The Dominant Male

smack on the thigh with the back of the scrubbing brush. She yelped with pain and hopped around as he dropped the brush into the bucket with a plop. Chastity watched with horror as he then picked up a long and slender riding whip and led them away.
    This place was like a mad and fevered dream. Chastity followed Mr Catchpole, her mind and senses reeling. Beyond the open area was another set of stalls. More beautiful naked girls, some standing, some kneeling or sitting, but all with head harnesses and bits between their teeth, and many with a lost, beseeching expression in their eyes, were stabled there. At the very last stall a blonde girl lay, seemingly dozing in a pile of straw.
    ‘Wake up now, Snowflake!’ Mr Jackson expertly flicked the whip outwards, the slender whipcord cracking across the prone girl’s naked skin. She gasped and came to life, scrambling to her feet before the head groom decided to use the whip again. Once she was standing at her full height, the men made the two girls face each other, so close that Chastity’s engorged nipples brushed against the other young woman’s, which were jutting out quite as full and proud as Chastity’s were doing.
    If it was not quite like looking in a mirror, it was disconcerting all the same. Chastity had always been taller than her fellows and her pale, gold hair was rare too. Snowflake was almost exactly the same height, with the same unusual golden locks, though hers were pulled back tight into a pony-tail.
    ‘Incredible! When his Lordship bought Snowflake I was sure he would never match her,’ said Mr Jackson in an awestruck tone. ‘Look at their breasts. Big for their frames but firm too, for their size and the dugs are at the same height exactly, as are their noses.’
    ‘She is fatter though, the thighs are plumper and there is not the muscle tone…’
    ‘As you would expect,’ declared Mr Jackson. She has been a lady’s maid not a trotting filly. Snowflake was much the same when we first took her. It will take a little work to get her into full condition but once she has had a few runs her thighs and belly will match to perfection, I warrant. ‘The coloration is exact: the pale peach pelt, the golden mane… and tail!’ He bent and yanked and Chastity gasped through the bit gag as he pulled a lock of pubic hair and held it up. ‘Before we docked Snowflake’s tail it was just this shade.’
    The creature in question had wide blue eyes, and these were fixed on Chastity’s with an unreadable expression as the men appraised them. Chastity could feel her cheeks burn, but the other girl did not blush. Had she become accustomed to standing, stark naked, in the presence of men who spoke of her as if she were some sort of animal? Chastity would never, never ever, find this humiliation endurable. Of that she was quite sure, if of nothing else in this madhouse.
    ‘Well, I had best get back to finish Peony,’ Mr Jackson smacked Chastity on the bottom with his hand and she squeaked in pain, her rump being still very tender from the caning. ‘And you had better see how the lads are doing. None of the duns have had their fodder yet. We will let these two become acquainted while they await his Lordship’s pleasure.’
    Chastity was left standing with her bridle tied to a hook at one side of the stall. Snowflake stood on the other side. The men had strapped her hands together and then chained these to her collar at the back so that she was in the same straits as Chastity and she was tethered in the same way to the other side of the stall. The grooms had shortened both bridle ropes so that the girls’ bodies could not quite meet.
    ‘We don’t want fillies fighting,’ Mr Jackson had remarked before taking his leave. The wide blue eyes of the other girl never left her face but it was not until the men had gone off to other duties that she said anything.
    ‘Gu gu go gow gu guse gaw gee?’ The blonde girl said through her bit-gag.
    ‘Gock?’ Chastity blinked her incomprehension.
    ‘Gaw gee!’ Snowflake raised her left leg and rotated her knee towards chastity. ‘Gan gu guse gaw gee? Gi geed gaw gee!’
    The naked blonde girl moved forward until the rope halter tethering her to the stall was too taut for her to come any further. She extended and raised her leg again and this time almost brushed Chastity’s quim with the tip of her knee.
    ‘Gum gawgard! Gum, gum!’ She used her head as much as it was free to move to motion that Chastity should