Part 10 Jessica's proposition backfires, a night in chains
10. Jessica's proposition backfires, a night in chains
In the evening Riccardo came to serve the supper just before sunset, which was
slightly later than usual. He has to make three different supper calls and
tonight the bunnies were his last stop. As usual, the bunnies were kneeling
either side of their tray waiting hungrily. Tonight there was a tasty and
filling vegetarian moussaka with a Greek salad. Wine followed, as expected.
Riccardo's working day was now done so he felt inclined to open a second bottle
of wine and had joined the bunnies in a drink. Two bottles of wine between nine
of them isn't much, but it was enough to loosen tongues a little.
It was a fine warm evening and Riccardo was enjoying himself, sharing a cool
glass of wine in the company of good-looking naked, chained females. It was a
privilege. Well, at least it was when they were in a good mood like now. He'd
spent his life wining and dining with beautiful women in one form or another. He
was handsome and charming enough to attract women wherever he went. He didn't
need to have a woman in chains in order to enjoy being with them, he just
preferred them this way.
He felt a little sorry for bunnies sometimes, but only a little. He'd seen war,
disease and starvation at first hand when he was in the army working on UN
peacekeeping missions. By comparison, the bunnies had nothing to complain about.
To him, this island was simply a better world.
After even just a little wine the bunnies were talking freely, although always
careful about what they said to any Master. The current topic of conversation
was a safe one: food and wine, Riccardo's speciality.
Jessica had been brooding away still, with how to find Nancy and an escape plan
in mind from her afternoon's thinking time. It was time to probe further with
Riccardo, what could she persuade him to tell her. What was she up against on
this island? Time to get involved! She entered the conversation for the first
time:
... Had he ever been to New York?...No...Would he like to go?... Of course...
Did he miss Spain?... Yes, very much. One day he would return to Madrid. Enough
of the banalities, she thought, try a more direct question next...
"I've always wanted to visit Spain, Riccardo. I hear it's very beautiful.
Perhaps when I get released from here I can visit Madrid and maybe you could
take me around the sites", Jessica said, knowing even if he didn't reply she had
made her intentions clear to him.
She didn't know it, but Jessica's conversation had just crossed the line she had
been warned about many times. Kate suddenly interrupted the conversation, hoping
to rescue the situation before Jessica said something she would badly regret.
"Riccardo, can you look at my foot before you go? I've got a splinter in it
that's hurting me", Kate said with a little coy voice she had successfully used
on men throughout her life.
Riccardo gladly switched all his attention to the little-girl-who-needs-a-man
Kate, giving Jessica the message that her conversation and wherever it was
leading was over.
Having picked out the harmless splinter from Kate's foot, Riccardo decided it
was best to leave the bunnies to whatever night-time assignations they usually
had planned. Was he right to let Jessica's proposition go unpunished? He
wondered, as he prepared his ponies.
It was already dark as Riccardo packed away the food containers on the trap. He
was fitting small battery powered lamps to his ponygirls' brow-bands when
Jessica appeared behind him. She'd completely forgotten that there were
ponygirls still standing in harness the whole time Riccardo was talking and
drinking with the bunnies.
Riccardo had made one small concession to the ponygirls while they waited; they
each propped themselves up on a freestanding tubular steel T shape. The top of
the T supported the underside of the pony's buttocks, and therefore most of the
ponygirl's body-weight so she only had to balance herself. It might not seem
much comfort, but it sure beats standing still in pony-boots for an hour.
Jessica was really a flirt but knew about body language and decided to let her
body do the talking; aware that the ponygirls headlamps were spotlighting her
sexy naked silhouette. She stood with her proudest erect posture, her firm
breasts thrust-out and offered to him with a smile that says "I'm yours, if you
want me".
His eyes took in the gorgeous female presenting herself before him: The
beguiling neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, her shapely hips and belly, those
prominent 'squeeze me' breasts, that fine collared neck, her perfect white
smile and the luxurious ponytail that held her hair off her handsome face. What
more could a man want? He would throw her to the sand and ravish her by the
light of his ponygirls' lamps. Before that happened, she had to ruin it by
saying something!
"Riccardo, listen to me. My parents are rich! If you help me get off this island
they will give you a huge reward. We could go away together and forget all about
this place."
Riccardo stared back at her sadly, and shook his head. The stupid girl. He was
tempted to explain to her all the ways her proposition had failed.
Firstly, she thought he could be bribed.
Secondly, she lied about her parents wealth. Her parents ran a small diner in
Brooklyn (actually it was Kate that had the rich parents).
Thirdly, she thought that he was going leave the island to run of with this nice
but rather brash New Yorker! If it wasn't so pathetic it was almost funny.
Jessica sensed immediatedly that she was in trouble. Riccardo was clearly not
even considering her proposition. His hand gripped her upper arm as tightly as
the grim expression on his face suggested it would. He marched her back to where
the bunnies were sitting.
"Bunny kelly!", he shouted. "Go with bunny jessica to the activity zone. Take
this padlock and use it to fix her to one of the posts, then leave her
immediately. I'll be checking the video monitors when I get back to the lodge.
If I see anything other than bunny jessica chained to a post, you'll be the next
one to be punished."
He placed the opened padlock in the Kelly's trembling hand and the two bunnies
set off along the beach. Kelly was almost in tears knowing that she had been
'promoted' to the job of prison guard whilst merely a bunny herself.
Riccardo, without saying a word to the other bunnies, walked back to his
ponygirls.
One of his ponygirls was pissing when he returned. There was a gentle splashing
sound between her boots. What else could a ponygirl do? This was perfectly
natural behaviour and Riccardo didn't mind it at all as long as he wasn't
standing in front of her at the time.
When the pony had finished, Riccardo dried her sex and inside thighs with a
clean towel, then rubbed in some oil starting around her labia rings through
which the reins were threaded, down to the perineum. Then he gave them a squirt
of water in the mouth from a bottle and wiped each of their bridled faces with
another small towel. The trap held a range of cleaning supplies, including a
small pack of foot-square towels so Riccardo could always use a clean towel on
the ponies even at the end of a long day.
He was muttering under his breath his indignation that Jessica could think him
such a mercenary that he would give up his ponies for a few thousand dollars!
His ponygirls, although merely transportation animals under the control of his
whip, felt pleased to hear that they were valued by him. Riccardo had never met
a woman that didn't like receiving affirmations and compliments. He always found
ways to let his ponygirls feel valued, even in backhanded ways like pretending
to be muttering something to himself.
He mounted the trap, sat comfortably in the middle of the double seat, and with
a flick of the reins he was on the move. An uphill journey on at the end of a
long day was a struggle for the ponygirls, and their buttocks needed to feel the
sting of his whip several times as they pulled him up the hill. They really
didn't mind as it gave the motivation to get to the more level ground and
finally home to the Lodge. With everywhere around them in darkness except a the
few yards ahead, illuminated by the small flashlights on their brow-bands, the
pnygirls made a careful trot back to the lodge. Riccardo's mind was thinking
ahead. Tonight he was looking forward to having Jessica in the activity zone.
to be continued...
