19. Fresh milk for breakfast. A romantic pony ride.
(Rabbit Island, by Aurelius c. 2002)
The Lodge's restaurant was in the midst of the buffet breakfast service when
Master Alex arrived. He was feeling great after having jessica suckling him
while she lay hogtied between his legs for the last couple of hours.
The morning-after-the-night-before displayed the usual assortment of highly
contented faces tucking into their breakfast. That was good news for Master Alex
as the guests had travelled a long way and a paid a lot of money to be there.
It's not often that you can be introduced to the source of the milk in your
coffee. But in the Rabbit Island restaurant, three of the milkmaids and Pedro,
the expert milkman, were on hand to give demonstrations and answer the
questions.
The milkmaids rachel, maria, and sonya were in their usual milking position:
Seated directly onto low polished wood platform with the ankles bound by a
single leather strap to form a tight triangle between the legs. Each had her
hands in cuffs secured to a post that rose up behind her. For the sake of the
demonstration Pedro was only working with one milkmaid at a time, so the milking
process could be demonstrated to the later arrivals.
Rachel, the tall blonde Texan, was being milked by Pedro's machine when Master
Alex wandered over. A steady flow of milk in the tubes was running from her
breasts to the glass receptacle that nestled against her sex. She had her usual
contented expression that she wears when being milked. Maria and sonya sat
nervously in their restraints, with their nipples still 'capped' by the security
devices. They knew their turn would come, and both were anxious that they might
not flow with the same ease as rachel always did. Maria feared how it would seem
if she could not produce her milk while the guests were watching. She felt
flushed with embarrassment and shame knowing that the onlookers saw her as
nothing more than a pair a milk-producing breasts. Of course they enjoyed her
sense of lowly humiliation and subjugation as much as the milk she produced.
As rachel was finishing her yield, Pedro started to prepare maria, while
explaining the process to an interested husband and wife. The wife was Emma, the
lady that had come to jessica's aid at the barbecue. Emma's husband was as tall
and handsome as a film star. They had a slave girl at home and were considering
turning her into a 'milker', hence their interest in the technicalities..
"On the island we have to protect our milkmaids from having their milk stolen,
so we fit these little gold plated caps onto their nipples." Pedro explained.
"As you can see there is a little wire that runs through the nipple and each
side of the cap. We twist the ends together and crimp on the little clip that
you see under the nipple. It's the same method as your utilities company uses to
check their meters are not tampered with. If we didn't protect the nipples, the
bunnies would drink each other's milk!"
He was absolutely right, because that was what happened before they started
using the nipple-capping solution.
"Doesn't the milk leak out of the piercing holes?", asked the fascinated Emma. A
very good question.
"No. The wire is very fine and doesn't pass through a milk ducts. If it did, I
would just allow the piercing to close naturally and make a new one."
"And how often do you milk them?"
"Here on the island we do it once a day in the mornings, but you could do it
more often or leave them unmilked for a few days. It's a bit like sex really."
He was surprised that he made Emma blush rather prettily. He couldn't tell that
beneath Emma's tight slacks she had been wearing an orgasm-denying chastity belt
for the last three weeks!
"I notice that their breasts are not too large. Do they get bigger over time? I
really don't want my slave to have big droopy tits." Emma's face pulled an
expression of mild disgust. "I want my slavegirl to have bigger tits but nothing
gross!"
"Don't worry Madame, it's all controlled by a hormone regime. By modifying the
doses you can gradually enlarge the milk glands of the breasts to the size you
want." Pedro reassured her with an air or authority. "We keep them at a normal
size here because the bunnies have to perform other duties besides milking. Your
slave girl's tits can be as productive and look as good as these if you follow
the regime correctly."
Pedro clipped the wire that was threaded through maria's nipple and handed Emma
the nipple cap to examine. It resembled a very small metal sombrero. He cleaned
off maria's nipples to ensure they were sterile and then set about attaching the
breast suction pumps to them. As soon as he started the little electric pump
maria felt the reassuring tug on her nipples as they were gripped and pulled by
the suction within the flange. After a little manual intervention from Pedro,
maria was happy to feel the milk flowing from her breasts. She was confused at
how she could feel so humiliated and yet feel a sense of pride about her
physical capability, which the women visitors secretly envied and men openly
lusted after.
Once Pedro had maria contentedly flowing, he unhooked rachel's milking equipment
and cleaned her up. He took the container of her fresh milk from between her
legs and poured out samples into little plastic cups. The handful of people in
his audience tasted and approved, although they found it warmer and richer that
they were used to. It tasted all the more sweeter knowing it came from such a
lovely milkmaid.
***
When Master Alex strolled outside into the morning sunshine after breakfast he
could see the front lawns busy with activity. All four ponygirl pairs were
giving rides to visitors along a five minute circular route through the grounds.
The visitors were delighted and surprised that they could be efficiently pulled
along by the ponygirls. Many of the guests might have dabbled with ponygirls at
their homes, but they usually had no idea of the strength and speed attainable
by fit, properly trained ponygirls.
Today the ponygirls were dressed to impress! Their normal robust-but-comfortable
working harnesses had been replaced by a tight leather waspy corset that laced
up the back so that little triangles of naked flesh could be seen between the
lacing. A thick leather belt emphasised the difference between the pony's narrow
waist and strong hips and thighs. They wore fishnet stockings which attached to
the corset with garters at the front and sides. A full height leather 'choker'
collar was also fitted. It was made of the same leather as the corset and laced
at the back in the same way. The combination of matching corset and collar was a
delightful look particularly when the ponygirl had a slim waist and neck.
The ponygirls were wearing their show-bridles today. The shiny patent-leather
black straps fitting neatly around the head would make any pony's face look
gorgeous particularly with their faces nicely made up to emphasize the ponygirls
expressive eyes and luscious red lips. This bridle held a proper steel bit
between the teeth although it was covered by a clear rubber tube to prevent the
metal damaging the teeth. Although the ponygirls didn't like the bit because it
dug into the sides of the lips, it was great for showing off their perfect white
teeth, and visitors loved to see the ponies fitted out in this manner.
On normal working days the ponygirls were required to plait their hair and pin
it at the top of the head so it was concealed beneath the head harness, but on a
show day each pony had a chance to show off her beauty with a long plaited braid
based at the top of her head which dangling down her back. A colourful silk
carnation was tied to the end of the braid which matched the two clipped onto
her nipple rings. It gave a colourful contrast to the black straps of the rest
of the harness and bridle. When the pony was trotting, the onlooker could see
the carnations jiggling around happily in response to her movements.
The final essential item for a pony on a show day was, of course, a tail: The
foot-long tail, made of real pony tail hair, was attached to the end of the butt
plug up the pony's anus. A narrow strap running from the front to the back of
the corset between her legs protected against an embarrassing expulsion of the
plug.
Master Alex noticed a pony pair standing harnessed to their trap with their
backs to him, and knew instantly it was Frank's ponies: debbie and linda. He
could see somebody standing in front of them and causing linda some distress.
Walking over to check that everything was in order he found Mistress Emma
standing talking to the ponygirls.
Emma was 'correctly' attired for riding with shiny black boots, beige jodhpurs,
a tight-fitting red jacket with a white silk turtle neck sweater beneath it. A
blonde plaited ponytail emerged from below her riding hat.
Mistress Emma had managed to agitate ponygirl linda into a state of some
arousal. Emma was a very pretty woman, thirty years of age, that had great
experience whilst retaining the looks of a cute teenage girl, and she knew how
to tease and arouse a bound slave (male or female) like no other Master Alex had
ever met.
"That's enough now Mistress Emma, you're driving the ponygirl crazy." Master
Alex noticed linda's limpid eyes pleading with him. "These are very sensitive
animals you know!"
Mistress Emma looked at him with her innocent expression. "Good morning Master
Alex. I was just being friendly to the ponies! By the way, you look very sexy
this morning Master Alex."
He was dressed in a dark green polo shirt with beige rider's breeches tucked
into his black boots which seemed to suit his lean frame perfectly. He
appreciated her compliment.
"Thank you, Emma. You're looking pretty good yourself." Master Alex had another
worry: "Have you seen Frank lately?"
Emma suddenly became more serious, and took him to one side several yards away
from the ponygirls.
"A woman wearing a leather suit come over to Frank just as he was about to take
me for a ride and she started asking him a lot of questions. I think she is
planning to make a bid for a pony at the auction today. Frank went away with her
to discuss things in private."
She started to whisper to Master Alex, making sure the ponies didn't hear her.
"I don't like that woman. Can you believe that she asked Frank if he had thought
of amputating a ponygirl's arms and removing teeth so the bridle bit fitted
better?"
"Oh, she's just fooling around", Alex explained with a laugh. "You don't really
think anybody could do such a thing?"
Master Alex knew the Madame Cavallo ran a stricter regime than on Rabbit Island
but she was an important member of their organisation. The woman had a growing
reputation. Growing in the sense of her increasing strictness with her
non-consensual slaves.
"Ok, Emma. Why don't you wait here with the ponygirls. I'll go and find Frank.
If he's busy I'll take you out with the ponies myself....And for god's sake
leave the ponies in peace while I'm gone!" Master Alex walked purposefully
towards a wooden picnic table when he expected to find Frank and Madame Cavallo.
"Yippee!" Emma said excitedly to herself. It looked like she would get to spend
some private time with her old friend Master Alex. She went straight over to
stand in front of the ponygirls again. This time debbie would be the target of
her affections.
"Hello ponygirl debbie", she said teasingly, looking up into debbie's eyes. The
ponygirls were well over six feet tall in their boots so were both towering over
the petite Emma. That size difference just added to Emma's excitement: Knowing
that she had power over people much bigger than she was. She looped a finger
behind the reins attached to debbie's nipple rings and pulled so that the nipple
stretched out.
"Oooh, these are nice! You have such big nipples debbie. I just have to see what
they look like fully erect." She applied some very seductive licking to each of
debbie's pierced and harnessed nipples while gently squeezed the breasts.
Although debbie's face remained impassively staring straight ahead, like a
soldier at attention, she knew it was more than just her nipples were responding
to Emma's deft touch. "That feels good doesn't it. I can tell you like that.
Such beautiful nips! Would you like me to suck them?"
Ponygirl debbie knew better than to converse with humans; not even a nod or
shake of the head was permitted. Emma, however, took debbie's lack of response
as a 'yes', and sucked each of debbie's nipples for a brief time. As Emma's
saliva evaporated from the nipples in the warm sunshine debbie felt Emma's
fingers playing with her labia rings and the leather reins that were threaded
through them.
"Oh, you poor thing. Look at what they've done to your cunt lips with all these
rings and straps." Let me see if I can give you a little relief." Emma dug her
finger underneath the reins going through debbie's labia rings, provoking an
involuntarily response from the pony. When the fingers found her clit, debbie
feared she was about lose her balance as little shivers of pleasure went through
her.
"Good pony. Feels nice huh? I bet I could make you cum in a couple of minutes.
Would you like me to do that?" Emma had a way of talking that could make anybody
wilt under her spell and ponygirl debbie was struggling in her resistance.
Poor ponygirl debbie didn't know what to do. She knew she was not to answer a
human question and her Masters would never put her in this position. Eventually
debbie realised she had no choice but to whinny as loud as she could. Emma
panicked at the unpleasant sound coming from behind the ponygirl's bit and
lashed out at debbie with her riding crop to shut her up, but that only made
things worse.
Master Alex was soon running back on the scene to comfort the ponygirls. Emma
had reverted to her 'sweet little girl' pose. "I was just petting her and she
started to go mad!", she explained innocently.
"I told you to leave the ponies alone. Now give me your riding crop." He was not
amused by Emma's disobedience.
She timidly handed it over and Master Alex immediately applied it several times
on her own rump. That pleased linda and debbie! It also pleased Emma, and
reminded her of the old days before she became a Mistress.
"Let's go", Alex said, offering her his hand as she stepped onto the trap. He
jumped up onto the narrow padded seat next her and felt Emma wiggle her ass
playfully beside his. The shafts were set to a seven foot length to give a
smooth ride for ponygirls and passengers alike.
With a tug on the reins the ponygirls started walking until they left the parade
area. Another tug, and they changed to a slow trot and soon left the grounds of
the Lodge behind. He knew that these ponygirls were the fastest pair on the
island and were ready to step up their pace whenever required. Removing the
horsewhip from its holder he planted a light switch each of their ass cheeks.
Emma smiled broadly as she felt their pace increasing and the sea breeze blow
gently through her hair. The ride was surprisingly smooth, with the harmonious
sound of the sleigh-bells on pony boots providing a pleasing rhythm to the
journey. Master Alex enjoyed the thought that if there is one thing nicer than
riding on a ponygirl trap, it is doing so knowing that one of those ponygirls
was in your bed just hours before! Debbie behaved so differently in her
ponyboots, leather corset and harnessing, yet her shapely rear view was
unmistakable.
Both Alex and Emma were transfixed by sight of the ponygirls ahead of them. The
bridle straps with exotic plumes atop, the ponygirls' own long hair dangling in
a thick plait. Her arms neatly strapped 'out of the way' behind her. The
waist-cinching leather corset and that tail protruding from the butt plug! Yet
none of it seemed to impede the ponies' performance.
With another sharp crack of the whip, one that brought an audible yelp from the
ponygirls, the pace increased to a fast trot suited to the flat stretch of track
they were now on. When there were larger distances to cover this was the speed
that was demanded from the ponies.They could be expected to maintain that pace
for up to half an hour at a time.
After ten minutes when they reached an established viewpoint area that
overlooked the ocean. The riders dismounted, and while Emma absorbed the
splendid view, Master Alex attended to the ponygirls.
Like a diligent pony driver, Master Alex checked the ponies' for harness chafing
and general tightness whilst enjoying the sight of their pulsating,
heavy-breathing bodies as they recovered from their exertions. He also looked
into the ponygirls' eyes as they gave a good indicator to their condition. A
ponygirl should always have a steady straight-ahead stare with regular blinking,
even after an energetic run.
Looking into ponygirl debbie's eyes he saw only the merest hint of the woman
that he slept with. He could easily have kissed and caressed her, or said a few
words to her, but that was considered disrespectful to the ponygirl and would
interfere with their pony thoughts. That was why the regular pony drivers were
expressly forbidden sexual contact with ponies.
Master Alex looked over to see Emma staring out blissfully at the calm turquoise
sea. Could she really be the same pathetic drug-addicted girl he had kidnapped
from a Bangkok brothel five years ago?
Emma and her boyfriend had gone to Thailand on a backpacking trip. Both of them
were already regular drug users but she wasn't aware of his dealing activities
and connections. She had become addicted to heroin by the time he fell into big
trouble on a drugs deal. A deal was struck: He would repay the money he owed,
and they would keep Emma until he did so. The bastard never returned to
Thailand! Mercifully, Emma was kept so strung out on drugs that she couldn't
remember much of what happened during her three years with a long chain
connecting her left ankle to the bedroom wall.
The kidnapping had been a big risk, one that Master Alex was unlikely to ever
try again. He posed as a normal customer at the brothel wanting to fuck 'the
blonde one'. He didn't arouse any suspicion because he had been there a few days
earlier and did exactly that.
Using the rope left in the room for that purpose, he tied up the pitiful young
girl and gagged her as many of her customers did. As she lay hog-tied and her
mouth stuffed with a rag and taped up, Master Alex always remembered the look of
terror in her eyes as he pulled the two foot long fireman's bolt-cutter from the
top of his trousers. Even with such a hefty implement it took all his strength
to snap through one of the thick chain links that attached her to the wall.
He carried her petrified, trussed up body over to the window. Luckily the
frightened noises she made beneath her gag would not attract attention as it was
quite normal to hear such noises coming from her room. All that remained was for
the open-topped truck of his accomplice to pass underneath the window.
Master Alex knew it would take quite a hefty throw to avoid leaving a mutilated
body splattered on the street below. The truck passed underneath and Emma's
hog-tied body flew through the air, landed and sunk into a deep pile of foam
rubber in the back of the truck. Most people walking in the street only had a
moment to take in the sight of Emma sailing through the air above them, and
would most likely have shrugged it off as a alcohol or drug-induced illusion.
It took ten minutes for the truck to complete the circuit of streets, and pass
under the window again, by which time the brothel-keepers were trying to break
down the door that Master Alex had barricaded with the bed. He jumped from the
window into the truck with the sound of gunshots filling the room behind him.
It had been a while since he had thought of that episode from the past and
seeing a radiant healthy Emma standing there had suddenly brought it all back.
Emma turned around and smiled at him. "Master Alex, you look deep in thought."
"I was just thinking how good it was to have you here."
"It's great to be here and I would like to do something nice for you.", she
said, walking with a seductive purpose towards him.
He wasn't going to refuse her. In fact was already eyeing up the four metal
stakes that were already hammered into the grassy ground nearby. The idea of
having Emma staked out naked on the grassy cliff top was quite appealing. She
saw what he had in mind, but shook her head in sorrow.
"I'm no good to you down there." She tapped her knuckles on her pussy, and
Master Alex heard the dull thud that indicated she wore a chastity belt. "But
I've still got my mouth!" she said, hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed.
"Very well, Emma. you'd better get down on your knees then", Alex said,
perfectly content with the alternative.
Master Alex helped Emma to her knees just to the side of ponygirl linda so the
ponygirls couldn't see what they were doing. Tying her hands and feet, cowboy
style, with the ends of linda's reins. The ponygirl could feel a tugging on her
reins and sensed somehow that she and Emma were connected.
Standing in front of the kneeling Emma, Master Alex peeled down his tight
rider's breeches to expose his cock. Emma immediately took it between her lips.
As a graduate of Madame Cervoix's sub-school, her oral skills were excellent.
Just because she was no longer a slave girl, it didn't mean her skills were
redundant!
While Alex held her plaited blonde ponytail to help each of them with their
balance, she moved her lips up and down his cock, licking and sucking until it
felt like a rod of iron. Her greedy eyes conveyed the impression that she had
never before encountered a finer or tastier thing than his cock!
With a measured upturn of her head and a slight push he felt the tip of his cock
against her throat. She repeated the action going slightly deeper each time. As
he looked down at her, she was looking intently upwards at him with her lovely
light-blue eyes. After about her tenth little push he saw Emma's cute nose and
upper lip nestled happily within his pubic hair and felt her tongue somehow
licking his balls. The breath from her nose was causing a delightful tickling of
his pubic hair.
The irresistible pressure of Emma's throat squeezing on his cock, soon compelled
him to unleash his semen directly into her belly. He stood unsteadily and was
glad to have hold of Emma's ponytail as he needed all the support he could get
as his body jerked its way through a series of strong ecstatic spasms.
As Emma licked clean his slowly wilting penis, her Master noticed that their
ponygirls had become slightly agitated by all the noise. With the martingale
chains keeping them facing forward and the blinkers of the bridle blocking any
peripheral vision the ponygirls had no chance to witness the action, but had
heard Master and Emma's performance all too clearly!
Master Alex grabbed the ponygirl's squeezy water bottle and gave Emma the first
squirt while she continued to kneel, still bound in the reins. The ponies' bits
had a small hole in the centre through which they could be watered without
removing the bit.
On the edge of the cliff nearby was a wooden park bench, ideally situated for
gazing at the sun setting in the ocean. Leaving Emma still tied up with ponygirl
linda's reins, Master Alex sat down on the bench, lit a cigarette, and
contemplated what the afternoon would have in store.
That afternoon there was to be one of Rabbit Island's eagerly anticipated
auctions. One of Master Alex's less pleasurable duties was sitting on the
management committee that decided which captives should be put up for auction.
With so many guests present it was decided that no less than seven Rabbit Island
captives were to be auctioned that afternoon: Two ponies, a pussygirl and four
bunnies. The decision was never easy to make, but the presence of Madame Cavallo
and other rich owners promised that the auction would be lucrative, particularly
with such exceptional ponies and bunnies on offer.
His cigarette finished, he turned to find Emma looking up at him
sympathetically.
"Worried about the auction?" Emma asked.
He started to untangle her wrists from linda's reins. "Yeah, it's always a pity
to let go of good stock, but that's what the sponsors require. The revenue will
help us develop the facilities on the island and we have some great new plans."
Having untied Emma and observed the tell-tale grass stains on her knees, he
realised they were running late. They had better get back to the Lodge in a
hurry lest they miss out on all the fun and drama of the auction.
Ponygirls debbie and linda pulled the trap at a good pace back to the Lodge,
although needing the constant encouragement of the whip on their asses. Yet
Master Alex detected that they did not have the usual spring in their steps. The
ponies' reluctance to get back to the Lodge and the upcoming auction was
understandable. Their bizarre but not altogether unpleasant life might be about
to change forever.
end of chapter 19
to be continued....the auction (final part of this book)
