****** The Shortcut by knee_h ******
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The Shortcut


Part 1

The walk back from the club was long, dark, and cold. The girls stopped at the
gates to the disused mill. They could cut their journey time by half if they
cut through the derelict complex. Ever since the age of fourteen when they had
been old enough to go out by themselves, they had been told to steer clear of
the old mill, and they always had. Now, aged eighteen they were about to break
the rule.

Sam -- dark bob, tight black ankle length skirt split almost to the thigh,
white cropped top, pierced bellybutton with silver belly chain, patent black
strappy stiletto shoes -- was cold and depressed. Rob, her date had showed up
late, ignored her, and left early with another girl. She just wanted to get
home. The alcohol was turning her head from a joyous party to a dull thudding.
Cutting through the mill seemed like a good idea.

Emma - blonde hair in a high ponytail, silver satin halter top, black leather
wrap mini skirt, black leather knee boots, cropped leather bomber jacket - was
warmer than her friend, and the alcohol was still flowing freely through her
veins. She had a man to go home to, and she was feeling horny as hell. Cutting
through the mill seemed like a good idea to her as well.

Jack knew his security guard job was a waste of time. No-one could vandalise
the mill as all the windows had been smashed years ago. There was nothing left
to steal either, but still his bosses insisted he man his security hut
throughout the hours of darkness. But things could be worse he decided sinking
back into his chair. It gave him time to fuel his extreme sexual fantasises
away from his wife who did not approve of anything more than the missionary
position once a month. He used the mill address to receive mail order books and
magazines. Occasionally he would treat himself to a video. All would concern
the domination of women. The more severe the punishment, the more embarrassing
the humiliation the better as far as he was concerned. He loved to read
catalogues of products, deciding in his own mind which cuff or collar, which
whip or crop, which clamp or strap would be best for the fantasises rushing
through his head. Sometimes he would buy a piece of equipment, just for the
pleasure of having it. Nothing too expensive on his meagre wage, but even so he
was surprised at the number of items he had locked in his cupboard.

Leon barked two gruff barks as he saw the girls walking through the rubble
towards his master's hut. Jack lurched out of his chair, throwing "Leather
Teens" on to his desk, his hard-on fading in his trousers. His Alsatian never
barked unless he was disturbed. More normally he would not hear or see Leon
until daybreak. Jack picked up his torch and moved to the door. He saw the
women walking within yards of his door. Despite the darkness he also
immediately picked out the curves of their bodies, the glint of jewelry and the
shine of leather.

At the same time, the girls saw Jack. Sam groaned and knew they had made a
mistake taking the short cut. Emma, still in the party mood started walking
towards the security hut, blurting out apologies and giggling as she went. Sam
followed her reluctantly. "You ladies had better come in here this minute"
shouted Jack, surprised at how commanding his voice sounded. The girls walked
up the stairs past him. The blonde haired one flashed her eyes flirtatiously
and smiled, the brunette gave him a withering look and followed her friend into
the hut. Jack beckoned Leon into the hut, followed him in, and bolted the door
behind him.

Jack found himself staring at Emma's leather skirt and boots as she walked
straight to his desk. He glanced up as Emma said "so you like girls in leather
do you"? He smiled, and then grimaced as he saw her leafing through the
magazine he had hastily thrown onto his desk. She was smirking at him. Sam
looked up annoyed. Jack hated this. Why should his quiet night of fantasy and
furious masturbation be disturbed? And why, when it is disturbed by two very
sexy girls should they turn our to be such cocky bitches? His angry thoughts
were disturbed by Sam. "Her mother doesn't like her going out in that outfit
you know. She's always worried that her daughter will look a tart."

"Maybe that is what you both are" retorted Jack. Sam sprang up from the chair,
rushing forward as if to slap Jack. Leon stepped between them, his teeth bared.
"How dare you say that! You don't even know me" shouted Sam. "No. I don't. But
you are on my ground, disturbing my time. Maybe it is a good chance to get to
know you..." sneered Jack, and as an afterthought added, "...and your nosy
friend." With that, Jack reached over the still glowering Leon and grabbed Sam
by the arm. He whirled her round, grabbing her other arm and pushing her face
down on to the sofa. Sam's scream was muffled as her face was forced into the
cushion. Emma shouted and rushed forward, but Leon moved to bar her path.
"Right!" stated Jack. "That's enough! If you make a move or a sound, Leon will
attack you, and I will not call him off until your face is unrecognizable. Do
you understand?"

Emma nodded, but stood defiantly with her hands on hips, her jacket tucked
behind her. Her leather boots and skirt giving her a dominant air. Jack could
feel his cock stirring in his trousers. He was still pinning Sam on to the
sofa, and this was adding to his arousal. He bound her wrists behind her back
with his leather belt, and pushed her away from him. "What do you want?" Sam
moaned. "I want to use you for my pleasure. I want to be able to do, what I
spend every night just thinking about. You might enjoy it. If you don't, it
won't worry me. In fact it will just heighten my pleasure. Is that clear?" Sam
moaned into the cushion. "You sicko" shouted Emma, and started running towards
Jack. Leon stood to attention, immediately barring her way, snarling and
growling as he did. Emma stopped. Sam was crying. "Don't let that dog hurt you"
she whimpered. "I'm not afraid of dogs" snapped Emma, annoyed that her friend
was such a coward.

"Does that imply that you are afraid of dogs, my dear" Jack said as he bent
down to whisper in Sam's ear, his left hand cupping her breast, his right
stroking her bare leg through the split in her skirt. "Do you not like my
trusty Leon? He will do anything I say, and I mean anything. Would you like to
be his plaything? His bitch?" Sam cowered beneath him, his voice as repellent
as his touch.

"Just leave her," shouted Emma, her voice still sounding impressively calm and
in control. "You are just a mouthy cow" replied Jack moving towards his "toy"
cupboard. He unlocked it, swung the doors open and stared at the pleasures
within. This will sort you out he thought reaching inside. Jack turned to Emma
brandishing a riding crop in his right hand, and what looked like a number of
leather straps in his left. He marched over to her and levelled the crop at her
throat. "Leave your skirt and boots on, but take all your other clothes off."
Emma opened her mouth to respond, and Jack jabbed the crop at her throat. She
began to cough as Jack said, "Just do what I ask. It's really very simple."

Emma began to undress slowly. Her jacket fell to the floor and Jack was
delighted to see a silver metal arm cuff like a chrome snake wind its way round
her upper arm. It was a piece of jewellery popular with trendy clubbers, and
one he always admired, but usually from afar. Now he was going to be closer
than he ever imagined. "Come on, everything now. Don't be shy" as he tapped the
crop against his leg. Slowly Emma unfastened her top revealing pert bra-less
breasts and dropped it to the floor. She stopped and stared at Jack, who stared
back and raised his crop again. Emma looked to the floor and pulled her modest
knickers down revealing a glimpse of neatly trimmed pussy before stretching her
skirt back down as far as she could. She then stood upright staring icily at
Jack.

"Perfect" he purred as he looked at the nubile teenager, naked except for knee
length black leather boots, a very tight short black leather skirt, and her arm
cuff. "Not quite so talkative now, are you?" he questioned "but I still don't
want to risk you making a noise, so I have another surprise for you." Jack
stepped quickly behind Emma who saw the leather straps in front of her face too
late. "Open wide" he said pushing the two inch diameter rubber ring into her
mouth, forcing it as wide as it could possibly go, before wedging it behind her
teeth. In a flash he fastened the thick straps behind her head. Emma moaned - a
scream was impossible - and started writhing around. The riding crop struck her
buttock with such a force it knocked her onto the floor, her skin burning under
the force.

Jack's face was next to hers instantly. She glimpsed more straps out of the
corner of her eye, as she felt something cold around her neck. "A posture
collar next I think" he muttered to no one in particular, as he pushed the five
inch tall solid leather collar around the lovely neck in front of him. He
pulled the four straps as tight as he could. Emma felt her breath being
restricted and began to panic. "Breath calmly and naturally my dear, and you
will be fine. Struggle and you will not be able to breath" Jack reassured. More
straps as Jack tightened heavy cuffs around her wrists, ankles and just above
her knees. A large chain was thrown over the central roof beam of the shed, and
Jack hauled Emma to he feet. He pulled her arms above her, fastened the wrist
cuffs together, and then fastened the chain round the cuffs. He pulled on the
other end of the chain until Emma was stood almost on tip-toes, and tied the
chain off to leave her not quite dangling. Jack then fitted sturdy wooden poles
between the cuffs on her ankles and above her knees which forced her legs wide
apart.

"You do look a picture" he said, "In fact..." his voice trailed off as he
turned to his cupboard and re-emerged with a Polaroid camera. Emma grimaced in
pain and embarrassment as the flash filled the room with light. "Let me tell
you what you are modelling for us tonight. The collar is designed to keep your
head upright and looking straight ahead, no matter what is happening to you.
The cuffs are finest leather with unburstable buckles, so there is no escape
there, and finally, the piece de resistance, the ring gag. This makes sure you
don't make a sound, but unlike a normal gag, still allows me to put what ever I
want into the wearer's mouth. Do you like that principle? It also stretches
your mouth wide open to give you a permanently astonished look, and because it
fits behind your teeth, there is no way for you to spit it out. Wonderful don't
you think?" Jack took another picture, this time a close up of her wide open
mouth, just as if to emphasise his comments.

He turned from the dangling form, to the huddled one on the floor. "Now my
dear, tell me your name," he said, tapping her arse with his crop. "Sam," came
the timid reply, "please don't hurt me."

"I'll repeat again," said Jack impatiently, "Do as I say and you will be fine."
He hauled her to the floor and untied her wrists. "Now take your clothes off.
Everything except your shoes and that lovely waist chain." Sobbing, Sam stood
up and began to slowly undress. Her ample breasts swaying ever so slightly as
she balanced on one stiletto heel to step out of her skirt. "Your knickers too"
Jack said, tapping lightly between her thighs with his crop. "No, please..."
started Sam, to be silenced by Jack ripping her knickers away from her body
with one swift movement. "Stand up, and let me look at you." Sam obeyed -
slowly. She had a fuller figure than her friend, but one that Jack found just
as attractive. He reached into his cupboard and gave Sam a studded leather dog
collar. It was the same as Leon wore. "Put this on."

"No, I can't..." Jack brought his crop down hard on Sam's left breast, just
catching the nipple. She yelped in pain, looking up at Jack wide eyed. "Just do
as I say you silly bitch." Sam took the collar. It felt heavy and cold. She put
it round her neck and fumbled with the buckle. "As tight as it will go" Jack
instructed. Sam threaded the strap through the buckle and pulled tight. She
could not believe what she was doing. Jack passed her a chain with a loop on
one end, and a clip on the other. "Fasten this to your collar." Sam realised it
was a dog lead. Reluctantly she clipped it to her neck. "Now on your hands and
knees."

Jack led Sam round to where her friend was tied. He unwrapped Emma's skirt,
exposing her. "Let me see you lick her pussy" he said. Before Sam could say
anything, Jack brought his crop down on her exposed arse, leaving a red mark,
and immediately striking her again. Sam crawled forward and raised her head
between her friend's wide open legs. She paused, and the crop struck her again.
She knew she had no choice. She began licking her friend's pussy lips. She
could taste the bitter juices. As her tongue touched Emma's clitoris, Sam felt
her friend shudder slightly. Surely she can't be getting turned on? Sam paused,
and the crop struck her thighs this time. She jolted forward, burying her nose
in her friend's trim pubic hair. "Now that looks more like it," came the
sarcastic comment from behind. As she continued to lick away, the shudders from
her friend became more frequent. Jack saw this too, and moving behind Emma, he
began to run the end of his crop up and down her thighs, before moving it
slowly and deliberately between her buttocks. Soon he was fondling her anus,
and despite the moans of disapproval from Emma's gagged mouth, he knew she was
aroused. He angled the crop and began to push the end inside the tight back
passage. Emma was trying to move away, but her bondage prevented anything more
than a slight sway in any direction. When Jack guessed that he had pushed the
crop in far enough for her sphincter muscles to grip it of their own accord, he
moved away.

He was so aroused. His erection felt like it was going to burst all the veins
in his cock if it was not satisfied soon. Jack climbed onto the desk in front
of the girls and unzipped his trousers. His crotch was around the same height
as Emma's face. He loosened the chains stretching her arms towards the ceiling,
and simultaneously pulled her head forwards with her pony tail. Emma's eyes
bulged in horror as his erect cock slid through the rubber ring of her gag into
her warm, unprotected mouth. When his balls were resting on her chin, he
stopped pulling her forwards, but still kept a firm hold on her hair. He began
to fuck her mouth, alternately pushing his hips back and forwards, or holding
still and dragging her mouth onto him, using her ponytail. His cock was being
stimulated by the back of her mouth, as well as being lightly gripped by the
gag. As Jack wondered whether he was merely in her mouth, or actually pushing
his cock down Emma's throat, he felt the first involuntary shudder of his
approaching orgasm. He groaned as he felt his pent up spunk well from his
balls. Where to come? he wondered, and with that lewd thought he spurted great
wads of hot come into Emma's stretched mouth. Her head moved back, but he was
still coming, and he aimed his come at her nose, cheeks and chin.

The relief was incredible, but he knew he had to maximise this moment. He
grabbed his Polaroid and began taking shot after shot of his spunk covering
Emma's face. He could see his come lining her mouth, and it was running down
her nose and chin onto her bare breasts. He was surprised to see the look in
her eyes was one nearer pleasure, than the anger he expected. Then he looked
down. Sam was still licking away, and from the sheen of juices on her face, and
Emma's inner thighs, it was clear that Sam was satisfying her friend. Jack
jumped off the desk and walked behind Emma. His hand reached for the riding
crop handle, it's end still clasped tightly by Emma's tight arsehole. "Keep
tonguing her pussy, you lesbian whore" Jack growled at Sam as he began to pump
the riding crop in and out. He reached up, pinching Emma's right nipple between
his thumb and fore finger. Strangled cries were coming from Emma's stretched
mouth. The pleasure from her friend's wiry tongue on her clit was delightful,
she knew that. What seemed peculiar to her was the pleasure seemed intensified
by the pain of the crop thrusting in and out of her arse, and the crushing grip
on her nipple. She wanted to scream and thrash about, but the gag and leather
straps prevented either. She was going to come, and it was going to be a
shattering orgasm, made all the more exciting by the fact it was administered
by her best friend and a total stranger, while she was totally helpless.

The moment Jack felt Emma's body go tense with her shattering orgasm, he let go
of the crop and reached for his camera. The tunnel vision of the camera view
finder seemed to highlight the things he so liked to look at in his magazines.
The red marks around her nipple. The leather straps tight around her limbs. The
crop jutting out of her arse like some bizarre tail. He pulled her wrist chains
tight again, hauling her arms back towards the ceiling.

He pulled Sam's head away from her friend's crotch and took some pictures of
her face coated in pussy juice and her own saliva. The girl looked bewildered
by what she had just done. Jack could feel his cock begin to stir again as she
looked at him, her eyes seemingly huge in bewilderment, the heavy leather
collar round her neck, a stark contrast with her pure, pale skin. "Now it's
your turn" Jack smiled as perverted thoughts rushed through his mind. "Remain
on your hands and knees and bring me my crop" he instructed Sam. She looked
around the room. "No, you know exactly where it is, now go and get it." Sam
grimaced and began to crawl behind her friend. She turned to Jack "I can't
crawl, and carry the crop."

"Use your mouth" came the abrupt reply. Sam stopped with her head level with
her friend's arse. She opened her mouth and then stopped. "Do it" Jack hissed.
Sam's teeth gripped the crop at a point she estimated to be about halfway down
its length, and began pulling. She could not believe how tightly the crop was
squeezed by Emma's arse. Emma was squirming in her bonds and moaning. Jack's
erection was nearly full. He had never recovered so quickly. As the crop broke
free of its hold, Emma jerked her body involuntary and Sam lost her grip on the
crop. It fell to the floor, she stared at it. She could tell from the shine on
its length how far it had been forced into Emma. From the leather loop at the
end, almost eight inches of the shaft showed distinct evidence of bodily
contact. Sam sobbed at the thought. A boyfriend had once tried to touch her
arse with his finger and she had slapped him. It had hurt and been so
embarrassing. What on earth must such a length have felt like? As she stared up
at her friend swaying in her bonds, she was brought back to the predicament
facing her by a swift boot to her behind. Her yelp was drowned out by Jack
looming over and shouting "You silly bitch, you couldn't even do that! Pick it
up with your mouth.... at the shitty end. I want to see you lick and suck your
friend's mess off my crop.

Sam slowly lowered her face to the floor, but she could not bring herself to
open her mouth. Jack twisted her hair with his fist, pulling her head up. He
reached down, picked the crop up, and thrust the end into Sam's mouth. She
tried to clamp her teeth together, but he was too quick, and she gagged as the
crop hit the back of her throat. "Now suck" she was told. She let her lips
close round the crop and hesitatingly began sucking. "Hold it just there" said
Jack, reaching once more for his camera. "Now move it in and out of your mouth
as if it were a cock." Sam obeyed slowly. "Tell me where you last saw that
crop" Jack enquired. Sam's eye were wide open, embarrassed and humiliated. "Go
on" she was encouraged. "Up Emma's arse" she whispered, without taking the crop
from her mouth. Emma was staring down at her friend, scarcely able to believe
her eyes. Her body had almost gone numb from the numerous tight bounds. She
wondered if her mouth would ever close properly again, the gag was stretching
her so far.

"Right." Jack's shout snapped both girls back to the reality of the situation.
"Sam's turn to orgasm now" he said. Sam collapsed onto the floor, dropping the
crop. "Noooo!" she moaned. "Yes" came the simple reply. Jack picked her lead
up, and half marched, half dragged her to the centre of the room and positioned
her on her hands and knees. He pushed her head down and pulled her thighs
apart. "Don't cause me trouble" he said. "Look at your friend now, all quiet
and tied up because she would not behave. You don't want that too do you?" Sam
shook her head at Jack. "Do you know what sexual position this is known as?"
Sam nodded and said "Doggie style," and in that exact same moment she realised
what was going to happen.

Leon walked to Jack's side and began sniffing Sam's raised up arse. His rough
tongue lapped at her thigh, before working its way between her thighs. She
screamed and clamped her legs together. Jack smacked her arse. "I have decided.
If you try to move, or make a sound, then I will continue to punish your
friend. Let Leon have his pleasure, and I will not harm Emma. If you refuse
him, Emma will be punished, and Leon will still have his way. The choice is
yours. I am going to start her punishment now, to show I mean it." With that,
Jack walked to his desk and picked up two office bulldog clips He approached
Emma who attempted to scream from behind her gag. He sucked on her left nipple
as hard as he could, rewarded with a slight hardening. He attached the clip,
its stainless steel jaws biting into the tender flesh, almost squeezing her
nipple flat. Emma's body bucked and writhed against the leather straps, her
breath coming in gasps from her tortured mouth. Jack repeated the operation on
her right nipple, and stood back to admire his handy work.

Sam was staring up from the floor, her thighs still clamped together. Leon
stood patiently behind her. Jack walked to his toy cupboard. "I mean it!" he
threatened, reaching inside for his next piece of equipment. He walked behind
Emma with an inflatable butt plug, and without pausing he thrust the dry rubber
into Emma's arse, still sore from the crop. This time Emma's body thrust
forward, but her bonds were unbreakable. Emma's mind was whirling. She could
not stand this torture, but equally she could not stand to see her friend be
raped by a dog. Pain deep inside her arse was followed by Jack shouting to Sam.
"Every time I pump this plug, it grows in diameter. It starts six inches long,
and one inch in diameter. It can go to six inches in diameter, by which point I
think she would need stitches to repair her arse. Do you want to let that
happen?" Another squeeze, and a shriek came deep from within Emma's throat.

Sam shook her head and parted her thighs. Leon began lapping away, his rough
tongue licking from her arsehole to her pussy lips. As the dog continued to
stimulate her pussy, almost unbelievably Sam sensed her own wetness adding to
the dog's saliva. Instinctively she parted her thighs further, a movement which
did not go unnoticed by Jack, or indeed by Emma. Jack watched for a couple of
minutes before clicking his fingers. Leon stopped his tonguing, peering up at
his master inquisitively. Jack waved and Leon began to walk to him. Sam raised
her head, shock and bewilderment across her face. "Roll" commanded Jack,
clicking his fingers again. Leon rolled onto his back, his paws flapping wide
of his muscular body. Jack walked to Sam and picked up the lead still attached
to her collar. He jerked her neck forward. "Now bitch, pleasure Leon like he
has just done for you."

Sam felt her mouth go dry the instant she realised what Jack was suggesting.
"No, I can't" she whined. "Yes, you can, and you will" Jack replied pushing her
head down into the belly of his dog. He reached past her and parted the fur to
reveal the dog's cock beginning to bulge upwards. Sam refused to open her
mouth, now only an inch away from the meaty looking cock, her head being forced
down by Jack's hand pressing on the top of her head. "Your friend's butt plug
has already had two pumps, shall I give it another couple?" Jack enquired. Sam
moaned, knowing that her friend had already suffered far more than she had. She
reluctantly opened her mouth, and Jack's hand pushed her head onto the dog's
cock. It tasted hot and salty, but not as dreadful as she expected. The cock
became fully erect inside her mouth almost immediately, threatening to make her
gag if it went any deeper inside. "Now suck" she was told. Sam let her lips
close round the cock and began to slowly move her head back and forwards. The
taste in her mouth became more salty, and she felt the wide knot at the base of
the cock swelling, pressing against her chin.

Jack tightened his grip on Sam's hair and pulled her head back, a thread off
saliva stringing from her bottom lip to Leon's cock. Jack clicked his fingers,
and Leon leapt up, his cock jutting out from beneath his belly. Jack pushed
Sam's head towards the floor, in doing so her arse raised up, Sam now assuming
the position she was in before. Leon knew what to do, quickly moving behind
her, and then mounting her crouched form Sam moaned as she felt the hot tip of
his cock brush her pussy lips, before he jerked forward, thrusting his cock
deep inside her. Sam felt all the breath rush out of her body as she was
speared by the dog. She had never taken anything near as big or as fast inside
her before, and although she was horrified by what was happening, her pussy
juices were beginning to lubricate the dog's cock. Seeming to sense this, Leon
moved forward again, this time forcing his knot into the tight pussy beneath
him. Sam screamed as this second wave of penetration stretched her pussy beyond
imagination.

The girl and dog were now locked together. Jack could not believe he was seeing
this act he had fantasised about for so long. He had to relieve his
frustrations again, so he walked over to Emma. She was still stretched tight in
her straps, gagged, collared and cuffed. Her arse stretched as wide as her
friend's pussy, her nipples savagely trapped between metal jaws. She looked at
him pleadingly, his come now dry on her face. He smiled and reached up,
unfastening the chain attached to the ceiling. Emma's arms fell down, limp from
being stretched for so long. He pulled her over his desk, this time grabbing
her wrists and pulling her forward so she was bent into a right angle. He threw
the chain over the front of his desk, onto the floor, and underneath his desk,
quickly fastening the chain to Emma's ankle cuffs. Unzipping his trousers he
walked behind her, and pushed his cock into her pussy. With one hand he gripped
the pump of the butt plug, and with his other reached forward and grabbed
Emma's ponytail, yanking her head back, so they could both watch his dog fuck
her friend. Jack began moving in and out very slowly, savouring the tight grip
on his cock. Emma was moaning at the sudden penetration, her head held solidly
by his grip and the collar round her neck. She could not avoid looking at the
bizarre sight in front of her. Leon had his front legs wrapped tightly round
Sam's upper body, and he was pumping his cock furiously into her. Sam's mouth
was pulled into a grimace, her teeth tight together, and her eyes firmly
closed. As the dog moved faster, so Jack did.

Ridiculously Emma began to feel her body respond, her pussy providing its own
lubrication. She felt his hand reach for her clitoris, and he began to quite
expertly massage it. She was getting aroused again. Jack sensed this,
controlling his strokes into long teasing movements of pleasure. He relaxed his
grip on her ponytail, knowing that Emma was now more interested in her own
orgasm than her friend's mis-adventure. Indeed Emma continued to watch the
bestial act in front of her, mesmerised by what she saw. Leon began to make low
growling noises, a sure sign he was about to come. Jack began to speed up,
matching his pace to his dogs. Emma gasped at the new found force of his
penetrations, her own climax would not be far away. In a final act of cruelty,
Jack stopped caressing her clit, and gave the butt plug one final, massive
pump. Emma screamed as her arse expanded once more, forcing her pussy walls
tighter onto Jack's cock. Despite the pain, this added sensation pushed her
over the edge, and she began to orgasm. She felt Jack tense up, before pushing
deeper inside her than ever before. She felt his hot come spraying inside her.

A moan from Sam signalled that her mind had given in to the horror of what was
happening, and was now responding to her violation. She had reached between her
legs to give her own clitoris stimulation, as Leon entered into his final
throes. He began to pump huge quantities of searing hot spunk into her teenage
pussy. This tipped Sam over the edge and she frigged herself to orgasm,
collapsing onto the floor. Leon was still locked inside her, and he almost
smothered as he followed her down to the floor. Wasting no time, Jack pulled
out of Emma, wiping his cock on her buttock. He untied her wrists from the
chain, and unfastened the bars which had held her legs apart for so long.
Despite the relief, Emma felt too drained to do anything other than stand
still, and wait for her next order. She had lost all sense of reality, and
simply felt a slave to this terrible man. Jack released the clips from her
nipples, and as the blood rushed back into the numb areas, Emma shrieked, the
sensation jolting her back from her thoughts. He smiled and began to undo the
complicated series of straps which held the gag in her mouth. He had to force
her mouth even wider apart to get the gag out. "Don't dare make a noise, or it
goes straight back in" he threatened. She just stood where she was, massaging
her cheeks, trying to bring some feeling back into her mouth. Jack undid a
valve on the butt plug and the air he had pumped in was expelled. Roughly he
yanked the plug out of her arse, and placed it on his desk like a trophy. He
was fascinated to see Emma's arsehole remain expanded after the plug was
removed, before beginning to close.

Jack walked across the room, and clicked his fingers. Leon withdrew from Sam,
his cock still impressively large. Sam just laid where she was on the floor,
spunk covering her inner thighs. Jack told Emma to come over, and she slowly
walked across, her leather booted legs still a huge turn-on for Jack. "Lay down
on your back" he told Emma, and she obeyed. Jack smiled at how he had knocked
the cocky defiance out of her. The posture collar was still tight round her
neck, and forced her to look straight up. "Get up" he told Sam, kicking the
side of her breast. He pulled on the lead still attached to Sam's dog collar.
Slowly Sam stood up. Grabbing her shoulders, Jack manoeuvred her until she was
stood astride Emma's head. "Now sit down, and give your friend a nice doggy
flavoured mouthful." He pushed down on her shoulders, and she was forced onto
her friend's face. Then, pushing her forwards, Jack pushed her face onto Emma's
pussy. "Get those tongues licking ladies, I want to see all traces of come
gobbled up."

Jack stood to one side and watched the girls begin to explore each other with
their tongues. Occasionally he would go and press Sam' arse or face down,
depending on who he felt was not working hard enough. He used his camera to
record the scene, using close up after close up. He was fascinated by the sheer
volume of Leon's spunk that was pouring out of Sam, on to Emma's face. Emma was
managing to lap most of it up, and seemed content to swallow it. He knew he had
well and truly broken the girls will to defend themselves.


Part 2
The Girls Get Revenge

After their come swallowing 69, the girls rolled off each other and fell asleep
on the floor. Jack was still fascinated by them, but knew that he could not
keep them. He decided to let them sleep and then release them in the morning.
He took some more photographs of them curled up, their hair matted with sweat
and spunk.

It was light at seven, and he woke the girls with a swift smack from his riding
crop. He told them to get dressed, and they started to undo their collars. "No,
leave those on. You stupid bitches still can't do as you are told can you?" The
girls found their clothes from around the room and quickly dressed. Jack called
them over and they quietly walked across to him. He could not believe how
subdued they were. "I have a last treat for you both... kneel down."

Both girls knelt in front of him and this immediate act of subservience
stiffened his cock instantly. He unzipped his flies and began wanking his cock
in front of them. The girls just stared impassively as he began to talk.
"Neither of you will talk about last night to anyone. If you do, I will publish
the photos on the net and on leaflets around your college. I will imply that
you are both willing subs and you enjoyed every minute of your pleasures. I am
sure people will especially enjoy seeing a tied and gagged eighteen year old
watching her friend sucking off an Alsatian. Do I make myself clear?" Sam
sobbed and nodded, Emma's eyes flashed anger, but she too nodded. "Open wide"
said Jack, and as the girls opened their mouths, he shot hot spunk onto their
faces. Both girls got some in their mouths, but also on their cheeks and chins.
Jack grinned and instructed them to swallow - which they did. He wiped his cock
on Sam's hair and zipped his trousers up.

The girls slowly stood up, not believing that their torment was over. Jack
started walking to the door, and beckoned the girls across the room. As they
reached the door, he said "one last thing" and reached into his pocket. He
produced two tiny padlocks and locked the top and bottom buckles shut on Emma's
posture collar. "Something to remember me by," he grinned and opened the door.

Emma and Sam staggered out into the daylight. They ran a few steps and then
when they heard the door close behind them, they slowed to a stiff walk. They
stopped when they were out of sight of the security hut. Sam began to sob, and
Emma hugged her. "How will we ever get over this? " cried Sam. "Don't worry, we
will get revenge," said Emma, "and that will help you recover." Emma wiped some
come off Sam's cheek and unbuckled the spiked dog collar from around her neck.
Emma put the collar in her pocket and asked Sam if there was any way the
posture collar could be removed from her own neck. Sam carefully examined it,
but out of the four securing straps, two were padlocked. "I'm sorry, I can't
move it." Emma shrugged and turned the collar up on her jacket. "Let's go
home."

The walk home was slow and embarrassing. Their favourite nightime clubbing wear
looked out of place at that time in the morning. Sam was stumbling in her
stiletto shoes and long tight skirt, her back was scratched and bleeding from
the Alsatians paws, her pussy felt like it had been enlarged with a red hot
bar, and her mouth tasted of dog and man spunk. Emma was no more comfortable.
Her mouth and arse felt like they would never return to normal, having been
stretched so cruelly. Her skirt felt embarrassingly short, and the posture
collar prevented all movement of her head. A truck drove past and the driver
slowed to shout out of the window "Had a good night girls?" Cold and tired,
eventually the girls reached the student lodgings they shared. Sam fetched some
pliers and broke the padlocks on Emma's collar and released the buckles. Emma
sighed in relief and rolled her head from side to side. Her neck was red from
the leather. Sam tossed the collar in the bin and went upstairs to bed. Emma
removed the collar from the bin and ran a deep hot bath. She sat in the bath,
Sam's dog collar in one hand, her posture collar in the other and thought long
and hard.

Jack was sorry to see the girls go. They had become so willing, but he knew
there was still defiance in that Emma. He watched as they half ran, half walked
away from his hut. He smiled at the state they were in, Sam in a white cropped
top with a studded dog collar round her pretty neck. The posture collar locked
to Emma's neck, combined with her leather fashion wear made her look like some
mad fetish dominatrix, but he had made her pure and simply submissive. In the
months that followed their release, the two young girls dominated Jack's
fantasises.

He dreamt that he had kept them as his slaves, and when he arrived at the hut,
they would be waiting for him, knelt with their mouths open for his cock. He
dreamt about subjecting them to more and more cruel punishments. He wondered
what it would be like to push a skewer all the way through Sam's erect left
nipple, across the front of her chest and all the way through her right nipple.
Would it bleed a lot he thought? Then he would attach a short chain from the
middle of the skewer and fasten it to the ring on the centre of her collar. If
he could adjust the chain, he could pull her substantial tits up towards her
chin. The ultimate solution to sagging breasts he smiled. He dreamt about
making them wear bondage gear out to clubs and bars. How good that would feel
to have two gorgeous eighteen year old bondage slaves out on the town with him.

If they were going out, he would like to see Emma in some black knee length
patent stiletto boots, laced tightly up the front. A body harness of inch wide
studded black leather straps would wind criss cross her body, culminating in a
thick leather collar round her neck, and a painfully tight strap between her
legs pushing her shaved pussy lips apart. This particular bit of strapping
would have studs on the inside as well as the outside. The strap would hold a
large pair of vibrating love eggs in her pussy, and also a pair deep in her
arse. He would pull her nipples as long as they would go and then fasten some
serrated nipple clamps to the centre section of her nipples, which would then
swell either side of the clamp like a dumbbell. To disguise all this bondage
finery, he would allow Emma to wear a long black leather trench coat, and a
white silk scarf. It would be up to her to make sure that the coat did not blow
open and reveal her attire underneath.

He would buckle Sam into a sculpted thick black leather basque, pulling the
straps as tight as he could to emphasise her curves. Her breasts would be
pushed up and together by the rigid cups of the basque, each cup would be lined
with metal studs and spikes. In addition to her already pierced belly button,
Sam would now sport a pierced clit as well. He would run a chain from the ring
in her navel down to the ring in her clit which would be short enough to pull
her clit upwards all the time. From the clit ring, the chain would continue
between her pussy lips to a ring in the end of an enormous heavy rubber butt
plug. After all when Jack had the girls in his hut, Sam missed out on any anal
fun, so he would make up for last time now. The plug would be shaped like a
bulb, the fat end deep in her arse, her own sphincter muscles would grip the
narrow end and prevent the plug from sliding out. When the plug was removed,
Jack would leave it dangling on the end of its chain, pulling on Sam's clit
while he fucked her arse. Sam's outfit would be finished off with a short tight
leather skirt, black lacy topped stockings, and black leather thigh length
boots with metal tipped stiletto heels. She too would be allowed a long coat to
cover her, but no scarf as her cleavage would be too magnificent to cover up.

Jack was sat masturbating in his chair with these thoughts going through his
head when he heard a loud and powerful sounding vehicle outside. His erection
faded and as he zipped his trousers up, he heard a sharp knock on the door.
Leon beat him too it, running to the door and barking. Jack opened the door. As
the first line of obscenities left his mouth, a blinding spotlight shone
straight into his face. He just made out two figures when a shot ran out and he
sank to his knees clutching his neck. He heard Leon race forward and then
blacked out.

"Good shot!" Emma cried. Sam smiled at her friend. "Come on, he'll only be out
for an hour or so." Leon was stood over his master. Sam patted him, "Come
inside boy, it's all alright," she said soothingly. Sam walked up the stairs
which only a few months ago she had hobbled down, her young body sore from the
rape this very dog had subjected her too. She paused at the doorway and then
entered. Leon followed her and she filled one of his bowls with food, the other
with water. Emma joined her in the door. "Right, let's make sure we get
everything we need, and take all the photos he took of us." The girls moved
quickly, emptying Jack's cupboard of all its contents into their kit bags, Emma
shuddering as she found the inflatable butt plug which had stretched her arse
so cruelly. They enjoyed ransacking the place until they found every last photo
Jack had taken of them in bondage. As they made for the door, Emma paused and
went back for the Polaroid camera. "This could be useful" she grinned wickedly.
Sam gave Leon one last pat on the back and they pulled the door shut behind
them. They put the kit bags in the front of Sam's Land Rover, and then opened
the back door. Between them they struggled to lift the unconscious Jack in to
the vehicle, but they succeeded, and quickly tied his legs and arms to the tie
down points in the cargo area.

It took nearly 30 minutes to drive to the deserted barn on the farm Sam knew.
They backed the Land Rover in and pulled the wooden door of the barn shut. "No
one will find us," Sam said. Emma marvelled at the new found confidence in her
friend as she opened the back of the Land Rover. Jack was still out for the
count as the girls dragged him none too gently out onto the floor of the barn.
They stripped him of all his clothing and between them manoeuvred him to the
middle of the barn. Here the remains of a wooden pillar hung from the ceiling,
it's bottom half long since cut away. This left an immensely strong, foot
diameter wooden pole suspended from the roof joists finishing four or so feet
from the ground. The girls had talked long and hard about what they were going
to do and moved quickly and purposefully. Sam held Jack's body upright as Emma
wound a thick leather strap around the pole and his forehead, pinning his head
to the pole. She then fitted a thick collar tightly around his neck. The collar
had four strong metal rings attached to it, and Sam threaded a thick silver
chain through the rings and then through a hole in the wooden pole. She pulled
the chain as tight as she could and forced a large padlock through the links
sticking through the pole. The only way Jack could escape was by pulling his
head through the collar, but it was so tight around his neck that his skin was
already discolouring.

He could still lash out with his feet and hands though, so Sam lifted a large
straight wooden pole up behind Jack's shoulder blades. She held it there as
Emma fastened leather straps around the pole to his wrists, his elbows and just
below his shoulders. She repeated this on the other side. His arms were now
held rigidly in a straight line out to either side. They performed a similar
operation with his ankles, the pole holding his feet apart as far as they would
go. The girls stood back and admired their handiwork. It was the first time
they had seen him completely naked, and in this posture his body looked toned
and muscular. He was not film star handsome, but nor was he ugly. However Jack
was completely at their mercy, and they were going to get their revenge.

Jack's eyes flickered open as the tranquilliser wore off. He became immediately
aware that his body was tied rigidly, and there was something very tight round
his neck. A bucket of cold water thrown at his face and chest snapped him fully
awake. "What the fuck!" he bellowed as he blinked icy water from his eyes.
"What is going on?" A sharp pain in his right buttock silenced him. It was Sam
with a riding crop. "Shut up now, or regret it," she said walking round to face
Jack, trailing the end of the crop round his torso. Emma joined her, another
bucket of water at the ready. "Remember us?" she smiled.

It took Jack a split second to recognise the girls' faces. They looked so
different from the last time he saw them. They were defiant and dominant beyond
belief. He looked them up and down, and swallowed nervously. Sam was wearing an
unusual dressage outfit. She had black mirror polished riding boots up to her
knees, with cruel spiked spurs on the ankles. Under these she wore skin tight
white jodhpurs fastened with a black patent leather belt. On her top she wore a
white silk blouse, unbuttoned to her navel. The jewellery in her pierced navel
was just visible. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts looked magnificently
curvaceous. She wore a tight choker round her neck made of six strings of
pearls. The blouse was long sleeved but Jack could clearly make out black
leather gloves running up past her elbows. She was holding the riding crop in
her right hand, casually tapping it against her high boot.

Emma was wearing a white doctors coat, long sleeved, and down to her knees.
Jack could make out black PVC lace up boots disappearing under the coat so he
presumed they were at least over her knee. They had quite pointed toes and
vicious stiletto heels which were silver metal. She was wearing black PVC
gloves which looked painted onto her hands they were so tight. The fingers
looked like they were red at the ends but he was not sure. She had a thin
collar round her neck with long silver spikes which matched her heels. Her hair
was pulled sharply back from her pretty face into a ponytail very high on the
crown of her head, and it was tied with black PVC straps at its base.

"You two look a lot different," Jack sneered. "There's a reason for that," Emma
replied. "Yes, and it's you, you bastard," Sam continued, jabbing at his
exposed body with her riding crop. The girls stood before him and calmly began
to explain. They used to be two fun loving teenagers who enjoyed clubbing and
flirting with boys. Both were reasonably sexually active, but no more than
that. The night in Jack's hut had changed all that. The usual attentions of
teenage boys were no longer enough to satisfy their newly discovered desires.
After a long period of not being comfortable with talking of that night, the
girls had begun to open up to each other, and found that they both had a desire
to find out more about sado-masochistic sex.

However they both knew that the only thing that would turn them on now, was
being the dominant party. They had researched the subject, and found great
delight looking at web sites run by cruel mistresses around the world. This is
where they got the idea to kidnap Jack and get their revenge. Boys of their age
were not interested in much more than a fondle and fumbled sex in the back of a
car, which had no potential for s/m activities. Emma had taken great delight in
discovering that many of her favourite clubbing clothes already had a dominant
sexual undertone, which up until recently she was completely unaware of. Sam
too had changed in character, being far more confident than ever before. But,
they explained to Jack that although they quite enjoyed this new discovery, it
had still being a terrible, cruel thing that he had done, and one that no girl
should ever have to endure. Because of this, he was going to pay.

"Until you enslaved us, we were two normal teenage students who giggled and got
embarrassed when anything sexual was mentioned. We tried to forget about what
you put us through, but we couldn't. The more we talked to each other about it,
the more we realised that we were fascinated by the fetish scene and we began
to explore it on the internet. What you now see are two experienced dominatrix
who carry on their medicine and vetinerary studies during the day, and then hit
the fetish clubs at night. We no longer get our satisfaction from "normal"
sexual activities and you should be made to pay for the enforced change in our
lives." Jack gulped, he could not move, and these two girls seemed like the
fetish bitches from hell. He tried to talk his way out of "Let me go, and I
will help you continue your explorations". Another stab from the riding crop,
painfully close to his balls this time. Sam laughed. "Oh, but you are helping
us to continue with our explorations. We will begin now."

Jack began to shout for help. "We are miles from anywhere, in an old barn in
the countryside," Sam said calmly, "but we can't risk anyone hearing you." She
smiled at Emma who walked forward, seductively unbuttoning her coat She stopped
four feet from Jack and smiled seductively. She opened her coat and put her
hands on her hips, the coat tucked behind her arms. Jack stared.

Her nubile body was tightly encased by a black PVC basque. Her breasts were
pushed up and out by moulded cups, her waist was pulled into a minute diameter
by the numerous straps and buckles running around the basque. Her cleanly
shaved pussy was clearly visible although there was some peculiar looking
straps between her legs. Emma let her coat fall to the floor. Her gloves were
shoulder length, the tops finished by straps and buckles which matched her
basque. Her boots were almost crotch length, laced all the way to the top.
These too finished with straps and buckles.

"Do you like what you see?" Emma purred. Jack nodded as far as the collar would
allow. Despite his predicament his cock began to harden. Emma fiddled with some
laces near the bottom of her basque, and then slowly began to lean forward. She
bent her body at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She continued until her
body was at a right angle, her pouting lips inches from Jack's cock. "Do you
remember coming in my throat?" she asked. Jack groaned a "yes". His cock
twitched. "Well you needn't think you'll be doing that today," replied Emma.
She lent forward with her mouth open. The end of Jack's cock moved into her
mouth, but no part of Emma touched it. She moved back. His cock was fully erect
now. She repeated this several times, Jack moaning in frustration. "Do you want
me to touch it?" she enquired. "Yes," Jack stammered. Emma lent forward again,
his cock in her wide open mouth. Without warning she snapped her mouth shut,
the soft lips Jack was expecting were pared back over her gums, and it was her
teeth which sank into his tender skin.

Jack howled in pain as Emma continued to gnaw on his cock. Eventually she
stopped and moved her head back. "Do you want to go back in my mouth now?" she
asked. "No you bitch, no!" Jack shouted. Sam interrupted. It's time to shut him
up." Emma smiled, and without standing up, pivoted on her heels so her arse was
now facing Jack. Through his tears Jack looked down to see Emma's gloved hands
reach behind and part her own buttocks. Sam moved close and reaching over Emma
pulled the straps running between Emma's legs. She pulled and Emma let out a
low moan. Jack realised the straps and laces were holding a plug up Emma's
arse. Sam continued to pull until Emma's arse released its hold. Emma let out a
gasp as the plug finally withdrew from her. Her arse stayed open, reminding
Jack of when he pulled his inflatable plug from that same tight hole.

Sam moved quickly. She brandished the fat three inch plug in front of Jack.
"Look, she likes things up her arse now. You forced it on her." Jack opened his
mouth to reply which was a mistake. Sam pushed the stained plug into his mouth
and quickly tied it around his head with the straps which had held it firmly
inside Emma. Jack gagged involuntarily as the taste of rubber and shit filled
his senses. Emma stood next to him and laughed. "It's easy! Remember what you
told me, breathe through your nose, and don't panic." Jack brought his
breathing under control as Sam took some photographs of his face, and the bite
marks in his cock, using his Polaroid camera. The girls then retreated to the
far side of the barn, and whispered their plans.

After 10 minutes they came back to Jack, carrying a black chest between them.
It was their toy chest. They opened it so the hinged lid prevented Jack from
looking inside. Emma took something out and held it behind her back as they
walked over. "You said you wanted to help us with our experimentation, well we
each have things we want to discover." She brought her hand in front of her.
She was clutching a six inch long strip of black leather. There were six straps
securely fastened on one side, with a corresponding buckle on the other. "I
want to experiment with how far I can stretch a man's balls from his body." She
smiled cruelly as Jack groaned into the plug. Emma and Sam knelt down. Sam held
Jack's now flaccid cock upwards away from his balls. She squeezed it very hard
with her leather gloved hand. With her other hand, Sam gripped Jack's balls and
pulled downwards as hard as she could. Jack howled in pain and surprise. "Be
quiet you wimp," snapped Emma as she wrapped the leather ball stretcher round
the stretched scrotum. She tightened the top strap as far as she could, and
then proceeded to work down. By the fourth strap it was very difficult because
she was getting close to where Sam was gripping his balls. "You must pull
harder Sam!" she cried. Sam grinned, and renewed her efforts. Jack's ball sack
stretched another inch or so, allowing Emma to fasten all but the last strap.
She sat back frustrated.

Sam had an idea. "If you make sure all the straps are as tight as possible,
there is no way his balls can spring back up his sack. You could then tie the
last strap actually around his balls, and squeeze them as small as possible."
Emma let out a roar of laughter. "Good thinking let's do it." The girls
proceeded with Sam's plan. Emma pulled all the straps another notch tighter,
and when she was satisfied, Sam let go, the now purple coloured balls springing
back up, but stopping hard against the stiff leather. Emma fastened the last
strap around the balls and pulled as tight as she could. She was sweating with
the effort, but eventually she stood back with Sam to admire their handiwork.
The girls stood hands on hips, and laughed. The bottom of Jack's balls were
just visible and they were dark reddy purple. The pain had subsided but he was
still moaning past his gag. "

"There" Sam cried "I said we could do it." Jack felt like his whole scrotum was
on fire. He knew that they had used a ball extender on him, he had seen them
advertised in catalogues, but the pain was so fierce he couldn't imagine the
length of it. As though she had read his mind, Sam proudly announced that "Your
balls are now six inches from the base of your cock, and they look like a
bright red punch bag!" As if to emphasise this point, Emma kicked out with the
pointed toe of her boot. Jack howled in pain as his balls swung back and forth
between his open legs. Sam began to take photographs of Jack's stretched balls,
as Emma crouched down next to his crotch, posing with them as if she was a
model showing off some new goods. Chuckling she said to Sam "Make sure you get
this!" and with that she crawled behind Jack and raised her open mouth up to
his balls. As she continued to raise her head, Jack's stretched balls
disappeared into her mouth. Emma then clamped her mouth shut, trapping his
balls in her mouth, her teeth locked onto the leather. She bit as hard as she
could and then pulled her head down, stretching him even further. Jack howled
in pain as Sam laughed out loud, snapping away with the camera.

"Are you ready for the next experiment? Sam giggled, "it's my turn now". She
reached into their toy chest and turned to Jack. "My experiment is to see how
tight I can squeeze your cock!" Jack groaned as Sam walked towards him
clutching a series of leather straps in her gloved hand. He recognised them as
a "Gates of Hell" - something else he had seen in his fetish catalogues. As Sam
approached him, Emma grabbed the end of his flaccid cock. His erection had
faded during the torture of his balls, and Emma sneered at him. "You pathetic
specimen. I thought girls dressed in fetish wear turned you on?" She tugged on
his cock and said - "I think we should get this little worm trussed up and then
see if we can't get him excited."

Sam laid the Gates of Hell along the length of Jack's cock, as Emma supported
it from underneath. There was a strap running from front to back with another
six buckle fastening straps fastened to it which ran laterally around his cock.
Sam threaded the first strap through its buckle and pulled hard. Jack howled
into his gag, his nostrils flaring at the sudden pressure around the base of
his cock. "Don't worry, only five left," Emma said cheerily. Sam continued to
fasten the straps. The last two overhung the end of his cock as the device was
intended to go round an erect penis and not a flaccid one. "We seem to have a
problem here. You are going to have to pull his cock long enough to get these
last straps fastened," said Sam to Emma. Emma clutched Jack's bell end between
her gloved fingers. "Let's see if we can get some length out of you big boy,"
she giggled as she began to pull his cock as hard as she could. Jack felt
something sharp digging into him, and realised that the flashes of red he had
seen on the ends of Emma's gloved fingers were in fact her painted fingernails
poking through special slits in the PVC. "Excellent!" cried Sam as she fastened
the remaining straps, the last one wedging behind Jack's bell end. Emma gave
one last nip with her nails and released her grip. Jack moaned in pain as his
cock tried to shrink back but was prevented by the straps buckled impossibly
tightly around his cock.

The girls stood back and looked at their trussed up captive. "A Polaroid moment
if ever there was one," said Sam who proceeded to take more photos with the
camera. Jack was moaning and his head was lolling on the collar. "I think he
may be thirsty," said Sam, still peering through the viewfinder. "I am sure I
can help with that" replied Emma. Sam laughed, knowing what her fiend had in
mind. Emma walked to the side of the barn and returned with some step-ladders,
while Sam searched their toy box. Jack looked on in bewilderment as Emma
erected the ladders next to his chest, the top step a good three feet above his
head. Sam produced a funnel and a length of black rubber tubing from their toy
box. "Are you thirsty?" she enquired sweetly. Jack was, but still shook his
head in defiance. Sam fiddled with the plug in his mouth and unscrewed a cap in
the end of it. Jack felt that his breathing became easier. Sam explained why.
"The plug in your mouth is hollow, the end in your mouth has a slit in it, and
now I have opened the other end which has a much bigger hole in it. In fact its
is the same diameter as this rubber hose." Sam grinned wickedly as she pushed
the hose into the plug. Emma began to climb the ladder, and Sam passed the
funnel end of the hose to her as she climbed. "Our friend Jane suggested we try
this. We hope you like it," said Emma as she reached the top of the ladder. She
held the funnel between her legs and squatted slightly. "Here it comes," she
cried as she released her bladder, and a stream of golden piss flowed into the
funnel, down the hose, and straight into Jack's wide open mouth.

Jack could not believe it. He was repulsed by the idea, but could not prevent
the warm liquid entering his mouth. He had to swallow otherwise he would choke
and he began drinking it down, amazed at the amount coming from Emma.
Unbelievably he felt his cock stirring. Maybe it was the fact that the girls
had forced some watersports action on him, or maybe it was the fact that he had
an incredible view of Emma's shapely legs clad in their long, long black boots
perched on the ladder. Whatever the reason, it did not go unnoticed by Sam who
grabbed his cock in delight... "Emma, your piss has turned him on, the dirty
old dog!" Emma laughed as she finished pissing. She wiggled her hips and a few
final drops of piss landed on Jack's face. She climbed down the ladder slowly,
as Jack stared at her body. She stopped when her face was just above his and
lent forward. Jack could see straight down her basque. Her breasts looked
gorgeous. She moved her face close to his. "You liked that didn't you? I hope
that you find yourself having to drink piss to get your kicks now. Remember you
forced us to change our sexual needs." She leaned even closer. Jack was getting
more turned on. Emma stuck her tongue out.. There was a small silver stud
pierced through it. She licked one of her drops of piss off the side of Jack's
cheek. It felt amazing. Jack's cock sprang into life, but immediately met the
full restrictions of his cock bondage. He groaned loudly.

Emma climbed down another step and removed the hose from his gag plug. She
laughed out loud. "I Enjoyed that!" Sam had taken some more photos and she was
grinning at her friend. "His cock is waking up - I think we need to try and
turn him on as much as we can now. What a conundrum for him - the more he gets
turned on, the more it hurts. Wonderful!" The girls walked away from Jack and
whispered to each other. Jack could hear them giggling and shrieking, and then
suddenly they both left Jack hung in his bondage for a good ten minutes or so,
his erection now fading. He was beginning to regret ever having anything to do
with the girls when they returned. It was the most unbelievable sight.

Sam in her full riding gear was sat on Emma's back. Emma was on her hands and
knees walking slowly forward. She had a bright metal bar fastened firmly in her
mouth by a series of straps running around her face and head. The straps also
carried a bright feather plume sticking up by her ponytail. The head harness
continued into a pair of reins which Sam was clutching. Emma's pert arse was in
the air, with a long black tail pluming out. The colour matched her hair
perfectly. "Giddy up horsy" shouted Sam, twitching her riding crop at Emma's
breast. Emma "trotted" forward and slowly turned in from of Jack. He could see
the tail was actually a large plug up Emma's arse. His cock twitched and began
to harden. "Do you like my pony girl?" asked Sam. Jack nodded as best he could
with his collar. "I thought you would." Sam jabbed Emma's side with her spurs.
Emma moaned from behind her bit. She was dribbling around it Jack noticed. Emma
walked forward until her mouth was tantalisingly close to Jack's cock. "There's
no way you can get your cock in that mouth!" snarled Sam, who was clearly
enjoying being in charge of both Jack and Emma. She jabbed her spurs again and
the bit between Emma's teeth pressed hard against Jack's bell end. He could
feel the cold metal and her warm saliva. It felt divine. His cock was straining
against its bonds now and it hurt enormously, but he was mesmerised by the two
girls.

Sam proceeded to ride Emma in circles in front of Jack, occasionally jabbing at
his cock with her crop, and sometimes letting Emma's reined face brush against
Jack's thigh. After a few laps Sam leaned forward and whispered in Emma's ear.
A distorted smile appeared from behind the bit in Emma's mouth. She nodded and
her feather head dress dipped backwards and forwards. Sam climbed off Emma's
back slowly, and laid the reins on the small of her back. Emma crawled out of
the room, her "tail" swishing as she went. Sam turned to Jack, her hands on her
hips. She looked stunning. Jack's cock twitched again. His balls were
absolutely killing him. Sam rested her crop on his cock. "I bet if I hit you
hard enough, I could split your cock in two" she suggested, lifting her crop as
if to strike. Jack shrieked. Sam smiled. "Don't worry I am not that cruel. We
have nearly finished with you, but we have one last thing to try out..."

A strange noise came form the door at the back of the barn. They both looked in
time to see Emma, still reined and bitted, but this time walking on her feet
leading in a white pony. Sam walked over and started stroking the pony which
wore a bridle very similar to Emma. "This is Pedro - one of my patients. We
are... erm... very... good friends." The two girls and the pony stopped a few
feet away from Jack. His mind was whirling. They made a strange sight,
especially with Emma still in her pony girl attire. Sam continued to coo and
whisper in the pony's ear, as Emma gripped his reins. Still stroking the
animal, Sam then moved along his flank until she was level with his hind legs.
She looked at Jack with a wicked grin on her face. "Don't get jealous," she
said as she knelt down, her jodhpurs tightening on her thighs. She reached a
gloved hand out under Pedro, and within seconds his huge brown penis appeared.
Sam glance over her shoulder at Jack "Now this is what I call a cock," she
cried, as her hands began to run up and down its length. The cock grew and
grew, until it was about 18 inches long. Sam stood up and walked round to the
other side of the pony. "So you can see better," she said as she squatted down
again. Jack saw her face appear under the pony and unbelievably he saw Sam open
her mouth and guide the end of the cock towards her. His cock was bulging out
around the leather straps and he could feel blisters forming where there was no
give at all between his skin and the leather. His eyes were out on stalks as
the brunette teenager who had been so ashamed when his dog raped her, was
voluntarily sucking as much of a pony's cock as she could fit into her mouth.

Emma stood patiently holding Pedro's reins. She enjoyed watching her friend
suck him, but hadn't dared try herself. She enjoyed being the pony girl too,
and was hoping to go to a carnival soon where she could race other ponies with
chariots. Sam was now licking up and down the length of the huge cock which she
was holding with one hand. Her other hand had dipped below the waist band of
her jodhpurs, and she was caressing her clit with her leather gloved finger.
She didn't want to get carried away though, so she pulled her hand out and
stood up. She strode over to Jack. "What do you think to that then?" she asked
him, one hand squeezing his cock, while she brushed the hand which had been on
her clit under his nose. Jack was close to breaking point. The more aroused he
got, the more pain he caused himself. He thought that anytime now his skin on
his cock or balls was going to burst open. His neck, wrists and ankles were
sore, and he was gasping for a drink - Emma's piss had made him thirstier than
ever. Sam continued "I now have quite a fascination with animals after you
forced your dog onto me, but I would have preferred to discover it myself. As
you can see I also have a fascination with ponygirls, but I have been wondering
about trying a pony boy..."

Jack's mind was racing. What the hell was the bitch on about now? Emma walked
Pedro into the gloom at the back of the barn and tied him off. As she walked
back into sight Jack could see she had also taken off her head harness, but was
amused to see she still had her tail wedged firmly between her buttocks. Sam
and Emma both walked out of sight behind Jack. "Not a sound now," one of them
said as he felt his gag straps being undone. Ina flash the plug was removed
from his mouth, to be immediately replaced by the bit and reins which Emma had
been wearing. He could taste her spit on the metal, and the straps were warm.
When the harness was secure round his head, the girls walked to his hands and
unfastened the pole which had been stretching his arms apart. He was still
fastened by his ankles and his head strap though. Emma moved in front of him.
There were lines on the face where the harness had been. "Do not try and do
anything we do not ask, or it will be the end for these," - she jabbed at his
stretched balls with her boot. "I would be fascinated to see what it would be
like to stand on a mans balls in these heels." Jack groaned remembering the
polished metal spikes on her boot heels and nodded in agreement. Sam undid the
chain around his collar, and finally the strap around his forehead. She pushed
him forward and he staggered away from the pole which had held him while they
had tortured his cock and balls. His ankles were still stretched by the wooden
pole, so he could not even contemplate escape.

Emma grabbed his reins and walked him to the gloomy end of the barn where Pedro
was reined. Sam playfully (to her) whipped his arse with the crop. "Come on
pony boy she teased". They led him to the end of the barn where Pedro was tied.
There was a long, sturdy wooden table which Jack was instructed to stand in
front of. The edge of the table came up to his waist. "Lean forward," Sam
demanded, giving his arse a swift strike with her crop. Jack bent at the waist
and felt his ankles been strapped to the table legs, with the spreader bar
still between them. Sam climbed on to his bare back, facing his arse and dug
her spurs into his side. Jack howled through the bit in his mouth. Sam pinned
his arms to his torso as Emma passed long belts over the table and strapped
them tight across his neck and back. Sam climbed off and lent face to face with
him. "Remember forcing your animal to rape me? Well let's see how you like
it!". Jack's mind was racing. What the hell were they going to do? He felt a
cold lubricant being applied to his arse. This was Emma. She pushed the tube
right inside him and squeezed the contents out. Jack cried out and tried to
clench his buttocks together but it was too late. Emma gave the tube a cruel
twist as she pulled it from his arsehole.

Jack was lying tied down, his arsehole gaping, sobbing into the table top as he
heard Sam's boots walking towards him, with the unmistakeable sound of horses
hooves following close behind. "Up boy," said Sam, and Pedro put his front
hooves on the table, either side of Jack's head. "Are you ready" enquired Sam?"
Jack shook his head as much as he could, but Sam ignored him. She was
concentrating on wanking Pedro's cock to a full erection. When she was
satisfied, she guided the huge cock towards Jack's arse. Jack felt the hot cock
brush on his thighs and screamed. As the cock reached his arsehole, he fainted.

Jack woke up on his bed in the security hut. He was completely naked. His skin
was sticky. As he rolled over, a sharp pain shot up from his groin. He groaned.
He had been raped by a horse, and he was covered in horse come. He staggered to
his feet. His arse felt like it had been prised open. He felt his cock and
balls. They were tender to the touch and his flesh showed red marks where the
tight buckles had rubbed him raw. At least they were still attached to his body
he thought grimly. He walked to his desk where there was an envelope. Inside
were a number of photographs of him tied up with the horse stood over him.
There was a note. It read "How do you feel this morning? We hope you woke up
thinking that our horse had given you a good shafting up the arse. We did not
let it though - it was just a warning not to retaliate. The lubricant we used
had an anaesthetic which knocked you out. We did take the opportunity to push a
love egg very deep in your arse though. We hope you have fun getting it out!"

"What a pair of bitches" shouted Jack screwing up the note. Leon ran over to
his master. He had a shiny black leather studded collar on, and a metal tag
attached to it. It read "To Leon, a magnificent lover. Love from The Girls".

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