The Random Recollections of Birthday Boy

Recollections part two.

He jumped and squealed as a familiar stripe of intense fire seared his right buttock cheek, and the crack of her whip impacting upon his skin sounded loud in his ears. His mind had still been on those early days when she startled him by appearing beside him, doubling up that short whip she carried.

“Wakey Wakey, pony, stop daydreaming; you’ve work to do, remember!” Kelly chided, removing that rough poncho and tossing it aside. “No need for that now, boy! It’s not all that cold yet, and I’ll soon have you sweating once we get started! Good healthy exercise out in the nice fresh air for my big strong stallion to enjoy, and I’m sure he’ll put his back into it!” her voice hardened as she finished, her whip tapping ominously against his thigh. 

He shivered, and this time it was not just her implied threat. Sweating, that he very much doubted. Not in this weather, unlike summer. Kelly started fussing about with the plough and harness, muttering to herself. “Can you believe it, like she loses her cell phone somewhere, the silly bitch, and so she has to use her house phone to call me. She calls me on our house phone because she thinks she can’t get me on my iPhone because she’s calling on a landline! I mean, like how fucking dumb is that!”

Two minutes later, he still stood shivering, wishing she’d left that covering on him as it was. She’d broken off fiddling with the plough when her cell phone rang again, barely a minute since she’d returned. Another friend, and now she was about twenty feet away, ignoring him, strolling up and down talking to someone on her damn phone once more. Had there ever been a session when her phone hadn’t gone off at least once? 

There she was, talking like any other teenage girl, frequently giggling and giving vent to the occasional shriek of laughter as she downloaded pictures the other person was sending. Something to do with a party the previous night that she hadn’t attended! Evidently, it had been as ‘gross’ as she’d suspected it might be.

Did the person on the other end know that Kelly was standing with a short dog whip just a few yards away from a fully grown, near-naked adult man with a fresh livid stripe across one buttock cheek? Did the friend know that the short whip that had caused it was now casually draped over one of Kelly’s slim shoulders? Could they possibly imagine what the brat would be doing with it soon? 

Besides giving orders and commands, Kelly occasionally talked to him as she did with her other pets. The fact that he could fully understand and they did not counted for nothing, of course. ‘Here doggie, a nice chocolate drop’ or ‘here pony, a slice of lovely apple’. He’d rather have had the chocolate but never did. Sugar lumps and apple slivers to be licked up off her proffered palm, but a chocolate, never! The dog presumably could have refused the offering without repercussions, although it would never have done that. On the other hand, he would have been called an ungrateful animal and instantly punished for such a brazen refusal!

He remembered giving out little treats in Afghanistan. Mints and fruit drops saved from his daily MRE ration pack. Breaking his chocolate bars into chunks for eager small hands held out in the dusty primitive villages they patrolled. Their parents sometimes laughing at the wide-eyed kid's antics, other times still watchful but silent, disapproving perhaps or more likely afraid of other watching eyes within the village. You never knew, for the Taliban wore no uniform to distinguish them from the ordinary folk. 

That seemed a lifetime away, and now it was the other way around. A small hand was giving him treats, no feeding him treats, for he was obliged to take them off her palm with his mouth just like an animal. Sometimes a bigger female palm provided the titbit, that of her mother. The bitch occasionally visited the stable while her daughter was at school. He hated her almost as much as he hated her daughter. He hated all three of them, not that he was in a position to do anything about his feelings other than seething inwardly with impotent rage!

Kelly had left him hobbled as always, the short chain between the leg iron about his ankles and a strong blue nylon rope clipped to his collar affixed to a beam above him. Simple but effective. He was going nowhere even if he could somehow reach and operate the catch on the other side of his stall door. Hell, how many times had he tried? Wishful bloody thinking. Held a helpless fucking captive by a sadistic teenage brat and not a damn thing he could do about it, not a thing!

Christ, but the mother was a gorgeous woman, wasn’t she? Kelly was a little beaut, but her mother must have shaded her at the same age for sure. Not by much, but he knew which one he’d have put his money on in a competition! That brought something else to mind that he’d been quietly warned about if he was serious about following up on a commission. Officers didn’t bet! Well, they probably did and called them wagers but undoubtedly were much more discrete about visiting betting shops! 

He'd seen fellow squaddies down the local bookies many times and wondered if they were squandering as much money on the horses as he did every month. Well, one person who wouldn’t have missed him since he’d accepted the wrong lift was his bank manager. His account had always been of the in and quickly out variety. Too fond of the horses, his mates had always chided him; now, he was a fucking horse!

He'd no idea how long he’d been a captive there when she paid that first solo visit. He’d been shuffling about in his stall moodily kicking the dirt and straw up with his hooves in acute boredom when he realised she was standing there watching him. The habitual coffee mug in one hand and a half-eaten biscuit or rather what was called a cookie in the other. One of those big ones you buy individually wrapped at Costa or similar coffee places.

Not a word, just standing there. It was that damn perfume the woman always wore that had alerted him to her presence. Strong but not in a cheap way, musky and erotic in a way that promised something. Not that he’d be able to do anything about it, given how she’d locked his cock away. The device had been on him that first morning, and somehow, he knew she must have been the one who’d so effectively emasculated him. 

The woman took a bite from the biscuit, chewed it slowly and then ran her tongue over her lips, looking for crumbs while simultaneously teasing in a slow provocative gesture. Her eyes never left his, and always that same mocking expression on her face. A mix of amusement, cruelty and quiet satisfaction plus more than a hint of indifference so far as he was concerned. She didn’t give a damn about him and his misery, did she? 

No, he remembered that first morning when her fucking husband had decided the TV would provide more entertainment than watching Kelly play with her birthday present. His head had been twisted the right way round to see the pair of them watching their daughter. Looking on as Kelly gleefully took her first tentative swings at his arse with a wooden paddle. The bastard had yawned, then announced his intention of watching TV instead and then before he left, the evil couple had ‘high-fived even as he screamed and shouted in pain and anger. High fucking fived, job done. One requested special pony successfully captured and delivered, the bastards! 

He was the first to break off eye contact. He always did, he could only take so much of that mocking gaze of hers, and then he had to look away. Cowardice, sheer funk on his part, but somehow he could never bring himself to challenge that calm, confident stare. It was the same with her damn daughter. Kelly would win every time her sparkling blue eyes caught his in similar circumstances. Weakness or fear, he often wondered.

It had been the angry snap of her fingers that drew him back. She was holding her left arm out, palm upwards protruding into his stall. The final mouthful of her cookie was resting on it. He ignored it, avoiding looking both at the ‘treat’ and her, even shuffling around to face the other way. Her fingers snapped impatiently twice more behind him, but he ignored her and continued his mute protest. He felt good about it, a moment of victory brightening up his miserable life!

He heard the stall door click open and then squealed in agony as the leash was snapped onto his nose ring, and after she’d released his collar rope, he had no choice other than obediently following the bitch. She led him straight over to her daughter’s whipping bench pulling on that horrible thin strip of leather till he was in a position, then tied it off to the little cleat. His hobble chain was released, allowing his legs to be secured on either side of the evil furniture’s rear. He’d long stopped fighting when that happened, he’d never win, and it only delayed the inevitable as well as pissing his tormentor off!

Up to that point, it had always been Kelly, and he wondered how sadistic her mother would be when she’d pulled the waist strap tight and then headed over to her daughters ‘toy rack’. To his surprise, she didn’t do what Kelly usually did, stand there as though deciding which of the horrible implements she would use to flog him. Kelly’s apparent indecision didn’t fool him. The brat knew which one she would use, but drawing things out amused her!

To his surprise, mummy ignored the wicked things entirely, busied herself at her daughter’s desk, and a moment later returned to face him. The fragment of cookie she deliberately placed on the bench near his nose, and he recognised the other two items she was holding. One of those yellow ‘post-it’ note pages and a small blue office stapler. The later she opened up, and as she moved behind him, he realised why. He squealed as he felt her staple the note to his bruised right buttock. Then she patted the same cheek, retrieved her coffee mug and exited the stable, not having spoken a single word the whole time.

He'd never learned what she’d written on the paper, for Kelly never told him when she returned. Why should she? Instead, she’d screamed with laughter and ripped it off, making him wince and squeal as her fingernail wriggled and flipped the staple out of his bottom. A pause to divest herself of school blazer and tie, and then she stood before him ominously flexing one of her favourite canes, looking down at his fearful expression. She looked once at the piece of yellow paper, giggled and then crumpled it up and tossed it away. Then she’d tapped that bit of biscuit with the tip of her cane and shaken her head with a mock expression of sadness before moving behind him. There had been no hesitation when he eventually ate that fragment of biscuit off her palm, but that had been much later! 

He looked up as Kelly gave another loud shriek of laughter, the loudest yet and was now walking in a circle around him, completely absorbed in her phone conversation. “No, no, you're kidding me, no way? Really with like everyone watching, she let the fucker do that! Oh my God! No, no way, what a slut!” then there was an even louder shriek of delighted laughter. He closed his eyes and tried not to shiver and to shut out that silly girlish glee! 

He lifted his feet up and down to free his heavy hooves from sinking deep into the sticky ground, and as he moved, he felt a gust of wind stir that perpetual soft touch against the back of his legs into movement. He’d grown so used to it and the near-permanent object inside him that he barely noticed it. Real hair, too, Kelly had once told her mother imported from China. Did that mean he was strutting around with some poor Chinese girls crowning glory sprouting out of his arse? Another ever-present reminder of his animal status? His thoughts returned to that third day in the stable after her mother departed on her shopping trip. A humiliation to be followed at a later date by another horror as yet unimagined at that time.

*****

That third morning was when he learned the meaning of the word humiliation as the horrendous truth of his unbelievable situation began to register finally. To sink in beyond that initial period of incredulous shock and the pain of the first two days. That dreadful realisation that there would be no light at the end of this particular tunnel, that the cavalry would not arrive in the nick of time to rescue this particular individual settler from the marauding redskins. That he was as doomed as had been the Titanic, only his future was not to lay virtually untroubled and untouched deep in an inaccessible, dark, ice-cold void. He would be the opposite, all too accessible and helplessly available to red hot heat, and this was but the start of his suffering and bizarre new life!

He stiffened as he felt a hand on his bottom, a small palm and then a finger making him wince as it traced over some of those raised bloody welts that he couldn’t see but could certainly feel. He also knew it was the same small hand with the multi-coloured fingernails responsible for adding those painful stripes to his abused buttock cheeks. 

He winced into the bar that so painfully stretched across his mouth. Christ, every bloody thing she did or that they had strapped about him was uncomfortable or hurt, didn’t it, and they didn’t give a shit, did they! He’d thought he was a tough guy, a soldier, a trained man who wore stripes on his arm and was rapidly heading for more or better, his superiors had told him. Now he had a body covered all over in fucking stripes, more than a hundred sergeant majors possessed between them, or so it felt, and every damn agonising one of them delivered courtesy of that same small callous hand!

He winced again as the hand squeezed his right buttock cheek and then a proprietary pat. Then the hand's owner was in front of him, placing a couple of things on the bench before bending forward to look at him directly. Bright blue clear sparkling eyes that smiled but not with warmth or sympathy. A smile that said something he couldn’t quite identify, but he knew he didn’t like one bit! 

He could smell that perfume, that same musky, exotic scent her mother had worn in the car and that accompanying aroma of a warm female body. A sexy young female body and a pretty face that had stirred his captive bent manhood into life. At least his inbuilt male sexual instinct attempted to do that, but the device they’d locked onto his cock and balls killed that idea before it even got off the ground! In any case, such a reaction, he suspected, was likely to attract attention and probably consequences of an unpleasant nature. 

He could even see the odd-shaped little key, the one her mother had handed her along with his leash, the one she wore on a thin gold chain around her neck—a small squat key nestling just above her burgeoning cleavage. The little bitch had taken a break from turning his buttocks to jelly on the second afternoon, and those small slim inquisitive fingers had done some other exploring that had made him writhe even more! 

Naturally, he’d squirmed and wriggled like hell, but all that achieved was to irritate her and earned a few hard slaps on his already ‘cooked’ buttocks and thighs. That was the term Kelly had used that second day when her mother entered the barn and stood watching her daughter for a moment. He’d twisted his head around to look at her, to try and say something, make a protest, a plea, anything! But he’d been struck dumb! He found he couldn’t even though his mouth was free from any restriction. He could hardly utter a single coherent sound his voice, and his throat was so weak from screaming and shouting! He tried hard, but all he could produce were a series of pathetic near, intelligible squeaks. Then Kelly shoved that horrible bar with the strip that depressed his tongue back in his mouth and pulled the straps tight.

“Lunch in five minutes, Darling. Daddy’s just got back with the pizzas, and I’ve popped them in the oven to refresh them and warm them up for a couple of minutes plus melt a bit of extra Mozzarella I sprinkled on top. They are always so stingy with the cheese! Anyway,  I don’t want to overcook them like last time!”

Kelly had giggled. “Maybe I should take a break before I overcook something as well. We’ve been working our way along the rack, sampling all my lovely implements. I think Trooper particularly enjoyed the Scottish Tawse. You should have heard him screaming himself hoarse with delight just now!” 

Her mother had laughed. “I did! It’s a good job we don’t have any neighbours to annoy. Five minutes, no, make it three now. Put your toys away. You can play with it again later and do, please be careful, Darling. Look at it, and it's not even a week old, not even two days!”

“It’s mine”, Kelly had grumbled sourly.

“I know, Pet, but Rome wasn’t built a day. You came damn near to not having one at all. We were on the point of giving up when this one popped up so helpfully and ticked all the right boxes. Daddy had lost all interest, and we’d have missed it if I hadn’t insisted on giving ourselves another half hour! You know what he’s like when he has to wait for something, no patience whatsoever. I can’t see him wanting to hang around all those horrid places anytime soon looking for another suitable animal if you do something silly with this splendid specimen!”

“Hmm, I suppose, " Kelly had grudgingly conceded”, hanging up the tawse. “There is something else I want to check out so he can have a break while I do that. What pizzas did he bring back?”

Pizza, Christ, when had he last tasted pizza? He glanced up as Kelly emitted another penetrating peal of shrill laughter. That party had been left far behind, or so he gathered. A typical teenage girl with her phone. She’d probably talked to whoever it was yesterday in person and would tomorrow but still had to spend an age talking to them today. Not that he should complain about it, given that short whip she favoured. The longer, the better! Maybe she’d even waste another ten minutes emailing or texting again as well. He could but hope!

*****

She had given him that break back then, though, hadn’t she? No more ‘cooking,’ at least for a little while after she returned from her lunch. The bitch even had a half-eaten slice of pizza in one hand, greedily gobbling it down while she prowled around him, looking thoughtful.

Ten minutes later, she had him wriggling and squirming again but not so much with pain this time as a mix of frustrated ecstasy and total abject humiliation. This time, her curious hands and fingers were causing the anguish, not her terrible canes and paddles or that damn tawse thing. 

By the continual non-stop giggles accompanying her explorations, he guessed the evil brat was also ticking something off her bucket list for the first time. Maybe that was also true of the whip and canes, but he sensed this was a definite first for the curious little bitch. 

Kelly had used her key to unlock the horrible device that cramped his poor dick. Still, the momentary relief quickly dissipated as the young girl cautiously explored the workings of his manhood. Squeezing, prodding, poking, rubbing and stroking his genitals and always giggling. He’d heard the snick as she unlocked the cage, and then she had taken hold of his cock between finger and thumb, squeezing slightly and rolling it while he squirmed above her. 

He grew, of course, it was inevitable, and he couldn’t prevent it. If there was ever one time in his life when he did not want a hard-on, this had to be the one. Like most guys, he’d experienced the odd occasion in the past when such a situation might embarrass him, or someone might notice, but he’d always been fully dressed. He tried, tensing his muscles, his whole body, but those tentative teasing fingers as they experimented overrode anything he could do. Nature was taking its inevitable course, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Kelly, on the other hand, could and eventually did!

He rose, expanded and stiffened under her touches, the urge growing increasingly insistent, trying to push himself against her hand, which only made her giggle even more. He felt his foreskin rubbed and roughly pulled down, a finger tapping against his bulbous penis head. Then unless he imagined it, the slightest touch of something warm and wet lapped against his glans tip. Then he felt it again, but longer, a definite lick as though tentatively tasting it, like a girl he’d dated a few times had done with her tongue, and thinking about it, he promptly swelled into full erection! Even as he did so, Kelly made a sound of disgust and spat a couple of times, and he squealed as he felt her long fingernails nip malevolently into that same sensitive tip.

A moment later, he was squeaking again as she repeatedly flicked his bobbing erection from side to side with her forefinger like she was playing that tabletop football game or something similar. It was both unpleasant and painful. Didn’t the stupid little bitch know that was both a delicate and sensitive area she was abusing? A dumb question he’d immediately realised, but that hadn’t helped stop what she was doing. He gained a brief respite when his wilting manhood caused her attention to switch to his scrotal sac and contents, which only tended to cause his cock to start swelling again. An act of wilful disobedience that from her angry exclamation was not appreciated!

He heard her mutter something inaudible, then get up and leave the barn returning a couple of minutes later and two seconds after that; he screamed aloud into that bar in his mouth, his bit as she termed it. No matter how he wriggled and squirmed, there was no avoiding that ice-cold touch; it was ice she was using on his cock and balls. Handfuls of ice cubes by the feel of it. It was nowhere near as bad as the heat of her paddle on his butt but decidedly unpleasant in its own way. He heard another giggle as his manhood did an immediate about-face and went into a rapid retreat. “Easy-peasy, Mummy, was so right”, she muttered as he felt her flip his collapsed organ in the palm of her hand up and down.  

A moment later, his brief spell of freedom was over as his flaccid organ was stuffed back into its prison, and he heard the lock click. Then Kelly was in front of him, leaning forward as she looped that key chain back around her neck, smirking as she pushed it down towards that developing cleft in her tight top. She wore no bra, didn’t need to yet, but he could see the two small hillocks and the crowning nipples pushing outward against the thin pink stretchy material, and male instinct kicked in again, but to no avail. That all too brief period of parole was over!

Painfully over as that damn cage was too cramped, and in any case, his ardour immediately wilted as Kelly pushed herself upright and moved to what he’d come to know as her ‘toy rack’. Obviously, playing with his cock had quickly bored her whereas other things didn’t! She unhooked that terrible thick leather tawse and looked back at him, tapping it against one palm. Her face was expressionless, then she returned it and selected the adjacent implement. A rather intricate long-handled device made of rattan cane or similar resembling an oversized wooden egg whisk that someone had accidentally been sitting upon and flattened. Only it wasn't. His grandmother used to have one as a wall ornament, and he knew just what it was, only Kelly wouldn’t be beating any carpets with it!

*****

He’d been right about another reprieve, which was hardly surprising. Not after having spent two long years, two tedious, mind-numbing years as the bitches captive pet, he ought to know how Kelly’s mind worked by now, for they’d spent enough time together. Hell, he knew more about the brat than her parents did, having been a silent unheeded witness to a zillion phone calls! One end of them, anyway. Did they know which of her girlfriends was having a lesbian relationship with her English literature teacher? Did they know she’d lost her virginity last year with Jimmy Connors on the school trip to London? Did they know that she and Becky Unsworth were secretly smoking pot? Did they know that if Janine Blackwood sneaked on them because of what they did to her, she’d probably get expelled before taking her exams and ruining her uni chances?  

Kelly hadn’t even got as far as slipping her phone into her hip pocket when it had rung again, and then she was trying a Skype call with Becky and Sarah, her partners in crime. He strained his ears; well it wasn’t as if there was anything better for him to do. He’d been a silent eavesdropper in the Janine sage since it started a few months ago, and it was starting to get serious by the sound of it! Maybe the brat would get expelled, and maybe, just maybe there would be some sort of a follow-up by the relevant authority, even a home visit!

He was disappointed. Sarah apparently wasn’t available, and the other girl didn’t want to take action without consulting her. “She’s the one who started it”, Kelly had snapped crossly. “It was her suggestion that kicked it all off after all. Yeah, yeah, okay, we can wait. The kids not going to blab, not yet, I reckon. Once Sarah is back, we can chat, come up with a plan” then, after a long silence, she giggled and added. “Yea, well, those cute boobs of hers are just so divine, and you know what Sarah’s like with boobs. Anyway, it would be her word against the three of us and what’s her case? A bit of girlie fun that got a tad out of hand. Not like she’s going to get preggers or anything, is she? Yeah, yeah, okay, see you later then, bye!”   

Kelly had taken all three paces towards him when her cell phone rang again but with a different ringtone. She pulled a face and raised both hands skyward for a second in a mock gesture of exasperation, then bent her head again to the device. She kept it in her hands this time, and her fingers flickered rapidly over the screen. Yup, another reprieve while she texted or emailed with a bit of luck and a few more calls or messages and his day might soon be over. He could but hope. Then again, was there any hope as his thoughts returned to that third morning of his captivity

*****

Her mother had gone for her lunch date and shopping with Moira, whoever she was. Kelly had been leaning across the front of the bench, looking at him. Bright blue eyes that stared straight into his only a foot or so away stared just as her mother had done from a distance a few minutes ago but not with indifference. No, these young eyes were far more alive, young but authoritative, regal almost. The young princess looking down upon the lowliest of serfs! No, more like those of a hungry tigress regarding her prey, her supper to be, and they both knew who the tethered goat was, and there would be no lurking hunter to save him!

Christ, though, but she was an absolute humdinger like her mother! The blonde little cutie must turn heads, not quite jailbait anymore, but not that far removed from being so either. Old enough to drive the boys crazy and savvy enough to know just how to do so but still young enough to be her daddy’s spoiled sweet little girl. No, not sweet, not judging by what she’d done to him, not by her behaviour. Up close, she was older than he’d thought that morning when he’d seen her for the first time.

Happy birthday, happy fucking birthday, that’s what they’d sung. Happy birthday dear Kelly, three fucking times. It hadn’t sunk in, of course. How could it, given his state of mind at the time? He’d stood stock still under that cover, his senses still reeling and now that familiar silly song coming from the couple responsible for this surreal situation. Happy fucking birthday, like at a kiddie’s party, really!

A thin foundation on her face and cheeks mainly covered those juvenile acne blemishes, a touch of eye shadow, mascara, and glossy pink lips. That sensual, warm, fragrant, perfumed feminine odour contrasted so strongly with his reeking stink. His eyes dropped to that distinct developing cleavage revealed by her posture and skimpy top, and he hoped the bitch wouldn’t notice the instinctive reaction she was causing. Hell, just a couple of days, he already hated and was terrified of this teenage brat who watched him so coolly and yet, he was still a man, wasn’t he, a stallion, her stallion as she’d called him. 

By age, sex and size, he was far stronger, yet as with her mother a few minutes ago, he was the first to look away. The confident half-smile on her pretty face held a clear message that he could read, and he did not like it. You are mine, it said to do with as I want, and you will not enjoy it, but I will, and the last two days had given him a painful introduction as to what she enjoyed! Worse, it appeared he was in no position whatever to prevent her from going on enjoying such activities!

That steady youthful confident gaze of hers was disturbing, so he lifted his chin a fraction and carefully twisted around, shifting his gaze to the objects she’d casually placed on the bench. What he saw immediately arrested any lingering wishful lustful aspirations on his part and killed them stone dead. He was by no means the most sexually sophisticated of people, neither versed nor interested in the more exotic aspects of human carnal behaviour. Still, he wasn’t naïve and knew what both of those objects were for; worse, he knew who and where she would use them!

Both were phallic, one long and relatively thin but connected via a short length of thin tubing to an egg-shaped rubber bulb about the size of a tennis ball. An inflatable butt phallus! The other thing was even worse, a long thick black butt plug with a mass of what looked like hair attached. He recalled with horror that conversation she’d just had with her mother. That was intended to be a tail, his tail to swish for her, but the size of that thing it was attached to, she couldn’t be serious!

His gaze moved back to Kelly, who smiled. She knew where he’d been looking and at what, and then she stood up, smoothing her skimpy top with both hands, no doubt remembering her previous day's explorations. A deliberate gesture that caused him to twitch again despite his growing apprehension. She disappeared, reappearing a moment later with something in her hand and used her free hand to unhitch his nose tether from the cleat. Just for a second, he had a momentary reprieve from the pressure before the bitch started pulling ever so slowly. He had to follow unless he wanted to experience that agony again in his nasal cavities. That meant thrusting himself forward and as hard up against that damn bench as he could go. The tether slackened slightly, giving him a modicum of relief and leeway and then she gave it a couple of turns around the cleat to hold him in place.

He wasn’t going anywhere, was he? Not with his legs secured and a broad strap pinning him to that damn bench, so why bother with that fucking leash? He knew the answer to that, control, sheer control. The little bitch had him by the nose; both knew it, which was a reminder of that fact!

She bent forward again, leaning towards him, raised a forefinger, kissed it and then gently tapped him on the nose smiling at him. Smiles are supposed to be happy reassuring facial expressions to others, but hers was not the least bit reassuring. Oh yes, the little bitch was amused, but he certainly wasn’t, even less so when she deliberately placed the little jar, she’d held in her other hand right in front of him. He knew what it was and what she would do with it—a small innocuous plastic screw-top container containing a colourless substance. The blue label on the front bore the brand of a major high street pharmaceutical company and under it two words, Vaseline, lubricant!

*****

Kelly had been right, and he was sweating despite the chill in the air. By the time he dragged the plough through the damp earth to start the third, whatever they were called, strips, lanes, no furrow, that was it, furrow! He was sweating with the effort, and Kelly had shed her quilted sleeveless body warmer, draping it over one of the plough handles. More he suspected to allow her right arm a comfortable swing than because she was over hot. Pity, she hadn’t done the same with that fucking whip! 

The big house must be deep in the countryside. He could not see much, head down, body leaning forward as he strained to haul that wretched thing through the mud and avoid the whip. Every time he was brought outside and away from the house and stable, he prayed that someone might see him and intervene, put an end to this ridiculous situation and his horrendous suffering. 

The tight restrictive posture collar hindered his attempts to look around; likewise, the blinkers the little bitch had fitted to his head harness before leading him out. Kelly always did that whenever she took him out of the stable. All the more, he suspected to further enforce his animal status than for any other reason. 

Only when he was shuffling around preparatory to starting another furrow and standing virtually upright did he get a chance to scan his surroundings. Fields, more meadow than fertile fields, all overgrown with grass and bushes, scattered clumps of trees, some near others further away. A small, forested area of tall pines, old wooden fencing or rough stone walls dotted about but no sign of a road or any other habitation, nothing!

He dragged the plough around and tensed himself, waiting for the command to begin—hopefully just a verbal one without the bite of leather to reinforce it. Getting the damn thing started was always hard. Fortunately, getting it to bite into the ground today was easier due to recent rain softening everything, but it still took effort. Sometimes it went relatively easy, and other times he would struggle, and that whip would crack and crack and crack.

It wasn’t in Kelly’s nature to make any allowance for the local conditions! He hauled, and she steered and provided the necessary encouragement, a joint effort, she usually said. Yeah, except he was the one putting in ninety-nine per cent of the effort under that ‘encouragement!’. Her cell phone rang again, and he immediately relaxed, reprieved once more for a few minutes or perhaps longer knowing her on the phone! 

“Hi Laura, yeah, I got it, oh alright, if it’s that urgent, okay babe, wait one tick, I’ll get it out.”

He’d slowly twisted around, taking in the view, desperately seeking signs of human movement, a farmer, hiker, bird watcher, anybody or anything but nothing. Devoid of life, might as well be on the moon so far as people went! He heard a zip as she opened the pouch she’d been wearing on her belt.

*****

Back then, that first time her father had come over to the stable and secured him to the bench, it wasn’t only the zip sound that alerted and terrified him. It had also been the sudden appearance of a little jar tossed onto the bench near his bowed and tethered head. A pot he’d seen numerous times before. Likewise, its contents had frequently aided the abuse and humiliation inflicted upon him. It was two-thirds empty now and rarely needed because his body had adapted to the violations and intrusive objects it had lubricated yet not nearly enough to ease the initial entry of such horrible humiliating devices!

He wanted to shout to protest, to scream aloud his anger and loathing for what was about to happen, but he couldn’t, not with his mouth bit and cruel tongue piece in place. He knew instinctively that this would not be one of those occasions when his mouth was freed, allowing him to scream and howl for his young tormentor’s amusement! Only it wouldn’t be Kelly tormenting him this time. 

At least he’d be spared the slow stretching agony of that first time he was penetrated, not that he could take much consolation from that under the circumstances. Nor was he entirely correct about the pain either, as he soon to found out. There was a soft plop followed by that all too rare feeling of empty relief as the guy withdrew the horrible long bulbous tail plug from his rectum. Then that familiar sensation as fingers were there working the lubrication into his sphincter and rectum, strangely gentle compared to the way the bastard’s prodigy always did it. Nor did the fucker continually giggle like she always did when he was being ‘greased up’, as Kelly called it! Greased up, ready to play ‘pin the tail on the donkey again!’.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, for pain was a constant companion along with its twin, humiliation! Kelly had a desk, a workstation in one ‘comfortably outfitted and decorated’  corner of the stable with a massive, curved computer monitor and a big comfortable swivel chair. She often preferred to forgo the facilities in her bedroom to set up her laptop where she could play games or do her homework and have her captive stallion near to hand. 

Often the little bitch would have a coke and a burger to eat, or potato crisps, pizza, chocolate, or even the occasional glass of white wine. A fucking burger, for Christ's sake, while he existed on the meagre foul slops, she emptied into his food trough. Slops that invariably tasted as bland and uninteresting as they looked and smelled while the little bitch scoffed pizza, chocolate bars and burgers! 

However, her other habit while studying was frequently responsible for his pain. Kelly wasn’t content with having him close by like some companionable domestic household pet while she studied. No, he was there to provide intellectual stimulus and inspiration. The bitch often had him over the bench or fastened to an upright frame or near upright that kept him on his feet. He still refused to think of them as hooves yet forced him to bend forward so that her favourite target area was more prominently displayed along with his fucking ever-present tail!

He’d heard of people smoking a cigarette and then taking a walk around the block while contemplating a problem, brainstorming, sleeping on it, meditating upon it, and doubtlessly there were many other ways of stimulating the little grey cells when inspiration failed. Using a wooden punishment paddle or a bamboo cane on a man’s helpless buttocks almost certainly being one of the more unusual and rarer solutions to solving such mental blocks!

The previous night her homework must have been particularly challenging, and he’d suffered for it with bamboo, paddle and riding crop thrown in as a bonus! He was thus striped, bruised, battered and extremely sore. Being sodomised for the first time was bad enough and painful despite his months of being continually plugged. The plug, after all, was relatively static and moved with him, unlike the living thing that was abusing his anal passage like a bloody pile-driver!

He should feel humiliated, degraded, and disgusted at his inability to resist this revolting assault that violated his very sense of masculine pride, but somehow he didn’t. Then again, did he even have any male pride left after he’d screamed, shrieked, begged, pleaded and sobbed so many times when a lightweight slip of a teenage girl found it amusing to apply what she called a little ‘remedial therapy’ to his hide!

His hide, not his skin. People, human beings, had skin, but he had hide because he was not human. He was an animal, her animal. Her stallion, her two-legged equine, the pony every little and not-so-little girl wants for her birthday, and her doting parents had duly delivered. Delivered the special pony she’d requested, him! 

The remedial therapy, as she’d told her mother on several occasions while duly applying it to his ‘hide’, was very necessary, tedious to apply at times, but so very necessary, even kind! The silly animal just refused to accept its status. The role fate intended it to fulfil, the role they had chosen for it. Hence such treatment was continually needed. Codswallop, every bit of it, especially the ‘tedious’ and ‘kind’ part. Did she honestly think she was being kind, trying to alter his mindset permanently? Tedious? The little bitch would have impressed the Spanish Inquisition with her enthusiasm for torturing him, for that’s what it was in plain simple, unadorned English!

He was even worse off than those poor heretics or whatever they were! He couldn’t shout out, confess his sins and beg for forgiveness even if it did lead to being guest of honour at a public bonfire. At least his ordeal would have been over long since! A good part of the time, he couldn’t cry out at all, and when his mouth was free, Kelly took no notice whatsoever as she applied that tedious remedial correction unless her giggles counted!

That was one of his main frustrations. He had no cardinals ring to kiss, no spiritual path to salvation to acknowledge, no guiding light, nothing whatever to halt his horrendous situation. He merely existed to endure and suffer for no sane reason, and there appeared no route out of his predicament. He was owned, a possession, something to be enjoyed as and when Kelly wanted! No more than a prized but unruly exotic feral pet to be broken in spirit via breaking his body!

Now he was enduring another form of torture, both of body and mind. His pride forgotten in the suffering of the moment. He would remember later, but for now, he was in agony via the pressure of those energetic thrusts against his battered rump, the man’s hands subconsciously grabbing and squeezing handfuls of bruised and sore flesh. His body repeatedly slammed against the bench as the guy slowly and remorselessly rode his daughter's captive stallion for a good ten minutes. Eventually, the bastard speeded up, pounding in and out of his asshole in a frenzy of vigorous penetrating thrusts until his cock spurted deep into his victim's tortured rectum. 

When Kelly returned from school, he was still face down on the bench, unashamedly sobbing quietly in abject misery and humiliation. Her father had taken him twice more that afternoon; both times, he’d come quicker, but his fucking had been more brutal, faster, aggressive, and consequently even more painful. The one saving grace was that the bastard had partly released his nasal tether so that he could move his head around with more freedom than he usually was allowed. Considerate of him but hardly surprising, allowing for how he’d been bounced around during that humiliating pounding!

He’d been taken and used, raped by another man for that man’s sexual satisfaction, taken savagely like some convenient female feral animal by a prowling randy male. Taken and used wordlessly with no emotion whatsoever, a mere living receptacle for the guy’s lust! Worse, it was likely to happen again, he’d realised with a frightening flashback recalling a conversation Kelly had with her mother a week or so back. He’d just been beaten and was only half listening, something about the woman going away, three weeks on a course. What was it Kelly had said, giggling like crazy? She’d see poor daddy alright if he felt like some relief and needed to leave a little deposit or two. She didn’t mind one bit. Was this what the little bitch had meant? Did he have a rectum full of ‘daddy’s little deposits? Three weeks!

Kelly came in looking younger than her years, dressed in her uniform, maroon blazer, white blouse, tie askew and short pleated tartan skirt with black knee socks. She tossed her little pink backpack onto her desk and draped the blazer over her chair. As usual, she said nothing; why should she? He was just a dumb animal who couldn’t talk back, and if he dared to do something so foolish, she’d make him regret it. He’d learned that more than once the hard and excruciatingly way early on in his captivity!

Kelly clicked her tongue in a loud disapproving noise and immediately tightened his nasal cord. Then, she moved behind him, and he felt a finger probing his abused rectum, followed by a giggle and then an exclamation of disgust. He heard her walk away, and then she was back, and something long and cold was inserted into his rear passage and wiggled about; it wasn’t his tail. That horrible thing was on a shelf by the wall where her father had left it. He’d only caught a brief glimpse of what she was using, but a moment later, as she slowly slid it into him and fiddled with it, he realised what it was and instinctively knew what the evil little brat was going to do with it!

He was right. She went over to a rack of what it amused her mother to call ‘Kelly’s toy collection’, returning with a long thick bamboo cane, and deliberately placed it right in front of him. He knew that horrible thing and had felt its bite, not often, for she saved it for those occasions when she wanted to make a lasting impression on him and turn him into a screaming mindless zombie! Kelly had succeeded in more ways than one, and they both knew it. The agony she could inflict with that evil thing was as permanently seared into his brain as it was into the flesh she roasted with it! It was there as a reminder, a threat, the ultimate deterrent, and Kelly wouldn’t hesitate to use it if he gave her cause to do so. He knew that, and she knew he knew that! He might be a dumb, stupid beast in her eyes, but even dumb stupid beasts learn under the ruthless application of thick bamboo!

Her slim fingers unbuckled his bit and pulled it to one side along with the plate that held his tongue down. He was familiar with the routine, for it happened every feeding session now unless he was on food deprivation punishment. Water, he could just manage to manoeuvre the spout of his water bottle into his mouth without the bit being removed. If he was on food punishment, he got fed the same way, only the liquid he sucked into his mouth was a foul-tasting thin watery soup with no body whatsoever. It might as well have been dirty rainwater. Maybe it was!

There had been a time when he’d have attempted to talk once his bit was removed, ask questions, argue, communicate, plead like the intelligent being he was, but those days were long past. Kelly’s remedial therapy, including a few sessions with that thick length of bamboo, soon terminated that foolish tendency. No talking was the first rule she’d beaten into him! Animal equine noises, yes, screaming, shrieking, sobbing yes, even begging and pleading yes because those ‘noises’ amused her. Any attempt at anything else, and she immediately used one of her ‘toys’ on him!

The object was removed from his rectum. A long thin plastic syringe probably intended for real animals that sometimes she’d used to feed him in the early days, sliding it into his mouth before she’d taught him that silence was golden if his bit was removed to eat. A moment later, the syringe was wordlessly offered up, and after only a second's hesitation, he obediently opened his mouth. He had no choice, did he? Not, with that cane laying there

Refuse, and that evil implement would find instant employment, and once he’d finished screaming, he’d willingly down the contents of a dozen syringes, never mind just one and full ones too. He made to close his mouth around it but Kelly stopped him with her other hand squeezing slightly so he couldn’t. He knew why. The bitch wanted to see her father's slimy cum mingled, no doubt with his own shit in his mouth, on his tongue before she permitted him to swallow it. 

Humiliation had been one of the primary weapons in her armoury during those first few months and still was. He’d become more accustomed to it as his captivity continued just as he’d adapted to every other aspect of his wretched existence, not that he’d had any other choice, of course. Right from the start, Kelly had relished every aspect of the massive difference between them and their respective roles. A role she had chosen, whereas his had been assigned by fate and cruel random chance, leading to his bewildered presence in the stable that first morning.

The fingernails he noted had changed again. Kelly seemed to change them as frequently as she did her outfits. Those he’d noted that first morning holding the leash had been bright pink and long, more like talons than nails. Today those holding the syringe were shorter with squarer ends, and every one was a different pastel colour with tiny silver stars. Kelly looked him in the eyes, giggled maliciously and slowly pressed the plunger, and this time it was a far thicker mixture she was feeding him than thin watery soup. A finger and thumb closed about his nose and pinched until she was sure he’d swallowed every damn drop giggling all the while like it was one huge joke!

*****

It felt like it was getting colder, and the wind had increased. He was shivering violently even though any movement, when standing still, was strictly verboten! He tried to see where she was, but without physically moving, he couldn’t, nor did he want to draw attention to himself. If he moved without permission, Kelly would punish him that he did know, while shivering might go ignored!

She slowly walked into view, still talking, still giggling away, the phone held tight to her ear while he was forgotten for the moment—another one of her vast circle of friends, no doubt. Popular girl, but did they know, did they even guess what the little sadist was like! He surreptitiously shuffled around a little more as she passed him until his narrow range of vision allowed him to see the house again. Maybe Becky and Sarah did; young Janine certainly did if what he’d heard was true. However, that seemed to have started off fairly innocently before descending into bullying and sexual assault!

That reminded him of daddy and his little deposits! Unfortunately, it hadn’t been a one-off either with the bastard. Mummy seemed to lead a very active social and professional life and was frequently away on medical courses or trips to Paris, Rome or the Spanish sun with the girls! On the other hand, Daddy didn’t like flying and so stayed home. ‘Mummy is so lucky to share a bed with someone like daddy’, Kelly had mused aloud while repeating the syringe exercise after the second occasion. “It must be so satisfying for someone like her, for both of them, in fact! I shall have to find my own version of daddy sometime, I expect” then she’d laughed and patted him on his bottom and added. “Who knows, maybe I’ll also go away a lot as well, and so this blistered rumpy pumpy will have a new friend to accommodate one day!”

She hadn’t bothered giving him the syringe treatment on the third occasion he’d been led to that hated bench by her bastard father. No, that session had taken a very different turn that afternoon, virtually capping every humiliation he’d suffered up to that point. Nor had it just been her bastard father who’d been ‘entertained’!  

He’d suspected he was due another session when the little bitch’s mother popped into the stable one morning as he was being fed. He’d looked up, briefly sensing more than seeing her arrive and caught only the briefest glimpse before Kelly firmly pushed his head back into his feeding bowl. The woman was wearing that beige business suit again, full warpaint, and he could smell her perfume even with his nose stuck in the depths of his greasy bowl. 

Daddy’s just putting my luggage in the car. I know it is early but getting through security at that airport is always a nightmare, so be good, darling. I’ll call as soon as I get to the hotel.”

“Bye mummy, enjoy the trip. Say hi to the girls for me ” He heard them kiss, and then Kelly added. “Try not to have too many wild nights, and do stop Helen from having an accident with a fountain this time! Have you checked if they will let you all back in the country?”

Her mother laughed. “Not so much a case of accidentally falling as leaping in with both feet. It was sweltering that evening, and… Phew, does it always smell like that?”

Kelly laughed. “You mean Trooper or his morning feed?”

A hand snatched his bowl away, banging his head in the process. He heard a muttered expression of disgust accompanied by a giggle from Kelly, and then the bowl was replaced, and a hand, owner unknown, forced his head down again.

“Every last morsel”, Kelly said from behind, “No excuses. I put a lot of thought into his feed, and it’s very healthy. Horrible but healthy” she giggled again.

“Well, nothing to do with me, and it does seem awful enough to be healthy! Be good, and I’ll see you in ten days' time. Look after daddy for me. Bye, Honey” 

His tongue had ceased lapping at that point, frozen. Ten days and he knew it would happen again at least once and maybe even twice, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to prevent it. There wasn’t a thing he could do to avoid anything they wished happening come to that, was there? 

The randy bastard was having his usual ‘seconds’ when he noticed her. The guy had a routine that rarely varied, and after seven previous sessions of receiving ‘Daddy’s little deposits,’ he’d a rough idea as to just when the bastard would be delivering the goods. They were past the slow, deep penetrating in and out stage, maybe halfway through the more vigorous but thankfully less deeply penetrating in and out stage. Then finally would come the grunting, frantic burst of energy as he bounced painfully up and down on the bench until Daddy emptied the last of his seed deep into his tortured rectum.

It was partly the way the bench was positioned and him twisting his head from one side to the other in a futile attempt to alleviate the way his body was being slammed repeatedly into the thin leather covering when he saw her. Kelly was leaning on the doorpost with an indulgent smile on her pretty face. As his eyes opened wide in horror and acute embarrassment, she raised one finger to her lips in the universal gesture of silence. Then she lowered her little pink backpack to the ground, crossed her arms and stood watching that same smile seemingly fixed upon her pretty face.

He felt his face going scarlet with shame which was odd given how many humiliations he’d suffered at Kelly’s hands since she’d ripped that golden cloth off his head that morning. Even her gesture was pointless, he realised, turning his face away. Her daddy knew damn well his little girl was standing there calmly watching him sodomise another man thanks to the nearest big mirror Kelly had dragged in one day.

There were two of them but not a matched pair. Huge old ungainly looking things on wooden frames, both tarnished with numerous black spots where the silver had fallen away. One of them sporting a long thin crack from top to bottom. Kelly had bid on them he gathered at an auction while attending a large country house clearance sale with her parents. ‘Big horrible ugly things’, she’d told her mother and then giggled, adding, ‘unlike cute little me. Something to brighten up my Troopers Day, bring a little extra into his dull life!’

That’s why she bought them, of course. Not so much for his benefit but for her vanity and to add to his humiliation and frustration. Kelly might have been young, but she was neither naive nor stupid. Whereas before, all he’d been able to see when he was suffering one of her ‘tedious’ but all too frequent ‘remedial sessions’ was the old brick wall. Now, unless he closed his eyes, he had a technicolour view of his sadistic teenage owner in all her ‘extra cuteness’, her term not his, as she enthusiastically applied yet another ‘obedience lesson’ to her helpless pony!

Keeping his eyes closed was not an option. The blasted mirrors worked both ways. Not only could he see the savage little temptress dressed or undressed to kill, or torture in his case. Kelly could also see him, and not looking at her when she was correcting his latest silly behaviour was another cardinal sin on her long list! On the other hand, her father wasn’t the least bothered, so he mostly kept them closed throughout the humiliating encounter. 

Opening them had been a mistake. He could see her standing there with that amused smile on her face as his body bounced back and forth under that terrible pounding in his rear. Daddy must have also seen her via the mirror, but the bastard never missed a beat, and he had to suffer that degrading assault for another five minutes and more before the guy emptied his balls for the second time that afternoon. 

They’d been so bloody casual about it as well! As used to the humiliation and the incredibly bizarre situation as he was,  this one had shocked him to the core. He’d watched and felt the guy withdraw from his abused anus, wipe the end of his large dick with one hand then wipe his thick fingers on his bruised rump. Daddy had pulled up his pants, buckled his belt and calmly walked to the open door.

Kelly had straightened up, “First, second or third of the day, Daddy?” she’d laughed.

The bastard hadn’t even said a word. He’d just held up two fingers and grunted as he disappeared from view, and Kelly had laughed again. Then his voice floated back, “How come you're back so early! You skiving off again, missie, you know how much that place costs us per term?”

“Oh, don’t be such a grumpy scrooge. I had a double free then netball practise, nothing major, so don’t fret! Jilly’s going to cover for me. Tell Miss Agnew I wasn‘t feeling too good if she gets fussy, but I doubt she’ll even notice. I caught the one o'clock bus and then walked, so I expect I got enough exercise doing that as I would prancing about the court. I have an overdue essay that I must finish for tomorrow, and I might need Trooper's help to provide some inspiration!” 

He missed the rest of the conversation, only catching the bit about her essay as she presumably hurried after her father, but he wasn’t alone for long. A moment later, she was back, pausing just long enough to bend down and lift his chin to look him in the eyes. “No time to feed you sticky stinkies today, Boy. Homework overdue!” she giggled and patted him on the head.

Kelly crossed to her desk, busying herself with various books and connecting her laptop to the huge widescreen monitor. “Maybe later if my little grey cells are cooperative. I just hope you and Daddy can hold the noise down and don’t disturb my creative flow. The randy bastard’s almost certain to be back for a third helping. Mummy sometimes says no if she is no longer in the mood, but that’s not the case with you, Boy!   Oh, I nearly forgot!”

He watched as she got up, selected a long whippy cane from her toy rack, and hung it from the side of her desk as she sat down again. “Let’s hope my little grey cells are in a cooperative mood, eh Trooper? Otherwise, I may need to take one of those little breaks seeking inspiration!” she looked over at him and smiled. “Or several! Amazing how your howls always seem to do the trick, isn’t it!” she giggled, turning back to her keyboard. “Quite amazing. Now, if only I could write an essay on the training of stubborn stupid stallions!”.

A loud crack followed by a second brought him back to the present. Kelly had wandered quite a long way and was returning absently, cracking her whip in empty air. He watched her approach, swinging her arm and snapping her whip, knowing precisely where and what she would use to make the final crack. She always did as a ‘little reminder’ when she reached him after an extended break, nor would it be against empty air!