"Where are my panties?" I angrily spat at Louise the moment she walked through the door.
"I had to take them," she confessed.
"You don't even deny it?"
"Of course not I want you virginal, unspoiled by your brother's cock."
"But why, what's it to do with you?"
"Listen here you stroppy little bitch and do as you're told," Louise raged suddenly rounding on me, "I've one more task for you and in it, you're worth more as a virgin. Do this and you'll get all your soiled panties back."
My anger had superseded my reason. Louise was my mistress and I had to confess she had improved my anxiety and fears of the outside world immeasurably and got the address of my dream boyfriend, Garth.
"I'm sorry but I'm sure just one good rogering from my brother will be my key to freedom, the icing on the cake." I ineptly explained.
"You are mad you know that?" Louise said, "If you stick with my alternative therapies, you'll be back with us normal people before you know it."
"Normal?"
"Well, functioning," laughed Louise, "It's for the better and you know it."
She was right and once more I but myself in her hands.
It was a bright summer morning, and we were driving out into the country. We were in a lavish part of the countryside, scattered with country mansions and opulent gardens. Louise turned the car through a gateway of high pillars and black cast-iron gates. It took us into a long straight gravel driveway with an avenue of trees. In the distance was a majestic grey bricked mansion, with big high windows and double doors. The country house exuded class and money. I saw a sign that directed us to the stables and Louise turned towards it without a thought. She parked on a gravel square among a bevy of four-wheel Range Rovers.
I followed Lou through a neat avenue of trees that certainly held in the sound as we passed through them. I had the feeling we were moving into a restricted off-limited area. I could hear the crack of a whip and female demands, "Get those knees higher!" I heard followed by the crack of a whip, "Faster, head back, stop, go!" I looked to my right and saw a naked man wearing a harness with his arms tied hands to elbow. A long lead stretched out to a pretty blond girl in tight jodhpurs, an equestrian jacket over a white blouse, wearing long black riding boots. In her other hand was her whip, which she skilfully cracked on or around his buttocks to enforce her commands.
The equestrian girl stood centre ground as her human pony trotted around her at her behest. One shot of her whip hit her human pony square on his ass and he jumped frantically to obey her out of fear. His cries were muted as he was biting on a rubber bit fitted into his mouth.
"This way Maria," said Louise as I nervously looked back at the harsh regime the naked human pony was being put through.
As I turned I bumped into Louise's large frame and saw in front of her an eloquent sophisticated lady in her equestrian attire. She held a whip behind her with both hands, flexing it on the roundness of her tight shapely bottom.
"Welcome to pony club," she bid with a hushed swagger making me feel nervous. This was underlined as I jumped to the sound of the far away crack of the whip. I hoped against hope that Lou had brought me to help train men but the illusion was quickly smashed as the extremely well manicured and scented equestrian woman stepped towards me and took me by the jaw.
"Show me your teeth," she demanded, squeezing my mouth to expose my mouth furniture. I croaked as she turned my head.
"She looks healthy enough," she said directed at Lou.
"She may be a little unfit but nothing that you couldn't whip into her," cruelly revealed Louise.
"Take your clothes off," demanded the equestrian lady.
I went into an emotional tailspin and I looked to Louise and yearned for her to pull me out of this underground coven club but no support was forthcoming.
"Do as you're told, there's good girl," she insisted, "you're going upmarket now, in the land of the luxurious and the quicker you know your place the better."
The equestrian mistress brought the whip out from behind her buttocks.
I looked up at Louise who just stared straight ahead.
"I see we're going to have to break this one in," remarked the equestrian boss.
"Sorry," I quickly apologised, "you've caught me on the hop," I tried to explain.
"Silence" yelled the boss with a crack of her whip on her boots, "now I don't expect to hear you again, get your clothes off, now!"
I quickly pulled my jumper off over my head and looked at the equestrian boss where to put it as she studied my breasts. "Come on hurry!" She scolded.
I quickly threw my jumper on the ground and immediately brought my hands up to unhook my bra.
"I'll be off now," said Louise to the equestrian boss and turned to go without bidding me farewell. I dropped my trousers quickly feeling quite fearful. There was a feeling of professional privacy that was beyond the law and it scared me. I slipped my panties down and added them to the pile of my clothes on the grass. I naturally stood up to attention as an all-pervading sense of unbridled authority overtook me.
The equestrian boss slowly circled me as some lowly stable boy raced out and collected my clothes. He didn't even try to sneak a peek at my naked body as he gathered them in. He scuttled away obediently and I suddenly felt imprisoned by an unveiled clan. My nervousness hit a new high as the equestrian boss went behind me. I felt her hands on my ass, kneading my buns, sizing them up. She then brought her arms over my shoulders and groped my breasts.
"Hm, nice and solid, they won't be bouncing around too much," she said to herself, "they will when we have you running though," she added with a smirk.
The equestrian trainer who I had noticed when I entered was summoned over. "Get her up to speed quickly," the boss said to her, "I want her used tonight."
"Yes, boss!" She replied with a military air, before putting a collar around me and leading me out to the training ground.
"And Gill, make sure you get her nice and sweaty!" Said the boss as an afterthought.
"Yes, Boss."
Just as I was led away a line of around twenty naked men all with their arms folded and tied behind them marched towards us. They were being escorted by four upper-class girls, all in jodhpurs, black boots and the obligatory whip. They marched past me in complete silence, only noticing my nakedness through their periphery vision. Their bodies were soaked in sweat and their cocks limp and flopping. "Eyes front," yelled one of the girls on guard, cracking her whip for good measure.
I obeyed fearing she was talking to me.
