This first appeared, unedited, in the "Story/Plot Ideas" section of 
Katie Smith's "Tracey Stories Archive," 4 November 2010.




                       TRACY GODIVA

                            by

                         Joe Doe



Snobbish, aristocratic, to-the-manor-born MP Tracy Smith led a 
small group of conservatives in Parliament who wanted to exempt 
rich folk from any form of income tax, arguing that "taxing the 
most productive members of our society is unfair."  Meanwhile, 
her Parliamentary rival, Neville Chambers, dismissed Tracy as a 
"reactionary lunatic."  

During a heated debate in Commons, Tracy made the tactical mistake 
of musing that, "Perhaps I should follow Lady Godiva's example, and 
ride naked from my estate to Parliament.  I promise I WOULD do it, 
if only the right honourable member would lower my taxes for a day."

To Tracy's horror, Chambers immediately rose and introduced a 
motion to declare August 1st "Tax Free Day," selecting this day 
so that "the right honourable member doesn't catch cold as she 
rides buck naked through the streets of London."

The press picked up on the controversy immediately, dubbing the 
staunch and proper Tracy, "The Tax Tart" and "Tracy Godiva."  
She tried to back down from her promise, but, when her reluctance 
threatened to trigger a new election that would cost her party 
dozens of seats in the House, she succumbed to the relentless 
pressure around her.

She let her hair grow, but it only got long enough to barely cover 
her breasts.  She was relentlessly taunted by two of her servants, 
her chirpy maid, Lucy, and the rough stable boy, John.  Tracy 
despised them both, but could not fire them under the terms of 
her father's will.

"All the lads in the village are talking about your ride, miss," 
Lucy gushed.  "There's even a wager pool about whether your hair 
color is natural.  They're trying to bribe me for inside 
information, but I stood up for you, miss.  I said they'd have 
to wait and see for themselves on the big day."

"I imagine there will be a stiff breeze coming through the gate as 
you pass through, miss," John commented as he saddled Tracy's horse 
for her morning ride. "That will make your nipples harden up proper 
and pretty.  And, at a trot, your jugs will bounce along nicely."

Tracy, blushing furiously, tried to ignore their cruel jibes, 
vowing to figure out a way to break her father's will when her 
ride was over and the press attention subsided.

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On the fateful day, her maid delighted in helping her ladyship 
dress in a short robe and accompanied her to the stables.  Tracy 
brought a long blonde wig with her, which she planned to tape 
over her strategic areas, covering her fully.  She also planned 
on riding her mighty white stallion, Pegasus, so she could get 
the trip over as quickly as possible.

In the stables, though, Tracy was accosted by Lucy and John.  They 
discarded her wig and held her down, clipping Tracy's own beautiful 
hair into a short buzz cut.

With her crew cut complete, John announced, "Pegasus is too grand 
a stallion for a little tax tart like you.  This will be your ride 
for today, 'yer ladyship.'"

Tracy was horrified when the grinning Lucy proudly unveiled an odd 
device.  There was a low, wheeled platform, supporting a pony pogo 
stick, with crossed eyes and a silly grin on its face.  John and 
Lucy cuffed Tracy's feet to the spring-loaded foot pieces at the 
base of the pony pole and taped her hands to the grips at the top.  
The pogo action propelled the contraption, while the platform 
prevented the "pony" from falling over, even if its "rider" should 
falter.

A specially built harness secured Tracy's midsection to the stick, 
and an attachment allowed them to give the "pony" a tail (attached 
to a vibrating butt plug inserted into Tracy's bottom).  A leather 
bit between her teeth silenced her protests.  

The barn doors were flung open, and, with a slap across her bare 
backside, Tracy was thrust outside and into the brilliantly lit 
August morning.  Nearly blinded by flashbulbs and deafened by the 
cheers of the crowd, Tracy hippity-hopped forward to the gate of 
the estate, bouncing up and down on her pogo stick.  She didn't 
want to go outside, but John, riding Pegasus, slashed a long switch 
against her bare backside to urge her along.

At the gate, Tracy was greeted by Chambers, who would ride behind 
her on her long hop to London in a magnificent carriage.  Tracy, 
her breasts and bottom bouncing with every hop, was horrified when 
the motion of the strap between her legs and the vibration of the 
plug in her ass triggered the inevitable reaction....

"The little tart loves it!" a voice in the crowd shouted.  "I can 
see the juices dribbling down her thighs."

"She's wetter than the Thames!"

"That's good!" Chambers shouted back.  "The little slut has a long 
ride to London, and it's only fair that she enjoy it as much as we 
do."

The crowd laughed and jeered as Tracy hopped on.  Tax-free or not, 
she had a taxing ride ahead of her....



Edited by C. Lakewood