Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
59. Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Skruffy and Shadowmaker had made money hand over fist, the wheel of
Merci seemingly becoming a rapidly popular game. Dizzy from a day of
circling endlessly, the slave was covered from head to foot in shaving
cream. They had stopped several times to toss buckets of water over
her spread eagled body, but the people still lined up 3 deep as the
Faire wound into the evening hours. Merci was grateful that they had
at least placed purchases for her hands and feet, to have hung so long
as the wheel circled would have been more than she could have
physically withstood. It was a very disheartened slave that was lifted
from the wheel, as the tourists sighed disappointed that they would
not have a chance to throw. Shadowmaker was happy....he had made money
hand over fist, giving away smaller knives as prizes to those who had
nailed the slave in the pertinent areas...and selling even more to
people waiting for their turn. Even several of his swords had sold at
premium prices. Cleaning up the slave and massaging her aching limbs,
they decided that this time...for a while she would actually get a
chance to rest. To the tourists...it seemed that they manacled her and
led her away in chains as part of the show...but Skruffy, Shadowmaker
and Merci knew the truth...she was slave and had no say in her
treatment.
Grimli fumed in the barn...his face held to the wall by the bridle,
his powerful shoulders pulling at the cuffs holding his hands captive
behind him. His foul mood had not passed, in fact had grown...to be
treated as a dumb beast, rankled his spirit. Gene entered and stood
watching the young man as he fought his bonds. Eisanna had her hands
full with this one...it seemed that co-operation was given only when
he had no choice. Gene shook his head, drastic measures seemed called
for, if the slave was to be trained, then he would first have to learn
who was boss. Gene thought about it...this was no a slave to be cowed
into submission, he would not be easily broken, but would continue to
stand proud and defiant, under the worst beating. But maybe.....just
maybe..., he turned and moved into the tack room to search for a few
small items. Eisanna wandered into the barn, a cup of hot coffee in
her hands. She had seen wildrose and lizette exercising on the track
but had not seen Grimli. Wondering if the slave had pulled up lame
this morning she had wandered to the barn to check on him. Her eyes
hooded angrily as she saw him pinned to the wall by the bridle and
chained. She could see the anger and fight in the slave, fight that
she thought she had broken out of him with the ball vise. "Gene? are
you in here?" Grimli heard the sound of his Mistresses voice and
fought to turn his head and glare at her. Eisanna wasted no time but
dropped her coffee cup and entered the stall quickly, grabbing his
hair to try to force his head back around. The muscles strained in his
bullish neck as he struggled against the pain and pressure. "Eisanna
just a second, we have a small rebellion on our hands...be right with
you...ahh...here it is." Gene exited the tack room with a long black
come along grip for a bull in his hands..."This should do it." With a
bit of difficulty he forced Grimlis' head back and inserted the grip
into the slaves nostrils, quickly he shut them tight, locking the
handles in place. Grimlis' scream of pain was ignored as he handed the
vise to Eisanna..."One sec and we can lead him out...we're going to
work this rebellion out of him today if it kills him." Feeling the
plier like grip in his nose, Grimli began to wonder if it would. Gene
knelt to fit as heavy metal device about Grimlis balls and cock, the
cold metal pulling at the sensitive organs, but more frighteningly,
thousands of sharp teeth pricked at the tender organs. Affixing
hobbles and chaining them to the cuff, gene finally slipped the bridle
from the rebellious slaves mouth. Grimli started to come off the
stalls wall like a house afire. ready to fight for his freedom, only
to be brought to his knees as his Mistress' dainty hand twisted the
come along. He had no choice but to follow them out quietly into the
yard.
EvilKath had problems....major ones....she looked down at the notice
in her hand...$5,000.00 by end of day...or she lost everything.
Damn..keeping up with her friends was expensive...and she had let a
few things go to long, worse. she had lost several lucrative
clients..and now IRS was demanding immediate payment. She could put
everyone else off, but they, hell IRS could do what the hell they
wanted..and it would take too long to get an injunction to stop it.
She looked at Lovelyldy standing quietly in her stall. Where could she
get a loan...what could she sell? Nearly everything she owned was
under finance. She eyed the ponygirl speculatively. The money if she
had won the last race would have, if not staved the wolves from the
door at least placated them giving her some time...but now. There was
no hope for it...she would have to ask the Foxfire's for a loan. She
turned to go back into the house and call. Lovelyldy watched her
Mistress...she could see that something was bothering her, knew that
it had something to do with the paper that had been tacked to the
door, when they got home. But EK would tell her nothing...she would
not worry the pony slave with things she could not help with. A slave
needed to have confidence in their owner, in all areas...and this
would have done nothing to bolster than trust in her Owners
competence. Halfway to the house EvilKath stopped again to think...I
could call... but it would be easier to say no on the phone...maybe a
personal visit would be better. It would be embarrassing,
but...well...she really had little choice. Turning she moved back to
the stable to harness lovelyldy up and load her into the car. She
would not leave her in the stall alone to be discovered by the IRS
men. Lovelyldy lay on the back seat, her mouth easing and playing with
the bit as she reclined below visual levels. EvilKath said little on
the journey, only played a tape of her favorite music.
Jessann watched Bear from her lowered lashes...he had been in an
exuberant mood all day as he packed up their things. She had felt the
turning point in their relationship...and was not sure that she was
ready for it....sure he had humiliated her, teased and tormented her,
but she barely knew the Bear who was moving about the room. He spoke
of keeping her, of exploring and expanding her limits, of sharing her
and enslaving her completely. She had entered this relationship
willingly, timidly, having fantasized for years about what it could
be, but had found that she shrank from making a final commitment to
it, to releasing all power to him. She knew how wet it made her to
think of his hands forcing her, correcting and controlling her...had
watched slaves whipped and tortured, seen them cum..in pain...and knew
how much it made her blood boil...how much she envied their knowing
where and to whom they belonged in life...but... Her eyes followed
Bear, his hairy hulking form moving gracefully, powerfully about the
room....was she ready? Could she give that permission to him, or would
he...(a shiver of fear and delight at the forbidding thought) take it
from her. She did not know...more. she did not know which she would
prefer.
Rabidchia had reached her limits...and beyond, a limp rag, there was
nothing left to give her Mistress...her body nearly numb from the pain
and from cumming. Lost in the world of pure sensation she had screamed
her pain, and her pleasure for her Mistress... DebiJean looked down at
the slave as she disconnected her from the toys. She could see that
chia was trembling on the edge, had absorbed more pain in the past
hour than she ever had...now was a time for the slave to rest and
bond...now was a time for her to find the dependence on her owner and
the comfort in her arms that she needed. Undoing the straps she left
the girl with her head still taped, still blind and deaf...her very
breathing the only thing she could hear and pulled her to the floor
beside her. Finding herself in her Mistress' arms chia burrowed
in..holding on for dear life as the pain washed through her mind and
body. This was the reward she lived for, to give her Mistress
everything, and to know that she was loved...that was bliss.
LAGuardian watched for a moment as he cleaned and packed up the
rainbow vacuum. This was a private moment, the surrender of a
slave..he would leave them alone. He exited the room closing the door
quietly behind him...he could hear the sounds of pain still coming
from the playroom, Tony and NuBaby were still at it...should he join
them? Maybe a drink first....he moved toward the living room and the
bar, when the doorbells' ringing brought him up short. Putting down
the vacuum he advanced on the door. Peeking through he saw two
women...ok...not cops...one dressed solely in harness. Hmmmmmmm...must
be friends...Opening the door he filled it with his presence...looking
down at the woman standing there and the obvious slave standing behind
her. His eyes were transfixed by the vision of loveliness standing and
playing with the bit in her mouth. This was a prize indeed... his eyes
swept over her heavy breasts so perfect for torture, the full mons
bisected by the harness straps...the gentle curve of the hour glass
waist...slowly he pulled his eyes from the vision. "Hello may I help
you?" "Uh...yeah...uh...Hi..I'm EvilKath...is ...are the Foxfires'
home?" "Not right now but you are welcome to come in and wait...they
decided to go check on the office today...Come on in I was just about
to make myself a drink." EvilKath looked up at the man looming in the
doorway....gotta admit..he has presence. She could feel the waves of
authority and menace coming off of him. Lovelyldy was not immune
either...she found that she could not look him in the eye...though her
Miss had never taught her to avoid staring or looking at Doms. She
found that her eyes skittered from him, wanted to look no higher than
his hands. His soft voice raced through her flesh and she found to her
surprise that she had grown wet just hearing it. She followed her Miss
quietly into the house, her flesh flushing as she brushed accidentally
against him. Here was a man who made her want to go to her
knees....and he had not even said one word to her. EvilKath led the
way to the living room and fixed LA and herself a drink, with little
thought dropping into one of the overstuffed leather chair and pulling
her pony to kneel beside her. She contemplated the paper in her
hand... LAGuardian studied the ponygirl....the beauty in her face, the
gentle curve of her back to her ass that just begged for the touch of
the whip, the mouth parted to grip the bit. This was a slave he could
covet. EvilKath was not unaware of the effect her slave was having on
LA...nor was she blind to the covert glances that the pony tossed his
way. Hmmmmmm this could work to her advantage...though she was fond of
the ponygirl..it was not an undying love. Maybe? "Do you have any idea
how long they will be? I am hoping that they may have some interest in
my beauty here..." Guardian looked up from his drink..."You are
selling her?" "Um ...I am thinking about it, I am tired of the pony
game and well ..." EvilKath looked at the man... "I do want her to
have a good home...after they have been 24/7 slaves. you can't just
turn them loose to fend for themselves." "I might be in the market for
a new slave, what are you asking for her?" EvilKath thought for a
moment..."$8,000 including equipment." Lovelyldy looked up at her Miss
in shock...selling her? Was she truly so angry at her having lost the
race? LA stood up and walked over to where the slave knelt...Pulling
her up by the bridle, he began to examine her flesh closely, he could
see the welts where she had been whipped , feel the taut muscles
beneath the soft flesh. This was a pony that had been worked and run
hard...she was in good shape. Lovely trembled as his hands explored
her flesh... it had been a long time since...well since a man had
touched her. She blushed as his fingers probed the wetness between her
legs, feeling the heat in her loins. "$3,000 and I don't need the
equipment." He and EvilKath set down to dicker...lovelyldy's fate
resting in their agreeing on a price.
NuBaby was in tears, she had been hurt, tormented, and now
pierced...with the locks in place she was totally dependant upon Tony
for her food, for drink...under his coercion she had severed ties with
her parents, her job...there was no one to look for her...and worse
she had no idea what was happening to her friend by now. It was a
scared and broken slave that clung to her owners legs...all she could
think was that she had earned this hell in her arrogance, her
foolishness...and now she was deep in it. Tony smiled down at the
slave...he did not think that he would have any more trouble with
her...but he wanted to test her further. Pulling his leg from her
grip...he walked over to a cabinet and drew out a case of
needles...."NuBaby heel slut." Weeping the slave crawled to him
dragging her useless feet behind her..."Amuse me cunt..." He tossed
the case of needles to her...with trembling hands she opened it to
stare at the gleaming instruments of healing and horror. Tony tossed a
packet of cut candle wicks on the floor in front of her and a bic
lighter. NuBaby could not look up without yanking the freshly pierced
nipples, but she could feel his eyes boring into her. Shaking she tied
a wick to each of the needles and looked down at flesh she had worn so
proudly for years. Reveled in since the first boy came sniffing after
her like a hound. With eyes closed against the pain she forced each
needle into and through her flesh, decorating her own tender
tantalizing skin with the primed needles...covering thighs mons, belly
and tits. Tony waited. Accompanied by a sob of despair, Nubaby picked
up the lighter and began to ignite the 50 wicks...her screams as they
slowly heated the needles to burn hot in her flesh echoing through the
house. Tony was satisfied...she was his slave, and would scream in
pain for many days to come.
Brandy had settled into a routine...one that she found more
comfortable than her life before. Each morning she crawled beside
Glen, using the yard for a bathroom, sandwiched between her two
lovers. Breakfast over she would watch as Glen readied for work, her
eyes tracking him as he talked to her and Bruno. He would not leave
her un-chained during the day, but it was long enough for her to go
through the doggy door into the garage and return. She watched the
door to the outside world, but found that she had little interest in
it...what went on beyond that door...was interesting, but did not have
anything to do with her any more. Her days were spent playing with
Bruno...often servicing the dog under her own initiative. There were
times that Adam would bring Marilee over...opening the door with a key
and allowing the two women to play and socialize. Curiously Brandy no
longer saw the horror in the surgical alterations of the woman, and
found deep inside her some envy. Marilee did not have to crawl
awkwardly, but moved easily upon the pads of her knees. She never
seemed to get caught as she backed up, trying to move extra leg out of
the way. There were times they watched TV together...others that they
romped with Bruno and Adam in the yard, but always..no matter what the
day had brought...she found herself eagerly greeting Glen as he came
home. Leaping up on him, her knees firmly planted on the ground to
enjoy his soft greeting, his precious touch. Adam and Marilee had come
over for the evening, the girls sharing a bowl filled with human food,
their owners stroking and playing with their flesh as they ate. Glen
had noted the introspective looks on Brandy's face...wondered if she
grew restless and bored with his company. He had not told Brandy that
he had been learning Amerslan, having a tutor come to the shop and
teach him during quiet hours...but for the first time he felt
confident that he would be able to speak to her. He had a question to
ask her...and was puzzled at his own timidness about asking her. It
was too soon in their relationship...she was not going anywhere...why
ask...why open yourself up like this? He didn't know...but felt that
it was the right thing, the thing he wanted to ask most in the world.
Adam already knew..what the question would be...he was there to lend
support. They retired to the living room to relax. Gently Glen pulled
Brandy tohim..making her kneel at his feet. Lifting her face up, he
stroked the soft hair of his pet. Brandy's eyes searched his
face...she knew that Glen was nervous...had not been himself this
evening...and she was scared...was he going to send her away? Her eyes
opened in Shock as he began to sign to her...his fingers hesitating as
he put the words together. She looked at his mouth which was saying
the words as he signed. "Marry me." Time stood still for the
girl...these were words she had long for all her life, despaired of
ever reading on anyone's' hands or lips. Now, the man who held her
captive, who had forced her to fuck and suck his dog and him...who
owned her completely had said them. Glen waited his heart in his
throat...he should not have asked...he had taken the girl from her
life, enslaved her... and come in a few short days to see the beauty
and love within her...to love her. Brandy looked at Glen, then Adam
and Marilee...they each had a smile on their faces as they waited for
her answer along with Glen. With trembling fingers.. Brandy signed
back....Yes...if you will cut me." Glen's heart
leaped...YES...YES...YES!!!!..but what did she sign after? Brandy
could see the joy and puzzlement on his face. She had a chance to take
it back...to remain whole...he had not understood....No...In For A
Penny in For a Pound....She would be as he preferred her...wife and
bitch... She sat and curled her legs out in front...pantomiming a saw
across her legs at the knees..she again signed "Cut me..."Tears ran
from Glens face as he pulled the girl into his arms and carried her to
their room...His lips covered her face and breasts with kisses as he
nodded yes....He had his bitch and she would be as he wanted her. by
her own volition. Adam and Marilee shut the door behind them.
Tom and Mary had put Karen through hell. Over and over she had been
made to service Helena, and Harry Burns when he returned. Jerry had
returned to duty after lunch but had promised to see the girl later.
Karen was confused...surely they would be going home soon. She reeked
of cum, it was dried on her cunt, her ass, and her throat had been
filled with it and piss. It was with gratitude that she had been
allowed to rest laying splayed open on the rug as workers (in the
know) had wandered in and out with papers to be signed. They waited
until the last of the workers had left the floor...the work day done
at last. Karen prayed they would be going home, and looked forward to
it. "Slut heel" She looked up...it had been the hardest day for
her...to be displayed like that before people who might have been
co-workers. She started to rise to her feet and was dismayed when Tom
and Mary forced her back to her knees. Tiredly she crawled after them,
following through the silent office as they lecher to the research lab
on another floor. Curiously she looked around at the lab. She had
heard the security locks opening and shutting behind her...and knew
there was no escape. Her eyes took in all of the equipment as she was
led into the room. Tom unlaced the corset...she would not need it
here. Karen took her first deep breath since it had been cinched tight
about her. Dizzy she tried to take shallow breaths...deeper than they
had been in the corset, but not yet full ones. Mary led her to a
shower closet in the corner..."Clean up bitch." Karen entered the
tiled stall and began to wash as best she could in the tiny
area...forcing the soap into her cunt and ass to clean them out as
well. She forced handfuls of theater into her ass and cunt to remove
the soap...she knew they would punish her if she did not do a good
job. Finally she felt that she was as clean as she would get and
knocked timidly on the stall door to beet out. The door opened....and
she crawled from the stall to pull up short...there were more feet in
the room than Mary, Toms and Harry Burns....her eyes took them
in...female and male...black and white....OH GOD...NOooooooooo...there
were eight pairs of feet...Hands gripped her naked dripping flesh,
forcing their way into her ass and cunt, lifting her by them and the
tender orbs of her heavy breasts...to drop her face down on a metal
frame and secure her ankles, wrists and waist. Terrified she faced the
floor, her body helpless and fully spread open.....she feared what her
fate was to be as a hand gripped her hair and forced her mouth onto
Jerry's black uncut cock....Her night had just begun..........
