A new equestrian story with a new cast. Have you ever met a 'Queen Bee'? The sort of snotty bitch who makes everyone's life hell? Well, this is what can happen when an unstoppable force and a Queen Bee collide.

(Just a note, as some people dislike 'nasty' mess, you can rest assured that, unlike some of my stories, there is nothing too equestrian in this story!)

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'All girls together' it was something one of my first riding instructors had said. Hilary must have been in her twenties, I had been only eight years old and I had hung on her every word as if it was gospel.

That was why I had been so disappointed when I discovered as I grew up riding and working in stables that whereas most of the people I would meet would be female, there was no girly camaraderie. Mostly it was a bitchy world beset with sniping and backstabbing.I tried to keep out of the way of the queen bee types, those livery customers who had the best equipment and the finest horses.

There had been those who had made my youth hell, bullying me as the 'poor' girl with the scruffy pony. Now, as a professional groom at a busy stable, my torment was doled out by self-appointed Queen Bee, Sienna Lin the most perfect equestrian, at least in her mind.

You know the sort, we've all met them. She would arrive in her polished BMW which was always free of the sort of mud and muck that coated my beaten-up car. Her handmade riding boots would be polished to a point that you could see your face in the toes and her breeches oozed pure expense. She was tall, thin and devastatingly beautiful. Whereas I was only a scruffy groom, I lived in dark jodhpurs (better to hide stains) and Hunter boots topped with a tatty polo shirt. My brunette hair was often flattened by my riding hat and I smelt, I mucked out and worked hard so had the odour of horses and sweat about me. One of my colleagues had joked it was the most expensive perfume you could wear, well maybe for people like Sienna. But, I regularly worked fifteen-hour days, six days a week for non enough money. However, as I overheard her say to her polish friends, people like me did it for love. 'People like me' bitch!

Love of the horses maybe. Not the love of the people, well at least not all of them. Sienna was a bitch and ruled with her perfect nails, tidy hair and her cronies. Naturally, the Queen Bee has its drones. In Sienna's case it was Charlotte, mousey and meek she would do anything to bask in her glow, Louisa, LouLou as she liked to be known, with her laugh and perfect looks and of course Ashley. Ashley Cruz was our in-house WAG. Famously married to the footballer you all know, we would so often see her pictures in the gossip rags. She would prance about riding her palomino horse for just long enough to be papped in 'skin tight jodhpurs' as the headlines would read.

Sienna was in charge, but Ashley really held the power she wanted. She would squeal when she appeared in the pictures in the press, so pleased to be associated with someone vicariously famous.I was responsible for ensuring their horses were groomed and their tack polished, honestly, I was invisible to them as a person. I looked up as I heard the call.

"Girl!" It was a snarl. Impatient and short and caused Charlotte, LouLou and Ashley to giggle.

"Were you calling me?" I stepped out of the tack room. Sienna was standing in the stableyard.

"Stop lazing around in there! Why is my horse not ready?" I walked towards her, gesturing to her horse which was groomed and tacked up waiting to be ridden. In fact, he had been standing for almost an hour as she was late, as usual.

"And?" She snorted. "Get it out!" It? The horse, a fine thoroughbred with a show name of Montague Moonlight, Monty to us, was wasted on her. I could almost discern him rolling his dark brown eyes as she screeched. "You have to tell them what to do. Otherwise, they get lazy" She had turned to her cronies. My blood ran cold. I'd been working since six am. How dare she call me lazy.



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When I look back, people asked what happened to make me snap. I will just relate that it was the moment when Sienna Lin slapped me on the back with her riding crop as I was, in her words, being 'slovenly' that I realised I'd had my fill."What did you just do?" I turned around slowly to face her. She was oblivious to the anger on my face, her friends clearly had noticed. Charlotte had stepped back and was trying to pull Sienna away from me."Just get out of the way Girl" She spoke the last word slowly, stretching out each syllable.

I flew at her, grabbing her designer blouse and pushing her back. She squealed as she was propelled backwards until her legs hit the edge of the trough. I shoved her and she landed heavily in the deep, frigid water. I watched as if in slow motion as her arms windmilled before she sunk into the water with a splash. Her friends were frozen in shock. I stood as she floundered before emerging, gasping and spluttering. She breached the water, swearing and cursing, her blouse had become transparent and her fine lacy bra stood out almost as much as her engorged nipples. Ashley helped her to her feet, she was standing in the water which was up to her hips."You bitch! I'll have you fired"

"Oh, Nothing to lose then?" I giggled at what my colleagues said was a somewhat maniacal way. I saw the look between Charlotte and Ashley, however, it was clear Sienna had missed the meaning of my statement. Queen Bee was going down.

She was being helped out of the trough and grabbed for my shirt. However, I was strong. I lifted and carried bales and feed sacks all day. I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, almost lifting her from her feet as I pushed her towards the paddock.

She yelped and then started to scream. In the paddock was a duck pond. It was somewhat deep and lined with reeds, however, the edges were poached, mottled with deep ruts and stinking mud where horses had churned up the land to get to drink from the pond.

Sienna realised her fate as I dragged her to the edge of the pond.

"Any last words, bitch?" She opened her mouth to curse me, a bad move bitch as I flung her, face first into the deep mud. She landed, spreadeagle in the swamp, sinking so that she was deeply buried in the ooze.

It felt so good. I took a moment to look at the Queen Bee besmirched. I was lost for a moment in the feeling and so missed Ashley behind me as she charged at me.

The next thing I knew was that I had landed, on my side, in the mud beside Sienna just as she was pulling her face from the mud. The front-row seat for that view almost made me ignore the cool mud seeping through my breeches. She spat mouthfuls of black mud before turning towards me. I felt her hands around my neck before I realised she had even moved. I was flung back as she straddled my body, her now filthy breeches and finely trimmed thighs pushing me deep into the mud. I reached up, grabbed her ponytail and pulled. She yelled as I dragged her down, we slithered in the mire, jostling for position until I had her face down in the mud.

I couldn't let her drown. The thought did cross my mind a few seconds before my world went dark.



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My head was pounding and there were stars floating around my blurred vision. I tried to move but was trapped, my hands held firmly above my head. I shook my head and saw I was in the cross-ties, my wrists tied to the posts with lengths of baler twine. It was where we secured horses to wash them. I gulped.

"Oh, she's awake" Sienna's voice was triumphant. I stared at her, she was still coated in thick black mud but had clearly washed her face. The pounding in my head told me I had been overpowered and knocked out, now it was clear I was in trouble. "She likes to play dirty Shall we help her ladies?"

I tugged my hands but I was trapped firmly. Shit! The women busied themselves and I saw buckets and jugs being assembled. I realised my clothes were wet, and the worst of the mud had been washed away, however, I could tell that I would not be remaining clean for long.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you a lesson You are staff" She spat the word out. "And staff do not attack their betters. So, I am going to educate you." She reached down and took out a huge cream pie.

"What the fuck?" I shook my head confused.

"I had the caterers arriving for my celebration party today. I've purchased the stables. I own the buildings, I own the horses, in fact, I own you Bitch! Oh, didn't you know? It was a surprise party, but I think that the food won't go to waste."

My world suddenly went dark as she flung the pie in my face. I swallowed cream and sweet filling, I could hear tittering from what seemed to be a gathering crowd. The plate fell away and through the cream, I could see the other two ladies with pies in hand. Soon my head was sandwiched and my face was covered with another pie.

I felt pulling and my chest became cold as my polo shirt was cut from me. Oh God, I had my old sports bra on. I blushed beneath the sweet cream at the thought of my humiliation in from of the crowd. I gasped as cold sludge started to fill the cups of my bra. I could see the yellow, shit! Custard. Oh, I hated custard, the cold liquid was making my nipples stiffen. There were howls of laughter as Sienna pointed this out.

"The slut is enjoying this" I felt a heavy flow over my hair, my eyes stinging as black liquid engulfed me.

"Ohh! That molasses looks so shiny!" Charlotte cooed.

I could only imagine what I looked like as Sienna poured first one and then another tub of gooey, thick molasses over my head, it dribbled off my nose and coated my chest. I felt my boots being removed, curious I thought until my feet were once again pushed into them, I gasped as I felt thick slime in them.

"Chocolate sauce and jam bitch" Sienna hissed in my ear as my Hunter boots overflowed and my feet squished in the gooey mess.

"Fuck you!"

"Oh, do you think you are in any position to call the shots?" She laughed, pulling open my jodhpurs. "You need to chill out!"

"Oh, Fuccckk!" I yelled as my pussy was engulfed in freezing slops as Sienna poured tub after tub of melted ice cream into my panties. I shivered. "Bitch" I stuttered through chattering teeth.

"Oh, she needs warming up!" I looked on with curiosity as a large machine rolled in front of me. It was bright orange and had a large funnel which was directed towards me. Sienna pushed a button and a huge engine started. She yelled over the noise. "It's a shredder It can do this!"

She gestured to one of my colleagues who shrugged, mouthing 'sorry' before loading a hay bale into the machine. A second later I was covered with tiny fragments of itchy hay from head to toe.

Charlotte and Ashley stepped forward, flinging bags of flour which engulfed me in white, sticking to any remaining molasses. Then they poured obviously rotten fruit into the machine, I was coated in foul-smelling mush. Finally, there were boxes of eggs thrown, box and all into the shredder. I was soon dripping with the sloppy mess.

I was left spitting and cursing as the machine was switched off. I was hanging from the cross-ties, covered in layers of slop.

"Just one thing left bitch" Sienna clicked her fingers and the other grooms rounded on me."

I'm so sorry" Claire hissed. "She's making us do this"

"I understand"I was released but held firm by two grooms. Sienna stepped in front of me with an evil glint in her eye.

"I think I might keep you hanging around for a while."

I spat in her face and was rewarded by being roughly shoved into a large haynet that my colleagues were holding. I was soon unable to move, netted and held tight. The net was connected to the hoist for the hayshed and I felt myself being lifted, swaying in the air above the ground.

"Now you think about what you have done to me"

Oh, I was thinking

I was thinking about what would happen when I finally was let down as I swung in the breeze being laughed at by the collected livery customers and guests. The hay was itching and making me squirm, but I would bide my time.

Queen Bee would be punished, mark my words.