CHAPTER 5 - Horseplay
Bella's POV :
Then he took me down off the stones, but he kept my hands tied behind me the way they were…and he was leading me somewhere, through the forests, by the rope that held my hands behind me…and I was walking backwards as he pulled me. My naked body was still naked…except for the tape X's over my nipples…and the piece over my mouth. He didn't say no one would see me or reassure me in any way…he just started dragging me behind him…over the wet rocks and sticks…my bare feet crying with each step. I kept making sounds of fear and pain as we walked…he ignored them.
I couldn't see where we were going…only where we had been…and when he stopped and turned me around, I saw we were standing in one of the horse stables.
It was very elegant for a horse stable…black iron and cherry wood was the theme…a wide little path of cobblestones in the center between the stables on each side…black iron bars above the cherry wood bottom panels, nice wooden beams over head…it was more like a fancy hotel for horses.
We were in out of the rain now and I was glad about that. I didn't see any horses, though, at all.
He untied my wrists, and took the tape off my mouth, leaving the shackles in place…he took hold of my leash and dragged me to the first stall to my left.
"I figured you could do something for the animals.", he said, "From one pet to another…"
"Listen carefully.", he put an arm around me as he showed me the inside of the stall. The smell was God awful.
"Step one…", he said, "Remove the hay, water bucket, and manger, there. You can use your hands to do this. You will put the hay into the wheelbarrow, there."
"Step two.", he went on, "Remove all the bigger, more obvious droppings with these rubber gloves."
He slapped a pair of huge rubber gloves into my hand.
"The shit will also go into the wheelbarrow.", he added.
"Step three…", he said, ""Push all these shavings on the ground to the side of the stall. You may also use your hands to do that. You will find smaller pieces of droppings then…you pick those up and put them in the wheelbarrow."
"Also..pick out any wet shavings covered with horse piss and put them into the wheelbarrow too.", he instructed, "Step four…Sweep the floor and pick up any other pieces of manure you find there."
FUCK !
"Step five….", he went on, "Add new clean shavings to the floor…there's a bale of hay over there…"
"Step six…use the pitchfork to fluff up the hay on the floor…making it nice and thick…then give fresh water in the water bowls…put new food into the manger…and then put all your tools back neatly when you're through."
He opened the gate and shoved me inside.
"There are twelve stalls in here…", he said, looking at me through the black bars, "You do all of them. If you're still able to walk after that…there are plenty more around here."
He was walking out of the stable and I asked him, "Where are you going ?"
He looked at me like I just pissed on his shoes.
"I'm no slave girl.", he pointed out, "I'm Master. I'm going for a ride. I'll be back when I'm damn good and ready. You take care of the shit. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you shower later and have something to eat."
I could've sworn I heard him chuckle as he walked out, looking for a horse to ride.
I wanted to say so many things…but he would hear them and I didn't need any more shit than I already had…literally.
It was the hardest, most disgusting chore I had ever had to do in my life. The horse shit was HUGE ! And the STINK ! I almost vomited so many times…I never got used to it. And I had to pick it up with my hands…even in gloves it was fucking horrible. And my bare feet got in the shit under the shavings so many times by the end I didn't even care anymore. I was sweaty and a hot mess by the time I got to the last stall…Master had not been anywhere the whole time. Just when I was almost finished, he came strolling in.
I told Charlie that first day that I'd end up shoveling horse shit. I was right. Only, I didn't see it happening quite THIS way. What's worse, I ASKED for this !
I was putting new water into the last stall and he slowly walked up to the stall door.
It had been hours since I was given my task…and I began around 6:30 am…it had to be about 10 am or so now. I was so tired I wanted to lay down in the hay and sleep for ten years.
"Come out, 317.", he said, his voice tight and stern. He was wearing a white t shirt now…his leather pants, boots…he looked cool and fresh…as always…I probably looked like a cavewoman and smelled like one, too.
I slowly walked out and he closed the stall door as I stood there in front of him.
"Kneel.", he said as if that were obvious.
I went down and knelt, looking at my dirty hands…and body…I felt so gross.
"Stay while I inspect your work.", he said, walking away and going to the first stall…then each one in succession. I felt I would fall asleep right there, waiting.
Finally, he came back to me.
"Not bad for a first attempt.", he summed it up.
I wanted to say so many hateful things…but I was not that brave.
"Follow me.", he motioned with his fingers, "Crawl."
I crawled as he went down another hallway…he seemed to know where we were going. I prayed it wasn't another set of stalls. I would collapse.
"Hurry up.", he glanced back at me, going into another room.
Bella's POV :
I laid in a huge pile of hay, my face buried down into the heavy part of it…the smell thick and heavy…also I could smell manure and the clean scent of the rainy day outside…the skies were still dark and deep gray…a sudden burst of thunder snapping me out of my daze.
I whined, my body still sore and so tired. And it WAS humid in here…and my body felt damp and itchy. Rolling over a bit, to get my face out of the scratchy hay, I looked around me. I was in one of the clean stalls, that I myself had cleaned out. My arms were in something leather….like a sleeve of some sort, no doubt laced tightly together and bound behind me. There would be no getting out of that, I knew from experience.
I heard myself whine…and realized I had something in my mouth…it was soft and squishy, a ball gag, locked in behind my head. My hair was out of my face, though, and in two ponytails, one on each side of my head.
My body was naked but I felt shoes on my feet…and I felt ropes around my legs…bending them backwards behind me, connected to the arm sleeve, keeping me in a very tight bend back. I couldn't lay on my back this way…only on my side or face down.
I jerked my head, feeling hot…and little pieces of hay were bothering me on my neck and cheek. I heard myself making frustrated little sounds…angry sounds. I was tired and frankly, a little pissed off. I hated the horse stable chore and it was so hard. If he thinks I'm in the mood to have sex now, he's in for a big fucking surprise.
"RRRR !", I growled, "RRRRRRR !"
I tried to move my legs several times but they wouldn't budge…I found myself rolling back onto my face against my will. I thrashed my head, trying to move the hay out from around my face. Finally, I was able to maneuver a bit so I was comfortably on my side.
I could hear heavy footsteps approaching now…and I decided to make even MORE noise now.
"MMSSSTTTRRRR !", I shouted out, my irritation plain to hear, "MMSSSTTTRRRR !"
After another long minute, the stable door opened and I strained to look behind me, where that was…it hurt my neck to even glance in that direction.
"What have I told you about shouting out my name when you wake up ?", his voice was there, quietly asking me the question. He was doing something else, I couldn't see well as I groaned and panted a bit harder, wanting out of this now.
"You wait…", he repeated, as he did many times before, "You silently hold still and enjoy your position until I get to you."
"UUUHHHHHH", I said, still loud and aggravated.
Then, I felt his hand roll me over and my body followed…and I could see him now as I laid on my other side.
He looked down at me, not concerned about my sounds or how hard my eyes looked.
"You wanted to do something useful.", he smirked at me, and I could see he was wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans, black work boots. He looked clean and refreshed…and that pissed me off more.
"NNNNNN…", I tried to say no and then I began to try and say more…but he cut me off.
"Don't you SPEAK words to me.", he squinted his eyes a bit, his eyes definitely looking darker and not that gold at the moment. They were like the sky outside…a murky, grayish gold, a flaxen shade. It wasn't my favorite but in his face, it definitely worked. All the colors did.
"You're a pony for the next couple of hours.", he straightened and moved around me. I could hear jingling, or clicking, like chains…metal pinging against metal.
"Every time you speak, you will get this.", he said, and a sudden, biting sting bit into my right ass cheek. It made a very loud CRACK sound and I yelped, jumping up pretty high. I never felt that one before.
I turned, trying to see what it was.
"This is a riding crop.", he put the end of it in front of my face, "It looks very cute but it has a hell of a punch even when you just SNAP it lightly."
The small thing struck again on my other ass cheek now and I bucked up, making a shocked little mew…and directly after it, a very loud growl.
"No growling.", he sounded surprised at me, and gave me another slap on the back with the crop as I squeaked out loud again, "You're a pony, not a tiger. Now play correctly or I'll have to deal with you in a less fun way."
"Growling earns you four strikes with the crop.", he created a new rule as I bit on my ball and tried to be quiet.
He stood over me now and smiled down at me, placing the leather crop under my chin, raising it a bit.
"Anything to say ?", he asked, daring me.
I just gave him a look that did all my growling for me. I breathed, trying to quiet it…as I glared back with the kind of look I used to give Charlie.
"You fucking bitch.", he purred, almost as if he LIKED that, "Look at those eyes. And the way they're looking at ME."
He gave a very light tap on my cheek with the riding crop and I flinched. It didn't hurt but it got my attention.
Several taps in a row fell down over my cheekbone and each time he would see if my eyes were still giving him that same stare. Eventually, I stopped doing it and closed my eyes…giving a bunch of little breaths as I tried to calm myself.
"Open your eyes.", he ordered…and I opened them, not looking right at him.
"Look at me.", he said coldly…and I did…I didn't TRY to look mad.
"Get your eyes RIGHT, bitch.", he gave another tap over my mouth, just making my top lip sting a little as I groaned out.
"Now.", he said with a deadly voice. I clenched my eyes then opened them, trying to look at him without the attitude.
"Still not great.", he graded me as he got down on one knee, grabbing my cheeks in one hand, just applying a firm pressure.
"You lazy bitch.", he sneered, "You don't like doing chores ? Well, that's too bad. You will do every fucking chore I order you to do. You'll scrub out the fucking DUMPTERS next weekend ! Naked ! You keep it up and you'll be doing shit that you never even DREAMT OF ! Believe me, I can find LOTS of dirty shit to keep you entertained. Portable toilet cleaner…sewage inspecting…workers in that line are supposed to work long shifts checking and finding clogs, leakages, and cracks in the underground sewer system and they literally have to swim through human excrement and various other wastes just to see if the sewage system is working properly. Some employees have to swim through the pool of toxic wastes just to see if there are any hidden flaws in the sewage system. We could definitely train you in that ! And you'll be BEGGING to shovel the horseshit then !"
I made myself calm down a little…
"Show me your eyes.", he tapped the crop lightly on my chin, "And they better be fucking docile as shit !"
I tried to make my eyes look at him with that submissive look…but he frowned when I looked at him again.
"That's alright.", he let go of my face and stroked my other cheek with the back of his fingers, "I am up to the challenge of taming a little bitch. It's not a problem."
"RRRRRR !", I raspily grunted out again as he stood up and pushed me over onto my face with his boot.
"On your face.", he demanded, "You smell that hay."
I bucked my hips and tried to struggle and that just seemed to excite him more.
"Breaking a wild little pony is not difficult.", he said, "For the owner."
In a few seconds, he was kneeling behind me and he turned me to my side, facing away from him as I kept grunting and sounding out my displeasure.
With no effort at all, he was untying the ropes around where my arms were. I tried to fight against him but his hands were so much stronger than I was.
"I have a few tasks for you to do…", he began with a soft voice, "Once you're under my control. You'll enjoy this."
"NNNNNNNNNN", I tried to move my legs as the ropes loosened there a bit. I shook my head as he sighed, sounding disappointed.
"Yes…", he said as he released the rope from my arms and then began to untie the ropes around my legs that held them together.
"Don't you worry, I will get rid of that laziness you've got.", he said peacefully as I felt my legs become free. I now tried to move them and find a way to get loose…my arms were still in that leather sleeve, firmly behind me.
"Stop that.", he said, not very alarmed, "You're not going anywhere."
I kept trying, though, and making bratty sounds…and in a smooth second, he exhaled and rolled me to my face again…and his knee was on my back, holding it down like a ton of marble would have.
"OOOWWWW", I screeched…panting harder, sounding more wild as he pinned me there, letting me try and move. It was nearly impossible and it was so heavy that I tired myself out in a few seconds.
It was like he was letting me attempt it…just so I could find out it was pointless and give up.
When I stopped kicking and bucking, and just kept breathing quickly, he asked, "Are you done ?"
But I wasn't about to give in yet. I stopped moving…for now. But I was still going to be difficult for him.
I whimpered, answering him as my face went down into the foul smelling hay.
My legs ached a bit as they straightened and I wondered how long they had been bound like that. A sad sound crept out of my mouth as the muscles ached a bit.
He didn't say anything else but, keeping his knee upon me, he was unbuckling the gag locked in my mouth. I felt it coming out and my jaw throbbed a little, too, as I opened and closed my lips a couple times, giving a little whine.
I was conscious about speaking with words, as the crop was close by. And for a couple of seconds that seemed like a great idea…but then I was talking anyway.
"I don't WANT to play this !", I spat my words into the hay around my face, unable to see anything else.
He gave a huff of amusement.
"We're not playing, we're working.", he pointed out, is voice level and even, his hands still working around me.
"I'm so tired!", I complained, "Please…"
"And what did I say about talking ?", he grabbed my hair, lifting my face up, "Did I allow you to SPEAK ?"
"UUGGHHH !", I gave a guttural shout now, resisting him still.
"You are going to get it.", he promised, unaffected by my little fit.
Then I felt his knee come off me and his boot pressed firmly against my lower spine…holding me in place. And then the crop was really smacking against my ass…one…two…three…four ! I screamed out with each whack as the sound snapped in the air…and I gave a little sob…that thing HURTS ! I didn't like it.
"You were warned.", he said afterwards, and continued doing what he was doing back there.
"Don't dare speak again.", he added.
Then I felt something with lots of straps of leather behind my head.
"Lift your face up.", he demanded and I buried my face into the hay now, just to defy him.
He gripped me by the hair and yanked my face back…and his other hand placed something over it.
"Come…", he coaxed as if I really WERE a pony now, and made some sounds like ttkkkkk ttkkkk ttkkkk tkkkkk tkkkk…like you would use to get a horse to listen and relax.
I gave a weak, tired sound of protest as a hard leather thing moved between my upper and lower teeth, pushing back far as it would go until it rested in the corners of my mouth. I let a pained sound and cry come out as a strap of leather sat over one eye…then moved as his fingers began to put the straps into place while I fought him as much as I could, which wasn't much.
I could feel thin silver rings on both sides of my face, near my mouth at that tightened snugly as he worked the buckles behind my head. As he kept working, I noticed that there were little leather pieces on both sides of my eyes…that didn't allow me to see anything to the side of me. I heard leather creak neatly around my face as a strap locked into place under my chin.
"UUHHH HUUHHHH HUHHHHH", I made sounds like a kid would if they were fake crying…finding this very uncomfortable so far.
I could now feel thin straps along each side of my nose, connected to a strap at my forehead. They were all securing around me and I could feel him move my ponytail on one side to buckle another strap closed. Then the other side.
I could feel little pieces of leather up at my head…and when I shook my head, they flapped…like small ears…I could imagine how stupid I looked with this contraption on my head and that made me more annoyed.
Master rolled me over so I was facing him and he looked me over, giving me a small grin and adjusting the ears, the straps, so they were in the correct positions. I just kept making my groans and feeble attempts to overpower him. He was not even stressed or a little out of breath from holding me still during all of this.
"Ohh", he touched my chin, "You're SO cute…look at those little ears…what a charming little foal you are."
"UUHHHHH !", I argued, not able to say much at all with this thing in my mouth.
"Yes, you are.", he cooed back, "It's going to be my pleasure to ride you today."
I whimpered as he rolled me back to my face and said, "Up."
Before I could do anything, I felt him pull my arms up and I actually hopped off my own feet for a second before he placed me down with a little rustle in the hay, my chest going, "OOOOff!"
Fuck, he's strong. I almost forget sometimes.
I heard myself cough for a few seconds but he ignored that, too.
His hand shoved my head down a bit and then against the wooden wall as I panted. Then I felt him placing something over the front of my body, an outfit of leather straps that he began buckling around my back. With every tug, and click…thin straps pushed down hard into my skin…around my breasts, pushing them out fuller in between the criss cross of each leather ribbon.
"OWWW !",I complained a few times as the outfit only made me more uncomfortable. It pinched my waist a bit…and the sides of my breasts…and then began to dig into my inner thighs, right around my crotch…and buckled around right below my ass cheeks, tight and unforgivingly as he finished with the buckles.
Now, he turned me to face him and he looked my body over, his eyes blank and unmoved.
"Very nice.", he said to himself as he tested the straps, hardly able to get a finger underneath as I mewed helplessly, looking down at myself.
"Nice and tight.", he said, looking into my eyes now, with a look of superiority as he tugged on the straps around my pussy.
"UUGGGHHHH !", I shrieked as they seemed to almost cut into my sensitive flesh there.
"Yea…", he approved as he looked me over, pinching my left nipple, "Lovely."
He mocked me, then, asking "Aww, you don't like that, do you ?"
I shook my head and felt my teeth strain a bit against the bit in my mouth, making a loud sound of discomfort.
"That's too bad.", he shook his head slowly and teased me, "This is what a pony wears to work."
"NNNNN", I whined.
"You'll get used to it.", he spun me around to face the wall again, "Soon, you won't even FEEL the outfit, you'll have other worries on your mind."
His hand toyed with one of my ponytails, shaking it a little as he chuckled, dusting the hay off my naked ass, tugging at the straps at my back and waist.
"Good.", he said to himself, satisfied, grabbing his fingers around a silver ring that was firmly digging into my rib…and he pulled it a bit as the leather pulled even tighter.
I croaked out, shaking my head to let him know it hurt…and a moment later, he released it.
He kicked my feet apart until I was very off balance now…my weight resting on my head as the top of it rested to oak scented wall.
I was stuck there in this position and I could hear him doing something else right behind me. I felt something cold and jelly like moving against my asshole…his cold fingers moving the substance up and down…then in little circles around it…I moaned a little in spite of myself.
"Whore…", he commented, "Now you moan."
With a nervous sound, I felt him spread my ass cheeks as his finger slowly inserted itself into my ass, making the tight little hole wet with the stuff he applied as I grunted.
"A pony is nothing without her little tail.", he said with a husky voice, and then something bulbus and hard was there, pressing firmly against my ass hole.
"UUGGHHHH!", I resisted…this felt big. And he was inserting it slow…agonizingly slow.
"I would've used the smaller one…", he shared, "But since you're being such a little bitch…"
Finally, the thing popped inside…and I screamed as it settled itself there. I saw little stars in my eyes as my breaths began to labor a bit.
"There you go…a cute little tail.", he said as if he gave me a gift…and I could feel soft hair cascading down between my ass cheeks. He ran his fingers through the hair a couple times, smoothing it.
I tried to hop on my boots and lift my head a little but it only entertained his eyes.
He took my head by a strap in the back of it and raised it off the wall, and I was able to move my legs now that I was standing up straight…and I tried to kick his right leg…and I DID get a good kick in, right on his shin. But he just raised a brow and acted as if I were a mist that had dared to strike him. He wasn't hurt at all…but now…he was mad.
"Would you like ME to take a turn and kick YOU now ?", he grabbed my chin from underneath it, making my face look up at the ceiling.
I shook my head no…my breasts heaving as I made a scared, tiny yelp now.
"No, I bet not.", he scowled, "Do that one more time. I DARE you."
The sound of his voice ripped through me and really reminded me that he was a vampire, not human. It wasn't just the tone…it was something more. And even though I wasn't really afraid of him…my human parts WERE…and a short feeling of dread tore through me, like an instinct…warning me that I was in great danger.
I took a chance and tried to speak now.
"MMMM ssrrryyy Mssttrrr", I garbled as my fang teeth rested against the leather thing in them.
"Shut up.", he breathed hotly into my ear, "Shut. The fuck. Up."
"Your workload just doubled, my dear.", he informed, "Kick MY leg…if I kick YOUR leg, you're done. Ponies with broken legs get SHOT."
I almost laughed at that one and the way he said it. But I kept myself in character.
"Kneel, you nasty slut.", he grabbed one of my ponytails and forced me to my knees. I went with a little force…thank God for the hay.
He jerked me up by my chin and looked down into my wincing face now.
"You better start behaving now.", he warned, "Because if it continues, I'll begin to get angry. Nod your head that you understand."
I gave a slow nod, unable to look away from his eyes…fuck but they're pretty…they almost hold you to stare at them without your consent.
"Good.", he said snidely, as if it wasn't good enough.
He turned a bit to his right, then came back…and was clipping something metallic into the silver ring beside my mouth. Then another little click on the other side. And he was holding a long leather belt that was now connected to them.
I clenched my eyes and felt the bit pull in my teeth now…and I shook my head a little from side to side to try and resist it.
"Come.", he said without affection, as if asserting his place as the Master.
I could see now that the belt was actually a leather loop, the ends buckled into my gag…they were reigns and he was leading me with them now.
He made a TTKKK sound, coaxing me to come as he pulled the reigns up…I slowly got to my feet and straightened as he backed up, leading me to the other wall…where black bars where, another stall beyond that.
"Come on.", he repeated his order as I followed him without enthusiasm, as if I had to be dragged there.
He grinned at me as if I was being good now and brought me to the bars.
"That's a good girl.", he praised, then reached up and around a bar going horizontally, he looped the reigns around the bars twice and then made a loose knot, tugging it down with a strong hand as I looked up, unable to look down.
He took a step back and smiled as he watched me. I said, "UUGGHHH" again and tried to see him beside me but the blinders prevented me from doing so.
"God that's hot.", he decided as my body moved a bit to the left, trying to pull at the reigns that would not come loose.
"I could fuck you right now…for days this way.", he shared, his breathing a bit slower now.
I liked the sound of that. I waited.
"But you've been very bad.", he reminded, "Kicking me, growling at me…resisting me…you don't deserve my cock."
I made a sad sound and hoped he would have mercy on me. I knew he wouldn't.
"How's this feel ?", he asked, tugging a little on the thick plug in my ass as I squealed out in a high pitched voice.
"I hoped so.", he said, glad that it was sore for me.
"You stay there and silence yourself.", he calmly ordered, "I'll be right back and you can get to work."
"RRRR !", I gave a little growl now instead of a larger one, trying to see him, turning a bit as he slammed the stable door closed, on the other side of it now.
When he came back, he didn't even say a word to me, he just untied the leather reigns and led me out of the stable…then outside into the field where there was a large wooden slat fence around it.
"Come, girl.", he made kissing sounds as he took me out there, the weather still overcast but not raining much anymore. I liked how dark it was…and it was warm but not very hot, like the summer had been.
The ground was a bit muddy out here and he brought me to the center of the field. He had other leather things in his other hand that I couldn't see very well but when he stopped, and I stopped too, he took hold of the reigns, making them taught.
He clipped something new onto one ring near my mouth, and disconnected the reigns on both sides of my face. When he moved back away from me, I saw that the new thing he attached was a very long black leash now…not leather but it looked strong. Master had the reigns in his hand now and he laid them over one of his shoulders. And then I noticed the new whip in his other hand.
This looked like a long fishing pole thing with a single, thin black strand hanging from it. It looked harmless enough but I knew better than that.
I felt the leash tug and pull a bit on my jaw and teeth as I spun around, looking at Master's face now.
"Let's go.", he held the whip and curled his other hand around the end of my new leash.
"Walk.", he furrowed his brow and began to pull me as I walked defiantly…looking down as he stood in the center and led me to walk in a full circle around him. I kept watching that whip, hoping he didn't swing it.
Everything was fine as I went twice around…him watching me closely, not saying anything or striking with the whip yet.
Then, I got distracted by looking at him and felt myself trip over some mud. I squealed and stumbled as he frowned and pulled on the leash, steadying me so I wouldn't fall.
"Watch where you're going, 317.", he said sternly as I felt a new wave of anger and growled at him again, pulling back against the rope he was leading me around with.
"YA !", he shouted and the whip flew towards me…I winced and braced myself and it bit, right against my ass, a small sting but nothing too terrible. It snapped its song into the air as I yelped.
"Trot !", he struck again and it snapped against my stomach now…I jumped and increased my walk to a little jog…my breasts bouncing as I moved in the circle he was leading me into.
"BRAT !", he added, saying, "FASTER ! Keep up the pace !"
By the next circle around, I was running, trying to breathe as I moved at a speed Master was comfortable with.
"Gallop !", he called.
I whimpered and panted as I kept going…not wanting the whip again. After a few rotations around, I began to get tired and hot…and I slowed, bending over a bit to catch my breath.
SNAP SNAP ! The whip lashed out again, hitting my ass again as I screamed and ran again, feeling the tight pull of the leash I was hooked to.
"I didn't say stop.", he said, his mouth in a tight line as I felt my stomach tighten while I ran.
"Lift those feet UP !", he thrust the whip at me again and I felt it snapping and biting over my thighs.
"UUGGGHHH !", I picked my feet up as much as I could as I kept going…my lungs starting to feel thin.
A couple of times I slowed a bit and I felt the whip again…and heard Master's voice, training me to do it right.
My breasts got it that time…and I whined, wishing I could rub them as they throbbed.
The air made a cutting WHEEWW sound with each lash and that scared me as much as the pain it brought.
Once, I tried to fight this and I screamed, jerking back away from the leash. Master didn't like that. He chased me with the whip then…striking my ass over and over until I was back in line, running in my circle…behaving for him, finally.
Finally, he said, "Walk."
I was so grateful to stop running…or galloping…and I slowly walked in the circle…trying to catch my breath.
"Cool down, girl.", he said a little more gently now as I kept walking, feeling a little mist drizzling in the breeze. It felt wonderful.
I had no fight in me at the moment…from both the whip and the fatigue, I was feeling very obedient now.
"Good girl.", he gave me a little smile as he kept leading me around in a circle. After the fourth trip, he made a clicking sound again and brought me to him in the center.
"Come here, baby.", he said with a soft voice now and I dared to come closer.
He put his palm over my mouth and I thought he was covering it but instead I felt a little cube of sugar inside it. I could not chew it with the bit in my mouth but it dissolved right away on my tongue and the taste was sweet and amazing.
"Come.", he led me to the fence and again, wrapped the leash around the lower slat twice and then tied it in one single knot, in such a way that I had to bend over.
His hand rested on my ass and his other hand moved to my pussy…and he was slowly fingering me…stroking me there…as I moaned and closed my eyes.
"Mmm.", he sounded pleased, "Wettest pussy ever. The little slut loves this, doesn't it ?"
I gave a sensual growl that time…and he heard the difference.
"I can smell your pheromones across the field.", he shared, easily sliding his first two fingers inside me as I voiced my weakness…wanting him to continue, my legs far apart of my own doing.
They began to move a bit faster…making my legs shiver and my head lower more…and then he stopped and took his fingers away.
"Stay. Rest a minute.", he allowed, going back into the stables.
He let me relax there, catching my breath for a few minutes…I felt a lot better when he returned…only hornier now.
"Time to work.", he stated without emotion as he attached the reigns and detached the long leash.
"Come.", he pulled the reigns and I followed him.
We went through the stables, out the other side…and here there was a lot of grass, too, but not fenced in…and there was a little metal cart there. It wasn't a huge thing…very small, actually. With just a little metal platform one person could stand on, with a couple bars around it, and small little wheels. It looked light enough to pick it up and carry it.
"Come.", he said again and led me to stand in front of it. I looked behind me, nervously, as he put a very thick leather belt around my waist now…it was snug and strong and I felt him snapping things into the back of it…securing the long iron bar that held the front of the cart…to my belt.
"Let's see how strong you've become.", he said, and did not stand in the cart…but just took the reigns and began to lead me out into the field, dragging the cart behind me. It was very light…and the wheels moved easily, coming after me. I was relieved. This was easy.
We walked out there and he was in front of me, watching me carefully, seeing I could do this.
"Now…", he instructed, "Lift those feet…all the way off the ground with each step. High."
I was doing that, feeling stupid…and my cheeks burned…but he kept leading me and watching me.
"Good girl.", he said, slight approval in his voice.
We were coming to a slight hill that went upward a bit…not steep…but then he started slapping a smaller whip with three strands across my thighs as I grunted out a little.
"Come on…faster.", he urged, "Up."
"Knees higher.", he glanced behind him as he led me up, "Climb the hill."
It was becoming a bit more difficult now…I could hear my voice going Uhhhh Uhhhh….uugghhhh as I traveled.
Once up the incline, I could see a powder blue, smaller structure with a silver metal roof, there a little distance away. Is that a stable, too ? I wasn't sure.
But he stopped me at the top of the hill before we got there…and he moved the reigns so they were behind me now. And he smirked at me, and walked behind me.
I wanted to turn my head and peek at him but I already had a feeling where he was going.
"Steady.", he said with a clear voice, and I felt a bit of weight pulling the belt around my waist down a bit…not much…just enough for me to groan out slightly.
"Steady.", he said again, waiting a moment.
"Good girl.", he said with appreciation.
Then the reigns jerked gently behind me and his voice said, "Walk."
And he made a clicking sound again, TKKK TTKKKK TKKKKK…
I wondered how much Master weighed and I pulled, starting to walk…my mouth straining with another, "UGGHHHH"…and I was walking ! And the cart was coming ! I was doing it ! It was a bit difficult but doable. I was very proud of myself.
"Very good.", he said even more softly behind me as I went towards the blue house…he didn't say anything more until we got there.
Then he gave a small pull back on the reigns and the bit pulled a tiny bit in my mouth and Master said, "Woah girl."
I stopped, feeling a little sheen of sweat over my body now.
He got off and I felt the cart rise up a bit as he came around and faced me.
He popped another sugar cube into my mouth as I moaned from the bliss of it…and he looked into my eyes.
"Everything alright, girl ?", he asked me, checking in.
I breathed evenly and nodded, not speaking. I wished I could smile. I felt like it. That was kind of fun.
"Volleyball ?", he asked me.
I shook my head, telling him I was fine.
"Good.", he smiled more, placing a small kiss to my nose, then he nuzzled me with his perfect nose.
"Feeling more agreeable now ?", he raised a brow.
I let a little sound come out of my mouth, not a hostile one, a bit of a tired one.
"That's better.", he sounded glad.
"Now you can start working.", he said and my stomach sank a bit, "Stay."
I waited and he came out of the blue house with about six huge bags of horse feed that looked like they weighed about 30 pounds a bag. He looked at ease, as if they were big feathers he was carrying…but then he put them in the cart behind me.
"Come on…" he walked at my side now and began to tap me with the riding crop, lightly stinging my thigh, "Walk…and go around…and go back."
He didn't touch me but stayed a few feet away, watching me begin to pull the cart behind me. It was pretty heavy, but not more than when Master was in it…and I grunted as I made the wide turn to point myself back towards the stables.
He made the clicking and popping sounds as he watched me pull and walk.
"Lift the legs up !", he reminded me and I got another little crack in the ass with the crop as I mewed out pitifully.
I had forgot about the raising of my stupid feet…and it took longer to get to the hill going downward…I liked the downhill slope…it was nice and easy to get down there…and I pulled the cart the rest of the way to the stable as Master walked beside me.
"Woah.", he said as I got to the opening of the stable where we began this. I breathed in and out, making sure to take deep breaths as Master winked at me. He took the bags of food and lifted them effortlessly…and brought them inside as I waited.
Several times, we repeated this trip. On the way to the blue house, Master now rode the whole way on the cart…even uphill, which sucked after the second trip…and then the way back there would be sacks of food and bales of hay. I never knew how heavy hay could fucking be.
By the fourth trip, I was sweating like a pig and suffering as I pulled the cart behind me both ways. I began to feel confused as to which place we were going after awhile…and every time Master loaded the cart, I wanted to cry. But I tried to be strong.
Going uphill was death. I felt like my asshole and vagina would fall out. But Master jerked the reigns a bit harder and forced me to keep digging in with my boots and climb up with all my might. This wasn't so easy anymore.
When we stopped in front of the blue shed place, I was ready to cry. He sensed that I had had enough and he began to unhook me from the cart. I felt tears in my eyes, glad that I had done it and it was over…I prayed it was over.
I was unhooked from the cart now and Master came around to face me again.
Master smiled at me and was cupping and then slapping firmly against my right breast, saying, "Good girl…GOOD girl…"
Shit. I FELT like a horse. I would never again look at horseback riding the same way again.
"Uhhhhh.", I said weakly, hoping he would take pity on me.
"Awww…", he tilted his head at me, and reached behind my head and unbuckled the straps that held the bit in my mouth and the whole headpiece on my head. I moaned in relief as he did that and he sweetly went, "Shhhh shhhh shhhhh….it's alright."
That little bit of love in his voice almost made me sob right out but I held it together.
He removed the leather thing and massaged my cheeks and jaw…kissing my cheek on his side. He put the thing in the back of the cart, and got something else there, coming back over.
He held a red apple in his hand and pulled a knife from his back and began to cut a wedge of it out.
"Open, Baby.", he said quietly, looking proud of me.
I opened my mouth and he gently put the apple piece in there…and I moaned and chewed it like it was the most delicious fucking thing on earth.
"Good baby.", he said, moving his hands over my neck and down around my breasts, as if examining me. I didn't care…all I cared about was the apple I was eating. I wanted more.
I nearly orgasmed from the thrill of the apple taste alone. My hands were still trapped behind me but I didn't pay any attention.
He checked my whole body over…his cold hands paradise against my hot wet skin as he firmly massaged my back now.
"Ohhhh….", I purred, my eyes almost rolling back into my head.
His fingers moved inside my pussy again and he allowed me to moan and enjoy that, bending over a bit to allow him more access in there. I was grunting like a true animal before long and I remembered not to speak. It was strangely erotic, not being able to speak and letting him do whatever he wanted to me outside here, my naked body exposed to the world.
"Fuck, you're wet.", he said, not needing to tell me that, "You never cease to amaze me…you little freak."
I felt myself smile at that. I loved being a freak…and it seemed like he was glad about this fact.
His fingers moved very fast inside me and I was gasping, my legs quivering, already weak from all this walking.
He stopped and I almost cried…his fingers were in his mouth when he came back in front of my face.
"MMmmm.", he licked his finger as he took the apple and sliced another good sized piece out of it.
"You want this ?", he held it up over my nose as I smiled and opened my mouth…and he kept it just above where I could get it. I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach it, licking his fingers.
"You're a sweet little thing now…", he grinned, "Come on, get it, Baby."
I reached up more and lifted my head up and gently took the apple from his fingers and it took a little chewing to get that whole piece down. But I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying it so much.
"Stay.", he took hold of my ponytails with both hands and kissed my mouth, walking back into the blue shed. It must be a supply shed, I could ponder now that my mind was clearing up.
He came back and was carrying a length of hose, emerald green. Putting a part of the soft hose part in front of my face, he said, "Open."
I opened and he put the hose part in my mouth and I held it horizontally in my teeth, and he turned the end of it pointing down between my breasts.
"Good girl.", he smiled, "Hold that."
He went back in to turn on the water…and a squeaking sound erupted from the shed…and the water began to travel through the long hose and finally came out of the hole. I held it firmly and whimpered as the cold water began to pour over my body, so cold…and divine.
I didn't move and he rushed back, smiling at me.
His hands moved over my breasts as he let the water rain down over both of them. I squealed at first but then moaned and felt so aroused as the cold water began to cool my body down…he made me keep holding the hose as I moaned out, closing my eyes as it kept running down my flesh.
After a couple minutes, he took the hose and said, "Give it."
I let it go and he began to move the hose all around me…in between my legs…over my entire chest and both my shoulders as I voiced my pleasure at this, softly moaning.
Then, he lifted the hose over my head and I screamed out a bit as it wet my hair, still in the ponytails…and I lifted my face up, letting the icy water move over my face…my mouth open slightly…and Master gave me a little taste of the water and I arched back, wanting more.
I gulped up the water every time he brought it near my lips and it was phenomenal. I was completely soaked, wearing the leather strapped outfit he had put on me earlier…and it felt so damn good.
Master laughed at me as I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the water coming out of the hose.
"That's it.", he tossed the hose away, and took my reigns, "Come, girl."
"UUGGGHHHH !", I roared out as my legs seized and pulled against the chains they were trapped in.
I blinked and looked down, seeing the rounded leather thing I was seated upon. He told me it was called a Sybian…and when he brought me in here I had no idea what it was. It was up on a little platform, and had a tall black penis sticking up out of the top. He lifted me up and upon it…inserting it inside me as I shouted out while it sunk deep inside me.
Then he chained my ankles on each side of it, and anchored the chain to the floor so I would be pulled downward, locked around it. Then, he attached chains to the belt around my waist, on both sides, straight out, attached to posts on both sides of me. And my wrists were also chained, holding my arms out to my sides, tight and unable to even bend. My feet were high off the floor, dangling in the chains.
There was also a crude, metal ring around my neck, padlocked at my throat…and a ring gag was in my mouth, holding my lips open, my teeth apart…with leather straps buckled around behind my head.
I could stick my tongue out and breathe, and make lots of noise…but couldn't speak.
This Sybian thing looked like just something to sit on, curved like the top half of a circle, easy to sit upon comfortably…and the fake penis was firmly in place inside me. And then, he turned it on.
"You're going to LOVE this.", he promised, a fiendish grin on his lips.
My hair was still wet, still in ponytails…and my body was shiny with the hose water…as the motor of the thing buzzed loudly to life.
Master smiled and stood back, watching me closely as the sensations began to register within me.
HOLY FUCK ! If I thought the vibrator wand was powerful, I knew NOTHING ! This Sybian thing was like a nuclear bomb going off inside my pussy ! It was the most powerful thing I had EVER felt between my legs…well, except for Master, that is.
I felt my eyes almost pop out as the intense and evil machine moved wildly underneath me and inside me ! Master enjoyed watching me ride this thing and he came over, pressing my pussy lips down and into the little buzzing nubs down at the base where I was seated.
"UUGGHGHHH !", I screeched…this feeling was TOO MUCH…and then FUCKING AMAZING..then OH MY GOD TOO MUCH again ! And he had just turned it on ! I would not last long on this thing. I was loving it…and hating it at the same time. It felt like death by pleasure…or orgasm. I dreaded to think what it would be like after I came and was still trapped on this thing !
Master was touching my breasts and silently watching me enjoy this wicked machine from MARS but at the same time, look terrified of it as he squeezed my right breast in his hands…leaning in to lick it and bite the nipple as I kept moaning, "UUGGGHHHHHHH", like a helpless mute.
Everything he was doing was just making the intensity even MORE unbearable…and I clenched my eyes…grabbing the chains with my fingers that held my arms out…and my head shook and my ponytails were flapping around in the air.
"RRRRRUUUGGHHHHH !", I was quickly suffering now, being on this thing…my pussy felt like a rocket engine was taking off inside of it.
"NNNNNNN", I already began begging as Master turned the power up even higher.
I squealed out higher than I ever did before and let my head fall back…my legs trying to wriggle in their chains, clinking them uselessly.
This is what will kill me.
I panted and kept gargling out my screams as Master kept pushing me further to the edge, kissing my neck…twisting my nipples…even licking my clit as I howled out, really screaming for real help if anyone would come get me out of this.
I never knew pleasure could be so painful and such a torment…but it fucking WAS !
Master even stuck a piece of apple wedge into the ring in my mouth…and let it sit there, as I couldn't chew it. I kept bucking and jerking, twitching in my chains as the vibrations consumed me completely. I could feel it fucking EVERYWHERE ! What the HELL is this THING ?!
I was really screaming as if I were being murdered when Master bit and licked my clitoris, playing with my pussy lips as he did. He was destroying me but I loved it.
He looked up at me at one point and asked, innocently, "Something wrong, slut ?"
"RRRRRRR !", I was dying at this point and felt tears in my eyes as I looked at him and pleaded for mercy.
I couldn't even form THOUGHTS as this thing continued and I soon I was just a wild animal, growling and speaking in strange tongues…as Master laughed and watched me lose my mind.
"It would be really cruel of me to put the vibrator on that clit now, wouldn't it ?", he asked mischievously.
"NNNNNNN !", I begged like a bitch with no dignity left at all…and I was. I laid my head back and wept as he sucked on my left nipple now.
I was beyond screaming now…I was possessed and roaring like a person on fire.
"BBUUUHHHHHRRRRRNNNNNAAAAA!", I was howling later…unsure of where I was…who I was with…and what my own name was…everything was a blur, a haze of lust.
I tried to focus my eyes as Master was there, asking me something…but I just wept and screeched like a brain damaged zombie.
"How many times is that ?", he asked, "Eleven ? You can come again."
"NNNNOOOOOO !", I scared the birds outside with my blood curdling cries.
"Oh yes.", Master smiled as he held my chin up, "I think five more orgasms should turn you into a quivering pile of juice, don't you ?"
I remember trying to beg…"Mssttrrrr plllssseeee ! FFUUUCCCKKKK!"
"Don't faint.", Master grabbed my hair as I shrieked louder, "When you're done here, you get to fuck ME for a couple of hours."
"AAAAAAAAA!", I screamed again…not knowing how I would survive this one.
END OF CHAPTER 5