The Stables

Chapter Four

Tara walked across the open courtyard in front of the stable block, pulling the hapless Emilia after her. The girl kept her eyes down, staring fixedly at the ground, body shivering despite the warmth of the sun.

"My office and living quarters is over there in the stone lodge," declared Tara, pointing to the right as they headed towards the long, low outline of the stable block. "In front of us we have the stables themselves and behind the trees over there is an outdoor exercise yard for the horses."

Emilia looked up for a moment and saw a couple of equine faces staring back at her incuriously and, for just a moment, she forgot about the awful predicament that she was in and imagined herself riding around happily on the back of one of the beautiful creatures. Then Tara tugged her forward again and remarked, "Now we shall go in and I will introduce you to some of your fellow trainees!"

"No, please, not like this. You can't!" protested Emilia, face reddening instantly at the idea of being seen.

Tara simply tugged on the lead hard and sent Emilia stumbling forward then pushed her down to the ground and started to slap the end of the dog lead on her bottom cheeks.

"I told you not to interrupt, didn't I? You certainly do not tell me what I can and cannot do, girl!" stated Tara coldly, making Emilia squeal as the leather end of the lead sliced across her thighs and buttocks hard and fast.

Emilia sobbed pitifully as the pain slithered into her senses but it was more from humiliation and the fear of being seen without any clothes on. Not that she had any reason to be ashamed of her young body with its unblemished skin and pert breasts and buttocks but the strictures of moralistic Victorian society had permeated her mind. There was a tiny bit of her character though that relished the thought of being on display and an odd fluttery feeling rippled through her body as Tara pulled her up onto her feet and tugged her forwards once more. Her bottom and thighs throbbed with pain and she swallowed hard as she saw the livid red weal left on the pale-white skin of her thigh by the leather lead. Excitement and fear coursed through her body as every step took her closer to entering the stable block and being on display for the strangers within.

Tara pushed open a heavy wooden door and held it until Emilia stepped through before allowing it to swing closed with a dull thud. Emilia glanced upwards and found herself looking at a long corridor with what she assumed to be horse stalls with stable doors on one side. Pulled along by Tara, Emilia looked into the first stall and found it empty then felt her mind go blank with fear as she heard something from the next one along when they were still a few feet away.

"Rebecca, this is our new trainee, Emilia," announced Tara when she was level with the opening to the next stall. Emilia tried to cringe away, blushing furiously at the thought of being seen naked although part of her mind was relieved to discover that it was another girl and not a man.

"I have already seen her, Miss Tara, when I popped in to take something out of the chest," drifted a voice from inside and then Emilia was tugged inside by Tara and found herself face to face with the dark-haired girl once more.

Her eyes flickered past the clothed Rebecca though and her mouth opened wide in shock and surprise as she saw the figure of a naked girl tied over a bale of hay, legs spread wide apart by a spreader bar attached to her slim ankles.

"Is that Molly?" inquired Tara.

"Yes, Miss Tara. She was slow yesterday when milking so I am teaching her to try harder."

"Excellent. Carry on, Rebecca, while we watch. Perhaps Emilia here will learn something and spare herself the pain of being taught! We will just go and observe from the side."

"Of course," replied Rebecca before she turned her attention back to her work, flexing the short whip she held in her hand so that it cracked gently in the air.

Molly's striped bottom cheeks wobbled in response and Emilia frowned, wondering why the tethered girl's head was bobbing up and down desperately. She found out when Tara pulled her down the side of the bale of hay, colouring up furiously as she watched Molly's mouth slide over a piece of carved ivory that stuck up like a flagpole from a solid block of wood.

"Take more of it in, Molly," commented Rebecca, lazily swinging the whip and cracking it expertly across the twitching bottom cheeks of the hapless girl. A muffled groan burst out of Molly's mouth and she jerked forward slightly and managed to slither more of the ivory inside her. Another stroke of the whip flicked across her exposed cheeks and a red weal blossomed into prominence, standing out beautifully on the white skin. Emilia watched on in horrified fascination and she felt her insides go oddly warm at the thought of being in the same undignified position herself. Would Miss Tara do that to her? Swallowing hard, Emilia saw the whip descend once more and then stared as a solitary pearl of pain rolled down the girl's cheek and dripped into the bale of hay beneath her.

"She is coming on, Rebecca. Give her less of the whip now that she is using her mouth properly and more gentling instead," commented Tara and the girl in charge nodded, allowed her whip to fall across the smooth skin once more then stepped forward and started to run her hands over the soft surface of Molly's bottom cheeks.

"Molly has been with us for nearly a month now and she has been very slow to realise that she needs to be obedient," remarked Tara after she had led Emilia out of the stall and down the long corridor a little way. "I hope that you will make better progress!"

Emilia's mind was whirling, clouded with the sensual sight of Molly bent over the hay and her mouth bobbing up and down on the long shaft of ivory. She hardly noticed the other stalls as they passed by until they came to the final one before a massive door that Emilia assumed led back outside.

Tara opened the stable door and pulled Emilia in behind her like a half-trained dog and she gasped as she came face to face with a life-sized rocking horse. A girl, naked as the day she was born, was astride it, face contorted strangely as the machine moved gently back and forth, breasts bobbing in time to the movement. A strip of leather was wound round her ankle and led under the belly of the beast and, so Emilia surmised swiftly, to her other ankle thus trapping her on the back of the horse while her hands were bound behind her back, making her sit upright on the saddle.

"So, Lydia, are you enjoying your horse riding exercise this afternoon?" inquired Tara, stretching up and running her fingers down the girl's white thigh. "I believe that you had been complaining that you were not getting enough riding practice so have these last three hours taught you a little humility and patience?"

"Yes, Miss Tara," muttered the dark-haired girl, blushing furiously as she caught Emilia's eyes upon her.

"Rise up on your stirrups, Lydia, so that Emilia here can have a good look at what is happening!" commanded Tara.

"Do I have to, miss?"

"That will be another hour, girl, for questioning my orders!" snapped Tara and the girl sobbed then begged piteously. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though as Tara remained implacable and so, slowly and reluctantly, Lydia pushed herself up on unsteady legs and Emilia's green eyes widened in amazement and awe as she saw the thick ivory shaft and the glistening pink pussy lips that were pierced by it.

"Push the horse hard, Emilia," commanded Tara.

Emilia did so and then watched as the ivory slithered further up inside the girl's stretched labial lips as the horse rocked forward faster. A little sigh slipped from Lydia's mouth and slick fluid dribbled out around the carved head of the phallus as it slithered back out again. In and out, it went as the rocking horse moved back and forth, gradually slowing down until Tara pushed it hard once more.

"Rebecca comes in every quarter of an hour or so and makes sure that the horse is still moving as the clockwork mechanism needs resetting," stated Tara, smiling slightly at Emilia's wide-eyed expression. "How many times have you climaxed, Lydia?"

"Five," mumbled the girl shame-facedly, brown eyes welling up with tears as they met Emilia's.

"Then you should be able to have another couple in the next hour, girl. Perhaps that will stop you complaining in future?" remarked Tara before she pushed the horse hard and pulled Emilia out of the stall. A little wail of desperation followed them and Emilia shuddered at the sound as it echoed along the corridor.

"You are wondering why that is considered a punishment, I suppose?"

Emilia said nothing but Tara just laughed and added, "Imagine how your softness will feel after being used for so long. Each climax saps some strength from your body, girl. Not anything like it does to a man obviously! The first couple will be pleasant and then your legs will weaken and your pussy lips swell whilst your delicate insides will be abraded by the constant movement of the shaft so that in the end, you will beg to be released. When she is freed in an hour or so, Lydia will only be fit to lie down and she will need a day or so to recover. So is that a punishment you will avoid, Emilia, or does the thought fascinate you?"

Turned abruptly to face Tara, Emilia stayed silent, unable to voice her thoughts as they would condemn her instantly. Excitement and desire flowed through her senses at the idea of being astride the rocking horse and it must have showed in her dark green eyes because Tara laughed knowingly then bent forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Emilia felt the tender touch and responded for a moment before she recoiled as far as she could, suddenly aware that what was happening was wrong. She had to fight against her instinctive need though and Tara eyed her thoughtfully then reached out and stroked her fingers across the girl's nipples, finding them standing out like little bullets.

"You, niece of my old friend, are going to be an absolute delight to break and then to mould into the perfect submissive soul. Man or woman, I wonder which will excite you more?" Tara mused, holding the leash in one hand to stop Emilia squirming away from her insistent and skilful fingers. Sliding her fingers down over the girl's flat belly and then into her soft nest of coppery curls, Tara pulled her closer and kissed her once more, delighting in her mastery as Emilia responded, parting her lips and allowing the flickering tongue of the other woman to explore her.

Lost in a world of heat and desire, Emilia moaned softly as fingers stroked gently across her wet slit whilst lips met hers. Tongue tips danced together divinely for a few moments of utter bliss and Emilia felt heated streaks of fire rush through her blood and up into her brain. She knew somewhere in her senses that it was wrong and yet it felt so good and she just could not pull away from the sweet sensations as Tara nuzzled her lips gently whilst slipping one finger inside the puffy labial lips between the girl's soft thighs. Emilia moaned in pleasure as she felt Tara's finger enter her body, slithering easily up and then crooking round until it pressed against her spongy innards. Another followed and they moved in and out slowly and deliberately, teasing Emilia into ecstasy swiftly and she soon felt her legs buckle beneath her as a rapturous rush of desire swept through her flesh and exploded in her mind. Her breath came in short, sharp pants of pleasure and Tara drank them in, sucking on the girl's lips as her climax raced through her body. Emilia could do nothing but shudder and gasp as the skilful fingers slid in and out, rubbing tantalisingly over her swollen clitoris each time until they finally slithered out, coated in glistening wetness.

"It appears that you are no longer a virgin then, Emilia," commented Tara, raising one eyebrow interrogatively as she watched the girl in front of her blush furiously. There had been no resistance at all against her fingers and Tara was curious about just how and when Emilia had lost her maidenhead. It also opened up more possibilities and pleasures now that the girl, like Lydia, had no hymen to protect.

"I am!" responded Emilia adamantly.

"But you have no hymen, girl! No barrier against penetration!"

"I...I..." stuttered Emilia, face as red as a post box as she tried to think how she could frame her response.

"You what? Gave it away to somebody...that junior footman perhaps?"

"No, no. I was using something..."

"You were using your own fingers or somebody else's? Or was there a dildo involved perhaps?"

"A candle," whispered Emilia, head facing the floor in shame as she admitted to her perversity.

"Hmm, you won't be the first or the last with that story to tell, young lady. Some men will be quite happy as there will be less mess on the wedding night while others will see you as damaged goods. More fool them as by the time I have trained this tight little opening, it will be able to milk a man dry perfectly!"

Wiping her fingers dry on Emilia's lips suddenly, Tara moved forward and pulled the girl out through the massive door at the end of the corridor. Emilia was surprised to see an indoor riding arena: pale golden sand covering the floor as if it was a desert. There were some jumps at one end and Emilia's heart leapt at the thought of being able to practise her equine skills. Riding to hounds with her uncle and aunt had been her only previous acquaintance with jumping but as both of her relatives had ensured that they went through gates rather than over them, she had always pined to have a go as she watched others be brave. Now it appeared that she might get the chance...if she behaved herself!

Tugged abruptly back by the leash, Emilia followed Tara as she led the way back down the corridor until they reached the door to the outside. Blushing prettily as she was pulled back out into the open air, Emilia's spirits sank as they approached the small building she had been trapped in before.

"I think it is time for me to get on with running this place now so I will see you tomorrow morning bright and early for your first official training session, Emilia," stated Tara, pulling the reluctant girl in behind her then shutting the door before she removed the girl's collar, lead and cuffs. "One of the other girls will bring you something to eat and drink soon but until then you can rest in here."

Emilia looked askance at the tiny, cell-like space that Tara was pointing at then asked, "Do you mean that I have to stay in there until tomorrow?"

"Indeed you do, Emilia. In you go quickly before I lose patience and have to stripe that pretty bottom with my crop! It will be quiet for a while but then the other girls will be in here too!"

Reluctantly, head hanging low, Emilia walked into the room and then shivered as the door clanged shut behind her, trapping her as the lock clicked. As Tara walked out of the building, Emilia sank down onto the thin mattress and stared out in despair into the cell next to her. It hardly seemed real to her; only that morning she had been waking up in a comfortable bed in her luxuriously-furnished bedroom but now she was going to have to get used to the Spartan life. A solitary sphere of sorrow trickled down her cheek then another and she laid down on the mattress and closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the tears back to where they had come from.