CHARLOTTE'S GREAT EVENT

 

By "Charles Spencer"

 

 

Charlotte was fed up; she was hot, sweating, itching, bored, tired and uncomfortable.

 

She shifted her position in her saddle, her jodhpurs stuck to her legs, her thighs were sore from constantly gripping the saddle and her boots and socks were damp by now as the sweat poured out and found it's way downward by gravity. Her shirt was stuck to her back and arms whilst her bra was now positively tight and uncomfortable.

 

Charlotte was very fed up after so many hours in the saddle and wished it would all end so she could sink into her nice hot relaxing bath.  

 

She could hear the sounds of the countryside around her; the mooing of cows, the barking of dogs, the birds signing and the wind gently moving the trees all round her farmhouse.  Oh how lovely the English countryside was in early summer; nothing to compare with it anywhere else.  Far off she thought she heard the sound of tractors as her neighbours started cutting his grass for hay.  Idyllic, she thought, or so it should have been.

 

Her nose itched, she wished she could scratch it but she knew by now it was impossible. She wished she could see so that she could have some idea of the time passed since he had brought her here, but the sunglasses remained firmly in place. Her arms were immovable behind her back and little feeling remained in her fingers; the straps were so tight.

 

She remembered the last view she saw of herself in the mirror on the stable wall.  She saw a young woman with dark hair tightly woven into a bun at the back of her head beneath the black approved bowler hat. Below that her best white silk shirt and white jodhpurs finished off by her highly polished black riding boots.

 

He had removed the crimson silk cravat around her neck; that was now jacking open her jaws and filling her mouth to bursting. He had then sealed that in with duct tape wound around her head until there was a shiny surface from under her nose to the point of her chin. Next he had wound further tape under her chin and up over her hair so stopping her moving her jaws down. When he had finished her cries were meaningless explosions of air through her nose‑ no use to her.

 

 He had then gone behind her and forced her arms up over her shoulder blades as in a "half- nelson" so her fingers touched the back of her neck. Carefully he pressed her elbows together so they joined tied her wrists together with leather straps which he pulled from a bucket of water he had brought with him. Another wet strap cinched those bonds tight.  Next her elbows were similarly secured so that they joined behind her back. More straps around her breasts imprisoned her upper arms safely to her body.  Her hands pointed skywards in a very uncomfortable way and she rapidly realised she had no way of bringing them down or moving them at all. 

 

A thick strap was then belted around her waist and a long thin leather thong joined at the front, pulled down between her legs and around the waist strap before being brought up to the front again wound round and the whole movement repeated, then tied off.  This thong worked its way between her legs and pressed on her sex.  At first she wondered why the straps were wet and seemed loose, but they soon dried out and tightened up horribly. 

 

She was going nowhere; but now, he played a game by  making her mount a saddle he had secured to her saddle horse set in the middle of her tack room (within shouting distance, normally, of her house and the Weston’s next door). More straps pulled her legs tightly down and together under the saddle.

 

Now, the wet leather came into its own as it dried and pulled her legs down to the base, all the time forcing her to sit on the leather between her legs which was pressed into a sensitive place.

 

As she rocked silently back and forth, he finished his bondage off  by  taping over her eyes and putting her sunglasses over it. Finally, he pushed her hat onto her head at a jaunty angle. 

 

More thongs stretched out across the room from her upper arms to the four sides keeping her absolutely still and secure in the middle of the room; she could not move her body in any direction.

 

She believed that was five hours ago, but had no way of knowing.

 

He had knocked on her door just before eight, as she finished breakfast, asking for directions to the nearby Horse Trials. As she was going as well, they got talking until he knew there was no one else with her, when he pulled a small hand gun and ordered her down to the stable block.

 

Bemused, she noted her horse, Sudely, was saddled outside; she wondered how he had managed that without her hearing. He had then tied her up as she now was. 

 

Since then, her mind had wandered, with nothing to do as she gave up trying to get free; she was going nowhere on her wooden horse, and her arms had passed through the uncomfortable part to the hurting part. 

 

She did remember that around ten her stable maid, Josie, had arrived whistling and with the dogs yapping at her feet but finding Sudely away, and the stable tack room door locked, she had gone away, swearing. Inside the Tack room, Charlotte was doing everything possible to attract her attention to no avail. Since then, nothing and nobody to relieve the tedium and sheer uncomfortable pain.

 

She stiffened as she heard the door open and his chuckle.

 

“Still  here, then…good. Let's go up to the house so you can make me some food; I'm famished.” 

 

So saying, he bent to cut her leg bonds and helped her off the saddle. She staggered stiffly as circulation came back through her legs. He grasped her arm and led her slowly out and across the gravel.

 

The tape over her eyes was so tight that no sun penetrated her isolation, only the warmth of the sun on her cheeks told her she was outside and the sun was still strong. Once inside, he pushed her to a seat and gently picked the tape from her eyes and from her mouth. She screwed up her eyes as the sunlight hit her face, and spat out the sodden cloth from her mouth. 

 

“Can I have a drink, please?” she whispered as she licked her dry and sticky lips. He held a glass of water to her lips and she gulped it down gratefully.

 

“Right,” he said, “time for food.” He cut her arm bonds and made her cook a nice quick omelette for both followed by fresh fruit and coffee. 

 

“You know, you stink,”  he said pleasantly;  “a shower for each of us next.  Lead the way.”

 She looked down at herself and had to agree as up the stairs she clumped.

 

She swore savagely to herself as she heard his quiet snores from her bed.

 

Her arms had been tied again behind her back, but in the more usual way this time: wrists tied palm to palm, then cinched with soft rope, followed by her elbows, after he had made them touch behind her back. Further ropes then stretched from under her armpits to the rafters and kept her upright; she pulled down again, but still found no give in the ropes attached to the roof rafters.

 

Despite being knelt on a cushion, her knees ached and her heels dug into her buttocks attached by straps from ankle to thigh.

 

He had packed her mouth with a large sponge from the bathroom, then held that in by winding a long silk scarf through and over her mouth. After that, he had pulled a pair of tights over her head so that one leg was pulled down over her face. The other was then tightly pulled over the packing already in her mouth, holding it firmly.

 

She wiggled her hips to try and remove his crowning touch, her vibrator, on which she was impaled. Due to the softness of the cushion and tightness of her bonds she found herself unable to lift herself off its intrusive bulk.

 

She knew she was not going to sleep tonight, but as the greying light of dawn shone through the window, she dropped off.  

 

She jerked awake as she fell forward as he cut the ropes holding her upright. He also cut the straps holding her legs and pulled her upright.

 

“Time to go,”  he said. “It's a splendid day for the Horse Trials; shame you won't be riding today, though. I've already phoned your apologies and excuses.”

 

Half an hour later, she was fully dressed again in her spare riding gear-- with additions, of course.

 

Her arms were securely strapped again behind her back at wrists and elbows, whilst another long strap wound around her waist and then dived down between her legs and secured her wrists into her bottom. Over this, he had placed her jacket and buttoned it up, hiding her bonds totally.

 

Her mouth was filled with a sponge which he pushed well in. He then placed into her open mouth a small hard squash ball and squeezed her jaw shut over it. Over this, he stretched a number of strips of flesh coloured tape sealing the whole lot tight shut and cutting off all noise.

 

Over her eyes went the cotton wool balls, some more tape and her dark glasses. More cotton wool was twisted into her ears and pushed down. Finally, he put on her hard hat and pulled the veil down over her face so the tape disappeared. They then walked outside, where her horse was harnessed to her small buggy, and he helped her into the back and sat her down on one side.

 

Thin black wire was then wound around her ankles over her boots. As she could not hear, speak nor see, all she could do was feel as the buggy set off down the lane to the Estate where the Trials were being held.

 

She knew she would not attract attention as she looked her best, and he was also dressed for the Eventing. They simply looked like any other competitors as the buggy joined the slow moving traffic into the grounds.

 

Soon, she felt she was surrounded by other people, although she heard only indistinct murmurs and sounds. Just before the main car park, he turned off towards the woods above the cross country course. Half an hour later, he was well into the woods as he pulled the reins to halt the pony.

 

Snipping the wire from her legs he pulled her out and pushed her stumbling fifty yards into the undergrowth. He had built an hide there with a good view out over the course. Quickly, he pushed her down in the corner and strapped her ankles and knees together. Then, he attached her knees to her shoulders and her ankles to her wrists so she lay in a small ball totally wrapped up in her own world; her own warm and dark world.

The End...?