Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

However, soon the feel of the ivory dildo on the end of the whip took charge of Myrna's thoughts and she drove the hard bone dick relentlessly in and out of her pussy.

It was only after the carved ivory of the pecker-shaped handle had given some relief to the heat of her loins; she became aware of the noise coming from Joan and the pony. Each time Joan squatted on the horse's dick she grunted, then sharply sucked in her breath while her hips thrashed up the pole. The sound was like a calliope when the pony neighed. Up and down she churned on the rampant engine, breathing and grunting faster and faster as she felt herself cum.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Joan screamed her pleasure at the top of her lungs. The sound startled Myrna as she rapidly worked the ivory dildo between her legs. She poked the hard bulb too deeply into her sensitive box and the sharp pain gave Myrna one more reason to blame Joan for her own fall from being high priestess of sex.

The way the girl's body was vibrating it was obvious that she was lost in a continuous orgasm. Myrna could tell that Clyde, as well, was very near cumming. Her own loins were cooling though.

Damn the girl.

Joan felt the first hot gob of the horse's semen blast into her canal and she shook to her roots with the sensation. It was as if she were a sponge suddenly before a roaring river and her body sucked up the cum to overflowing.

"Oh yess, yess, yessss," she snarled as the horse's prick spasmed again and sent more of the fluid coursing within her snatch. Joan's own orgasm had reached such proportions that it ran in sheets down her thighs to dry sticky in the air.

The pony kept cumming. It seemed never to finish, and now Joan's distended box filled beyond its capacity. The thick syrupy fluid mingled with Joan's own pussy juices and dribbled from between her legs onto his underbelly. Finally the pony ceased his giant spasms and shuddered beneath the girl. Joan gently disengaged herself from the horse prick and fell exhausted to his side.

"That was very interesting," Myrna commented dryly to the girl as she lay breathing heavily on the earthen dust of the main ring. Joan wanted to say, Fuck You! But she decided against alienating Myrna any more than she already had. So, instead she said:

"Dear me! I hope I haven't taken all the pleasure out of him for you, Myrna. Does he revive quickly?"

"Fuck You!" said Myrna in a whispered scream. She was nearly beside herself with how truly bitchy Joan was. And she seemed not even to try to hide it at all. So what was Myrna supposed to do when she caught the tip of the bitch's lance? Applaud? Not by a long shot-not Myrna Westmore!

She held the dildo reversed back into a whip handle, and her palm felt the stickiness of her drying vaginal fluids on the ivory. Joan saw her hands move the whip a flicker as the palm caressed the handle savagely.

"If you try that on me and I don't like it, I will spend the rest of my days with the sole purpose of making you wish you hadn't. On the other hand, if I do like it I'll want to see you have a little, too. So start what you want, Myrna. Or else, let's make peace right now and just be careful where we tread. How does that sound?"

Myrna had stopped at the start of Joan's words and trained her attention on what the girl meant. She was saying in effect that if she liked being whipped, she would whip Myrna, too. If not, she would visit a plague upon the lion tamer. As a third choice, there was an amnesty: they would regard each other in the future with care.

Well, the first choice was definitely out. Myrna really never did inflict cruel wounds on any animal. And among humans the whip was but a psychological tool. When fools like Oliver corrupted themselves into its uses; then only did she nick their flesh. Even though the thought was a tempting one, Myrna did not wish to explore the realm of sado/masochism. The self-admission coupled with Joan's apparent readiness to look at the whip as a means of pleasure decided Myrna.

"All right: truce. But leave Justice alone!"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. To begin with, he is a beautiful beast. Of all people, you should know that."

"I do," Myrna reluctantly admitted. "But I find it impossibly difficult to allow that knowledge to others at all. And what you're asking me to do is far greater than just allowing. You have to give me something just because I live here and you don't. You'll go away and things will never be the same between me and Justice again."

"Things will never be the same in any event. And if you don't act like a fool and fight me for him right where he can see us struggle, he'll never know of this talk. If you'll share him with me, I'll share him with you. Simple as that."

Myrna could see the logic in Joan's argument. If she acted as if it were just the way things were supposed to be, she and Justice would have no argument about Joan and everything would be settled.

"What if Justice doesn't want anything more to do with you?" Myrna asked peevishly.

"I'll risk that. Will you?"

"Justice give me up for you?!? Don't be absurd, pussycat! Wanna bet?"

"That's exactly the bet I've been suggesting that neither of us should make, since I don't want to win him nor do I want to lose him to you.

He is a man, not an animal. One cannot do with love what people do with money and barter over a man's body. We aren't merchants of flesh, but trainers of animals. Don't you see?"

"Of course, I see. But the boundaries of sex confuse the intellectual division between man and animal-don't you see?"

"In that case, an animal, too, should be able to decide who it wants to fuck and not be whipped into the choice." Myrna was silent. "Well, while you think about it, can't we let the horse up? Unless, of course, you're going to use him."

Myrna looked away from Joan at the horse, then let her whip hand fall slack, dropping the whip. "Can you show me how you get so much in without pain?"

"Of course. If you do exactly as I say," Joan replied, amused. She had won the battle and now she would claim victory in the war.

"I will," Myrna solemnly agreed. Then the thought of the hot pony prick in her cunt sent excitement charging in to her voice. She asked. "What shall we do first?"

"Get you a collar," Joan answered matter-of-factly.

"A collar? What for?" Myrna's voice was alarmed as she sensed what Joan meant and her hands flew to her throat.

"Yes," Joan purred and her face wore the same omniscient grin of a cheshire cat. "I have tamed you, Myrna. And you will wear my collar as Amanda does. Will you not?"

"I will wear it." In Myrna's voice was abject submission as she realized what Joan said was true. "Do you wish me to call you 'mistress' or 'Joan'?"

"Wrap the whip around your neck and give me the handle," Joan replied without answering the question. "It will serve as a collar until we have one made." She tested the strength of the noose about Myrna's neck by tugging on the handle as soon as Myrna had done as she had been ordered.

"Now, Myrna. You may call me 'mistress' as you eat my pussy. And I will tell you how to relax for the pony."

"As you wish," Myrna said.

It was several weeks later in the course of the summer that Joan nearly lost her life. She was feeding two of the lions, Andy and Mae, when she did a very foolish thing.

The two lions were the most tame of the big cats. And because Myrna was a very careful taskmaster she had insisted that Joan learn every aspect of circus life slowly and surely. She taught Joan to feed the lions with a watchful respect; for the first four days she instructed Joan to use a long pole with a hook on the end to shove the slabs of beef between the bars of the cage towards the two hungry lions.

Gradually, as Myrna recognized that the lions were coming to respect Joan themselves and that Joan in her turn was gaining confidence in handling them, she allowed Joan to dispense with the long pole. For a week, she carefully taught the young girl how to use the short training whip, making it snap directions at the lions but at the same time never touching them with its painful sting. During this time, Myrna showed Joan how to keep the lions at a distance while she placed the raw meat before them and allowed them to eat only on her command.