Suffering in Submission Pt. 06

Chapter Ten

Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.

"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"

"Yes, sir," answered Darren, as he fitted the ball gag back into Vespa's mouth.

"Let's get her used to having a tail too. Have we got anything suitable?"

"I think so. I'll just go and have a look in the storeroom, sir."

James squatted down and stared at Vespa from just a few inches away as he remarked, "You are going to have a tail fitted. I hope you will wag it when you see me again, puppy, or I might have to punish you again... add to those lovely marks on your pale skin."

Vespa stayed silent, tears welling in her dark green eyes at the thought of suffering yet another indignity at the hands of this sadistic man. He just laughed and stroked her, toying with her nipples as Darren walked back into the room.

"Take the belt off her first, Darren, as that will make it easier to fit her tail."

Vespa was relieved beyond measure when the belt was removed and the steel dildo slid out of her soaking slit. At least, those terrifying bolts of electricity would not rage through her quim any more, she thought as Darren set the metal cylinder on a shelf. Then he crouched down behind her as James ordered her to go on all fours once more and she squealed as the black man pushed a massive anal plug into her abraded anus. It slid into the greased aperture, stretching her wide before her rectal ring closed tightly around the narrower part. A fluffy tail made of some material that was very realistic stuck up out of the other end and James snapped at Vespa to wag it for him. She shook her bottom from side to side and he laughed loudly at the sight while Darren chuckled as he got back to his feet.

"A red tail to match her red hair, Darren. Perhaps she should be a little vixen rather than a puppy dog? I could hunt her through the woods..."

His voice tailed off and a cruel look came into his eyes that made Vespa shiver. What would he do when he caught her? She was left to think about that as he stood up and strode out, leaving Darren to put her back into her cage.

Once he had locked her in, he took Astrid out, removed her gag and then used her mouth for his pleasure. Vespa curled up but watched out of the corner of her eye, fascinated by the subtle meeting of black and white flesh as his huge prick slid in and out of the girl's soft lips as Darren gripped her blonde hair tightly. He pulled out suddenly and Vespa expected him to shower Astrid's pretty face with his come but instead he bent down and lifted her up then sank his cock straight up into her pussy, splitting her pink folds wide. The student groaned as she was opened up and then cried out as the black man began to bounce her up and down on his thickness, hands clasping her buttock cheeks while she wrapped her long, pale legs around his waist. Darren moved her back slightly and her bottom cheeks settled on the roof of Vespa's cage and she looked up and watched as his dark shaft drove powerfully in and out of the Swedish girl's spongy pink slit. Deep lunges followed after slow strokes and Astrid started to quiver, clit on fire. Guttural grunts came from Darren and then his seed spurted into Astrid, bubbling out around his shaft as he withdrew before plunging back in. More shot up into her clenching tunnel and then Astrid cried out in delight as her body shivered in the throes of orgasm. Vespa's eyes were fastened on the conjunction of the pair's bodies as the black cock pushed inexorably in and out of the squelchy folds until Darren suddenly withdrew. A rain of spunk dripped out of Astrid's quim and splashed down onto Vespa who jerked away abruptly but kept her eyes fixed on the white cream flowing out of the throbbing folds above her until Darren lifted Astrid down, popped her gag back in and then put her back in her cage.

When the man went, sliding the bolt into place on the door, Vespa tried to get the sliver of wood out of her mouth. She was grateful that Darren hadn't cuffed her as that meant that she could push the rubbery ball gag to one side while she slowly and carefully worked the wood chip out of the other. She could feel the inside of her mouth bleeding where the wood cut in but she ignored the pain and eventually spat the wood out into her palm, examining it carefully to see if her plan had a chance of succeeding. It did look about the right size and thickness but she wanted to make sure and for that she needed Astrid again, Unfortunately, the Swedish student was lying down with her head facing away, clearly ashamed by what had just happened and unwilling to face Vespa. Unable to speak, Vespa decided that she needed some other way of attracting the girl's attention. For a while, she tried to get Huian to help but the Chinese girl was sleeping apparently, huddled up in a ball of misery and so Vespa started to screw up parts of the newspaper in her cage, rolling the pieces into tight balls and aiming them at Astrid through the gaps in her cage.

Most missed their mark, bouncing off either the bars of her cage or Astrid's but finally a couple got through and struck the naked girl on the leg. Curious, Astrid turned round, blue eyes filled with tears, and looked at Vespa who beckoned her closer, miming that she wanted to examine her collar once again. Shuffling nearer, Astrid leaned as close as she could and Vespa stretched her fingers through the bars and looked at the steel circlet round her neck carefully. The joint was the weak spot, she decided, especially as the current had to flow across it so there had to be something that closed the circuit. Steel prongs or something similar had to move just a few millimetres or so to send the electricity flowing and out into their bodies. If that could be prevented then there would be a chance of escaping or so she thought hopefully.

Nodding her thanks to Astrid, Vespa turned away and settled back down, unwilling to let the girl see what she was going to do next in case she told Darren or James for some reason. Stockholm Syndrome would be only too appropriate for a Swedish girl, Vespa thought with sardonic amusement as she settled down into a corner of her cage and tried to work the tiny sliver of wood into the gap in her collar. It was delicate, painstaking work and Vespa found herself getting frustrated as she failed time and time again. Not being able to see the collar made it more difficult as she had to do everything by feel alone. Just when she was about to give up, she managed to lodge the edge into the joint and then she carefully pushed it further in until she felt the other end sticking out into her neck. Tugging it back a little, Vespa bent the wood back and forth until it snapped off, leaving half of it securely stuck in the joint then she slipped the spare piece under the newspaper and tried to rest, knowing that she was going to need all her strength and a lot of luck to get away.

Chapter Eleven

The three captives were fed and watered a few hours later and, after Darren had used Huian, shafting her hard in front of Astrid and Vespa, he took Vespa out, clipping a lead onto her collar and making her walk on all fours like a dog once more. Bottom cheeks jiggling from side to side, Vespa wondered if she should test out the efficacy of her plan to negate the effect of the collar but decided that it would be better to do so when the huge black man wasn't in charge. James, she knew, she could handle if she had the element of surprise but Darren would be a much harder nut to crack.

"Come on, girl, time to go to the loo," Darren remarked as he pulled her round the lawn and Vespa blushed, knowing that she wanted to as her bladder felt full. She was, however, understandably reluctant to do such a thing in front of another human being and it took her a few moments to force out her first spurts as she squatted, hips lowered and head high as if she was a bitch. Once the first droplets spilled out then it became easier and soon she was peeing prolifically, staining the green grass yellow with her offering.

"Good girl," stated Darren when she had finished and he patted her head just like James had earlier and for a moment, Vespa, to her shame, found herself responding to the praise. Was she going to get used to being treated like a pet dog?

It was hard to sleep that night as Vespa constantly thought about escape and what might happen if she didn't manage to. She shuddered as she thought about what James might do to her in the future. Being submissive was her nature and she enjoyed what that entailed but it did not mean that she was something to be owned and abused by a sadistic individual. Body aching and mind filled with dark thoughts, Vespa slept fitfully as the night dragged on.

The sound of the bolt sliding back woke Vespa from a doze though and she jerked her head up and watched through narrowed eyes as Darren came in the next morning. He dealt with Astrid first, giving her breakfast then allowing her to relieve herself in the potty before he moved onto Huian. Vespa was last in the queue and she could smell the sharp stench of the other girls' wee as she was pulled out of her cage and had the lead clipped back onto her steel collar once more. After going to the toilet, her anal plug being removed temporarily, and once again carrying her own solid waste back to the bin by the house before the hose was used once more, Vespa was surprised when Darren did not lead her back inside but tugged her round the side and into a stable block whose floor was lined with a pile of loose hay.

"The master is going to practise his hunting this morning so I hope you are full of running," he commented, tying her lead to a hook in the wall of one of the stalls. Vespa looked up at him in horror and he laughed, reading the fearful expression in her eyes before he added cruelly, "Once he has hunted you down, then comes the kill, doesn't it? Not much into foxhunting myself but I am sure it has its attractions when the vixen is as beautiful as you. I wonder if he will have his riding crop with him or a hunting whip instead?"

Vespa's eyes widened in fear and her throat went dry at the thought of being hunted down like an animal and then whipped. Her body was still striped all over by her recent beatings and she knew that she would not be able to take much more without breaking completely. Darren picked out something from a box on the floor and approached her, telling her to lift up one hand.

"Or paw perhaps I should say?" he remarked as he pushed on a glove and tied it firmly round her wrist with black bondage tape. As he did the same to the other hand and then used similar sock-like ones on her feet, Vespa turned the glove over and looked at the underside, realising that it had been designed to leave the perfect imprint of a fox's paw. As the glove was only slightly flexible, it made bending her hand and trying to use it to pick up items impossible and she frowned, knowing that not being able to use her hands would make escaping even more difficult.

When he had finished taping the gloves and socks on, Darren, after freeing her lead, ordered her to roll on her back and she did so, displaying her red pubic curls and pale breasts, still marked with the bruises from the riding crop from the previous day. Pulling his shorts off, Darren dropped down on top of her abruptly, crushing her into the hay in the stall.

"Pity not to have this hot pussy before you are hunted down. I am sure the master will enjoy it when he has captured you... or maybe he'll cut your brush off and then take you there again instead?"

Vespa squealed into her gag as his cock pushed apart her pink labial lips while his hands mauled her sore breasts, making her flinch as the bruised flesh reacted to his touch. Inexorably, his prick pushed her folds open and pierced her pussy, driving up into her spongy innards. The huge knob stretched her pussy wider then ever before and she felt filled to overflowing as he slid in and out of her wetness, shafting her hard and fast. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the stable as his groin smacked into her thighs, edging her backwards along the floor as he rammed into her. Her body reacted to her deep shame, pussy getting wetter and wetter as the sweet friction of his cock excited her. Her head slipped under the pile of hay and she found it covering her vision and getting tangled in her hair as she was driven ever further back until the cock inside her jetted out its load of spunk, shooting it deep into her slit. More and more cream spurted out into her pussy as Darren continued to thrust in for another minute or so before he withdrew his still leaking prick and let the dribbles of come seep down into her matted pubic curls. His fingers found her clit and rubbed it hard and she exploded, crying soundlessly into her ball gag as her body betrayed her. Her delicate bud rippled with desire and wave after wave of lust swept through her flesh and up into her brain as she lay on the hay-lined floor, teased and tormented by the man's fingers.

Darren abruptly stood up and got back into his shorts, brown eyes staring down at her abandoned nakedness.

"Get up and on all fours, Virginia, before the master gets here!" he snapped and wearily, pussy still vibrating with pleasure, she obeyed. It was several more minutes before the sound of booted feet rang out and an immaculately-dressed James walked into the stable yard and shouted, "Bring her out, Darren, so I can have a look at what I am hunting this morning!"

Darren tugged her out by her lead and James examined her carefully, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Nearly perfect, Darren. Have you got the mask?"

"Yes, sir," murmured Darren, delving back into the box and pulling out a fox mask.

"Tape it on securely then!"

Darren fixed the mask over Vespa's face then duct taped it into place, winding the tape several times round her head before he stepped back.

"Excellent work, Darren! Now the rules, my little vixen are... there are none! If you do not give me a good hunt though then when I catch you, I am going to be very displeased indeed. My schooling whip here is going to cut your pretty flesh into ribbons before I fuck you if I am not happy! Understand?"

Vespa nodded, fear flooding through her as she looked at the thin whip and thought about it caressing her body with pain.

"I will just check that her collar is working, I think," James went on, pulling the little black box out of his pocket. Vespa eyed his fingers fixedly, waiting to see when they moved then she waited a fraction of a second and reacted, jerking her arms and legs out and collapsing to the ground. To her relief, no bolt of agony passed through her neck and into the rest of her body and she sighed with delight, hiding her smirk in the hay, as she realised that the piece of wood was actually preventing the circuit being closed.

"Right, let the hunt begin then. You have a ten minute head start, vixen, so don't hang about because I am off to saddle up my horse! And don't think about heading into the house or round the front because Darren will be watching out for you there."

Vespa got up slowly, still acting as if she had just had a jolt of electricity passing through her body. She broke into a shambling trot much to the two men's amusement and headed out of the stable yard towards the lawn, remembering the distant glimpse of woodland she had seen earlier. Once she was out of sight, Vespa picked up the pace, pushing herself to the limit as she raced across the lawn. If only she could get into the trees then being on foot might be an advantage whereas James might be slowed down. Perhaps she could escape from him without needing to disable him in some way? Gritting her teeth as she suddenly got a stitch, she fought through the stabbing pain, knowing that just a couple of days on meagre rations and without much sleep had slowed her down considerably. The aches and pains in her muscles did not help and nor did the paw print socks that she had on her feet. They did not seem to have much grip at all or give much protection against sharp stones and twigs lying in the earth.

As Vespa ran, she kept a sharp eye out for anything that might help her evade James. No obvious hiding places sprang to mind apart from the trees up ahead but that seemed too obvious and she thought about veering away and trying to find somewhere else to run to. She decided against it and concentrated on breathing in as deeply and evenly as she could, striding forward across the lawn and then over a tiny brook before she found herself, after cresting a slight ridge, running over a ploughed field. The earth crumbled under her weight and she made slow progress and her heart bounded as she heard a hunting horn sound behind her. Had that really been ten minutes or was her master cheating? He would be the type to do so, she decided, as he would never like losing at anything. She shot a glance over her shoulder but couldn't see anything so she tried to relax, stretching out her stride as much as she could.

A distant shout of tally ho warned Vespa as she neared the trees and she turned and swallowed hard as she saw her pursuer ride into view across the field. She ducked into the welcoming embrace of the wood and slipped through the undergrowth, hearing the panting snorts of the horse as it thundered nearer and nearer. Panic flooded through her for a moment before she calmed herself down, breathing deeply as she flitted through the trees looking for a good hiding place. To her surprise, she soon came to the other side of the wood and disappointment seeped into her mind as she realised that it was more of a copse than a proper wood. She looked out over empty fields that seemed to stretch for miles and knew that if she tried to make it across them, she would be run down and caught easily.

Turning back, Vespa slid behind the trunk of a beech tree and waited, trying to still her breathing as she pricked her ears up. The gentle snapping of a twig nearby alerted her and she froze to the rough trunk of the tree. Had he got off his horse? She hoped so as it would make it much easier for her to get the better of him. A squirrel scurried by, racing up the trunk of the next tree and she jumped at the sudden movement. Her mouth felt as dry as dust as she peered round the tree and then she whirled round, sixth sense alerting her to danger as the horse trotted towards her, guided expertly through the undergrowth by a grinning James.

"I don't call that much of a challenge," he crowed as she ran, feet stumbling over the hard ground. Twigs crackled like firecrackers under her soles and her heart pounded like a bass drum. The edge of the wood approached and she suddenly found herself out in the open once more so she turned like an animal at bay and faced her pursuer.

"Such false hope those trees give, don't they, vixen? Next time, you will know better and perhaps last longer but today you have been a disappointment and I am going to stripe your body until you bleed!"

The whip flicked out and Vespa gasped as it wrapped itself round her bottom, cutting into the soft flesh. Pain flared instantly but she fought against it as she tried to work out what was the best thing to do. Should she capitulate and beg for mercy, waiting for a better chance, or stand her ground and fight? The thought of the whip excoriating her flesh decided her. If she waited then she might be in no fit state to attempt to escape. It had to be now!

Vespa turned her body slightly, trying to protect her bottom cheeks from the stinging whip as it lashed out once more. She let it wrap itself round her shoulders, hissing at the pain that shot into her senses. Timing was going to be vital and she wanted to lull James into a sense of false security so that meant accepting a few strokes before acting. The lash whipped across her thighs and cut deeply and she squealed into the gag as blood trickled out and ran down her leg.

"First blood, I think," he called out, sitting up on his horse, thinking that he was invulnerable as a smug smile crossed his face. Vespa suffered another half a dozen strokes and red stained her skin, leaking out down her chest from a cut across her breasts as she slowly allowed herself to sink lower and lower, acting as if she was terrified. The whip struck like a snake once more, slicing open her left buttock and then she turned as the next stroke whistled through the air and caught the thin lash between her gloved hands as best she could and then whirled round in a circle several times.

James shouted in surprise and anger as she immobilised his whip and then he had to let go of the end as she jerked on it with her whole body weight. Anger suffused his face, reddening his cheeks and he slowly swung off the back of his horse and pulled the remote control out of his pocket. He pressed the button and Vespa dropped to the ground, hands clawing at her neck as he laughed and strode closer to recover his whip.

"A good trick, little vixen, but you won't be repeating it. I think I am going to stripe you from neck to toe now for your audacity!" he barked out as he bent down to pick up the whip handle.

Vespa timed her move perfectly and, as he stooped, she brought up her foot and kicked him hard under the chin. Springing back to her feet as he stumbled backwards, she rushed in and kneed him in the groin, thoroughly enjoying the feeling as her hard kneecap met his soft balls. A shrill scream burst out of his mouth and he collapsed to the ground and she moved in and kicked him twice in the side of the head, drawing back her lips in a rictus grin of triumph as she watched his eyes roll up in his head. It was tempting to use the whip but she couldn't hold it properly and escape was far more important than personal satisfaction. She stomped on the remote control device which had tumbled from his hand and nodded with pleasure as it burst apart then, unable to tie him up due to the taped gloves on her hands, Vespa walked quietly up to the horse which was cropping contentedly at the grass, slid her right arm through the reins and headed off into the distance. Taking the horse would slow James down when he eventually came round and she might find a way of dragging herself onto its back if she could find a mounting block of some sort... a large stone or a fallen tree trunk perhaps? Somewhere she would find the end of the lands that James owned and even though she was naked and bloody, she would escape so that she could see him get his just desserts!