by Penny Birch
‘He’ll just come back tomorrow,’ Todd objected.
‘Tell him you’ve twisted your ankle,’ I suggested.
‘Oh, yeah, and that’ll really drop us in it when she turns up next week as your pony,’ Todd pointed out.
‘Why not just turn him down?’ I asked.
Vicky made a small noise that implied my suggestion wasn’t as easy to do as it sounded.
‘Morris can be very persuasive,’ Todd said, ‘especially when Vicky wins so much in prizes at his meets.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, feeling suddenly depressed. ‘It’s not fair of me to make you risk things. I thought he’d be more sporting about it.’
‘Huh,’ Vicky snorted. ‘Morris Rathwell? Sporting? He’s a control freak, and he’s never happy unless he’s manipulating people. You’re very sweet, Amber, but you’re a bit naïve.’
‘I know,’ I admitted.
‘Look, we’d better get on with it,’ Todd put in. ‘Let’s go for the twisted ankle bit and worry about the details later. Amber, you stay here.’
I ducked down, watching through the bottom of the window as Todd and Vicky walked over to where Rathwell was still pressing their bell as if it was inconceivable that they might be out on a Saturday night. Vicky leant on Todd’s shoulder, limping convincingly. I saw Rathwell turn at Todd’s greeting and a discussion quickly started. After a while they went into the flat and I was left alone in the car.
My depression became deeper as I waited. I’d been really flying after our pony-carting run, and being seen and then chased had given me a real buzz. Then there had been the prospect of watching Vicky get punished and maybe taking the same myself if it was something that appealed to me. Now I was huddled in the back of a car while Rathwell tried to persuade Vicky to race against me. She gained a lot from Rathwell’s club, and I really had no right to ask her to risk losing it. The most I could hope was for her not to run at all, and then the best I could do would be to put Ellen and Ginny up against Melody, Harmony and maybe Trisha as well. We’d lose.
Finally Rathwell emerged, walking to his car with a self-satisfied grin on his face. As soon as he had gone Vicky came running over to me.
‘It’s worse than we thought,’ she explained. ‘When I told him about my leg he said it was OK because he could hire an athlete and he’s already got Trisha signed up. He also wants Todd to drive for him. He reckons you must have invented a competition that will make the best of your natural advantages over him, like weight –’
‘That’s exactly what I’ve done,’ I admitted, interrupting Vicky’s flow.
‘You have to be cleverer than that to catch him napping,’ she answered. ‘He reckons you’ll go for stamina more than speed and go for something involving hills to make the best of your weight advantage.’
‘Hell,’ I swore, feeling more depressed than ever.
Rathwell had more or less second guessed my entire strategy. Things were getting out of hand, desperate even.
‘Come up, and we’ll talk it over,’ Vicky suggested.
I agreed, glad of their company and any ideas they might have. Unfortunately, for all their support, they simply didn’t have as much to lose as I did and, after we had drunk a couple of beers, Vicky started to get back into the naughty mood that Rathwell had interrupted.
‘I think I should be punished now,’ she told Todd after a break in the conversation. ‘That’ll cheer Amber up.’
I smiled weakly, not really feeling up to it but not wanting to spoil their fun.
‘Fair enough,’ Todd answered. ‘You certainly deserve it.’
They went into the bedroom, leaving me to my drink my beer and listen to Vicky’s giggles from the far side of the door. Despite my fit of the blues I became more and more intrigued, finally getting up to try and peep through the keyhole when the door opened. Todd appeared first, holding a lead in his hand. On the end of the lead was Vicky, naked on all fours with a dog collar around her neck to which Todd’s lead was attached. She had a blue rubber ball in her mouth and, as she advanced into the room, I saw that she also had a tail. This was furry and the same near-black colour as her hair, and was glued to the small of her back in some manner. It also stuck up almost vertically, doing nothing to hide the view of her pussy and bumhole. I saw this when she turned and deliberately waggled her tail at me.
‘Meet my puppy-girl,’ Todd announced proudly. ‘She’s called Fluffy, and she can do a few tricks.’
I couldn’t help smiling as Vicky – or rather Fluffy – came over to me and dropped the ball at my feet, looking up into my eyes and wagging her tail. She looked really sweet and it was a fun image, yet I appreciated how humiliating it would be for her. Todd let her off the leash to play and I threw the ball for her, laughing as she retrieved it with all the unrestrained enthusiasm of a real puppy.
Todd went into the kitchen and I continued to play with her, throwing the ball, making her beg and then starting to stroke and pet her when she began to rub her face insistently against my leg. Only when Todd reappeared did I realise just how humiliating the role could be. He was holding a dog bowl with Fluffy printed on the side and filled with what looked like a mixture of bread and tinned tuna. Or at least that’s what I hoped it was. She ate it with gusto, on all fours, with her pretty face buried in the plastic dog bowl. When she had finished she licked the bowl clean, then crawled over to Todd and let him feed her dog biscuits – real dog biscuits – out of his hand.
Watching her was really turning me on, partly because of her glorious nudity and the uninhibited way she was showing off, but mostly at the thought of the utter humiliation of eating out of a dog bowl on the floor. This was better still when Todd passed me a couple of dog biscuits and she nuzzled them out of my hand, her soft lips brushing my palm in her eagerness to be fed. I couldn’t help laughing either, which must have made it even stronger for her. When she turned to go back to Todd I could see that her pussy was creamy. She put her face into his lap and started nuzzling his crotch, her naked bottom thrust right out at me. There was something blatantly rude and unrestrained about the way her rear view showed and her indifference to the fact.
‘I could put her in her kennel and you and I could make love if you like?’ Todd asked. ‘She’d really get off on that.’
‘Thanks, but that’s not really my thing,’ I said, immediately feeling a bit bad about denying myself to him.
‘Oh, right, sorry,’ he responded. ‘I thought …’
‘No, no,’ I said hastily. ‘It’s nothing personal. I prefer girls. I like men too, sort of. I know Rathwell fucked me …’
‘But it was the humiliation you got off on,’ he said.
‘Yeah,’ I admitted.
‘Don’t worry,’ he answered. ‘Vicky’s the same in some ways. She loves being humiliated by me, but when we make love it’s as equals. Isn’t it, Fluffy?’
She wagged her tail vigorously, again nuzzling his crotch. I felt really mean, especially as if he’d ordered our bums in the air while we were out carting I’d have allowed him to fuck me without hesitation. The way he’d put it just seemed too intimate, though, and not the way I wanted it at all. My reluctance was obviously going to spoil the scene.
‘Oh, I’m being a real bitch,’ I said. ‘Why not just spank me like the snotty little brat I am? Then you can fuck me.’
‘You’re sure?’ he asked. ‘That’s how you like it?’
‘I’m sure,’ I answered.
‘Tied up?’ he queried.
‘If you like,’ I replied.
He almost ran from the room, returning a moment later with a great armful of rope and a short board. He put Fluffy on her leash and tied it to a table, then turned back to me. I was told to strip and kneel with my arms behind my back, which allowed him to tie me so that the board was along my back and the ropes made a web around me with loops and knots. It was extremely complicated and left me completely helpless. He had roped up my breasts, winding a double coil around each one so that they stu
ck out really rudely. They also felt hard and my nipples wouldn’t go down, which made me constantly aware of them. My arms were crossed over the board, which meant that I couldn’t get at anything or protect myself at all. My ankles were tied together but my knees were lashed with a rope that went over my back, leaving my thighs spread wide and my bottom up high.
When he was finished, Todd had a leisurely grope of my bottom and took a wooden paddle to me. The slaps started gently, making my bum wobble and bounce. It was soon warm and throbbing as he became firmer. My feelings of humiliation built up as he beat me for no better reason than because he enjoyed it and, by the time he had given my poor red bottom a last dozen hard smacks full across my cheeks, I was as pliable and submissive as ever. I expected him to mount me or put his cock in my mouth, but he did neither, instead going to sit down and letting his puppy-girl off her leash.
She crawled straight over and started licking me, concentrating on my face at first but then going to my neck and flanks. This tickled and quickly had me squirming and begging her to lick my pussy. But she wouldn’t, instead teasing my thighs and bottom-cheeks, even licking my anus and pussy but never giving me what I wanted. It was driving me to distraction and I was soon begging for an orgasm, only to be called a slut by Todd and for Fluffy to come round to my face and kiss me, filling my mouth with the taste of my own pussy.
Finally Todd called her off and came around to my head. He’d been playing with himself over the sight of her licking me. His trousers were open with a thick, stubby erection sticking out from the fly and his balls bulging over the top of his jockey shorts. He took me by the hair and put it to my mouth, ordering me to kiss the tip. I obeyed and then opened wide for him to slide his penis into my mouth. He did it, pulling my hair until his erection was pushed in to the hilt and then telling me to suck on my own. My mouth was wide around his shaft and I began to bob my head up and down as soon as he let go of my hair. It felt great to have a new cock to suck. It was rude and submissive, and made better by having been tied and beaten first. Todd’s cock was thick and had a large, meaty head, which added to the rudeness of sucking it. Physically, cock size isn’t as big a deal as its made out, especially when your pussy’s wet and open. Mentally it is important, though, and the sight of a big, fat erection really adds to my pleasure in submitting to a man.
I was hoping he’d come in my mouth and then wipe his cock in my face, which was one of the things I’d come to like even though – or perhaps because – Rathwell had been the first to do it to me. He didn’t, though, instead pulling out and mounting me instead. I must have been soaking, because his cock slid in without difficulty and he was riding my upturned bottom in seconds with my pussy gaping around his erection. Each time he went into me he caught my sore bottom and made my body push against the ropes. This was great at first but quickly became too painful and I was forced to call yellow. Todd dismounted, laughing at the state he’d put me in and then starting to untie the ropes.
Over the next couple of hours I got a fair idea of what it would feel like to be the Rathwell’s sex-slave. Vicky came out of puppy-girl role and they dominated me together, most of which consisted of them using my mouth for their pleasure. First I was stationed in the kitchen doorway, kneeling and with my hands tied behind my back. Each time Todd passed he’d slip his cock into my mouth for a while, while Vicky would press my face to her pussy and make me lick her. That carried on while they prepared food, which I had to eat out of Vicky’s dog bowl, down on the floor while they sat at table.
After dinner Vicky caned me for some imagined error, leaving six hot lines across my already tender bottom. Doing this to me was too much for her self-restraint, and she took me into the bedroom afterwards, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening her thighs for me to lick her all the way to orgasm. Todd watched, stroking his erection and then mounting me again while I licked at his girlfriend’s pussy. I was in heaven with his cock inside me and my face in Vicky’s pussy, but they again denied me my orgasm. Vicky came in my face, Todd restraining himself with difficulty.
I discovered why when they served apple pie and ice-cream ten minutes later. Mine was put in the dog bowl and I was told to wait until they had finished. Todd then got down on the floor and ordered me to suck him erect again. I obeyed willingly, hoping he’d treat me to a mouthful while Vicky made me come. Instead he made me suck until he was at bursting point and then came all over my dessert. I ate it with my face in the dog bowl, tasting his come mingled with the sweet flavours of apple and vanilla, my sense of humiliation building to an unbearable peak. Inevitably I started to cry before I’d finished and had to assure Vicky that this was normal for me to stop her taking me out of role.
Instead she nodded understandingly and made me lick up the last smear from the bowl before untying my hands and telling me I could masturbate. I did, on the floor in front of them with my legs spread shamelessly wide. Vicky came to help in the end and, when I’d come, we lay cuddled in each other’s arms for a long time before getting up for a much-needed wash.
I stayed the night with Vicky and Todd and drove back in the morning. They had distracted me briefly from my problems with Rathwell, but it didn’t make them go away. He seemed to be out-thinking me whatever I did, and had already managed to severely curtail my plans. I had to submit the race plan to him by Wednesday, which left me three clear days to finalise things.
Ginny rang after lunch to find out the details for the next Saturday and we had a long conversation which cheered me up but solved nothing. Susan called later and was a good deal more helpful. Her advice was to set the rules in some way that made Rathwell think he had an advantage that was actually a disadvantage. She also suggested getting over the team problem by creating a pony-girl corral from which we would pick our teams. This in turn gave us an idea that left me smiling broadly when I at last put the phone down.
‘Getting anywhere?’ Henry enquired as I entered the study.
‘Maybe,’ I answered, crossing the room and sitting down on his lap.
‘Are you going to tell me?’ he said, moving in the seat so that his hand was on my bottom and I had easy access to his crotch.
‘Yes. See what you think,’ I replied, my fingers starting on his fly buttons in what had become a familiar routine.
I explained Susan’s ideas, working Henry’s cock and balls out of his fly as we talked. He was fully erect by the time I finished, his hand kneading my bottom gently as I tugged at his cock.
‘You know Vicky and Todd and I went carting on Blackheath yesterday,’ I reminded him.
‘You said,’ he replied.
‘And how you used to occasionally take Jean out in the woods. By the way, do you want to come in my hand or another way?’
‘Anyway you like, my dear. Yes, she used to love the thrill of risking being seen. As you discovered, it can be genuinely risky.’
‘What about the cross-countrys you used to run?’
‘It’s fine if the pony-girls are in bikinis and masked, but it was impossible to satisfy everyone. Jean always wanted to be nude while some of the others were too shy or had the sort of job that made it too risky.’
‘Did she ever do it nude?’
‘A few times, mainly in Wales. Twice near here, but rumours started to get round so we stopped before anyone found out that the farm was involved. Even now they talk about it in the village occasionally, but everyone reckons it was people out from London. You can blame anything on townies around here and it’ll be believed.’
I stopped talking to concentrate on Henry’s cock, sucking for a bit and then taking his balls in my mouth and using my hand again. I enjoyed it, especially when he came and it splashed in my face, but my heart wasn’t really in it. Instead I was thinking on what Susan had said and a plan was gradually forming in my mind. By the time I had finished showering it was all worked out. It didn’t absolutely guarantee my winning the bet, but I felt pretty confident that it would be enough. What Henry would do to my bottom afterwar
ds was an entirely different matter.
Ten
On the Saturday morning I was up at dawn, ostensibly to oil the cart and check the harness, but in practice because I was far too excited to sleep. This was it: the day that would see me as Morris Rathwell’s sex-slave or as a landowner in my own right. I had faxed him the race plan on Wednesday, cheekily sending it to his office. I had expected at least some protest, but it came back by return with his signature scrawled casually across it.
I’d also managed to find the time to visit Trisha, taking her for a drink on the Thursday lunchtime. I’d last seen her as a pony-girl, naked but for green ribbons and her harness. She had been driven by a tiny woman with a shaved head, tattoos and piercings, which had made me assume that they were an open lesbian couple and fairly outrageous. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Her driver, Ginger, was a lesbian – or a butch dyke as Trisha described her – but, while they raced as a team and Trisha occasionally subbed to her, they were not partners. Trisha, indeed, was a barrister and a fairly high-powered one at that. She had met Rathwell while acting for him, been his girlfriend for a while and stayed involved with pony-carting when they split up. She still had a soft spot for him but had found him just too arrogant to live with. When I gave her the details of the bet she said she thought I had the better deal by far. I had found myself a bit awed by her at first, until her natural submissiveness started to come out in response to my own character. After that we got on really well. In fact, had we not been in a Bloomsbury wine bar I’m sure we’d have ended up having sex – and with me in charge – but I’d had to content myself with a frustrating journey home by train and once again playing with myself in the woods.
The rest of the week had been spent making things for the day, including full tack for a three-in-hand and my secret weapon to destroy part of Rathwell’s tactics. Now I was ready – or at least as ready as I ever would be – with every detail worked out to perfection. Other than the stomach-churning prospect of losing, my only concern was that I was not driving myself. Given that Susan was so much lighter than anyone else, including Todd, we had decided that she should drive, giving whatever team I got a considerable advantage.
