Chapter 19 The two submissive at the castle (continued)

 Lalielou, feeling me tense, followed my gaze. They were there, both wearing riding boots. They were looking at us, the whip in their hands furiously whipping the leather of their boots.

 We were petrified. Who was this strange character next to Monsieur le Marquis?

 Not daring to move anymore, we stayed huddled in each other's arms, waiting for the worst, giving each other strength and courage. I felt Lalielou trembling against me and I did the same. I was still short of breath from my recent pleasure!

 - Look at these female dogs in heat who wallow in debauchery, Count of St Vadier, look at these indecent females. I must return them to their Masters, worthy of the name "submissive" that they bear! Will I succeed in such a short time? lamented the Marquis.

 We only have to leave them for a moment and they'll take advantage of it to give themselves pleasure without having been authorized to do so, but what am I going to do with you? Do you have any ideas, my dear neighbor? asked the Marquis, turning towards the stranger.

 I looked at him too. Tall, he seemed immense to me from where I was standing. His gaze was cold, he had small, inquisitive eyes, a greedy mouth, the hand that held the riding crop was large, nervous, almost impatient to get into action.

 Our eyes met. I immediately lowered my eyes, so much did the intensity of his frighten me, with a visceral fear.

 One could see all the perversity of the male accustomed to punishing, constraining, repressing, and being obeyed immediately.

 They looked at each other, joyful accomplices in the good opportunity we were offering them, as if they needed some kind of alibis to satisfy their perverse fantasies. They were already enjoying the punishment they were going to inflict on us. But the Marquis wanted, from that moment on, to take advantage of the situation.

 - Come on, dear Conte, we are not going to spoil this wonderful spectacle that they have offered us, on the contrary, we must take advantage of every opportunity as soon as it presents itself!

 Since they are ready to receive, let us give them something to fill this void that they seem to have.

 .

 What do you mean, the "wonderful spectacle"! So they had been spying on us. How long had they been there?

 What had they seen of our antics? I hardly had time to ask myself any more questions. They crossed the distance that separated us from them in less time than it takes to say it. We pressed even closer, trying to comfort each other and draw from each other the strength we lacked for what was inevitably going to happen next.

 We tried, by retreating, to delay the final moment. The Marquis arrived with a determined step. towards us.

 He grabbed Lalielou's hand. He laughed at the marks my nails had left on his shoulders during our embrace.

 - But what kind of fury could have done this to you? he asked, looking at me. We're going to have to clip his claws!

 Lalielou stood up, fearful. I remained on the ground, trembling. The Marquis's "neighbor" was heading towards me. I didn't expect him and stood up before he was even at my height.

 - I think I've found the culprit, he said laughing, what are we going to do with these two, dear Marquis?

 - since they are in a state to receive, we will therefore take advantage of that, come here little lustful female dogs.

 They made us kneel in the middle of the "bathroom" side by side. They stood in front of us. We immediately squeezed what they wanted. They spread our legs slightly. I raised my hands towards the trousers of the Marquis's friend to extract a penis which, given the bulge appearing under the fly, must already be of a good size.

 He slapped me so hard that I was thrown to the ground. I sat up, rubbing my cheek. I looked at him without understanding,

 - You will do this without your hands, put them behind your back! he said, taking out his own penis.

 He was already hard. I raised my head to grab him with my mouth. Once again he slapped me and ordered me:

 - gently little bitch, take your time to get to know her, kiss her, cuddle her, you'll see she loves it!

 The Marquis, finding the idea a good one, ordered Lalielou to do the same.

 So we crossed our hands behind our backs and began to "get to know" the sexes that were presented to us. I gently kissed the Count's. I licked it with small, quick, sharp licks. Then I kissed it again. I went up the entire length of the shaft with my tongue spread out wide to cover it as much as possible. When I reached the top, I kissed the place where the penis attaches to the pubis, just in the small fold that forms there. I stuck out my tongue without removing my mouth. I teased it and slowly went back down the length of the penis.

 It was beginning to take on a beautiful amplitude. I went down like this to the base of the glans. There again I went around it with my tongue, insisting on the frenulum as if I wanted to pass it through. I continued like this until the meatus where a drop was pearling that I sucked. Then I made the tip of my tongue enter this small hole so soft trying to enter the maximum. But without hands to hold the penis, it eluded my caresses and I let go of it, I had not yet had time to take it back in my mouth that the count grabbed me by the hair with both hands and said to me:

 - open! which I did, not without some fear.

 The tail was long but, also, and above all, very thick. So I opened my mouth as much as I could, waiting for him to enter. When he saw that I was ready he approached me, placed his cock on my lips and waited, watching and enjoying the spectacle that I offered, and, without prevent, and in one movement, pushed on my head with incredible force and propelled his pelvis against my mouth.

 He pushed his penis in at once. I felt his glans hit my glottis, reach my tonsils, then force its way through, until my spread mouth came to hit his pubis.

 I didn't even have time to be afraid. He found himself at the bottom of my throat, without having prepared me for it. I cried hot tears without being able to express the horror I felt. I felt raped by the mouth. Impaled by this enormous cock, my body revolted against such an insertion.

 But the Count didn't care. He immediately began a hellish piston movement. I tried to push him away with my hands, I cried, couldn't breathe, I was shaken by convulsions of repulsion. He clung to my head, moving his penis back and forth, then pulling it out just enough to feel his glans pass the ring of my tonsils and then go back in immediately.

 I was struggling. I was scared. I was going to die of suffocation from this penis torturing my throat.

 Then, just when I thought I was going to collapse, he pulled away. I took a deep breath. Crying, hiccuping, coughing all at once. I punched his stomach with my fists, hatred in my eyes and rage in my heart.

 He took my hands forcing me to stop hitting him.

 He laughed at my helplessness!

 - Ah, how I love them when they rebel like that, you're right Marquis, at least this one will give me pleasure,

 - NEVER him, I yelled

 - Ah ah I like her, could I borrow Marquis from you again?

 - I'm sorry, dear Conte, she's not part of my harem. Her Master entrusted her to me as an intern so that I could "train" her.

 - What a great deal! Can I help you with that?

 I looked at the Marquis, who had thrown his head back, savoring the caresses that Lalielou applied to him. I expected the worst, fearing that, being too disobedient, he would prefer to entrust me to the Count.

 - why don't you stay until tonight, so you can enjoy it all day?

 - Oh no, please... Mr. Marquis, I begged him just before the Count took my head back.

 - and this time without hands he told me with a carnivorous smile.

 I put my hands behind my back. A mad terror assailed me when he put his hands behind my head. I cried long before he put his cock in my mouth again. But this time he was gentler.

 And I understood that the proposal of Monsieur le Marquis was for much in the relative gentleness with which he performed fellatio. He even let me do as I wished.

 As I was afraid that he would start again, I applied myself to satisfying him as best I could, taking his cock deep into my throat, which he apparently loved. The two friends matched their back and forth to the same rhythm and soon Lalielou and I had our cocks deep in our throats at the same time. They moved back together and we could breathe at the same time!

 Soon, imperceptibly, the rhythm accelerated and just at the moment when I felt the rod of the Count swelled in my mouth, the Marquis stopped at the bottom of Lalielou's throat and said out of the blue:

 - what if we changed our mouths to change our pleasure?

 - Excellent idea! My dear Marquis, it's really an excellent idea! Don't move, he said to me! He made another deep back and forth that brought tears to my eyes and they changed places.

 I glanced quickly at Lalielou. She had anguish in her eyes, but smiled at me anyway, seeming to say:

 - Courage, my sister, I gave her a shy smile,

 I lowered my head so that she would not see my tears. I would have loved so much at that moment to take her in my arms and return the caresses she had given me, to give her all the love I felt inside me.

 But the Marquis had arrived in her place. He cupped my face in one hand, forcing me to lift my head and look at him.

 He crushed a tear with his thumb, making me open my mouth by gently pressing on it. I almost felt the gentleness in his gestures. I looked at him, trying to read the look he was giving me on my knees, at his feet.

 - he gently told me, get to know her , If you know how to be nice, she will be too.

 I looked at his penis swollen with the excitement that Lalielou's caresses had given him.

 She stood up proud and arrogant as I took care of her. It was less thick than the one that had violated my throat but much longer. I shuddered, but a certain excitement overcame me when I began to kiss it, to suck it, to lick it along its entire length until reaching the Marquis's pubis. I went back down, and not wanting to wait any longer, I entered it. I appreciated its softness, the delicate finesse of the skin. I turned my tongue around the bulge of the glans, brought it out and tickled the meatus, moving the tip of my tongue in and out. I licked it and recovered the pearl that formed there. I took it on my tongue and swallowed it greedily.

 I took back the rod from Monsieur the Marquis. He didn't impose anything on me, letting me do as I pleased.

 I took advantage of this and slowly, gently, so that he could feel the narrow passage of the tonsils, opening my mouth as wide as I could, I pushed my head down to his pubis. The passage was easier, but longer. I felt his penis pass my uvula, my tonsils and plunge down my throat. I left it there. I held my mouth against him as long as possible. I pulled back to breathe and started again. I was getting more and more used to his passage. My body accepted without too much difficulty what I was imposing on it.

 The Marquis began a movement, at first modeled on mine, but soon he accelerated the pace.

 He had wide, deep movements, enjoying my whole mouth and going as far as he could down my throat.

 Then he increased the movement. I was preparing myself to receive his pleasure.

 He took my head in his hands, looked at me as if to ask for agreement, and powerfully, propelled his stomach against my mouth, his hands tightened on my head and held me pressed against him.

 I felt his cock swell with excitement and the passage was difficult, but pushed by the spasms of the Marquis's pleasure it poured in powerful jets directly into my throat. He remained at the bottom for a moment until the jolts stopped. I was beginning to run out of air and pushed my head against his hands in search of a gulp of air.

 He moved back a little without leaving my mouth, he remained, placed, on my tongue:

 - Clean it now! Which I set about doing. I sucked up the last drops of sperm that were still in his penis, enjoying the slightly acrid taste. It retained its size, refusing to lose its splendor. I cleaned it for as long as he deemed necessary, sucking it, licking it.

 I was very keen to put my hands on it, but of course I didn't, just kissing it several times. The Marquis stepped back and adjusted himself. He caressed my cheek, went down to my sex. He ran a hand over my lips, they were full, my sex was leaking on its own.

 He pinched my clitoris which made me moan and arch towards his hand:

 - stay on your knees while I discuss with my friend the next steps and decide on the punishment for your unspeakable behavior. What's more, I heard you say NO, that's a word you shouldn't say, you know that, don't you?

 Oh yes I knew it, it had been a month since my Master had forbidden me several words and this was one of them.

 So I stayed there on my knees. I lowered my head, not daring to look towards Lalielou. The Conte had not yet come and I felt the pain she must have had to keep this enormous cock in her mouth. Then I heard the Conte groan, moan and contract, a few gurgles reached me. Lalielou also had to clean the rod that had just poured into her throat.

 ,

 He readjusted himself and without a gesture, without a glance, left the room, picking up his riding crop before leaving.

 The Marquis looked at us for a long time, turned around us, came back to stand in front of us.

 We :

 - I don't want you to move, I demand that you stay on your knees until someone comes to get you when we have decided your fate. He went out after his friend. The sound of their boots quickly faded, leaving us alone on our knees.

 I looked towards Lalielou, she was crying silently.

 - Lali? Lali, I love you.....

 She turned to me and looked at me, giving me a tiny smile.

 - what are they going to do to us?

 - I don't know, but Monsieur le Marquis's friend terrifies me! If I could have, I would have killed him right now! I thought I was going to die, he's a sadist!

 - Don't say that, Marie, we might be heard!

 - I don't care, I think so!

 Then we both fell into an anguished silence, kneeling there, unsure what would happen to us.

 Suddenly, footsteps crunched on the gravel in the alley. We were tense as to who would appear. It was the Marquis who entered the room first, but he was followed by the Count, Walter, and the cook with the sadistic eyes. They all stood in front of us against the wall, watching us. I didn't dare look up.

 - Which one of you encouraged the other to caress you this morning? asked the Marquis. I said nothing and lowered my head even more.

 - Who started it?! he yelled, taking a step towards us.

 - It's... it's me, Monsieur le Marquis, Lalielou whispered, it's me who started, Marie didn't want to.

 - Well, Walter, take her to the pillory. She will remain there as long as the Count and I are absent; we have to deal with the other female! I cast a lost glance towards the Marquis.

 - No, not him! Mr. Marquis, punish me, I will accept everything, I will do everything you desire, but not him, please! I threw myself at his feet, wrapping my arms around his legs, I cried, begged him... but he wouldn't listen.

 - I'll do with you what I want, and for the moment what I want is to lend you to Monsieur le Comte.

 Moreover, he brought me a whole mare's harness that I intend to try out right away with his help!

 The Count smiled perversely with all his teeth. He would be able to do with me whatever he wanted while Monsieur went out for a ride with his mare. He wouldn't be there if something serious happened to me. He was abandoning me to this sadist who was already gloating about it. I expected to see him drooling, the lust shining in his eyes.

 I turned back to the Marquis, but he was already signaling to Walter to take him away. The pillory, I shuddered. What was this new torture?

 - Marquis, before going to the stables, could we not attend the installation of the female dog on her pillory, I really enjoy this kind of spectacle! I see how you know how to calm the heat of a lustful female dog! said the count

 "But of course, let's follow them," he replied, tying my hands behind my back with a leather strap he took from his pocket. He took another and held it out to Walter, asking him to do the same with Lalielou, which he did with an eagerness and mastery of knots that did not bode well for her.

 Walter then took the leash hanging from his neck and forced him to follow him. The Marquis grabbed mine, and I stood up, head bowed but rage in my body. We left through the door they had all entered.

 The gravel path bruised the soles of my feet, and I slowed my pace.

 The Marquis turned around and looked at me angrily, pulling the leash so hard that he made me stumble and I fell full length and with all my weight onto the gravel, which bruised my whole side.

 With my hands tied, I hadn't been able to break my fall and my head also hit the gravel. I saw thirty- six candles. The Marquis approached me and helped me up by putting a hand under my arm:

 - So be careful, female, or you'll get the whip again.

 I looked at him, shook my head, and tried to stand right behind him. We arrived at the front steps we had crossed with such hope...

 Walter, who was in front with Lalielou, opened the door and entered the grand entrance. The Marquis stepped aside to let the Count enter first. He tugged on my leash, pulling me towards him, leaned towards me and whispered in my ear:

 - Whatever happens, I don't want to hear a single word, not a single sound, come out of your mouth, do you understand? he asked me coldly, looking deep into my eyes.

 - Yes, Mr. Marquis, I understand.

 - Well, I don't have to tell you again, come in!

 He pulled me along and I entered the castle behind him. Once again I was amazed by the splendor of the residence.

 Everything was beautiful, without ostentation, but yet with great refinement. I hardly had time to admire the canvases, the gilding of the paintings, the finesse of the sculptures, the beauty of the furniture or the thickness of the carpets. We only crossed this room. Walter led us back to the spiral staircase that I recognized immediately and my heart and my body shuddered at the memory of the whip that had danced over my body.

 We arrived as Walter was heading towards a strange sort of trestle with two planks placed in a circumflex accent. Lalielou made a gesture of recoil when she saw that this was where Walter was taking her.

 The Marquis made me kneel at his feet after sitting down near the Count in one of the armchairs in the small drawing room of the Red Room and asked his cook:

 - Marie! Please pour us a cognac and bring us the box of cigars.

 Walter turned to the Marquis as if to ask for a silent agreement. The Marquis lowered his head and nonchalantly stroked my hair, as one might stroke a dog that has just lain down at one's feet.

 Walter grabbed Lalielou, lifted her up, untied her arms, and put her hands through strange handcuffs. She could squeeze a small handle that he closed firmly around her wrists.

 He wanted to put a gag in her mouth but Lalielou turned her head in all directions trying to escape it. He slapped her hard. I saw in her eyes that she was completely dizzy. He took the opportunity to make her open her mouth and slip in a huge rubber ball with a tie through it that he attached behind her head.

 Walter then activated a control. A pulley slowly descended from the ceiling with a rattle of chains. Lalielou looked up and watched it hover above her.

 Walter took his hands and attached the ring of the handcuffs to the hook of the pulley. He pressed another button and the pulley rose. Lalielou's arms rose. She was soon on tiptoe. One more press and she was suspended in the air by her hands. Her feet no longer touching the ground, she slowly spun around.

 "Wait a minute, Walter!" the Marquis asked, getting up and, grabbing his riding crop, heading towards Lalielou.

 Fear could be seen in his eyes.

 - I must punish you for what you did this morning. He began by giving her small strokes with the riding crop.

 He kept his hand soft and the blows did not seem powerful, just quick. Walter turned her slowly so that each part of her body thus offered had its share. Gradually, one could see her skin change color and take on a pink, then red tint. Lalielou was taking a beating from which she could do nothing to escape. She continued to turn.

 She shook her head in a helpless and mute no. One could only hear her moaning. She was sweating. She was crying. The blows continued to fall on her back, on her buttocks, on her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs and sometimes even on her sex, according to the desire of the Marquis and for the sadistic pleasure of the Count who missed nothing of the spectacle and savored it with delight.

 The Count asked Walter to hold one of Lalielou's legs while he took hold of the other and spread them together, opening her sex and making it easier to thrust. The Marquis immediately aimed at this exposed sex and struck it several times. Lalielou writhed between her bonds and the hands of Walter and the Count. But he continued for a long time to strike her right there, relentlessly and methodically. The Marquis stopped for a moment and slipped a hand between Lalielou's legs.

 - She's soaked, he laughed! He put one finger, then two, then three into her vagina, which opened by itself under the caress. The Marquis came back and pinched the swollen clitoris.

 Lalielou jumped. The Count wanted to see too and put his four fingers inside Lalielou's sex. She froze, but half of the Count's hand was already inside and viciously filling her. He pulled it out completely and pushed it back in. He made several back-and-forth movements, pushing his hand further and further. Lalielou's complaints gradually turned into moans.

 - That's good, said the Marquis, she's ready, bring her up Walter and make her comfortable, he asked him smiling.

 Walter took over the control and pressed the button, making Lalielou rise. When she was high enough, he gave her a slight push and the pulley pivoted, taking her right over the strange trestle. He pressed another button and she began to descend. She closed her legs and placed her feet on the trestle to try to avoid the inevitable. The Marquis and the Count positioned themselves on either side of her, each grabbing one of her legs. Walter lowered her slowly while the two men held her legs open over the trestle. She descended like this until her sex rested on the boards at an angle. Just before she was set down, the Count and the Marquis spread her sex. Walter finished lowering her.

 Lalielou felt as if her sex were splitting in two.

 The pain shot through her from side to side and exploded in her brain in thousands of dazzling flashes, plunging her into a trance- like state, where only her tortured sex existed.

 She was now resting entirely on her open sex, crushed by her own weight.

 Lalielou held on to her wrists, pulling on them to relieve herself. She pressed her feet on either side to lift herself a little, but Walter went around the easel, grabbed one of her legs, put a leather strap on it with a carabiner, and did the same with the other foot.

 Then he took a metal bar from a rack and, passing under the trestle, he attached it to the carabiners. Lalielou found herself with her legs spread as wide as possible. Her sex was entirely placed on the angle formed by the planks, and even though the edge had been rounded, it bruised her labia and clitoris. She held onto the handles in her hands, but she knew that if she stayed there for a long time, she wouldn't have the strength to hold on like that for long.

 The Marquis, satisfied, returned to his seat. The Count did the same, and they finished their Cognac while watching poor Lalielou squirm on the easel. After a while, growing tired, the Count asked:

 - what if we left it there and went to try the equipment I brought you this morning, dear neighbor?

 - Excellent idea, let's stretch our legs by taking a pleasant walk, Marie, I will ask you to stay here until we return. (and looking at me) Walter take that female there to the stables, put her in a stall, we'll be right there, replied the Marquis, handing him my leash.

 - Well, Mr. Marquis, come on, come this way, he said to me, taking the leash. I followed him, worried.

 We went back down and crossed the great hall again. Walter turned me left and guided me toward the stables, which could be seen as soon as we walked around the castle. The gravel path had given way to a softer dirt track beneath my feet. The scent reached me long before we even crossed the stable gate. When we entered, the darkness surprised me. Walter headed toward an empty stall. He attached my leash to a ring attached to a manger, but he didn't untie my hands:

 - Rest, he advised me, you'll need it! Ha! Ha! And he went out, leaving me there, alone in a hair stall, in the Marquis's stables. My eyes were getting used to the dim light. I could finally look at what was around me.

 There were several horses there. They were magnificent, purebred, and must have been the envy of the greatest breeders. They were asleep, standing up. My arrival must have disturbed some of them because they turned their heads toward me and seemed to be asking what I was doing there. I would have been hard-pressed to answer them, not knowing myself.

 The horse closest to me was a superb stallion, his proud bearing imposing. He was truly magnificent and he knew it. He must have been a thoroughbred Arabian. He had lively movements, a beautiful chestnut coat, and his hair shone. He was truly healthy and must have won many major races. Further on, he had another stall occupied.

 I saw at once that this horse had a wolf coat, a mixture of black and chestnut, incredibly beautiful, it shone as if it had been polished. They were both looking at me with lively eyes, their ears moving in all directions, as if on the alert.

 I didn't hear the sound of footsteps until well after the horses. Men were approaching and talking. When they entered the stable, their presence cut off the light coming from outside, and in the backlight, I couldn't make them out. I recognized, however, the Marquis's voice and the Count's sarcastic laugh.

 - Marquis, what if we took out the sulky to harness your new mare?

 - Yes, dear Count, I can't wait to see what she's worth! I'm afraid she might be reluctant at first, but we'll be able to tame her, won't we?

 They both laughed heartily. They came towards me, headed towards the stall where Walter had tied me, and stopped there, looking at me. What were they doing? I'm not a mare! Why were they staring at me like that?

 The Marquis approached me, made me stand up. He ran a hand over my back, felt my buttocks.

 - Huuummm! Firm and fleshy, she was well fed. He made me open my mouth, let's see, the teeth look good!

 He felt my shoulders, my arms, my waist, my stomach, perfect for the harness!

 - but I don't ..... I wanted to say, a blow of the whip across the back silenced me immediately.

 - I told you to shut up, female, from now on I don't want to hear you talk anymore!

 He walked over to a workbench where several harnesses were hanging. He picked up a small one and, smiling, handed it to the Count.

 - Since it's your equipment, my dear friend, give me a demonstration. I must say that I've never had a mare of this breed and I'm curious to see how they're harnessed!

 The Count took everything the Marquis offered him and stood beside me. He began by putting straps attached to a bit over my head. I stepped back and spat in his face...

 - Never, you sadist, I'm not a chev... a violent pair of slaps flew and prevented me from finishing

 my sentence.

 - You were right, Marquis, the beast is not easy! he laughed, turning to the Marquis.

 - Yes, that's what I suspected!

 The Count tried again, but I didn't give him time. I wanted to give him a well-aimed kick, but with my hands tied behind my back, I was knocked off balance and fell back. My foot only hit the air. The Marquis laughed until he cried to see that the Count had a lot to do with me. He was even more amused when the Count, trying to grab me by the hair, almost fell when I leaned forward and headbutted him in the stomach, roaring.

 - Would you like a hand, Count? asked the Marquis between bursts of laughter. I don't think she's been broken in yet. Two of us can handle her.

 Not waiting for an answer, he joined him and, passing behind me, grabbed my head and held it firmly while the Count finally managed to put the straps on me. When he brought his hands close to my mouth to force me to open it to put in a kind of bit, I bit as hard as I could on whatever came within reach. The Count let out a cry of surprise and I hoped in pain too. He wanted to remove his hand but I didn't release it and increased the pressure. He grunted. I tasted something ferrous on my tongue. I knew he was bleeding. The Marquis pulled on my arms so hard that I thought he was going to dislocate them. I let go of the Count's hand to scream. He shook it and laughed when he saw the blood marks I had made on them:

 - What a ferocious beast you have there, Marquis! I congratulate you and I envy you; it will be a pleasure to tame it. It is often the most rebellious who become the gentlest once they understand who their Master is.

 They managed to put the head harness on me, with the bit attached, which fitted between my teeth. I was furious at feeling so helpless in the face of the two men who were transforming me into a draft animal for their pleasure. I was flailing around, making their task difficult. I knew the bit would allow them to guide me, and what's more, it physically prevented me from speaking.

 "A single word spoken will constitute a serious offense," the Marquis reminded me.

 The bit made me salivate profusely, and I felt a particularly intense humiliation of drooling like that in front of them.

 The Count presented me with a strange pair of boots. I felt as if they had shackles. He put them on me and laced them up himself. He didn't want to risk untying my hands just yet.

The boots reached up to just below my knees. He slipped a corset with straps between my back and arms. He tightened the corset very tightly around my waist and with various straps he took care to encircle my breasts, buttocks, and pubis in a way that was as suggestive as it was restrictive. There was no saddle:

 - because you rarely ride a ponygirl, he explained to the Marquis, she will serve you mainly as a draft animal.

 He then took an anal plut ending in a long mane. I could not escape the infamous penetration he imposed on me, filling my anus without preparation, I moaned despite the bit that felt like a gag.

 When everything was in place, the Marquis let go of my arms and played with the tail. I felt the long manes brush against my legs. The Count took my hands and tied them with ties fixed to my corset at waist level. I could no longer move them away from my body. He winked at the Marquis, grabbed a kind of bright red feather duster and attached it to the designated place on the harness in the middle of my forehead.

 - I chose it especially to match your dungeon!

 - Thank you and congratulate you on your good taste!

 Except for the harness, my body was naked and exposed. Finally, the Count took a small box and, opening it, presented it to the Marquis:

 - It's your pleasure, Mr. Marquis!

 The Marquis took the box. His smile widened when he saw what it contained. He took out a bell attached to a clamp. He caressed my breasts, pinched them, and stretched my nipples to make them protrude.

 When he was satisfied, he opened the clamp and placed it on them. I clenched my teeth on the bit while I got used to the pain. He attached the second clamp to my other nipple:

 - I find this final touch most..."refined"

 He took the reins and spun me around, jingling the bells attached to my breasts.

 - It's really a beautiful beast! Now let's see what it's worth?

 They left the stable. The Marquis took me by a strap and dragged me after him. I no longer knew what to think; I wondered what picture I presented harnessed like an animal. The Marquis and the Count, for their part, seemed delighted by the spectacle.

 They circled the ponygirl they had made of me. They stroked my flanks, felt my buttocks, pulled my tail, jingled the bells, commented on this or that part of my anatomy as they would have done with any other horse. I was humiliated, degraded. I could only submit.

 Walter arrived just as they were finishing their inspection. He was pulling a small sulky with two large wheels and a seat wide enough for two people to sit on in one hand, and in the other he had a whip.

 My eyes widened when I realized what these two objects would be used for.

 They passed the arms of the sulky through my hands, which were tied to the corset, and attached it to other straps that were still free.

 - Ah, my dear Count, this is truly a beautiful gift you're giving me, it's simply incredibly beautiful! I truly thank you for this thoughtfulness. It goes straight to my heart.

 - The beast is beautiful too, Marquis, everything goes together! If we could take it for a few steps first so it gets used to the sulky.

 - yes yes, let's do that.

 He took the whip from Walter's hands and cracking it just above my head shouted.

 - Go female hue.

 I didn't move an inch, looking them straight in the eyes. They had transformed me into an animal. But I wanted them to understand that this wasn't the case. The Marquis looked at me too, raised his arm, and brought it down on my buttocks. The violent pain awakened very bad memories and forced me to move forward. Gripping the arms of the sulky, I pulled it along, taking a few unsteady steps. The bells were still biting my nipples and they jingled with my movement. The Marquis cracked his whip again. I took several steps, pulling the sulky along. They led me to a track and made me stop. I felt them climb up and settle into the sulky. I felt their movements, but paradoxically, the weight didn't seem so heavy. It must have been distributed over the large wheels. The whip cracked new.

 - Come on, come on, female!

 I tensed my muscles and pulled with all my might. I was probably the most surprised to feel the sulky start up under my impulse and follow me. I couldn't believe it. A woman could pull two men. I could pull two men. A strange feeling assailed me; I think it was pride. Yes, pride. The whip cracked and brought me back to reality.

 I set off down the trail quite easily. I walked slowly, pulling the sulky in which the Marquis and the Count were sitting.

 I shivered in the cool wind and the light mist that was there on this late afternoon. I was more than naked, and a small cloud formed with each of my exhalations.

 - Make her run, let her warm up a little, suggested the Count!

 The Marquis cracked his whip very close to my back, so much so that I felt the breath. I quickened my pace. But they wanted to see and hear me run. They made me quicken my pace.

 I held the sulky tightly, the bit made me drool, the bells tinkled when I finally ran. I felt the sulky's movements against my back. I did a complete lap of the track. I was no longer cold and was even beginning to sweat.

 Seeing that I was letting myself be guided quite easily, they put pressure on the reins, making me turn my head to the right. I understood what they wanted and took the direction they imposed on me. They made me walk them throughout the park. At first I had difficulty catching my breath, the corset preventing me from breathing easily.

 Then, little by little, I became more one with the team and I got into the game, responding to their requests.

 The Marquis chatted quietly with his Guest, thanking him once again for his magnificent gift, which he greatly appreciated, and then described his large park to him as we walked through it.

 As he had put me back in step to continue the walk and so that I would not tire too quickly, they chatted about everything and nothing. I lost the thread of their conversation and entered a strange world. I had really become a draft animal, I no longer had the need to speak, I shook my head to move the feather duster. I felt the tail planted in my anus and whose long hair caressed my thighs and the tinkling of the bells became a sweet music punctuating my steps. It was very sweet, very sensual.

 The Marquis was finishing his tour of his park and offered to take me back to the stables with the Count. Time was passing quickly; it would soon be time for dinner. Walter was waiting at the stable door. He smiled as he saw us approach. He helped the Marquis and the Count out of the sulky.

 The Count came up to me and stroked my flanks as if I were a mare.

 - Well, but, , There you are, calmed and tamed. Thank you, I had a pleasant walk, he said, rubbing his hand and looking at me with a bad look, I haven't forgotten!

 "Me neither, dear Count! Believe me, she'll be sorry for this rebuff," replied the Marquis.

 "Walter, please see to it that this mare is unharnessed and properly groomed. She's sweated a lot, don't forget any part of it. Then take her to the red room and put her in a cage after feeding her."

 The Marquis and the Count set off together towards the castle, still discussing the new mare. I turned to Walter. He led me into the stable and took off the sulky. He took off all the harness and corset, but I kept my boots on. He then took a handful of hay and began to rub my whole body. I gesticulated, but tired from the long walk, I didn't have the strength to rebel and I had to endure the "corking" until the end. Walter lingered over my most intimate parts, rubbing my sex, my breasts, my stomach, my buttocks, my back with the straw, with perverse thoroughness. Then, judging that I was sufficiently dry, after a moment he threw down the handful of hay. He attached my leash to my neck and led me towards the castle. He led me back up to the Red Room.

 My iron-shod boots clicked on the cobblestones.

 Lalielou was still on the easel, large tears rolling down her cheeks. Her arms seemed paralyzed, and she could no longer lift herself to relieve her bruised genitals. Walter pushed me next to the armchairs. He gave me a large glass of water, which I would have drunk in one gulp if he hadn't stopped me, advising me to drink more slowly. He offered me a tray containing several large sandwiches and a large amount of fruit. Until I saw all this food in abundance, I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I devoured several and finally bit into a beautiful, juicy apple.

 He then led me into a small room that I hadn't noticed the first time.

 It was a small bathroom:

 - Do what you have to do and hurry up! Which I did, I went back out and he led me to the cage where he locked me up just like Lalielou had been there too.

 I sat down on the floor, my leg muscles aching, and my arms were tense too. I looked at Lalielou for a moment.

 There were marks on her back, and I deduced that the cook must have taken her revenge on her again.

 I ended up lying on my side and fell asleep before I even touched the cushions that were there.

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