in the winter and hot and stuffy in the hot season.
The other household slaves had similar accommodations. But they didn’t even have a mattress, thin and all as it was, to sleep on. They were locked into pillories set up at intervals on a raised wooden platform in the attic. The duty slave had to go along the row and lock down each pillory in turn then take his or her place among the slaves at which Hobbs locked his then checked the rest of them. If one was too loose, the slave was punished the next morning.
The pillories secured their necks and wrists and they were exactly a metre apart. And there they stayed for the six hours she allowed for sleep - from eleven p.m. until five in the morning. The rest of the day was spent at work. Even the two meals a day she allowed them took only five minutes each, for it too was a puree and eaten from doggy bowls off the floor and then they were returned to their labour, whatever it was. As they were depilated nude, the males had no need to shave and ablutions were carried out in a yard outside the laundry where they were hosed down under a high-pressure pump and fire-hose, the water icy-cold in winter and only rough laundry soap used. There were no towels. They hard to run around the yard at full tilt to dry off their bodies.
All this we changed on the first day of our tenure of that beautiful house. We brought them down from the attic and housed them, four to a room in double bunks with proper mattresses, sheets and bedding in the old servant’s quarters. During the day we decided they would work naked as this was the usual custom and we didn’t want to endanger their (or our) legal standing, bu
t in the evening, in the hour we allowed them for leisure after their dinner, they could put on shorts and a t-shirt. We also improved their diet, allowing them to eat properly at the servants’ table and with suitable implements. On Sundays they even had a roast meal and dessert.
We also had Hobbs go over their work details and cut them back to a much fairer level. They still had to keep the house and garden clean and neat but much of the toil which she had imposed was duplication and quite unnecessary.
They were of course, suitably grateful and it was a pleasure to see their smiles instead of the terror I had noted on every one of their faces when I had been a slave amongst them.
That leniency was not to be afforded Madeleine and her cohorts, though. They were accommodated in the attic and their collars were programmed to give them a searing shock if they uttered one word. Even a whisper was enough to set them off and so they had to lie there, on that hard wooden board, necks and wrists secure and otherwise stark naked. Not a shred of cover, just as she had imposed on her former slaves and on us, while she luxuriated on satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a feather doona.
Whereas the other slaves now worked from six to six with an hour off for lunch (which meal she had denied them), they worked under her old regime, from five in the morning to eleven at night and with only five minute breaks for morning and evening doggy-bowl feedings and another five for their daily ablutions in the laundry yard under the fire hose. The other slaves were permitted to shower in the old servants bathroom and to use hot water.
But you will remember I had threatened her with electrical torture as a punishment for her crime on that first day on the roller? Well we delivered that - and how!
During the week they were engaged in scrubbing the floors in the kitchens, pantries and sculleries, we introduced her to ritual pain. She hadn’t been at all backward in making me suffer (do you remember my initial caning?), now it was time for her to experience just how bad it was.
I had said ‘electrical punishment’ for it was something I had hated even more than the cane or whip, or even the collar, for it went on and on.
Madeleine had converted some of the rooms in the cellar into torture chambers for she really was a sadistic bitch and enjoyed the drama of a ritualistic torture as her so-called punishment for some offence, many of them (like my week on the roller for placing a hairpin on her dressing table) utterly spurious.
The room I had hated the most was the one she used for electrical punishment and in its centre were two wooden posts set from floor to ceiling in which her victim could be spreadeagled. In front of this was the electrical unit which, James told me, had been installed by an electrician friend of hers who was also into torture. Its works are a mystery to me but it has a number of dials, meters and switches over its sloping switchboard and from the two posts, wires hang on hooks. These have electrodes of various kinds soldered to their ends and their destinations are pretty obvious.
We dragged her down to his room and when she saw where we were heading, she pulled back. James merely smiled, slapped her face, hard, twice, and then dragged her along. She fought him, but for all his years, he was still very strong and while Joel was ready to come to his aid, it wasn’t necessary.
We soon had her spreadeagled with her arms up high and her feet pulled out wide. I snapped the twin alligator clips (from one wire) onto her nipples, letting the spring-loaded clips snap right into the sensitive nubs of coral-pink flesh while she screamed piteously - except I had no pity for her.
More went onto the inner lips of her vulva and another to her clitoris while Joel forced a large butt-plug through her anus and right into her rectum, leaving the anal sphincter to settle around the bared end of the wire.
We were then ready to proceed. James had experience in using this switchboard and we stood either side of him as he manipulated the dials which controlled the voltage, style and duration of the shocks, pointing out what was safe and what was not. We wanted to punish her, not kill her and so this was important.
The styles available were direct current, alternating current and a glissando effect that raised and lowered the voltage in waves which could vary from the minimum and maximum set, and anything in between.
I watched with interest as James set the various knobs and then selected the program which he said would be quite enough for her first session in this room. From this, I gathered there were a number he could choose from and he confirmed this. “Not only a number but when I set these dials and switches, they, together with the program itself, determine how much pain she will feel.”
I nodded and then Joel told him to begin.
He demurred. “I think it’s Anne’s place to press the Go button,” he said, pointing to the big red one in the centre of the console. I grinned and did so and immediately she reacted, her beautiful body now straining, every one of its superbly toned muscles in full tension (or so it looked like), her face turned into a grimace like that on a gargoyle, her eyes seemed to pop out on stalks and her mouth opened and her tongue poked out. She didn’t scream. It seemed her voice-box was paralysed, at least until the computer lowered the voltage or paused it entirely, at which she gave full vent to her agony.
I asked James how we could tell which part of her body was being shocked and he pointed to the various meters some of which were flickering. Each had a label under it marked ‘breasts’, ‘genitals’, ‘anus’ and various others for electrodes we hadn’t used this time. I could thus tell which part of her body was being shocked and read off the level of the voltage to each one. I have omitted to note that the return wire was attached to both her big toes so the shocks would travel from whichever other electrode was active through both her legs to her toes and the sight of her thigh muscles jerking and flexing was like an aphrodisiac to me (and to Joel, too, if his face was anything to go by).
But the computer changed both the destinations and the voltages (in line with what James had set) constantly and her body’s reactions then changed accordingly. This apparently meant that the torture could go on for much longer than if only one place was being shocked.
Of course she pulled and strained at the manacles holding her aloft and when she could, she screamed in pain and shouted abuse to us at other times. We just grinned and told her to keep it up as it was adding to the time she would suffer the punishment.
Make no mistake about it. This was a punishment for her crimes against us and those of the other slaves she chose to torture gratuitously. I well understand that slaves have to be kept in line. It goes with the institution of slavery; but discipline is one thing - what she did as a matter of course - and for her own pleasure, was quite another. And now she was getting a taste of her own medicine!
The program shut down after sixty-five minutes and then she just slumped in her bonds. We weren’t having any of that, though. When we got her down, James slung her over his shoulder and we went up and out to the slave ablution yard where he threw her to the concrete floor, fetched the fire hose and battered her body until she stirred and climbed to her feet.
We then ordered her back to her toil on her hands and knees, warning her that we didn’t see her working as hard as she was able, we might well return her to the cellar for another electrical punishment session.
I’ve never seen her move so fast, grabbing the brush, dipping it in the bucket and joining the two Thomas’ and Peter at their so useless toil.
I said that we were going to put Madeleine and the others on show at our wedding, but that idea had come about before we decided to turn them into muscle ponies. Originally we were going to have them act as waiters and waitresses to our guests as we sat down to our wedding breakfast. Now however, with them rapidly becoming real muscle men and women (but remember, not as the grossly built body-builders) we changed our minds.
Part of their training now included pulling an old cart we acquired and loaded with stones and whose
twin poles we adapted to suit the four slaves. I had wished to use the anal and vaginal plug or genital cuff to replace the vaginal plug in the case of males method of harnessing them, however medical advice was that this was only suitable for the lightest of gigs and would certainly not be safe with the carriage we were having built. We therefore decided on light yokes which would sit over their shoulders and be fastened around their necks and with grips for the hands out on either side.
There was another advantage in not using the anal/vaginal/cuff method, too. As you know, we had fitted the four of them with the same silicon doggy tails whose bases were inserted deep into their rectums and which poked up between the tops of their buttocks crack and waved around madly. She had delighted in my shame at being made to wear this thing most of the time and we decided they would be an excellent addition to their bodies as well. And by using the yoke, they could keep the tails wagging from out of their bottoms as they trotted and galloped us around the streets of Brisbane.
These were made to be attached to crosspieces we built athwart the two poles (between which the original equine horse had been harnessed). Bill Chambers had advised us this would be the most efficient method for his carriage and so it seemed appropriate to use it for the training cart as well.
We had made the cart about the same weight as the carriage would be and Joel and I spent hours on its seat, driving the four of them round and round the yard in front of the garage complex, out to the entry road, thence under the magnificent porte cochere at the front of the house and down the long drive to the gate and back again. The drive sloped up to the house and we made them run at their fastest going up-hill but were careful to use the brake going down. The whole round trip took about ten minutes and we repeated it over and over again.
