because he flicked Cherry hard and misjudged the distance so that the length of cord snapped over her right shoulder and bit directly onto one of her famous nipples that had given her her name. She reared and twisted to the right and only some calm work on the reins prevented her from scratching herself badly by careering through the bushes.
“Okay!” Brian called as Steve and John pulled in from the last circuits, both ponies beginning to foam around their bits and champ. “That’s enough for the first day. Well done everybody. Steve, John, you go with Helga and she’ll show you the ropes about rubbing down, washing, grooming, feeding and all the rest of it. Once that’s all done then you can start claiming the perks of the job! And Helga’s as much on the menu as the other two. Mike and Alex you come with me and help get their evening feed ready – and our supper!”
The two reluctant chefs only stopped grumbling when Brian pointed out that they would take turns and tomorrow, they would have all the fun of rubbing down the slaves, fucking Helga and then overseeing feeding time.
Chapter Five
Two days later, Brian had to admit that it looked as though the government’s Proteus scheme had come up with the goods. Alex was proving to be a dab hand at catering and grooming, displaying a surprising talent for getting Jet and Cherry looking their very best. As a result he and Helga were often in close consultation as she initiated him further into the mysteries of femininity, as it applied to getting a slave looking her best to serve her masters.
At first there were some ribald comments about getting in touch with his feminine side. However, on the second night, the sight of Jet and Cherry, dressed in black basques with fishnet, hold up stockings and four inch-heeled, court shoes, coming towards the dungeons silenced them all; even Brian. Their hair had been beautifully styled; Cherry’s into a complex chignon, Jet’s into corn rows, which together with the way Alex had made up her eyes and lashes, rendered her almost unrecognisable.
But what really surprised Brian was that the slaves themselves had responded. They moved with proud, exaggerated, catwalk, ‘fuck me’ sways of the hips, he felt his body respond immediately to the invitation, even though both he and they knew that there was nothing he couldn’t do with them anyway. He laughed in delight as Cherry was brought to a stop beside him, her eyes were lowered and her cleverly blushed cheeks emphasised an attractiveness he had never seen in her before, it was as if he was going to enjoy her for the very first time.
“Brilliant, Alex!” he said. “You’ll have punters queuing up to pay through the nose for beauties like these!”
Alex beamed at the compliment and Helga assured him that it had indeed been all Alex’s work.
“Me mum kept a hairdressing salon,” he finally volunteered. “I looked and learned but never thought I’d get to use what I picked up!”
The evening had gone on to be as successful as its beginning had been. The students learned how to handle stock whips and other varieties of single tail, as well as all the different ways a cat could be employed – and all the different places. Jet and Cherry’s experience and fortitude were fully tested as they endured four sets of inexperienced floggings which gradually increased in skill and therefore in severity. With four men experimenting on two slaves, Helga was kept busy administering relief. By midnight however, Brian called a halt. Both slaves were on X crosses, Cherry’s body was striped and welted almost to a consistent pink colour, while even Jet’s gleaming chocolate skin was showing plenty of purple lines.
“Tomorrow night we’ll do clamping, pegging and waxing. But we’ve got a full day’s work before then!”
Mike and Steve slung the exhausted girls over their shoulders and took them back to their stalls while Helga cleaned up the dungeon.
John rubbed the
“Okay!” Brian called as Steve and John pulled in from the last circuits, both ponies beginning to foam around their bits and champ. “That’s enough for the first day. Well done everybody. Steve, John, you go with Helga and she’ll show you the ropes about rubbing down, washing, grooming, feeding and all the rest of it. Once that’s all done then you can start claiming the perks of the job! And Helga’s as much on the menu as the other two. Mike and Alex you come with me and help get their evening feed ready – and our supper!”
The two reluctant chefs only stopped grumbling when Brian pointed out that they would take turns and tomorrow, they would have all the fun of rubbing down the slaves, fucking Helga and then overseeing feeding time.
Chapter Five
Two days later, Brian had to admit that it looked as though the government’s Proteus scheme had come up with the goods. Alex was proving to be a dab hand at catering and grooming, displaying a surprising talent for getting Jet and Cherry looking their very best. As a result he and Helga were often in close consultation as she initiated him further into the mysteries of femininity, as it applied to getting a slave looking her best to serve her masters.
At first there were some ribald comments about getting in touch with his feminine side. However, on the second night, the sight of Jet and Cherry, dressed in black basques with fishnet, hold up stockings and four inch-heeled, court shoes, coming towards the dungeons silenced them all; even Brian. Their hair had been beautifully styled; Cherry’s into a complex chignon, Jet’s into corn rows, which together with the way Alex had made up her eyes and lashes, rendered her almost unrecognisable.
But what really surprised Brian was that the slaves themselves had responded. They moved with proud, exaggerated, catwalk, ‘fuck me’ sways of the hips, he felt his body respond immediately to the invitation, even though both he and they knew that there was nothing he couldn’t do with them anyway. He laughed in delight as Cherry was brought to a stop beside him, her eyes were lowered and her cleverly blushed cheeks emphasised an attractiveness he had never seen in her before, it was as if he was going to enjoy her for the very first time.
“Brilliant, Alex!” he said. “You’ll have punters queuing up to pay through the nose for beauties like these!”
Alex beamed at the compliment and Helga assured him that it had indeed been all Alex’s work.
“Me mum kept a hairdressing salon,” he finally volunteered. “I looked and learned but never thought I’d get to use what I picked up!”
The evening had gone on to be as successful as its beginning had been. The students learned how to handle stock whips and other varieties of single tail, as well as all the different ways a cat could be employed – and all the different places. Jet and Cherry’s experience and fortitude were fully tested as they endured four sets of inexperienced floggings which gradually increased in skill and therefore in severity. With four men experimenting on two slaves, Helga was kept busy administering relief. By midnight however, Brian called a halt. Both slaves were on X crosses, Cherry’s body was striped and welted almost to a consistent pink colour, while even Jet’s gleaming chocolate skin was showing plenty of purple lines.
“Tomorrow night we’ll do clamping, pegging and waxing. But we’ve got a full day’s work before then!”
Mike and Steve slung the exhausted girls over their shoulders and took them back to their stalls while Helga cleaned up the dungeon.
John rubbed the
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