CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME
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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If he had wanted to play with himself, he'd have struggled with the mitts but, after two days work and two nights of being used as a pony boy, I fell asleep almost immediately.
Robyn, had crept back into the room at some point in the night and finding her basket full had slid into bed with her mistress. Sophie must have released her from the single sleeve; she'd still been wearing it when she came back to the room.
'Rise and shine, PonyBoy.' Robyn said bending to release my hands from the mitts then taking my boots off. 'Mistress wants me to take you home.'
She unlocked my collar from chain and lead me out of the room.
'Do you know where my clothes are?' I asked as we walked out into the early dawn chill.
Robyn shrugged. She was still wearing her pink lingerie.
'Probably in the horse box.' She unlocked it and climbed in stopping to look down at me when I didn't join her. 'You can walk back if you prefer.'
'My clothes.'
'I told you. They'll be in the back.'
They weren't but I only discovered this as we pulled up outside the hotel.
'I can't go in naked.' I told her after a brief search.
Robyn shrugged again and then slid off her pink knickers which she passed to me. 'Here.'
'I can't...'
'Then you'll have to go in naked.' She climbed into the cab and started the engine.
I put the knickers on and walked into reception with as much confidence as I could muster bidding the girl on the desk, a well groomed redhead with a pretty decent cleavage, a nonchalant 'Good morning' and explaining that in had lost my key. A consulate professional, she refrained from commenting I'd lost a few other things too (my dignity included). I got the impression it wasn't the first time she'd seen a man coming in at dawn in a pair of women's knickers.
'Someone's had a good night.' She said in a Liverpudlian accent as she handed me a new room key.
I smiled and nodded aware she was watching me as I walked to the lifts and waited for them to take me to safety.
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It was Portia and Cressida who came for me the following evening. They were waiting outside my room when I came back from the stadium and looked very much as if they were there to kidnap me; there was certainly no evidence of pony girl about them in their ripped jeans and T-shirts. All they lacked was a baseball bat. A few moments later I was bundled into the service elevator which they stopped briefly while they stripped and cuffed me; then I was hooded and stuffed in the boot of a car as we emerged into what I assumed was the hotel's underground car park.
Perhaps it was a kidnapping; all this submitting to strange women was presumably going to catch up with me at some point.
Tabatha and Sophie had certainly not been gentle with me but these two were brutal.
After about twenty minutes I was hauled out of the boot and pushed back against something rough, a tree trunk I guessed. My cuffs were briefly removed and then reapplied with may wrists so I was secured behind the tree. I felt pony boots pushed onto my feet and then a harness gag rather than a bridle shoved into my mouth.
'I really don't believe it.' I heard one of them say; Portia I thought.
A hand squeezed my cock which had somehow decided I liked me being treated this way.
It was right.
'It is big though.' Said Cressida. 'I might try it for size later.'
'Slut!'
'You're the one holding it.'
I heard tape ripping and felt something was placed round my chest pinning me more firmly to the tree, it went round a second time and a third and then more tape went round my waist; then they locked something round my ankles, pulling them back and spreading my legs so I was partly held up by the tape.
'That should hold him.'
'He is fit, though!'
'God, Portia. Do you ever think about anything else?'
'A girl cannot live by pussy alone.' Portia retorted. 'Let's get on with it I want to see him in action.'
There was a moment's pause and then something brushed my right nipples.
'Portia, stop it.'
'I'm just getting him in the mood.'
Portia's tongue circled my nipple again.
My cock twitched.
She licked my left nipple and then sucked on it gently.
'Portia!'
'It'll be easier.' Portia said between licks and sucks. 'Besides, he's clearly enjoying it.'
I was.
Then they were both at it, their mouths clamped to my nipples, kissing and sucking gently; and there was nothing I could do about it. It was wonderful.
'Mmmm...'
Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad after all.
'Then they used their teeth, biting gently and stretching me already tingling nipples.
'Mmmm...'
'Ready.'
Something cold hit my nipples more or less in unison. It was a shock but not that bad; then they grabbed them again and stretched.
'Ugggnnnnggg...'
There was a sudden burning in both my stretched nipples.
I squirmed wildly but didn't really achieve anything.
I knew what had happened.
'Poor boy.' Portia said. 'They are cute though.'
A hand grabbed my cock.
'Nggghh.' I shook my head violently. There wasn't much else I could do.
'Relax pony boy.' Portia reassured me squeezing my cock. 'We've only been told to pierce your nips; though if you'll take my advice you'll get your cock done too; all girls know that a piercing in the tip adds a little spice.'
As Portia continued to hold my cock, Cressida tightened something all too familiar round my balls. The girls were expecting total obedience tonight.
They peeled the tape away and released my wrists lowering me to my knees and then cuffing by wrists behind me again. There was no point in struggling, my ankles were still cuffed and I was hooded.
Besides my cock clearly thought I was enjoying the whole thing.
With my wrists once again cuffed behind me, they bent me forward.
