Timelooper Ch. 03

Carriage one, the red set, was put into Gate 1. The matched set was two ponybois in the front and two ponygirls in the second position. With them in this position, the front-facing hand binding of the men and the back-facing binding of the women's arms made much more sense. The ponybois' and ponygirls' costumes were very similar to what was worn in the morning races except that there was wide belt around each of their waists which attached to the traces of the carriage.

Carriage two, the yellow set, was put into Gate 2. Except for the color of the driver's livery and the plumes on top of the ponies, it was identical to carriage one.

Carriage three, the green set, was put into Gate 3. It, too, was identical to the other two carriages.

Carriage four, the blue set, was put into Gate 4. It differed from the other three carriages in that the matched pair of ponybois were connected in the back of the traces while the ponygirls were in the front. Less obvious at first, but the driver sitting up on the carriage was a woman rather than a man.

"I wonder," Doc said, "if Mistress Deliah put the bois in the back because she'd rather watch a male ass running than a female."

The man sitting behind Doc laughed loudly and said, "Obviously, Master Victor, you don't know Mistress Deliah very well. She prefers lovers with nothing between their legs."

"Oh," Doc said, laughing as he turned around, "I didn't know she was into eunuchs."

"That's not what I meant," the man sputtered.

"I know what you meant, Master William," Doc said. "I just thought you had an unusual way of putting it."

Master William looked like he was going to say something, but the gate bell clanged loudly and the gates opened. All four carriages lunged forward. The ponygirls were leaning forward and their shod hooves were digging into the dirt of the track. The barefoot ponybois were also leaning forward, but their bare feet weren't getting the same grip on the track.

Mistress Deliah's carriage opened up to an early lead. Perhaps her tactic of putting the ponygirls in the front was paying off. Or perhaps her team was just faster.

The announcer was giving the team names as they rounded the first corner. "It's Mistress Deliah," he chanted loudly, "closely followed by Master Harold and then Master Murry, with Master Theodore bringing up the rear.

David looked around. Most of the people in the grandstand were watching silently. No one seemed to be overly-interested in the race. Doc evidently sensed his confusion because he leaned over and said, "This is a one mile race. That's four laps around this track. It doesn't really get interesting until the last lap."

After that David divided his view between watching the carriages roll around the track and the naked slave kneeling at his side. He found himself reaching down and stroking her rump. She responded by arching her back and almost purring like a kitten. Doc turned to look at him and smiled.

David must have gotten lost in his thoughts about slave yul because the next thing he realized the announcer was talking about the carriages coming into the final stretch. David looked up and the carriage driven by Master Murry was clearly in the lead with Mistress Deliah about a length behind him.

Doc was talking excitedly, "Now you will see why Mistress Deliah has the ponybois in the back. She loves to smack ponyboi ass."

Mistress Deliah was standing in the carriage with a whip in her hand. She flicked the whip so that it snapped just behind the asscheeks of one of the ponybois. Evidently the strands of the tip flipped out at supersonic speed and flicked against the ponyboi's ass. He yelped and leaned harder into his run. Another quick snap and the ponyboi next to him also yelped. Soon they were yelping alternately and running faster and faster.

The announcer was speaking very fast. "It's Master Murry by half a length with Mistress Deliah gaining. Master Murry by a head. Master Murry by a nose. They are neck and neck. Mistress Deliah is pulling ahead. It's a photo finish, but it looks like Mistress Deliah is the winner. Hold your betting stubs until the judges review the photo."

It got very quiet for a few minutes, then the announcer said, "Mistress Deliah and her matched set have won the Marsden Cup Race."

The four carriages continued on around the track. They were now moving much more slowly and the ponygirls and ponybois had switched to more of a display prance. They completed a lap and then went around the grandstand toward the barns.

As the carriages finished their parade lap around the oval track, Doc said, "It's time to go back to the big house. Tonight after supper is free time for everyone. The special rooms are all open and there will be a buffet in the ballroom from... now until midnight. Do you think you and slave yul might find something to do for the evening?"

David looked down at slave yul who knelt smiling up at him. "I think so, Doc. We will find something to keep us occupied."

Nurse Lester appeared on cue and began pushing Doc back to the electric cart which would take them all back to the mansion house. When they got there, David followed Doc as Nurse Lester pushed him up onto the huge porch.

The ballroom was set up for the evening meal. The center section was a huge buffet. A woman dressed in white with a chef's hat on her head was saying to the people as they came in, "Master Victor wants everyone to go ahead and get your meal. He will be joining you shortly."

As Doc passed her he said loudly, "Yes, I will." She startled, but then quickly returned to her spiel without the final sentence. Nurse Lester pushed Doc through the buffet line, lifting his plate and selecting the food Doc wanted. David followed closely behind. Slave yul was at his side, but did not have a plate. Several times he looked at her before adding additional food to his plate. If she smiled, he added it. If she frowned or shook her head slightly, he left it.

They were nearly at the end of the buffet when Doc turned in his wheelchair and pointed to something on the buffet line. He called out to David, "Don't forget the oysters. You may need them." Doc laughed, but David felt himself warming with a slight blush. He could hear slave yul giggling next to him.

Once they were seated, Doc said, "Let's eat and then I want to go on with my story." They sat in relative silence, only commenting on the food or on the races of the day. When everyone... including slave yul... was finished, Doc turned his wheelchair slightly so that he could face David more directly. He glanced down at slave yul and said, "I think it would be best if you waited for Master David in the bedroom."

Slave yul immediately said, "Yes, Master Victor," and scurried out of the room.

Doc waited for her to disappear out the doors of the ballroom before beginning, "Having more money than you can imagine carries with it a lot of responsibility," he began. "I started to buy up some of the older buildings in Pattersonville and in other towns and fixed them up. I kept the rents low so people could still afford to live there. And I hired good managers to make sure that things stayed nice, but not so nice that poor people would feel strange living in them. Some of them were pretty stark, but every ladder has to have a bottom rung."

"Everything was going great and I was helping a lot of people. Then- about twenty-six years ago- one of my buildings blew up. It killed a lot of people when it collapsed and the press was hinting that corners had been cut when the building was remodeled. I looped back to see what had caused the explosion. I knew that if I stayed invisible, I could be there even at the point of the explosion and not get hurt."

"I looped into the hallway of the building a few minutes before the explosion. The smell of gas on the second floor was overpowering. There was only one apartment occupied on that floor. I went in there to warn Gloria. She was the only tenant. I figured I would start with her and get her out and then start warning everyone else."

"Gloria was lying on her bed in a long white nightie that looked almost like a wedding dress except it was so sheer that it was almost like she was naked. She was already dead. All of the burners on the stove were on full, but not lit. There was a gas water heater in a utility closet that opened into the bedroom. She had somehow disconnected it and opened the gas valve there, too. The explosion was an accident, but her death wasn't. She had committed suicide."

"I looped further back hoping to convince her not to take her own life, but I misjudged it. She was already unconscious on the bed. I decided that I would materialize, shut off the gas, and open the windows so she would survive and the building wouldn't blow up. I stepped up to the bed and carefully grabbed one of her hands."

"To my surprise, she wasn't totally unconscious. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. 'Who are you?' she said harshly. 'And why are you naked?'"

"'I have come to save your life and the lives of all the people in this building who will die when the gas explodes,' I said softly. Then I added, 'Let me shut off the gas.'"

"She remained on the bed as I closed the valve on the connection to the water heater and then shut off the burners on the stove. I opened one of the kitchen windows and both bedroom windows, which opened into an interior air shaft."

"'I can't even do this right,' she said glumly, sitting up and looking at me. 'Next time I'll make sure no one else gets hurt.'"

"I sat on the bed and took her hand. 'Why do you want to kill yourself?' I asked."

"'Because I'm ugly and everyone hates me!' she blurted out and then started to sob."

"'I don't think you're ugly,' I told her. Then I asked, 'Why do you think that people hate you?'"

"'Do you know who the Glory Girls are?' she asked."

"When I shook my head, she continued, 'They are a bunch of the women in this neighborhood- mostly from where I work. They think they are better than anyone else. I kept trying to join their group but they said I was too clumsy and too ugly to hang around with them.'"

"'And you believed them?' I asked softly."

"She started crying again and sobbed out, 'It's more than that. Their boyfriends... all eight of them... came up to me after work Friday night and said that if I would fuck them all, I could join the Glory Girls.'"

"'Did you?' I asked very softly."

"'I really didn't want to,' she blubbered, 'but if it meant I could be a Glory Girl, I would do it. They took me to a place they called their clubhouse. It was an abandoned building about five blocks from here. Once we were inside, they told me to get naked. I did. Then they said I needed to get them turned on by dancing for them. I didn't want to, but I did. I bounced around to the music from a small player. I tried to make it as sexy as I could. Then they told me that they wanted to see what I was like when I was really turned on. I lay on my back on a thin mattress on the floor where they told me to and started masturbating while they yelled at me to take myself higher.'"

"She took a deep breath and looked around the room like she was unsure whether or not to tell the rest. Then she continued, 'They all stripped down and stood around me while I pushed myself over the top. After I finished, I lay there on that mattress waiting for the first one to start, but instead they all just started laughing and one of them shook his head and said, 'Still too ugly.'"

"Her voice got really harsh and angry as she said, 'The Glory Girls were suddenly there standing with their guys. One of them laughed and said that because of me they were going to have to take care of things. She pointed at me and said, 'Even an ugly pig can get a man turned on if she looks and smells like a slut... like you do... but it takes a real woman to satisfy a man.'"

"She started crying really hard, and between sobs she said, 'They threw me out of the clubhouse naked. I had to walk the five blocks home ducking behind garbage cans whenever I heard a car coming. I didn't have my keys and had to go downstairs to the super's apartment and have him let me in. He threw a blanket over me and asked if I wanted him to call the police. I told him I just wanted to get back into my apartment.'"

"She leaned against me and cried softly for several minutes. I just waited her out. Finally, she continued, 'I cleaned up in the shower and dried my hair. I put on my dream negligee that I've been saving for my wedding night, if I ever have one. Then I turned on all the gas, and lay down to die.'"

"She looked me in the eyes and said, 'You have to believe me. I didn't want to hurt anyone else.' Then she moved closer to me and said, 'Do you really think I'm beautiful... or at least not ugly?'"

"I said, 'Yes.'"

"She said, 'Prove it!' and lay back on the bed. My mind was telling me not to take advantage of a very fragile girl in a very bad time, but my body was already responding. I couldn't let this happen so I tapped out and returned to my office."

Doc got very quiet at that point. He shook his head and then said in a voice heavy with emotion.

"I have to leave it there for now," he said. He took a deep breath, settled himself in his wheelchair and then said, "I'm an old man, David. Older than many people ever get to be. Every time something has gone wrong with me, I've just popped back and told myself to get it taken care of before it got out of control. But I can't do anything about age. My wild nights are mostly memories now. Lester is going to take me up to my room. I'll see you at the brunch tomorrow morning. I'll finish the story then."

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END OF CHAPTER THREE

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