Angela's Trial and Tribulations (7 page)

The four girls laid into their work with a will but even that was not enough for Jason. He liked to beat defenceless girls and so every time he came upon them, they might expect a feel and fondle of their breasts and vagina and perhaps a finger or two up their anuses, but if they didn't respond with a giggle and a kiss, out would come the cane or whip or prodder and a scream would be heard all over the house.

Mrs Brown cringed and cowered in her room; the other girls squared the shoulders and worked harder. This did not apply to Angela so much of course since she was out driving the new mayor around the city. She had to work much harder now for Mayor Brown was not as conscientious about his paperwork as James had been and he far preferred to be out and about, showing himself to the city and looking over new works and projects.

But she had another reason to loathe her new master. With the new rules had come a tightening of discipline in all areas and pony-girls had not escaped the legislators' eyes. Instead of her wrists being buckled into the leather gauntlets that were stapled to the ends of the two poles, there was now another method of affixing the ponies to the gigs. The two poles had all been replaced by a single one at the centre. This terminated in a most peculiar looking apparatus that made little sense until you saw it attached to the girl.

At the connection point there was a large knuckle joint which was attached to a four foot long iron pipe whose top end had a collar attached. At the bottom end was a J- shaped piece that could slide up and down inside the bottom of the pipe and could be locked in place. At the top of the shorter end of the J-piece was a realistic-looking dildo of very large proportions. At the centre of the iron tube, near the knuckle joint, was a belt.

When Angela first saw this arrangement, she was puzzled. She couldn't for the life of her imagine how she was going to be harnessed into such a weird set of pipes and leathers. It was Jason who fitted her into it and she screamed in outrage at the indignity of the thing.

He made her stand in position in front of the pole then lifted up the iron tube and buckled the collar around her neck. Then he growled at her to spread her legs wide and, undoing the insert's holding screw, dropped it down so the dildo was at the level of her buttocks. He ordered her to part them and then forced the horrible thing right inside, making sure at least nine inches were inserted before again tightening the screw and locking it with a tiny padlock. She had screamed as her anus was so rudely violated but when he produced the prodder and aimed it at her naked vagina, she quickly subsided. Of the two, the pain in her backside was infinitely more acceptable. Not that it didn't hurt, and hurt badly, but she knew the agony of a high-voltage shock to the soft inner membranes of her vagina was far, far worse.

Last, he buckled the belt around her waist and secured it, and her neck collar, with more of the tiny padlocks. She was now attached to the gig permanently until someone came along with a key.

Her arms were free and she was grateful for that at least. She would be able to use them to balance herself as she ran. She wasn't prepared for the awful pain in her anus as she moved though. The collar and the waist belt absorbed most of the load but the dildo still moved alarmingly as she moved and she moaned as the pains stabbed and shot through her body.

“Hurt does it, slut?” sneered Jason copping a good feel of her breasts and sex as he led her around to the front door. “Good, I'll warrant you'll be in real agony when you come home tonight - and then the master may well allow me to fuck your arse, how would that be?” He laughed uproariously as he left her at the front door to wait for the mayor.

Alex was far harder on her as a pony than James had been. He was always ordering her to get a move on or speed it up. She tried her best but human beings were not designed as ponies and there was a limit to how fast she could go and for how long. He took delight in whipping her for he had acquired one of those long coach whips that normally sat in the holder beside his seat. When she seemed exhausted, he took it out and lashed it forward, right up and down her now very muscular back and buttocks. It usually worked, the pain reminding her of her duty.

The pain in her anus abated slowly that first day as it accommodated itself to the large intruder and from then on it was nothing more than a painful irritation rather than an agony. But as an item of humiliation it was second to none. Everyone could see the flesh-coloured dildo half poking out of her anus and it was well-known how far in it was inserted. And so for the next few weeks, as she learned to accommodate herself to this new indignity, she blushed all the time whilst they were on the road, which was most of the time.

Her body again adjusted, her thigh muscles and her chest and belly developing nearly as much as the muscular Molly, whose body Angela much admired. Jane admired it too and since Molly was more agreeable to female to female sex, she and Jane often made it together in the semi-privacy of their attic room. She couldn't of course when Alex called for either of them to his bed but since he only required them about once a week each, there was plenty of opportunity to indulge their pleasure. Angela watched silently and covertly. True to her nature, she wasn't critical and wished them well but hoped Alex would never find out. His wrath if he discovered two of his slavegirls were engaging in lesbian activity might be quite spectacular, she thought.

Chapter 5

 

 

She found her days were again full of shame and humiliation however. James had tried to ease her burden in this regard; Alex made it as hard as possible. He encouraged casual passers-by to come up and look over his pony-girl when he arrived at a destination. He made her park the gig in a conspicuous position and then smiled at the men who gathered to see the mayor and his slave girl harnessed to his gig in this new and so horrible manner. “Come closer, gentlemen. Look her over. She is being punished, after all. Feel her flesh if you have a mind. Don't spare her feelings... Yes, sir, be my guest, investigate her sexual organs fully...”

She stood there, her face a violent shade of puce as the men eagerly crowded in on her, their hands seeking her breasts, her belly and her vagina as well as stroking her muscular thighs and parting her buttocks to look more closely at the large dildo that went up between them. Everyone knew at least six to nine inches of it went right on up into her rectum and would be causing her a grave discomfort at the very least. This was obvious from the way she twitched her buttocks, trying to ease the pain.

Not that many of her audience were sympathetic. Not by a long shot! Public resentment against women in general had been whipped up by the government and municipal authorities who now perceived a very lucrative form of income for their coffers. It was projected that a good slave girl with at least five years' slavery facing her would bring around a hundred thousand and if her term was longer, much more. A lifer, if she was young and attractive, might well bring in a quarter of a million.

The remarks were just as humiliating as the hands. They ranged from suggestions as to how the speaker would like to have the girl sexually, to ways of punishing her and they were as innovative as they were shameful.

“Pity she's got the dildo up her arse. I've got a much bigger plug right here and I'd keep it moving much better than that dildo...”

“The harness should include a breast clamp. I've seen them on a prisoner and they really hurt...”

“The dildo should have included a cunt-plug as well. That way she'd be having constant orgasms as she trots around...”

These and similar ‘suggestions' were her constant bane as she stood and waited for the mayor to return. Once more she tried to ignore them and to rise above them but it wasn't easy.

Sex with James had been pleasant. She hadn't asked for it, except when she spoke to Amanda suggesting she be treated as Jane was since she was no different and she was well aware she had no say in when and how it would be performed but he was considerate and he never forced her to do things that were repugnant to her. Alex was the exact opposite. He delighted in finding out what they didn't like - and then making the four girls perform those very acts with him, or with Jason.

He found that Angela felt that any sexual act except what is commonly known as the ‘missionary position', with the woman lying flat on her back while the man mounts her, was semi-indecent so he forced her to perform with him in every other way.

Their first encounter left her feeling totally dirty. A thing. A piece of flesh to be used and abused and nothing more... “You may undress me, slave ...” She did, keeping her eyes averted from his. She hated this man but she didn't want him to see it in her eyes.

“Now get down on your knees. First you are going to suck me until I come - and you will swallow down every last drop or face a whipping.”

She sobbed once but quickly dropped to her knees in front of him then got her head down to take the head of his already rampant cock into her mouth. Ugh, she thought. What a horrible thing to do. For his part, he was pleased. This girl was the pick of the four and he was going to use her unmercifully - at least until he tired of her and then he would sell her on (might even use her to make political capital) - and he would use her every which way he knew.

She was frightened stiff of that whip and she knew Jason would not be far away and would be only too pleased to wield it in the service of his master. She pursed her lips and worked them up and down over the lip at the crown of his penis. She knew this was the most sensitive part of his organ and hoped he wouldn't make her take any more of it into her mouth. Alas, she didn't know him very well.

“Take it all in, slut. I want to feel my cock right down your throat.”

She tried. But this was the first time she had had anything other than food or her toothbrush inside her mouth and certainly not anything as big as this monster weapon. Every time she tried to take more, she gagged. He grabbed her around the head and simply forced it down. She reacted quite involuntarily. She bit down on his cock in her fear of having her airways blocked off. He screamed out in rage and backed off, his cock rapidly wilting now and showing her teeth marks half way down very clearly. “Jason!” he roared. That worthy appeared in seconds. He was never far away from his boss when he was in the house. He was wearing his usual ultra-revealing, very thin white t-shirt and trousers and Angela eyed the bulge at their front apprehensively - as well she might. But she was more concerned at the whip in his hand. It never left there unless he put it away to wield another of his instruments of correction.

“This bitch bit me,” and he pointed to his well-marked cock.

Jason didn't grin although he had to work hard not to. “You want her whipped, boss?”

“Make it hard. I want to hear her screaming. Do it to her arsehole. Make it bleed.” Jason grinned now. “Sure thing... We can use the new pulley you had installed up there,” and he pointed up to the ceiling where a small hook dangled out of a tiny hole. “Excellent idea.” Alex went over to the wall and pressed a button whereupon the hook descended. It was attached to a stainless steel wire and it dropped down until it was near the floor. Meanwhile, Jason had gone out of the bedroom to return holding a five foot long steel bar with manacles on each end. He pushed Angela down onto the floor and knelt in front of her, buckling first one ankle then the other into the manacles. Her feet were now drawn out impossibly wide and her vagina gaped wide open.

The bar had an eyelet in its centre and Jason placed the hook through this then nodded to his master who activated the switch that drew the hook back up. He held it until she was dangling, upside down with her legs spread obscenely wide and her hands were just clear of the floor.

Jason positioned himself behind her so that he had a clear view of her anus, now exposed by the wide-open buttocks. Alex stood beside him. He didn't want to miss one second of the punishment. Jason held the crop, which he had exchanged for the rhinoceros-hide whip as being a more effective instrument for the anus but now slammed it down, as hard as he could, right across the ring of the anal rosebud.

The crop made a ‘thwap' sound and then there was silence, at least for a few seconds. Then she screamed. It was a blood-curdling, heart-rending cry of pure anguish. Her body thrashed around and her hands went everywhere, trying to assuage the awful hurt.

Jason and Alex watched with interest. Both had massive hard-ons now and both relished her performance. After she had quietened down, Alex nodded to his black sex- boy who smiled and raised his arm once more. Alex watched as the boy's biceps muscle contracted to the beautiful tennis-ball shape he so loved and he had to restrain himself not to reach out and feel it for Jason would then have stopped, stripped naked and posed for his master - something he knew Alex delighted in. Instead he turned to Angela's now red and throbbing anus and wondered if the next stroke would split it open.

Down it came and again she screamed beautifully. The crop didn't actually open a wound but it did cause some minor bleeding and Alex called a halt.

“Since she won't open her mouth for me, Jason, you may take her and teach her how it's done. Tomorrow she can stay home. Put her on the mechanical deep-throat machine - and while you're about it use the double fucker at her rear as well. She may as well learn what real sex is all about ...”

“Sure thing, Boss. You don't want to watch her learn to take my cock down her throat?”

Alex leered back at him. “I would, boy. Unfortunately, I have to go to a dinner. But you make sure she learns good, eh?”

The boy grinned. “Sure thing.”

They let her down and Jason undid the manacles from her ankles. As he led her to his room, he gripped her upper arm hard. “You goin' to learn now, girl. When the master speaks, you jump.”

She didn't reply, his hand on her arm was hurting. She said nothing, however. In his room he quickly stripped and once more she stared at his magnificent physique in awe. She knew she was athletic and her body very well-toned, just as Molly's was but Jason's body was, well, quite superb. But his cock was Gargantuan and she shuddered as she thought of taking that monster right down her throat.

He sat in a chair and ordered her to kneel in front of him. “Start slow, girl,” he said gruffly and she stared up at him in surprise. These were the first words he had said to her or the others that even remotely resembled compassion.

She formed her lips and took the crown of the now hard organ in her mouth then, determined not to earn another of those dreadful strokes to her bottom (the throbbing agony had now abated just a little), she took another three inches inside as well. “Good, now you just have to get it past the back of your mouth. Here, I'll help but don't you dare bite down...”

He took hold of her head in his hands and in one big pull, forced his cock right down her throat, continuing to hold her for a few seconds to make her accept it while he told her she would soon get used to it. Then he let her pull her head back and off it. He let her rest for a minute or so and she stared up at his handsome face in wonder. He was actually being quite nice to her, something he had not done before.

“All right, girl, time for another go. This time you try to dive right down on it - if it helps at all, you have a very nice mouth and your throat is silky smooth. It a real pleasure to fuck your mouth ...”

She did as he suggested and, closing her eyes, and her mind to what she was doing, drove her mouth down hard until her lips were at his smooth groin. She worked it back and forth a while and he gurgled in pleasure. Again she stared up at him in awe. So there was another side to this handsome black boy who had so seemed to relish hurting and debasing the four slave girls.

For another hour he made her practice then he let her kneel back. He looked down at her speculatively. “You did well there, girl an' I think that's enough for now. Tomorrow you got to go on the machines but mayhap I kin make it easier for you... We got a choice now. I kin let you go back to your room, or you kin try this thing another way?” He pointed down at his now soft pecker.

“You want to make love to me?” “Only if you wants?”

Angela considered things. She thought he was bribing her with the suggestion that he could make things less horrible tomorrow if she agreed but then he had seemed to be genuine, too. Anyway, he wasn't at all bad looking and those muscles, phew! She made up her mind: “I'd like to, Jason.”

He grinned and his face lit up. “Great,” he said, lifting her up in his powerful arms and laying her, quite gently, down on his bed. He climbed up onto her and speared his again rigid cock into her body then laid his down on her. She sighed in pleasure as she felt his muscles on her flesh, but also, the huge throbbing weapon inside her was doing wonders to her libido.

Soon she was thrashing around in near ecstasy. Her lips sought his and her hands went up to feel and fondle and even to pummel his flesh as he brought her to crescendo after crescendo of stupendous sex. He didn't come. He made sure she was sated fully before allowing himself that pleasure but when it did, it was the best he had ever had.

They lay side by side afterwards and Angela traced little patterns on his chest and belly, marvelling at his body, but even more at the emotional and physical pleasure he had engendered in her. Her boyfriend Richard had been totally inept here and even James hadn't been a patch on what she had just experienced.

“Jason?”

“What, girl?” he said gruffly, wondering what he had started. “I couldn't have believed anything could be so wonderful!”

He turned to her and smiled again. “I liked it too.” He paused for a moment or two than looked at her seriously. “But you know I got to put you on those machines tomorrow and they not goin' to be nice?”

“I know,” she said, contentedly as she snuggled up next to his great body.

“You got to get back to your room soon, girl. The master, he come back an' you not there, he be wondering. I'm not supposed to pleasure you, you know!”

“I know. You were supposed to teach me to do that thing to his penis... Well, you did. You just taught me something else as well...”

He pulled her over to him and kissed her again. “You know girl, I think I'm falling for you...?”

“I already have for you, Jason.”

“It's a worry, Angela. He doesn't keep girls all that long. He'll soon tire of you and then we'll be apart. Also, we got to be real careful. He treats me well but only because I indulge him in everything. He fucks my arse, you know?”

“Oh God, does he? Well, I know how bad it is because I've had that dildo up mine all day and then you had to beat it...”