Henry Morgan - The drivers

They were the two girls Susan had watched in the first film, so obviously they had failed to secure any release and, like her, their future looked forever intertwined with the Drivers. Around each girls waist was a heavy belt to which cuffs were attached at the sides. The girls wrists were held firmly in these cuffs keeping their hands near their bottoms. Apart from these accoutrements the girls remained unhampered by clothing.

The men positioned the girls in order to attach the trolleys to buckles in the waist belts. That done, they backed the girls away from the fence and took up their place in the seat on the trolleys, or as they preferred to call them, the chariots. From a thin pipe welded on to each chariot the men took a long thin aerial and whipped it across the girls' backsides, sending them into an immediate sprint.

Like the ancient Greek races in the Hippodrome the two charioteers raced around the oval island that held the fuel pumps, spurring on their chargers with the liberal use of the aerial.

Tania had obviously overcome the shyness she displayed in the first film as she led the race by a good ten feet or so. It was probably the extra attention the men had given her on account of her timidness that had toughened her up. Whatever the reason Cora had better make up the deficit because the loser was bound to be in line for some sort of punishment.

From the effort evident on the girls' faces each one knew it, and friendship had given way to preservation. The race lasted five laps before the girls were pulled up alongside Bingo.

Susan assumed Tania had won but that wasn't the case.

"Refuel!" shouted H.

It was here that Bingo came into his own. He removed a handle from one of the fuel pumps, stretched across the back of Cora and forced the tip of the pump inside her bottom. Susan grew alarmed at the consequences of Bingo's actions but the girl hardly flinched. Sure Cora registered the intrusion by stamping her feet and lifting her head but she remained remarkably unperturbed at the thought of petrol pouring up her arsehole. After what seemed like ages Bingo finally removed the pump and a great arc of liquid squirted from Cora's rear end.

Thankfully the men had converted a pump to dispense water and the girls had already been through the fear of cremation. The races it would seem were a frequent event.

"Right then! My favourite filly. That should lighten you up for the next race. You had better put in a lot more effort."

The two girls were brought together, Cora on the inside, Tania on the outside.

"Ready, set, go," shouted Bingo.

The flash of flailing aerials sent the girls on their way. The lighter Cora flew into the lead, where she remained for the rest of the race. This resulted in Tania receiving the same treatment which Cora had endured after the earlier contest. She failed to accommodate the pump quite as bravely as her friend had done and Jack had to chastise her several times with the whip before she would stand firm and accept entry of the nozzle.

"No handicap," said H.

Jack laughed and nodded. "Both fillies the same weight. One race each. Do you fancy fifty on the decider?"

H agreed and the money was handed to Bingo to hold. Both girls were brought level once more, Cora once more on the inside as H had won the toss for the shorter lane. It did of course mean he had the tighter corners but firm use of the whip would see him through to a victorious finish.

The race was off and both girls were neck and neck going into the last lap. At the final bend Cora opened up a head lead but then disaster. Her bare foot struck a pebble and she stumbled and fell allowing Tania to race past to victory.

Jack was ecstatic and laughed loudly as he took the winnings out of Bingo's hand. H took the defeat with grace and to Cora's surprise as well as Susan's he restrained from using the whip on his fallen filly.

"Here," laughed Jack. "Have a beer." He threw a tin to Bingo, H and whoever was behind the camera. Then, still harnessed to the chariots, the girls were lead across to a stone trough to drink. They dipped their heads in the cool, crisp water that ran straight into the trough from off the moors. Their thirst satisfied the girls threw back their sodden hair to send an arc of crystal water to cool their perspiring bodies.

"Keep them warm," H shouted across to Bingo. "We don't want them getting stiff."

Jack added. "That's for us to be."

The girls remained near the water while Bingo rubbed them down with a soft chamois leather, massaging their skin to a healthy shine. With a bridle lead in each hand he lead the two back to the race track.

"It's not over yet." He told them with great amusement. "It's the time trials next. One filly, one jockey."

"Let Cora ride first," said H.

The bridle and harness were removed from Cora and she took her place in the seat. Gripping Tania's reigns firmly she eased her friend up to the starting line.

"Two laps," said Jack. "The quickest time wins." He set his stopwatch and signalled ready.

"Go!"

Tania stumbled right at the start but regained her footing and clawed back the lost time. After much cheering from the men and encouragement from Cora, Tania came home in a time of one minute forty. She remained in her harness while Bingo made a note of her time, then H announced a second chance for her to improve her score. Panting heavily Tania was again led to the start line where go was announced with a hard slap on her flanks. Despite her efforts she took almost two minutes to complete the circuits.

H was not pleased.

"The worst time ever." He pulled Cora from the chariot and got her into the bridle and harness ready to take her turn. Out of her harnessing Tania took her turn in the chariot. As she was easing Cora up to the start line H shouted to her that the loser was in for a hard time. Tania registered his warning and took a firm hold of the reigns.

"Go!"

Cora was slow away and even slower around the track. No matter how much Tania shook the reigns her friend hardly broke out of a trot. Tania was in no doubt as to the reason. If she failed to beat Cora's time it would be she who felt the sting of the aerial. She couldn't allow that. She brought Cora up to a halt at the finish line.

"Two minutes ten!" shouted H. "Even worse than the last one."

Tania was fully aware of what would happen to her if Cora's time did not improve. She rose from the chariot."Pass me the nozzle," she said to Bingo. "I think Cora's low on fuel."

The men looked at each other surprised and pleased. Bingo handed her the pump handle and took hold of the reigns while Tania applied the nozzle to her friends rear end, ensuring the metal pipe was good and deep.

"Fill her up!"

Bingo did as the girl said and when the pipe was removed the water spurted out as if it had come from a hose. Tania took the aerial whip from its holder and gave Cora's right flank a taste of what to expect should her efforts not improve.

"Ready?" asked H, excited at the turn of events.

"Ready," answered Tania through gritted teeth.

"Go."

Another stroke from the whip hit Cora's bottom as the words entered her ears, sending the girl out at a fair pace. It wasn't fast enough for Tania. Crack! the whip fell again, and when Cora failed to respond it fell again and then twice more before she broke into a run. It was becoming a battle of the wills. Cora needed to go slow enough to make her own time the fastest while Tania obviously required the opposite.

The only way Tania could achieve her goal was to show her one time friend that the beating she was getting now would be less than that given by the men. Emphasising her point she landed the whip twice more before the first lap was finished. Then she really got into her swing. As she entered the second lap her single strokes became doubles and then trebles and then one continuous lashing.