Free Thyme II Thyme by Jennifer Jane Pope Page A

for reality. The tail was maybe two feet long in total and apparently made from a tube of stitched leather into which padding had been forced to give it a proper three-dimensional appearance. However, there must also have been something else hidden inside, presumably metal or whalebone, for it curled in a manner that would have been quite pretty had it been the tail of a real dog. I saw that the thicker end was mounted onto a circle of thicker leather and that from this extended two straps, the one very short and the other much longer, which then divided into two quite separate straps in the form of a letter V. But what really drew my attention was the gleaming leather phallus that sat around the longer strap where it was still single and could clearly be adjusted, attached as it was by means of a leather loop that ran along the strap.
    'The short end goes onto the buckle above her arse,' Meg instructed as Polly moved around behind me.
    I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers fumbling to make the attachment, and so I was unprepared for someone grabbing me by the nose and jerking my head downwards.
    'Bend over bitch,' Meg hissed, 'and stay like that. I'm going to do the rest of this myself.'
    And do it she did. Thankfully, the dildo on the strap was neither long nor thick for it was not intended for my sex but for my other orifice. Even so, although Meg paused for a moment to add a lubricant to it, it was a painful entry and remained painful for a minute or so, until my muscles grew accustomed to its presence and relaxed around it.
    Meg, however, was not waiting for such niceties. Instead, she passed the strap through my legs and drew the left side of the V up to a small buckle that awaited it on the front of my bodysuit. The second half of the harness was likewise buckled and, as it was tightened, I realised it had been specifically measured and tailored so that, although my backside was now plugged and obscured, my pussy remained completely unobstructed and available for any and all.
    'There!' Meg exclaimed, stepping around before me once more. 'Yes, that really is splendid. That little man really is an artist. Don't you think so, Erik?'
    Erik, who had been quietly observing events from what was the nearest thing here to a neutral corner, grunted and nodded his head but his expression betrayed nothing of what he was really thinking. Was he merely thinking of later, when I would once again be completely under his control for my hourly fucking? Or did he perhaps feel a little sympathy for me as he watched what these terrible people were doing to me?
    'Turn around, dog girl,' Meg commanded.
    Slowly, still far from steady on my new footwear, I obeyed. I could feel the weight of my new tail behind me and a slight tugging as it bobbed with my movement, a tugging that was amplified several times when it reached the shaft that was now held tightly within me. I let out a little whimper and gritted my teeth against that other sensation which this movement immediately began to awaken in my traitorous flesh. Damned stupid body! I thought fiercely. Even a fake cock up the arse had it starting up all over again!
    'Very pretty,' Meg said approvingly. 'But get onto all fours, like you've been trained to.'
    To be honest, it was something of a relief to lean forward and take some of my weight and a lot of my balance onto my newly extended arms. I stared down at the paws, fascinated by their shape and by how real they appeared. At the same time, and for the first time, I realised I could no longer bend my arms at the elbows. A combination of the tight lacing of the sleeves and stiffened leather about the joints had deprived me of even the slightest flexibility. As I experimented, as discreetly as possible, I realised the same was now also true of my legs. From now on and until I was released from this insidious invention my progress would be very stiff-gaited, something I was sure Meg had contrived to add to the comic humiliation of my overall