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Authors: C. P. Mandara
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Visibly shaking, well aware of the fate about to befall her, she made to run. Barrelling straight through Agnes and Hetty she used her body to give one last sideways swipe at the sturdy wooden panels of the main door. Her body bounced back from the effort and landed in a sprawled heap on the floor. Out of options, she pounded her metal hooves into the floorboards in the manner of a three year old having a gigantic temper tantrum.
'Now this simply won't do,' said Henrietta in a clipped voice. 'You've already been in trouble today by several accounts, and Daniel is clearly traumatised. Whether you want to be here or not, none of what we do here is 'negotiable', and if you continue on the track you're heading down you'll be spending most of your time down in the dungeon. Your behaviour doesn't just reflect badly on yourself; it will affect everyone who comes into contact with you.
Jenny refused to acknowledge a word Henrietta was saying. It was all lies. She desperately wanted to put her hands over her ears, but they remained immobile in their hot and sweaty mitts. She growled. If they were trying to break her it wouldn't work. They could send her for a weeklong vacation in the dungeon and see where that got them! She would not be cowed like this. She would not!
The two ladies shook their heads and each hooked an elbow under Jenny's shoulders, dragging her upright and grunting as they did so. The little vixen was trying to kick out and swing her arms around, but they'd both seen all of this before and knew where to stand to avoid any nasty blows.
'Watch those boots, Aggie,' Hetty cautioned.
The metal horseshoes the ponies wore delivered the meanest bruises, and Hetty knew this from experience. Sidestepping carefully around the kicking beast and giving her a wide berth, they managed to move her to the middle of the room, where there were two metal chains dangling from the ceiling. The chains were efficiently clipped to the D-rings on both the front and rear of her collar and winched upright by a pulley system. There was no way she could fight the pressure upon her neck. It was a very effective way of keeping her upright and on her toes. Wrenching her legs apart, with two hands apiece on each, they fastened leather ankle cuffs over the boots, and these were attached to metal eyelets in the floor.
When they were finished Aggie pulled herself back up from the floor with a groan and a hand in the small of her back for support. Her face wore a pained look. Wiping a hand over her brow she said, 'I'm getting too old for these shenanigans. That's it, Hetty, I'm handing in my notice tomorrow. I don't think I can take any more of this.' Rubbing the sore spot on her back with the tips of her gnarled fingers, her brow furrowed. 'I wonder where I put that tube of Deep Heat? I think I'm going to need it.'
'Rubbish,' said Hetty, waving her hand in the air as if to pooh-pooh Agnes' sentiments entirely. 'This one is destined to wear the black. Haven't you heard about her egg? If you leave now you'll forfeit your bonus, and retiring in St Tropez with a herd of toy-boys is an expensive business. After she's got that black feather in her headdress you'll be in demand.'
'All the more reason to retire now,' Agnes grumbled.
'How about you stay and I'll offer to rub your back when we've finished up here?' There was a devilish glint in Hetty's eye.
'Hmph. It's tempting, but I could do with that muscle rub right now.'
Hetty's lips twitched. 'You'll have to wait on that one I'm afraid, dear. I've been using it on a couple of naughty pony boys down at the stables. If you put the stuff in the right place you can have almost total submission in less than thirty seconds.'
Agnes slapped her hand to her forehead and gave Hetty a filthy look. 'That was my own personal tube, Henrietta, and I bought it for a reason.'
Henrietta scrunched her face up in apology and tugged on one of her unruly red curls. 'Sorry. I can run and get it now for you, if
Visibly shaking, well aware of the fate about to befall her, she made to run. Barrelling straight through Agnes and Hetty she used her body to give one last sideways swipe at the sturdy wooden panels of the main door. Her body bounced back from the effort and landed in a sprawled heap on the floor. Out of options, she pounded her metal hooves into the floorboards in the manner of a three year old having a gigantic temper tantrum.
'Now this simply won't do,' said Henrietta in a clipped voice. 'You've already been in trouble today by several accounts, and Daniel is clearly traumatised. Whether you want to be here or not, none of what we do here is 'negotiable', and if you continue on the track you're heading down you'll be spending most of your time down in the dungeon. Your behaviour doesn't just reflect badly on yourself; it will affect everyone who comes into contact with you.
Jenny refused to acknowledge a word Henrietta was saying. It was all lies. She desperately wanted to put her hands over her ears, but they remained immobile in their hot and sweaty mitts. She growled. If they were trying to break her it wouldn't work. They could send her for a weeklong vacation in the dungeon and see where that got them! She would not be cowed like this. She would not!
The two ladies shook their heads and each hooked an elbow under Jenny's shoulders, dragging her upright and grunting as they did so. The little vixen was trying to kick out and swing her arms around, but they'd both seen all of this before and knew where to stand to avoid any nasty blows.
'Watch those boots, Aggie,' Hetty cautioned.
The metal horseshoes the ponies wore delivered the meanest bruises, and Hetty knew this from experience. Sidestepping carefully around the kicking beast and giving her a wide berth, they managed to move her to the middle of the room, where there were two metal chains dangling from the ceiling. The chains were efficiently clipped to the D-rings on both the front and rear of her collar and winched upright by a pulley system. There was no way she could fight the pressure upon her neck. It was a very effective way of keeping her upright and on her toes. Wrenching her legs apart, with two hands apiece on each, they fastened leather ankle cuffs over the boots, and these were attached to metal eyelets in the floor.
When they were finished Aggie pulled herself back up from the floor with a groan and a hand in the small of her back for support. Her face wore a pained look. Wiping a hand over her brow she said, 'I'm getting too old for these shenanigans. That's it, Hetty, I'm handing in my notice tomorrow. I don't think I can take any more of this.' Rubbing the sore spot on her back with the tips of her gnarled fingers, her brow furrowed. 'I wonder where I put that tube of Deep Heat? I think I'm going to need it.'
'Rubbish,' said Hetty, waving her hand in the air as if to pooh-pooh Agnes' sentiments entirely. 'This one is destined to wear the black. Haven't you heard about her egg? If you leave now you'll forfeit your bonus, and retiring in St Tropez with a herd of toy-boys is an expensive business. After she's got that black feather in her headdress you'll be in demand.'
'All the more reason to retire now,' Agnes grumbled.
'How about you stay and I'll offer to rub your back when we've finished up here?' There was a devilish glint in Hetty's eye.
'Hmph. It's tempting, but I could do with that muscle rub right now.'
Hetty's lips twitched. 'You'll have to wait on that one I'm afraid, dear. I've been using it on a couple of naughty pony boys down at the stables. If you put the stuff in the right place you can have almost total submission in less than thirty seconds.'
Agnes slapped her hand to her forehead and gave Hetty a filthy look. 'That was my own personal tube, Henrietta, and I bought it for a reason.'
Henrietta scrunched her face up in apology and tugged on one of her unruly red curls. 'Sorry. I can run and get it now for you, if
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