Named and Shamed (22 page)

There was a click as the ratchet of the stock was released, and Mr A grabbed a small handful of hair from Jenny's short mop and pulled her head backwards. She stared into his dark eyes and shivered. 'I suppose you'd better go and get some beauty sleep. We want to make sure you're looking your best for tomorrow's performance, don't we? Are you going to be a good pony and dance for all the nice boys and girls when you're on stage tomorrow, Petal?' His grip tightened in her hair as she tried to shake her head. He pushed her face roughly back down into the trough and smeared it around the mashed mess. 'Oh, I think you will be.'

Yanking her sharply upright he refastened her bit and bridle, pulled her off the waist bar and dragged her to the post outside. In a matter of seconds she was securely tied. 'Someone will come for you shortly, if you're lucky.'

Although Petal was unaware of it, Kyle had his eyes trained on her naked figure. They were drinking in the delightful image she presented, pink and flushed from the washing she had just received. Leaning against the side of a flint outbuilding and casually chewing a blade of grass, he watched as Mr A left a departing smack on her backside. He couldn't help but laugh as he saw her hooves begin to stomp in frustration. It was clear she had needs that were not being met. Too bad, he thought, knowing she would be all the more ripe for his taking tomorrow. Come rain or shine, it was going to be a glorious day.

There was a reason behind his surveillance, although he had to admit that it was fun to observe her clomping about and struggling with her tack. Watching her try to free her hands from the stout leather arm-binder was particularly entertaining, but he didn't let himself become too absorbed in her. He was on the lookout for her groom. When he finally spotted Daniel, who had been running errands by the looks of the highly polished saddle weighing down his arms, he had the perfect excuse to intercept him.

'Hello, Daniel.' Kyle released one of his disarming smiles and gave him a look of sympathy that was almost genuine. 'HQ keeping you busy?'

'Yes, Sir. I'm to take this saddle to the grooming room for tomorrow's preparations and then stable Petal for the evening. I'm already late so I'd better run, if you will excuse me, Sir.' Daniel made to turn around and dart off towards the main building.

'Tell you what; I'll stable your pony for the evening. I could do with a walk.' Kyle winked at him.

'That's very kind of you, Sir, but I should really...' Daniel might as well not have opened his mouth because Kyle spoke loudly over him.

'I insist. We all muck in together around here, Daniel. I'll make sure she goes directly to her sleeping quarters. Scout's honour.'

By the looks of the salute he gave him, it was clear Kyle Levison had never been a boy scout. Daniel was not happy handing over Petal's reins as Kyle's reputation was well known throughout Albrecht, but it was clear that in this instance he had no choice. Kyle outranked him. 'Well if you insist, Sir, thank you kindly.' Daniel gestured behind him. 'She's waiting just outside the feeding barn, tethered to the hitching post.'

Kyle smiled. 'I'm on it. Good luck for tomorrow.'

'Thank you, Sir.' Daniel hoisted the saddle to waist height and took a much more sedate pace back to the grooming room. He could only hope and pray that Kyle kept to his word and kept his hands to himself.

He should know better, the night before an auction, but Levison could never be relied upon to follow orders.

Kyle didn't hurry towards Miss Redcliff. He wanted Daniel out of the way first, so he took a slow meander towards the stomping pony and toyed with a small black rubber ball in his left pocket. Pulling it out to play catch with it, he admired the design. It was a two inch wide ball-gag, with an adjustable leather strap. There was nothing remarkable in that, but what was unique in its design was the half inch hole drilled through its centre. Whilst strictly speaking it wasn't best practise to let a pony sleep in a ball-gag, the centre hole made suffocating a whole lot less likely and still enabled her to get water if she was smart enough to thread the water tube through it.

In all honesty, he didn't care whether she went thirsty or not. What he cared about was late night pony pillow talk, and he wanted to reduce the risk that she'd start a conversation and overhear something uncomplimentary about him, before the auction started tomorrow. With the ball-gag and the fast-acting sleeping tablet he had in his pocket, she wasn't going to be a great deal of fun this evening. But on the plus side, she'd be none the wiser for tomorrow's auction, either.

He approached her silently and from the rear. It was important that she didn't see his face. When he was within touching distance he grabbed her reins and pulled the back of her head flat to his chest. There was a faint smell of lye in the air, but little else, indicating that she had just been thoroughly washed. Too bad he didn't have time to use the nubile body before him, but he'd get plenty of opportunity for that later. The temptation to use her rippled through his gut and his eyes attacked her pert ass cheeks, but time was of the essence. He did not want to be caught at his game. Daniel, he could control. Anyone above the status of groom would be a different matter.

Unhitching her reins he pushed her body in front of his roughly, and holding her at arms' length he marched her forward, his finger locking inside one of the D-rings on her collar. When she made to turn around and look at him he pulled sharply on the D-ring, dragging the leather collar against her windpipe until she made a choked gurgling sound.

'Eyes front and march quickly, or I'll be doing that again and this time it'll hurt.' Her brief struggle ended and no further encouragement was needed.

When they reached the stable door he released her bridle and bit quickly, and before she could close her mouth threw in the sleeping tablet. With one hand thrusting her jaw upwards to prevent her spitting it out and the other pinching her nostrils together he said, 'If you want your air supply back you'd better swallow.' When he felt her Adam's apple move he released the grip on her nose and, squeezing her jaw open with his right hand, forced the black rubber ball inside her mouth, aligning the hole in front. It took mere seconds to fasten it tightly around the back of her head. Deftly removing the ties of her arm-binder, he let it slide to the ground and then removed her collar and nipple clamps, enjoying her sharp gasp. He would have loved to watch those eyes fill with pain, but that was denied to him, for today at least. Still, it would be all the more enjoyable when he was able to make up for lost time tomorrow.

Keeping her close to him, so she could not turn around, he opened the door with one hand and thrust her body forward with his booted foot in the small of her back. As she pitched forward into the soft straw he slammed the barn door shut with a huge smile on his face. His game plan was right on track.

Auctioned

'Do you want some pointers for tomorrow, hunny?'

Beauty had spoken, but Jenny had difficulty focusing on her face. Her words rushed together in a torrent and twisted themselves around and upside down. It appeared not to matter, because Beauty continued to babble incoherently.

'If Matthews bids for you and we think he will, run to the guy. He's one of the fairest trainers in Albrecht. Whatever you do, don't go for the crazy old bat Lyle. He's nuttier than an almond. Levison's another one you want to watch, because that "S" in his surname stands for sadist, so you'll want to look beyond the pretty...' Beauty's voice stopped abruptly. There was little point continuing, for Petal was fast asleep.

When the piercing alarm sounded Jenny tried to add her groans to that of all the others. The damn ball-gag stifled most of the sound and her mouth was sandpaper dry. At least she had slept soundly. Her body must have been exhausted after yesterday's exertions, because as soon as she hit the straw she'd sunk into a deep sleep devoid of even the tiniest flicker of a dream.

Her first thought, as she hauled herself upwards, was one of despair. There had been no rescue attempt and though this was only her third day in captivity, each day that passed would mean the possibility would be less and less likely. She had no idea what her father was doing, but he certainly wasn't doing it quickly enough. As she marched out of her sleeping quarters and blinding light hit the back of her retinas, turning her eyes into tiny slits, she could only hope today would be the day. She wasn't particularly keen to sample her forthcoming punishments or start 'working' with her trainer.

'You need to keep those knees high.' Daniel's voice made Jenny jump and her eyes narrow further. His eyes lingered on her mouth and he frowned.

She wanted to stamp, scream, shout and vocally let out all of her woes for the past two days. Would have, too, had her mouth not been plugged with a rubber ball. Her jaw was screaming in agony from having worn the damn thing all night. She hoped someone would remove it quickly. If it was there to ensure that she didn't talk out of turn today, the tactic had worked, because there was no way she wanted to spend another night with the bedfellow. Bottling her sentiment for a more opportune moment, the effort almost choked her. Little did she know it would bubble in her throat, threatening to explode many times during the next few hours at the kind of provocation she was about to experience.

This morning, instead of entering the main barn with the line of metal stocks, the new ponies were marched in single file towards the dreaded concrete corridor. Any time one of them scuffed a hoof or stumbled, they were rewarded with a sharp smack to their behind. After four or five slaps Jenny found herself concentrating intently on the dull floor below. When they finally entered the most innocuous room that Albrecht Stables could be bothered to name, she breathed a sigh of relief. What harm could happen to a pony in the Grooming Room?

Each pony was forced to their knees as they crossed the door's threshold and entered the straw-filled room. Bridle and bit, gags and any other facial webbing was removed before the ponies were ushered forward. There were several stone troughs awaiting them and thin wisps of steam could be seen escaping from above. Each pony's head was angled down in the goo, and Jenny's was no exception. The porridge was exactly the same as yesterday, and even though her nose sneered at the thought of eating it again; the idea of being even hungrier than she was already made her dive in and eat with enthusiasm. Gone were the delightful mid-morning brunches with linen napkins, steaming hot Arabica coffee and freshly baked croissants. In their place she had mush.

Before she had a chance to really get into the swing of moaning, Daniel's hands began to soap her body. It came as a surprise. Not because he was washing her - she had already come to expect she'd be washed several times a day - but because the soap he was using was soft and scented. As the silky lather floated across her skin she let his talented fingers do their worst. He had her writhing in less than a minute.

'You get the good stuff for the auction,' said Daniel, and the tone of his voice indicated that he still hadn't forgiven her. 'You need to smell nice and look pretty. It's a special day and we need to attract the best trainer we can find. I'm hoping Matthews is still interested in us after yesterday's fiasco. If he is, it'll be a miracle. If not, I hear Sir Lyle has taken an interest in you and I guess he's your next best bet.'

Whilst the soap was delicate and soft, the fingers soaping her were much rougher in their attentions than they had been yesterday, and far from finding this harsh treatment objectionable, instead she found herself breathless and squirming.

'Calm down, Pet. You'll get your spanking in a minute.'

Daniels words were not soothing. It was just as well her appetite disappeared as her arousal grew because after a few mouthfuls of oats the blows began. He did not use his hand to spank her ass cheeks, but rather a large rubber-fringed flogger that had a ferocious bite. Its sting was something to behold and yet she welcomed the fierce burn that flowed through her.

'There isn't a Dom alive who isn't turned on by bright red ass cheeks, and yours are going to be burning bright enough to light up the stage, Pet.'

Jenny wasn't listening. Her butt was wiggling and begging for more of the same. The flogger bit into her flesh, swished into her sex and set her body aflame. The groom knew just where to place his blows for maximum effect.

'Keep those legs wide open.'

Jenny did not have to be told twice. She welcomed the flogger as it came down and attacked her most sensitive flesh. She needed an orgasm, craved release, and the brutal blows would allow her one if they just kept coming long enough. Guilty pleasure was beginning to flood through her body.

'You're not getting any goodies before the main event, so there's no point in you wiggling that ass anywhere near me.'

Jenny howled in frustration as the flogger's blows stopped. A dandy brush took its place and began to take long swipes over her body, starting from her neck and working its way downwards. The thick bristles scratched her skin, but she was thankful for the almost painful distraction. Daniel left no area of her body unscathed apart from her face.

'We need you bright pink all over, in case you were wondering. You need to be sensitive to the slightest touch or attention the men or women in the audience may give you. It can make all the difference when attracting a potential trainer. They want a responsive pony - so give them a good show, Pretty Pink.'

Jenny wanted to gnash at his knuckles for his use of her new pony name, but knew it would do her little good. She was grumpy and fractious. She had needs and they weren't being fulfilled. If she was going to be signed up for this sex slave business, it would be rather nice if she could actually have sex at some point. Her fingers itched to deliver not one but several desperately needed orgasms to her pouting clit. It was feeling enormously sorry for itself.

Daniel must have read her thoughts because he chose that moment to begin refastening her arm-binder. He was brutally efficient and the task was completed in a minute, perhaps less, but it left Jenny with a body that was burning all over and pleading for release.