The Widower

The door in front of John would have looked impressive in any Victorian prison. Black metal, with multiple bolts that could be shot to lock it shut, with a pair of access hatches set into it at head height and towards the floor.

Marie pulled on the top of the two hatches, then flicked on a switch placed to the right hand side of the door. 'Take a look,' she said, stepping to one side.

The cell behind the hatch was bathed in the light of a single bulb, set high in the ceiling. There was no bed, no chair, nothing for comfort at all. Close to the back wall, which was only 10 feet away, he reckoned, was Luci.

She was facing away from the door, curled up, so he couldn't see her face. What John could see was a head of honey blonde hair, a well muscled back with a tattoo of a compass rose between her shoulder blades. She had a collar around her neck, and John could see a chain going from it to the wall. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and John could see a wide metal belt around her waist, with a strip of metal going down between the cheeks of her arse.

'Is that a..'

Marie anticipated the question. 'A chastity belt? Yes. Remember, orgasms need to be earned.' She pointed to a stop valve set into a pipe running vertically by the door. 'Turn that on, it's time to wake up sleeping beauty here.'

John reached for the valve, guessing at what would happen. Sure enough, as soon as it was turned, a shower in the ceiling of the cell turned on, and the chained woman in the cell in front of home started to struggle, as a rain of cold water dropped onto her. He watched as Luci pushed herself into her knees, then stood, moaning behind the gag all the time, backing herself to the wall opposite the door, facing it.

From the front, John could see how Luci could be compared to Lesley. The same small high breasts, the taut abs, the long muscled legs. He could see she had an oval face, surrounded by now wet hair, and her mouth was held open by a red ball, strapped in place.

Marie reached for the valve, turning it off. 'Let's see what mood she is in now...' she said, pulling back on the bolts holding the door closed. 'There's a fridge around the corner. There should be a bottle of a green liquid in there. Can you bring it?'

The bottle was exactly where Marie said it was, and by the time John had brought it back, Marie had the Luci released from both the cuffs and the gag, and Luci was my massaging her jaw.

'Who's that? Luci's accent wasn't English, Mid Atlantic, he thought.

'This is Master John. He'll be observing your training today.'

'Huh... Can I have that bottle, John?'

'That's Master John,' said Marie.

'Master John...' The sarcasm was obvious, and John had to turn his head so she couldn't see his grin. She was certainly mouthy.

He passed it over, and got a 'Thank you,' which he was certain he wouldn't have got if Marie hadn't been glaring at Luci. This was going to be an interesting day.

-*-

'You can see it, can't you?' Marie guestured at the scene in front of them

Luci was in front of them, running round and round a circle on a sandy floor. She was wearing nothing except a collar, to which was attached a line that dangled down from an arm above her head, that came out from a central mechanism. The thing was designed to keep a pony moving at a rate set by the arm, or risk stumbling. Luci had been running now at the same pace for over 30 minutes, and apart from a sheen of sweat, looked like she could carry on like that for a good few hours more.

'Yeah, she's running inside herself.' He turned to Marie. 'I think she's bored.'

Marie raised an eyebrow. 'Bored? Go on, Mr Pony Trainer..'

John ignored the sarcasm. 'She's very much like Lesley. She loved running, but loved finding someone she could 'race' against, even if that person didn't know it was a race. She'd cond back from those runs absolutely dying to tell me about that, even moreso if the person gave her a run for her money.'

Marie nodded, but still looked sceptical. 'So...:

'So put her up against Joanne. Harness them, give them carts to pull, and let them race along the paths you took me on yesterday.'

'But Luci there has never pulled a cart, she won't win.'

'No, and you can punish her when she doesn't win, but you can then offer a rematch. I reckon she'll train like hell then.'

'Hmm....' Marie looked thoughtful. 'There is a training rig we could fit her with, and get her used to a cart today.'

She grinned. 'It might be worth a try...'