Hard Corps

by Claire Thompson

  I was surprised but pleased by her words. It confirmed my own feeling that there was something beyond just fabulous sex between us. If only I didn’t have to leave just when I was starting to find out. But Sunday arrived before I knew it. Eric and I had shared a last few hours the night before, but there was no getting around it: I had to get back to school. As I kissed Eric a final time before Aunt Salome drove me back to Stewart, he whispered in my ear, ‘I’ll see you soon, angel girl.’

  It was hard to readjust to the stark regimen of classes and training after that lazy, carefree week in Columbia. As I donned the olive drab once again, I realised I would rather be in my soft, summer dress or shorts, walking barefoot with Eric by the creek. Somehow that energising feeling of efficiency and strength I used to get just from putting on the uniform was gone.

  I felt a nagging sense of dread, rather than the usual anticipation, as I opened my little mailbox, sure that an envelope would be waiting for me. It was. I realised as I held it close to my body until I could get to my bunk and relative privacy, that I didn’t even want to open it.

  Inside were the words, ‘Captain Rather, 0700 hours, Tuesday, stables.’ Captain Rather, the pony girl fellow. And the fact that we were to meet at the stables made things pretty clear. His promise, or threat, to make me into a pony girl, as he called it, was about to come to fruition. As I stared at the assignment, I knew that I just couldn’t do it. My heart wasn’t in it. I had to talk to someone.

  Amelia was waiting at the bench near the bell tower that afternoon, as we had arranged. Word-lessly, we walked together to the SCU, where we could talk privately in one of the little rooms. Once we were seated in the little chairs at the small table in a corner room, Amelia spoke at last. ‘So tell me, Remy. What has happened? You aren’t yourself since you came back from break.’

  ‘That’s the funny thing, Amelia. I am more myself than I have ever been. I just didn’t know it yet before.’

  ‘What? You’re talking in riddles. What’s going on?’

  ‘I met someone, Amelia, over spring break. And he’s wonderful! I can’t do this Corps thing anymore. I belong to Eric.’

  Amelia was quiet for a moment. Then she said, ‘I think I understand what you are saying, Remy. You’ve met someone who you think you are in love with and — ’

  ‘Not think, I know I am,’ I said emphatically.

  ‘OK, you know you are. And you can’t imagine subjecting yourself to submitting to some master in the Corps, when your heart belongs to Mr Right.’

  ‘Something like that,’ I mumbled, irritated that she made it sound so trite.

  ‘OK, well just hear me out for a second, Remy. I don’t think you should quit the Corps just like that. I think you should take a few days to decide about something like this. You still have two more years here and you’ve devoted an awful lot of time to becoming a Corps slave. To throw it all away over something that could just be an infatuation — ’

  ‘It’s not,’ I insisted again, feeling like a petulant child.

  ‘Please, Remy, I don’t mean to sound patronising. I’m just thinking about what your best options are. Why not try one more assignment and see what happens? If it still doesn’t feel right, let’s meet again and decide what the best path for you is then. Like I told you before, nothing is written in stone. You can get out whenever you want.’

  She smiled at me, a very winning smile, and I decided she must be right. Against my own instincts, I agreed to give it one more try. To the stables with me, then. Let’s see what the hell this pony business is all about.

  Early Tuesday morning I went to the stables and into the stall where I had been instructed to go. A young man who I assumed was the groom was there waiting for me. He nodded curtly. ‘Morning, I’m Joe. I’m to prepare you for the captain. He likes his ponies a certain way. Take off everything but your underwear. I have your gear here. I’ll help you put it on.’ Apparently Joe did this all the time. He didn’t ask me my name, or make any attempt at small talk. I took his cue and remained silent. He seemed rather bored as he watched me strip down to my underwear. I did catch him eyeing my breasts, though. His eyes slid away when he saw me looking at him.

  ‘OK, raise your arms.’

  I did and he slipped a leather harness over my shoulders. It buckled in back, and he struggled for a moment with the clasps, pulling it snugly around my body. The net effect was that my back was covered in thick leather, with straps that came around in front just under my breasts. They were lifted and left exposed.

  Opening a leather pouch, he took out what looked like two long, golden tassels. I saw that they were attached to little clamps. Joe matter-of-factly flicked at my nipples until they were stiff and then attached a tassel to each nipple. I felt ridiculous to be adorned like this, but then, no one had asked me.

  ‘Get on your knees. I have to put this on your head.’ He was holding a sort of bridle: a soft, leather cap with reins and a metal sort of necklace dangling from it. I was confused and not a little wary of letting him put it on me, but I kneeled obediently. He fitted the cap over my head, letting the reins fall down my back. The metal necklace turned out to be a bit. ‘Open wide,’ he said, and slid the steel bar into my mouth. I clamped down on it, feeling the cold metal against my tongue. The bit curved to fit the curve of my face, and wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, just very odd to get used to.

  ‘OK, it fits. Make sure it doesn’t fall out. The captain likes that bit in there. Makes you look more authentic, he says. Also keeps you from talking. If you take my advice, you’ll keep the damn thing in. He gets really furious if one of his “ponies” talks. Ponies aren’t supposed to talk, got that?’

  I nodded mutely, only half believing this was really happening to me.

  ‘Now,’ he went on, ‘you need your knee pads and gloves.’ He had me lift each leg so he could buckle on heavy, thick leather pads that covered my knees. Then he slipped thick, workman-type gloves on to my hands. Was I going skating? I still hadn’t figured out all the aspects of this getup, but I was sure I would know soon enough.

  This was so bizarre! I was dressed up like a horse, with a bridle and reins and a bit in my mouth! What next? I quickly found out that the worst was yet to come. ‘OK, now for the fun part. Pull off your panties and get on all fours. I’m going to put your tail in now. Don’t worry. We sterilise these after each use.’

  He opened a final pouch and showed me a long, full tail made of the same gold tassels that adorned my nipples. The tassels were attached at the base to a thick, rubber rod the size of a large penis. I kneeled in position as ordered, belted and buckled into leather cap and harness. My ass felt especially naked and vulnerable, lifted and exposed to this man. I tensed nervously as he walked around behind me.

  ‘Don’t be skittish. There, there,’ crooned the groom, as if I was a real horse that needed calming. He stroked my back for a moment, and then my ass. His fingers brushed against my asshole and I shivered. This was going to be really hard. How could I let him slide that thing up my ass?

  Do it for Eric, a voice whispered inside of me. Do it for your true love. Pretend you are submitting to him. No, don’t pretend, do it for him. Make this a test of your love for your true master. That was it. That was how I could get through this. I would do it for Eric.

  I felt something warm and gooey against my asshole. Some kind of lubricant, which Joe smeared liberally on me and on the phallus. Then I felt it press against the sphincter muscles. I willed myself to relax, to open to the rod being forced into my rectum. He eased it in very slowly, telling me what a good girl I was and how master would be pleased. It didn’t hurt until the end, when the flared base popped into place, anchoring it firmly up my ass. I moaned into the bit, biting down and jerking forward, but it was done. I had a tail inserted into my ass.

  ‘Good,’ he said at last. ‘You’ve taken it all. Make sure it doesn’t fall out, or you’ll be whipped within an inch of your life. I’ve seen it happen. Good luck, slave. He should be
here in a few minutes. Just stay on your hands and knees and look at the ground. You’ll know when he gets here. Good luck.’ With that he patted my ass like it was a horse’s flank and shuffled away behind me.

  I waited, my padded knees and gloved palms resting comfortably on the hay that covered the stall floor. This was the strangest assignment yet. After what seemed like a long time when you’re on your hands and knees, but probably wasn’t more than ten minutes or so, I heard the sound of boots stomping and shuffling through the stall. I felt Captain Rather’s presence as I looked at the ground, bit in my mouth, my body harnessed and bridled.

  ‘Ah, lovely,’ he murmured. I could see his boots from the corner of my eye; tall, rich, brown leather riding boots. I also saw the long, thin riding crop dangling carelessly from one hand, the looped tip touching the toe of his boot.

  I felt his hand on the harness and bridle, pulling, feeling the fit. Then I felt the reins being lifted and the bit in my mouth was suddenly pulling back against the corners of my mouth. Without thinking about it, I raised my head to relieve the pressure against my lips.

  ‘Good little filly,’ he laughed delightedly. ‘You respond well to the bit. Ah, and such nice, well-formed flanks.’ He stroked my lower back, moving down the curve of my ass to my thighs.

  ‘Your tail looks so pretty against your legs. I can’t wait to ride you.’ Ride me! Of course, I should have realised instantly, when Joe put on the pads and gloves. Well, the captain was not a big man, though he did sport a lot of extra fat. But I was strong, and surely I could handle it if he didn’t make me go too fast.

  He mounted me, for lack of a better term, and leaned over, kissing my neck with wet lips. ‘Let’s see what you’re made of, pony girl. Yah!’ With that last yell, I felt the sharp sting of his crop on my ass. He grabbed the reins and pulled, forcing my head up high. ‘Let’s go, pony girl, and step high!’

  He continued to smack my ass as I started to crawl around the stall with this little man on my back. ‘Faster!’ he yelled, pulling the reins and hitting at my thighs. I tried to speed up. It was hot in the leather bridle and harness and the sweat was already beginning to trickle from my forehead and underarms.

  Around and around we went, until he directed me to go out into the open air. I was nervous, but knew I had no choice but to obey. No one was in sight, luckily, as I entered the bright sunlight of that warm spring day. With the sun now beating down and the weight of the harness and the captain, I began to sweat in earnest, and to breathe heavily as I tried to ‘step high’. Would this ever end?

  ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he kept muttering, as he leaned forward, the crop stinging my ass and thighs. I was slowing my pace; I couldn’t help it. He relented at last as we reached the stall entrance and jerked at the reins. ‘Whoa. Halt.’ I stopped, grateful, sweat dripping into my eyes. I tossed my head in an effort to get the sweat off and the gesture seemed to please him.

  ‘Oh, my poor, hot, little darling,’ he crooned. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ He slipped off me and carefully lifted the leather cap and reins. I opened my mouth to let the saliva-covered bit slip out as he took the whole apparatus and tossed it on the ground near us. Then he began unbuckling the heavy harness, lifting it from my sweat-soaked body. When he removed the long tassels from my breasts I sucked in my breath as the bloodflow returned to my tender nipples. He didn’t remove the tail, pads or gloves, but instead said, ‘Stay on your knees, pony girl, and follow me.’

  Exhausted, I trailed behind him, my muscles like jelly as I forced my body to cooperate. Once in the stall, he helped me off with the pads and gloves, and told me to kneel just on my bare knees. Then he took a large bucket of water, dipped a soft rag into it, and began to wash me down. The cold water felt heavenly on my heated flanks. He dunked the rag and lifted it, raining water on to my head and face. I lifted my face to the refreshing water, eyes closed. Then he held a cup to my mouth and allowed me to drink until I was satisfied. Roughly he towelled me dry and then he said, ‘Lie on your back and spread your legs, pony girl. I want to see that pussy.’

  I lay back, relieved to be able to lie down. I closed my eyes as he kneeled next to me, leaning his body over mine so that his face was close to my pussy. ‘You look so good like that, with that beautiful tail stuck up your pretty little ass. Oh, and you are so soft.’ As he spoke, I felt his fingers lightly touching my pussy lips. Slowly, delicately, he began to massage the flesh. He was skilful and, though this whole charade had left me exhausted and not at all turned on, his fingers began to awaken desire in me.

  He inserted one, and then two fingers deep into my pussy, sending a shiver of sensation through me that made me shudder visibly. He laughed his pleasure at my reaction. He continued to rub and finger-fuck my pussy until I was moaning and arching up into his hand. Just as I was about to come, he stopped and stood up in front of me. I opened my eyes to see him pulling his small but very erect penis out. He began furiously pumping his cock, positioned over my prostrate body and spread pussy.

  After a few moments, he moaned loudly and then began to spurt over my belly and sex. I was still aroused and unsatisfied, and wasn’t really expecting to get to come. I started to close my legs but he said, ‘Keep them open, bitch. I’m not done with you yet.’ Then he held his now flaccid penis over me and did something I will never forget. He pissed on my spread pussy, the hot urine splashing in a steady, hard stream against my clit. And here’s the really perverse part of the whole thing: I came.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The Freedom Club

  It was two weeks before I could get away from the requirements of the Academy for a leave with my sweetheart. He sent me the plane ticket and said he would meet me at the airport. I was more than a little nervous to see him after these two weeks. What if it had only been an infatuation, as Amelia suspected? What if the magic was gone, an illusion born of need and wishful thinking?

  Any fears evaporated when I saw him waiting at the gate. He stood back a little from the crowd, smiling, his arms crossed on his chest. When I came to him he wrapped me silently in a strong embrace, his face buried in my hair.

  ‘Remy,’ he whispered. ‘You came back.’ As if I wouldn’t! I pulled back a little, and offered my lips up for a kiss. He kissed me, that sweet, warm kiss that had melted all resistance the first time we had touched. He took my small duffel-bag and said as we walked out of the terminal, ‘Good that you packed light; you won’t be needing much.’

  Back at his place we ate a nice lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and fruit that he had prepared and then he turned to me, his eyes warm but his expression serious. ‘Remy, we’ve had time to think things through, you and I. We’ve been apart these last two weeks and had time to decide if what we had together is something we want to continue. I want to tell you now that I have decided I want you whatever way I can have you. And if that doesn’t include D/s, that’s OK too. It’s your call, Remy. That’s what I’m trying to say. But understand this.’ He paused, making sure I was focused on what he was saying. I was.

  ‘Understand that, if you enter this relationship with me as my slave, there is no going back. I know it was a kind of game for you back at school, but with me it will be different. You will be my possession. I will own every part of you, from your toes, to your pussy to your breasts to your heart to your soul. Do you understand that? I would demand that nothing be held back from me, not now or ever. You would pledge your devotion, your servitude and your love for as long as we are together. I in turn will pledge my devotion, my guidance and my love for as long as we are together. Is that something you want, darling?’ The similarity to wedding vows was not lost on me.

  ‘Oh, yes, Eric. I want it. I have always wanted it, and I never even knew it was possible until we met. But this isn’t even about want for me. I have no choice. I already belong to you. I just thank God that you want to claim what is already yours.’ He held out his hand, smiling broadly, but there were tears in his eyes.

  I came to him, rising fro
m the chair. He pulled me on to his lap and kissed me long and hard. ‘We only have a weekend for now to cram in everything we can. I don’t want to waste a second! Let me tell you how it will be for this weekend. You won’t sit on any furniture, unless expressly invited to do so. I want to help you feel your new status as quickly as possible. You won’t wear any clothing except what I give you and when I tell you. You will always kneel in my presence, and keep your eyes on my cock unless I am speaking to you, then you can look me in the face.

  ‘I’m familiar with “safe words”, as I presume you are, but we won’t be using anything like that. You are safe with me by definition. You are safe because you can trust me to explore your limits carefully and to stop when I, as your master, think it is time to stop. Understand that you no longer call the shots. Everything is up to me. For this weekend, again to help you to more quickly appreciate your position, you will take no action without my express permission and approval. You won’t eat food, or drink water, or pee on the toilet, without asking me first. You certainly won’t come without permission, and you must always thank me for whatever I choose to do to you. Do you understand, Remy?’

  His words were having a hypnotic effect on me. Just the words alone, uttered in his lovely baritone, were enough to soak my panties. I felt that delicious languor of submission fall over me, slowing my heart rate, parting my lips, engorging my pussy and nipples with desire. I nodded, sliding from his lap to the floor as I did so. I kneeled there, head bowed, my heart so full of love it actually hurt.

  I felt his hand on my head. ‘Go wash up, Remy, and leave your clothes in the bathroom. Come to me in the bedroom when you’re ready. I want to use you.’

  I hurried to the bathroom, unable to control the huge smile that spread across my face. I was in heaven. This was what I had not been able to articulate, but had known somehow was there. This was what it was really about for me. This was what I had yearned for with Jacob, but hadn’t had the words or understanding to seek.