'Move, damn you!' Jim commanded.
The riding crop slashed across her upper arm, stunning the young woman with surprise. She had expected another sting on her ass or thighs. But this one, striking her arm through the material of the sleeves, stung so much worse for being a surprise.
She groaned and threw both hands forward. Her left palm jammed down on a sharp corner of rock. She stumbled, falling over onto her side.
'Get up,' he barked.
Slowly, sniffling, Jan got back onto her hands and knees. She began moving forward again, taking the necessary short little steps with her cuffed hands and feet.
'Steps just ahead,' Jim warned her.
Jan moved hesitantly. She reached forward gingerly with both hands to find the front of the bottom step. She placed both hands on the step and sighed with relief.
Thank God that trip over the gravel was finished, she thought. Jan prayed that Jim wouldn't keep her bound all night, and make her go back to the car the same way they had come to the house at the end of all this.
She climbed the steps on her hands and knees. Jim didn't whip her once during the whole climb, but she could feel the tip of the crop rubbing up under her body against her cunt, trying to work the panties between her pussy lips.
It felt kind of nice, in a very kinky way.
She took every small opportunity to press her cunt back onto the firm whip, thrilling to the electric jolt that shot through her when she succeeded in rubbing her swollen clit against it.
'Stop.'
She stopped. She listened to the distant muffled sound of a beautifully tuned door chime when Jim pressed the button. After a fairly long wait, the door swung slowly open.
'Good evening, sir,' a husky voice said.
It sent shivers of anticipation through Jan's body. This was it! Once inside this house, she was lost to the real world forever. Here, there would be only Jim's friends – people she had never met, and probably never would meet and know them.
'Good evening, Jenkins,' Jim said formally.
A slight tap of the whip told Janice that she was supposed to move forward into the hallway. She did so, completely embarrassed in her knowledge that some other man was seeing her like this. She felt totally humiliated.
But her cunt was on fire, and her nipples were swollen so fucking big and hard that they felt like they were about to explode, like over ripe tomatoes suddenly squeezed too hard.
She felt a tug on the collar around her slender throat and halted.
'Are we the first to arrive, Jenkins?'
'Second, sir,' the butler replied.
Jan heard a sharp click as a pair of heavy doors were opened, then pushed inward. A tug on her collar made her move forward into the room.
'Ah, Jim,' a cheery voice called from across the room.
Jan could hear the friendly roar of a hearty fire in the fireplace, and the room was pleasantly warm. She could sense the muffling effect of heavy drapes. The carpet under her hands and knees was thick and soft, and a great pleasure to crawl on after the painful trip across the rough stones of the driveway.
'Hello, Don. I see you've brought your little pony.'
'Obedient little beast she is, too. But you'll see, later. And this must be your dog.' Jan winced and grunted as the collar suddenly tightened about her throat. She was lifted up off her hands by a sharp yank, then dropped back down onto them.
Her throat throbbed at the rough treatment. 'Yes, a slim little bitch. Not broken – yet.' Jan was worried. Why all of this phoniness in the men's speech? What kind of game were they playing among themselves? And what did they mean by a 'pony'?
'Harry said he was bringing a rider, didn't he?'
'Yes, but you know Harry,' the cheery voice laughed.
Jim laughed too, and Jan felt the tugging again. She followed him where he led.
She felt her future husband kneel beside her. She expected a comforting whisper, but instead she felt Jim tying the dog chain around the leg of a chair. He pulled the chain up short so that Jan was forced to remain there with her face close to the floor.
She sighed as she felt him stand up and walk away.
She was going to be here, crouching like this, for quite a while, she guessed. No use making myself even more uncomfortable, she thought.
She slipped over onto her side and curled up, just like the good little doggie she was.
Jim and Don walked over to the ponygirl. She was a beautiful young brunette with a long flowing mane of thick, soft hair. Her back was bare between her shoulder blades, but down over the small of her back a delicate English riding saddle had been strapped very tightly. Her ass curved upward and her perfectly formed ass cheeks thrust high and naked, the crack between them deep and tight.
She was hobbled in much the same manner as Janice. Her wrists were cuffed together, and so were her slim ankles. She wore high-heeled black shoes though, and a pair of black stockings. The garter belt was actually part of the strap for the saddle around her trim waist, and her bare ass was in stark white contrast to the surrounding black of her stockings and saddle.
Her mouth had been fitted with a bit and reins, and the long thin straps of the reins hung downward in a graceful curve, one on either side of the young woman's lovely face, and then curved back upward, where they were wrapped together around the pommel of the saddle.
'She's ready for breaking, Jim. A sturdy young filly, with an obstinate streak in her a mile long. Should be quite an evening.'
'Yes. I've brought along my pet, and she hasn't been house broken, as I said. We'll have to teach her the proper techniques, I guess,' Jim said, slapping the riding crop lightly against his leg.
'Here, let me see that whip, Jim,' Don said, holding out his hand.
Jim let him take it, then stepped back and enjoyed the brief scene. Don, without giving any real warning to his ponygirl, suddenly slashed the firm crop downward across her bare ass checks.
The girl screamed into her gagging bit and lurched forward, jerking her wrists painfully against the cold steel of the handcuffs. Her ass wiggled wildly as the burning pain worked deep into hr ass. Both men enjoyed the spectacle of the wiggling young ass and the rapidly swelling welt, growing fat and bright red against her smooth checks.
She fought the stinging pain quickly, and tightened herself into her motionless pony post. Her ass cheeks quivered briefly as she awaited the next blow.
But Don handed the crop back to Jim.
'Nice,' was all he said.
The two men walked over to the comfortable chairs next to the fireplace and sat down. They admired the two young women. Jan was resting on her side as best she could, with the dog chain tied to the leg of a very solid old chair. And Patty, Don's ponygirl, crouched on her hands and knees, saddled and ready. She wore a pair of blinders that cut off all sight.
She was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, very slightly.
'Keep still, Patty,' Don ordered.
Patty froze.
Jim smiled at Don in appreciation. Don waved a hand casually. Both men relaxed and waited for the rest of the company to arrive.
It was time for the annual party. No one had ever given it a proper name. The men involved brought their dates and performed them, rather like animals in a show, for their company's founder and chairman of the board, John Wellington.
Wellington used the small circus to weed out his executives. Any man with insufficient willpower to talk a young lady into performing at the party was not the kind of material John Wellington wanted on his team.
