Blonde Fury II

by Sean O'Kane

  The Prince and Selim had watched in admiration as the blonde vision had been driven towards them. Her hair had been blowing and her long legs had gracefully stretched out and eaten up the road while her speed had just gone on and on increasing as Asil had obeyed his orders and piled the lashes on. It was the first time she had been run and been whipped with the chip fully bonded. She was sensational.

  As Asil had brought her to a halt beside them, he had noted how she had lathered up - but not too much. The race would be run at least as late in the day as this in any case. He took hold of her bridle and laid his hand on the hot skin over her heart. He counted and also noted how quickly the beat was slowing. She was in good condition and she could certainly wear her welts well. He longed to have her strung up and available for play, but that would have to wait. For now there was the measured mile to run to get her certificate and then he had three weeks to organise the running of the Bakhtar Open Classic. And he was going to win it!

  He had Asil lead White Lightning back to her stall for a rub down and he helped the representative of the WPRA measure out the mile and mark its start and finish. For the sake of the certificate, the pony’s owner had to drive her, regardless of who was going to drive her on race day. To begin with he had one of the two other ponies led out and the grooms tacked her up and harnessed her.

  “You’ve entered this one in the Hacking Class, I believe, your Highness,” the representative asked.

  “Yes. Then I’m putting one in the Novices and the big blonde is going in the Hunter Class.”

  “Very well. You shouldn’t have any trouble making the target time.” He held up a stop watch and put the Prince on his marks, let him get his whip ready and then dropped the hand with the watch.

  The Prince worked the whip hard for the first hundred yards or so, never letting the pony forget for a moment that all her efforts were required. By the time they had reached the lake, he felt he could let her pull back from the headlong gallop he had lashed her into and instead just flicked at the tempting buttocks as they trembled and rippled with her steps. She finished well within herself and well within the time. The Novice fared just as well, she had only been running in harness since he had been given her two months previously, but she withstood the rain of lashes he applied to her, and the WPRA rep. had her bend over in her harness, and once her crupper was removed the Prince gave him permission to take her while Lightning was brought back out.

  The Prince settled himself into his seat again and took up the whip whilst the rep. was finishing with the Novice. Once the man had pulled out of her and set his stopwatch, the Prince turned his full attention to Lightning, now rubbed down and refreshed. Ever since he had seen her at the Pretty Pony he had wanted to be just where he was now. He let his eyes feast on the wide shoulders and strong back, the trim waist and the spectacular swells of the hips and buttocks. She stamped a foot anxiously, nervous at the delay and he smiled as he took in the tremble of the buttockmeat and the long thighs. He was going to enjoy himself with this one, once she had won. If she didn’t…he wasn’t sure what he would do with her, but depriving her of her chip might just be the start of it.

  The rep. held up the watch and the Prince brought his thoughts back to the job in hand. The Hunter Class was subject to slightly more rigorous target times and he readied the whip.

  When the arm holding the watch dropped, he put all his strength into the whip, hitting her shoulders from right to left and then back again and instantly leaving livid lines on her pale flesh. Her head flew back and she twisted between the shafts but her hands never left them and with a jerk that almost threw him back into his seat she was off. Under his relentless assault she accelerated smoothly into a full gallop. Once she was going at what he judged to be close to flat out he slowed the lashes down and made them regular, letting her pace herself against them.

  She was fast!

  Of course he had known it all along, but now, sitting behind the strong body and feeling the breeze in his face, knowing she could take as much whip as was needed, it was sheer joy to watch the long, powerful thighs stretch out and to watch the buttocks flex and ripple as her feet pounded along the ground. He wrapped her twice at breast height just for the hell of it and made her toss her head. Then they came to the right turn by the lake and he had to wrench her around, she was going so fast. He even had to lean inboard to stabilise the rig. And as he lashed her up again, he laughed aloud for the sheer joy of driving such a superb specimen. He made no attempt to rein her in when they reached the end of the mile. He let her flash past the timekeeper and only drew her in a clear quarter of the way around the next mile, then he walked her back over the grass, long trails of saliva hanging from her bit and sweat trickling down her back and disappearing into her bottom cleavage between lavishly welted buttocks.

  “A full ten seconds inside the time required, your Highness! She’s a beauty isn’t she? Er, I don’t suppose I could…?”

  “You may. But only after me!” the Prince replied, climbing down and giving Lightning a resounding smack on the flank. He had Asil remove her bridle and re-fasten her wrists behind her before he had her kneel. He knew she would have been getting used to Mahmut’s girth so when he freed his rather long cock, he wasted no time in enjoying the caresses of her mouth. He wanted her throat. He wanted to drive home the lesson. He owned her. He would run her, whip her, fuck her, do whatever he wanted to her, with no more consideration for her feelings than if she were an object of furniture. She gave a muffled groan as he entered her, and he watched her lips stretch wide around his helm. Then he held the back of her head and set about plundering her throat, feeling its narrow confines as she sucked him in and he allowed himself to come quite quickly. She took him down smoothly and even as he pressed her face into his groin as he pumped, she made no murmur of protest. He stood back and turned her over to the rep..

  He watched long enough to ensure the girl behaved herself and then beckoned Asil over.

  “Show her the solitary confinement cells before she goes to her stall, and when I’ve finished with you tonight I want you to sleep with her, she did well,” he told her.

  Asil smiled and bowed then led the tall blonde away as soon as the WPRA rep. had once more zipped himself up and had set off for the airport.

  On her leash, Sophie followed behind Asil, her eyes devouring the girl’s legs and bottom. The Prince’s words rang in her ears even as the memory of his cock in her mouth remained with her. She had never enjoyed running as a pony so much and her owner was pleased with her. What more could she want?

  They were nearing the grand staircase that led up to the palace’s back door and as if she had read Sophie’s mind, Asil suddenly wheeled around and reaching up, grabbed Sophie’s hair and pulled her face down to her own. Her expression was of cold ferocity and Sophie stared back in sudden fear.

  “Listen! He wants me to show you the solitary cells because if you don’t win the big race, that’s where you’re going! Understand? Mind you, they’ll feed you ok because he had to pay for you. But me, I was a freebie and I nearly starved down there! So don’t go thinking everything’s rosy just because he fucked your mouth!” She stopped suddenly and seemed to think of something, then quickly she darted forwards and kissed Sophie on the lips.

  “And it is a lovely mouth,” she went on more softly. “But if anyone saw that, I’ll be back in those cells rather than sleeping with you tonight. The Prince is a hard man if he’s crossed, always remember that!”

  Then she turned and led Sophie on again, veering to the left before the stairs and taking her through a small door at ground level. They had to stop and let their eyes adjust to the comparative gloom inside before they went on down some steps. They came to a lobby where a man lounged behind a desk. He had an array of screens in front of him and looked up and leered when he saw them.

  “His Highness wants this one to see the solitary cells,” Asil said nodding towards Sophie.

  “Oh good! I’d like her down here
!” he said, standing up and coming round the desk. He was a lanky individual with an ill favoured and cruel look about him.

  “You know what happens if you touch a slave in solitary!” Asil retorted.

  “Yes, but there’s always before and after! I remember fucking what was left of you when we took you out. After we’d hosed you down of course.” His grin became even more unpleasant and Sophie could feel Asil’s fear of him. He saw it too and reached out to hold her right breast, his fingers clawing into the expensive silk of her shirt.

  “Alright, but I’ll have to tether this one first,” she said.

  She led Sophie over to the wall beside the desk where there were coat hooks and looped her leash over one before tying it. She gave Sophie a brave little smile and a pat on the bottom before she left her.

  “I shouldn’t be too long,” she whispered.

  Sophie stared at the grimy wall and listened to the sounds coming from behind her. There was the rustle of clothing and then a strained whimper from Asil followed by a soft groan of male pleasure. Sophie risked a small turn of her head, Asil was naked and lying on her back on the desk. One of her graceful legs was pulled up and the foot was resting on the top of the desk. The man had simply lifted his robe to his waist and his hand was busily working between Asil’s thighs. She could also see her small hand gripped around the dark skinned shaft of the man’s cock, she was masturbating him and Sophie could appreciate that she was trying to get him to come as fast as she could. He was wise to it however and pulled away after a few minutes, with a harsh laugh. Then he dragged Asil towards him until both legs hung over the edge of the desk, he stepped between them and holding his robe up he moved in to fuck her. He seemed to slip into her easily and she gave a moan of mingled pleasure and shame as she opened easily for him and Sophie saw her lift her legs and wrap them around him.

  The man laughed at her as he began to fuck her, jerking his hips backwards and forwards, shaking her slender body as he rammed in to his fullest extent. He seemed to be enjoying her grimaces of discomfort as much as the pleasures of her body.

  “You’re just a slave, bitch! You fuck whoever wants you. And you want whoever fucks you too!” He laughed again and then suddenly pulled out of her. “Now suck!” he said.

  Asil levered herself up off the desk and slowly got down onto her knees. He gripped his hands in her thick mane of hair and pulled her face onto his cock. Sophie just had time to see her soft lips forced wide open by the shaft before her face was buried so far against him she could see nothing except the back of her head and his hands gripped in her hair. For a few moments the man remained still and then he gave out a long sigh of ecstatic pleasure and began to thrust his hips back and forth with desperate haste. Sophie saw Asil’s small hands curl into fists and beat against the man’s thighs but then relax and hold them close to her as she swallowed.

  When he had finished with her, the man shoved her away and returned to his seat. Asil coughed, swallowed a couple of times and sat up slowly then gathered her clothes and dressed, raking her fingers through her dishevelled hair. When she came to release Sophie, she winked at her.

  “Not a bad cock, but he could wash it a bit more often,” she whispered, licking her lips.

  Sophie followed her down more stairs and here there were lights at regular intervals. The air grew danker and Sophie began to shiver as it grew colder too. Eventually they arrived in a stone passage that led away under a long line of dim lights.

  “These are just the cells,” Asil told her. “You’d better have a look anyway. Know your owner, my girl!”

  Sophie was led into the corridor and found a long line of doors on her left, each one had a small grille set into it.

  “Go and look,” Asil said.

  Sophie went cautiously up to the door and peered in. There was a small window in the far wall of the cell and Sophie could just make out the outlines of four naked women sitting on a stone bench along one wall. They looked up as her face blocked a bit of light and she heard the chink and clank of chains.

  “There’s always a few down here. Sometimes just for a day or so, sometimes longer. They’re in for everything from disobedience to laziness or maybe choking on a man’s cock, or because they’ve got their periods. It doesn’t take much to get a few days down here. But that’s not solitary – not by a long way.”

  She pulled on Sophie’s leash and went back to the foot of the stairs, then stopped by a wooden trapdoor in the floor. She let the leash go for a moment to stoop down and haul up on a metal ring set in the door. She grunted with effort and slowly the door rose and to Sophie’s horror she saw further steps descending.

  “Come on,” Asil said and took up the leash again to lead Sophie down the steep spiral staircase. To her surprise the light actually grew brighter and they found themselves in a passageway with an arched roof that made even Asil bend and Sophie had to practically bend double. The light came from strip lights placed every few feet along the short passage. There were four doors. They had no grilles. Asil went up to one and threw it open.

  “There’s no slaves down here today,” she said and pulled Sophie inside. The room was as low as the passage and solid stone, with no window, just a stone bench and a bucket in one corner. It was barely big enough for the two of them. But strangely it was well lit.

  “Lights stay on all day every day,” Asil said. “You never know whether it’s day or night. They feed you and empty the bucket once a day – if you’re lucky – but you can’t tell. Sometimes they turn the lights out and leave them out, maybe for a day or for a week, you can’t tell.” Sophie saw Asil shiver. “I tried screaming and begging but nothing happens. Then it’s silence and the dark. Usually they chain your hands,” she gestured at two chains hanging from the centre of the stone ceiling, “so you can’t play with yourself. Of course it means there are other things you can’t do, but that’s not their problem.”

  Sophie considered this and made a face.

  Asil smiled grimly. “Yes, you’re a bit ripe when they take you out. And there’s no sound, no contact. No pleasure, no pain. Nothing… Don’t have him send you here!” The last words came out as a hoarse whisper and now Sophie understood the fear she had seen in Asil’s eyes in the plane.

  “Why did…?” she had to risk speaking to ask.

  “Because one of his guests said I wasn’t a good fuck. He was so drunk he hadn’t been able to fuck me at all and his hangover made him vicious the next morning. When I came out his Highness said I’d been in for a month, he hadn’t meant me to be but Selim had forgotten to order my release. We’re just slaves, we don’t matter! Never forget that!” Asil’s bottom lip was trembling and Sophie tried to imagine thirty whole days of stone, cold, utter dark or pitiless light, and silence. Alone. They might remember to feed you, they might not. They might remember to release you. Or they might not. And suddenly she knew that she would win whatever race the Prince entered her for, or die trying.

  Much later she awoke in the dark of her stall. As she blinked her way to wakefulness she saw a girl’s shadowy figure unlocking the door of her stall. Once it was open she hurried in and immediately knelt to embrace her. It was Asil, and in the dark Sophie bathed her face in the fragrance of her hair and the softness of the lips that found hers and kissed her with desperate passion. In the gloom she fumbled behind Sophie to release her cuffs and the strap that led from them to the back of her collar so she couldn’t slip her hands under her and get them in front of her. Then there was the delicious fumbling to rid Asil of her clothes and finally the two women clung together, pressing their warm, naked flesh to each other. Sophie bent her head and nuzzled one of Asil’s breasts and her nostrils picked up an unmistakable odour.

  Asil laughed and lay back on the straw. “He left plenty of his come inside me so you could have it. He says there’s plenty more where that came from if you win. But if not…” she didn’t need to finish the sentence and in any case Sophie was already burrowing down between Asil’s spread thi
ghs, licking up her owner’s spunk from the girl’s smooth and warm skin then questing deep inside her sheath to find if there was any more. There was, and she sucked and lapped at each thick, pungent droplet, making Asil cry out in pleasure. In the afternoon he had spent so deep in her throat that she had not been able to taste him, but now she could relish his full pungency, the actual taste of true ownership and complete power. The taste of girl juice soon replaced that of sperm, however, and Sophie withdrew a little so she could lick along the girl’s perineum and was rewarded by another globule of sperm that had oozed down to Asil’s anus. The sensation of having Sophie’s tongue rimming her made her squeal with pleasure and her hands gripped hard in her hair to force her to carry on. Sophie gave a muffled groan of her own pleasure as she felt the grip tighten.

  While she was down there she saw the thick tramlines inscribed on Asil’s beautifully rounded bottom and once she turned over, Sophie kissed them all and then moved up to kiss the welts on her back.

  It was a long night and neither girl got much sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “She’s not being entered!” Brian’s voice was high pitched with shock as he studied the e mail.

  “Poor girl! Must be the only one for miles around then!” Martha looked up from her work with a smile.

  Brian reached out and smacked her bottom. “I mean Ace. She’s not being run in the Bakhtar Open.”

  Martha’s expression changed instantly to surprise. “Why not? She was odds on surely!”

  “I’ve just had a mail from Neil at Proteus and as it’s a street circuit with long stretches of cobbles, he’s not risking her. He says she could be damaged by a fall.”

  “Is that a possibility?”

  Brian shrugged. “It could happen, yes. But she runs risks like that at every Derby and every games she takes part in.”