Chain Reaction

Chain Reaction
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ISBN:  9781907753961
Author:  Jennifer Jane Pope
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Assignment for AlisonAssignment for Alison
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'You seem a little confused, pony girl,' Hancock said. 'Hardly surprising, I suppose. This isn't quite what you had in mind, is it?' he reached out, seized Alison's left nipple roughly between finger and thumb and squeezed it brutally. Alison chewed deeply into the bit and tried not to make any sound, but it was a challenge she only just met. Her breasts rose and fell in heavy unison, but Hancock maintained his grip and simply allowed his hand to move with the inflamed teat.
   'Let me guess,' he continued, speaking quietly, almost lazily. 'You thought you'd get in here and have a look around, see if you could find the Jewish bitch, is that it?' Alison froze, even the pain in her nipple suddenly gone. Hancock threw back his head and roared with laughter...

She's back! Gorgeous undercover reporter Alison 'Alley' Katt decides to put her new found love of fetish wear and bondage to practical use, researching a feature on the BDSM clubs of Europe, little realising that the monstrous Ralph Hancock, whose 'slave farm' blackmail organisation she helped smash, is also back - and hell bent on revenge.

Fabulously rich and bordering on insanity, Hancock is planning a fate for Alley that is truly worse than death - a life of anonymous slavery as a rubber-bound whore and ponygirl, available to any of his clients.

Editor Mike Hallett, aging dominatrix Marcia Davenport and the delectable, latex loving Honey, race to save Alley before she is ultimately reduced to a mindless submissive. But Hancock's retribution is aimed at more than just the hapless journalist, and very soon there is a real danger that the would-be rescuers will, themselves, be in need of a saviour.

The leather was stiff and unforgiving, encircling Hannah from just below her breasts to a line just below her navel, the corset-come-girth designed to be laced cruelly tight, and the woman who now had charge of those laces determined to ensure that it was employed to its savage limit.
   Rose - Mistress Rose, Head Groom as Kristin had introduced her - was not as tall as Kristin herself, but was much more solidly built, with arm and shoulder muscles that would have been equally at home on the body of a middleweight boxer. Dark haired and square featured, her strength easily matched her determination and, whilst under normal circumstances Hannah would have backed her own training and speed against her, these circumstances were far from normal and any fight would have had but one inevitable outcome.
   'My ponies all have tiny waists,' she grunted, hauling another fraction of an inch off the corset's circumference. 'A month from now yours will be no more than eighteen inches, and before we've finished I'll have that down to sixteen.'
   'Impossible!' Hannah gasped. Her normal waist measurement was twenty-three and the idea that anyone could reduce that by twenty-five percent seemed ludicrous. Rose, however, was adamant.
   'Sixteen inch waist, forty inch tits and thirty-eight hips,' she insisted. 'And your tits will be at least a double D, once your medication and stuff kicks in properly.' She hauled on the laces again, drawing a breathless squeal from Hannah, and let out a grunt of evident satisfaction.
   'Not bad for the first time,' she announced. 'This is a nineteen inch girth and that's it fully closed.' She began knotting off the laces and, when she had finished, produced a small knife and cut off the trailing ends.
   'Can't... can't - breathe!' Hannah managed, her head beginning to spin. She reached out one hand and Rose took it, grasping her upper-arm to steady her.
   'Easy, girl,' the groom cautioned. 'Just don't panic. Take smaller breaths, from the top of your lungs. I've got you, so just concentrate. You ain't gonna suffocate, believe me.'
   To Hannah's surprise and relief this proved to be so and, as she followed the big woman's instructions, slowly the buzzing in her ears faded and her vision returned to normal, though her ribs still felt as though they were being crushed between two very large rocks.
   'Takes practice,' Rose told her, releasing her grip and stepping back. 'Takes practice, but it comes easier than you'd think. I'll soon have you trotting between the shafts as if you'd been born to it.'
   'You're... mad,' Hannah wheezed.
   Rose's eyes darkened. 'Just you watch your lip,' she warned. 'There's more than the bit to still a pony's tongue, I can tell you. And Mistress Kristin is as like as not to order yours cut out, if you gets too sassy. You're a pony girl now, Tits, and you'd best not forget it.
   'Mind you,' she added, her sun-tanned features splitting into a deceptively friendly grin, 'by the time I'm done with you there ain't too much likelihood of that.'
Douglas was waiting for them in the library, standing at ease before the window that looked out towards the orchard on the east side of the house. Alison had not met him before and her first impression was of a giant of a man, with a bulk that seemed to block out most of the light from outside.
   He was easily six and a half feet tall, with features that were so harshly defined they might almost have been taken from the pages of a comic book, and eyes that were startlingly blue. His short black hair matched the tight leather trousers and loose fitting silk shirt he wore; his age, Alison guessed, was anywhere between mid-twenties and mid-thirties, and she did not feel disposed to pursue the matter any further.
   'Good afternoon, Douglas,' she said, extending a tentative hand as she approached him. He made no move to reciprocate the gesture, simply appraising her with a swift up and down glance before speaking.
   'No talking unless given permission,' he said curtly. 'Just get out of that swimsuit and present yourself for inspection. I assume you are already correctly shaved?' Alison gulped and nodded automatically, her fingers already scrabbling for the shoulder straps of the one piece. Quickly she wriggled out of it, kicked the still damp material to one side and stood before him naked, her arms limply at her sides, making no effort to cover her modesty, knowing only too well the response this would elicit.
   'I see you've removed your nipple rings,' he said, pursing his lips. He reached into a pocket and withdrew two heavy gold circles, which he passed to Melanie. 'See to her teats, cock-sucker,' he snapped. Alison cast a sideways look at the maid, but Melanie showed no sign of reacting to the insult. Instead she simply opened the first ring, took Alison's left nipple gently in her free hand, and deftly threaded the first ornament through the pierced flesh, closing it again with a faint click.
   'In future,' Douglas said, as Melanie attended to the other nipple, 'you will not remove your rings without the mistress's express permission, do you understand, slut?'
   Alison swallowed. Already she could feel the heat beginning to build within her and her knees felt shaky. 'Y-yes, sir,' she stammered.
   Douglas nodded. 'Good,' he said. He stepped over to one of the heavy fireside armchairs and pulled it into the centre of the room with no more effort than had it been made of papier-mache. 'Now,' he said, pointing to the leather upholstered back, 'get yourself over there, and be quick about it. I like to make sure my instructions are remembered.'
   He turned away, stooped down and, when he turned back, he was holding a slender bamboo cane in his right hand.
   'I mean now!' he growled, and Alison stumbled to obey, throwing herself over the chair back, the cold leather pressing into her stomach. 'You, bitch,' she heard him say, presumably to Melanie, 'get round in front and hold her wrists. I want her fully stretched, and if she's not you'll take her place when I've finished.'
   As Melanie scurried to obey, crouching in front of the chair and seizing Alison's wrists in a deceptively strong grip, Alison gritted her teeth in anticipation, for this position, wherein her arms were being pulled downwards as well as out, meant that her buttocks were stretched taut, a perfect and painful target for his aim.
   Douglas took his time - and he was an expert. One by one, unhurriedly, the six strokes of the cane descended upon her upturned rear, the thin bamboo whistling through the air to deliver cuts that made little sound, yet sent a searing pain through her entire body. Without a gag it was impossible to maintain the stoic silence Alison had determined, and by the fourth stroke she was howling unashamedly, air whistling in and out of her flaring nostrils, tears stinging her eyes and rolling onto her burning cheeks.
   'Six will do for now, slut,' she heard him say through the red mist that had descended, and she only vaguely felt the touch of his fingers between her legs as he probed for evidence of the effect of his assault upon her.
   'Wet already,' he grunted, breaking the intimate contact and delivering a stinging slap on her left buttock with the palm of his hand. Alison bucked and squealed, but the pain was already yielding to another far more pleasurable sensation.
'And now for your hooves,' Rose grinned. She had backed Hannah against one wall and easily secured her wrists to two ring bolts, using simple lengths of cord that forced her to stand with her arms akimbo. But they both knew that the restraints were little more than symbolic, a largely unnecessary precaution against any reflexive action on Hannah's part.
   Rose turned away to where a long cardboard carton had been stood against the opposite wall, tearing apart the brown tape binding and extracting a pair of the longest boots Hannah had ever seen. They had been fashioned from stout, gleaming black leather, a perfect match to the corset, and designed to be fastened and tightened by means of D-shaped steel rings set in twin rows up either side of the length of the front openings.
   However, it was not so much their length that caught Hannah's attention, but the height of the heels and the fact that those heels had been encased to form a one piece base with the thick soles, the whole shaped and splayed to form a perfect replica of a horse's hoof. They looked heavy enough to make walking in them difficult, but the angle at which the foot would be held would surely multiply that difficulty.
   Taking the first boot Rose knelt before Hannah and carefully eased her foot into it, forcing the instep to bend until her toes slipped completely to the end. The lacing was a painstaking process, but she appeared in no hurry whatsoever, threading, adjusting, tightening, gradually closing the leather so that it hugged the flesh in every part, finally tying off the laces at the very top of Hannah's thigh and then buckling a retaining strap over the knot, so that it could not easily be interfered with.
   'These lock, see?' she said, with an air of triumph. 'You can tighten the buckle, but without the right key you can't loosen it again.' She retrieved the second boot and bent to repeat the operation.
   'There now,' she said at last, standing back to survey her helpless charge, 'don't you look pretty now? Pretty hooves and pretty pony legs. All we need do now is fix your arms properly and then we can take you to the barn. The vet should be here shortly and the sooner we get your teeth seen to and your piercings sorted, the sooner it'll all start to heal up again.
   'But don't worry, Tits, I'll start you with a nice soft bit, at least while your gums are still sore. I don't believe in unnecessary suffering - just the necessary sort, and I reckon there'll be plenty of that coming your way soon enough.'
'Put these on her.' Douglas handed Melanie what appeared to be two wide silver bracelets, but as the maid snapped them about Alison's wrists it became clear that they were for more than ornamental purposes, and that they were actually made of strong steel and locked automatically in place. Once on, only the person who held the appropriate key could remove them, and whether that person was Douglas or not, Alison knew only that it was not herself and almost certainly not Melanie.
   The two circlets were plain and undecorated, but each had a semi-circular staple set almost opposite the locks. The purpose of these was obvious to Alison, but the way in which Douglas actually put them to use came as something of a surprise.
   As soon as Melanie had secured them he stepped forward, pushing her unceremoniously to one side and seized Alison's left wrist in his powerful grasp. Quickly he turned the bracelet so that the staple was sitting in line with her thumb, then raising her arm, he brought it level with the ring in her left nipple and deftly connected the two by means of a small padlock. Before Alison had time to react he repeated the operation on the right side, so that she was now forced to stand with her hands and arms held in a position that was a parody of a dog begging.
   If she let her arms drop, Alison realised that the drag on her teats would quickly become more than just uncomfortable. But in keeping her arms raised high enough to ease this strain, she knew her elbows would soon begin to feel a strain of a different, yet no less painful variety.
   'I see you have kept the rings in your clitoris, whore,' Douglas smirked. 'Does that mean they are permanent fixtures?'
   'Yes, sir,' Alison replied meekly. 'They would need to be cut off.'
   'Quite so,' he said. From his pocket he produced two more small padlocks, which he once again handed to Melanie.
  'Lock the slut's cunt up,' he ordered. 'Both sets of rings, but first there's a little something for her in that case on the mantelshelf.'
   It came as absolutely no surprise to Alison that the 'little something' turned out to be a fat vibrator. It slipped easily inside her saturated tunnel, leaving a short length of cord dangling between her thighs; a cord she knew could have only one purpose. She heard the two clicks as Melanie closed the locks and knew it was only a matter of time before the device was turned on.
   'I ought to plug your whorish arse, as well,' Douglas snapped, 'but I think we'll leave that for now. However, I still have one or two more treats in store for you.' He jerked a thumb at Melanie. 'You, get your arse out to the van and bring back the black bag that's on the passenger seat.'
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Toe-tingling erotica with pony-girls - hurrah!
Wednesday, 23 October 2013  | 

I’ve been reading erotica… really dirty, juicy, yummy, toe-tingling erotica (which features pony girls, hurrah!).

Right, I should make this clear, ‘Chain Reaction’ is the second in a two-part series by Jennifer Jane Pope, the first in the series is called, ‘Assignment for Alison.’ You can read the books independently without too many tears, this is erotica after all…

Hannah Levy, a rather feisty army-type, gets herself kidnapped by a crazy sadist – I know, who’d have thought it? The crazy sadist in question is called Rafe Hancock and he gets to work by getting even with the delectable Hannah (she’d previously raided one of his properties) - turning her into a world-class pony-girl with rather sizeable assets. She has a permanent bit to ensure she is mute at all times, has her cleavage enhanced and is basically subject to all kinds of humiliations by her trainers, Rose and Phoebe.

Hannah gets to be ‘covered’ by the aptly named, ‘Hercules,’ on a regular basis. She is also harnessed to a cart (or a ‘sulky’ in this case) and is trained to become a speedy race horse. There’s plenty of latex fun to be had both with Alley ‘Kat’ and the pony-girls.

The side plot is a team of girls and guys who get together to rescue Hannah from an impregnable fortress (Hancock’s Stables) and save the day, as well as the girl. Will they make it in time or will Hannah’s silicone breasts become the laughing stock of the stables that Master Rafe is hoping for?

This is dark, fantasy erotica. Whilst the main character in this story, ‘Hannah,’ leans towards the female sex in her sexual tendencies, there is plenty of M/f action featured. Overall it’s a fun romp through pony-girl land and I thoroughly enjoyed it!


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