EXTRACT FOR
Cruel Cruise
(Miranda Birch)

Finally, the liner made a scheduled stop at an island not far from Margaret's private island. As arranged we were picked up by her private launch. The journey to Margaret's Island took about an hour. Rupert sat beside me, even more subdued than usual. I suppose he had heard rumors about where we were going. I did not bother to enlighten him. After all, he would find out soon enough! 



Arriving at the sole small (and needless to say, private) port on Margaret's Island, we were met by an employee of Margaret's, a handsome young black woman called Cecilia. She was standing next to an old- fashioned, lightly-built cart, of the type horses used to pull. But this one had two naked male slaves harnessed to it! 



I at once started as I meant to go on. 



"Right you! Strip!" 



That took Rupert by surprise, I think. He had grown used to `vanilla' on board the liner. But now it was back to `normal' -- with a vegeance! 



"But... Mistress, I..." 



I slapped his face hard once, then again. 



"I said strip!" 



Brought to his senses, his training obviously kicked in and he disrobed quickly, then stood to attention stark naked before me. Me, his owner! 



"Get those clothes packed away with the other luggage!" 



He did so. 



"Get those trunks onto the back of the cart." 



That he did too. Then: 



"Now, how do we bring him along?" I asked Cecilia. 



"Oh, we'll just tie him to the back of the cart. It's up to him to keep up. Besides, we won't be going at any speed." 



I nodded. What a delightful idea! I was really getting the hang of this slave-Mistress lark! 



And so we enjoyed a lovely slow jaunt across the rolling countryside. It was a lovely day, a blue sky with just scattered cloud. Rather hot to my taste, if I'm honest, but a sunshade protected us from the direct rays of the sun; and there was a slight breeze, which was nice. 



The trip was made all the more pleasurable for me by the thought of my slave trotting along behind us. I kept looking back, not able to get enough of the sight of him jogging along with that woebegone expression on his face, stark bollock naked, the heavy iron tube which tightly imprisoned his penis swinging slowly back and forth. 



The slaves between the shafts were obviously experienced. Cecilia scarcely had to use her whip, and I suspect when she did so it was mainly for my benefit. I and noticed that the overseers liked to show off to those they considered new to the lifestyle. Well, new-ish I may have been, but I liked to think that I was learning fast! It was jolly nice to watch their lean buttocks and well-muscled thighs constantly in motion, striving their utmost to serve Cecilia and I. Just as it should be! 



Later that afternoon we arrived at last at the mansion, which was over at the other end of the island. It was really impressive, built in colonial French style. A long driveway lead up to a wide, massive, rather mediaeval-looking set of double doors. Outside those doors, a young woman was waiting to greet me. She was just as scantily-clad as Cecilia. It was due to the heat, of course. I was beginning to feel over- dressed. 



"Welcome, Ms Blake, we have been looking forward to seeing you", she greeted me. "I am Suzanne, one of Mistress Brown's slave overseers".