Divine Cruelty (12 page)

O'Mara ignored the insult, almost running to stay alongside Rachel as she marched quickly down the corridor. 'What have you been lying about? You can tell me. You know it won't go any further.'

'I told my servant there was a slave in this house who was uglier than you and even more detestable.' Smiling tightly to herself, Rachel added, 'I think Helena might have been right to call me a liar. There's no slave in this house uglier or more detestable than you.'

'You nasty bitch,' O'Mara scowled.

Grinning inwardly, not letting the amusement show on her face, Rachel said nothing. They had reached the master's chamber and she knocked three times, waited for a summons and then pushed her way inside. O'Mara remained in the corridor, mumbling epithets under her breath. Rachel didn't hear everything that was said, but she felt sure she heard the mousy blonde say something that sounded like, 'You'll get yours, you cunt.' Satisfied with the thought that she had upset the master's sly maid, Rachel was happy to close the door on her.

'Rachel!' Master Vince exclaimed cheerfully. 'You're back at last. How I've missed you.'

Although she didn't doubt he was telling the truth, Rachel didn't think he looked like he had suffered her absence to any personal degree. He was naked, mounted in the rear of an athletic raven-haired girl from the pony-stable, and riding her with cruel enthusiasm. Straps and harness adorned his ride, long strips of leather binding her breasts, and slipping up between her legs. Master Vince held the reins of all the bindings and tugged hard on them as he repeatedly pushed himself into her pussy.

A second girl from the stables stood in attendance by the side of the bed and Rachel could see this one was dressed with identical restraints and eagerly waiting to be summoned for use. Like all the master's pony girls, this one was also dark-haired and blessed with an identical, athletic build. The only thing that marked her as being any different was the modification that had been made to her pussy lips.

Rachel groaned inwardly when she caught sight of the woman's bulging labia. She had dimly hoped that her master might have ceased his dealings with Pearl while she had been away from the estate. It would have solved so many of her problems if the master had simply grown bored with the woman and discarded her in the same way he threw aside used slaves. The sight of the pony girl's swollen pussy lips told Rachel that the business relationship between Master Vince and Pearl remained steadfast.

'Use your pussy muscles to squeeze my cock, bitch,' Master Vince instructed his ride. 'Squeeze me as hard as you fucking can.'

The slave grimaced with effort and her expression was parodied in Master Vince's frown of contentment. The slave bore each brutal penetration with a tightening smile and it was only the fine film of sweat peppering her brow that told Rachel she was exerting herself. She quietly admired the pony girl's conditioning, envious of the woman's ability to endure her suffering without displaying upset. The straps around each breast looked punishingly tight and Master Vince pulled viciously on them. Familiar with most of the practices on the estate, Rachel knew the lengths of leather that went between the pony girl's legs would have been threaded through her labial piercings. Each time Master Vince pushed forward he tugged hard on the reins. The slave's breasts were torn in conflicting directions and her sex lips were mercilessly pulled and tormented.

Rachel walked to his side and, unmindful that he was engrossed in sliding repeatedly into the slave, she gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. Unable to stop herself, she placed a hand against his bare chest and felt the familiar rapid thump of his hastened heartbeat. The contact was always reassuring and she smiled, thankful to be back in his commanding presence.

He seemed oblivious to the caress and more focused on ploughing greedily into the slave beneath him. His thick shaft slid easily between the split of the slave's sex and, each time he pulled out, Rachel could see his length was coated with a glossy smear of the pony girl's arousal. As she had known they would be the reins were threaded through bridle clips biting into the slave's labia and each sharp pull dragged cruelly on the sensitive skin. Perversely, the punishment seemed to make the raven-haired girl more aroused and, with every vicious tug, her pussy grew distinctly wetter. Rachel watched the anomaly with a mixture of disgust and dark-green envy.

Master Vince glanced sharply at Rachel and asked, 'How did my brother treat you?'

'Your brother is always fair and genial,' she replied. Unable to hide her adoration for her master, she added, 'It must be a family trait.'

He laughed and rode himself harder into his mount. Holding the reins in one hand he snatched a riding crop from the side of the bed and used it to slap the slave's thighs. The sharp kiss of the crop echoed crisply from the walls of the bedchamber and each shot left a blazing red weal in its wake. Rachel could almost feel the wicked blows as they resounded more loudly than the sound of the running shower in the neighbouring en-suite.

The pony girl grimaced at the unjust punishment but made no other complaint as the master continued to slide himself in and out with quickening thrusts. She bore her torment with stalwart dignity until he dropped the crop, pulled harder on the reins, and forced himself deeper for the rush of his climax. His entire body convulsed with his orgasm, his pelvis repeatedly battering into the pony girl's buttocks and he held her on his length until the final spurt had been shot from his shaft. Chuckling with satisfaction, he slapped her backside as a sign of good-natured approval and then pushed the slave from his spent length.

A dribble of his semen oozed from the dark pink split of her sex but, aside from the slight tremor that shook her body when she tried to stand up, the pony girl looked otherwise unmoved by the bout of passion. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved more rapidly than for normal respiration but they were the only signs of what she had been through.

Master Vince plucked a sugar lump from a bowl on the dressing table and held it out for the slave to take. She lowered her mouth over his fingers, accepted the treat, then followed his instruction when he told her to go back to the stables. As she slipped through the door, Rachel saw O'Mara was still standing there and guessed the mousy blonde was hoping to eavesdrop on their conversation. The observation didn't worry her too greatly because she doubted O'Mara would be able to hear through the thick doors that secured the master's bedchamber.

He lay back on the bed and encouraged Rachel to join him. 'Get me hard again so I can fuck this one,' he said, nodding at the slave with the bulging pussy lips.

'Of course,' Rachel said, climbing to his side. She knew his needs well enough so her hand didn't immediately reach for his flaccid length. Instead, she pressed her body close to his and stroked the smooth skin of his chest. Since returning to the house there hadn't been the opportunity to change out of her clothes and into her ermine robe and she relished the unfamiliar sensation of feeling his body through layers of fabric and the constraints of lingerie. Her stocking-clad thighs created a surreal frisson of electricity when she rubbed her legs against his and, although the clothes were restrictive, she found they added to her excitement.

After chasing circles around his nipples, teasing the tiny beads of flesh until they stood hard, she trailed her fingers slowly downward. Exploring the tight muscles of his six-pack, Rachel was pleased to see his spent length was already beginning to twitch. His stamina was legendary on the estate and his appetites bordered on the insatiable, yet it continually pleased her when she was able to coax the stiffness back into his limp length.

'There have been several changes here at the estate while you've been away,' he confided.

With her fingers reaching the thatch of curls at his groin, Rachel silently encouraged him to continue. She divided her concentration perfectly between listening to her master and teasing him to full hardness. Her small hand encircled his thickening girth and she lightly stroked back and forth.

He plucked open two buttons on her jacket and grinned at the revelation of her bra. Pulling one cup easily aside, exposing the pierced tip of her breast, he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive flesh until she shivered. The nipple remained pointing downward, because links from the chains threaded through her breast and clit rings were caught under the strap of the bra, but the discomfort all added to Rachel's enjoyment. She groaned softly to let him know she found his touch exciting.

'These last seven days have made for a week of great changes,' he started reflectively. 'So much has happened, and all of it so quickly, it's difficult to know where to begin.'

She glanced at him curiously, wondering if he was building to bad news. He was staring thoughtfully at her nipple as he teased the stiffening flesh and she worried that the lack of eye contact might portend bad news. Pulling his shaft to full hardness she voiced the only concern that truly worried her. 'Am I still your favourite?'

He laughed and placed a kiss against her cheek before snapping his fingers for the second pony girl. She responded immediately, kneeling at the foot of the bed with her buttocks thrust toward him. Her swollen pussy lips were slick with arousal and they silently beckoned to be used. As she waited for him to take her, she laid her reins neatly on the bed.

'I've been meaning to find out how these divine pussies feel compared to unmodified ones,' Master Vince confided. He was pulling himself away from Rachel and moving toward the pony girl. Unaware that he was doing it, he licked his lips.

Rachel stared at his naked behind, her stomach tightening in knots of consternation as she realised he hadn't answered her question. She wondered if his silence came from the fact that he was her master, and had no need to explain himself to a slave, or if the unthinkable had happened and he had found someone to replace her as his favourite. With growing anxiety she wanted to press him for an answer but, until he deigned to acknowledge her again, she knew she didn't dare.

'Christ! Yes!' he grunted, thrusting himself inside the pony girl. 'That really does feel good.'

The slave squealed as he penetrated her and Rachel arched her eyebrows in surprise. She could see Master Vince was tugging hard on the reins - forcing her bound breasts in opposite directions and straining hard on the bridle clips that adorned her swollen labia - but Rachel still didn't think she had ever heard a pony girl make any sound of complaint before. Startled from her worries about the master's affections, she watched more intently.

'I don't even have to tell you to squeeze, do I bitch,' he gasped, riding with deliberate urgency. His length pushed in and out, sliding effortlessly through her wetness. The fattened flesh of swollen labia gripped tight around him and Rachel could hear the thick squelch of every penetration. The pony girl made a small moan of protest in response to each thrust but it was only when the master pulled on the reins that her cries became properly audible. Not paying any attention to the slave's needs or complaints, Master Vince continued to use her.

'Jason said this type of pussy felt divine,' he grunted. 'And he wasn't kidding.' His sentences were spat in staccato bursts, secondary considerations to his breathless greed for the slave. 'She's going to squeeze the come out of me before I've had the chance to properly ride her.'

Mesmerised, Rachel could only watch her master enjoying the pony girl.

He pulled harder on the reins, forcing a startled grimace from his mount, before laughing happily. He was paying particular attention to the reins that controlled her labia, snatching the leather so it yanked and dragged at her delicate flesh. Before he had finished, the slave was shrieking for mercy and Rachel was aghast that any of the stable's pony girls could make such a cry.

Snatching the riding crop from the bed, he began to slap the slave's thighs and sides as he rode her more briskly. Rachel noticed that, although he was striking hard enough to leave blazing stripes on her skin, the pony girl accepted that punishment in customary silence. It was only when the master tugged on her reins that she shrieked for leniency. 'Squeeze your pussy muscles,' he demanded. 'Get your cunt to suck the come from my cock.'

Gritting her teeth with the effort, her neck muscles straining from exertion, the slave did as she was told. Rachel could see the consternation in the woman's face and envied her the torment she was suffering. She lay forgotten on the bed, wishing she could participate but knowing the master wouldn't approve of her unsolicited interaction. The thought of touching herself crossed her mind and she was even tempted to run the risk of suffering the punishment that would come if she were caught in the act of self-pleasure. But, not wanting to spoil her first day back with a reprimand, and not knowing where she currently stood in the master's favours, Rachel resisted the urge.

'God but that feels good,' he exclaimed. He pushed into the slave with one hard, final thrust and held himself there as the orgasm shot from his body. Dropping the crop to the floor, he used both hands to hold the reins and pulled as hard as he was able. The pony girl's spiralling shriek echoed from the walls of the bedchamber and rang shrilly in Rachel's ears.

Master Vince pushed the slave away and collapsed back next to Rachel. 'Go back to your damned stable,' he told the pony girl. 'Your moans and shrieks were unbecoming and, because of them, you don't merit a sugar lump.'

Crestfallen, and looking as though the refusal of a treat hurt more than any of the lashes she had just suffered, the pony girl slipped through the door and out of the bedchamber.