3. Breakfast buffet
(This is a chapter from Rabbit Island by Aurelius)
At the first signs of the new dawn, the eight naked and handcuffed bunnies began
to emerge from the cocoons. No elaborate unwrapping was necessary, the sheets
would just fall to the floor as they stood up.
The movement inside the cabin was sufficient to wake Jessica from her dreamless
restful sleep. She laid there enjoying her half-awake time as she always did.
She must have dozed off again because Kelly had returned to wake her. Jessica
was the only one still sleeping.
"Jessica...You've got to get up now. It's nearly time for breakfast."
Jessica wriggled herself to the end of the bed and stood up. The sheet fell to
the floor at her feet. Jessica shreiked, having momentarily forgotten about her
naked, handcuffed state. Her instinctive response, to raise her hands to protect
her nakedness was cruelly curtailed by the handcuffs.
"Shit, I forgot I was handcuffed!", she said to Kelly explaining her outburst.
Kelly took Jessica to the same water spout that Kate showed her yesterday. It
was at least five minutes walk from the cabin but Jessica noticed the well trod
path. She would be able to find it by herself in future. After Kelly had drunk
her fill Jessica positioned herself under the narrow trickle of water. She was
thirsty and the water tasted so good! Jessica let the cool water run all over
her face like being under a very weak shower.
"Jessica! Don't bother with that", Kelly called out.
Jessica turned around to see Kelly jumping into the small pool alongside her.
Jessica didn't hesitate to follow, certainly not long enough to think how cold
the water would be. They were both whooping with delight at the shock to the
system of the cold water. Fed from the same water they were drinking from, they
knew it was safe for bathing. Getting out of the water was easy as steps had
been constructed under the water at the time of the pool's construction.
With no option of towelling themselves dry Kelly led Jessica straight on to the
next part of their mornings duties.
"Here is where we...um...",Kelly hesitated, as she looked for a polite phrase.
"Go to the bathroom?", offered Jessica using the American dialect's most well
known euphemism.
"You've got it! You can straddle the stream on these rocks and squat down. It
all seems to wash away alright. You can use leaves to clean yourself afterwards
if you want, but I don't bother anymore. Sumi says that most of the world
doesn't even use toilet paper. Do you think that's true?"
"She may be right!" - Jessica thought that was a tough question to ask a girl
from New York.
They finished their bathroom duties without further comment or need of foliage.
A gentle splashing in the stream indicated that Jessica had moved to the other
side of the world in at least one respect.
As they walked back to the cabin Jessica was pleased to learn that breakfast
would soon be served, and was curious to know how.
Back at the cabin there was a scene of naked women loitering. Seemingly relaxed
yet anxious at the same time, like when you don't know whether to be worried or
not. All eight women were now standing around near the cabin. In their midst was
a long stainless steel tray. It was about eight feet in length, nine inches wide
and with a lip about one inch high. It rested on one of primitive benches they
were sat on the previous evening.
Some of the women talked quietly but they were actually listening for something.
Eventually the noise came that the were expecting: A gentle rhythmic ringing of
small bells. The bells' sound stopped and they immediately took their positions
kneeling on their calves, four of them on each side of the steel tray.
"Sit next to me", Kate said to Jessica, resuming her role as unofficial minder.
Jessica and Kate had their backs to the beach and also to the direction that the
footsteps were coming from.
"Good morning bunnies!", came a man's cheery voice. An Australian. The mood
seemed to lighten as if the women were somehow relieved. Various greetings were
returned back to him.
Kate whispered to Jessica: "This is Ray. He's quite nice to us usually."
"It looks like there's a new bunny here this morning. Who would that be?", Ray
said, enjoying the sight before him. He liked this view; when they sat kneeling
bum on heels - it made their hips seem wider and more voluptuous and the waist
narrower. He also shared Jessica's appreciation of the collar and chain running
back to the cuffs. The shapely rear views of Kate and Juliette wearing this
arrangement and sitting next to each other had definitely stirred his loins.
Jessica also had her back to him and she had definitely passed his shape test. I
just need to get the new bunny set up with a collar and chain - he thought to
himself. He stood behind Jessica, his shadow cast upon her and Sumi opposite.
"You must be Jessica, the American Beauty. I know the bunnies will take care of
you here. If you behave yourself and do what the Masters tell you then your stay
here will be more pleasant for you. And make sure you listen to what your
friends say, or you will be punished."
Jessica looked up at him over her shoulder. He was a sunbleached blonde, heavily
tanned, wore khaki shorts and a smart white polo shirt. His mirrored sunglasses
seemed to reinforce his superiority over her, as did the Indiana Jones style
whip curled up in a circle and attached to his belt. She vaguely recognised him
from her awful week at the Lodge but didn't think she had had any direct contact
with him. This was true. Ray, however was fully aware of Jessica's history.
"Breakfast today is porridge followed by a sloppy spanish omelette. Fresh eggs,
potatos, onions and some melted cheese." He carried two insulated steel
containers and started to ladle the contents onto the tray. A reasonable dollop
of both was served in front of each bunny. They ate immediately in the only way
possible, 'mouth to food'.
He thought they looked 'cute', pretty women eating like pigs at a trough. As he
was partly responsible for cooking the breakfast, it gave him some satisfaction
to see his culinary efforts being devoured with gusto. Content that they were
all eating he carried out the routine inspection of the cabin. He was entitled
or rather - required, to deliver on-the-spot punishments for any infringement
such as mess in or around the cabin, or misbehaviour from the bunnies. Other
Masters on the breakfast rota were not as lenient as he was.
Everything in the world was in order as far as Ray was concerned: Another warm
sunny day on this tropical island doing a job he loved... Eight naked and
chained bunnies kneeling before him in good health and spirits... His new
ponygirl pair was pulling nicely... More good sex than he ever dreamed of! He
knew there were other things in life but right then he couldn't think of any.
The bunnies had soon finished their breakfast. Their long tray was almost as
clean as before breakfast started. The last of the breakfast was now around
their faces. Jessica, being new to this style of dining was somewhat more messed
up than the others."Jessica, it's breakfast, not a facepack", joked Kate rather
cruelly. Each bunny licked clean the face of her neighbour. Mostly this
consisted of a dab on the chin and nose. Jessica's face presented Kate with
another breakfast!
Ray saw the mess and appeared to be angry with them."bunny kate and and bunny
jessica... go to the old whipping post... now!"
They got up and headed for the post which was on the far side of the cabin, out
of sight of the other bunnies. Ray poured a litre bottle of orange juice into
the tray. Freshly squeezed from their own orange grove on the island. The six
remaining bunnies slurped happily.
Jessica had been whipped several times during her week in the Lodge and was
trembling with fear at the thought of a beating. There was also the New Whipping
Post just a few yards from where they ate their breakfast. It was used for
'public' punishments where the bunnies could witness the victims receiving their
punishment. The Old Whipping Post where Kate and Jessica were headed was used
when the Masters needed some privacy.
"Jessica, don't worry. He's just going to give us a quick swipe", Kate whispered
to reassure her trembling companion as they walked slowly to meet their
punishment. Jessica wasn't convinced. Ray soon caught up with them as the
walked.
"Ray, can I ask you something?", Kate enquired cautiously.
"Sure!"
"Have you seen Sandra lately? I really would like to know how she is doing."
Ray paused before replying. He had a little surprise in store for her, and the
whipping appointment was merely the pretext. They turned the corner of the cabin
near where the old whipping post stood. Nearby a gravel track came to any abrupt
end, or start, depending how you look at it. It was the winding track back to
the Lodge. Standing there were Ray's two ponygirls attached to his lightweight
single-axle trap. One of the ponygirls made an unintelligible vocal sound.
"Eeeiihhhh."
Kate turned to look at the ponygirls. One of them was Sandra.
"Oh my god! It's Sandra!"
Ray smiled as Kate ran over to Sandra. He loved reunions."No touching!" he
shouted as he and Jessica also walked over to the ponygirls.
Kate and Sandra stood face to face and had an animated conversation, although
Sandra's side of it consisted of nodding and various noises.
To Jessica's surprise, Ray put his hand on her arm in a friendly manner as he
led her over to the ponygirls. He was proud of his ponygirls and was keen to
show off to the new bunny.
"This is ponygirl karita...from Denmark and this is ponygirl sandra from
England. Ponygirl sandra used to be in your cabin before being transferred to
the stables four weeks ago. She's been on a tough training schedule since then
and yesterday she was presented with her first plume. This is her first full
working day."
Jessica remembered once seeing some pictures of ponygirls while taking her
degree in Linguistics at NYU. Some photos were passed around her sorority as a
kind of joke. She honestly thought such a ridiculous photos was some kind of
hoax. One of the photos was stuck to the notice board for a while. It
disappeared one day. No one ever suspected that Jessica had kept it for herself.
Now she was face to face with the real thing. She was dumbstruck!
The ponygirls were naked apart from thick leather straps fastened tight around
their bodies. They stood, quite calmly, with beads of sweat covering them. Both
were tall. Taller than Jessica, Kate or even Ray. Ornate plumes as the top of
the heads added further to their imposing stature.
Ray saw Jessica's open-mouthed expression of awe, and decided to give Jessica
and Kate a guided tour.
"I've got at least half an hour to kill while I wait for Pedro so why don't I
show you and Kate around my ponies?", he said to Jessica. Being around four
naked bound females was the most natural thing in the world to him.
He had been a sports instructor in his previous existence, and proceded to show
the ponies to the girls in instructor-style detail; pointing, tugging and
stroking his ponies as he explained.
"There are three main parts to the ponygirls outfit. The bridle, the harness and
the boots", pointing to each section of karita's outfit as he said the words.
Jessica with her interest in linguistics enjoyed his pronunciation of bridle
which sounds like as broydle. 'Classic Australian' she thought.
He continued: "Let's start at the top with the bridle: By which I mean all the
straps and fittings around her head and in her mouth. There are two straps going
around the head. On top we've got the brow strap. It fits tightly around the top
of the head right across the forehead. No buckle is needed as this is made to
measure for this pony. It can't slip down because of the plume strap fixed to
each side going over the top of her head. The other strap going around the head
is the bit strap which is always level with the mouth and ends in these two
large steel rings either side of the mouth. Next there are the two vertical
straps. This one starts at the brow strap runs down behind the ears then
intersects with the bit strap before buckling under the chin. I don't like to
make this too tight on a working day like today as it can dig into the neck.
"The vertical strap in front of the ears is called the blinker strap. Again it
intersects with brow and bit straps. This one also buckles under the chin and
should be always be tight because it keeps the jaw clamped against the bit in
her month. These little protruding squares of leather on the strap are, of
course, the blinkers as worn by racehorses. They prevent the ponygirl from
seeing anything to the side of her, thy cant even see each other. That way she
doesn't get distracted when running, she has to keep her eyes on the track in
front. The good thing about a made-to-measure 'headstall' is the clean lines of
straps because the only adjustments needed are done with the two chin straps.
"This little chain clipped on the bottom of the chinstrap and fixed to the band
above her tits is called a Martingale. It prevents any wild movements from her
head. In fact with this little chain in place they can't even turn their heads
enough to see each other."
"Now we come to the bit. This is the one I prefer for a working day. We call it
a gumshield bit. It has white gumshields for top and bottom teeth fixed to an
adjustable steel frame which clips onto the rings as you can see. Take a look in
her mouth. It's wedged open by the bit. You see she has a good open airway and
no chance of damaging her tongue or teeth. If I turn this wingnut at the side of
her mouth like this it turns a ratchet in her mouth, increases the angle of the
gumshields and you can see her mouth open wider. One more turn... yeah that's
better."
Karita stood relaxed and poised throughout the demonstration, apparently
enjoying the attention of her driver. Ray always handled her with great care and
respect yet had acquired the pony driver's technique of never addressing
ponygirls as if they were human. This was an integral part of their ponygirl
experience. But is doesn't mean they lacked dignity; it could be argued that
their lives were far more dignified than many of the females on the island that
were no more than slaves.
"Now we come to the harness. All the leather straps on her body actually make
single garment adjusted to fit the ponies perfectly. It's got to be good and
tight but still comfortable, otherwise her performance will suffer, and so will
she if there are any chaffing points.
"Ponygirl karita has three different harnesses... this is her working harness.
As you can see it's got a nice worn-in look. This harness has been around a few
years now. They get refurbished and refitted before they are allocated to a new
pony."
"Basically, what we have here is these three wide leather bands or belts, one
above the breasts, one below the breasts and one around the waist. The top band
goes outside the arms rather than in the armpits, the straps going over each
shoulder keep this band in the perfect position.At the front, this thin strap
running down the front from the top band to the waist band separates the breasts
very nicely."
The palm of his hand traced the strap slowly between Karita's good sized
breasts. He slipped his fingers under the vertical band and in doing so the back
of his hand touched Karita's breast. Karita closed her eyes for a moment,
apparently taking pleasure from his touch. He continued: "See how tight the
straps are?" You can see that the bands are buckled quite tightly in front of
her and padlocked just in case." He didn't elaborate just in case of what!
"Now step behind ponygirl karita so you can see how I fix her arms." Kate and
Jessica playing the attentive students followed him round to get a good view.
"Her lower arms are crossed and the wrists are held together by this thick strap
which is riveted to the back of her middle band. Buckled and padlocked of
course! The straps just above each elbow are tied off tightly at the back of the
waist band as you can see. That prevents unwanted arm movements and helps her to
maintain correct posture. The elbow and wrist straps are wool lined which so
they perfectly comfortable for long durations. The hands are not needed for
anything so we place them into a fist shape and lace them up tightly in into
these suede bags."
Jessica wondered whether Ray ever had to suffer what his ponygirls went through.
Of course he hadn't! She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself saying
something sarcastic about how helpful Ray was being to Karita, but if the
wisecracking Kate was keeping quiet then she should too.
"Now you see that at the back of each band are two D rings. So that gives us six
anchor points for the rig for each pony. It takes a pony driver quite a while to
learn how to balance the tension in each anchor point to get the best pull from
them. I think I'm getting pretty good at it now if I do say so myself. Can you
see that lever on the cart that looks like a gearstick? That's almost what it
is! If I push it forward it creates some slack in the top bands and allows the
ponies to lean forward more. Very useful when going up hill or carrying a load!"
"This brings us on to the reins. I think these are great! The ponygirls all have
the nippleds pierced and fitted with permanent rings. The reins start at their
nipple rings, connected to them with these nice little padlocks... they hardly
weigh a thing. The reins then go upwards from the nips, get threaded through the
bit rings by the side of her mouth and then go back into my hands. I can then
pull on the respective rein to indicate a left or right turn. Notice how it tugs
on their nipples when I pull. It soon gets their attention. But don't worry, the
nipples are more durable than you might think! It's actually quite safe because
the rein has what we call a stopper ring fitted at a particular position, so if
I pull hard the stopper gets caught by the bit ring. That means the nipple can
only be tugged about three or four inches maximum, before the stopper ring meets
the bit. Then the bit takes the strain."
"The other reins between her legs is for starting, stopping and changes in
speed. Again the reins start by being clipped on to the nipples, they meet to go
through a D ring at the front of the waistband, then downwards to their pussies,
creating this lovely Y shape. Then we come to the part I really like... there
are six rings through the labia -three on each side. arranged alternately. They
line up quite well so the reins can be threaded through all the rings then up
between their legs and back to me in the trap. As you can see my ponies are
perfectly hairless and well oiled down there, so there is minimal friction.
Ponygirl karita opted to have electrolysis done on her pubes, but I'm still
using wax on ponygirl sandra.
He stuck a finger through one of Karita's labia rings and pulled."You see? Quite
strong. They don't have to take any strain they just act like channels to keep
the reins right where they are most effective. Once again a stopper ring is
fixed into the rein at the right place so that it stops at the waist belt if I
pull tight."
He grabbed the reins behind Karita's bottom and pulled to demonstrate. Sure
enough the reins moved smoothly throught the labia rings and the breasts were
pulled down a few inches before the stopper rings met the waist band. Karita
yelped just once as if surprised rather than hurt by the demonstration.
"It looks like they could do with a little more oil down there. I'll get the
bottle." He reached into the small plastic crate under his seat and retrieved
the bottle of clear liquid. "This a like baby oil but more oily. Now hold out
you hand Kate and I'll just pour a little oil into it...there you are...now you
can take care of ponygirl sandra. Jessica, hold out your hand... you can
lubricate ponygirl karita. Be sure to get your fingers right under those rings
and the leather reins."
Kate did as requested. She stood right in front of Sandra, flashed her beautiful
friendly smile then turned her back to her old friend so that her palm could
easily rub in the oil. Jessica watched for a moment before doing the same with
Karita. It didn't take long to elicit obvious grunts of pleasure from both
ponygirls.
"Nice little ponygirl....mmmh.. You like that, don't you?... Does that feel nice
when I touch you there?", Kate said to Sandra while massaging in the oil. She
ensured that Ponygirl Sandra's clitoris was properly oiled along with the rest
of her pussy area.
"Hey, you little sluts! That's enough now. This is supposed to be a vehicle
maintenance session, not an orgy! Still... it looks like you've done a good
job... Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Ray hadn't finished his little tour yet. He pointed to the ponies' leather
boots. They shared the same russet brown colour as the bridle and harness
straps. Now Jessica knew a thing or two about shopping for shoes and clothes but
never had she seen anything like these. They laced up to just below the knee and
looked quite durable. But where there should have been a heel there was nothing,
just the space where the high high should be. A substantial hoof-like shape
contained the foot. Jessica was amazed.
"So the ponies are on their toes all the time?", she asked.
"No, not at all. The boots just gives that illusion. Their feet are very well
supported. They can run and stand quite easily as you can see. It may look like
a hoof from the side but underneath there is a good outdoor sole." He kicked her
left hoof and Karita instantly lifted her foot behind her so they could see it.
"Did you hear the bells, just then? Notice the line of small bells running down
the back of the boot." He kicked the right one and again she lifted it."Can you
hear how they have a different ring pitch. I'm not musical but I was told that
the right bells are a fifth higher pitch than the left. That means they
harmonise. When I get them trotting nicely together it makes a beautiful sound!"
Ray got a plastic water bottle out of the trap and squeezed a stream of water
into each of the ponygirls wide open mouths. Then he gave each ponygirl a firm
rubdown with a towel, not appearing to pay much attention to the complex
arrangement of piercings and leather straps that held them. "It's funny how a
good rub down always makes their nipples go hard, huh?", he said. Jessica prayed
he wouldn't comment on her own erect points.
"Yep, these ponies cost a lot to kit out, and need a lot of training and
maintenance but when they turn out like these two it's really worth the effort."
Ray seemed to get a little emotional as he said those words. It is not recorded
exactly what Karita and Sandra thought of that comment but everybody likes to be
complimented so we can assume that they would feel quite proud of themselves at
that moment.
As usual Jessica had questions:"What are those lovely plumes on the top of their
heads."
"They're ostrich feathers. Those are awarded to the ponies when they pass
particular tests. Different colours, different sizes, to be honest I still don't
understand how all the grading works. I do know that they look good and these
ponies have earned the right to wear them."
Jessica definitely saw the two ponygirls subtly nod their heads at this last
comment.
Kate also had a question, slightly more delicate: "Um...I thought ponygirls had
to wear buttplugs and dildoes... but yours aren't."
Ray laughed."Well spotted! Believe me, they are properly plugged when they are
on parade but this is a long working day and I need my ponies to run about
twelve miles today, I don't want them distracted by things buzzing between their
legs."
Ray looked at his watch."9:30 already, and still no sign of Pedro. I said I'd be
at the orange grove by ten, and I still haven't given you your whippings!"
He took the light pony whip from the trap and marched Kate and Jessica over to
the whipping post. He made them stand on either side of the tall solid square
post so they were both sideways to it."Lean all the way forward and raise your
hands. A thick well-used rope dangled from each side of the post. He threaded it
under the cuffs of Kate's raised hands and looped the end of the rope to a hook
high up the post. That left her standing, bent right forward with her hand fixed
up high behind her back. A few seconds later Jessica rigged up in the same
manner. It was the most common punishment position, as Jessica would discover
over the next few days. Their two well-presented rear ends were ready to receive
their punishment. Ray particularly liked the way Jessica's wiggled in
anticipation as she shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"OK my naughty bunnies. You've got five strokes each for making a mess at
breakfast and five more for agitating my ponygirls during routine lubrication."
Ten sharp strokes for each of them caused brief stinging pains and each stroke
had left a visible red mark. Ray was no sadist but knew his responsibilities. He
knew other pony drivers were a lot harder on the bunnies, but that wasn't his
problem. He seriously considered getting Kate to give him a blow job while she
was conveniently positioned but knew that Pedro was due at any moment. Pedro
appeared right on cue, wearing his usual backpack with all the equipment he
needed. He noticed the two recalcitrant bunnies still held in their punishment
position.
"So the new bunny is in trouble on her first day...it's good to discipline them
straight away before they get any stupid ideas." He gave the bent-over Jessica a
quick look over and squeezed her dangling tits. These are promising, I may have
a word with the boss about them." He handed Ray two clear plastic bags filled
with milk. "Nearly a litre from each today which is not bad, although it took
bunny maria a long time. Put them in the cool box and stick them in the freezer
as soon as you get to the orange grove."
Ray nodded. He knew the routine."OK Pedro if you let the bunnies down I'll get
moving. See you in the bar at four".
"I'll be there." Pedro unhooked Kate and Jessica's ropes and walked off to his
next appointment without giving them a second glance. He'd been doing this job
for a long time!
Ray had just mounted the trap and was about to ride off. The girls stood and
watched him with a newfound appreciation as he sat with both hands full of
reins. His movements were so subtle that they could not see what he was doing,
nor did he even say a word. It almost seemed like magic that the ponies and trap
turned through 180 degrees and had soon trotted into the distance, the
harmonised rhythm of bells becoming quieter with every step.
coming soon ...football, bunny style...Jessica in trouble...Sumi's night out
