Mordecai strolled but he took the short cut to the grinding mill from the main house. This way was past the dog kennels and runs that were attached to the dog house. The dog house was a full sized kennel with additional equipment and two special rooms for the darkest deviant tastes.  Breeding took all forms and dogs needed attention as much as the men. Mordecai prided himself in offering a healthy selection for such occasions.<br/><br/>There was also the stable and barn down on the right of this shortcut. Horses. Horses and saddles, Mordecai thought. The Australian Ozzie saddle was his preference while working the herds. The special saddle while working the attitude out of a bitch as he took a long leisurely ride on Rhett.<br/><br/>Mordecai glanced over at a motion and caught sight of a piece of property. His eyes narrowed and the male slave stopped raking hay and bowed at the waist. Safety first Mordecai thought and picked up the pace ready to pull the bitches off the arm.  Well, excited to get their attention before unhitching them.<br/><br/>Mordecai had worked for hours on the back door of the grind mill so that it had the rusty kind of finger nails to the chalk board heart stopping Oh My God dreadful sound so important when establishing impending doom and near death experience on property. He had even tried to get an arousal mist that smelled like hot lava or brimstone into the air duct but the local health codes prevented it.<br/><br/>Mordecai firmly believe that presentation was everything. He had even set up the grind mill so that there was a long delay between that hideous door sound like the last clang of a vault door shutting and someone materializing from that direction.<br/><br/>Thus he stood watching briefly as Cassie stumbled and recovered. Her pleas instantly endeared her to Mordecai for all the dark reasons.<br/><br/>Mordecai could not tell if they heard him walk closer. But they would. His voice in a quality that was every horror movie he'd ever watched. He had spent days perfecting it to illicit just the right shivers from his victims and hoped after the fourth or fifth time he came specifically to collect one of them that the rest could be relied upon to respond in terror. It was his life blood. It made his heart tick.<br/><br/>Mordecai stepped from the shadows as the two sluts hitched to the grind arm was at the 12 oclock position to him.  It would give them their first real good look at him in his business suit with the look of concern on his face. He had practiced that look too.<br/><br/>"You look in distress.  Would you like to stop and get out of that harness?" Mordecai asked them both.<br/><br/>