Hot to Trot (3 page)

'Stay right there and assume the most submissive pose you can manage. You can follow me in when I'm finished.' Mark's tone was abrupt and his eyes were cold. Entering a side room he shut the door loudly behind him. What he really wanted to do was beat the girl black and blue and then teach her one hell of a lesson about the importance of listening to one's elders. Fortunately for Jenny, sadism wasn't his first calling and he had other methods of making his trainees suffer. For she would suffer under his hands now, make no mistake. His fingers itched to dole out the most unpleasant of anguish and agonies. He was looking forward to each and every moan, groan, sob and whimper that managed to escape the confines of her gagged lips. By the time he'd finished with her she'd be pleading, bawling and screaming for his particular brand of torment to end.

Jenny remained where she had been told and eyed the dildos in the room with trepidation. She then made a point of staring at the floor and not looking in the direction of Mr Big. The man wasn't a monster, surely? Looking at the various sizes of toys on display she felt her breath catch. Would they really fit... there? Her buttocks clenched tightly in panic and she was immediately reminded of her predicament. Was this going to hurt? Adrenaline was already beginning to flow through her veins at the anticipation of what might come next, and the silence in the room was unnerving.

Inside the privacy of the tiled wet room, Mark laid out his implements of torture with precision and care. He would begin with an anal douche, filled with a mixture of mineral water and lubricant. It would ensure she would be nice and slick for the lengthy session he had planned. Then he had a set of vibrating anal beads, which he would slowly work in and out of her, widening that little hole of hers to its greatest potential. A couple of stainless steel lollipop probes would be used later, in combination with a bucket of iced water and the radiator for some interesting temperature play. In order to bring the colour of her backside back to full crimson glory, he'd use a set of anal dilators and his riding crop. It would be her first lesson in muscle control and should be entertaining. They'd finish in the training room with the sybian, his cock and a wickedly ridged, pyramid butt plug. Mark found his mood improving considerably with each item he prepared. The last vision of her being flung to and fro from the saddle of the sybian, while deep-throating his cock and taking as much as she could of the pyramid-shaped plug in her ass,
almost
had him salivating. He shouldn't be. She was untrained, would probably give the sloppiest of blow jobs and her gag reflex would be annoying. But unfortunately he didn't think she'd need to work him over too hard because he'd been dying to shove his cock into her pretty little face all day. Whether it was because she was Redcliff's daughter or just that she had a little bit of spirit and the looks to go with it, remained to be seen. Feeling uncharacteristically frisky, with his cock twitching in his tight breeches, Mark decided he was ready to go and fetch his prey.

A submissive pose?
What the hell was one of those when it was at home? Did he want her to place her hands on her ass cheeks, stretch them wide and beg to be fucked? She wouldn't have been surprised. What did being submissive mean, exactly, anyway? She wasn't even sure of that much, but had a feeling it was somewhere between obedient and docile. Jenny decided that to be on the safe side she'd just rework her earlier position in the Red Room, so she stuck her backside high in the air and dipped her face to the floor. Hiding her eyes behind her folded hands, she pushed up and outwards as he had instructed before and hoped he wouldn't be quite as frosty on his return.

When the door swung open again Jenny jumped as he assaulted her eardrums with barked commands.

'Move! This way!' Looking up she could see he was holding the door open for her, and his expression was not pleased. She shuffled forward on all fours with surprising speed. There was a mean look in his narrowed eyes that would not be argued with. When she reached the threshold of the smaller room he pointed to an oddly-shaped mesh steel chair, positioned at the rear. She didn't need to be told that he expected her to climb into it. The curved chair had been contoured with a dip for her shoulders and head, a raised bump for her back to be pushed up onto and shallow holes for her feet, which would position her in a widely exposed, splayed manner. When she had positioned herself as well as she was able she found it was strangely comfortable, although that didn't do much for her general equilibrium. That was because Jenny way eyeing the room carefully, taking in the dazzling white tiles, the sterile-looking steel cupboards and surfaces and the clinical halogen lighting above, which gave a faint buzz every now and again to unsettle the occupant. As Mark's back was towards her she couldn't see what he was fiddling with on the countertop, and she had a feeling that was for the best.

When Mark returned his attention to her and his eyes slowly travelled up the length of her naked body in a dispassionate fashion, she felt herself tremble. Jenny found she liked arctic Mark far less than his smiling, smirking twin brother. The frigid wave of ice emanating from him sent a chill through her spine. Mark's whole demeanour had turned glacial and the man could teach icebergs a thing or two about freezing. He began to remove each of her cuffs, one by one, and not once did his eyes meet hers. Finally she was unfettered, but it was not to last.

Mark pulled his penknife from his pocket and unsheathed the blade for the second time that day. He noted, dryly, that his little trainee didn't shrink away from the sight this time. So, she thought she had the measure of him? Well, they'd have to see about that. Collecting a large bundle of soft white bondage rope he began sawing through it, creating two long lengths and two shorter ones. Then he went to work.

So much for fifty seconds of freedom, Jenny thought sardonically. After he'd finished with the rope she was trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey, and her legs were definitely not meant to be bent in such a way. The rotten man had fastened a long length of rope to each of her ankles and brought her legs up backwards, to be tied at the top of the chair, on either side of her face. The rope was slotted through the small squares of the mesh and knotted on the underside. Her arms had been tied with shorter lengths, just above each ankle. Great, a little light basting and she'd be good to go. As soon as the thought popped into her head, Mark produced something cylindrical which featured a nozzle. He had to be joking! What next, the oven? She quickly discovered, however, that the concertinaed tube of liquid in his hands was not for basting.

When Mark positioned himself between her legs, Jenny heard a hissing sound as he released the pressure from her little plug. Next he employed several long twists to ease it away from her. When she felt the soft rubber oval pop out her first feeling was one of emptiness. She felt herself clenching around nothing more than air. It was a bizarre sensation. It was worrying that she had grown used to the plug in such a short space of time, but even more worrying was the fact that she wanted it back. When it was inside her it offered some protection against people playing with that extremely sensitive area of her anatomy, and now she felt open and exceedingly vulnerable. She made to nibble her lip instinctively and found, annoyingly, that the bit made the action impossible.

He gave her clit a gentle flick with the top of his index finger to distract her, while feeding the nozzle of the lubricant mix inside her expertly positioned sphincter. He loved watching the trainees being exposed in this way... all fresh, juicy, and deliciously wet. If they weren't wet, that was at least easily solved, although it appeared this wouldn't be a problem in Jenny's case. The girl was already heavily aroused and as he trailed a finger along her pussy lips he was satisfied with her sharp intake of breath. She wasn't going to need the warm-up routine, so after he had inserted the slim nozzle a good two inches inside her, he carefully squeezed out the contents.

'That should help loosen you up.'

His voice was devoid of inflection, and those were not words Jenny wanted to hear. She could feel the cold liquid sliding inside her, making her clench tightly as it coated her anal walls. She felt her knees go weak and begin shaking, the rope jerking with the movement and hiding nothing.

Slowly he withdrew the bottle and watched with satisfaction as a few drops of lubricant dripped through the mesh to splatter on the floor below. She was ready. 'Now the fun begins,' he said.

Anal Training

Mark pulled a chair alongside Jenny and noted how her legs had already started to tremble. For some ponies, being penetrated anally was one of the quickest ways to gain their submission. He wasn't sure if it was because wearing the tail plug and associating it with their newly acquired animal status gave them base feelings, or the thought that having their ass filled was somewhat of a nasty taboo, but he'd seen the reaction on several occasions. Some grew to love having their asses played with and others would always hate it, but without exception, all were turned on by ass play or they did not last long at Albrecht. But considering the well of liquid he could see contained in his subject's exposed pussy, it was clear Jenny found the idea of anal play arousing, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Pulling on a pair of thin, black, kid leather gloves, he picked up the first in his arsenal of gadgets: the gradually increasing in size vibrating anal beads. The first bead was just half an inch in diameter and would slide in easily; the last bead was a more impressive inch and a quarter and would take a little work. First things first, though. Applying generous amounts of lubricant to all of his toys and his right hand glove, he would start the proceedings delicately. Inserting the tip of his leather clad finger inside her anus, he began to massage the hole; stretching it gently, before slowly thrusting his digit back and forth to accustom her to the idea of movement.

Jenny was trying her hardest to smother a groan. Whatever he was searching for down there, if he found it, she wanted it back. Wearing a plug was bad enough, but having his finger pump inside her was ten times worse. It was mortifying as hell, slightly uncomfortable and horribly arousing. The man was obviously in no hurry, either. There were only two thoughts that were going to get her through this ordeal: the fact that she would shortly be getting rid of Mr Nasty, her chief tormentor, and the prospect of rescue tomorrow. After a hurried debate she decided to add another thought to the list.
The possibility of an orgasm, please, oh God, please
. The plastic vibrating beads had just begun their journey into the darkest, most private depths of her body and - dammit - they felt good.

Mark watched her body stiffen, but knew it was not through pain. He'd only worked two of the smallest beads inside her and the plug she'd worn for most of the afternoon had been bigger in circumference. The tightly clenched set of her body was because she was aroused and it was obvious that while she wanted release, she wasn't at all comfortable with the idea of him staring straight into her pelvic region in her doubly exposed manner. Get used to it, horsie, because the crazy antics would get worse from here on in. In any case, she'd had a tame start to her first day at the stables. Most of the other fillies on today's intake were now wearing full tack and trying to attract the attention of the most handsome Dom. Easing the third and fourth beads inside her, he was already admiring his handiwork and he had another six beads to go. Twist, turn, roll and push. That took care of another two. He watched the delicious set of her mouth, tight around the bit, as he pressed in bead number seven.

'Just relax and push your muscles outward. We're not going anywhere until you've taken every last one of them, filly.'

'Ake-ee,' Jenny snarled around the gag. Her feisty spirit had returned and she wasn't going to take this lying down. Although having thought about it, she didn't really have an awful lot of choice in the matter...

Mark bit his lower lip in surprise and had to hide a boyish grin of delight. It didn't take long for him to recover his composure. 'Oh, I'd be happy to. Thank you for asking so nicely.' Had the chit honestly said
make me?
Had she learned absolutely nothing so far? It would be a mistake she wouldn't repeat in a hurry. He pulled a wicked-looking metal clamp from his pocket and dangled it before her eyes. 'You have no idea what this is for, do you, pumpkin?' He let it trace a languid path across her lips, chest, stomach and the tops of her thighs, before he squeezed the coiled spring together and let its jaws sink into her clit. There was a two second pause before her body writhed in agony, and the ensuing scream was quite something.

'Now I'm going to speak very loudly so you can hear me above the awful noise you're making.' He paused, rather cruelly. 'Do you think you can be a good girl and do as I say from now on?'

She nodded frantically.

'I have your word?'

Another nod and a sobbed, 'Eess.'

He appeared to consider the matter, while she tried to thrash about in the tightest of bondage knots.

'Very well.' He released the clamp and admired the twin tears that had trickled down her face, ruining the remains of her mascara. She looked like a weeping Pierrot clown. His cock twitched again and strained to be free of all confines. Down boy, down; there was still plenty of work to do.

'Relax and release those muscles. Feel yourself pushing them out.'

Her clit was on fire. As Jenny didn't fancy a repeat of the previous exercise she did exactly as he said, albeit grudgingly. Two beads slowly snaked their way inside her and the sensation was somewhat... pleasurable. The vibrations were becoming more intense and her clit was clenching around the metal hook of her harness in anticipation of what was to come.

'Push.'

Mark had to apply quite a bit of pressure, but the last two beads, with the help of some vigorous pumping, finally slotted into place, leaving just the small tail end of them on show. He pinged it with his finger and heard her gasp. His filly was filled to the brim and what was more, she loved it. He pulled on the tail a few times, briskly, but not hard enough to dislodge them, and was rewarded with a gurgled sound of enjoyment. Using his fingers in a pincer grip he then proceeded to rotate the whole set of beads a full three-sixty degrees inside her, watching intently as her blue eyes widened and her cheeks flooded with colour. The effect was lovely, but he wanted her desperate, aching and panting with desire. A clitoral stimulator would do the trick. Applying a small pad over the hook presiding on the top of her clitoris, he fastened it around her legs by means of elastic and Velcro. He turned it on and sat back to enjoy the show.