Sinking into a cosy velvet lounge chair hidden in a corner, he propped his feet up against the wood-panelled wall and stretched his arms out over his head. All in all, he decided it had been a pretty good day. He'd got the star of the show award and his commission from her future sale would net him a sizeable fortune. Matthews didn't need the money, lucky bastard that he was, but he could sure use some. The shame of it was that he wouldn't see a penny of it until she was sold, so they both needed to get their asses into gear. Maybe he could hire her out in the meantime. He'd have to see about that.
A loud beeping sound began filtering through the room and he was startled from his pleasant daydream. Looking at his watch, he was disgusted to find she'd only been on the damned bike twenty minutes. 'Get that fanny moving before I decide to shove several thousand volts up it, Petal,' he yelled.
Jenny was having a hard time concentrating on doing anything at all when her suit was playing its horribly perfect tune upon her body. It was giving her the full-works treatment this time around, and taking no prisoners. The thread-like little wires located all over the interior of her bodysuit had come to life and were firing little bursts of pleasurable current all around her. In some areas, such as her back, she could feel very little sensation. In others, such as her breasts, inner thighs and ass cheeks, she almost exploded with feeling. It was prickly at first and took a little getting used to, but as it gradually increased in intensity she could not stop herself from squirming in heat. Trying to escape the current was useless, especially when her feet where pinned into tight pedals. Add that to the pumping dildos, the boob massager, an occasional nipple tweak with one or both clamps and a vibrating clit stimulator, and you had a hell of a time focusing on anything. The orgasm building inside her was swift of commencement and quick to intensify into a thigh-trembling, full-blown, earth-shattering need. She wanted this. Albrecht had created such an incredible thirst for pleasure inside her that there was little else she could think about. It couldn't be slaked, no matter how many times she was granted an orgasm. Knowing she would be denied such a release made the pain and imminent denial of such hedonism all the more powerful. Why did you always long for that which you could not have? And she hungered.
Each second that ticked by, each slow, dragging turn on the pedal by her hoof increased her anxiety. The screen flashed instructions to her and beeped out obscenities, but she barely heard them. She could only listen to the concentrated whimpering of her body as it cried out for release. The dildos began to vibrate in both her ass and pussy. She tried to suck in air. No air. She could barely breathe through the tiny hole in her gag and her nose was not cooperating. The beeping became louder in both volume and pitch. Her eardrums protested the sound. Kyle shouted something, but his words sounded slurred and broken inside her head. Her suit was too tight and far too hot. Her hooved hands pawed helplessly in mid-air. Her mouth wanted to shout 'get me out of here!' but all she could do was suffer in silence as the suit consumed and suffocated her physique.
There was another shout from Kyle, angrier this time, but no more intelligible to her addled brain. Her feet could not move any faster even though she tried her hardest to pummel the pedals beneath her.
With no warning the device shocked her body into bone-jarringly rigid submission. One of her hooves smacked her hard in the face as her body did its best to escape the pain being shot through it. It felt like a thousand rubber-band slingshots had been aimed at her body and snapped. Every nerve-ending screamed, each hair stood on end and every muscle contracted with agony. Her eyesight disappeared for a second before everything began shaking. Then Jenny realised it was her shaking, rather than the room around her.
Unsurprisingly enough, when comprehension of her surroundings dawned and she heard Kyle yelling in the background, her feet began to move again. They were shaky circles her ankles were making, but they were adequate. On the plus side, all thoughts of her impending orgasm and desperation to climax had been abruptly forgotten. With her lungs breathing fire she began to dwell on the thoughts of her own fragile mortality.
By the time they'd reached the forty minute mark Petal was getting a regular shock every five minutes or so. Whilst he enjoyed administering the dose of current, watching as it spiralled through her body, making her twitch and jump spasmodically, he realised he had much more work on his hands than he'd initially thought. The girl was so out of condition that a lazy thirty minute walk might finish her off. He'd never seen a pony so out of condition, and it was galling to realise that they were going to have a hell of time catching up to the others, even on the fast-track programme he had planned for her.
'Faster, Petal, faster.' Kyle kicked his feet out in front of him and watched disgustedly as Petal once again faltered on the pedals. The bike sprang to life with flashing lights and alarms. Goddamn. He was officially annoyed and they hadn't been in partnership more than an hour. This wasn't a great start to their relationship. Trying a different button along the bottom of the remote, which had faithfully doled out pain in different measures up until now, he hoped he'd hit the mother lode this time. The girl needed to learn a lesson. He was in charge and if he said cycle, she'd better cycle her little backside off or risk the consequences of frying it big style. As his finger punched the tab he heard an almighty shriek before Petal's body stiffened in shock and then slithered over the side of the bike. If her boots hadn't been locked in she'd have toppled over headfirst. Oh shit.
Flying across the room, nearly tripping over his own feet, he tore the gag out of her mouth. He was supposed to have removed it before she got on the bike. Unbuckling her feet he lowered her to the floor. She was a bit heavier than he'd expected and they both tumbled rather abruptly. Feeling around for a pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief to discover she was indeed still alive. Phew. Then he looked at his prized gold Omega watch and clucked in annoyance. He'd promised she'd be back in the stables in ten minutes' time. She had five cocks to suck to completion as penance for yesterday's failure in the paddock, including his own, and she was supposed to spend an hour with Mistress Lupine and the dildos. That might have to wait until tomorrow. By the looks of her they'd need to be quick as she'd need a feed straight after he got her stabled up for the group session bedtime spanking. She could suck at the same time. Semen could be classed as food, too. There were fifteen calories per teaspoon, apparently, although she'd have to be a very busy girl to make a decent meal out of it.
Grabbing a bucket of water from the low wooden shelf behind Petal, he tipped its contents over her face. Hopefully some would make it past the latex. It took two further buckets of cold water before she spluttered into life. 'Come on, Petal. There's no sleeping on the job. We frown on that kind of thing here. You've also successfully pissed me off because now I've covered you with water I'll be unable to shock you until tomorrow morning. We take health and safety very seriously here at Albrecht.' Kyle formed a growl in the back of his throat. 'Get on your hands and knees and follow me out to the stable. If you're a good girl you get to move on two feet but if you misbehave, you'll be crawling. Trotting upright is a privilege round these parts and you'd do well to remember that, horsie. OK, you've got cocks to suck and a bottom to be spanked.' Kyle sighed. 'I'd better not hear a sound out of your gob, either, or I will shock you, the water trickling around your body be damned. It would be a shame if you ended up in medical on our first night together, though.' He gave her a sour look to drive his point home.
Striding on ahead, he didn't bother checking behind him to make sure she followed. Why should he bother, Jenny thought acidly, when she'd been chipped and wired up to blow? Seething, she barely had the energy to get up on her hands and knees, much less crawl, but somehow she made it out of the room and followed him towards the barn. She was speechless, but not because Kyle had ordered her to be. She simply could not form one coherent word in her head after the day's events, which weren't finished by a long shot by the looks of it. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the next five m
inutes, let alone complete the antics her new trainer had planned. If she'd thought things were bad before, she had no idea how bad things were going to get. Speaking of all things bad, her suit chose that moment to wake up and the dildo in her ass began to inflate with eye-watering pressure. The one in her pussy quickly followed suit and she wondered if there was any chance they might burst, what with all the air being pumped inside them. She could only be grateful that there was no vibration as yet.
Crawling with her legs as wide as they could go, to relieve what pressure she could, she swore silently as the rest of the suit gradually came to life. So much for there being no vibration, now she practically trembled all over. Disgustedly she found her mouth drooling with need, even though she had not been gagged. Wiping away the spittle with a plastic hoof she crawled onwards and thoughts of vengeance overtook her once more. She wondered if Kyle would help her, given the right incentive. If not, Mark's previous offer for the position of a lifetime submissive slave suddenly seemed a whole lot more appealing.
Yoo-hoo Darling
Tapping sharply against the glossy screen of a smartphone, a bright red talon poised over a list of contacts before choosing one that read The Boss. Lifting the phone to her ear with extreme caution, it was clear that the woman did not wish to do damage to her elegantly-styled blonde waves, which had been tamed in beautifully long tresses that rested in perfect glossy order upon her immaculate leather jacket. Listening to the dial tone as the call connected, the woman smiled to herself. It had been a good day - a very good day, in fact.
'Darling,' said a refined male voice, 'I trust you've seen the CCTV footage?'
'Exquisite. Just the tiniest glimmer of pain as he exited the building, but it's the most expression he's allowed us to witness in a very long time. I think you might have nailed it. Who would have thought? The girl might very well be his Achilles heel and we'll be there to exploit that weakness to the fullest, won't we, dear?'
He chuckled. 'I certainly hope so. I've been waiting a long time to bring him down and my patience was beginning to wear thin. No one seems to inspire any kind of emotion within him and I was beginning to despair.'
She purred into the handset, 'You think he might drown, hook, line and sinker with this one?'
'You never can tell, but there's a chance. It's been a long wait.'
'Do you really think you'll get him to agree to what you have planned?' The blonde pushed her lips into a delicate moue as she considered the question.
'There are no guarantees, but that's half the fun. Now he's taken a bite of the apple, I suspect he'll be back for more. If we see him back at Albrecht within the week, we'll know we've nailed it.'
'What then?'
'Then, we let him have another little taste of her, to whet his appetite and up the stakes. Kyle's the perfect trainer with which to achieve that. I couldn't have picked a better one had I done it myself.'
'Don't you feel in the least bit guilty?' The blonde already knew it was a stupid question before the query left her lips, but she wanted to make sure this man was almost as inhuman as he seemed.
'Not even the tiniest bit, darling.'
'So you're going to let Kyle do his worst?'
'Yes, my dear,' he said with absolute conviction, 'although I don't think it will be necessary.'
'And when you get Matthews right where you want him, you'll let me do my worst?'
'That's the part I've been looking forward to the most.' Michael Redcliff did not smile, but he allowed himself to get lost in a rather pleasant daydream of Mark Matthews, kneeling naked, prostrate at his feet and begging for mercy as the whip came down.
Research
Immediately cancelling his hotel reservation for the evening, Mark headed straight for the chopper and got the crew to file a flight plan straight back to London. Good job he'd had the forethought to keep them on standby. He didn't fancy the long drive home in the fired-up state he was in. Stepping up into the AW139, the two blondes from earlier greeted with him garishly bright smiles and looked crushed when he told them to fuck off. Too bad. He wasn't in the mood for anything even remotely resembling sex, and wasn't that a first? He was beginning to wish he had never laid eyes on Jennifer Redcliff. Now he had a head full of questions that probably wouldn't find answers and a throat full of bile. Buckling himself into the deeply cushioned cream leather seat at the rear of the craft, he let his thoughts tumble about while he tried to piece together the puzzle.
He should probably think himself lucky to have lost, and count his blessings. It wasn't as if he needed any additional distractions in his life right now. Training Petal would have been a large undertaking and one he really didn't have the time or resources to be taking on. His plate was already overflowing and there were plenty of seconds to be had with the merest wave of his hand. Let it go. You don't need this kind of aggravation in your life. Hah! His cock was screaming, oh but you do, and because it rarely screamed such things, on the rare occasions it did, he listened. What was so damned special about this one? He growled.
Pulling out his cell phone he quickly began to bark out orders to poor unfortunate Khalil, the head of Intel for Zystrom and his numerous other holdings. 'I'm sending you a voice recording. I need you to analyse it. I want to know whose voice it is. Yes, I am well aware there are a lot of people in the world but I also know you're the best. There's a pay rise in it for you if you come up with the goods. Twenty-four hours. No. That's a maximum of twenty-four hours and there'll be a bonus involved if you can get the info to me in less. While you're on the line, I want everything you can get me on a Miss Jennifer Courtney Redcliff, daughter of Michael Redcliff, owner of Synstyte Petroleum.' There was a brief pause. 'I pay you enough to do both at the same time. I do not pay you to be funny. Yes, I want bra and panty sizes, favourite ice-cream flavour, if she's ever had lesbian sex and whether she does threesomes. I also want bank details, parentage, siblings, previous boyfriends, store card debts, the works.' Another pause. 'No detail is too small. If the girl likes picking her toenails while watching When Harry Met Sally every Saturday evening, I want to know about it. Oh, and get me all you can on a Kyle Levison while you're at it, and I can tell you now it won't be pretty. When you find out something, call me immediately.' Another lengthy pause as Mark digested some chatter before he interrupted, 'Then what are you waiting for? We're on a timescale here.' He terminated the call.
Tapping his foot upon the cream carpeted floor, he let out a pent-up breath. At least that was one item on his agenda dealt with. He'd know who the owner of Albrecht was shortly. Toying with his cell a moment longer, he wondered whether to have Marianna ready to serve him when he arrived back at the office. Whilst not in the mood to play now, by the time he'd replayed Jennifer Redcliff being fucked by Dirty and Bastard, he'd probably need to take the edge off his hunger and cheer himself up. He decided to make the call. He would probably need to release a few endorphins if he had any chance of sleeping tonight.
'Hello Cecilia. Is Marianna still in the office? No, don't tell her I require her, but make sure she doesn't leave her apartment this evening. That will be all.'
Deposited back at his apartment a mere two hours after his brief round of telephone calls, the first thing Mark did was shed his clothes and jump into the shower. His bathroom was more of what was termed a 'wet' room and there were no cubicles, just lots of elegantly modern chrome taps and dark slate tiles. Turning on the faucet to max, he ran large quantities of steaming hot water over his body, as if it might erase the stink of his God awful day, before stepping out onto the heated floor and towelling himself off.
Quickly running a razor over his jaw, he applied moisturizer and cologne. All he needed to do now was slip into something a little more comfortable and he was good to go. His eyes flared as the image of Jennifer Redcliff, sitting on his lap in her rubber suit and squirming madly as she succumbed to the suit's first real attempt at playing with her came to mind. She had smelt of polish and sex, and bizarrely, the combination was in
toxicating. He would have loved nothing more than to have been granted the honour of training her body and mind to within an inch of its life, but sadly, that was not to be and he'd do well to get over the fact.
Pulling a black cashmere sweater over his head and dragging on a pair of expertly tailored black trousers, he grabbed the keys to his Mercedes and began to contemplate his next move. It was clear he needed to get her out of his system and Marianna would be the obvious choice. At the very least she would slake his thirst for the female sex and it might be enough to appease his anger at the day's events. Stopping briefly in the kitchen to avail himself of the use of his coffee machine, he decided caffeine would be a good precursor to the evening ahead. He could certainly use some 'rocket fuel' inside his system to get him motivated. Although he could survive on just a couple of hours' sleep a day, it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience.
Flipping the switch to heat the water and grinding some fresh coffee beans, he took slow even breaths and planned his surprise date down to the very last detail. It was the control freak inside him. Every 'i' needed to be dotted and every 't' crossed. Would his blood run as hot for her as it had Miss Redcliff? He doubted it, but time would tell.
The light on the machine flashed green and he pressed the button to hear the satisfying roar of the coffee percolator come to life. Spewing forth steaming, inky black liquid into his espresso cup, he cooled the strong brew with a dash of cold water, but added nothing more. Firing the shot down the back of his throat in one gulp he banged the cup back down on the table and made for the door. Showtime.
Would the lovely Miss Morreau be wearing panties? He hoped so. He had an all-consuming need to mete out various types of punishment, and a little pain on her behalf would be a delightful end to his rather unpleasant day.
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