The center area held a whipping post, a trapeze and two types of crosses. This area would be for public punishments of selected slaves.
Alana was alone at the new home at the moment. Kelly had taken both of her slaves to the old house this morning. Patience was in residence on the island. And Grace had left two days earlier for a week of vacation at KC's estate in Connecticut. She was glad that the two mistresses enjoyed each other's company so much but was puzzled why Grace never brought KC to visit them. It was always Grace who did the traveling. She knew that her jaw was going to become very tired if she was going to keep the landscapers on schedule. She might even have to grant them greater liberties with her body to keep her jaw from locking up on her.
At the same moment that Alana was contemplating how to keep the landscapers productive, Grace was scrambling through the brush on KC's secluded estate. Limbs snapped at her tender naked flesh as she ran as quickly as she could. She wasn't really running toward anything because she did not know the area. But she knew what she was running away from. The constant yipping and barking of the dogs propelled her forward. She was terrified at the thought of what might happen if they caught up with her. She was on a New England fox hunt and she was the fox.
If she could just keep moving, she could avoid humiliation and gain freedom at the same time. KC had told her that, if she evaded capture, she would be released from her contract. But if she were tracked down by the dogs… it was too horrible to even think about.
Mud splattered on her calves as she ran along a creek trying to confuse the dogs. Her heavy breasts bounced uncontrollably with each step. And the sounds of the dogs drew nearer.
Grace knew that KC was riding along behind the dogs. She had been decked out in her finest equestrian garb before the hunt, as were the three riders with her. A neighboring couple and their daughter joined KC for a spirited ride through the countryside.
The dogs were not the normal selection for this type of event, if there really was anything normal about a full grown woman being hunted in New England. Usually, hounds were the order of the day. A normal fox would be chased by a pack of hounds until the fox escaped or the hounds trapped or killed it. The pack chasing Grace was made up of dogs larger than hounds. A German shepherd, two Labradors, a greyhound and a boxer were her enemies this day. And each knew her scent. KC had stood the naked Grace in the courtyard and used her finger to arouse the temporary slave. Then, she had led each dog, all of which were males, to the steaming sex for a sniff and an occasional lick. The whole scene had been humiliating for the former mistress but it was not nearly as humiliating as what would happen if the dogs caught up with her. This thought gave her the energy and determination to keep moving.
Grace emerged from the woods into a field. She knew that open ground would work against her but she couldn't go back into the woods. The dogs were coming after her through that forest. She darted out into the field, hoping to make it into the woods on the other side.
She was halfway across the field when she heard the dogs more clearly. She turned her head and saw the dogs loping across the pasture directly toward her, sending a chill down her spine. She quickened her pace but soon found herself surrounded by yipping dogs. She kicked out at one, hoping that it would send a message but another dog bowled into her from her blind side, sending her sprawling.
Again, she lashed out with a leg and tried to punch another dog with a hand. Both blows missed their targets but her efforts created an opportunity for one of the Labs. The black-coated dog closed his teeth around Grace's neck giving her a deep-throated, menacing growl. Grace froze on her hands and knees as she felt the teeth holding onto her. The dog was not trying to kill her. It was simply telling her that the chase was ended.
Grace stayed on her hands and knees for several minutes until she heard the clip clop of the riders approaching. "The fox loses again," chirped the daughter of the neighbors. "What happens now? Do we skin her?"
"Hush, Felicity!" scolded the mother. "We don't do that in this country."
"Your mother's right," agreed KC. "We let foxes live for future hunts. But the dogs should have a reward for such a noble hunt. Don't you agree, George?"
"Indeed I do," said the father.
Then KC clapped her hands. "On Jupiter!" The boxer immediately sprang into action and moved behind Grace, mounting her. Grace started to crawl away but the teeth and another deep-throated growl caused her to freeze in place. She felt her cheeks burning in shame as the dog moved his hips. She felt the unsheathed cock bouncing against her bottom and thighs until, with one successful thrust, the boxer buried his cock inside of her. The dog pumped frantically, holding his prey in place with its forearms, until it had spent itself inside of her. All four riders clapped in appreciation when the deed was done.
One at a time, each of the five dogs mounted the slave, pumping their long cocks into the thirty nine year old woman. After the third dog, Grace collapsed onto the ground, too exhausted and too humiliated to go on. The snap of the whip on her naked bottom, however, reminded her that she was expected to provide more entertainment so she struggled back to her hands and knees.
When the dogs were finished, Grace's hands were tied in front of her body and a rope was led to the saddle of the young girl. Grace was led back to the mansion like a prisoner or escaped slave, behind the horse of the neighbor's daughter.
Chapter 11: Teutonic Demands
Patience was having an easier time of it than Grace but had done every bit as much running as the older mistress. It was auction day and Patience was working the livery. She was paired with a beautiful Russian girl and the two of them hurried back and forth between the dock and the center of the compound where the auction was to take place, carrying visitors in their cart.
The Russian was a new arrival and spoke very little English, making communication between the two ponies difficult. Communication would have already been nearly impossible, however, because of the bits in their mouths that held their tongues clamped tightly between two metal bars. All that the girls could do was grunt and make other sounds. Patience hated this kind of bit. Nothing was more undignified than having your tongue clamped. The only bit that she hated more was the star bit in which a jagged metal star sat in the corners of the girl's mouth making her very compliant with each gentle tug of the reins.
Patience was depressed each time the two ponies arrived at the village green. A long cable had been run between two upright poles. Beneath the cable were the girls who were to be sold that day. Patience's heart went out to those poor slaves. Each had one hand high in the air, held there by a rope that connected to the cable. Each had a tight leather belt around her waist with her other hand attached to the back of the belt. This arrangement kept the girls in place and made them totally available for inspection.
Each girl had a number painted on her left upper arm. This was their lot number, allowing buyers to easily keep track of who they wanted to purchase. Each girl had a clipboard dangling from a clamped nipple and Patience watched as buyers unclipped the clamps and read the information, only to clamp the nipple again when they were finished. Patience was not sure what information was provided but she assumed that it included things like measurements, background information, skills and medical history.
She watched as the unfortunate slaves were inspected. Fingers were inserted front and back. Mouths were pried open so teeth could be examined. Flesh was pinched and slapped to test its firmness. Patience could not imagine a more dehumanizing experience and she was glad for the private sale that KC and Grace had worked out for her.