A Rough Ride: Pony girl training in latex and leather (Pony Tales Book 5)

by C. P. Mandara

Turning her attention back to her guests, she directed her next comment at the trainee. 'Still no yellow collar then, dearie?' She clucked her tongue as Mark led Petal forward into the room.

  'Hetty, we might have to put my retirement plans on hold. At this rate I could be eighty before I get my stable full of pony-boys.'

  Hetty snorted. 'You wouldn't know what to do with them anyway,' she waved her hand expansively.

  Agnes let the corner of her lips twist up. 'Oh, I have a few ideas that might keep them busy. I will have my stable.'

  'Sorry, Master Mark,' said Hetty, rolling her eyes. 'She gets a bit carried away sometimes.'

  Mark winked. 'I like an ambitious woman,' he said. 'From a distance, you understand, but I like them.' He grinned.

  Agnes grunted. 'So, what did you do with Master Kyle?' She looked up at him with a curious expression.

  Mark's expression darkened. 'I've had him kidnapped by a gorgeous woman who's going to put fifty thousand volts through him before taking him back to her lair to have her wicked way with him. While he's in lots of rather nasty restraints, of course.'

  Both ladies burst into peals of laughter. 'No hard feelings then, Mark?'

  Agnes grinned from ear to ear. 'So you get to babysit while Kyle goes out for his date with Isabelle? I bet Kyle didn't exactly agree to that.' She raised an eyebrow mischievously.

  'Not exactly, but what Kyle doesn't know won't hurt him. Much,' added Mark for good measure.

  'Hmmpf,' said Agnes, her attention already distracted with preparations for Petal's quick getaway. 'Pop her up on the table, Sir,' she said, patting the wooden bench in front of her.

  Mark deposited her on the table carefully, and stretched her limbs out just enough that she would remain comfortably stable. Jenny's hands were still shaking. She'd either spied the small metal cage she would be transported in, which rested just below her, or she was suffering from hunger and lack of sleep. He guessed the ham sandwich and energy gel hadn't really managed to fill the hole that had formed in her stomach for the past few days. She had little energy to give and it would take all she had to remain on all fours for the next five minutes. If this session lasted any longer than that she'd be flat on her face. He'd see to it that the ladies moved quickly.

  'What on earth happened to her back?' Hetty peered at the dressing in puzzlement.

  'Kyle's doing, not mine, and better not to ask.' The look in Mark's eyes discouraged further argument and Hetty simply nodded.

  'Do we know where she's going yet?' Agnes tactfully changed the direction of the conversation. She also lived for office chitchat and she'd been dying to find out where the star trainee was headed.

  'To a very rich bidder,' said Mark, with a twinkle in his eye.

  Agnes' eyebrows narrowed in frustration. 'We had kind of figured that out.' She gave him a pointed look.

  Mark grinned at her. 'Fine. Can you keep a secret?'

  'Can I ever,' said Agnes, already dribbling at the thought of telling everyone in the staff canteen the juiciest bit of gossip to hit Albrecht in quite some time.

  'She can't,' said Hetty, holding two pieces of bent metal in her hands and trying, unsuccessfully, to piece both back together.

  Agnes scowled at Hetty and winked at Mark. 'Tell me anyway.'

  Mark tapped a finger against his cheek thoughtfully.

  'Ooh, don't tease, Sir,' she said, and put half her hand in her mouth, chewing nervously at it, in anticipation of what was to come.

  'Leyland Forbes won the auction and he requested an extra night, would you believe? It's supposed to run from midnight to midnight, but Forbes is apparently greedier than most,' said Mark, slanting Agnes a sideways grin.

  'Isn't he the pharmaceutical giant? Have I got the right man?' Agnes looked puzzled for a moment.

  'Yes, and he's the one who likes painting still-lifes of women in bizarre bondage, I do believe,' said Hetty, now tinkering with a couple of rubber tubes.

  'What kind of bondage are we talking here?' It was clear that Agnes' interest had been piqued.

  'He works mostly in the wacky fantastic,' said Mark, stroking Jenny's ass in an effort to calm her as Agnes got the wrist and ankle cuffs out. 'Underwater bondage, mid-air, statuesque and mirror maze are just a few of the exhibitions he's managed to accomplish. He's been known to bury them upright to the neck in glass containers filled with nothing more than sand, showcasing tits, ass and hands in a supplicating gesture. He's also famous for mounting them on plinths wearing nothing more than a pair of stilettos and a couple of rather impressive dildos. The underwater ones he creates are superb. I've seen a tank of emerald green seawater with three naked women entwined together wearing little more than the necessary scuba gear required to survive. If you frame that with an exquisite array of marine fish, coral and frayed, hessian rope, Forbes had quite a picture to paint.'

  'He must paint very quickly,' said Agnes, who had attached both sets of cuffs to Petal's trembling body and was now fastening a strip of chain in the middle of both that would prohibit her from being able to stand upright.

  Mark shook his head. 'He takes a good week or two over most, and sometimes it can be almost a month before he's finished with them.'

  Agnes tugged on her connecting chain and was satisfied it was secure. 'Well how on the earth do they...?' she waved a hand to indicate she was looking for some words that were rather delicate in nature.

  'Toilet?' Mark grinned. 'They're tubed up from head to foot and a machine takes care of all their essential needs for the duration of their bondage.

  Agnes' eyes widened. 'Oh my,' she said.

  'For the most part they're paid handsomely for their services and they thoroughly enjoy it. He has ways of making them squirm.' Mark wiggled his eyebrows for effect and Agnes burst into laughter.

  'If you say so.' Agnes didn't appear convinced. 'OK, we're ready to insert her plugs. Did you want to play with the wand first and loosen her up a bit, so to speak? I'll use plenty of lube, but some of her own wouldn't hurt. She looks like she's had a hard couple of days, poor filly.'

  'That she certainly has. What do you think, Petal? Fancy a round with the wand? This time it's a free-for-all-come-as-you-like deal. Two for the price of one?'

  Jenny hiccupped, which might have been a result of all the sobbing she had done, before managing to nod her head. After the last two days he suspected orgasms of any variety were most welcome and the more, the better. She had a lot of catching up to do.

  'I'll get it,' said Hetty, who had finally decided to leave the intricate repair of the air-conditioning unit to the experts. It was electrical, after all, and she shouldn't be messing about with such things at her age. It would come out of her salary, but it would be a small price to pay compared to the constant nagging Agnes would bestow upon her every day until it was fixed.

  Bustling into her closet she found what she was looking for in an instant: a white Hitachi wand with its power cord wrapped neatly around the base. Grabbing it and unwinding the flex, she zoomed back out into the tack room and found a suitable plug socket. No batteries were needed here. When that was done she passed it over to Mark and settled down to watch the show, because this time Agnes was doing all the hard work. Her misdemeanour with office appliances had consequences, more was the pity, and Hetty was most jealous of the fact.

  No introduction was needed for the start of the theatrical pursuits, because the Hitachi's motor sounded like a jet airplane taking off. OK, it was more like a drill, but impressive nonetheless. There was a reason the so-called 'back massager' was the Ferrari of vibrators. It was currently on its lowest setting, but when the thing was on high it was truly incredible.

  Petal, who had been almost comatose before the wand came near her, picked up her head and straightened her arms. She knew what was coming. Turning her head a fraction to the left Hetty spied Agnes generously lubricating the larger of the two shock plugs which would be inserted first.

  The moment the wand touched Petal her body tensed tightly as i
f she was almost afraid that there might be another round of orgasm denials, but Hetty knew from experience just how intense the pressure of the wand was, even on its lowest setting. It took a few seconds before she managed to settle into its insistent rhythm and her body began pumping backwards and forwards on the bench of its own accord. Mark hadn't even gone anywhere near her clit yet; he'd focused the vibrations upon the lips of her sex and was slowly working his way towards the apex of her thighs. By the way Petal was moaning you'd almost think he was there already, thought Hetty with a wicked smile.

  When the wand finally stopped teasing her inner thighs and labia, Mark upped the vibrations and moved forward. Jenny gurgled and groaned. She twisted this way and that to avoid the powerful pulsing upon her most sensitive organ, but Mark's grip was sure and firm. Within seconds she was gasping. Agnes then begun to pump the first couple of inches of the slim metal plug inside Petal's pussy, and the filly was obviously lost.

  'Remember what we talked about, back in the dungeon?'

  Jenny remained ominously quiet. They'd talked about a few things. Which one did he mean? Not wanting to put a foot wrong she tried to guess what he was thinking. The expression on her face said it was not the easiest task.

  Mark, as usual, read her thoughts. 'I'm talking about the "O" word here and I don't mean orgasm. You have permission to talk as soon as you've figured it out.' He slapped her backside and the smart of his handprint was delicious in her hyper-aroused state.

  'Ohhh,' whispered Jenny, rapidly charting all the words that began with 'O' in her head, and orgasm was on the top of her list, unfortunately. After discarding several more possibles, her brain finally managed to trip over the right one. 'Obedience,' she breathed.

  'Congratulations,' he smiled. 'Now we'll put all that talk of yours to the test. I want you to stay as still as you can. You are not to avoid the direction of the wand.' He pressed it tightly upon her clit to demonstrate and watched to see whether she could follow instructions.

  'Ahhh,' she whimpered, wanting nothing more than to wiggle and buck helplessly.

  'That's it,' he encouraged her. 'Stay perfectly still and let yourself go.'

  The vibrations from the wand were so powerful it was impossible for her to do anything else and she came in thirty seconds flat. Agnes timed the moment of climax with exacting precision, inserting her plug about two seconds before the poor girl exploded.

  Mark did not let her have any time off for good behaviour. He dropped the vibrations down again, but made her ride out wave after wave of almost painful, orgasmic contractions under his immoveable hand. It was probably the longest orgasm the chit had ever had, and quite possibly the most painful.

  Whilst Jenny was almost sobbing under the wand's irrepressible, juddering bursts, she had managed to take control of herself and she did not move a muscle from the all fours position that had been assumed. There was no sway or squirming to be seen. Mark, quietly impressed, thought it was a sign of good things to come.

  Meanwhile, Agnes had herself busy with plug number two. It was shorter and fatter than its predecessor and whilst it would be a snug fit going in, when it found its anchor point it was there to stay. There was a long black horsehair tail attached to it, but unlike Petal's normal tail plug this one was designed as a removable attachment, to suit her bidder's whim.

  The shiny chrome butt-plug was now getting more than its fair share of lubricant and Mark's fingers were once more working inside Jenny's ass, to prepare her for the invasion. The strain on her face began to show, her expression tightening into a hard knot as the effort of not moving became more and more difficult. He flipped the power button on the wand back up to full again and watched as her fingernails clawed the table. Agnes began to position the butt-plug at Jenny's rear. The trainee's eyes glazed over. This one would learn to love anal sex, Mark thought, although she might not think so on her first occasion. It all depended on the skill of the partner.

  Agnes began to apply a little more pressure with the plug and a slow twisting motion. The tense set of Jenny's body would deny it entry for the moment. He wanted to see if she would be able to deal with that on her own, so he bent down to her ear.

  'Relax for me. Let go and take it all inside you. Concentrate, push out and the experience will be a whole lot less painful and a damn site more enjoyable. Can you do that for me?' He caught her chin with a finger and watched as her eyes connected with his. A frisson of sexual tension rippled through them both and it shocked him. Although he'd seen the jolt in her eyes and had been able to mask his, his desire for Miss Redcliff had just increased to the most painful frustration he had ever felt. If Agnes and Hetty had not been in the room he would be banging the girl silly by now. So much for control. What was wrong with him? He had no time to consider the matter further.

  Jenny had obviously taken his commands to heart for he heard Agnes say, 'Beautiful,' as the plug slotted firmly home. Then, he had a fiery hellcat on his hands. All her restraint was lost as her body began to writhe and jump under the weight of the wand. Her newly positioned tail jumped around everywhere for a few seconds before an ear-splitting scream could be heard. It was all he could do to keep the wand attached to her clit, the girl moved about so much, but he made her ride out every single convulsion until she collapsed on her hands in exhaustion. She was panting for breath and a few beads of sweat trickled down from her forehead.

  Agnes gave the pair a few minutes of quiet time before she coughed delicately and held up a simple silver circlet. Removing Petal's thick white collar with a couple of snaps, she held up the thin metal one for Mark to examine. 'It's a shock collar, same as the plugs,' she said, with a sympathetic twist to her lips, 'so if there's anything you want to say, better do it now. You can put the collar on and lead her into the cage if you like. We're happy to give you a couple of minutes' privacy. Hetty and I will be waiting outside.'

  Hetty, who had been happily enjoying a very pleasant daydream with several pony-boys, her eyes staring blindly into space, found herself yanked out of the room with rather more force than was absolutely necessary.

  Mark waited until he heard the door close behind them. 'Don't worry about Leyland. He's harmless enough and it's unlikely he'll lay a hand on you. You might be in a spot of awkward bondage for a few hours, but I suspect it's nothing you can't handle. Most of his girls find his works of art rather pleasurable... in one way or another.' Mark grinned. 'Oh, and don't worry about Kyle, I'll take care of him.'

  He stroked her shoulders softly for a few seconds and finally said, 'Is there anything you want to ask me before I put your collar on? You won't be able to speak after it's in place, so get it all out of your system now.' He sighed.

  When she looked up at him the look in her eyes was heart-breaking. 'Promise me you'll try to get me out of here?'

  He let his eyes connect with hers once again, even though the sexual tension was now almost debilitating in nature, and said, 'You have my word on it. I'll do everything I can.' Snapping the collar tightly in place he scooped her up off the bench and kissed her. He knew he would be in an evil place when they had finished, but not giving her the reassurance of his lips would be worse. The mewling little cries in her throat were reward enough, and when he finally released her lips and tongue she gasped for air.

  When she made a move to speak he put a finger over her lips. 'Don't say a word. The collar will give you a shock and you've probably had enough of those lately. I'll be back for you. Now be a good girl and get in the cage. It'll only be for a few hours and you'll be asleep for most of them.'

  Lowering her to the floor he watched as she eyed her barred prison warily. Her lip wobbled. The cage was fairly small and she would not be able to stand up or lie down in anything other than the foetal position. He wondered whether she would go willingly. In her position, he didn't think he would.

  'It's only for a few hours and I promise no one will hurt you. You'll be back with me before you know it.' He gave her his trademark grin and a wink.

>   Incredibly she crawled forward and, ducking her head through the narrow entrance, sealed herself behind sturdy metal bars.

  'Gotta go, darling. Be a good girl for me, won't you?' Tapping the metal cage twice with his hand he turned and got the hell out of the room before he decided to do something stupid. The ladies would have to padlock the damn thing.

  It took over an hour for Mark to calm down enough to pull his cell phone out. By that time he was already en-route to London and sipping a sparkling glass of Perrier with a slice of lime. The thought of eating anything turned his stomach. When the dial tone clicked to that of an answer tone he left a short clipped message.

  'Hello, Sophia. I've changed my mind. Give our friend the works and take your time about it. You'll be reimbursed in the usual way.'

  When he replaced his cell in his pocket he felt marginally better about the day's shortcomings. Rome wasn't built in a day.

  Under My Thumb

  Mark waited until he was back in his office before he made his next call. It was one he was dreading. He'd had one of the girls cheer him up slightly, to take the edge off things, but in reality she had only made things worse. His hunger for Miss Redcliff seemed to double with each day he didn't manage to fuck her. Half of it was his own damned fault. He could have had her today, but he had too much of a conscience, unfortunately. She'd been through enough. The trick was to get her on his own terms and he could have her, if he played his cards close to his chest. He had no idea what Redcliff wanted, though, and that worried him. He guessed there was only one way to find out.

  'Hello, Synstyte Petroleum. How may I help you?' The plummy voice of a receptionist answered the phone and she immediately made Mark wince.

  'Can I talk to Mr Redcliff, please?' His voice was abrupt but it didn't deter the receptionist in her practised response.

  'I'm sorry but Mr Redcliff is currently in a meeting. Can I take your number and I'll get him to call back at his earliest convenience, Mr...?'

  'If he is in a meeting, which I doubt at this time of the afternoon, you have my permission to disturb him and haul him over to an available telephone line in which to speak to me. I have a business proposition that requires immediate attention and if he doesn't talk to me right this instant, he will most definitely lose millions and you will probably lose your job.'