Groomed, Trapped, Enslaved. The Complete Story.
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I become highly aroused at the prospect of being speared by a mysterious visitor and begin to wiggle my butt in an effort to send him a signal that I want to be fucked.
“Patience English,” chided the stranger in a heavily accented voice.
His warm hands move downwards, so that his thumbs can part my blazing cleft. Where his fingers on my butt had been gentle, his thumbs, probing my bulging cunt are cruel. They enter my gushing entrance together and roughly stretch my vagina as though he wants to tear me apart. I scream and try to struggle, but calm down when another object, which I identify as his cock, joins his thumbs to begin its relentless journey of impalement.
His shaft is long and thick and when he reached full penetration his warm thighs are pressed hard up against my cold ones. I can just feel the tip of his cock nudging the roof of my womb, before he starts to slowly withdraw and fuck me with firm unhurried strokes.
My body becomes alive, as all the different sensations flash and jag through my nervous system, raising my temperature and triggering an insatiable desire in my hungry quim. I have a little movement backward, so I’m soon meeting his thudding lunges to try and get as much of his cock into my tight quim as I can.
The stranger leans forward and reaches under to massage my breasts, and taunts me by squeezing around my areolas and rolling them between his fingers, so that the weights on my nipples rotate in wide circles under me. His heavy balls also nudge my clit weight, each time he pounds into me and when combined with all the other sensations I ascend into another wild orgasm.
My veins are still alive with electricity when the stranger withdraws, but all I receive by way of thanks, is a pat on the butt, and then he’s gone. I’m left to mull over what’s happened to me and think about how I’ve gone from being a quiet, coy secretary in a Brighton solicitor’s office to a rutting Pony-girl in the Italian, Tyrolean Mountains!
Chapter 31
The awful truth!
Sabina eventually fetches me from the stalls, not before three more unidentified men speared my ravished cunt and a stable boy washed my body down with warm water and a sponge. She leads me back to the crate where two male assistants are waiting to help me to clamber back inside, before the top is nailed back in place.
The collar-cuff-yoke devise is left in place, along with the butt plug and clit clamp, so I have another miserable ride home inside the container. One thing I became used to, was peeing in the standing position. I had to shame myself both when I arrived and just before I returned to the crate.
The other Pony-girls were all doing it, as if it had become a natural way to relieve themselves, but I doubt if I will ever get used to my urine running down the insides of my legs and onto my boots.
On arrival at our destination, I’m released from the crate, and find that I’m back in the garage at the villa. Cala is on hand to strip all my clothes and restraints off, before washing me down with warm soapy water. I follow the housekeeper inside to the kitchen and I’m relieved to see that Maria hasn’t been punished any further and instead allowed to join me for our evening meal.
I look at the clock - 10.15 - and see that Carla is getting a lot of food ready for a late night party. Maria and I continue eating, while Carla prepares a buffet in the main living room. We’re allowed to finish our food before being led up to the blue room where she tells us to have a quick shower together.
It’s the second time I’ve been left alone with Maria and the first time we’re naked and alone. I don’t waste a second in taking Maria in my arms and giving her a full kiss on her beautiful rose bud lips. My heart flutters when she returns the kiss passionately and when we part we are both breathless and flushed.
“Maria,” I gasp. “Are you okay after losing your race?”
“Yes Judy. I’m not as fit as you and I think the Master changed his mind about punishing me when he saw you win your race.”
We kissed again and took a few moments to caress each other’s bodies. I’m amazed at how our figures are identical in shape and size and wonder if Bruno Ambrosi had scoured the world for girls with matching bodies! When we emerge from the bathroom into the bedroom, a fresh set of kinky, fetish rubber clothes are laid out for us.
“Get dressed quick! The guests will be here soon.” The stocky housekeeper orders.
I was tired before the shower, but now feel rejuvenated after my cuddle with Maria, but I’m not looking forward to the possibility of having to perform again on the table.
We help each other on with severe black rubber corsets, which need tight lacing to draw our waists into the hour-glass shape that the housekeeper demands. She watches what we’re doing until the two sides of the corset are drawn completely together.
There’s no give at all in the heavily boned corset, so I find it awkward to roll the black rubber stockings onto my foot and up my leg, finally attaching them to the six suspenders.
The corsets have half cups and lift our breasts, making them appear larger and more prominent. My nipples are larger than Maria’s, but when Carla snaps large clamps with attached black pom-poms, we suddenly became identical. I bite my lip when the dull ache returns to my nubs and know I will suffer as long as I have to wear them.
The housekeeper makes us sit on the bed while she fetches another box of toys. I don’t like the look of the contents and when she produces a red ball gag with full head harness, I can’t help protesting.
“Please Miss, you don’t need to pu…!” SLAP!
Her hand flew up and struck me on the side of the face, leaving my cheek stinging with pain.
“Shut up English whore!” she snarls.
With that she shoves the ball in my mouth and tightly buckles the harness, forcing it even deeper into my mouth. Now I’m speechless, I can’t protest when she lifts a thick rubber hood from the box.
I have to sit there, while she forces it over my face, gathers my short hair within it and then pulls the zip down until my whole head is engulfed in the tight, restricting rubber hood.
The heavy scent of rubber assaults my senses, but luckily there are small holes for me to see and breathe through. I sit and wait while she fits Maria’s gag and hood.
“Get up!” orders the housekeeper. “Hands on the bed, feet apart!” I’ve been expecting and dreading this order, so I quickly get into position and push my pert globes back.
I feel Carla grasp the end of the carrot shaped butt plug and ease it out of my anus and then push the ball of the double ball butt plug against my resisting muscle. It slips in easier than the previous time and I’m greatly relieved when it’s finally in my ass, without too much pain.
Finally Carla attaches a pendant to my clit clamp, a fluffy cover over my anal tail and then moves on to Maria to complete her outfit. Once she finishes with Maria, we’re allowed to stand and step into 3” stilettoes.
We stand together and stare at our reflections in the mirror. I gasp, because everything about us is identical Even the dagger tattoos, pointing directly down toward our smooth clefts are identical. My cleft dimple is a little lower, but apart from that minor detail, no one will be able to tell us apart!
The black rubber corsets, stockings and hoods give us a bizarre doll-like appearance and the black fluffy adornments on our nipples, our tails and the pendant hanging between our thighs, enhanced the image. The hoods are a clever reproduction of a girl’s face made even more startling by having the red ball gags protruding from the mouth holes.
“Follow me!” Carla commands.
We follow her down the stairs, along the hall into the kitchen. Two trays are sitting on the table, one with glasses of champagne and another with canapés and dips. The heavy pendant hanging from my clit begins to drive me crazy as it swings back and forth and I fear it might easily distract me from my duties.
“Pick up a tray!” she commands. “Now I show you how to serve. Place your feet apart and bend your hips, but not your knees. The guests will be angry if you do not show them your whore cunts!”
I feel my face getting hot within the mask, as the housekeeper instructed us to blatantly humiliate ourselves. I notice, through the small eyeholes of the hood, she’s picked up a tawse and is waving it as she speaks.
“Show me!” she demands.
We both quickly comply, by spreading our feet and bending at the waist, while all the time clinging onto our trays. I feel as exposed as I’ve ever felt, while the heavy pendant swings back and forth on its 3” chain, causing me all sorts of confused feelings ranging from shame to pleasure.
“Take them to our guests. When the tray is empty, come back for more.” She orders and then waves her arms to shoo us away.
I’m holding the tray of drinks and follow Maria down the hall toward the lounge. My eyes lock onto her pert globes, which bulge beneath the line of her corset. Her lovely ass sashays seductively from side to side inspiring me to imagine fondling them when we go to bed tonight.
The lounge is laid out with four large sofas in a square, normally with a coffee table in its centre. But the coffee table has been taken away so that we can occupy the centre space and serve the guests.
Ahead of me sits Bruno and Sabina, while on the right are Rosa and a young man. He’s the one that helped Rosa abuse me on the first day at the villa. On the left, sit a middle aged couple I’ve never seen before and finally a couple with their backs to me, who I pass on my way to the centre of the room.
Maria walks straight forward and offers her Tray to Bruno and Sabina, while I turn to look at the fourth couple.
I nearly drop the drinks tray in surprise, and if I wasn’t wearing the thick rubber hood, my jaw would have dropped.
Sitting together on the fourth sofa is Sergio and Candy!
My mind spins out of control and a thousand questions start to fly around my mind. What are they doing here? Why has Sergio brought one of his whores to his uncle’s villa? What’s going on?
I quickly adopt the pose and offer my tray to them and hope that they hadn’t noticed my hesitation. Candy takes a glass, doesn’t lift her eyes to my face, but instead begins to study my smooth pussy and the swinging pendant.
“I love the outfits Serge, and the pendants are a lovely touch!” she comments.
Serge? Why is he letting her call him by a nick name? Something is wrong. Sergio takes a glass and smiles at her. Candy is wearing a very smart blue cotton print dress, while Sergio is wearing a light blue shirt and beige slacks. They looked so comfortable together.
“Yes Bruno had them made especially for this pair of girls. Don’t they look fantastic?” Candy nodded in agreement.
I have to move on and offer drinks to the other three couples, fully conscious that I’m flashing my cunt at my ex-boyfriend and a girl who I thought was a regular whore!
“I hear the English whore had an outstanding race this afternoon,” the stranger says to Bruno.
“Yes,” replies Bruno in his low growl. “We’ve paid for her classification.”
“What are they charging these days?”
“A million lira,” he says coolly.
The glasses on my tray begin to vibrate and it take every ounce of will power not to faint on the spot. “A million lira? What the fuck?”
“I have Sergio to thank for spotting her,” he says, continuing to chat to the stranger. “She runs like a winner, we need to get her looking like one!”
“I’ll get one of the girl’s to make an appointment for her at the clinic.”
“Good. We’ve got a couple of months before the season starts.”
“How many races are there in the competition this year?” the stranger enquires.
“Well each filly races four times at each of the 12 weekend meets, then of course there’s the quarters, semis and final, if she gets that far!”
I move away, having heard enough to frighten me for the rest of my life! Is Bruno seriously going to make me compete in so many races? I can’t quite grasp the enormity of my perilous situation!
Once I’ve completed the round, the tray is a lot lighter and I return to my position in the centre of the square, to await more demands for the champagne. I make sure that I’m standing nearer to Sergio and Candy, so I can hear what they’re saying.
“Where did you find her twin,” Candy asked Sergio.
My face begins to burn and my ears buzz, while listening to Candy chatting about me in the third person.
“I didn’t,” Sergio replies “One of Bruno’s men came across her in Poland. Isn’t it incredible how alike they are?”
I watch his eyes roving over our naked butts and wonder if he knows which one is his ex-girlfriend. The young man sitting beside Rosa at right angles to Sergio is talking.
“…I know. Sergio, when are you two going to get hitched,” he calls across the room.
My knees began to wobble and tears well up in my eyes. It’s gradually dawning on me that I’ve been tricked and fooled by these two monsters for months.
“Soon,” replied Sergio, “Don’t worry Thomas, we’ll invite you to the wedding!” he laughs and Candy laughs with him.
“Candice, put your foot down and name a date,” Rosa comments, joining in the banter. Candy laughs and I nearly die. Candice! That’s her real name!
How gullible am I? They completely fooled me. Candice reached out with an empty glass for a refill, toward me.
My mind is so flummoxed by all the revelations, I’m slow in bending toward her.
“Pay attention you lazy whore!” growls Candice.
I jump and move forward too quickly. Before I can correct the angle of the tray the glass nearest her, topples over and spills champagne all over her dress. The glass rolls and falls to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces on the ceramic tiles. I freeze in the bent serving position.
“Fucking hell! You clumsy little bitch!” she shouts.
I don’t know what to do, so step back while maintaining my stance. I want to apologize but of course I can’t!
“Carla!” Bruno yells at the top of his voice.
Candice gets to her feet and begins dabbing her dress with a tissue. The housekeeper arrives with a dustpan and brush in one hand and a cane in the other. She puts the pan and brush on the floor, hands the cane to Candice and takes the tray from out of my hands.
“Clean your mess up whore!” Bruno commands.
I drop to my hands and knees, grab the brush and pan and begin sweeping frantically. There is utter silence, while everyone watches my bobbing peach, my tight cleft and the swinging pendant, move around the floor, until every last piece of glass has been swept up.
“Stay where you are, whore!” commands Bruno.
Carla takes the pan and brush from me and retreats from the room. I dip my head in shame and watch Candice place her stilettoes either side of where I’m crouching, so that she’s facing the deep valley of my defenceless ass.
The truth of my situation hits me. Sergio groomed me, Candy and Sergio trapped me and now the Ambrosi family has enslaved me.
I hear the sound of the cane cutting the air, followed by a streak of white lightning, rip straight through the divide between my tender butt cheeks…!
THE END
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