by Sarah Veitch
'I already have a girl representing my unit...'
'But isn't a volunteer worth ten pressed men or women?' Charlotte said.
Karo looked down at her thoughtfully. 'You really do want to do this?'
'More than anything, Mistress,' Charlotte said.
The taller woman hesitated. 'Well, the girl I've been training has had a slight hamstring problem so I suppose you could replace her and she could do the freestyle.'
'I promise that you'll never regret it,' Charlotte assured her fervently. She lapped at Karo's sandals for another few seconds before getting awkwardly to her feet.
'Oh Charlotte,' said Karo in a knowing voice, 'I'm sure I won't.'
The next few days dragged by as Charlotte quivered under Karo's sexually-controlling tests. But at last the day of the race was upon them. Nervously she approached Karo again.
'Please, Mistress, can I have my sports shorts and shirt for the race?'
'Mm? No, it doesn't work that way. Everything you need will be provided at the stadium,' the raven-haired woman said.
'But that means I have to travel there naked!'
'Exactly. Remember that you're still doing punishment time,' Karo explained.
Fuck it, she'd feel ridiculous going to the venue like this. Charlotte thought about stealing some more clothes from a washing line but discarded the idea when she heard that Karo was accompanying her. Soon she shepherded Charlotte and five other athletes into the motorboat which took them miles upstream. There they disembarked and walked the remaining half mile to the stadium.
Charlotte noticed that the racetrack itself was uncovered but that there was a large marquee in the adjacent field.
'Competitors, please make your way over there,' Karo said, pointing, 'and give your name to the Master of Ceremonies who'll supply you with all you need.'
Ignoring the smirks of the other runners - who were all clothed - a naked Charlotte hurried to the marquee and gave her details to the MC.
'Aha, I have your bridle right here,' the bearded man said.
'A bridle?' Charlotte echoed, backing away from the metal bit. 'No, you don't understand. I'm Charlotte Churr. I'm taking part in the race officially.'
'Yes, and it's a pony girl race,' the man said.
Charlotte continued to back away until two of the overseers grabbed her. They held her still while the MC fastened the various straps into place. Then they led her outside and harnessed her, standing fully upright, to a little one-person cart.
'She's got really bad attitude - cuff her hands in front of her so she can't untether herself,' one of the watchers said.
Five minutes later Charlotte found herself at the starting point alongside a dozen other pony girls. Each had a small adult in their cart, an adult who carried a long horsewhip and looked more than ready to use it. None of the others had their hands cuffed - and several had put cold cream on their shoulders and waist so that the cart straps couldn't chafe.
By her peripheral vision, Charlotte studied the pony girl next to her and saw that it was Leeza whose race place she'd once tried to steal.
'Did you know this was a human pony race, Leeza?' she asked miserably.
The tiny girl looked unperturbed. 'No, but I knew it would be a feat of emotional courage as well as of speed. I mean, last year they dressed some of the contestants up as piglets and made them race on all fours and the year before that they...'
'On your marks, get set,' the tannoy voice said. It added 'Go!' a second later and Charlotte tried to run, pulling the small man who graced her cart.
She soon found that it was much less easy than it looked. The straps bit into her flesh and the rolling motion of the cart so close behind upset her equilibrium. The whip lashing steadily into her defenceless bottom didn't help.
'I'm going as fast as I can,' she muttered, her cuffed hands making it hard for her to increase her speed.
'Gee up, horsey,' the man said, whipping her defenceless arse again.
All of the other contestants were already ahead of Charlotte in the field. Chariots Of Fire this certainly wasn't. Yet she'd pictured over and over again her sprint to victory...
But dreams and reality are often worlds apart and she was the very last to cross the finish line. There they fastened a bag of water to her face and she drank from it greedily.
Two of the overseers congratulated her on giving it a go.
'Can you unfasten me from this thing?' she asked, indicating the small cart.
'No,' said the nearest overseer, 'Karo wants you to keep it attached.'
Seeing her disheartened expression must have made the cart-driver pity her for he disembarked, making her load much lighter.
'It's a tough call, love,' he said gently. 'Better luck next year.'
She couldn't stay here till next year. She just couldn't. Charlotte brightened, remembering that her Master from isle one would be here and might still agree to take her back.
For fifteen minutes she pulled with her cart through the enormous crowd, scanning face after face in search of his familiar features. Finally she saw him sitting on a bench with Karo and drinking champagne.
'Master, please, may I speak with you?' she asked humbly.
'Mm?' He looked at her indifferently. 'No, I'm just about to address the assembled throng.'
He got up and walked to the nearby stage. Charlotte moved to follow him but Karo patted the ground beside the bench.
'Sit here at my feet like a good little horsey.'
Horses didn't sit down, but Charlotte decided not to point this out. Instead she squatted on the grass, the cart leaning at an awkward angle behind her. As she watched, her former Master was handed a microphone and began to speak.
'You've all competed very well and the winners, Sheena from the pony girl race and Noel from the boys' ten mile race, will be immediately transferred to isle one,' he said encouragingly. 'As I'm sure you know, it's not nearly as strict as this isle so it's the most sought after part of the Training Grounds.' He acknowledged the polite round of applause. 'I will also be taking our top school prefect Amanda back to isle one with me and putting her in charge of all our sporting events.'
He left the stage and Charlotte scrambled to her feet, still desperate to speak to him.
'No, you're to take me home now,' Karo ordered, getting into Charlotte's cart. She leaned forward and added 'It's a long way back so you can rest for the remainder of the evening, but tomorrow your final training begins.'
'But Mistress, I've done nothing wrong,' Charlotte said as the woman flicked the horsewhip across her shoulders.
'Oh, you've done lots wrong. Amanda told us everything you said the other day.'
'Like what?' Charlotte muttered, ignoring the smiles of various passers-by.
'About wanting to kidnap Suki.'
'She's lying,' Charlotte retorted as Karo pulled on the reigns forcing her in the direction of the riverbank.
'She doesn't lie,' Karo said matter of factly. 'She's been our eyes and ears here for the past few months. That's why she's being rewarded by this transfer to isle one.'
'Exactly, she has a reason to make things up, to get herself a cushier number.'
'Oh give it a rest, Charlotte. You were overheard by the barman,' Karo said. She used the whip again, making the British girl move from a fast walk into a clumsy canter. 'Just trot along by the river and you won't get lost.'
That night she did indeed leave Charlotte to bathe and rest and eat - but the new pony girl couldn't relax for even a moment. She knew that tomorrow would bring the most stringent punishment.
And she was right. Within an hour of finishing breakfast they came for her and led her to the Punishment Chamber. Charlotte glanced around the room and saw most of the spectators' seats taken by people who knew her. Most of the school and military academy pupils plus the prison personnel and police force were there.
Karo introduced her to Aquinas and explained that he was the isle's strictest overseer.
He smiled as he
forced her to her knees. 'You cheat and lie constantly, Miss Churr, so now I'm going to give you something to think about.'
So saying, he fastened a heavy studded collar around her neck and attached a long leash to it. Then he made her crawl over to the hated whipping stool.
'I'm sorry I lied,' she mumbled as he bent her into place.
'Ten lashes of the cane for lying to your Mistress,' he said promptly. 'And ten more for plotting to kidnap Suki. And ten for stealing clothes from a washing line.' He bound her wrists and ankles to the lower quarters of the stool then crouched at her face. 'I'll give the naughty puppy her first ten strokes then take her over to show the others her striped backside.'
'Yes, sir,' Charlotte whispered, cringing inside.
Her whispers quickly changed to loud wails as the rod lashed into her flesh. God, he knew how to beat a bottom. She howled and promised to reform from the first stroke till the last.
'There, that's the first ten applied. I like to think of it as the warm-up,' Aquinas said lightly.
Charlotte choked back her tears as he untied her and helped her to the ground. Still on her leash, she was led over to the various onlookers who, grinning and making comments about the nice doggy, patted her naked flesh and her sorrowful head.
'Time to warm that arse again,' the overseer said, tugging at Charlotte's leash.
Determined not to anger him, she began to crawl forward like a good puppy should but he suddenly changed direction. 'No, let's approach from the southside of the room this time so that you get the full benefit of my naughty-puppy mat.'
He urged her down the side of the hall then hurried her along until she was facing what looked like a long mat that had strange little tentacles protruding copiously.
'Lie down on your belly and put your hands behind your back,' he ordered.
Charlotte did as she was told, glad that she was still on the linoleum. She looked at the alien mat in front of her with suspicion and distaste. Immediately her hands were behind her back, Aquinas cuffed her wrists together and fastened a heavy duty bra over her naked breasts.
'Now wriggle on your soft little belly along the mat.'
Charlotte obeyed and immediately realised the purpose of the little tentacles. They were sharp rubber spikes which dug into her stomach and really hurt. Crying out, she tried to wriggle more quickly towards the whipping stool but the overseer tautened the leash, holding her in place.
'Now, now, the bad puppy has to get used to being punished so let's take this crawl of shame nice and slow.'
At last he let her wriggle forward on her belly again. Charlotte writhed and moaned, her tummy and her buttocks hurting equally. If she squirmed forward quickly she'd be free of the hellish mat - but would encounter the whipping stool with greater speed.
'You really don't know which way to turn, do you sweetheart?' the overseer said, a gloating note in his voice.
'I'm going to be such a good girl,' Charlotte sobbed.
'Such a good puppy,' the man corrected. 'A puppy girl that's about to be reacquainted with my cane.'
At last she writhed her way to the whipping stool and he prepared to lift her into place.
'Oh please, just wait a few seconds more,' Charlotte begged, wishing that her hands were uncuffed so that she could spread them over her backside.
'No, I don't like being kept waiting,' the cane-wielder said.
'At least let me apologise to my Mistress.'
'She's no longer your Mistress,' Aquinas replied.
'Karo? But she...'
'Several new slaves arrived in the motorboat from isle one yesterday,' he explained, 'and they're going to keep her busy. She's given you to me as I needed a pet.'
Charlotte trembled at his words, knowing that his punishments surpassed anything she'd ever felt before.
'For how long, sir?' she asked faintly.
'Until I'm bored with training you and decide to find you a new kennel,' the overseer said.
He stepped back and striped her with the cane then and Charlotte howled. She wondered what other puppy training tasks he had in store for her. She had a feeling that her final training had just begun.
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