Pony Girl Sentence (Slaves of Olympus Book 3) Read online

  I felt them spread my legs wide and I feared the worst. They were going to castrate me! But no, I felt them grasp two sensitive flaps of skin and separate them. I couldn't understand what I felt. They were holding skin, fingers on both sides and pulling. I didn't feel my penis and its unique presence. What had they done to me? I felt the needle push through my skin, not as pain, but as a separation. The needle left and the blunt rings entered my flesh and became joined. I felt the weight as they were released and heard the bells chiming as they fell. I felt the bells rolling along the skin of my thighs. I didn't know when or how it was done, but I recognized the unmistakable geometry of a female cunt.

  I knew black despair. I wallowed in defeat and longing for my lost manhood. The girls worked on my breasts next. I couldn't see them, but I felt their hands massaging my new mammary glands. I was ashamed at how good it felt. They stroked and massaged. They licked and sucked and my nipples, already large, grew rock hard and ached. I felt the needles part the engorged flesh. The discs settled around their base like washers on a screw. The snug cylinders were screwed onto them. My nipples were pulled far out and rings put in the holes left by the needles. The bells and chain were heavy and were permanent when the ring closed. Tears leaked out of my eyes.

  The slaves now worked on my nose. I could see them clearly. Their large nose rings were prominent in my vision. I knew I would wear one too. I felt the punch enter my nose, heard the click. and felt the pressure as a quarter inch hole was punched through my septum. The grommet was set with the same feel of pressure. I watched, cross eyed, as the two halves of the ring approached and joined together. I felt the heavy weight laying on my upper lip. A bridle was strapped around my head holding a rubber bit in my mouth, my tongue pushed through a slot in the rod. Now I knew the Olympian's vengeance was more terrible than death. I would be a female slave for a long, long time.

  When all were done the girls left with their empty cart and the light dimmed. Four sleeping females were ready for the next step.

  Later, the light increased and a man entered the room. He woke all four but left them turned off. He spoke, "Females, you are my property. You have been given to me to be punished and trained. Your destiny is to become beasts of burden. My livestock. You are the lowest slaves. Everyone is superior to you and you will obey every other person, male or female. My name is Alexander, son of Apollo. You will address me and every man as Master and every female you meet as Mistress. Apollo has given you to me."

  He walked to me. I watched his hand approach my inert body. He held a metal plate so I could read it then he put it on my collar. It said 'I am Kitty. I belong to Alexander.' Then he fastened a leash to my nose ring and touched a spot on my bier. Instantly I could feel my body come alive. I felt ... helpless and ... aroused. Suddenly I was filled with lust. This man was incredibly desirable. I wanted him to love me..no, to fuck me hard. What had they done to me? I can't feel like this. Not about this man. He was my jailor, my torturer. I had not felt this way since my first love. My logic wailed helplessly against my lust. I wanted him in me. I was wet. My love juices were flowing into my vagina. I felt my nipples swelling, getting rock hard.

  "Up, girl."

  He tugged on my nose ring. It hurt. I got off the platform as fast as I could, under the painful urging of his hand. My lust was unabated. I pushed my body against him. He was big and hard. My eyes were level with his chest.

  "I name you Kitty. You will answer to that name and no other. Nod if you understand."

  I looked at him. He reached out and took hold of my right nipple ring. I realized how vulnerable I was and nodded my head. He held on to the ring and used his other hand, the one holding my leash and took hold of my nose ring. He lifted it until I was standing on my toes and staring at the ceiling.

  "I have several duties to you. First is to punish you for your deeds. Second is to teach you to be an obedient and skilled pony girl. It will be my pleasure to enjoy your body how and when I wish. You will obey my slightest wish. I will punish you for disobedience, balkiness, or any unpleasing behavior. You hesitated to obey me."

  He released my nose ring and took hold of the cylinder on my right nipple. He twisted the two halves. I felt a sharp pain in my nipple. I gasped. He twisted the left cylinder. I gasped again. Both my nipples hurt. I moaned around my bit. Then he twisted them back and the pain was removed. Only the memory remained in my flesh. Another reminder of my vulnerability. Every time he touched me my lust for him grew. It was agony being so close to heaven and unable to grasp it.

  He led me into the next room, empty save for two poles four feet apart. They ran from floor to ceiling supporting a cross bar about waist high. There were rings all over the walls no more than 12 inches apart in many rows. He positioned me with my belly against the crossbar and pulled my torso down across it. He clipped my leash to a ring on the wall in front of me. A belt of some flexible material tightened across my waist. pulling the bar into my belly. Then he lowered the bar several inches until my ass stuck up above my waist. He pulled my feet as far apart as possible and secured them somehow. I felt him wrap cord or rope around my knees and tug them apart hard. My muscles and tendons were stretched tight.

  I couldn't move a muscle. My nose ring was pulled tight to the far wall. I couldn't see anything but the wall. I was totally surprised when the whip laid a fiery stripe across my lifted bottom cheeks. I cried out, but only a muffled wail passed my bit. Again and again for a total of ten strokes, he heated my ass. Each lash was accompanied with my muffled wails.

  Unfair, she thought. I haven't done anything here to earn punishment. Maybe this is just the start of my punishment for the Drak plan. No, my enslavement as a pony girl is for that. This is different. Certainly not this hard. Then she knew. He had whipped her solely for his pleasure. She had done nothing. The stark reality of her situation was driven home. She was there for his pleasure as well as her punishment.

  Other feelings floated to the surface as the whipping progressed. My pussy was sopping wet. I was still in lust. The pain in my bottom changed into arousal and pleasure. By the time the whip stopped my belly was awash with my love juices. I was sopping wet and felt a surge of pleasure when the whip landed. My traitorous body had responded to his aggression with complete submission. Then I felt his thick cock slide easily into my sopping cunt. I tried to resist the simmering inferno in my belly, but my efforts were useless. My control was lost as my Master increased the speed and depth of his penetrations. His irresistible male strength slammed into my ass. His cock ravaged my body, driving me to the brink of the sanity. Oh, yes, please. Harder. With one mighty jolt I was flung over the edge into a massive orgasm that shook the core of my being. My belly spasmed in hot spurts of molten love juice.

  Thrashing, pulling painfully at my nose ring. My body shook in the grasp of a huge orgasm imposed on me by my Master. My nostrils flared around the large ring he had had placed in my nose. Struggling to suck in desperately needed air. His hard fingers stroked and fondled the dangling breasts swaying under me. He twisted my painful, swollen, ringed nipples, making my bells ring in my ears. My lust continued unabated.

  I tried to hold on to some control, but it was hopeless. My body was under his control now. Coherent thought was lost as he increased the tempo and strength of his thrusts. He forced me into a second, much bigger orgasm as his hot seed flooded into my heated core.

  My entire body was out of control. My belly was a sexual inferno sending a hot flood of love juice around my Master's deeply buried flesh. My pussy was spasming around him, trying to pull him deeper, hold him longer.

  I had submitted completely to the slavery I no longer wanted to resist. If I could have moved or spoken, I would have knelt at his feet and submitted myself to him. I wanted to obey him with all my heart.

  I heard my moan escape my bit as he pulled from me. I hung limply in my bonds as he left. I had long moments to stare blindly at the wall before me. My mind swirled with erotic dreams of bondage and subjugat
ion. I dreamed of being displayed in my helpless naked state to men who would utterly control me, dominate me. I would be the sex toy of all and the most erotic female they had ever imagined. I would obey their every wish with fervor and passion unimagined. I would drive men mad with desire. I would be every man's dream slut. I would be obedient and aroused. They would use my body for work and pleasure. I would always be helpless putty in their hands. Men would mold me into their dream slave.

  He returned and released me. I was shocked by the depth of my sexual submission and eyed the whip on his belt with affection and fear as he worked. He led me to the wall in the first room and clipped my leash to a ring. I was silent and helpless in my pain. I stood there and watched him as he went to the next girl. I recognized her face. It was Leelavathi, my second in command, but her body was different. She looked like a model. She was perfect. I watched as he repeated the process with her. She was named Lily. He demonstrated her nipple pain devices too, before taking her into the room with the poles. He closed the door. I was distraught. He was my Master. Why had he taken her in that room. I heard nothing, but I could imagine him placing her in the frame and whipping her. I was jealous then reality landed on my soul. He owned us and he would take his pleasure as he wanted. Slave's preferences, choices, or opinions don't matter to anyone. Not even them. I could only have my Master's love when he gave it. Not when I wanted it. I felt the tears flowing down my cheeks. I cried for lost opportunities and lost love.

  Eventually, he opened the door and led Lily to me and fastened her leash to the back of my collar. I tried to grasp it with my fingers but it was not in reach. I despaired. I was helpless and in lusty need.

  Soon Shirley, nee Aashirya joined us. Linked together by our collars and nose rings as the fourth slave girl was taken to the whip. I didn't recognize her. She was named Megan.

  I was helplessly pulled along by the leash fixed to my nose ring. Resistance caused harsh pain. I followed, meekly, obediently responsive to the pull on my nose. The evil devices made my nipples hurt and quelled any thought of resistance. My captor was huge, much larger than I had been as a male. My traitor body felt lust for him. I felt my loins become damp with my fluids as he led me through the door. I fought this as much as I could. I willed my body to stop, dry up. I was not attracted to men. I was not. Yet, this body I inhabited was attracted to men. I wondered at my inability to control my body's desires. Were women as out of control like this often? Was it pheromones, hormones? I didn't know.

  He fastened me across a bar with my legs widespread. and my leash pulled tight to the far wall. I shook my head, the only thing I could do. I tried to say 'NO,' but I couldn't form a word, just moans came out. I was perfectly positioned to be fucked and I loathed the thought. I wasn't a woman, inside, where it counted. I wasn't.

  The cut of the whip across my raised ass was a shock. I cried out but my bit held it to a soft wail. He whipped me many times. Stroke after stinging stroke crisscrossed my ass. I knew I had been cut to pieces. The pain from every stroke was sharp and biting. The constant pain in my nipples was overshadowed by the fierce bite of the whip. I could feel it slice my flesh. Then it stopped and the pain in my ass turned to a dull heat. My belly was trembling and the heat seeped into my belly. I felt liquid running down my thighs and my loins ached. My lust was even stronger, no longer swamped by the cutting pain of the whip. Damn it. Stop it!

  Then what I feared most. I felt his cock enter me. My pussy was spread wide as his rigid shaft impaled me. Damn it again. But it felt sooo good. I felt it slowly push into me, sending a wonderful thrill up my body as it touched every delicate nerve in me. He began a slow, rhythmic motion. In Out In Out and every motion made my arousal climb higher and higher. I had known wonderful sex as a man, but this was so much more intense. Every strong thrust made my body scream in pleasure. Every strong thrust made me his property. I was helpless and in his control and I loved it. I heard low moans of pleasure fighting past my bit. I hated this. I loved this. My every conscious thought was to resist. Fight it. My body obstinately ignored me, becoming more excited and tense at every stroke. Suddenly the dam broke and I felt the ecstasy of fulfillment. The wonderful bliss of my body joining to a male in the ultimate of pleasure. I felt my juices flooding around his cock and my vagina muscles spasming to hold him in me and drive him deeper. As I recovered, I felt him still in me, still hard. He was waiting for me. I could feel him. still vital, still ready, just waiting for me.

  I became a slave girl at that moment. Naked, whipped, unable to move or speak. I was a vessel of pleasure for a male. I was so filled with ecstasy at my domination that I would not have traded places with the male. Whatever he had done, however he made me feel this way, that was all I ever wanted again.

  His fingers found my breasts, my swollen, ringed and belled nipples. They were already sore from his nasty clamp. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure his fingers gave me. He played with my so sensitive body parts as he started moving inside me. My arousal shot up again, my nipples were throbbing as he played with them. He lifted my bells and dropped them and the sudden tug drove me insane. I twisted my torso to swing my breasts to make more stimulation. He followed them and fondled my breasts most delightfully. His cock was hard and his thrusts hard. Then I felt his spend, hot in my belly. I responded instantly with my own orgasm. Our hot juices mixing, merging, flowing down my love tunnel. I think I swooned at that moment for the next thing I knew, he was withdrawing his diminished member from me. I felt happy. I was no longer confused or conflicted. I was a slave girl and my Master had used me for his pleasure. My pleasure was immeasurable. I loved my Master and I was a girl. Life was pretty good, all in all. I relaxed and awaited orders.

  He released me from the bar. I looked at him and my lust for him grew large again. I couldn't speak and my hands were lost to me so I did the only thing I could. I pressed my forehead against his chest and rubbed my nipples back and forth. I whimpered.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed that, my little pony girl. You have now been christened a woman as well as my slave." He used my leash to lead me back to the other slaves. He fastened my leash to the collar of one of them.

  Alexander, my Master, said, "Megan is another member of your conspiracy. You may not recognize her. You knew her as Megraj, Lily's husband. Since he did not act as a man should, his sex was changed so he could share your punishment. She has just had her first slave orgasm but still has much to learn."

  I felt myself turning red, my skin heating unbidden. I lowered my eyes. Now these women also knew my disgrace, knew I had once been a powerful man. I wanted to hide but my master held my leash. I was twice naked, my shame multiplied. I did the only thing I could. I looked at each one in turn and smiled.

  Kitty stared at Megan. She was a beautiful woman, no trace of the male. Was it true? Megan was blushing and trying to close in on herself. She refused eye contact. Maybe it was true. Look at what they did to my body and Lily's. The Olympian's power was awesome. Why did we try to change them? We were so full of ourselves. Our ignorance was exceeded only by our arrogance. We deserve this. Then Megan changed. She raised her eyes and smiled. Then she made eye contact with each of us slaves. Unable to speak, she was saying she was one of us and good.

  The Dungeon

  He removed my leash from the wall and led us out of the room. We were clumsy at first, unaccustomed to our hobbled stride. Eventually we got better as we learned to shorten our stride.

  We walked long halls, passing curious slaves and men. None spoke to us but two of the men felt my breast as we passed them. I was horrified but couldn't even object. We descended stairs into a darker space. Bare concrete floors and heavy steel doors with massive locks. The walls changed from smooth colored walls to bare concrete. We entered a hall lined on one side by small cells. We were locked in them, one to a cell. Mine had three concrete walls with large steel rings hanging on them. The front was all thick bars with a sliding gate. There was a wooden bench - my bed, I guess. The floor wa
s dirty and had a waste hole in the corner in a small depression. Water trickled out of a rusty spigot above it. There was a tiny barred window letting in some light. There was no other light in the cell. I could see a light burning in the corridor.

  I took stock. I was in constant pain from the devices on my nipples. A simple twist was all it would take to remove the pain. But I was helpless to twist them. My hands were locked to the back of my collar and useless. My ankles were chained together. Rings in my nose, labia lips and nipples. Bells hanging from all the rings save my nose. The rubber bit strapped in my mouth kept me silent. And I was hungry. At least I had water and a waste disposal system. I paced around my new home, bells chiming with every step. Besides the racket, the incessant tugging of them in my flesh was arousing me. My pussy and my nipples were being stimulated by every swing of the bells. I kept walking in hopes I could climax from the motion. I soon realized it was just enough to keep me aroused but not enough to climax. I looked thoughtfully at the bench. The damn corners were rounded off so there were no points sharp enough to help. I hurt and I missed my hands. What a miserable way to leave me. I knew I would be frightened when it got dark.

  I settled on the hard bench, trying to find a way to be comfortable. It seemed impossible. I squirmed and fidgeted, my bells chiming my frustration. I heard my neighbor's bells and knew they were as miserable as I. Slight comfort. Misery may love company, but not so much when we can't talk about it.

  Food came when the light through the window faded. A cheerful Amazon, she wore slave chains but her hands were free, she pushed a cart down the corridor.

  "Come over here, Dearie."

  I just looked at her. Afraid to move. Afraid of anyone with hands to use.