Nusquam by Chris Bellows

Author:Chris Bellows [Bellows, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media
Published: 2016-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

Having departed to return to New York, in the absence of Miss Penny Osborne 128 finds her grooming chores to be greatly diminished.

After being freed of her stressful nightly bondage she daily reports to the stables, there to feed 88. Thereafter she walks him. Ankles hobbled, wrists as always tethered behind his back, a leash clipped to his testicle rings, she leads to the paddock area, 88 shuffling rapidly to keep up. Many laps about, a Mastiff also saunters, observing, knowing to growl in warning if there is any equine resistance or misconduct, and just as importantly if there comes intimate touching, whether it be stimulating 88 to excess or 128 copping a feel of her own excited love nest.

Yes, 128 senses odd satisfaction in being so empowered. Leading a male about by his balls... massive balls... stretched scrotal sac seeming unending... is new to her... and curiously exciting. Her masochistic psyche senses 88’s shame, his embarrassment in being so directed... and this brings dichotomous arousal. She also notes the status of his penis... her nakedness, his constant chastity, bringing an amusing priapic reaction. Yes, she walks him about stiff, the steed’s reaction ingrained, his condition amusing passing members... male and female.

Ah, such frustration. And he has yet to be broken, defiance remaining, terming the woman plotting his downfall a ‘beesh’. And the ongoing belligerence seems to enthuse Miss Penny even more... her vengeance for having to perform orally not to end.

Moderate exercise and 88 is returned to his stall, hosed down and tenderly scrubbed. With the nose chain hooked high, the remainder of the day 88 idly stands... and stands... and stands... no doubt wishing for the end of the boredom and slowly building ceaseless stress... yet there is the irony that this will come only with the return of the woman who has mastered him. Then she will again run him, figged and in harness.

For 128 the remainder of the day is spent freely, if being closely supervised by massive canines can be so described. And for her there comes a different level of stress as in randomly encountering Nusquam members. Deviant... dominating... and sadistic... there is a countless variety of antics demanded.

Most prevalent is to serve as a receptacle, male members rarely utilizing any facility other than a human toilet. And there are the sodomy stanchions... innumerable... ubiquitous... and well worn, the horizontal planks evidencing frequent use as the tummies of well tethered subjugants, struggling under the discomfort of oral or anal sodomy, friction to rub smooth the hard wooden surface.

So 128 is cautious, when necessary obediently serving to please, fearing quick corrective strokes of the wicked sjambok. But she also seeks to avoid, with equal caution eluding encounters with members as best she can.

Still, a day rarely ends without fellatio... deep, brusque, the taste of thick sperm only countered by offerings of salted water which serve to enhance her constant thirst.

Four days after Miss Jenny’s return to the caverns of Wall Street, daily chores completed,

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