PART 2 of a 2 PART ADVENTURE.
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“Alex had been drugged and abducted by Lady Agatha and sold to a certain John Martin Jackson of Nevada, in the USA! He is a fanatical trainer, owner and racer of ‘pony-girls’ and keeps a ‘stable’ of ten ponies for pleasure. Under the careful and cruel eye of her trainer – Evelyn Saunders – Alex must submit to the harsh training and racing regime until she can be rescued. The team are frantically searching for her and for Alex the clock is ticking, her new ‘master’ intends to use her as a ‘breeding mare’ and Alex is not happy about it!”
This story can be found in "The adventures of Alexandra" BOOK SERIES 3 - Episode 7.
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1. THE PONY PLANTATION, Somewhere in North Virginia, USA, June 1910.
Alex was kept in isolation for the first ten days, she saw nobody except her new ‘Master’ or trainer, Miss Evelyn Saunders, a tall woman in her early thirties who hid a slight limp. Miss Saunders always dressed the same, a grey jacket with big buttons and a grey skirt. Alex noted that she had quite a pair of breasts under her jacket and wondered if she had been a pony girl herself. Her trainer placed the tray down and told Alex to clear her plates. The food was excellent, and Alex couldn’t complain about it. Evelyn even brought her the odd ‘treat’ a chocolate bar or bottle of the new ‘health’ drink called ‘Coke-A - Cola’ which claimed to have health benefits!
Alex cheekily asked if she could have some brandy with it and Evelyn just shook her head and slap her whip against her knee length boots. What really upset Alex was the bathroom arrangements: the toilet was a wooden bucket with a lid and the bath was another wooden bucket, that in the mornings, contained hot water. Evelyn – smiling – told her never to mix the two buckets up!
Each morning Evelyn would appear and watch Alex bath, then check her pony over which normally consisted of caressing her big breasts and physically examining her vagina and anus. She always seemed to enjoy her morning visits. She told Alex the rules: No talking, except to her trainer and when told to speak. Obey all the rules or she would be placed on the ‘wooden horse’ and paddled. Obey her trainers commands at all times [or the wooden horse] No sex with any of the men who worked on the plantation until commanded by her trainer or the Big Master [John Martin Jackson] and finally, any attempted escape was punished very brutally and painfully. She would be naked most of the time and she wasn’t allowed to cover herself with anything but what her trainer told her to wear. If ordered to the Big House to please The Big Master or his friends, she would obey without question and submit to the men’s [or women’s!] demands without question.
The only time she was allowed out of isolation was to visit the ‘Big House’ and see her new Owner, a certain John Martin Jackson. The very bastard that had arranged for her abduction and conveyance to the New World.
Evelyn told that when her isolation period ended, she would be transferred to the ‘Pony Stable’ and live with the other nine girls who currently were under training. Evelyn told her about the ‘Mares Block’ which housed the women considered too old to race and so they were used for breeding. It was part of the Big Master’s plan to raise his future ponies from his own stock. There had been a precedence set by his grandfather who used to breed slaves, the men for strength and the women for beauty. Alex sat in absolute silence at those comments, she dare not speak because she really would get herself into serious trouble with her comments. She fucking hated slavery and slavers in equal measure, to her they were on the same level as Nazi’s. And who the hell liked them!
When Alex asked – very bravely actually – how a woman could be active in enslaving another woman in basically, sexual slavery and still feel good about herself, Evelyn just smiled, “The money is very good, I have real power and do enjoy it.” And promptly struck Alex across the backside with her whip and laughed. Alex didn’t ask again. She now knew the answer and it filled her with despair for the sisterhood of women.
Each day, Evelyn would appear and take Alex on a leash, to a small, enclosed courtyard for initial training. Just walking into that place made Alex shiver, for on the stone walls were iron rings, used to chain disobedient slaves for whippings. In one corner was a set of ‘stocks’ used to punish the same slaves and it looked like it had just been renovated! Evelyn tapped it with her whip and smiled, “For naughty ponies, the same as that.” With the whip she gestured to the small ‘wooden horse’ in another corner. Alex’s couldn’t take her eyes off the shackles that hung down from it. Evelyn saved the best bit for last and showed Alex an iron grill in the floor which had a padlock on it. They both peered into it, a dark circular hole about eight feet deep with smooth walls and a small drain in the floor. Evelyn gestured with her whip to the buckets [that had a real odour about them] stacked against a wall and told Alex they were the buckets from the privies [they were basically toilets with buckets beneath them] and that they were dumped down the locked ‘well’. It was called ‘the pit’ and very naughty ponies were locked down there for up to a week. “You can image, they empty the buckets on a daily basis. Whoever the stupid pony is, locked down the pit, she gets the full benefits daily and she has to sleep down there. Normally one visit breaks them.”
Evelyn drilled her pony to obey running commands, “WALK!” compelled the pony to do just that, walk or move. “STAND!” meant exactly that and it was also the command to stand ready to pull the carriage and grip the arm shafts. “GO!” was yelled as the starters flag or gun was operated. “PULL!” meant apply more effort to pulling a cart, say when going uphill or over rough terrain. “HALT!” obviously meant stop. Some where more of a sexual nature, “DISPLAY!” ordered the pony to stand, legs slightly apart with hands placed on head. “OPEN!” had the pony squat facing her trainer, with legs open wide. “FOURS!” had the pony kneeling on all fours with her head down. “HOLD!” made the pony lay on her back, legs up and open, with her hands gripping an ankle each. “SUBMIT!” compelled the pony to lay on her back, hands behind head and pull her knees up and open. Evelyn said it was mostly used in breeding sessions. She went through each command with Alex, sometimes for hours, until Alex was responding to her commands without actually thinking about it first.
After five days of this, when Alex was led into the courtyard one morning, there was a racing cart waiting for her. She noticed the subtle differences between this model and the one’s used at Hendon House [see episode: ‘Alexandra and the naked Edwardians.’] The wheels where slightly larger and much thicker with far bigger springs. To her dismay, she saw this one was equipped with two seats, and she wasn’t happy about pulling two people about in the dam thing. But Evelyn pointed out this was a trainers cart, which allowed another trainer [or any other guest] to watch the pony’s performance close up.
Alex was given running shoes and gloves, then a harness was fitted, and Evelyn took delight in squeezing Alex’s big breasts in the tit harness and fixed the reins. Finally she fitted a training headdress which had a mouthpiece built in. There was no glorious ostrich feather [they were reserved for race days and parades] just a leather cap with horse ears. Evelyn finished dressing her pony for training and placed a large bag on the spare seat with water bottles and a blanket. Alex heard the sound of chains rattling softly and wondered what they were for. When she had finished loading the equipment for the days training, Evelyn sat in the front [drivers] seat and picked up her whip, but not before adjusting her exquisite little hat and pulled her long dust coat around. She picked up the reins and tested them, pulling a tit left and right, watching carefully as Alex’s head turned left or right, signalling that she had received the command and knew which way to turn.
Evelyn shouted “Stand!” and Alex gripped the arm-shafts and straightened her back. “Walk!” came next and Alex walked with the carriage straight ahead and kept walking despite the stone wall rearing up just feet away. “Halt!” Evelyn shouted and pulled on both breasts and Alex stopped. Just a foot from the wall, she could hear Evelyn chuckling, “Good pony, you listened to good old Lady Agatha and actually learnt something.” The carriage was turned, and Evelyn guided Alex out of the courtyard, through the stables and into the outside for the first time in days. It was a warm morning and as she trotted onto the small road that snaked through old buildings, storerooms, and empty small stone house s[old slave quarters] she saw several black men, loading cotton bails onto carriages, one particularly big man, holding the horses that pulled the cotton cart, raised his arm to Evelyn, who raised her whip in reply. The men watched Alex trot by, her magnificent big breasts bouncing as she pulled the little cart with her fanny and arse on full display to them. She wondered what they thought of the ‘Pony Plantation’ and their employer John Martin Jackson. Their smiles showed they liked the naked ponies!
Evelyn guided Alex to a small dirt road and she struggled a little to pull the cart up it and almost stopped without orders as two men on horseback were coming down the road, both armed with rifles and side arms. She felt both tits being pulled, so she stopped and rested. The tall skinny one raised his hat to Evelyn, while staring hard at the naked Alex. “That’s a new one ain’t it Miss Saunders?” Evelyn nodded, “That’s right Freddie, she’s called ‘sparkle’, just been shipped in from England. Big Master hopes to run her in the National Time Trials this year. You know about his passion for the ‘Centaur Trophy’.” Freddie laughed, “I sure do Miss Saunders” He stared at Alex again, especially those big Tits and added, “I love the name Sparkle, makes me think of Christmas, is she likely to be one of the girls in the Bosses gratuity box on Rodeo Day?” Evelyn chuckled and shook her head, “Not after the amount he paid for her! She was bought for the big race, pure and simple. Maybe if she isn’t good enough for the trials, he may cut his losses and put her out for breeding.” She shrugged her shoulders and asked Freddie if all was quiet. He nodded, “Just some townsfolk reported to old Bill the sheriff that there’s some strangers staying in the old Connor’s place. No-one seems to know who they are or what they’re doing in that godforsaken place. As you know, it’s the only house around these parts for four hundred miles that ain’t owned by the boss and he can’t control who rents it.”
Alex pretended not to be listening, but strangers in the area and that sounds like it is unusual for this place, could it be Team 74? She suppressed her thoughts, not wanting to raise her own hopes. Freddie continued, “The sheriff is heading out that way this afternoon and will let the Big Boss know what he finds out.” They said their goodbyes and Evelyn shouted “Walk!” then “Go!” and Alex ran along the dirt road until they turned into a small field which was fenced off. It had a gravel drive up to a large brick and wood hut with a rocking chair standing on it and an empty notice board pinned by the bright red door. There appeared to be a small barn or stable behind it.
Evelyn stopped by the hut and took her bags and ran up the steps and through the door. Evelyn stood in the warm sunshine sweating and a little thirsty, that’s when she turned and saw the lone horseman coming through the gap in the fence and heading in a straight line for the hut and them. Alex actually recongnised him, it was the big black man holding the horses earlier. Evelyn appeared holding a water bottle and some leg irons. She waved at the man as he rode up, and with some agility he jumped from the horse and ran up the steps. The pair embraced with some passion and Alex tried not watch. After they kissed for a few minutes, hand in hand they walked down to Alex and the big man admired her. Evelyn told him about how the Big Boss had obtained her and just for a minute, Alex thought she saw the look of disapproval on his face. But he said nothing as Evelyn loosened her mouthpiece and let her drink from the water bottle. “I’m going to put you in the small stable at the rear of the hut for an hour or so, you can rest before the training starts. You can keep Troy’s stallion company.” She chuckled and led Alex around To the rear and into the much cooler stable. Troy followed with his horse and placed it in an empty stall and pushed the bolt across on the door. Evelyn released Alex from her harness and walked her over to four metal hoops sticking up through the straw, she locked one leg iron onto the hoop and the other around Alex’s ankle and locked it. She gave Alex the water bottle and a small bar of chocolate, then patted her head and she and Troy walked out, arms around each other. Alex knew that such an interracial relationship was frowned upon in these times and especially in a place like North Virginia. But she settled down and nibbled at the chocolate bar and sipped some water. Then she wondered what the pair was doing, “You daft cow, you know exactly what they are doing!” She said to herself and chuckled a little, the first time in days. Alex settled down in the straw and stared around, then checked the leg iron: it was steel, as was the padlock. She dropped it back down and sat against the wooden post and tried not to think about the bloody awful position she was in. No mirror meant that she was trapped and powerless and dependent on rescue.
She lay back and closed her eyes. Then snapped them open, Troy was standing above her with the key to her leg irons and he unlocked her and took hold of her arm. Alex noted that he only had his shorts on. “Your mistress wants you.” Was all he said and they walked to the big hut and through the door, which Troy locked behind them. Alex was a little surprised to find her ‘mistress’ lying on a blanket on the floor quiet naked, propped up on an elbow with the other hand between her legs. “Get down and clean this up Sparkle and don’t waste any. It’s good for you!” And almost giggled as Alex knelt and she removed her hand. Alex set to work cleaning up Troy’s big cream pie to Evelyn’s joy.
Troy rubbed his chin, “Darling, can I have some of what I’m staring at. It’s fucking irresistible!” He was sating at Alex’s open vagina and bum hole as she bent over to do her cleaning. Evelyn sighed, “You randy bastard. No, you can’t! You’ll put a black baby in her and that would take some bloody explaining to the Big Master.” Troy just nodded, obviously disappointed. Alex finished her cleaning and leaned back. Evelyn rose form the blanket and patted her head, “Good pony, you obeyed without hesitation and that’s a good sign.” Evelyn dressed, as did Troy, and they kissed passionately before he left. “Come on Sparkle, let’s start your racing training proper.” Evelyn muttered and headed for the door, gesturing for Alex to follow.
2. THE TRAINING GROUND.
Evelyn harnessed her up and drove her a few yards to the start of the training grounds. They stopped by a neat green and white sign which was painted with a simple ‘1’. Alex looked carefully, it appeared to be a brick ramp that probably rose from ground level to about a foot and the slopped away back to level ground. It was about twelve feet in length with neatly trimmed green bushes running each side. It must have been about six foot wide.
“The
course has twelve obstacles Sparkle, laid out in order that you will take them.
This course is approved by the Club for time trials. In the big race itself,
there are fourteen ‘fences’ but they are actually better referred to as obstacles
I believe. The average time to complete this course is seven minutes, thirty-five
seconds. I will train you to be just under that.” She ordered Alex to trot down
to the start post which was marked with bright red poles, she stopped the
carriage between them.
“I’ll run you around the course at a leisurely pace at first, just so that you know how it looks and feels.” Evelyn said and Alex noted how she pronounced ‘leisurely’ it was the English way and not the way ‘Yanks’ pronounced it. She wondered if Evelyn was actually English but didn’t get to ponder the question long because Evelyn shouted “Stand!” and Alex prepared to run as Evelyn yelled “Go!” quickly and Alex felt the whip slap her right buttock. She heaved the cart and ran. She climbed the first hurdle and realised that this was actually going to be tough going. The second one appeared seconds later, except this was brick with long thin wooden rollers embedded in it. She went up the slope with her feet slipping but managed to stay running and felt the whip on her left buttock. With Evelyn shouting “Pull! Pull pony!”
Alex quickly encountered the third ‘fence’ which was an exact replica of the first and with some confidence, took it at speed which clearly delighted her ‘master’ who didn’t use the whip. They approached the fourth at speed, and Alex could feel her breasts being pulled – gently – indicating for her to slow a little. Then she saw why, embedded between the bricks were foot high rubber paddles which wouldn’t affect the driver or carriage too much, but would or could give the running pony some hard slaps on the legs. Especially if taken at speed. Alex bit down on her mouthpiece and ran up the slope and down, yelping as her legs were slapped by several of the paddles. “Pull!” came the command from Evelyn, followed by the whip flicking Alex’s right bum cheek. The fifth was another plain flat hurdle and Alex again took it at speed and soon reached the sixth. It seemed to be another ‘flat’ hurdle as she sped up the slope, but it wasn’t, the bricks suddenly stopped and was replaced by two large flat steps down into a filthy looking big tray of water. Alex was going to fast, and she almost fell down the bloody steps, but she managed to hold her balance and waded through the disgusting water and back onto the gravel. She received the whip on both buttocks for that minor misjudgement. But she ran on to the seventh obstacle, now panting and talking deep breaths. She was sweating openly now with the breast harness chaffing her bouncing tits.
The seventh fence was a plain flat one, but Alex remembered her feet and shoes were now wet and so, she took care running up it, a little slower to keep her footing. She must have made the right decision because there was no whip applied to her arse. She ran onto fence number eight and immediately spotted the slightly raised bricks almost hidden amongst the flat ones. Little wonder the carriages had thick wheels and stronger springs, but it would hurt her feet to cross them and falling arse over tit was also on the cards. The carriage rattled over the bricks and Alex’s feet stung as she trod on them at speed.
“Watch the next pony! Don’t let the fucking wheels sink!” Yelled Evelyn as fence number nine appeared: it was basically a shallow pit of sand. Alex knew she had run through at speed, or the carriage wheels would sink and could be stuck in the sand. She breathed deep and gripped the arm shafts and went for it, dashing through with sand flying up from the wheels, getting ‘encouragement’ from Evelyn’s whip. Sand went everywhere, including in her racing shoes, her thighs and exposed moist vagina which now had an irritating itch.
Fence eleven was flat plain one and Alex took it at speed, despite her wet sand filled shoes and bloody annoying, itchy fanny. She was now tired and breathing hard as the final fence [number twelve] appeared and Evelyn shouted, “Careful pony, this catches many out because they’re tired!” and slapped her buttocks to keep her attention sharp. Alex now saw why: the rising slope had yard brush heads embedded about a foot apart, that stood up about a foot. The carriage would pass over them, but the pony would have to carefully judge the little jumps needed not to be tripped up. And all that at running speed. Alex cursed as she hit the slope and jumped, gripping the carriage handles, With the brushes only a foot apart, she had to open her legs to keep balance and that slowed her, but she managed to keep going and ran up to the red finishing post, feeling the strong tug on both breasts, the signal to halt. She stopped, bent over, covered in sweat and panting like an overheated dog, locked in a car. Her legs were trembling, and she felt sick. Evelyn walked from the carriage and grabbed her head, removing the mouthpiece and giving Alex a welcome, drink. She patted her shoulder, “Not a bad run Sparkle. But no-where near good enough for a crack at a time-trial. Not yet!”
Evelyn checked her pony and Alex almost kissed her, when she poured the cold water from the bottle over her vagina and patted it, cleaning most of the sand from it. “You can have a bath tonight. You’ve earnt it.” Evelyn said, walking back to the carriage. Alex, still panting, lifted her head and could only stare at the incredible sight before her: it was a small beautifully built railway station! With a single track passing through it. The station sign declared ‘Jackson Station NV’. It appeared totally deserted until the little red door at the far end opened and a young black man appeared, sweeping the platform.
Alex almost jumped when she felt Evelyn touch her shoulder; “That’s the Big Master’s private station, he also has his own private train and fuck is that luxurious. Has bedrooms, dining room, bar and even a private picture palace [cinema] fucking luxury on wheels.” She waved to the young man sweeping, who raised his hat in reply. “That’s Clem, Clement looks after station and does a good job. I know his mother, Flowers. Her sister Irene is the Big Master’s cook. Was his father’s cook before that.”
She pulled out her little notebook and scribbled in it. “We did the training course in eight minutes, thirteen seconds and we need to shave almost half a minute of that. Do you understand Sparkle?” Alex nodded and wished she could have more water. Evelyn chuckled, “Oh Sparkle, you’ll understand when I really push you on our next run. That one was just a leisurely stroll!” She eased into her seat and turned Alex and the carriage and headed back to the cabin. Alex could breath better without the mouthpiece and was happy to see that they continued back past the cabin and onto the dirt road. She was trotted back to the Pony Plantation at a gentle pace. Evelyn only stopped to speak to three black women with their milking goats walking down the road and the only comment they made about the naked Alex exposing her crotch and tits was to ask if she was new! After a few minutes and some affectionate farewells by Evelyn, they set off again and encountered Clem on his old bicycle, so he stopped and stood talking with Evelyn. Then he gestured to Alex, fumbling in his trouser and asked Evelyn if he could give a treat to the pony! Evelyn nodded and he walked up to Alex and offered her a boiled sweet, which she gratefully accepted, and he slowly pushed it into her mouth, as he did, she kissed his fingers as a ‘thank you’. He smiled and dropped his hand and touched her shoulder saying quietly, “Not all of us are Jackson supporters Sparkle, just remember that. The so-called Big Master’s private train is due on Thursday morning, apparently, he’s travelling to his Nevada Ranch for some big business meeting. Interesting that, don’t you think?” Alex slowly nodded, but wondered why he was telling her? He smiled again and walked back to Evelyn as Alex sucked the welcome sweet and wondered about the handsome young man, what the hell was he motives for telling her that?
She watched him ride off and Evelyn re-fixed her mouthpiece. ”I think young Clem would like to put something else in your sweet little mouth Sparkle, and it’s not a bloody humbug!” She chuckled and settled herself in the carriage and they set off for the plantation at a gentle trot. They passed through the Plantation estate which was now quiet, and they saw only a couple of people, who waved and walked on. Evelyn guided Alex back into the enclosed courtyard and removed her harness and said, “Bath time!” Alex looked around and wondered which shabby door led to the bathroom. She was disappointed because Evelyn stood her over the locked ‘punishment’ hole and hosed her down with bloody cold water. She laughed at Alex jumping about under the soaking she was getting. Then threw her a rough towel and watched as a shivering Alex dried herself. “You get a proper bath when you join the other’s in the pony stable.” She laughed again and fitted Alex with her collar and leash and walked her back to the isolation stable for dinner.
Alex kept thinking about young Clem as she tried to sleep on the straw filled bags and under her rough blanket. What was he trying to tell her and more importantly, was he genuine? She fell into a troubled sleep, also thinking about her return to the training ground. If today was a ‘leisurely stroll’ what the hell would tomorrow be like? Team 74, where the fuck are you?
3. STRANGERS IN A STRANGE PERVERTED LAND.
Sheriff ‘Big’ Bill Benton eased from the saddle and slid to his feet, throwing the reins to his skinny deputy ‘Wild’ Bill Smith and stared at the old Connors place. He remembered the stand off all those years ago – when he was just a deputy – with Stan Connor over his objections to old man Jackson buying everything and everyone. Stan had strange idea’s about old Jackson and called him the ‘devil’s spawn’ and when drunk at ‘Louie’s Bar’ in town, told anyone who would listen, that Jackson would be back, in the form of his only son that nobody had really ever seen!
‘Big’ Bill shook his head, that was one crazy son of a bitch who was found hanging in his dilapidated old barn, near Christmas in 1904. His predecessor, Sheriff Cole Taylor had ruled it as suicide, but Connor’s daughter Jess [his only child] had made serious objections to that verdict and moved away, vowing never to sell the house to any Jackson. Thus, this big property remained outside the sphere of the ‘new’ Jackson and that galled him somewhat. The only thing that troubled ‘Big’ Bill was the arrival in town of Jackson’s heir, his only son, who looked so much like his father [when young] that a lot of the old folk in town, thought they had been thrown back in time by thirty years! Oh yes, ‘Big’ Bill was a little troubled by old Stan’s prediction, if it wasn’t bloody impossible.
“What did Maggie [the woman who rents the property out for the Connor family] say about these strangers ‘Wild’?” [They called each other by their nicknames because they were both called ‘Bill’.] His deputy wiped his face with a gaudy spotted hankie and shrugged his shoulders, “Not much, it was booked by an agent in Richmond, who said they were a professor of palan… pala…panatholo….. bloody palaeontology, or some crap to do with bones, and some of his students. All Maggie knows, is he is some big shot from a Yankee university who has come to look for damn big bones in the ground!” The sheriff looked puzzled, what the fuck was such a professor and his motley crew doing here? No-one has found any fucking dinosaur bones around the county, if they had, he and Mr. Jackson would have heard about it.
They walked up to the shabby door and knocked hard. It opened and they quickly removed their hats, “Good morning, ma’am, we’re looking for a Professor Tibbs? Is he in?” I’m sheriff Benton and this here is my deputy Smith.” The young woman smiled.
Both
the sheriff and his deputy thought she was absolutely stunning, and she
gestured them in, “The professor is in the study sheriff, studying maps with
his senior assistant, Doctor Divij Ramli, the world renown specialist from
Bombay University. I was just making coffee, would you and your deputy like some?”
They both nodded and said together, “Yes thank you ma’am, that’s most kind.”
They watched her walk to the kitchen, delicately holding the hem of her skirt
up, revealing little boots. “Fuck! That is one tasty piece of cake!” ‘Wild’
said quietly and the sheriff slapped him with his hat, “Come on, stop drooling
over the skirt and let’s have a word with this professor and his Indian
companion.” The deputy chuckled, “What tribe is he from? The Apache’s or the
Mohawks? Shit!” They knocked on the study door – sheriff Benton knew his way
around the old house – and waited until they heard “Enter!”
‘Big’ Bill waited in Jackson’s private office, hat in hands, and stared at the pictures of the ‘pony-girls’ that decorated one entire wall, then stood to one side as Jackson strode in and flopped into his huge bright red leather chair, clasping his hands together and nodded at Bill. “What did you discover about this professor and his team?” Bill clutched his hat and didn’t smile, “Don’t like them, there’s something damn odd about all of them, especially that professor. He reckons there could be dinosaur bones near the old place, apparently Connor’s daughter told them that old man Stan had dug something up on the lower east fields, some years ago. Knowing old Stan, he would have flapped his gums about that to git drinks at Louie’s. But I don’t remember anything being said at the time. I don’t know boss, but I’ll keep a damn close eye on them.”
Jackson didn’t smile, he sighed and spun around once in his chair thinking. “Bit of a co-incidence they turn up when that damn senator and his bloody suffragette wife is about to visit, checking on the girls so called welfare. I’ve hired a dozen girls and Grace is instructing them in what to say. Oh, we’re paid well, the accommodation is excellent, the food is brilliant and we’re all over the fucking moon to be here!” The sheriff allowed himself a little chuckle at that. During the short visit, the real ponies would be locked away in the big barn up at the crossroads, well out of sight, and the ‘ringers’ would wear nice costumes [not too revealing] and pretend they are happy to be here. Jackson believed that would end the Senator’s interest and he would move onto a subject that may actually get him some votes.
The
sheriff rubbed his face, “The professor has a young woman as an assistant who
is real pretty, a match for any of your girls…ponies.” He gestured to the
pictures on the wall. “Maybe, if someone like you boss, showed an interest in
her, she might gab about the professor, you never know, it’s just an idea.”
Jackson slowly smiled, “Bill, you don’t have too many good ideas, well, very
few in fact, but that one I will consider. Make sure they watched all the time
and I mean all the time. Hire reliable men to do the watching. As usual, the
money is no obstacle. I want them watched until they leave. If one farts in
church, I want the duration, how loud and how fucking smelly it was. Do you
understand me?” The sheriff grinned,
slapping his hat on, “I sure do boss and it will be done. If they take a shit,
I’ll tell you the bloody colour!” Jackson gestured to the door and the sheriff
left.
John Martin Jackson sat back in his chair and stared at the ceiling fan, turning slowly, and sighed. “You are not too fucking subtle Mister fucking Jericho Tibbs! You could at least used another name. Now, are you here after me or something else. They normally work in teams of four, so where was the fourth? What are they up to? A man or woman? Hopefully fat Billy boy can at least find that out.” Jackson was talking to himself – he usually did when thinking problems through – and stood. He stared at the pictures of his prize pony’s and walked to the door and stuck his head around and smiled at Grace, who was his secretary and much, much more. She practically ran his pony girls. “Grace darling, tell Monica [one of his trainers] to bring her pony up to the house, just before dinner. I feel playful.” Grace smiled and rose from behind her paper covered desk and headed for the stables. Monica’s pony would be entertaining the boss sexually, whether she wanted to or not.
Jericho lowered his mirror and sipped his fresh coffee, shaking his head, “A body search clearly show’s Alex is here and at the Jackson Plantation. Old lady Agatha didn’t actually lie, but then you can’t lie to an Angel!” The team had a massive stroke of good luck in their desperate search for Alex. Lady Agatha had died in her sleep from a mixture of cocaine and alcohol after yet another sex party at Hendon House. [See episode: ‘Alexandra and the naked Edwardians’.] Her soul had been collected and Jericho was there when she was interviewed by the Duty death Angel: Margret. She confessed to selling Alex – along with a lot of other poor girls – to various rich men, including John Martin Jackson. But she had given his address as his ranch in Nevada.
That
had cost the team valuable time in their search but were now on scene at his
plantation in North Virginia. But there was a problem: and it was one fucking
huge problem. From their visit to the Nevada Ranch they discovered that Jackson
had some pretty powerful protection: David, the Dark Prince! Apparently one his
girls had come from the Pony Plantation [the prince had a harem of some incredibly
beautiful human women, about thirty if the rumours were true] and Mister
Jackson was now one of his favourites and even had a demon looking out for him.
That was another problem, if Jericho stopped time and simply walked into the plantation
and freed Alex, the demon would be quickly on scene, sensing the time stoppage.
That in turn would bring a Knight of God and the Dark Prince himself might turn
up. That in turn could cause problems – again - for the BOSS [God] and the holy
family. Jericho would have to handle this with ‘kid gloves’ and plenty of
diplomacy. In fact, they were the actual words in the instructions from Angel
Margret!
It appears – currently – that Alex was expendable and that flew right up Jericho and Jackie/Owen’s noses. What Divij thought was unknown: as usual he never commented on his superiors decisions. All Jackie said about that was, “Arsehole!” and Jericho had no doubt that Alex would agree. The sergeant wasn’t their most favourite person.
Jericho stood and walked to the big lounge window and rubbed his face, they were under constant surveillance by a team of men, two sitting in a car at the top of the driveway and another two, parked at the property’s border at the rear. Both cars were on Jackson land and Jericho knew the sheriff was behind their deployment, under orders from Jackson. “He’s bent as a corkscrew and in Jackson’s pocket, so there’s no chance of assistance from him. But on Thursday, a certain Senator and his wife are visiting. The senator has been asking questions about the plantation and the girls, mainly trying to discover if the girls are willing and not compelled or ‘white slaves’. I have no doubt that Jackson will put on a show for him, probably bus in girls who are well paid to play the part of happy ponies. We need to find where they stash the real enslaved girls - discretely – and let the good senator see what is really going on.”
Divij agreed that was a good plan, but how could they do that without alerting the constant watchers. They needed to leave this damn house without them seeing. Jericho rubbed his chin and Smiled at Jackie, who lowered her coffee cup and groaned, “When you smile at me like that, I always think of a poor rabbit in front of a big bloody snake!” Jericho just chuckled. “I’ve been checking the life-files of some of the people close to Jackson and his forced brothel, and there is a couple who are very interesting, one in particular who goes on to be a priest and fights for the civil rights of African Americans, something changed his life, here in 1910 and set him upon that path. I think it was us.”
Divij sipped his coffee, “You mean we changed the timeline? Isn’t that against our oaths, I mean I can’t have anything to do with breaking rules. I desire to be an inspector in due time…” The look Jackie gave him wasn’t pleasant and Jericho spoke before she did. “No, it’s not a problem, your career is quite safe, it’s part of the timeline currently, so we won’t change anything that’s already existing.”
Jackie placed her cup down, “So, what do I do?” Jericho smiled, “What you and Alex are very good at. Distracting men from what they shouldn’t be doing!”
Tom Caster shifted in the uncomfortable seat and held the small brass telescope to his eye – again – and muttered how shitty doing a night shift was despite the good money. He looked at his companion, snoring loudly, folded up in the passenger seat. His cousin Jeb wasn’t the best of company for such a task, he had little conversation and what he did talk about was only women, pool and gambling. Tom was about to slap him awake with the telescope, but something caught his eye in the upstairs bedroom. He quickly directed the telescope there and took a breath. There was single lamp burning in the room and he could clearly see the silhouette of the young woman and she was undressing, slowly.
“Sweet mother of Mary! She’s taking her clothes off!” He whispered to himself. Jeb was awake and pressed up against him, demanding the telescope. Tom ignored him and gave a running commentary, “She’s just slipping down her skirt and, fuck me! Standing in her drawers….now they’re coming down nice and slow.” Poor Jeb was almost slavering, “Give me it! I want a turn!” Tom ignored him again. “By all the fucking Saints! She’s stark fucking naked! Now sitting on the bed and….” He stopped and took a breath, “The fucking door has opened and I see two shadows, men I think,…..the dirty bastards are having an orgy!” That was it for Jeb, he wrestled the telescope off Tom and And held it to his eyed, in time to the see the topless young girl, pulling the curtains shut. To say he cussed was like saying Mount Everest was a big hill. Understated. Tom sat back and wiped his brow, “Sweet Jesus Jeb, them dirty bastards are going no-where tonight, believe me, they ain’t!” and chuckled to himself. Jeb just sat with the telescope practically glued to his eye and cussed under his breath.
Jericho and Divij walked down the track, using their mirrors to light the way, a couple of ‘jack-rabbits’ ran past them and out into the woods. Jericho was smiling a little at the thought of Jackie opening the door with string tied against the bedpost, then dragging the two mannequins they found in the attic, across the room by the same method. Divij actually showed real skill, fixing the little wheels from a lounge ‘occasional’ table to them. The watchers at the front, now believed a sex party was underway and all three guests of the house were involved. They certainly were not walking down railway tracks, approaching Jackson’s private railway station. But they were. As he explained, “It’s all about perception and belief. They actually think they’re watching a threesome because that’s what their eyes are – apparently – showing them. Their brains believe what the eyes tell them and so, that’s what they are seeing. But it couldn’t be further from the truth, Jackie was probably watching some old TV show on her mirror and sipping a brandy!”
4. SOME ASSISTANCE AND THE ARRIVAL OF DARKNESS.
Young Clem carried the boxes into the small courtyard and said good morning to Monica who was harnessing up her pony for a days training. Kath – the pony – was being trained for a crack at the big race and she wasn’t too happy this morning after being sexually assaulted by Jackson. But Monica was happy with her after a practice time trial yesterday, she was just seconds off qualifying for a run in a real time trial. That had made the Big Master very happy and now he expected the same of Evelyn’s pony: Alex.
Clem watched the little carriage disappear through the courtyard doors and checked the storeroom and harness shed, then quickly walked to the isolation stable. He knew that Evelyn wouldn’t put in an appearance for at least an hour: she was busy entertaining herself with Troy. So he slipped into the isolation stable and fumbled in his pockets, he had borrowed the keys from Mama Irene, his aunt. He opened the padlocked door and stuck his head in, “Alex, you decent? It’s Clem with a message.” He held a hand over his eyes: that made Alex chuckle. “I’m decent as a pony can be, besides you have already seen me naked!”
Clem stepped in, Alex was standing holding her breakfast plate and a spoon. She was of course, still stark naked, apart from her collar. Then she waged a spoon at him, “How do you know my real name? It’s never mentioned around here, I’m just bloody ‘Sparkle’ the pony.” He smiled; “I think you will be very interested in my message. A certain Professor Tibbs says, hold tight, the cavalry is on the way, but it’s complicated.”
Alex threw the plate and spoon down and punched the air, then wanted to know everything, and she meant everything, but Clem could only tell her what he knew. That the house they had rented was under constant surveillance, but the professor and his assistant – a gentleman from India – had escaped. They appeared at the railway station and knew everything about him [Clem] and asked if he would help them free you [Alex] and he had agreed. Alex pushed her hair back and smiled broadly, “God! I feel like celebrating already, I need a brandy or….” She smiled at Clem. “Well, if there’s no damn brandy, then it has to be the other, and I mean the bloody other!” She said to Clem who really didn’t understand what she wanted, but he soon did!
He wasn’t that experienced with women, but Alex showed him what she wanted, and he carried out her instructions to the letter, twice. Alex took his hand and walked him to her pile of straw bags and knelt, pulling down his trouser buttons and taking possession of what she wanted and frankly, needed. She was pleasantly surprised by its size and girth and the way it moved. “You will love this.” She whispered to Clem and pushed it into her mouth. Clem certainly did love it and groaned a hoarse ‘thank you’. Alex worked it with mouth, lips and tongue, starting at the already moist tip, she moved her moth slowly down, her tongue beneath, until she reached his heaving belly and then slowly retreated. She performed this several times before just concentrating on the tip with her darting gentle tongue. Clem simply didn’t have enough experience with women – especially one like Alex – to cope for long. She was working his cock like this when he simply couldn’t hold it anymore and spurted. Accompanied by some moaning and frantic apologies. Alex swallowed that down and what had landed on her tongue and in her mouth, then ran a finger round her lips and chin, getting what had escaped. She licked her fingers, then his cock. Her magic mouth soon had young Clem erect again and ready for some real action and it took place on the straw bales – to start with – in Alex’s favourite position; the missionary. Clem fucked her slowly at first, almost unsure of what the hell he was doing but Alex sorted that out and soon, the young man was thrusting powerfully under her instructions. He was a good pupil to instruct in the art of fucking and soon had Alex moaning a little as she gripped his heaving backside, pulling him into her. “Hard, fast and deep if you can darling.” She said and he complied. Pounding her so hard that she felt a little orgasm roll down her sweating torso and spluttering from her cock filled fanny.
She pulled his happy face to hers and taught him the delights of French kissing. After just a couple of minutes of that, Clem had decided that what lay between a woman’s leg’s and in her mouth, must be a taste of God’s heaven for poor mortal men. He was indulging in what the priest – Father Patrick O’Connell – referred to as ‘fornication or carnal knowledge’ and outside marriage sanctioned by God, was a sin. “Oh Father forgive me!” he said, when he finally managed to pull away from that incredible mouth and suck her big nipples, muttering again, “Oh Father forgive me!” Sunday’s confessional this week was going to be long, but not boring. [for him or the priest, who listened with open mouth to the explicit retelling, jerking his cock under his cassock.]
Alex giggled a little and whispered, “Bloody Amen!” when he cum inside her, this time swearing and cussing like a good old time Virginian miner on a Saturday night piss up at the local brothel. He reluctantly pulled from her and watched his cum run from her open vagina and down her thighs. He pushed both hands over his head and groaned, “I’m so sorry Miss Alex! I should have pulled out, now you’ll be big with my baby and you’re a white woman, stuffed with a black baby….” Alex placed a finger over his lips and smiled, “Don’t worry about that Clem, I won’t be carrying your baby, much as I would love too.”
Clem wiped his face and slowly smiled, “You would love to have my little black baby?” He sounded utterly stunned and a little proud. He shyly smiled and gripped his erecting cock, “Well, if that’s the case, can I try and fill your womb properly this time?”
Alex
now giggled and nodded, re-opening her legs, “Come on Casanova, bleeding breed
me!” He was back on and in her before she finished speaking and it was a real
short sentence!
They now fucked ‘doggy style’ and Alex ‘suffered’ another orgasm under his delightful fucking: he was learning real fast what a woman like Alex needed. Next, they were standing against the wall, Alex with her hands pressed against it, almost squatting as young Clem reached round and manhandled her big swinging breasts while firmly embedded inside her cunt. They fucked hard, with Alex pushing back against his incoming thrusts for a few minutes, then returned to the missionary position so they could French kiss some more at his suggestion. If French Kissing [to Clem] was an illegal drug, then it would be fucking better than cocaine. He came inside her again and they lay together, their mouths locked with real passion. Finally he rolled off and groaned loudly, then turned and kissed Alex gently on the lips, running an almost trembling hand her heaving belly. “I do fucking hope that I’ve put a baby in there Miss Alex, and I don’t fucking care about a fucking lynch mob!”
Alex pulled him to her, and they kissed again, that’s when they heard voices, it was Evelyn shouting at another trainer and her pony and Clem almost panicked, but Alex calmed him down and shoved him and his clothes under the pile of straw bales, grabbing his keys, she ran to the door and carefully, closed the padlock, reaching round the small open wicket gate, to lock it. She then ran back and handed Clem the keys, then sat against the wall, knees pulled up and tried to catch her breath. Evelyn sauntered in and Alex stood slowly.
“Come on Sparkle, we’re heading to the training ground and today you’ll run the course properly, not walking around like last time.” She held up the whip and some breast weights, “If you don’t try to my satisfaction, I’ll handicap you with these and make you run around again. Do you understand pony?” Alex nodded and followed her out, glancing behind to see Clem smiling and waving. She gave a little wave back, then realised she still had some of his cum inside. She shrugged her shoulders, it would leak out when she’s trotting up to the training grounds. And smiled.
She wasn’t smiling after the first circuit of the course. Alex was panting and gasping, she felt that she would puke between deep breaths. Under hard driving she had shaved eleven seconds off the previous time, but that didn’t appear to please Evelyn who stood over her, flicking her whip. It had already been across Alex’s arse several times. “You have twenty minutes to catch your breath Sparkle, then it’s around again. And if it’s not faster, even by just one second, you’ll go around with the weights on your tits and when we return to the stables, I’ll bend you over the wooden horse for six strokes of the paddle. Do you understand me pony?” Alex nodded slowly and took some more long deep breaths, as best she could through the mouthpiece. Evelyn walked back to the carriage and sat drinking from her water bottle and picked up a magazine, flicking with little interest through the pages.
That when they both looked up at the sound of the whistle, there was a four-carriage train coming down the track. Alex saw the engine was painted entirely black and as it passed, slowing to stop at the station, there was a magnificent Gold Dragon painted down the side. She actually gripped the arm shafts of the cart and now felt real fear: that dragon crest she had seen before, on flying machines that belonged to David, the Dark Prince. [See episode; ‘Alexandra survives after the last sunset….and some!’] She was joined by Evelyn who was straightening her dust coat and little hat. She was smiling broadly, “Mr. Hobbs must be visiting John….the big Master for some reason. He’s fucking gorgeous and stinking rich, even more than the big master. Wait till you see him Sparkle, you’ll wet yourself.”
Alex took a deep breath, she just wouldn’t wet herself, she’ll be bloody finding somewhere to hide because if he recongnised her….she stopped herself from even thinking that thought. Then, she wondered if Jericho knew? She would get Clem to convey her message – in code – that the King of Darkness had arrived. But for now, she needed to ensure that he never saw her. She gripped the arms of the carriage and stood straight, giving the carriage a gentle shake. Evelyn looked at her and prodded her with the whip, “What’s up Sparkle, do you need a piss?” Alex shook her head and rattled the carriage again. Then Evelyn laughed, “Ah, I get it, you want to try again, think you can impress me by show willing and stop a paddling.” Alex nodded, keeping an eye on the train and who was getting off.
Evelyn nodded and eased into the carriage, “Alright Sparkle, I like that, you really try and there won’t be any paddling of that cute arse tonight. Now, to my amazement, you have actually impressed me.” She cracked the whip and Alex headed down the little gravel road back to the start. Not even daring to look behind her. She hoped Clem was on the road again when she trotted home, with some more bloody sweets to feed her.
5. AN ACCIDENT AND CHANGE OF PLANS.
The sheriff couldn’t stop himself smiling and clutched his hat with both hands, finally he laughed outright at the look on Jackson’s face. He repeated what a good reliable man Tom was and not taken to flights of fancy. “So, they had a bloody orgy for an hour or two, then they saw them sitting in the front parlour drinking, with the young tart playing the piano!” Jackson sat back and chuckled, very few things surprised him in life, but this was a cracker, little wonder they rented a house miles from anywhere. He attention was drawn back to the sheriff, “I guess the little tart is trying for better grades from the professor, but fucking with an Indian? That ain’t right. I now have a dozen men volunteering to sit the watches!”
Jackson was a little confused and somewhat puzzled, this didn’t sound like the famous Inspector Jericho Tibbs that David [Mr. Hobbs] had warned him about. Then, Tibbs was a common name, and he could just be some randy young professor poking his pretty student for the better grades she wanted or needed. He needed to find out for certain and knew how to do that. He thanked the sheriff and told him to keep the surveillance going until further notice. ‘Big’ Bill replaced his hat and left smiling, saying goodbye to Grace, who stood in the doorway with several paper in her hands.
“What is it darling?” he asked, still smiling at the sheriff’s report. Grace was a dour, unsmiling spinster who worshipped Jackson in silence. She was only in her late twenties, but everyone who didn’t know her, thought she was in her forties. Life hadn’t been kind to her, and she knew it. The only other man she loved had left her at the alter and ran off with a pretty little thing that worked at a soda parlour. She still kept her wedding dress, hidden away, in her ‘hope’ chest, which she now referred to as the ’despair casket’. She told Jackson that everything was in place for the Senators visit. The ‘changelings’ would arrive in the morning, be fitted with their costumes and given their cover stories. They had all acted on the stage, so it shouldn’t be a difficult task for them to complete. Jackson nodded in satisfaction, he could always rely on Grace: 100% He asked her about his pet project and Grace informed him that both girls were healthy, and the old Indian woman had taken a look at them, pronouncing they were both carrying filly’s. Jackson smiled, he wouldn’t have to inform Sister Serenity at the coloured orphanage to expect new arrivals. Boys were no good to his breeding plans, so they were handed over to the nuns. They never asked any questions because he was their best patron, and their little charges would go shoeless and hungry without his generous support. He would tell Troy and Samson they could expect something a little extra in their pay this week.
Jackson only used black studs for his breeding program, there was no rational or health reason to do so, he just liked the idea, and it reminded him of the good old days, when slaves were owned openly and could be sexually used and bred at the owner’s whim. Damn the bloody Yankee’s and their bleeding hearts, he would declare and most of his friends and business associates would agree with him. He had toyed with the idea of jumping back and trying to change the outcome of that fucking civil war. Maybe, take back some films of modern America with it’s multiculturalism and interracial love. But David had advised against that, saying that someone like bloody Tibbs would turn up, thwart his plans and close down his time portal. That was a real risk and would ruin his plans that he had with Jackson, so it remained just a beautiful pipe dream. For now.
Grace handed the papers over, “That pony Little Star is still moaning and whining about carrying a black baby that she doesn’t want and hates. Remember, she was the one that had to be tied down for the boys to knock her up. I think she could be a problem, but Spring Lilly has accepted it, so if we got rid of the unhappy one, there’s no problem about feeding the little fillies, she’s got huge milk filled tits that could feed an army.”
Jackson rubbed his face, Grace certainly knew how to run his pet project. “Yeah sure, once the kid is born, ship Little Star off to Madam DeVine in Texas, her cat house always needs new staff. Now that will bloody make Little Star unhappy and realise just how good she had it here.” Now Grace did smile – a little – and nodded. She almost fully smiled when he told her story that the sheriff had imparted. “Doesn’t surprise me, academics are the worse, it’s all that Greek they learn. Gives them strange idea’s I suspect.” Jackson didn’t quite understand that reasoning, but still nodded his agreement. “Pick another girl for the breeding program, talk it over with the trainers, pick the most useless one that’s just not trying or is hard to train. Then get Samson or Troy, or both, to knock her up. I’ll leave the choice and details to you darling.” Grace nodded and returned to her office, adjusting her hair. She already had a girl in mind, stubborn, unhappy and had been beaten regularly to make her comply with the trainers instructions. She’s in for a nice surprise when the boys come for her. Grace now actually chuckled, making sure that no-one heard or saw her. She had her ‘iron’ reputation to maintain.
That’s when young Clem arrived in her office, panting and sweating, having just leapt from his old bicycle. He removed his hat and took a breath, “Miss Grace ma’am, he’s arrived!” Grace stared at him for a second or two then gasped, “He’s here? Now?” and Clem nodded vigorously, “Just arrived in his private train, you know, the one with the golden lizard on the side.” Grace didn’t smile, “It’s called a dragon Clement, go tell the trainers to lock up their ponies and report to me. I’ll inform the Big Master.”
She knocked on Jackson’s door and entered when told. Jackson was over the moon at his ‘hero’s’ arrival. As they left the office together, calling for Samson and Troy to bring the motorcars around, Jackson stopped and called Kath the trainer over, telling her to clean up three or four girls – the best one’s – and send them to the big house for his guest to choose, if he’s travelling stag, for company tonight. Kath smiled and dashed off to find the other trainers, while Jackson told Clem to find Evelyn, tell her to drop everything and return. Sparkle would definitely be one of the pony’s offered to David.
That’s when Evelyn came through yard gates, pulling one side of the carriage, with Sparkle pulling the other, limping badly. “What the fuck happened?” He shouted when they stopped in front of him, staring at Sparkle’s wrapped up right foot. Evelyn sighed, “Stupid cow caught her right foot on the raised bricks, but it’s only badly sprained – not broken – so, it’s not too bad, but she can’t be trained for a week or ten days I’m afraid.”
Jackson cussed and told Clem to help put Sparkle in her stable, he then turned to Evelyn, “See me in my office later, I have to greet my good friend.” Evelyn nodded and with Sparkle leaning on both of them, walked to the isolation stable, still cussing her misfortune as Alex had shaved a full twenty seconds of her previous efforts and would, in a couple of more runs, hit the damn target. Now, it would have to wait for nearly two weeks, but by then then race time trials would have closed. She cussed under her breath, blaming herself a little for the accident. If only she hadn’t ran Sparkle for that final attempt. But it was too late now. You can’t turn back time. Well, so she thought…..
Alex lay on her straw bale waiting for Doctor Jules to attend her foot. He was a dirty old man who liked his payment ‘in kind’. She touched her foot and winced, then smiled as Clem brought her some water. With Evelyn’s back to the pair, seeing to the carriage and bags inside it, she whispered the important message to him, and he nodded, not understanding it, but would deliver it. He shyly kissed her lips and set off, saying goodbye to Miss Evelyn with a wave. Alex lay back, having heard the gaggle of trainers talking about which ponies to send up to the big house for their esteemed guest. She sighed with relief, she certainly now wouldn’t be one of them and that made her smile, despite the pain in her foot, which knew was only sprained: she was a bloody doctor after all!
The old doctor wrapped her foot and recommended plenty of cold compresses and after a couple of days, when the swelling had subsided, a little gentle exercise. He closed up his ‘Gladstone’ bag and waved his old shabby hat over his unshaved face. “Not much to do, no real treatment is necessary, just rest. So it isn’t much of a fee. I’ll take a blowjob thank you.”
Evelyn laughed, “You’re a dirty old bugger Claude, but that sounds fair.” She turned to Sparkle and gestured to the doctor who was already unbuttoning his flies with a little smile on his face. “Well, pay the good doctor his fee and be lively about it, he’s a busy man.” She walked into the harness room and replaced Sparkle’s harness and sighed, if only she hadn’t run the damn pony that final time. She stood in the doorway, arms folded, watching Sparkle sucking the happy physician’s cock. The old physician seemed more than happy with the payment of his fee’s and cum in the pony’s mouth, patting her jerking head as she swallowed, as he told her do so. That was one thing about most of Mr. Jackson’s pony’s: they were obedient and submissive, especially when it came to sex. Just like the good old days before the fucking Yankee’s ruined everything.
He buttoned up his flies as Sparkle washed his semen down with some water, she would have sworn it tasted like gin! [No, not the Water!] Evelyn wondered what the big master would do about Sparkle. She found out when he returned late from his important meeting with his ‘best’ friend. She stood in his office and explained again what happened, leaving out her guilty thoughts about the final circuit that caused the problem. Evelyn informed him of Doctor Jules professional diagnoses and Jackson wasn’t happy.
“God damn!” Jackson slumped in his seat and cussed again. He ran a hand over his face and sighed, “So be it. I’ll just run with Monica’s pony – she’s doing well – and that damn ankle won’t heal in time. The bloody time trials will be in the history books before she’s ready to run again. I’ll give you the new girl that’s arriving on Friday, she’s tall and strong with good legs and a real pair of firm big tits. Born and worked on a farm in the north of England, so she’s strong and knows hard work. That’ll give you nearly a year to bring her up to race standards.” Evelyn nodded, then asked, “What about Sparkle? This time next year she’ll be spot on for the race, she’s intelligent and learning really quick….”
Jackson just shook his head, “No, we won’t waste time finishing her training, she’s not exactly a spring chicken, no, this year was her big chance. Hand her over to Grace for my pet project. I’ll tell Grace to have Troy and Samson do the job. Between them two studs, our dear Sparkle will be waddling around here, swollen with a little filly in no time!” He chuckled at that, and the interview was at an end.
Evelyn left the Big Master’s office and headed for the isolation stable, she almost smiled at the thought of telling Sparkle that she now was a ‘breeding mare’ and being a decent white woman, wouldn’t exactly relish the prospect of being fucked and forcibly impregnated by two big black men! [Boy, she didn’t know our Alex!] And knowing our Grace, it will be done at the same time. With that thought and now smiling, she slapped her whip against her dress and walked through the lines of buildings, giving a cheery wave to anyone she met.
6. CONVERSATION WITH THE DEVIL AND ALEX LEFT STANDING.
David eased up in the chair and rolled his glass of very expensive single malt whisky around his hands. He stared into the flames burning in the grand ornate fireplace and smiled at Jackson, sitting opposite. “I do love dropping in on friends who appreciate what I can do for them. Most of the humans are stupid beyond belief. My dear grandfather created the bloody dinosaurs – what for I truly don’t know – and I would swear they had more brains than your average numb-nut human. I mean you humans were given the greatest gift an animal could have bestowed upon it, freewill. And what the hell have they done with it! You take your average monkey, it sits in a tree scratching fleas on its arse and eating banana’s, fucking other monkey’s, and shitting. It couldn’t give a fuck about mortality or the fucking meaning of life because it simply doesn’t know and frankly wouldn’t probably give a shit if it did!” He leaned forward, swallowed down his drink and smiled again, “But you humans, oh my God – sorry, dear brother – spend what crappy short little existence you have worrying about shit that doesn’t really matter and it fucks you up. So, some badass makes himself king and slaughters millions. Big deal, all those dead naked monkeys are replaced within days. So, what’s the fucking problem? The humans stand around wringing their hands and moaning about how bad evil is without ever trying the Dark Side. That’s crap! I tell you now, humans’ just love the evil bastards, they practically worship them. They are remembered long after their deaths and the average good boy or girl? They’re forgotten quicker than yesterday’s fart. To prove my point, take a plan piece of A4 paper and draw a line down the middle, write good and bad across the top. Then list all the bad and good people under the appropriate heading. I’d bet you anything, that you’ll be on the reverse, filling in the bastards names, before you have a dozen entries on the so called ‘good’ side!”
Jackson re-filled their glasses and sat back down, “So your saying humans are basically evil?” David sipped his whisky – he loved the strange taste, even though he could drink a grate and it would it have no effect whatsoever – “Damn right I am! Their history proves it. They erected statues to evil bastards who sold people into slavery just because they gave money to some fucking college, library or shithole church. It didn’t matter how bad they were, the others wanted the money they gave. Where was their moral compass then? Evil is too a strong word for most humans, most are too dumb to be truly evil, most are just weak and run with the herd for safety, that actually, doesn’t really exist. A bit like my grandfather’s gift – freewill – it’s wasted on them, well, most of them. They crawl through life on their fucking knees and don’t even know they are true slaves because they imprison themselves with their own misguided morals.” David leaned back and swallowed down his whisky and gestured to Jackson, “That’s why I like the company of humans like you. You know the score and you take what you want and need and don’t have stupid meaningless morals. Now you are the true face of bloody ‘freewill’. Most other’s use their freewill to jail themselves, physically and mentally, and that makes me laugh.”
The pair chatted together for some time before Jackson bought up the subject of Temporal Inspector Jericho Tibbs and the strangers at the old Connor’s place. He believed the fornicating, orgy loving trio were genuine, after all, didn’t they [Tibbs and Team 74] normally work as a team of four. David, slowly placed his glass down and didn’t smile, “Describe them.” Was all he said. Jackson shrugged his shoulders, “The professor calling himself Tibbs, is in his late twenties and has bit of an ego, according to my sheriff and the Indian doesn’t say much, except to agree with bloody everything the Tibbs character says. The girl is a little cracker, dark hair and eyes with a good body. But the sheriff thinks there’s something strange about the little slut. He can’t put his finger on it: yet.”
David chuckled and said softly, “Jericho, his new sergeant and young Owen dressed up as his alter-ego Jackie!” He then asked Jackson about the fourth member: Lady Alexandra Cappanni but John shrugged his shoulders again, “There isn’t another girl or woman with them.” David smiled and nodded, ‘Oh, yes, my darling Alex won’t stray far from her master Jericho, so she must be around her somewhere and close: he could sense her near presence.’ He described Alex, particularly her magnificent breasts and peach shaped arse. Jackson ran a hand through his hair and really didn’t smile, he hesitated before speaking, “That sounds like a pony I just acquired from an associate in England, but her name is Miss Alexandra Keppel.”
David now smiled broadly, “Send for her.” Was all he said and offered his glass for another refill.
Evelyn slammed the door shut, still chuckling to herself, and locked it. “About twenty minutes before the boys stop by to service you. You’ve met both of them, so polite introductions won’t be needed!” She walked back to her room and sort of envied Sparkle: she was about to get her brains fucked out by two men who knew what they were doing with a woman’s body. “Probably come like a busted fire hydrant when sandwiched between those two. Even if she doesn’t want to.” Evelyn said to herself and passed Clem who was fixing the tyre on his bike. He watched her pass by without comment, then dropped the bike and headed for the isolation stable and Alex.
Jackson walked to his office and study angry with himself, how could he had let that slut fool him, Jericho and his gang had obviously been on his trail since Hendon House and that bloody fool George had delivered her and them right to his door. Before he reached it [the office door that is!], Grace appeared, not looking happy, but that was usual for her. “That fat sheriff has just called, he says that mob you had him watching has just vanished. Apparently, there were no signs of any movement for an hour or so, so he walked right up to their front door and found it open. Searched the damn house and found no-one. He kept babbling on how impossible it was for them to sneak past his men without being seen. He want’s to know, what to do next.”
Jackson cussed and shouted, “Tell the useless fat bastard to find them!” Grace nodded and went back to her phone call. Jackson folded his arms and stood in the quiet corridor, “What a fucking mess with David visiting! Temporal detectives crawling up my arse with one undercover right under my bloody nose and a senator about to arrive, asking fucking questions and poking about.” He then thought about ‘Sparkle’ and smiled, “Still, she would make a nice present for David.” Now with a determined walk, he snatched his scatter gun from the cabinet on the wall [in the UK, that is a shotgun] and headed for the isolation stable.
Jericho sat on the station’s porch and rocked gently in the chair, it reminded him of childhood summer days at his grandparents, rocking with granny on the porch rocking chair, very similar to this one. He stared down the single track, watching the big steam train approaching, pulling a single dark carriage. He sighed and turned to Jackie, “Showtime.” Was all he said quietly and consulted his mirror for the exact location of the isolation stable.
Troy and Samson, laughing together and already horny in anticipation of fucking Sparkle, headed for the isolation stable with Samson tossing the key and grinning, “Me first with her arse, you owe me that for covering your own arse when your banging your precious little Evelyn’s arse!” Troy shook his Head, “Samson, my brother, that’s an awful lot of arse you just said.” They passed Clem, peddling like fuck, towards the main gate of the complex: he didn’t even wave, never mind stop to chat, like he normally did, when he saw the brothers. {should you wonder, they actually were brothers!] They both stopped and watched him fly past, wondering where the hell he was going in such a hurry. Troy yelled after him, “Yah, Clem, when the hell you going?” He received a reply disappearing through the gates, “To the station, I have a train to meet!”
Samson scratched his chin, “What damn train?” Troy didn’t know, their visitors train had already left. They soon forgot the damn train, when they thought about Sparkle waiting for her breeding team to arrive. “Come on man.” Troy said and tugged at his tight trousers, he was already bloody erect in anticipation. “My damn tadpoles are itching to get swimming my brother.” They both laughed and wandered up to the isolation stable door, Troy clutching the keys and let themselves in, finding Alex standing, arms folded, looking really annoyed, “Where the hell have you two been? Come on, we only have about an hour before the shit hit’s the fan.” To their astonishment, she walked up to the pair and ran a hand down Troy’s face, “You two bloody studs better live up to your reputation, now who’s first?”
Troy actually dropped the keys in surprise as Samson pulled off his dirty shirt and smiled, “Evelyn suspected you were a right whore under that façade of miss goody-to-shoes, and I’d bet you like being fucked hard and fast.” Alex smiled, “Ah, at last a man who knows what I like, before I have to bloody tell him!” She grabbed his trousers and jerked them down, gripping his big erection and pushing it into her greedy moist mouth. Samson pulled off his clothes and offered his big cock to her. Now gripping both, she worked the pair together, alternating between them. This went on until Alex was satisfied, they were ready to fuck her, and Samson was first. But not how he expected, Alex pushed him onto his back and squatted over him, opening her vagina with one hand while still jerking Troy with the other.
She lowered herself down, slowly at first until her fanny had accepted him fully, then started to rock back and forth, getting faster with each movement. She pulled Troy to her and went back to work on his cock with her mouth, lips and tongue. He groaned loudly, as did Samson who now enjoyed her big swinging tits, handling them with rough unbridled joy.
Jackson
stood in the doorway and lowered the shotgun, then wiped his face with his free
hand, “God damn! I was too late, forgot I had unleashed the studs on her.
Bloody David won’t want her now.” He turned and walked back to the big house,
head bowed a little, not realizing that David knew all about Alex’s character and
her numerous sexual exploits traveling through time: and didn’t care!
The trio had now changed position at Alex’s command, with Alex sandwiched between the men, Troy underneath and Samson on top, buried in her glorious arse, which he fucked with some real joy, slapping her quivering buttocks hard on occasion as he rode her. Troy had a nipple in his mouth and hands on the rest of her big soft tits, squeezing and kneading them like he was baking bread. They were now standing, Alex still between the brothers, with her legs folded around Samson and her arms around Troy [they were now kissing] as they bounced her up and down enjoying her cunt and anus. Samson did shout, “Yippee!” a couple of times, when he managed to get his mouth off a big bouncing tit. Alex had a huge orgasm which made her legs shake and she yelled, “Fuck me harder! Come on! Fuck me!” slapping Troy’s big shoulders and the pair did.
Alex had another mighty orgasm and staggered to the straw bales dragging the brothers – by their cocks – and sat on Troy, pushing his cock into her gaped bum hole, then leaned back, legs open for Samson to mount her. The fucking resumed just as Alex liked and desired: hard and fast. Samson was the first to succumb and cussed loudly as he came inside her, with Troy doing the same a couple of minutes later. The men lay on their backs gasping and watched in amazement as Alex handled their soft cocks, working each one in turn with her mouth and hands. It took a few minutes, but both were ready for action again. The fucking continued where it left off until the first gunshots were heard. Then they increased in number and appeared to be getting closer.
David stood at the big window and heard the chaos and shouting filling the house, then turned as Jackson burst through the door, waving the shotgun. What annoyed David was he didn’t have Alex with him. “It’s the fucking state police in large numbers! We’re being fucking raided!” David nodded, in these days before the FBI or CIA, States had their own formal investigation and action teams. This particular one was being led by a friend of a certain Jericho Tibbs! District Attorney Ralph Catchpole was armed with a Supreme Court Arrest & Search Warrant for a certain John Martin Jackson on charges of trafficking, illegal firearms, abduction, kidnap and murder and they were just the starters! He also possessed another couple of warrants for a certain sheriff and some of his staff. Ralph would serve yet another warrant on the corrupt District Circuit Court Judge, currently enjoying the cuisine at a local child brothel, that masqueraded during the day as a candy shop. He was checking the menu [each child had a number and details what could be done to him or her; a bit like a sick Chinese takeaway] and had just ordered a number 5, when a pistol was shoved in his ear and the handcuffs snapped on.
The only ‘number 5’s', he received was his prison number: 5523 and the length of his sentence: 55 years! He escaped the death penalty because of his remaining and influential friends in Washington DC. They also wanted this dreadful episode buried in the back pages of the newspapers and that was done.
Samson and Troy, grabbing their clothes, ran for it, leaving Alex shouting after them, “Is that it? Call yourself bloody studs! I was just getting warmed up you bastards!” She stood standing in the little courtyard, hands on hips, shaking her head. “Bloody men.” Was all she said.
7. CLEANING UP THE CESSPIT AND PRESENT’S FOR CLEM.
Alex was very happy to get her mirror back and she kissed it before tucking it safely in her handbag. She felt strangely uncomfortable in Jackie’s long coat after being nude for so long, the realization that she preferred being nude came as little surprise and she knew now, why people indulged in it. The girls and hugged and even the normally reserved Jericho gave her a kiss on the cheek and looked really happy – and relieved – to have her back. Divij just nodded and managed a smile.
There were officers and agents swarming all over the complex and Alex watched with satisfaction the ‘trainers’ being bundled into a state police wagon, she was strangely moved when Evelyn was pushed in, but stopped and smiled at her, before the door was slammed and locked. The van disappeared down the gravel drive and through the front gates. Miss Grace walked to the police car with her head held high and said nothing as she was driven away. There was, of course, no sign of John Martin Jackson or his mysterious guest, Mr. David Hobbs, but that didn’t surprise the team. Nine newly released ‘Pony Girls’ crowded around Alex, embracing and kissing her. That bought on the tears for Alex, and not surprisingly, Jackie. The true hero of the day was Clement, and he shyly received the praise heaped upon him with a big smile. Both Jackie and Alex gave him a hug and kissed him, a little too passionately for Divij who turned away and asked Jericho what happens next.
“We go bleeding home and have a superb meal and some drinks. Relax before little Ivan [a temporal messenger] turns up with another bloody mission. Come on, Ralph will de-brief everyone back at the old house, then it’s goodnight North Virginia and the bloody Pony Plantation. For good.” He walked towards the team’s car, gesturing for them to follow. Alex kissed Clement and told him she would drop a little present off for him as a personal ‘thank you’. He smiled and told her that both Samson and Troy had escaped and were on the run; he would visit their wives and try and explain what their well-paid ‘jobs’ on the plantation actually were. They were both looking at life imprisonment or even the death penalty for what they did for Jackson.
He also admitted that he would visit Father O’Connell and unburden himself in confession and that would make him sleep better at night. Jackie told Alex that the fat sheriff and his bent deputy were in custody, pleading the 5th, despite knowing the pile of evidence against them. The two other ‘breeding mares’ admitted to Alex that would hand their unwanted and forced babies over to the sisters at the local orphanage, leave the state and start their lives over again. They climbed into the waiting ambulance, unsmiling, and were driven away. Alex, in her heart, couldn’t find any feeling to condemn them but the tears welled up when she thought about the innocent children starting life in an orphanage without any mother’s love. That’s when she really hated John Martin Jackson and vowed, if they should meet again, to send his testicles up around his ears, with her boot and that would only be the start!
In the car, as Divij followed the stream of vehicles through the gates, Jericho informed the team that Angel Margret was pleased that the situation with Prince David had been resolved without any the Holy family being involved. Rather sarcastically, Alex commented when they would, actually get involved in humanities problems. That brought a ‘tut-tut’ from Divij and a rye smile from Jericho, who said nothing in reply. He was checking his mirror for traces of John Martin Jackson and found there had been a breech of the timeline, from this very place, just minutes ago, to Russia in 2022. One soul had crossed over and he knew that was Jackson. He was pleased to see that old Doc Silas and team 13 were on the way. He looked back at the fast disappearing ‘Pony Plantation’ and wondered who ran the other clubs and would the authorities take such actions against them. They didn’t of course, there were far too many powerful people involved, including many in the government itself. “Fucking money and power are worse drugs than heroin or cocaine.” He muttered to himself, “And do far more damage.”
Alex waited patiently for Ralph to finish his de-briefing, then grabbed up the car keys from in front of Divij and said quietly to Jericho, “I’m going to say a little thank you to Clem for all his help in rescuing me and the other girls. Won’t be long.” Jackie jumped up and put her arm through Alex’s, “I want to thank him too for saving my best girlfriend from a fate worse than death, apparently.” The girls disappeared through the door and headed for the team’s car with Alex jumping behind the wheel and they drove away heading for the rooms that Clem had rented with the money Jericho gave him for his assistance. [He was now a human agent for Jericho in this time and place.]
Alex chuckled as she turned down the quiet street looking for number 1342 South Street East. “I think young Clem will like his little thank you present.” Jackie gripped her arm and grinned, “I want to thank him too! So, he’ll get two thank you presents.” They both laughed as Alex spotted the address and she parked the car, with a lot the locals staring as two white women ran up the back, fire-escape, stairs to young Clem’s apartment. It was above the Christian bookshop. Jackie didn’t understand why Alex laughed at that: yet.
They stood by his front door and Jackie knocked, turning to Alex who was unbuttoning her long ankle length coat. “I have his present under my coat, do you think he’ll enjoy unwrapping it?” Alex said quietly and pulled her coat open. She was naked apart from her boots and a big red ribbon wrapped around her tits in the shape of a bow. Another ribbon was tied around her hips, forming a bow over her fanny. Jackie laughed, as Alex closed her coat, and she unbuttoned her coat too: she was wearing a sheer black Basque, black panties and matching stockings and suspender belt. “Great minds think alike.” Was all Alex said as a smiling Clem opened the door and gestured them in.
He stood by the by the small fireplace and placed the book he was reading down on the little table: it was a well-thumbed bible. Alex smiled and said softly, “You have two presents, one you have to unwrap and the other I think you want too, but you don’t really have to unwrap it.” Clem nodded and smiled slowly as Jackie pulled off her coat and let it drop. He wiped his face when Alex pulled off her coat too and dropped it on Jackie’s.
They walked up to him and took an arm each with Alex asking softly where the bedroom was. Young Clem now grinned and playfully tugged at the bow holding Alex’s big breasts from escaping. “I’ve never had two such wonderful presents in my entire life. Not even at Christmas or on my birthday….well, except that puppy I got when I was ten.” Alex took his hands and placed them on her tits, “Well, these are your two new puppies darling. Enjoy!” Jackie took his chin and guided his mouth to hers, “I understand you like French Kissing. Try this.” And explored the young man’s mouth thoroughly with her tongue. He placed his arms around both and they walked to the bedroom with Clem muttering “Merry Christmas & happy birthday, Clement Boner!” Alex stopped and stared at him, slowly starting to giggle [as was Jackie] “Wait, your surname is bloody Boner!” She said. He nodded, but he didn’t know why the girls laughed so much, but considering what he was about to get, he wasn’t too upset!
Clement performed really well, the experiences with Alex previously stood him in good stead, not to mention that his married neighbour – Iris – had also taught him a few tricks when her husband Troy was at ‘work’. For her, it was really revenge fucking, she didn’t see why he got all the perks and her none. So, she had taken young Clement in hand [and everything else!] to prove a point. Clement did pray for her soul afterwards and confessed all to Father O’Connell, who now looked forward to his visits to the confessional box eagerly.
The happy young man ‘unwrapped’ his present with real delight and lay on his back on the threadbare blankets with Alex riding him and Jackie French kissing his willing mouth, one hand on Alex’s bouncing tits and the other down Jackie’s panties where he discovered God did move in mysterious ways. He jerked her cock and strangely enough didn’t ask about it! His next confession would be a five-star cracker and would cause the good Father to faint, while furiously tugging at his flaccid cock in the small confessional box. The curious congregation gathered about him and crossed themselves, while Clem just slipped away to visit Iris again: he was a little surprised when he found her younger, also married sister there too. Julia too, was having some revenge on her husband Samson. Father O’Connell apparently discharged himself from hospital to hear that confession…..
The girls introduced the young man to the delights of ‘bum love’ as Clem now called it and happily fucked Jackie in the ‘doggy’ position with Alex underneath enjoying [as usual] her cock. He watched carefully as Jackie, head down and between Alex’s open legs, feasted on Alex’s oyster, working it so well, that she spurted, and Jackie cleaned it up with her tongue and mouth. This weeks confession would be X-rated, and Father O’Connell actually fell out of his wheelchair at one point. His forgiving and loving parishioners blamed it on the fact, that the priest was new to wheelchairs!
They finished part one of the sex session with Alex in her favourite position: the missionary [how bloody appropriate!] with young Clem sucking Jackie off as she stood between the pair and he finally had to cum, groaning and praising God for creating sex, any sex. They all lay together on the bed, talking quietly and the girls taking turns to French kiss Clem. Finally, they sat against the headboard, backs on pillows and shared a cigarette and bottle of beer between themselves. Clem in the middle had his arm around both girl, one squeezing Alex’s tit and the other, jerking Jackie’s cock. The girls both had a hand on his cock, and it was hardening – again – under their skilled caresses. Clem took a last drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out as he watched Alex lubricating her bum hole. “Oh Father forgive me!” He muttered and Jackie kissed him saying, “He probably will, after all he invented bloody sex, didn’t he?” Clem couldn’t argue with the sound logic of her statement and fucked Alex’s arse with real joy and passion, this time, with Jackie under her and Alex sucking Jackie’s cock. The confessional box was almost bursting with all three priests from the Parochial House squeezed in, listening to Clem’s latest confession, especially the part about how, when visiting Iris and Julia, the unhappy wives introduced him to Gloria, a very unhappy and frustrated [sexually] butcher’s ‘wife’ who surprised him when he went to mount her: she was a young man with a butt plug shoved up her arse and a large cock that could be used to break bricks!
“God does move in mysterious ways!” was all he said as he popped the butt plug out and replaced it with his cock, watching the other wives rolling around the carpet, using an enormous bright red dildo on each other.
Alex and Jackie walked from Clem’s flat, coats wrapped tightly around their bodies and slipped into the car. Finally Jackie had to ask [after hearing about Alex’s adventures as a pony] if she enjoyed the BDSM that she suffered. Alex started the engine and thought for a few seconds as she released the handbrake, “Well, I thought of pinching one of the carriages, a harness and all the kit used to train ‘Pony-Girls’ and run you around the island. But I think Jericho might object to that!” Jackie nodded and leaned across, planting a kiss on her cheek. “But we have all of time in the world, to go and play.” Now Alex did smile at that.
CHARACTERS
John Greggs, the young policeman, retired from the police in 1987 and moved to Spain with his young brother. The pair ran a small hotel and bar for several years and John married a local girl who had been a barmaid at their hotel. He had four children and died in 2011 from serious complications following prostrate cancer treatment. His soul was collected and processed.
Abigail Costner should have died in 1910, but fell through a rogue time portal and appeared in 1969 trigging the Temporal Detectives to investigate her case. Simply by Alex and Owen taking her a picnic back in 1910 the time portal threw her into another time - not 1969 - and so the Temporal Detectives have lost track of her currently. But Jericho and Team 74 have been handed the case and will investigate with their usual flair and thoroughness! Currently her soul remains lost in some unknown time period.
Doctor Reginald Roberts was a well experienced hospital doctor who had joined the NHS at it's conception; he must have treated thousands in his years of service and the good doctor retired in 1974 to a well deserved retirement. But the following year he was widowed when his wife of forty-three years died and he lost interest in nearly everything. He died in 1976 and his soul was collected and processed. He now works as a Collector for the Dispatch Department and is well respected and liked.
Lady Agatha Rawley had died in her sleep from a mixture of cocaine and alcohol after yet another sex party at Hendon House. Her soul had been collected and Jericho was there when she was interviewed by the Duty Death Angel: Margret. She confessed to selling Alex – along with a lot of other poor girls – to various rich men, including John Martin Jackson. Her soul received fifty years in quarantine and re-joined the Human Time Line in 1960.
Lady Maude Pemberstone had been a young widow after her first husband died and she quickly remarried a certain Lord Pemberstone who took a real interest in her young daughter. Lady Maude turned a blind eye to his enjoyment of very young girls and thoroughly enjoyed the sexual liberation of her friend Lady Agatha and Hendon House. She died in Spring 1925 after her Bentley crashed headfirst into a Cornish stone wall at some speed: it was found that she was driving whilst very drunk and rescuers were a little amazed to pull her naked body from the car [well, she was still wearing her hat!] and her soul was collected and processed. It appeared that her daughter and son-in-law carried on the sexual antics at their country house in Yorkshire until the outbreak of World War II put an end to the naughty weekends for good.
Herbert Carson the chauffer was a bit of a mystery; he stayed for the 'weekends' but took no real part in them. But he was loyal to Lady Agatha who had given him a position and employment after being released from Brixton Prison in 1908 after serving nine years for robbery. Little is known of his private life; he never married but had two daughters by a married woman in the village of Carlton. Herbert died in the bitter winter of 1917 from influenza and his soul was collected and processed.
Reverend Harold Fisher was a strange harmless pervert who had little character and was perfect for manipulation by the 'Hendon House' group. He married a wealthy merchant's daughter in 1914 and was given a parish in Yorkshire. He spent his entire life there, being widowed twice and dying at the ripe old age of ninety-one! His soul was collected and processed.
'George Rowling's' [a.k.a Colonel George Harrington-Walker] was an evil murderous man with psychopathic tendencies. He had brutally murdered his young wife for her fortune and squandered it on women, drink and gambling. He had also killed a high class prostitute in 1904 who was blackmailing him and a private Detective in 1907 who got too close the truth. George worked for Jackson on several occasions and was well paid each time. He had finally married another women in 1913 for her money and she would have been murdered too but George's luck ran out and he suffered a massive heart attack on the second day of their honeymoon. His soul was collected and processed; he was given 150 human years in quarantine for the murders and will not re-join the Human Time Line until 2060!
Gordon Watts was a sexually liberated man who moved in strange circles for the period. He had a wife in England, one in France and two in Cairo! Gordon also had several mistresses scattered around the place and was - currently [1910] - the father of nine children! Gordon was simply one of those men most women found attractive and he exploited that with some vigour. Unfortunately for him, the First World war appeared and Gordon felt obliged to join the colours. He had reached the rank of Captain when he was killed at the Battle of Loo's in 1915. His soul was collected and processed.
Rosaline Solvaki played the 'pony girl' for the last time at Hendon House that year [1910] deciding to quit after the surprising death of Lady Agatha. She returned to her home n the slums of Manchester and worked in a local rough pub. The owner - a brutal but handsome man - liked his new barmaid and Rosaline quickly found herself pregnant. The marriage didn't last long and she was forced to work as a prostitute to keep her young son. When the boy was nine, his mother was murdered by the man she was currently living with, being strangled and beaten to death. He was hung at Manchester Prison in 1922 and Rosaline's soul was collected and processed.
Helena Pitt also quit the 'pony girl games' and married her second cousin who was a navel officer in Spring 1912. They had four children together and Helena became a leading light of the Suffragette movement. Helena was a staunch supporter of the Church and headed a campaign to teach young girls about the dangers of 'loose living!' She died in 1949 surrounded by her large family and her soul was collected and processed.
John Martin Jackson was a time-traveller from the early 22nd century who had cleverly disguised his trips from the Temporal Detectives Department and had a flourishing 'flesh trafficking' business spanning almost three centuries! It all came crashing down when he purchased Alex and found Inspector Jericho Tibbs on his trail. He remains a minion of the 'Dark Prince' and his soul is missing from the current Human Time Line. Mr. Jackson is now on the 'most wanted' list in the Temporal Department.
Lionel Cope was an accountant by career and a little mousey man who really had no confidence where females were concerned, so the weekends at Hendon House was perfect for his wife who was the force behind the sexual antics: she was basically a repressed nymphomaniac and the weak little man could never refuse her indulging in the sexual games. Lionel died in 1922 from a stroke and his soul was collected and processed.
Evelyn Saunders had a dark past including prostitution, blackmail, theft and violent assaults on women, men and children. She served ten years in the local woman's prison and was released in 1921. Evelyn returned to England and worked in an insurance office until her death in 1934 from Breast cancer. She had never married or produced children. Her soul was collected and processed; it received fifty Human years in quarantine for the murder of her sister's infant daughter in 1905. She escaped human justice on that occasion but - of course - you can't lie to an angel!
Troy Washington disappeared from the plantation and left his wife and family, going on the run in the deep South. He made his living doing odd jobs but his passion for women would be his downfall. A very angry husband caught him in bed with his young wife and took a fire axe to Troy. He lingered in the local 'coloured' hospital for a few days before dying of his injuries. His soul was collected and Troy spent fifty years in quarantine, re-joining the Human Time Line in 1971.
Samson Washington - like his brother Troy - went on the run, knowing that he was looking at life sentences for what they did. He rode the rails in boxcars, travelling the length and breadth of the South. But his luck ran out one hot July night in 1918: the train he was riding pulled into a freight yard with Samson asleep in some hay. Two Railroad Bulls found him and they were fully paid up members of the KKK: they beat the young negro to death and threw his body into a local river. It wasn't found for months and he was never identified, being buried in a 'Paupers grave' in a municipal cemetery. His soul was collected and Samson spent fifty years in quarantine, re-joining the Human Time Line in 1968.
Clement Boner [Clem] The happy young man who helped Alex and Jericho discovered that women liked his cheerful and kind disposition. He was a devout Catholic and his 'confessions' at the local church had all the priests from the Parochial House crammed in the Confessions box. Young Clem never married but he fathered eleven children over the years and became a priest and fought for the civil rights of African Americans: he died an old man - still happy apparently - and his soul was collected and processed.
William Smith, the sheriff's deputy was basically an idiot, owing his current position to the fact that the sheriff was married to his sister. He was ignorant, racist and a bully. His favourite pastime was beating up handcuffed or drunk prisoners and he would certainly sexually assault any women who were unfortunate to encounter him officially. There had been no official investigations into his four killings of supposed villains over the years, despite two of them being shot in the back! His nickname was 'Wild Bill' and he lived up to it. But with the arrest of the sheriff, William found himself in prison too and subsequently was sentenced to thirty years in a federal penitentiary. He was released - as a very old man - on the eve of the Second World War and died alone in a dirty bedsit just months after his release. His soul was collected and received two hundred years in quarantine! He re-joined the Human time line in 2140.
Sheriff ‘Big’ Bill Benton ended up in a Federal Prison, serving 70 years for crime and corruption. He only lasted to 1917 when two 'lifer's' cornered him in the basket weaving workshop and stabbed him to death. They were both hung for the murder and seemed quite happy about it! They had apparently already served twenty years of their Life sentences and didn't want to serve anymore. [They had no chance of parole.] They also didn't like policemen, especially corrupt ones. 'Big Bill' soul escaped quarantine because he had only broken 'Human laws' and re-joined the Human Time Line immediately.
Grace McKenzie accepted her imprisonment with the same dour face that had seen her fiancé disappear out the door all those years ago. She only served nine years of her fifteen year sentence and upon her release she disappeared from the South, not coming to notice until her badly decomposed body was found in a run down apartment in Chicago City in 1932. Apparently she had been working as a very, very cheap prostitute, but had died in her bed of natural causes. She wasn't found for nearly four months and no-one attended her cheap funeral. Grace's soul was collected and processed.
Tom Caster made his living doing anything that paid cash money. Unfortunately, he fell in with the wrong crowd after fleeing the Pony Plantation in fear of arrest. He worked for a brutal quick tempered gang boss, driving robbers who specialised in Post Offices. It all went badly one Friday afternoon as he sat in the Ford outside a big Post office in New York City. His gang piled in the car carrying canvas bags stuffed with notes and he pulled away only to see a big Sedan Police car appear with coppers firing scatter guns and pistols. The last thing he saw was the windscreen shattering: he had been shot twice in the head. His soul was collected and processed.
Father Patrick O’Connell loved to hear Clements confessions [as did all the priests!] and he was a most forgiving 'father-Confessor'. It's not clear if he knew the full extent of the horrors taking place at 'the big master's plantation' but he died suddenly in 1915 and his soul was collected and processed: it received fifty human years in quarantine from Angel Francis for various sex acts against young children which the old priest had kept hidden. He couldn't hide it from an Angel!Doctor Claude Jules was indicted with various charges relating to the Plantation but never stood trial; he was found dead in his prison cell apparently after taking poison. His soul was collected and processed, receiving a century in quarantine for three murders of patients that he over-dosed after finding out they had left him money in their wills! He re-joined the Human Time Line in 2010.
