Elaina’s lithe back swept down to a narrow waist, the hips swelling pleasingly, the buttocks plump, heavy. Despite being in her late forties herself, the flesh was still practically smooth, with only the slightest dimpling at the upper thighs.
Lino’s hand smacked one ass cheek, then the other, the soft flesh bouncing under his palm.
Derek stroked his hand over Breanna’s exposed breasts, and she sighed, leaning into his touch. His cock stirred immediately, and he smiled at her, his thumb tracing the hardness of one of her long nipples, pinching it at just the tip, making her suck in a breath through her teeth.
“Yes,
muy
bella
, Ms. Elaina.” Lino reached up and pulled her wrists down from the hook to a relieved murmur from his charge. He brought her bound hands up, placing them on the wall.
“Lean against the wall. Legs out.” The trainer tapped her lush thigh, and she shuffled her legs backward. “More. Ankles together.”
Then the Spaniard clamped a veined, tanned hand onto her pale shoulder, holding her fast. He placed the flat of his other hand against the broad expanse of her bottom, bringing it back and slapping her harshly, holding his hand against her ass a moment, her buttocks clenching.
“No. Keep loose, Ms. Elaina. No clench.”
Her head dropped, but she obeyed him. His hand palmed the buttocks again, sighting the next blow, and he smacked her once more, the sound like a pistol-shot in the stillness of the building.
Breanna jerked at the sound, Derek’s hands fondling her breasts, comforting her even as he watched the strict trainer working Elaina over.
Again Lino’s hand cracked down, and Derek watched fascinated as Elaina’s buttocks rippled, their soft weight jiggling as the trainer spanked one cheek then the other, pausing between blows with a grin to take in the movement of the broad bottom. Two bright hand prints were visible on the pale buttocks, the color darkening by the second.
“Color is good, yes?” Lino winked at Derek. “She needs toughening. Mr. George is soft with her.”
Lino pressed against Elaina, his palm pushing between her shoulder blades until she hugged herself to the wall. He retrieved a harness from his cabinet, Derek feeling Breanna’s body tense as the door swung wide, revealing all manner of instruments of restraint and pain.
The Spaniard clasped Elaina in a cruel harness of leather and chain, constricting her body and emphasizing her bombshell figure all at once. A leather waist cincher squeezed her breathlessly tight, a strap running up the trough of her spine to attach at the rear of a stiff leather collar. Lino turned Elaina, lifting her breasts in his hands.
“For fillies with big
tetas
like these, you must secure them for racing.”
Derek bounced Breanna’s big breasts in his palms, pressing his lips to her ear, chuckling in a low voice. “
Tetas
. I like that word.”
Lino stretched a web of thin chain down from the front of Elaina’s collar, attaching the links at the heavy silver ring that nestled at the base of her throat. The chain formed a criss-cross pattern over her chest, and the trainer pulled each breast through holes in the pattern. The fit was tight indeed, and each globe stood up tight and proud, the metal links indenting the soft, vulnerable flesh.
Lino threw two leather straps to Derek. “Attach to
fulana’s
harness.”
The straps threaded through rings at each side of Breanna’s rib cage, and Derek brought them up and over each breast, connecting them to a common ring nestled in her cleavage. He hauled them tight, and Breanna sucked in a sharp breath. Her breasts tightened, the nipples gathering to prominent hard points.
Elaina whimpered as Lino’s fingers pinched her nipple, pulling it harshly. From his pocket, Lino produced two silver clamps, quickly crushing first one, then the other nipple in the grip of the tight metal. Elaina’s breathing came in little pants, her brow furrowed, teeth worrying her lower lip.
Derek saw a glint of silver in Lino’s hand as his fingers worked at the clamps. The Spaniard stepped back with a grin. “Much better.” His finger extended, flicking the little golden bells he’d attached to her clamps. Her cheeks colored and she looked away.
“Should we get you your own little bells, Breanna? Hmm?” Derek worried her soft earlobe with his teeth, the pinch and twist of his fingers at her tender nipples drawing a pained groan from her.
Lino’s hand slapped Elaina’s thigh. “Spread.” His hand reached between her legs and pulled a thick strap through from the front.
“Holy crap,” Derek breathed, seeing the twin phalluses built into the leather. One was thicker and longer than the other, but even the smaller one was large indeed, easily the size of a well-endowed man. Lino, retrieved a small jar from one of the shelves along the back wall, spinning off the lid and dipping a finger inside.
“She will need lubrication at first.” Lino nodded toward Elaina. “But with time, their bodies will adjust to the saddle strap.”
“What is that shit?”
Breanna became very, very still.
Lino held up his glistening finger. “This? Will make filly’s step high. Ginger oil and little cinnamon.”
Derek watched, fascinated, as Lino spread the lubricant over the two phalluses until the black rubber shone wet with it. Fingers splaying the thick labia of Elaina’s sex, Lino fitted the larger phallus into her. She panted, a high pitched whimper coming from lips pressed tightly together.
“Here, use this,” Lino said, holding out a phallus studded saddle strap to Derek. Breanna shuddered at the sight of it.
Derek kissed her cheek, whispering to her. “Are you ready for this, Breanna? It’ll be a snug fit in that tight little pussy of yours, but I think you should wear it. Be brave for me.”
A quiet, pained whine came from Elaina, Lino whispering to her as he worked the smaller phallus steadily into her ass.
Derek lowered the chains that pinioned Breanna’s arms, pressing kisses to her hands as he rubbed the circulation back into them. She smiled her gratitude, her lowered lashes brushing over flushed cheeks. Taking up the strap, Derek fed it through the anchor point at the front of Breanna’s harness, bringing it between the silky inner thighs.
“Bend over for me, Breanna.”
Her breath caught at the command, but she obeyed, the loose chains, which still held her arms, if much lower, jingling together.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” Derek said, his voice low, his cock throbbing at the sight of the wetness glistening between the swollen labia. His fingers tested that liquid, gathering it, and he used it to moisten the hard rubber of each phallus.
“Just try to relax, Breanna.” He stroked three fingers into her sex, driving deep, looking to acclimate her as much as possible. His fingers played with her cervix a moment, and she jerked in her chains with a surprised moan. She stilled as the blunt head of the phallus spread her lips wide, and he eased it forward.
“That’s a girl. This is big, so we’ll go slow.” His finger spread her moisture over the hard nodule of her clitoris, working it vigorously, as her pussy took more of the black rubber phallus.
“We’ll take as much time as we need, but you’re taking every inch of this before you set foot on that track. There you go, be a good girl now.”
Breanna’s thighs trembled, and she stamped a foot as the last inch disappeared within her soaking pussy. Derek’s fingers felt the labia, thinned by the stretching of the broad phallus.
“I don’t … know… if I can…” Breanna said, voice breathless.
“You can do this, Breanna.” Derek planted a wet kiss on the crown of one buttock, his hand palming the overfilled sex, savoring the heat of her arousal. “Your pussy is
so
full. So stretched — but I know it’s what you want. And I know it’s what you need.”
Touching the tip of the smaller phallus to the dusky flesh of Breanna’s anus, Derek smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, I didn’t forget this sweet little ass either, Breanna. I can’t wait to see it stretched around this plug too. Then we’ll buckle your strap tight for you.”
His fingers gathered more of her wetness, even as it collected around the thick invader stoppering her vagina. He spread more of it over the whorl of her anus, and moistened the plug well.
Placing the heel of his hand against the inside of one cheek, he yawned Breanna’s bottom open, fully exposing her. He pressed the plug against her bottom hole.
“Push out now. You know what to do.”
He worked methodically, pushing a little in at a time, then backing off to let her adjust. Working slowly but steadily, he pushed it deeper and deeper, Breanna letting out a long confused groan as the plug seated fully, awakening that strange, confusing feeling of fullness he knew she craved and feared in equal measure. He patted her bottom, the press of his thumb on the base of the phallus ensuring the fit was snug. He drew the strap back then, pulling it tight between her trembling buttocks, seating both plugs even deeper, making her yelp as he tied it off at the back of her waist belt.
“Such a good girl,” he told her, bidding her to rise and turn to him. Her eyes looked almost frantic, but he could see the haze of lust in her gaze too. He took her face gently in both hands and kissed her hard, his tongue thrusting deep, sampling her distress, her breath coming hot and fast. His lips nibbled hers, her tongue responding, seeking his own mouth as he kissed her again.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful. Jesus, I don’t ever want to let you have a free
moment
.” Pressing soft little kisses to her quivering lips, he gazed into those deep blue eyes. “Do you think Kurt will mind if I keep you like this more often?”
Color blossoming in her cheeks, she smiled and looked down. “When he sees this, he’ll get ideas. I’m afraid he’ll want me like this 24/7. The strap—” she shuddered in his arms, her head lolling a moment “—so tight.
God
.”
“Do you think it should be loosened, Breanna?” He lifted her chin searching those eyes once more.
She swallowed. “Only if you want it to be, Sir.”
Derek smiled, the selfish exhilaration of his possessiveness flowing through him. Why did this sort of power over her body, over her pain and pleasure, arouse him so? Why did it stir the territorial animal within him when she was reduced to this plaything?
He heard a soft murmur from Elaina, and glanced over.
Lino had turned the woman and dropped to one knee before her, hauling on the strap where it attached to her harness. The lips of Elaina’s pussy bulged around the black leather as the strict trainer drew it deeper into her sex with each pull on the strap. Derek was surprised to see the twin gold rings that adorned each plump lip, the rings gathering together, seeming to hug the strap as Lino pulled it yet tighter.
“You’re gonna cut her in half with that thing, Lino.”
“See her rings, Mr. Derek?”
How the fuck could I miss them?
“This not Ms. Elaina’s first time.” Lino glanced back with a wink. “She knows saddle strap is required for run.”
Elaina’s big eyes closed tightly as Lino tied off the strap, then moved back to his cabinet for more gear. He handed the tangle of leather sleeves and straps to Derek.
“For filly’s arms. Not so tight.”
The Spaniard trussed up his charge’s arms in a trice, her limbs secured in an X pattern at her back in a web of straps, lacings and sleeves.
Derek had more trouble with his set of straps, but finally managed, binding them together, wrist to wrist at the middle of her back. He bent and pressed a kiss to her bare palm before he covered it too in the web of leather straps. He so loved the softness of her hands, the delicate bones, the long beautiful fingers. Somehow subjecting them to this stricture, binding them for no reason other than the fact that he could, filled him with a new wave of lust. Her helplessness called to him, in a way it hadn’t before. Now, it held a deeper, richer joy for him. As one might a treasured possession, he controlled her, used her, enjoyed her in whatever way he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was at that moment when he finally understood what it meant. this complicated dance of unequal power.
And for the first time, he knew he needn’t feel guilty for enjoying it.
“Ah see?” Lino’s finger flicked at the gold rings adorning Elaina’s sex. He added more bells there, the weight of them slightly elongating the labia, as she drew a sharp, nervous breath. “When I saw these, I knew then. Piercing is common for first Term.”
“Almost done,” Lino said, handing Derek the length of black cloth before blindfolding Elaina himself.
Derek paused a moment, drinking in the dismay in Breanna’s blue eyes. “I’ll be right here with you, Breanna. But I’m not going to lie — I’m going to enjoy this.”
As her eyes disappeared behind the black silk, she shuddered, her breath coming in little gasps.
“Please, Sir.”
“You’ll be fine, Breanna.” Derek kissed the corner of her mouth, then her eyes under the blindfold. “Every eye will be on you. But I’ll be there every step of the way. You’re beautiful. Remember that, and walk proud for me.”
“Last thing, Mr. Derek.” Lino dropped the rubber coated bit into Derek’s palm. “She is novice, so training bit only.”