They Will Come - sequel 2.8

Below is the eighth part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see Andy's original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html). 

 
The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html   

The previous part of the sequel,  2.7 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-27.html.

They Will Come 2.8

  

The Doctor walked down the corridor carrying her medical bag with its extra side pannier and approached Andy’s cabin with trepidation.  She hoped that he had been able to do his duty.  It had been a big ask of the youngest Commander in Star-Corps.  Enormous physical endurance would have been required and it was impossible to estimate the psychological stress and pressure on him.  He was probably exhausted.  Drained and exhausted.   But at Zero Hour Minus Three she needed something more from him: a few last finishing touches.   At least she had the quiet satisfaction of knowing the Administration Deck was cordoned off and that the section for Sissy Affairs was totally secure.   Maintenance had even installed temporary toilet facilities as well as a fridge with more protein drinks close to Ensign Beauchamp’s desk.

“Please come in quickly,” said Andy on the intercom as the cabin door slid open.   The Doctor stepped hastily inside and was greeted with a sight that would stay with her forever.  Ensign Beauchamp was facing her.  She was lying prone across the Stockade with her wrists attached to its sides by stout leather cuffs. A padded metal posture collar kept her head up like an alert bitch.  The Doctor could just see that she was kneeling on padded rests supporting her shins and that her ankles were similarly cuffed and restrained.  Her commanding officer was stood behind her.   The Ensign looked bedraggled and almost drunk.  But Beauchamp wasn’t looking at the Doctor: her eyes were rolled backwards so that only the white was visible as her head nodded like a toy dog. A red ball gag filled her mouth with drool trailing and forming a little pool on the floor.  Streaks of mascara had run down her cheeks and pink lipstick was smeared across her face and chin. 

Standing between Ensign Stephanie Beauchamp’s splayed legs, Commander Watson was swaying backwards and forwards. The Doctor could only see the upper half of his body.   He was attired totally differently from the previous day.   He was wearing a little pink latex bra held in place by silver chains as a halter and by several more dangling from a large ring attached to an inch wide stainless steel collar. The ring hung down and covered the area where his Adam’s Apple should have been. Large silver hoop earrings hung from his lobes.  The bra matched his eyeshadow and his lipstick; even his cheekbones had a pink blush.   

His hands were gripping the Ensign’s waist.   His eyes had been closed when the Doctor entered but now he opened them and looked hard at her. His eyes remained fixed on the Doctor who returned his stare.   Their eyes locked together.  Neither spoke. Despite his exertions the Officer still looked immaculate.   He started to rock faster and his breathing became louder and he began to pant.  

Ensign Beauchamp began to moan through her gag. “Again, again,” she seemed to be squealing.

After a several minutes staring into the Doctor’s eyes, the senior officer juddered and emitted a groan.   Ensign Beauchamp yelped with ecstasy.

“Oh Stevie, you’ve not cum again?  You naughty girl."    Andy smiled at the Doctor as he unbuckled her ball gag.  "You’re creating such a mess.” 

“Sorry, Commander.”

“I'm afraid she keeps cumming, Doc.  It must be the angle.”

“Not to worry Commander.   It’s good to know Ensign Beauchamp hasn’t found the experience too much of a punishment.  Her prostate is clearly in good working order.   They must’ve trained her well at The Academy."

“Yes, they certainly did,” replied Andy.

“Does the Doctor arriving meaning that’s the last?” asked a downcast Stephanie.

“I’m afraid it does, Ensign,” replied the Doctor.    “We just need a few final finishing touches.”   The Doctor opened the side pannier on her case that contained her special sissy supplies.  “I think a 50 millimetre should be sufficient. The Doctor put on a pair of black latex gloves.  I doubt that lube will be required after all the Commander’s efforts but just in case.   If you could just move to the other end, Commander, while I make Ensign Beauchamp secure?”

Andy stepped carefully from behind Stephanie in short measured steps.   He shuffled his hands along Stevie’s naked torso to steady himself.  As he exchanged places with the Doctor, the Medical Officer gasped.  Her Commanding Officer presented a vision of perfect femininity.  Pink sissy femininity.  He was naked except for his lingerie: complementing his little bra was a wide pink latex suspender belt with multiple garter straps holding up pink polished latex stockings.  The reason for his tiny steps and balancing became obvious: his toes were pointed down like a ballerina’s as if he was permanently en Pointe and ready to pirouette. He was wearing shiny pink knee-high boots with thin shiny shafts of pink supporting his heels.  The Doctor thought he looked adorable: sweet and delicious.   She could easily understand why he had graduated summa cum laude in the founding year of Star Corps’ Sissy Academy with perfect scores: scores unmatched since.  It was clear to her why he had been a favourite of the Rear Admiral at Star Base and, if the rumours were correct, the Rear Admiral’s wife too.   There was hope.

As Andy took tiny tottering steps on his eight-inch dagger heels, with one foot stepping gingerly in front of the other the Doctor asked, “Why ballet boots, Commander?”

“I found I could rock most easily on them when I was inside Stevie.  I only needed my ballet points and one other point of support,” he smiled and looked down: his erection was already starting to revive.  “And they made me feel the most feminine and vulnerable.  They were a present from the Rear Admiral.  They left my hands free to do other things.”  The Doctor looked downwards as Andy moved away.  She could just see the pink flange of a butt plug protruding from the Commander’s pert bottom.  She could guess what his hands might have been doing to help his femininity and suspected he hadn’t just been dreaming about Stevie during his ordeal.

The Doctor delicately levered apart Stevie’s tight buttock cheeks.  Slimy liquid was oozing from her anus.   The Commander had been very thorough.  

Stevie crooked her neck back and stared upwards at her commanding officer towering above her and whispered, “Am I gaping?”

The Doctor leaned forward and whispered in Stevie’s ear, “Yes, honey, you’re gaping nicely.  Did you enjoy it?”  

“I loved it,” mumbled Stevie in a soft drawl.  “He fucked me so much.”

“Hush, Stevie,” said Andy putting a finger to Stevie’s lips.  

“Ensign Beauchamp, you’re a credit to Sissy Academy.   Now Stephanie look up.    I’d like you to look at your Commander.  Isn’t he pretty?”

“Yes, Doctor,” said Stevie raising her head.

“Isn’t he the prettiest thing you’ve seen?”  

“Yeth,” lisped Stevie in the submissive manner instilled in her at the Academy.

The Doctor reached between Stevie’s legs and grasped the Ensign’s floppy penis: so stiff yesterday when she started sucking her Commander, it now hung limp and useless, trailing wispy fluid from its tip.   Prostate sissygams and anal orgasms had depleted and tired her.   “Have you been cumming like a good girl for your Commander?”

“Yeth.”

“A few times?”

“No.  Lotsth and lotsth,” the Ensign said dreamily.

“Well it’s time for a little more.  I just need to find your prostate,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor’s fingers penetrated her, “and give you a final helping hand.”   

“Oooh,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor touched the little walnut nestling against the wall of her rectum.

“I’m pleased to report that you have a very heathy prostate, Ensign.  Keep looking at your Commander.”

“What are you doing, Doc?” asked a curious Andy.

“Just milking her.   We have to make sure she’s empty.”   Stevie moaned as the Doctor started to gently massage the little nodule.  “There’s a good girl.   Keep looking at your Commander.  Think of him inside you.” Stevie’s penis hung flaccidly as the Doctor warmed to her task.  “Commander, please come closer to Ensign Beauchamp.”   The vision in pink tottered forward.  “Closer still, please.”   Andy’s groin was in front of Stevie’s face.  Stevie’s tongue was stretching forward.   “You may want to feed her again.”

The Doctor paused momentarily to wind the crank and lower the Stockade to a more suitable height.  As Stevie’s mouth gratefully closed around her Commander, the Doctor’s left hand tried to stroke and rouse the Ensign's floppy cock.    However she concentrated her efforts on Stevie’s prostate, pressing her finger slowly back and forth along the slimy wall and massaging the engorged walnut within.  Stevie still didn't stiffen in the Doctor’s hand but she cocked her head back and sucked furiously while Andy, steadying himself on Stevie’s shoulders, had started to rock on his ballet points.   

The Doctor stared at Andy, who gazed back deep into her green eyes. "You did such a good job on this girl, you seem to have left her impotent.   You'd think she'd been on a milking machine or that the Engine Room had wanked her to her exhaustion."    

"Sorry, Doc."

"That was a compliment, Commander."   She gave up trying to revive Stevie's enfeebled cock and instead her hand closed around the sissy's balls and pulled hard on the cuff of her scrotum.  The Ensign squirmed and fluid started to leak from her cock. “Let it all out Ensign.   Satisfy your Commander.  Return all the compliments he’s paid you today.”    Andy’s eyes were beginning to roll; his hands moved to the back of Stevie’s head to make her reciprocate on the shaft of his ramrod piston.   Stevie started to convulse as an assgasm finally overcame her.  “Keep it coming, darling,” the Doctor said as she continued her incessant massage on the Ensign’s prostate.     Andy was now cumming too and his semen flooded into the Ensign’s mouth.  Stevie did not gag.  Andy held her head tight against him and she willingly pushed her face hard against the senior officer’s pubis so that his cock extended down her throat.  She did not want to waste a drop.   Still the Doctor continued her milking.   She only stopped when Stevie stopped cumming, leaking or even dripping, and her head dropped in exhaustion.  

“Thank you Ensign.  Well done.  And thank you again, Commander, please go back to the table.   I’d normally say breathe out and relax but I don’t think you’ll need to.”

“And now I’m going to need to plug you, Ensign.  We don’t want any of the Commander’s fluids going to waste, do we?”

“No, Doctor.” 

 “Oooh!” whelped Stevie.  Her head went back and she gulped, swallowing down the last remnants of cum in her mouth, as the Doctor inserted a bulbous black rubber butt plug.   

“All done,” said the Doctor.

“It’s cold,” moaned Stevie.

“Sorry but it will only be for a few moments.   It’ll soon warm up.  At least it’ll stop your bottom leaking since it’s likely to take a few hours before your gape closes.”   

end of part 2.8.  To be continued.

Aunt Jane's Fantasy

This is inspired by SweetAndyLatex' latest artwork (http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/new-art-aunts-have-fantasies-too.html).   It's a delightful image from early in Andy's development of Aunt Jane discovering Andy's fantasies about her and finding how much she adored the look and style that her nephew envisioned.  At the same time, Aunt Jane used the opportunity to make Andy live out her own ideal of a rather more feminine nephew who would make a much more suitable and fashionable companion for a lady about town than a pretty but rather scruffy boy.   The text below just enlarges on Aunt Jane and Andy living out each others fantasies and the 'helpful' support the shop assistants might provide.

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Aunt Jane loved the tight fitting latex,  Andy's drawing had shown her in a red bolero style jacket with a slight flare over black leggings and knee length boots.  An equestrian theme perhaps?   Jane preferred the design the assistants had selected for her.  Red would have simply been too much with her current hair colour and they were right in saying the longer, closer fit would suit her better and show off her curves.

The Loutboutin ankle boots were also the assistants' idea.  Jane had to agree: they looked so stylish and the red panelling provided  a nice colour offset - far better than a rather heavy looking riding boot.   Their shiny appearance and tall, delicate heels made a woderful transition from the latex leggings and accentuated her legs.  But what had Andy been thinking about when he drew those boots?  He should know that she would never consider wearing a flat heel.  Maybe there was more to the latex and equestrian theme in Andy's fanstasy about her.  The riding crop depicted in her hand was consistent with that.  Andy might be looking for a little discipline and guidance from his Auntie.  She'd have to think how she could help him with that.

Her nephew clearly had taste but needed to develop a sense of style.  However, there were signs from his normal normal wear that he knew how to improve his appearance.  The jeans he wore were a good example:  rather than ugly low slung baggy jeans, he always wore nice pairs that showed off the contours his tight, pert bum.  Aunt Jane had wondered where he bought such tight, elasticated jeans.  They didn't seem like obvious menswear.  That all became rather clearer as soon as they went into the shop.   Aunt Jane was a bit surprised by the way the assistants looked at and acknowledged Andy.  They'd clearly served him before.  Maybe this was where he'd been buying his jeans?

Aunt Jane was captivated by her nephew's vision of her.  It was obvious that Andy was too.  As the ladies tussled to get him to try on various dresses, Andy had kept glancing across at Jane.  She had been given some special spray by the assistants and was using it polish the latex.  Jane found the spray deliciously cooling and loved how it made the latex shine.  As she polished it was impossible not to notice  the stirrings and growing bulge in his pants. Sadly he seemed less willing to comply with her fantasy. Despite his previous purchases, Andy did  not seem as entranced at the prospect of wearing a dress.   Jane needed to intervene, "Andrew, stop struggling!  I've gone along with your fantasy and I have to say I'm quite taken with it.  Now just go along with mine and help these ladies do their job.   If you're good I may let you polish my latex again when we get home."   That did the trick.   Andy relented and stopped struggling.  The assistants looked at Jane with admiration and gave each other a nod and a knowing glance.  They also giggled slightly as they could all see could see that Andy's little  bulge had grown to tent proportions.

The assistants seemed to enjoy making Andy try on a wide range of dresses.  Even Aunt Jane was surprised by the ladies' attentions to her nephew. They went on far longer than she expected.   When they'd narrowed it down do a couple options, her surprise turned to shock.  They sat Andy down in a chair, initally to comb his hair but then with a few scissor snips and little hairspray to restyle. Andy glanced at Jane but she nodded her approval and the young man did not resist.  He knew it was only fair if this was her fantasy.  After she was already proving to be his fantasy and so much more.  perhaps he could get her a riding crop for her birthday.

The syling did improve Andy's look a lot: the tousled mop seemed to transform magically into a very cute little bob.  It improved his looks so much.  Then it was back to the dresses.  It was hard to choose between a short pink number and a long black one that was more suitable for formal or evening wear.  Jane was so struck by how he looked she said, "We'll take both."

Andy looked horrified, although the assistants seemed delighted.  Jane observed "All you need now Andrew is some nice lingerie - some panties and stockings and, obviously suspenders.  Although you have a marvellous figure, maybe a little waspie or corset as well just to pull you in and give you a little extra curve. I do want you to look girly after all."  The assistants nodded approvingly.  They could see this was going to be a very profitable afternoon for the store but they knew Ms Fullerton-Jones was rather wealthy and could easily afford these little indulgences.  They'd already got her into top of the range latex and Louboutins, so a couple of dresses and some underwear shouldn't be a problem. "We'll go home soon.  You don't need to change.  You'll be fine like that."     His mother and father wouldn't mind, they knew she loved him and would take care of him.  After all it was them who'd shown her Andy's little drawings and told her about his dressing up games.  Although Jane was just a close friend of the family, Andy had always treated her like a special Auntie and was devoted to her.  She was such a wordly women and lived such an exciting life.  How he longed to be part of her world.

Jane had  given her driver the afternoon off so they'd have to back to Andy's home on public transport. She wondered what kind of looks they'd get.  On her part, she had no intention of changing out of her new jacket and leggings - they were really growing on her and she found the boots rather sexy.   She decided that on the way she'd make Andy walk past the football practice ground .  That would get rid of his silly ideas.  While the ladies selected suitable underwear for her young nephew, Jane asked to try on some herself - latex of course to be consistent with her nephew's fantasies.  The ladies called for a couple of colleagues to assist Jane.  They took Jane to a side cubicle and started to present her with a variety of stockings and corsets.   These were so interesting that  didn't really hear the muffled sobs that were coming from outside.  Jane eventually settled on a lovely halter next corset and some long stay-up latex stockings. 

Jane wanted to see how Andy was progressing.  She was intrigued by the thought of him in suspenders and sheer silky stockings.  She'd be quite happy if he had both a white and a black pair to go with his new dresses.  The assistants looked outside and said that Andy was still being fitted.  The ladies suggested she try some boots to complete her ensemble while she waited for her young man to complete his wardrobe.  "Since we can see Madame likes heels, have you ever tried ballet heels?"  Jane was intrigued.  Although she had some 5" and and even 6" Zanottis, she'd need tried anything as extreme as ballet heels.  It would be fun just to try. One of the ladies came back with a pair of knee length boots with downward pointing toes and the most extreme Jane had ever seen in real life.  The heels had to be over 7" possibly even 8" long.  "They may be rather impractical but they'll make you taller than your young man even if he's wearing heels."

"In heels?"  questioned Jane.

"Well you can't have him in stockings and suspenders and not wear heels can you?

"Well, if that's the effect you're seeking Madame, can we suggest a gag too.  That will stop the boy squealing if you should want to punish him. If wearing a girl's dress, underwear and heels wasn't punishment enough ..."

".... although he does seem such a sweet boy," continued the other assistant.  "And he does look rather feminine?   I think he might actually like getting dressed up.  You know he's been in the shop before by himself."

"Yes, he looked nervously at some dresses but ended up buying some stretch jeans.  He did seem rather shy but we let him try on some high heels to go with the jeans.  They did look rather good on him and made his little bum look ever so cute.  Sadly he baulked at buying them saying he'd  just wanted to try them since someone he knew wore quite high heels and wondered what they were like."

"We're guessing that person was you."

Jane had to agree.  It probably was her that Andrew meant.  "So he's  been looking at dresses and trying on high heels in secret, has he," Jane replied.  "No wonder he's nervous and resisting.  He probably doesn't want me to know that we might share a fantasy." 

With a knowing wink at each other, the assistants asked Jane whether she might be interested in a new line of toys that the shop was selling while she waited for Andy to complete his fittings.  They said that these had become popular with many ladies following the high sales of certain books.  Jane consented.  Whilst she wasn't a fan of those books - after all, what kind of woman would allow herself be treated in such a way by an arrogant man - she did remember that crop in Andy's drawing.   It could be fun teasing Andrew if that was what he also fantasised about.

Jane tottered in her ballet boots as the ladies took Jane led across the shop to a small side showroom.  She could see that Andy was now engrossed in trying on different pairs of shoes.  The ladies had surrounded him with many pairs.  The assistants must have known Jane's own tastes because although ballet flats might suit Andrew, it was apparent that every pair the assistants were offering had distinct heels.  Andy glanced up and saw an amazing vision of his Aunt in stunning latex and boots.  His mouth opened wide and he looked embarrassed to be caught himself trying on high heels.  Jane smiled.  He was looking more cute than ever.  "Keep trying Andrew.  Remember only heel heights above 3½" are acceptable," she called across before following the ladies into the room.

In the little dimly lit showroom, the assistants opened the locked drawers of a polished wooden cabinet.  Each drawer was more fascinating than the next.  First there were some cuffs for wrists and ankles; a second with collars and padlocks; a third with paddles, crops and even a whip or two; a fourth with a variety of gags including some decidedly naughty ones; and finally a fifth with a whole array of plugs and harnesses.  Those last were beyond naughty.  Jane liked the shiny steel cuffs and tried them on.  They snapped into place and the ladies fastened each with delicate little padlocks. Jane admired her wrists.  These would so good on Andy.  The little rings would very useful for restraining him while she teased him with the crop.   Jane couldn't resist  also trying a matching collar.  The assistants locked that into place too with another little lock at the back.  Jane admired herself in the mirror.   Though she thought so herself, the result was rather marvellous.  "I'd love to see my nephew in these.  He'd look so submissive."

"Might we suggest this for the boy?"   Jane recoiled in horror.  They were suggesting a penis gas.  The thought of Andy having to take a penis in his mouth was too much.  And they weren't proposing a tiny little plug, but a 3" long and rather fat anatomically shaped penis. Surely he wouldn't be able to get his lips and mouth round that.  And it would be wrong.

"Oh, no!  That would never do," Jane cried.

"Maybe Madame would like to try?  Other ladies find them rather delicious, especially when worn by their partners."   Jane could see why.   From the other side of the gag protruded another, longer 6" penis.  Jane gave a little squirm.  Now that would be fun to play with if Andy would oblige.

"No, I'm sorry it would be going too far," said Jane.

"Too far? Or too soon?  Why don't you try something simpler to start with then?  How about a simple ball gag."  Jane relented.  One of the ladies got her to open her mouth and inserted the soft red ball, will the other fastened the buckle behind Jane's neck.   "How does that feel?"

"Mmmmmphice," Jane gave a muffled splutter from behind the gag.

Just then there was a little yelp from outside.   Before the assistants could stop her, Jane went out of the cubicle and saw that Andy was sat down again.  He was wearing the most lovely white stockings held up by the garters on  frilly suspender belt, and delicate strappy white 5" heels.   It would be fun seeing him try to walk in those. However, it was what the assistants were starting to do that astonished Jane.  One was holding down Andy and leaning on his shoulders.  The other had started to bring out foundation, eye shadow and lipstick.  Jane was taken aback.  They were going to make her nephew wear make-up!  She'd never considered that: seeing him in a dress was one thing but applying make-up to him further than she'd planned.

Jane tried to interject but the tight fitting gag prevented her from speaking.  She reached behind her to undo the gag but found that it had been padlocked.  She tried to go across to Andrew but could only take short stumbling steps in the ballet boots.  Then she found herself yanked back.  Not only had the assistants padlocked her collar, they had also attached a lead.  One of them pulled hard and Jane tumbled to her knees.  The other moved across to the front door of the store, locked it and turned the sign.  It seemed the shop had closed early for the day.  After closing up the assistant rejoined her colleague and sat on Jane's back, riding her like a little pony.

Seeing his Aunt like this, Andy tried to stand but was again forced back into the chair.  The other assistant  had brought one of the crops from the showroom.  She gave Jane a light tap on her upturned buttocks.  "Your Aunt is perfectly safe and OK, if you comply.  All you need to do is allow us to finish your make-up and do your nails.  We'll even show you how to  your own lipstick if you're a good boy.  If you don't comply though, your Aunt will soon have some rather large red welts on her rear and may not be able to sit down for a while."

Jane looked up.  Andrew had tears in his eyes.  What had he caused?  One little drawing had led to this.  He stared into Aunt Jane's eyes.  He thought she gad never looked prettier even with little wisps of drool hanging from her ball gag.  "I'll never let them hurt you, Aunt Jane.  Please trust me.  I'll do anything for you."  He sat back in the chair and let the ladies start by applying a foundation primer to cover some of his little spots and blemishes.  Meanwhile their colleagues took Jane back into the showroom.

About half an hour later, Aunt Jane was led back out into the shop.  She'd been allowed to change out of the underwear and corset into her new jacket, leggings and ankle boots.  She still wore the ball gag though.  Andrew's eyes were cast down and he looked sheepish.  Jane could not think why.   Before her was the prettiest sight she'd ever seen.  Her nephew stood before in a white top, a short frilly pink skirt and silver sandals.  It wasn't one of the dresses he'd tried earlier and he wasn't wearing stockings either.   What's more he was now strawberry blonde: they'd fitted him with a little wig.  Although Jane liked his natural short dark bob, this suited him perfectly and went so well with the little outfit.

"We thought we'd surprise you," said the lead assistant.  "Doesn't he look pretty?  We knew he needed make-up.  This isn't the first young man we've helped.  Louise can you get something to make him complete."   One of the assistants who'd been helping Jane went back into the showroom and came back a few seconds later with something in her hand.   "Bend over young man."  They turned Andy so he was sideways on to Jane.  Andy bent forward while two of them raised his skirt.  Jane could see he was wearing no panties.  "A little lube first I think."

Louise put on a rubber glove and was offered a little tub of cream in which she dipped a couple of fingers.  Jane watched as she applied the cream to Andy's bottom  and started to probe his rear entrance.   "You'll find your latex gloves quite useful when you do this."  Jane recoiled and spluttered through her gag.  The thought of lubricating her nephew's arsehole seemed disgusting.  Louise then wiped her fingers over a black object then started to ease it into Andy's anus.  Andy turned and made pleading eye contact with  Jane but she was just as helpless.  Her own eyes rolled upwards.  'Was that pain or pleasure?' Andy wondered   He winced as the plug was slowly eased in.   Once Andy could take the bulbous head, Louise took it out and coated it with another thick layer of lube.  Now she started to push the plug gently in two or three inches then slide it out.  In and out.  In and out.   While the ladies held Andy, Jane could see hom slowly relax.  He looked across at Jane, his latex clad Auntie.  An even more extreme vision than he'd even dared to fantasis about.  As the plug continued its journey, Jane noticed that Andy's cock was stiffening.    Her nephew was getting an erection while these ladies were humiliating him in front of her.  He seemed to be enjoying having something in his bottom.   When slight strands of fluid were starting to hang and drift from his penis, Lousie pushed the plug all the way in.  Andy gulped as his arsehole closed around the base of the plug and gripped it tight.  He felt so full.  The ladies giggled.  "The way he took that, it looks like he might like something ratehr nicer up there.  Now let's make him secure."

Andy realised how fortunate it was that he was wearing make-up.  He was blushing so hard.  His Auntie couldn't have failed to notice his excitement.  Would she realise some of his other fantasies?

One of the ladies brought out a garment like a little pair of panties rather like a thong.  The garment had a belt that they fastened securely  round Andy's waist.   As Andy's penis shrank, they tucked it into a little tube like pouch and drew it back between his legs.  The pouch had a cord that they pulled tight and attached to the back of the belt.  The cord not pulled his penis back but it also meant that it was impossible for the butt plug to come out of Andy's bottom.  "This Madame is a cache sex," they said to Jane.  It avoids unsightly bulges and stops any silly accidents.  On a later date we'll show you how to massage his balls into place so that they don't get in the way either but this is enough for Day One."

"Day One?" thought both Andy and Jane.

They stood Andrew up and straightened his skirt.  They moved him to stand alongside his gagged Auntie but the floor manager addressed only Aunt Jane.  "Let me introduce you to the League of Mistresses.  There's no need to reply Ms Fullerton-Jones especially since you can't."  Jane spluttered from behind the gag.  "Yes, we know who you are.  And you just need to remain quiet, young man."

"We are all members of the League.  We believe that recent literature has painted an entirely wrong picture of the female of species.   It's very clear to our associates who is the true dominant member of the species.  We need to affirm this.  We can see you have potential as does your nephew.  Great potential.  You clearly have the right qualities and interests.   We would like to propose that you to join us.  We are sure you would enjoy the company and the activities of the League."

"However, we don't discriminate: if males of the species want to join us that is fine provided they learn to conform.  I will not say sorry the treatment of either of you today.  All you seemed to lack, Jane was a sufficiently firm hand.   We have been able to provide that and demonstrate to you some of the pleasures and privileges that membership may hold.   Your nephew has already started down that road today.  He seems ready to comply but just needs your strong guidance and direction.  We will be happy to continue coaching you both.  You don't need to give an answer now - not that you can, of course, with that gag in."

"We've already called a taxi since you have both had a very 'busy' afternoon and you've a lot to take home.  Also your nephew probably isn't quite ready for the public attention that his new look is likely to receive.  It won't just be ladies now who admire his looks.    All you need to do is settle your bill.  We've bagged everything up ready.  Let me see what that comes to:
  One latex jacket
  One pair of latex trousers
  One pair of Louboutin ankle boots
  One long evening black dress
  One short pink summer dress
  One strawberry blonde wig
  One frilly pink skater skirt
  Two mini bra-lets: one white, one black
  Two pairs of panties: one white, one black
  Two pairs of suspenders: one white, one black
  One pair high heeled black court shoes
  One pair white ankle strap high heels
  One pair silver high heeled sandals
  Two black 1½ inch diameter by 5 inch long silicone rubber butt plugs
  One ball gag  - I'm afraid you'll have to buy that since we can't sell used stock
  One pair steel cuffs.  One steel collar.   You seemed to like them so I've included them too.
  Three padlocks and keys.  You can always come back for spare keys if you need.
  One leather dog lead.  You'll definitely be needing that if you take the collar."

As she rang the items through the cash register, another assistant removed Jane's ball gag.   Andy saw the bill; it was an eye watering amount.  "Yes, that all seems in order," said Aunt Jane as she  handed over her credit card and paid it without demur.  The assistant wiped the ball gag, popped it in little bag and gave Jane some tissues to wipe her face.  "I don't think I need to think it over.  I'd definitely like to join," she said smiling at the Floor Manager.  "I'm so pleased with how you've helped Andrew today."

Jane and Andy were led to the front door and handed several very smart looking carrier bags.  As Jane was going out the Floor Manager handed her a long thin package. "It's great that you want to join.  We will be in touch.  In the meantime, please accept this little gift on the house."

The taxi driver held the door open and helped Jane and Andy with their packages into the back of the cab.  "Looks like you've had a busy shopping day, ladies."  Andy was taken aback.  Ladies?  He was going to say something about being Jane's nephew but a hand on his knee restrained him.

"Look at yourself Andrew.  I don't think you should protest if want to avoid creating a stir."

"OK, Auntie."  Andy slumped back in the seat and hoped the ride home was going to be smooth,   after all he was still wearing his butt plug. He sat back and pondered for a while.  "Aunt Jane, why did you let them charge you for two butt plugs?"   Jane gave him a wry smile but didn't answer.   Louise had helped Jane change  while her colleagues were finishing Andy's make-up and had given her something extra that tight fitting leggings would keep very secure.  "Can I take my plug out before we get home, please Auntie?"   Aunt Jane agreed.   Perhaps they should go back to her house first rather than to Andy's home.  Certain things might be difficult to explain even to sympathetic parents.  "What was in that extra package they gave you on the way out, Auntie?"   Jane opened the bag.  Inside was a long thin leather riding crop.  Yes, they would definitely go back via her house.   She would enjoy chastising his bottom for getting them both into such a predicament today.  And his plug would stay in just as long as she wanted.  Though she might  allow him the pleasure of removing hers.  

Jane leaned across and kissed Andy.  Not the usual peck on the cheek but full on the lips.  Andy was shocked but couldn't help respond to such sudden passion though any stirring down below was rudely prevented by the taut cache-sex. "I'm so proud of you honey," she said.  "You were so good and supportive when we were in the shop.  And you have to agree you do look rather wonderful."   And her lips closed tenderly on her pretty young friend's.   The young cabbie looked in his mirror.  It seemed like the lady had a pretty, young lesbian lover.  Why were all the best looking girls taken?

S inspired by SweetAndyLatex
10-Jun-2016

Amber's special training

While the Stable Girl and her Mistress were away, the temporary Stable Mistress wondered what do do about Amber.  Amanda had asked her to look out for the filly while she was away.

Amber was such a sweet natured filly.  She was patient to a fault and always eager to please but the Stable Mistress wondered if Amanda hadn't allowed Amber to lag behind in her development .  It seemed to be custom and practice to tether her outside so that she could greet the colts when they came back from their work on the farm, although the Stable Mistress noticed that Amber had a special glint in her eye whenever she saw the Stallion return. The colts always like to cluster around Amber and give her friendly playful licks.  The gauche little filly just seemed to think this was normal and giggled as they brushed against her flanks and nuzzled her belly.  Although they were mischievous with Amber and would tease her, she was quite safe with them. She was tethered and bridled, and plugged and caged  like all the fillies on the Estate.

The Stable Mistress had been willing to allow this routine of getting Amber comfortable and relaxed around the colts. It would get Amanda used to another part of the Stable's routine. While she was tied up, she could watch them be allowed turns playing with the donkey in the paddock.  She knew that after sniffing and licking the donkey's bottom, they would stiffen and mount the little beast.  Amber always seemed excited but maybe it was just liking to see the colts forelegs flailing inelegantly as they tried to pinion the donkey and clamber on her back.  But it was always better watching a visiting filly being put to the cock with the Stallion.  Amber always gazed in awe and wonder.  How did something so large manage to get inside something so small?

The Stallion had recognised Amber's stare as more than curiosity; it was one of attraction.  However, he kept himself haughty and aloof.   If Amber wanted to watch the colts making fools of themselves, that was fine: he was not going to waste himself on a donkey.  But he couldn't help watching Amber all the time out of the corner of his eye.  He always tried to look her directly in the eye when he was doing his duty, especially if the filly was a bit feisty like he suspected Amber might be.

Fillies, Amber could understand but she had been a bit scared one day to see the Stallion given stud practice with one of the more unruly colts.  It had taken four Stable Girls and the Stable Mistress to handle that. The Stable Girls had led the colt into the paddock and then secured him to the fence.  Two of the girls braced themselves and pulled tightly on ropes attached to the colt's harness to keep him from moving.  The Stable Mistress had led in the Stallion.  He knew what was expected of him but disliked it: a filly maybe, a donkey perhaps, but a colt was so demeaning for both him and the colt.  It reminded him of when he'd been humbled himself when he first came to the Stable.  He'd been purchased as a young colt for the Stud Programme and had been very restive and aggressive.  He'd to be put immediately to be put with fillies like at at his old Stable little expecting to be given a long period of abstinence.  The Stable Mistress had known how to calm and subdue him, as well as give him empathy for the fillies.  He still remembered the feel and pain of the old stallion stretching him.  Although he'd played with other colts before, he'd never felt something so enormous inside him.  He'd felt such acute embarrassment at this being performed in front of all the fillies and colts.  They'd all seen the old Stallion's spunk  dripping from his bottom.  Even worse, had been the leaking strands of pre-cum that oozed from his own cock under the Stallion's hard fucking and the helpless milking that followed when the Stable Mistress had thrust her fist into his gaping anus and massaged his prostate.  The new Stallion had been put very firmly in his place.

Now it was time to demean a colt just like he had been.  Amber had watched as the Stallion had  been led up to the colt.  He hadn't wanted to play so they put a hood over his head.  The Stable Mistress held up a handful of straw from one of the filly's stalls to his nose, and a sharp taps to his member with her crop made him stiffen.  His fore hooves straddled the colt's back and two  stable girls pulled him forwards into the colt.  She loved the elegance of the tall plumed tail rising from his butt plug flowing in the breeze as he started to give full length strokes in and out of the furious colt's arse.  Amber saw the other two stable girls needing to keep the colt tightly roped in order to stop him bucking as the Stallion gave him a fucking that he too would remember for a long time.

When the Stallion had finished, his ropes were slackened and he was allowed to withdrew.  His organ flopped down to his knees and then slowly shrank back to its usual size.  Amber couldn't help giggling as she saw such a massive pizzle shrivel before her eyes.  The Stallion turned his head and tried to look proud.  Secretly he was glad he'd put on a good show in front of Amber.  She was definitely a rather special filly and he would watch for more closely.

His first chance had come last weekend  The new Stable Girl standing in for Amanda had forgotten to fit Amber's bridle and she was only loosely tethered. The Stallion had quickly shouldered aside the colts and chewed at Amber's rope  His jaws were quickly through the cord and sfter several nudges, he got Amber to lick him and, when she was fully engaged, had started to lead  her back to the stalls before the Stable Girl stopped him.

But this afternoon, he'd gone too far.  This time he'd again broken her tether and had got her all the way back to his stall. 

Somehow he'd succeeded in removing her tail.  (He must have a very clever tongue.)  The Stable Mistress had been summoned by the Stable Girl and was shocked to find that he'd already mounted Amber.  He'd just managed to insert his cock head and was about to slide in the full shaft.  It had taken several hard thwacks with her riding crop across his rump and one against his balls  before he slackened and withdrew.  It might be a few days since his last coupling, but he was meant to save himself to earn stud fees.  He would need to be punished.

For Amber it was all wrong too.  Yes, she was reaching the time when she would join the Stud Programme.  She would required to bring on the colts and get them ready for visiting fillies.  The plan had been to put her to the cock gently with one of the smaller colts to start off with.  The last thing the Stable had wanted was poor Amber being buggered and torn by the Stallion as her first induction.  Despite her annoyance, the Stable Mistress recognised three positives.  Firstly, it was clear that Amber had not resisted the Stallion's attention. All those afternoons spent watching the colts in the paddock had readied her.  Secondly, her bottom was fine.  Although the Stallion must have stretched her, she wasn't torn.  Keeping her well lubed and progressively stepping up the size of her butt plug since her arrival had clearly helped.  Thirdly, she must have dilated for him.  When they'd pulled the Stallion away, her 'little' anus was winking and gaping in readiness.  She clearly wanted a big tail inside.  This augured well for a stud filly.  But there was fourth aspect that had intrigued the Stable Mistress.  Despite her cage, Amber had been dribbling copiously from her crotch.  The Stable Mistress wondered how Amber would be without a cage. She certainly had the makings of a good filly slut for the Stable but maybe she could contribute even more.

The Stable Mistress thought long and hard about the right punishment for the Stallion and the right treatment for Amber.  Her Stable Girls would need to work with the Stallion on a continuing basis.  She didn't want to make life with the Stallion difficult for them.  This needed a different appoach.  She knew that the Village Girls loved to tease and torment the Stallion with their lascivious ways, and how the Stallion always led them on hoping htat he might make free with them.  It was time to call on their services.  A few phone calls and a trip to the tack shop in the village and everything was ready for the morrow.

The following day, the Stable Mistress decided to take care of Amber's preparations herself.  She had seen how Amber admired the Stallion's tail.  It was time for her to get something altogether more arousing of her own.  Amber would look irresistible to both the colts and the Stallion.  The Stable Mistress put on her rubber gloves and got Amber down on all fours.  She removed Amber's normal tail and methodically she greased Amber's anus.  She slid a slippery finger around the rim and watched to see how Amber behaved.  Amber moaned,  gyrated her bottom, and then started to dilate.  Slowly the Stable Mistress slid in a finger. Amber offered no resistance.  No wonder the Stallion had managed to penetrate her yesterday with such ease.   Maybe Amber was still a little stretched but it was clear she was very ready to receive.  Amber opened wider for  second finger and then a third.   The Stable Mistress managed a fourth and Amber gratefully encircled her palm.   The Stable Mistress was tempted to massage Amber's little walnut and see how much she could produce but that wasn't the purpose of today.  All in good time.  She found that Amber  bucked and writhed when she started to push in her thumb.  Amber wasn't ready for a full fist but after a few weeks at stud, and a few turns with the Stallion, the Stable Mistress knew that Amber would learn to accommodate and love that full-up sensation.  Then they would find out if Amber was a good milker. 

When Amber was greased and ready Mistress slid in her new tail.  Then it was time to go out to the paddock and welcome the colts home.  The colts couldn't help admire Amber and her fluffy tail, and flocked round her.  Even the Stallion was anxious for a closer look and started to barge between the pack of hungry males. He looked on enviously as the Stable Mistress led her to the paddock and the Stable Girls selected two dressage  colts who'd been hanging back and content to lick each other.  The followed Amber into the paddock led by leads attached to their little collars rather than the havy harnesses of the working colts.   Very tenderly the Stable Mistress  unlocked Amber's cage and slid her out of her cock ring, then removed her plug and tail.  The dressage colts already had stout erections from their own little game of who was going to be on top today.  But the Stable Mistress had a different purpose for them. She stood back and with deft flicks of her whip got them to kneel beside Amber.  The colts quickly lost interest in each other and turned all their attention to Amber.
One of them turned his attention from his stable mate and started to lick Amber's anus.  Amber shivered.  She'd been nuzzled by colts before and, of course, had felt the Stallion force entry yesterday but never she experienced such a shimmering sensation.   She thrust her bottom back for more.

As the colt's tongue began to probe deeper inside her, Amber's little cocklet started to stiffen and she found it was met and enveloped by the mouth of the other colt.   Amber was being licked front and rear.

The Stallion watched enviously as the slutty colts settled to the work and demonstration the Stable Mistress intended.    Very soon Amber's cocklet was not so little as it grew into a stout rod and the colt's lips slid down her shaft.  The Stable Mistress was delighted to see such a handsome erection from a young filly.  She was definitely one who looked like she might be able to give as well as receive. This would give the Stud Programme so many more exciting options.  The Stable Mistress needed to know whether Amber had other skills so all too soon, she cracked her whip and took the colts away before Amber could cum.  It was back in her cock cage for Amber since her Stable Mistress had other plans for that organ and now wanted to test of whether the filly's hips could thrust.

Amber was embarrassed when the Stable Mistress made one of the colts bend over but she didn't want the Stable Mistress' crop across her rump.  She'd seen the Stallion fucking the unruly colt and guessed it was her turn to try.   Knowing everyone was watching, she was pleased Mistress had given her a strap-on that made it look she had a big erection like the Stallion.  It was just a shame it wasn't black and shiny.  Rather gingerly she pushed the tip of the strap-on against the colt.  She prodded away but the colt's bottom didn't seem to yield.  It was much more difficult finding the right spot than she'd expected, even though the Stallion had seemed to have no trouble yesterday, although it had taken a very steady hard push before his bulb had managed to slip into her arsehole.   She'd been in such a quandary, her anus was screaming in pain but was he was in, she'd wanted to see if she could take his full length.  The Stable Mistress grabbed Amber's false prick and guided her to the right spot, then pushed Amber's bottom so that she entered the colt.  She kept pushing so that the colt took Amber's full length in one go.   Amber realised that this was one of those slutty colts and she had lacked no compunction in starting to thrust away with abandon once the Stable Mistress had removed her hand. The Stallion watched with admiration: this filly had spirit.

The Stable Mistress was pleased.  Now it was time to test the filly further and to tease the Stallion before his punishment.  Amber was led to the Stud Hall.  All her harnesses and accoutrements were removed except for her cock cage and butt plug.  Amber was strapped down on her front and put in leg and neck fetters by Mistress and her stable girls.  To Amber, the cold iron seemed worse than the ropes that had restrained the colt fucked by the Stallion.  And then she was left in silence.   Although it was warm in the Hall, Amber shivered.  It wasn't her nakedness, it was the feeling of helpless uncertainty and anticipation.  Was she going to be fucked?  Was a colt going to climb on her back and mount her, or was Mistress going to try to fist her again?   The waiting was the worst part  She could hear whoops from the colts outside, yelps from the fillies and occasional braying from the donkey.  Everyone was having a playful time except her.  So much for being the centre of attention a few minutes ago.  It had been so nice to feel the colt's lips around her cock and another's tongue in her bottom.  Those dressage colts had to be sissies.  They clearly knew how to suck and lick but the Stable Mistress had stopped them too soon.  She'd been left wanting so much more and, wearing her cock cage, there was no point attempting to grind her cocklet against the board to which she was strapped.

Amber lost track of time.  An hour passed, maybe more.  And then she was dazzled by sunlight as the Stud Hall door opened and Mistress came in with a Stable Girl.

The Stable Girl walked up to Amber and unzipped.  A nicely sized dick  flopped out and brushed against Amber's face.  She felt the heat rising from it  Then the Stable Mistress undid her neck fetter.  She wanted to see what Amber would do.  Amber loved seeing the Stable Girl's penis getting erect for her and wanted to try some of the technique the colt had employed on her.  She started to lick the cock and then took it in her mouth.  Amber's range of movement was limited but the Stable Mistress was pleased to see slow steady sucking and her lips gliding up and down the Stable Girl's cock.  (The Stable Mistress made a mental note for herself about that Stable Girl.  It was always nice to have someone to cuddle with in bed on cold winter nights.) 

The Stable Mistress left Amber to slow suckling but was back in a few minutes with Stallion.  The Stallion was aghast to see her making free with one of the stable hands.  He was free of harness except for his mighty plumed tail.  His normal pony hooved boots had been replaced by elegant knee boots with stiletto heels.  The Stallion was in his Stud regalia.  The Stable Mistress tethered the Stallion where he could observe closely, then undid all Amber's fetters.  Amber continued to suck the Stable Girl and didn't seem to want to have an empty mouth.

The Stallion was angry to see Amber being so used. His heels clicked and stamped on the floor.   For some reason, he started to feel quite territorial.  When the Stallion was stiff with fury, the Stable Mistress ushered the Stable Girl away and got her to hold the Stallion while she flipped Amber over.

Amber was already dripping with saliva and whatever the Stable Girl had leaked as thh Stallion approach.  He would show her who was the King of the Stud.  And then he was in her mouth.

 His first thrust slammed against the back of her throat. She started to gag but his second went deeper  pushed into her gullet.  Tears rolled down her face.  Saliva and phlegm erupted from her mouth and smothered her face as he withdrew and she gasped for breath.

 The Stable Mistress watched in admiration as Amber took the Stallion's cock.  There was no gentleness or slow sucking now.  The Stallion had the initiative and this was face fucking pure and simple.  Amber didn't complain:  she knew this was the proud Stallion's way of telling her that she was his. 

Just as he'd started to mark her bottom yesterday, now the Stable Mistress was letting him show that he owned Amber's mouth and throat too.  The Stallion kept hammering into her .  Amber was gasping for breath but loved the sensation of the head of such a mighty cock sliding against the back of her throat and her tongue and teeth running against its shaft.

 The Stable Girl's organ had been nice but this was a real cock.   This was a cock that could damage her but one that could pleasure her like no other and leave her gasping for more.

As she tried not to gag and sucked as well as she could, Amber clenched her buttocks feeling her tail plug tight inside her. That big cock belonged more than just in her mouth. 

 Amber felt the Stallion starting to shake and he withdrew.  She opened her mouth wider waiting for his eruption; willing him to make his territory and make her his.  She wanted his spunk
Spunk squirted into Amber's mouth and splattered her face.  Sensing she was filling, she closed her mouth to swallow while more just coated her chin.  Amber heard the door of the Stud Hall open and two young girls enter.  The Village Girls had arrived.  They looked tarty in their make-up and reeked of cheap perfume.

Amber was left dripping and drooling.  She'd satisfied the Stallion and drunk his cream.  The Stallion stood proudly over the vanquished Amber: another filly who would crave his cock and be grateful for whatever gifts he bestowed.  The Stable Mistress pulled the Stallion back: she didn't want him going any further and pissing on her pretty filly.   She let one of the Stable Girls take Amber back to her stall to be cleaned up and made ready for the evening.  Amber tossed her head as she passed the Village Girls.  They might look pretty and attractive but she was the one covered in Stallion spunk not them.

The Stallion couldn't believe his good fortune.  It was the sluts from the Village who always wanted to play with him.  He might have just cum but he was always ready to play with the girls.  The Stable Mistress started by showing the girls what she expected.  The Stallion loved their little licks.

The Stable Mistress got them started.  She loved a taste herself but she didn't want to demean herself too much. 

The Stallion was too excited by all their attention and very soon started to gush.  He loved how they wanked the milk out of him.  It was such a relief.

Even more delightful was the next delicate tongue that worked him again to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

 This was turning into quite an afternoon, but he would need to slow up if he was going to fuck either of the girls later.  When the Stable Mistress left them to it, his hopes rose that he would be soon mounting them.
But the Village Girls (and the Stable Mistress) had other ideas.  While the Stallion was comfortably basking in his own glory and expecting to be moved to the next position,  they strapped him across the riding frame.  His cock was flattened against the leatherette cushion and when they removed his tail he suddenly had a nasty sense that they might be bringing one of the more mature colts to fuck him again like the old Stallion had done in his youth.  Instead he suddenly flinched with pain as the Village Girls started to thrash his rump with one of his Mistress' canes.  He was determined to make no noise: not a neigh, not a whinny.  On and on they struck, as his cock shrank and pressed with his belly into a pool of slime that continued to leak from him.  They laughed at his predicament and realised they intended to make him  raw before they would stop.

Finally they stopped.  He was hurting but not broken.  He thought they were going to leave him to burn with the fire from his buttocks  but instead they unfastened him and made him crawl across to the couch, all the time flicking him with their whips.  Instead of his dignity being restored by reinserting his plumed tail, he felt a fat vibrator thrust into his anus.  The girls had clearly not finished.

It didn't seem that they wanted him to fuck them.  The Village Girls seemed to enjoy making out together, all the time thrusting the vibrator into his arse and playing with the speed settings.  The Stallion still loved their proximity and feminine scent and couldn't help becoming aroused again despite his pain.  As soon as the Girls saw him stiffen, they thrust the vibrator in hard and turned to the speed up to maximum.  Helplessly, the Stallion found him dribbling semen from his cock even though he had no orgasm.

He thought they were going to empty his balls but their fun had not finished.  Removing the vibrator, they then took turns with the strap-on.  And these girls were rough.  Together they fucked and wanked him and with each turn he shot another load.  He longed for the delicacy that he'd seen Amber show to the colt earlier.  If they had to fuck him, why couldn't they do it gently and kindly like Amber.

The Stallion was starting to look glazed and punch drunk when the Stable Mistress returned.  She was pleased with the Village Girls progress but did not want the Stallion hurt to much.  Any sense of pride had long since vanished.  The Stallion just wanted to survive the afternoon intact.  Surely they weren't going to castrate him?  At the Stable Mistress' instruction the girls stopped fucking him and just continued with his wanking.

The Stable Mistress showed them how to position their fingers on his prostate gland and rub it as they wanked him.

Now the Stallion knew they intended to drain him dry.  One of the cheekier girls let him squirt over her knickers which was nice, but otherwise it was like being in a Milking Parlour rather than the Stud Hall.

The Stallion's knees were starting to buckle and the Stable Mistress go the Girl to put him on the bed before he collapsed.  The Stable Mistress herself squeezed the last remaining drops from him.  Even she was overwhelmed by his staying power, but with his last orgasm the Stallion slumped forward on the bed.    

The Stallion felt feint but he heard the Stable Mistress thanking the Village Girls as they stood back to  admire their handiwork.   She talked to them about  the Stallion's  brutal expectations about droit de seigneur with any of the fillies, and that he'd needed punishing for his treatment of Amber yesterday.  The Village Girls giggled: surely she didn't mean that young ponygirl that the Stable Mistress had allowed the Stallion to face fuck earlier?  Seemingly so.  Money changed hands and the Village Girls went on their way.  The Stallion knew that he would never be able to look them in the eye again when he went into the Village.  

The Stallion heard the Stable Mistress follow them out of the Stud Hall and he was left to collect himself and recover from his many hurts: his raw buttocks, his stretched and gaping anus, his chapped and sore cock, and most of all his pride.  He was starting to doze when he dimly heard the Stud Hall door open and two people enter.  He lay face down hiding his head.  Ostrich-like, he didn't want to be seen by anyone.  The only words he heard were "Go to him,"   followed by the delicate click of high heels and short steps cross the floor.   A soft hand touched his back and then cool, soothing cream was rubbed into his buttocks.  More was slathered on his anus and he felt a little finger push a little inside.  And then he felt something different: little drops of moisture were falling on his back.  What was it?  It wasn't raining and the roof didn't leak.  More tiny drops.  And then the sound of a little sob touched his ears.  Another little fall of water but he realised it was tears.  He hadn't made a sound at his own predicament but someone was crying for him.   The Stable Mistress's voice again: "He's ready for you."

"Not one of the colts, please," the Stallion prayed. He was certain he was going to be sodomised again. And when he felt someone climb on to the bed beside him and then move to lie on top of him that feeling escalated.  But he was too weak now to resist.  The form on top of him was warm and soft.  Rather than the coarse scent of Village Girls, the body smelt fragrant and fresh: not at all like any of the colts.  He felt something hardening slowly between them, and then a firm cock began to press between his buttocks.  It wasn't one of those nasty, hard plastic cocks like the Village Girls had used.  It was altogether nicer.  It wasn't soft but had a lovely spongey stiffness.  As it pushed harder against him, he shifted himself slightly to assist and was delighted when something warm eased into his arsehole.  It wasn't huge but was pleasantly sized.  He didn't worry about the soreness; this was soothing by comparison.  In fact it felt quite delicious. 

The tip of the cock stayed just inside his anus for a long time.   Whoever was on top wanted to ensure that both of them were comfortable before they went further.  The Stallion was regaining feeling in his bottom and started to contract his arsehole around the cock, signalling that he was ready for more.  Slowly the petite cock slid in all the way and the Stallion felt a little ball sac nestle between the crevice of his bum as the body flattened itself against him.  He was pinioned as the cock settled inside him trying to sink as deeply as possible. They both stayed still with the Stallion periodically clenching his buttocks to ensure the cock stayed stiff although it showed no signs of slackening.  Whoever was fucking him was clearly very excited.  He knew it was time to speak and offer thanks and encouragment.  That tenderness and those tears could only come from one member of the Stable.  And he'd already felt similar tears that afternoon.    "Thank you Amber.  I know it's you. You're so kind and sweet.  Sorry, I was so fierce with you earlier, I just wanted to show how much I wanted you.  But your way is altogether nicer. Have your reward.  Do your best.  I'm yours."  He heard another little sob and even more weight forced itself down on his bottom.  She wanted to ram herself into him as if they were conjoined.  And then the thrusts began. Long slow thrusts.  Amber found it easier using her own prick than the strap-on: it was so much more natural.  From the winking rim of his gaping arsehole to the depths of his fundament.   The Stable Mistress smiled: the Stallion was willing letting himself be buggered by Amanda's filly.  Now that was progress.

Amber was radiant.  She was deep inside the Stallion and he was telling her that he was hers.  Well she had already surrendered to him, maybe it was right that he should surrender to her too.  Steadily she fucked him.  She wanted this moment to go on forever.   Her handsome Stallion impaled on her cock and gratefully receiving every one of her strokes.  The Stallion loved her tenderness and caring.  He would try that with her when the Stable Mistress allowed.

The Stable Mistress gazed at the two lovers and smiled.  The Stallion had been humbled and had learned to behave. In so doing doing he'd found a caring lover.  She also discovered that Amber was a very versatile filly.   Maybe she would put them in stalls together, but at night she'd ensure that it was always the Stallion that would be tethered and wear  the cock cage while Amber would be free to roam and play as she chose. That would keep the Stallion quiet at night and anxious to fuck in the Stud in the morning.   In the meantime, she would let them fuck and see how long Amber could maintain her rhythm before she injected the Stallion with a dose of her cream.  The beautiful relaxed way she was performing now, she would be a long time cumming.  

P.S.1  This is a special story for Capricious Amber.  I hope Amber likes it and that her normal Stable Girl, SweetAndyLatex approves.
P.S.2  If any photos contravene copyright and the owners are unhappy at their use, please contact me regarding their removal.  skintwo01@gmail.com