The Stallion (35 page)

If Penny hadn’t tilted her head even more, she’d never have
accommodated
any more length. But she did manage it and the crown of his penis burrowed further into her throat.

The sheer imagery of it all did not escape her. She, the captive female, receiving what she was ordered to receive. He, the reined-in stallion, told to service her, to do his duty when commanded as such. His movements increased along with Nadine’s lashings. He began to cry out. ‘No more! No more!’

In response, Nadine ceased her lashing, which had looked beyond stopping. Her eyes were glazed, glittering with excitement. Her mouth was slightly open. This was her domain. Sex was her weapon, and power was her game.

‘Silence!’

From somewhere out of Penny’s vision, Nadine fetched something that clinked, and a trail of leather touched briefly on her head before she heard what it was without actually seeing it.

‘There. Now you’re as silent as she is. You’re both bridled!’ she exclaimed, and Penny knew that Alistair now had a bit in his mouth just as she did.

But then, she didn’t need his words. His thrusting was stronger, and the swelling in her mouth more apparent.

He’s coming, she thought to herself. No! No! He mustn’t. Not yet! He mustn’t! What about me? But she couldn’t say that. Her mouth was full of him.

‘Take it!’ Nadine ordered, her hand cupping the back of Penny’s head so she would not retreat from his offering.

Warm, acrid and in a sudden flood, she felt him ejaculate over the bit and into her throat.

Tears sprang to her eyes. How could you? she wanted to scream. The throbbing of his cock lessened along with his cries of ecstasy, then died. How could you? she tried to murmur, but her words were just a mumble against the restraint of the metal bit.

‘Never mind, my pretty pussy,’ crooned Nadine as her hand ruffled Penny’s hair. ‘He’s not finished yet, you know. He has a lot of catching up to do. This is a rare prize I’ve kept for you. A rare prize indeed. Now, let me prepare you for the next stage.’

The wooden uprights to which she was attached shot upwards again. Now she stood, arms above her head, legs wide open. Nadine fiddled with some ratchet arrangement on the machine near Penny’s waist. Then the wood both her wrists and ankles were attached to moved to the parallel. Now she was laid out flat and a stool with a velvet padded top was slid beneath her hips. Two cushions were forced on top of that. She was arched, like a bow, her breasts falling toward her face, her thighs high and wide open. As she peered upwards between her breasts, she could see her tuft of pubic hair adorning her mons like a clump of fragile trees on a distant hill.

A fountain of desire ran rampant on the other side of that hill. She was wet for Alistair, avid for his penetration. She had no choice but to let him enter her. Yet she wanted no choice. Nadine had primed Alistair for this moment and, as Penny waited for his mighty rod to slide between her dripping lips, she understood just how he must feel.

Within Nadine’s control was ultimate satisfaction. That was why, she told herself, she wanted to stay here, why she had asked Gregory to help her, and why she knew that ultimately Alistair would appreciate her staying.

With Nadine tugging him forwards, Alistair stepped into the ‘V’ formed by her open thighs. His hands were still clasped behind his back. He didn’t need them. As if his phallus knew its way by heart, it prodded briefly at her glistening labia before it nosed pleasurably into her open sex.

She moaned with pleasure against the metal of the bridle bit, arched her back and brought her pussy up to meet him.

Already he was huge again, already he was pumping into her, filling her with his mighty muscle, the cast iron of his thighs strangely comforting against the satin softness of her inner thighs.

With each movement, his hanging balls beat a steady rhythm against her bunched behind. They were soft, they were firm, they were warm and mellow; velvet like peaches, yet hard as rubber.

No ordinary man could have performed like he had done in her mouth, then recovered so quickly to perform as he was doing now.

Alistair was indeed a powerful man, made all the more incredible by the restraints suggested by him and augmented by his loving sister.

Tremors of exhilaration ran through Penny’s body with all the thunder of a mountain torrent. The extent of his erection seemed to reach every nerve ending in her. She bucked beneath him, pressing against the restraints of the wrist- and ankle-bands and the demeaning and curtailing bridle.

He was in her. She had him. The wager, the stallion and something more besides. Yet he wouldn’t know that yet. Neither would Nadine. Only Gregory would know that, watching, waiting there on the other side of the two-way mirror.

They came together, her orgasm muffled with her lips against the restraining bit, her thighs and loins trembling until the sensations of her climax had faded to nothing more than an echo.

When Alistair’s body had at last stiffened above her – his muscles screaming with tension and his tool throbbing as it unloaded its most precious cargo – she breathed a heavy sigh but did not count on her ordeal being over. If she knew Nadine that well, it would not be. If Nadine had done her job well, it most certainly had not finished yet.

Even as a smiling Nadine adjusted the ratchet again and brought Penny back to her feet, Alistair’s penis, which in most men would now be dormant, was already rearing its head.

‘And for our next trick . . . ’ said Nadine, her dark-brown husky voice bubbling with laughter as she re-adjusted the uprights of the frame.

Now Penny was down on her elbows at the front, her rear high behind her and exposed.

She heard a click and wondered if Gregory had been discovered, but Nadine explained its origins to her.

‘I’ve released his hands,’ she murmured, her voice grating almost with regret. ‘Soon, it will be all over.’

Warm hands ran in softly caressing circles over Penny’s upturned behind. She gasped as she felt twin thumbnails divide her pear-shaped bottom and run to the rosebud discretion of her anus to push and prod and judge reaction.

Lost in her own sensuality, Penny tensed against those hands that for so long had avoided her body. Rapture half-closed her eyes and made her moan and whimper against the bit. But she could do, and wanted to do nothing to halt the coming event.

‘Her quim’s soaking, Aly. Dip your fingers in there and make your entry easier,’ she heard Nadine say.

Strong fingers poked salaciously into her soaking vagina, dipping, stirring and stroking the seeping fluid out of its deep pool and up and over her anal cleft, then entered her anus and pushed more of the sweet fluid around her tight little passage.

The head of Alistair’s cock nudged at her puckered opening. Penny tensed her thighs, clenched her buttocks and edged slightly forwards.

Nadine, seeing her feigned reluctance, grasped her hips and held her whilst her brother penetrated.

‘Are you in?’ she heard Nadine ask, almost as if Penny herself wasn’t there and, even if she was, the matter had nothing to do with her.

Alistair groaned in blissful reply.

His penis was still big, but, thankfully, not as big as before.

Penny groaned and moaned in alternate pangs of pain and delight as he ventured further into her most tight opening. This, she knew, would be the last penetration – at least for today.

In that knowledge, she revelled in her achievement, wriggled her bottom and pushed it against him so his shaft could travel further.

With deliberate intent, she intermittently clenched and relaxed her buttock muscles so he growled with ecstasy when she held him tight, and fell silent with regret when she let him go.

The astute Nadine assessed what she was doing, judged what Penny herself wanted, and slid her hand between Penny’s open thighs.

With tumbling cries of release, Penny’s body jerked against Alistair’s and his tensed in throbbing rapture as their climaxes combined.

Both had got what they wanted. So, too, thought Penny to herself, had Nadine. She was still in control here at Beaumont Place, and soon Penny would see that
she
was, too.

Penny didn’t wait to be summoned to Alistair’s office to be told that it was time for her to go. With Gregory striding alongside her, she knocked, then barged in.

Alistair was being refitted into his rubber pants. Penny was none too sure who was the most surprised to see her – the brother or the sister.

This, she told herself, was most definitely the right time for confrontation. Both were disarmingly surprised; and even Nadine looked flustered, her mouth open and lost for words.

Without waiting for an invitation, Penny made herself comfortable in one of the leather armchairs in the room. She crossed one black-stockinged leg over the other. She did it slowly and with the optimum provocation so that at one point her bare sex flashed before the eyes of those she had come to cherish.

Yet today they felt the aura of businesslike determination that Penny felt herself. She had even dressed to play this part, this very important role on which both her future and her happiness depended.

Her suit was black with white inserts across the shoulders and a white line that cinched in her waist. It was an outfit more suited to a bank manager than a showjumper. Her shoes were plain black suede and her heels high. Her hair was fastened in a bun at the nape of her neck, though its natural bounciness edged it away from appearing severe.

Gregory stood protectively behind her chair. He had a defiant look on his face and there was triumph in his eyes.

Hands clasped loosely in her lap, Penny began to speak her well-chosen and well-rehearsed words.

‘As I understand it, contracts at Beaumont Place are liable to run out at short notice once a certain criteria has been filled. This is just to tell you I will not be leaving Beaumont Place. I’ve decided I like it here and, anyway, it’s far more worthwhile in my sport to achieve stability and likeable surroundings.’

‘What are you talking about?’ blustered Alistair as he struggled into a pair of sharply cut black chinos.

Penny marvelled at how vulnerable Alistair appeared without the advantage of expensive suits and handmade shirts.

‘Please don’t get me wrong,’ she started. ‘I don’t have any intention of ending your disciplined regime. In fact, I quite admire it,’ she finished, nodding at the rubber pants which were fast disappearing behind Alistair’s zip.

Now it was Alistair blushing. Although he still looked somewhat abashed, Penny had the distinct impression that he wasn’t entirely disappointed that his game was not going to end on the same note as all the others.

It was Nadine whose voice rose to anger.

‘What right have you to lay down what you will or will not do? How dare you even
suggest
what you want. You’ll be paid well enough for what you’ve done, just as your friend was.’

‘Yes,’ returned Penny with a curt nod. ‘Just as my friend was. Like her, I was not given the benefit of knowing that. I wanted somewhere where I could be free, lead my own life, follow my own career, somewhere I could feel secure. New sensations were aroused in me. I indulged in new experiences that I am reluctant to leave behind. Now I am here, I intend to stay.’

Alistair glanced briefly at his sister before he raised his eyebrows. However, as yet, he did not smile.

Nadine still looked like thunder, though even her hard lines were beginning to break into bits.

‘It’s not for you to dictate!’ exclaimed Nadine, her small, cold breasts quivering as she spoke.

Smiling, Penny shook her head. ‘I’m staying.’

‘You can’t!’ returned Nadine.

Alistair folded his well-formed arms across his bare, hard chest and looked from his sister to Penny in turn.

Penny took three steps toward him. In response, he came three steps nearer her. Thoughtfully, but with the barest crease of a smile on his lips, he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. The muscles of his chest seemed to swell towards her.

‘Well?’ Alistair asked. ‘What’s the ultimatum?’

It wasn’t hard to persuade him that releasing the video Gregory had taken on the other side of the two-way mirror would seriously damage his international business affairs.

At first he stared incredulously, then he laughed.

Nadine stared at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed. For once she was not smoking, which under the circumstances was just as well. In fact, it seemed to Penny that Alistair was much impressed and amused by the whole thing.

‘But what about . . . ?’ began Nadine.

‘Hush,’ Alistair interrupted, patting unselfconsciously at the hidden underpants that served so well to heighten his sex drive and channel it from business to pleasure. He smiled now, stepped further forwards and placed his hands on Penny’s shoulders. She smiled back. Even without him saying, she knew what was to come, knew what she had achieved.

‘I think Penny can cope with that; and, quite frankly, I think Penny will be quite enough to suit my needs – and yours,’ he added, jerking his head toward the silent Gregory who had been feeling nervous, but who now smiled. ‘And you, too, my dear sister,’ Alistair said over his shoulder, his teeth now flashing as whitely as hers. ‘I knew there was something different from the first time we walked through the crowded streets,’ he said still smiling. ‘And the first time I found her bent over the trough in the stable. I couldn’t resist her then, dear sister, and I can’t now. But I think I’d better mend my ways. I need to truly save myself in future. If you look in the small box on my desk there, you’ll find a key – a duplicate to the one you wear behind your earring. Take it. Give it to Penny. Then, whenever she wants me, I’m hers – me alone, or me with Gregory or you. Whatever. It doesn’t matter.’

Penny listened bright-eyed, then opened her palm to accept the key that Nadine had got from the box on Alistair’s desk.

‘When did you get that copied?’ she asked him.

‘Never you mind,’ he replied. ‘But I think you’ll agree that Penny will be a great asset to us. So, too, will Gregory.’

Frozen features melted as the truth of his words filtered through to Nadine’s brain. ‘Yes!’ she exclaimed with some force, her ego and self-esteem now somewhat restored. ‘I think you could well be right.’