Excerpt from "The Bride of St. Evals" by Simon Grail

 

What came next was a parade up and down the length of the High Street and a circuit about the village green.

Tim, beaming with foolish pride, led Annabel by her leash along the fronts of the shops and houses and past the eyes of the other shoppers and sightseers, so they could see the rings freshly gleaming in her flesh. He was showing her off as if he had just acquired some prized pet!

Annabel kept her eyes lowered and tried not to catch anybody else's gaze. She could not bear the thought of somebody looking her in this state. Somehow the rings made to feel even more naked than she had before. They shone and sparkled and twinkled and called attention to her inexplicably hard nipples and now totally nude pussy, which tingled and throbbed. They showed that she no longer had any say over what was done to her body.

It gave her little comfort knowing that she was not alone in her humiliation and public exposure. Even with her eyes lowered she saw the naked limbs of other sex pets as they were also led along after their masters. And then curiosity made her gaze flick upwards to see how they were ringed and restrained.

This meant that she saw many naked pussies, some more heavily ringed than her own. She also saw many pairs of rolling female buttocks, often blushing from some recent spanking. Sometimes, she saw all of a girl's body as they shuffled forward on their hands and knees after their master or mistress, with a basket strapped to their backs. Their dangling breasts bobbed and swayed beneath them. They were being used as living shopping trolleys!

In those postures she could not avoid seeing their faces as well. Invariably they were at the very least gagged and usually confined behind the straps of bridles. She tried to read their expressions. They did not seem as distraught as she would have expected. Some seemed to show a kind of desperate, almost doglike eagerness to keep close to their owners heals, glancing up at them for reassurance.

Was that better or worse than some display of misery or anger?

It was as she was being shown off, that the height of the sun in the sky intruded upon her confused thoughts. Judging by that it must be around midday, Annabel realized. She had no idea how long it had taken for Tim to bring her to St Evals, or how long she had been senseless, but if everything had gone to the original plan, she would have been getting married to Craig about now. This was meant to be her wedding day! Instead, thanks to Tim, just about everybody she knew now thought she had run off with her doubts to get her head straight. She hoped they were thinking of her, but none of them could possibly imagine any of this!

After twenty minutes of public exposure, Tim retraced his steps and led Annabel off the High Street and back up the side lane to Rose Cottage. Annabel breathed a sigh of relief as the front door closed behind them. At least she was no longer on show and exposed to a hundred pairs of strange eyes. Now she only had to endure being a naked, helpless, newly ringed sex toy!

Tim unclipped her leash and hung it on a coat peg and then looked her in the eye. 'If I take your gag out, do you promise to control yourself?'

She nodded.

He pulled her gag out, and then led her into what was evidently the cottage's sitting/dining room. It had a large TV and a sofa at one end and a sturdy dining table at the other, with an arch leading through to a small kitchen at the back. Tim led Annabel into it.

A young woman, naked except for a collar, plastic sandals and a clear plastic bib-fronted pinnie, which concealed nothing, was standing in front of a worktop slicing vegetables. As they entered, she turned away from her work and went down on her knees and bowed her head meekly to Tim.

'Master.'

'Thank you, Rose,' Tim said. 'Stand up and let Annabel have a look at you.'

The girl stood and clasped her hands behind her neck and spread her legs, displaying herself. Annabel could not help but stare at her.

She was maybe nineteen or twenty, with an even, light, golden tan that showed no traces of swimsuit shadow nor even paler areas where clothes might have shielded her skin. She had a heart-shaped face, brown hair tied in bunches with pink ribbons, brown eyes, a neat nose, and a bright mischievous smile. She had a trim figure with high small breasts that were tipped by dimpled and distinct brown nipples. Her waist was tight flaring to slim hips and rounded buttocks. Her pussy was smooth and hairless and cleft by a deep furrow. Her nose, nipples and labia, both inner and outer, were also pierced by large gold rings.

'Rose is our maid for your stay,' Tim explained. 'She comes with the cottage, which I hired specially. She'll keep it clean and do the cooking and serve us. You'll learn a lot from her.'

As he was speaking, Tim handled Rose intimately, turning her around as he showed her off to Annabel, patting and stroking her as he did so. Rose smiled at his touch, flashing bright white teeth, Annabel then saw that she had a large stud in her tongue. She also had a plate riveted to the side of her collar. It read: Rose of Rose Cottage, and it also had a barcode beside it. She was tagged like a piece of property like she was. Disconcertingly, however, Rose appeared perfectly meek and submissive and yet also bright and somehow confident.

'Well, isn't she pretty?' Tim asked.

What was she expected to say? 'Yes, she is... very pretty.'

Tim frowned. 'What have you forgotten?'

'Master,' Annabel said quickly. 'She's very pretty... Master.'

Rose smiled.

'The first lesson she's going to help teach you is making love together for your master's pleasure like good submissive girls,' Tim said. 'You can use the dining room table. She goes underneath and you go on top. I want to see plenty of tonguing. You don't stop until you both cum. Off you go...'

Rose beamed in apparent excitement and anticipation. She stepped over to the dining room table and pulled a chair away from one end as if making way for them. Annabel, however, gaped at Tim in disbelief. 'Me... m... make love to her? No... I'm not a lesbian... I can't!'

Tim frowned. 'Rose: bring me the spanking paddle from the hall.'

Rose ran quickly into the hall and brought back the spanking paddle, bowing her head as she handed to him.

Tim caught hold of a fistful of Annabel's hair and pushed her face down over the end of the dining room table, flattening her breasts against its cool polished top. With her arms still strapped behind her in their plastic binder, she could not resist him.

'You belong to me and you will do what I tell you when I tell you without question!' Tim said sternly.

The paddle swished through the air and cracked against Annabel's bottom. Her pale buttocks shivered under the impact and she shrieked in pain. Half a dozen hard blows fell upon her backside until her rear cheeks were glowing red and her tears were dripping onto the tabletop. Then Tim pulled her upright again, shivering in pain and fear.

'Rose, get in position...'

Quickly, Rose scrambled up onto the table and lay on her back opening her legs wide to expose her pretty ringed pussy. She was breathing hard as if in anticipation and her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed.

'See how joyfully she obeys me?' Tim said, shaking Annabel by her hair and forcing her to look at the other girl. 'Doesn't she look lovely and appealing? Wouldn't anybody want to make love to her? Now get on top of her and do it! Unless you want me to beat your bottom until its scarlet!'

He let go of Annabel. She looked at the determined expression on his face and the spanking paddle and then at Rose. He meant it! Her stomach knotted up. She had never made love to another woman before. But had no choice.

Trembling and snivelling, she climbed awkwardly onto the table and shuffled about on her knees until she straddled over Rose with her groin above her head, while she gazed down into Rose's smooth shaven and brightly ringed cleft. She stared down at it, frozen in disbelief. How could she...

Rose made the first move by taking hold of her hips and pulling her groin down into her own face. She kissed Annabel's sex lips gently and then rubbed her nose through her cleft almost playfully. Her tongue flicked out, probing deeper, and Annabel groaned and shuddered.

The sensation was not exactly unpleasant, but it was shocking. However, she had broken the ice. There was no turning back. Annabel settled her head and shoulders down, her breasts pressing against Rose's stomach, and dipped her face into her soft vulva. It was so smooth, as if she was kissing a pair of very full lips. And they smelt of perfume... yes, of course: Rosewater! Her labia rings felt strange as they brushed against her cheeks. There was a spicy natural scent rising from it that mingled with her perfume. Slippery wetness smeared her nose and cheeks. With every breath she took she inhaled more of the raw intimate scent of Rose the person and not the flower.

Meanwhile, Rose's eager lips and tongue had been busy in her own groin, lapping and sucking and nibbling away with confidence. Annabel moaned and shuddered, feeling her loins beginning to fill with helpless arousal. Dizzy and confused, she began to probe deeper into Rose's vulva with her own tongue. How could she be responding like this? She had never had any sexual feelings towards women. She wasn't a lesbian!

With a sideways glance through misty eyes she saw Tim sitting watching them while grinning in delight.

She was not a lesbian, but she was a slave girl with a freshly beaten bottom obeying her Masters command. Apparently in St. Evals that was reason enough for a woman to do anything she was told; however sick it was. She did not have the strength to fight him so she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible.

Annabel sobbed and redoubled her efforts, sucking and tonguing and rubbing and nibbling at Rose's sopping cleft with frantic passion. She realized that her nipples were doubly hard, stimulated by her rings as they rubbed across Rose's flesh. Her juices were pouring out of her pussy over Rose's face, while she was almost drowning in the milky up-welling from Rose's hot depths. Between them they were making such a mess on the table!

And then Rose gave a gasp of delight and bucked her hips and squirted her juices all over Annabel's face. She had just time to register the fact that the girl had cum over her, when she did the same thing to Rose.

Annabel swum through a few seconds of bliss beyond any care or worry, as waves of orgasmic delight tore through her. And then the two of them sank onto a sweaty heap on the tabletop.

Dimly, Annabel heard Tim saying, 'You see, that was fun!'