Margaret Peters stood in the dock next to her lover James Arthur both wore simple cotton shifts under which they were butt naked. The court proceedings were a mere formality as the accused were now considered guilty until proven innocent. The jury were watching the CCTV of the pair screwing the brains out of each other. It seemed that Richard Peters had been informed of their duplicity he'd secretly had cameras installed in every room of his magnificent house.
"Shame on them. How disgusting. Animals behave better than them," all uttered at various times by the jury.
"That I think is all the evidence. Do the members of the jury agree that there is only one verdict I can deliver?" the judge asked, the jury murmured amongst themselves then the foreman stood.
"Your Honour, the weight of evidence is too heavily against them, they are guilty."
Margaret started crying why, oh, why had she allowed James to tempt her. James paled he'd screwed all his other friends' wives and now he would suffer for it, he could see that in Richard's eyes. He'd made all his friends think that he was loyal to them he didn't have one ounce of loyalty to them they to him were just dupes.
"Margaret Peters stop that idiotic squawking you brought this on yourself. You have both proved to be totally dishonest. James Arthur you are without doubt the most heinous of monsters except for those who offend against children. You were supposed to be Mister Peters friend instead you and Margaret Peters have proved how treacherous you really are. I think I can imagine that slavery for you will be as painful as possible without of course killing you." The guards removed the shifts covering them bring jeers from the court spectators.
"Mister Peters are there any special instructions you want to start their punishment?"
"Yes, Your Honour, I'd like them to be transported to Mistress Sabrina's Slave Training Farm. She has agreed to change them into milk cows. Everything will be done with as much pain as possible."
Oh, God James thought I've seen milk cows having their udders and genitalia whipped. He remembered the feeling of arousal he'd felt watching it he just never thought he'd have it done to him. The judge ordered them taken down, guards hustled them down stairs where they put them into the most stringent bondage now every step they took was agony. Leashes were attached to their collars and labels were attached to their nipples proclaiming them to be convicted adulterers, a guard led them out of the Old Bailey heading for Mistress Sabrina's Induction Centre while another guard brutally whipped them. Passers-by jeered at them as they passed an hour of hellish pain later they arrived at the Induction Centre.
"Ah, yes, we've been expecting these two low-life's. Follow me," the guards forced Margaret and James to their knees. "Crawl you cow sluts," the whips rose and fell once more on their unprotected backs as they followed the receptionist out to the back of the warehouse where a long box waited. "Get in the box sluts," they had no choice they got in lying face up they screamed the box was electrified the lid was closed muffling their screams.
Despite the law on slavery some still gave their bodies up to willingly submit to a live of slavery, some even wanted to be ponies and cows they all occupied the other boxes on the truck. The guards helped load the box containing Margaret and James on to it. They smiled hearing the other slaves screaming.
"Seems they've got company?"
"With one major difference, they willingly submitted to the pain and degradation of slavery. They'll be sold after they've gone through training and alteration. These two," the receptionist patted the box containing Margaret and James, "Mister Peters will use as his own private dairy herd."
