After the Dreams (Caroline's Company) (10 page)

The two girls lead the once
noisy and ebullient Poppy, now a quiescent naked pony-girl, through the double
doors into the hallway.

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Caroline and Jo offered their hands to Cassie.

‘Come and see,‘ said Caroline. ’It really is most amazing to
see this happen to someone.’

She urged Janet and John to
break up their cuddle on the far sofa, and come to join them.  She also
borrowed Sylvie’s quirt, and drove Pip, chained, oiled and silent, out into the
hallway.  She whispered in his ear, and he nodded as he understood he was to
serve refreshments to the audience for the transformation of his wife.

The three of them stood and
watched the figures in the hall, in front of the Three Graces.

Sylvie and Sadie were wearing green plastic overalls over
their little dresses, latex gloves and green masks, and of course, green
wellies!  First they rubbed some kind of lotion all over the pony. To Cassie it
had a horsey sort of smell. Standing the pony with her feet apart, they
completely shaved between her legs. The pony whickered and tossed her head as
they rubbed more lotion onto her now smooth pubic mound. Then, and this was why
they were wearing their protective coats, the two girls started painting the
pony all over with a glossy brown and bronze paint. They applied it with
sponges and cloths. It was a two part mixture, and occasionally they stopped to
mix more, carefully checking the proportions as they did so.

The pony stood with her hooves
apart as the painting progressed. She held her head high,  and apparently
revelled in the sensation as her white skin was transformed into a glossy brown
coat. Her arms were released so that they too could become brown and glossy,
and her bit was briefly removed as her face was also rubbed and painted. Cassie
noted that a different lotion was used on the pony’s face, and different
colours used to make her face seem sharper, with her cheekbones more defined.
Her lips were painted a dark red, and the bit was re-inserted. The pony
appeared to welcome it.

Taking the reins, Sadie walked
the pony round and round the hallway, occasionally checking the coat to see if
it had cured. When she was sure it had, she nodded to Sylvie, and they
re-fastened the arms into the uniting glove.

The two assistants discarded
their protective clothing. They made a play of it, especially pulling off each
other’s wellington boots before they put on their open toe stiletto sandals. 
Their play caused some laughter from the watchers, after the high drama of the
creation of the pony.

Now Sylvie picked up what
looked like a dangerous implement, involving a stainless steel hook, with a
thickened and ribbed end, emerging through a shaped and curved plate. The other
end of the hook curved round until it became a tube, from which emerged a long
horsehair tail.

The pony whickered, shook her head, but moved her legs
apart.

Caroline came forward, and held
the reins close to the pony’s head. She whispered to the animal, and stroked
her mane, while Sylvie inserted the hooked tail into the pony’s vagina. The
plate covered her pubic mound with shining steel. Sadie fastened leather straps
around the pony’s middle to make sure the tail stayed in place. The pony
nuzzled Caroline’s neck, and Caroline released her close hold on the reins. The
newly created animal tossed her head, and by rapid movements of her vaginal
muscles, flicked her tail up and down.

As the two girls lead Poppy the
Pony round the hallway, she greeted the other guests with little whinnies, and
flicks of her tail. Her brown skin gleamed as she moved. As they caught the
light, the bronze flecks in the coat emphasised her haunches and her breasts.
She was an amazing creature, and appeared to be very happy! She liked being
patted and stroked, especially round her haunches and her legs. She pushed
herself into physical contact. The erotic charge felt by everybody present was
intense.

In contrast, the nearly naked
and totally enslaved man was an almost comical figure as he served champagne
and delicately cut portions of fruit and cake on small silver salvers.
Caroline, briefly released the bit, and together with Jo, held out slices of
apple on the flats of their hands to the pony, so the animal could eat them
from her hands, while they stroked her mane. They made Cassie do the same, and
as the pony’s mouth touched the younger girl’s hand, she got an almost electric
sense of the sensual and sexual forces that held the human animal in their
power.

If light relief was needed,
Janet and John suddenly provided it. John had managed to entice his wife to eat
one of the strawberries dipped in cream.

She suddenly clapped her hands
to her throat as she realised what her husband had done. First she flailed
against him with arms and fists, then she started to whisper (which is all she
could do) in his ear, and started to drag him across the hall. They both
stopped while Janet, with an air of great daring, patted the pony’s glossy
brown backside before leading her husband up the broad staircase. Half way up
she turned, touched her throat and waved an admonitory finger at Caroline. Then
she turned and, ostentatiously waggling her own fish-netted bottom, pushed her
husband up the remaining steps to their room.

Caroline, Jo and Cassie finished laughing.

‘That woman is becoming interesting,’ Caroline murmured to
Jo.

‘You think so?’

‘Yes. I think your big sister may develop into quite
something Cassie.’

‘If John lets her.’ Jo sounded slightly catty.

‘Right Sylvie and Sadie, you had better take the pony to the
stable for a while. Thank you very much you two. You did that extremely well.
I’m sure Poppy will thank you later, when she is able to!’

Sylvie and Caroline exchanged
one of their voluptuous kisses, and then the two girls led the pony out of the
back door of the hallway onto the terrace.

‘Poppy seemed in some kind of trance,’ said Cassie, ‘almost
as if she was on something.’

‘But she was on something,’ explained Jo. ‘An extreme state
of sexual arousal, matching with her own particular erotic fantasy. That
coating helps as well.’

‘It allows her skin to breathe, but also keeps stimulating
the nerve ends, all over her skin. It’s a most exhilarating sensation to be
coated with it.’

Cassie wondered whether being painted all over with a
sexually stimulating coating was to be a part of her experience.

‘Come on,’ said Caroline. ‘There is one last set of
preparations tonight.’

The three women and the chained
male went back into the drawing room. Caroline to Cassie’s surprise helped Pip
with the trolley.

Jo sat on the sofa near the fire.

‘How are you liking our games?’ she asked Cassie

‘They are very... engrossing.’ Cassie was standing in front
of large pier mirror, adjusted her stocking tops.

Jo thought that the girl was becoming engrossing both with
and in herself.

‘Oh I’m sorry,’ the black gloved girl said. ‘I was just
checking how..... how I looked.’

Jo chuckled. ‘And so you
should, when you look like that!’

Suddenly they both realised that Caroline was speaking (in a
low voice) to Pip, and Pip was answering!

‘But I thought Sylvie gave him one of those anaesthetising
...’

‘That’s what everybody was meant to think. Caroline’s trick
of rendering someone speechless is getting known about now, or at least her
friends know about it. You do don’t you!’

The girl blushed as she remembered her first night in the
house.

‘But tonight, the strawberries
were quite innocent. You see what is happening to Pip is not all that it
seems.’

Caroline was stroking Pip’s
shoulders gently, although Cassie saw that she was also holding one of the
light whips the girls had used on the pony, and she occasionally struck the
nearly naked man lightly on his back and behind.

‘But if the strawberries weren’t... you know, then what
happened to Janet’s voice?’

‘That is what was so interesting about Janet this evening,
well that and her showing off a lot more than she usually does. I put that down
to your influence. You do look quite alike you know, and you look very stylish
and sexy Cassandra!’

Jo stroked the girl’s upper arm, and looked at her closely.
She seemed to be glowing. Perhaps that was an effect of the hormone shot she
had had earlier.

‘The power of auto-suggestion is very strong.’

‘But if it worked on Janet, then why has it stopped working
on Pip? The anaesthetic worked a lot longer on me!’ Cassie blushed.

‘It never worked on Pip. He was acting it the whole time,’
Jo said, and carried on in answer to Cassie’s unspoken question. ‘Philip and
Poppy are very close to and very fond of each other, but they have quite
different... what do we call it... needs, fantasies, psycho-sexual imaginings.
Poppy as you saw loves to be transformed into a direct expression of her very
sexual nature. At the moment she is totally engrossed in her own sensations and
experience and almost oblivious to everything else.  And of course she has this
thing about horses. Philip on the other hand likes to be dominated by women, but
not to the extent of being taken completely out of his normal self.’

Cassis almost choked. ‘But he isn’t his normal self now. Is
he?’

She remembered the gentlemanly silver haired figure at
dinner.

‘No he is very much not, although he is enjoying it quite a
bit. See how Caroline both amuses him and punishes him at the same time. No,
Philip has let himself be made into a ridiculous slave figure just for Poppy.
He loves her you see.’

‘But when Poppy was being... transformed, she didn’t seem to
notice Pip...Philip at all.’

‘Oh she did, when he first was led in. And she knows what he
is going to do for her tonight and tomorrow.’

‘What can possibly ...’

‘Shh.’ Jo put her finger on Cassie’s lips. ‘You will see in
good time. Caroline has arranged it beautifully, as she always does.’

Jo looked with admiration and some longing at the blonde
haired woman who was both dominating and fascinating the chained man.

‘Is there anything else you would like to ask?’

‘There is always something new to find out in this house. It’s
full of surprises like... like a box of chocolates when you’ve lost the
list-of-contents, and you don’t know what flavour you’ll find next. Although
perhaps chocolate is not exactly the best...’

‘It’s not a bad comparison.
After all chocolate is good for you, (provided you share it with other people)
and it’s fun to eat.’

‘Can I ask about David...’

Jo cut Cassie off, her face looking little sad.

‘Yes of course, but if you don’t mind not now. Look at what
is happening to poor Pip.’

Sylvie and Sadie had come back,
still wearing their little black leather dresses. (Cassie thought that this was
the longest time she had seen them wear the same clothes, or any clothes, for
the whole evening.) Together with Caroline, they took Pip out into the stone
flagged hallway, and started to fit him with what looked like some very strange
gym equipment.

First he had to put his feet into hoofed shoes, similar to
those Poppy the pony was wearing. His leather breaches were removed, leaving
him naked except for the enormous codpiece, which stuck out from his groin and
rose nearly to his chest. It was painted red and black, and was linked to a
chain from his neck collar.  Two metal bars were attached to him, one to his
neck collar, and one to the base of the codpiece.

Each of them was about a yard
long, and Sadie had to hold up the lower one or it would have clattered on the
floor.

Leading him by this bar (and whatever it was ultimately and
intimately attached to) Sadie led him round in a circle round Caroline, who
sometimes still flicked him with a whip. Caroline stopped him in front of the
doors to the drawing room, where Jo and Cassie sat watching. At a sign from
Caroline, Sylvie released Pip’s wrist chains enough for him to raise his hands
to Caroline’s right shoulder, where her dress was fastened.

Both Jo and Cassie took an
involuntary breath, as Caroline’s long dress fell in folds around her breasts,
then down her firm flat abdomen, and then down her long legs. She stepped out
of the pile of fabric wearing only her silver necklace and her elegant black
four inch heels. She still carried the whip though, and she flicked Pip with it
on his bare behind, and gave him a quick light kiss.

Sylvie pulled in the chains
again, and locked them in several positions so his arms were held behind his
back in a similar position to that inflicted on Poppy the Pony.

The naked and poised woman, completely unabashed, inspected
the naked man with affected disdain. She held his chin, stroked his cheeks, and
then whipped his bottom.

The whole display projected
power and control, and the sexual superiority of the blonde and totally
dominant Caroline.

‘And now I am definitely overdressed,’ whispered Jo in
Cassie’s ear.

She stood, and pulled the stocking clad girl upright beside
her.

‘You undo the clasp at the back of my neck,’ she whispered,
‘and pull the sleeves just here.’

Cassie did as she was told, and
Jo’s black dress came off her, leaving her coffee coloured skin gleaming in the
firelight. She wore no jewellery, but Cassie saw that her pubic hair was
trimmed into an intricate little design that was dyed or painted gold. On her
lower back, although Cassie had not noticed it before despite the nearly
backless dress, was a gold flecked tattoo of a dragon.

The naked dark skinned woman by
the hearth, lit only by the flickering light of the red fire, looked out along
the length of the room, through the open high doors, at the magnificent naked
blonde whose light skin shone in the light of the hall chandeliers. Both women
smiled, and Cassie could see the affection, and intention, in their eyes.