Episode 8

Katie walked back to her car , chatting to one of the other ladies from the early morning bathing session. This was a leathery skinned and plummy old dear who could be any age between fifty and eighty.

"I can see you are a pretty confirmed naturist, my dear!" said this pleasant woman as she admired Katie's bronzed body, which she had just seen in the altogether as they has showered in the changing room.

"You what?" Katie was a little confused.

"That lovely over all sun tan, you silly! What tropical paradise have you been to, showing the locals your special talents!!"

Katie could not deceive this sweet old dear and started to explain herself.

"You don't know who I am, do you? Well you must have read about the Journalist covering the Economic Summit who was locked up for so many weeks. I am she!!"

"But!!! How did you get such a colour, locked up in a cell all that time?

Katie explained how she had been chained and exposed to the elements day and night for so long.

"But - I still don't get it, why not tell everyone what happened"

"Can't say. But somehow it just seemed so cheap and nasty and I thought I would be a laughing stock, chained up like that. I was being photographed all day and every day and the pictures will be all over the web, ready to pop up and destroy my career at any time"

"Never mind my dear you're with friends now and home and safe!

And the two women - one young , barefoot and semi-naked and the other old and wrapped up against the cold, prepared to part.

"Can I give you a lift?" said Katie.

"Oh no, my sweet ,I live on the other side of the Heath. I love my morning walks. What a shame you don't live around here. I'm sure you'd love it. It's like a village in so many ways, without all the gossip and tittle tattle you get in real villages. It's a perfect place to live. You should try to find somewhere around here.

As Katie drove back into Town, she thought about this lady's words. This was a heavenly district and she already longed to live here. BUT. EXPENSIVE!!

She had made tentative enquiries with local estate agents. As she had feared,  the property prices were sky high around here!! If she sold her house she would only get a two bedroom apartment for that kind of money. Yes!! But!! she would be within walking distance of this heavenly place. The thought of walking over in the early morning, the feel of the dew-laden grass on her naked feet was so utterly intoxicating that she had difficulty controlling her driving for some minutes. Hell!! She'd do it!! She just had to live in this idyllic area!

And if a flat was all she could afford, so be it!

No stairs, no cellar!!

WHAT ABOUT CHARLIE?

She shrieked with laughter as, for the twentieth time at least,  she relived the ludicrous interlude last night when that psychopath Charlie Ford had come round to see her.

She had kicked and punched the sh*t out of the pitiful old lardbutt and marched him down to the cellar , in his shirtsleeves and shivering in the cold of her unheated house, frequently and energetically kicking his fat arse as she did so. She'd excelled at the Martial Arts at school and college. Pity Charlie didn't know that before he tried to use force on her. Well - he certainly knew now!

"Don't shut me up, lovey. Please, I beg you. I have a weak heart. Do you want to kill me?" He had pleaded as she propelled into the dark and chilly room.

"It could have killed ME, being chained up like a dog in all weathers That didn't seem to bother you you evil old bastard".

She had kicked the old degenerate inside, pushed the door to and left him, sobbing and begging for mercy.

It had taken the pathetic old prick twenty minutes to discover that the door was unlocked.

Katie had watched quaking and squealing with helpless mirth as the old sod had crept up the stairs from the cellar and gently opened the front door hoping not to be detected and dragged downstairs again!.

"Forgotten something, you old bugger!" Katie had yelled and thrown his shoes, socks , coat etc at him and kicked him down her front steps, hoping as she did so that no one was passing.

"I wonder how he explained his facial injuries to that long-suffering wife of his"

Katie liked old Jane Ford who seemed always to be in such awe of her husband.

"I'd have left the gross, boozy old sod long ago if I were her. Love is certainly blind in her case!"

FEAR STALKS KATIE -DANGER LURKS EVERYWHERE!!

He would not forget this in a hurry. She had better watch out. She'd called his bluff about the pictures and dared him to do his worst and this ploy seemed to have worked, at least for now. Despite her bravado, she was not at all anxious to see the photos made public and she was sure they would be in time, unless Charlie came up with a better way of getting at her.

And he had at least one accomplice, in the shape of that fellow who had posed as the Consul. Who and where was that guy? She'd recognise him if she saw him and had been on the lookout for him, but so far - nothing.

Oh. Yes, Mr C. Ford would be determined to bring this smart-arsed lady to heel and get his own back for all the harm she had done to him - to say nothing of the humiliation of being so comprehensively roughed-up by a slim and pretty young woman.  She must watch her back and watch it well in the days and weeks ahead!

The old has-been had long ceased to work for any one organisation and obtained commissions where and when he could. He didn't need the money any more and ought to be sensible and retire to some nice warm place where the booze was cheap and spend the rest of his days in an alcoholic daze. But he still remembered his great times as a respected financial pundit and dreamt of a come back. It had obvioulsy unhinged him to think that this slip of a high-flying girl, only a few years out of university was his superior. She was more and more an object of jealous hatred and this was bad news, as she had good cause to know.

BACK TO WORK

The major part of this day, Tuesday, was spent out and about in the financial district, interviewing various bigwigs, including a visiting foreign central bank chairman. Katie did not get back to her office until late afternoon, to discover , to her relief that the heating had been turned off (Office Services had said it couldn't be done - but Katie had been adamant) and they had managed to get the window open. for her so that a chilly draught penetrated every corner of the room.

On getting into this private sanctum she pulled off her smart jacket, displaying underneath a sleeveless blouse which tied up under her rib-cage, revealing several inches of toned and tanned stomach. What with that and the rather brief, hip-hugging skirt that she had daringly donned that morning, it was small wonder that her secretary's eyes seemed to be popping out of her head when she came in to the room with the day's correspondence. What was happening to her previously strait-laced, smart, formally - dressed young boss!

"Thanks, Jill. I am going to be working from home quite a bit for a few days and I want you round at my house for a couple of hours tomorrow to take down a bit of dictation. Wear something warm, I'm having trouble with the heating."

"You seem to having touble with the heating in your office, Katie er?"

"No, I'm not feeling cold dear, that will be all"

And the mystified secretary slunk out, shaking her head.

"It's bloody freezing in her room and yet she's only half-dressed. I think she's gone soft in the head, if you want my opinion. Too many brains aren't good for you,! Geniuses are all nutters." was her verdict delivered to some of her friends in the pub after work.

This opinion was strengthened next day when she went round to Katie's house to take down the articles that her boss was to dictate to her. She went through into the study only to see Katie in that state of total undress that had become her preferred attire.  She was soon put at her ease. Katie's obvious happiness at being naked seemed to communicate itself to her employee.
 
 
SOME WEEKS LATER -

KATIE'S  DRIVE INTO DANGER - HER DAYS ON THE RUN!

This financial mogul certainly likes his privacy, mused Katie O'Brien as she waited for the remote-controlled gates to open, and saw them close behind her, before she drove the two miles up the winding driveway,to reach the rather gloomy looking country house which Wong Chow Ming was renting for his stay over here. The whole estate seemed to be surrounded by a high wall, which was topped by electrified barbed wire. He certainly seemed anxious to avoid unwelcome visitors!

The whole place seemed grim and unwelcoming to Katie as she pulled up in front of the house and noticed some kind of pony cart standing in the driveway.

"Funny no one has heard about this Mr Wong before." But the invitation to spend a few days interviewing in depth this important and rising star of the Pacific Rim tiger economies had been very tempting. She could be onto yet another exclusive story.  Eat your rotten heart out, Charlie Ford!

She rang the doorbell, the door opened and she was looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

"Don't come in Miss O'Brien! I think you need another generous dose of fresh air!  We have some fun prepared for you out here in the cold. Get undressed - Apparently you have come to like that, and we are happy to accommodate you!" said the bogus Consul. "Don't try my patience. I saw the results of what you did to my cousin last month and no one gets away with doing that to him. You are about to be given a very hard lesson, my dear young lady - very hard indeed!"

Cursing herself for her stupidity in not checking properly into the background of the possibly mythical Mr Wong , Katie obeyed and, shivering already in the cold, was directed to stand between the shafts of the pony cart.

THE TROTS FOR KATIE!

Oh! Bloody Hell! She was about to become a Pony Girl! She had seen a film once - one of those rubbish films which she had such a taste for! Several nice young ladies had been inveigled into becoming human equines and spend time pulling gross men around a secluded estate until they dropped. She remembered that  tails had been inserted into the rectums of the ladies of burden involved and she was hoping this would not be her fate. Sadly, though, the next thing she saw was a fat lady emerge from the house holding the dreaded and alarmly long dildo from one end of which hung a generously bushy ponytail. It was soon inserted none too gently into her rectum. She gasped and jerked in horror as this thing slid its cold and thrusting way up into her interior. Not a nice experience at all and she did not doubt that more unpleasantness was to come. She wondered whether she was to be shod in hoof shaped boots - but this seemed not to be about to happen.  It looked as if she was to be barefoot for her time as a beast of burden. The insert was already causing discomfort and she wondered how long it would be inside her.

Another large woman came out of the house and proceeded to harness the naked, shivering Katie to the cart, kicking with expert viciousness at her bare shins from time to time as she  did so.  The two women together secured her arms  tightly behind her with her elbows firmly together together. Straps were attached to a thick leather girdle around her slim waist. A bit was placed in her mouth. The two ladies mounted the pony trap and one of them lightly tapped a riding crop across Katie's shoulders.

"Giddy up horsey"

Obeying this injunction, Katie pulled the heavy burden back down the long driveway - a driveway she had so recently driven up in blithe ignorance of the horrors in store for her.  The surface was rough and stony and although her feet were tough enough by now, it was far from pleasant. She got the cart moving, slowly at first but with each hard pull she got the contraption moving at a fast walking pace and gradually upped the speed.

A sharper tap from the riding crop, raised a red weal across her shoulders.

"Get a move on you tart! Lets have a bit of speed out of you, let's see a bit of sweat, you shameless slut!"

Impelled by the cut across her back and a certain steely something in the lady's tone of voice, she found herself running despite her feet being cut into by the gravelled surface of the driveway. Katie was able to keep up a reasonable pace along the flat, the cart had very large wheels and this seemed to help,  but after a few minutes she was appalled to see the track rise steeply up a long hill. She would surely have to slow down to get up that! After the first few yards up the slope, with the gravel seeming sharper than ever to her tormented soles, her heart began to beat overtime and there was a pain in her chest as she exerted herself right up to the limit of her powers. No use - she must ease up or die!

 She heard the whip hiss viciously through the air, like an irritable snake,  before the leather landed full square on her delicious rump! Then the sharp impact resounded in the crisp cold air. "CRACK!" SHIT! That hurt - and how! With only a split second's pause the whip struck again. "CRACK!" She realised that both these obese horrors were armed with whips and using both in turn to punish her lazy fat arse (as they put it). She put on a spurt and almost regained the same speed that she had achieved on level ground, even though the reins were cutting into her shoulders and causing great discomfort. The pain in her chest reached a peak and began to subside. Amazing what one is capable of when a bit of well aimed encouragement is applied to the rear end!

For three hours she pulled this grisly couple around the estate, never being permitted to slacken her pace and being painfully belaboured for even thinking about slowing down. It was as if they anticipated her heartfelt desire to ease up and punished her just as she was about to slacken the pace. "Hell I'd be tired running this fast even without that cart." she thought as she came to the hill for the tenth time and felt her arse on fire once again as the sadistic duo lashed away with a furious gusto of which such overweight dames ought, by rights, to be quite incapable!  

There were plenty of steep slopes to get up, apart from the one that had first brought her backside its initial pasting, and she was amazed that she managed to maintain her speed even when pulling her heavy load uphill. She saw herself,  through a pink mist of pain,  make circuit after wearisome circuit of the grounds of this house of horrors.

 Despite the bitter cold of the day, she was gleaming with sweat  when, finally she was forced to bring the ladies back to the house.  They left her, standing exhausted between the shafts. Had she not been harnessed, she would surely have collapsed from the sheer extemity of her exhaustion. She prayed for sleep as she had never prayed for anything in her life before.

Her feet were sore,  the weal on her shoulder stung and her poor buttocks were aflame with pulsating agony. She had tried to avoid further cuts of the riding crops by giving her all to the task, and keeping up, and even increasing, her cracking pace, but nothing seemed to avail her where these two were concerned. They had worked her half to death and kept applying the slashing  whips to her gleaming red bottom with only the briefest of respites for the whole time.  Her butterfly tattoo seemed to casue this fearsome pair much rage and disgust. It could hardly be seen after the first few minutes as the whip cut into it time and time again.  For the first and only time in her life, she began to regret having it done!

She waited, still harnessed,  for an hour. The cold began to eat into her.

Finally the ladies re-emerged  and Katie was fed and watered, greedily taking her food from the nosebag provided and lapping at the pail of water placed under her face. She was aware of the total humiliation of all this but her thirst overcame all scruples.  The tail was removed, much to her relief, as she was dying for a crap by this time.

"Don't shit over over the path, you tart!" said one of the delightful ladies. "We'll show you where to go. Hang on until then if you know what's good for you!"

Then this gross couple remounted the cart and a wickedly stinging blow induced her to take them for another ride. Katie was desperate to relieve herself by now but heeded the awful warning and strained to hold herself in while at the same time keeping up a fast trot to shield herself from futher chastisement.  A tug on the rein directed her after twenty minutes or so and at the furthest point away from the house, to go over some rough and recently dug ground. Here she voided her near bursting bladder and emptied her bowel while still running. The awfulness of this degradation was something she had not experienced even in the darkest days of her recent captivity. If she had thought her troubles to have been over when she was finally released - how wrong can you get!

This second outing for the two ladies  was a much longer one than the first and after five hours, Katie was barely able to keep the cart moving at all. The last time they came to the long and steep hill, she was out on her feet half the way up and would never know how she got her gross burden to the very top. The ceaseless lashing to her bare backside was something she only vaguely heard as the whips made their crisp and sharp contact. The pain was just part of a larger hurt which enveloped her whole body by this time. If there had ever been a time in her life when she was not in agony, she no longer remembered it. Poor Katie  was scarcely conscious when the ladies finally dismounted.

Darkness had fallen long before this was over and Katie was at length unharnessed and led into some outbuilding - a stable! They pushed her onto a bale of straw and left her.  She did not have time to look around at her prison before she fell asleep. It seemed only seconds after being put in her stall before she found herself being roused and fed and watered. Only one of the two fat bitches did this.

"Come on, you little tart! Time we got to work! Have a shit and then we put the tail in again! Do you like your nice tail? ANSWER ME, you cow!" A stinging slap across the face drew blood.

"What do you think, you obese old witch?"

"SLAP! PUNCH SLAP! PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH!" The blows rained down on the bound and defenceless girl and she was on the point of passing out. There was no point in asking for yet more of this.

"I love my fine tail, Mistress!"

SLAP, SLAP, PUNCH!

"What are you?" PUNCH.

"A pony, Mistress"

PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH. Kate=ie was on the verge of tears. What did she have to say to stop this working over she was getting?

"Whose pony?"  The voice was hard and merciless. Plenty more blows to come from this ugly cow!

"My mistresses' pony."

"Better!  Are you happy with your tail?"

"The Mistresses' Pony is very happy with her lovely tail, Mistress!"

"That's better, you tart!"

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It was not yet light when she was led out and harnessed again to the hated cart. How many days of this are they going to put me through? she asked herself fearfully. She guessed it might be as long an ordeal as that in the Middle East. She felt awfully alone again. If only she had an ally against these people! But she had been sworn to secrecy and had told nobody where she was going, not even her faithful secretary. What a fool she had been to fall into such a trap.

It had not been too warm in the stable, but she had been too dog-tired to notice that. Outside again the cold made her gasp - or would have done had not the bit made gasping difficult! The evil pair made her wait half an hour gradually losing the feeling in her hands and feet. Finally they came out just as it was getting almost light. They started her on a morning run around the park.

Katie was a fit and strong girl and she had wonderfully powerful legs that could give an opponent a kick as hard as any mule.  These fine legs were being tested and tested to their limit today. Her first run started at half past seven and went on until lunch at one, when she was left to shiver and feel her sweat turing to icicles. Five and a half hours of non-stop torture and she had come through. Despite her terror and anger at what was happening to her, she felt a bit of pride in that body of hers!  Part of her was wondering what fresh challenges would come her way and almost welcoming the prospect.

Despite their bulk and obvious love of good food and plenty of it, the two tormentors were back in the trap and wielding their whips at one thirty. At six-thirty they repaired indoors for their evening meal and Katie was given her second meal of the day. She was far more thirsty than hungry, wondering how she had kept up such a pace for six long horrible hours with perspiration rolling down her face and body in a veritable torrent.

"Sweats like a pig, doesn't she!" said one to the other as they looked at her gleaming flanks and how the whips raised a sweaty spray every time they cut into her smooth young flesh.

"Like a sow, more like!" laughed the other.

Eight hours yesterday and ten and a half hours already today, she thought. And the day is not over yet!  There was no way they were finished with her yet awhile before she got to sleep.

Happily for Katie, the evening session was the shortest of the day. The two ladies emerged at seven-thirty and only kept her at it for four hours before putting her back in the stable with a saucer of water and a basin of disgusting gruel from which she ate like a dog before falling asleep, her face still in the bowl..

WITH ONE MIGHTY BOUND SHE WAS FREE!

"I've got to get out of here" Katie had just been put back into her stable prison. It was three days since these awful women had first put her between the shafts of the cart. They had been three of the most horrible days of her life. When she had been tied up in that station yard, at least she had been able to rest and sleep. Now she was worked and worked day after awful day and there was no sign that these two bitches were tiring of the fun!

 For three days she had been around that estate so many times that her poor feet knew every sharp stone of the gravel path by heart. She must have stepped on each individual razor sharp bit of gravel a dozen times or more! The third day had been the worst by far. It had not been light when they had dragged her out at four in the morning , after a mere three hours asleep and it must have been near midnight when her ordeal had come to an end. Nineteen hours they had worked her and she knew she could not take too much more of this.

 "Have you enjoyed your day, you tart?" one of the two had asked as she was put back to bed. A raised fist made Katie swallow her pride again.

"Thank you, Mistress. I have loved it and I hope to serve you both again tomorrow." 

This had been greeted by a laugh and a hard punch to Katie's sore belly. Then she had been left alone to spend a few hours before Heaven knew what agonies on the morrow. No. This had got to stop. Every part of her body ached. Her bottom was raw and bleeding  and all her muscles were crying out in agony.

The bonds on her arms were expertly tied and  Katie had despaired by this time of ever getting free of them.  Any attempt to loosen the leather starps caused her agonies and was obvioulsly futile. The metal bit had been removed late last night but her teeth were no use - she was no contortionist! This time she noticed something as her eyes became accustomed to the darkness.  She was in a different part of the stable this time. The original straw bed was getting to stink and the captors had decided to move her to a fresh spot. She saw what might be an abandoned millstone lying in a corner. At least, that was what it looked like, if only she could get near enough with her arms tied.  What a shame she had not noticed that a few days ago!

By painful degrees she raised herself and tottered uncertainly on her tired legs and sore feet towards her possible salvation, falling a few times in the near total darkness and getting a few cuts and bruises to add to her already rich collection. Finally she was next to the rough stone and began feverishly to work herself up and down it to cut through the leather.  At the cost of a few abrasions to her arms and wrists she finally got her arms free and the fastening on the door was, mercifully, not the most secure and burglar-proof piece of equipment. Outside in the forecourt she saw her car standing where she had left it all that long painful time ago. She had passed that car many, many times in the last few days and wondered if she would ever get to drive it again!

She crept cautiously up to it and the key was still in the ignition. No sign of her clothes, though. There was no way of guessing the time, but she guessed it would be a couple of hours before the two fatties were up and about. She started her car and drove furiously down the long drive and straight at the closed gates and burst through them.

Back at her home after a long drive, during which she had forced herself to keep driving despite her tiredness and continuing pain,  Katie parked her battered car outside the house and realised that her house keys were with her discarded clothes, together with her mobile phone. She was nude and shivering in the cold December night. An all too familiar situation.

"I'm really getting used to this", she thought and then spotted with a pang of hope an open bathroom window!

"I'd never be able to climb up to that!" She had heard about people climbing drain pipes before now, and her chance to test whether or no it were possible had arrived! Lucky old me!! She reached up and grasped the drainpipe pushing her bare and sore feet against the rough brickwork. Slowly she raised herself up, inch by inch, her arms wrapped around the drainpipe and her bare, pretty toes splayed out against the wall. Happily for Katie and sadly for any potential voyeurs, it was late at night and no one passed by.

"Wow, life is certainly getting interesting", she gasped to herself as she lay exhausted on the bathroom floor. If that window had been a millimetre narrower, she would have been hopelessly stuck. How she had avoided losing her footing and falling to the ground, she would never know.

"Well - you can climb up a drainpipe, you clever old thing! One more accomplishment - one more latent talent discovered !

She fell asleep where she lay and felt stiff and sore when she awoke.  She had been asleep for twenty eight hours! A whole day had been lost.

Time to get down to the pond. She was still sporting her tiny shorts and truncated top, and flashing her bare feet, sore from her trials of the last few days. Her arse what could be seen of it (which was quite a lot!) was a colourful sight too, with purple vying with yellow and scarlet to catch the attention of all who passed by and saw! What with her continuing discomfort from her three days in hell, the increasing cold was making her wonder if this bravado could continue much longer. Probably not!

"Have a nice few days in the country?", one of her fellow swimmers asked her.  Then she saw Katie's raw and well belaboured buttocks, shown up to excellent effect by her tiny thong,  and gasped.

"Interesting"said Katie in a tone of voice which killed the conversation stone dead.

LATER THAT DAY

"We'll look into it of course, Miss. But that house has been empty for months."

The Police drove her out to the sinister, threatening pile and the gates were open, although there was no sign of damage. Someone had done a pretty good rapid replacement or repair job.

Her clothes were where she had left them the day before and the house was locked and obviously deserted. And the pony trap was still there. She looked at with renewed fear  and all the horror came back to her. How had she managed to pull that thing with two heavy fat women all around the estate for three whole long days? She would never be able to fathom it out as long as she lived!

"I suppose I could take someone  round for another spin if I liked - like a ride officer?"  

"We'll get the agent to go over the premises and see if there are any clues as to your friends. Let's have a look at the stable."said the policeman, ignoring Katie's witticism. He was inclined to doubt this young woman, even if she she was a respected member of her profession and he had made some very satisfactory investments, thanks to the good advice in her weekly column.

But, he was totally unprepared on meeing her for her appearance. Short skirt, bare legs and a lot of tanned, trim stomach on view under that unbuttoned jacket. And in December with the temperature getting down to the thirties! Some women are so grossly shameless and set on flaunting themselves that they  will suffer any discomfort. But she was a financial pundit of genius. 

There on the floor of the stable, was the leather strap which had secured her arms, together with the rest of the harness. And there was the millstone. Thank heaven there was at least some evidence to back up her story. A DNA test would connect it to her, and the police investigation would continue.

No evidence was ever found to link any one with the house and Charlie Ford's cousin seemed to have vanished into thin air. Katie realised as the weeks went by that she was up against a much more formidable opponent than the idiot, Ford. The bogus Consul was a pretty clever guy, and he would be after her!

And who were those fat women??  Whoever they were, Katie had a few scores to settle with them, as her still smarting bottom constantly reminded her. But it wasn't just the pain. It was the way she had been forced to grovel to them that made her long for vengeance.

To be continued.