A Tale Of Two Families

Chapter thirty-one.

“Oh, mother, that’s ridiculous!” Alice snapped as the sound of the delivery van's wheels scrunching on the gravel receded.

“What is, dear?” Patricia asked, glancing up from the piece of paper she was holding.

Alice shook her head and laughed, pointing to the four recumbent unconscious human forms on the concrete floor. You’re checking an inventory, a delivery note! There are only four of them, and they would appear to be all there and with everything they are supposed to have, arms and legs, etc.! I make it four, and I still have two thumbs and four fingers to spare”.

“Still doing that, dear? I thought you’d given up counting on your fingers about the time I stopped you sucking on your thumb. Besides, you know I always check everything. When have you ever seen me leave the supermarket without checking the receipt?”

Alice snorted and moved to the nearest comatose form poking it with the toe of her boot. “You didn’t buy these from the local supermarket, mummy dearest”.

“No, dear”, Patricia agreed, folding the paper and putting it in her pocket. “I didn’t. Their stock of such exotics is a little on the low side, and this isn’t a delivery slip either. It’s a personal note from Steve regarding our new arrivals. Our very expensive new arrivals, I might add”.

“Saying what?” Alice demanded, bending over one of the unconscious forms and touching its neck, checking for a pulse and lifting an eyelid. She’d done that to all of them at least once already and, in that respect, was no different from her mother in checking things.

“As I just said. It’s a personal note.” Patricia smiled at her oldest daughter, stressing the word personal. “Nothing that needs to concern you, Sweetie. Now, don’t look at me that way. Between Steve and me, it will remain. Now, I believe we have more immediate matters to attend to and best be about it. We…” she stopped as her phone rang. “Yes, all right, good. Well, that couldn’t be helped, and you won’t die from a couple of little bumps, will you? Now come back up and help us.” She tapped her phone, terminating the call, and muttered, “Wimp!”

“Who, oh yes, him!” Alice caught on.

“He says the vans departed, and he’s dumped the rubbish bags ready for the bin men to collect tomorrow. Nice of them to take it all down to the gate and save us one minor chore even if he did go with them.”

“Very appropriate, rubbish going along with the rubbish bags”, Alice mouthed inaudibly to herself and then much louder, “What was that bit about the bumps?”

“Eh, what?” Patricia had bent down to check the same unconscious figure that her daughter had in an identical automatic action only seconds before. “Oh, he was moaning that there wasn't enough room in the front for the ride down to the gate, so they put him in the back, and he fell over and bumped himself when they hit a pothole. Typical! My bloody wimp of a husband!”

“Evidently beyond his mental capacity to decide that standing up while bouncing down that track would be a bad idea. It's a pity they let him out at the gate. I’m sure your mysterious Steve could find someone somewhere who would appreciate the lazy slob for a suitable price,” Alice snorted derisively. “Hell, I’d even chip in if they were a bit short on the purchase price. Not that I expect he’d go for all that much!”

Patricia smiled but also wagged a finger towards her daughter. “Oh, I don’t know. He has one prize attribute, so for now, the woman who’s married to him is still appreciative and does not intend to cross that bridge anytime soon as long as he’s useful for…well, you know!” she laughed. “Now then, to business. This one first, I think, as he’s the lucky one destined for the cowshed.” She gave a short laugh. “Who knows, with these two pretty things to keep him company, he might even find life here enjoyable!” She pointed at the girls lying beside the male figure she’d indicated.

“Oh, I doubt that”, Alice sniggered, bending down to help her mother. “His brother may have been selected by daddy dearest to dance on the end of his cock, but when have any of them found living under my whip enjoyable! Ready, up and lift him to his feet. Sleep walkie-times for our big boy. I still can’t believe you shelled out all that money merely to ‘keep it in the family’. If you'd looked around, you could have got two brutes like this at half the price, even less, I expect,”.

“Bat and ball, Honey, so my game, my rules. Or, in practical terms, my money, my house, my cow shed, or should that be cow barn? Anyway, my shares and investments are doing well at the moment, and it's about bloody time. A larger inroad into the Swiss account than usual but not nearly enough to put us in the poor house. So, stop worrying, girl. We aren’t likely to be begging for a second bowl of gruel any time soon. Now stop your grumbling and lift!”

“What exactly is gruel,” Alice asked, bending at the knees.

“Some sort of porridge, I think, but very thin and watery, not much body to it. The traditional food for country peasants, poor people and convicts in days gone by!”

“Sounds eminently suitable for certain animals in days yet to go by!” Alice laughed. “Ready, one, two, three and lift”

Between them, Mother and daughter rose to their feet, supporting the unconscious man between them. Surprisingly, he was relatively free from restraints other than his hands cuffed behind his back and a shortish chain between his ankle cuffs. A yellow ball gag with many large holes in it to facilitate breathing should it become necessary filled his mouth. In his early twenties, the man or young man was clad head to foot in a brown padded onesie to provide warmth and body protection for his journey.

Neither was surprised as the bulky unconscious figure was somewhat cooperative as they stood him upright. They were familiar with the brown body suits as Steve did not like delivering ‘damaged goods’ and never used boxes or specialised crates if he could avoid them. Some of his buyers were very picky about the quality of their unique merchandise, and even the slightest additional bruise or minor scratch could bring forth complaints. It was a touch unreasonable in his opinion, bordering on ridiculous given that he knew how cruelly most of them would treat their new acquisitions, but then again, they were paying top dollar for the privilege, were they not?

The cocktail of drugs injected into the young man a few hours earlier would take more than a few more hours to wear off. So, for the moment, he was completely tractable, even willingly compliant, as his body functioned as though on auto-pilot. Alice called it Zombie mode, although that wasn’t strictly accurate, of course, for he was still very much alive, although perhaps he’d soon wish that wasn’t the case.

Mother and daughter slowly walked the man down to the stall he would be occupying for a long time, a very long time in their minds. Patricia had initially said Bier, but after an argument with her daughter, she googled the term and discovered it meant barn or cowshed. Alice had been more practical, saying that regardless of any meaning, she wasn’t about to learn a whole new lexicon for the sake of it. Horse or cow of the human variety would live in a stall so far as she was concerned, and a stall she would continue to call it. End of discussion!

The new building was a low, narrow structure of grey, unpainted painted masonry blocks and a green corrugated metal roof with evenly spaced clear PVC panels. Cheap and pretty nasty had been Alice’s appraisal of the new addition, but she was biased, having spent a week and a bit on security duty while the quick-setting concrete base was laid and then the structure assembled. Alice was a beautiful girl, as the various workmen noted, and being whistled at didn’t go down too well with her. Nor the rough and ready, suggestive banter of the construction crew!

Banter she could deal with giving as good as she got, or better,  but Alice was decidedly not the sort of girl who appreciated being whistled at. Combine that with the stress and hassle of being chiefly responsible for ensuring the workers didn’t stray where they were not wanted, along with all the ordinary, some might say, very unordinary daily tasks that still needed doing had tried her temper somewhat. It was all too much too soon, in her opinion, as the most practical-minded member of the family.

Her mother had got this bee in her bonnet about Hucows ever since that telephone conversation she’d had one evening with her friend Margret. Alice was not opposed to branching out in a new direction that promised to be entertaining in many ways, even though the basic elements would be no different from the existing kennel or stable. Nor would the raw material obtained for the new project differ, merely how they moulded and used it!

Her mother had been convinced before they made their trip to France, and any doubts had vanished the moment they viewed the three Hucows in the French couple's cowshed. Alice had smiled to herself, seeing that entranced expression on her mother's face. It was not so much a ‘road to Damascus’ moment but more a neat crossing of t’s or dotting I’s in a document already approved for publication. Not that Alice herself hadn’t found that visit interesting and indeed stimulating, but she’d never doubted the outcome.

Patricia had wasted no time setting the necessary wheels in motion. Unfortunately, their flight back from Paris had been delayed for two hours, and Patricia had been on her phone non-stop for a good part of it, making calls, emails and text messages. Twice, Alice kicked her mother under the table, signalling her to hush herself when she became too loudly excited. They’d been seated in an overcrowded airport coffee bar, which wasn’t the best place to make some of her mother's calls. Alice had finally taken her mother's phone from her and switched it off after the flight departures screen flashed up that their delay was no longer two but three hours. Patricia had glared at her but sensibly conceded that her recent actions had been a bit out of character for someone who usually was paranoid about security. She’d consoled herself with another round of coffee and freshly baked croissants while she sat back and ran things through her mind a bit more thoroughly.

It was a rare impetuous one-off bout, for by the time they’d collected their car and driven home, her mother was back to normal; the ice maiden, as her husband sometimes called her and had cancelled a couple of things, she’d initially planned a shade too hastily. The large male zombie they were walking carefully toward his new home was one of those changes, but he’d never know that. Along with his twin brother, he had been on the back burner, so to speak, but no more than as an ‘interesting’ but unlikely possible in the wicked mind of his new owner.

By standard business priority definitions, definitely in the third category after the essential to do, should do and then in last place, those nice to do’s. Patricia had a roving eye regarding potential livestock or submissive female bed mates, and her ‘nice to do’ or, in her case, nice to own, was a very fluid list. Occasionally, on a whim, she might spend a lot of money on such a potential theoretical project, but rarely went the whole hog. Just the fact that she could, if she so desired, gave her a certain delicious thrill.

This time, she had gone the whole way and then some, only it wasn’t a hog that featured on her shopping list. They’d need a suitable bull, so why take a short-term gamble when she’d already spent money on a ‘nice to do’ project? What had started as an amusing if improbable whim on her part a couple of months back had now turned into something far more concrete. Alice hadn’t quite groaned when her mother had outlined her plan, stifling the sarcastic comment that came immediately to mind, ‘Why not keep it in the family?’ However, her eyebrows and the deep sigh she’d uttered had gone upwards in harmony. She had conceded, though, looking at the photo of the two hunky brothers in their US Football kit, that her mother might be on the right track bull-wise. Her decision regarding the spare, though she thought utterly ridiculous!

Patricia had already paid for a full run-down spec-wise and obtained a provisional if very speculative, quote from Steve, her main supplier and procurer, when needed. Mother and daughter had briefly considered their existing livestock but dismissed the idea. They’d invested too much time in training their current collection of human equines to consider such a lifestyle change for the creatures. Besides, starting from scratch with brand-new livestock for this exciting project was one of the main attractions. New arrivals were always so much fun, at least those fresh from the wild and not bought second or third-hand from a ‘used’ pool on the ‘circuit’.

Anyway, besides Midnight, who was definitely off limits, who else did they have that would be suitable ‘bull’ material? Alice had killed that one off before it had even started. Freeing his massive manhood to give little Moonglow a fat belly once a year under her strict supervision with a painful price to be paid afterwards for his brief moment of ecstasy was one thing. Regular access to several cows to keep their milk output flowing was something else entirely. That was an aspect mother and daughter were still discussing, for neither could accept the casual way the French couple had shrugged it off with a typical ‘Gallic shrug’ as ‘trés nécesaire’. Allowing their captive livestock pleasure, sexual pleasure had never featured on their agenda as owners of healthy two-legged livestock.

A bridge to be crossed when we come to it, Patricia had decided, and besides, the whole process they were joining was still very experimental, wasn’t it? Anyway, there was a lot to do before they got to that stage and by the time they walked ‘Snorter’ to his new home, a lot had been done. The new building he would soon call ‘home’, for instance, not to mention his very presence in it, along with those he would soon impregnate with his seed!

Alice christened him a little earlier when Steve's guys unloaded their expensive cargo. Unlike his silent brother, Snorter was doing just that. He snorted as he breathed in his bemused, barely conscious zombie-like state. Steve's excellent and extensive briefing sheet noted that although both brothers were considerable athletes, they had undergone nasal surgery for breathing problems when very young.

“He might not do that when he’s awake”, Patricia had cautioned, but Alice had just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. It would suffice for now. How the hell did her mother’s mysterious contact get so much information on them? She’d read the notes, those her mother had commissioned when speculatively contemplating a couple of new acquisitions, then the more recent follow-up ones. Hell, but the guy was thorough, bordering on being clairvoyant even. But then, you’d expect a decent report for the money he was paid, wouldn’t you?

Alice didn't even know if Steve was male or female or maybe it was the name of an organisation. Her mother rarely mentioned the name and, when she did, remained incredibly tight-lipped. A need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to-know, not yet anyway, Sweetie, was the infuriating response. Didn’t she trust her own daughter, for heaven's sake! It wasn’t as if she was in any way innocent of what went on around her every single day, and if anything, she was as guilty, if not more so, when it came to sadistic cruelty. Hell, between them, they’d probably racked up a dozen and more life sentences without the possibility of parole already!

 Worse in her case, if Midnight's influential African family ever found out what had become of him and who was responsible. They hadn’t risen to absolute power in their country by being nice to their enemies or even some of their friends! Then again, knowing that fact added a whole new dimension to her ownership of the big two-legged stallion. An unlooked-for bonus when she set out to find and capture her dream equine and one that added to her pleasure every time she looked at her helpless huge beast. Even thinking about her captive ‘big boy, like now, for instance, triggered an instant and delightful little shiver of pleasure!

The assigned stall was a bare windowless pen at the end of the low building constructed from a slightly smoother variant of the same grey masonry blocks. Unlike the exterior ones, they’d been given a couple of coats of white gloss paint that had mostly covered the uneven surface. Hygiene rather than ambience had been the reason for the additional internal décor; they were to house expensive animals. When Alice had been surveying the stalls after the second coat, one of the builders had waved his large roller brush and quipped that ‘they could do with a couple more coats if you want their bedrooms looking nice for them!’ He’d thought that a great joke doubtlessly thinking in terms of occupancy by cows or pigs.

Alice had given him her customary thin smile but chuckled about it later. If only the fool had known and, from her point of view, an if-only situation so far as he was concerned. The big, leery lout had been the worst specimen of the boorish whistlers. Not as big as Midnight but about the same weight-wise because of that unsightly beer belly. It was a pity she had no information on the mysterious Steve and his or her operation. Who’d miss a moron like that? Come to that matter, even without Steve and co, for she’d taken both Midnight and her sisters, Patootie, from the wild, hadn’t she? 

“Care to share it?” Patricia looked at her daughter as they stood up after laying ‘Snorter’ on the dirt floor.

“Share what?”

“The joke or whatever it was. You looked like you were about to say something, then changed tack and did a Cheshire cat impression!”

“Nothing important,” Alice muttered, dusting her hands together, then changed her mind. “Actually, I was thinking of that builder, the coarse, unshaven one who was constantly hassling you for a cup of tea. Any chance of a cuppa, Mrs? You know the loutish one I mean, and… “ she waved a hand around the stall.

Patricia giggled. “Eric, Big Eric, as they called him. Not just unshaven, but you could smell him ten feet away, yuk! Yes, I know what you mean. He was…”

“Irritating!”

Patricia laughed and nodded. “That too, but I was going to say if we ever get into the pig business, then we wouldn’t have to go far afield for a boar! Come on, let's get the other two stalled, stripped and suitably restrained”.

“Pig is right,” Alice said, following her mother. “Although he’d make a pretty good draft animal once I’d trimmed that belly and the surplus fat off him”.

“Yes, well now, who’s getting ambitious? Wasn’t that what you accused me of being a week or two back? Now, I just want to double-check this one again before my husband gets his hot, over-eager hands on him. Did you see him when they delivered? Talk about a cat on a hot tin roof the way he was hopping about with excitement!”

“Probably that monster he keeps in his pants getting over twitchy or maybe caught in his Y-pants!” Alice sneered and poked the recumbent figure with her foot, the twin of the one they’d just stalled. “At least this ones big enough to accommodate the bloody thing, unlike poor Girlie!”

Patricia was kneeling and examining the young man's groin again as she’d done a little earlier. Indeed after a cursory check of pulse and life signs, she’d pulled down the zip on the padded suits of both males and checked their flaccid cocks, both sizeable despite their shrunken limp state.

“Still looks the same to me,” Alice said. “No different to his brother, so that knocks your theory about lefties being bigger down below.

“It’s not my theory, just something I once read about left-handed men and retained. Anyway, who’s to know when they’re both in this shrunken state!” she paused her examination, and Alice could read her mother's mind, knowing instinctively what she was thinking.

“So, want me to go find a tape measure and then we can wait for them to wake up but don’t expect me to play with Rousey-Rousey with their bloody dicks. You’re not seriously considering that, are you?” her voice rose slightly in tone.

“Don’t be silly, dear. I was just curious, and besides, I already know. One of Steve's female employees did the arousing for me and took measurements. There was no difference. That was one of the things included in that note I was reading a moment ago. Besides, it's not so much the size, although visually, from our point of view, bigger will be better entertainment-wise,” she laughed. “Maybe for the cows, too, but that’s irrelevant. It's what he can produce that’s important! In the worst-case scenario, we could swap and reassign them” she frowned. “Not that I would like doing that after we’d started.” She paused, looking at her daughter, and asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What, the look I reserve for idiots, you mean?” Alice replied with a smirk. “I thought you’d read through all the bumf Camille sent you along with all the other stuff to get started; I missed a good part of what they must have told you when we visited France, remember, because I was playing with their bull, Hercule when you went over to the house with them”.

“I remember,” Patricia replied with a disapproving note in her voice. “Abusing their hospitality and the animal with a whip, as I recall!”

“Call it practical experimentation”, Alice shrugged. “After all, we went there to learn, did we not? Anyway, it wasn’t a whip; I used that long, flexible cane thing she used on him. Painful, very painful, I gathered from my brief experiment but not too damaging and….”

“Yes, yes, but what’s your point, girl?” Her mother was getting impatient, which was never a good sign as both daughters, her husband, and all the captive livestock knew. Patricia's temperament was such that the gap between impatience and anger was not that wide. ‘Not so much the Nile delta, more a small mountain stream’, her husband had said in conversation with Alice after her mother had abruptly exploded during dinner. ‘More like a wet gap between paving slabs’, Alice had quipped back, given the minor circumstances triggering her mother's ire that evening.

“Sooner rather than later, that’s my point, Mother. In with all the other stuff, Camille sent some test kits, simple ones, nothing overly complicated. We can use those on them before we start with all the other drugs and stuff. I read through her notes several times and had a long chat with her on the phone when she called to see if we’d received everything. You were out somewhere with your phone switched off or something, so she called me, remember?”

Patricia frowned and absently poked one of the recumbent female figures with the toe of her boot. “Kind of. I remember you telling me she’d called. That was a couple of weeks ago. During that hectic period, everything seemed to happen at once. What with all the planning for this, dealing with the builders and site visits, Steve contacting me daily, or so it seemed, and then the hassle with Moonglow and Megan, meaning I was left alone to cope with all the animals as well! You called me from Margret's place one evening, didn’t you?

 Alice nodded. She was tempted to remind her mother that things wouldn’t have been anything like as hectic if she’d taken everything a bit more slowly. There had been no need for all the rush, but Patricia had just gone full steam ahead in her eagerness to start playing dairy farmer. The fact that Megan, their nurse stroke human animal vet, had been hospitalised with Covid just as little Moonglow was about to foal hadn’t helped, of course.

Heather had shaken her head and apologised, but she wasn’t qualified. Yes, she’d witnessed several foaling at her boss’s place, but only in that capacity, as an interested observer. Margret had her own vet who always attended such events to work with her. Plus, most of them involved older brood mares who’d already dropped more than once, whereas it would be Moonglows first, and she was rather a petite and potentially delicate pony. That had meant an immediate decamp down to Margret's en-masse.

Patricia had been pretty piqued at the time, but there wasn’t much else they could do, and Alice had put her foot down very firmly. Her Moonglow came first regardless of whatever else her mother was planning. If Patricia had to miss the foaling, then it was her fault for being so eager to expand her perverse menagerie in yet another direction!

Alice had also seized the opportunity to drive home a message about staffing she’d been arguing about for a while. She pointed out that it was no good her mother complaining about being left on her own and her husband not being part of the equation; he never was! They already had the occupants of the kennel and stables to look after, plus, of course, her mothers, two bitches in the house, plus Girlie and the bitches father. Now, she was actively planning the acquisition of four more, three for her project and giving the spare to her useless husband for some unfathomable reason. Left to herself, Alice wouldn’t give him the time of day, let alone a new victim to sink his cock into while playing his sissy games with!

At least her mother had conceded for the first time that they could use another pair of hands to help with all the livestock. Alice had come to that conclusion a while back and had been arguing the point for several months. Yes, they had their designated work slave available now that Eva had found herself a new and probably ‘temporary’ interest! Eva was very mercurial that way, so who knew how long Patootie would last? But her filly’s uncle didn’t count, did he? Half the time, you had to watch or supervise him and provide the necessary encouragement, which, while amusing, still meant you weren’t free to do other things.

Heather had listened quietly to the discussion before adding that she knew a girl who might be suitable, and Margret almost certainly would. Her boss had an extensive range of contacts, but it would take time to get something organised. ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’, she’d noted. Alice had nodded and then added sourly with a sideways glance at her mother, ‘Nor did the founding fathers or whatever want to build the Colosseum in the first week either, I bet!”

Patricia had given them both a thin smile, pointing out that they’d lived there for a lot longer than a week and with considerable success in her chosen lifestyle, so stop their quibbling and think about practicalities for the next couple of weeks.

They had, although the solution didn’t overly enamour Patricia. Alice drove Heather’s car, towing her horsebox containing the heavily pregnant Moonglow with Heather perched precariously on a stool, keeping an eye on the fat-bellied little filly. It was not a particularly comfortable journey for either, even though Alice took it as carefully as possible. Eva had announced she was going too and made an almighty fuss about it, and as she pointed out, Jezebel needed to go back as well. Heather said it wasn’t all that important, but Eva, as she invariably did, got her way.

 A decision she partly regretted on the long, slow journey down to Margret's stables, driving the big family Range Rover and towing another horse box containing Jezebel and her own Patootie, a last-minute addition added on a whim. Eva had only passed her driving test recently, and apart from pre-test lessons around the local town in her instructor's small hatchback, this was her first major trip. She’d gained a little more experience driving the big vehicle, mostly along empty county roads, plus one brief excursion to the small local town’s big supermarket and back. The long trip to Margret's place was certainly an experience, and for once in her life, she was not getting impatient. Indeed, for most of the journey, she wouldn’t have minded if her sister's slow box towing pace had been even slower!

They’d had a practice up and down the driveway and then bumping along some of the tracks near the house, which Eva had shrugged off as a ‘piece of cake’ with youthful overconfidence. Combining her first extended journey with towing a horsebox on the open road or frequently non-open road as they crawled through numerous roadworks and a lengthy diversion was a different matter. Not that she’d have been prepared to admit that!

The worst being the big container trucks that cruised past in the over-taking lane, frequently making the horse box shake and even wobble in the turbulence of their passing. Of course, Eva, being Eva, didn’t spare a thought to the occupants inside, only to her nervousness as she gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, adding her own quota of jerks to the big four by four and horsebox.

“Yeah, great timing on Megan's part!” Alice grumbled, thinking back a few weeks. “Wait nine months for the little filly to drop, and then your bloody vet goes AWOL on you at the last minute. What a fucking palaver that became!”

Now that it was behind them, Patricia couldn’t help smiling at the vexed expression on her daughter's face, but she was perfectly correct. Palaver was putting it mildly, very mildly, considering how complicated the situation had gotten in a matter of hours. Admittedly, that was mainly due to her haste and enthusiasm for her latest project. Not that she was prepared to take all the blame, not when circumstances had played a part. Steve just happened to be able to get his hands on a couple of suitable cows, and when he’d returned to that earlier speculative enquiry of hers, he’d got back to her pretty damn quick. If he got the go-ahead and acted quickly, he could take advantage of certain circumstances, acquire the two males she’d had her eye on, and do it a bit cheaper than if he had to wait.

“Under the bridge now, Sweetie. The water, I mean, so now we go with this flow as is. I must say I’m looking forward to….” Patricia broke off and looked at her daughter as she recalled what the girl had said moments ago. “What about that call from Camille? What test kits?”

Alice gave her mother another thin-lipped smile. “Sperm count or something like that. While we were chatting, she asked if we had found a suitable bull, and I told her you had two healthy young prospects on order and you’d choose whichever of them took your fancy. She didn’t like that idea, non, non, non and a stream of fast French I couldn’t even begin to follow. Not the scientific way! Reading between the lines, I got the impression that Camille had maybe seduced several young prospects and obtained samples before settling on Big Hercule. No doubt bedded them all with clinical detachment in the name of science, or….” Alice paused and then shrugged.

“Anyway, cutting it short, among all that stuff she sent, you’ll find about a dozen or so sperm count test kits—a more refined version than you buy at the local chemists for testing male fertility. Camille suggested we test them several times, compare results and choose the winner. Six kits apiece at least, so we could do best out of three if necessary, plus she’ll be happy to send us more if needed.”

 Both women looked down at the unconscious young male at their feet as Alice poked the figure's groin with the toe end of her right boot. “Not going to be the most pleasurable of experiences, not for us anyway, wanking the fuckers off! We can’t do it while they’re both still out cold or coldish, and Camille suggested doing the tests over a couple of days under normal conditions.” She stressed the word ‘normal’, paused for a second, shrugged and then winked at her mother. “I think by normal, she meant once their bodies were clear of any lingering drugs after transportation. Maybe it could be fun for us if we go about it the right way” She made a whipping motion with her right arm. “Introduce a little normal abnormality, perhaps!”

Patricia looked at the cruel expression on her eldest daughter's face for a second, then shrugged her shoulders as they both burst out laughing.

*****

Several hundred miles away, the family's youngest member had also just shrugged in response to a question. “Not sure; I expect a day or two,” Eva replied. “Maybe three, and anyway, there's no rush!” she mused, taking a sip of coffee. “Not with Moonglow anymore!”

“Nope, none at all”, Kylie replied. “Plenty to do at the moment, lots of work for everybody with the new arrivals” Then she laughed and pointed to her short dog whip lying on the vacant chair beside her. “If you can call it work”, she laughed.

Eva grinned. “I bet you both had a….” she paused, trying to think of a suitably impressive word, failed, and so used her original intended choice. “A ‘busy’ night as well, by the look of them this morning. No rest for the wicked!” She’d put a lot of emphasis on the word ‘busy’.

“Only two of them, one each, and it was only a couple of hours, not the whole night. Got to get our beauty sleep, yer know?” Kylie winked and helped herself to a chocolate biscuit. “Perk of the job, and there was nothing worth watching on television. Besides, it all adds to their breaking in, not to mention making it a little easier for them to acclimatise to their tails!”

Privately, Eva thought Margrets two dyke stable ‘girls’ could have slept for a year apiece without it making an iota of difference beauty-wise. She wasn’t a girl who personally favoured cropped dyed hair,  piercings and tattoos either, but in the case of Kylie and Susie, they probably did add a little something to the sadistic pair that mother nature had omitted. She was also a little frightened of the sadistic duo despite being an honoured guest of her mother's friend.

 “Really?” Eva raised her eyebrows questioningly,  “From what I’ve seen…, heard, I mean”, she hastily corrected herself. “I’d have thought the opposite!”

She was staying at Margret's house in the bedroom Heather sometimes used when she stayed over, and the big flatscreen TV also had access to all the cameras around Margret's estate. Heather had told her about the concealed ones in the staff flat over the stable building and how to enable the right channel; that time, they’d driven Patootie and Jezebel up to her mother's stable.

There might not have been much on television for Kylie and her partner to watch, but Eva had found the content of one channel on hers extremely fascinating the night before. Two channels if you count the second bedroom camera as an extra. Picture quality was superb, as was the sound, and you could even use a zoom facility, although that was a little limited due to the fixed position of the cameras.

 ‘Hush, hush, so keep it to yourself’, Heather had told her with a wink, adding that the two lesbians didn’t know about the concealed security cameras. At least, that’s what Margret thought.

Watching them last night, Eva recalled that warning and wondered if it was true. Margaret's original motive might have been security and ensuring her staff were not abusing the leeway she allowed them. Considerable leeway from the images that held her attention for over two hours, and watching the screen, she’d wondered where her mother's friend drew the line. If there was a line for, there seemed to be a considerable degree of abuse going on!

Maybe they didn’t know about the cameras; either that or they were the most blatant pair of exhibitionists ever! Eva made a mental note to probe Margret about them, what limits she had imposed, and whether they varied between animals. Maybe the two dykes had a completely free-hand bar, certain privately owned ones such as her Patootoe and Heathers Jezebel and similar. Now, there was an idea. Maybe she should let them have Patootie for a night? That might be amusing; she’d thought her fingers and the buzzing little vibrator busy!

Heather had described the pair as rabid man haters, but was that true? Probably, although having watched their antics on screen for numerous nights now, the term ‘equal opportunists’ might be more accurate. Male or female,  it seemed to make little difference to their sadism. Both sexes were beaten and then savagely raped with sizeable strap-on dildoes nightly for their pleasure and depraved amusement.

“I’d have thought the opposite,” Eva remarked, recalling how vigorously the unfortunate males had been sodomised the previous evening with those monster phalluses. I’d have thought their shit chutes would be somewhat raw and unreceptive this morning! Given what Heather told me you do to them,” she quickly added.

Kylie sniffed. “Miss hoity-toity Heather shouldn’t gossip so much. We do our job to the boss’s satisfaction and put in no end to extra hours, and what we do in our own time is our business, and we’re allowed to do it. What she doesn’t know about won’t hurt her! Anyway, who gives a damn if they are a bit sensitive. Their tails go in regardless!”

“Of course”, Eva smiled sweetly, thinking, well, at least that answer settled the camera question; two questions come to that. Heather had hinted that her relationship with the two dyke stable girls wasn’t as cordial as it might be. Not surprising, perhaps, given the age difference!

“So, we get some extra help for another couple of days, maybe, Miss Eve? That, that Pat…that animal of yours has turned out fine, hasn’t it? A real fucking beauty of a filly, even if I can never say its damn name. I just call it Patty.”

A wistful note in the woman's voice made Eva wonder if minds were thinking alike. Well, why not? She got on pretty well with the two sour-faced dykes and learned a lot from them last time she was here, so why not let them have the filly for a night? “Well, it could be worse. Alice frequently calls her Patio or even Potato, and please drop the Miss bit. I’ve said that before; just stick to Eva, please.”

Kylie grinned. “Okies, we tend to keep forgetting. The Boss says you’re an important visitor, and we get some…” the woman paused to consider for a moment. “We get mostly what you might call high-up type folk here as regular visitors. Leastways, most of them consider themselves a cut and more above us mere mortals” She grinned somewhat self-depreciatingly. “Miss Margret likes us to be on our best behaviour and polite as polite can be to the smug fuckers, so we get used to it, mind you….” Her voice trailed off, and she leaned forward to whisper. “I’ve heard stories that occasionally one of them rich types blots their copybook, so to speak, and pises someone they shouldn’t have off big time”.

“Really?” Eva drew back slightly because the woman's breath was a trifle rancid, and a dental visit was long overdue, judging by those blackened teeth.

“Yeah, and maybe one day Susie and I will find one of them haughty, high, and mighty slags being delivered here to start a new life on the wrong end of a set of reins. Heard that’s happened more than a few times!”

“Really?” Eva repeated with genuine interest for being somewhat vindictive and spiteful; she could think of at least half a dozen otherwise innocent people she wouldn’t mind getting her hands on in a similar situation; then she recalled the original question and shrugged. “As I said, I expect a few more days from what the vet said. I promised big sis I’d keep an eye on Moonglow for her. Alice had to shoot back to help with the new livestock arriving ahead of schedule. I wanted to be there for that,” she finished with a plaintive whine.

Kylie gave the vexed young girl an amused glance. “Well, you can’t be everywhere, Eva. I mean, part of your reason for wanting to come down with Alice and Moonglow was to help us break in the four new colts once you heard about them.

“Mmmm,” Eva made the sound with a wicked smile. Two of those colts had been the reluctant co-stars of the previous evening's delightful viewing. Perhaps reluctant being the wrong word, for they’d had no choice at all in respect of their participation in what might have been called ‘Dykes, Dildo’s and Dicking Donkey boys’ had a recording reached the commercial market. 

The vigorous, merciless peggings the duo delivered might have made it past a cross-eyed, sleepy censor of ultra-X-rated movies. Less so the extensive and visibly painful foreplay they’d inflicted on the two helpless young men! More than a little evening warm-up to what they’d already received during the day and some of it at her hands. Eva had smiled at that thought; well, the boys were so fucking cute, weren’t they and not all that much older than herself, which added to her enjoyment.

The door to the small restroom banged open, and Susie walked in, not bothering to close the door behind her as she made for the electric kettle.

“Come in, why don’t you!” Kylie said with false sweetness.

“Fuck off!” Susie promptly responded with a smile that matched her lover's sour tone, “I already am in, Sweetie, and I have also been working, not sitting around on my fat butt. Just been setting up the walker and  then checking on Moonglow”

“Is she all right?” Eva asked.

Susie nodded, sniffing an open milk carton before adding it to her coffee mug. “Yo, started bawling her damn eyes out as soon as I brought the foal in for its breakfast. Never known one as wet-eyed as that little filly. She’ll need a couple of new tap washers in her fucking eye sockets that one!

“Well, she’s only a young un, and it's her first”, Kylie interjected unfeelingly as her lover joined them, blowing lightly at the top of her mug to cool it. “Youngest that way we’ve had, according to the boss, but I expect it'll be a different story by the time she’s dropped a dozen or so for Miss Alice.

That’s what your sister has in mind for the filly, right?

“Eva nodded. Just as soon as she’s back home, I think her Midnight will be allowed another rare treat; she grinned. “Not that he won’t pay a very painful price for the privilege!” she picked up her mug, looked at the remaining contents for a moment and then replaced it. “Now, that’s reminded me of my family duties, so if you ladies can spare me a few minutes before we resume with those lovely boys, I’ll visit Moonglow.”

“Fair enough. We’ll call out when we are ready and see if the foals are still feeding. It’s in the feeding sling and was latched on to her right udder but didn’t seem too keen even though it must be hungry. If it's not cooperating, try sticking its mouth on the other teat; that usually works. Give me a shout if you need help. I can do a bottle, but only as a last resort. Margret prefers we persevere with udder feeding. It's usually the best way as well as totally in keeping. Mostly it is just a case of getting the damn things settled properly in the feeding harness sling”.

Eva nodded. “I’ll manage. She headed out towards Moonglow's stall, absently counting on her fingers just as her sister often did. It would take a few days for things back home to settle down, wouldn’t it? Plus, her host, Margret, was in a hurry to visit her friend or, rather, her friend's new venture. The older woman's patience, or lack of it, seemed on par with her mother's when it came to exotic animal projects, and anyway, Margret was the one who’d initiated the whole thing! Her mother probably wouldn’t be too keen, though, at least not until she got things organised.

Should she say something maybe at dinner tonight? Suggest that she stay on for a bit and then accompany Margret up to her mothers, put off that return journey a little longer and thus those damn juggernauts thundering past her again! She was in two minds despite having told Kylie only a moment ago that there was no rush. Well, perfectly true now that Moonglow had successfully dropped a healthy young colt. That event was done and dusted, and everybody was happy with the result, Moonglow aside, of course. Margret's fussy old vet guy, had been especially pleased at how smoothly it had all gone given Moonglow's small frame and the massive belly Midnight had given her.

He'd warned them all to potentially expect a long night in Margret's special sterile birthing stall, but somewhat to his surprise, the enormous young foal had popped out with minimum involvement from him and Margret. ‘A splendid future stallion’, he’d chortled almost as though he’d been responsible for fathering it rather than Alice’s colossal black beast.

“Pretty cool” was how she’d described it to Heather later, a little unnecessary since her friend had also been present to witness the event. “A bit, kind of yucky and Moonglow didn’t look like she was enjoying it one bit, but she shrugged callously. “Why should she? Very interesting to watch, I wonder if….”

“Thinking about your Patootie?” Heather had asked, “Or feeling broody yourself?” she’d laughed. 

“Piss off!” Had been her automatic response to that last comment, but she’d thought about it later in bed. Leaving aside the morality of the whole situation, which Eva dismissed as entirely irrelevant in half a second, there was a certain degree of sadistic erotism about the entire thing. Hell, being a pony was terrible enough without this sort of complicated addition, and Alice looked like a cat that hadn’t just got the cream but the whole fucking dairy before she’d had to shoot off home.

No, she hadn’t felt the least bit broody, for it hadn’t struck her that way at all. Nor had she sensed any of the others feeling similar. Indeed, Margret had somewhat off-handedly told her beforehand that, given the circumstances, it was no different to witnessing a farmer birth a calf or a littler of pigs. Just a different type of animal that was all, and that was how she had viewed it. It hadn’t been easy for Moonglow, despite what the vet had said, especially given the size of the progeny and it being the filly’s first time. Still, timewise, it hadn’t taken long, almost an anti-climax.!

Eva halted outside the stall, looking in over the low door without seeing the unhappy, snivelling occupant, her mind elsewhere. Like Alice had said, too many things were happening simultaneously, including Margret accepting those four gorgeous olive-skinned Arab boys only a year or two older than herself. They were adorable both in looks and demeanour and so delightfully naïve. Taken from the wild to fulfil an order and delivered to Margret's stable for intensive training as a carriage foursome. Quite literally from the wild, in their case, having been snatched from a primitive North African backwater on the edge of the Sahara, their new life and status must be a massive eye-opener for the poor things!

Talk about an abrupt culture shock, for not only had the poor creatures had to adapt to their new animalised role, but worse still, that adaption was at the hands of ‘mere’ women, and there wasn’t a thing they could do about it either! Nothing could have prepared them for what they were now experiencing, and the fact that none of them spoke a word of English only added to their abject degradation and their trainer's amusement. It made them far more animal-like than usual for their merciless trainers!

That look of lust and hate mingled together in their eyes when she strutted so enticingly before them dressed or perhaps from their point of view and upbringing, very undressed, in her abbreviated cut-down denim shorts and skimpy top. Plus, of course, the whip in her hand that so effectively cured any foolish stirrings in certain parts of their male anatomy.

One of Eva’s regrets was that she’d left far too many ‘suitable’ items in her wardrobe at home as she put it to herself. Naturally, the two dykes, Heather and Margret, dressed as they usually would, but then in a sense, so was she. Eva was something of an exhibitionist, and especially now, she had a captive audience of a similar age to admire her. Almost certainly, given their rural, isolated religious upbringing, virgins to a man, or youth in this case, Eva wasn’t going to waste this unique opportunity to flaunt her delightful but unavailable assets, was she? Besides, how long would they be able to react to her sexy young body? Their owner hadn’t seen them yet and would doubtlessly make her decision about gelding them when she visited.

Moonglow looked up and locked eyes with her owner's young sister, and for a moment, Eva lost her thread as their eyes met. Two pairs of youthful eyes only a couple of years apart age wise but a world apart regarding their respective lifestyles. There was anger showing again in Moonglow's moist ones, anger, rage and hatred. Eva noted with satisfaction that the pathetic listless acceptance of the past few months had finally gone. Alice would be pleased when she told her, and of course, the return of that defiant spark would make it all the more interesting when Midnight covered her again and maybe again and again to make sure his copious output produced the same result.

Eva smiled at the sad little filly and turned as someone approached her. It was Jill, the new stable girl Margret had recently taken on. A tall, willowy, bespectacled brunette with a natural tan, an engaging smile and a great sense of humour who’d hit off with both her and Heather straight away. She was one of those rare girls who could naturally look even more attractive wearing her eyeglasses than without and rarely bothered with contacts. Her parents owned an exclusive but highly successful cosmetics brand, which enabled her mother to keep a trio of ponies stable with Margret.

 ‘A few more years, then they’ll sell the business or most of it and find themselves somewhere nice and very private rather than the London townhouse. Mummy fancies a private island somewhere in the Caribbean or maybe one of the Greek ones because she’s not a fan of cold weather. Winter skiing holidays were not on the agenda when I was a kid. No big deal because I take after her in that respect!’

‘Detached with room for a pony’, Heather had laughed, quoting the overused term housing agents loved to use for larger properties with a bit of land attached.

‘Very detached if it’s a private island!’ Eva had chuckled.

The three girls had quickly formed a bond as they swapped personal information over a meal one evening at the local pub, local in the sense that it was the nearest one, the nearest other bit of habitation as well—however, still a good half-hour drive away and next to a local but isolated beauty spot.

‘Central London isn’t the best place to keep a stable full of two-legged ponies. People would tend to notice when you take them out for exercise. She had said that with a perfectly straight face, then added, ‘Mind you, they’ve always kept a couple of ‘exotic’ pets in the basement, but ponies do need much more room if you’re to get the best out of them!’

“What are you doing here?” Eva asked as Jill joined her, looking into the stall. ”I thought it was your day off today?”

“Unpaid overtime”, Jill shrugged. “I’m staying with an old school friend at her place, which is convenient for working here, but her fiancée has turned up for a few days unexpectedly, so I’m getting out from underfoot. He’s in the military, and they haven’t seen each other for a while, so two being company and three a crowd, not to mention being a trifle awkward.”

Eva chuckled. “Very noble of you!”

“Extremely”, Jill agreed. “Especially as he’s a real drop-dead, gorgeous, dreamboat hunk, but…” she shrugged. “She’s a good friend, so removing myself from temptation is better. I will use the back bedroom at the farmhouse for a few days. Besides, with the new arrivals and everything else happening recently, I’ve been neglecting Mummy’s prized trio, so now’s a good time to catch up. I suppose, "No point asking you to help,” she finished with a laugh, glancing along to where four young colts were already being dragged around in a circle by the impersonal arm of the mechanical indoor walker.

“None whatsoever,” Eva chuckled, looking in the same direction at the four traumatised young men and coming to a decision. New hucows might be exciting, but they came a poor second to cute virgin ponyboys. “I think this little filly could do with at least another week of rest and recuperation in her stall before I head homeward. I’ll call my sister and let her know”.

“The vet say that?”

“Nope, I did. But she’s my sister, not a good friend, so why should I remove myself from temptation!”