Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 05:13:59 EDT
From: Derrick482@aol.com
Subject: Stately Servitude  (Part 2)

The first feeling after the cold night air was the hands that gripped his
shackled arms. Aden had fallen into a half sleep as the car had bounced and
swayed to its new destination. As he was hauled over the lip of the boot the
chain which connected his leg shackles caught on the boot latch causing the
two men to loose momentum and stumble doing everything in their power to
prevent their charge hitting the gravel driveway and being damaged.

A figure appeared behind them. Demanding to know what the commotion was
about. Damage my goods and you will be in need of new employment and be
assured I can arrange that! The two men managed to struggle to their feet
dragging their charge upright. The black clad and taped shackled package was
now supported between them head bowed trying to get his senses working, The
cold air finding every entrance through the black material of the boiler suit
to settle on the warmth of his body.

The man that had spoken instructed them to take their charge into the great
house.
They carried out the instruction with urgency passing the file to the
outreaching hand as they passed by. Inside the house they stood in a lighted
hallway and awaited the arrival of their employer. He entered head bowed,
reading and flicking through the pages and photographs in the folder. Handing
it to one of the men he instructed that it be destroyed. The past did not
matter!

Leading up from the hallway was a marble staircase large brass hand rails on
either side running from top to bottom supported only at the top and bottom.
Three steps up stood two more figures. They were handsome, slim figures, high
cheekbones gave definition to their dark hair, short at the sides with neat
partings down the centre of the longer hair on the top which in turn was
accentuated by the black eye lashes and eyebrows, no other facial hair
evident, dark green eyes reflecting the lights of the huge chandelier above
them.  knee length riding boots and beige riding breeches hugged at the
slender legs rising up to the slim boyish waists into which were tucked
oversized shirts, sleeves rolled up to the elbow the weight of the large
collars drawing open the 'V where the buttons were undone halfway down the
front revealing naked chests that were quite hairless.

The two boys were probably fifteen and sixteen. They stood on the step
looking on at their father, the two men and the newly arrived package. The
older boy tapping the riding crop in his right hand against the brown riding
boot. The younger one stood legs astride, arms folded.

The two men were instructed to remove the restraints from the black bundle by
their employer. They complied. removing the belt and arm shackles followed by
the 18 inch leg shackle chain.

Blindly the black package went into a rage unable to see or speak it leapt
into action, bouncing off of walls falling to the marble floor, getting up
again trying to rip the tape from its eyes and mouth only to find it
impossible.  The two boys leapt from the staircase to take control.

All Aden felt was the sharp pain as time and time again the sting of the
riding crop flailed at every available area of his body while the younger boy
grabbed at the clump of dark hair, holding on as it twisted and untwisted.
Aden felt the cold marble on his face as he was pressed to the floor. The
crop never ceased its rain of terror as he felt the cuffs of the restraining
belt being replaced and the belt buckle being pulled ever tighter around his
waist. The crop was not particular about its target as it crashed down
catching the left cheek of his face leaving a red welt. He finally submitted
when the weight of the two men finally pinned him down and the hand released
its grip on his hair.

His body heaved, gasping for air as the weight of the two men was released
and the beating stopped. His nostrils pumping as he could only breathe
through his nose. Eventually his breathing slowed. He could now feel the cold
of the marble as it penetrated through the black boiler suit. Five figures
now stood looking down at the helpless figure now prone on the floor.

The two men were dismissed. The two boys chests heaving and sweating asked
their father what needed to be done. Taking the length of chain that once
shackled Aden's legs he wrapped it around the neck of the package, wrapped it
around a stair spindle locked it in place. Nothing tonight. Not tonight but
give some thought to tomorrow when we can start breaking our new servant!
Goodnight boys.


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