The Stables Ch. 07

Chapter Seven

After a couple of minutes had passed, Tara told Emilia to stand up then she buckled a collar from the chest round her neck and attached a rope to it then tied the rope off to a ring set in the wall. A specially adapted bit and bridle appeared as well and Emilia soon found that she could only mumble as the bit was fitted into place over her tongue.

"Now I think Molly could do with some training in grooming so I will go and fetch her and see how she gets on with you before you go to Rebecca for practice at milking," Miss Tara commented, kissing Emilia once on her forehead before she left the stable stall.

Emilia stood and shivered as the golden fluid coating her body cooled rapidly then trickled gently down her thighs and soaked into the straw around her feet. Her shame at being in such a state increased as Molly trailed into the stall after Miss Tara, carrying a pail of water and an assortment of brushes.

"Our little mare here needs a good wash and brush, Molly, so get on with the job," Miss Tara commented, walking back over to the chest and sitting down on it as Molly approached Emilia and tipped half the contents of the bucket over her coppery curls. The water was cold and Emilia gasped and squealed as it sluiced over her flesh and cascaded down to the floor. Grabbing one of the brushes, Molly teased the bristles down Emilia's back and then onto her buttocks, scrubbing harder as she met the softer, plumper flesh and leaving red striations etched into the pale skin. Up and down went the brush and Emilia hissed and gasped as pain flooded into her body as the bristles scraped over her soft skin, running down the back of her thighs and then up the front. Agony ensued as the brush was used on her soft breasts, tearing at the delicate nipples and making them erect and swollen while her white flesh turned pink and then red under the teasing bristles.

Worse was to follow though as Molly emptied the rest of the pail of water over Emilia then slipped the harsh brush between her thighs and began to brush her pussy lips. Tied by the neck as she was, Emilia could not manage to move away and she could only squirm and beg inaudibly through the chafing bit for mercy as her soft, sensitive slit was tormented by the scraping bristles of the brush for what seemed like an eternity.

"Don't neglect her inner thighs, Molly," remarked Miss Tara abruptly and Emilia groaned as the brush slid down and started to caress her white flesh with fiery bristles until the girl finally finished by combing out Emilia's pubic bush. Miss Tara came across and removed the bit then kissed Emilia once more, teasing her with delicate butterfly kisses on her cheeks before she told Molly to take her through to Rebecca and then to come back and see her. Body burning all over, Emilia walked slowly after Molly, pulled along by the neck towards the next stall where she was about to practice milking. As she moved, her horsehair tail swayed gently and alluringly from side to side and Miss Tara watched, wondering who, on her long list of potential suitors, should be introduced to the girl and enjoy her charms. One name sprang to mind and she smiled in amusement at the thought of how suitable it would be for the gentleman to meet and enjoy the delights of Emilia's body and soul.

Emilia naturally had no idea what was going through her mistress' mind as she was bent over the hay bale by Rebecca and tied down securely to rings set into the floor. Ahead of her was a small ivory phallus, realistically carved and jutting up towards Emilia's mouth from the wooden pole which it was attached to.

"I think I am going to have to adjust it slightly because you are not as tall as Molly," muttered Rebecca as Molly sidled out of the door and walked back to where Miss Tara waited, hoping that her grooming of Emilia had passed muster. Emilia watched on in strange fascination as Rebecca lengthened the wooden pole by twisting it round and then she swallowed hard as the ivory pressed insistently against her lips.

"Open wide, girl, and start sucking on it. I want to see lots of head movement and hear your lips sucking hard or I will be striping your bottom cheeks to remind you to put more effort in!" announced Rebecca with a smile as she picked up a light schooling whip from the ground and swished it experimentally through the air.

Emilia slipped her lips around the carved cock and started to suck on the smooth surface slowly and sensuously while Rebecca watched on, toying with the whip as she waited for her pupil to slack off slightly. That took a few minutes but eventually Emilia slowed down too much as her jaws began to ache and, stepping smartly behind her, Rebecca cracked the schooling whip lightly across her naked bottom cheeks three times. Emilia howled and jerked forward then began to put more effort in, licking along the long shaft of the ivory dildo before wrapping her lips around it once more. Another few minutes passed slowly by and Emilia's jaw ached even more so she paused for a few moments only to suffer another three cuts from the whip. And so it went on for half an hour and by the time she was released, Emilia's mouth felt numb while her buttocks were striped with over a dozen welts.

After being taken back to the sleeping quarters and fed lunch in a stainless steel bowl once again, Emilia was joined by the rest of the girls in the main room of the stables as Rebecca lined everybody up for an inspection by Miss Tara. Emilia's bottom was sore and she was embarrassed by the tail sticking out of her anus which Molly made snide remarks about when Rebecca was out of earshot. However, Emilia was soon having the last laugh as Rebecca fitted Lydia and then Molly with their own tails before all three of them were blindfolded and told to stand still.

It was nerve-wracking to stare out blindly especially when muttered words floated into your ears, Emilia decided. She realised that Miss Tara had arrived and was talking to Rebecca but she could not catch what the conversation was about. She then heard a gasp from Lydia who was at the far end of the line of three girls followed by the crisp sound of a spanking that echoed round the building and made her swallow nervously. Then there came faint noises and what she thought were footsteps in the sand before it all went silent again for a few moments. Then she sensed Molly moving away from her side and the pattern repeated with the sound of sharp smacks on a girl's bottom and more running footsteps. Puzzled, Emilia frowned and waited, trying not to shiver as she suddenly worked out that she was going to be next to endure whatever the other two had.

It came all too quickly, she found, when the blindfold was removed and the light flooded back into her eyes. Emilia squinted for a moment then instinctively tried to cover up her naked body, fluttering one hand over her breasts and the other down over her exposed groin as she noticed the tall gentleman standing next to Miss Tara. His dark blue eyes looked at her with amusement and he commented quietly to her mistress who smiled and then approached Emilia.

"Hands on your head, girl, so that my friend can get a proper look at you," she stated calmly.

"But... but," stammered Emilia, face flushing instantly at the thought of being stared at in all her naked glory.

"Obedience is all, girl, so do not let me down. I thought that even though you have only been here such a short time that you had made good progress otherwise I would not have allowed your beauty to be viewed so soon. Don't let me down!"

"I am sorry, Miss Tara," whispered Emilia, moving her hands away and blushing even more as the mildly amused eyes continued to stare at her almost clinically whilst Miss Tara took her by the hand and led her over to where the man stood, hands clasped behind his back.

"This is Emilia, my latest acquisition, Sir Harry. She only joined us a short while ago but has already made encouraging progress," stated Miss Tara. Feeling incredibly embarrassed as the blue eyes scanned up and down her naked flesh, Emilia performed an incongruous curtsey which made the man smile a little before he asked Miss Tara, "Is she available?"

"For some things, yes. You can spank her and she has been learning to pleasure a man with her mouth but I am afraid that I intend to keep her pussy out of bounds for the moment."

"Submissive?"

"Absolutely, Sir Harry. Fairly obedient already and gets very wet when spanked."

Emilia's cheeks positively flamed with furious embarrassment at being discussed so openly and she nearly opened her mouth and protested but a glance from Miss Tara quelled any incipient rebellion. Then, when the gentleman snapped at her to bend over and grasp her ankles tightly, Emilia complied despite her inner reluctance as she wanted to show Miss Tara that she had learnt how to be extremely obedient. It was shameful to display her innermost flesh to the stranger and yet it was also very exciting and Emilia felt a familiar and pleasurable warmth begin to build in her body even before the man's hand rested on her bottom and stroked it gently and exploratively for a few moments. Mortifying her intensely, his fingers tugged at the butt plug nestling deep in her anus; something she had almost forgotten about as she had become used to it during the hours it had been in place. A few seconds passed slowly by then the hand shifted swiftly and she felt the perversely delightful sting entering into her senses. His hand was large and hard and encompassed most of her left cheek as it smacked her a dozen times rapidly before stopping. His fingers strayed over the heated skin and he remarked on the excellent coloration and Miss Tara replied, "Redheads normally do colour up well. They have deliciously-pale skin to start with and a few smacks soon redden it. She has already received a few strokes from the crop and whip this morning as you can probably see from the faint stripes."

"Indeed I can and I plan to add to those when we see her go over the jumps in a few moments. The others both jumped much better when the whip reminded them of how much effort they could put in!"

As Emilia suffered another hard flurry of smacks, this time on her other buttock, she thought about what the man had said and what she was going to have to do next. She craned her neck slightly and, for the first time, noticed the jumps laid out in a circuit on the sandy floor of the ménage. Then her attention was distracted by the spanking as Sir Harry laid on with a will, cracking his hard palm across both of her buttocks and sending flashes of dark red pain spiralling into her soul. Her breath rushed in and out of her mouth, beaten out of her by the hand then snatched back in between spanks while her body seemed to grow hotter and hotter. The sting suffused her senses and threatened to become too much to bear but then he stopped and his hand slithered between her pale thighs and she gasped as it rubbed along her wetness, teasing her labia into excitement.

"You are right as usual, Tara. This little filly loves being smacked. You have discovered a pearl once again. Such a shame that she is not ready to be broken in fully or I would definitely have loved sliding my cock up into her and playing the stallion."

"Another time perhaps, Sir Harry? Unless you choose one of my other fillies and enjoy them so much that you decide one will suit you as your wife? I think it is time to try her out over the jumps now!"

A few moments later and Emilia stood nervously on the starting line facing the series of jumps ahead which were arranged in a large circle. Each was slightly bigger than the previous one and the final fence was at least three foot high and looked insurmountable to Emilia.

"Ten fences and one minute to clear them all," announced Sir Harry, taking his gold half-hunter out of his pocket and squinting at the second hand. "Your time starts... now!"

Emilia sprinted off, trying to forget about the swaying tail of the butt plug as it shifted in her tight anal hole. The first two fences were only about a foot high and Emilia cleared them easily, hardly breaking stride. She raced on towards the third which was higher and jumped that although she took slightly longer. The fourth was over two foot high and she jumped it well before turning sharply, sweat beading her brow, and heading for the fifth. She cleared that too and the sixth and seventh but then came the first of the high fences at nearly three foot or so and Emilia baulked, coming to a dead stop with her hands outstretched against the top rail. She started to move backwards in order to get another run up and change her stride pattern but then a fearsome sting erupted in her bottom cheeks and she squealed, head snapping round to see the whip being wielded by Sir Harry. Arse stinging as if it had been attacked by a hive of bees, Emilia ran back towards the fence and cleared it just, feet skimming the bar. The penultimate fence loomed ahead and she screamed as, just before it, the whip cracked again and pain blossomed in her buttocks. It made her jump higher though and she got over it fairly easily and raced towards the last fence which was definitely over three foot high.

Emilia slowed down tentatively as she eyed the height but the whip struck twice in quick succession and she made a valiant attempt to clear the rail but just caught it with her front foot. Toppling over it and falling flat on her face in the sand, she was vaguely aware of the bar striking the ground just behind her before she forced herself up on her feet and staggered across the finishing line where Sir Harry and Miss Tara stood waiting.

"Under the minute..."the gentleman announced after looking at his watch.

"But not a clear round," added Miss Tara, "which means four faults and therefore four strokes of the whip. Go and put the rail back up on the fence and then lean over it, girl!"

With a heavy heart, Emilia did as she had been told, replacing the rail with some effort as it was quite cumbersome then leaning over and waiting, bottom cheeks shaking as she waited for the pain to flood into her once more. Her fingers clenched tightly around the rail as she heard footsteps in the soft sand and her knuckles whitened then she screamed as the whip lashed across the back of her thighs, marking the paleness instantly. Tears spilt from her eyes and splashed down into the sand and she heaved in a breath and tried to control the raging torrent of pain that flowed through her flesh.

"Count the strokes for Sir Harry!" snapped Miss Tara from somewhere behind Emilia.

"One, sir," Emilia groaned out, tensing her bottom cheeks in readiness. The whip hissed through the air once more and cut into her thighs again, leaving a vivid line of red emblazoned on the pure whiteness.

"Two, sir," stuttered out Emilia, pain radiating through every nerve ending.

"Turn round, girl, and face us," ordered Sir Harry suddenly and Emilia complied instantly, blushing furiously as she caught their eyes feasting on her naked body.

"Loop your arms back over the bar behind you," instructed Miss Tara and Emilia slipped them into place then started to breathe faster as Sir Harry flexed the whip once more. It flicked out abruptly and traced a line of fire across her breasts and she cried out at the unexpectedness as well as the pain that seethed through her senses.

"Three, sir," she stammered into the silence and then she screamed even harder as the whip struck across the front of her thighs, leaving a thick welt of red as Emilia forced herself to count out the number four.

"Kneel and open your mouth wide!" commanded Miss Tara and Emilia slipped down onto her knees, body shaking as the pain continued to course through her. Sir Harry walked slowly towards her, hands tugging at his fly buttons and then he fed his erect cock into her waiting mouth, slithering it between her lips and filling her nostrils with his masculine scent.

"Which one of the others would you like once this little filly has pleased you enough with her mouth, Sir Harry?" inquired Miss Tara, stroking Emilia's copper curls gently as the man thrust his thickness in and out repeatedly.

"The blonde one, Tara, please."

"I will get her ready for you then," remarked Miss Tara, striding away to where the other two girls stood, still blindfolded, whilst Rebecca watched over them, smiling slightly as she watched Emilia being used for the man's pleasure.

Tara took Molly over to one of the lower jumps and pushed her down over the top rail, making her splay out her arms and legs to support herself. Her pony tail waved attractively as Tara toyed with the butt plug, making Molly groan as she stared helplessly into the blackness of the blindfold. Molly's breathing quickened and her pulse raced as she wondered what was going to happen next while her bottom cheeks still smarted from the spanking she had received from Sir Harry earlier. She could hear slight noises from her right and she turned her head that way but could see nothing at all as Sir Harry finished using Emilia's mouth and approached the vulnerable figure of the young girl spread out over the fence rail. He gripped her hips tightly and she jerked at the shock of being touched then her mouth opened wide and she squealed out in disbelief as his huge knob pushed straight up into her wetness.

"Tight and hot!" he grunted as he rammed his cock in as far as he could, feeling her spongy walls grip and clench on his long shaft.

Molly groaned and hissed as the thick prick spread her soft innards wide while Emilia watched on in awed fascination. She had seen mares covered by stallions before but this was just special to observe and she shivered as she realised that she wanted to be Molly. The thought of being bent over the bar and then ravaged by the man's stiff cock made Emilia feel excited beyond measure and her already wet pussy seemed to liquefy in response. The sweet sounds of cock thrusting in and out of the squelchy softness echoed round the arena along with the grunting gasps of Sir Harry and the higher pitched mewlings of Molly as she edged ever closer to nirvana.

Tara watched everybody, even Lydia who was still blindfolded and standing to attention a few yards away. The girl's tongue occasionally flickered across her lips and Tara knew that she was turned on by the sounds whilst Rebecca was staring avidly at the scene. Tara suspected that she was thinking of using a dildo in the same manner, driving it in hard and fast until the girl she was toying with begged to be allowed to come. Emilia was rapt; her attention fully focused on the scene and her mistress suspected that she wanted to be in Molly's place. A high-pitched wail from Molly coincided with strained grunts from Sir Harry and Tara watched shudders run down the man's frame and knew that he had come.

He leant on Molly's slim figure for a moment or two before straightening up and then tucking his rapidly-diminishing cock back into his trousers and doing his fly buttons up as he stepped away.

"Excellent, my dear Tara. A tribute to your training, I think."

"Thank you, kind sir! Emilia, go and clean Molly up... with your tongue, girl!" snapped Tara as the girl looked around for a bucket of water with puzzlement written all over her pretty face.

"Rebecca, make sure that she does a good job while I go and talk to Sir Harry. Perhaps some brandy?" Tara inquired thoughtfully as she took the man's arm and led him towards the door, knowing that his mind was already made up and that he would be asking her how much it would cost to be allowed to have Molly as his submissive wife. Her guardian, an irascible old general, was only concerned with marrying her off quickly so that he could continue to fund his drinking habits. Sir Harry, though, would be good for the girl, Tara knew. She had checked carefully into his background and found that he was financially stable and, although he wasn't in the first flush of youth, he would be able to give the girl what she needed... discipline when she was badly behaved and a regular shafting too!

As the door shut behind the pair, Emilia was being dragged closer to Molly by Rebecca's pinching finger on her ear.

"Get your tongue cleaning her up as Miss Tara ordered or I will add to those lovely whip marks, girl!" snapped Rebecca, cruelly sliding her other hand down and feeling Emilia's welted arse cheeks. Crying with shame, Emilia found her face pushed in between Molly's spread thighs and she watched for a moment in wonder as a dribble of white trickled out of the girl's spread labia and slithered down her thigh. She swallowed hard and then eased out her tongue, teasing it up into the soft folds and lapping away like a cat which had got the cream. Which she got as more and more of Sir Harry's spunk coated her tongue. Emilia lost all her inhibitions as pleasure filled her and her clit tingled delightfully as her tongue kissed and caressed the puffy pink pussy lips above her kneeling figure.

Molly sighed with pleasure as she felt the sweet kisses and licks along the length of her labia. Her tight pussy ached from the relentless pounding that Sir Harry's cock had inflicted but it was a pleasant and delightful ache as was the one in her swollen and throbbing nub. Each flicker of Emilia's tongue added to that ache and soon Molly was sighing out loud in delight and wriggling gently as she grew ever closer to coming once more.

"Stop licking her!" ordered Rebecca abruptly, reading the signs skilfully. "Molly, beg me to be allowed to come!"

Molly surrendered instantly, wanting to come so much that it drowned out the shame of begging. She asked brokenly and then agreed when Rebecca informed her that she would only be allowed to come if she took six strokes of the whip afterwards. Emilia swallowed hard at the thought then resumed caressing the swollen bud when told to by Rebecca. It only took another minute or so before Molly toppled over the edge and squealed out in ecstasy as delightful ripples rushed through her senses and exploded in her brain. Little spurts of love dew dribble down out of her puffy folds and Emilia licked them up, relishing the sweet taste of the girl's pleasure.

That night, before Rebecca came in, the girls showed off their marks to each other, Molly taking pride in the six livid strokes across her skin.

"So is he going to have you, Molly?" inquired Lydia thoughtfully.

"Perhaps. It will be up to the general, I suppose and Miss Tara."

"What about what you want?" inquired Emilia.

"That doesn't come into it, Emilia. Women, unless you are independent and strong like Miss Tara, don't get any say in things, do they? When we get married, we become the property of our husbands and they can do with us as they will. In some ways, we are fortunate because we relish that as we are all submissives. Can you imagine being like Rebecca and having to put up with what your husband wants of you?"

"She would refuse and then he would beat her or just tie her down and take her anyway!" added Lydia.

"Which is why Miss Tara has found her a potential husband who is submissive. Rebecca mentioned to me last week that she has already enjoyed tying him down and then using a dildo in his bottom while spanking him. Said that his cock soon grew erect then and spurted all over the floor before she made him lick it all up!"

"So do you like Sir Harry?" asked Emilia.

"He could be far worse, Emilia! Yes, he is a lot older but he still has his own hair and teeth, he's rich and his cock is still nice and hard!"

"Molly!" gasped Emilia, scandalised by her flippancy.

"What else matters? I will be in charge of his household, able to buy myself what I wish and in return all I have to do is let him spank me, cane me and use me however he wishes! Seems like a good bargain to me!" responded Molly with a wink as Rebecca opened the door and slipped inside. Instantly, the three other girls went quiet, lay down on their thin mattresses and waited to see which of them would be picked to serve the prefect with their tongue. It was Lydia and she soon found herself lying underneath the prefect and licking her tight anal bud while the girl toyed idly with her clit until she finally came.