Nusquam

“When set... I leaked his precarious trading position and the sharks had a feast. It’s termed a short squeeze. He couldn’t cover... and I made sure the SEC knew it... and the managing partners. And that they also knew I saved the firm from financial ruin with my options. So I now have the esteemed title once held by Balls Martindale... and I also have him... and his wife... ha, ha, ha.”

An enthused Miss Penny lashes out, exuberant in once again celebrating her victory with a nasty stroke of the sjambok.

“Yes, overall the firm made net money on the trades, despite the ineptitude and lacking ethics of Balls Martindale. And though my own ethics may be questioned, profits speak on Wall Street... loudly... louder than anything,” the lecture coming with another vicious stroke of the sjambok.

The narrow path, seemingly chiseled through the dense jungle, brings the chariot to a clearing. Miss Penny tugs at the reins, a heavily perspiring human steed grateful for a respite. 128 notes a picnic table and alongside one of the many waist high stanchions... for sodomy.

“Girls like you don’t thrill with the power. It’s not within your psychological make up. But I assure you it’s addictive... as addictive as ceding it in your case. Hood him and turn him over the sodomy stanchion,” Miss Penny handing over the reins. “If you have not before seen a man being fucked... begging a woman for mercy... I think you’ll be amused. His wife takes it so much better...” a smiling Miss Penny holding up a previously unseen double dildo.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Lick it clean for me,” Miss Penny commands, handing 128 a well worn cylinder of blue latex.

The words end the distraction, 128 marveling at the shapely thighs and buttocks of the tall blonde. Even her mons, chicly trimmed, labia perfectly symmetrical, is glamorous. Though 128 finds envy she must turn her attention. The curiously shaped Feeldo is repulsive, odorous, still warm from the friction of 88’s sphincter. Yet there is obedience... to serve

and please... the role of subjugant 128 pounded into electronic ear pieces hour after hour, night after night. Thus she licks, observing as from under 88’s hood Miss Penny pries away the deafening ear plugs.

“I’m not sure I know who I enjoy sodomizing more... you or your whore wife. She’s not as tight, but so much better works her cheeks to maximize my pleasure. She’s orally proficient as well, Balls. Both cunts and cocks... licking like a slut... and she has so much learned to enjoy.”

The well worn steed futilely stirs in his tight bounds, images of his wife orally serving disturbing... and he no doubt imagines with reluctant zeal. Miss Penny laughs at his reaction, turning her attention to128 as the subjugant begins laving her tongue over the wet bulbous female end of the Feeldo.

“Yes, since Mrs. Martindale finds herself impoverished due to the imprudent impulses of her husband... rogue trader Balls Martindale... during the week I have the little whore sucking cocks for money. The cover is that of an office cleaning woman. Yes she’ll come to your office ostensibly to clean... but strip naked... work in the nude and on her knees. I will have to get some photographs for you 88. I arranged for her to clean the offices of all your former trading rivals. You can appreciate the sense of revenge in being fellated by the wife of the man who cuckolded them.”

With her words a hand reaches to the testicles straps, offering a playful tug. Her efforts bring a lurch, resulting in a wicked smile. Then the hand glides to the steel encased penis, diddling evanescently the small exposed patch of penile flesh, highlighting the frustration both mental and physical. The steel tube twitches, the penis within stiffening anew, so responsive to a woman’s brief touch.

“She earns ten dollars for every blow job, 88. So you can only imagine how hard she must work to support herself, ha, ha, ha.”

The hand retracts and reaches for the beige jodhpurs, removed and discarded for the slow and agonizing sodomy of 88’s backside. 128 is disappointed to see her dress, her body attracts.

“Actually Mrs. Martindale does more than suck off the traders. For extra dollars she’ll put on a show. I am told kneeling on all fours atop a conference room table is a typical scenario. Head down, tits dangling, thighs well spread... she’s quite the exhibitionist. For 20 dollars she’ll piss in an ash tray for a group of garish horny guys. And some demented bastard had her defecating for a bunch testosterone infused traders. Sick... but that’s Wall Street. And it’s why I am fattening her. Too shapely... just a little too much lustful pride. 40 or 50 pounds should end that... wouldn’t you agree 88? Shape your wife like a toad... maybe a hog would be more apt. That would end those shenanigans. Thereafter she’ll just suck and lick... cocks and cunts.”

Having dressed, Miss Penny whisks away the hood, returning the sight of her steed.

“Offer him some of your essence 128. He’s no doubt thirsty, and I suspect your quim needs some attention. You can fully open yourself. He’s well trained.”

The right hand works to gruffly slip aside the snaffle bit. 88 gasps in pain, wincing as the index finger of the left hand hooks the nostril ring and lifts, presenting tongue and lips as 128 knows to obediently step forth. She indeed is in need of emptying herself... and concupiscent, the demonstration of feminine power, though expended on a male, found to be strangely arousing.

Though shy, 128 knows to position and open her bladder, the Miss Penny’s sjambok ready to counter disobedience.

“You should know 88, that as your wife’s pimp, I get a healthy cut of what the traders truly pay for her debaucherous exhibitions and leisurely blow jobs. I’ve been putting the money aside and in time I’ll have enough to arrange for her a new life at Nusquam. I like the irony of having her work so hard... humiliating herself to earn placement in unending bondage and humiliation... and I think she’ll enjoy it here. Not much of a life left for her... thanks to your brazen stupidity. Perhaps for her it will be the milking parlor. You’d like that wouldn’t you?.. seeing your wife being milked... letting down for the quirky members into the lactation scene.”

Chapter Thirty

Having departed to return to New York, in the absence of Miss Penny Osborne 128 finds her grooming chores to be greatly diminished.

After being freed of her stressful nightly bondage she daily reports to the stables, there to feed 88. Thereafter she walks him. Ankles hobbled, wrists as always tethered behind his back, a leash clipped to his testicle rings, she leads to the paddock area, 88 shuffling rapidly to keep up. Many laps about, a Mastiff also saunters, observing, knowing to growl in warning if there is any equine resistance or misconduct, and just as importantly if there comes intimate touching, whether it be stimulating 88 to excess or 128 copping a feel of her own excited love nest.

Yes, 128 senses odd satisfaction in being so empowered. Leading a male about by his balls... massive balls... stretched scrotal sac seeming unending... is new to her... and curiously exciting. Her masochistic psyche senses 88’s shame, his embarrassment in being so directed... and this brings dichotomous arousal. She also notes the status of his penis... her nakedness, his constant chastity, bringing an amusing priapic reaction. Yes, she walks him about stiff, the steed’s reaction ingrained, his condition amusing passing members... male and female.

Ah, such frustration. And he has yet to be broken, defiance remaining, terming the woman plotting his downfall a ‘beesh’. And the ongoing belligerence seems to enthuse Miss Penny even more... her vengeance for having to perform orally not to end.

Moderate exercise and 88 is returned to his stall, hosed down and tenderly scrubbed. With the nose chain hooked high, the remainder of the day 88 idly stands... and stands... and stands... no doubt wishing for the end of the boredom and slowly building ceaseless stress... yet there is the irony that this will come only with the return of the woman who has mastered him. Then she will again run him, figged and in harness.

For 128 the remainder of the day is spent freely, if being closely supervised by massive canines can be so described. And for her there comes a different level of stress as in randomly encountering Nusquam members. Deviant... dominating... and sadistic... there is a countless variety of antics demanded.

Most prevalent is to serve as a receptacle, male members rarely utilizing any facility other than a human toilet. And there are the sodomy stanchions... innumerable... ubiquitous... and well worn, the horizontal planks evidencing frequent use as the tummies of well tethered subjugants, struggling under the discomfort of oral or anal sodomy, friction to rub smooth the hard wooden surface.

So 128 is cautious, when necessary obediently serving to please, fearing quick corrective strokes of the wicked sjambok. But she also seeks to avoid, with equal caution eluding encounters with members as best she can.