“One lap, one and a quarter miles. The losing pair has a forfeit tomorrow – they get to spend the day in the enema suits.” Claire had absolutely no idea what an enema suit could look like but it didn’t sound good. She was not going to lose. “Ready, Go!” said Ian.
“Run” said both drivers in unison and the whips cracked. Claire pushed as hard as she could and very soon the cart was flying down the hill towards the lake. The other cart was nowhere in sight but Claire could hear the other driver calling faster so it couldn’t be far away. As the road levelled around the lake so the cart slowed and her driver called faster; there was a crack but it was Nita that got the whip. At the half way point, Claire still hadn’t seen the other cart and Nita and she were flying around the back of the lake. Her dildo was still bobbing in and out with a rapid but easy motion, probably all the lubrication I’m supplying thought Claire, and her breasts were beginning to ache as they bounced unimpeded by any support. They reached the bottom of the hill up towards the house and Claire knew that this is where the work starts. She pushed hard against the shafts as the voice said “Faster” and the whip cracked again on Nita. Claire could hear the clopping of feet from the other cart; they could only be just behind. “Faster” crack, and this time they both got the stinger. They made the top of the rise and there was now only a gentle slope back down to the finish line. “Faster” said the voice and Nita got the sting again. Then Claire heard the other cart beside her and pushed as hard as she could manage. “Faster” crack went the whip on Nita, then crack again. To her horror, Claire saw Rosa just ahead but moving fast. “Faster” crack; they both got that one, but still Rosa and Laura were in front. Claire could see the finish line, everyone was lined up and she could hear them cheering. “Faster” Crack, “Faster” Crack. Nita was getting nearly all the stings and still Claire could see Rosa ahead, and they were accelerating. “Faster” said the voice in the same monotone; crack went the whip, but it was no good; Rosa and Laura were crossing the line, their legs pumping and their cart flying past Ian and Sarah who were cheering loudly.
“Woah” said the driver, “Walk” and they walked on for about fifty yards before he steered them round to go back to the start. “Stand” it said. Claire was mortified; she thought they were going to win. She could hear Nita sobbing beside her but could do nothing to help. “Walk” said the driver and Claire hesitated; she thought this trial had finished, but apparently not so. “Walk” he said again and the whip cracked against Claire.
Claire and Nita walked all the way back round the lake, they trotted up and down the drive; they turned in and out between trees and stood for ages staring at a brick wall. Sometimes Claire would catch sight of Rosa and Laura on similar inane activities, but the driver was uncompromising; you had to do what he said and go where he directs – there was no room for negotiation.
By six o’clock, Claire was so tired of walking, trotting and running up and down in front of the house that the dildo was beginning to lose its attraction. Mike unhitched them and led Claire back into the house to her changing room while another technician did the same with Nita. Mike took out the bit gag and offered Claire another bottle of energy drink. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s all I’m allowed to give you” and Claire nearly cried as she drank down the anaemic liquid. No sooner had she finished than Mike worked a ring gag behind her teeth, effectively cutting off further communication on her part. He asked if she needed the bathroom, but she didn’t; obviously her diet that day had been worked out with some precision. So he got her to lean across the table and clipped her collar to the wall and her feet spread to the table
“Run” said both drivers in unison and the whips cracked. Claire pushed as hard as she could and very soon the cart was flying down the hill towards the lake. The other cart was nowhere in sight but Claire could hear the other driver calling faster so it couldn’t be far away. As the road levelled around the lake so the cart slowed and her driver called faster; there was a crack but it was Nita that got the whip. At the half way point, Claire still hadn’t seen the other cart and Nita and she were flying around the back of the lake. Her dildo was still bobbing in and out with a rapid but easy motion, probably all the lubrication I’m supplying thought Claire, and her breasts were beginning to ache as they bounced unimpeded by any support. They reached the bottom of the hill up towards the house and Claire knew that this is where the work starts. She pushed hard against the shafts as the voice said “Faster” and the whip cracked again on Nita. Claire could hear the clopping of feet from the other cart; they could only be just behind. “Faster” crack, and this time they both got the stinger. They made the top of the rise and there was now only a gentle slope back down to the finish line. “Faster” said the voice and Nita got the sting again. Then Claire heard the other cart beside her and pushed as hard as she could manage. “Faster” crack went the whip on Nita, then crack again. To her horror, Claire saw Rosa just ahead but moving fast. “Faster” crack; they both got that one, but still Rosa and Laura were in front. Claire could see the finish line, everyone was lined up and she could hear them cheering. “Faster” Crack, “Faster” Crack. Nita was getting nearly all the stings and still Claire could see Rosa ahead, and they were accelerating. “Faster” said the voice in the same monotone; crack went the whip, but it was no good; Rosa and Laura were crossing the line, their legs pumping and their cart flying past Ian and Sarah who were cheering loudly.
“Woah” said the driver, “Walk” and they walked on for about fifty yards before he steered them round to go back to the start. “Stand” it said. Claire was mortified; she thought they were going to win. She could hear Nita sobbing beside her but could do nothing to help. “Walk” said the driver and Claire hesitated; she thought this trial had finished, but apparently not so. “Walk” he said again and the whip cracked against Claire.
Claire and Nita walked all the way back round the lake, they trotted up and down the drive; they turned in and out between trees and stood for ages staring at a brick wall. Sometimes Claire would catch sight of Rosa and Laura on similar inane activities, but the driver was uncompromising; you had to do what he said and go where he directs – there was no room for negotiation.
By six o’clock, Claire was so tired of walking, trotting and running up and down in front of the house that the dildo was beginning to lose its attraction. Mike unhitched them and led Claire back into the house to her changing room while another technician did the same with Nita. Mike took out the bit gag and offered Claire another bottle of energy drink. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s all I’m allowed to give you” and Claire nearly cried as she drank down the anaemic liquid. No sooner had she finished than Mike worked a ring gag behind her teeth, effectively cutting off further communication on her part. He asked if she needed the bathroom, but she didn’t; obviously her diet that day had been worked out with some precision. So he got her to lean across the table and clipped her collar to the wall and her feet spread to the table
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