A Tale Of Two Families

Chapter 16

Eva looked down thoughtfully at the expensive chunky watch on her slim tanned wrist. Plenty of time. Her mother wasn't expected back till late afternoon at the earliest, and Alice was away meeting with Jenny. That stupid bitch who would have been far better off spending her time on holiday in Majorca or Tenerife along with the rest of the common herd rather than poking her silly nose into things around here. Well, she'd soon be paying a very high price for her curiosity, and it would be Eva herself chiefly that would be handing her that particular bill, and she fully intended that it would cost the inquisitive bitch big time! A pound of flesh would be cheap in comparison to the price she would extract!

A particularly large stone on the path caught her eye, and she absently swung a pink trainer at it without really noticing the act. Her mind was preoccupied with ticking off a list of security details as it wasn't often that she was the one left in 'sole charge' of their little 'empire'. The pebble shot off at a tangent, landing well away from where she'd intended, but she never noticed. Another sign she supposed that she was growing older, trusting the 'baby' of the family with much more responsibility.

The alarms were all set. Everything A-OK with lights winking green. Alice had fed the dogs and ponies earlier, and they were all secured in their respective stalls. She'd just paid a brief visit to the kennels and now headed toward the stable building to make doubly sure and to add a touch of extra devilry to the occupants' miserable existence. If they expected her to take charge they could hardly begrudge her a little extra fun, could they?

Also, in part to acclimatise herself now that she anticipated spending a lot more time in the stable building. OK, so it stank, but like her mother and sister, she was beginning to appreciate that distinct smell and the thrill that went with it. The pungent aroma of helpless captive human animals, debased, degraded and de-humanised animals. Two-legged equines, once free human beings reduced to the level of dumb, helpless beasts, condemned by fate to live amidst the stench and squalor partly produced from their own bodies.

Shit, sweat, piss and sawdust along with stale air, leather tack and over by the wet area, pungent disinfectant mingled with a particular odour of stale blocked drain and yet more shit! Quite a contrast to the pink-hued over scented boudoir come live-in wardrobe that sissified bitch Girlie lived in back in the house or the clinical spartan runs occupied by the hounds over in the kennels. The latter was at least free of animal crap because those dogs were trained to only go in certain areas and then only at certain times of the day.

She'd left Girlie back in the kitchen not quite chained to the kitchen sink but hobbled and securely attached via a length of chain to a substantial nearby water pipe. That would keep the little cocksucker secure and out of trouble along with the massive pile of ironing she still had to finish. Actually, she'd already done most of it over the past few days, but Eva had had maliciously selected several pieces at random so she could point out a lot of non-existent faults. Girlie had then had her face bitch slapped a couple of times for being so damn useless and ordered to do it all again once she'd collected it off the floor and from all the nearby places where her young Mistress had thrown and kicked the various garments. 

So, what if she had to rewash some of it, the machines were ready to hand weren't they? That would keep her busy till the evening when no doubt her returning lord and master would immediately drag her upstairs where he would use her male pussy to relieve him of the stresses of the journey!

Once in the stables, she concentrated her attention on the male ponies. A few more days and she fully anticipated having her personal filly to play with, and that promised to be a whole new and life-enriching experience; for her anyway! The male ponies were alright in their way, but she knew that owning a big strong young filly would be so much more fun. Fun and pleasure for her and so delightfully degrading and demeaning for her chosen animal.

Looking around the old stable, she tried to imagine how she would feel if the situations were reversed. God, it was unthinkable, no unimaginable, hideous. To be one of those wretched tamed beasts standing there silently waiting on the pleasure of its owner. Standing in straw, dirt and sawdust soiled by your own damn shit, rendered dumb and helpless with only a nose bag or trough of yucky mush to look forward to and the possibility of feeling the intense pain of cane, crop or whip at any time.

Sheesh, the boredom, the mindless monotony, the lack of any form of intellectual stimulus, the....sheesh! They must go crazy. How long she wondered? She'd have to ask her mother or maybe her mother's friend Margret. She had a heck of a lot more in her stable apparently so she should know.

A thought occurred to her, causing a momentary frown to crease her pretty deceptively innocent face for a second. Hell, if life were that bad, that tedious, then wouldn't the beasts welcome even the slightest diversion, even those that meant more pain and humiliation? It was an interesting thought and one to ponder on. Her animal was not going to receive one iota of pleasure if she could arrange it so. How then to make an unpleasant change of routine even more uncomfortable for the animal so that the effect of such a change was not neutralised, an interesting conundrum?

Well, she'd have plenty of time to experiment, and from what she'd glimpsed confined under a tight pair of shorts, just the right type of meaty animal rump upon which to experiment. An entertaining thought as she walked over to the row of stalls and flipped open the door to Midnight's narrow enclosure and entered. 

"Hi, there big boy" she giggled, staring up at the huge man. She smiled sweetly at him, tossed her long blond hair a couple of times then hitched her expensive brief cut down denim shorts up another inch or so and ran her hands slowly down the front of her tight skimpy pink ribbed crop top. Her small braless breasts were still developing, but her nipples were already grown woman size, and they were already rock hard and pushing against the tight thin pink material.

"Bet you're pleased to see me, eh boy? Must be so frustrating being shut up in here on your lonesome all day long just waiting on your owners' pleasure. Nothing to do but think about how things might have been if you hadn't been such a randy dumb fucker. Long-time since your Mistress let you shoot your load into that tight little filly next door isn't it?

A thought occurred to her. Uh oh! She'd forgotten the prime rule, hadn't she? It wasn't all that often she came over here, so there was perhaps some excuse, but she'd need to be more careful in future once her visits became a regular occurrence. 'Never, repeat never her mother had once told her, 'get within range of one of these animals without first checking that it was safe to do so!'

Idiot, she told herself and backed up to the open doorway. Yes, a careful glance confirmed that the big brute was suitably restrained. Apart from all the standard harness paraphernalia, a heavy loose-fitting iron collar was around his neck with steel chain running to a substantial lock and eyebolt set in the wall. Also, the usual hobble chain was fastened between his legs. Try as he might the big animal had yet to break free from a single one of its many bindings and restraints let alone the entire lot.

Still, it was excellent advice she reflected. Given her thoughts of a few moments ago and knowing just how callously these creatures were treated, they'd probably kill her on the spot without a second thought, especially this glowering primitive brute. That thought caused a slight shiver to run through her, she wouldn't be by height, build, or weight provide the slightest challenge for even the most lightweight pony stabbed there. Even that pretty little filly in the next stall could probably summon up the strength to quickly overpower her, fat swollen belly notwithstanding!

That thought disappeared as quickly as it had occurred. A significant part of her fun in coming over here was to enjoy that delicious feeling of power she could exercise over these unique animals. Despite her age and diminutive size, she relished the absolute authority and control she could wield over these wretched creatures. Oh, how she looked forward to being able to do the same regularly to that big bitch soon to be saddled and helpless between her thighs and feeling the relentless touch of her riding crop.

Safe to approach the big beast she did so teasingly smoothing down her top again and running her tongue lasciviously over her glossed lips. "Mmmm Midnight, so like I said, long time no see. How's that big pecker of yours my sisters got locked up? Bet its hungry for some nice sweet pussy eh boy?" She smirked up at him and then down to the substantial black organ bent and shrunk, securely locked into its stainless-steel cage.

Mute growls sounded from his tightly bitted mouth, and his large frame shook with the usual rage he showed his tormentors. He glared down at her his red-rimmed eyes flashing anger, hate and worse but doubly impotent there was nought he could do but mutely growl and shake his enormous body in frustration at his petite young tormentor. Even so, he couldn't help himself twitching as primal nature kicked in she was a very attractive sexy young miss.

The brief movement didn't escape her. Eva laughed delightedly. "Ooooh, so who's a naughty boy then? This was why she loved the male ponies so much. Her sexuality was developing very rapidly, and her repertoire of personal entertainment had moved on from merely enjoying the spectacle of those that screamed and suffered under her mother's punishing 'stick' to using such herself. Thence onto the infinitely more enjoyable and satisfying use of fingers, vibrator or better by far, unwilling tongue. Hapless tongues that had no choice but to seek out and lap upon that super-sensitive spot buried deep beneath the patch of downy crotch hair between her legs. Almost as enjoyable was the knowledge that such pleasure was entirely one way and the power to tease titillate and deny so added to her orgasmic delights.

Such simple sensual pleasure was not for any of these animals. Her mother's old slags might occasionally be permitted to 'get off' as the bitches writhed beneath her pumping strapon like helpless fluttering butterflies pinned down by a ruthless collector, but such pleasure was rare. To her knowledge, no male cock was ever freed from confinement to relish such pleasures nor enjoy that final brief moment of ecstasy as it shed its foul slimy load before shrinking back to a less proud stance. Nor had any female pony ever cum insofar as she knew while being shafted by her sister, Alice was far too cruel and careful to allow that pleasure to any of them.

The only exceptions had been Midnight and Moonglow, and they'd both paid the price for their climaxes. Alice had let the huge brute rape, no that wasn't the right term, was it. Well, it was technically correct Eva supposed given that the girl had no choice as they'd all watched her sister skilfully steer that huge, desperate, eager twitching black shaft into the little filly's helpless cunt. She remembered watching with fascination as it slid slowly into that tight hole as the little bitch shrieks shook the dust off the rafters above!

God that had made her randy. She'd spent the next couple of nights experimenting with ever-larger dildos on herself as she thought back upon how that huge cock must have felt slowly pushing into that tight hole. Covered. That was the right word for it wasn't it. Alice had allowed her prize stallion to 'cover' the filly. Five times she'd been shafted. Three times that first night and then again twice a week later before Alice called a halt. That second time the little filly had changed her tune a bit so that she was screaming with pleasure for part of the ordeal as that big cock both punished and pleasured.

She briefly wondered how Midnight felt about it. Alice had, of course, flogged the hide off him on the days following. No pleasure without pain! The beatings had been brutal even by her sisters' standards, and the filly hadn't been spared either. Would Midnight be prepared to go through that again she wondered just for the pleasure of 'getting his rocks off' for a few precious moments? She suspected that the randy beast would jump at the chance. Filthy primitive animal!

Dicks, pricks, cocks, call them what you will? It wasn't as though she was a stranger to them or their uses nor had been from a young age. Bedroom doors were never locked and frequently not even closed nor was such activity exclusively confined to bedrooms in her house. Inhibition never bothered her seniors overmuch though Alice was a bit different. None of them could be described as being prudish. How many times had she seen that randy bastard who shared her mother's bed bend one of his sissy bitches over a chair and plunge his huge cock into a tight squirming asshole she wondered? Her mother was hardly any better with the old bags she seemed to favour, at least Alice preferred to amuse herself in private a trait that she was also following for the moment. Maybe she'd be less inhibited when she was older, or perhaps not?

"Pleased to see me then big boy?" She giggled, pointing down at the man's groin.

Checking once more that he was secured she moved forward and reached down with a small hand to cup the immense freely dangling black ball sac. Her little hand wasn't nearly big enough, and they overlapped her palm, delighting her with the heavyweight and velvety feel. He jumped slightly and backed away as best he could mutely growling with anger through his bitted mouth.

"Stand, stand still you brute" she shouted at him in sudden resentment and anger. How dare the animal back away at her touch? How dare it! It should know by now that such actions were not permitted in this household if she or anyone else wanted to touch, feel, fondle, squeeze then they could and would with impunity. It was not the place of any animal or slave to object; indeed, they should offer themselves so that their owners could enjoy the absolute mastery they exercised over the ungrateful creatures!

"If I want to touch your fucking useless dick and balls I will" she screamed at him "so stand fucking still animal!" She glared up at the big man who towered so loftily over her, so tall, so muscled, so angry and yet so totally helpless. Who needed a bloody dick anyway when you could virtually orgasm just by exercising your power over these fucking animals? She might experiment in the future, but for now, she had not the slightest interest nor desire to allow some sweaty male beast to lay on top of her and shove his cock up her vagina.

"It's not the size of the boat that counts" Her best friend had told her once. "It's the motion in the ocean" They'd both laughed at that. Well her friend had sampled a couple of boats and confided that she'd not been overly impressed by the voyages. Eva had to-date declined all offers of going boating, but her fingers, vibrator and more recently a couple of submissive tongues had provided plenty of motion in her very private soft little ocean.

Sometimes she wondered if that made her a lesbian, but then she'd never fancied girls either had she? Well, other than that crush upon that cute gym and netball teacher trainee they'd had two terms ago. Maybe she'd get one of her mother's old bitches to go down on her one day for the fun of it, just like she'd started experimenting in the kennels and with Girlie. It was as much about having that power over someone else to make them debase themselves at her command and for her sexual satisfaction as in the act itself. Both were equally enjoyable and complemented each other to ensure that she enjoyed such massive and satiating climaxes. Bacon and egg, she thought, no, more like strawberries and cream, a much better metaphor. In this exclusive little private hedonistic universe created by her mother, the mathematics of sheer pleasure ensured that one and one did add up to a very enjoyable three or even four!

She put her hands on her hips, looked up and stared the hostile creature confidently in the eyes without flinching, loving the hate and loathing she saw there and was there something else, lust perhaps? No. Well there damn well ought to be she was a cute sexy, good-looking little package wasn't she. Shit, she'd even gone to the trouble of adding a light dusting of makeup and several generous dabs of her favourite perfume. Her whole purpose in coming to the stable in the first place was to goad and stimulate the hapless male ponies held captive and presumably frustrated continuously. Eunuchs in all but name but yet not so. Far better than eunuchs she mused, no point in teasing and titillating if there was nothing left to react to the teasing and titillation!

That thought brought her back to her prospective ponygirl for a moment. Would she utilise the animals' tongue in the same pleasurable way that she had so recently started indulging in with Fido and now Girlie? No, she decided immediately. Too intimate, no too much a human-like activity. No, she would keep her distance and thus maintain her supreme authority. Maybe she'd join Alice in her rutting pleasures; she'd promised her sister regular access anyway. Yes. She'd watch the first few times; she'd never seen Alice in action as she always kept such things private. 

Too bad, it would be with her pony so her rules so she'd have to accept an audience for this one. Yes, her and perhaps Fido so that he could put that energetic tongue of his to work entertaining her while his long-legged cousin became thoroughly acquainted with the deep touch of Alice's collection of 'stallions'.

Another wicked thought crossed her perverted little mind. Perhaps she could practise first to be more accomplished when she gave her pony a touch of her stallion. Use the bitching bench in the kennel block maybe? Strap Fido down tight and fuck him good and hard. She grinned. Maybe give the useless mutt a choice, either entertain her or one of the enormous guard dogs? She laughed aloud; she knew for sure which he would choose. But afterwards? She laughed again.

A couple of good sessions and then onto that lanky legged bitch. The mental image caused a shudder to run through her petite frame. That was what she wanted and been dreaming about for a while. A nice big strong, healthy filly just a few years older then she was and not just any old nag. No, she wanted a good looking one with plenty of stamina not some ugly clapped out old carthorse mare! Oh, the sheer thrill of turning her step by step into an obedient fearful ponygirl ever ready (if unwilling) to submit to the demands of her young owner. How would that ponygirl feel to know she was destined to spend her life as an animal, an animal owned, trained and ridden whenever her young mistress felt like it.

Mmmm. She smiled at the evil thought. That was why she was so set on having a filly rather than a male pony. It was something she'd thought about for a long time. Perhaps one day she'd have a male pony, maybe even a huge stallion like this brute. She could imagine the satisfaction her sister must feel in having captured, restrained and partly trained the helpless colossus before her. Well, such entertainment could be reserved for the future. For now, just visiting and getting a 'twitch' from the incarcerated dumb beasts dicks was fun and then you could…now that was a twitch too far! 

“Filthy perverted beast” Eva snarled taking a step closer to the helpless captive who towered above her. So strong, so masculine, so magnificent, so enraged but also so entirely and utterly helpless. Muscle bound and colossal as he was and raging with wild, uncontrollable anger; the restraints his mistress had placed upon him rendered him as helpless and dependent as a two-year-old toddler. 

Eva giggled delightedly at that thought, how would he look in plastic baby pants and a pretty pink bonnet secured in her buggy? She smirked up at him, her tongue moistening her lips painted lips as she flaunted herself before him tugging down her tight skimpy crop top a little. Her aroused braless nipples became even more prominent under the thin material. 

Eva performed a quick pirouette, hips sashaying from side to side as she did so. Her left hand reached up and slowly massaged her left breast through the thin material while her right disappeared down the front of her abbreviated shorts as she faced him again. A sexy diminutive scantily clad David before the colossal impotent bulk of a raging Goliath!

"You really should have learned to control your primitive animal instincts by now donkey!" She snapped and shook her head sadly. "No respect for your owners' cute little sister. None at all. I take the trouble to come in here to say hello, and what do you do?" Her voice rose to a shriek of simulated rage. "You try and get a filthy fucking hardon you stupid useless dumb oversexed animal."

Eva fell silent, still absently stimulating her crotch as a thought occurred to her. Alice had already left on her errand and so... well what she didn't know about wouldn't hurt, would it? Well, probably not her anyway. She might get a rollicking but nothing physical whereas Midnight? Alice might want to take her inevitable temper out on something! Alice would be sure to notice a fresh set of weal's on his rump but elsewhere, say somewhere or something that she rarely bothered with! Why not? Why not indeed make the punishment fit the crime!

Midnight eyed her warily and shuffled backwards a foot or so using all the leeway his stout bindings allowed. He knew what would come next. In weather forecast terms, a mild sunny day was out. The immediate forecast in his vicinity was not likely to be even sunshine and showers. Still, perhaps a very short light sprinkle and not a heavy thunderstorm, but he was not hopeful. 

This little bitch didn't have the strong tireless 'tennis arm' of her sister. Still, he knew from bitter experience that it was as much about the chosen implement anyway as sheer muscle power - that and the target area selected! 

His eyes widened, and he gave a silent moan against his bit. Eva smiled sweetly at him then reached up and unhooked a short, thin whippy whalebone rod with a leather-covered handgrip from its place on the wall. She briefly sniffed at the implement - the delicious smell of leather, leather and a sudden aroma of fear. Her eyes sparkled with malicious glee.

"Now then animal" She purred. "Remember the fun evening we had recently, just the three of us, you, me and big sis. You were pretty cocky, were you not at first? The big brave, tough guy, no way you would be afraid of little Eva when big sis gave me free rein! No pun intended, eh ponyboy? As I recall by the end of our little soiree you were a damn sight less cocky were you not! Even shit yourself as I remember, Eva sniggered as she flexed the rod.

“I think Mr Dick Dick down there so sweetly curled up in his little iron cage won’t be feeling quite so...quite so frisky when he feels this across his exposed head a few times" She smiled briefly then snarled. "Maybe after I've set your dick and balls on fire animal you will show me a little more respect next time I visit, eh boy?"

She aimed thinking again of her sisters' probable ire. "You really ought to be grateful to me boy for concealing this itty bit of much-needed correction from her view. Think positive. Twitch like that a bit too much when she's around, and she might cut the damn things off!".

The thin rod slashed down and bit into soft, very soft flesh. Midnight hadn't fully understood what she meant and couldn't have cared less at that moment as he leapt in his bonds or tried to in his agony, screaming mutedly against the hard bit in his mouth as the ferocious pain deprived him of thought and reason.

*****

"Did you enjoy yourself last night dear, playing bum fucky-fucky all night long with that cute blonde 'my little pony boy' Margret was kind enough to lend you?

The first part of their journey home had been conducted in silence, but they were now back in the car having stopped briefly for breakfast at a sleazy transport café. A very early start had meant skipping breakfast bar a hasty coffee over their goodbyes, and despite the somewhat rundown slovenly interior of the establishment the green local authority sign on the door had reassuringly given it four out of five stars for hygiene. The heaped platters of food had also been more than generous content-wise for the price.

He was still in something of a sour mood from the unanticipated hurried awakening before dawn to be informed of a plan change. He grunted assent and absently scratched at his crotch then chuckled. "He was adequate, well maybe better than that, those dammed tails you lot use makes them far too loose for my taste. Anyway, I'll bet that's the first time he's been laid flat on his back in yonks although I don't think he appreciated it all that much! Margret told me it would be the first time he's been shafted by a guy!”

"Mmmm" Patricia responded. "Well, tails are something these animals have to get used to as well as staying on their feet. Margret tends to be a lot more ridged with that than I am. I use standing 24/7 as a punishment, whereas she only lets the beasts lie down as a reward."

"Some reward!"

"Maybe I should put you in harness for a few days and let you stand on your hoofs all the time and then you can judge for yourself if it's a reward?" Patricia laughed.

He shivered. 'God,' he thought to himself, he wouldn't put that past the bitch if he ever truly pissed her off. Yes, jeez she scared him at times, and he knew only too well how casually cruel she could be. Plus, that bitch of a daughter of hers, Alice, she would be only too happy to assist and see him incarcerated in one of the stalls he suspected. Time, he decided for an abrupt change of subject.

"So," he asked, "You and Alice fully intend going through with what you told me earlier, no second thoughts?"

Patricia pursed her lips for a moment then slammed her palm down hard on the horn button as a large truck flashed past that she thought was too near the centre line. It wasn't, but she was. She shook her head.

"None whatsoever. You know I need a new bitch and from what I saw auntie would do quite nicely plus Eva has got her heart set on that filly. You may have enjoyed yourself last night, but my little playmate was a bit too young for my tastes plus there was no spark left, Margret must have beaten every last bit of resistance out of the bitch. Way too tame and compliant!"

"Well, can't say I'm surprised. That dwarf-sized pal of yours scares the shit out of me! I go to pieces with just one glance in my direction so for those that are in her 'tender' care 24/7, sheesh!"

"Don't be nasty. Anyway, Margret isn’t that bad, well ok, maybe she is" Patricia admitted after a moments reflection.

He kept silent on that point. He remembered the last time Margret had visited them for a few days. He'd said something one evening that she hadn't found amusing, not all that hard as she seemed to have little or no sense of humour. She had merely looked at him coldly for a second or two, then turned to Patricia.

"You know darling I have a business acquaintance, a young Arab Prince into the pony racing scene of course. In the bedroom, he prefers well-endowed mature men for his pleasure. He has a couple of sexy but rather vicious transsexual bodyguards, very well developed in all areas. He likes to watch them slowly beat some poor soul to a pulp, repeatedly rape the victim and then have the broken wretch crawl to his feet and beg to suck his new masters' cock. I hear that he keeps anything up to a dozen on hand so that there is at least one creature who's sufficiently recovered enough to provide fresh entertainment and amusement for him when the mood takes him."

She'd turned back to look at him with that chilling glint in her eyes. "I promised that I'd keep an eye out for suitable toys and of course he's mega-rich....all that gas and oil, so if you ever wanted to.....?" Her voice trailed off as she left the question hanging, but they all knew to whom she was referring.

Patricia had just laughed wickedly. "Umm, maybe one day I might just ask you for his phone number" She'd laughed again and winked at him.

He hadn't liked that wink. Not then and not now. "Anyway, on the subject to hand, you're proposing to go for two birds with one stone, so to speak. I still think it's a bit risky, more than a bit maybe we should wait a while."

His wife shook her head. "No can do. Things are falling nicely into place, and they aren't likely to do that again, not with this particular pair. Alice was quite right; she immediately recognised the opportunity and has already set the wheels in motion. Last time you took five birds with one stone as I recall."

"Yeah" he agreed, "but the circumstances were a lot different."

"How so?"

"Well, for one thing, it was an unexpected, unique opportunity, and we did it in one quick hit. Grabbed the entire family in one go. Quick and clean. Poof, they disappeared into thin air. This time it's less unique; two people from the same family also disappear as well, too much of a coincidence, way too much. The authorities are going to take note big time not to mention the media; those blood-sucking nosey vampires will be sniffing all over the damn area for months!"

"Maybe".

He snorted. "Maybe nothing. I know how those media motherfuckers operate".

"Well then sweetie, as soon as we get back I suggest you double-check all of our security systems then. Make sure all the batteries are ok, and everything is one hundred per cent online, tickety-boo and A-OK. That way we will get no sudden nasty surprises will we" She told him sweetly.

"Oh, I'll do that, alright. Not even a fucking mouse will get through our net."

"Hmmm. Forget mice dear, concentrate on making damn sure that we can see Dracula and his fellow blood-sucking minions visible in the mirrors or in our case, the monitors should they get too interested in our little part of the world. No vampire scoops!

"Trust me".

"Good" she turned to smile at him. "It would be so inconvenient to have to put plan B into action".

"Plan B?"

The smile disappeared. "The one where we all have to do a hasty exit stage left and start afresh somewhere else....and of course Alice, Eva and myself would need somebody to keep us amused" she paused. "Somebody close to hand to play our nasty little games with till we acquired suitable replacements. Maybe we could even all stay at Margret's place; I'm sure she would love to join in!"

He caught the look in her eye and swallowed hard.

She switched her gaze back to the road. "So, I wouldn't fuck anything up if I were you, sweetie-pie!"

*****

Just like the old proverb, Alice thought. Taking candy from a baby as she confidently steered the small hatchback along the narrow country lanes. Dumb expression, why would you give a baby candy anyway she wondered. Yes, she would have preferred it to have been dark, but you couldn't have everything, and the rest had gone so swimmingly smoothly. Anyway, she'd be home in ten minutes, and since leaving town, she'd passed precisely three cars, one van, two elderly cyclists and a tractor. She very much doubted if anyone in a few weeks would ever remember seeing the small non-descript car anyway. Goodness, there was a zillion like it on the roads anyway weren't there?

A phone call to set up the meeting. Gosh, the stupid bitch had been so eager that she'd abandoned her original idea of doing what her mother had suggested. What the military would have probably called 'a reconnaissance in-depth' or something similar and gone prepared to go straight in for the kill instead.

A few hours earlier she'd hit the red phone symbol on her mobile to end the call, then remained deep in thought for a few minutes absently watching Girlie clearing away the breakfast dishes as her devious mind churned things over. The idea had come to her halfway through the conversation. Would it work? Why not? She could leave her own car in the seafront car park for the day couldn't she and walk from there. Come back with someone else later to collect it? 

What would her mother say? Loose ends....no she couldn't see any not from what she’d been told. Maybe some would become apparent later on when they met, and she got a better feel for things but for now? Nothing to stop her being prepared was there, and she would have time to run over things in her mind on the drive to town, she made her mind up. She could always back out couldn't she, say there had to be a change of plan, something else come up?

Indecision was something that Alice rarely experienced. "You, bitch!" she suddenly snapped at the startled Girlie who regarded the finger-pointing at her with genuine fear in his heavily made-up eyes'. "As soon as you have finished here girl go and find Madam Eva and tell her that you are reporting for punishment. Your stocking seams are all to hell slut. One I will allow as an accident but the back of both legs look like the blueprint for a damn switchback!"

Girlie curtsied obediently and nodded acquiescently "Yes Madam Alice. I will report immediately the moment after I dry and put away the last dish".

Alice sneered. "Of course, you will you slovenly slut and tell my sister I expect to see the results of her corrective treatment on your fat lazy rump when I return, and they had better be prominent and obvious. You understand bitch?"

Girlie swallowed hard and curtsied again. "Yes, Madam Alice, prominent and obvious".

She regarded the broken cowering youth for a moment savouring the power she held over the miserable cringing sissified creature, a cruel half-smile on her face. "Yeah" she added after a moment. "I'd put some emphasis on that last part if I were you bitch, you wouldn't want me to add a second dose when I get back if I feel little sis was a bit too lenient would you?"

Girlie shuddered with genuine terror. "No, madam Alice".

Alice regarded him for another prolonged period. The little bit of cock fodder was shaking with fear literally shaking. Her stepdad had got this useless little bit of man fluff spot on. He/she wasn't even worth a place in her stable or kennel No doubt when that big dicked pratt got bored with him, or her mother decided his time was up he'd get sold to another 'real man'. She smirked. Heck, with his youthful looks and figure the pathetic little cocksucker probably had at least twenty years of swallowing sperm to look forward to, maybe even more!

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the remaining dishes on the table, smiling again as he instantly responded. 'Mmmm' she reminded herself. I must stop thinking of the fluffy little bitch as he then she immediately forgot about the little faggot and turned back to the main item on the days' agenda.

The bitch had taken milk with her coffee she recalled from that brief earlier visit she'd paid to the house. Useful. She opened a nearby cupboard to find what she needed. Next, she emptied the contents of a small pill phial into an envelope being careful to write on the exterior what the contents were. Alice was a careful girl, unlike her overly impulsive sister. Then added a little of the powder her mother used when suitable opportunities to acquire 'new stock' presented themselves to the small container along with a little milk and given it a good shake. Bingo. Sleepy, sleepy sleep juice all prepped, and it would ensure that the lanky legged filly's next visit would be for a whole lot longer. Well, she'd been desperate to find her family, so she'd find them, but it would not be the happiest of reunions! Too bad!

*****

"I can't do a refund, not under the agreed terms," the receptionist said immediately but also somewhat hesitantly as if expecting a protest. She was well accustomed to dissatisfied customers and would have changed her job long since had the opportunity arose. Sadly, it hadn't, and jobs were hard to come by in this backward, isolated, rundown little seaside town that she had somehow ended up in along with her prematurely aged, widowed mother. Nor could she leave not while she was chief carer to her mother and getting a job elsewhere might expose them to questions from an increasingly hostile and inquisitive immigration department that would take little account of her mother's debilitating illness.

Jenny smiled. She guessed the women's dilemma, or part of it anyway. The caravan holiday park was, well was pretty crap. Cheap but absolute crap! While the location and exterior shots were correct, she doubted those photos on its website matched any such accommodation on site. The sites swimming pool 'closed for urgent maintenance' had obviously been closed for several seasons. The bar/café/shop complex had not opened since she'd been there and the 'kiddies amusement corner' had a big sign in red letters saying, 'danger keep out'! They hadn't shown the discarded syringes, bottles and used contraceptives littering the rubbish compounds either nor the numerous scruffy deadbeats presumably living off social security who seemed the establishments principle clients!

"It's alright," she told the woman. "I wasn't expecting anything back anyway. I don't know one hundred per cent for sure if I will be leaving today, but I just received a phone call from a friend offering to put me up for a few days, she said she has some more information for me to help with my research. I'm meeting her in town for a coffee, and I'll take it from there. I've already cleared my stuff out and here's the key. You are open till five, aren't you?"

The receptionist nodded relieved that it wasn't yet another complaint from what she considered a 'rare genuine' customer. Nor did she know that she would see a photo in the local newspaper one Sunday morning that looked like, well it did look like and the dates? She would then turn to look at her mother, the walking frame, the pile of pill packages they did not have to pay for in this country. The wretched caravan wasn't much, but it was rent-free as was the electricity and water. It didn't leak, and the heaters worked quite well in the winter. She would sigh, fold the newspaper, not her business and check that her mothers' bed was free from the damp that sometimes crept in. No, not her problem.

"Ok, so if I do change my mind, I'll make sure that I am back before five then and its no big deal to put my stuff back. Not much with me anyway" Jenny laughed. "I'm a rare creature, a girl that always like to travel light." She'd laughed and added. “Or to put it another way I junked most of my stuff when I walked out on a cheating bastard of a boyfriend and had no desire ever to go and collect anything!” 

She grinned at the receptionist and headed out to her car. She'd been on the verge of checking out anyway and finding something a little more upmarket. Well given the state of the place it wouldn't take much to find something a whole lot more upmarket she thought, turning the ignition key.

That same car slowed, took a sharp right and then immediately left onto what was virtually a single-track road.  Alice thought to herself nearly there as she accelerated and then glanced sideways at the figure slumped unconscious in the passenger seat next to her. Have to think where to put this package securely until it would be required. Stable, kennel? Maybe not, she was reasonably sure that her sister and mother would prefer the bitch in a relatively virgin mental state insofar as awareness of what her ultimate fate would be. Half the fun was watching that awful realisation dawn on the hapless creatures.

Her eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror then forward again via another glance at her comatose travelling companion. Nice, she thought to herself, very nice indeed. Better looking than she remembered, tall, muscled, toned and shapely. Yes, decidedly shapely. Her left hand had already strayed from the wheel a couple of times to do some initial exploring.

Eva would want the bitch in as pristine a condition as possible of course; she would be the same if the situation were reversed. Those first few hours with a new animal could be so deliciously entertaining. Entertaining for the beasts new owner anyway. The opposite of course for the animal but then that was the whole point of the exercise. She'd thought about it more than once and realised that she could not even begin to comprehend what it would be like to emerge from a deep unconscious slumber to the frightening reality of a whole new world of pain and humiliation and endless mind-numbing tedium!

She stole another brief sideways glance. What about you filly, she wondered. You seemed quite intelligent; I doubt though that you will welcome the savage cutting bite of your owners' crop, relish the cruel touch of her spurs on your flanks, the burdensome weight on your saddled back as she rides you like the beast you will become? Will that be something you hate and loath, or will it become the highlight of your monotonous day? Maybe a combination of both she giggled and reached out a hand again.

I was slow; she scolded herself. I should have been a bit faster on the draw or maybe should have exercised big sisters' senior priority with this one. Her exploring fingers left that big firm rump and lightly traced over the fawn skinny low-cut top. Yes, very nice indeed. A little on the large side but firm very firm. Firm but also warmly soft with generous nipples as a bonus. A very erotic spectacle to behold when this filly trotted about naked but for her harness leather not to mention being something to get a cruel hold of when vigorously shafting the animal from behind.

Anyway, she consoled herself with the thought that she had frequent 'visiting privileges' and in her, not inconsiderable experience her toys could be a lot crueller than any whip and far more demeaning to the victims writhing on the end of them! This creature was going to give her an awful lot of pleasure, and she suspected it would do so for a long time to come. Mmmm, better make sure Eva doesn't go overboard with this one and limits her growing predilection to be overtly sadistic simply for the sake of it. This one I'm sure will have plenty of spirit, plenty of fight in her so let's keep it like that for as long as possible.

She withdrew the rapacious hand and used it to work the gear lever as she slowed and turned into the lightly overgrown gravelled area before the old wooden gate that led up to the house. She pulled on the handbrake and took a moment to rock the unconscious girls head back and forth and lift one eyelid. Out for a few hours yet she thought as she jumped out to open the double gate. She glared in the direction of a cleverly concealed high tech and costly security camera. Sheesh, why the fuck can't we have an automatic gate and a bloody electronic push-button instead of this climbing in and out of the fucking car every time shit?

Talking about shit that stuff of her mothers was good, and she wondered where it came from and what it was. That had been the trickiest part of the whole operation. She'd met the bitch as her car pulled up just down the road from the café she'd nominated and immediately suggested they get a couple of coffees to go as someone was waiting nearby her mother thought she would want to meet. No, she didn't know why but her mother had said to see this friend of hers who lived not far out of town. Stupid over-eager bitch fell for it and obediently waited in her car while she fetched the drinks, and it had been simple to add the ‘special’ extra milk to her medium latte.

Five minutes later they'd pulled into that remote layby she'd suggested because the driver was starting to feel a little ‘queer'. There was no one around so a couple of minutes later Alice stood by the open passenger door and not without difficulty hauled the unconscious figure over the centre console.  The girl was half in and half out of the car then Alice managed to manoeuvre those oh so long legs into the seat well then thrust the rest of her victim into the place she'd just vacated. 

A quick breather to get her breath back while she rummaged around in her little backpack and another look around the deserted landscape before adding to the new passengers' attire.  Ballgag, handcuffs, ankle straps pulling her legs together, seatbelt pulled tight finally finishing with a very wide-brimmed floppy hat that was far too big but effectively covered her victims face without looking all that odd.

Alice gave her passenger another glance as she regained her seat before driving the last very short stretch. A quiet grunt had attracted her attention. It came again. A soft satisfied little rumble as the latest addition to their stable slept soundly with a curious contented expression on its face. She wondered idly what it was dreaming about? Well dream on pony, enjoy it while you can because your dream will soon turn into your worst nightmare!

A moment later the small vehicle had passed through the now-closed again, innocuous moss clad wooden gate and the car quickly vanished from sight around the first tight bend between two high hedgerows. The last chance any passing casual observer had one been present would have had, for it was destined to vanish now for real along with one of its two occupants! Alas for that unconscious occupant, there was no casual observer to witness her passing.

*****

Revenge, so they always say is a dish best served cold. That might very well be true 'Gertrude' reflected, but porridge was certainly not a dish best served cold. In fact, in her opinion, a dish better not served at all never mind cold or hot, and something she'd never given her family or even considered doing.

Revenge? Oh, if only? Revenge, well she could think of quite a few people now that she would love to see feed from that particular dish regardless of whether it was hot or cold. Love to shove their nasty evil sadistic faces right to the bottom of the dish, just like...

"Begin, girl!" The dreaded cold voice snarled from behind her. "Eat your gruel, Gertrude. Eat every last delicious morsel and then get that lazy tongue of yours busy cleaning out the bowl. Lord knows after your pathetically weak efforts last night doing your homework it needs some substantial exercise".

"Sheeth tho lathy" the other horrid voice agreed.

A delicious smell of fried bacon wafted had wafted into the room along with that first cold voice. The sound of a plate being placed on the table and the attendant aroma was too much. Her eyes raised momentarily to the place setting on her right. A plate piled with bacon, sausages, one no two fried eggs, hash browns, beans and mushrooms had been placed in front of Miss Agnes.

Her chief tormentor daintily lifted her jet-black skirt and then took her seat sitting opposite her hideous daughter, snapped her fingers and the weedy man known only as Wanker placed a similar if smaller portioned breakfast down before her. He waited a moment should any reprimand be forthcoming, then took the fourth place at the table place perching himself on a hard stool similar to the one she sat on. He immediately picked up a spoon, waited for a nod from his harsh mistress then devoted his full attention to attacking his gruel with apparent gusto.

"Thalt" Agnes reached for the appropriate condiment container and sprinkled the white mineral liberally over her breakfast, then stretched out to shake an even more substantial amount over the bland, tasteless lumpy contents in the bowls either side of her. "Thalt makth gruel tatht better an ith good for you!"

"Quite right" her mother added approvingly. "It is good for the blood, and we wouldn't want either of them going all anaemic on us, would we?"

"Yeth, eat it all up or I will puth your nathty ugly ungrateful face in it again girl like yethterday morning!" Agnes smirked adding insult to injury by waving a plump half-eaten sausage on the end of a fork in her victims face emphasising her words. Even worse, little bits of semi-chewed sausage meat sprayed out onto the table and some into her bowl making her want to retch.

It was unfair, so damn unfair. That bitch that big lisping horrible bitch had done just that very thing the morning before because she'd pulled a face and said she wasn't hungry when the bowl was set before her. There wasn't anything remotely appealing about it. Porridge? Surely it should be hot and made with milk and sugar. Not just a grey puddle of bland oats mixed with cold water and not mixed that well by the look of the concoction! She'd seen wallpaper paste that had looked more appetising!

It had been awful, and the heavyweight lisping harridan had immediately jumped out of her chair, grabbed her by the hair and ground her face hard down right into the wide wooden bowl. The horrible stuff had got everywhere, hair, eyes, eyebrows, up her nose, all over her face. She'd thought for one terrifying moment that she was going to drown in the wretched muck and tried to protest aloud.

A mistake, she'd immediately swallowed some and choked severely. Then she'd been pulled up and thrown bodily over the back of a chair face down still choking, gasping and spitting out bits of yuk. Strong arms had grabbed her wrists holding her there while she recovered herself and then her senior tormentor delivered a little homily on the virtues of simple everyday food and how good it was for 'fat and lazy slags' such as she and would soon learn to appreciate it. It was also coldly pointed out, 'speaking with your mouth full girl' was the height of bad manners and bad manners of any description would not be tolerated for an instant.

"Thix" the eager voice of the person holding her arms had hissed. "Give her thix from Mithter Bamboo for not eating her nith gruel and another thix for talking with her nathty mouth full. Thee's tho naughty!".

“Later Agness, later. Put her back on her stool for now. Wanker go get the gruel pan and fill that bowl to the top, the very top you hear, boy!”

It was unfair, so unfair. That gross slovenly bitch could spit her breakfast all over the table as she spoke without the slightest fear of recrimination. Yet if she even gave that lumpy grey shit in front of her the slightest disparaging glance she'd almost certainly get her poor tender bottom flogged yet again. She bent her head over the bowl and set her spoon to work conscious of two pairs of eyes upon her.

Miss Agnes suddenly chortled spraying the table with her breakfast once again. "Make her thpell Herbacouth Hyacinth Hibernate Hebdomadally again. That was tho funny yethterday. Can I hit her thith time though and twice for every wrong letter coth thee thould have learnt it now?"

Cold, bleak pitiless eyes watched her consume the first few foul mouthfuls. "No dear, I think we will devote today exclusively to studying Domestic Science" the nasty squat hag announced thoughtfully to the table at large. "That after all is the prime focus of our curriculum for this particular term, and we have only a set number of days to accomplish our task. A couple of hours scrubbing first to learn that cleanliness is next to godliness, and the condition of this house is certainly nearer to hell than heaven. Your days of idle indolence are at an end, Gertrude, my girl. From now on slut you will work for your keep, your future duties here will involve many domestic tasks (among other things), so we start today, this place is disgusting. Then later some basic cooking, I think."

She turned to the weedy man opposite her. "That lasagne you made last night Wanker was nigh on inedible. My congratulations, by the way, I wouldn't have expected you to sit on your stool quite so comfortably today after enduring my displeasure last evening! Well, tonight you can have a break. We will see what culinary skills this new girl has to delight our palates. My expectations are naturally not high, but perhaps we will all be pleasantly surprised with her efforts? I hope so for her sake anyway. My mood upon awakening earlier was by no means congenial so that I will countenance neither incompetence nor insolence today whatsoever!"

Those awful glittering scorpion-like eyes which had flickered momentarily toward Wanker resumed their chilling gaze full on her. She shuddered and hastily gulped down a glutinous spoonful and then another and another. Oh god, why did that wretched man opposite make so much of the disgusting muck it was heaped so high in the plain wooden bowl. Her eyes flicked up to a wall clock. Only eight-fifteen am. 

The day had hardly begun, and she knew that it was going to be a long, long time till bedtime and even then, shit, even then there might be, no would be 'homework' again with one or both of them! The bile rose in her throat, but she swallowed it along with the tasteless stodgy lumps of what passed for her breakfast.