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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 104
Peggy performed well as a ponygirl from the very first. She had an advantage over other ponygirls as she fully accepted her status. The others wasted time fighting their bondage. This all was wasted energy as there was no way any of them could escape. Peggy knew that but she did not care. Her only interest was performing well. She trotted around that high bay area drawing the sulky behind her. There were other ponygirls and other sulkies. She was the only one worth watching.
Canjac made plans for her. Canjac wanted Peggy’s training to rise to a new level.
To that extent, late in the morning, the man guided her through the open door into the alley behind Candace’s compound. They moved quickly down the alley to the main street. Unlike other new ponygirls, Peggy did not feel any hesitation in running out into the open, bound and essentially naked. Canjac had already taken her about town several times dressed as a slave girl. In other words, she was used to going around town stark naked. This was just in a different type of bondage.
They headed toward the track where the ponygirls raced. Peggy did not know that, as Canjac had never taken her there and she had never gone there on her own.
They passed the main entrance to the track, continuing down the road to a training facility on the other side. The man pulled on the right side of the rein, causing Peggy to turn into the entrance. Once inside they moved in a half circle around the front of the building before stopping. The man signaled the ponygirl to stop by pulling back on the reins. Peggy stopped as he had taught her.
He jumped from sulky, moving toward the front of slave girl. He held both reins in his hand. He tied them to a hitching post about a meter from Peggy. You did not want a ponygirl wandering off by herself, certainly not since she was unable to protect herself.
The man entered the building on the right through a door that led to the office. Since he had sent word of what Canjac wanted, all the paperwork was waiting. He signed the few papers. No money had to pass hands, because Canjac’s word was good. They knew they would be paid. If they were lucky, he would pay them in slave girls.
The man moved around the side of the building where the training would take place. To his left he saw four ponygirls in automatic walker. Well, that is not quite right. It was not automatic. Like many other things in town, it was slave girl driven. The four ponygirls trotting around the central post were driving it. Around and around they went, unable to stop as long as the others continued running.
The man had to stop to look. There was something graceful about naked ponygirls trotting along. The blinders on they could not see him, but he had no doubt that the ponygirls were taking pride in what they were doing.
He found a seat by the training area. In a couple minutes they brought in Peggy,
Boards to keep people from looking in enclosed this training area. This was for training new ponygirls, so the owners did not want the public to see what transpired. They did not want the public to see untrained ponygirls. Since ponygirls were usually new slave girls, the boards also presented a physical barrier to escape. With no way to escape, training would be easier.
The sole device in the middle of the training area was an automatic walker. Like the other device the man had just seen, it had room to accommodate four ponygirls. It would work just as well for one though.
Besides Peggy, the man brought with him two naked slave girls. They worked hard because they did not want to be turned into ponygirls. He told them that if they were good little slave girls, he would find other tasks for them. Both of them wanted nothing more than to become French Maids.
What they did not know what’s that he had already decided they would be ponygirls. That was the sole reason they had been selected to work here at the track. They were still new to the collar, so there might be some resistance to their training. He would let them perform as regular slave girls until he was ready.
The naked slave girls led Peggy into the center of the training area. They took her up to the arm of the automatic walker. The end was flexible so it could move up and down several centimeters to accommodate the varying height of ponygirls, though the taller slave girls usually were better suited as ponygirls as they had a longer gait.
Of course, there was no reason to limit ponygirls to those who could perform well. There was always that joy of taking revenge on jilted lover, and forcing her to be a beast of burden.
One slave girl pulled the arm down while the other moved Peggy to the right so that her collar was in the correct position to attach it to the arm. There was no need to lock it as there was no way the young captive could get it off. The metal arm was too strong for a woman to break, and there was no way she maneuvered her body about to get free. Once attached to be arm, she would remain there.
The slave girls moved back toward the entrance to the training area. The man watched them as they came to a stop on the side right outside the door. They attached chain leashes from their own collars to rings on the fence. Next, they cuffed their hands behind their backs.
He smiled. They were almost ready to be trained as ponygirls themselves.
Before entering the training area, he selected a switch from a vast selection on a rack. Peggy could not see what he had, but she knew. She heard the whistling sound it made as he flicked it up-and-down in the air. She clenched her bottom cheeks together, in anticipation of a blow.
Canjac had standing instructions that his slaves were not to be punished without good reason.
Part of the training though was teaching the ponygirl to behave when she felt the switch on her bottom. The man moved around in front of the naked captive, rubbing the switch up-and-down her left side. She flinched a little, not really wanted to be beaten by. She had no choice though. She was totally at the mercy of every man or woman who saw her.
“What you are going to do is practice trotting as a ponygirl. The training will be murderous, but I am certain you can do it. If you perform well, you will be allowed to rest.”
The man moved to his left, Peggy’s right. He was now out of her way
“Now start trotting.””
As he said that, he flicked the switch against her bottom.
Crack!
The beautiful brunette jumped as she felt the pain through her bottomcheeks. She began trotting as they had taught her earlier that day.
“”Faster. I know you can do it”
Peggy picked up the pace a bit. As she went past the man, He flicked the switch against her bottom again. She needed no further encouragement. She continued to run as fast as she could.
He watched Peggy perform for several minutes before deciding it was time to go back to work. As he moved around the building, he saw the four ponygirls still trotting as quickly as they could. He wondered if they were being trained for racing, or for some cartage company had plans to open a ponygirl line between one town and another. It would be a great selling point to have a wagon drawn by a team of ponygirls who could trot for hours without having to take a break.
He stopped beside the building when he noticed movement. To his left a man appeared through a doorway pulling on a leash. Behind him, fighting his pull was a slave girl dressed as a ponygirl.
She had no choice but to follow as the man continued to pull on the leash that was attached to the right ring of her slave collar. As she passed through the door, he saw there was another leash on the left side of her collar and another man held the end of it. She could not run off. She could do nothing but remain between those leashes. Two more men followed them through the doorway.
The ponygirl resisted. It was apparent that she was doomed to being a ponygirl. Their objective was a sled about a dozen meters from the building.
The man had to stop to watch. The sled looked like a sulky; only instead of wheels it had runners. With some effort, two men dragged it into position about ten meters from the starting location. They stopped at a couple of flags indicating a starting line of some sort.
When he looked back at the reluctant ponygirl, he saw that a sixth person had joined the group. A whipmistress emerged from the building, trailing about twenty or thirty meters behind the others. She took one look at the ponygirl resisting the pull, and pulled out a switch. She moved behind the ponygirl.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Crack
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
The ponygirl’s resistance slackened quite a bit as the woman continued to play the end of the switch against her bare bottom. She found herself being driven toward the sled. She still continued to resist, but resistance was even more futile than before. The men who had pulled the sled back, raised the harness bar. When they had the ponygirl in the correct position, they let it down. They stuck a cotter pin through a set of holes to lock the poles in the position.
One man stood on each side of the ponygirl so she could not move. She resisted by twisting back and forth but she could not stop the whipmistress from attaching a padlock between a ring on her cuirass and a ring on the crosspiece.
The ponygirl was now locked into her traces. She could not escape.
The whipmistress grabbed the ponygirl by chin.
“You are going to drag this sled overpass those flags. If you to a poor job, you will do it again. We have all day. And if you can not improve, we will do it again tomorrow.”
The whipmistress then climbed up on the sled. She held the reins in her right hand, allowing her left to wield the whip.
“Start!!”
Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
The young woman did not want to pull the sled. She did not want to be a ponygirl. In all likelihood, she did not want to be a slave girl either. But she had no choice. Since she wore the collar of a slave girl, the men and the woman had the right to order for about. She had to do what they wanted.
Crack! Crack!
She pulled on the sled but it did not move. A sulky would have rolled across the ground but sled did not.
Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Trying harder, she managed to move it forward a centimeter or two.
Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Another centimeter made two or three. She still mad many meters to go. The sled slowly moved across the ground.
“Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
The man smiled. He knew that this little slave girl would learn her lesson long before the sled reached the flags. There was nothing the captive could do to keep the whipmistress from beating her fanny and, obviously, the woman enjoyed doing that.
Crack! Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
As the man watched the slave girl’s struggles to drag the sled forward, Canjac’s little party continued forward.
Several kilometers from the city, the group party moved down the road in the general direction of the Emerald City. There was many different route one could take, but they remained on the main road for the time being, at least until they had an idea of where to turn off.
Eventually they came to a fork in the road. The road to the right lead toward the Emerald City, the road to the left led to the north of it. This was as far as they could go with confidence. He had no idea which direction of tape decks.
“Let’s take a break,”
As they dismounted, two riders emerged from the tree line a couple kilometers away. The two rode quickly toward them
Canjac looked over his shoulder at the man who made the arrangements for him. He nodded. “Those are the LeBeouf brothers. They are the men I hired.”
The brothers’ horses ran quickly; sweat pouring off them as they raced across the field. Once they had reached the road, they turned to the left to come toward Canjac and his party. Little clouds of dust billowed up behind them.
”What did you find?” Canjac’s man asked, moving in the direction of the oncoming riders.
The lead man slipped from the saddle and came to his feet, almost running beside the horse last few steps. He pointed back toward the hill behind him to the left.
“Beyond those hills, there is a little valley. You can hardly reach from here. We found a trail up through the brush though. I don’t think anyone else knows about it, so they won’t be expecting us. If you follow the road from toward the Emerald City three or four kilometers you can turn off to the left. We followed their tracks from there up into the hills. We found boot prints and the tracks of high heels. We have no doubt it is them.”
Canjac joined the conversation.
“Is are some way we can sneak up on them without them knowing we are coming?”
One man drew a circle in the dirt with a stick.
“This is their camp. There is a trail on the side and a trail on this side. The road runs past the hills on this side. Their camp is here. If we come at them over this way, we will not be expected. Of course, they have guards; they have almost a dozen guards. But they will be concentrating on the road.”
Canjac nodded. This would work.
“Can you lead us there so we arrive just before dark. We can scale the side of the hill in the light, stopping just short of the crest. In the dark we can move forward. They may not be a expecting us but I don’t want them to see us coming.”
The man nodded. “We follow the road a short distance, then branch off to left. Wagons cannot move on it, but horses can, one at a time. We will have to leave them the bottom of the hill but we can move up the hill with ease.”
“Then let’s ride.”
Canjac led the group forward with LeBoerf brothers far out in front. They could not move fast because of the packhorses, and they did not want to wear out their mounts. There was always a chance that there would be pursued on the way back. He doubted that would happen, but there was no sense in taking unnecessary chances
After about a kilometer, he pulled back on the reins to bring his horse to slow his horse. As he did that, he motioned the others to continue on. When Jan was next to him, he increased the pace of his horse so he could keep up with her.
“Let down your hair.”
“What?”
“Your hair. Let me see it.”
The woman frowned at Canjac with a dark look of suspicion.
“You had better not be planning on anything or else….”
She did not finish her threat. They both knew that she worried that he was contemplating turning her into a slave girl now that they were outside the city’s walls.
When she had the pins out, she shook her head. Golden brown hair fell down over her shoulders to her waist.
Canjac smiled.
“Tell me, have you ever seen a blonde Amazon?”
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