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away and Purdy closed her mouth, the heavy ring making its characteristic clicking sound against her teeth. He turned her slightly and had the group notice the rectangle with the letters CSL burned into her hip.
    “Do you use anaesthetic for that?” someone asked.
    “No, they wouldn’t be proud to carry it if we did. This one took several weeks to settle down and bond with us. But at the end of that time, I personally put the iron to her.”
    Purdy had arrived at the stable hostile and rebellious but after weeks of patient work by Brian had at last submitted and he recalled how she had looked him in the eye, calm and resolute, just a second before the brand was applied.
    As he recounted the event to the tourists he felt her fingers once again furtively stroke him. She was definitely feeling frisky and was clearly determined to court serious punishment.
    Brian smacked her mons, just at the top of the labial split and moved on quickly.
    “Now as a small stable we have had to adapt to cope with an ever increasing number of slaves, all of whom have to be washed, fed and groomed daily. So can I draw your attention to the arrangements outside each stall.”
    A porcelain toilet bowl was mounted on the wood to the left of each stall door. Below and at either side of it were two small platforms for feet. Brian led his party to one end of the line of stalls and had them note the line of dials.
    “Each morning the slaves are taken out of their stalls. One groom records their weight here as they stand on the platforms. Then they are allowed to sit and pass water and excrete. Patti Campbell, our head groom, then examines the stools to ensure that each girl is in good health. Once she is satisfied and the slaves’ weight has been recorded after defecation, the grooms clean them and the toilets are flushed from this one central point.” Here he pointed to a chrome lever set in the wall. “Only then are the ankle chains released on four of them and they move to the washroom.” He pointed behind the group and they turned to fully notice the long, tiled corridor that stretched from the end of the stalls to the far wall. Shower heads lined each side and at the other end, past some large grilles there was a wide gap allowing access back into the main room.
    Brian then had them look up and got the usual gasp of admiration. Slung from the ceiling were two rails and back at the other end of the stable were four motorised winches slung underneath and fitted with small wheels that ran on the rails above them.
    Brian moved to a control panel on the wall, a panel with four sets of identical buttons. He pressed one button and with a soft whirring noise and some clanking from the wheels running on the rails, one of the winches moved to roughly above where Purdy had been left standing, several chains swung beneath it as it moved. Brian went back to her and unclipped her wrists, then he raised them and clipped them to two of the chains. Two more chains came off a second drum positioned just ahead of the first and these he clipped to her ankle restraints, ensuring they hung down in front of her, then he returned to the control panel and pressed another button. The winch’s second drum began to revolve and the chains in front of Purdy shortened. She was thrown back against her wrist shackles as her feet were jerked off the floor.
    Once Purdy’s body hung parallel to the floor, Brian stopped the chains from shortening any more and instead pressed the ‘forwards’ control. Again with a soft whirring noise the winch moved towards the party with Purdy now swinging under it about three feet above the floor. Once her helplessly suspended form was directly in front of the group, Brian halted it and touched another control. This time there was the sighing of hydraulics. Looking up, the tourists could see the square frame which held the two drums begin to elongate into a rectangle, each long side formed by a gleaming rod of steel which lengthened as they