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CHAPTER EIGHT
Some days later she was introduced to a new acquaintance. Elizabeth entered the barn one after noon, impeccably attired as usual in one of her chic, expensive, impossibly feminine outfits, bringing with her a tall, angular woman of her own age clad in sensible tweeds and thick brown brogues. Mary was at the bars, having her head scratched by Elizabeth's gloved fingers – and thinking guiltily about how much she was coming to enjoy being petted like this – when she half-heard a conversation which, although it didn't register at the time, was to have a significant effect on her future.
The tall woman spoke in a gruff voice with a clipped British accent, using short, broken sentences. Leaning over the fence she said, ''This the bitch?' she enquired brusquely. ''How many bitches like Princess did you think I owned, Samantha?'' Elizabeth replied with her typical silvery laugh.
The other woman snorted. With a decisive movement, she swung back the gate of Mary's pen and marched briskly in. Mary cowered instinctively from this formidable woman. She, for her part, looked around her in disgust.
''You should clean this pen out more often, Lizzie!'' she barked at her friend. ''An' clean your dam' bitch up too! I can smell the thing from here!''
Before Mary could fully savour the pained look on her Mistress's face at being addressed as 'Lizzie', her tall friend competently snapped onto her hands a pair of thin plastic gloves and addressed her brusquely.
''Here, girl!'' she ordered, and Mary came obediently to her large feet.
Samantha stooped over her and began to run her large, capable hands all over Mary's body. She stood quite passively as the hard, gloved fingers squeezed her breasts, palpated her stomach and groin and parted the cheeks of her buttocks to probe within. Samantha ended by ruffling Mary's mop of hair roughly before marching out of her pen as briskly as she'd arrived.
The women moved a few feet off to converse, allowing Mary to hear only fragments of their talk; the gruff voice and the silvery alto in conterpoint.
''... Healthy enough little thing ... so you ... suit my purpose? ... course ...whenever ready ... about a week ... fertilise ... my lab ... check them ... plant 'em ... about ... Wednesday ...first signs ... three weeks ... usual symptoms ...''
The two women moved out of earshot all together, leaving Mary to ponder their Delphic conversation. She dismissed it from her mind quite quickly; no matter what its import there nothing she could do about it.
The long days passed without further incident. Mary persisted in her animal-like behaviour in order to lull her captors into a false sense of security, but to no immediate avail. Her spirits sank; surely Elizabeth didn't intend to keep her in this pen forever?
Something new happened at last; one morning Eva entered her pen, clipped a leash to her collar, and led the more than willing Mary out to be bathed.
Afterwards she was led to the foot of the patio where Eva sat upon the lowest step and ordered Mary sharply to 'Lie down, Princess!'
Mary lay quite comfortably on the hard, warm flagstones, enjoying the fresh scents of her - of Elizabeth's! - garden, and nuzzling the slave's foot in gratitude, and for the faintly salty taste of her skin.
The clipped voice of the angular woman rang out clearly from above. ''Bring her up!'' it ordered. Eva rose and tugged on Mary's leash. Mary followed her obediently, up the steps, and over the sun-warmed wooden floor of the patio, then into the house itself, for the first time she had woken up chained to her kennel so many months ago. She recognised her surroundings immediately; she was in her own living room, still tastefully furnished as she had left it, and she marvelled at the softness of the thick carpet under her knees, which had known only hard earth, concrete, stone and turf for so long.
Meekly she padded by Eva's side across the living room and into the large and sunny kitchen. The large wooden table she remembered was still there, and also present were Belle and Samantha, while Eliazabeth herself, perfectly coiffed and attired as usual, leant elegantly against the frame of the door leading further in to the house. She sensed Samantha looming over her as she was led towards the table, and quailed as the tall woman stooped over her. A long arm fell swiftly, and a plastic-gloved hand slapped her painfully on the rump, making her utter a startled yelp; the pain of its landing temporarily disguising the sharper pain of the hypodermic needle penetrating her skin. Even as she recognised the prick of the needle for what it was, the effects of the drug made themselves apparent. Her muscles seemed to turn to water, though she still stood easily on all-fours, and her mind seemed to disengage itself from her body, floating above her, singing in senseless happiness.
She felt two pairs of strong arms lift her up, anfd then the scrubbed wood of the kitchen table under her as she was gently deposited on it. Elizabeth was summoned to hold her collar while the two slaves gently spread her knees apart. She felt the brush of Samantha's coat-sleeves against the flesh of her upper thighs and the slick plastic of the fingers of the woman's surgical gloves in her vagina, then the hard cool touch of steel amid the clink of metal instruments being picked up and replaced in a tray. Vaguely she heard Samantha talking, her words disjointed and indistinct.
''Eight – maybe four viable – feed two – pick best – other - 'ating bitch?''
Then she was lifted down and led back to her pen where she fell instantly into a deep and refreshing sleep.
She stayed penned for many days, and she'd almost given up hope of things ever changing, when one morning the last vist was repeated.
Once again she was carefully bathed; once again she was led into the kitchen, drugged, and lifted unresistingly on to the table. Then, as before, she stood passively, lost in the vague euphoria conveyed by the drug, as Samantha probed at her genitals.
Again she idly picked up fragments of her conversation with Elizabeth.
''Taken...developing..... exercise...early weeks...food and water...about two months...call me when...delivery problems...''
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