A Night at The Races

Such is the level of distraction and frustration that Jacque and Raven have left you in that the muscular Frenchman has your hands restrained behind your back and a leash attached to your collar again before you even realize you’ve arrived.

“Mmmph.” You moan pitiably through your ring gag as Raven finally pulls out of your ass and allows you to collapse onto the floor of the hover car.

Jacque smiles down at you sadistically as he keys the hover car’s controls and opens the passenger door next to him. “Now now, mademoiselle,” He says as he gently but firmly tugs on the leash attached to your collar in order to get you to follow. “If that’s the extent of your stamina, you might as well forfeit your freedom now.”

“Nnnngh.”

Digging deep into your mental reserves, you try and work your way into an upright position. With your hands stuck behind your back and Jacque tugging on your leash, it isn’t easy, but thanks to your familiarity with the bondage position you’re in (and a few encouraging swats to the ass from Raven) you eventually manage to work your way up into a relatively upright position and shuffle towards the exit.

The first thing that you see as you emerge into the warm night air is a large cave mouth embedded in the canyon wall. A large holographic sign mounted above the entrance proudly announces your destination as “Dogsville Downs: Tetrion Beta’s One And Only Racetrack.”

Ordinarily you’d wonder what kind of racetrack, except for the fact that the sides of the entrance are decorated with neon signs in the shape of elaborately restrained pony girls prancing in place.

Oh crap.

Whatever Jacque has planned for you here, it’s clear he’s looking forward to it. There’s a glint in his eye as he watches the expression on your face.

“Viens, mademoiselle.” Jacque says to you as Raven emerges from the hover car and moves to stand beside you, her slender fingers caressing your curves. “There’s no escaping the inevitable.”

With a quick press of a button the hovercar flies off again, still carrying Melodia in the trunk, which leaves you alone to follow your two captors into Dogsville Downs.

Despite your situation, you give a small gasp as you pass through the cave entrance and catch your first sight of the massive interior.

You’re standing on the exterior concourse of a stadium. Off in the distance, about a dozen **** girls wearing traditional pony tack are running on a track that has been dug into the cavern floor. Several hundred spectators are crammed into stands overlooking the track, amphitheater style. There’s a crowded betting office with holograms of the pony girls currently racing on display, giving odds to anyone who cares to place a bet. You can even see several concessions stands serving snacks and booze, with the race displayed on massive tv screens mounted on the walls.

“Magnifique, oui?” Jacque asks, noting your wide eyed stare. “This place is run by mon frere d’armes, Desmond.”

He tugs on your leash sharply, pulling you in close so that he can grope your ass with his muscular hand as he guides you through the crowd.

“I come to visit every now and then to enter Raven into the competitions he puts on. The prizes can be quite lucrative, and as I’m sure you’re aware, Raven has something of a competitive streak.”

At the mention of his ****, you cast a quick glance backwards. Raven is following close behind the two of you, still eyeing you hungrily.

“As you can see, tonight is a race night,” Jacque continues, “but there are still all sorts of competitions for ponygirls in between races. I’m sure Desmond will find something suitable for you to participate in.”

Within moments, after ascending various staircases and passing through several crowded concourses, you find yourself walking towards a door guarded by two massive Jaridians.

Upon seeing Jacque, one of the four-armed bouncers gives the Frenchman a respectful nod and moves to open the door, letting your group through without a word.

“Jacque!”

A loud voice with a Scottish burr booms in pleasant surprise as your captor leads you into a cozy office. As you enter, you can see that the voice’s owner is a man standing behind the room’s only desk, arms stretched wide in welcome.

“Desmond!” Jacque says just as warmly, handing your leash to Raven and moving up to give the Scotsman a hug.

Two things become apparent as you watch the two men embrace and clap each other on the back. The first is that, just as Jacque told you, these two have obviously fought alongside each other. The second is that The Senagol Repulsion campaign must have had a strange effect on its participants’ fashion sense.

Much like Jacque, Desmond is wearing ridiculously impracticable and anachronistic garb in the form of a full morning suit, complete with a top hat sitting on the desk behind him.

“Good to see you brother. Mademoiselle.” Desmond says to Raven as he bows and kisses her hand.

“Bonsoir Monsieur.”

With their greetings finished, Desmond casts an appraising at you, running his gaze across your nude form. “I see you two picked up a lovely pet to play with from Swingers tonight.”

“Indeed I did. Though all the credit should go to Raven. Such an exquisite catch.” Jacque replies, smiling.

“Exquisite indeed.” Desmond agrees, stepping towards you with an excited glint in his eye. “May I?”

“Of course, mon frere.”

Raven holds the leash taut, keeping you still as Desmond proceeds to run his hands over almost every inch of your exposed body. Your legs, your stomach, your boobs. Nothing escapes his touch.

The examination is short, but surprisingly pleasant. The last hour of dealing with Jacque’s groping has gotten you used to having your flesh squeezed roughly. In contrast, Desmond’s hands are soft and gentle, almost massaging you.

While there was nothing wrong with the former approach, especially since it appealed to your innate love of bondage and sadism, the latter just feels nice. Particularly so when Desmond slides two fingers of one hand up into your still wet sex and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

Your soft moan at the intrusion becomes a gasp as he hooks his fingers in all the way to the knuckle and probes at your G-spot. You shudder and lean into his touch. Unlike the crashing and receding waves of stimulation that you endured from Jacque on the ride over, the stimulation is just enough to leave you in a warm sexual haze.

“Beautiful.” Desmond says, noting the effect his fingers are having on you. With his free hand, he tilts your head up, forcing your drooping eyes to meet his gaze. "With the right training, she could win pony girl competitions all over the quadrant.”

He glances over at Jacque. “Who is she? ”

“A bounty hunter.”

“Another one?” Desmond chuckles at that, “Don’t tell me she made the mistake of trying to collect a bounty on you, Jacque. It's barely been a week since you gave me the last one who tried. She's still down in the stables, actually. Alice will be getting her ready for her first race tonight.”

“No, she just made the mistake of wagering against Raven's skills.” Jacque winks. “She was trying to get information on one of my clients from me, you see.”

“Ahh.” The Scotsman nods knowingly. “Too bad for her.”

“Indeed.”

You whimper as he withdraws his slick fingers from your folds and places them in your mouth. Still disoriented from the stimulation, you lick at them dutifully. “I’m jealous, Jacque. You always manage to acquire some of the best slaves I’ve ever seen on this planet. Is she for sale?

“That depends. Would it be possible for her to participate in one of the competitions tonight?”

“Another wager I take it?” Desmond chuckles at the Frenchman’s nod. “Well, it's a full show tonight. Races, dressage, hurdlers. The works. Any particular event you want to enter her into?”

“Non.” Jacque replies, moving to join his comrade in arms in gazing at you. “I leave that decision to you my friend.”

“Hmm… In that case, I think that she should join the…”