by Alan Horn
"No excuses, slave. Your only duty here is to please me. I still must punish you for your actions on Hindi. It is my duty."
"I understand, Mistress. We both must do our duty."
"Now it is time for you to attend your duties." I moved up until my pussy covered her mouth. Lick me, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Her tongue started licking my pussy lips. I directed her tongue all around, finally into my pussy. I told her to find my clit and suck it. I felt my juices start to wet my pussy. "Suck it up, slave."
I was in high arousal. I reached behind me and grasped her nipple rings. I shook her bells and twisted and pulled her rings. She moaned too as I climaxed over her. She kept sucking and licking up my juices. I slipped into that post orgasmic twilight state and moaned softly. When I recovered I slid down her until I knelt across her knees. I reached down and finger fucked her to orgasm. She obviously has not had enough fun in her life because after the first squeal, she fainted.
I left her asleep on the straw and went to see Lily.
Lily and Shirley went much as Kitty. I striped them, made them eat me off and taught them their proper place. I left them wide eyed at the wonder of orgasms. Then I went to see Megan.
She was different. Women are used to being physically weaker than men and have learned to cope. One who grew up and was successful as a man has learned none of womanly guile or sexual negotiation. All he knew was vulnerability and helplessness. The other ponies knew they had lost their status and power, but were used to the feminine drawbacks. Megan had lost status and power. Now no longer had his masculine defenses of strength and toughness. By his old standards, he was less than nothing. Even worse, his female body was giving his brain new signals that he found disturbing. Every time a man came near, her body yelled 'he's beautiful, spread your legs.' Her mind just hadn't accepted that she wanted some man to impale her pussy.
"Megan. Stand up."
She jumped up. "Yes, Mistress."
I felt power surge through me. Megan was a beautiful woman, chained and helpless, under my complete control. Just like the others. But the thrill of power was much stronger. She used to be a man. I had a man under my absolute power. The joy I felt was superb. He would grovel at my feet, he would experience the helplessness females felt before the power of men. My whip curled around her, high on her arms, onto her breasts leaving its telltale thin red line of fire. The gasp of pain accentuated the fear in her eyes. I loved the way she writhed, trying to find some way to ease the hurt. But there was none.
"Pull on your chains. Fight them. One may be loose enough. Harder. The next lash circled her ass and belly. I struck whatever skin she presented until she fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.
"Well, What have you learned?"
"I can't get loose. Mistress."
"How long will you stay here?"
"Mistress, until you release me."
"What are you?"
"I am your slave, Mistress."
"What is your duty?"
"Mistress, I must obey you."
"Now you know what it means to be truly helpless. You must learn to please me."
"Lay on your back. Straighten out."
I went to each of the girls and twisted their clamps one half turn tighter. They winced and jumped and writhed around trying to find some way to ease their pain. It was quite satisfying to watch. All eyes were watching me intently. Two of the girls had tears running down their cheeks. "I'll return soon. You are here for punishment. Bad pony girls receive more punishment. From now on address me as 'Mistress.'"
us back to the stable. The other woman followed.
Circle High Step
Mistress locked my leash to a ring in my stall. I heard the others put into their stalls. Then she returned and picked up a ball gag. "Open."
"Mistress, may I speak?"
"Not now. You need to be quiet for a while."
She held the gag to my lips. I opened them and accepted my gag. I was ashamed I had given in so easy but I had no choice. I was helpless. I was hurting so bad I couldn't think. I should have begged. I sank to my knees. She took hold of my leash and lifted. I stood up to relieve the pain in my nose. She took me out of the stall and to a room lined in tile. She led me to a metal bar about waist high an forced me to bend over it. She fastened the leash to a ring in the floor and then fastened my feet in place.
I felt cold fingers rubbing lubricant into and around my asshole. I didn't like it but knew I would be whipped if I moved. I suffered the silence imposed by my gag. I just waited, my breasts in agony.
Something cold touched my sphincter. I stiffened. Mistress said, "this plug is going in whether you want it or not. If you resist it will hurt more." She was right. I tried to relax my asshole. It may have helped. She put her hand on my butt and held me in place while steady pressure forced the thing into me. I felt it moving into me, getting wider and wider. At last it shrank and my asshole closed around it. I felt full. I don't think the butt plug was punishment. It didn't hurt. It made me dependent on my masters for a bodily function. Another reminder I was a slave. I guess I was being resized to be more convenient for my master.
Alice put her up while I brought Lily in. Soon the team all had their butt plugs in place. We put their tall, heelless pony boots on them then I fastened their leashes to the pony trainer. The device rotated and forced them to walk in a circle. I got a whip and made them practice the high stepping walk. Their ankle chains limited them, but they could get their knees as high as their waist. I worked them at a walk for an hour making frequent corrections. They became dependable at high step walking and their posture improved. In the last fifteen minutes I didn't have to use the whip much.
Our Mistress used the leashes from our nose rings to fasten us into what she called an exerciser. It had a thick vertical central shaft and four arms sticking out of the top. There were chains hanging down from the ends of the arms. She fastened our leashes to a chain and walked to a box. She said, "The verbal command for you to walk is 'Walk on,' ponies. When you hear 'Walk on,' you will start with your left leg.
Rraise it until your hobble chain becomes taut and step forward as far as the hobble chain allows. Your steps must be even and regularly spaced. Walk on." She activated a control because the shaft began to rotate and we had to walk and follow our leashes. We had to walk 'round and 'round, all our bells chiming relentlessly. Our Mistress came back and stood close, watching us. Her corrections were frequent and painful. As I walked by she would give an instruction then flick her wrist to send the whip's thong across our buttocks. "Head up, pony girl." Crack. " Keep your back straight." Crack. "Lift your feet higher." Crack. "Longer steps, pony girl." Crack. At first we would foolishly try to avoid the whip by moving faster. "Even steps pony girl." Crack. We soon learned that was a losing strategy. It was much harder than simple walking. Soon our buttocks were a rosy red crisscrossed with thin red stripes.
My bottom was hot and radiated pain. My feet and legs burned with their exertions. The bit gag wedged in my mouth was uncomfortable and my pinioned arms were stiff with immobility. My breasts jiggled and made the heavy ring and bell pull on my nipples. The bells dangling from my labia lips banged against my sensitive inner thighs incessantly. My nose ring was tethered to the mechanical thing pacing my walk. It alternately pulled and dangled with every step and I had to follow it precisely. None of these could be disregarded. They added to continual, but shifting pain I couldn't mitigate or stop. It had to be endured. Most uncomfortable of all was the continual churning of my heated belly. I was painfully aware of my engorged, rock hard nipples and my love juices dripping from my cunt. I was ashamed but I was turned on by my Mistress' total control. I was a submissive. I was aroused by her ruthless domination. I had become a true slave. It was painful and my God, so demeaning. I realized I had not been corrected in several minutes. I was high-stepping around the endless track without thinking about it.
She went to the control and I thought she
was going to let us rest.
She said, "You seem to have picked up the walk so now you're going to learn to trot. The trot is just like the walk only twice as fast.
Oh No. She increased the speed. I watched the nose leash grow tight and I had to run hard to catch up. We had to go twice as fast and the whip started hitting us again. It wasn't fair. We were tired and had done well. Why was she making us go faster? I didn't dare try to slow down. The pain in my legs and feet was harsh now. It would rip my nose off if I fell or even lagged behind. I redoubled my efforts. After a long way, We all seemed to get it. I was in a groove again, just trotting without any conscious thought. It was not hard. Even Mistress seemed to agree because she didn't correct us for many turns.
The girls were sweating like, well, ponies. They were drooping so I shouted, "Posture, ponies, Heads up, breasts out, legs spread. Now." They popped into display position quickly. "Don't move." I went to Megan and slowly ran my fingers up her slit.. She was wet and swollen. She was aroused and gasped as I touched her. Good. I thrust my fingers into her cunt and rubbed her. I watched Megan's face She was struggling to hold still but she was
I linked them in a modified coffle - nose ring to collar, and led them on a slow walk around the garden to cool off. I made them high step, of course.
After they had cooled down, I took them back into the stable and fed them. Pony girl kibble and some water. They were shocked they had to eat on the floor, kneeling over their bowls. It was indecent, criminal, but they did it under threat of the whip. My, the whip was so useful in training a girl. Just a few strokes and they would do whatever, demeaning, disgracing thing you wanted. I had never experienced that training. It wasn't needed since I had submitted to Apollo without any needed inducement.
I watched them eat. When they finished I put each of them into a separate stall and fastened them with a chain to their collar. I removed their leashes and bits and put them on the wall with their tack. I was surprised to see none of them were crying.
I knew they had the pony girl training course, so they had all the required skills and muscle memory. What they needed now was the pony girl strength and stamina. They would only get that with strenuous exercise. I needed to combine that with orgasms. I knew orgasms came hard if I was tired. My plan was to let them rest for a while then give them a whip orgasm. They would get one before each exercise period, too. Their hands were locked up so they couldn't masturbate themselves into orgasm.
Their assholes were free so I could use them to stimulate an orgasm. I would wait until the whip could introduce an orgasm in less than four strokes. My own standard.
I inspected the tack hanging on the stable wall.
I saw there were several styles of bit. The ball gag type they wore today, of course. There was one consisting of a couple of metal links holding a tab on her tongue. Another type was a rubber coated bar with a metal plate to hold her tongue down. I thought I would try them all out. Heck, I would try out all the straps, chains, boots, and harnesses. I knew what everything was intended for, thanks to my course. But their effect depended on the girl and circumstance. I looked forward to playing with my new toys. I had a small doll when I was young. I enjoyed dressing her many different ways. I thought I would enjoy my pony girls even more.
Whip Orgasms
I should let them rest. "House, would you put a pillory, four whipping benches, and a hoist in here?"
"They will be installed in two hours, Anne."
I went to the house. I had my lunch out of a bowl on the floor just like my girls. I wouldn't tell them. I took a training course to learn how to play the violin. When I finished, house gave me a violin. I was shocked and amazed. I sounded great. It was so easy. Ooh. Look at the time. I hurried back to the stable.
The pillory was in place on one end of the room. It could be raised to the desired height and it had a clip at the base to hold a slave's ankle chain. I inspected the whipping benches. Covered in brown leather with a cradle for the neck, straps for arms, and a pillory type clamp for ankles. The surface was curved so her ass stuck up. A wide plank went between her legs to keep her knees far apart so both her holes were available. There was a thick strap to hold her waist down. It looked uncomfortable and strict.
The hoist was ready too. I Brought Kitty out of her cell. I locked the hoist chain to her pinioned wrists at her collar and lifted her onto her toes. She could dance around a little
That would make me as hot as her. Good. I got a whip. "Kitty, do you know there are many ways a girl can reach orgasm?"
"Mistress, I don't understand."
I laid a stripe on both ass cheeks. She screamed beautifully and I felt my loins quiver. I stroked her breasts and watched her expression. Nothing yet. I waited a minute between each stroke and rubbed her all over. She begged me to stop. I ignored her. The first whipping is always a surprise. She doesn't know what she can endure. Her moans sounded just like the sounds of orgasm.
On the eight stroke her screams of pain changed to screams of pleasure. Then she moaned and stopped begging me to stop. She orgasmed on the tenth stroke and hung there moaning. When she could stand again, I lowered the hoist a little and kissed her hard. I released her from the hoist and put her back in her stall. I enjoyed her a lot. Breaking her with pleasure might be more fun than with pain. Well, I'd try both.
I gave the same treatment to the others. I orgasmed twice and gave each of them the first orgasm in their last year. I put them all back in their stalls then went back to the house.
Chapter 5 : Basic Training
He transported me to the training center. I arrived alone. I opened the door to one of the unoccupied rooms and smiled when I saw the training chair. I had used one of these many times since arriving here. But still couldn't help my feeling of erotic thrill when I saw it. A solid, contoured couch with a huge phallus sticking straight up . I saw the jar of lube on its little shelf and ignored it with conscious disdain. I hadn't needed that since my first time. My love juices started flowing as soon as I opened the door. I felt like one of Pavlov's dogs. I had become conditioned to associate this place with sex. And great sex it was. I said, "pony girl trainer's course, please."
House responded, "This will need ten minutes, Anne."
"OK, let's go." I positioned my dripping cunt over the phallus and let my body slide onto it. Instant arousal hit me, as usual and I had a wonderful round of climaxes. Finally, I woke up, feeling satiated, and happy. My engorged pussy was still dripping. I levered myself off and stood on shaky legs for a moment. I went back to the stable.
As I walked back, I thought about this job. I seemed to have become the Apollo's reformer of evil women. Ramira was a resounding success. Brought here as a vicious male drug dealer, Apollo changed his sex and gave him to me to reform. She was now a sweet, docile, happy slave girl. These girls were a different type of problem. Their sex was the same, but slavery was a drastic change. But still, being from Hindi was almost as bad, sexual relations wise, as being from Earth. First, I needed them to talk to me. Luckily, or wait, was it intentional? Anyway, I still had the truth charm
When I was young I had dreamed of having a pony. I pictured myself flying over fields of clover. Through the forest and over streams on a beautiful palomino pony. It had silver encrusted tack and was warm and supple beneath me. I never fell and my pony never tired. Now I had my own pony girls. I doubted I could actually ride them, but I had seen drawings of exactly that. I wondered... No, maybe not, but I would check.
The four former Hindi royalty were still standing as I had left them. Now there were tears on all their cheeks. I took a crop from the rack. I went to the one on the left and read her nametag. It said 'I am Archana. I am the property of Alexander.' I took her bit out. I watched her work her jaw a couple of times.
Princess No More
"Please turn off the pain, its terrible. I've never hurt so much. Please, Please."
I smiled sweetly and hit her on her thigh with the crop.
She scr
eamed and twisted as far as her chains allowed trying to rub the stripe. She failed. When she looked aware of me again, I said, "Address me as 'Mistress,' slut."
She looked at me with derision. "I am a princess. I demand you treat me with respect!"
Oh joy. She was going to be difficult. It was going to be fun to break her. I hit her on the upper slope of her left breast. The thin red line flared with a rosy umbra. It was beautiful. She screamed and writhed as far as her chain permitted. I hit her nine more times on whatever skin was available. She jumped and twisted and bent and pulled. The only thing she accomplished was to yank her friend's necks around and give me new targets. I ignored her pleas and screams. I was going to break them all and this was a wonderful lesson for the others. I stopped at ten. She was sobbing and whimpering. After a minute I could understand her.
"Mistress, I'm sorry. I will always address you as Mistress. I was stupid. I will obey you. Forgive me, please, Mistress." She was still sobbing and snot dripped down her face.
I didn't believe her. A woman who has been royalty for a while just isn't going to give in so easy. She just wants the pain to stop for a while. "What are you?"
"I am your slave, Mistress. What..What happened just now. I was going to refuse to say anything but I answered anyway."
I wasn't going to tell her. Let her guess. "Describe yourself."
"Mistress, I am a woman who is helpless because of the chains on my limbs and neck and the rings in my body. I am submissive and obedient. I am willful and hope to be a better slave."
Since she has to tell the truth she must be responding in the short term until she finds a way to escape. Good. "What is your name?"
"Archana, Mistress."
I hit her across the bottom of her right breast. She screamed shrilly. And Moaned, "Mistress, I told the truth."
"Stupid pony girl. Alexander gave you a new name. I see it on your collar. What is your name NOW?"
