Pony Girl Sentence (Slaves of Olympus Book 3) Page 3

  If you want any dinner, come here. I need to take your bit out so you can chew."

  I stood up and minced over, fearful of falling. I stood close to the bars.

  "Kneel, girl."

  I obeyed. What else could I do?

  "Scoot closer so I can get your bit out."

  I did. She reached through the bars and released the bit from the bridle. She pulled it out of my mouth. It was so good being able to move my tongue and close my mouth. I had been drooling continually.

  "Thank you. What should I call you?"

  "You're welcome, Dearie. You have to call every woman 'Mistress.' Didn't they tell you? If you don't we have to punish you." She slid a bowl under the bottom of the door. It had what looked like small balls of compressed food.

  "Can you release my hands, Mistress?"

  "Nope. Orders. They stay right where they are."

  "But, how can I eat?

  "Just lean over and use your mouth. Pretend you are a pony, girl. This is how all us girls eat, Dearie. Keeps us in our place, I reckon."

  "But, Mistress, why do you let them treat you like that? Don't you mind?"

  "Eat and I'll tell you. I've always eaten my food like this. What ever you get used to is normal, right? Besides, it makes sense. There's no tools to wash when I'm done, just a bowl. And you can eat whether your hands are locked up or not. And from the Master's side, we don't get to hold things that could be used as a weapon. Anyway, anything we could hold in our hands could only hurt another girl, not a Master."

  I stopped eating at this revelation. The core of any escape plan I had considered involved being able to disable a man during sex. I had been wondering how I could do this. "Why do you say that, Mistress?"

  "They're tougher than you can imagine. Its not like they are twice as strong as a girl. Its more like you're made of flesh and they're made of steel. Haven't you been picked up by one yet? I was on a work crew cutting trees. A big one, more than a foot thick and tall, fell badly and was about to crush a pony team puling a cart. Master Alan just grabbed the falling tree, picked it up and tossed it a hundred feet away. They are tough. Usually they are gentle with us, but you couldn't hurt them with anything you can lift."

  "But, Mistress, if a knife couldn't hurt them, why don't they let us eat with our hands?"

  "Like I said, Dearie. It reminds us we're just livestock. Keeps us in our place. Now finish up. I have the others to tend to."

  "Yes, Mistress." Boy. I was going to have to abandon any idea of violence. Damn. The only paths I could see were deviousness and honesty. Even if my hands and feet were free, its hard to be devious when you're belled.

  I finished and licked the bowl clean. I had a little on my nose ring. She wiped it off and picked up the bowl. "Thank you, Mistress, how do the men get so strong? Surely they can't be born that way. One kick in the womb would kill their mother."

  "I've tended some young children. The boys and girls are about the same. The boys grow up and become Gods. I don't know how. The girls don't. The boys got sent to a school when they were maybe sixteen. That's when the girls get their chains and slave training starts. When the men come back they are powerful like Gods. I sometimes wonder what a girl would be like if they got sent to that school. The men don't talk about it.

  "Lean over here again. I have to put your bit back in."

  "Oh no, mistress. Please don't gag me. I'll be very quiet. I promise."

  "Orders, Dearie. If I have to come in there, I'll twist those fancy nipple things another notch."

  My nipples already hurt so much. I couldn't bear more. "All right, Mistress." I leaned forward and opened my mouth for her. She slid it over my tongue and fastened it back in place. I was silenced and felt the drool building up. She pushed the cart away and I was alone again. I lay on my side on the bench and tried to sleep. The sharp pain in my nipples metamorphosed into a dull ache all through my breasts. I dozed off only to be pulled awake when my breasts touched the bench. I had a bad night.

  The next day she took my bit out and removed the bridle. That was a gift. Then she turned the nipple clamps down so they didn't hurt. I was pain free.

  "Now, Dearie, If you're good, I won't have to turn them back up."

  "Yes, Mistress. I'll be good." I was ashamed of my lack of will power. One day of pain and I had been broken.

  She pulled me to a wall and fastened my collar to a wall ring. I was facing the wall.

  "I've got to change your hands now. Any trouble and the nipple clamps get tightened."

  "Yes, Mistress. I won't give you any trouble."

  She showed me a metal bar two feet long. It had a ring on each end and one in the middle. She released my hands. They flopped down like a pair of dead fish. I couldn't move them. The middle ring locked to the back of my collar where my hands had been. Then she locked one hand at each end of the bar. My hands were now held just above my shoulders. Still helpless. She released my collar from the wall ring. I fluttered my hands and arms. At least I could stretch my shoulders a bit. I was still quite helpless but it should be more comfortable.

  Little Resistance

  I called out, "This is Kitty. Can you hear me?"

  I heard Lily, Megan and Shirley answer me with their new names.

  "I'm helpless. I'm locked in a cell and my hands and feet are chained. Are any of you able to do anything?"

  All responded they were secured the same way,

  "I have this painful clamp on my nipple. It sounded like we all were clamped. Did anyone see anything that might help us escape?"

  We were so trapped and helpless. I had wanted so badly to free the Olympian women from their slavery. My plan had almost worked. It was so close. I still don't know what happened. It was working perfectly when the damned Draks appeared all over Hindi. What a madhouse. The next thing I knew I was arrested and taken to Brahma. He had understood what we had done as soon as he looked into my mind. He didn't say anything to me. I had awakened in cursed Olympus already altered for their slavery. They showed me what they had done while I just lay there, unable to move or even close my eyes. My body was younger, more fit, I had a teenager's slender body with full breasts and hips. They had put a collar and cuffs on me and told me I would live a long time, and be in lust all my life. LUST. No. I would not show attraction to any male. I was their equal.

  "We must resist these devils. We must not submit to their slavery. We may be their prisoners, but we must not fail to resist. Are you with me?" There was an uncomfortable pause. "Well, are you with me?"

  Lily said, "Kitty. we are helpless and want our Master so bad. I'm afraid of what he will do to me if I resist.... Well, I like it. I've never felt so aroused before."

  Shirley spoke up, "Kitty, we tried our best to win, but we lost. I don't see any chance for us to escape. I know I will give in to pain and pleasure and do whatever my Master tells me to do. I don't think I have the will resist. I'm sorry."

  Megan spoke last, " Kitty, I feel like the others. We are in the power of Olympus. Once I would have fought to the death. I had honor and duty. That is gone. Now I only have lust and pain. I will obey them and love them for I have no choice. I'm sorry, but we are helpless and resistance is futile. I will try and be the best pony girl I can. I have no wish to be a slave, but I don't think I can stop myself."

  "Get some rest my friends. I know how inevitable this feels. Keep alert for any opportunity. Goodnight."

  Once a week, or so, Joanie, the wardress would take me to a shower room and wash me off. It was the only time the bar connecting my hands was freed from the back of my collar. They ached when released and I couldn't move them. She took me down the hall, through a solid door and chained me to a wall by my collar. Then she released the bar holding my hands and fastened a hanging chain to it. The chain clattered up into the ceiling and my hands raided until I was on tiptoes. Then she hosed me down with a biting stream of cold water. It was painful on my breasts and pussy. Then she lathered me all over. She paid special attention to my b
reasts and pussy. Then hosed me down again. She would towel me down with a rough cloth. I would come out feeling like I had been whipped all over. She would lower the bar and lock it to my collar and take me back to my cell.

  One day I noticed it was quiet in my cell. I called out to the others but no one answered me. I was alone. I screamed but only a faint echo answered me. I quailed inside. I hadn't seen them in weeks, but we talked every day. Now I was alone, naked, in a dungeon. I wanted to die. I was so lonely and helpless.

  Joanie brought me dinner when it was dark outside my window. I knelt as close to her as the bars allowed. She was scant company, but all I had. I waited for her to speak.

  "Well, Dearie, you've got the whole place to yourself now. The others got moved early this morning."

  "Yes, Mistress, I know. Can you tell me why I am still here?"

  "All's I know is that the master says you're not ready yet."

  "Mistress, I don't know what to do. I'm so sorry but I can't undo what's already done."

  "Dearie, I don't think its what you've done, or how sorry you are. What all the men care about is whether you think you're their property. Its all about submission. Are you ready to be a slave with your heart and soul. Do you still want to be free?"

  "Mistress, I'm ready. I'm broken. Please tell Master."

  Visitors

  The routine was unchanging. After my cleansing she would pull me up against the bars, facing out, so my breasts stuck out between the bars. She would tie my nose ring tight to a bar so I couldn't move my head. She would pull my legs out and tie my ankles to bars. Another short piece of rope pulled my waistband tight to the bars.

  I always said, "Mistress, please don't tie me like this. Its too tiring and besides, anyone who looks in can touch me."

  She always said, "You sure make a lot of fuss over people touching you. I have a nice pillory waiting for you if you'd rather. I can tweak your cat if you need to relax."

  My first time I was so desperate for anything new I considered it. I was sorry I refused her help after a couple of hours.

  Now I always say, "Yes, please, Mistress." Then the play repeats, line for line. I never know if its brand new for her or if she just likes the banter.

  She reaches her fingers to my pussy and rubs. She shoves past my labia lips and strokes me inside. It feels wonderful. She pulls her fingers up to her nose and sniffs.

  "I know you like this. Some girls take to being tied up like they were raised that way. Here."

  She sticks her fingers under my nose. They are fragrant with my scent.

  "Clean them up, Dearie."

  I lick her fingers clean, becoming more aroused every second. "Please finger me, Mistress," I beg. My dignity has long since fled, arm in arm with my pride. I always need to come.

  She fingers me to a wonderful climax then leaves me hanging on the bars.

  I stood there a long time becoming tired. Then, something new, I heard footsteps. Several people. Well I couldn't move. They would see all of me in my shame. No, slaves are not permitted pride or shame. Everything they are or do is their master's will.

  The wardress led the way. Then I saw Alexander and a slave girl. He stopped in front of me. My traitorous body flamed with lust. My God, how I wanted him.

  "Hello Kitty, you're looking good. Have you learned anything since you've been here?"

  "I...I, Master, I understand I wronged your people. I'm not sorry I tried to free your women, but I acted badly and I deserve to be a slave. Please punish me as much as you feel I deserve. When my punishment is done, please forgive me and love me."

  "Kitty, your statement sounds mature and reasonable. You should remember that all Olympian men can see your thoughts. You learned how to be a manipulative princess on Hindi. Trying to play me will always earn you punishment. Joanie, open the door, please. And bring a whip or cane."

  Damn. I know I sounded sincere. I meant part of it. I wanted him to fuck me.

  "I'm sorry, Master. I just wanted you to like me."

  Joanie returned and handed a short whip to Alexander. He handed it to Anne.

  Her nametag said she was 'Anne." She sauntered into the cell and out of my line of sight. I couldn't turn my head. Joanie had tied my nose ring to a bar. I realized I was shaking. I was going to be whipped. I had fucked up big time, but it wasn't right to whip a helpless girl! I felt the whip touch my bottom, just touch me and slide across me from left to right. It left me and I cringed. I knew it was going to strike. I waited and shook. Then I heard a swish and felt the whip slash across my back. I screamed and pressed hard against the bars. "Please Master. I'm sorry. I was not born a slave. Its hard to lose myself."

  "Anne, give her twenty, please."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Kitty, take this to heart. If you lie to me again, it will be fifty. Listen to your trainer and try hard to understand: you are no longer a person. You are property. As a consequence of your actions. Your king has given you to Olympus for punishment. The punishment will end when I see in your mind you are no longer the person who orchestrated the attack. Joan tells me you think you are broken to slavery. You are almost correct. When you no longer want freedom, you will be ready to move on. Then you will be my slave. You will never be free but you will be happy."

  The whip striped my back and ass, over and over. I screamed and screamed until the whip stopped. Sometime later Joanie untied me from the bars and I collapsed on my bench. I hurt all over. I hurt so bad. I hated him. I loved him. I had been stupid. I felt like my back was cut to ribbons, but there was no blood on the bench.

  People came by and looked at me every now and then. Many slaves came to see the animals in our cages. Some men too. My universe was tiny, circumscribed by three short walls and the bars. I was so starved for company I savored the people who came. It became normal for girls to come and look at me. Often they wanted to touch me. I was the slave of all them. I obeyed their every command. I enjoyed my submission. I wish my master would come and subjugate me. I was so ready.

  ...

  "Hello, Kitty."

  I turned and saw Alexander.

  " Hello, Master."

  "How are you feeling, Kitty?"

  "Master, I know I can't lie to you. Look in my mind and see the truth. I am so frustrated at being kept here, unable to serve you. I want to be your slave. I don't care how you treat me. Whip me every day. Make me work until I drop. Punish me. I beg you to make use of me. Let me obey you and serve you. I exist for your pleasure. Please use me.

  "Your sentence is for life, Kitty. Where you spend it is a good question. Where would you like to be?"

  "Master, I want to be at your feet. I beg you to accept me as your slave. I'm nothing without your will to obey. I am your slave. I want to serve you. I want to give you pleasure. I'm on hold here and I want to obey you and serve you. You said I would be a pony girl. Let me pull your cart, please, Master."

  He opened the door and walked into my cell. He walked up to me, pulled me close and kissed me hard. Joanie was right, he felt like he was made of stone, he was so hard. My lust crescendoed out of sight as he held me. I felt my love juices streaming down my leg. I was so hot. I moaned, "please fuck me master, please."

  He took out his cock. It was big and impressive. "Service me, Kitty."

  He released me and I dropped to my knees. I kissed and licked the tip of his cock then I took it in my mouth. My God, he tasted so good. The pre-cum I tasted on his tip was sweet and good. I think it might be addictive. I sucked and sucked. I pumped my head in and out. It was making me even hotter. I felt my pussy clenching. I wanted him in me. I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was afraid he would get so big he would choke me. He pushed me off and lay me on the floor. I spread my knees as wide as I could. My pussy was sopping and clenching at air. He slid his engorged member into my cunt with the wonderful slippery friction of my love juices. It had been ages since I had an orgasm. I came so hard and fast. He kept pumping and my arousal hardly faltered before I was ready ag
ain. He gave me three quick orgasms before he stopped. He flipped me over and lifted my ass up in the air. Then I felt his stiff prick force its way into my asshole. I gasped, but I didn't scream. I was his to do with as he pleased. I felt him pump me up a couple of times before he came and filled me to overflowing. After a moment he pulled out.

  "Don't move for an hour, Kitty." He left and locked the door of my cage.

  I stayed on the floor, ass in the air, until Joanie brought dinner. She ordered me to come over to the bars and eat. I was still floating on my post orgasmic high. I wanted to be fucked again. I realized I was being conditioned to be dependent on Alexander and sex.

  Chapter 3 : The Cage

  He took me to a large room containing several chairs and tables of all sizes, but dominated by a barred cell, a cage. It sat in the middle of the room and consisted of four walls of bars with a barred door. Its only contents were two pails and three slave girls, my friends. He removed my bit and hung it on a hook. He put me in the cell an walked out. We greeted each other with kisses since were all still helplessly chained.

  We all still had leashes on our nose rings. He returned after a long delay and took me out of the cell. Without a word he led me to a small room whose only furniture was a solid chair-like thing. A large phallus rose from the seat. It was big. My lust was unabated and I longed to have it in me. I felt my sopping cunt spread open as I looked at the phallus with longing. He backed me up to the chair and took my shoulders in his big hands. He lowered me onto the phallus and I was lost in a world of unbearable joy. I don't remember anything but repeated, incredible orgasms. They stopped and I sat there unable to move. Finally he came back and took me off the chair. My lust returned as he entered the room. He lifted me off the phallus and I leaned against him.

  When I could stand, he led me out and to another room. I was strapped down to a trestle. My arms still locked to my collar. Would I ever get to use them again? My legs were strapped to the trestle legs and my neck was locked in a deep cradle. I could move nothing. My lust continued and I hoped I would feel his cock thrust in me.