The Stables

Chapter Eight

It was several days later that Emilia experienced her first horse ride. She had been constantly tormented by Miss Tara and Rebecca beforehand; spanked until her bottom cheeks positively glowed, caressed intimately but not allowed to come and made to drink down copious amounts of her mistress' amber nectar. During the nights, her hands had been cuffed so that she could not play with herself after Rebecca had caught her during the darkness, gasping out her delight as her fingers had frigged her pussy hard and fast. The punishment had been severe; a dozen strokes of the whip after a hard spanking and two hours spent milking the artificial cock whilst strapped down on the hay bale in the stable. Having a sore bottom as well as an aching jaw had been bad enough but Emilia had also suffered from the swollen clitoris that had throbbed irritatingly between her legs throughout the night as she had tried to snatch some sleep.

After milking one of the stiff cocks poking through the wooden board in the morning, Emilia was taken by Miss Tara into the stall with the model of a horse in it and ordered to face it whilst her mistress commented on the fine workmanship and the intricacies of the clockwork movement inside that kept it rocking back and forth slowly but surely. During the explanation, Emilia's eyes were focused on the leather saddle and the twin protuberances fitted into it. She swallowed hard as she realised what they were for and her bottom hole twinged in anticipatory protest at the thought of the dildo sliding deep into her darkness.

"Up you get, girl," ordered Miss Tara and Emilia swung her leg up and over the back of the beast, swaying forward as it rocked beneath her weight gently. While Emilia clung to the neck, Miss Tara oiled the twin dildos carefully then commanded Emilia to shuffle backwards right onto the saddle. Stifling a sob of shame, Emilia complied, body shaking a little as she felt the first dildo poke up against her soft folds. The large head stretched her labia wide as it started to push into her tightness and then the second dildo pushed up against the tiny whorl of her anus as her mistress snapped at her to put her hands behind her back. There they were cuffed together and, unable to use them to support her weight, Emilia felt herself sink down inexorably on to the two greasy poles as Miss Tara set the clockwork machinery into motion.

"It takes about an hour before the horse stops moving, Emilia," she murmured, patting the quivering girl's thigh gently. "Do enjoy yourself!"

The stable door banged shut behind her and Emilia was left to endure the constant movements of the thick dildo in and out of her pussy and anus as the horse rocked back and forth. At first, it was pure discomfort and pain as the twin cocks stretched her tight tubes and slithered ever deeper but, after a few minutes, pleasure seeped into her soul at the subtle sensations. Her clit began to tingle and throb with each movement of the thickest dildo in and out of her stretched slit and heat built in her flesh, sending a flush of red through her pale skin. Even the cock driving into her dark hole became pleasurable for some reason and she began to moan with delight. Her cries intensified with the feelings that ran through her skin and up into her mind and she suddenly came, spurting a shower of love dew over the leather saddle. A few minutes later and she came again under the pressure of the repetitive movement of the horse and her little cries soon became squeals and screams of delight mixed with despair as she could not stop her body responding to the machine. Her tiny bud bubbled like lava with heat and constantly exploded into action as the dildos relentlessly slithered in and out, remorselessly plundering her body even as the strength left her and she could only slump down fully on them and accept every last inch into her stretched orifices.

Miss Tara had to help the exhausted girl down off the horse when she returned an hour later just as the machine stopped moving. Supporting her body, she led Emilia back to her tiny room and left her there on her mattress to sleep after kissing her tenderly. It seemed to take forever before Emilia drifted off though as her clit ached with desire and felt as if it was several times its normal size whilst her insides felt incredibly sore. How many times had she come? Emilia shook her head slightly as she realised that she had lost count after five. Would it be the same with a man inside her? She slipped into sleep, imagining a pulsating prick remaining ever hard, driving constantly into her softness and soon she was whimpering in the grip of an imaginary orgasm.

Chapter Nine

A few days later, the noise of a carriage clattering into the yard disturbed Tara and she looked up from the letter she had been reading. It was from Molly's guardian agreeing that she should marry Sir Harry and a smile had crossed Tara's face when she had read it as she had realised that the commission payment from both men would enable her to keep her business running for another few months at least. Sir Harry had promised to be very generous in return for being recommended as suitable marriage material for the beautiful young girl and Tara looked forward to attending the wedding. Emilia also had the potential to attract a rich suitor and Tara was delighted to have received a telegram from one wealthy gentleman of longstanding acquaintance saying that he would be arriving the next day and was keen for his son and heir to test her out.

"It is Lady Davenport, Miss Tara," announced the parlour maid, curtseying gracefully.

"Send her in, Fanny, and go and tell the cook to make tea please."

Tara rose from her chair and walked over to the door as Rowena Davenport, Emilia's aunt, came in, green eyes sparkling with suppressed excitement. Tara regarded her fondly, smiling inwardly as she remembered how easy it had been to know what Rowena had been enjoying when they had both been younger. Much like her niece, she had delighted in being tormented and teased to the point of agony before being made to beg for her release. Those almost luminous green eyes gave away her thoughts instantly, mused Tara as she accepted Rowena's delicate kisses before telling her to sit down then observing her sternly as she stated, "I believe that you are early if you have come to see your niece. It is another week or so before her time is up and you can see what progress she has made although I have already lined up some candidates for her hand from my little black book!"

"I came to tell you something exciting, Tara," gabbled Rowena, words spilling out of her mouth.

"Miss Tara!"

"I am sorry, Miss Tara. I just got carried away," apologised Rowena.

"That will cost you six strokes on that pretty bottom of yours, Rowena. Now continue with what you were saying!"

Rowena, swallowing hard at the thought of her arse being striped, tried to get herself under control. She managed to order her thoughts, slowing her words down as she announced proudly, "I am down here because I am buying a house nearby, Miss Tara. The old manor house just up the lane in fact. I saw it for sale when I was here last time and I instantly thought how terrific it would be to be near you..."

Rowena's face paled and her words tailed off as she looked up and saw the set expression on Tara's face. Had she done the wrong thing? Was Tara angry with her? Then relief flooded through her as the tall woman sat down opposite and told Rowena to tell her everything.

"James has agreed as he can then spend more time in London with his mistress, the one he thinks I don't know about! He will come down sometimes at weekends or during the summer but otherwise I will be free to do what I wish. I thought that you might need some help..."

"Here? At the Stables? I am sure that I can find you a place, Rowena... even if it is crouched at my feet with a collar round your neck just as an example to the young ones!" remarked Tara, smiling as she saw the look of delight kindle in the woman's eyes.

"Thank you so much, Miss Tara!" stammered out Rowena, throwing herself out of the chair and crawling across to the other woman's booted feet.

"You may now demonstrate your suitability for a position by kissing my boots all over, Rowena, before I award you those half a dozen strokes of the cane!"

Rowena was still busy kissing and licking away fervently when Fanny entered with the tea tray. The maid, all too aware of her employer's proclivities as her own bottom regularly received a warming dose of the cane, strap or crop, sympathised when Tara informed her that the cane was needed and, after setting the tray down carefully on an occasional table, she went to fetch it, buttocks twingeing in painful memory of when she had been beaten a week ago.

"Thank you, Fanny," stated Tara coolly as the maid offered her the cane and she took it and leant it against her chair where Rowena could see it. "You may go, Fanny, as I shall pour the tea for Lady Davenport."

The door closed behind the maid and Rowena, face flaming red with embarrassment, was permitted to stop kissing her mistress' boots and try to make polite conversation with Tara despite the looming presence of the cane.

"So when will you move in?" asked Tara as she lifted the silver teapot and poured out a steaming brew into the bone china cup.

"Within the month, I hope, Miss Tara."

"Excellent news indeed, Rowena. Now display your breasts to me while we drink. I want to see those lovely nipples peeping at me!"

Flushing again, Rowena perched her cup on the table by her chair and fumbled open her blouse then unfastened her bodice to reveal the white mounds of flesh beneath. It felt unreal to be sitting on a chair with her breasts on display whilst drinking tea and conversing as if she was at a tea party with her friends but it was strangely exciting and she shivered as she realised that she would soon be able to see Tara every day and suffer at her skilled hands.

An hour later and walking with the strained gait of someone whose bottom cheeks bore the livid marks of the cane emblazoned upon them, Rowena accompanied Tara to visit her niece. Not that Emilia knew that she was being visited as she was strapped down over a hay bale in one of the stalls of the stables, a blindfold secured round her head and ear plugs fixed in place too. Her pert bottom cheeks were a rich dusky pink and little trails of clear love juice glistened on her inner thighs and pink pussy petals.

"Every so often, Rowena, either myself or Rebecca come in and spank Emilia then we play with her delicious tight pussy until she is so near to coming before we stop. She is so like you because she is willing to beg each time and promise us anything if she can climax. Look, even now you can see her wriggling her thighs against the itchy hay in a futile attempt to come!"

Rowena watched her niece moving and she remembered her own reaction so many years before when she too had been denied pleasure. It had been so horrible to be teased up to the brink time and time again and then refused the ultimate delight even when she had begged and pleaded. Only when Tara had been ready and satisfied that Rowena had learnt the lesson that it was utterly up to her master or mistress had she been allowed to come. Then it had been so intense that she had nearly passed out and she shivered at the memory, wondering how Emilia would cope when she was permitted to orgasm.

"Kneel for me and lick me, Rowena, while I spank your niece's pretty bottom again!" snapped Tara commandingly and Rowena followed her mistress' orders, pushing her head up inside the woman's long skirt and finding her pussy lips already moist with want. Lost in the darkness, she licked and sucked whilst the sharp sounds of smacks trickled through the material to her ears.

Tara spent several minutes reddening Emilia's arse cheeks, concentrating on each one in turn until they were glowing. Then she traced her fingers down the exposed anal cleft and into the softness of the girl's slit and found that she was dripping wet. Rubbing her fingers along the puffy labia and onto the swollen bud of Emilia's clit, Tara soon had the girl crying out for relief, her voice breaking as she begged to be allowed to come. Excitement flowed through Tara at the power she had while her own clit pulsed with desire and she dribbled her own sweetness down into Rowena's mouth as the woman's agile tongue licked along the length of her pussy then twirled inside her. Pleasure soon overwhelmed her and she cried out in delight as the delicious ripples of lust flooded through her body.

Emilia, bound, gagged and deaf to the world, was only conscious of the fingers drifting away from her aching bud, leaving her on the edge of ecstasy, and she wept bitter salt tears into the straw as she wondered how long it would be before she was permitted to climax. Pain flowed back into her body as Tara began to smack the back of her thighs, swiftly reddening the creamy skin whilst Rowena, mouth dripping with love juice, stood by and watched her niece get punished, wishing deep down that it was herself.

"We shall return in a couple of hours and then possibly allow her to have some pleasure, Rowena. In the meantime, you can come with me and we will discuss what your tasks will be when you have moved down here and are available to serve your mistress! By the way, are you travelling home today?"

"No, Miss Tara. I have booked a room at the local inn," answered Rowena.

"Then you will cancel it and stay with me. Your coachman can go to the inn and then come back for you tomorrow afternoon," declared Tara and Rowena bowed her head submissively, excitement blossoming as she thought about spending a whole night with her old friend and tormentor.

At just after eight in the evening, Emilia, watched by Tara and Rowena, exploded into ecstasy. Licked fervently by Molly, arse cheeks bearing the vivid marks of a dozen crisp cane strokes and body exhausted by her long ordeal, the girl screamed out her desire into the straw. Her body wriggled madly against the restraints as pleasure took over her soul and Molly's face was soaked by the spurts of sweet juice that fountained out of Emilia's spasming pussy. Mind tormented by lust, Emilia sobbed her heart out as further floods of pleasure rushed through her senses until exhaustion overcame her and she sank down slowly into sleep, body twitching as the last ripples of delight slithered through her nerve endings.