Chapter Ten
Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.
"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," answered Darren, as he fitted the ball gag back into Vespa's mouth.
"Let's get her used to having a tail too. Have we got anything suitable?"
"I think so. I'll just go and have a look in the storeroom, sir."
James squatted down and stared at Vespa from just a few inches away as he remarked, "You are going to have a tail fitted. I hope you will wag it when you see me again, puppy, or I might have to punish you again...add to those lovely marks on your pale skin."
Vespa stayed silent, tears welling in her dark green eyes at the thought of suffering yet another indignity at the hands of this sadistic man. He just laughed and stroked her, toying with her nipples as Darren walked back into the room.
"Take the belt off her first, Darren, as that will make it easier to fit her tail."
Vespa was relieved beyond measure when the belt was removed and the steel dildo slid out of her soaking slit. At least, those terrifying bolts of electricity would not rage through her quim any more, she thought as Darren set the metal cylinder on a shelf. Then he crouched down behind her as James ordered her to go on all fours once more and she squealed as the black man pushed a massive anal plug into her abraded anus. It slid into the greased aperture, stretching her wide before her rectal ring closed tightly around the narrower part. A fluffy tail made of some material that was very realistic stuck up out of the other end and James snapped at Vespa to wag it for him. She shook her bottom from side to side and he laughed loudly at the sight while Darren chuckled as he got back to his feet.
"A red tail to match her red hair, Darren. Perhaps she should be a little vixen rather than a puppy dog? I could hunt her through the woods..."
His voice tailed off and a cruel look came into his eyes that made Vespa shiver. What would he do when he caught her? She was left to think about that as he stood up and strode out, leaving Darren to put her back into her cage.
Once he had locked her in, he took Astrid out, removed her gag and then used her mouth for his pleasure. Vespa curled up but watched out of the corner of her eye, fascinated by the subtle meeting of black and white flesh as his huge prick slid in and out of the girl's soft lips as Darren gripped her blonde hair tightly. He pulled out suddenly and Vespa expected him to shower Astrid's pretty face with his come but instead he bent down and lifted her up then sank his cock straight up into her pussy, splitting her pink folds wide. The student groaned as she was opened up and then cried out as the black man began to bounce her up and down on his thickness, hands clasping her buttock cheeks while she wrapped her long, pale legs around his waist. Darren moved her back slightly and her bottom cheeks settled on the roof of Vespa's cage and she looked up and watched as his dark shaft drove powerfully in and out of the Swedish girl's spongy pink slit. Deep lunges followed after slow strokes and Astrid started to quiver, clit on fire. Guttural grunts came from Darren and then his seed spurted into Astrid, bubbling out around his shaft as he withdrew before plunging back in. More shot up into her clenching tunnel and then Astrid cried out in delight as her body shivered in the throes of orgasm. Vespa's eyes were fastened on the conjunction of the pair's bodies as the black cock pushed inexorably in and out of the squelchy folds until Darren suddenly withdrew. A rain of spunk dripped out of Astrid's quim and splashed down onto Vespa who jerked away abruptly but kept her eyes fixed on the white cream flowing out of the throbbing folds above her until Darren lifted Astrid down, popped her gag back in and then put her back in her cage.
When the man went, sliding the bolt into place on the door, Vespa tried to get the sliver of wood out of her mouth. She was grateful that Darren hadn't cuffed her as that meant that she could push the rubbery ball gag to one side while she slowly and carefully worked the wood chip out of the other. She could feel the inside of her mouth bleeding where the wood cut in but she ignored the pain and eventually spat the wood out into her palm, examining it carefully to see if her plan had a chance of succeeding. It did look about the right size and thickness but she wanted to make sure and for that she needed Astrid again, Unfortunately, the Swedish student was lying down with her head facing away, clearly ashamed by what had just happened and unwilling to face Vespa. Unable to speak, Vespa decided that she needed some other way of attracting the girl's attention. For a while, she tried to get Huian to help but the Chinese girl was sleeping apparently, huddled up in a ball of misery and so Vespa started to screw up parts of the newspaper in her cage, rolling the pieces into tight balls and aiming them at Astrid through the gaps in her cage.
Most missed their mark, bouncing off either the bars of her cage or Astrid's but finally a couple got through and struck the naked girl on the leg. Curious, Astrid turned round, blue eyes filled with tears, and looked at Vespa who beckoned her closer, miming that she wanted to examine her collar once again. Shuffling nearer, Astrid leaned as close as she could and Vespa stretched her fingers through the bars and looked at the steel circlet round her neck carefully. The joint was the weak spot, she decided, especially as the current had to flow across it so there had to be something that closed the circuit. Steel prongs or something similar had to move just a few millimetres or so to send the electricity flowing and out into their bodies. If that could be prevented then there would be a chance of escaping or so she thought hopefully.
Nodding her thanks to Astrid, Vespa turned away and settled back down, unwilling to let the girl see what she was going to do next in case she told Darren or James for some reason. Stockholm Syndrome would be only too appropriate for a Swedish girl, Vespa thought with sardonic amusement as she settled down into a corner of her cage and tried to work the tiny sliver of wood into the gap in her collar. It was delicate, painstaking work and Vespa found herself getting frustrated as she failed time and time again. Not being able to see the collar made it more difficult as she had to do everything by feel alone. Just when she was about to give up, she managed to lodge the edge into the joint and then she carefully pushed it further in until she felt the other end sticking out into her neck. Tugging it back a little, Vespa bent the wood back and forth until it snapped off, leaving half of it securely stuck in the joint then she slipped the spare piece under the newspaper and tried to rest, knowing that she was going to need all her strength and a lot of luck to get away.
Chapter Eleven
The three captives were fed and watered a few hours later and, after Darren had used Huian, shafting her hard in front of Astrid and Vespa, he took Vespa out, clipping a lead onto her collar and making her walk on all fours like a dog once more. Bottom cheeks jiggling from side to side, Vespa wondered if she should test out the efficacy of her plan to negate the effect of the collar but decided that it would be better to do so when the huge black man wasn't in charge. James, she knew, she could handle if she had the element of surprise but Darren would be a much harder nut to crack.
"Come on, girl, time to go to the loo," Darren remarked as he pulled her round the lawn and Vespa blushed, knowing that she wanted to as her bladder felt full. She was, however, understandably reluctant to do such a thing in front of another human being and it took her a few moments to force out her first spurts as she squatted, hips lowered and head high as if she was a bitch. Once the first droplets spilled out then it became easier and soon she was peeing prolifically, staining the green grass yellow with her offering.
"Good girl," stated Darren when she had finished and he patted her head just like James had earlier and for a moment, Vespa, to her shame, found herself responding to the praise. Was she going to get used to being treated like a pet dog?
It was hard to sleep that night as Vespa constantly thought about escape and what might happen if she didn't manage to. She shuddered as she thought about what James might do to her in the future. Being submissive was her nature and she enjoyed what that entailed but it did not mean that she was something to be owned and abused by a sadistic individual. Body aching and mind filled with dark thoughts, Vespa slept fitfully as the night dragged on.
The sound of the bolt sliding back woke Vespa from a doze though and she jerked her head up and watched through narrowed eyes as Darren came in the next morning. He dealt with Astrid first, giving her breakfast then allowing her to relieve herself in the potty before he moved onto Huian. Vespa was last in the queue and she could smell the sharp stench of the other girls' wee as she was pulled out of her cage and had the lead clipped back onto her steel collar once more. After going to the toilet, her anal plug being removed temporarily, and once again carrying her own solid waste back to the bin by the house before the hose was used once more, Vespa was surprised when Darren did not lead her back inside but tugged her round the side and into a stable block whose floor was lined with a pile of loose hay.
"The master is going to practise his hunting this morning so I hope you are full of running," he commented, tying her lead to a hook in the wall of one of the stalls. Vespa looked up at him in horror and he laughed, reading the fearful expression in her eyes before he added cruelly, "Once he has hunted you down, then comes the kill, doesn't it? Not much into foxhunting myself but I am sure it has its attractions when the vixen is as beautiful as you. I wonder if he will have his riding crop with him or a hunting whip instead?"
