Blonde Fury II (20 page)

When it came to Brian and Martha’s turn, Brian turned politely to her to make the choice. She shrugged helplessly and provoked amused laughter by asking for one of each. The
Prince
was quite unfazed and would have ordered three for them but Brian stepped in.

“We need to be up and about early for the racing, so maybe you could force yourself to make a choice?”
he said with a smile.

Martha wrestled with her thoughts and finally the idea of the massive tits won out and she ordered a dairy slave.

When they entered their room they saw that on one wall, spread out in X configuration was the girl who had been trained to dispense sherry flavoured milk. She was a sturdy creature with shoulder length brown hair. Her large brown eyes were well suited to the mournful look of pleading that they often wore. As they entered
,
the girl was looking at them with just such a wide-eyed look of anxiety over her ball gag. He veined and massive tits dominated her chest and looked deliciously vulnerable and for once her cunt was wide open and available
, s
omething that Brian said was unusual
in a dairy slave
and it plainly intrigued him as he immediately plunged his fingers up into the girl and made her writhe in her bonds.

“
Is she
chipped?” Martha asked.

“I’d doubt it,” Brian replied, still working his fingers inside her. “But I wouldn’t worry. If she belongs to the
Prince
, she’ll have been well trained, wherever he got her from.

“So it’ll be safe to ungag her? I mean she won’t bite or be disobedient will she?”

Brian smiled and unbuckled the gag. “Understand English?”
he asked her.

The girl nodded nervously. “
Yes
,” she whispered
in a thick mid-European accent
.

“Good. Now what will happen to you if we tell the
Prince
you didn’t please us enough?”

She licked her lip nervously. “We get solitary,” she whispered again, her voice trembling with fear. She glanced down at her huge tits. “Hands chained up. Sometimes no milking…for days!”

“So you’re ours to do with as we please.”

The girl nodded eagerly.

“There!”
Brian
told Martha. “Let’s get stuck in!”

They shed what clothes they had retained from earlier and turned their attentions to their big breasted plaything. Taken down from the wall, Brian was able to ex
a
mine her from behind and liked what he saw. He was used to athletic girls but this one was kept on a special diet and not often exercised, the result was more flesh than he was used to on a fairly hefty frame. Her arse looked as though it could take plenty of flogging and her back was broad enough to make his fingers itch to lay into it. To begin with he took a heavy tailed flogger to her while she knelt on all fours beside the bed and licked Martha’s cunt. The evening had inflamed her beyond anything she had ever experienced and she gripped the girl’s hair and forced her tongue deep inside her, then drew her back to her clitoris while she exploded time and again, each climax over-topping the last, melting her brain and shattering her.

When she came to, she looked up to see Brian standing over the girl who was still on all fours by the bed, panting. He still held the whip.

“Turn over,” he told
Martha. She did so, grinning fro
m ear to ear as she realised what he intended and wriggling back so that her bottom was level with the edge. She looked over her shoulder and saw Brian holding a fistful of the girl’s hair and showing her the whip.

“Lick her out! Under
stand?”

Slowly the girl nodded and she crawled forwards as Brian raised the lash.

“Mmmm!” Martha couldn’t restrain the groan of contentment as the tongue began to explore her anus, jerking noticeably as the lash landed. And slowly as the beating grew more intense, the tongue began to give Martha one of the best rimmings she had
ever
had. It became passionate and uninhibited, rolling into a hard little tube and pushing through her sphincters to probe her rectum, then it licked all the way from the tingling anus to the throbbing vaginal entrance and back again, then it circled and circled the anus until Martha was squirming and swearing in approaching ecstasy before it pushed back inside her. And all the time, the steady, heavy smacks of the whip landing on the girl’s back went on and on. The licking became more and more frantic until finally Martha got one hand under her and managed to punish her clitoris enough to push her
to a peak and tumble
into orgasm again. When she propped herself up and rolled over, she found that Brian was still belabouring the girl who was still on all flours and stoically enduring the beating, her body shook from the ferocity of the blows and her huge tits wobbled under her each time. Martha immediately felt her libido re-ignite
as she watched the beating going on and on
.

Brian only stopped whipping the sla
ve when his arm was tired
.

“Let’s take her into bed,” Martha said.

“Fine. There’s enough of her for both of us. But I want to cunt whip it first.”

Martha pull
ed the milker up onto the bed and t
hey examined the state of the girl in the soft light of the dimmed overhead lights and found that she bore hardly any traces of the beating she had taken. Eagerly they
cuffed her ankles and
hauled her up by
them, using the winch mounted on the ceiling directly above the bed,
with her legs wide open and while Martha entertained herself by playing with the tits, Brian
amused himself
by lashing her open cunt. Again she made hardly any response except to moan at especially harsh squeezes on her tits. Martha bent down a little and sucked and squeezed at the huge mass of soft tit and got a mouthful of sherry flavoured milk, immediately the slave moaned
again
.

“I reckon the only way you’ll get a response is to whip the tits,” Martha said at last. The solid thighs and the thick lipped cunt had absorbed everything with virtual
ly no marks and Brian was becoming frustrated
. But he could see she was open and when he put his finger
s into her she took four
with no problem. He persisted for a minute, working his fingers inside her until she was squelching and then he withdrew his hand, pointed all four fingers and
thumb, then
thrust them down into her. He fetched a sigh from her and was soon able to
force
the
full width
of his hand into her and
make a fist
then draw it back to stretch the labia to their maximum extent. The stoical milk slave shook in her chains and gave a soft cry then subsided.

“I think that was an orgasm,” Martha said, laughing. “Come on, you need a fuck and then we both need to sleep. Let’s put her on her back. I’ll sit on her face and you fuck the other end.”

“Ok. I can whip its tits at the same time,” Brian said.

Without needing to be restrained the slave lay on her back, the massive tits flattening to the sides as she did so. The well-whipped and fisted cunt was open, the outer lip
s
just slightly red between chubby but hardly striped thighs, its clitoral hood was well withdrawn and the sizeable nubbin was standing to attention. Brian
found that
actually
he really
fancied thrusting himself into a larger than usual female with the
easy
targets of the tits to aim at while he fucked her.

He selected a short tailed flogger and knelt between the slave’s legs while Martha knelt over her face, her back towards him. She spread her legs wide, her shins keeping the slave’s arms pinned down and at the same time this pushed her groin down into the slave’s face. Brian waited until Martha’s sigh of contentment signalled that she had one entrance or other over the girl’s mouth – and in fact he could see the slave’s mouth working between Martha’s buttocks, the chin tilting up as she reached for maximum penetration. He moved forwards and heaved the heavy buttocks up until he could slip easily into her cunt whilst kneeling and then he began whipping the breasts, making sure not to get too close to Martha’s bottom. He had to strike sharply downwards to get between him and Martha but immediately there was a reaction
from the slave
. From between Martha’s buttocks there came muffled shrieks and the body underneath him heaved and writhed as the soft masses of flesh rippled and wobbled under his whip.

“Whoo Hoo!” Martha crowed. “Ride her cowboy! Oh Christ! Make her get that tongue up me, the fucking whore!”

Grinning and keeping one hand gripped in the slave’s buttocks to ensure she didn’t unseat him, he worked the whip steadily over the right and left breast, again and again. Presumably some milk was building up again since she had last been emptied because she was clearly very sensitive and gave excellent value, taking both of them for a long and energetic ride. Brian found her
roomy
inside and very comfortable
considering the
amount of vigorous movement she engaged in as her huge tits slowly became suffused with red and then began to show the purple stripes that betoken
ed
a good thrashing having been taken. However, Martha hadn’t come yet, although she was pushing herself down and grinding herself into the girl’s face, so he continued to make the slave work, lashing her with harsh, regular blows while she keened into Martha’s anus and arched her back up off the bed. Then he saw Martha thrust herself down brutally hard again and again and finally cry out as she slipped sideways. It was enough to
p
u
sh him to the point of no return
and he dropped the whip and held the slave’s hips with both hands as he pumped into her limp body and then withdrew.

They decided to lie
her across the head
of the bed and use her as a pillow
afterwards
. Martha wanted to nuzzle and stroke the huge tits all night and Brian was too tired to argue. They didn’t need to tie her but did
so
anyway and they both fell asleep
quickly
on the warm, yielding breasts and stomach.

The slave must have appreciated her treatment at their hands because she didn’t wake them before the alarm went off on Brian’s phone, even though her tits were tight and obviously full by that time in the morning
, but then again it might have been the prospect of a week in solitary that kept her quiet
. The stripes from their beating were still in evidence and Martha co
uldn’t resist palpating them
enough to get some squirts out of her but the sherry at that hour made her spit it out.

“Come on, let’s get some breakfast and then
we’re being picked up
for the Novices’ race,” Brian said as they left the room.

“Do we need to tell anyone we’ve finished with her?” Martha asked as they closed the bedroom door and made their way downstairs.

“No,
I expect
his Highness will have someone collect her in due course,” Brian said.

The Novice race was run before the heat of the day really got going and the guests were taken to their grandstand seats by car after breakfast. When they saw the standards of Bakhtar flying along the race course, they laughed in delight and Martha was glad she was wearing knickers that day because the sight made a hot tide of excitement flow in her belly.

The strange looking posts that they had seen the previous day were now occupied. Each post – one every twenty yards - bore a
naked
girl. She was tied with her arms raised and spread
to the ends of
the crossbar but her weight was taken by a rubber coated spar which stuck out at her crotch. Below that her legs were tied together and her feet
were
tied behind the upright. Each girl was lovingly inscribed with the shield of Bakhtar and they made a fine sight, living
, brightly coloured
banners lining the route. But as they watched it became clear that although there was no wind, the banners were moving. The girls’ stomachs were gently rippling as they moved their hips, pushing them forwards and then drawing them back. And as realisation dawned there was more laughter and admiration for the
Prince
. The spar that supported the girls’ weight had obviously been equipped with a dildo and they were masturbating on it, making the banners seem to move. Even as they arrived at the grandstand, Martha saw one girl arch her back and thrust vigorously at the dildo,
her stomach cramping and rippling the shield as she cried
out and then slump
ed
for a minute. She cast a look back as she followed Brian and smiled as she saw the girl’s head come up
again
and she began a slow grinding
movement
again.

It was going to be a long day for them.