An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 3a: The Wee Hours Of The Night
I awoke at 11:23 pm. The screen revealed three sleeping babes and
a quadrant of static from the tape long ago ended. I went in and
made coffee and jumped into the shower. Taking my coffee out, I
went back upstairs and out onto my front balcony. The moonlight
dimly lit up surrounding valley. The night was quiet. Being a work
day, everyone was in bed, long asleep, or perhaps watching some
crummy TV show.
I, on the other hand, was contemplating the training regimen I
would be using shortly. I moved to the far side of the second
story and out onto its balcony. The exercise yard was lit dimly.
I fucking made a brick wall that is eight feet high and nearly
three hundred yards long. It, and the wall of my house make up a
bricked domain of exercise. The swimming pool is just below me
with an open area beyond. Exercise is an important factor of life.
I believe in it wholeheartedly.
On the top of the wall runs an ungrounded 110v wire. It's just a
precaution that I will keep to myself.
The coffee was giving my balls a caffeinated feeling. Or maybe I
was just horny again, I dunno. I went back in and rewound the tape
and started it again. I have control of the volume, I turned it up
high and went back down to prepare a four star breakfast buffet. I
sat and ate my fill, before wheeling a tray out to the far side of
the pool.
I headed back to roust the girls. I paused in my bedroom watching
each girl. They were all awake from the volume of the tape and
fighting at their bounds. Each seemed humiliated by what the TV
was broadcasting. I can understand that I guess. It's really great
to watch each sluts face as they watch the tape though.
I opened each door and contemplated my next move. I decided on the
old drill sergeant routine, fast, abusive and dominating were the
keys I'd need now. I left each security door open, we were coming
right back out, after all.
I entered each room lambasting each slut. I put on a head collar,
which is a series of black leather straps that fit over the head
and neck. Each resisted and asked a bunch of questions before the
ball gag muted them. I led them to a closet where had stockpiled
shoes and other clothing and selected a pair of socks and tennis
shoes for each. After they put the shoes on I placed a wooden post
behind their back and cuffed their wrists together in the front,
their arms were around the post. I brought them to the central room
one by one, attaching a short chain to their collars to form a chain
gang. And a beautiful chain gang it was!
I led them to the stairs, stopping at each security door,
explaining that only I knew the sequence to open each. I told them
that three wrong entries would disable the keypad. If this
occurred the keypad could only be reset from the outside. If they
ever tried to over power me we would all be sealed inside the
basement for eternity, because I would never open the doors. This
was not exactly true, but I decided to head off any plans of mutiny
early. They only know what I tell them after all.
I led them out back into the exercise yard to the exerciser. This
is a home made contraption similar to one used to exercise horses.
It is a heavy steel post that swivels with four arms, each hanging
out fifteen feet from the central axis. I attached Cindy's head
harness to one arm and unhooked the other two, attaching each to
another arm.
I stood back to admire, to appreciate the scene before me. While
they all three looked perplexed they all knew what we were doing
somehow. I stepped into the center and picked up my whip. It's a
stiff shaft about three feet long with a nine inch leather whip on
the end. I popped it a few times, getting the full attention of
each of the beasts of burden.
"This is a part of your daily routine, beginning right now. You
most likely have many questions and maybe later I will answer some
of them. That is, after you work your way up. Presently you are
all just maggots. Your value is zero. You are here because I
brought you here; for nothing more than my personal pleasure. As
you become accustomed to your new environment I'm certain that you
will each strive to please me. If you strive hard enough you will
be rewarded. If not, you will be punished. I cannot tell you that
I will get no satisfaction in your punishment. That is what I
live for you see, the melding of young flesh into my own mold."
"Look around. We are twenty miles from any road and another
fifteen miles to a house. You can hear my dogs barking out front.
They will tear you to shreds if you venture out without me. That
is, if I don't get you first."
Again, that wasn't the exact truth, but misinformation is a
powerful tool.
"So cleanse your mind. Let all of the garbage that you have filled
it with expire. Focus. Prepare to be retrained!"
The girls were uncomfortable. Their nudity and the hopeless
situation showed on their faces as total humiliation.
"Everyone lift your right knee." CRACK!
They all tried, fumbling for balance.
"Tonight we are going to work on your gait. I'm sure you have all
seen show horses. This is your assignment. Lift your knees and
make a graceful gait. Follow the steps of the bitch in front of
you. GO!"
They began, without precision or grace. I cracked the whip behind
each as they came around. The cracking had a big influence and
they slowly developed some rhythm and grace.
I left and sat down to eat another course of breakfast, enjoying
my coffee as I watched the beauties learn. Each face looked at me
as it came around as I enjoyed myself. They had not eaten in quite
awhile now.
"If you'd like to eat today, you sluts had better perform to my
expectations!"
That broke their rhythm for a moment, but they regained it shortly
and were doing pretty good for the first try. The June evening was
muggy and humid, as June evenings tend to be here. Each body shone
in the low intensity lights that I had on by the pool. Each was
coated with sweat already. Beads dripped off with each step.
"Good, very good! Keep it going."
I'm not an unfair guy. I believe in giving credit where credit is
due. I'd about finished eating my fill and decided that it was
time to try out the buggy.
I'd made a two seat buggy made to be pulled by two beasts. It was
light weight and fairly easy to pull. At least in theory. This
would be its first test. It has a comfortable bench type seat for
two. It has two harness bars, about ten feet long, where the
beasts are attached. The post behind the small of their backs is
attached to each side by a short chain and there are handles to
hold onto, even with the limited reach. It's mounted on two heavy
bicycle tires and I even managed a brake system. Not too shabby if
I do say so myself.
I had them stop their warmup so that they could cool down a bit as
I went to the shed and pulled the buggy out. Their faces were
painted in disbelief as I approached with it.
"That's right. This is for you," I said, releasing Christy. "You've
done well my love. You will ride tonight."
I chose Christy as the top dog. She had put more effort, or either
she had adjusted more quickly than the other two. Her gait had
been the best by far. I removed the post from behind her back and
led her to an outdoor shower beside the pool.
"Go ahead and rinse off. Just wait here and air dry while I
harness the pony girls."
I reached down and began to probe her pussy before the thought
really occurred. It was wet as hell. Her tits were erect.
"Does this turn you on?"
She hesitated before moving her head in the negative.
"Your body betrays you dear. Your pussy and your tits say
differently."
She hung her head. I raised it with a finger.
"In time you will get beyond your denial. Until then just try to
enjoy yourself."
I removed the cuffs and gazed at her sleek and sweaty body. I
motioned to the shower. She turned and began to rinse off as I
returned to the exerciser.
"You two did not do very well. You did not put out the effort that
she did. Do you understand?"
Their eyes were a mixture of fear, of bitterness, of uncertainty.
It took a crack of the whip, but they both nodded with reserve.
I took Pat first, hooking the post to the side chains and
adjusting the handles so that they met her hands. Then I hooked
Vicky in the lead position before attaching two long cords, one to
a harness eye on each side of their head harness.
"When I pull left, you turn left. When I pull both, you stop. You
better goddamned have an improved gait or we'll be here all night
working on it. The slut in the back will stay in step with the
slut in the front. I want nice, small, high steps."
Crack! I popped the whip for emphasis. They both jumped as the tip
of the whip broke the sound barrier. While I would never bring the
might of this whip to any flesh it was obvious that I had them
scared shitless with it. If you crack one of these with the right
attitude in the proximity of someone who halfway expects to
taste it, they will cower.
I got in and got comfortable. Throwing up both reins I said,
"Giddy yap." The cart began to move slowly. Both sluts were
grasping for a comfortable balance in pursuit of a 'gait' that
would bring them no grief.
Looking back to Christy I saw that she had finished rinsing and
was standing beside the shower head, uncomfortably, looking about.
I decided to steer away and to the back wall and allow her to get
a real first look. The house was dark. The only light was the low
intensity lights and the dim moonlight. Her hands were held out,
as if she didn't know what to do with them as the buggy turned and
I lost sight.
They were slow. It took several minutes to wheel around and we
didn't go but halfway to the back wall. Christy was standing in
the same place, yet I could see the fight or flight look in her
body language. It was expected of course. It was the first
opportunity that she had since she arrived. She was dripping wet
and butt naked in a place she did not know though, and of course
she impatiently awaited us. She looked at the beasts; tits bobbing
and pussies opening up with every step.
I pulled the reins back as the carriage arrived. They did a good
job of coming to a graceful stop. (all things considered)
I got out and put Christy's collar back on and took her in tow
with the leash, slowly circling and admiring the setup. She began
to talk, to ask the questions I knew they all would like answered.
I placed my finger under my nose to shush her.
"We'll leave the ball gag out as long as you are silent. Otherwise
it goes back in."
I noticed the two up front looking back, so I took the buggy whip
and slapped each on the sweaty ass. Their bodies were steadily
dripping sweat from the god awful humidity.
"I'll have to add some blinders I see. You always stand at
attention when you're in a situation such as this. Heads forward
ladies!"
Each looked forward. Both were heaving heavily. All three are
soft. It will take some time getting them conditioned before we
will be ready to head out on the creek gravel trails I have in
the woods out back.
I led Christy up one side until she was even with Pat and I was
even with Vicky. I stuck my hand down. My finger went right into
the overly hot, wet pussy.
"Try it," I said, motioning to Pat. "I can't tell you why, except
that the primal hormones still reside within our bodies. Women are
turned on from deep inside at being made helpless objects like
this. Your exteriors flatly deny this premise, yet your pussies
yearn for fulfillment."
I turned my eyes to hers and she slowly reached down. She seemed
stunned at how hot and creamy the outer lips were.
"See. You can deny it, but you cannot hide it. They have done
well on their first try. Lets finger fuck them."
Christy looked perplexed, but she followed my lead and began to
finger fuck Pat. I noticed that both widened their stance to allow
for better penetration. I'm not sure that either was aware that
they had done it. Both closed their eyes. Their faces had the
expression of rape, but they both were getting hot. Christy kept
looking to me. I assured her with my own look each time and she
began to work with Pat's rhythm. Pat came first. Vicky was right
behind her. I stopped and removed the gag, gesturing Christy to
follow my motions. I put my finger to her lips, awaiting her. She
was still breathing heavily and her jaws obviously ached from the
ball gag. She opened her mouth ever so slightly. I eased the
finger in and she began to suck on it. Pat took awhile, but she
too sucked her own juices.
"The same for you two. I'll leave the gags out as long as you are
silent. When you talk they will go back in."
I withdrew my finger and redeposited it deep in her pussy. Christy
followed as I looked back to her. I fucked her harder, spreading
the lips way out. I just love the sight of a good swollen pussy.
And this is the way to make one that way. Christy began to fuck
harder in response. Finally I withdrew my finger and changed
places with Christy.
Pat's face was not receptive. I grabbed the back of her hair and
eased her head back a bit. Her mouth opened and I inserted the
finger to the hilt. She obviously had some religious upbringing to
the point that she was trying to reject the obvious outcome.
"Suck it off you fucking slut!"
Again, I don't really enjoy the degrading and forceful approach.
It works like a charm , so I continue to use it. I knew that
Vicky would not be a problem. I think this girl has a lot of kink
yet to be explored. She's not nearly as uptight as Pat, to my
surprise. I would have wagered money that Pat was going to be my
babe. She's currently the bottom dog though.
Vicky actually moved her head up and down Christy's finger. These
two are cool!
I gave some last minute advise on proper gait to each on the
ground before taking Christy in tow and going back into the coach.
I handed the reins to Christy.
"You guide us. Go anywhere that you want to go."
She looked back at me in despair.
"It's ok. You're the top dog and you will reap the rewards
tonight. Those two are here simply to entertain us. I want you to
grab that whip and crack it if their performance lags."
I motioned her to pull the left rein. Both heads tilted left and
they made a wide turn around the pool. I pointed down the fence
and she reined them over to a gravel path along the wall.
"Ok, relax. You only need to guide them when we get to a fork.
Pull right or left, but always pull and show them that it is your
decision and that they will follow it."
The one hundred yard square area has many paths and forks. The
pace was slow though due to the high stepping gait. The buggy
rocked and swayed slightly as the motorcycle shocks gave as we
crossed the slightly unlevel gravel beds that make up the paths.
We sat silently for several moments just enjoying the show. Pat
filled the view mostly, but we could see the taller Vicky in the
lead. Each was huffing it pretty good. They were out of shape
though. That's something we would be working on.
Christy reined left at the second intersection. She was avoiding
eye contact at the moment but I could see her eyes gleaming. I
think that she was beginning to enjoy already, but was still
ashamed that he did.
Her body was almost dry. I leaned over and began to kiss her neck.
Her shoulder hunched at first, but she relaxed it in due time. I
kissed her ever so softly for several minutes. I eased my left
hand down to get her wet. She was wet already to my surprise. I
quickly dropped my shorts and threw them into the basket behind
us.
continued..
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