On A Short Leash (16 page)

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Chrissie was in a state of nervous excitement as she saw the island again, memories flooding back into her mind, coupled with anticipation of what might be ahead.

She assumed she was being brought back for more filming, to feed the insatiable appetite of the porn industry.

With Anna out of the way, she’d watched Andy close the flat down for the rest of the summer, checking the electrical appliances, shutting some of the blinds.

Chrissie was naked under the three quarter length coat that she always wore outside. She reflected on the days when she used to go round the shops on a Saturday looking for new outfits. The fact that she didn’t miss having new clothes underlined the enormous change that had come about since first Andy and then Emma had taken her as a slave.

There was a wind blowing, a warm breeze really, that ruffled the waves into a hint of white horses.

Andy was steering the boat himself, the very same craft that had brought her to the island the first time when she was held captive (that was the truth of it) by Roy, Piers and Maurice.

As soon as they reached the little mooring place, Andy told Chrissie to remove the coat and walk naked up to the house.

Chrissie was pleased to be greeted by Mary, who was as warm and friendly as before and full of compliments about her looks and figure.

‘It’s so good to have you back, Chrissie, perhaps for a longer period this time?’

Chrissie looked towards Andy but his face was expressionless.

‘We’ll see,’ she said. ‘I’d like to stay.’

She drank Mary’s customary glass of cool lemonade and then followed Andy through the vast hall which looked much as before with its sets, gantries, scaffolds, batteries of lights and cameras with their covers on.

On her last visit, Chrissie had not been given the opportunity to see much of what was behind the studios and had never been as far as Andy was taking her.

Ahead she saw a number of men in brown coats and felt the little thrill she still experienced when she was naked and everyone else was dressed.

They seemed to be walking towards an area of wooden buildings and wire cages that looked to Chrissie like a place where animals might be kept.

When they turned off the path, she saw cages. They were not occupied by domestic or wild animals but by naked girls crawling about on all fours.

It was clear they were meant to be human canines because of the way they were behaving and because they wore studded collars and in some cases harnesses.

As they moved down the line, Chrissie was astonished to see that in one cage there was a girl connected up to a milking machine with two of the men in brown coats in attendance. Her mind raced with explanations for what she was seeing.

‘You’ve seen our breeding bitches,’ Andy said. ‘Now let’s see the dogs.’

Sure enough, the next few cages were occupied by young men, naked like the girls. Seeing her pass, some came to scrabble at the wire, getting up on their hind legs, panting and drooling. She saw a few had erections, but she wasn’t sure if that was because of her. She couldn’t tell if it was hunger or lust that drove them to rattle the wire netting; one actually whined exactly like a dog.

‘They smell your sex,’ said Andy, ending any uncertainty.

And then Chrissie saw her.

Emma, looking magnificent in her riding habit, striding towards them, tapping her boots with a riding crop.

Instantly, Chrissie performed her half-bow, half curtsey greeting.

Andy and Emma embraced and then Emma turned to look carefully at Chrissie.

‘How is our little red-haired bitch?’

‘Glad to be here, I think,’ said Andy. ‘If she had a tail, she’d be wagging it.’

‘She’ll introduce a nice colouring with her offspring. Her pups are bound to be ginger.’

Chrissie hated being called ginger and it was the first time Emma had referred to her that way. The shock of that was almost as great as the shock of hearing that she was to have ‘pups’. She was going to be mated with one of those caged boys!

Emma told her to get down on her hands and knees.

‘The sooner you get into practice, the better,’ she told her.

Chrissie obeyed.

‘Leave her with me,’ she said to Andy. ‘I’ll choose a nice collar and take her for a walk. Have you allocated a cage?’

‘I thought she could share with Susannah, at least to begin with.’

‘Good idea. They’re both about the same age.’

Emma told Chrissie to follow her and marched off at a pace Chrissie found difficult to maintain. Her knees hurt on the gravel pathway and she lagged behind.

Emma came back and whipped her flanks with the crop.

‘Get a move on, Fat Arse!’ she said. ‘I can’t be waiting all day. You’re as idle as you ever were!’

They came to a wooden chalet type of building which Emma appeared to have as her office; there was a desk bearing a computer and glass fronted bookcases containing bundles of papers and box files. There were also stacks of collars, leads and other doggie accessories.

Emma selected a chrome studded collar and put it round Chrissie’s neck, pulling it tight.

‘Walkies,’ she said.

Emma took Chrissie over fields away from the cluster of buildings toward a copse, striding out and swinging the crop at her side. She carried a leash but had not attached it to Chrissie’s collar.

‘You can run free here and get some exercise. Get some weight off that fat backside of yours.’

Chrissie did her best to keep up, but found it difficult to crawl at speed. If she fell back, Emma was waiting for her to catch up and used the crop vigorously on her back or bottom.

When they reached the copse, Emma put her on the lead and pulled her to a part that was hidden by holly bushes and trees.

‘On your back,’ she ordered. ‘You can perform for me like you did in Andy’s flat.’

Chrissie watched Emma take off her boots, then her breeches and panties. She lowered her shapely bottom onto Chrissie’s face, looking towards her feet and let the crop just dangle over her body.

Chrissie was overjoyed to taste her mistress again and lapped her pussy enthusiastically.

But she soon felt a stinging sensation across her belly as Emma leaned forward and applied the whip. Worse was to come.

Emma ordered her to open her legs wide and when Chrissie obeyed, she brought the crop down between her thighs to strike her pussy. Chrissie was reminded of how Brian had tortured Anna in the same manner.

She allowed a scream to escape her lips which made Emma angry.

‘Keep your mouth shut, bitch! I don’t want anyone to know we’re here.’

Chrissie tried to moderate the volume of her cries and the sound was muffled by Emma’s pressing cheeks but she couldn’t stop herself completely as the pain was so severe; she’d never had her labia whipped before and she was in agony. But at least she was the centre of Emma’s attention once again.

She had to try to absorb the pain and keep working with her tongue. She had to please Emma, which was her whole purpose. She longed for a word of praise, a pat on the head, some gesture of recognition but all she got was pain and more pain. That was Emma’s way. If she wanted to be Emma’s special girl, she had to endure it. She would need to start thinking of herself as Emma’s bitch because that was what her mistress wanted and her desires should never be thwarted. Emma was a beautiful and superior woman who should have whatever she wanted.

She believed Emma shouldn’t be judged by the standards used for ordinary mortals. In her eyes, Emma was a goddess.

Chrissie knew her sex lips were bruised and swollen and they would look purple to Emma from her position, throned on Chrissie’s face.

The burning sensation was gradually giving way to a kind of bitter sweet pleasure and Chrissie began to wriggle and writhe as the loop at the end of the crop caressed her. The weapon was beginning to pleasure her and make her juicier; it was a cruel kind of masturbation.

She wanted to make Emma’s sex sing in the same way so she licked and slurped and sucked for all she was worth, then made her tongue rigid like a little cock. Emma’s juice was flowing over her face and the taste and smell intoxicated her. The quim juice of all women might taste similar but each was subtly different too; if there were flavours then Emma’s was the most delectable.

When Emma’s orgasm was over and she raised herself, drips fell on Chrissie’s face, stinging her eyes. When the riding crop was motionless, her own gathering climax was curtailed but she had to accept that Emma’s needs were paramount.

She watched Emma get dressed again. She tried rubbing herself against Emma’s leg like the faithful, affectionate poodle she was, but received a blow from the crop for her pains.

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Chrissie and Susannah shared a cage and found they shared much more. Unknown to each other, they had each developed feelings for Emma and Andy to the point where they were obsessed.

Susannah described what had happened at Septimus Grey Academy and Chrissie spoke of her first visit to the island, her incarceration in Andy’s flat and her adventures when she was hired out as a skivvy slave.

They spoke to each other about the feelings of respect, admiration, no,
adoration
they felt for their master and mistress and both found it a solace to be able to talk to the other endlessly on the subject.

Living together so intimately, the girls developed a deep friendship; they were rivals but it didn’t sour their relationship.

They coached each other in how to behave like a dog, improving on the way they walked round the cage and learning to communicate without using language.

Susannah pulled Emma in the dog cart racing and, if she was allowed to watch, Chrissie was always there, cheering her on.

The island was the venue for the big autumn show, the climax of the season. Susannah and Rex had been practising hard for weeks to give Emma the best chance of carrying off the carting trophy.

Both girls were groomed for the beauty parade. Chrissie’s hair was still cropped short but Susannah’s golden hair had grown back to a length that pleased her.

Chrissie knew just how good they looked as they stepped out into the ring with Emma in her red corset, knew it before they heard the applause from the crowd but it was a reception that gave them added confidence. There wasn’t an owner or trainer to come close to Emma either in looks or in presentation.

There was pressure on them after the first stages because they were joint favourites in the betting and Chrissie could tell how nervous Susannah was before she was yoked with Rex. Her naked body glistened with sweat

Like all the other spectators, Chrissie was caught up in the excitement of the race once it began; there seemed to be only two carts with a realistic chance of winning and she found herself willing Emma on against what looked like a formidable rival.

She gasped at one point when she thought the two carts were going to collide.

There seemed to be roughly equal numbers of spectators supporting Emma and the big woman driving the other cart. It looked like the classic battle between good and evil because Emma’s attractive appearance was in contrast to the cruel, ruthless look of the other driver.

Chrissie found herself jumping up and down as the two carts hit the home straight almost neck and neck.

The rest of the crowd cheered on their favourite team as they headed for the finishing line. Chrissie wondered if the big woman would cheat in some way; she looked capable of using any tactic to win.

The carts thundered along at a breakneck speed, their wheels lifted off the ground when they encountered bumps in the track.

Through clouds of dust, Chrissie was just able to see Emma cross the finishing line with only inches between the two carts. She’d won!

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When it came to the time, Susannah was glad to be mated with Rex.

Chrissie felt she was even luckier because Emma gave permission to Andy to father her child.

Both babies were girls which pleased everyone.

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