The Dirt Road

Chapter One-2

As it happened, it was while changing into riding things that she saw a car pull up, from her bedroom window. With a fair bit of irritation, she pulled her jodhpurs off again, and dived back into her working clothes, before hurrying downstairs to greet the newcomers.

It was late June. The air buzzed with insect wings and far away machinery. A white convertible Mercedes sports model, sporting dusty sills and bumpers due to having negotiated the dirt road to the farm at a cavalier speed, was disgorging its gorgeous occupants, as Julia ejected herself from the house, just behind David and Christine. Those two seemed anxious to please, greeting the two females with attentiveness.

One of the girls was of medium height, with medium length blond hair, a perfectly formed body and a face that betrayed her conviction of superiority. There were those that had it, and then the rest. The phrase, “sense of entitlement,” would have left her nonplussed, if any had had the temerity to present it to her. Things were as they were supposed to be. She was an expensive girl, well educated, cut-glass accent, complacent smile. It all cost money; and who was entitled to her family’s money if not herself?

The woman who emerged from the other door of the sport’s car was half way through her twentieth year. Willowy and flexible, she looked like a dancer, and had the air of a being who was prepared to retreat, unless caught in the glare of headlamps. In that case, she stood firm, like a rabbit, and took what was coming to her. Remarkably, both young women had the same natural colour hair. Penny’s was thicker, Charlotte’s was finer, but when they slept together and their heads were close, their crowning glory combined to form a perilous sea of gold. When they were out, this embarrassment of riches turned many heads; a fact not lost on either of them. Each was a trophy for the other. Only Penny turned this attention to account, however. Charlotte stayed loyal to her friend through inclination.

“Julia, show our guests to the blue bedroom, please!”

Julia, having thus been introduced, curtsied cautiously in her very short dress, as a knickerless girl is likely to do.

“Hello,” said Penny; the trace of a sneer flickering across her otherwise cheerful face. She had guessed the reason for Julia’s discomfort, and something told her that she was going to have some fun with this girl.

“Hi!” said Charlotte; shy, but prepared to be friends. Julia noticed her pale blue eyes, fair complexion, and the fact that her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Julia liked her.

“Good day, Miss; good day, Miss!” Julia responded to the greetings given with a quick smile, and led her charges away to their room, while David Cordell busied himself with managing his client’s luggage.

***

Some days went by. The two young females were well-bred for the most part. Even the nastiness that Penny was capable of smelled of duchess. When she was bad-mannered she seemed positively aristocratic, and thus, despite her insults, well-bred after all. They came down for breakfast pretty much on time, Penny sometimes looking like the cat that had already had her cream, and sometimes slightly dishevelled and cranky. Charlotte was a Virgo.

***

Crockery clinked against itself in the dish tray. Rivulets of washing-up water wandered back into the sink via the polished granite draining board. Outside, the sun was bathing creation in a warm glow. Inside, Charlotte was leaning back in a kitchen chair, dreamily stirring a cup of tea. She gazed at her cup thoughtfully, and addressed the dish-washer.

“Julia, can I help you with those things?”

They had been discussing their predilections.

“No, thank you Miss. It’s not that much. I’ll manage.” A short silence. The room seemed warmer. The air was palpable. Julia was aware of the other girl behind her. She could feel the exact spot where she was sitting as an impression on her back.

“Do you like working here?”

Julia laughed, and took a few moments to weigh her words.

“Oh yes, it’s a lot of fun. You know I love working with horses, and that was the main reason I came here in the first place.”

“And what about the other stuff?”

Julia laughed again.

“That was the second reason I came here! What about you, Miss. Are you enjoying yourself?”

Julia picked up a blue checked tea-towel and commenced using it on the washed table things. The young girl had finished her tea, but continued to stir the cup as if it were just to hear it chime.

Charlotte considered. “Do you ever wish you were a man?”

“No,” returned Julia. “They are usually quite stupid, and they play stupid games.”

“But then you would know what it feels like to make love to yourself,” Charlotte wistfully remarked, as she gazed into the back of the tea spoon at her own lovely face.

“Perhaps you could spank yourself?” Julia said, playfully.

“Actually, I can’t orgasm unless someone else does it.”

***

Charlotte was squirming. It was not easy to do that because she was hanging upside down, her ankles fastened in a pair of lined, broad cuffs, attached to a specially designed contraption that allowed restrained inversion in as safe a manner as possible. There were mechanisms to prevent accidental dropping, which even at a few inches could cause permanent paralysis or death in this position. Penny had not been allowed to use the machine without specific training. On the ground beneath her friend, was a giant pvc inflatable cushion. Being inverted made upper body movements heavy and awkward, and a complete body squirm required moving the suspended weight of her body.

Penny had called her into the barn as she passed by the open door, having just said “good morning” to Alex.

“Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“No! Why do you say that?”

“I saw the way you looked at that man, flaunting yourself with that thing on. It doesn’t properly cover your underwear. You’re not turning into a little slapper, are you?”

The younger girl was shaking her head, eyes widened and becoming slightly breathless with astonished indignation.

“No!”

“Because if you are, we know what to do with slappers here!”

“I didn’t… “

“Do you mind not interrupting me constantly? It’s almost impossible to hear myself think!”

Penny scowled and pouted. It had the desired effect. Charlotte aimed to please. When Penny was totally focussed on her like this, she could almost see herself in her mistress’s eyes, and thus become the object of her own appetites. She ceased to remonstrate.

“Sorry!”

Charlotte breathed the word like a long lament. At the same time, Penny noticed a hint of impatience; agitation, even.

“Right! If you’re burning to show yourself off to every man you come across—don’t laugh!”

“Nohhh!” agreed the younger girl. “I’m really sorry, I need the loo!”

Penny’s eyes narrowed and a sly shadow chased across her face.

“Oh, really? I was just thinking how thirsty you looked…”

“No, I really—”

“Don’t argue with me! You’re being incredibly difficult, when all I’m trying to do is help you. You’re not going to be annoying today, are you?”

“No, I’m not!” said Charlotte, with sincerity.

Charlotte did not want to miss out on anything that was coming. At the same time, a little went a long way when being punished. She found satisfaction in moderate discomfort, but if her partner had the feeling that she was being forced to assert herself, she could be vengeful, and she was spiteful enough as it was.

“Right, run into the house and come back with two big bottles of mineral water!”

“Great, I can go to the toilet!”

“No! You have no time to go to the toilet. I want you to run straight back here. If you’re any longer than three minutes, you can sleep here tonight!”

There was nothing sexy about that prospect. The poor girl was back in two minutes, breathless but discreetly jubilant that she had beaten the clock.

“Oh, well done!” sneered Penny slightly, in her impeccable elocution. “Now then, when you’ve got your breath back, I want you to drink both of them.”

“Both of them?”

“What did I just say?”

“I know, you said both of them. But I really need the toilet—!”

“How many bottles are you going to drink?”

“. . . Two.”

“Go on!”

It was a new punishment. At least, Charlotte thought it was the punishment, but it turned out to be only the preparation. She managed the first half litre fairly quickly, but the next half took five minutes to drink. The final half litre looked like taking forever. The other girl cajoled and bullied, but there was only so much capacity in her lean body. The second bottle was out of the question, especially since Charlotte’s bladder was beginning to struggle in earnest. She begged to be allowed to relieve herself.

“Hang on a bit!” tittered Penny, as she led her friend to the contraption, fastening the cuffs around the other’s slim calves.

She took hold of a wheel with a handle against the wall and began to turn it. Ropes tightened, and Charlotte was forced to drop hurriedly to the floor to avoid toppling over, as the cuffs around her ankles, at the end of the ropes, began to rise into the air. The captive was wearing a short, thin summer dress. As her lovely legs pointed roofward, it fell down past her knickers and uncovered her belly, now somewhat distended with the water she had drunk. The hem of the garment hung about her chin, and the straps that had hitherto been responsible for holding the dress up began to slacken below her shoulders.

She hung like this for a while before her squirming began, and asked if she might now be allowed to use the toilet.

“Not yet. Your punishment isn’t over,” answered Penny, a malevolent gleam in her eye.

The feeling in Charlotte’s bladder grew from a feeling of fullness to an urgent pressure, to bursting desperation. She gasped and jiggled her legs, trying to distract herself from the feeling, to no avail. Her hands went up to her white underwear and she pressed between her legs.

“Please, I need to go!”

“Not yet!” said Penny brightly; exulting in the discomfort of her friend, her lips drawn back with cruel humour.

She knew that Charlotte could no longer see her, since the dress hung over her face, and the older girl was able, greedy and unobserved, to enjoy the sight of the other’s perfect belly, taut with corded muscle, tense and let go as she squirmed and negotiated with her bladder.

“When can I go?” moaned Charlotte.

It was nearly time for lunch.

“Oh, it’ll be ages yet!”

There was a wail from Charlotte.

“I can’t wait!”

“You’d better! If you pee yourself I’m going to leave you hanging there for lunch,” said Penny, rubbing her helpless victim between the legs.

“Is that nice?” She enquired, mischievously; now gently tapping slightly above (now below)the place where Charlotte was most feeling the pressure.

The suspended beauty, at the end of her tether, danced in the air in a vain attempt to avoid the unavoidable. Her breasts jiggled between her arms, her feet clenched and wiggled. The tormentor patted the girl’s lower stomach, encouragingly; and then lightly spanked her p***y with more urgency. In between, she placed her hand in that same place, and rubbed briskly side to side, relaxing the very muscles that her friend was trying to keep tense.

Penny knew it would not be long before her victim let go, and positioned herself to get the best view possible, without putting herself in the firing line.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

Each “sorry” came louder and more distraught as the series rose in tone and climaxed with the mineral water of the day, having been as intimate with her as it liked, bursting forth as a very light coloured fluid. Penny rejoiced in her victory, as warmth spurted through Charlotte’s fingers with a satisfying energy, even though it had first to pass through her pants. The first deluge was like a little waterfall, landing partly on the cushion and partly on the girl’s upturned dress, which thus, at first shielded her face. As the stream continued, it became a river, snaking down Charlotte’s belly, making it glisten in the sunlight that glanced through the doorway.

The slightly steamy liquid soaked her bra, drenching her breasts, as she gasped at the indignity, then headed irrevocably downward inside her dress which was hanging away from her body, forming a little pool in the gulley under her chin, before making a little cascade over her face, with her tightly clamped lips, and threatening to invade her nostrils, which she shook her head, furiously, to prevent. Meandering over her eyelids, which were as resolutely closed as her mouth, the river reached the delta of her fine hair, of which she was so proud. Then, running off the cushion, combined with the dust and straw of the barn floor to form a swampland of urine and abused beauty where crocodiles might die of love. There was a silence.

“Are you alright?” said Penny, suddenly solicitous.

“Yes,” said Charlotte.

“Do you still want to f**k Alex?”

“I don’t like men.”

“Well, if you’re going to answer back… “said Penny, entirely satisfied with the reassuring answer she had received, “I really will leave you hanging until after lunch. Bye!”

So saying, the public school girl, relieved that she had apparently not gone too far, swung her jodhpurs into a thoroughbred saunter and left the barn. However, she immediately spotted Alex and returned directly. Giggling, she lowered her partner down and went looking for the hosepipe.