Dark Erotica Stories 3

By Marcus Darkley

Another 10 really kinky stories!

BDSM Master Marcus Darkley offers another 10 of his best-selling shorts in one volume:

Over 46,000 horny words!

If you got started with 50 Shades, you may have moved on to more meaty erotica by now! These 10 stories cover a wide range of bondage, D/s and BDSM. Spanking, tentacle sex, naughty milfs and ponygirls. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Dreams
• Release date: Nov 16, 2017

Marcus Darkley

Marcus has had the pleasure of many amazing relationships with beautiful, submissive women. Now putting pen to paper to share these experiences, he is producing some panty-melting erotica. The stories are fiction but they are strongly based in fact. If you are D or s you'll enjoy them. If you are curious, they will give you a window on to a different world and perhaps the desire to give it a try. If nothing else, they are going to leave you hot and bothered!

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THE PONYGIRL STABLE

Sophie had lost track of how long she had lived in the Pleasure Garden. It was probably at least a year but she was not at all sure. She was a ‘guest’ of the Sheikh to serve a proxy punishment for her father, who had wronged him. She had a luxurious life for most the time, with her fellow ‘guests;’ all beautiful young women like herself. She just had to make herself available for sex to whomever and whenever the Sheikh wished it.

Actually, these days it wasn’t very often. It was every other day when she arrived but then she was one of the few Western girls and her blonde hair always caught people’s eyes. Now the Brit was one of more than twenty women and they were almost exclusively British, American or European. The Arab women had now mostly been released, which was encouraging to the other women; knowing that their day would come too. She had several good friends in the other Brits and Americans and spent most of her time lounging by the pool chatting to them.

Today Sophie was with her American friend Cindy and her Mum Cherry. They considered themselves just as very good friends, even though they had all enjoyed each other many times at the Sheikh’s behest and for the benefit of his business associates. The subject of conversation was the size of the population and the welcome relief it brought them from the nocturnal activities.

We can’t get many more in here. Cherry casually flicked a rare fly from her breast. They’ll be more pussy than palm trees soon!

I guess as long as the Dahranian lawbreakers have pretty daughters, they’ll just keep on coming her daughter giggled.

Cherry glared at her daughter for a moment before her expression crinkled into a smile. She couldn’t be angry with her for more than a second. She had after all sacrificed her own life for her daughter. When she had discovered that Sophie had been apparently sold into the sex industry, she followed her and eventually ended up with her in the Dahranian Sheikh’s Pleasure Garden, behind his palace; available for sex with whomever the Royal wished. It actually wasn’t a bad life. There was nothing to worry about in life, other than some of the more extreme sex acts that were occasionally afflicted on them. Her whole character had changed. The independent, bossy American that had she been was no more. Like all of the younger women in the garden, she was now a submissive, compliant slut. She got up from her lounger and moved to the pool for her twice daily exercise.

Girls line up! It was Mohammed, the Sheikh’s right hand man. Cherry pulled herself out of the pool, almost as soon as she had got in it. The women were being hustled together in a line in a way that Sophie had never seen before. The normal routine was for the individual women to stop what they were doing and stand stock still as the guests came to them; being fondled and manipulated as the Sheikh wished. She had never seen a complete line up.

Once the girls were organised, the Sheikh entered the garden with a thickset white man Sophie had never seen before. He seemed overdressed for the climate, despite sweating profusely and he had a fearsome looking whip coiled on his belt. Well yer have some fine looking fillies here this time so you do yer Highness, he drawled in a strong Irish accent.

How many can the stables take this time Seamus?

Six at a pinch but first looks at this stock tells me that won’t be a problem. He stopped in front of Melissa; a large breasted Cornish girl and seized her nipples; cruelly shaking her big tits up and down. This slut won’t run too fast though. She’d give herself two black eyes. He laughed cruelly and slapped her arse. This one’s just for pleasure... or milking, he added as an after-thought.

Yes, replied the Sheikh, thoughtfully. My brother is considering building a dairy farm and using some of that milk-producing drug I’m told about.

I can get you a supply of that drug Your Highness, the big Irishman told him. It’s amazing stuff. Makes the tits grow even bigger and their pussies gush. The hardest thing is to keep them satisfied at both ends, if you know what I mean.

I believe I do, the Sheikh smiled, patting Melissa’s big, firm bosom, before they moved on to the next girl.

By the time the pair had reached Sophie, Cherry and Cindy, there were already three girls singled out for whatever nefarious purpose the Sheikh had in mind. Sophie and Cherry seemed to pass without question; slim, athletic young women barely out of their teens. The Irishman took his time in examining Cherry. He looked inside her mouth, weighed her tits in his hands and played with her sex for a while. Nah! He exclaimed suddenly. Too old and those hefty tits will slow her down! 

After all she had been through, it looked as though Cherry was going to be separated from her daughter again and that was more that she could bare. Knowing full well the punishment for speaking out, she simply had to. She dropped to her knees and begged. Please Your Highness, take me as well. I was an Athletics Scholar and was still running marathons until I came here. You won’t be disappointed in me.

The Sheikh looked shocked for a moment but then his face creased into a laugh. So much enthusiasm!

The Irishman reached down and pulled the MILF painfully to her feet by her nipples. If she really can run, these tits flying everywhere will add to the entertainment, he mused. They’ll end up down round her waist though.

Well, when my pets fail to reach my standards, they go to the town brothel for the visiting sailors. The Sheikh was smiling broadly. This one will be no different!

The idea filled Cherry and the other women with dread but she was allowed to join the other five women and that was enough for now. You will stay overnight? The Sheikh asked his pony girl trainer. You can have your pick of my pets of course.

Well, I’m soon gonna be bored of fucking the new ponies, the Irishman roared. I’ll try tits over there.

You will enjoy her arse, the Sheikh told him. I have had it many times! The two men left the garden.

Right then, Mohammed told the six women who had been singled out. We’d better get you branded and ready for your journey. A clutch of servants from the palace appeared and began to shackle the women; their arms were secured behind their backs and thick leather collars put around their neck. Within a couple of minutes they were ready. Chains were fixed between the collars to attach them all together in a line and they were led off in a naked chain gang.

Of the other three girls joining Sophie, Cherry and Cindy, there were two other British girls. Harriet was a very posh English blonde who had arrived only a couple of weeks before and was still a little aloof, Randy was a jet back American with a really well-toned body and Ashley was an English redhead with a Northern accent. She was friendly enough but very shy.

The line of naked women was trooped through a garden door they hadn’t used before and led across the palace grounds to another big building with a red crescent painted on the side. It looked like a hospital and in fact Mohammed explained that’s exactly what it was; the Sheikh’s private hospital. The girls had to have a full check-up before starting their training and, most ominously, get a branding!

The woman sat on a row of chairs outside two examination rooms as they were unchained two by two and led in for their medicals. Sophie found herself with a young, intense looking Pakistani man with wire framed spectacles and a white coat over a shirt and tie. He seemed embarrassed by her nudity, which Sophie found secretly amusing; it was just so normal to her now. Please be seated on the couch, he told her sheepishly.

The examination was all of the usual. He checked her mouth, eyes and ears and listened to her heart. Then the medical got a little more intimate. He checked her pert little breasts for lumps and allowed his hand to linger just a little too long, tweaking her hungry nipples a couple of times.

This was how Sophie was used to being treated by men. She closed her eyes for a moment and fantasised about being taken on the examination table but it didn’t happen. She lay in the stirrups for a few minutes while his gloved fingers explored her insides and then... nothing! You will be waiting outside with the others now, the profusely sweating young doctor told her.

Sophie was now extremely agitated. It had been nearly a week since she had felt a cock inside her and although she had wanked herself to sleep every night and had a very pleasurable session with Cindy, she was still very frustrated and being sat on a hard wooden chair with her arms pinned behind her back meant she could do nothing about it. She squirmed around on the wood in the vain hope of finding relief but it wasn’t happening.

After about half an hour of waiting, during which time a palace servant fed them all with a cooling and very welcome drink of water, Sophie was led into another room. This one looked very different. The young black man in there didn’t look at all medical, with long dreadlocks, a beard and piercings on his face. She was bent over a bench and strapped down firmly; feet on the floor and firm buttocks waving in the air. She was so horny, she imagined her labia must be bright pink, puffy and wide open to advertise her lust and availability. If that was the case though, the man appeared not to notice but just busied himself with his instruments.

Finally he approached from behind and laid a cool hand on her hot buttock cheek. It’s time for your branding, Cupcake, he drawled in a Caribbean patois.

Please don’t hurt me, Sophie heard herself whine; breaking protocol.

The black man chuckled. Don’t you worry none, Beautiful. It’s not a real branding; just a tattoo. Sophie heard a loud exhale and realised she had been holding her breath. The man continued: You get a number on your right buttock so your trainers can identify you and when you graduate you get another tattoo on your left cheek with the pony name the stable master chooses for you. His hands were now both on her arse cheeks and Sophie found herself breathing heavily. You’re number one by the way, he added.

This was the first tattoo to cover Sophie’s virginal skin and she was worried it would hurt too much but in fact it wasn’t too bad at all, just like a series of little prickles. It was also over a lot faster than she expected. At least the tattoo artist was finished, but he hadn’t finished Sophie and she was feeling desperate by now! She wriggled her hips in frustration and tried in vain to attract the man but to no end. He was just focused on tattooing the next girl. When she was led out to the waiting area again, Sophie was so frustrated she thought she might cry.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening passed slowly. For the most part, the girls were left in that barren waiting room, uncomfortably shifting on their new tattoos and all wriggling with a need for sexual release. They were fed once and watered several times and then, as dusk fell, it was finally time to move.

The line of young women was led out the building and across a yard to where a large vehicle was waiting. It was hard to make out exactly what it was in the gloom outside but the interior was lit and it was very clearly a large horse box. The women were led in, one by one and bent over a padded bar to be strapped securely to it. As the vehicle pulled away, Sophie realised she was held safely in place on the bar and despite being on her feet with no use of her hands, was in in no danger of falling. All the same, her puffy red pussy lips were exposed and just gagging for attention. There was just one man in the back with the woman; a young Arab lad of no more than twenty, strapped into the only normal seat up against the cab. The lights went off and the big vehicle pulled on to a main road, picking up speed.

After a while the gentle motion of the truck and the deep purr of the engine rocked Sophie to sleep on her feet. She was dead tired and finally the urgency in her cunt had eased to a dull ache. She had no idea how long she was out for but was woken suddenly by a cry.

The truck was full of the sounds and smells of sex. Sophie craned her neck around and adjusted her eyes to the gloom. The shapely redhead, Ashley, was being enthusiastically fucked from behind by the stable lad.

Oh! Oh! Oh From her moans, Sophie had no doubt she was gagging for it just as much as herself. The thing was though, she was getting it! Sophie’s own inflamed twat twitched and gaped once more. She stamped her feet on the hard deck like a frustrated mare and like the other four women, prayed that the boy would penetrate