Pony Girl Sentence (Slaves of Olympus Book 3)
Slave of Olympus 3
Pony Girl Sentence
By Alan Horn
Chapter 1: Winners and Losers
Chapter 2: Bonds & Lust
Chapter 3 : The Cage
Chapter 4 : Pony Girl Trainer
Chapter 5 : Basic Training
Chapter 6 : Ravi Meets Alice
Chapter 7 : Strength and Endurance
Chapter 8 : Speed
Chapter 9 : The Chase
Chapter 10 : Eating the Cat
Chapter 11 : Kidnapped
Chapter 12 : Carriage Rides
Chapter 13 : Hindi
Prolog:
The Gods never wanted worship. That was so demeaning. Even if they were responsible for lifting the earthlings up to sapience. To them uplift was community beautification. Also, they were a tad lonely. They had been the only sapient beings around for so long, they wanted company that wasn't a cousin. And now there were pests in the garden. They also never wanted to be pest exterminators. They could walk away but were loathe to desert their almost children. If they walked away the pests would likely destroy the earthlings.
If they just continued defending the earthlings, they would never advance. A congress of the peoples discussed solutions. The solution they found was part scam and part technology. The scam part originated with Loki, of course. He was the original out-of-the-box thinker.
Loki invented a new God to replace them. A God of love and acceptance. One who didn't actually show up on Earth and hurl lightning. One who was never seen but demanded worship. All that needed was true believers to spread the word. Jehovah was Loki's finest creation. Athena, Coyote, and several others helped make the final model. Of course the committee had a tough sell before the Congress agreed to it.
Jehovah was a smashing success. Soon no one on Earth except historians ever mentioned all the old pantheons. Now the former Gods and Goddesses could go back to being Thal and focus on minding their own gardens.
The Congress accepted the technology part without comment. It was straight forward technology and didn't trample on anyone's beliefs. Vulcan's team devised a way to limit dimensional travel from Drak to Earth. Now only one or two transports per lunar cycle could occur.
We call the Draks werewolves. Now so seldom seen we regard them as myth. Shapeshifting, vicious, quick breeding, and dimensional travelers. Drak have no grasp of technology and are tribal nomads. Their threat lies in their rapid breeding rate and their interdimensional shifting ability. The Thal blocked the main dimensional paths so only a few Draks reach Earth now and are easy to deal with.
Chapter 1: Winners and Losers
The Defeated
Four females lay face up, arms at their sides, on narrow biers, lined up in a row. They were still as the dead with only their slow breathing to show life. The room was dark and warm and still. Sometimes one of the females eyes would open then a few seconds later close. It was still and quiet. The girls had olive complexions and long, dark hair. They were exactly the same height, weight, and proportion. Their faces were different, otherwise they might have been clones. They had large, conical breasts with long, thick nipples surmounting darker aureoles.
Awareness returned in bits and pieces. I knew I was Archana, once a princess of Hindi. Brahma had given me and all the other members of HOW (Hindi Organization of Women) to the Olympians. My eyes were closed. I could feel every part of my body. I felt a gentle flow of warm air over my naked skin. I was breathing easily, but I couldn't move. I tried my fingers and toes, my arms and legs. I felt them but my muscles would not respond. I successfully opened my eyes at last. It was all I could move. Every other part of my body was dead, unresponsive, yet I had no pain and I felt good, full of energy. I felt a firm surface under me but the room was dark and I could see noting. I heard someone breathing close to me, just as slow and soft as my own, but out of time. I wondered who. I had been sentenced with a large group of mostly women. I knew I was going to be punished. I deserved it. I was the leader and I had failed. I had labored to free the Olympian women and my failure had led to the enslavement of the Hindi women. I had resorted to methods my Lord considered heinous and had tainted all women. The cause had failed and all the believers were prisoners. The Olympians kept their women enslaved. It was the least they would do to me. I waited my fate with stoic belief that whatever they did to me, it was less than I deserved.
I awoke as from a deep sleep. I struggled to remember where I was. The memories flowed back into my brain. I was Megraj, war minister for Hindi. Brahma had disavowed me, given me to the Olympians to be punished. Small price I knew for regaining his kingdom. I had cast my lot with the women. I helped them develop their plan to release Draks on Earth. The cursed Olympians had somehow diverted the Draks to Hindi cities instead of Earth. And their warriors. No one had understood their power. I had seen one Olympian freeze thousands of Hindi soldiers in an instant. It doesn't matter to me now. The Olympians will kill me now. The women they will keep as their slaves. They keep all women in Olympus enslaved. There are no men imprisoned here. They must kill me. I opened my eyes and saw only a dimly lit room. I found I couldn't move anything but my eyelids and eyes. I was lying on my back on a firm, flat surface. I could feel the surface and air blowing softly over my body. I was naked, I realized. It didn't matter. I had failed the organization, my king and my profession.
The Victors
Zeus was happy. "Apollo, do you think Brahma can be trusted to do as he said?"
"He was believable and his announced plans to enslave his females will put him squarely in our camp. This female-led conspiracy gave him the perfect excuse. If we hadn't taken them over so thoroughly, then his nobles might have balked. As it turned out, he has nearly unanimous support. I'm sure many of those nobles are happy to have their female's power eliminated. The next month will tell the tale. If he completes the enslavement then he is committed to us."
"There is little contact between the advanced realms. Our technology has freed us from reliance on physical goods. We have maintained our creativity mainly through our interest and intervention on Earth. Watching the antics of the Earth states has proved engaging. Yet this Drak plot made clear to me that we should engage more with each other. I would like to see more interfaces and commerce between the realms. One route is the exchange of ideas and culture."
"We can't afford to have so little contact with Hindi and the other realms. I'm going to send ambassadors to all the major realms. I thought of appointing Alexander to Hindi. Do you see any problems with that?"
"He's ready. Our ambassadors won't need much staff if you choose men live Alexander. I expect his job will be a little ceremonial and a lot awareness?"
"Yes. Well put. Besides keeping us aware of the goings on there, I want him to research possible commerce ideas. My main concern now is getting eyes on these realms to prevent surprises. Speaking of surprises. Hephaestus, can you fix the hole the Hindis found in our Drak surveillance?"
"Yes. Technically it isn't a 'hole,' But their folks were clever. Brahma has agreed to send us one of the people who found that defect. I'll have a thorough discussion with him."
"Good. How many females participated in their conspiracy?"
Apollo answered, "almost a thousand, Zeus. They are all here now. Brahma was glad to get rid of them. I'm taken four of them, actually I'm keeping three females and one former male. I made a special place for them. They'll go into the female population later. I wanted them to experience something proportional to their actions, first. I was going to give them to Alexander to train but I may have to rethink that. We've given some to all five hundred men who helped defend Earth and conquer Hindi
. And I've put thirty females in your pen, Zeus."
"I'm sure I will enjoy them. Our strategy of having a few powerful men for our army worked well against Hindi. I'm worried about needing to use the Earth golds to defend Earth, though. Hephaestus, can we do something about this? I want us to be self sufficient."
"Zeus, its a matter of having sufficient mental power available. We used fifteen thousand golds to power the reverser. If we had another two hundred men available, we would not have needed the golds. My recommendation is to increase our male population as soon as possible. If we wait for normal population growth this will need almost twenty years. If we use males from other realms, like Hindi or Norse if will only take a year or so for immigration. They might not be as reliable though. Another option is to bring in some Earth males and empower them. In the extreme we might empower some females and free them, or convert them to males."
"Hephaestus, I don't like any of those options. Find a technical solution and I will run these by the council."
"All right, Zeus. I'll look into it."
The Slave Girl (How I helped win the war)
My name is Anne Carlyle. I live in Olympus, now, formerly of New York. I was an abused, addicted girl and Ramon, my 'boyfriend' was about to sacrifice me in a snuff film. I was rescued by Apollo, a real Greek God. He brought me back to Olympus, along with Ramon and his crew.
I had heard the story of Leda and the Swan when I was a girl. It wasn't a story. Apollo changed Ramon and his gang into women!
My government would have punished them with prison. There are no prisons on Olympus.
Apollo told me they think prison offends the integrity of both the offender and the jailer. I think he was being kind. He could have killed them or turned them into toads. Or done any of the terrible things humans have thought of through the ages to punish other humans.
Olympian men are Gods. They alone have the power and the responsibility. They are expected to act like it. Ramon and crew did not. Apollo simply decided that since they did not act like men, they should not be men.
When the Olympians roamed the Earth there were Gods and Goddesses. After they invented Jehovah they withdrew their overt presence from Earth. Later, the Goddesses betrayed the Gods and sought their death. They failed and were captured. The Gods took all the Goddesses power and made them as human women. Seeing into the female minds the Gods knew they could never be trusted. All females in Olympus are made slave, no matter their origin. All females born here wear silver chains while those from elsewhere wear gold. Women are not taught science or technology, only the fine arts.
Earth has always had slaves. Up until three hundred years ago there were only two kinds of people: slaves and owners. Oh, we had different names for them, but that's all it was. Now, people are 'free' but still trapped in the system. Here I was a slave girl in fact. But there are compensations. The Gods have incredible power and technology. Every female here has fantastic sex, is beautiful, and lives longer than Methuselah. I wore ankle chains, cuffs on my wrists, a tall, metal collar, and a ring in my nose. I'm told every woman on Olympus has these. Yet every woman I know glows with happiness. We know we are loved and safe.
When the Olympians bring a female here they make 'improvements.' I had been pretty with a boyish figure in New York. When I awoke here I was a man's wet dream.. I was now tall with a gorgeous face, large, erect 36D breasts, with long, slender legs and a slim waist. I was particularly proud of my nipples On Earth, my nipples were inverted. I hated them. When I woke up here they were not only normal, they were big and sensitive. I mean BIG, an inch long and half an inch wide. My lifespan was over 1000 years and my brain seemed to work better, faster. I think my libido was increased a lot, too. I now got aroused whenever I saw a man. Not a little hot. My pussy swelled up, my love juices started dripping out of me, and my knees got weak. Really. Just see a man and I was so, so ready to get laid. Every woman here is an 'Easy Lay.'
I had never been so happy. I wore chains because I had no choice. But otherwise I was so much freer than I was on Earth. I had no obligations but obedience. I learned to play music and dance, and most of all the art of the haetera. I was good at this. I was a performer. I had love and was free of all the niggling earth girl obligations: work, rent, dating, beauty, envy.
I knew I was weak. I never thought my own ideas or opinions were better than others. I never argued. I always agreed with other people or deferred to them. I never asserted my opinion on anything. It was so much easier to just go along. After I was brought here I realized I was a natural submissive. I got real pleasure from submission. I was born to be a slave. My chains were fitting. I would be enslaved no matter where I was. I had been Ramon's slave. I wasn't just obedient, I loved obeying men.
The Olympians bring women here from Earth all the time. No, they aren't traffickers like some kidnappers on Earth. They think of Earth as a kind of community improvement project. They are adding some of their genes to our pool. Girls are selected, brought here, and 'improved.' They don't make us immortal or some such. We get wonderful bodies, but more than looks, they teach our bodies how to effect repairs. I won't ever get sick. No virus or poison will ever affect me. I won't age for a long, long time. When we go back to Earth, we are better educated, healthy, and pregnant. We get to spend four or five years in paradise before we take our 'gift' home. The Olympians have agents on Earth that conceal the girl's absence and return to society. The chosen are glad we came and are able to return if they want. That's how I got rescued. Ramon had grabbed Alice with me and she was able to call on Apollo for help. I would be dead except for that.
Being a slave girl here is enormously better than my former life as in New York. There, although free, it was in name only. Here, although a slave girl, I am happy, respected, and have important responsibility. I love and am loved. Oh, yes, the sex here is mind blowing.
I was just a bystander in the war. All I did was organize a bunch of golds down on Earth. Hindi is one of the ancient Gods realms. I'm not sure whether the realms are on planets or something else. Anyway, the Hindis have great powers but they don't seem to be as impressive as the Olympians. I'm not sure how they compare, but a few Olympians conquered all Hindi in minutes. The Hindi's were disorganized after the Draks surprise invasion, but still.
Apollo told all his girls what happened, but not much detail. It seems that the Hindi women were all free and they were pretty much like on Earth. They wanted more power and were able to get some men to help them. Not many men in power, but a few. Anyway some women there had real political power. They were princesses and other kinds of royalty and there were some married to powerful men. These used their connections and bribery and played on their men's ambition. Everyone knew that Olympus was too powerful to conquer directly. They plotted to bring Draks to Hindi in secret and train them to be an organized army. Then they would send the Drak army to Earth. Olympians would go there to shut down the Draks and the Hindi army would conquer Olympus.
Only thing was, I, yes me, saw a discrepancy on Drak. My job was to watch activity on Drak. I told my boss and soon the Olympians investigated and found the Hindi's were training a Drak army. So they figured a way to reverse the Hindi transport and send the Draks all over Hindi instead of to Earth. They used the mental force of all the golds to power this 'reverser.' Even the ones already back on Earth. Anyway, the Hindi's were disorganized and almost leaderless after the Drak invasion. The Olympians just teleported in and took over. Zeus gave it back to Brahma. After he found out the whole thing was a plot by a small number of conspirators, mostly women.
So now the Hindi men are enslaving the women, just like Olympus. It seems females can't help plotting to achieve more power. I never had the chance, but I bet I'd be good at it if I wasn't already enslaved by a God that doesn't trust any female.
Chapter 2: Bonds & Lust
The light brightened in the room with the four females. Two slave girls entered with a rolling cart. Archana was first. She opened her eyes and saw th
e slaves. They wore silver slave collars and had large silver rings in the noses. As they worked on her she saw they had silver cuffs on their wrists with sturdy attachment rings. She couldn't move her body so she just closed her eyes and felt the girls fingers turn her into a slave and pony girl. Her pubic hair was removed and re-growth inhibited. Cuffs were put on her limbs and a collar around her neck. A wide metal belt or girdle snugly clamped around her waist. She felt the needle, but no pain as it pierced her in seven places and rings put in her flesh. Her septum, ears, and labia.
A disc with a hole in the middle was put on each nipple, followed by a hollow knurled cylinder. Finally her nipple was pulled out and a ring put in her piercing, to hold the cylinder and disc in place. Every ring save her nose supported a short chain and a bell. A bridle strapped around her head holding a rubber bit in her mouth, her tongue pushed through a slot in the rod. A chain linked her ankle cuffs. She was rolled over and her wrists fastened to the back of her collar, her arms held vertical and snug to her back. She was rolled back onto her arms and blackness descended as she was turned off.
The last one done was Megraj, though he didn't rate a man's name now. He watched the slaves as they worked on him. He could feel everything they did to him, without pain. He felt them shave his pubic hair, but it didn't feel right. They never touched my penis or balls. I felt their hands and implements pass straight across the center of my loins. How could they do that?
I felt it as they clamped metal bands on my ankles, then my wrists, then my neck. I saw my wrists as they lifted my limp arms. They were much smaller than I remembered. My arms were thick, bulging with muscle. Those I saw were slim with no muscle tone at all. Now I believed that I had been unconscious for months, atrophying away. But I felt good, strong, not weak. Before they put the wide belt on me they held it up and turned it around where I could see it. It was tiny, no more than seventeen inches across. It wouldn't fit on my thigh. Somehow it fit my waist. I felt the thing snug itself around my waist. Impossible.