Chapter Eight
It was several days later that Emilia experienced her first horse ride. She had been constantly tormented by Miss Tara and Rebecca beforehand; spanked until her bottom cheeks positively glowed, caressed intimately but not allowed to come and made to drink down copious amounts of her mistress' amber nectar. During the nights, her hands had been cuffed so that she could not play with herself after Rebecca had caught her during the darkness, gasping out her delight as her fingers had frigged her pussy hard and fast. The punishment had been severe; a dozen strokes of the whip after a hard spanking and two hours spent milking the artificial cock whilst strapped down on the hay bale in the stable. Having a sore bottom as well as an aching jaw had been bad enough but Emilia had also suffered from the swollen clitoris that had throbbed irritatingly between her legs throughout the night as she had tried to snatch some sleep.
After milking one of the stiff cocks poking through the wooden board in the morning, Emilia was taken by Miss Tara into the stall with the model of a horse in it and ordered to face it whilst her mistress commented on the fine workmanship and the intricacies of the clockwork movement inside that kept it rocking back and forth slowly but surely. During the explanation, Emilia's eyes were focused on the leather saddle and the twin protuberances fitted into it. She swallowed hard as she realised what they were for and her bottom hole twinged in anticipatory protest at the thought of the dildo sliding deep into her darkness.
"Up you get, girl," ordered Miss Tara and Emilia swung her leg up and over the back of the beast, swaying forward as it rocked beneath her weight gently. While Emilia clung to the neck, Miss Tara oiled the twin dildos carefully then commanded Emilia to shuffle backwards right onto the saddle. Stifling a sob of shame, Emilia complied, body shaking a little as she felt the first dildo poke up against her soft folds. The large head stretched her labia wide as it started to push into her tightness and then the second dildo pushed up against the tiny whorl of her anus as her mistress snapped at her to put her hands behind her back. There they were cuffed together and, unable to use them to support her weight, Emilia felt herself sink down inexorably on to the two greasy poles as Miss Tara set the clockwork machinery into motion.
"It takes about an hour before the horse stops moving, Emilia," she murmured, patting the quivering girl's thigh gently. "Do enjoy yourself!"
The stable door banged shut behind her and Emilia was left to endure the constant movements of the thick dildo in and out of her pussy and anus as the horse rocked back and forth. At first, it was pure discomfort and pain as the twin cocks stretched her tight tubes and slithered ever deeper but, after a few minutes, pleasure seeped into her soul at the subtle sensations. Her clit began to tingle and throb with each movement of the thickest dildo in and out of her stretched slit and heat built in her flesh, sending a flush of red through her pale skin. Even the cock driving into her dark hole became pleasurable for some reason and she began to moan with delight. Her cries intensified with the feelings that ran through her skin and up into her mind and she suddenly came, spurting a shower of love dew over the leather saddle. A few minutes later and she came again under the pressure of the repetitive movement of the horse and her little cries soon became squeals and screams of delight mixed with despair as she could not stop her body responding to the machine. Her tiny bud bubbled like lava with heat and constantly exploded into action as the dildos relentlessly slithered in and out, remorselessly plundering her body even as the strength left her and she could only slump down fully on them and accept every last inch into her stretched orifices.
Miss Tara had to help the exhausted girl down off the horse when she returned an hour later just as the machine stopped moving. Supporting her body, she led Emilia back to her tiny room and left her there on her mattress to sleep after kissing her tenderly. It seemed to take forever before Emilia drifted off though as her clit ached with desire and felt as if it was several times its normal size whilst her insides felt incredibly sore. How many times had she come? Emilia shook her head slightly as she realised that she had lost count after five. Would it be the same with a man inside her? She slipped into sleep, imagining a pulsating prick remaining ever hard, driving constantly into her softness and soon she was whimpering in the grip of an imaginary orgasm.
Chapter Nine
A few days later, the noise of a carriage clattering into the yard disturbed Tara and she looked up from the letter she had been reading. It was from Molly's guardian agreeing that she should marry Sir Harry and a smile had crossed Tara's face when she had read it as she had realised that the commission payment from both men would enable her to keep her business running for another few months at least. Sir Harry had promised to be very generous in return for being recommended as suitable marriage material for the beautiful young girl and Tara looked forward to attending the wedding. Emilia also had the potential to attract a rich suitor and Tara was delighted to have received a telegram from one wealthy gentleman of longstanding acquaintance saying that he would be arriving the next day and was keen for his son and heir to test her out.
"It is Lady Davenport, Miss Tara," announced the parlour maid, curtseying gracefully.
"Send her in, Fanny, and go and tell the cook to make tea please."
Tara rose from her chair and walked over to the door as Rowena Davenport, Emilia's aunt, came in, green eyes sparkling with suppressed excitement. Tara regarded her fondly, smiling inwardly as she remembered how easy it had been to know what Rowena had been enjoying when they had both been younger. Much like her niece, she had delighted in being tormented and teased to the point of agony before being made to beg for her release. Those almost luminous green eyes gave away her thoughts instantly, mused Tara as she accepted Rowena's delicate kisses before telling her to sit down then observing her sternly as she stated, "I believe that you are early if you have come to see your niece. It is another week or so before her time is up and you can see what progress she has made although I have already lined up some candidates for her hand from my little black book!"
"I came to tell you something exciting, Tara," gabbled Rowena, words spilling out of her mouth.
