"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.
And, to be quite honest, most of the executives had found Wellington's procedure more than a little bit interesting. They enjoyed the fucking hell out of it, in fact.
It had become a challenge to bring the most beautiful young girl to the party, to bring the young woman who would perform the most outrageous acts.
And much to the men's surprise, it had become a relatively easy matter to obtain the ladies. A startling number of young women, in these newly liberated times, were as confused as the men over their new roles in society. They longed, if only subconsciously, to return to those simpler, more fundamental days when a man was a man and a woman knew her place beside him, or at his heels.
Or under them.
Jim had never expected to find such a woman in his own fiance. But Janice had come along very swiftly, from that first evening Jim had suggested a sexy little bondage game to enhance their fucking.
And Janice had gone absolutely wild. Her arms were twisted under her writhing body, bound tightly together at her wrists and pulled almost together at her elbows. She was whimpering and moaning in wild abandon as Jim fucked in and out of her gushing twat hole, filling her womb so full of spunk that it literally splashed back out of her cunt hole with each hard thrust of his cock.
Since then they had delved deeper and deeper into their game, finding it to be an excellent outlet for their basic confusion and his frustration on the job.
Dan had found pretty much the same thing to be true of his girl, Patty. Petite and dark, little Patty was the perfect ponygirl, docile beyond belief. Don had already asked her to marry him, and to his utter delight, Patty had accepted.
Jim and Janice had been engaged for several months.
John Wellington slapped Jenny's face hard, sending her reeling backward onto the king-sized bed. She bounced, then threw herself over onto her tummy as she scrambled away from the man. Her knees dug into the mattress in her mad rush to heave herself across the bed.