Part 16
I could still feel the soft touch of Saffron's hands on my body, each one eagerly exploring every last inch of what I had to offer. The bound state I found myself in fully allowed every intent both of the women had, giving little to no resistance as they used my nude form for their own pleasure. All I could do was arch my fingers as several different feelings travelled over my body, my wrists being bound together allowed little more movement than that, my torso was constantly lifted up under the power the two women held and my legs were fully controlled by them, moving them into as many positions as they liked as if I was some sort of puppet.
I could still feel the sensation of Abigail's lips caressing my neck, gently biting the skin before kissing upwards towards the back of my ear, this action alone was causing a selection of quiet moans to leave my own lips. Several times I tried to turn my head and bring our lips fully together, but each attempt was in vain as she moved away from me, teasing me with the hope that I could have that satisfaction. It didn't help that I was blindfolded, unable to see the pale woman as she constantly moved behind me, and it wasn't as if I could grab her and pull her towards me.
As this happened, Saffron was below me, enjoying my nudity in its entirety. Whilst Abigail was rather absent with her touches, the ebony-skinned woman went overboard, making sure my nipples were erect and pleading for more connection with her fingers, that my sex was fully being interacted with fully, she wanted every single inch of my body to feel something.
My body was still tingling from the sensation of the two women, their strength alone was enough to fill my skin with goosebumps, realising that I had no control of the situation and I was nothing but an object to them, a toy for them to do whatever they wanted to. Despite having no control, I knew I was going to enjoy every moment as that was exactly what I wanted at that time, to turn my mind off and just go with whatever they had planned for me.
An orgasm had already managed to escape me by that point, Saffron allowed for it to pass through me very early on, knowing that I had very little stamina at this point to hold onto that pleasure. Once the sensation had finished, both women stepped up their game, gripping me tighter in a beautiful embrace. Abigail bent me over, placing her palms on my shoulder and lowering me until I was face-to-face with her partner; Saffron's hot breaths against my face was what confirmed this. This simple act removed the bottom-half of my body from Saffron, allowing Abigail to grid against me from behind, something she began to do very quickly.
I couldn't hold it in, I let out a short moan the moment our skin touched, already I was soaking wet from Saffron's earlier movements and the orgasm she allowed me to have, allowing no resistance for the pale woman as she thrusted her sex against mine, causing my eyes to roll upwards the moment that feeling of pleasure numbed my brain.
Saffron instead focused on my top half, pulling me in for a long kiss and softening my moans and yelps within her mouth. This only lasted a short moment, I could not find the energy to make any noise the moment Abigail sped up her actions behind me, all my focus went onto just enjoying the feeling.
"Oh god, Heather," Abigail whispered behind me, her voice full of passion.
I guessed she was enjoying the moment as much as I did, as her actions somehow sped up even more, far beyond anything I was capable of, even somehow pushing her sex further into mine and gripping onto me with much more strength. Saffron took this opportunity to travel with her mouth, soft cackles left her as she moved away from my lips and moved towards my neck, making sure to go down as far as possible; to the point my neck reached my collar bone and…
"Oh… shit!" I yelled out, I could already hear the exhaustion in my voice.
She had placed her lips onto my skin and sucked as hard as she could against me, the first pinch was painful but after less than a second, the sensation became much more bearable, becoming more of a pressure than anything else. It wasn't only my neck that was aware of her actions, Jade had touched that spot on my neck many times before and each time it woken my most vital area, causing my clit to throb and beg to be touched. I did not know if Saffron knew about that, or if it was just pure luck, but she awoke a part of me that was already being used. No sound I could make could ever translate the sensation I had felt at that time, I was already being pushed towards an orgasm at an extremely fast rate by Abigail, Saffron's kiss caused me to lose all control I had on the situation.
A long, drawn out groan left my body. Saffron's long kiss never ceased, she knew exactly what she was doing to me, she knew it was trying to awaken a part of my body that was already being well used and…
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…
"Heather?" A voice called out from the darkness.
"Hey, baby? Are you okay?" Another one called out, "Saffron, hold her up, I'll get her some water."
"Open a window too, get some cool air in hermsng
"Do you think she's okay?"
"I don't know… Heather? Heather?"
"Take the restraints off her."
For a moment the world went completely dark, the only company I had was the floating voices of Saffron and Abigail, trying their hardest to bring me back. Suddenly, the dark world began to disappear and I was brought back to the world of the living at an extremely fast speed.
"Ohhhh, shit! Oh fuck!" I screamed the moment I was fully back.
Despite the movements I made, I had absolutely no control over my body. My arms were still locked behind me, but I managed to thrash around, arching my body as every wave of pleasure splashed over my already drenched skin. My body shuddered violently as I could not comprehend the feeling that travelled over me, feeling defeated from the actions of the two women around me.
"Heather?" Abigail called as she rushed to my side, "You okay, Baby?" She grabbed me with both arms, holding me as tightly as she could and snuggling her head into my neck, relieved that the abrupt situation was over.
"F-F-Fuck," I whimpered, it was all I could say at that moment.
My body kept arching, each twitch was a pleasurable sensation that felt as if it was a mini-orgasm. My sex was finally defeated at the hands of the two women, I had no energy left in me to carry on going, yet I felt the two women were just beginning. My knees buckled together as one final orgasm was squeezed out of my body before I went fully limp, falling out of the pale girl's arms and falling back onto the ebony woman, her muscular arms caught me with ease.
Saffron gave me a small kiss, placing her lips on the bruise that began to appear from her actions just moments before. Abigail hovered around us, making sure I was okay after my moment. I finally managed to maintain eye-contact with her and flashed her a quick smile to let her know I was going to be okay, sadly I was unable to find the power to make any words. Afterwards, Saffron placed me onto the bed next to them, allowing me to drift off peacefully in my bound form as the two women continued with their activity around me.
That was not the end of the day for me. Sleep only lasted so long before I was woken up and brought back into action for the two women to do with me as they pleased. They were much more gentle with me the third time around, but I was their plaything nonetheless.
Why was I thinking about this now? Maybe it was because the memory was so fresh in my mind, or it could be how much my body ached after every inch of my body was used for their pleasure. Maybe, it was the fact I was trying to hide the large bruise on my neck from the woman in the room, trying to bring the collar of the robe as high as possible to cover the love mark.
Saffron and Abigail had only just left me by the time the stranger appeared on my doorstep, I began to wish they were still with me, to protect me from whatever may happen between me and the woman in front of me. She continued to smile as I let her into my home, my mind was fogged up by her sudden appearance, why was she here? Why now?
She carefully looked around, taking time to look at the photos and other ornaments that filled the main room of the apartment. None of the pictures were of me as they were all of Chloe and her family, some of her friends, there was even one of her and Lily that she kept right next to the sofa. The woman in front of me was gazing at complete strangers, but was taking it all in as if they were people she knew.
"Mom?" I repeated myself, feeling my hands tighten around the thin robe that covered my naked, tired body.
She gave me that same smile she greeted me with. A smile I had hardly seen on the woman when we were more acquainted with each other.
"Hey Baby." Her voice was somewhat soothing, "How have you been? I hope you've been good? I've missed you."
The moment she said that word 'Baby', it reminded me of the same way Abigail called me that; I could still hear her yelling that word in my ear when I collapsed the day before, thinking I was fully unconscious.
My mother looked concerned for a moment, "You okay, Baby?"
"Heather? You okay, Baby?" The echoes of Abigail's voice could be heard in my ears.
"I'm fine," I finally answered, trying to ignore the voice that wasn't there, "What are you doing here, Mom?"
"I said that I missed you and I wanted to see you."
"It's been years, Mom! It's been so long, why now?"
"I know it has."
"Mom…" I could hear my voice break, I stopped myself from speaking any further to not show her any weakness.
I still could not comprehend that my mother was standing in front of me. The woman was in the same room as me, she was the reason I had run away from this place so many years ago and the reason I did not have many fond memories here, but she was staring back at me with a soft smile as if those years didn't happen, as if the hatred I felt for her meant nothing. I was so angry… but I was terrified at the same time, I could feel no strength in my arms and my legs began to feel like jelly. I wanted her out of here, but first I wanted the reason why she came back into my life.
"I'm really sorry, Baby." She placed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, "I really am, but I miss you and I want to make things better between us. I know I have not been the best mom… but I am willing to make that up to you now."
"Why are you back here? I was told you had moved."
"I did, I'm back for a few reasons actually. I have much to do while I am in town, but you are at the very top of the list."
"Okay…" I didn't say anything else, I had nothing else to say.
"I am better now." She walked a few paces towards me, causing me to immediately take a step back, "I've been clean for a year now, hun. No drink or drugs in my system at all… I have a job now, so no more living off the government. I work a nice little job in an office, I even have a desk; can you imagine that?"
Her eyes lit up as she went over all of her accomplishments over the years, expecting some form of recognition from her daughter.
She continued, "I've even met someone, Heather. He's a real gentleman, he drives me around and treats me much better than I have ever been treated before. He even pulls the seat back when we sit at a table at a restaurant; like they do on the movies."
"Sure… okay," I muttered, barely even a whisper.
"I've turned my life completely around, all that is missing is you. I know I wasn't good at first, but I promise I will start spending the rest of my life making it up to you."
I didn't respond.
She kept going, "I've just moved in with David, that is the name of the guy I am seeing. He owns a little house just outside London. You should see it, it has a big garden and there are three bedrooms so you can have your own space. That is what I want, Baby. I want you to come home with me, meet David and we can be a family once again."
When I finally managed to speak, I could sense the lack of emotion in my voice, "Is that it?" I said as calmly as I could.
"Is what it?"
"A house, a new guy, a wonderful new life near the city… is that all you are offering me?"
My mother laughed to herself, as if she was confused as to what I meant, "Well, it's a start, Baby. What more would you like?"
I felt a flash of red come over me, heating up my face as all the anger I had felt throughout my entire life came into one, powerful emotion, "My fucking childhood, Mom! I want my childhood back! Yes, I fully understand that you have changed and became this saint of a person, but you still fucked up my childhood!"
"I'm trying to make that better for you."
"How can you? I spent my adolescence fending for myself. I had to make my food EVERY… SINGLE… DAY… for every meal, the entire time you were zoned out on drugs or drinking every penny you had down the pub. I had to watch as you brought strange man after strange man into our home, allowing them to spend the night as I was left alone in my bedroom. I watched as every person I went to school with had a loving relationship with their parents… all the while, you weren't there for me; in any way!"
"I'm sorry, Baby."
"I know you are, Mom! But that doesn't change what happened. I ran away as early as I could, the moment I realised you weren't going to change, I left for a new life. The only reason I am back here is because I needed someone to care for me, I needed someone to rely on. The fact that it wasn't my Mother, but a friend from college is saddening. "I have tried my hardest to move on, now I am in a good place. I live and work with people who care and love me and I am not going to give that up for anything."
I heard my voice weaken over time, the anger from my body slowly left me as I finally managed to say what I wanted. Years of pent up anger exploded within me and finally left. I wanted to say I felt good for saying it and in some ways I was, but I still felt a little empty inside and yelling at her further would not have helped.
She looked down on the floor, her hands remained in her pockets, but I could tell she was fidgeting with her fingers, "I'm sorry, Babe. I know there is nothing I can say that will make anything better right now, I really am trying my hardest to improve."
"Yeah."
"Just please… give me a chance. I know I do not deserve it, but please…"
She stuttered as she finished that sentence, it was so odd seeing that woman beg for my forgiveness. I had begun to really hate her over the years, as the events of my past had turned to memories, the hatred I felt grew and grew until it became a numbness. That hatred had exploded before and now I had nothing left to say, I was fully numb to the woman's presence.
She cleared her throat before she continued, "I am going to be in town for a few more days, please can we just meet for coffee? Just once…"
"I don't know."
"Okay… umm." She looked around, grabbing a pen she found that was close to her, "Do you have any paper."
"Not really."
She huffed, "Okay…"
She approached me once more, and I instinctively took a step back, but didn't bother moving anymore than that. She carefully grabbed my arm and began writing on the inside of it. A collection of numbers soon were made along my pale skin, it was a phone number.
"Okay…" She closed the lid of the pen and set it back down, "That is my number, please just give me a call or text sometime and we can arrange to meet."
"Yeah… sure, I guess" I brought my arm closer and examined the numbers now stained onto my arm.
She chuckled lightly, "Or you could just wash it off after I leave."
"I can't, Mom… that was permanent marker."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
I shrugged my shoulders, I couldn't react anymore if I wanted to. I just wanted the woman to leave at that point and I was happy to go along with whatever she wanted to let that happen.
"I'll call you," I heard myself say.
"You promise?"
"Yeah… My roommate will be home any second now."
"Okay, I'll make myself scarce."
That was when something unexpected happened. She finally stopped talking and took a moment to actually look at me, looking deep into my eyes.
"My baby," she said softly, bringing her hand up to my cheek, "You've grown up."
I smiled.
She cleared her throat one last time, taking her hand off my face and regaining her composure once again, "I should get going. Bye, Baby."
With that, she walked out of the door she came in minutes before, giving me one last quick look before she continued to move. I ran towards the window that faced the path to the apartment, making sure to watch her leave fully. She did not look back as she made her way to an old vehicle, forcing it to come to life and finally drive away. Leaving me alone once more.
The silence of the room became deafening very quickly, I slowly spun around as my world seemed to fade into a blur. What did I want to do? Did I want to sit down and watch the television? Did I want to pick up the phone and call either Jade or Chloe? Did I just want to run out into the world and scream? That last one was the most probable.
All I wanted was for Jade to walk through the door, bring me into her warm arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright. Nothing seemed real anymore, having the company of my mother around completely took me out of my comfort zone, she was a woman I was never expecting to see again… but she was just here.
Please Jade… please walk through the door… Please help me.
I ran back to the window, staring at the empty space that used to house the vehicle that moved my mother away from here. I looked around and hoped for some sign of Jade's vehicle pulling in, or Chloe and Lily coming in, chatting happily after a morning at the shopping centre. However, there was nothing. I had never felt more alone than I did at that moment, cursed with the knowledge that the woman who birthed me was somehow back into my life against my will, I just… needed someone here with me.
I needed… I needed…
I screamed, smacking the window frame with my open palm. Quickly, I left that room and walked up the hallway as quickly as I could, throwing the robe off my body and showing off my bruised body. I needed out of there, I needed to escape. At that moment, I needed something that could have brought me comfort and only one thing came to mind.
I threw open my cupboard doors and threw on the first two pieces of clothing I could find, just something to cover myself before I left my home. A baggy, old shirt covered my torso and a soft pair of lounging shorts covered my bottom half. My body went into a sprint as I left my room, speeding back down the hallway faster than I had ever done before.
Soon, a pair of shoes covered my bare feet and my motorbike helmet was on before I had even left the apartment. I then found myself sitting on my bike with the engine puttering, then the small town was left behind me in a blur, the warm, green countryside zipped past me, screeching as every tree and vehicle travelled in the opposite direction I was going.
I did not even look at the speedometer, all I knew was that I could not get to my destination quick enough.
"C'mon, c'mon!" I nervously and impatiently tapped my foot on the soft grass.
The entrance gate to the stables could not open fast enough, the gears creaked and groaned as the two large objects finally separated and moved in my direction. It felt like a huge sense of relief had washed over me when I could finally see past the massive gate, with the warm, welcoming feeling of the stables peering out to greet me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, the two women had told me the rules, that I shouldn't be on the property without their permission, or at least without them knowing about it. That was one rule I had broken being here, the second rule I was breaking was being here on the weekend. Whilst the two women allowed visits from clients on Saturdays under very special circumstances, Sundays were completely off limits for clients and ponies alike.
"Finally!" I cheered to myself behind the motorbike helmet.
I drove forward the moment the gate opened up enough to let me through, trying my hardest to get into the square quickly, but keeping the engine of the vehicle as quiet as possible to not alert the two older women to my presence. I was sure they would not have approved with my expected arrival; especially when the stables were closed on a Sunday morning. I stopped the engine along the entrance wall, thinking it wiser to leave the bike here and walk into the square on foot. There was no doubt Harriet and Beth would have heard my vehicle if I was stupid enough to park where I usually did.
Once it stopped, the helmet was removed swiftly from my head and placed on the seat of the bike. I took a quick peek past the entrance, making sure that no person occupied the usually busy area and to my luck, it was completely empty.
I actually grinned to myself, in my moment of madness I had felt like I got away with a crime. This was not the first time I had snuck onto the property, but the previous time it was early, the sun had not risen then and it was a weekday. Here, I was trying the same thing in the daylight, on a Sunday morning. I ran across the concrete as quietly and quickly as I could, making sure not to step on anything that could have given my position away to the women in the house. That was when my heart sank, all the stable doors were wide open to show they were empty, but the only door that I wanted to be open was closed, the door to the storage room. Luckily, the room was never locked but the door highlighted another problem, the hinges were old, tired and in dire need of being lubricated… opening the door was loud and would give away that there was an intruder on the premises.
I've come this far… I need to do this. I needed my outfit.
I grabbed the handle with both of my hands, using one hand to pull against the rotten, wooden frame and the other hand to push against it to minimise any sound it may have made. With my teeth gritted, I tried lightly pulling it…
It didn't budge.
Then I tried harder… then harder…
Suddenly, the door opened up with force, pulling itself as wide as possible and making the loudest creaking noise possible. I cringed, tensing up my entire body as the square echoed with what must have been the loudest noise possible on earth.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I whimpered through my gritted teeth.
Now I was done for, there was no way they wouldn't have heard that. I immediately turned around, staring at each window on the house that faced the square, expecting to see the shocked and disappointed faces of either Beth or Harriet peeking out. I stood there for what must have been a few seconds and… nothing. No one came out to inspect the sudden sound. I even went as far as to walk past the fountain and look towards the guest house Harriet had in their garden… To my surprise, I did not see anyone running out of the smaller building. I wondered for a second if they would have been able to hear the creaking door from that distance away.
The grin returned, I got away with it. No one was going to catch me breaking into the storage room. My body sprinted towards the now open area, the darkness within welcomed me with open arms. I threw off my shirt and kicked off my shoes and shorts, becoming fully naked within seconds of entering the cool room.
It did not take long to find the box containing my suit, pulling it off the shelf was a chore with my tired body, causing the case to slam into the concrete floor. I turned it on its side and undid the clips holding it together and finally the case opened allowing me to see my silver suit fully on display, along with the hooved hands and feet and the extra dressage ornaments that would have covered my body. I cared not about any of the extras, the idea of having the latex tight against my skin was becoming more and more overwhelming, I needed the tightness, I needed the restraint.
I pulled out the catsuit and immediately unzipped the back before placing my leg into the correct hole. I let out a long sigh, it felt so good to have the familiar sensation cover my soft skin. The material travelled all the way up until my bare foot popped out of the end, then I did the same with the other foot. Once both my legs were all the way in, I pulled the torso part up tight and placed both of my arms into their selective holes and then closed the zip once this was all complete.
"Oh… crap," I whispered to myself.
I had lost all counts of the amount of times I had worn this outfit, but somehow this felt as amazing as the first time I was placed into this outfit by Harriet. It was also good to be back into my original outfit again, whilst the summer outfit was an interesting experience; I had to admit the first outfit will always be my favourite.
My bare hands travelled over my body, pressing lightly against my breasts, hugging my stomach and caressing my thighs. Despite being used to wearing this, I must admit I felt very sexy wearing this. In the time I had worked here, I had lost a small amount of weight and the outfit hugged my figure so tightly that it was hard to not notice how good I looked now. I took a moment longer to enjoy the sensation of the latex against my skin, letting out long, drawn out sighs as my hands explored every inch of my now covered body.
Afterwards, I finally placed on the boots, covering my bare feet in a layer of faux leather. I knew the hooved hands weren't an option, it would be impossible to put them on without a second person here. Instead, I focused on putting on the stomach and head harnesses, making sure they were placed on as tightly as Jade, Chloe or Beth would have made them. Once the final buckle was put on tight, I gave myself a little spin, hearing the sound of the hooves on the concrete below me was soothing. I was ready… Now what?
Oh… I didn't think this far ahead.
I looked around the rather small room as I tried to think of some ideas. I was now in the suit, around eighty percent bound within the restraints and this is what I wanted. Do I just take it off and go home? No… of course not, this is what I needed and I was not ready to give up yet. However, I can't just stay in this room and the two women would notice my bike eventually and come looking for me.
Wearing the outfit was only part of the experience, yes… it felt amazing to be restrained once again but I needed to actually feel like a pony and leave my human side; along with all my worries behind. Maybe the school? Or perhaps I could take a quick run up to the tree that I liked.
"Yes!" I snorted through the gag.
That sounded like a good plan. A quick run up to the tree and then back, I would get the need to be a pony out of my system and it would be quick enough to not get caught by the two women. They would be none the wiser.
The empty view of the square was welcoming as I peeked my head out past the door, still absolutely no signs of life to interrupt my simple plan. I trotted out of the room, trying my hardest to make every step as light as possible. I decided to keep the door open as I dared not to bring that ungodly noise upon the stables again, I'm sure no one would notice it being open in the short time I would have my run. I tried my hardest to tiptoe in the heels, looking almost cartoonish and exaggerated with every single step until I reached the entrance of the square, passing my parked bike.
I was more than grateful to feel the concrete below me transform into the dirt path, leading to the large field that was separated by the paddocks, with the school and huts on the other side. This allowed me to go into a full sprint, my body yelled and cursed at me for this action, telling me it was still exhausted by the events with the two giantesses the day before, but it was a rush to feel the wind whip past my head harness. I didn't even care that the hooves were creating fresh tracks in the ground that could have easily led the two owners of the stables to my location.
However, I didn't need to worry about creating tracks. Little did I know I was already being watched, the moment I had left the entrance of the square with my full pony gear on. I was completely thrown off guard as my full attention was moving as quickly as possible, so much so that the sound of a loud car horn completely broke my mental state, causing me to fall over on the dirt path. Immediately, my attention went to where the sound came from. Somehow, in my mind space, I had completely blanked out the large vehicle coming from the main gate, ignoring both the sight of the vehicle and the sound of the tyres crushing the stones beneath it.
The driver's side door opened immediately and Beth brought herself out of the vehicle, looking very red-faced, she pointed directly at me with a recently manicured nail.
"God damn it, Heather!" she yelled, "What the hell are you doing here! Look at what you've done to the suit! Come here right now, girlie! Come here!"
I had never seen her this angry before, Beth was a woman with much patience, meaning I had pushed her further than I had done before with this stupid action. However, as much as I wanted to follow her orders, my brain told me that I couldn't leave the safety of the suit just yet, I needed more time… I needed… I needed…
I picked myself back up and continued running, this time it wasn't the free sprint I was enjoying earlier, but the need to get away from the older woman. As much as I cared for and loved her, I could not let her catch me just yet. I couldn't return back to my human side just yet, I couldn't return to facing my mother.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered out loud, my voice barely echoed through the gag and the horse snort that came out was lost to the wind that flew past me.
Beth called out again, "Dammit, Heather! Don't run! Come back here right now!"
I risked looking behind myself, knowing I would not like what I saw. Beth had left the car where it was and began chasing me down the path, she was surprisingly close despite her age. Harriet was standing by the passenger door, her body still half in as she held herself up against the frame of the vehicle, her arm still in the sling. I knew she was far away at this point, but I swear I could have seen the detail on Harriet's face as she watched on with disappointment and worry in her eyes.
"Heather! Stop it now! Heather!" The woman chasing me continued.
This time I was in the gap between the two fields. Harriet's field where I had spent many hours with clients and the new field that Beth had brought more recently. The two fields were separated by a collection of trees, between these trees was a small stream, beautiful smooth rocks filled the clear water as it trickled by. Every single time I had passed that point, I made sure to pay attention to the stream, not only was it a comforting location that reduced my stress, it was also a pleasure just to watch how beautiful nature was.
However, it was this time I did not pay attention to the water. My attention was fully on the woman behind me, somehow keeping up with me with full intent of catching me. If I was paying attention to the stream, I would have noticed the rocks inside it and jumped over it… but it was my hoof getting stuck in the water that stopped me in my tracks. The hard material of the heel came down heavily on the stones and I found myself falling into the stream I had admired so many times before.
I let out a groan as my body hit the ground once again, this time the unpleasant feeling of getting water within the suit was much worse than the dull pain that followed, the realisation that my outfit was now covered in a mixture of mud and water was a completely different pain, finally the look on Beth as she finally caught up with me made me wish the ground would swallow me up whole.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she screamed at me, trying to catch her breath.
I did now know what to say to her, how could I explain what had happened this morning? How could I explain my thought process of wanting to wear a pony outfit to get away from real life? How could I explain that the only way for me to feel better was to break into their home and steal something that belonged to them.
It was impossible to talk with the head harness on my head, but I dared not to remove the item as both of my hands were covered in a thick layer of wet mud. Instead, I focused entirely on trying to get myself up. The ground felt horrible as I placed both of my palms against the ground, forcing all my energy in my hands to push my body away from the stream that now ran underneath me. I pulled my foot up, feeling all of the stones move underneath the hoof as I tried to find somewhere stable to place it, but it moved the moment I put my weight on it, causing my knee to slide through the mud and my torso to hit the ground once more.
Slamming my body back into the cold, wet ground did not hurt as much as Beth probably thought it did, but it made me realise how much I had messed up, what I did to them on an impulse just because of something small happening in my life, something that I had no control over. It wasn't my fault that my mother decided to walk back in, it wasn't my fault at all, but… but this wasn't the way to feel better, I was a bad girl for doing this.
I felt my lips quivering from behind the gag, I had the strength to lift myself up again, but I did not mentally have the will to do so. I wanted Beth to leave me there, leave me right there in the mud and water because that was what I deserved. I had no strength to be mentally strong, the quivering of the lip only lasted seconds because the tears flowed only moments later, tears that fell down my cheeks and collected with the water below me. I could not control it, I cried harder than I had ever done before, harder than when I cried to Beth about feeling I used Chloe for a place to stay when I came here, harder than when I cried to Abigail yesterday when she showed me what maternal love should feel like.
There was no control over it, tears streamed down my face as fast as the stream I was in, I blubbered into the gag, this time there was no horse snort as the end of the gag was fully under the water, adding to the collection of bubbles the water already provided. It actually hurt to cry this much, I wanted to feel better immediately, I wanted this foreboding feeling inside me to disappear and everything go back to the way things were. Just an hour ago, I was dropped off at home after spending a beautiful weekend with two amazing people, and now… here I was.
I wanted something to happen, I wanted Beth to say or do something, to yell at me, pick me up or just stand by my side, but it felt like she just stood there and watched me. She must have been really mad at me, I wasn't even sure if the suit was salvageable at this point, after being dragged through the mud and water, I could tell my body was completely wet underneath the layer of latex which indicated there must have been a hole somewhere.
"Get up, Heather." Her voice wasn't angry, nor was it filled with sadness from watching me cry, it was completely void of any emotion.
With that command, I placed my palms back on the ground once more and found the mental strength to bring myself up, this time as I got onto my knee I managed to find something that supported my hoof, after a few seconds I was standing fully upright. Trying to will myself not to look down at my mud coated body, I gingerly turned around and faced the woman who chased me. Her face was just as emotionless as her voice was moments before, I knew she was disappointed in me and I knew she was angry. As I processed the way she looked at me, I sniffed to try to force myself not to carry on crying… I was sick of crying.
"Come in, love," she commanded quietly, "We'll get you cleaned up."
She turned around and began walking back up the path she was chasing me just moments before. I sniffed two more times, before following close behind her; the feeling of water in the suit, mud on the suit and pain in my joints made the entire walk unpleasant.
I stood and faced the shower, the warm water hit my head and travelled all the way down my body, down into the bath below me. Despite wearing a ponytail the entire time, it was surprising how much mud managed to get into my hair, coating the water in a disgusting brown colour for a few minutes before it managed to dilute out all the dirt. It felt like the water trickled off my body in slow motion, that time had almost stopped when I was in their bathroom and only my own thoughts kept me company.
It was clear to me that I did not deserve a shower, I did not deserve their hospitality, I did not deserve to be a pet on this stable anymore as I had broken the rules so many times by now. As caring as the two older women are, I knew the fact that I could be fired from here was very likely. I was a trouble-maker, I had caused all the women countless aggravation and I deserved nothing less than being forced to leave.
Somehow, I accepted this fact much easier than I thought I would. This stable, these people… my family… it all meant the world to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone enter the bathroom, it was a tough job as the room was already filled with steam. I caught the end of a hand throwing a pair of pajamas and a towel on the floor, whoever did that did not stay for long and I heard the soft click of the door closing just seconds later.
Even getting to wear clothes and being given a towel was more than I deserved. Being forced out of the gate, dripping wet and completely naked seemed more of a deserving punishment at that time. I turned off the water the moment the water was completely clean, hating the idea of using up any more water than what was needed. Using the towel, I dried my body and ran my hair through it before putting it back up into a ponytail. The outfit that was given to me was the complete opposite of what I would usually wear, at first I thought it was pajamas, but it came clear to me when I picked it up that it was a nightgown, out-of-date by about thirty years. It was a soothing pink colour that was frilly around the shoulders, if I had to guess it was something Harriet used to wear to bed.
The fact that this was the only item of clothing given to me meant that I was going to be staying for longer than I thought. This was an item of clothing that was meant to make me feel comfortable, it was not something that I would wear for a journey home; despite how short of a journey that would have been and there were no signs of my shoes, forcing me to walk around barefoot. I lifted the item of clothing upwards, and allowed it to fall over my body, placing both of my arms through the holes in the shoulders as it fell downwards. The outfit was suitable to wear outside the bedroom with none of the material being see-through despite the sexy feeling the outfit had overall, the bottom of the gown sat just above my knees.
I took a moment to have a few breaths, knowing there would have to be answers the moment I left the safety of the bathroom, I would have to let them know about everything and why I decided to come here on the day the stables weren't operating.
"Might as well just get on with it," I whispered to myself.
One last breath left my lips before I opened the door, allowing the resting steam from the shower to scramble out and into the short hallway in front of me. My bare feet gingerly walked down the stairs, no matter how gentle I was trying to be, the floor creaked under my weight and drew attention to my presence. The eyes of Harriet and Beth met mine, the stable owner sat on the sofa, a cup of tea in her only operational hand at the time, the trainer was stood up on the opposite end of the room, both of them were staring at the same thing.
It was my outfit, hung up on a wall with a coat hanger, placed where a picture frame was usually positioned. The outfit looked crumpled, used and far from the perfect image in my head when I thought of the costume I adored so much. It was horrifying to see it in such a state, despite how good it looked when I took it out of the case earlier today.
As my foot reached the last step and finally rested on the same carpet the two ladies were on, we all stayed in silence as we took in the image in front of us. My heart was breaking with the thoughts that went through their heads, I was the one who wore it everyday but they were the actual owners, this suit had lived here longer than I had been, Harriet was the one who actually brought that outfit to be loved and cherished, not kicked through the mud like any old cheap piece of clothing.
"I washed it over with the hose outside, but it is going to take much more than that to get to how it used to be," Beth stated, taking a sip of coffee, "It's going to take a few more washes, some polishing and then I don't even know if that is going to be enough."
"Might be best to send it back to where I got it from," Harriet chimed in, "See if they handle restorations."
"That's going to be costly."
Harriet nodded to Beth's statement. I knew they weren't doing this to be petty or mean-spirited, they were being factual, understanding the situation and the best way to rectify it. I wanted to say something, but I did not know what to say or the two ladies even wanted my input. Silence had returned to the room once again, allowing us all to look at the suit once more.
Beth continued talking, "Well… at least it's not ruined. When I saw her slip in the water, I was sure she had ripped a hole in the material, but it all looks in one piece."
"I… I didn't damage it?" I asked, my voice broke lightly when I realised there had been no permanent wear on the suit.
I placed my hand on my heart as this realisation came over me, as I opened my mouth for the first time since entering the room, the two women used that cue to both look at me once more, bringing me into their conversation. My heart sank as I saw the disappointed face of Beth look back at me, the relief that washed over me just moments before was soon long gone and replaced with the dreaded feeling I had felt before in the bathroom. The suit was okay but my job was still hanging by a thread.
"Why, Heather?" Beth asked, her voice was a whisper and I could hear the hurt in her tone, although I could tell she was holding herself back.
I wanted to cry again, I felt the tears form below my eyes and my lip began to quiver as it did before. However much I wanted the tears to flow and jump into the arms of the woman in front of me, I knew I had to force the tears back and tell them the reason why I did what I did, they deserved that and so much more.
"I'm sorry, I really am." I cleared my throat and waited for a moment for myself to calm down.
"Please, just tell us why you did it."
I swallowed and then opened my mouth once more. What followed was an exact account of the events in my life. I told them everything, my childhood with my mother, my reason for running away, my reason for coming back to town and starting at the stables, it all ended with this morning when my mother walked back into my life. They both stayed still the entire time, watching me in complete silence as the story came out. Beth and Harriet were the only people I had told the whole truth to, not even Chloe fully understood my reason for running away, I didn't even think she fully knew why I returned. The two older women took in all the information, nodding lightly at some parts but keeping still and silent to process everything. I was finally glad when my story finished, it ended with my mother coming back into my life and giving me the opportunity to go back into a mother/daughter relationship. I was even more glad that I managed to say it all without a single tear coming out.
As the last word left my mouth, the two women stayed silent and forced the room into an uncomfortable situation. I had no more energy to talk, in fact I was starting to feel extremely tired from the events of the day and the two days before. However, the two women stayed quiet and I felt like I was expected to keep the conversation going.
I took a moment to look into the eyes of the two people I had for company. In this moment, I realised how different their eyes were. I always thought Beth's eyes were bright blue as well as Harriet's, it was a similarity I had always thought the two women had shared. It was a surprise to see that Beth's eyes were actually brown, a deep beautiful brown and Harriet's weren't as much blue, but a bright grey. As beautiful as their eyes were, I noticed the only similarity the two shared at that moment was sadness, not from the sob story I had just told them, but from disappointment in me. That I allowed my emotions to get the better of me and do an act so heinous.
"I'm sorry," I repeated myself from earlier, "I'll leave… I'll leave."
I had to take a moment to realise what I was saying. Both Beth and Harriet stayed as emotionless as usual as I audibly gave them my resignation, "I'll leave right now. Just need to get my clothes and I won't bother you two ever again. You deserve someone better, someone who would actually listen to your rules and respect your belongings. I'm so sorry for everything, I'll… I'll get out of your way now."
"What about this?" Beth asked, pointing to the almost ruined suit on the wall.
"You can charge the bill to fix it to me. I'll let Chloe know the address of where I'll be staying and you can send the bill to me."
With that said, silence returned to the room once again. It seemed that my proposal to pay for the fix went over well. I turned around and walked towards the entrance of the house.
"I'm so sorry," I said again.
Beth and Harriet stayed in place with no reactions to me leaving, then again… why was I expecting them to react. I had already caused them so much grief that they were probably happy to get rid of me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying, just a simple 'bye' from either of them would have been enough to calm me down, but the silence was painful and overwhelming. I reached for the door, grabbing the handle and pushed it down.
*CLICK*
"Huh?" I said aloud.
*CLICK* *CLICK*
The handle was not moving, yet there was nothing on the inside of the door that told me it was locked from the inside, no latch or chain was put in place… The door handle. As I shook the handle again, I noticed a lock was built into the handle itself, that would have been the reason why the door wasn't moving. However, there was no key in the lock.
I had to return back to the room, this time the sadness that I felt was partially replaced with embarrassment as I told them that I couldn't unlock the door.
"Umm, guys… I…" I started to say, pointing my thumb towards the door, "I think…"
Both women immediately burst out laughing, Harriet had to place her cup back onto the table in front of her to stop the tea inside it from shaking over her body, Beth was bent over trying to catch her breath, her face redder than I had ever seen it as she looked up towards me.
"Umm, what's happening?" I tried to understand what was going on.
Both Beth and Harriet carried on laughing for a few more minutes, just as I thought they were getting back in control of themselves, they would catch sight of each other and continue laughing. It was almost like being in a room with two teenagers.
"Oh, come here!" Beth managed to say between breaths, she walked over to me and placed both of her arms around my body, giving me one of the tightest hugs I had ever felt.
"You're not mad?"
The two couldn't stop laughing, throughout the entire hug I could feel Beth's chest pulsate against mine, slowly the two finally managed to settle down, this was the point where she finally began to let go of me and took a step back.
"Oh, no, we are mad," Beth said, the last chuckles could be heard in her voice.
"We get why you did what you did. Thank you for telling us about it, that must not have been easy for you," Harriet said.
I nodded, "It wasn't"
"We weren't laughing at you or your situation. I thought it would be funny if we locked the door, we had a feeling you might have suggested leaving us." I noticed Beth was twirling the key to the front door in her index finger, "Do you still want to go ahead with it? Do you want to leave?"
"No, of course I don't. But…"
"But nothing, then you won't leave."
"But I still damaged the suit, I still ran away from you, I still snuck into the stables."
"And you will be punished accordingly. But first, I think you should give Jade a call. She rang us earlier hysterical as you weren't at Chloe's, you might have to give Saffron and Abigail a call as they told her they dropped you off at home, they must be worried too" "I will."
"And tell Jade that you won't be home tonight."
"I won’t?" My eyes glanced back over to the suit, "How much will it cost to fix it? Are you going to dock it out of my wages?"
"We could, that is a very good idea. However, I have another idea in mind"
"Oh?"