Henry Morgan - The drivers

"Here, help yourself," said Lincoln. He held her out, a hand gripping her hair to hold her head in place. "Tongue out," he said. "Do it right."

The brothel keeper grinned. This time there was no problem, for Lincoln's hand at her sex was warning enough. She knew what his pinches were like.

"We better get to the beating," said the brothel keeper, wiping his lip where she had bitten him. "And boy had it better be good, this one's a right little spitfire!"

"It will be," said Lincoln grimly. "It surely will be. But first there's the circus stuff." He turned to the girl. "Right! Perform."

She moved to the very centre of the ring and bowed four times, turning as she did so, to a scatter of applause.

The dance routine she did next was acrobatic, not particularly intended to be erotic, but performed as it was by a captive girl, naked and knowing she was about to be beaten, erotic it most definitely was.

When she finished and repeated her four bows she was shining with sweat and her chest heaving, and this time the applause was quite loud.

"Good," said the brothel keeper, "I'll keep something like that in the shows. Now we beat her?"

"No," said Lincoln. "There's more circus stuff, man. In my truck I gotta case of gear I had made special." He turned to the brothel owner. "It was going to be extra after I'd sold her, but I guess I gotta throw it in now you'll see it." He chuckled. "It'll put her price up though, I reckon."

He turned back to the audience.

"Someone hold the bitch while I go get it."

"Be a pleasure," said the brothel keeper. As Lincoln dropped her in a heap at his feet, the other man picked her up by the hair and a hand at her crotch. "Maybe I'll even get a kiss!"

The crowd gathered round him as Lincoln pushed his way through, and soon they were cheering.

When Lincoln returned a few minutes later the ring was restored and soon the girl was posed in the middle of it, under the lights, on tiptoe with her hands clasped on top of her head, elbows right back as before, eyes open this time and fixed on Lincoln.

She was still crying and her lips were bruised.

"Before the beating," said Lincoln, "there will be some more circus stuff."

There was some applause.

"I must prepare her for the cat act."

Whistles at that.

He opened his case, and took out a cloth and some oil.

"Someone rub her down."

Once again it was the brothel keeper, who obviously considered himself part owner already. And he took great delight in doing it thoroughly. Although she was trembling quite noticeably and shrinking from his touch, she held her erotic pose as he oiled her all over, paying special attention to her most sensitive areas, till her skin was gleaming beautifully in the bright glare of the hot lights

Lincoln clapped his hands twice and the girl immediately bent gracefully forwards and clasped both her ankles with her small hands, keeping her knees stiff and still on tiptoe with her legs wide apart.

There were gasps of admiration all round, and a burst of applause.

The brothel keeper was quick to respond. He held out his hand and Lincoln passed a large plug over.

"Up the arse?"

Lincoln nodded.

"What, this? The end looks mighty thick to me. She ain't all that big."

"Oh, it'll go in alright," said Lincoln. "Be sure to get it all the way, mind, or it may work loose."

The man chuckled. "Leave it to me, squire! Well up it shall be!"

"One moment," said Lincoln. He produced a bottle and sprinkled some powder over it. "Ginger," he said. "Usually wakes her up good!"

The brothel keeper walked over to the bent over girl and circled round her a couple of times. Her apprehension was evident from the way she stiffened up at his approach. Then he parted her bum cheeks and held the end of the plug against her arsehole, causing her to go rigid.

He laughed and withdrew it, slapping her bum instead.

"Wait for it, my pretty!"

Next time he actually pushed it in a little way, and the girl let out a gasp. It was obvious to them all that it was hurting as he pushed it in a little way and drew it out again several times, before suddenly and violently shoving it right in and screwing it around until he was satisfied it was well and truly settled.

Then he gave her another slap to the bum and returned to Lincoln.

"How's that?"

"Not bad."

It was an understatement. She was squirming beautifully, and some of the Drivers began to clap.

Lincoln dipped into his box again.

"Girth!"

He passed over some more leather work and a large dildo.

"What's the dildo for?"

"I like to plug her both ways. I think maybe it improves her posture a bit. With a bit of this" – he held up the bottle of ginger and sprinkled the dildo with it liberally – "it certainly makes her move more!"

"My God!" said the brothel keeper, studying the dildo.

"Maybe I just got into the habit. Don't matter really, not if it bothers you."

"Well, it's got these little knobs all over it."

"Yes. I use it for punishment other times."

The brothel keeper could hardly restrain himself.

"But isn't it too big for her?"

"Not if you can get it in!"

"If you can, I can."

Although the girl maintained her position reasonably well, getting it in did prove quite a problem, but the brothel keeper persevered. Anything Lincoln could do, he could do! He got it most of the way in, anyway. It didn't half make her squirm. that was for sure.

The main part of the girth was a broad belt which went round her waist. But the interesting bit was a thin strip of leather that dangled down in front. For part of its length it was split into two. He soon saw what it was for – it joined together in a buckle at the end.

He pulled it down between her legs and up the back, where they buckled to the back of the belt.

As he strained to tighten it the others joined in a chant.

"Tighter! Tighter! Tighter!"

It was forcing the dildo in even further, but the split was exactly over the rear plug, it parted into two strands there, like a river round a small rock to allow the arse plug to stand proud.

Again he put a knee in her back and really strained.

He felt the dildo plunge in right to the hilt and the strap would tighten no further. He was glad to see that it was so thin that it would not get in the way of the beating she was to receive.

It pushed out the bottom cheeks in invitation for the strap.

Or a belt.

Or a whip, or whatever…

She looked really good now, standing there on tiptoe again but wriggling all the time because of the plug up her arse and the dildo in her cunt. Walking with that dildo in would be agony, she wouldn't get far with that in. Maybe he'd use it as a restraint.

Maybe Lincoln wasn't as dumb as he looked! He was still rummaging in his box.

"Tail!" he shouted.

What he held up was a tiger tail.

"It screws into the arse plug," he said to the brothel keeper, as he handed it over.

The brothel keeper walked over to the girl, and without waiting to be told she bent over again, feet wide apart, and clasped her ankles.

The brothel keeper turned to Lincoln. "Feels more like a whip than a tail," he said, pretending to be puzzled.

"It's both," said Lincoln. "Don't matter which order you take things in. Me, I'd rather use it as a tail first."

"OK," said the brothel keeper. He was stroking the girl's bottom with the tail, or whip, admiring the way she shrank from it. She must know what it was like as a whip, he thought. There was stiff wire through it. It probably hurt quite badly, but would leave no mark because of the fur covering. He only tried it out a couple of times, and it certainly did make her jump.

He screwed it in as a tail.

"I'll enjoy taking this off!" he hissed in her ear. She may not have understood his words, but judging by the shudder that went right through her, she got the idea alright