by Mark Andrews
Once out and onto The Avenue, she flicked the reins again. “I want a full gallop, slave,” she called and so I moved up into the fastest pace I was capable of. That was a lot for while gymnastics had been my favourite sport, I was also good at athletics and so those skills, learned at school and continued on into university, and now coupled with the intense exercise demanded by Madeleine of all her slaves, now gave me the power to gallop her along at a fine pace, keeping to the left of course and moving in and out of traffic as required, just as a real equine horse would have.
She wasn’t going anywhere in particular. She just wanted to show me off to the upper crust ladies who frequented her local shopping mall. She had me walk her though the car park while she waved to the ladies she knew and eventually found an empty spot near the main entrance. She alighted and then used her personal controller to lock the wheels so I couldn’t try to escape, or some other person try to steal me.
By this time, some of her ‘friends’ had moved up and were admiring the gig but more so, me. “Go on, ladies, feel her down. She’s only a slut pony and a criminal slave so feel free to check her out...”
“A beautiful gig, Madeleine,” one of them began.
“Yes it is, isn’t it? I had it made a year or so ago but haven’t used it for some time. But now, with this criminal thief as my slave for ten years, I thought it might be nice to show her off to you ladies...”
At that they moved in closer and began to ‘check me out’, as she called it, their hands moving all over my breasts and belly, buttocks and thighs, examining the two plugs and their connection to the pole minutely.
“A fine way to attach the pony to the gig, Madeleine,” another of them offered, somewhat tentatively, for this method of harnessing was still quite rare, most people retaining the old, two-pole and clips arrangement for their pony slaves.
The others backed her up, gushing all over Madeleine, who drank it in, as always glorying in other people’s adulation.
“Oh yes,” one of them said. “I must have Harold change our gig for one like this. It shows off the slaves so much better and I gather they can run faster with this method of harnessing...”
There was general agreement all round at this and I tried not to grin. If only they knew how awful it was... But there you are. What they were saying was fatuous nonsense but it was all part of their crawling to Madeleine.
One of them invited her to coffee at a little boutique café nearby and so they all left me then.
But the local louts didn’t. They had watched me bring her into the car park and had kept their distance until she had gone away but now moved up and crowded around me, reaching out to finger my breasts and every other part of my naked body they could reach, even squatting down to examine the vaginal plug and its rear companion and talking in the most disgusting terms of how they must both be bringing me to constant orgasms and how they would like to un-harness me and replace those two fake cocks with their own, yes right there in the park.
This continued for about twenty minutes until the centre security men rushed up, no doubt alerted by some kindly lady, and dispersed the pimply youths. After that I was left largely on my own although people did walk by, then come back and then return the other way again. None now came near enough to touch me however and for that I was truly grateful.
But I wondered at the youths’ conjecture about the plugs bringing me to orgasm. It hadn’t happened yet and it had taken the best part of half an hour for me to trot and gallop her to this place. Yes, I had felt some excitement down there but nothing like enough to rouse me to that extent. I decided to ask Sanjiv about it as soon as I got the chance.
But that wasn’t to be for a while for Madeleine had now decided she delighted in my use as a pony and had ordered that I be now bedded down in the garage - yes, right next to my wonderful Joel. But there was no touching - and certainly no sex. Our collars ensured we could sleep together, stark naked and side by side, but not even a finger to touch the other on pain of a yellow shock - and if repeated, a red one, so we were careful to keep apart.
Still, it was wonderful to be so near him.
She used me every day and, at other times, I had to help him in his maintenance work. I didn’t mind. It was wonderful just to be next to him all the time.
But then she had another idea and within a few days, another gig arrived. This one had two poles, one with my vaginal plug and the other a male genital cuff and yes, she had decided that Joel and I would make a wonderful pair of human ponies.
Chapter 5
Joel and I were duly harnessed to the new gig which, being two-slave-power, was commensurately bigger and had been built as a two-seater (and could seat three passengers at a pinch).
Joel was on my right and they harnessed him to it first. He had not had the benefit of the tail which was now a permanent part of my body and his anus was therefore not prepared for the rather large plug. Of course he had been used as a pony by Madeleine before I came on the scene, but that had been months ago and his backside had not been so abused since so it might as well have been virginal.
I haven’t described the anal plug in full but it was made of a medium-hard rubber compound but finished in a heavy gloss to allow it easy entry into our bodies. But it was its configuration which gave Joel so much distress, at least until he got used to it.
It was neither penis-shaped, nor a smooth cylinder. If you can cast your mind back to those ancient motor cars which had a ribbed rubber radiator hose, you will have it. There were five ribs and at their widest, their diameter was four centimetres. The ‘valleys’ between them were two centimetres and at the final ‘valley’, where the monstrous things were attached (smoothly) to the poles, it was only one, so, once the whole five ribs had been painfully pushed in and the anus settled around this last valley, it soon adjusted itself to that relatively small distension, but as I said earlier when describing my first harnessing, it left us with a horrible feeling of wanting ‘to go’.
I had had the conical plug of my tail to prepare my anus; Joel had not and as they now forced the monster plug into his backside, rib-by-rib, he moaned and even screamed a bit as his anal sphincter was stretched so wide. But he is a brave man and soon settled down and Hobbs now tightened the genital ring around his scrotum and the root of his beautiful penis and then he harnessed me to it as well, just as he had before.
Joel had also been harnessed with the bridle and reins; I was expected to follow his lead. Hobbs had been carefully correct when harnessing us. The cameras and microphones were everywhere and he always addressed Joel as Big-Balls and me as ‘Slut’ or some other like epithet. Now he ordered us out of the part of the huge garages where the gigs were housed and tried us around the yard, then steered us around to the front door, carefully locking the wheels with the little controller before alighting to go and inform his mistress we were ready.
When he came back, there was a huge smile on his face and we wondered why - until we saw Madeleine emerge behind him - and behind her, the Thomas’s. It seemed she couldn’t resist showing the pair of us off to her friends and had buried the hatchet.
The three of them mounted the gig and I watched as the reins clicked against Joel’s broad shoulders. We took off together and made sure we stayed in step as not to do so would result in breaking the rhythm which would then transmit through the poles and seriously hurt our backsides.
Oh, I see I haven’t explained how the poles were arranged. The gig was a bigger version of the single model and it still had one pole emerging from its axle under the shell. But this then branched into two poles which were a metre apart. Each of them had the golden eagle’s head at the very end and were in every other respect like the single model.
She steered us out the gates and around the streets of that very exclusive suburb, waving to people she knew but ending up at the shopping mall as before.
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e again people gathered around her and were invited to ‘feel us down’ as before and now Joel’s beautiful penis came is for as much attention as my breasts but finally they all left us to the tender mercies of the louts who were just as obscenely rude and intrusive as before. We could do nothing but stand there and take it. A slave was no longer a citizen and had no rights under the law. His master or mistress held total authority over him and they rarely, if ever, acted on a complaint by a slave against some other person.
We could hear Madeleine and the Thomas’s chatting in the back seat but it wasn’t about us. However, we had high hopes for this night, for we hoped our mistress would see fit to take them to her bed. Hobbs would alert his boffins to record everything that went on there and then, if we were lucky, they would have enough to charge her.
It went off just as we hoped. The three of them sat up in bed, naked as jaybirds and chortled over Joel’s and my fall from grace and how well Madeleine had turned us into perfect slaves. She even mentioned Peter Nixon’s role in the whole affair and how he had created an off-shore account in Switzerland to hide the money she had paid him.
They had it all, video as well as audio and the following day, late in the afternoon, Inspector Hobbs met his colleagues at the front door and led them straight to Madeleine’s private sitting room where she was having afternoon tea with the Thomas’, no doubt recapping last night’s conversations.
Hobbs had Joel and I brought up from the garage where we were cleaning and polishing the cars and the two gigs and when she saw us come into the room her eyes narrowed as she stared up at her butler.
“What are they doing here, Hobbs? I didn’t send for them!”
“No, madam, I did. You see, Madeleine Albrecht, you are now under arrest for conspiracy to frame Mr Joel Harvey and Miss Anne Winters and a number of other charges. You have the right to remain silent...” He went over the whole theatre of a formal arrest while Madeleine sat dumbfounded, spluttering at times, protesting at others but as Hobbs carefully outlined the whole sordid story, starting with Joel’s faked crime and moving on to mine and Peter Nixon’s part in it, she collapsed.
The Thomas’s made to slide out of the room but Hobbs had his men detain them, advising that they would be charged with conspiracy after the fact, an announcement I was heartily glad to hear.
We were given clothes and taken away with Madeleine and the Thomas’ in the police cars. At the police station we were met by a representative of the Justice Department who told us they had lodged writs with the Supreme Court and in the meantime we were free on our own recognisances to go about our business.
Of course we called his parents and went to see mine and there were tearful reunions in both cases. But then we got down to the serious business of our own lives. The first issue was us and he lost no time in proposing to me. I accepted before he had even finished and then we had dinner and went to bed.
Joel’s father was a shire engineer out at Charleville in the state’s west and he was making plans to bring his wife to Brisbane to see his son as soon as they could get here and so we stayed with my people who welcomed him into their home with open arms.
They watched fondly as we told them of our plans over dinner and that we now wanted to ‘get to know each other’ properly, my dad leading Mum away from my room and promising to explain what we meant over a cup of cocoa.
Our lovemaking was everything I had hoped for - and more. We were naked in seconds and then we were at it, putting into practice everything Sanjiv had taught us. I think we might have closed the door to my bedroom at eight and we were still at it at midnight but then we both just fell asleep, the day’s events finally catching up with us.
The next week we fronted the Supreme Court and while our convictions were quashed and our sentences annulled, Madeleine, Peter Nixon and the two Thomas’ were arraigned. I suspect they may have hoped for some leniency by pleading guilty to all charges but be that as it may, all were sentenced to criminal slavery: Madeleine, being the principal offender, for life; Peter Nixon, ten years and the two Thomas’s for five years each.
But then came the thunderbolt. Yes, it really was that much of a shock.
The matter was so sensational the chief justice had presided personally and he now smiled down at us.
“Miss Winters, I understand you are a law student?”
“Yes, your honour.”
“Then it may not be a surprise to you to know that I am now invoking the Criminal Compensation Act 2025 on your behalf. I doubt there has been a more reprehensible act played by one person against others, and certainly not in my memory. And for what? Because this disgusting mockery of a human being desired you, Mr Harvey for your body; and you, Miss Winters, because she harboured a grudge against you for refusing her sexual advances when you were at school!”
He looked distinctly outraged as he stared down, mostly at Madeleine, but also at the other three as well. But then he went on: “Accordingly, I am ordering that her estate, in its entirety, is forfeited and is awarded to the pair of you jointly to do with as you will...
“Court is adjourned.”
There was dead silence in the court as the CJ left the bench and then, as the door closed behind him, there was an almighty roar of approval that shook the whole building to its foundations. I wonder if the judge smiled to himself as he walked to his chambers for he couldn’t have helped but hear the ruckus.
Our parents and friends surrounded us as Madeleine and her three friends were dragged from the room to spend their first night in the cells, something I remembered all too well: the dreadful feeling of despair; the lack of hope; the wondering about my next ten years as a criminal slave; who would buy me, and so on. That was what was going through Madeleine’s mind now, I was sure.
Of course we partied on that night but then, the next morning, Joel and I had a serious talk: “First, Joel,” I began, “our careers... She is worth many billions. Do you want to complete your medical degree and then practise sports medicine? Do I want to work as a lawyer?”
He grinned at me. “Doesn’t seem so important any more, but I would like to use some of her money to fund medical research and in helping black Africa...”
“And I would love to help you. Becoming a lawyer has lost its appeal since we can do so much good in other ways.” But then I paused and glanced at him even more seriously but with a quirky grin on my face. “And then there’s her house. You know I just love that place...”
“So do I. All right, so we keep the house. But there’s another even more important person to consider.”
“Sanjiv?”
“Yes. He didn’t come to our party and I can understand that, but let’s go and see him right now. I want to know what he really feels, now that we are free...”
So, you are now billionaires, is it not so?” he twinkled at us. “And you want to know what I think, is that not also so?”
“It is, exactly, Sanjiv. We hadn’t expected to inherit this house and all her wealth but now we have, we want to do something useful with it and we were wondering if you would like to help us do it. But there is also our training. We know our powers are only in their very formative stages and are a but minute fraction of yours and we think that if we are able to develop them more, we may be able to use them to help others. Is that possible?”
“I knew I chose you two well,” he said, smiling across at us as we sat on the rug in his room. “In fact, the pair of you is far stronger than you imagine. No-one of my students has ever achieved the level of communication you have in so short a time and so for that reason alone I would enjoy staying and seeing where we can go with it. As to your other request, I will willingly offer my humble services in whatever way I can, however I suspect you are going to need specialists in the field of charity.
“You will find that the moment the public realises how wealthy you are, that your lives, your m
ailbox and your computers are going to be inundated with requests, many of which will be spurious if not downright fraudulent. I suggest you employ secretaries familiar with this area so that you can free up your time to do what you wish with it. So far as India and Africa are concerned, I may be of some help but local charity is out of my scope.
“But there is another matter I think you may wish to address...”
Joel and I looked at one another and grinned. “Madeleine and her cohorts?” we said in one voice.
He looked quite startled, but then he smiled. “You read my mind?” he said accusingly.
“Actually we didn’t. But then perhaps we did for it hit us both at the same time. Neither of us is normally vindictive, but what she did to us is beyond the pale. We both think she needs a lesson only we can give her.”
“Well put. And I will be more than willing to help. Now who did you have in mind to replace Hobbs who, I imagine is back with his department?”
“No he isn’t, actually,” came another voice, whose owner’s head now poked itself around the slowly opening door.
“Hobbs!” we said. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, madam, sir and Sanjiv, you may not have realised it, but I am now retired. This job of yours was my last and actually I should have gone months ago. I wanted to see you freed and now that is happily effected, I have officially left the department.
“I wondered if you would like me to stay on here as butler...” He paused and then smiled in a rather conspiratorial way at us before going on: “Actually, I have an ulterior motive. During my time as her butler, I formed an intense dislike for Miss Madeleine Albrecht and since I was sure you would wish to acquire her and perhaps her accomplice and the two Thomas’s and then give her and them a taste of what she gave you - I would be more than willing to help.”
