Greed!

Chapter 13

Epilogue

There was a certain satisfaction from finishing a month of this treatment. First there was the challenge of enduring the torture of course. My body was physically tested to its limits. Every bone ached constantly from one sort of abuse or another. My feet hurt from the countless hours walking in heels. My shoulders and back hurt from the marches each morning as well as the nightly jaunts when they could fit the exercise in. Even my jaw and my tongue hurt from the various gags and tongue restraints. It was horrible.

I endured the torment because of one reason: money! I was now $10,000 richer than I was a month ago. It would be eleven months before I'd see the final reward. I couldn't screw up now. A million dollars is worth the suffering. I was certainly capable of dealing with this for the remainder of the year. I figured that it couldn't get any worse. They certainly could alter the treatment and probably would. But I couldn't see how it could be more demanding that the torment I had been through.

The following weeks and months offered variances on the same theme. The theme wasn't bondage as much as it was domination. It was the control factor that was important to them. For instance, I was often plugged and gagged in such a way to prevent any sexual contact. But they seemed to thrive on such situations.

As we progressed through the hot summer months we traveled more. I was usually paired with one of the bondage slaves, the ones who didn't have a sexual requirement. The outfits we wore were always the usual leather jacket, leather pants, and silk blouse that hid the finely planned bondage gear underneath. We were also gagged with the simple tongue pads that were held in place by a bolt that pierced our tongues. And we all wore the 'follower dildo' to prevent us from straying far from our mistress. It was an ingenious setup.

Our destinations varied about the United States. Our owners were constantly looking for recruits at their various shops. Few panned out. They'd be subjected to the routines and kinks of the staff. They'd hold up for a week or two but then it would become too much. The request to leave would be granted at that point. I saw four girls come and go in as many weeks.

They did get one girl that hung in there. Her name was Olivia. She was a tall redheaded girl, at least six feet, four inches tall. I was impressed by her long straight hair and her long legs. They dressed her in a pony-girl outfit with gold hip boots and a red bodice of leather. It was awesome. Everyone seemed stunned into inactivity whenever she entered the room. All eyes gazed upon her and to be truthful, I felt quite jealous. Not that I was ever wanting for attention.

Weeks and months passed. Olivia was dedicated to the role of full time pony-slave. I spent the majority of my time as either a pet, gagged with my tongue hanging out and being led around on a leash, or as a bound sex slave for either Marie or Paul. Of course, every morning I too spent time marching in a pony-girl outfit. I was actually beginning to enjoy that role.

The final day arrived on August 31. To be truthful I was unaware of the date because I had no calendar available and no one told me! The morning was the usual preparation. I cleaned myself up and dressed in my minimal bondage gear, bit and bridle. I expected my trainer to arrive. I knelt with my head in the stocks and my arms behind me as I had done so for a very long time. And I waited.

I knew it was getting close to trainer switching time. I figured it was four weeks or so since the current trainer had taken on the job. His name was Alberto. I didn't particularly care for his methods. He was strict and demanding in ways that other trainers had never been. He demanded I keep my face within a few inches of the floor every time he walked into the room. The only time I was allowed to rise was if he was sitting in the chair. That meant oral sex of course. I even had to eat like an animal. He cut up my food and fed me every day like a dog. Finally he kept my feet in ballet boots and my arms in stiff fingerless mittens. The only time they were removed was at night before bed and when I was dressed in harness.

But it was the day to change trainers and I expected a new style of torture. As I had done literally hundreds of times before I knelt with my head in the stocks and my hands folded behind my back. My lips clenched the bit that trapped my tongue. I was used to the process by now. In a few short moments I would be marching to the orders of my trainer, perhaps my mistress herself.

When my trainer arrived, he slipped a leather sleeve over my arms. I held them behind my back just as I had been trained many months ago. It was standard routine by now. What surprised me was the trainer. It was Paul!

"Today is payday," he said to me after removing me from the stocks. "I get the final ride. After we finish the ride, you will make a decision. I'm going to explain the choices now so you can think about it as you march. The first option obviously is to take the money and run. You'll be paid off and you can leave. The next option is to take the money, take a three month vacation, and then return. You can commit for one, two, or three years. There will be monetary incentives for the longer contracts. Finally you can place yourself on the pony slave auction block. If you do, the mandatory commitment term is three years. You would receive a guaranteed ten million minimum for your duties but there would be no chance to end the contract early. We would receive the commission since we are the most recent owners. You would essentially become a prisoner subject to the whims of your owner. During that time you could be sold for profit as your owner saw fit. Each time you are sold you would be awarded an additional thirty percent of the sale price.

Be forewarned that few owners are as lenient as us. Your role as a pony would be far more demanding than what you have ever been subjected to. You would live like an animal. You would probably be stabled and bound constantly, as if they were preventing you from escaping. You would experience the true nature of slavery.

As he led me away by the reins I began to think. It was so obvious that he wanted me to accept the third option. I saw it in his face. Would he bid on me if I did this? Did he have another facility for this sort of activity? I didn't know but I suspected he did. But three years without the chance of ending the contract was a big step. I didn't know if I could do that. And I was now a millionaire! Why subject myself to that torment? Then I realized that I really only had $600,000 because the taxes were going to hit me hard. Still that was a lot of scratch. Did I feel it was enough? The answer was, of course, "No!"

But I didn't want to go back into it right away. I decided that I'd take the vacation and see how I liked freedom for a while. I needed the break. Then I'd come back. I had to. I could handle this life of subjugation. I had done it for a full year and I was not insane or disturbed by it. I had faired well to be truthful. In fact I was pretty damn proud of it!

Paul hooked me up to the cart when we descended to the lower floor. Hugo and Marie were waiting. As I took my position between the shafts everyone stared at me as if I were their proud daughter or sister. It was strange to say the least. It was like I was graduating from college.

Marie approached me. I made eye contact with her as I had been taught so many times before. "You've been told your options?"

I nodded.

"I need a decision when you are finished with your march. If you are taking your three months off, I still need to know what you intend to do after the three months are complete. I have to make arrangements for your return, especially if you decide to enter the auction."

This surprised me. I thought I'd have some time during the three months to decide what sort of service I'd take on. I kept leaning toward the full commitment of three years but I thought the pony thing was too extreme, even if it meant ten million. Then again, even if they took out a third of the amount in taxes, I'd still be left with over six million. And if they could invest it for me I'd be even better off.

I knew that giving myself up to people that would treat me like an animal was a lot to ask of me. I know I was capable of handling the situation. I had dealt with a year of such treatment already. How much worse could it be? I had already been a pony, a dog, and countless other creatures according to the whims of these people. Could it really be that much worse?

As we began the march I knew my decision was made. I was going to put myself on the block. Every time I tried to find a reason to take another path I thought about the money. Any other option was not enough for me. If I was going to put up with three years of torment I might as well get paid for it. So when the march was over and they removed my bit and bridle, I told Marie, Hugo, and Paul my decision.

Everyone congratulated me on my decision. Marie said she'd take care of the details. Paul told me to enjoy my vacation. Hugo remained silent for some time. He simply displayed a smile from ear to ear.

As I was led away to have my gear removed I heard Hugo make one comment to Marie. He quoted that character in the old movie that I had watched countless times, "Greed is Good!"

The End!