Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get The Blues

The story so far:
(Ch. 1) Jessica’s and Kate’s escape, punishment and return.
(Ch. 2) A week of devious torments. Jessica has to make a decision.
(Ch. 3) Jessica is trained, and graduates as a ponygirl.
(Ch. 4) Ray is injured, Kate rescues him and takes him to the Lodge. Karen Galtz, an investigative journalist arrives on the island.

A DELICATE OPERATION

The lights of the Lodge’s cobbled courtyard were a welcome sight. Jessica and Debbie pulled up right in front of Riccardo, one of the other pony drivers. His own ponygirls were standing, still fully harnessed, attached to the punishment frame. Their buttocks twitchily awaiting more strokes of his rubber paddle in payment for their minor infractions during their day.

There were other people in the courtyard as well. The usual male handlers, overseeing the activities; and guests, men and women, in dinner jackets and evening dresses, enjoying a pleasant little diversion, their pre-dinner aperitifs in hand.

The handlers, looking up at the arriving pony trap, were surprised to see Ray bringing a bunny back to the Lodge, and assumed that she might be in need of medical attention. Jaws dropped when they saw that it was the naked bunny next to him that had been driving.

“Help. Ray’s hurt.” Kate called out to them.

The men lifted a barely conscious Ray down from the trap seat. “No, you need a stretcher!” The bunny’s urgent shout shocking not just the handlers but herself too.

Such was her consuming concern for Ray’s health that neither of the handlers turned stretcher bearers blocked her way as she followed the stretcher into the medical suite.

“He’s broken his arm, quite likely his ankle, and may have also fractured his skull too. He was unconscious for a while.” Kate informed them, expecting at any moment she would be locked in her cuffs and fitted with one of their infernal ball-gags.

They looked at her blankly. “Look bunny, we’re not doctors. Dr Schmidt won’t be back till tomorrow. We could sedate him with morphine and make him comfortable till then.”

“Kate! My name’s Kate! He needs treatment now. I’m a nurse, or at least I was until I got kidnapped and brought this damned island! Where’s Master Alex? I heard he used to be a doctor!”

One of the men picked up the phone and punched in a number. “Master Alex...yes, Master Kurt here. Can you come over to the medical suite as soon as possible?” He replaced the handset. “He’s coming over now.”

Kate was already checking out the equipment in the surgery. An operating table, EEG, ECG, oxygen, and X-ray equipment all close to hand. As a former theater nurse she began to feel at home as she acquainted herself with her surroundings. Master Alex walked in.

“Master...Sir...please...you’re a doctor aren’t you?” Kate asked desperately.

“...of philosophy, bunny kate. What’s wrong with him?”

By the time Kate had finished explaining what had happened, Kurt and the other handler had resumed their other duties leaving her and Master Alex alone in the medical suite. It was true, Master Alex wasn’t a medical doctor but he sheepishly admitted that he’d done a year of medicine at Harvard.

Over the next three hours the unlikely pairing worked together as a team, carrying out X-rays, setting broken bones, giving their patient the best care they could manage. Master Alex used the medical suite’s computer to log on to an internet-based medical advice center. It proved a great way to fill in the gaps in their knowledge.

Kate’s milk-laden but shapely breasts flopped around conspicuously as she went about her tasks. Master Alex couldn’t help but come into visual and occasional bodily contact with them. To preserve his own sanity he found a white apron for her to wear, tying the strings tenderly at her back, whilst observing Kate’s own minor injuries across her rear. The apron covered little except the front of her torso, and with the apron strings dangling tantalizingly down her ass crack it served to make her rear view even more appealing. For Kate the apron signalled a small but crucial change to her status: She was a nurse again!

Master Alex was a busy man, Kate discovered, constantly fielding phone calls and occasionally having to step out of the medical suite to attend meetings he had arranged. It was during one of his absences that Kate attended to her own small injuries on her buttocks and thighs.

When Master Alex returned from yet another meeting he found Kate stitching up a small gash that he hadn’t noticed before. The wound, at the bottom crease of her left buttock, had Kate twisting awkwardly as she tried to make the stitches. Alex felt almost touched that Kate had been neglecting her own wounds until then, such was her concerned for Ray.

“Why didn’t you let me do that?” He asked, almost disappointed, as he gazed with admiration at Kate’s contorted body. “Let me finish off before you stretch the wound and make it a whole lot worse.”

She couldn’t argue with him even if this was one job she’d rather have managed herself. Yet it felt good to have somebody fussing over her for a change. A man showing tenderness - now that was a novelty! The best part was that he decided it was necessary to remove her chastity belt, exposing her sex to the open air for the first time in more than a week. Alex watched with evident interest as she cleaned herself vigorously with a damp cloth.

“I told the handlers that these plastic covers are not sanitary.” Kate said holding up the plastic moulding that had covered her pussy for the last week.

“Compared to what bunnies were getting up to on the beach, I think they are much healthier.” Alex retorted. “The things you bunnies had been sticking in your holes was quite disturbing. You, kate, were even photographed using the stump of tree branch!”

“And why did we do that?” Kate’s anger was beginning to boil up, as it so easily did when stressed. “...because of the drugs you feed us. That’s why! Sometimes I’m so desperate for a fuck I’d sit on a rusty pipe if I could get some relief! Even now my body is screaming for relief, though it’s the last thing I really want to do.”

She glanced towards Ray, in bed, wired up to various monitors, as if to explain the comment.

Master Alex dialled a number on the phone and made a brief request. A minute later a pussy-girl arrived with a long plastic box. He opened it and handed Kate a vibrator. “Would this be of any help? Maybe it will help you relax.”

She grumpily snatched it from his hand and ran into the adjacent en-suite bathroom.

“Leave the door open!” Master Alex called out just as she reached for the door handle.

He watched her take a kneeling position, knees spread wide, defiantly facing towards him as if to prove a point. With her sun-bleached blonde hair and pretty features, she suited the heavy leather collar around her neck; particularly with that look on her face as she took hold of the vibrator. Alex wondered why he’d never fucked her before.

After fiddling impatiently to locate the switch, the vibrator came to life, and so too did Kate’s body as she held it against her sex. With her eyes closed and mouth open she teased herself with the vibrating tip, her breathing becoming more urgent and ragged. Soon the vibrator had become the best substitute of a penis, plunged fully into her as if searching for some magical spot deep inside her belly. She bucked up and down repeatedly, abandoning any sense of self-control, her bountiful breasts bouncing with a life of their own.

Her first orgasm came - a dramatic and almost desperate thing - her moans echoed around the tiles walls, giving vent to the pent-up tension within her. Her paced slackened only briefly, as one hand reached up to grasp a breast, now moist with perspiration. Feeling for a nipple to play with, she found only the metal cap held on by a wire piercing the nipple. Not only did it protect her milk but denied her that fundamental woman’s pleasure. She tugged and twisted the nipple cap frustratedly but sensed how little joy it could yield.

By the time of bunny Kate's second orgasm, Alex could hold out no more. He simply had to get his hands on those breasts, for both of their sakes. While she continued masturbating, eyes still closed, mouth still open, he knelt behind her. His hands reached around to grasp her heavy breasts, squeezing them, digging his fingers into her flesh as if they were claws, whilst encouraging her to continue plunging herself with the vibrator. She came again, seemingly insatiable.

Master Alex lifted and dragged her to the toilet seat and laid her belly and breasts across its wooden lid. Taking each of her hands in turn, he fastened them into the handcuffs still dangling from the chain connected to her collar. Kate was too far gone to care what he did.

Spooning himself behind her, and lowering his pants to his knees, he pushed his rock-hard erection forcefully into her warm and damp sex... and she was glad to have it; that much was obvious. Holding a handful of her hair in his fist he forcefully pulled her head back so she had to face the tiled wall. His other hand was cupped under her chin, his fingers invading her mouth. She was eager to suck them as if needing a counterbalance to his cock impaling her at the other end.

Time and again Alex thrust within her, his momentum building, while their entwined position remained unaltered until the inevitable shuddering, convulsing and simultaneous climax.

Alex tenderly kissed and caressed her, before slowly lifting himself from Kate’s limp and sated body. Her hands were motionless, relaxed within their familiar cuffs. After using the phone to order tea for both of them, he retrieved Ray’s key-ring from the table next to the sedated patient’s bed. Kate heard the jangle of keys from behind her as Alex looked for the appropriate key for her cuffs. He didn’t find it. Switching on the shower and setting a lukewarm temperature, he pushed Kate, still handcuffed into the shower.

Two minutes later he came back holding out a large towel, inviting the refreshed, satisfied and thoroughly soaked Kate to step into it. He rubbed her down briskly with the towel as a parent might with a child. Kate loved it, but tried not to show it.

“Sorry that you can't dry yourself, it’s just that I couldn’t find the handcuff key on Ray’s keyring.” Alex apologized disingenuously, continuing to rub her. His hands were busy, thoroughly drying her pussy. “You wouldn’t happen to know what that key went?” Kate felt his hand press heavily against her sex as if attempting to squeeze out a reply.

“I’ve no idea,” Kate replied, bringing that line of questioning to a rapid conclusion. Dried off and feeling better than she had in a long time, Alex led Kate back to the main room, both guiltily relieved to observe that Ray remained sedated but stable.

LUCY

There was a gentle knock on the door. Without waiting for a response a pussy-girl entered the room with a tea tray.

Alex greeted her warmly. “Thank you lucy, please put the tray down over there.”

Lucy was all smiles and charm, her fine blonde hair pinned up, with wispy curls tousled downwards, sweetly framing her face. She was attired in an immaculate white dress with its tightly laced bodice and long full skirt. Although not big breasted, the bodice’s square cut decolletage shaped the top of her breasts into something most alluring, a sight not missed by Alex as she bent down to pour tea into the two cups.

Kate was kneeling on the marble floor, naked and secured in her chains. She gazed at the pussy-girl with mixed feelings, almost like envy.

“Did you remember the other thing I asked for?” Alex asked Lucy. Dipping two fingers between her uplifted and squeezed breasts she pulled out and handed him a small envelope, curtsied respectfully and slipped quietly from the room. Master Alex had seen how Kate was studying every move of the pussy-girl.

He opened the envelope and took out two small keys and gestured for Kate to come closer to his chair, to sit with her back to him. He unlocked not just her handcuffs but also the thick leather collar she had worn for months. Without the familiar feel of the collar Kate felt truly naked, though the significance of being divested of the collar was not lost on her.

They both took a sip of Earl Grey tea from the cups. “How would you like to become a pussy-girl, working here at The Lodge?” Alex asked. “You’ll need to be undergo training of course, but you’ll find it an improvement on your current status.”

Kate’s mind sprung into life. Out of Ray’s awful accident had come the opportunity she had been looking for. “Do I have a choice?”

“Absolutely. It’s impossible to be a pussy-girl against your will. That’s what bunnies are.” He said with an indulgent chuckle. He seemed surprised that Kate hadn’t figured that out. “It’s entirely your choice. Actually, I have in mind a special role for you, right here in the medical suite.”

Kate’s excitement at this suggestion was impossible to conceal. It meant she could continue to nurse Ray. “What do I have to do?” she said, trying hard to maintain a calm matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“You must dress like a pussy-girl, act like a pussy-girl and think like a pussy-girl. You’ve seen how they are always smiling, always obedient, and always trustworthy. I know that you bunnies think the pussy-girls have sold their souls to the devil, but the fact is they have a far better and more interesting life than the bunnies. I could set you a few tasks to test how you react to various situations. If that goes well you’ll have a few weeks aptitude and etiquette training, and then you’ll be a pussy-girl. You’ll love it, I’m sure.”

Master Alex made a good salesman, although Kate had already decided to buy! It was time to start thinking like a pussy-girl... if that wasn’t a contradiction in terms.

Leaning back, assuming the role of a psychoanalyst, Master Alex prepared to discuss something urgent with Kate. “Tell me what happened today, and don’t leave a damn thing out.”

She told him everything. How the ponygirls returned to the beach for help, and she and Nancy went to the spot where Ray had fallen. Giggling, she explained about her hitting the whipper controls. Then, about how she found Ray, first fearing that he was dead.

Kate sensed that Master Alex had set a trap for her. He’d seen the sling she made for Ray’s arm and was certain to know it was from a parachute. She decided to come clean, sensing he would already have deduced that there was an intruder on the island. It was a female journalist, she casually informed him, but couldn’t remember the name.

Master Alex’s questioning was not done. “Ray’s keys... what happened to them?”

Kate shifted nervously, still kneeling on the floor, aware of the nagging irritation from her stitches. “Nancy and I had to unlock ourselves otherwise we’d never have been about to lift Ray up. Nancy wanted to keep the keys but we - that journalist and I - managed to persuade her to let me take the keys and save her from getting in trouble. What’s the problem? I gave Kurt the set of keys.”

“All except one key. I discovered it was missing while we were in the bathroom. Could bunny nancy or the journalist have had time to remove a key from the ring?”

“I guess so. We all held the key ring for at least a few moments.”

Master Alex laughed. “It seems our journalist lady has made a great start to her stay with us. Jesus Christ, she’s already acquired a master key for everyone’s handcuffs! Our festival starts in two days so this is damn bad timing. She’ll get one hell of a story if we don’t find her.”

Showing newly acquired pussy-girl attitude, Kate agreed it really was bad timing, but it didn’t feel like her problem. She was yawning, exhausted, sexually and emotionally drained by the events of the day. At any moment she expected to be collected by a handler and chained up in a cell, or perhaps even find herself being abused in a stranger’s bed. But her thoughts were preempted.

“Would you like to sleep in that bed tonight,” Master Alex asked pointing to the adjacent bed in the room. “I need to stay up a while, get some work done on the computer, and monitor Ray’s progress for a few hours. I’ll wake you up early and you can watch him while I get a little sleep.”

He must have read her mind, though the way she had being eyeing up that comfortable bed for the last couple of hours, it wasn’t difficult. Beckoning her to where he sat, he told her to turn around, and put handcuffs on her wrists. She laid out on the bed and Master Alex covered her with a sheet.

Suddenly, just before her brain shut down for the night, something came back to her. “I remember the name now. Galtz, I think... Yeah, Karen Galtz.”

Master Alex smiled. “Hah! I know that name from somewhere.” He seemed highly amused by that news.

He dimmed the lights and Kate was asleep in moments.

It was a distance of two miles from the scene of Ray’s accident to the bunny camp on the beach. As they walked slowly along the trail Karen tried to make up for hitting Nancy on the head and putting her back in the cuffs, but there really wasn’t anything she could do except apologize again. Nancy grudgingly accept. She was curious to know how and why the journalist came to Rabbit Island.

“You’ve a tattoo of a rabbit on your inner thigh, haven’t you?” Karen stated.

“That’s true. We all have, and a number too.”

“There was a woman in the news recently. She had suffered a major memory loss and nobody has yet identified her.”

“...and she had a tattoo like mine?”

“Yes, similar. It’s definitely a rabbit design. I interviewed her myself and she showed it to me.”

“So how did you know about this place? Surely we are somewhere in the middle of the South Asia Sea.”

“Let’s just say I have a few connections with people who know about places like as this.”

“So what’s your point?” Nancy pressed. “You already know that she came from or passed through here. You don’t seem to want to help us escape, so why exactly are you here?”

“To see if it is true. To find out if they are amputating the arms from their ponygirls.”

Nancy stopped walking, dead in her tracks. “That’s crazy. You’ve seen the ponygirls for yourself. There are definitely arms in those harnesses. The people running this place may have some perverted ideas about sex and power but they are not crazy. They take good care of their ponygirls.”

“I’m glad for your sake. If that’s true, I’ll take some photographs around the island tomorrow and then I’m out of here.”

“By parachute?” Nancy joked.

“Fast powerboat actually. I chartered one to collect me at the jetty at midnight tomorrow. I still have a few other places to check out.”

“What? Other places like this?”

“Of course. You didn’t think this place was unique did you? I’ve heard it said that this is one of the better slave islands. Did you know that in some places they keep their girls in small cages, in dark basement cells? Other slavery organizations think Rabbit Island is a joke, far too soft, what with the bunnies, ponies and pussies.”

“You seem to know an awful lot.” Nancy said, treating Karen’s claims with scepticism. “How did you come to know so much about this sordid business?”

“Well, as you know I’m a journalist and I’ve always had a consuming interest in sex. A few years ago I got my first assignment covering the sex movie industry, I knew instantly I’d found my niche. That assignment was about ‘fluffers’. That’s what they call the women off-stage who keep the actors’ dicks hard when they make gang-bang movies. I decided to learn about it first hand, if you know what I mean...

“I wrote other articles about prostitution, sex clubs, weird fetishes... you name it! One time I had an article to do on glamour modelling and that led me into a bondage modelling shoot. The photographer persuaded me that I should let him tie me up for a double shot with the model. Well... I loved it. The next day I went back there and got tied up myself, and my pictures started to appear on the internet. The rope and gags turned me on so much I would have done the modelling for free. I’ve been tied up in so many different ways I’ve lost count...

“Next, I answered an internet ad from a Dom who was looking for a legal 24/7 slave. I’d seen a lot about such things and thought it would make a good story. So we signed a contract with a specialist lawyer and I did a three month stint as a real sex slave. The only condition was that I finished the three months without injury or disfigurement. That gave him an awful lot of latitude and he took it. Sometimes it was heaven and sometimes it was pure hell, but it was something I’ll never forget...

“By that stage I had my own syndicated magazine column and all sorts of gossip, information and contacts started to come my way. I started to learn about the existence of places like this...

“My last assignment was a two week visit to a human pony farm in England. They were such nice people and it was great fun, but I thought it was ruined when the ponies were allowed to go to the pub with their masters in the evening. That’s not what being a ponygirl is all about. The ponygirls on Rabbit Island are so much better!”

“But they are non-consensual!” Nancy objected.

“Exactly! And that is what allows them to fully experience being a human pony.”

Nancy looked at the visitor as if she was mad. “I have an idea. Why don’t you take my place on the island? You can have the full Rabbit Island bunny experience and I’ll return to the States!”

“I would, honey, but I’m just too busy. I have publishing deadlines to meet. Besides, Rabbit Island doesn’t accept consensuals any longer.”

Karen was one of those people who think there’s something wrong if two people were together but not talking. “Nancy, what’s your favorite position?” she said excitedly.

“For sex?” Nancy queried.

“For bondage! You must have been tied up lots of ways since you arrived here. Which one do you like most?”

Nancy paused. She thought of the one she disliked least. “Ball-tie. Tied up in a neat little bundle and left alone in peace!”

Karen was quick to offer her preference. “Me, I like a hog-tie. Rope of course. Elbows tied and touching. Ankles all the way back to my wrists, and with a crotch rope naturally.”

“Naturally!” Nancy repeated with a smirk. The normal bunny conversations were bad enough for the likes of Nancy, but this woman was even worse.

“And I have to be gagged too!” Karen continued excitedly. “A ballgag, but not too large...and I prefer to be on the floor because I always worry about falling off a bed while I’m squirming around.”

Despite, or perhaps because of, Karen’s incessant conversation the walk back to the cabin seemed to take longer than Nancy expected.

Nancy made the introductions to the other bunnies. There seemed to be more and more reasons to hate the journalist: Self obsessed, arrogant, condescending, insensitive and violent! Although her handcuffs prevented her from touching it Nancy was convinced that there was a large bump on the side of her head.

While Ms Galtz held court over the other six bunnies, revelling in their fawning attention and admiration, Nancy sat a few yards away from the group, thinking of other matters as she often did. There was one thing about Karen that Nancy really, really liked. She had a speedboat taking her off Rabbit Island tomorrow night.

When Ray was taken to the medical suite with Kate in close attendance, ponygirls Jessica and Debbie were led to the paddock area, still pulling the vacant trap behind them. Riccardo had invited the assembled guests to inspect his ponies, Linda and Karita, at close quarters.

The half a dozen men and women approached the ponygirls almost in awe, hands tentatively touching the the numerous straps of the harnesses that securely embraced the ponygirls. Secure too, because of the six small padlocks that prevented their unauthorized removal. Some guests liked to caress their heads, still fixed with the bridle, as if petting an animal. Others liked to feel and admire the impressive muscularity of the ponygirl’s sleek thighs, while others could not resist tugging on the rings in her nipples and labia, marvelling at well adapted to the rings the pony’s flesh had become.

Throughout it all, despite their aching arms, tired legs, and smarting buttocks, the ponygirls remained noble and impassive, just as they were trained. Whilst much of the groping might not have been to a ponygirl’s taste, the compliments most certainly were. There weren’t many lady visitors to Rabbit Island who did not harbour a wistful desire to be a pony themselves, if only for a fleeting moment.

Riccardo led the orphaned ponygirls Jessica and Debbie to their tack room. Despite his kindly gestures he never said a word to them, though he could tell how troubled they were by the day’s events. They seemed unable to keep still as Riccardo unlocked the remaining padlocks from their harnesses. As was the driver’s custom he only released one of the ponies’ harnesses, leaving her remove her own bridle and bit and also unbuckle the other.

Jessica and Debbie walked into the main room of their quarters each carrying a large armful of leather straps which they dropped onto the floor next to a large table. Both were naked, as always when not in harness, and each had her pony’s tail still swishing against her thighs as natural as if it were the real thing. For sanitary reasons they kept their tail/butt-plugs in place until they reached the bathroom.

It was a long and anxious wait for news on how their pony driver was doing. Pussy-girl Lucy gave them the best report later that evening.

“I just took some tea to the medical suite. Ray is doing okay. He’s injured but they say it’s nothing to worry about. Master Alex and bunny kate are doing okay too.” She added mischievously.

The meaning of the pussy-girl’s words wasn’t lost on Jessica. Her best friend and Master Alex had been working together. She was pleased for Kate, yet couldn’t stop herself from feeling jealous. Jealous of both of them. She hated herself for it, and hated being left on the periphery of events. Ponygirls were always so close to the action but were seldom at the centre of it. Everything happened just outside of their blinkered vision. It was as if they were constantly shielded from human affairs.

A dark cloud had blown in and settled above her. Not even her fellow ponygirls could lift Jessica from the depression she had fallen into. She and Debbie sat diligently cleaning their harnesses as they did every night, but the conversation of six off-duty ponygirls wasn’t full of the normal joking and teasing.

“What you need,” Debbie declared, putting down her newly cleaned boot, “is a good, hard fuck!”

Jessica laughed. She hadn’t had sex with a man or a woman for five days. No wonder she was feeling frustrated. “Yeah, I can never find one when I need one. Can I order one from room-service?”

They all laughed and carried on with the polishing. Her joke may have made the mood a little lighter but Jessica’s blues remained.

Soon after the ponygirls had finished polishing their tack Erik appeared outside the barred door that connected the pony quarters with the Lodge. He had a piece of paper in his hand, reading it to himself while looking over the group of naked ponygirls.

“Jessica needs a good hard fuck!” Ponygirl Linda called out to him.

Flushed with embarrassment, Jessica slapped her on the arm. “Shush! You are such a troublemaker!”

Erik smirked, and continued to study the paper.

“Okay, Linda and karita. You’ll be doing a little double act, a pussy-girl will be along shortly to dress you. Debbie, you’ll be having a lot of fun. You like needles and clamps, don’t you? And Jessica... come with me now.

She stood up, walked the few yards to the vertical-barred door where Erik waited. She turned around so her back was against the bars. In the door was a square gap in the bars at waist height. Jessica held her hands together behind her and felt the click of Erik’s handcuffs around them. He blindfolded her, just as she expected. She turned again to face the bars as Erik instructed. He clipped the ends of a thick chain to her nipple rings, creating a shallow arc of chain between them. Jessica could feel its weight pulling down on her nipples. “Just a little decorative touch. Or maybe something to hold on to you by.” Erik explained.

The barred door opened briefly and Jessica was removed. Erik held her firmly by the elbow, and escorted her along familiar corridors. She recognised the echoes of the walls and the feel of the flooring, whether it was marble, flagstone, or wood veneer. Like all the other bunnies and ponies she’d never seen these corridors because they were always blindfolded when walking through them. She always wondered what it was they didn’t want her to see. The answer would be a disappointment.

Erik took Jessica outside into the sultry night air, much to her surprise. It was noisy with crickets chirping as it invariably was.

“Will this one be okay?” Erik asked somebody.

“Looks alright to me,” said a husky voice. He sounded like a large man.

“She’s a ponygirl. Nice strong body. Good temperament, but she will fight back and escape if she gets half a chance.

“No problem. I like ‘em with a bit of fight in them.”

Jessica felt his hand grip her arm as Erik’s had done, but with twice the strength.

They were walking on the grass. Not strolling, but at a purposeful pace. “What’s your name?” Jessica asked the stranger.

“Did I say you could speak, bitch?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Master.”

Jessica started to be concerned about the stranger. The further away from The Lodge they got the tighter was the grip on her arm. She guessed they were at the far end of the back lawn, near the spread-eagle and suspension frames.

Suddenly he grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing hard for his own pleasure. His thumbs rubbed coarsely over her nipples, while the chain than connected her nipple rings rattled in response to his rough handling.

“On your knees!"

Jessica complied immediately and heard the unzipping of the man’s pants.

“Open your mouth!”

She did so, and was not surprised by what was soon pushing past her lips, making her open her mouth even wider to accommodate it.

“Cock-sucking whore.” he muttered, as if involuntarily. “Keep sucking bitch.”

Jessica, half scared and half-excited by this new encounter, did as she was told, even as the thick penis continued to grow within her. His large hand pressed on the back of her head pushing her into his crotch. His other hand held the nipple chain and had it wrapped around his fist, pulling violently on Jessica’s nipples.

Suddenly he pulled Jessica off his cock and pushed her to the ground. Handcuffed and blindfolded, it wasn’t a fair fight as he wrestled her onto her belly, then sat astride her, his weight grinding her pelvis into the grass. Jessica kicked backwards with her legs, determined to at least put up a fight. The man laughed, enjoying her struggling beneath him.

“Whoa! They said you were a feisty one!”

“I don’t... like... being... raped.” Jessica grunted out.

"Maybe you just like to fight beforehand? Then you don’t feel so guilty.”

“Bullshit!”

He took one of her ankles, wrapped it with rope and tied it to an iron ring which was cemented into the ground for that very purpose. Her other ankle received the same treatment leaving them spread well apart. The man’s hand found her sex exposed and inviting. His thick fingers probed, brushing against the labia rings. They came out wet. He wiped them across Jessica’s bare buttocks.

“Can you feel that? That’s your juice. You love it like this.” He spanked her buttocks several times with hard stinging blows.

“You fucking bastard!”

He laughed, not in the least upset or annoyed by her outbursts. It was all part of their fight as far as he was concerned. To her surprise she felt him unlocking her handcuffs, which prompted another round of wrestling as he tied her wrists to the other spread-eagle securing points.

Jessica was left cursing and struggling frustratedly against the ropes, which were slack enough for her to raise herself up on her hands and knees but were still inescapable.

“It’s been nice talking to you, but now it’s time to make love, or rape, if you prefer. Would you like to open your mouth for a gag now, or shall I make you open it?”

She opened up and immediately felt a rubber ball passing between her lips. The man tugged deliberately hard as he buckled the strap behind her head. Pegged out on the ground like a helpless sacrificial lamb Jessica waited, trembling in anticipation, as the man got ready to take her.

And take her, he did, for the next half hour. Neither her vagina nor her ass was spared as his oversized member thrust deep into her belly. The more she struggled the more he seemed to like it; and the harder he became, the harder he pushed. By the end of his assault Jessica was flattened out on the grass, exhausted, with his heavy body resting like a conquering power on top of her.

She needed a good hard fuck and she’d got one. And yes, she did feel better for it, although the sleeping body on top of her was beginning to feel awfully heavy. Almost as heavy as her heart.

End of Chapter 5
(comments and suggestions welcome!)