Named and Shamed (21 page)

Taking her chin in his hand, he waited until her eyes had connected with his before he spoke. His voice was soft and his dark brown eyes hypnotic as he laid his plans bare before her. 'You get auctioned tomorrow. I'm going to be bidding for the place of your trainer. Ask the other ponies in the stables for advice on whom to pick. Choose wisely because whoever you end up with, it's for the duration of your stay at Albrecht and in your case, it's going to be a long stay. I'll do my best to help you get out of here as fast as possible. I can't promise any more than that.' She nodded softly. 'Want to say anything else before I fit your bridle?' There was a slow shake of her head. He noticed her hands were shaking. 'You'd better be on your way then. Remember what I said.' Helping her to stand upright and replacing both bit and bridle, she was in Daniel's hands and being sped towards the training room in a matter of moments. Her head was still spinning.

Daniel was none too gentle with the reins on her fast trot to join her classmates. Pulling her along as if she were an express train, Jenny knew that this was his way of saying he was not impressed. He couldn't have failed to miss the bloody mess she had made of Mark's neck, not that the man had made even a whimper of complaint. What was with that, anyway? Was he immune to pain? She had stuck a pointed metal nib in his neck and he hadn't even cried out. It was official: the man was made of stone.

The metal horseshoes on her feet plodded and scuffed at the cobblestones and her whole body felt weary beyond belief. The boots were incredibly heavy, her arms felt like lead and the corset was beginning to squeeze vital organs into shapes that were not at all natural. A sharp yank of her leash sent her tumbling forwards. Daniel didn't even have the grace to look backwards. Struggling to maintain her balance, Jenny barely noticed as the outbuildings ended and they entered a familiar, dimly-lit corridor. She had been here before. Even though the innards of the building were far warmer than the air temperature outside, as soon as she spotted the long stone steps veering down to her left, she shivered. Thankfully, they walked straight past them.

Then the Red Room loomed into view and though the door was firmly shut it was clear that the room was in use. Jenny tried her best to block out the noises from within, but the low moans of erotic torment and loud 'cracks' were impossible to ignore.

With her shoes scraping along the concrete, they passed the grooming room and then came to an abrupt halt. Jenny did not need to look up at the words written in black and red script to know where they were. A single knock later and the imperious word 'Enter' sounded from a harsh and unforgiving female voice. Jenny found herself almost thrown inside, before the door slammed behind her.

It was fortunate that Jenny's jaw was glued neatly shut with her bridle and bit, because if it hadn't been she might have dislocated it. The training room looked just as daunting now as it had when she first set eyes on it, perhaps more so. Around ten ponies were in the training room, on all fours and sucking madly at the dildo's that protruded from a low height along the north wall. They each had a pony boy at their rear, doing his best to press his nose as intimately as possible within the folds of their sex. There was plenty of squirming and lots of moaning.

'I am Mistress Lupine and you are late.' Large grey eyes centred on Jenny and a nose wrinkled in distaste, as if she was an awful smell that could not be eradicated. 'I am not pleased.' The words were spoken in a very prim and proper accent and the young lady, whose blonde hair was tied severely back in a sharp ponytail, pressed an elegantly long pink fingernail to her lips before indicating that her newest novice should find a place among her colleagues. She was dressed from head to toe in bands of black rubber and it looked like someone had unwound a large reel of duct tape around her person. Tall and lithe, with thigh-high boots to elongate her shapely calves and thighs, she was a knockout - a very
intimidating
knockout.

Sinking to her knees, Jenny immediately got on all fours and began crawling. She didn't even question her subservience. The only thought going through her head was how quickly she could find a dildo that didn't look like an absolute monster. If there had been a smaller size mounted on the wall it had obviously been taken by her slurping friends, for all Jenny could find was an array of impressively long plastic protrusions and all of them looked impossibly large.

'Quickly, Petal, before I decide to pick one for you myself.' Mistress Lupine's eyes strayed to the largest of the bunch, a ridiculously fat pink aberration. It served to spur Jenny in motion and she quickly settled on a plastic purple number, which looked almost manageable. 'Good choice. Here, let me help you with that bridle.'

As the leather straps clattered to the floor she crawled forward and began to slowly slide the large dildo inside her mouth. She didn't manage to get further than the halfway mark before it was lodged uncomfortably tightly in her throat. Letting out a squeak of panic she began to back away, realising she could barely breathe with the thing packed inside her so snugly. Trying to back away to ease some of the tension within her jaw, she didn't get far.

'That's right, Dusty. Make sure that mouth stays exactly where it's supposed to.' Mistress Lupine swatted Jenny's backside with a red leather riding crop and raised her eyebrows when a choked spluttering could be heard. Another harsh swat followed. 'Manners, pony. Manners! You make noises like that when you're fellating and you're going to be in lots of trouble. Now start sucking.'

Jenny's eyes were watering from the glowing lines Mistress Lupine had just imparted to her already sore behind, so she did her best to comply. 'Inject a little enthusiasm, Petal. The men here like to feel loved. They want to see those eyes bright and that mouth greedy for all they have to offer.' Jenny was trying not to think about that part, although thinking was becoming rather difficult now that Dusty's tongue had set to swirling about her sex. Considering she'd climaxed not ten minutes ago, her body was ridiculously eager for more. What was with this place? More to the point: what were they doing to her body?

'Oh good heavens, I almost forgot, Petal. The rules of the game go like this: Your dildo has a pressure sensor which will detect how tightly your mouth clamps around it. You'll need to exert around two pounds of pressure per square inch in order to earn an orgasm. That's only one of the things you'll need to achieve. You'll also need to get it right to the back of that throat, which means you'll need to fight through your gag reflex. We're going to be practising this every day until you get it just right. Then we'll up the pressure again.' Bending down, Mistress Lupine's fingers ran down Jenny's cheek and around her chin. Her fuchsia-pink lips blew in her ear as another hand snaked behind Jenny's head to spear her further along the dildo's frame. 'We do not tolerate failure in this class. Now suck. Let me see those acting skills, darling. Show me with that beautiful throat exactly how much you are enjoying yourself.'

Her nails dug into the tender flesh at the top of her lips. Jenny winced, but began to bounce back and forth upon the dildo with vigour. She was rewarded with a pat on the head. 'Good start, Petal. We'll have you mastering this class in no time, especially as I hear you're going to be spending lots of it with me in the next few days.'

Mistress Lupine's boots could be heard clicking along the highly-polished parquet floor, and if Jenny could have breathed a sigh of relief she would have. But her mouth was far too full to do little more than scrape together what oxygen she could, whilst accommodating the massive beast deep inside her gullet. Applying herself to the task, she worked her saliva into the monster and pushed with all her might. It didn't take long before her jaw became stiff and sore. No matter how hard she tried to sink the beast to the back of her throat, her mouth refused to cooperate. It was too big - way too big.

Mistress Lupine filed her nails and watched the trainees with a keen eye. She had been advised to keep a special eye on Petal, but as yet the novice had given her no cause for complaint. When all the tight little mouths in front of her slowed and the bobbing actions of their heads became stiff and forced, she called a halt to the proceedings by clapping her hands.

'Not bad. We have plenty of work to do in that department, but you'll have time enough for that later. It's a shame that not one of you has managed to earn an orgasm, but let's hope that in a few days' time we'll have our first success story. Boys, you may leave us.' She clapped her hands loudly and the door to the training room mysteriously opened. The pony boys crawled out neatly in single file and not a sound could be heard until Mistress Lupine clucked her tongue.

'Now we will try something different. Find a dildo in the centre of the room and start bouncing. I think you should all be wet enough by now. Go gently at first, but each time you slide up and down squeeze a little tighter with your pelvic floor muscles. There's a monitor in each dildo, and today it will play a tune if each consecutive squeeze is not harder than the last. Every time I hear music your backside will hear a crack from my crop. In a few days' time we'll migrate to an electric shock, so use your practice time wisely, girls.'

When Jenny arrived back at the stables that evening she ached all over. Her thighs were not used to the kind of exertion needed to thrust her body weight up and down several hundred times over. The hoof-boots had made the exercise even harder and coupled with her tight, ribbed corset and biting leather strapping, she was a mess all over; a throbbing, aching, frustrated, weary, annoyed and upset bag of nerves. She was anxious because her rescue had not appeared. No one had come for her and not a whisper of any type of rescue vehicle had been heard since Mark's helicopter had arrived that morning. It was worrying.

Tears threatened to spill down her face as she contemplated a life of servitude amongst these people. Could she withstand their mean attentions every day? For how long? How long would it take before they snapped her in two? Not physically of course, but mentally she figured it would probably be a matter of days, rather than months. They had a whole arsenal of things in that dungeon that could be used against her. She suspected they'd stop at nothing to make sure she ticked every single box on their sex-slave list. She already knew it would be a lengthy list. If ponies were stabled here for years at a time, then the owners of this facility would have lots of practice in perfecting their trainees. If rescue didn't come for her, she wouldn't last. Even though her body longed for the subjugation they doled out, her mind would be crippled. She would be a beast of burden. They would send her crazy.

A stable-hand walked her over to the stone trough and snapped her head in place within the stocks. Dipping her face down, she began to eat mechanically. The food had no taste, so there was little pleasure in the act. Sipping at the water pipe in front of her she felt her body throb for attention. As much as her mind hated this place, her body obviously revelled in it. Already it was craving more of the same treatment; wet, needy and pulsing. The stable-hand must have been a mind-reader because his rough hands sneaked under her body and tugged at the clamps stretching her nipples. Jenny mewled into her trough. Where had Daniel run off to? There was another sharp tug on both her nipples. Jenny couldn't help a groan.

'You'll get yours after I get mine, Petal.' No further words were forthcoming as he began to wash her body. His fingers were harsh and he wasted no time in getting the abrasive soap into every nook and cranny she possessed. Jenny tried to concentrate on eating, but it was difficult. When he brusquely sloshed a bucket of tepid water over her she figured her time was up. With soapy water dripping down her hair, into her eyes and also into the food trough below, there was little to do but wait to be released. The man behind her had other ideas, however. He began to rub an odourless and colourless oil into her body. He massaged it into her flesh, paying careful attention to her sex and breasts. A thicker, jelly-like substance was placed over the reddened areas of her body which had been rubbed raw by her strapping. Another groan left her lips.

The sound of a zipper being unfastened could be heard. Oh God, yes, she thought. Please, fuck me. Although she'd had several orgasms in the last twenty-four hours none of them had been penetrative ones, and they were the ones that counted. She was desperate to feel a large, juicy cock thumping inside her, and she couldn't have cared less whom it belonged to.

When his cock nudged at her entrance she bucked her hips back to receive him, and with a grunt he entered in a single thrust. Ten thrusts later and it was all over. She might have been full of his seed but her body was empty and desperate for fulfilment. Thankfully he had not finished.

His fingers returned to her body, his tongue lapped at her clit, his hands prized away her ass cheeks and he rose to circle the rosebud of her anus. It was heaven and hell. The flesh was very tender there, especially after having been penetrated by her horsetail and the electro-stim dildo, but his tongue sent delicious frissons of pleasure through her. The thought of his cock entering her there, though, made her quail with fright. Surely it would hurt? Her arousal was such that she didn't know whether she wanted to test the theory or not, but she had it on good authority from her girlfriends that the first time was anything but pleasant.

'You are not to go anywhere near her ass.' The voice belonged to Mr A. 'You should have been told. She's to be auctioned tomorrow. Now off with you, before I decide to do something with your ass.'

The stable-hand upped and left without a word. The sound of his zipper could be heard and then the merest flick of his hand over her ass before he walked away. Jenny sobbed and her neck pulled at the stocks, wanting to be released from her imprisonment, so she could do some damage to anyone that might be stupid enough to be standing around.

'Stop that.' A sharp slap rang on her sensitive backside. Jenny screamed in frustration. 'If you think that what you're suffering now is terrible, just wait until you have your device fitted. This time tomorrow afternoon you'll be wishing for deliverance. You'll be wrapped in shiny latex, wires and thrusting, vibrating dildos. Your body will hum, it will sweat and you'll be more aroused than you have ever been in your life. Each time you near the cusp of orgasm it will stop abruptly, only to start again in a couple of minutes' time. If I have heard correctly, you are to be denied any kind of release for a total of two days. It's the longest time ever imposed upon a pony, but due to your performance today and the fact that you're a golden egg girl, the powers that be are going to see if you can take it. It's a brutal form of punishment. You're going to be tested to the absolute limit. That's the way of things around here. Perform well and you and your friends will be rewarded. If you dare to disappoint you'll all be punished, and we have many ways of making sure our ponies toe the line.'