The Story Continues... (by Liz)
Shaun has been busy writing another chapter further on in the story. He couldn't wait for me to finish my part of chapter one. We won't show you this part just yet, because obviously the story will not make sense if we do.
I have been writing as well. I'm just not as quick as Shaun. It is surprising though how easy it is to get into the flow, especially if you imagine you are one of the characters! (I won't say which one, I'll let you guess.) Anyway here is the next bit to the story, I hope you enjoy it.
Without another word the two masked women led Dana out of the room with Freja following close behind. Charles could do nothing but wait anxiously for Dana’s return. He paced a few steps and then turned and paced back again. The cell was so small that this was all he could manage. He wondered if Dana would be alright and why the hell was Freja going to show Dana a horse this late in the evening? He had been taken by surprise when Freja had hit Dana with the riding crop, but he also noticed that deep down he had been slightly aroused by the situation. It wasn’t everyday you saw your wife get whipped by a woman dressed in tight leather. Charles shook his head as if to try and rid himself of this image. He paced again and then sat down in frustration.
Meanwhile Dana was taken to a room not much bigger than a broom closet. The room was completely empty except for a square wooden pole that stretched from one wall to the other, about a meter off the floor. It looked as if you might hang horse saddles on it. Before Dana could imagine what else it could be used for, Freja pointed and said cheerily, ‘Welcome to the horse.’ Dana frowned and was about to speak, when one of the two masked women grabbed her by the elbow and positioned her beside the pole. As if they had done this a hundred times before, both masked women then lent down beside Dana and lifted her up and placed her, one leg on either side of the pole. The tips of her toes could barely touch the floor and she kept falling forward because her arms were still tied together behind her back. ‘I can’t touch the ground’, Dana said in a panic. ‘That’s the whole idea my love’, replied Freja calmly. ‘How am I supposed to keep from falling off this thing?’ Dana shrieked. Freja didn’t have to answer, because just then the masked women grabbed three thin leather straps dangling from Freja’s waist and tied one of them from Dana’s bound arms to a small ring located behind Dana on top of the square pole. This obviously was to stop her from falling forwards. They then used the other two straps to secure her ankles to two small rings located on either side of the pole fastened to the floor. This stopped her from falling sideways. Unfortunately, now the full weight of her body was completely resting on her pussy and Dana could tell this was not going to be comfortable for very long. ‘I think you can see the idea of the horse.’ Freja said with a small twinkle in her eye. ‘Someone will be back to look in on you in a few hours. In the meantime, you might like to think about how you can thank me in the morning.’ ‘Thank you? Thank you for what?’, spat Dana. ‘Why, for reintroducing you to your pussy of course,’ purred Freja, and with that Freja gave Dana a gentle slap on the rump and walked out, followed by the two masked women.
Charles jumped slightly as he heard the sound of Freja’s high heels clacking as she walked along the tiled corridor that passed his door. He must have nodded off while waiting for Dana’s return. The last 24 hours had been very long, but he still felt a pang of guilt for allowing himself to fall asleep while Dana was, who knows where, doing who knows what. Freja walked in, still dressed in tight leather, but wearing a different top. The leather did not cover her breasts, instead it accentuated them, pushing them up and out. Giving them the appearance in Charles’ mind, of fresh, ripe, juicy peaches ready to be squeezed. Charles could not help but move his gaze from her face to her breasts continually. As if reading Charles’ mind, Freja said sternly, ‘These are too good for you, my dear boy. You are not ready to feast on such fine food.’ Charles went a bright shade of red and started to stutter a denial of such thoughts. ‘Enough.’ said Freja waiving her riding crop in the air. She motioned to the same two masked women that had led Dana away. They obediently moved forward and opened Charles’ cell door. Quickly they placed his hands behind his back and cuffed them. They led him out of the cell and positioned him in the center of the room. Freja walked around him slowly, glancing over him like he was a horse for sale. She prodded him a few times here and there with her riding crop. Charles still found it difficult not to stare at her bare breasts. Freja caught his downward glance and suddenly lashed out with her riding crop, slicing him across the shoulder blades. He gave out a yelp of surprise as he arched his back. ‘Keep your eyes straight ahead,’ barked Freja. She then proceeded to inspect him once more, even grasping his penis to examine it more closely. Charles once again could feel himself blushing. ‘What are you doing?’ he said gruffly, trying to disguise his embarrassment. Unfortunately, Charles realized too late that he had made a mistake in speaking so roughly to Freja. No sooner had the words left his mouth, did he feel another burning sensation, this time across his bare buttocks, but it did not stop at one. The crop whistled through the air five times before Charles could even take a breath.
I have been writing as well. I'm just not as quick as Shaun. It is surprising though how easy it is to get into the flow, especially if you imagine you are one of the characters! (I won't say which one, I'll let you guess.) Anyway here is the next bit to the story, I hope you enjoy it.
Without another word the two masked women led Dana out of the room with Freja following close behind. Charles could do nothing but wait anxiously for Dana’s return. He paced a few steps and then turned and paced back again. The cell was so small that this was all he could manage. He wondered if Dana would be alright and why the hell was Freja going to show Dana a horse this late in the evening? He had been taken by surprise when Freja had hit Dana with the riding crop, but he also noticed that deep down he had been slightly aroused by the situation. It wasn’t everyday you saw your wife get whipped by a woman dressed in tight leather. Charles shook his head as if to try and rid himself of this image. He paced again and then sat down in frustration.
Meanwhile Dana was taken to a room not much bigger than a broom closet. The room was completely empty except for a square wooden pole that stretched from one wall to the other, about a meter off the floor. It looked as if you might hang horse saddles on it. Before Dana could imagine what else it could be used for, Freja pointed and said cheerily, ‘Welcome to the horse.’ Dana frowned and was about to speak, when one of the two masked women grabbed her by the elbow and positioned her beside the pole. As if they had done this a hundred times before, both masked women then lent down beside Dana and lifted her up and placed her, one leg on either side of the pole. The tips of her toes could barely touch the floor and she kept falling forward because her arms were still tied together behind her back. ‘I can’t touch the ground’, Dana said in a panic. ‘That’s the whole idea my love’, replied Freja calmly. ‘How am I supposed to keep from falling off this thing?’ Dana shrieked. Freja didn’t have to answer, because just then the masked women grabbed three thin leather straps dangling from Freja’s waist and tied one of them from Dana’s bound arms to a small ring located behind Dana on top of the square pole. This obviously was to stop her from falling forwards. They then used the other two straps to secure her ankles to two small rings located on either side of the pole fastened to the floor. This stopped her from falling sideways. Unfortunately, now the full weight of her body was completely resting on her pussy and Dana could tell this was not going to be comfortable for very long. ‘I think you can see the idea of the horse.’ Freja said with a small twinkle in her eye. ‘Someone will be back to look in on you in a few hours. In the meantime, you might like to think about how you can thank me in the morning.’ ‘Thank you? Thank you for what?’, spat Dana. ‘Why, for reintroducing you to your pussy of course,’ purred Freja, and with that Freja gave Dana a gentle slap on the rump and walked out, followed by the two masked women.
Charles jumped slightly as he heard the sound of Freja’s high heels clacking as she walked along the tiled corridor that passed his door. He must have nodded off while waiting for Dana’s return. The last 24 hours had been very long, but he still felt a pang of guilt for allowing himself to fall asleep while Dana was, who knows where, doing who knows what. Freja walked in, still dressed in tight leather, but wearing a different top. The leather did not cover her breasts, instead it accentuated them, pushing them up and out. Giving them the appearance in Charles’ mind, of fresh, ripe, juicy peaches ready to be squeezed. Charles could not help but move his gaze from her face to her breasts continually. As if reading Charles’ mind, Freja said sternly, ‘These are too good for you, my dear boy. You are not ready to feast on such fine food.’ Charles went a bright shade of red and started to stutter a denial of such thoughts. ‘Enough.’ said Freja waiving her riding crop in the air. She motioned to the same two masked women that had led Dana away. They obediently moved forward and opened Charles’ cell door. Quickly they placed his hands behind his back and cuffed them. They led him out of the cell and positioned him in the center of the room. Freja walked around him slowly, glancing over him like he was a horse for sale. She prodded him a few times here and there with her riding crop. Charles still found it difficult not to stare at her bare breasts. Freja caught his downward glance and suddenly lashed out with her riding crop, slicing him across the shoulder blades. He gave out a yelp of surprise as he arched his back. ‘Keep your eyes straight ahead,’ barked Freja. She then proceeded to inspect him once more, even grasping his penis to examine it more closely. Charles once again could feel himself blushing. ‘What are you doing?’ he said gruffly, trying to disguise his embarrassment. Unfortunately, Charles realized too late that he had made a mistake in speaking so roughly to Freja. No sooner had the words left his mouth, did he feel another burning sensation, this time across his bare buttocks, but it did not stop at one. The crop whistled through the air five times before Charles could even take a breath.
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