Free Angela's Trial and Tribulations by Mark Andrews

punishment.”
    This news had all of them sobbing in despair and Alex gloated. So did Jason who had continued to thrust his enormous pecker out at them in triumph. He knew his master would give them to him anyway as a reward for letting his boss fuck his asshole which he had done ever since the man had found him as an orphan and brought him home then had him trained to be a paragon of physical beauty and a sexual athlete.
    Alex had married only for political convenience. He rarely made love to his wife and when he did, it was brutal and cursory and only to underline to her that she was subservient to him in every way. He fucked any woman who caught his fancy. He was well known as a lusty and vigorous man and his (male only) constituents thought him a real man amongst men. Male sex was restricted to Jason for political safety... His wife did as she was told or he punished her by having the huge young black fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. He even made her watch as he fucked the black boy’s ass. She was no Amanda Swift and she knuckled under in fear of her powerful husband. But his physical beauty and ingenuous smile hid all this from the public. He was the consummate politician.

    The four girls laid into their work with a will but even that was not enough for Jason. He liked to beat defenceless girls and so every time he came upon them, they might expect a feel and fondle of their breasts and vagina and perhaps a finger or two up their anuses, but if they didn’t respond with a giggle and a kiss, out would come the cane or whip or prodder and a scream would be heard all over the house.
    Mrs Brown cringed and cowered in her room; the other girls squared the shoulders and worked harder. This did not apply to Angela so much of course since she was out driving the new mayor around the city. She had to work much harder now for Mayor Brown was not as conscientious about his paperwork as James had been and he far preferred to be out and about, showing himself to the city and looking over new works and projects.
    But she had another reason to loathe her new master. With the new rules had come a tightening of discipline in all areas and pony-girls had not escaped the legislators’ eyes. Instead of her wrists being buckled into the leather gauntlets that were stapled to the ends of the two poles, there was now another method of affixing the ponies to the gigs. The two poles had all been replaced by a single one at the centre. This terminated in a most peculiar looking apparatus that made little sense until you saw it attached to the girl.
    At the connection point there was a large knuckle joint which was attached to a four foot long iron pipe whose top end had a collar attached. At the bottom end was a J- shaped piece that could slide up and down inside the bottom of the pipe and could be locked in place. At the top of the shorter end of the J-piece was a realistic-looking dildo of very large proportions. At the centre of the iron tube, near the knuckle joint, was a belt.
    When Angela first saw this arrangement, she was puzzled. She couldn’t for the life of her imagine how she was going to be harnessed into such a weird set of pipes and leathers. It was Jason who fitted her into it and she screamed in outrage at the indignity of the thing.

    He made her stand in position in front of the pole then lifted up the iron tube and buckled the collar around her neck. Then he growled at her to spread her legs wide and, undoing the insert’s holding screw, dropped it down so the dildo was at the level of her buttocks. He ordered her to part them and then forced the horrible thing right inside, making sure at least nine inches were inserted before again tightening the screw and locking it with a tiny padlock. She had screamed as her anus was so rudely violated but when he produced the prodder and aimed it at her naked vagina, she quickly subsided. Of the two, the pain in her backside was infinitely more