While Tyler mingled with his guests, Mr Peregrine Green was taking a private tour of the dungeons with one of the Escorts. As there were no girls currently displayed there since the entire herd was on duty outside, they had taken along one of the "young offenders" who had been brought along to work as a waitress. Having caught Tyler's eye when she arrived, the tall nineteen year old with long legs, slim waist and enticingly bouncy breasts had been taken aside and an altogether different deal was struck between Perry and Tyler concerning her.

Her skin was pleasantly and deeply tanned and looked sensational with her straight, blonde hair which was almost long enough for her to sit on.

"Once she's broken in and trained as a Ramparts Pleasuregirl," Tyler had told him, "she'll be unrecognisable. Obedient, polite and willing... ... always willing! Like the rest of them, she'll live for nothing more than the whip and her Masters' pleasure. If she's only got a week to go before her release and, as you've already pointed out, she's got nowhere else to go, it seems ridiculous to turn her out into a world that gives her no choice but to offend again! Leave her here and I'll see she's taken care of."

As Tyler, out in the grounds, smiled, shook hands and accepted congratulations on "a perfect show, old man!" Perry was ogling the girl's charms for the very first time as the Escort stripped her bare and then fixed her bound hands to a chain. Within moments, the lovely, gagged and bound young offender was suspended by her wrists, stretched tautly so that every sinew of her lovely body was perfectly visible.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it," the Escort said, handing Perry a very acceptable dog whip. "I bet you've been dying to give her a good thrashing!"

"You've no idea," Perry leered, wishing he had the facilities... and the guts... to punish the older girls as they so obviously deserved at the Hempstead End Young Offends Correctional Facility. Up until then, he had only groped the sluts and made them suck him off for some misdemeanour, usually fighting with the other inmates. He could not understand, as he slashed at the girl's delightful buttocks and watched her back arch in the most fascinating way, why it had never occurred to him to cane them. After all, he had a perfectly serviceable desk in his office over which they could be bent... ...

 

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In the absence of Adria, who was currently overseeing the ponygirl and trap demonstration, her young assistant - another of Perry's girls who found herself "on loan" from the facility, took charge of Siren when she was brought back to rest after a gruelling time as part of one of the afternoon's main attractions. Four inches taller than the just-over-five-feet Pleasuregirl and five years her junior, if she recognised Siren as the famous singer, she made no mention of it. She was dressed in a uniform of short red plaid skirt without knickers so that she was easily accessible, and white, short-sleeved cotton blouse with V-neck worn with a loosely tied red tie and a white, push-up bra beneath. White stiletto boots completed the uniform, and the overall effect was of a sexy, rebellious schoolgirl, which was exactly what the eighteen year old had been before her arrest and detention at the correctional facility.

She brushed Siren's long, perspiration-soaked fringe from her large, brown eyes but did not remove any of her shocking pink ponygirl regalia. Unlike Sparkle and the "working" ponies, Siren wore the golden chains rather than a leather harness. Her wrists were still joined together behind her back by the rings in her gauntlets. The girl merely rubbed her down vigorously and smiled at the tinkling of the swaying bells hanging from her hard, erect nipples, then returned her to one of the stalls, where she was secured safely by a rope fixed to her collar.

"You should think yourself lucky," the youngster confided. She placed one of the larger than normal ball gags that Adria had insisted upon when taking up her position, in Siren's mouth and buckled it tighter than was strictly necessary, dismissing as meaningless the pathetic whimpers as strands of hair were caught in the buckle. Her jaws were spread achingly wide and unlike the usual kind of ball bag, there was a small bung at the front which could be removed to allow the wearer to drink through a straw since there was a hole right the way through.

"You're not thirsty," the girl announced and left the bung in place. "Too bad if you are! I haven't got time to mollycoddle you!"

Leaving the tail with its butt plug in place she removed the inflexible dildo that had filled Siren's cunt for a couple of hours, smiling in a faintly evil way as she sighed with relief. "Master's giving you a break but not the others, he's having them paraded round all afternoon - even the ones pulling the traps have to be shown off after they've done their stints. But he said something about you needing to rest because you'd had a 'tiring night.' Ah, diddums! Has the poor Pleasureslut had a hard time of it?" she mocked nastily. "You should try working in the tack room... " the youngster snatched up a stiff bristle brush that Siren had seen the stable boy across at the horse's stables use for cleaning out the real horses' buckets, "grooming the tails and plumes, then polishing the leather 'till bloody midnight, then you'd know what a tiring time's really like!"

She upended the brush and, without warning or lubrication, inserted the handle between the lovely pinkly adorned ponygirl's legs, shoving the handle deep inside her, then withdrawing it. As she rammed it hard, she was not concerned as the stiff bristles scratched Siren's thighs, the brutal ins and outs keeping time with her resentment as it tumbled out.

"And all the while, there was Mistress Adria and her pony-lover grunting and howling away in one of the stalls all night long. Don't mind me, I thought, I'm just the hired hand around here! It's 'do this' and 'do that' all the bloody time! I might just as well be at the bloody facility again. Well, I ain't going back there, that's for sure! So I'll just have to prove to everyone here what an asset I'll be."

Letting go of the brush, she let it fall between her charge's feet, then used a paddle to give Siren's backside half a dozen resounding slaps across the marks and broken skin of the previous night's lustful savagery and laughed as Siren pawed the ground with her stilettos and whinnied complainingly.