C.P. Mandara – Named and Shamed (Review & Excerpt)

Named and Shamed by C.P. Mandara
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Series: Pony Tales #4
Source: Review by Request
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My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars

Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted; the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples, and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second…

If Jenny thought life was hard under the expert tutelage of Mark, being faced with a stable full of sex-starved pony girls poses several more challenges. For instance, how do you bring eleven young women to orgasm in a timely fashion? But to her surprise, tackling the problem with experimentation and enthusiasm, she finds herself enjoying the experience.

When training begins it is anything but enjoyable, however. Harnessed in pony girl tack, her body is encircled with leather, rubber and steel. It nips, chafes and rubs cruelly, especially when she’s faced with a morning of naughty games in the exercise yard.

In Book Four of Pony Tales Jenny earns herself several punishments, and is subjected to some very thorough sex indoctrination she has to submit to the whims of her groom, trainers and even the stable-hands. Will rescue arrive or will she have to beg to be released, with nothing more than her body as currency?

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Jenny makes the reluctant transformation to Pony Girl
Well, she has full tack, but her mind hasn’t quite accepted her fate.

The severity of her situation had finally sunk in. These people were completely insane and this place was crazy. She had been effectively turned into a dumb animal and just about every avenue of escape had been taken from her. She could not run, she could not scream for help and without the use of her hands it would be impossible to free herself.

Jenny’s first full day at Albrecht Stables was a gloriously kinky dub-con/non-con adventure!

We had the opportunity to explore more of the grounds and meet more of the wonderfully deviant folks working a the training center. We even got to pop out of the stables through Master Mark’s POV for a little while. The untouchable Dom can’t stop thinking about the bratty little Jennifer Redcliff.

We learn a little more about Master Marck over the course of this episode, but he remains a mystery. I’m a little baffled at what kind of company he’s running – it seems his entire staff doubles as a grab-bag of eager subs?

What’s that all about?

Master Mark isn’t the only trainer who has his eye on the new filly – Several other Doms (with varying degrees of sadist leanings) are vying for the opportunity to break Jenny. The stubborn submissive is destined for the highest ranking among classes of submissives at the stables, and all the trainers want to share in the success of taking her to the black.

Even if they have to take her there kicking and screaming…
Which it seems like they will.

Inventory of Kink:
– Some lovely FF Action
– Forced Orgasms
– Exhibitionism
– Intimidation
– Sensory Play
– Humiliation
– Discipline
– Anal Play
– Non-Con
– Dub-Con
– Bondage
– Edging
– And so, so much more!

There were so many implements of torture in this episode that I lost count – Jenny is in full tack and tail but there’s also arm binders, plugs, electric simulators, an array of phallic objects designed for pain and pleasure, and a particularly nasty scene with a bullwhip in the wrong hands…

Oh yes, things are definitely heating up in the Pony Tales series. I’ve got some pretty good ideas and assumptions about the who/what/why of future books, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if my predictions are right.

Excerpt

 ‘Open those legs, slut.’ Lyle trailed a single nettle leaf down Jenny’s back and heard her gasp. As he trailed the same nettle back up towards her neck, two legs smartly opened themselves as wide as their joints would allow.  Smacking her red backside fiercely with the nettles, in order to get his message across, Lyle began unbuttoning the webbing that held her two dildos firmly in place. The first dildo in her pussy popped out with little effort, and he smiled at the gleaming wetness upon it. ‘Oh, this is going to be too easy,’ he whispered to himself. There was a little more effort required in divesting Petal of her horsetail, due to the untrained nature of her sphincter muscles, but it was pulled free from her body with a few good twists. Realising he had a limited amount of time left, Lyle made short work of inserting a large e-stim bullet into her gaping pussy and a smaller torpedo-shaped plug in her ass. To save time, both had generous amounts of lubrication applied to them, but for one hole it was overegging the pudding somewhat. Connecting them up to various wires he wasted little time in introducing a stream of pleasurably arousing, electric current directly within the deepest cavities of her body.

When the current began to hum inside her, Jenny immediately let out a groan through her bit. It felt wonderful and countered the throb of the nettle stings quite nicely. Scrap that, it felt heavenly and she couldn’t stop herself sinking into the soft, floating sensation of acute bliss. The feeling was short-lived. When Sir Lyle pulled another ‘magic wand’ from his pocket and let the device hum to life, she ground her face into the mud with despair. Attaching the vibrator to her clit, he used her very own webbing to secure it tightly in place and watched as she chewed frantically upon the rubber in her mouth. When he turned the machine up to full throttle, Jenny nearly blasted into orbit then and there. She didn’t have a hope in Hades chance of enduring this.

 

Mark looked at Lyle’s makeshift, ‘forced orgasm belt’ with dismay. A pinch to the clit or no, he was going to be romping around a field naked very shortly. It had been a long time since he had played the role of sub and he didn’t relish the thought of renewing the acquaintance. He had promised himself that those days were over. There was little else he could do, except pray for a miracle. Watching her face as she battled to control her body, the anguish was a delight to see. Against all odds, the girl was trying to please him.

‘Do you want to fight this?’ The words were a soft whisper in her ear.

Jenny gave a frenzied nod, knowing that the wroth of a stable full of pony-girls was not something she wanted to court this evening. She was trying not to think about spending any more time with Mark, dungeon or no. Too much time in his presence and she’d burst a blood vessel. Even now, her arousal level had increased tenfold due to his presence before her. If he’d been absent from the equation, she might have stood a chance but with him so close, there was an insidious flow of volcanic lava which heated every pore of her body. It was as if he had woken something previously dormant inside her and now the beast was awake she was begging to be released in order to unfurl her shapely long talons. It needed what everyone was so anxious to deny it – intense pleasure.

Mark mumbled something about two minutes, but Jenny had no comprehension of the fact. All of her will was focused on surviving this new, monstrous challenge. It was enough to be made to endure the torment once, but twice was going to be the death of her.

Hearing Jenny’s teeth squeak as they ground across the rubber bit, Mark wondered what he could do to get her through the remaining two minutes. Kneeling down in front of her face, he sunk a fingernail into the base of her earlobe and pulled her head up from the mud. ‘Look at me.’ Jenny’s eyes looked everywhere but at him. ‘I said look at me.’ The words were pure poison and he spat them out. She had no choice but to look at the source of such malevolence and his dark brown eyes shot fire from their depths. Letting his fingernail bite harder, he whispered, ‘You don’t get to choose anymore. I own your body. I tell it what to do and when to do it. If I want you to come, I’ll say ‘come,’ and your body will rush to obey my bidding. You’ll be trained to within an inch of your miserable life to do exactly as I say. I can teach you to orgasm every time my cock touches the back of your throat or every time I decide to take that deliciously sexy ass of yours.’ Jenny’s head swished back and forth in horror at what he was saying. ‘There’s no point you shaking your head at me. You need only ask your stabled friends and they will confirm every last word I’ve just said.’ The pressure at her earlobe increased and twin tears streaked down from her eyes. Her hips began thrusting in earnest, even though she tried desperately to stop them.

‘You’re going to be my precious little pet and in the end, your body will respond instantly to any command I give it. I have trained girls to go into instantaneous orgasm upon my entrance to a room. You will be one of them. I will lavish as much of my care, attention and generosity that I am able to bestow upon you and in return, you will reward me with your obedience. You, my dear, will be the perfect picture of submission. There will be nothing left in that pretty little head of yours, except the desire to please me. You will hang on my every word and your body will pine for mine in its absence. You will be lost without me.’ Another desperate shake of her head and an angry, strangled scream met that comment. He merely smiled. ‘I’ve done it before, Petal, and I can easily do it again. All it takes is time. I’m not someone you can fight and I always get my way in the end. You’ll be ruined for every other man in the universe when I’ve finished with you, so I’d give in gracefully if I were you.’ Another, long, gurgled scream spewed forth from her lips.

Mark suddenly released the pressure on her earlobe, which had now gone purple under the tight nip of his nails. He turned to face Lyle, who’s bleached white face was looking down upon them both with a look of horror. Looking pointedly at his watch, he said sweetly, ‘Your time’s up, Ranulph, before nudging Jenny in the stomach with his expensive, tan leather Italian loafer and murmuring the single word, ‘Come.’

In a maddened fury, she did exactly that, unable to stop the firestorm coursing through her over-stimulated body. Tumbling over and rolling back and forth upon the wet blades of grass beneath her, she screamed so loudly she nearly deafened herself before cursing him every foul word under the sun in seven different languages. That was how long it took for the intensity of her climax to subside.

About the Author

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Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

Those in the BDSM world might wonder whether Ms Mandara is a top or a bottom. Is she currently training a herd of pony boys or is she stabled up, in full leather tack, with the pony girls? It’s a good question. Answers on a postcard please…