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

  We were stood back up and told, "Again. Focus."

  I was led back to the head of the line and pushed into the maw. My nipples hurt. My ass hurt. I was fiercely determined to not be distracted. I jerked my foot up as high as possible and jammed it forward. My foot cut a circular path down and slapped on the floor. The blows rained down on me. I ignored them. The only thing that mattered was my feet and their perfect geometric motion. I kept my hobble chain taut as I made my trailing foot cut a perfect half circle up and forward, forward and down. Repeat. The blows were a storm of stinging gnats on my breasts, my legs, even my pussy. I ignored them. Finally, they stopped. I was through. I was sure I had done it perfectly. I was led forward and turned to watch the other ponies. Lily stumbled as did Shirley. Megan looked like she did well.

  "Lily and Shirley. Bend over and don't move. They each received another six stripes with the cane. The both screamed at each blow.

  "Bring Kitty and Megan to the spanking benches."

  I was devastated. I though we would get orgasms as reward, but no. We were strapped down so our chests were on the bench. Our breasts fell through cutouts and dangled below us. Our feet were pulled forward and our asses hung out over the edge of the benches.

  Alexander came to me and Ravi to Megan. They both had leather straps. "You both did well. You will be rewarded."

  Alexander hit my reddened ass with the broad strap. The pain was less than the cane. Broader, hotter, less sharp. I felt my heat flow into my body. He rubbed my ass with his fingers. My arousal grew. He hit me again. I moaned, partly from the pain, but also with pleasure. He stroked my pussy with his fingers. I felt my love juices wetting my pussy lips. His third stroke had me moaning in pleasure and begging for more.

  I climaxed at the fourth stroke, spasming and screaming my pleasure. He thrust his fingers in my pussy and finger fuck ed me. I climaxed again. He gave me two more strokes with the strap and they were pure pleasure. They left us there while Shirley and Lily learned to high step. Eventually they joined us on the benches and received their orgasms. My, they were noisy.

  Busy hands released us from the benches and we were positioned kneeling in a line on the floor.

  "You have all learned the high step. Use it all the time. Now, you were all important people. I'm sure you did not get to experience the joy of giving orgasms to other women. This is your next task. You will eat the pussy of every woman here until they reach orgasm. You will be encouraged to reach your best performance. Do not move anything but your tongue and lips until I tell you to. Go."

  The women lined up in front of us. The first woman stepped close and I looked into her golden bush.

  "Well, get on with it," she said. She took my leash in her hand and pulled my face into her pussy. I smelled her fragrance. It was musk and spice and fruit. She smelled great. But I didn't know what to do. I had never 'eaten out' a woman before. I felt the slap of a crop hitting my already tender ass. Then my training kicked in and I started licking her pussy lips. She said, "That feels good. Harder." Another slap on my other cheek.

  She tugged up on my nose ring and I obediently buried my face in her foliage. It was lush and fragrant. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and she moaned in pleasure. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I nibbled and sucked and licked. Her love juices started wetting my lips. It tasted just as good as before. I sucked it up. It tasted good like I had never tasted before. I used my teeth to gently pull on her clit and she climaxed with a throaty scream. She straightened up, released my leash and patted my head. "Good girl."

  It was demeaning but I reveled in delight at doing a good job.

  The next slave girl picked up my leash. "Do me just as good as you did Amber."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  When we had finished we were cleaned off and returned to the cage. It was an uncomfortable night. In the morning we were fed and put into a coffle. Our nose leashes fastened to the collar of the pony in front of us. Alexander led us outside to a barn. "This is your stable. You will spend many hours here."

  Inside he fastened my leash to a ring on the wall and used another chain to fasten Megan's collar to a different ring. Our chain was taut and we dared not move. He bridles on our heads, bits in our mouths and put tall purple plumes on our bridles. He left.

  Chapter 4 : Pony Girl Trainer

  "Master, what of my job watching the Draks?"

  "Vulcan's team is changing that system to eliminate the flaws the Hindis exploited. You won't need to go back for a while. Since your old job is on hold I've found you another position.

  Zeus has appointed my son, Alexander, ambassador to Hindi. He will go there in a few months when he completes his training. He will need an able assistant and of course a woman. I am giving you to him."

  "Master...Master, you are giving me away? But I love you. I don't want to leave you. Please don't do this. I can't live without you."

  "Anne, sleep."

  Blackness claimed me. When I woke, I was being held, like a baby, in Apollo's strong arms. I felt my accustomed lust.

  "Anne."

  I heard Apollo's voice but it was from across the room. I turned my head and saw Apollo sitting in a wide chair. I looked up at the face of the man holding me. It wasn't Apollo, but it almost was.

  "Anne, I am Alexander, Apollo's son. You are mine now and I will care for you as my father has."

  Maybe I was hasty. I could like this guy. What's the difference between two Gods, anyway. Still, was my absence going to make Apollo feel bad? Of course not. He has at least twenty five naked slave girls at his beck and call. And they all want him as badly as I did.

  "Alexander, Master, am I your only slave girl?"

  "For now. I can get more if I want them."

  "Alex, Master, I'm the only girl you will ever need. I guarantee it."

  Apollo laughed. "Alex, I don't think I warned you that Anne already has the confidence of a Goddess. Be careful."

  "I intend to father." He stood me on the floor. "Submit to me Anne."

  I knelt before him. I knew the oath well.

  "Master, I am Anne, your slave. I am your property forever and will obey you completely in all things. Command me Master. May I service you as a sign of my submission?”

  "Anne, service me now."

  I lowered my head to his crotch and gently lowered his zipper with my teeth. I worked for minutes to free his semi-rigid cock. When free I licked and kissed its tip. When it was fully erect I took it in my mouth and sucked. My head bobbed in and out as I made the ultimate sexual submission a girl can give a man. He stopped me before he climaxed and said, "Anne, you are now my property. I will keep you safe and cherish you. When I discipline you, or pleasure you, it will be from love. I will treat you as a rare and valuable treasure, and you will always wear my chains." He lifted me high into his arms and kissed me. When he broke the kiss he shifted me back into the cradle I woke in.

  "Put me down you big lug, Master. I can walk fine."

  "Quiet little one, you do not give orders, besides, we aren't walking far." Then we vanished.

  Here, men have godlike powers and are the masters. Below them are women, the slaves. The slaves have a hierarchy too. I was on top as a gold, a girl brought here from Earth and destined to go back someday. Next are silvers, females not from Earth. The top silvers are older. Not in appearance, they all look young and sexy and get the same types of jobs as golds. We manage the place for the men. Then come young silvers and on the bottom are those who do menial tasks. They clean and garden and farm. The lowest of all the slaves are pony girls. I think they are being punished but maybe not all. I don't know but they work hard and suffer the strictest bondage.

  Master took me to the stable. He had several pony girls there I had seen before. Four new pony girls were waiting for us. They had beautiful hair and bodies. All had long, dark hair tied back in severe ponytails, of course. They were in coffle, linked by chains between their collars. Each end of the chain locked to a wall and their hand
s fastened to the backs of their collars. All their restraints were silver. Ankle chains, of course, and pony boots strapped on their feet. Forcing them to put all their weight on the ball of their foot. Their collars already had their name tags and bells attached.

  I noticed they had some things I had not seen before. They had broad metal belts tight on their waists with several sturdy staples. I did not remember seeing those belts on the other girls here. I went to the closest girl and inspected the belt. It was cinched so tight it was sunk into her skin. I felt around her waist. She jumped but was so restrained she could barely move, so she only grunted at me. She will get used to others touching her soon. It was like a metal waist cincher or corset. I turned her around, looking for a join. It appeared to be a solid band of metal. I remembered the other pony girls I had seen had waist belts of leather. These were prettier and looked permanent. They were sunk so deep in the skin it didn't look workable to cut it off.

  I had seen a lot of chained women here. All females were slaves. We had metal collars and cuffs and heavy rings in our noses. Our ankles joined by little more than a foot of chain. Our cuffs were often locked together behind our backs. All women here were bondage slaves. These four were special. They had extra hardware. It looked like some of it was painful and its effect was to demean and degrade them below the other slaves.

  Their hardware included everything I wore. They had rings in their noses like all women here, yours truly included. Also, their nipples were ornamented. There was a sunburst shaped shield surrounding their nipples. The shield had a long cylinder in front, surrounding the nipple. The shield and cylinder was held in place by a big ring through the nipple. Their nipple rings had bells dangling from them. All wore bits with a bridle on their heads supporting colorful plumes. The bits had large red balls threaded on them stretching the girls mouths wide open. The bits hid any expression but I thought they looked furious. They must be new, I thought.

  I took hold of the first girl's nipple ring and turned her to face me. I was interested in her breast hardware and moved it around a bit, just getting the feel of it. She shook her head, protesting my touch silently.

  Master held out one of the shields for me to take. I turned it around in my hands. "Light," I said.

  "Look through the nipple channel."

  "OK. What are those holes, Master?"

  "Hold the shield in one hand and twist the cylinder while looking through the hole."

  As I twisted the cylinder I saw the hole shrank in size and then little sharp points came out of the holes. It looked painful.

  "Put it on."

  "Me, Master?"

  "Yes. I want you to experience it."

  I opened it up and slipped it over my right nipple.

  "Now twist the ring until it is so tight you can't pull it off."

  I did and felt it grip my nipple. It was tight but not painful.

  Now twist it a quarter turn more."

  The points dug into my tender nipple. It felt like an animal with sharp teeth was biting my nipple. It hurt terribly. I yelped. "Master. It hurts may I loosen it? Please?"

  "Loosen it one quarter turn. Leave it on." He handed me another one. Put it on tight.."

  I did, careful not to tighten it more than needed.

  "You tightened it one quarter turn beyond snug. There are three more quarter turns available. These women have theirs tight but have not experienced the next, pain inducing steps. Further turns add more points, but even at the harshest settings will not puncture them. Use them and the whip to encourage obedience. These women have done evil things.

  "These must be the worst girls in Olympus, Master? May I know what they have done?"

  "These girls are some of the ringleaders of the Hindi attack on us. The one on the left is Kitty, formerly Archana. Then Lily, formerly Leelavathi, Shirley, formerly Aashirya, finally Megan, formerly Megraj. The rulers in Hindi were surprised at the actions of their people. Brahma accepted our terms for returning his realm to him with pleasure. He agreed that his women were as untrustworthy as ours and deserved the consequences. He adopted our policies. We gave him the plans for the appropriate equipment. Hindi women have had their powers removed and are now slaves.

  One more thing, Megraj was a male in Hindi. Since he was a leader in the attack, Brahma also gave him to me for punishment. This is one of the reasons I chose you to train them. You trained Ramon well. You are the most familiar with the unusual circumstances 'she' finds herself in now."

  I was shocked. These bitches had planned mass murder of the people on Earth. My home! Just to distract the Gods of Olympus. Apollo had been too lenient with them. They must suffer. Megan's punishment was the most appropriate. To lose not only your power and freedom, but also your gender identity was real punishment. I would have to be creative to give the others their deserved punishment

  "He was glad to give us these ringleaders. They were powerful people in Hindi. Slavery is new to them. I want you to teach them their slavery. I am placing you in charge of them. There are training courses for you as a trainer and for them as pony girls. I want you to train them to perfection. I will be entering them in contests and shows. I want them to be outstanding. You may punish them any way you want, train them any way you want. I want them docile, obedient and skilled pony girls. They must earn their keep. They will pull carts for the gardeners, into town, carriages for me and my guests, traps for racing. I want them strong and fast because I want them to race for me. I want them skilled in dressage and beautiful. Be stern, dominate them and make them work hard."

  "Yes, Master. I understand." I was ecstatic. They were mine. Visions of them in pain filled my head. I thought of their helpless nudity screaming and writhing under my whip and cane. I saw thin red lines crisscrossing their asses, backs, and breasts. I dreamed of their bells jangling in discord as they struggled to pull my carriage under the scourge of my whip. I was delighted at the vision of these former powerful women brought low. Obeying the dictates of my bit and whip.

  This was going to be a lot of fun.

  First Impressions

  "Anne, introduce Ravi to your pony girls. I believe he will relish the experience and it may help with their conditioning."

  "Of course, Alexander, My Master. Does he have some knowledge of pony girls?"

  "No. Both slavery and pony girls are unknown on Hindi. These females have not yet received much physical punishment for their deeds. They have anguish over their change to slaves, but they don't understand what pony girl means. But, they must still be punished. Brahma sent Ravi to help us because of his skill, but he is not unique in his skill. He as chosen because he has suffered personal loss due to the actions of this group and is not pleased with them. Brahma hopes Ravi will be able to mete out punishment to them personally and find some closure. Use your creativity to help him meet Brahma's expectations."

  "You may give them pleasure or pain, even let them have an orgasm. Up to you. Would you like to get the trainer's course now? They aren't going anywhere."

  "Master, if you permit, may I have some time with them first? I can find the training center when I finish."

  "Yes. Do whatever you think will improve their performance. I have instructed house to provide whatever you want to train and punish these ponies." He disappeared.

  I put the girls into separate stalls and secured them with a chain to their collar. I left the leashes on their nose rings. I entered Kitty's stall carrying a whip. She was standing close to where her chain was attached. Her hands were locked to the back of her collar and her ankles were chained together. It was a lovely sight an educated, royal lady helpless and vulnerable. I felt an unfamiliar power flow through my body. I was in charge!

  I slashed the whip fiercely around her bottom. It curled all the way around her, the tip punishing her pussy, just above her nether rings. She tried to curl her body down around her fiery stripe of pain but she couldn't come close to the stripe. She let out a screech of pain and fear flashed across her face.
r />   "Smarts, doesn't it. Well, we've just begun. Now pull on your chains. Try and get loose. Kitty tugged and got nothing. She tried again, not hard enough. The whip cut the air again, landing high on her bound arms and curling around to make her nipple bells ring. Another beautiful red line lay on her breast and arms. She squealed and thrashed. "

  "Try harder. One might be loose. Pull your hand out of the cuff. Is the ring in the wall strong enough to hold you?" I lay the whip on the underside of her breast, backhand, so it curled around her arm.

  "Pull, harder, unless you want me to continue."

  Kitty was thrashing about, pulling frantically, kicking at her leg irons. She was crying and moaning. I flicked the whip all around her body until there was a red net of fire all over her.

  When she fell on the straw and sweat plastered her hair down, I stopped. She looked up at me.

  "Mistress I can't get loose."

  "How long will you stay here?"

  "Mistress, until you release me."

  "Are you a princess?"

  "No, Mistress."

  "Are you a free person?"

  "No Mistress."

  "What are you?"

  "I am a slave, Mistress."

  Whose slave?"

  "Your slave, Mistress."

  "What does this mean to you?"

  "Mistress, I must obey you and treat you with the greatest respect."

  "Now you know what it means to be truly helpless. You are property. My property. You have no more independence or recourse than an egg. I can kill you or do anything else I want to you. You must learn to please me."

  Kitty looked at me with the fear of a slave to a ruthless Mistress.

  "On your back, slave." I stood over her. "Now."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  I knelt on top of her, my knees astride her waist, my pussy pressing on her hips. I reached down and fondled her ringed breasts. As my fingers were busy I leaned down and kissed her, hard. After a moment she kissed me back.

  "How do you feel, slave?"

  "Better, Mistress. I understand my position better. I'm sorry I was slow. There are no slaves on Hindi."