Chapter 5
Chapter 9 – Patricia
The bastard had lied. Told her it wouldn't hurt, wouldn't feel a thing bar a tiny prick. Well, it had hurt, four times the white-coated buffoon had jabbed that needle into her jaw, and then he'd started treatment too soon before the numbing had fully taken effect. Those tiny needle punctures would hurt again once it wore off, not severely but enough to irritate her. Patricia was not a woman who appreciated being irritated!
She'd arrived there early as well after dropping Eva off at school and then been kept waiting for twenty minutes past her scheduled time while some other idiots emergency appointment overran. She didn't know why they even went there. She didn't like the waiting room, the naff selection of magazine or that fat, ugly, and incompetent receptionist. Still, she only had her self to blame; she'd picked the practice years ago simply because it was the nearest, perhaps she should check around a bit for another alternative even if it did mean a longer drive.
The only saving grace was the dental nurse, cute and cuddly in her pristine don't 'mess with me' white uniform, even if she was a tad younger than she generally preferred. Mature woman were soooo much more fun...once they had been trained of course, and that was always a major part of said fun. She wouldn't have minded 'messing' with her a bit or considerably more than a bit!
Take quite a bit of 'tummy training to get that midriff bulge off of her, but the nipper plus a strict diet and a lot of enforced exercise, which of course would also be fun to implement would achieve that. She might even be allowed to wear her cute uniform from time to time. Perhaps she should dress Mumsie up in an outfit like that? Much shorter of course and garter belt and black stockings rather than tights. Nothing like the feel of running your hand over a soft nylon-clad thigh, then up and over quivering bare skin till your fingers found a nice little warm cave to explore. No, white stockings, white and high glossy white sexy stilettos!
The drive home passed a little quicker as her mind drifted between images of a servile Mumsie in her cute new uniform and the real thing. It had been four, nearly five months since they'd had that opportunistic bit of luck and collected five prime pristine new subjects. Maybe it was time for an injection of fresh meat? She shuddered. Injection! Decidedly the wrong word she reflected running her tongue around the numb side of her mouth.
Those sort of opportunities did not come along very often. In recent years there had been the two Australian backpackers picking the wrong vehicle to hitch a lift and the hill walker and his wife losing their way in foul weather. There had been a couple of other possibilities, but she had resisted the impulse to increase their stock. Too many disappearances in the area might lead to investigations and complications—no point in tempting fate when there were better and more discreet solutions available if inevitably vastly more expensive.
The Dental nurse? Hmmm, could be arranged, was it worth having a few background inquiries made? Get some basic details and a rough estimate of the costs involved. Was she that interested, yes, no? Perhaps she should call Claire and get mumsie back, possibly she would feel different then. Hindsight was always a problem. Given how randy she had been feeling of late all the time, letting her sister borrow Mumsie when she'd asked had been an impromptu mistake. Especially now when she felt the need to take her growing temper tantrum out on someone who could then soothe her immediately afterwards.
The fundamental problem, of course, was only having the one bitch on call. True, they still had Girlie, but that wasn't quite the same. All said and done the sissy little bitch was still primarily a man. Well, at least mentally the slut probably still retained some small semblance of masculinity despite his 24/7 female existence even though he did now fuck, suck and lick like a fluffy little female nympho bunny at the snap of her fingers.
Maybe that was what she missed; she mused as she turned off the main road and onto a country lane. Rebellion! Mumsie was still a bit rebellious, stubborn, willful, disobedient. Much more fun. Not a lot of fight left in her but enough for an occasional flare-up making life interesting for both of them! Entertaining for one of them, painful of course for the other.
A harem? She smiled at the ambitious idea. Maybe that's what she needed. A bevvy of willing mature beauties, or rather, 'whip trained unwilling' beauties for her pleasure. Harem? Well, perhaps at least two with a third always as a future additional extra. Maybe she should check out nursie back there after all?
She slowed abruptly, her foot slamming down hard on the brake as a bunch of cyclists appeared in the road as she rounded a bend. Idiots were riding three abreast down a narrow country lane! Good job her reactions were not as numb as her jaw. Hello, that little blonde in the tight lycra top looks interesting. A bit old for those pink highlights! Maybe, she'll get a puncture and fall way behind the pack. Wonder why she's not wearing a helmet? She changed into a lower gear and carefully manoeuvred past the group, eyeing the blonde cyclist appreciatively as she passed, then speeding up, resumed her previous train of thought.
Her husband had Girlie to empty his over-loaded balls into whenever he felt like it at any time of the day or night. Young Eva was happy with her big baby girl, and she suspected on the verge if not there already, of using its hapless situation as the platform for her first significant regular orgasmic experiences. Alice was content with the animals, especially the ponies. The dog's tongues came in handy when she wanted some gentle relaxation, and when feeling more energetic, she was an absolute devil with a 'strapon' as all the ponies knew. Male, female seemed to make no difference, but her huge stallion, Midnight appeared to bear the brunt of it.
Now, she thought peevishly, the only one going short was she herself. Using Girlie's mouth or even like the other night, a rare ride on her husband's big cock was not really hitting all the right buttons for her. Not an adequate substitute for a well-trained submissive (but totally reluctant) mature female tongue. Given her role as the head of her unusual household, this was more than a bit unacceptable. Downright unfair even!
True, she could join Alice in her 'Bestial' activities, but she did not altogether approve of using their animals that way. To her, the dogs were just that—big sad-eyed pathetic beasts. Half the fun was training them, making the creatures so pathetically submissive. What was the point in dehumanising them if they got 'perks' like that? That was partly Claire's fault. She'd started that practice with the hounds and then corrupted Alice when she was younger.
Alice, she couldn't entirely fathom, on the one hand, she was even more callous towards the animals than her mother and yet…still used them sexually. Weird! Her older sister Claire was merely interested in the animals submissive and available tongues, dog, sissy or trollop unlikely to make much difference. Although like her younger sibling, she undoubtedly enjoyed ensuring such submission was absolute!
Patricia relished the absolute power she had over the miserable creatures she condemned to kennel or stable, to reduce them to mere beasts, to a daily existence almost beyond comprehension, to walk her estate with a naked leashed human hound shuffling beside her boots. A leash held in her hand, an undisputed symbol of her dominion over the lowly creature she'd tamed and brought to heel. The very thought of it could make her female juices flow.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Her elder sister always maintained that she lacked proper control, was a slut that could cum at the drop of a hat. Not true but not entirely a falsehood either. Thinking about Claire and then Mumsie, her thoughts strayed back a few months to that night she'd taken Mumsie over to the kennels for a visit. The recollection made her squirm on the leather seat feeling more than a little hot and damp.
"If you keep me, super-duper happy bitch, then you can go and see your other son", she had announced in her bedroom. "I know mummy dearest is so worried about her ickle babies, and since I am in such a good mood, you get a chance. Give me three super orgasms and then later you get to go and say hello to your oldest pup". She had laughed at her own little joke. The poor cunt licking bitch had no idea! "Now crawl up here like the well-trained slut you are and get your face between my legs".
Mmmm. That was a good memory. The bitch had earned her treat that long afternoon. Later after she'd had a nice little sleep, she'd unchained the sow and given her a pair of old rubber gardening boots to wear, (we'll it had been raining a lot, and the yard was quite muddy, and she didn't want any of that muck brought inside). Cuffed her hand behind her back, then snapped a leash on to her slave's collar and led her butt naked across to the kennels, just a red ball gag in her mouth to stop her getting noisy once the evenings fun started.
Oh, what fun there would be when she first set eyes on Fido. Alice had arranged several chairs in the corridor outside a pen with a curtain covering the front of it and a similar one covering the one next to it. A couple of comfortable ones with cushions and one plain one with just a hard-wooden seat and straight back. Mumsie had been assigned the later and Alice dropped a wide leather strap over both her and the back of the chair, then tightened it so that it pinioned her just above the elbows, holding her secure, seated and helpless.
A moment later they were joined by her husband with Girlie in tow on a leash followed by Eva who was talking to a friend via her cell phone and also encouraging Girlie along with casual swats from the long flexible black rod she carried. As the other members of the family settled at their ease into the comfortable cushioned chairs, Alice brought out a smaller table to place in front of them. A quick trip to the little kitchenette then added a glass for each of them, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two plates of nibbles.
Girlie knelt uncomfortably on the concrete floor next to her Master. Her blonde hair was growing nicely, tied in two cute baby girl style bunches with pink bows. Likewise, her ability to apply makeup was also improving, Patricia noted with approval. The little bitch was looking and smelling quite sexy, especially in that outfit. Long shoulder-high white satin gloves, lacy white basque with long suspenders holding up her silky white stockings and a pair of four-inch heeled white ankle boots strapped on her feet. Slightly mud-splattered boots she noted with a frown. Well, she could lick them clean once she took them off!
Her husband naturally also found the little bitch to his taste. His left hand was continually groping as much of her flesh as it could reach. Not that there was anything new there, he'd been screwing the proverbial arse off the little bitch regularly ever since they'd acquired her. She caught Eva watching him as well. Eva grinned, winked, pouted and placed a finger to her lips licking it enthusiastically then nodded toward Girlie. Yes, Patricia thought, Girlie would probably be kneeling the other way around and between her husband's legs before too long. Then again so might Mumsie be doing the same in front of her, but she might need a little persuasion to distract her from Fido's starring role in the forthcoming little entertainment.
The champagne Cork popped, and the 'owners' filled their glasses. They toasted each other to an 'entertaining evening', took a few nibbles and waited for the show to begin. "I might need your assistance with that rod shortly" Patricia noted to her youngest daughter.
Eva grinned wickedly. "No problem mummy," she leant closer and whispered, "I expect your big cow will get a bit hysterical when she sees little doggie woggie, Georgie, again. I think I can soon calm her down a bit for you". She ominously flexed the long thin black rod in her hands.
"I'm sure you could, darling. Alright, Alice, I think you can get going now. I am sure the 'Big boys' will be getting impatient if you've primed them?"
"Yuck," Eva interjected. She looked disapprovingly towards her father. He was feeding Girlie titbits, taking nibbles in his mouth then bending forward, twisting a handful of Girlie's blonde hair, forcing her head back and feeding bits of part chewed food into her open mouth.
Patricia smiled. Eva, she noted, wasn't the only one looking disgusted. Mumsie expression somewhat mirrored her younger daughters. Surprising, after all, the old cow had seen her youngest son being soundly bum fucked or sucking avidly on his master's cock often enough. Intimately being fed a few saliva-coated titbits came somewhat secondary to all that she would have thought. Hadn't they both spent enough time in the master bedroom entertaining their betters in a nice cosy foursome under the ever-present threat of their Mistress's cane?
Occasionally she'd half considered the idea of having Girlie use his little clitty on Mumsie. Might that not be wicked fun? No, far better that they leave things as they were. Girlie's man clit was under lock and key, permanent lock and key, no stiffies allowed, ever. Mumsie might be allowed a bit of fun on rare occasions, but only via her Mistress's strapon or one of her other toys, no more man cock for Mumsie ever again! Not even sucky-sucky on her husband. Mumsie was a pure girl toy now!
Alice came back from the kitchen. She'd changed her appearance Patrica noted. Gone was the old baggy jumper and faded jeans she'd been wearing earlier in the day. Her slim figure now clad in a pair of ultra skin-tight beige pants a 50/50 cross between stylish leggings and jodhpurs, a wide hip belt, a tight white clingy top with an open v neck plus the inevitable pair of glossy black riding boots. Her gloved hand held a vicious looking riding crop.
Patricia smiled to herself as she caught sight of Girlie, suddenly shaking. That little demasculinised bitch was afraid of Alice. All that walking practise she'd given her training the little bitch to shake that sexy arse and walk provocatively in her heels. Patricia wondered where Alice learnt all that? She usually struts around in entirely the opposite way and doesn't give a fig about looking sexy. The girl does have the ability to install fear, though, all the dogs and ponies are terrified of her. Even the guard dogs cringe and grovel when she snaps her fingers and points at them!
Alice nodded and without ceremony reached up and ripped the curtain down to reveal the interior of the first pen she had prepared. They could all see the 'warm-up' act secured face down on the low 'mounting bench, arse raised, vulnerable and helpless. A large mirror had been placed near the victims head, turned at an angle of about forty-five degrees so they could enjoy the facial expressions on the bitches face no matter which way her head twisted and turned.
"Floppsy!" Eva snorted in surprise. "Not being very imaginative today are we," She said scornfully to her sister. "We've all seen this bitch get it more than once......... booorrrrrreing!"
Alice winked at her. "Oh, this will be a mite different baby sis, take a closer look".
Eva looked the restrained woman over, the puppy restraints all looked perfectly normal, then. "She's wearing rubber panties" she observed looking closer at the tight translucent flesh coloured garment the 'dog' woman secured to the bench was wearing.
"Yup, a bit of a hassle getting them on her when her legs and paws are bound up doubled like that, but they will serve their purpose for the warm-up act".
"Purpose?"
"Wait and see" her sister retorted over one shoulder as she moved further up the passage to open another pen.
"Alice knows what she's doing", Patricia noted absently. Her mind drifting back as she looked down at the 'bitch' secured to the bench. Floppsy, as she'd been named some eighteen or so months ago when the family had returned one afternoon from a restaurant cum shopping trip to find the woman and her husband loose on the property. Naturally, they were not stupid enough to leave anything unlocked or any animal in an area where a chance observer could see it. Still, the very fact that they had got so close to the buildings had been a significant security failure, and her husband had paid the price as had Alice to a much lesser degree.
The alarm system had failed to register their presence due to a power cut and remotely alert them, her husband was responsible for setting and maintaining that system, and backup so paid for its failure big time. Her intense anger plus her cane had ensured his buttocks were black and blue for a fortnight plus his cock was locked away for a month bar a couple of brief periods of relief, and his 'tummy trimmer' had never been tighter! Also, she had changed her mind about an offer she'd received for little Erica, his then resident sissy bitch, and promptly sold her.
Alice had forgotten to release the guard dogs properly from their pen to roam outside. A rare lapse on her part no doubt owing to her last-minute decision to accompany them, but she should have double-checked before they left. A weeks demotion serving as Eva's personal maid had ensured she was unlikely ever to forget again. The daily embarrassment of doing her wicked young Mistress's bidding, wearing the demeaning outfits chosen for her and submitting to the delighted young tyrant's punishment paddle was a humiliating experience she would have no wish ever to repeat!
Nothing personal the gleeful Eva had continually informed her, but if I don't do it then mummy will, and you wouldn't want that would you? You know how noisy Daddy and the animals can get when she punishes their naughtiness, so you will be a good maid and fetch my little 'botty basher' for me, won't you?"
Fortunately for all of them, nothing serious had occurred because of the lapse. Mr and Mrs...Barton....no Barston, Barkston...or whatever, had only been there a few minutes. Soaked through, miserable, lost on the nearby hills one stormy wet, windy day, they had espied the house and called in for directions. Their map gone, ripped out of their hands by a salvage gust, thermos flasks broken by a fall that left the male half limping they had sought some guidance as to the nearest bus stop having decided to curtail that day's activity. A wise decision but unfortunately one that was to go horribly wrong!
A warm, dry room, hot drinks and the welcome offer of a lift back to civilisation soon encouraged relaxed and revealing conversation with their helpful hosts. They were ever so grateful. They were on a walking holiday travelling light and probably being somewhat over ambitious and underprepared! They'd spent at night in a youth hostel forty miles away, let themselves out very early to catch an infrequent bus from a distant bus stop to their start point and then within a couple of hours managed to become completely lost in the rapidly deteriorating weather situation
No, they were not expected anywhere, and they hadn't told anyone where they intended going. Yes, indeed, their plans were very flexible, and they didn't have to be back at work for another week. Initially, they were heading north to the Lake District but changed their plans right at the last moment. "Ambitious, way too ambitious" the male half had said in response to a question about their altered itinerary. Both been too tired even to send a postcard not that they had anyone to send one to other than work colleagues, her mother having died the previous winter, their last relative.
None of her family had looked very enthusiastic, Patricia had noted. The woman was plain-faced, mid to late forties, prematurely grey, hard to judge her figure under the shapeless ramblers clothing but obviously on the thin side. Her bespectacled husband was a few years older, thin, balding, and weedy looking. Not so much wearing his bulky outdoor clothing as 'drowning in it'.
"I'll get some more coffee, no it's no bother, you must try this before we run you down to the village, it's an extraordinary blend I have only recently discovered. I am sure you will find it relaxing, very relaxing".
Her family had all looked at her in amazement as she went through to the kitchen. Idiots! OK, so they were very much in the C3 category, but beggars cannot be choosers. You can't expect 'centrefold model types' or 'muscular he-men' to fall out of the sky, you must make the best out of what turns up. Which, given their remote rural location whatever came was more than likely to be attached to a woollen bobble hat, rucksack, sensible shoes and probably not A1 in either age or looks.
Lost, no firm plans, not expected anywhere, last port of call forty-odd miles away and no witness to their leaving, no relatives, not likely to be missed for a few weeks! Hell, what more could you want. Even C3 gift horses had a use, and value plus an injection of fresh 'meat' was long overdue. They could be trained and traded like any of the other animals, and a pair always commanded a higher price than two singles even if the quality was more than a bit lacking. Anyway, 'fresh meat' was such fun to 'tenderise' regardless of any other considerations.
"Really, mother?", Alice had come through to join her.
"Why not dear, they are here now, and you have been complaining for weeks that you were bored, wanting new stock. Why spend money when you don't have to?"
"But them, they're so wimpy and awful looking?"
"You've all been spoilt. It's not the looks that count, in the end, they all sing to the same tune once you get them dancing at the whipping post. Put them in harness they will provide as much entertainment as any of the other animals did, initially. Anyway, the situation only arose because of you and your father's sheer laxity. Laxity that is going to be severely punished I might add young lady!"
"Me?"
"Yes, you. I am not going to whip you; I'll save my strength for your useless father. I have something else in mind for you, short but not very sweet and I am one hundred per cent sure you won't like it".
"But...."
"No buts girl. Once they are out, and we have got them secured and settled we'll move on to the other matter, now help me with this tray."
A year and a half ago. Alice had been right and wrong. They hadn't exactly been a pair to get the juices flowing once they'd been stripped down. Eva had named the woman Floppsy that very same day. Skinny, no curves to speak off and big floppy hanging down breasts. Breasts that looked as though half the contents had been sucked out somehow, flat floppy breasts more in need of a cycle pump than a brassiere!
She might have been mature, but there had been nothing remotely erotic about her to excite her new owner, overmuch. True, she'd had fun on numerous occasions down in the cellar, introducing them both to her many 'toys' as they danced and sang for her. The pair of them, husband and wife she discovered were devoutly religious. They had proved to be two of the most stubborn 'creatures' she'd ever encountered when it came to some serious 'attitude adjustment' training.
Attitudes, however, had been adjusted, eventually. Floppsy celebrated three weeks of captivity almost to the hour by slowly inching her way up a king-size leather-covered mattress, naked, whip marked, sobbing brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Eyes fixed on the long slender finger impatiently tapping on the moist swollen pink slit peeking through a mound of curly black hair at the apex of the spread pair of legs she crawled between. Her mouth venting racking sobs, lips silently opening and closing no doubt in wordless prayers for forgiveness for the great sin she was about to commit. The same sin her husband had succumbed five days earlier with her forgetful spouse.
Hubby had also proved difficult but significantly less so than his wife when it came to keeping some unbruised skin on his sparse buttocks. It wasn't anything to do with her 'attitude adjustments' to different sexes. Patricia was an equal opportunities flogger! Male or female came in for the same ruthless treatment. Bony, later changed to Bonbon had broken first and been dragged upstairs, crawling on hands and knees at the end of a leash.
Her husband had been less impressed with their new acquisition. "You expect me to replace little Erica with that thing! That skin and bones ugly antique skeleton? He'd exclaimed somewhat aghast."
"You'd still have poor sweet little Erica if you hadn't been so damn careless. If you'd paid more attention to the alarm system, you'd have realised that the batteries on some of the units were not recharging! Anyway, it's only in the short term until I decide what to do with them".
"You were going to sell her to those two lesbian models anyway weren't you" he'd petulantly accused her.
"Maybe, maybe not, their offer was quite attractive, but I really hadn't made my mind up until you and Alice decided to piss me off with your gross carelessness. How many times have we discussed security - absolute - stringent - TOTAL NEED THERE FOR? Anyway, your choice sweetheart. I can unlock your prick and let you have a couple of nice satisfying fucks and sucks with Mr Skeleton after I put him into his frillies to break him in a bit more, or you can pout and sulk and damn well stay locked up and horny for a month or maybe more! You choose sweetie, no pressure?"
All in all, Patricia recollected, Floppsy and 'bony Bonbon', despite their apparent initial unsuitability, had provided a nice unexpected little bonus of fresh entertainment and ultimately in Bonbons case, a few extra pennies in the bank when she'd sold him.
She had had her fun with 'Floppsy Flat Front' for a while. It had been highly amusing making the pious bitch crawl to her, pink tongue sticking as far out of her mouth as she could manage, frantically wiggling it from side to side to show her Mistress how ready and eager she was to provide 'intimate' service in order to avoid further punishments. Unfortunately, for the ugly skinny cow once the 'newbie induction' period was over her capacity to excite and arouse her owner rapidly diminished. Not even the sexiest skimpiest outfit and most exotic makeup could hide the defects in the wrinkled ageing bodywork.
No erotic embellishments could disguise the fact that the original design had hardly been classic nor hide the fact that Floppsy, although not that long out of the showroom, looked decidedly 'vintage'!
"Told you so", her husband had chortled softly two months later as the auctioneer was unable to elicit more than a couple of somewhat tardy low bids from the small ensemble of prospective buyers seated in front of her. The captive pair had failed even to reach the low reserve price she'd put on them. "Couldn't even give that pair of unsightly derelicts away. Mr and Mrs Righteous, the gruesome twosome".
"I'd be very careful if I were you, dear, I might just decide to take a trip to the ladies room when they put that cute little 'virgin bitch boy' you were pawing at so enthusiastically before lunch. "I may just be out of the room when they drag her on to the block!"
"You promised", he'd wailed. "I wore that damn device for a month except for the times when you made me cum inside that emancipated old bag of bones. You sold Erica, you promised me a replacement, even if that one is just up as a short-term hire lot!"
"True, but I didn't say when or what with though, so I'd behave and keep Mr mouth tight shut if I were you sweetie. I might decide to keep Bonbon for now, or maybe buy that old wrinkled sissy Lady P is selling. I rather liked it, and she does look good for her age, don't you think?
She hadn't, of course. During the mid-sale break for refreshments, the auctioneer had beckoned her over and then introduced them to the elderly silver-haired lady she'd been talking too. A Madam T, a dainty, very aged little woman with startlingly vivid blue eyes that crinkled into a warm, friendly smile of greeting. Dressed very simply in a cream wool skirt, fawn jumper, twin pearl necklace and comfortable brown brogues and walking carefully with the aid of a plain black ebony walking stick.
"This is my youngest granddaughter, Mary Rose", she had said with a fond smile as she introduced the tall, pretty teenage girl accompanying her. She patted the girls arm gently. "Hovering attentively to hand in case I decide to take a nose dive again!"
"Gran's just out of hospital", Mary Rose told them. "Three weeks". She made a face. "If I could get my hands on the wretch's who laid those paving stones, they'd need three years in a hospital!"
"Now now dear" her grandmother had chided. "Knowing your enthusiasm for the whip I doubt they'd even last for three days! You still have an awful lot to learn". She turned back to Patricia. "That's why I wanted a word. I'd like to buy the male half of that couple you put up. I'll give you two-thirds of your reserve for him, and we both know that's being exceedingly generous. I don't need the bitch; I promised young Mary here I'd buy her an early birthday present for all the care and attention she's lavished on me over the last few weeks". She'd winked at Patricia. "Even if most of it was with half an eye on her inheritance".
"Gran!"
Patricia had smiled. "My eldest daughter also tended to get carried away when she was younger. Fortunately, my youngest is far subtler in her approach.
"Quite," the lady said with a glance at her granddaughter. "The application of pain is an art my girl; it should be applied with a delicate finesse like the lightest touch of a master artists brush to his canvass or the maestro's caress of the bow against the strings of a finely tuned violin. NOT" she stressed, "applied like a cheap four-inch emulsion brush on a house wall or a drumstick on a big bass drum!".
"Oh gran", the girl said again, rolling her eyes upwards. "OK, I promise to make this one last a wee bit longer...."
They all laughed.
"So, you only want Bonbon? Can't tempt you with both?"
"I don't have a vacancy or a need for the skinny bitch, way too old and ugly anyway and Mary as yet is only into.... into entertaining only more mature men down in the dungeon, aren't you dear?"
"Oh yes, is he a good screamer?"
Patricia blinked a couple of times to re-focus on the present and returned her attention to the restrained figure inside the dog pen. Poor Bonbon, she had few illusions as to his fate. Young Mary Rose had looked to be an extremely fit teenager, probably played a lot of tennis or something similar judging by her arms and if she liked to use the whip over-enthusiastically, well...
So focused had she been on her recollection, she'd completely missed Alice's return with Prince and leading him into the pen and towards the rear of the helpless woman. Not that he needed such direction. Panting heavily and straining at the leash, the huge hound was soon sniffing excitedly at the bitch's vulnerable squirming bottom. Her scent was in his nostrils now, and there would be no holding him back. The one time they didn't give a fig for Alice and her commands was when they got a whiff of the 'heat scent' Alice had sprayed on the target area once she'd finished binding Floppsy securely onto the low mating bench.
Alice unclipped the leash allowing the gigantic slobbering hound to leap forward and eagerly mount his 'hot' smelling bitch, raising up on his hind legs, forepaws scratching, scrabbling then tightly gripping his victim around her waist, crushing her with his weight, growling threateningly as he prepared to slake his primitive canine lust.
"Still", Alice snapped lashing out at Floppsy's flank with her crop as the woman attempted to struggle in her tight bonds as the dog's weight crushed down upon her. Alice bent her head down close to Floppsy's and whispered to her at the same time, tapping her firmly on one flank with the riding crop. No doubt reminding the bitch that she was a dog and had better behave like one in front of the new members of her audience. She could bark, whine and howl and no doubt would do, even screaming was permitted but not human talk. Alice had cured her of that tendency and would be very angry if she reverted to previous bad behaviour and interspersed her screaming with vain pleas for almighty intervention once again! She stood back up watching impassively slowly coiling up the leash she held.
Patricia had seen it before numerous times. Indeed, she was the chief instigator of this and all the other evil practices that went on in the kennels, stable and elsewhere. It always thrilled her and she never tired of witnessing such 'vile' activities. The never-ending buzz of having the power to abuse and degrade another human being in this way. Not that she regarded them as fully human anymore, they no longer had that status, nor would ever again. The sheer power of total ownership over these miserable animals to use as she pleased was a heady aphrodisiac, one that was already starting to take effect between her legs.
She glanced left and right and was amused to see both Girlie and Mumsie staring at the scene in front of them with eyes, and in Girlie's case, glossy pink lipstick lipped mouth, wide open, expressions of absolute horror on both faces as Prince's impressive penis emerged from its furry sheath. Ten inches of rock hard bright red flesh with a huge knot at the base. That's right fuck bitches take a good look; you may have thought your treatment to date was terrible, but there are worst fates here, far worse. At least you are both still human unlike Floppsy there! Better hope I don't get bored with you as I did with the wretched animal you are both gawping at!
Floppsy was squealing loudly now as Prince's grip on her tightened, his claws digging into the flesh of her skinny waist. She could feel his ridged hard penis thrusting in vain against her latex pants, his claws scrabbling excitedly, scratching, drawing blood as his frustration mounted as he found no open cunt to penetrate and accommodate him. He raised his muzzle in a plaintive puzzled yowl, one that was almost mirrored by the helpless bitch beneath him.
Eva suddenly laughed. "I get it now" she chuckled. "First-time rear entry eh Floppsy? That's what the pants are for? The front door is blocked, but I bet the back door's been left wide open!"
Alice took pity on the bewildered impatient beast. He'd knotted Floppsy on many occasions thrusting his proud canine 'doghood' deep into her unwilling cunt and unloading copious amounts of sperm but only after a long and vigorous shafting. Prince had plenty of stamina. Now though he was confused, frustrated and growing angry as his attempts to penetrate her were rebuffed by the layer of latex protection. A barrier that wasn't likely to resist that rock-hard doggie pile-driver for much longer!
Alice wasn't cruel at least not to real animals, so she reached up with one gloved hand to his collar and yanked him back a little while at the same time she gripped his thick unyielding cock with the other gloved hand and repositioned his aim slightly. Prince reacted angrily for a second, twisting his head around to snarl and try and bite, but she merely dodged and slapped him hard on the muzzle. He was about to growl and snap at her when he suddenly stiffened; his canine memory clicked in as his cock found another target it was familiar with, maybe not on this bitch but on the male 'bitches' he'd mounted in the past and this opening would be just as good.
He thrust hard a few times, his paws hugging his bitch even tighter, pushing, pushing and then her sphincter already familiar with the standard tail plugs, granted entrance to this new intruder. Prince paused for a moment then gave a yowl of triumph before his thrusting resumed with extra vigour. Underneath his bulk the bitch was now squealing incessantly. Then he found his rhythm pumping away, making the entire mating bench shake violently and bounce around a little, so great was his enthusiasm to be ramming in and out of the newly-found orifice.
Eva was bouncing on the edge of her seat, shouting. "Go on Prince, go on boy give it to her, all the way, knot the ugly bitch's bum, make her scream for us!" Girlie was no longer watching the action she'd been turned about and dragged between her master's widespread legs, her bobbing head indicating that another sizeable cock was probably going to shed its load soon!
Alice was savagely flogging the bitch's flank as she'd just shrieked aloud something which she shouldn't have. Incoherent to the audience but not to Alice, who was vigorously reminding the shrieking Floppsy that 'human talk' was strictly verboten! That would only be a taster, Alice took such lapses in the animals personally and would take the skin of her rump later, at her leisure when she had more time to correct the unforgivable error her bitch doggie had just made.
Patricia sipped contentedly at the glass of champagne held in one hand and nibbling on a handful of cashew nuts in the other. Prince was going well tonight, wasn't he? Perhaps Alice should reward him, let him spend the night in Floppsy's kennel minus her rubber pants of course! The ugly bitch held no appeal to her, but the hounds were not nearly as fussy. A night of enthusiastic rutting always made the savage beasts a little more manageable for the next few days.
She swallowed the last few nuts and reached around the chair next to her to fondle a trembling plump mature breast and tease a thick nipple. She was growing very wet, but she could contain herself a little longer, anticipation was always a significant part of the fun. Anyway, the main attraction of the evening's entertainment was still to come.
Next up would be Fido for his very first experience on the 'bitching bench'. How would mamma react to that? Bad enough that young Girlie was already avidly slurping away on her masters cock just a few feet away. Alice had cruelly reserved Fido's virgin doggie bitch rear cunt for Sultan the larger of their two massive hounds. Larger by almost a full inch where it counted as well though it was doubtful if that would make the slightest difference to young Fido as he serviced his betters for the first time!
Cruel, very cruel and so deliciously perverse she'd thought tweaking on that nipple. Sultan had even more stamina than Prince, but mamma would not have to suffer the spectacle for very long. Her face and tongue would be busily employed elsewhere way before Sultan was ready to shoot his massive load!
Patrica realised that she was at the entrance gate already. Such delightful recollections had made the journey home pass quickly. Her fingers tapped in the entry security code activation on the security keypad. Her mouth wasn't quite so numb now, and those little needle pricks were starting to make themselves felt. If she was in pain, then someone else was going to suffer as a diversion. Plus her recent thought had made her feel very randy. She sighed, thinking of the cute little blonde cyclist and the dental nurse. Pity, oh well, maybe she would put a leash on Floppsy and walk her over to the bedroom for old times' sake before making a few discrete phone calls!