A NEW DAWN

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 5 ]

The sun always rises, actually the planet rotates; All areas of the planet are exposed to the sun's rays approximately every twenty-four hours. Here it has shone down on bare rock, volcanoes, miles thick ice, open water, steaming jungles and now pastoral grasslands.

Across these grasslands a huge coal black stallion’s pounding hooves chew up the turf as he easily jumps any obstacle in his way. And charges his next obstacle, a breast high fieldstone wall as his sires charged a wall of flesh in the past. From a distance the shades of brown mark the relatively insignificant presence of a rider, almost unnoticed on his back. The stallion cleared the wall with ease, a happy yell from his rider echoing across the dell.

Alice had found her antidote for the mind numbing desire to return through the great mirror. Knight-Rider had long ago found peace carrying this human female on his back. Delighting in her sounds and smells as she directed them both to move as one to clear any obstacles in their path.

That morning Mary had almost fainted when Mike inquired; “Can you ride?”

“The great stallion must be taken out for a run and the Horse Master OK’d you for the job. Based on your recognized ability to handle him” You must follow the bridal path though and avoid the fields.”

But Mary simply did not hear him.

She walked into Knight-Riders stall and the great stallion simply knew what was going to happen. He was as skittish as his rider was as she prepared his harness. When it came time for the saddle, they both were trembling. So much so, Mike watching from the doorway, moved to assist. But a searing look from his girlfriend sent him quickly back to the mews door.

“Mary” led her stallion out of his mews, as the entire Equestrian staff stood watching. She leapt into the saddle and everyone stepped back as they rode out of the great doors.

Sparks literally flew from his steel shod hooves hitting the cobblestones, marking their returned to being one. Mike had never seen such a naturally powerful pairing. And pride in his female swelled his very being. This very Saturday night she would be forever his.

As they moved off, he swung the great gate closed. Noting the Land Rover parked at the end of the garden start it’s engine and move off.

As the renewed pair rode around the wall, following the indicated bridal path. Someone watched from a second story window at one end of the mews. He pressed a pair of very female lace panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “One Day” he whispered to himself.

At the first turn of the bridal path, the choice was a real no brainier. Straight-ahead was a very nice white painted rail fence. They cleared it with practiced ease. And both could see ahead innumerable fields, each rimmed with another obstacle to jump.

When they came down from this equestrian jumps high. Knight-Rider was not even breathing hard. But Alice had no idea which way was home. And very ordinary English country girls do not carry cell phones.

They rode to the crest of the closest hill, Actually it was probably the two stone walls in the way that was the reason it was chosen. At the top Alice saw a small brick walled homestead in the tree filled valley below. And decided to drop in for directions home. The slow walk would help Knight-Rider to cool down.

But no one appeared to be around. The double doors in the brick wall were locked and no one answered her knock.

Alice’s natural curiosity took over when she found standing on Knight-riders back, brought her high enough to pull her self over the wall. She was an Alice after all.

Alice slid off the rounded top of the brick wall, dropped onto the sloping red slate roof of a shed, and that in turn deposited her onto the cobblestone inner yard. She unlatched the main gate letting her stallion in. Walking over to the house, occupying one corner, she knocked on its door, but to no answer there. A thumping sound from what appeared to be an attached mews, running from the house to the far brick wall, drew Alice to its door.

Unlatching this door, Alice was greeted with sights her memory retreated to.

As she walked down the aisle along one wall. Six wooden stalls opened to her left. In each a young female, head bound in a pony girl harness stood looking hopefully out at her. Hands were chained just above their naked rears to a leather belt around the waist. Hobble chains through leather ankle cuffs kept each in its straw filled stall. A leather bridle bar gripped in their teeth inhibited speech. All except the youngest had nipple rings fitted.

The first was about ten and the last two probably at least sixteen.

Alice reached down a brown leather gloved hand, and stroked the hairless slit of the last older girl as she looked into her eyes. “Been there done this” Alice informed her. “I was the finest single sulky show pony in the land”

A car horn sounded and Alice walked out of the mews to find a gray suited bodyguard standing at the enclosure’s doorway.

“Everything proper Mistress Alice?” she asked.

Yes, she replied. Could you lend me a cell phone?” “And directions back to the Mews?” she added.

The guard walked out to a Land Rover and returned with a cell phone and a map. The way back highlighted in yellow.”

“Were am I?” Alice inquired.

“This is a satellite mews used to isolate horses that arrive from countries with possible equestrian diseases” “It is currently unoccupied” He went on.

“Do you have keys for it?” Alice asked.

“Yes Mistress Alice” she said. Sliding a ring holding two keys off a larger ring holding six more similar sets. And handing them to Alice.

“We will not be far away, Lady Alice” The guard informed Alice, as they drove off.

“Of course not” Alice sighed.

Alice unfolded the map on the ground just inside the wall surrounding the small mews. And dialed up the phone number of a very dear friend.

“Vicki, I have a present for you. Get a pen and write down these directions. Bring enough supplies to stay a few days to get settled in. And bring your pet too. I will arrange a security pass. Alice shoved the cell phone into her cleavage. A habit she developed, as her chest developed, in the states.

Alice locked the main gate behind her and returned to the mews.

She picked up a water bottle with metal drinking straw, as used to feed pet animals in a cage. Pressing on the blocking metal ball at the end allowed the water to flow out. She set it in its wire holder on the entrance post to the first stall. And guided the terrified little girl imprisoned there to it.

“Slide the dispenser tube in between the bridle bit and the corner of your mouth. Press the ball with your tong and drink your fill” She instructed the pretty little girl. “Probably Somalia or Indian” she surmised.

Then she did the same for the rest. As Alice expected the second and third had t be instructed, but the fourth and fifth showed familiarity with the watering bottles. The initial three were thankful, but disappointment at not being rescued showed on their faces. The last two just accepted what was.

Alice wondered who had left these five here. And wished she could stay until Vicki arrived.

Alice then led Knight-Rider out of the walled enclosure. Locking the doors behind her as she went.

And rode off across the fields, jumping as many fences as they could on the way back.

It must have been nearly lunchtime as Alice arrived back at the mews, but Mike was standing inside the main gate, waiting for her. Others spilled out of the cookhouse at the sound of Knight-Riders hoofs on the hard cobblestone.

“For God’s sake Girl, were did you go? The Manor security boffins were here”.

“Checking on the stallion,” they said. But wandered off when I told them you had just taken it for a short ride. And that was two hours ago. If you took him over the fields jumping fences, it will be both our jobs” Mike said, trying not too appear to be dressing down his girlfriend in public, but not succeeding very well.

“Mike dear, I rode him, then walked him, then rode him some more”. Alice replied sweetly. “Just as it says in the Equestrian guides for getting a long standing horse back into carrying a rider”

Alice jumped down from Knight-Rider towards Mike. Who of course caught her up in his strong-arms with ease. Letting her down, but stealing a kiss for payment.

“Wash him down, brush him up and feed him, before you eat yourself” Mike ordered. And saw the rest of the staff scurry for their abandoned lunch. If he made Mary take care of the horse first, he would have no compulsion treating them the same. Obviously the horses came first with Mike.

Alice hopped, but in vane, Mike would reappear to watch her soak her blouse again. She worked very hard to take care of the great stallion. Two years of training under Mistress Seymour’s whip were paying off.

It was not until after two P.M. that Alice walked across the busy yard to the kitchen building.

No one was downstairs, and the great hotplates were cold. Alice opened the doors of the four door commercial cooler and managed to locate some sliced ham and butter. She walked over to the confection table, opening the bun box, and created herself two ham sandwiches.

As she ate, the sounds of familiar voices came to her ears. She slowly traced the source to the stairs in the corner. She tiptoed to the top step and listened in.

“You promised me use of the girl if I drew her out into the open for you” The younger male voice whined.

“Those men killed by Manor security did not work for me” An older male with a cultured voice answered.

“Whoever they were, tried again yesterday, but only swept up three female Manor staff, Mary included” He went on. “They are top-drawer professional kidnappers. Probably after the Manor Heiresses little American born daughter.” He informed the younger male.

As she tried to remember were she had heard these voices before. Alice forgot spies sometimes get caught.

Darkness dropped over Alice’s head as a potato sack was thrown over it. Two great arms pinioned her own to her jacketed sides. She screamed, but one hand quickly switched to capping the mouth as the other easily tucked her slim body under its arm. Alice felt herself being easily carried down the stairs. Her flailing legs battering themselves against the brick walls of the stairwell as she went down.

“Look what I found listening in” Another male voice informed the two down stairs.

“It is that new exercise girl Mary. I can tell by the old clothes she is wearing” The younger male announced. The one you promised me I could have a go at”

“Then we will keep her” The older male decided. Wrap her arms up with that cord over there and dump her in the old coal bin until we can sneak her out of the mews tonight. He ordered. And pile up all the old furniture against the hatch to hide it from discovery”

Alice felt her arms being pinioned with multi raps of rope and then her body dumped onto a pile of something relatively soft.

A hand rubbed her head through the rough gunnysack and promised; . “Soon you will be entering another life little one. Trained as a pony girl to be as the horses you were paid to exercise” The older male said.

“Been there, done that” Alice thought. “And I think I found your stables this morning”

“And a fuck bitch” the younger male injected.

Been there, done that too” She thought.

Then a metal door slammed shut. Interminable silence followed.

Alice struggled to stand up and slid herself along the walls. Searching the limits of her current prison, and desperately listening for rats. The smoothness of the walls, interrupted only by riveted seams told her the enclosure was metal lined.

“That at least might keep out the non-human rats,” She thought allowing herself to slide down into one corner.

“I would have liked to at least go through one whole day without being kidnapped” Alice wished. “I really do not mind being bound, but I wish it was only by Mike” She sighed.

Alice had no idea how long she had been in the coal cellar, but her stomach had started to growl and she desperately had to pee.

Suddenly a creaking sound announced the coal hatch opening and her original captor’s voice announced.

“No rescue blonde, just your captors” “Time to travel to your new home.” He again picked her up under one arm and as he climbed the stairs threatened. “One sound out of you and I will break your pretty little neck” “Prison time for murder or kidnapping are the same”

Alice could tell by the change in temperature on her exposed trunk, and the quiet of the mews, it must be late at night. She was dumped on to some sort of blanket, and the following thud was probably a trunk lid closing over her. She was jostled around as the vehicle drove off.

After a while driving over graveled roads, the vehicle stopped and the lid opened. Again she was hoisted out and carried like a parcel under her captor’s arm. She heard at least three doors being unlocked and was finally dumped standing on a solid floor. The wrapping rope was removed and the rough sack yanked off.

Alice’s eyes focused on a very large, muscular man standing in front of her in a small brick walled room.

“I am going to take care of a few other “Guest’s” Strip off all you clothes and be standing right here when I come back. If not you get a dose of this on your backside” He threatened showing her a vicious flogger.

He then backed up keeping his eyes on Alice, brandishing the whip and exited the room, locking the wooden door behind him. When he left, Alice’s eyes caught the shackles and chains mounted on the walls and the spreader bar hanging from the ceiling. They were too small to fit around an adult’s wrists. This was a room designed for punishing young females. He handled that whip as if it were an extension of his arm. And her captor was a lot bigger and stronger.

With that in mind Alice stripped off her clothes. When she came to her bra, that it contained a cell phone jumped back into her mind. She turned it on, but got a “no system available” response. But left it on and wrapped all her clothes in her jacket.

An iron pail in the corner smelled as if it had served as a toilet before and she relieved her bladder. Alice had just stepped back into the exact spot he left her in as the man returned.

“Good little bitch” he told her. But grabbed each of her slender writs in an encompassing hand and lifted her off her toes, imprisoning each, in turn to leather shackles hanging from the spreader bar above.

A moan escaped her lips as the weight of her entire body hung from her writs.

“This is going to hurt a lot” “I am going to enjoy it a lot” “My employer will enjoy it a lot” .”And you will not”

The first strike of the whip wrenched a scream from Alice’s lips but eventually her voice box succumbed through hoarse shrieks to whimpers as he went on. Her legs flailed under each stroke as he sought out as yet untouched and still tender targets. He occasionally paused to run his rough hands all over his new charges sweating body and a “Damd” escaped his lips when he discovered her intact hymen.

“I usually fuck them at least twice per whip session. But he will have to decide if you are to be sold intact little new bitch” He told Alice, holding her tear streaked face in a huge hand.

Her torturer then left the room in order for her to be able to concentrate on the joys of full suspension.

He returned later with a small wooden table and an ordinary red toolbox. Through her tear filled eyes Alice watched him set out a long black bar and a pair of pliers.

“Time for new adornments deary” He sniggered. A large strong hand grasped Alice’s left breast and the white-hot tip of the iron pierced her nipple. Alice’s throat found strength for a scream and screams again as he repeated the piercing torture on her right breast. With her breath coming in great gasps. And the pain from her pierced nipples fighting for attention with the pain from her shoulders. Enhanced by her jumping and thrashing around as her nipples were pierced. She totally missed the climax as he used the special pliers to insert one-inch diameter rings through the seared holes in her nipples.

Then he lowered her down to avail himself of her upper sex organ.

“A successful blow job will earn you a drink of water, new bitch” her promised, shoving his proportionally sized member deep into Alice’s throat.

One large hand controlled his cock as the one holding the whip controlled her head by gripped her hair.

Again her mind reverted to the year of sex slave training it remembered and Alice’s expert mouth brought her torturer off.

“Pain is used to concentrate the mind on the required task” Her mind remembered Mistress Seymour had instructed her.

“Again a good little bitch” he informed her as she knelt bound before him. A small pet animal drinking bottle tube was shoved into her parched mouth and Alice was allowed to drink her fill.

He then enclosed Alice’s head with one of those leather head harnesses she had seen the girls wearing just that morning complete with leather bridle. Then added a leather blindfold.

The spreader bar was lowered all the way down and Alice went down with it.

Greg looked down at the sweat-drenched form of his new training subject His expertise with the whip clearly displayed across her slim young blond hared body. Her whip marks would fade away in less than a week. But she would do almost anything to avoid another painful session. That was the object of the exercise.

This particular flogger was built from wide soft leather designed to inflict pain, but not permanently mark the skin of its target. After all permanent whipping scars detracted from a pony girl’s auction-selling price.

Alice just caught the slamming and locking of her current prison’s door as her consciousness slipped away. “As expert with a whip as my master” Her agonized mind chided her.

An unknown time later Alice was dragged back to reality, as pain was re-introduced. Her poor abused body was being hoisted again by the spreader bar.

“What do you mean I can not rape her? ”That course younger voice whined again. “You promised just this afternoon me a free fuck or two”

“And that was because you told me one of the Equestrian staff was literally fucking her brains out right in the mews” Older cultured male voice replied. Did the one screwing her tell you he was?’ Or did you just hope he was?”

“No, he would not even talk to me about her, but I did find a pair of her panties in a stall she was working in” he confessed. “You are really just a little weasel” Cultured voice replied. Disgust clearly expressed in his tone.

“Then can I at least fuck her face?” he pleaded. “Get out of here before I have Greg break your filthy neck” The elder man angrily threatened. “When she is sold, I will still honor my thousand pond finders fee promise” “But you had better stay out of my sight until then. You disgust me”

After the door slammed on the fleeing younger hoodlum, Alice felt a strong softer hand grip her chin.

Co-operate in your training Mary and I will not let Greg whip you again. Adequate food and water will be supplied. Your virginity will remain intact.

Fight me every step of the way, and we will enjoy whipping and raping you daily. Every scrap of food and sip of water will have to be earned through very harsh torture sessions. I have an Oriental customer who only buys little girls to torture. He pays me quite well and is always looking for new girls. And seems to go through them quickly. He threatened.

“Yes, Master” Was all Alice could think of. And remembered someone had once told her the same thing.

“Good little bitch” he replied and lowered Alice’s body to the floor again. Again Alice’s agony was extended as blood flowed back into abused limbs. The slamming of the door and a long silence was her only reward. “This is getting to be a habit I can do without” Alice moaned as she lay bound on the cold stone floor.

“This is getting to be a habit” Vicki’s voice announced as Alice awoke. She was holding Alice’s battered body gently in her arms as her pet wiped Alice’s lacerated skin with a warm wet cloth.

“We got lost driving up here” And it took us a while to find you in the basement of the house after we arrived’ Vicki told her. “There is no one here except the pony girls in the mews”

“Anyone else with you this time?” Alice whispered.

“No, after letting us through the security perimeter and handing us the keys to this place, we were allowed drove in alone” “You know they are out looking for you again?” “I got the impression getting back out will be very different” Vicki went on. Do all those people with guns work for your parents?”

“Actually they all work for me, Dear Vicki” Alice told her surprised two time rescuer.

“Drive me back to the Manor and tell them you found me beside the road on the way to here” Alice ordered. “Leave your pet here with the pony girls”

“Do you have a gun?” “Can you use it” Alice inquired.

“I have a double barreled shotgun, used for clay pigeon shooting, in the trunk of my car” Vicki replied. “Both my pet and I can fire it”

“You will find a cell phone in that pile of clothes over there” Alice indicated ‘See if you can call for help once you get a mile or two down the road”

Reluctantly Vicki and “Pet” carried Alice to the back seat of her car and lay her on a quilted blanket.

Alice groaned as the small car moved off down the gravel road into the dark. “Remind me to get you something with a softer ride” Alice squeaked out, between gasps.

After a while Vicki flipped open the cells phone and called the only number in the memory section.

About five seconds later the beam of a searchlight pieced the blackness from above and a huge flat black helicopter descended blocking the road in front. Armed figures rushed out and hauled Vicki from the car, dragging her away.

“Stop, Stop, Stop” Moaned Alice into the face of the one bending over her.

“No one will harm you now Mistress Alice” A voice used to being obeyed told her.

“Then you had better make sure the woman who has rescued me twice comes to no harm” Alice weekly ordered before passing out.