by Lindsay Ross
‘He looks like you’re driving him crazy,’ said Chrissie. ‘He can’t wait to get out of the flat.’
‘I think you must be jealous, Chris. I thought we were friends.’
The first time Andy caned Anna properly brought more conflicting and confusing thoughts crowding into Chrissie’s head.
In one way, Chrissie was frankly pleased to see Anna being hurt, but overriding that was resentment that it was Anna getting the attention. And when it was over and Anna swanked around, showing off her bottom, turning her back on Chrissie so she couldn’t miss the stripes, Chrissie felt like strangling her. This was the girl who’d whimpered and wept and thrown herself on the floor like an Oscar-winning actress when she was whipped by the truckers. Now she wore her stripes with pride like badges of honour.
Chrissie knew Andy had thrashed Anna out of frustration and temper, she knew he wasn’t sexually aroused but Anna was convinced she was his number one slave.
Chrissie had to find a way of dealing with the cuckoo in the nest.
Chapter Fourteen
When Susannah was introduced to cart pulling she was pleased to see she was paired with Rex.
She was also pleased that it was Emma who decided to pick them as her team. The races were held in a field marked out with lanes and there were cameras in all strategic positions because, as with most of the activities on the island, the commercial imperative held sway.
They were both naked apart from the harness and Rex practically always got an erection as soon as they were brought together.
Emma inserted plugs into their assholes before they set off. Susannah wasn’t sure if this was to prevent them soiling themselves as they circled round or simply another way of exerting her control.
Susannah found herself in a state of almost permanent arousal herself because of the proximity of the two people that meant most to her, Rex alongside her with his musky male smell and Emma standing above her in the cart, flicking her whip over the naked rumps of her two four-legged creatures.
She felt her juices dripping from the moment she was brought out.
Her head was filled with wild thoughts like what if Rex fucked her and Emma whipped both of them as they made the beast with two backs. Emma’s work with her whip and Rex’s efforts with his enormous cock would bring her to a state of ecstasy followed by multiple orgasms.
They set off round the training ring. It was soon clear that Emma wanted them go very fast and she used the whip liberally.
It was likely that Emma wanted to join in competitive carting as soon as she could train them and was utterly determined to win. She’d chosen her pairing carefully, knowing that both of them were strong and that both adored her and would stretch themselves to the limit to please her. Susannah exchanged glances with Rex and they accelerated together, soon gathering speed so the carriage rattled over any bumps in the surface.
Susannah fancied she was getting more of the whip than Rex and was pleased, convinced in her own mind this was the way Emma showed her interest, by inflicting pain. She liked the idea that her ass was constantly in the line of her sight, an ever-present target for her whip. She raised her bottom and waggled it from side to side just in case Emma’s concentration strayed. ‘Thrash me,’ she said under her breath. ‘Flay me.’
When the training was over, both she and Rex were bathed in sweat. Emma untied their harness and sent them running round the track for another three circuits. Susannah was so keen to perform well for her mistress she summoned all her strength to achieve a rapid pace, taking long determined strides. Her tits flapped about painfully, but this was something she was accustomed to and, like all other pain, it was for Emma so it was worth it. She opened up quite a distance between herself and Rex. He had his own problems in running naked, his cock flicking from side to side, sometimes getting semi stiff. She wondered if there was any chance that the swinging motion might make him come. The idea was quite a turn-on.
In the end, she beat Rex by a yard or two.
She expected Emma to be pleased, expected that she might be thrown a dog biscuit but it was Rex who got the reward, although she wasn’t sure if he would see things in the same light.
Emma began to whip him fiercely so much so that he cowered down, his hands trying to protect his head and shoulders from the deluge of lashes.
‘You need to keep up with her, boy! Make a proper effort or I’ll have your balls!’ she screamed at him, continuing the thrashing.
Rex slipped onto his bottom and she stood over him. She whipped him again and again, not caring when the lash came down on his cock and balls.
When she was finished, her fury spent, she left him lying on the grass and strode into the stable.
She emerged with a weight and attached it to Rex’s limp cock so that it dragged his balls low and making him look even bigger.
Emma told him she wanted six more circuits and he set off, having to run with bowed legs because of the weight.
***
Chrissie rang Brian and explained what he had to do.
It was a risk because she didn’t want him back in her life but she felt sufficiently protected by Andy and Emma. And if Brian was handed a woman he could use to vent all his deep-seated anger and frustration he was less likely to pose a threat to her or to any other woman. It could be a kind of therapy for him.
She was able to convince Andy quite easily because he was at the end of his tether with Anna. She asked him to be there when Brian came in case he turned on her.
Brian turned up at the designated time and expressed his preference for Anna, as was planned. Chrissie knew she should have felt guilty, but she didn’t. She was sure they were made for each other. True sadist meets true masochist.
Anna slipped into her usual fawning manner, glancing at Chrissie as if to say, ‘You see he chose me, I am far more desirable.’
Andy showed Brian the clothing and equipment that were at his disposal. ‘If she is to your liking, you can take her with you.’
The look of triumph on Anna’s face faded in an instant.
‘No, please,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m your slave!’ She threw herself at Andy’s feet, grasping his legs, struggling to find English words for her entreaties.
‘You see how loyal she is,’ said Andy.
‘Loyal to you,’ said Brian.
‘That will pass to you when you become her master as it does when you buy a dog. But I suggest you are very firm with her from the beginning and train her in your ways.’
‘I will,’ said Brian. ‘She will forget you ever existed.’
Anna tried to resist, all flying arms and kicking legs.
Chrissie and Andy put the harness on her and hung her from the hook that Chrissie knew so well. It had been her harness, her hook. They hung her with her back to her new master.
No, turn her round,’ said Brian. ‘I want to whip her breasts.’
They did as he requested.
‘Do you have a blindfold?
‘Of course. Chrissie…’
‘And bring a ball gag while you’re about it.’
It felt strange to Chrissie that she was doing Brian’s bidding again but now there was no reluctance on her part, no feeling of resentment.
She watched Brian unfurl the whip he’d selected. He stepped back and looked at the woman he was about to flog.
Chrissie shivered. Was this what he would have liked to do to her? What was the strange chemistry between human beings that she was pleased to be punished by Andy and more so by Emma, but couldn’t bear the idea of Brian as her master?
He’d probably never whipped a woman before but his first lash curled unerringly round Anna’s breasts, raising an angry weal.
Chrissie saw Anna’s body shudder and knew there would have been a scream of pain but for the fact she was biting hard on the gag.
Chrissie thought of the numerous beatings the woman had endured from her various captors, but even so, she was not inured to pain, certainly not when the whip struck her tende
r breasts.
‘It’s warm work,’ said Brian and began to undress.
‘Would you like a glass of wine, my friend?’ Andy asked him.
‘I won’t decline the offer.’
‘White or red?’
‘Red,’ said Brian.
‘Chrissie, a glass of red wine for our visitor and one for me.’
When Chrissie brought the glasses, Brian was naked.
She was not surprised to see his erection. She guessed he would have been stiff from the moment he’d seen Anna helpless without her clothes.
Brian went close to Anna to take a long drink from his glass, emphasising there was no refreshment for her.
He moved about, not hurrying the flogging, making her wait, knowing it was worse for her that way.
He handed his glass to Chrissie then struck the woman again across her breasts.
While she was still writhing in agony, Brian stepped up to her and eased his prick into her sex. He put his hands under her thighs to open her up more and Chrissie saw his buttocks dimple as he pushed in further.
His hands were kneading her tits, adding to her pain and humiliation. He thrust hard into her. He fucked her for a time, pulled out and went to retrieve his whip.
Chrissie saw by the way he aimed the whip that he was seeking a different part of her body.
The lash made contact across her lower belly in line with her hips and the mark it made looked like a low-slung belt.
Anna’s body convulsed again and she kicked the air in her agony.
The blindfold was cruel because she never knew when the whip was coming until she heard the whistle of the weighted tip through the air and then she had no notion of where it would land until she felt the searing pain.
‘I’d like you to alter her position,’ he told Andy. ‘I’d like to whip her between her legs.’
Andy and Chrissie took Anna down from the hook and arranged her on the leather sofa, laying her on her back with her legs over the arm. They parted her legs so her naked pussy was exposed. If Brian stepped back a few paces and used the whip with a downward stroke he would catch her lips and Venus mound. His first attempt was successful and the onlookers saw Anna’s body arch in agony.
They had to hold her hard, grasping her legs, for Brian to have a motionless target and it took some effort to achieve.
He took the whip back a long way then brought it down with all his strength on her most tender parts.
It was what Chrissie could have told Andy he would do; go for the most vulnerable part of her body. The long blood-red stripe looked like someone had gashed and extended Anna’s sex in some macabre operation.
Brian set down his whip again and lowered his body over Anna,
penetrating her just where the whip had landed. He fucked her with fierce thrusts of his pelvis.
Chrissie wondered what Andy was thinking. She looked at his face and saw he was rapt. She wondered if he had a hard on.
When Brian withdrew his prick it was slimy with Anna’s juices.
She guessed he was fucking her until he felt his climax was close and then withdrawing to whip her again.
Chrissie wondered if she could have endured such severe punishment at the hands of Andy or Emma. This was more brutal than anything that had happened to her. She knew she should feel pity for the girl but she didn’t.
Her mind was filled with one question: Would Brian take her away with him and make her his possession? She felt this would release her once and for all from any residual threads that still connected them.
***
Chrissie was in a state of nervous excitement as she saw the island again, memories flooding back into her mind, coupled with anticipation of what might be ahead.
She assumed she was being brought back for more filming, to feed the insatiable appetite of the porn industry.
With Anna out of the way, she’d watched Andy close the flat down for the rest of the summer, checking the electrical appliances, shutting some of the blinds.
Chrissie was naked under the three quarter length coat that she always wore outside. She reflected on the days when she used to go round the shops on a Saturday looking for new outfits. The fact that she didn’t miss having new clothes underlined the enormous change that had come about since first Andy and then Emma had taken her as a slave.
There was a wind blowing, a warm breeze really, that ruffled the waves into a hint of white horses.
Andy was steering the boat himself, the very same craft that had brought her to the island the first time when she was held captive (that was the truth of it) by Roy, Piers and Maurice.
As soon as they reached the little mooring place, Andy told Chrissie to remove the coat and walk naked up to the house.
Chrissie was pleased to be greeted by Mary, who was as warm and friendly as before and full of compliments about her looks and figure.
‘It’s so good to have you back, Chrissie, perhaps for a longer period this time?’
Chrissie looked towards Andy but his face was expressionless.
‘We’ll see,’ she said. ‘I’d like to stay.’
She drank Mary’s customary glass of cool lemonade and then followed Andy through the vast hall which looked much as before with its sets, gantries, scaffolds, batteries of lights and cameras with their covers on.
On her last visit, Chrissie had not been given the opportunity to see much of what was behind the studios and had never been as far as Andy was taking her.
Ahead she saw a number of men in brown coats and felt the little thrill she still experienced when she was naked and everyone else was dressed.
They seemed to be walking towards an area of wooden buildings and wire cages that looked to Chrissie like a place where animals might be kept.
When they turned off the path, she saw cages. They were not occupied by domestic or wild animals but by naked girls crawling about on all fours.
It was clear they were meant to be human canines because of the way they were behaving and because they wore studded collars and in some cases harnesses.
As they moved down the line, Chrissie was astonished to see that in one cage there was a girl connected up to a milking machine with two of the men in brown coats in attendance. Her mind raced with explanations for what she was seeing.
‘You’ve seen our breeding bitches,’ Andy said. ‘Now let’s see the dogs.’
Sure enough, the next few cages were occupied by young men, naked like the girls. Seeing her pass, some came to scrabble at the wire, getting up on their hind legs, panting and drooling. She saw a few had erections, but she wasn’t sure if that was because of her. She couldn’t tell if it was hunger or lust that drove them to rattle the wire netting; one actually whined exactly like a dog.
‘They smell your sex,’ said Andy, ending any uncertainty.
And then Chrissie saw her.
Emma, looking magnificent in her riding habit, striding towards them, tapping her boots with a riding crop.
Instantly, Chrissie performed her half-bow, half curtsey greeting.
Andy and Emma embraced and then Emma turned to look carefully at Chrissie.
‘How is our little red-haired bitch?’
‘Glad to be here, I think,’ said Andy. ‘If she had a tail, she’d be wagging it.’
‘She’ll introduce a nice colouring with her offspring. Her pups are bound to be ginger.’
Chrissie hated being called ginger and it was the first time Emma had referred to her that way. The shock of that was almost as great as the shock of hearing that she was to have ‘pups’. She was going to be mated with one of those caged boys!
Emma told her to get down on her hands and knees.
‘The sooner you get into practice, the better,’ she told her.
Chrissie obeyed.
‘Leave her with me,’ she said to Andy. ‘I’ll choose a nice collar and take her for a walk. Have you allocated a cage?’
‘I thought she could share with Susannah, at least to begin with.’
‘Good idea. They’re both about the same age.’
Emma told Chrissie to follow her and marched off at a pace Chrissie found difficult to maintain. Her knees hurt on the gravel pathway and she lagged behind.
Emma came back and whipped her flanks with the crop.
‘Get a move on, Fat Arse!’ she said. ‘I can’t be waiting all day. You’re as idle as you ever were!’
They came to a wooden chalet type of building which Emma appeared to have as her office; there was a desk bearing a computer and glass fronted bookcases containing bundles of papers and box files. There were also stacks of collars, leads and other doggie accessories.
Emma selected a chrome studded collar and put it round Chrissie’s neck, pulling it tight.
‘Walkies,’ she said.
Emma took Chrissie over fields away from the cluster of buildings toward a copse, striding out and swinging the crop at her side. She carried a leash but had not attached it to Chrissie’s collar.
‘You can run free here and get some exercise. Get some weight off that fat backside of yours.’
Chrissie did her best to keep up, but found it difficult to crawl at speed. If she fell back, Emma was waiting for her to catch up and used the crop vigorously on her back or bottom.
When they reached the copse, Emma put her on the lead and pulled her to a part that was hidden by holly bushes and trees.
‘On your back,’ she ordered. ‘You can perform for me like you did in Andy’s flat.’
Chrissie watched Emma take off her boots, then her breeches and panties. She lowered her shapely bottom onto Chrissie’s face, looking towards her feet and let the crop just dangle over her body.
Chrissie was overjoyed to taste her mistress again and lapped her pussy enthusiastically.
But she soon felt a stinging sensation across her belly as Emma leaned forward and applied the whip. Worse was to come.
Emma ordered her to open her legs wide and when Chrissie obeyed, she brought the crop down between her thighs to strike her pussy. Chrissie was reminded of how Brian had tortured Anna in the same manner.
She allowed a scream to escape her lips which made Emma angry.
‘Keep your mouth shut, bitch! I don’t want anyone to know we’re here.’