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The Ex-Wife Adventure 18-21
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by Amelie Fortescue copyright c2020 Amelie Fortescue.
18. Wolf Pack
They both suppressed their grins as they returned.
"The recorder is operating ... you must now tell all the details of the
new banking data system - This is your very last chance!" Sheila hammed
into my face.
"Never!" I screamed after Barbara finished ungagging me.
"I'll never betray my secrets to the KGB - Not even to their most sexy
agents!"
They both struggled to suppress their grins.
"Very well, fool ... If the KGB cannot know these secrets, then no-one
else shall have them. You must be killed - but in a way that must seem
accidental as well as being most painful for you!" Barbara gagged me with
a tube gag.
"You will be torn to pieces by a pack of wolves ..." Sheila informed me
conversationally.
"It has to happen outside in the forest ..." Barbara supplemented as she
used a huge paintbrush to smear me all over with a sticky goo.
"... So, we have to let you escape into the forest ... covered in a
substance that no wolf can resist ..." Sheila continued. "If you are fast
and/or lucky, you just might escape the wolves ...?"
They pushed me outside and locked me out.
- - - -
I was still dressed in Frances' office clothes - slutwear including high-
heeled ballet boots and a restrictive corset. I was gagged with a
breather gag and my arms were tightly bound behind me. I was unprepared
to outrun imaginary wolves, so I simply tottered steadily back along the
track that led to the cabin.
I had walked for about five minutes when I heard the first howl.
I froze in alarm, and then giggled through my gag - obviously Sheila or
Barbara was extending a talent for animal mimickry.
I carried on tottering slowly along the track, and then heard another
howl begin - joined quickly by another to make a duet.
"Barbara and Sheila in competitions!" I decided smugly, and did not
change my pace.
Two howling voices became three, and my certainty was under threat -
Unconsciously I began to hurry away from the howling choir behind me.
"They've prepared speakers at the cabin, and they are playing a
recording!"
I consoled myself, but I hurried a little faster.
There was one howl just behind me, and I heard gravel being scattered - I
could not resist turning quickly to scan the shadows behind me, and I saw
a low shape plunging in my direction.
Logic and reason were abandoned in the mad panic - I ran for my life!
No Olympic sprinter could have outpaced me.
Howls merged behind me as the pack came together on the track at my
heels.
Unconsciously I counted the different voices - at least ten big animals
scattering gravel behind my heels.
I marvelled at how suitable the ballet boots were for fast sprinting - I
needed to be up on my toes for maximum speed.
But the sprint was wracking my body with pain - my tortured lungs were
fit to burst, and my legs were turning to jelly, but the noisy pack raced
behind me to close the gap.
I knew that I could run no further, so I dived off the track to find a
tree to protect my back - I would kick out at the brutes - the stiletto
heels would wound them and make them hang back. I reached my chosen tree
and swung around to face them - and found the big pack leader was already
diving at my chest... I toppled flat onto the leafy soil with the brute
weighing me down. I heard a chorus of triumphant howls from the pack as
they closed in to finish me off.
They didn't try to kill me immediately, but satisfied themselves by
licking the pungent goo from my body. After five minutes of being licked,
I suspected that the wolves were actually all toothless. I struggled to
heave my way clear of them, but they were too insistent to let me escape.
- - - -
The giggling gave them away.
"Having fun in there?" Barbara enquired from the safety of the track.
"Get these damned animals off me!" came out as "Guh is am an uff mi!"
through the breather gag.
"Fifi is just loving all the attention that Simon's Labradors are
lavishing on her!" exclaimed Sheila laughing.
"Labradors!" I realized I had been thoroughly tricked.
With the elimination of fear, the irritation of the persistent licking
took precedence.
Soon that irritation bloomed into unbearable tickling, and I wriggled and
giggled uncontrollably, as every inch of me was cleaned and cleaned again
and again.
Eventually, even the aroma of the goo was gone and the dogs wandered off.
"Did you enjoy that, Fifi?" Barbara enquired as they came to help me to
my feet.
I refrained from answering, because my expletives would be wasted in the
breather gag.
"Simon organises 'hunts' sometimes ..." Barbara explained. "He and his
friends are a bit kinky - so we borrowed his pack ..."
"And his biggest tub of Aniseed!" added Sheila.
"Sheila, I already explained - It's not actually aniseed ..." Barbara
interrupted impatiently.
- - - -
19. Equestrians
Barbara was grinning at me, so I returned to the real world. Her grin
slowly curled at the edges. Barbara's 'evil grin' heralded new perils for
me. She prised the huge rubber ball out of my mouth, and I worked my jaw
and licked my dry lips and waited.
"We're going to have an equestrian afternoon." She smiled at me sweetly,
and tickled my chin.
"Barbara, I can't ride - I never have - you know I can't!" I protested,
"Are you just going to leave me here - tied and helpless?" I queried as
Sheila approached to look at me.
"Of course not!" Barbara exclaimed, "Do you think I'm a monster ... No,
Fifi, you are most certainly coming with us to the equestrian centre! We
couldn't enjoy ourselves, if we left you behind." They giggled together,
and I concluded that they expected to keep me as a bound prisoner during
their horse-riding.
I simply expected they would leave me hogtied and out of sight in a
horsebox or something.
- - - -
"Ponies can't talk!" Sheila insisted, but I wasn't really listening to
her.
"Ponies aren't usually feminised men - dressed like whores - and wearing
high-heeled ballet boots!" I complained, as Barbara and Sheila fussed
about buckling my harness.
"Sheila, be a dear ... and Bridle our noisy little pony! ... She's far
too noisy!" Barbara commanded.
My further attempts to object were stifled as the tongue depressor did
its job, and the entire bridle was buckled behind my head. A glance in
the full length mirror showed that as well as the bridle and blinkers, I
now sported a large pair of alert racehorse ears on top of my head.
"I think that our little pony is very pretty!" said Barbara as she stood
back to examine me. My own opinion disagreed - I had no such fantasy
about becoming a pony girl!
"I think, that our little pony is really, really cute!" exclaimed Sheila
grabbing me in a hug, and kissing my cheek across the straps.
"I always wanted a little pony of my own - but Daddy wouldn't give me
one!" Sheila's chest heaved in confession.
"You agreed to share her with me!" Barbara reminded her, and Sheila
turned to kiss Barbara's cheek in gratitude.
I tried to stamp my feet to object to the proceedings, but tall stilettos
are almost soundless on thick concrete.
"I'm sorry," said Barbara turning towards me, "I'll get you some proper
pony-hoof boots for next time!" she promised.
My eyes widened - I had no intention of submitting to any 'next time'. I
stamped again and wiggled my imprisoned hands. I mouthed, "Ugh, arg mmm
arg erg mmm!" to underline my objections.
"The darling is very impatient to get started!" Sheila commented. I
stared at her with wide open eyes.
"Ugh, arg mmm arg erg mmm!" I repeated insistently.
"I didn't really expect her to be this enthusiastic!" Barbara enthused,
"Back her into the sulky, Sheila, while I lift the handles!"
I was powerless as Sheila reversed me into position for the pony cart,
and the two women joked and giggled as they attached my harness to the
cart.
"Now listen, Fifi! Barbara knows what she's doing ... she'll be driving
you and teaching me ... obey the reins instantly - otherwise we'll close
your blinkers and race you blindfolded ... I don't think you'll like
that! So will you obey?"
I trembled a little and nodded my head.
"I'll use the carriage whip to encourage more speed, Fifi.
A whip crack above your head for more effort: A gentle swipe on your
derriere if the improvement is unsatisfactory: and a cut across your
hind-quarters, if I suspect intransigence ... Do you understand, Fifi?"
Barbara recited, and I nodded quickly.
Barbara and Sheila climbed into the cart, and I felt my reins being
shaken.
"Gee up!" shouted Sheila, and they both laughed gleefully.
Carefully obeying the reins, I was guided out the barn door into the
sunshine.
We were not alone! The entire area was populated - lots of other carts
criss-crossing and some carts on the racecourse - and hundreds of
interested equestrians on foot.
Nobody seemed to notice our arrival on the scene.
The whip cracked above my head and I stumbled in shock. The reins jerked
my head straight again, and I speeded up a little.
Barbara and Sheila took turns at exercising control over Fifi, the pony
girl, and after about an hour they allowed me to return to the barn. I
had several new, ugly red stripes across my buttocks, and I had become
very obedient. I waited patiently while my mistresses decided what to do
next.
"No, it couldn't be! - Surely, I was being paranoid. That woman looked
just like Veronica!" My thoughts tumbled uncontrolled.
I turned and dipped my head to hide my face, but Barbara disapproved. She
cut my backside with the whip and dragged my head straight with the
reins.
Of course that was enough for Veronica - for it was she. Veronica stared
straight at me and approached cautiously.
"Is that you, Frances?" she queried hesitantly, and I shook my head. "Arg
erg mmm mmmarg!" I replied.
"Hello, I'm Veronica ... Is one of you Frances' owner?" Veronica asked my
wives, and I became traffic-light red with mortification.
"Hello, Veronica," Sheila replied, "We're both co-owners of Fifi here.
"When she's submissive - like now, we don't call her Frances.
"I'm Sheila, and this is Barbara ... How did you meet Frances?"
Veronica explained about Richard being her husband and the introductions
in the restaurant.
"Did you know that the man that molested her was knocked unconscious with
a broken jaw?" Veronica asked rhetorically.
Introductions over - the three women were obviously becoming friends, and
Veronica had a favour to ask.
"I know it's an awful cheek ... but I've never driven a pony girl ...
I've always wanted to ... I've been coming to the pony club for years,
and only managed to admire from afar - never had the courage to ask
before - but since Frances-er-Fifi is a sort of
friend ..." Veronica stumbled through her request, and placed a sugar
lump in my mouth - which I sucked gratefully despite my thirst.
Barbara engaged herself to tutor Veronica in pony girl driving, and
naturally I too was volunteered for the lessons.
After about half an hour, we returned to the barn where Sheila waited -
carefully concealing her impatience. Veronica thanked my wives for the
interlude and gave me another sugar lump.
"See you around later, Fifi - No - I'll be seeing Frances, I expect!"
Veronica grinned, and left after kissing each of my wives.
- - - -
20. The Pool Revisited
After that exciting weekend, we settled back into our regular routine -
The daily grind of work and rest. Numerous problems of detail were
emerging and 'Frances' was needed to either create or sign off all
solutions. I was getting worn down, and Sheila started looking at me with
a perpetually worried frown.
On Friday Sheila waited for Barbara to leave on an errand and then
behaving like a music-hall spy, beckoned me to her office to whisper the
beginnings of a plot into my ear.
"Fifi, you need bucking up! ... How about killing two birds with one
stone ... Agh, unfortunate to pick that saying! ... How about really
cheering up Barbara as well? She's suffering from overwork and lack of
sleep as well as you?" She looked at me enquiringly, and I shuddered
gently.
"Another tortuous adventure for poor, old Fifi - you mean?" I challenged.
"No! ... Not enough time for a full-scale adventure - I know both you and
Barbara need to catch up with work sometime this weekend." Sheila gazed
at me enquiringly, and I fell into her trap.
"Ok, you'd better summarize your plan - I need to get this document
published before we leave today!"
"Well, Fifi, you know how Barbara has this hang-up concerning you and
water...?"
"BARBARA has a hang-up! ... Let me tell you, Sheila that FIFI has a hang
up about BARBARA and water!" I retorted, and Sheila hugged and kissed me
to silence the dirge.
"Fifi, I think it would be a good idea to kill that dragon for Barbara's
sake ... And I think it might kill your dragon as well ... I promise you
that the outcome will be beneficial to both of you!" Sheila's tones
exuded assurance.
I was in a hurry, I had an assessment report to finish and publish to all
departments.
"Let's talk in the car!" I cut her off.
"Thank you, darling Fifi!" she misunderstood my rebuttal, and her kisses
and hugs prevented me from correcting her wrong impression of my meaning.
"Hurry up with your boring old report, and I'll see you in the car!" she
abandoned me.
I had to admire the way I had been manipulated.
I concentrated on completing my report, and finally wandered to the car
park in a dazed state as I mentally reviewed and re-reviewed my published
report. Eventually the fear and excitement of being conveyed at crazy
speeds on normal roads drove all rational thoughts from my head.
- - - -
"It will be fine! ... You DO trust me, don't you?" Sheila challenged me
uncompromisingly, and I nodded automatically - quickly realising that I
had been manoeuvred into agreeing to her plan.
"Barbara ... You remember that I asked you about weekending beside your
pool -
Did you get it sorted?" Sheila, was phoning Barbara at her garage - her
car was playing up.
"Yes, Sheila, I've had it thoroughly cleaned! I've never used it since
... that time. ... But it will be nice to sunbathe beside it this
weekend. ... Are we plotting to get Fifi sunbathing in a bikini?" she
enquired eagerly, and Sheila laughed, and I cringed.
"Fifi will grab some groceries, and we'll meet you there." Sheila broke
the connection, and so we piled weekend supplies into her car, and left
for Barbara's house.
- - - -
Barbara was definitely cheerful, as she arrived to greet us and let us
into her house.
"Oh, Fifi, it's just great having you back here - My dungeon hasn't been
used for weeks and weeks, and I'm sure that you're excited - aren't you?"
I remembered what Sheila said, and stilted a reply.
"Yes, Miss Barbara, I am really very excited!"
"Fifi, I know when you're lying - I'm disappointed when you lie to me!"
"Sorry, Miss Barbara, but Miss Sheila has plans for me, that I am not
totally comfortable with, and I am very distracted ..."
"Oh, Sheila, you shouldn't have warned Fifi about the bikini tan lines -
It would have been more fun to surprise her!" Barbara concluded
incorrectly.
- - - -
Barbara was relaxing on her lounger by the swimming pool, and I was being
carefully briefed in the kitchen by Sheila, as she attached the heavy
chains between my ankles.
"Now, Fifi, the chains look impressive but they are aluminium. They will
stop you swimming, but look suitably grotesque. Now will you wear the
handcuffs? They might not be necessary, but will certainly add to the
drama?" I nodded and Sheila handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
"Good girl, Fifi, there are two full aqualungs hidden in the shadows at
the bottom of the pool - that Barbara knows nothing about. Bolt croppers
are nearby, and the rescue rope and winch are all ready ... The handcuffs
are a children's toy with a secret release levers - please, don't touch
the lever accidentally!
I know how much this is costing you, Fifi ... You are a very good girl!"
She arranged the tray tied to my waist and placed two long cool drinks on
it.
Sheila kissed my cheek and rushed to her place for the grand performance.
I walked across the lawn towards the pool - careful to avoid spilling
either of the drinks.
"Barbara, you don't get service like this in waterfront cafes!" Sheila
exclaimed to Barbara, who turned to stare at my progress with adoring
wonderment.
Eventually I arrived at the poolside, and the ladies took their drinks
from my tray.
"Is there anything else you require, mistresses?" I enquired before the
difficult bit.
I turned and was confused about how to achieve a convincing trip, I
stumbled and genuinely fell headfirst by accident into the deep end of
the pool. I gasped a shout of surprise and fear before I submerged.
I was shocked and frozen as I plunged to the bottom of the pool, and lay
there breathless and unmoving as weighted by the ankle chain I assumed an
upright posture anchored on the bottom of the pool. I controlled my
panic. Sheila had promised that nothing would go wrong. I could see the
weighted aqualungs, and the blurred line of the bolt cutters.
I resisted the temptation to free myself from the handcuffs. Relative
time was expanded. Sheila had promised to dive in and rescue me, if
Barbara was too shocked to react - so I waited - trying to calm the
bubbling panic.
A blurred form in a bikini was quickly by my side, I knew it was Barbara,
because she ignored the aqualungs, and simply dragged me to the surface
with powerful swimming strokes. Sheila helped land me at the side of the
pool, and discretely removed my toy handcuffs. Barbara was instantly
beside me, and was enthusiastically giving me the kiss of life - which I
didn't actually need, so I enthusiastically kissed in return.
"You bad girl, Fifi! Don't you ever do that again!" Barbara changed from
compassion to anger as she realised that I wasn't dead.
"You have to be more careful, Fifi! You are irreplaceable!" Barbara burst
into tears, and Sheila hugged her.
"You saved me, mistress!" I declared and joined the hug. The warmth of
the sun as it dried my back.
- - - -
We had to confess how we had prepared the little drama, and Barbara was
quite put out, until I described how a genuine accident had replaced the
staged trip.
"I can always tell when you lie, Fifi - you'll never make an actress -
And I knew the fall was a genuine accident!"
She laughed at me, and her infectious laugh had us rolling around on the
grass beside the pool.
"My dungeon awaits you, Fifi! You must be punished for trying to deceive
your mistress! ... And you, Sheila, you must be punished as well!"
Sheila was shocked - she had never before been required to sub to
Barbara.
"Very well, mistress Barbara," Sheila agreed. "Perhaps I deserve some
punishment for my good deed ..." She looked slyly at Barbara, who laughed
and hugged her.
"Maybe another time, slave Sheila!" Barbara continued, "But for now I
need mistress Sheila to help me punish this deceiving slut in my dungeon!
Bring the slave, mistress Sheila!" Barbara strode off confidently to open
her musty dungeon.
"It worked!" Sheila hugged me, when Barbara was out of earshot.
"Do you see the change in her demeanour? And you, Fifi ... You're on top
of the world after your rescue!"
"Back to the depths of despond - now that I'm being led into the dungeon,
mistress."
I protested, but Sheila grinned at me.
"Be honest with yourself, Fifi. You know you enjoy pleasing Barbara and
me - and you know the discomfort is temporary each time, and you know
that your tormentors really love you. Do you seriously object to your
tortures?" Sheila grinned at me, as she placed real handcuffs on my
wrists.
I shook my head, and grinned back at her as she frogmarched me to a
session in the dungeon.
- - - -
21. Dinner Date
Richard had told Sheila that he needed to discuss a technical point with
me in London - It had to be in London, because his work time was too full
of meetings, and an informal discussion in a different restaurant this
very evening would suit him.
He said Veronica would be at the meal, and he suggested that Barbara and
Sheila should complete the social quotient of the party, and keep
Veronica amused.
He had expressed surprise that Veronica knew my wives, but she was being
reticent, and he was mystified.
Of course, Sheila had quickly consulted with Barbara, and then agreed
that all three of us would attend.
I remembered Veronica as the charming wife of our friend Richard, but
also remembered her as a demanding taskmistress, who had whipped me as I
pulled her along in the sulky - I had a bad feeling about the dinner
date, and when I was left alone, I rang Richard to ask him if I couldn't
answer his techie query over the phone.
Richard was very defensive, and kept pretending to misunderstand, and
eventually he came clean.
"Frances, you'll think me very weak, but this is all Veronica's idea ...
I promised to avoid telling you, so please, don't tell her I betrayed her
- and please, come to the restaurant!"
I slammed the phone down without signing off, and went to garner support
from my wives.
Sheila and Barbara were highly amused that Veronica was plotting
something,, and being genuine females, they were convinced that it would
be fun, and immediately started to look forward to the surprise - My
hopes of support evaporated - I was to be given up as a lamb to the
slaughterer.
- - - -
As a concession to me the girls decided we would all attend the
restaurant in identical slutwear except for the boots - Sheila in two
inch heels - Barbara in four inch heels and me as usual in my six-inch-
heeled ballet boots.
We entered the restaurant with our long coats unfastened and trailing
behind our shoulders like cloaks. All the diners stopped eating to look
at us.
The Maitre'd rushed up to us from the depths of the restaurant, and his
serious expression caused me to think our evening adventure would be
quickly curtailed.
He singled out Barbara, and bowed before her.
"Madam, so very nice to see you again! - We can soon set up the VIP table
for you and your two guests ..."
"No, thank you, Pedro!" Barbara stopped him, "We are to be the guests of
Mr Richard ..." she was interrupted.
"Of course, Madam, he did actually warn me to expect guests, but I had no
idea that he meant yourself ... Would you like the VIP table for your
complete party?"
"No, Pedro! And I want to be treated like any normal customer -
understand!"
"As you wish, Madam," he replied with a bow and went ahead to lead us to
Richard's table. Sheila grabbed Barbara's arm.
"What was all that about, Barbara?" she demanded, and I was also
interested in knowing the answer.
"I have a controlling interest in this restaurant - haven't been here for
years, but Pedro clearly remembers me." Barbara shrugged free of Sheila's
grip, and followed Pedro, and we followed Barbara.
Richard and Veronica were effusive as we arrived, and made a big fuss of
us.
Richard whispered his personal thanks to me while Veronica was busy
kissing my wives. I sighed and grimaced in reply.
Everything was very normal and cordial throughout the meal until the
coffees arrived.
The coffees arrived with liqueurs, and Pedro had been over-generous with
his measures.
Veronica obviously had a low threshold for intoxication and that made her
bold.
"Now that my husband has had his explanation about boring computers,
let's discuss the real business of the evening!" she struggled.
"Ladies, I would very much like to hire your pony and cart again soon!
I am willing to pay the going rate!" she insisted, and I cringed.
"But, darling, you are a superb equestrian ... you sit tall on tall
horses - only unskilled or handicapped riders need a carriage - And
anyway if you really want to ... I can bur you a horse and cart of your
own!" Richard insisted.
"- Not the pony that I want!" Veronica argued. "- Or is she for sale?"
she asked my wives, and stared directly at me. I blushed to my hair
roots, as nearby diners were obviously eavesdropping on our conversation.
They had to promise to hire ponygirl Fifi to Veronica in order to defuse
her increasingly loud insistence, and prevent Richard discovering his
wife's secret pastime.
Richard paid the bill, but was distracted, and called Pedro over to check
it, then shook his head unconvinced.
"Pedro will lose money if he continues undercharging like this!" he
announced.
Barbara turned and gave Pedro a withering stare, but Pedro grinned and
shrugged with opened arms.
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