Sarah had been carried away on a litter by two eunuchs, while Milan
ran ahead to draw her bath. Jo-jo had been ordered to give Jeff a foot
massage while Bongo and Fizzy continued to massage Jeff.
"Ah, boys, you're doing a great job. I bet Tim would enjoy a massage
too. Can you boys back up this massage equipment and take it and me
over to Tim Murray's house?"
"Oh, yes, master," Jo-jo said eagerly as he stood up from where he'd
been licking the soles of Jeff's feet, "Can I be one of the ponies
today?"
"Ponies?"
"Pony boys that pull your surrey. You'll need at least two, and two
can run behind carrying the massage table and supplies."
Jeff paused. He wasn't sure if it was wise to have naked men running
through the town, even if the Chronivac was supposed to make their
existence acceptable, he wasn't sure how the police would cope with
nudity laws.
"Sir?" asked Jo-jo nervously. He glanced over at the heavy whips and
canes hanging on the back of the door. He hoped he had not overstepped
his bounds by asking to be a pony slave today.
"Do you boys run through the streets naked?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, no, sir!" Jo-jo answered.
"Then get ready to go!" snapped Jeff, "And Jo-Jo you can be a pony,
pick one of the others to be a pony too.
Jeff sat on the table with the sheet wrapped around him and was amazed
at the latex and leather suits and harnesses that Jo-Jo and Bongo
dressed in. They wore black skintight tights with a hole in the
bottoms. Latex dildos with horsetails attached were inserted through
the holes. Hoof-like boots contained their feet. Their arms were
hidden under the heavy sleeveless latex shirt and a horse-head hood
covered their heads, their lower jaws remained visible with steel bits
and leather harnesses visible. Jeff marveled at their speedy
transformation.
Fizzy had unshackled Go-go, and they both stood there in pvc black
short shorts with black mesh tank tops and black leather running
shoes. Their necklaces had been replaced with heavy black leather
posture collars with large cow bells hanging from each collar. The
cowbells had a not-so-hidden-compartment at the top which undoubtedly
contained the testicle necklace that each slave had worn earlier. The
word SLAVE was inscribed on each cowbell.
Quickly, Fizzy and Go-go dressed Jeff in clean clothes, and carried
him on their shoulders downstairs. The staircase was a tight fit for
them, and Jeff was concerned about the loud clomping of Jo-Jo and
Bongo behind them. He half expected the hooded horse slaves to trip
and fall, but they didn't.
Minutes later, he was ensconced in the carriage with two horse slaves
harnessed to the front. He was handed the reins, and then Fizzy and
Go-go dashed inside with their bells jangling. They would get the
massage table and stuff, and run to catch up.
"Gidyap!" ordered Jeff shaking the reins.
The surrey lurched forward and out of the garage.
Jeff's eyes widened as they pulled on to the street. The Chronivac
was a lot more powerful than he realized. To make a world where
Joshua could legally be a eunuch slave, the Chronivac had changed the
entire world.
Several carriages traveling in opposite directions rolled by pulled by
slaves dressed in various garbs and harnesses.
"Hello, Jeff, beautiful evening for a ride, isn't it? I do love
daylight savings," said Mrs. Worth as she cracked her whip across the
backs of her pony slaves. "Don't slow down! Gidyap!"
"Hi, Mrs. Worth, have a good ride!" Jeff called.
As the surrey rolled down the street, Jeff paused to wonder who all
the pony-slaves were. They were all well-muscled, though not of the
uniform height that his eunuchs were. For that matter, from the bulges
in some of the shorts he saw on the slaves, most of them were not
eunuchs.
About a block from Tim's house, Jeff heard the clanging of cowbells
and knew that Go-Go and Fizzy were catching up.
Tim was not as enthusiastic as Jeff had expected when he arrived at
Tim's house.
"Tim, I thought you'd enjoy a slave massage!" Jeff snapped shocked by
his buddy's ingratitude.
"Well, I suppose I could if it wasn't going to be me in the collar in
three years. Since it'll be you too, I don't know why you're so eager
to enjoy your slaves."
"What do you mean me too? I'm not a slave, and I don't intend to be
one!"
"Well, you don't impress me as a ROTC type, and military service is
the only way to avoid mandatory slave service at the age of 21."
"You mean, when I turn 21, I become a slave?"
"Well, only for five years, unless you are accepted into the military
and get exempted, or if you're dumb enough to try sneaking over the
border into Mexico like Josh and his frat brothers did. Then you're a
slave for life, and get all those special surgeries."
"Special surgeries? You mean the castrations?"
"No. Your parents insisted that all the slaves be eunuchs if they were
going to be the house with Sarah. They just didn't know that you'd
already bought Joshua's slave contract when they said that. I'm
referring to the brain surgeries that make them such obedient slaves."
"Brain surgery? I thought they were just well trained. They don't
have scars on their heads!" Jeff protested.
"Uh, they use long steel rods and shove them up the slave's nose. They
technique goes back to ancient Egypt. It's how they got their slaves
to so energetically build pyramids and stuff. Unfortunately, the
technique was lost for ages until it was rediscovered in the 1920's
when they unearthed the hidden room behind King Tut's tomb."
"Okay, Tim, I have a confession to make. None of this is real, you see
I used a Chronivac on Josh and his buddies, and they'll turn back in
two days, and then this will all be over. So we'd better enjoy it
while we can."
"You used a Chronivac? You idiot, Jeff, didn't you read the warnings,
the directions? Oh, man, yeah, Joshua will revert to your annoying
jock brother, maybe he won't be a eunuch, but he'll still be a slave -
that is unless he wasn't really 21 yet and you made him 21."
"Huh? No, you've got it wrong, all physical and mental attributes will
return to normal. It said so."
"Yeah, but it also says that any adjustments to reality will permanent
, and to exercise due caution before making any transformations that
will alter the fabric of reality," Tim scolded.
"You're wrong, Tim, I've got my Chronivac with me. I'll show you.
Let's set it up in your room."