by Paul Blades
Anya's mocking tone was having its effect on Drabik. Anya was angry that he had spent so many nights fucking this stupid pony rather than her. She wanted to destroy any feelings Drabik had for her. She new of no better way than to anger Drabik into treating her as what she was, nothing more than a trained beast.
The stable boy's hips started to shake as he neared his climax. Maddy moaned as the delicate hands of the woman teased and stroked her nipples. There was no other sound in the room except for the pleasure induced sighs of the stable boy and the excited moans of the ponygirl. The stable boy began to grunt and thrust his hips at Maddy's mouth. Maddy gave a small whine as she felt her unwanted lusts building. Anya's hand descended between the pony's widespread thighs and slid her fingers between her distended lower lips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the stable boy cried as he shot his load into Maddy's mouth. Maddy's orgasmic cries were stifled by the pulsing prick that filled her. "Oh, Anton, she's coming!" Anya laughed at her success. "She's coming all over my hand!"
Maddy cursed herself with each jolting contraction of her lush, blood filled pussy. Anya's fingers relentlessly teased her rigid clit. "Mhhhhhhhhh! Mhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
The boy was finished and he self consciously put his tool away. Anya still held Maddy's cunt in thrall. She turned to Drabik. "Let's have the blond boy fuck her while she's still hot!" she said excitedly.
Drabik nodded and the blond boy jumped to take his turn. The mounting cart was a wheeled framework used for whipping or fucking a pony. She could be held in various positions on it, exposing the desired portion of her body to caresses of blows. The blond boy, Ivan, grabbed Maddy away from Anya and pushed her face down over it. Broad straps went around her fixing her in place. The front end was cranked up so that Maddy's head was slightly higher than her rear. He legs were fixed wide apart. He rushed to unbutton his trousers. "I'll make her squeal,' he thought. Anya had picked up Maddy's gag and brought it over to where she was displayed.
"I think you need your gag, little pony," she said, tauntingly. Maddy opened her mouth obediently as the woman pushed it in. Maddy felt the nineteen year old boy behind her pushing his cock up against her loins. She whined in shame. Anya's face was not more than six inches away from hers. The gang leader's daughter was pleased. This was better than she had imagined it would be when she had started planning it many weeks ago. Her hatred of the ponygirl who had stolen her lover's cock from her had festered for a while.
Anya heard Maddy sigh as the blond boy entered her. She looked up at him. "Not the pussy, boy, her ass. Fuck her ass!"
Ivan grinned and withdrew his solid pole from Maddy's sex. He pressed it at the entrance to her bowels. Maddy knew precisely what the effect the boy's prick would have as it scoured the tender tissue of her anal ring. She shook futilely in an attempt to free her self from the wooden frame. "Look, she likes it!" Anya exclaimed.
Maddy could not see her trainer through the dime sized holes in her hood. Her collar was held in place on the frame and she could not turn her head. But she sensed his presence and silently called out to him for help.
Drabik could only hear her frantic whines and see her blue clad shaking head. His heart had grown cold for the pony he had broken in and trained. She deserved this, he thought. They all did.
Maddy felt the stiff rod pass the entrance of her rear and fill her bowel. As it rasped across the delicate tissue surrounding it, her already moist and hot pussy began to react. She looked and saw the distorted, cruel face of the woman staring back at her. At that moment she realized that the woman hated her. She realized then that she was her trainer's mistress! Maddy knew that she could expect no kindness or mercy from her.
Ivan was pumping furiously between Maddy's rear cheeks. Anya, with her face still looming in front of the pony's, reached under her chest and started to caress her dangling breasts. She pulled and teased the stiff nipples. The pony's head began to swirl as her lust was driven higher and higher. Although she tried, she could no longer stifle her passion. 'Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned from behind her gag. And, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as she came. When she felt the blond stable boy's cock begin to pulse and jet his hot come inside her, she came again, moaning loudly, biting down on her gag in shame and self pity.
Anya stood, beaming with satisfaction. "You train your ponies well, Anton. She's a lustful beast. Now I want her tits whipped as you promised."
Maddy's body was turned around on the frame so that she was lying on her back, her legs splayed wide open, her head leaning backwards, suspended over the end. Her back was arched, raising her breasts to the whip. Drabik chose a four foot long, leather encased reed. Maddy heard it whoosh through the air as he tested it and realized that she was to be beaten. She squirmed her torso and flexed her distended legs in fear. Her sex lay exposed, her moist sheath glistening between her engorged labia.
Drabik stood in front of the cart and Maddy could see his legs and waist. She saw the whip in his hard, strong right hand. She could not see his face or the grimace of disdain and anger drawn across it. Anya could see it and she knew that she had done her job well.
"Strike her hard, Anton," she said excitedly. "I want to see her body jump with each blow!"
The pony trainer lifted the whip above his head and brought it down hard on Maddy's exposed right breast. Her breast recoiled at the blow which landed astride her nipple. She arched her back in agony and moaned deeply, piteously through her gag. "Why is he doing this?" she thought in anguish. "Why?" Drabik landed a matching blow to Maddy's left orb producing another wave of searing pain. Maddy was terrified that he was going to rip her apart. She had seen his face lined with cruelty earlier and she knew that she could expect to mercy. Her bladder released its contents and her pussy emitted a yellow stream.
"She's pissed herself," cried Anya, delighted in the show so far. "Hit her again!"
Drabik drifted to his right and prepared to land another blow. He brought the reed down carefully across both of Maddy's tender mounds and she shrieked in agony. He centered himself between her legs and struck again, landing a blow on first her right breast and then her left in quick succession. Maddy's body jerked and spasmed in her bindings. The smell of her discharged urine filled the air. Her tortured moans filled the room.
Her tormentor needed no further encouragement from his mistress. He circled round the poor pony three times, striking out at her now bright red breasts every few seconds. When he came to a stop at the front of the frame, he took in the vision of the crying, moaning pony. He saw her splayed legs and the tempting target between her thighs. His blood lust was on him and he yearned to crush all of the feelings for this female that he had felt poisoning him, diluting his power. He stood with the pony's head between his legs and raised the cane high.
Maddy intuitively realized his target and began to shake and convulse, pulling desperately on the bonds that held her ankles at almost right angles to her body. She screamed unformed words of entreaty to her master that emerged from her gag as a cacophony of high pitched whines. When Drabik struck, expertly driving the last four inches of the shaft between Maddy's hairless, tender labial lips, the pony wrenched and twisted in pain. Her whole body shuddered and quaked. Her voice was hoarse with her screams, and a low growl of pain radiated from her throat. Three times the enraged ponygirl trainer and assassin placed his well aimed blows on Maddy's cunt. Her world was a torrent of agony. The poor girl yearned for death, miserable that her master should subject her to such wicked torments.
And then it was over. The only sound in the room was Maddy's woeful moans as the pain continued to flow through her from her damaged slit and breasts. They throbbed with continuous burning pain. But Drabik was not finished dealing with his former charge. He needed one last act of domination to satisfy his wrath. He spun Maddy's cart so that he could avoid the small pool of urine that had formed below her. He took a rough cloth and wiped away the traces of her discharge from her loins. And then he loosened his fly, freeing his rampant cock.
Anya's b
lood was on the boil. She was enraptured with her triumph over the lowly ponygirl. And when she saw Drabik draw his sword of flesh, she shouted out to encourage him, "Do it, Anton, fuck her worthless cunt!"
Drabik stepped between the crying and moaning pony's legs. He could see her owner's crest stretched out on her taut belly. He felt like that rampant wolf, preparing to consume its victim. He insinuated his hard cock between Maddy's burning nether lips. She had been lost in another dimension, where she could separate her mind from her tortured flesh. The pressure of Drabik's hot meat between her legs brought her back. She knew whose cock that was. As she felt it slide within her, she reexperienced the wave of revulsion she felt when he had first penetrated her many weeks ago. She moaned in despair that she should have to bear such infamies. Her body yearned to expel the invader and her knees and hips shook in a frantic and hopeless attempt to do so. She felt the hot meat push open her sheath, filling her cavity.
The man reveled in his victory over the now despised ponygirl. Her cunt wrapped tightly around his cruel prick sending a wave of pleasure through him. He was determined to make her come, to prove his mastery over her. He fucked her in long, slow thrusts, dragging his cock against her stiff pleasure bud. Anya had crept to the front of the cart and had put out her hands to seized Maddy's tortured breasts. Drabik looked up at her and snarled, "Don't touch her!"
Anya recoiled in fear. She had known of Drabik's reputation for hardness and cruelty, but she had never seen him like this. She resolved never to be the subject of his wrath.
Maddy's eyes were jammed shut, in shame and sorrow. She felt her lusts begin to rise as her hole was relentlessly plowed. She had given up her doomed efforts to expel Drabik's hated member from her sheath. She knew that she could not fight him, that he would win. The need for completion overrode the pain of her brutalized slit. She let the wave of her rising lust flow through her. Her need carried her away. She cried out as the male member drove her closer and closer to the unwanted orgasm. She made one last, futile effort to forestall Drabik's victory over her. She bit down on her gag, tensed her muscles, even clamped the muscles of her hot crevasse down around the meat that pierced her. If only she could still the relentless friction on her hardened pleasure bud, she could hold out, resist the irresistible. But the waters of her lust broke through the dam of her resistance. Her thighs began to quiver and her heart began to pound in her chest. Her breasts were hard and sore with her need. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she moaned as her passion crested. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her mind was cleared of all thoughts other than the absorption of the waves of pleasure that the hard spasms of her pussy sent there. They washed away all resistance and she let her body float in a sea of ecstasy.
Drabik felt Maddy's cunt throb and contract around his prick. He had won his victory over the ponygirl. With a roar he let his own passions flow, jetting his hot sperm inside her. His hips pounded hers as he felt all of his anger and resentment against her released and poured into her helpless body through his loins. The ponygirl would fear him once more. She would quail as he dragged her from her stall to torment her. She would quiver when she was sent to her knees to receive his lust. And she would know that her will was bent to his, that her body belonged not to her, but to her betters, her masters.
When Maddy felt her trainer's cock release its hot load into her belly, her mind clouded anew with passion. She hated herself as her cunt convulsed, abjuring the pleasure even as it electrified her body and mind. Yes, she belonged to her master. His will was hers. She was nothing, he was all.
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CHAPTER SIX
It was several weeks after his meeting with Sergi that Jake received in the mail a round trip ticket to Dlitski. Mary Ellen had supervised the delivery of two shipments to Khalid, eighteen girls in all, and payments had been received in due course. There was a set scale based on the finer details of the slave's anatomy and appearance. Pictures were taken of them showing all of their assets and flaws and sent on to Khalid in Kalikastan. He would post offers based on the ratings. There was some give or take about the girl's qualifications and a price was agreed upon. Mary Ellen was a shrewd bargainer and he let her deal with the coded emails that flew between each end of this segment of the distribution chain.
There were several other buyers who would email requests. Jake was more reticent about replying to them for fear that they might be part of some sting. Those emails were answered by "all future negotiations must be done in person until further notice." Once the real identities of the buyers were determined, and their bona fides checked out, business would resume as usual.
Mary Ellen had also proved adept at the acquisition end. Chuckie had accompanied her on four or five trips to independents around the east from Little Rock to Boston, from Detroit to Tuscaloosa. After two weeks, at which point she had established her own bona fides, she and her girlfriend Vicki dropped Chuckie in a hole somewhere in Ohio. End of problem.
Jake boarded the Aeroflot jet with some trepidation. He couldn't carry any hardware on the plane and he assumed that he would be picked up at the airport. He had made contact with some underworld elements in Dlitski but he wasn't sure how he was going to meet up with them. And he wasn't sure that he wouldn't be dropped in a hole somewhere on the Kalikastan steppes either. But business was going well and that was usually insurance against problems.
He had in his briefcase a written proposal for a bottle factory to be located in the Kalikastan heartland, near the Bremski River. But it was merely cover. Once he had ascertained the level of interest in forming an alliance with his principal, the real negotiations would begin between Khalid's boss and his.
The flight was uneventful and after he cleared customs, such as it was, he walked out of the terminal, his overnight and valise in his hands. A short, scrappy looking driver was sitting outside of a black Mercedes. He nodded at Jake and Jake got in. In forty five minutes, they pulled into Khalid's compound.
Khalid was there to greet him, Sergi by his side. The fat man was effusive and gregarious.
"Mr. Wilson, if that's the name you like, welcome to Kalikastan. Please accept my hospitality," Khalid said, grinning ear to ear. Jake assumed that Mr. Bertman had checked out okay.
He and Bertman had sat down weeks before and laid out the plan. Bertman had enough business clout to deliver millions of dollars to Kalikastan in contracts and investments. He also had a lead on the construction of the proposed gas pipeline that was to run through Kalikastan between the Russian and Ukrainian borders. The line would save a hundred million dollars in reduced construction costs by avoiding the necessity to cross the Urals. During the contemplated two years of construction it would be Wild West city and whoever knew the route would be able to set up their 'pleasure' operations to take advantage of the pocket money of the thousands of workers.
Bertman had juice and Khalid's people were very interested. Jake's trip was for the purpose of setting up a meeting between principals. But his real task was to begin tracing the whereabouts of Madeline. Bertman would continue to dangle the bait while he went on the prowl.
"Your latest shipment has arrived earlier today," Khalid told him waving his arm at a line of naked, collared and bound females standing in a line side by side on the cobblestone courtyard. Although they wore shield like gags across their lower faces, he recognized them from the pictures that had been sent last week. Jake made it a practice not to go down into the basement of the uniform rental warehouse except when necessary. True to her word, Mary Ellen had a couple of her 'girls' minding the inmates, along with Allison, Feeney's left over prisoner. He didn't want to see them, know them or anything else. A job was a job and anything that was necessary to complete a job would be done. That was his code and his reputation. This case, although the scale of wrongdoing dwarfed anything he had done before, was no exception.
The young girls' eyes darted nervously about them as they stood, naked, awaiting the next development in their nightmare. Khalid had set up a post in the cour
tyard about fifteen feet in front of them. A small blond haired girl was dangling from it, her hands up above her chained to a gibbet that extended from its top. She probably stood about 5'3". To Jake, she had looked to be about 20 or 21 years old
"I was just about to entertain these pretty girls with a demonstration of my talents with a whip. Would you like to watch?"
Jake would like nothing less, but he was playing the role, in his own words, of a cold and barbarous slaver. What difference would a little whipping mean to him?
"Lovely," Jake replied. He had to admit that he had wondered what it would be like and the thought of all that unused female flesh sitting in the basement of his uniform company had been starting to get at him. He watched as an obsequious servant handed Khalid a long, black whip. Khalid cracked it into the air twice, drawing moans from the assembled young women. The girl on the gibbet was frantic. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Jake could see the sweat produced by her nervous apprehension glistening on her body.
One of Khalid's henchmen removed the girl's gag. She started to plead with the heartless slaver. "Please mister, please don't whip me! I'll do anything that you say! Please!"
The girl had beautiful round breasts that swayed as she begged for mercy. But mercy was in short supply at Khalid's. He swung his whip back and landed a blow atop the girl's right breast. A big red mark appeared immediately, and the girl's screams punctuated the courtyard. "Ahhhhhhh!" she yelled as she danced in her chains. A second blow landed, expertly thrown, atop her left breast. The girl repeated her piteous wail. Now she was screaming her supplications. "Oh, God, please don't do this, please! I'll do anything, please! Oh, no!"
The last was uttered as Khalid reared back for another blow from the whip. It cracked loudly as it struck her lower belly, just above her pubis. "Ahhhhhhh!" the girl screamed as a bright red blotch rose up on her stomach. Her legs collapsed underneath her.
