by Alan Horn
"Father, if someone transported her out, how can we find her?"
"Hephaestus operates a tracking system to watch for long range transports. If she was taken or sent far, he will have the information. He is one of my primary contacts so he should be here shortly."
Men started appearing all over the room. Soon it was full and the room literally glowed with power. Hephaestus quickly understood the options and contacted his monitoring group. "There have been no long range transport from Olympus in the last two hours. She is still here. One of the ways she can be shielded is with a medical stasis field. Do you have any here, Apollo?"
"Yes, there are four in the clinic for emergencies."
Hephaestus asked, " House, are there any unusual power drains in the clinic now?"
"Yes, Hephaestus. There is one in a storage closet that is not usually there."
Apollo said, "Thank you. Alexander and I will go there now. Would the rest of you wait here in case this is a false alarm?" They disappeared before anyone could answer.
Apollo and Alexander appeared in the clinic with all senses on high alert. Nothing happened. Alexander opened the door while Apollo stood guard.
"Someone is in a medical stasis field. I'll have to turn it off to see if its her."
"Go ahead. A real patient would not be in a closet."
Alexander turned off the stasis unit and removed the end clamps. He gently unwrapped the small body and felt relief wash over him as he saw Anne's face. The depth of emotion surprised him. She might have been only one slave girl among many, but he had apparently become quite fond of her. In a moment Anne was unwrapped and he was holding her to his chest.
I woke up and found Alexander was holding me. I remembered leaving the stable and nothing else. I saw Apollo standing behind him. "What..."
"Anne, can you tell me what happened to you?"
"Masters, I had just left the stable then I woke up here. I didn't see or hear anything. Where are we?"
"Someone knocked you out, probably with a medical stunner. Brought you to the clinic and hid you in a closet, in a medical stasis field."
"What's a medical stasis field, Master?"
"If someone is critically injured, the field vastly slows time so they can be transported to a clinic. Its saved a lot of lives."
Apollo said, "Alex, I watched her thoughts as she recalled the events. I saw no other useful information, either."
Alexander carried me into the clinic and set me down. My hands were locked behind me. I knelt into display position. I looked up and saw both men were staring fixedly below my face. I looked down, wondering what was so fascinating about my boobs. Something new. Someone had used a red marker and drawn a heart on my left breast. There were words in side it. They were upside down to my eyes, but I finally deciphered it. It said 'WE NEED MORE, MASTERS.'
I looked up at Alexander, "Who needs more, Master, and more what?"
Both men looked grim and Apollo said, "Good questions, Anne. Alex, we will find out."
Alexander took me back to his quarters. "You didn't see it, Anne, but your disappearance caused a major response. Apollo is quite senior in Olympus. When he asked for aid in finding you more than fifty powerful men responded within seconds. I think he was testing our rapid response system. He must have been pleased. And they found you quickly. Now we need to find out who did it and their reasons."
"I wish I was more help, Master, but I didn't see or hear anything."
"We know. Hephaestus is looking at house's records and systems to see what he can discover. I expect it was some silvers. House was designed with priority for perimeter security and general awareness inside the grounds. The parameter will be tightened so this type of incident will be detected."
"Master, will it mean less freedom for the slaves?"
"I don't see why it should affect your lives at all. Likely we will just have better information available on interior movements."
"So, we will have no privacy, Master?"
"Slave girls are not permitted to have pride, dignity, or privacy. You know that."
"Yes, Master."
...
Four slaves knelt before Apollo and Alexander. Their hands were locked behind them and they were linked in a coffle by their collars.
Apollo said, "You knew you would be caught, didn't you?"
All four girls said, in unison, "Yes, Master."
"You expected to be punished?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, you didn't harm any person or property, but you did cause a nice stir. Your stunt had some beneficial side effects. Now I'm more interested in your motives and desires. Why did you do it? Cotys, you are senior. Will you speak for the others?"
"Yes, Master, although any of the others may wish to give their viewpoint if you permit."
"All right. Now tell me why."
"Master, I and my sisters in your service want nothing except to serve you and give you pleasure. You are a good master and we are starved for your attention. We feel most neglected. We devised our plan so no harm would be done and we could attract your notice."
"Cotys, I am sorry you feel neglected. Do the rest of the girls in my service feel neglected?"
"Master, I think the golds do not. At least I have not heard of it."
"Have you ideas for how I could improve your lot?"
"Master, we have discussed this endlessly. We all want to serve you personally but realize there are limits to that. By our count there are four men in your household and thirty women. Master, all the slaves feel great lust for any man in the vicinity. But only one woman can be satisfied at a time. We mainly enjoy sex with other women but by necessity, not by choice. It is so much better with a man. But Master, sex is not the key issue. Interaction is. We miss touching and cuddling, and talking and doing things together. We are like shadows of women. We want more interactions, and they don't have to be pleasant. Right now, I want you to punish me. Whip me. Force me to serve you. I need you to dominate me. Subjugate me. Love me if you want, but hurting me is great too, so long as you do it."
"Do the rest of you agree with Cotys?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why did you say golds are more happy?"
"Master, golds get more interesting work to do and as a result they are with you more. A silver's work is more routine and needs little interaction with men. House assigns us work to maintain the property and it is already well defined. Golds get all the new things."
"All right. Don't do anything like this again. You will be punished later. I will think about your desires. Alexander, send them to the cage in the rec room, please." The slaves vanished.
"So, Do you have any suggestions?"
"Father, Zeus has been trying to get you to take on more help. Why not bring some capable men into your household. It would be trivial to build some extra quarters on the estate. Then you could assign several slaves to each assistant. Most men do quite well with only two or three slave girls. I know I'm finding Anne to be enough for me now, but I think she's happy because she has the ponies to take up a lot of her time."
"Thanks Alex. I like it. I'll talk to Zeus and see if he has any good candidates. So you would suggest we find six more men and assign three slaves to each one? Should I just give them the slaves or rotate them? "
"Its never certain at first who will get along best. How about we assign them and see how it works out?""OK. Would you work with house and come up with a plot plan?"
"Sure."
"OK. For the punishment for these four, here's what I thought...
...
Four pillories on the patio holding a slave girl facing the lawn. A whip hanging on each pillory. A large sign: 'Everyone seeing this sign whip all of the asses before you with ten hard strokes. Apollo.'
Alexander and four slaves brought the four miscreants into the rec room in the afternoon. Their asses were a fiery red, crisscrossed with fine red lines and they walked gingerly. They had red ball gags in their mouths. They looked with conster
nation at the new construction awaiting them. There was a new wall at the back and four sturdy stands to hold them. They were fastened in place standing tall. Their collars and cuffs locked to a metal frame behind them. Their hands were extended high over their heads. Their anklets fastened wide below them. There were two spiked balls hanging before them. One level with nipples and one level with clitoris. Each ball was clipped to the girls dangling bells. If a spiked ball was moved, it would hit either breast or labia with stinging result. Facing them were tables with balls in a hoppers, twenty feet away. They were left to contemplate their fate for a long time. Then the rest of Apollo's girls were admitted to the room.
The four girls were terrified as four men walked to the tables to take their shots first. They each picked up two balls and threw the first ball hard at their breasts. Their aim was true and, as one, the four thrown balls impacted on a girl's spiked ball before their breasts. The spikes were knocked into one or both breasts, leaving red spots where the spikes had landed. Their bells chimed loud and they squealed through their noses at the pain they couldn't avoid. The next balls hit the spiked balls before their pussies. With the same aural accompaniment.
The men stepped away and four girls took their place. Again balls were launched. One hit a spiked ball and the others hit breasts and belly. The girls who had already thrown went to the men and flirted. House kept score and showed the results on a holographic screen. After each girl had thrown ten times the men took the four girls with the highest scores away with them. The remaining girls continued pelting the miscreants with balls for another couple of hours. After all the girls had retired, Alexander returned and freed the girls from the frame. He locked their hands to the back of their collars and let them use the toilet. He kissed them each, thoroughly then locked them in the cage. "I hope you received enough attention girls."
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
He turned off the light and left.
Chapter 12 : Carriage Rides
"Alice, the last individual pace training went well, I think. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes, Anne. All the girls did well with the walk, trot and canter. I don't see any need for more of those."
"OK, then I guess we should start on carriages and rein training."
"Elantra, would you fit the ponies with their training bits? Alice and I will get the carriages ready."
"OK, Anne."
In the morning, someone, usually Elantra, would bring me food then take me to the washroom. She would remove my tail and clean me out inside and replace the tail. Then she'd take me back to the stall and chain me up again. I had to bend over and she'd give me five or six stripes with a short whip. I would moan in pleasure and juice into my pussy. After all the ponies were done someone would take us out for the next training session.
This morning Elantra strapped a rubber coated metal bit in my mouth. My oversized tongue and ring fit through a slot in the bit so I couldn't form words. Then she took me into the stable itself and put me in coffle with the others. We high stepped outside. I was last in the coffle and focused on Megan's body. I had seen it many times but today it struck me how beautiful she was. Her body had perfect form and posture. In coffle we always had to watch the slave in front of us and match her pace. If we failed, the chains linking us would jerk our noses painfully. Megan's ass was still glowing pink with several red lines crossing it. I imagine mine was similarly colored. Anne and Alice were waiting beside what were obviously our individual carriages. Ravi was with them. We were taken out of the coffle. I felt someone behind me clip reins on to the ends of my bit. I was trained by Alice. She explained the simple rein commands. Pull left - turn left. Pull Right - turn right. Pull both - slow or stop. Shaken, speed up. Whipped if I make a mistake. We practiced with her walking behind me until I responded satisfactorily. She fastened one of the carriages to my waist band then she climbed into it.
I didn't feel much when she boarded. Well balanced, I guess. She clicked her tongue and shook the reins. I walked forward the carriage was light and easy to pull. She walked me forward and practiced turns, speed up, slow down, left, right, stop. She had me practice on the lawn with all the other girls running in different directions.
She steered me onto the track and had me change speeds - walk - trot - canter -trot walk. I knew I could go much faster if my ankles weren't hobbled. It was peaceful, with no words, just tugs on my bit to communicate with me. Of course I couldn't answer but I had nothing to say anyway. I enjoyed the mindless exercise with no thoughts about the future or what I wanted. I just had to obey or feel the whip she held. I tried hard. but sometimes if I was slow, she would lash my ass or hip. She had a gentle touch. The bit would tug softly on my mouth and I responded as fast as I could. Her directions were never hard. I think I responded well. She maintained a fine control over my direction with many gentle tugs rather than a few hard ones.
After a while the drivers changed carriages and Elantra climbed on mine. "Kitty, Walk."
Her touch was more relaxed with fewer but harder corrections. I went around the track in a series of straight lines rather than the gentle curves sought by Alice. She drove me around the track five times before stopping. I was sweating and tired and my ass was sore from her whip. All the ponies were. It was a hard workout. They unhitched us, put us back in coffle, and took us to the play yard. It was a hundred foot square fenced, grassed area where we were allowed to relax. The coffle chain was removed and we were left to 'play.' There were several water spigots fitted with rubber nozzles. We could get water even when bitted. We all drank a lot. Our communication was quite limited without our hands or voices, so mostly we just lay on the grass. Sometimes we would play love games with our tongues and clits. Our enhanced tongues were long and strong enough to easily bring a girl to orgasm. I'm sure the rings helped.
Today, Lily came over and nuzzled my nipples, a sign she wanted to play. I laid down on my back and she lay on top of me, her pussy over my mouth and vice versa. The girl with the pussy has to get it close to our mouths so they have to spread their knees wide and straddle our head. We must look a sight, but who cared. We were just the livestock. So we got in position with a little wriggling until we both could get our tongues into the other's slit. Even if strange looking, our tongues were perfect tools for this. My mouth just touched her clit, but I could suck her sweet juices down just fine. I got my tongue even through her inner lips and licked and sucked as hard as I could. She squealed inside my pussy. That was a strange and wonderful sensation. We both had wonderful orgasms.
She rolled off me and I saw Megan on top of Shirley doing what we had done. Megan had adapted well in past few weeks. I doubt anyone meeting her would guess she had been male. She is certainly using her girl parts well. If we could ever talk to each other I would love to hear her describe her novel experience.
In a little while Elantra called us over and put us back in coffle. She took us into the stable and fed us a light meal. Then back out to the track and we got new riders. Ravi got in my carriage first. I was a little concerned because he must have weighed twice what Elantra weighed. I could feel a little more weight. He was harder to get going, but once started it was the same as the women. Of course my arousal kicked into high gear when he was near me. I was dripping as soon as we started. His hand was mus=ch stronger on the reins than the women had been. Where Alice and Elantra urged me to adjust my speed of direction, he commanded. I felt my arousal building uncontrollably as he dominated me. I was helpless and utterly controlled by his hand on my reins. I nearly stumbled as I climaxed in mid walk. Such an amazing feeling. To have my body climax while I was being roughly commanded was incredible. It was as if my body was encouraging my submission. My belly was spasming in time to my steps. Left up [spasm], right up [spasm]. The pleasure wasn't constant, it crescendoed at every step.
We practiced single carriages for a week, twice a day until we were perfect.
Then we were trained in a dual carriage. Two ponies in a column, single file, pull
ing either a driver or a driver and passenger. It was similar to single pony training but with the added requirement that we had to be well coordinated. First pony leads and second pony stays in step, turn together. Respond to the reins at the same time. It was harder and we were whipped a lot the first couple of days.
We were tried out with different partners and soon stabilized. I was paired with Shirley and Megan and Lily were together. I was a better first pony, as was Megan.
Finally after a week of dual training we started training with all four of us pulling one carriage. The carriage was bigger, heavier, and more ornate. Despite the amazing materials, it was still heavy, especially with four people on board. We were taken on longer and longer rides. Hills were added and increased speed. Our leg muscles grew ever larger and stronger. We all looked like dancers or weight lifters, but how we could run.
At the end of a week of training we were going twenty miles at a canter without stopping and ending up ready for more. We made daily trips into the city doing routine pick ups and deliveries. We were driven by many of the slaves and sometimes by the men. We got so that we even had coordinated climaxes. The sounds and smells of one girl must have triggered the others. We would all climax nearly simultaneously. By this time, the drivers usually didn't notice. Because we hardly even faltered. It was a great way to avoid the monotony of running. On a long trip, say twenty miles, we could climax every five miles, like clockwork. Every three miles if a man drove us.
Chapter 13 : Hindi
Megan chewed on her breakfast, bent over her food bowl. As always her hands were held above her shoulders by the bar fastened to her collar. When they all finished eating they would be taken to the washroom and cleaned, inside and out. Then my hands would be taken off the bar and locked to the back of my collar. I wondered what my day would be like, for we were never told ahead of time what was going to happen. My master or mistress would decide and I would obey. I liked my life. It was simple and there was never any worry or stress. I got to run in the country a lot.
