A Tale Of Two Families

Chapter 25

Patricia didn’t exactly slam the phone down but wasn’t very gentle as she rammed it into the slot on the recharging base. Her husband, lounging comfortably on the big leather sofa, looked up from his perusal of the latest football news on his iPad, sensing all was not well.

“Problem?”

His striking dark-haired wife appeared not to have heard him, absently running a hand along the tops of some hardback books in the nearby bookcase, looking somewhat distracted. Then as she looked at her hand, that air of apparent detachment vanished immediately, replaced by a look of furious ire. She spun around and shot a finger out.

“You girl, you useless little bitch, what this?” she demanded, her palm flat, fingers extended.

Girlie, who’d been quietly, and diligently polishing silverware spread out on sheets of newspaper on top of the table near the big bay window, promptly hurried over to his Mistress, looking fearful. The feminised youth had no idea what ‘this’ was, but by the tone of her voice, nothing good!

“Well?”

Girlie trembled as the soiled fingers were thrust in his face and squeaked, “Dust, its dust Mistress”.

Patricia lashed out with the same hand in a savage face slap knocking Girlie backwards, and then snapped her fingers “Here girl, here in front of me now!”

Girlie was rocked back again as he received another hard slap, but this time Patricia grabbed his hair and hauled him forward, pointing to the bookcase. “If I ever find so much as a single speck of dust in this room or any other for that matter, my girl, I’ll ensure that you are a girl in all aspects, then sell you to an Egyptian brothel”, she shoved Girlie away so hard that he almost fell and staggered away trying to maintain his balance, not easy even if he had become accustomed to wearing six-inch stilettos virtually twenty-four-seven!

“Now finish that silver, and I’d better be able to see my face in every damn piece, and then you can set about making up for your laziness in this room and elsewhere. I shall check, don’t think I won’t, so get to it, bitch!”

Her husband watched the sissified youth resume his polishing duties, the familiar sensation stirring in his groin at the scene he’d just witnessed. What a delightfully sexy little wimp the youth was, the best yet by far, and he wondered just how serious his wife had been with that threat. He could live with the prospect of Girlie losing her wedding tackle; it wasn’t as if the little bitch needed or could even use that part of her body anyway since they’d locked it away! Nor would such an act deprive him of the two sweet holes that did interest him!

The thought of losing the little bitch did, though; it was by no means the first time Patricia had made that threat! Maybe he’d demonstrate his own disapproval to the little bitch before he bedded her later! Or, he grinned as another thought occurred to him. Maybe ask Alice to apply a little cure for the sluts laziness. The sexy little bitch was terrified of her, wasn’t she?

He glanced over to his wife, who was now looking thoughtfully down at the phone again with an odd look on her face as though she were annoyed about something and at the same time pleased. One of her fingers was absently tapping away at the top of it as though to aid her thought process. He glanced at his favourite sex toy, frantically polishing away as though her life depended on it. He looked back to his wife, thinking it probably did.

“That was Claire “, Patricia announced, still tapping the top of the phone with a long slim finger.

He nodded. “I gathered that, likewise, that you were unhappy about something” he nodded again but this time in the direction of Girlie. “Something to do with Mumsie?” Husband and wife both looked at the youth busily polishing, but she gave no sign that she’d heard them.

“The thieving bitch is going travelling again with a friend at short notice, very short notice, like yesterday almost! A cruise to Australia they’ve got on the cheap due to cancellations, although they’re not yet decided on whether to go all the way!”

“All the way?”

Patricia stopped tapping the phone and used her finger to make a swirling motion. “All the way around, make it a full world cruise, but from how she talked, I got the impression that it was less of a decision and more a foregone conclusion. I gather the cruise line is desperate to fill cabins and has slashed its prices after that incident on the other ship with that awful fire in the Red Sea!”

“Pity the miserable old bag wasn’t on that one”, he murmured to himself.

“ And you know what my dear sister is like when it comes to money except when she senses a real bargain!” his wife continued.

He nodded. “Makes Ebenezer Scrooge look like a reckless spendthrift! So, what is the problem, your sister looking for someone to babysit mommy dearest? That it? What about those friends of hers you told me about, the mother and daughter? The ones you don’t like! Didn’t they house sit last time she went away?”

Yeah,” Patricia tossed over her shoulder as she strolled over to the window, picked up an antique silver candlestick from the ‘done’ pile, and gave it a cursory glance before returning to her husband. “Yes, Primrose and her horrible daughter. Claire seems to set great store by them, or used to, but they’re not exactly my cup of tea. I gather they’ve agreed to look after her for a week, but Claire doesn’t want to let them have her for longer. She doesn’t trust them because there’s also some tiff brewing I sensed from some of her comments. Probably something very minor, I expect! The bottom line was that we were her first choice, but she knew we would be away for a few days. Given her imminent departure, she had no other option, but she wants us to go collect the bitch a week later.”

He grunted, one eye still on his iPad, frowning at a score line that wasn’t particularly pleasing nor flattering for one of his favourite lower league teams. “Very trivial tiff wise, I expect. Your sister is way too touchy, always has been! He looked up. “Anyway, what’s the big problem? I thought you regretted lending the bitch to Claire in the first place. You’ve been brooding about that for months on and off, haven’t you? Plus, you keep talking about adding at least one more to your bed, starting your own mini harem!”

“True”, Patricia conceded thoughtfully, staring at the carpet.

He grinned as a thought occurred to him, and he shot a crafty sideways look at his wife. “Plus, of course, they’d be sisters!” His grin grew broader as his wife’s brooding head shot upright, and the sudden look she threw at him was very gratifying. He might have received the same sort of reverential look had he announced discovering the secret of alchemy to members of the relevant scientific body, how to turn lead into gold no less!

“Sisters!” she exclaimed with a wicked smile that grew broader and more wicked the more she thought about it. “Sisters, of course, they are, Mumsie and little Auntie, sisters!”

Her husband smiled and returned to his iPad. “Not going to find many of them at auction, I expect and certainly not of the age you prefer with decent looks and figures,” he remarked with a casual calculated deceptiveness.

Patricia laughed delightedly and ruffled his hair absently, noticing that the small bald patch at the crown was growing. Pity because she liked that full head of hair he sported and then bent and kissed the spot on a rare impulse.

“What that for?”

“For being such a clever boy, of course. I hadn’t even considered that delightful aspect which grows more delightful and entertaining the more I think about it!” she paused. “Talking about sisters, I doubt my dear sister will be terribly happy, though!”

He shrugged. “So what? If she goes on this global trip, she’ll be away for five or six months? Certainly, long enough to have forgotten Mumsies charms, I expect. Use those extensive contacts of yours. Claire’s not far off the big five-zero, is she, and you were saying last week you wanted to buy her a suitable present. Buy the woman her own bit of fluff! Anyway, even if we are away for a couple of days, Alice and Eva will still be here, so where’s her problem? Ouch, watch it!” he grunted as she tapped him on the head with two fingers.

“That would cost me somewhat more than I had in mind, a whole lot more in fact. Still, it’s something to consider. I am rather fond of my big sister even if she does irritate the hell out of me at times!” Patricia said, speaking more to herself than her husband. “She’s always preferred them a lot younger than me, and she is family. Stop laughing!” she rapped his head again.

“Sorry, he muttered”, rubbing his head.

“Anyway, I doubt she even thought about Alice and Eva. I think she still thinks of them as kids in her mind. She doesn’t visit all that often remember

He remained silent on that one resisting the response that sprang to mind and merely emitted a non-committal grunt. As usual, he would have no say in the final decision, although he welcomed the diversion. His wife had been in a funny mood of late, so it might divert her from making some rash decision regarding his little bitch and providing her with a new amusement. Or, more accurately, renewing her acquaintance with an older one!

Patricia gave his hair a final ruffle, then wandered over towards the window again and, this time, chose an ornate silver cow creamer to absently examine, seemingly oblivious to the suddenly trembling Girlie beside her before turning back to her husband.

“I’ll give her a call this evening and fix things up. Give the indecisive bitch a few hours to see if she’s decided what she intends to do trip-wise, and then we can start planning when to go and collect Mumsie from her godawful sitters” she smiled. “You’ve never met them, and  I think you’ll find them….interesting!”

*****

“Another member of the same family, meet Fido, the eldest sibling”, Alice said, lifting the catch on the dog pen, then snapped her fingers and pointed to the muddy toe of her boot.

Fido, who’d been excitedly scurrying around in circles waggling his butt plug tail and franticly barking and woofing at his pen door as required and ensured via his training, immediately waddled out on his elbow and knee padded bent limbs and obediently lowered his head. He ceased the doggie verbal greeting as his pink tongue unhesitatingly began licking his young Mistress’s filthy boots.

“Cute”, Heather observed. “I’ve been trying to persuade Margret to branch out a little, but she’s very conservative, as you know!”

“Yeah, I’d noticed. Very single-minded at times,” Alice agreed, twisting her foot slightly so Fido could attend to the fresh sticky muck on the sole. “A real stick in the mud, although didn’t I hear something recently about adding a few cows or was that just empty gossip? She reached down, grabbed Fido’s collar, heaved him sideways, snapping her fingers again, and thrust his head down towards Heather’s well-scuffed brown riding boots. “I’ve trained you too well, haven’t I, boy, but guests first today, I think!”

Heather giggled and twisted her right foot just as her friend had done. Alice had told her how talented and well trained that tongue was, and the young pup was sort of adorable with those big sad brown eyes, the stumpy little legs and energic butt wagging his little tail as he shook his butt. Pity, she sighed silently that she felt so dammed loyal to her hunky partner, but that was how she was. Anyway, she found the idea of using the animal as Alice did slightly distasteful in a strange and somewhat repulsive sense which was a little weird given that the creature licking avidly at her boot was not an animal at all!

“Why the big sigh?” Alice queried lightly, tapping Fido’s rump with the tip of her quirt to remind him of what happened to lazy and unenthusiastic hounds as if he didn’t know by now!

“No reason”, Heather promptly replied as she offered up her other boots. “There was, but she wasn’t going to admit it and certainly not to her friend Alice.

Alice grinned, fully aware of what was passing through her friend’s mind. Margret had once told her that Heather was unique in her experience, being able to almost divorce herself from the reality of the pony she was training and see it purely as an animal even though she knew it was not! ‘We all see a captive human form harnessed and helplessly restrained for our amusement and titillation, do we not? Whereas I’d swear that girl virtually views them as wild two-legged equine animals that need to be broken and trained no differently to the four-legged variety. An almost separate sub-species!’

Heather switched feet, enjoying the new experience and making a mental note to renew that conversation she’d had with her boss a couple of weeks back. That tumbledown old farm equipment shed behind the stable could be cleared out and converted into a suitable kennel. It would add another string to Margret’s bow, and the puppy scene was growing in popularity, given that they were easier to accommodate than ponies. Possibly more potential buyers as well, not that her boss needed the money, but perhaps a little variety would be welcomed, not to mention the additional kudos earned for selling well-trained pups!

“ Cows”, Heather muttered, returning to what her friend had said and twisting her foot so that the slavering obedient tongue could reach the sole of her well-scuffed boot.

“Pardon!”

“You heard correctly. My boss lady mentioned that she’s been looking into the Hucow scene; apparently, a French woman and her husband have perfected some interesting techniques at their place near Reims. Both doctors and the wife specialises in some obscure medical research to do with pregnancy and breastfeeding. The husband is a biological boffin, apparently well known in the veterinary research industry. I gather it’s something to do with a side effect from a trial breast cancer treatment that’s been noticed in some non-pregnant women. Margret says they’ve developed a technique that makes keeping Hucows, well, she said not financially viable, not yet anyway but interesting and potentially useful on a small scale. An additional entertainment, even a practical reason for future expansion!” Her words, not mine.

Alice raised her eyebrows. “Interesting. Very interesting indeed. I suspect Margret won’t be the only one following such developments” she jerked her head towards the house. “I can think of one person who is decidedly less one track than Margret when it comes to unique animals” she nodded at Fido.

Heather laughed. “I’ll mention it at supper tonight, and she can give her a call and get more details. You know how chummy they are! Anyway, if Margret does decide to branch out in another direction, why not two” she mused and then chuckled.

Alice reached into the pen and unhooked her dog’s leash from its hook as Heather bent to scratch Fido behind his ears, giggling as she did so. “What’s so amusing?” she asked, clipping it onto Fido’s heavy posture collar and handing it to her friend.

Heather straightened up, giving the leash a slight tug. “Here boy, heel, walkies time! Nothing much,” she added to Alice as her friend stared curiously at her before turning to go and fetch one of her other dogs. Heather had been thinking of another aspect of doggie training that most owners would require, especially if they shared Alice’s bestial penchants. No doubt her two lesbian stable helpers, Kylie and Susie, would be only too pleased to walk them up to their apartment over the stable and provide that education in their own time! Despite their sexuality, they seemed to have no preference regarding the sex of the head between their thighs when it came to pleasuring them!

“Is he always this skittish?” Heather asked a minute later as they walked towards the stable building. “Heel damn you!” she hauled savagely on the leash dragging the wayward canine youth back towards her boots.

Alice laughed. “Only when Prince or Sultan here is around him”, she gestured to the huge slavering beast pulling at the leash she was holding. “Prince isn’t fussy, but I think Sultan here regards young Fido as his favourite personal bitch, and he’s overdue for a little fun. Sultan, I mean!” Alice laughed.

“Heel” Heather gave the leash another sharp tug and freed the riding crop from her belt to tap the dog on the head. “Behave, boy!” she was interested to note that he barely flinched or glanced at the crop, his eyes constantly flicking towards Sultan. Interesting, she thought and another aspect of pup ownership. “Perhaps tonight you might care to organise a little demonstration and….HEEL!” she screamed and lashed out with the crop as Fido promptly attempted to dash sideways as his canine beau veered towards him.

Allice giggled as she watched her friend deliver several hard obedience lessons with her crop to the nervous pup. Heather didn’t do mild or medium when it came to such lessons. The animal either obeyed her or did not, and if it was the latter, it received swift and severe punishment! She felt no sympathy. If anything, the opposite, the dog’s attitude was a touch embarrassing, so Fido deserved everything he got or would get! She made no allowance for his obvious terror of the huge slobbering beast she was walking, and if anything, her attitude was more one of amusement at his stupidity. Did the silly creature think for one moment he could somehow escape them both while restricted to waddling along on those stubby doubled-up little legs!

Heather confirmed that thought a moment later after delivering the fifth hard blow to his rump. “Walk!” she commanded, prompting the dog with the toe of her left boot. “Now, heel! Nose to my boot, now”, she ordered and, after a couple of seconds of watching him, turned to Alice with a big smile.

“So cute the way he walks, isn’t it. So much effort for so little progress, but he manages quite well to keep up, doesn’t he?”

“One word”, Alice laughed, “Practice!” she pointed at Heather’s crop. “Plus, the appropriate encouragement, of course”.

“More effective than doggie treats, I expect!”

“Treats! What are those?” Alice bantered straight back with a grin, and then both girls dissolved into a fit of giggles?

*****

“Kneel…No, not like that, you stupid rebellious animal” Eva lashed out with the short whip and left another livid stripe on Patootie’s battered bleeding rump. “Don’t try my patience today, Toot’s! Fuck up again, and I’ll have you back on the whipping hurdle screaming your damn head off for the next couple of hours!” The younger girl bent down and whispered in her victim’s ear. “One of us, not mentioning any names but the dumb one with the big fat udders, has probably learned by now just how quickly that can happen! Likewise, how one of us can make those big udders bounce about under her whip!” Eva stood up with an amused snigger.

The girl once known as Jenny shuddered, stifling her sobs and promptly obeyed her young owner. It was so unfair, it was just a genuine mistake, and she’d not intended to make any gesture of rebellion or protest, far from it. Not today; she needed a break. She’d been rebellious, been obstinate, been herself and deep down, she still was all those things, but for now, she was Patootie, the human pony.

Eva considered her pony for a moment running her left lightly along the short thick braided leather of her whip before doubling it up again in her right hand. She waited a moment, then leaned forward using it to tap her ponies nearest haunch again and was pleasantly surprised when Patootie dropped down on one knee as she’d been training her to do.

The pony was nowhere near fully broken, both pony and owner knew that, but it was a promising start for one of them and a humiliating concession by the other. Jenny had been desperate to avoid that whip in her young owner’s hand. She couldn’t take any more now, not just yet, not today. Tomorrow perhaps, and in the future, yes for definite, for she would never surrender, never let the evil little brat succeed in what she was trying to do. She was a person, a human being and not an animal and never would be or behave like one no matter how foully they treated her or what they did to her!

Concentrate, Jenny told herself, concentrate, girl. It’s not fucking rocket science, is it! Far from it, but it was demeaning and humiliating, but she couldn’t take another whipping, not today! When Eva had tapped her and commanded her to kneel, she’d instinctively dropped down on both knees rather than one as required. That had earned her the instant fiery stripe, which was not the first of the day either. The little bitch had used that whip several times as she prepped her ‘pony’ for the day’s activities, and Jenny didn’t think she could take any more. Her ongoing agony was slowly beginning to override her will to resist. The mere thought of further additions to her tortured flesh today was unthinkable!

“Hup”, Eva commanded with another tap of her folded whip, and Jenny rose quickly to her feet or hooves as she now possessed courtesy of a pair of ridiculous and uncomfortable knee boots tightly laced to her legs.

“Kneel”

Jenny immediately sank again on one knee. The whip tapped lightly on her head, and that hateful young voice said, “Good, good girl. Now…. wait for it, you stupid animal, WAIT!” Eva screamed, shaking loose her whip and lashing it forward twice, once on each of her pony's bloodied rump cheeks. “Now kneel, you dumb fucking useless animal, kneel. Or would you rather I caned those fat udders of yours again!”

Jenny obeyed, instantly dropping back down and sobbing into her mouth bit. No, not her breasts again! Why, what had she done? She’d once considered herself something of a tough, independent freewheeling single woman, but now she was terrified of a pint-sized teen with a whip! Worse, she was conscious that she was beginning to obey that whip, much to her growing self-mortification!

Eva shook her whip under her ponies face, then slowly doubled it up again before rapping it on her animal's head harder this time. She waited a couple of seconds and then coughed aloud.

Jenny was tensed up and nervous, terrified of that whip Eva was holding and instinctively began to rise again before she realised with horror that she’d been tricked into making another mistake by the young monster. She instinctively cowered back down, fearful of what might happen.

There was a long ominous silence, and then the whip tapped against her head again, once, twice and then a third time before Eva emitted a very loud sigh before speaking. “It would seem, pony,” she said slowly and very clearly, “that you have not yet learned to obey your new owner and no doubt find it amusing to THINK FOR YOURSELF!”

*****

“What’s with all the noise,” Alice asked as she and Heather entered the stable through the smaller rear door to be greeted by a chorus of agonised, despairing shrieks.

“Sounds to me like a naughty pony reacting to another little object lesson in obedience via the stable cane,” Heather said and added. “Good set of lungs on that one which will come in useful later on, I expect, once Eva starts riding her!” she waved to the young girl, who paused and waved back.

Eva took a pace back from the whipping hurdle she’d dragged and secured the reluctant, terrified Patootie upon once more. Her pony’s useless struggles had both amused and annoyed her. The stupid animal might be older, heavier and considerably bigger than her but restrained as it was, did the silly creature think it had the slightest chance of escaping her wrath? Or come to that, the long thick cane she was flexing in both hands before its terrified eyes as she allowed her rebellious creature a short breather before recommencing its ‘education’. Eyeing the damage she’d wrought since they’d returned from Margret’s place, she might have to tone things down a little, she thought, little though the idea appealed to her!

“Problem?” Alice called to her younger sister.

“Nope, not anymore. I’m dealing with it,” Eva replied in a firm tone that indicated she neither needed nor wanted any assistance from her older sibling. “Some dumb animal forgot that thinking is no longer an option and wanted to respond before it heard my command, very foolish, very foolish indeed”, the girl growled between clenched teeth and brought the thick cane down hard on her pony’s bleeding, battered rump making it jump and scream anew!

Alice looked thoughtful and was about to say something else when Heather caught her eye and winked. “Don’t be a spoilsport, she’s enjoying herself so much, so I’d leave it if I were you”, she grinned “only young once and all that stuff, plus it’s a big strong pony with a nice fresh hide on it!”

Alice eyed her coldly. “Yeah, like you and I qualify for a Zimmer frame apiece! There is such a thing as sharing the morning chores, you know, and we do have a rota for who starts first and guess who’s name heads today’s list!” she glanced back towards the noise, then sighed.

Heather giggled at the sour expression on her friend’s face, then nodded towards the iron cage next to them. “I’ll volunteer to sub for her, so let’s get daddy out of his deluxe penthouse suite and put him to work. Now, I would object if I had to work, and you let him lounge around all day doing sweet FA”, She laughed and turned towards the area where they kept the wheelbarrows and stacked mucking out tools.

“Fat chance of that, but wait on a sec, Honey”, Alice muttered, unlocking the cage. “Out, out now, dirtbag”, she ordered, opening the low door and then added, “Here, take this, please” she thrust Sultan's leash at Heather, “go tie them both up over there” she pointed and at the same offered her right boot to the man as he crawled out to perform his regular morning homage orally. “Well apart, please”, she called, knowing what Sultan would do if he were left alone and near Fido. Not this early, he could save his seemingly boundless virility for the evening’s entertainment. Something the all too experienced and accomplished ace pony trainer Heather would not have seen before! Two-legged stallions and mares, yes. Two and four-legged doggies, no!

Another high-pitched anguished shriek sounded as Eva slowly, stroke by stroke, delivered her latest obedience lesson to this lowly fucker’s niece. Did he know who or suspect who she was, Alice thought, not that it mattered a damn did it? She’d broken him to the point that he probably didn’t even need those heavy leg irons or the hobble chain between them. The only things she permitted him to wear other than his cock cage and security shock collar, not that you could count any of them as everyday apparel!

He'd attacked her or tried not long after she removed him from the nursery. Idiot, he’d been far too weak to achieve anything. He’d paid a heavy price over several days for that foolish impulse, and she doubted he’d ever try again. Even Midnight, her massive muscle-bound stallion, was afraid of her, and this wimp was no Midnight, was he! She grinned as she saw Fido backing as far away from his hairy companion as possible where Heather had tied them up, and then another thought came to her. Why not?

She eyed the whip-scarred bottom bobbing about slightly as the man’s tongue paid slavering obsequious homage to her mud-splashed boots. That would add another debasing level to his humiliation, would it not, while elevating her status as his owner and mistress a notch higher and providing an extra bit of fun and personal satisfaction. You didn’t always need a whip and pain to break these animals! There were other methods an imaginative girl with a collection of sizeable strap-ons could utilise to break and humble those proud spirits they foolishly tried to retain!

Sultan’s continual low growling prompted her to look over where Fido was still cowering back as far as his leash would allow from his eager paramour. That massive canine equally straining on his extended leash nor looking at his quivering anatomy was that the only thing extended in anticipation. If she could see it bobbing about, then so could Fido!

The human doggie had an excellent tongue on him, but that was not the only part of his doggie bitch anatomy she’d sampled, was it? That was quite rare, for she preferred the stable's captive occupants to satisfy her more active sexual inclinations! He hadn’t been spared, though, and it had amused her to take him a couple of times. Once in a kennel session, she’d even gone turn and turn about with Prince; that had been an entertaining evening! He hadn’t even been a bad fuck, although admittedly, nothing like as enjoyable as his sister before, she’d become too fat and delicate for a vigorous and prolonged deep shafting with her numerous dildos. That delicious little filly was second only to Midnight so far as reaction went when she satisfied her lust while giving them a thorough fucking!

How many times had daddy down there seen her take one of the ponies, male or female, on her bitching bench since she’d caged him in here? Time for daddy to stand in for his daughter, mayhap; after all, she’d had Girlie a few times as well, hadn’t she? Partly for her own amusement and partly to spite that useless lazy slob who occasionally shared her mother’s bed!

“Alright, you” Heather had returned from whatever she’d been doing and poked the toe of her boot hard into the man's ribs. “Up, up boy and follow me. You can’t spend all day slurping muck off your Mistress's boots no matter how much you enjoy it!” she giggled and winked at Alice. “Time for some hard work, and don’t imagine for one moment that I’m a soft touch! Piss me off, and you’ll be the next one singing on that whipping hurdle, and my right arm has only got one setting. That starts with an S and ends with E-V-E-R-E! No on second thoughts, get back down there and crawl after me, move yourself!”

Alice smiled, thinking it must be another new experience for her friend. Margret didn’t keep a male slave around to do some of the less pleasant chores in her stable, did she? She glanced at the terrified Fido, and maybe Heather would appreciate a little reward tonight, provided she could be persuaded to put those silly prejudices to one side. It wouldn’t hurt for one night, and that tongue was such a gem!

Then there was Girlie to consider, wasn’t there? She’d had her eye on the bitch the other night. Why should that lazy little slut be spared from one of her principal duties for a couple of nights while her mother and dick-brain were away? Why hadn’t she thought of her before? After all fucking the arse off something that wasn’t strapped down had been a novel experience, plus the little bitch was trained to be responsive! Maybe open a half bottle of chilled bubbly for her to sup between bouts of passion while the little bitch recovered herself! Add in a little variety in the shape and size of the dildos she’d choose and spend a long evening exploring the depths of the little bitch’s male cunt. She smiled as she walked over to join Heather by an open stall. Her stepfather was impressive, but she had bigger and thicker in her extensive collection, hadn’t she?

“What’s so amusing? You look like the proverbial cat that got the cream?”

Alice laughed. “Oh, much better, Kiddo, more like one of your ponies that’s just been spared a beating for disobedience!”

Heather grunted derisively, eyeing the naked figure franticly shovelling muck into a wheelbarrow and the nervous two-legged filly cowering behind him, the one who’d irritated her the day before. “Not me, Honey. Not known at this address. You got the wrong girl for that one!”

*****

Although Alice didn’t know it, some of her thoughts were mirrored in the big house's lounge. Girlie was alone, finishing off the last remaining piece of silverware that had to be polished to gleaming perfection. That little scene earlier had added some extra zest to his polishing, just as the old bitch had intended. Once satisfied that he could achieve no more and conscious of all the other chores he had yet to perform and perform to perfection, no excuses accepted, ever, he peeled off the thin latex gloves he’d worn to protect his hands and immediately cursed in horror. Not again!

The thin blue rubber gloves were Eva’s idea, and he had to wear them for virtually every daily task lest he damage or lose one of his new fingernails. The little teenage bitch was into what her mother contemptuously referred to as this modern ‘glue and goo’ phase. When the little sadist wasn’t out in the stables making life miserable for her new pony, she was usually up in her bedroom sitting in front of a mirror experimenting with different ‘looks’ then taking selfies to send to her friends for their thoughts. Not always welcome ones, he judged by how she could suddenly go wild at some of their responses!

Worse, she’d taken to asking everyone’s opinion, including his and she expected an honest appraisal even from him, and there was no way he could give back the response she got from her older sister or mother! His answer was invariably unsatisfactory, and the palm of a small hand would instantly make contact with one of his cheeks!

Worse, nor was the sadistic little bitch content with experimenting on her own face but frequently borrowed his for additional research. Such experiments usually preceded by comments such as, ‘found these cheap on eBay’ or ‘got this funny looking stuff at the pound shop’, which translated into ‘made in China or similar and use at your own peril!’ His participation being a suggestion from her mother ‘just in case, darling!’

He surveyed the two detached talons, no other word for them, with a certain degree of resignation. It was inevitable. The bitch never glued them on properly. She was always somewhat frugal with the glue saying, ‘Easy to remove later when I want to change them’. Not that she ever considered that when the damn things started working loose. No, it was always his fault! He was so careless, unappreciative and ungrateful of her best efforts to make him a gorgeous-looking bitch!

His face was caked with yet another thick layer of trial gunk guaranteed to cover every possible blemish because she was suffering from a mild bout of acne. His eyelids sported heavy lashes the size of a South American caterpillar, and one of those was beginning to detach itself, no doubt due to sheer damn weight! Worse, she’d initiated a discussion about lip filler injections with her mother and sister while he was serving dinner last night. They hadn’t been very enthusiastic about it, but he’d noted Eva had been eyeing him somewhat speculatively as she talked about a friend who’d had it done and looked like really cool.

The thought of her with a needle and syringe in her hand or whatever they used terrified him even more than that of her cane. The cane hurt like, well, it was indescribable, not to mention the humiliation but he was well used to the latter by now in a hundred different forms! The moment she spotted, or he confessed to the absent, false nails, her fingers would snap and then point to the nearest suitable chair for him to drape himself over. He’d instantly obey, lifting his skirts to bare his bottom while the sadistic teen went to fetch a cane. Never a long wait in this house!

The cane, he reflected, was instant. Agonising, very and the effects likewise, they lingered painfully, but the worst of it was quickly over. Lip filler would be permanent or semi-permanent and last for months, wouldn’t it? He did not know much about it, but the idea of Eva sticking a needle into his lips and pumping them full of…of whatever it was filled him with horror. Then there were all the side effects, weren’t there? Half of what Alice, Heather and her mother had said the other night was about those effects or botched jobs, and none of it had sounded good!

After a few mouthfuls of strawberries and ice cream, Eva had simply shrugged her shoulders and muttered to herself, ‘all the more reason to experiment then!’ Her father had laughed and nodded towards him. “Well, a couple of big fat, bloated lips might make that opening more entertaining, even better if they get super sensitive, so experiment away if you want! Just leave her other hole alone. I prefer that as it is! He’d finished with a coarse laugh.

Patrica had given her husband a thin smile, whereas the two sisters had glanced at each other, briefly raised their eyes to the ceiling before sharing another long glance. Eva had immediately returned to the contents of the chilled dessert bowl, but Alice had looked at him as though she hadn’t seen him for a long time. Odd because she’d slapped his face hard during breakfast for a trivial offence. He didn’t like that speculative look and hastily averted his eyes and busied himself arranging crockery on the sideboard. As he sorted the crockery, he could feel those cold, calculating eyes on him, almost like a physical touch.

“You know, little sis, although I hate to say it, you’re not doing too bad a job on the lazy bitch. She was perfectly acceptable before, but I think your enhancements are beginning to add a little something extra, perhaps….” Her voice had trailed off before she asked a question. “I take it you won’t be taking her with you when you two go up to London?”

Her mother had laughed. “Hardly, dear! That hotel is still somewhat conservative, nothing like as bad as it used to be, thanks to losing a couple of expensive lawsuits, not to mention the negative publicity. Still, I think Girlie there might prove a little too much even for their more open-minded era! Passable though she is, I don’t think leaving the little bitch suitably retrained in one of the rooms while we are out would be very advisable!”

“That’s what I thought.” Alice had mused thoughtfully. “It’s been a long time since….well, maybe a little variety one evening or even two won’t go amiss.”

Her father had suddenly laughed that horrible coarse laugh again. “Well, that will save you walking across to the stable for your evening entertainment, won’t it!”

That was when he dropped the heavy vegetable dish he was holding, which instantly cracked into several pieces despite the cushioning effect of the thick carpet. Three shrill, angry female voices simultaneously rang out and hands grabbed at him. Even as he obediently bent over the back of a chair and Eva handed her mother a long thin cane, all he could think of was the last time he’d spent an evening providing Miss Alice with a little variety, and it was not a pleasant memory! Doing anything with Miss Alice was never pleasant, ever!