A Tale Of Two Families

Rubber or latex, whatever?  It certainly possessed an erotic aura. He’d decided to have the little bitch fitted out in rubber for the rest of the day, or at least till bedtime. He didn’t exactly have a fetish for the garb, but it was undeniably sexy and found himself wondering why he hadn’t had her wear it more often. Tight shocking pink latex would now grip that sexy bitch boi body. Pink or black were both available in her wardrobe and on the only other occasion he had gone with black but on reflection, maybe a trifle too butch he’d decided for this tasty little cock sucking bitch of his! 

Pink, yes bright pink was a far more appropriate colour for his submissive fuck bunny, and so he’d sent her upstairs to change once she’d finished performing her post-lunch chores. Now he was mentally ogling her in an anticipatory manner even going so far as to lick his lips he realised with a slight feeling of foolishness. Anyway, what the hell, it wasn’t as if he should worry himself about what the pathetic creature thought of him, she would have more than enough to occupy her soon the way big Mr Dick Dick down below was stirring himself! 

Arising much later than usual he hadn’t realised how randy he was till now, how deprived,  a rare feeling for him in this exotic household. True Girlie had attentively sucked him off last night and the nights before but almost more out of habit than a real desire on his part. A little release of the days' tensions to relax him before sleep, a seventy-two-hour bug had deprived him of his natural vitality. Still, he was over that now and keenly aware of a need to vigorously exercise his full masculinity once again. 

Blow jobs were ok, but nothing like as good as a hard deep energetic fuck and as his wife was preoccupied with her latest toy then his pink fuck bunny was going to be squealing her pretty head off before many more hours passed. Nor need she think her day was done early either cos he’d be ready for seconds and more come evening. 

He frowned, come to think of it the little bitch hadn’t been as responsive of late as she used to be. Maybe little bunny was getting a tad too used to having her bitch boi pussy shafted good and hard. Hell, the cunt might even have started enjoying it. Then again, maybe not he reflected. Still, It wouldn’t do any harm to liven her up a bit....well it wouldn’t harm him anyway and wouldn’t damage her either, not with what he had in mind. One thing was certain, though; she would not enjoy it one little bit!  His wife had a sure-fire way of stimulating her bitches if they didn’t respond adequately to her strap on and he knew just where she kept it. Nor did it involve the sweat and hassle of beating some screaming wretches butt to jelly either.

Sometimes he hankered after a bitch with a bit more fighting spirit in her like that big ‘girl’ Bambi, those lesbian friends of his wife had been training up. Helen and Reenie, shit those dykes were another terrifying pair he’d hate to get on the wrong side of!  Did they even have a right side? 

Anyway, that had been a fun-filled evening. That big butch bitch they had recently acquired 

had been pretty damn feral despite some training and the makeup and the sexy outfit they’d dressed her in.  Not too bad looking either in all the warpaint! Poor bitch got even wilder when they told her it was time for a treat, a real cock instead of the dildo’s they been using on her sassy bitch boi pussy. 

Refusal, of course, was never an option for the poor devils at the wrong end of the numerous whips and canes these she-devils loved to use.  Big as the bitch was, Bambi still only held out for ten minutes on the flogging bench as his wife’s paddle and two bamboo canes methodically ensured that a more enthusiastic attitude was forthcoming from the bitch in terms of offering her ‘bitch boi cunt’ to a real man, a man who’s cock wasn't caged for life! Assuming that pair of lesbian hell cats even let the poor bitch keep it!

He had watched them strap her down on to the ‘bitching’ bench, slowly stripped himself and then sat naked and in comfort just a foot or so away from her silly red-painted mouth. A mouth that was initially giving all three women a ton of verbal shit. (In between the screaming). Every so often she broke off to throw some his way, but all that served to do was help raise his personal ‘flagpole’ a little higher and boy oh boy, the look in that big bitch’s eyes soon changed. 

Changed with every horrified glance, eyes that became more and more panic-stricken as big boy reached for the sky.  Foolish behaviour anyway considering the state her back and backside was in before they even started this session on her.  Helen and Reenie had not been sparing the rod in the couple of weeks since the fool big had accepted a suggestive invitation for a ‘bit of fun’ back at their place. 

Singles bars! Not the safest of places. Anyway, you'd have thought she’d have learned something by then after three weeks with that formidable twosome. Then again, maybe it was the sight of his cock getting ever bigger right in front of her eyes that panicked her into forgetting.

Ten minutes or so was all it took them to change the silly sluts negative attitude; then she was begging for cock, begging to lick, begging to suck, begging to be fucked in her pussy boi cunt.  He’d moved a little closer so that her hesitant outstretched tongue could get its first taste of real man meat, but that was all. No way he was putting Mr Dick anywhere near the bitch’s teeth, not till she was well and truly broken to the saddle. 

He’d made his contribution to that alright. Thoroughly done his part and enjoyed it. No mere ten cents worth, he’d given the big whore a good ten dollars worth once she’d crawled obediently to the bed as Helen ordered and then spread her legs at Renee's command as she tied her down. Three times he’d fucked the bitch while the three women sat watching, chatting and sipping champagne while his rampant manhood ravished and emasculated the helpless writhing body beneath him. 

God, yes how she’d wriggled as his cock, cruel hands and mouth raped and mauled her. She wasn’t as tight as he’d expected, those two dykes must have already used some serious toys opening her up, but what she lacked there was more than made up for by the way she squirmed so frantically under him. Sheesh, the look in her eyes too,  but she had no choice not when Helen ordered her to look at her new lover, and so she did under the threat of a menacing cane hovering never quite out of sight.

He kinda missed that attempted resistance not that it had made any difference to Girlie, not for her anyway. Even in her pink four-inch stilettos, the top of her blonde head was barely up to his chin, and she’d never had the strength to prevent him doing what he wished with her whenever he wanted and for as long as he wanted. Her futile attempts to resist the inevitable hadn’t lasted past the first few days once she realised that his big thick cock would end up pumping a bucket load of hot seaman into her ‘bitch boi cunt’ every time he felt like it. 

Unfortunately for her, he felt like it every day and some times more than just once so her slender body had had to accommodate his rampant throbbing manhood many many times. In the early days, it had been real rape and how he’d relished feeling her squirm in pain and shocked humiliation as he took her. Now she no longer fought but had not only to accept his masculinity but physically and verbally acknowledge her compliant ‘delight in serving and satisfying her Masters' lust. Big Bambi had been fun though, uncooperative but fun and he wouldn’t mind sampling something similar on a regular basis.

He heard the tip tap of stiletto heels approaching. Good, the little bitch had been quick to change and just as well, this wasn’t a house where you kept your betters waiting!  Food for thought, though, wasn't his wife now thinking of keeping more than one woman around to satisfy her voracious appetites. Why not a second for him, why not indeed. Maybe something wild and fresh, something his wife painful toys hadn’t broken for once, something that would fight back every time before the inevitable happened as Mr Dick Dick erupted in his victory salute!

Wild and fresh and a virgin, of course, the latter went with-out saying. A virgin insofar as his shit chute went but then maybe better still if his cock had tasted the delights of real pussy a few times. All the more amusing to make him realise that those days were permanently over once his dick got locked away. Better still if unlike Girlie, nature had generously equipped him with something worth putting a straight jacket on.

Something pink in the doorway distracted him, and his fingers automatically snapped and pointed, making a motion to stay. Not just yet, his mind was busy savouring this new erotic chain of thought for the moment. A process that was making something else stir even more but not a  problem, not with that delightful pink rubber-clad object readily available to ‘soothe the savage monster once ‘roused’ so to speak.

He walked over to the big bay window and contemplated the view without seeing anything. No, not another feminised bitch, a change, something...but no, he was not gay was he, he was a masculine married man with a gorgeous sexy wife. True he was somewhat rationed in that direction, and other women were a definite no-no if he wanted to stay intact!  All true, but then his overactive sexual interests also encompassed such as Girlie, even better now such sweet flesh was readily available twenty-four-seven, though perhaps willing would be stretching the point rather too much.  Vastly more entertain for him though.

He’d never previously fantasised about bedding another man, but then he wouldn’t be would he? There was only room for one man in this fucking household, one real man with a massive rampant free cock, and that was him. The rest, what where they, a feminised bitch boi, dogs, ponies, cock locked eunuchs all, and now....now what?  He caught sight of himself smiling in the reflection from the window, his hand already absently massaging his groin. 

Yeah, he’d go fifty-fifty or maybe call it eighty twenty, either way, the new bitch was gonna be well fucked. He would get some cute guy, no,  better a good looking fit young hunk with a few muscles,  biggish maybe, big enough to be dangerous but no fucking gorilla. He’d get some of those polished stainless steel manacles and shackles, keep him permanently bound, enough slack for him to be useful but not enough to be dangerous.

The bastard would have his head shaved, shaved and kept smooth. Girlie could do that daily, scrape his scalp and then oil and polish it. His wife had told him about a girl she’d owned back when she was a teen, a class rival apparently but Patrica being Patricia had taken steps to not only remove her beautiful rival but also make good personal use of her. Apparently, one of the poor girls significant advantages over Patricia had been near waist-length beautiful straight blonde hair. 

‘Had’  his wife emphasised with a wicked laugh. ‘That silky mane she was so damn proud of went first of all even before she received the first beating from me.  I think she cried more when I used the shears on her than when I put my cane to work the first time!’. Patrica had then waxed lyrical about the sensual joys of fondling a smooth shaved head while its tongue was busily at work between your legs. That, of course, was after the first and numerous subsequent beatings she'd added. The subject had come upon more than one occasion since and only the other night Patricia had said she might shave her next bitch the same way because it just felt so damn sexy running your hand over a smooth submissive bald head. 

Yeah, a bald bitch with his big cock sealed up and sturdy but lightweight chains to keep him in his appropriate place. If he were the type he envisaged, it would probably be a long time before his mouth could safely be utilised but no matter. He’d name him Bitch, that’s what they’d all call him, and he’d soon find out why, good as a long slow blow job was, there was nothing like a full-on deep hard fuck. Not if you were the one doing it anyway!

The fucker would be a bitch boy not a bitch boi like Girlie was. He wouldn’t be fucking a man, no, he’d bitch the boy.  However, he wouldn’t full-on femme him like sweet submissive little Girlie. He’d be no fluffy doll but a savage captive beast, but he’d still get the silken touch to titillate his Master. Girlie would dress him every day and every night ready for his new owner to take his pleasure.

Dressed to please, dressed to excite, dressed to amuse, dressed to arouse. How humiliating for him to know that every flimsy item of clothing helped stimulate and grow the monster that would defile and enjoy him whenever his Master felt like it. Stockings, suspenders, a tight corset, high heels locked permanently to his feet. The man-bitch would serve as a real man's toy, alright!

He caught sight of Girlie reflected in the glass and beckoned her over. “Has my sweet sexy little butterfly missed being pinned to her masters' bed then?” He grinned and pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling of soft, warm flesh under a layer of thin clinging latex. There was a time when Girlie would have resisted, would have held back, would have fought against him albeit passively even after his wife’s painful toys had broken her spirit and that hadn’t taken very long. That time was now long past.

Yeah, he was right, a little more variety in the resistance line would be a nice change. Variety, yes that was the right word. Did he want something weak and compliant albeit reluctant in his bed for the night or did he want a wild ride with a feral untamed bitch? His sizeable hairy hand went immediately around the high pink latex waspie and moved up to possessively caress one of her cute little man tits peeking out over the top. Four suspenders straps to each pink stocking and long pink shoulder gloves completed the latex outfit. His fingers closed on the nipple, squeezing hard.

“I just asked you a question, girl. Did you miss my monster pin? Did you feel deprived, honey buns?”

Girlie yelped. “Yes Master, Yes, Yes I missed being pinned.”

He released the little bud and let his hand roam downwards till it found and grasped a firm buttock cheek to fondle. He turned her around and thrust his groin into her bottom while bending slightly to allow his hand to slide around and find the small penis locked away in its plastic and steel straight jacket.  

“I’m sure you did bitch, I know what a randy little fuck bunny you are! Now that this unimportant tiny little thing is serving a life sentence without parole, I bet you're desperate to feel your masters magnificent manly cock massaging your prostrate, eh.”

“Yes, master.” 

He grinned. Silence wasn’t an option when he asked a question. “Now we both know that you are lying through you teeth bitch, but actions speak louder than words, so they say. I shall expect a whole heap of enthusiasm from you today, I better also hear plenty of passion and that sexy body better work damn hard wriggling seductively for me. Now open your mouth wide honeybuns and welcome daddies tongue.”

He grabbed a handful of long blonde curls and pulled her head closer and twisted it upwards. “Tongue out, baby. Out I said, out, further. Papa wants to give you a big wet one”.  He grinned as he bent lower wrestling his tongue with hers, forcing it back into her mouth and clamping his 

lips down hard as his tongue raped her mouth. The fucking little weed couldn’t even stop him doing that could she/he or whatever sex it was now after months of satisfying his lust 

There was another thing he noted. Back when he’d first used the bitch, half the time she’d thrown up or as good as when he Frenched her. It had amused him at the time. Boy,  how the bitch seemed to hate that almost as having his cock up her arse or down her throat.  His groping hands became more animated as his body responded to his growing lust. 

He withdrew from her and whispered. “Change of plan honeybuns, I think the little trip I had planned over to see what my wife’s doing with you auntie and brother just got postponed for an hour or two, something big just came  up” he chuckled and added “no prizes for guessing what it is, eh?”

He released his hold and snapped his fingers, pointing to the door. “Get yourself upstairs bitch, you know where. In the top right-hand drawer of the dressing table, you’ll find a box with a selection of condoms, get one of the monster black heavy ribbed rough rider ones out. Also, in the draw on the bedside table on my wife’s side, you will find a jar full of a reddish jelly, got that?”

“Yes, master” Girlie whispered.

He grinned. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist girl, not that you’re allowed any are you?  It’s not the condom you need to worry about, a little extra roughage up your bitch cunt won’t hurt too much” his grin widened. “Once those luscious lips have got your true Master big and hard you can roll the rubber down its length then you can smear some of that red jelly all over it. Know what it does? 

“No master.”

He reached out and grabbed a handful of blonde hair again, twisting till he squealed. “Petroleum jelly, hot pepper, ginger and other good stuff honey, a little concoction my wife likes to smear on her strapon toys when she feels one of her bitches isn’t being responsive enough when getting fucked. That evil bitch friend of hers uses it to fig her ponies when she wants a wild ride. I have seen how they react hence the need for a condom to protect me, you, on the other hand,…. red hot botty time bItch and for once not on the outside...” 

He gave a cruel laugh and propelled Girlie in the direction of the doorway to the hall sending the youth staggering along in his high heels a terrified expression on his face at the prospect of a brand new horror.

“I wouldn’t advise licking your fingers either honeybuns ” he shouted after her with another laugh!

Then he stopped dead as a thought hit him. God, could he, could they, what had Patricia done with her new toys stuff he wondered?

******

“Ok, so what was the secret formula then?”

Alice laughed at the question. “Oh, nothing like that mother dear, no pills or calming potions, no complicated chemical concoctions to soothe the savage beast. No hypnotics, enchantments, witchcraft or black magic either, I resorted to simpler meth...” she broke off and lashed downwards with a long slim riding crop at her mounts flank. “Stand still you wretched beast, still!” A second vicious stroke followed the command.

Patrica took a pace backwards eyeing the pair warily and with more than a little concern. ”That’s a bit risky, don’t you think, dear. I know you’ve been itching to ride him for months but are you sure you can handle him, I mean that wild beast is not the most tractable of animals is it, far from it even when safely secured in its stall!”

Patricia was amazed the not only had Alice managed to get a saddle on Midnight by herself but also that she was already mounted and sitting not only comfortable but also looking supremely confident atop the huge half bent animal. A first for her stable. Although by no means a heavyweight, she was just too big to do what Alice was doing on any of her ponies. However, she was no stranger to riding two-legged equine stallions and large mares having done so at her friend Margaret's stable, but she’d never owned one herself of a size sufficient to carry her to any useful extent.

The wide padded saddle harness was hooked over Midnight's massive shoulders which took a significant part of the weight of the rider, a broad waist belt anchored and supported the rear of the lightweight saddle which nestled against his captive arms. The unique equipment forced his upper torso to lean forward at an angle while his lower body and legs remained upright.

Alice was sitting high up, and at ease with her shapely legs either side of her mount, her booted feet in the long stirrups that dangled from the saddle. In her left hand, she held the short reins from Midnights bit and in her right the long thin, flexible steel cored riding switch. A cruel implement that she had already used several times judging by the marks it had left those spurs likewise on her boots responsible for the thin rivulets of blood that trickled down his thighs.

“Easy boy” Alice cautioned as she leaned to one side of her fiery steed and stretched till she could lightly tap the bulbous tip of his captive penis with her crop. “Remember the movie boy, you lose your head, and you’ll lose something else pretty darn quick! That I promise. I can ride a gelding just as easy as a stallion. Up to you boy, you can have your five seconds of fun throwing me off but remember you’re going nowhere with all the tack and restraints I have bound you in. Not now, not ever. Just think about that, and what your furious owner will do to you and I mean furious boy! That was me you saw in the video, don’t forget!”

Midnight unleashed a series of muted growls behind the cruel bit in his mouth; his head tossed back and forth while his body quivered with rage for a few seconds till he mastered his raging but impotent emotions. The reaction from her captive mount amused and delighted  Alice who giggled and patted him on the head as she bent to whisper in his right ear. 

“That’s ok boy, easy there, easy now, I’d be disappointed if my big strong stallion had lost its fighting spirit.” 

The crop lifted fractionally then with a practised flick of her wrist the leather flap at the tip lightly stung the exposed end of his shrunken manhood. He screamed into his bit and hopped in agony for a moment. Alice pulled on the reins and flicked the crop hard against his rump.

“Still, stand still Midnight, still”. She commanded and hauled viciously on the reins pulling his head back and delivering another hard slash to his rear.”Still, I said wretched animal”. 

“Careful’ Patricia cautioned in alarm as she caught sight of the savage rage and pain in Midnight's eyes. Her oldest daughter had worked wonders with the brute yet it was still nowhere near wholly broken. Those eyes, broken, no the creature was still feral and dangerously so if he ever got loose.

“Oh, he’s ok, aren’t you boy, he knows perfectly well who’s in charge” Alice patted her mounts head again “He’s just a bit frisky, getting all excited and worked up at the thought of our first ride, eh boy? Well, our first vertical ride like this anyway. She laughed and rubbed his head with a gloved hand. “Tell you what Midnight, I expect that by the time we get back to the stable I will be as randy as hell and no doubt my crop will have tenderised your rump.  l’ll do a deal. Give me a nice ride, and I’ll spare you the usual horizontal ride I like to give you with that replica of your own cock I have mounted on my strapon. Be good, and one of the other ponies can amuse me, hows that sound then?” She giggled.

“I still think you are very foolish and what’s this movie business you mentioned about?”

“Settle down now, boy, or you’ll feel leather again. That’s better.” Alice patted him again. “Oh, just something I brought back the last time I was down at Magrets place. Heather filmed it and gave me a copy as a souvenir since it was my first time. I showed it to Midnight last night when I had him strapped securely to the fucking frame. Gave him something to think about in between bouts of me shafting him. Watching It always makes me so randy but I think he found it very educational because he was unusually passive the second time I reamed his ponyboy cunt”. 

“Educational, in what way?”

“Margret had been training a couple of young colts, special order for some mega-rich brat with a taste for lean muscle bound colts. A pair of nineteen-year-old rowers found themselves swapping a double scull for a double harness on the bitches twin sulky. A real top-notch pair, I wouldn’t have minded owning them, but someone went to a lot of trouble acquiring that pair. No way I could have afforded them without paying out serious money, and I mean serious, even taking into account that we are not without substantial means ourselves!”

“So” Patricia  snapped irritably, “What has that got to go with this big evil tempered brute?”

“Oh, don’t be so impatient mother. One of the little madams' specifications was that once they’d been broken and trained, she wanted them both castrated before accepting delivery. That just happened toward the end of my visit; I got to help Kylie and Susie when they did it. I gather their new owner wanted videos made of their entire training progression, so Heather filmed the three of us at work and gave me a copy. Interesting experience”

Patricia laughed. “I see, and you showed it to the big boy here last night?”

“Yup, on my iPad, twice and again this morning. It’s very graphic, loud too, those two ladies don’t do easy, and they like to take their time over some things. Midnight here seemed very....well let’s not say impressed, say....”

“Thoughtful?” Patrica offered with a smile and walked towards the big stallion who regarded her with a wary baleful stare.“Maybe not quite a strong enough term eh Midnight? She reached down and grasped his impressive captive genitals. “You know animal, I have suggested to my daughter on more than one occasion that if we took this lot away you’d be a lot calmer and much more manageable. She emphasised her words by giving a squeeze making him wince and buck.

That action earned him a quick, hard stroke from his riders crop and he jumped again. Patricia laughed and released him. “Food for thought animal, not that a dumb beast like you should get over-fond of doing that. Obey boy; instant obedience is the only rule here as well you know. Try anything on with my daughter and what you saw in that video will be mild compared to what will happen to you!”

“Oh, I think the dumb fucker realises that mother. Stop talking to him, as well. Jeez,  I haven’t spent all these months beating and fucking the humanity out of the beast only to have you  holding a dam tête-à-tête with the fucking animal!”

“Sorry, dear, my mistake, I should know better.”

“Yup, well time to get some of the flab off this fucker. Hup boy, walk-on” the crop whistled and struck flesh again. “That means move, dumbo!”.

Midnight yelled mutely into his bit, a cry of hopeless rage and humiliation and vainly tried to straighten upright,  realised he couldn’t and briefly shook from side to side in frustration. He attempted to roar again as the crop bit savagely into his rump once more, this time accompanied by sharp spurs raking down his legs. His head swung from side to side, and he braced himself, ready to explode in anger when he caught sight of Patricia. She said nothing but simply stared him in the eyes and raised her hand to make a snipping scissor-like motion with two fingers. A shudder ran through him, and he finally bowed to the inevitable.

Alice hadn’t noticed her mother’s gesture being too busy bracing herself in the saddle and hauled his head round to one side with the reins directing him towards the open stable door. A light flick with her crop added further encouragement for him to quicken his pace.

Well, the animal wasn't stupid; she thought as he obediently turned to the right in response to the reins and headed down the grassy path to the fields and old orchard area. She wasn’t stupid either; she had no intention of going too far from the house and stable not until she felt confident that the massive beast between her legs was a good deal more docile and saddle broken. Her first journey on his back would be a short one. His full journey under her whip though was barely at the halfway point, and that long, painful trip had a good way to go before she would be satisfied.

She let him walk at his own pace refraining from utilising crop or spurs, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation of being ridden, to being guided by her hand, to feeling the burden on his back and shoulders. No, the beast wasn’t stupid, and at some point, he would rebel, so she needed to remain alert, but somehow she knew It wouldn’t be today. No, the silly animal would behave himself on this outing, it wasn’t just the thought of the terrible consequences she’d promised, but his feeble brain would be looking for weaknesses in this new environment and experience. Vulnerability that he could perhaps exploit at a later date. 

Stupid pathetic creature, it should know by now that there was no way out, no escape, the past was irrelevant, the future didn’t exist, only the reality of the present. The sooner it realised that then, the more ‘tolerable’ it would find it’s miserable life becoming. What had Margret once told her, it was only a matter of time before constant pain, humiliation, training, degradation and the total hopelessness of their predicament invariably made them ‘switch off’.   At some point they crossed over, becoming the animals their owners intended them to be. Oh, it was never a complete change, and each beast was invariably different.  

Fair enough thought Alice and tugged on the reins and at the same time lightly dug the spurs of her left boot into her mounts leg. As they turned, her nostrils caught the pleasing aroma of new leather from the saddle and its attendant tack. Pristine leather but that would change over the months to come. This time next year it would have absorbed the sweat and stench of the beast strapped beneath it just as the leather harness she’d bound it in was now saturated with its animal reek. There was one significant difference, though. The saddle would come off and only be used as and when required whereas the harness was permanent, it was as much a part of the animal now as the rest of its hide and would ensure that no matter what stupid ideas it harboured it would never regain its freedom. That thought alone was making her feel randy, so what would the motion do when she upped the pace.

“Up boy”, the crop flashed downwards and the spurs rolled back and forth. “Hup boy, let us see how well you trot, hup, hup!”

*****

Patrica had followed them to the door and watched as Alice steered her huge mount along the path. Her mind wasn’t entirely at ease, but she was impressed with her daughters' confident handling of the truculent animal. Like Alice, she sensed that Midnight's apparent docile acceptance of this most recent humiliation would not last for long. Indeed her own long experience with captive human equines told her it wouldn’t, but for today at least she need not worry. 

I must borrow that video clip she reminded herself crossing to an empty stall to check all was ready for the return of her youngest daughter and her pony. It would be fun to have a new pony in the stable and she was keen to see how her daughter got on with it.  Margret had called her again last night with an update plus all the latest gossip about other owners with whom they were both acquainted.

Eva had proved a satisfactory if lazy pupil, inclined to be way too sadistic towards her mounts, something she suggested her friend would need to keep an eye on unless she wanted to be continually replacing ponies! Absolutely useless though when it came to stable chores, a right lazy little shyster, you should have heard what Heather said about her. That’ll change Patricia had promised her friend, and I will thank Heather for her patience.

Heather, by all accounts, had done an excellent job with, Patootie, her youngest daughters brand new ponygirl. Naturally, Eva had wanted to train the animal herself, but she was way too inexperienced for that having been mostly barred from the stable without adult supervision until recently. Two-legged captive equines even when harnessed and harshly restrained were not the safest of creatures for the inexperienced to be around. Both Patrica and Alice carried the scars left from flailing hoof boots, and Alice had once been knocked unconscious after an angry pony had head-butted her when she wasn’t much older than Eva. A stupid act for which that particular pony lived to regret on the flogging bench once Alice had recovered.

According to her friend Margret, Patootie had shown considerably more resilience than had her mother to the dramatic change in circumstances, a hell of a lot more given how quickly that bitch had capitulated. Then again Patrica mused the woman was rather petite, quite the smallest most dainty bitch she'd ever owned, and she was a very proficient bitch trainer! Indeed, she’d never failed, every bitch she’d got her hands on had crawled up the bed and put her mouth to work where it pleased her new Mistress most. Unless of course, they wanted to spend more ‘quality‘ time with some of their owners' painful toys!

Eva would be home tomorrow along with the stables latest addition. Heather, Margaret’s head girl, was driving her up towing the horsebox and staying on for a couple of days, she and Alice were good friends. Ah, yes, of course, that was the explanation. That was why Alice had suddenly decided to throw a saddle on Midnight, no doubt she had told Heather all about the colossal beast she'd captured and would be keen to show him off to her friend. Heather, after all, was something of an expert when it came to both appraising two-legged equines and riding them.

Nothing amiss, all was ready for that long-legged filly who’d been stupid enough to poke her nose into something that she would have been wiser to stay well away from. That piece of inquisitive foolishness had not only landed her in a stall but also condemned her mother to become the sexual plaything of her young owners' sadistic mother. 

Credit to them, Alice and Eva had handled that potentially dangerous situation exceptionally well, a classic case of turning a looming negative into a significant positive. Two positives, in fact, a long-legged twenty-two-year-old who’d just spent the last three weeks under the tutorage of a ruthlessly efficient equine trainer and a real cute forty-three-year-old living doll whose obedient tongue was growing more talented by the day.

The stall was ready to receive it's new if unwilling occupant not that it should be a new experience given that the animal would have been housed under similar conditions for the past few weeks. Three highly unpleasant and undoubtedly frightening weeks, but weeks that it might look back upon with a certain nostalgia once her younger daughter took full control of it. 

Alice had also prepared the adjacent empty stall earlier ready to receive Heather's personal mare if she brought her up, Margret hadn’t been too sure last night but suggested they might like to be prepared just in case. Jezebel was a fine animal, Margret had once told that she was one of the best riding mares she’d ever come across. Patricia had admired her on several occasions when visiting.

An elegant well build mare of what, thirty-five summers or more? Tall, strong, shapely, long muscled legs, a beautiful mane of auburn hair, plus decent udders and a firm rump. Almost a waste she’d thought that first time for somewhere under bridle, bit, tack and harness was a fine looking woman, or had been one once. A bitch she might well have fancied to intimately entertain her in a setting far softer than that harsh stinking stable stall where she was permanently housed. 

Perhaps not now though judging from what she’d briefly seen of her a few weeks previously. Her life under Heather's whip had not been easy for the creature. Margret said she was one of the best if not the best mare she’d ever stabled, trained to absolute perfection by her young owner. Training Margret told her that was as relentless and merciless as when she’d first arrived.  Heather rode her most days or tied her to the circular walker, nor was she ever spared whip or cane. The most minor mistake cost her dear, and that showed on every visible inch of her body.

It wasn’t an easy life for any of the captive animals in terms of adjusting or adapting to their new lives, but her own ponies had a comparatively leisurely existence when compared to those owned by her good friend. Margret and her three stable girls worked them daily whereas hers were fed and mucked out but never used or exercised to the extent that Margret's extensive stock was. Perhaps Alice was right when she’d said they were more like pampered “zoo animals” than working livestock!  Maybe a little more physical stimulant would be a good thing, would they appreciate it? Stupid question, what did it matter what those dumb animals thought!

Heads with sad eyes were watching her over the tops of their stalls, but she paid them no heed. They’d all been fed and watered, checked over and hosed down, three days filth had been shovelled out of the stalls. All their butt plugged tail tubes were open, so they could start shitting in the fresh sawdust all over again and start the never-ending cycle anew. That reminded her, now that Eva had agreed to Baby’s redeployment they might as well get that useless lump started. Alice could see to it; as it was her idea in the first place. Perhaps the fucker would enjoy the change? Then again with Alice in charge that was highly unlikely!

As she exited the stable, she paused as her eye caught movement along the path near the trees, Alice returning at a stately swaying walk, so she raised her hand to wave. Her daughter acknowledged the hand by raising her riding crop above her head for a moment then brought it down sharply once, twice and even at a distance Patrica could hear it smack against flesh see, and her boots move as sharp spurs raked down Midnight's flanks. 

It wasn’t precisely a trot and certainly not a gallop, much more like an ungainly stagger as Alice cruelty coaxed greater effort from the sweat-covered beast to cover the final approach to the stable at a faster pace. The sound of its labouring breath struggling to drag air through nostrils and past the bit in its mouth sounding unnaturally loud against the late afternoon stillness. The belligerent look had gone entirely Patrica noted with a certain degree of amusement. If anything there was now a look of horror in those wide rolling eyes and maybe, no, yes, perhaps finally a dawning of how hopeless its situation was and would forever be!

“Whoah there, Boy” Alice yanked hard on the reins cruelly stretching her exhausted mounts gasping mouth with the evil bit and gave him yet another flick with her crop by the way off additional emphasis. “Steady now, steady” she patted him on the head with a leather-gloved hand then massaged his scalp with a circular motion finishing with a sharp tap from her fingers.

“Hold just a second honey”. Patricia quickly reached for her cell phone and took a couple of photos. Her daughter looked fantastic she thought in her riding gear, the hard hat, skin-tight fashionable dark blue jodhpurs, the sleeveless ribbed white top, boots and gloves and perched so confidently atop that beast.

“I trust you are getting my best profile?” Alice laughed as she theatrically raised the crop to pose for the shot.

“One for the family album dear, capturing the moment for you. The day you proved to that sweaty monster just who his true Mistress is and the absolute mastery you exercise over him!”

That was entirely true she thought, looking down at the image. Her daughter had rarely looked better, never looked so deliciously sexy as she did atop that harnessed near-naked creature, confident, supreme, elegant, gorgeous: beauty and the beast to perfection.  She looked up and directly at the beast meeting its gaze and holding it as securely as the leather straps of the cruel harness that bound it. 

Yes animal, yes this is what it is all about. I can see something in your eyes now that was never there before no matter how many beatings or fuckings you received. Yesterday and for the long months before you were still a man regardless of what she did to you weren't you. A helpless captive little better than a bound eunuch but still a man, a raging, angry man with vain hopes of release or escape. Now, look at you!

Midnight flinched and was the first to break contact. Patrica smiled; that was the only escape he would ever have. Her daughter had captured him, bound him, beaten and raped him, dehumanised him and today ridden him like the animal he was destined to become. How did he feel she wondered? Beaten, no longer a man, tamed by the bit of fluff he had once wanted to bed and no doubt quickly discard! 

“Looks like you’ve given him a good run.”

“Hardly, he seems to carry me quite well, adequately anyway and of course he will get better the more time I spend in the saddle. His stamina is appalling though, blown before we’d even got past the trees, the bastard may look like King Kong, but he’s no king of the jungle! Those impressive-looking muscles are not what they seem, but they will be In time and time is the one thing we have in abundance, eh boy?” 

Midnight emitted a sort of loud wheezing snort much to their amusement and shook his head, but more in bewilderment than anger it seemed. Alice giggled then leant forward and took deliberate aim at the plastic and steel tube between her mounts legs, paused, then swatted the bulbous purple head of its captive penis with the leather flap at the tip of her crop using far more force than she had earlier!.

Patrica hastily jumped backwards as the Beast momentarily went absolutely wild while Alice swayed back and forth alarmingly in her saddle but was in no danger. Her feet were firmly rooted in the stirrups, and she’d anticipated the reaction keeping her seat with practised ease as she braced herself and rolled with the flow. A year ago she’d spent a month helping Heather break an entire herd to the saddle. 

A mini herd that’s what Margret had jokingly called them when she’d requested Alices assistance for a few weeks. The authorities eventually assumed that the visiting Ugandan amateur rugby team had followed the example of others before them and simply added to the number off illegal immigrants en masse. A  couple of hired self-drive minibuses, two half-inflated rugby balls and a hamper full of dirty sports kit were all they ever found. Twenty-one people and their luggage presumably overstaying their visas and disappearing into some inner-city ghetto in search of a better life.

Twelve fit beefy young men had ended up occupying stalls in Margret stable, the rest....well as Heather said, better not to ask so she hadn’t. That had been an intense six weeks, fun of course but also hard work turning them into suitable animals for their new owners. Her right arm and wrist had started to ache and then hurt from the sheer number of floggings it had been necessary to administer! 

It hadn’t only been arm muscles; indeed those aches soon proved minor compared to the bumps and bruises gained after being frequently thrown from the saddle of a bucking near wild  African pony. The other two stable girls dealt with the six destined to pull racing carts leaving Heather and Alice to break the six Margret had deemed most suitable as riding ponies. Naturally, that also meant that they were allocated the biggest, the strongest and the least tractable beasts to break and tame!

Heather seemed to relish that, so had Alice initially but after picking her self up off the ground for the umpteenth time and tenderly feeling the latest bruises, she hadn’t been quite as sure. Riding docile animals that had been well ‘domesticated’ by the ruthlessly efficient Heather was one thing,   being violently ejected off the beast you were taming was quite another.

A few days though and she’d adapted to their increasingly pathetic attempts to unseat her. They could do their worst, foolish creatures that they were and soon learned that their handicapped worst was minimal compared to the unfettered free rein havoc she could apply to their helpless bodies. Could and did apply with sadistic relish! No, she was not in the least concerned about Midnight's dick swatted dance of agony.  He’d dance a lot more for her in the days to come, and a sore dickhead would be the least of his worries!

“For heavens sake don’t do that again dear, are you trying to give me a heart attack!”

Alice laughed and gracefully jumped down from the saddle, she caught hold of Midnight's bride and tapped him with her crop. “Walk boy, let's get you hosed down and then I think you can cool off with a couple of hours on the walker. You’ve spent way too long cooped up in that stall; we need to rebuild those leg muscles and teach up how to step high as the pretty ponyboys and girls do”. 

Patrica started to walk back to the kennels where she’d left her latest pet then remembered something else. “Alice”.

“What?” the voice floated out of the stable door.

“Baby, full steam ahead now, it was your idea, so I am making her, him, it whatever,  your project. Eva said she was bored with him anyway but to keep the nursery as is. I think there is someone at school she’s got her eye on, a boy from the year above or something!”

“Ok…I’ll get this big bastard sorted then attend to it pronto. Time we got some use out of that idle fucker!”.

*****

“I know Heather’ said. “I expect madam will need a bathroom break at some point. There is a convenient stop about halfway with a drive-through where we can pick up some burgers and a drink, one that can easily take the horsebox. Don’t worry; I won’t leave it unattended even if she insists on stretching her little legs”.

Margret looked at her watch then the house. “I said nine thirty...no damn idea, none what so ever!”

Heather laughed and rechecked the sat nav. “Well, at least we can all relax a bit now without worrying what the little idiot will do next. Getting lost in the fog and riding Buttercup right out of the grounds and along the main public road, sheesh! Lucky Susie was driving back and spotted her”.

“Mmmmm, I did let Patrica know about that. The silly girl went way too far in those weather conditions and the state that wretched pony was in, well I warned her mother to keep an eye on her and the way she treats the animals.”

“Yeah”, Heather jerked her head backwards, “I think Patootie is in for a rough ride, pun very much intended. If that creature thought I was bad...”

Margret looked at her watch again. “Not bad dear, merely your usual, highly efficient self. You were  also handicapped to a certain extent by those precise instructions, but I think you have done an excellent job with the beast given the time limit and other constraints.”

“Yeah”, Heather repeated and added a little wistfully. “That leggy fIlly truly is a magnificent animal; I would have loved to put my saddle on her”.

There was a flash of movement in the open house doorway, a wave of a palm, two steps forward and then another wave of the hand and the small figure promptly disappeared back inside. Margaret's breath expelled in an exasperated hiss. “Dear as that girl is to me....”

Heather laughed. “Maybe I should go fry up a couple of burgers now, at this rate it will be time for lunch before we get to the main gate!”

Margret cast another exasperated look toward her sizeable old house then turned back to open window of the Range Rover as a thought occurred to her and she made a quick gesture to the horsebox. 

“So are you thinking about replacing Jezebel then. She’s not looking anything like as good as she used to you know?”

Heather's eyes automatically flicked up to the rearview mirror, not that she could see her personal mare in the windowless box. How long ago was it now, more than three years since she had driven almost to this very spot in her old saloon towing that battered trailer containing Jezebel? True she was ageing fast now,  but then all captive ponies did the same didn’t they. Captivity, harness, boredom, diet, the necessary harsh treatment and relentless training all took its inevitable toll. In Jezebel case, that training was relentless for she had never relaxed the standards she imposed on her nor spared her the whip as her body showed. 

“She’s good for another couple of years; I might need to up the encouragement a little to get the best out of her, then maybe I will relegate her to buggy work or even manual work. I’ll start keeping an eye out though for a replacement I reckon.”

Not a great deal surprised Margate, but her eyebrows did raise a fraction at the words ‘up the encouragement’, she’d seen the level of ‘encouragement’ Heather had applied over the years to her captive mount, more? It wasn’t that Heather was a sadist, well not in the way that a lot of people she knew were, but she was a ruthless perfectionist. Did Jezebel have anything left to give her merciless young owner she wondered?

“From the same place, a relative or something similar, perhaps? Why not sell Jezebel, you could still get a reasonable price for her?”

Heather grinned at her employer. “Stop fishing boss you know you won’t catch anything and no I will never sell Jezebel. I own her and I will till death us do part....under my whip perhaps. I don’t care how old she gets nor will my whip!” 

Margret let out a long sigh. One day, one day she told herself she’d get the full story. Who was or what had Jezebel been and why had this ruthless young head trainer of hers acquired her. That mare she guessed had been no random chance capture from the wild. Where had Heather learnt and honed her considerable skills as a trainer of human equines? Had Jezebel been her tutor? Her eyes widened at this new chain of thought, but she was quickly distracted.

“So sorrrrrry people Eva drawled as she walked down to them. “Forgot my cell phone, left it charging then, of course, there were like a ton of text messages.”

“Which of course you just had to answer” it was Heather's turn to sigh.

“Naturally, What else!” Eva looked genuinely puzzled.

“Never mind dear, have a safe journey and don’t forget to give my love to your mother. Tell her to come and visit us soon, Alice too” Margret gave her a hug and a kiss and then firmly propelled her young guest through the open the passenger door.

“Will do auntie M; we got everything, Heather?

“We have now, bye Boss, see you in a couple of days.”

The car moved smoothly away with the horsebox containing it’s two secured occupants following on behind. Heather pointed to the sat nav. “About six hours, including a break.”

“Really, surely we can get there quicker these great big things are not that slow!” Eva exclaimed.

“Nope, this great big expensive top of the range luxury thing is not slow” Heather replied then jerked a thumb backwards, “but that other cheaper thing bouncing about behind is, and even if we could tow it faster it would not be a good idea.”

“Wouldn’t hurt them, just shake them up a bit I expect?” Eva said sulkily.

“It’s a horsebox Eva” Heather replied patiently. “Do we want the boys in blue switching on a siren and pulling us over. Who the hell burns rubber towing a horsebox? Official curiosity is something we can do without!l”

“Good point” Eva acknowledged and promptly pulled out her cell phone, tapped a couple of times then a thought occurred to her, and she jerked a thumb backwards. “Jezebel”.

“Uh-huh, what about her and don’t you start prying girl, had way too much of that off my boss lady, never gives up!”

Eva laughed. “Yeah, she told me, even asked me to sweet talk you girl to girl as it were, she’s dead curious” she giggled,

“So why didn’t you ask then?”

“I forgot, anyway that not my question” Eva found her self blushing a little which was odd given her family,  there was probably very little if anything that could shock her young as she was.

“Shoot”

“It’s about sex.....”

“Only with my big hunky, gorgeous boyfriend honey, no one else and certainly not with that animal back there.”

Eva shook her head.  “No, not that. I mean your pony, your mare, do you ever let her cum, have an orgasm, any sexual pleasure I mean?”

Heather laughed. “Nope, never, never, never, never, ever, not never, period. Why do you ask?”

Eva settled deeper into the luxurious leather seat and returned her attention to the phone in her lap. “Just curious that’s all, making plans and things in my head you know”. 

Heather glanced sideways, but Eva was busily tapping away her attention now entirely focused on the screen in her hands utterly indifferent to her drivers questioning look. 

*****