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Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 60
By Redlegtiger
Edited by GuiltyKarma
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Chapter 60, Foreign Exchange
The girls enjoyed their lunch with Tom, Nancy and Geri. It was as if nothing had ever happened and everyone enjoyed themselves tremendously. After they ate Geri did a quick exam of Sarah to make sure she was alright after her morning exertions. After that the adults left with Geri reminding Aminda and Michelle that Sarah needed to do her midday therapy before they did anything else. Tom reminded them of the security and that they needed to keep the radio close at hand at all times. Then the three girls were left alone there.
Aminda and Michelle carried Sarah to the cool grass area and sat her down. They helped her undress and had her lay down. Once she was naked and lying down, Aminda began the therapy on her right side while Michelle knelt beside her on her left and leaned down to take her left tit into her mouth. She sucked and chewed on her left tit and nipple for the time Aminda did the therapy with Sarah’s right leg. When Aminda started the therapy with Sarah’s right arm, Michelle nibbled her way down Sarah’s stomach to her nether regions. She then began to lick, nibble and suck on her cunt lips, avoiding her clit. Sarah was whimpering in excitement, and was thrusting her hips up to try and get more contact with Michelle’s mouth. When Aminda was nearing the completion of the therapy with Sarah’s right arm, Michelle moved to her clit and began to nibble and suck it, timing it so that Sarah came just when Aminda finished the therapy on her right side. Then Michelle did the therapy on Sarah’s left side while Aminda licked, nibbled and sucked on her tits and then her cunt and clit. When Sarah had her second cum as the therapy was completed, she lay back and sighed in contentment. She soon fell asleep from all of the morning’s activities. Aminda and Michelle lay on either side of her and lay there arms over her and cuddled her as she napped.
It was an hour and a half later that Sarah woke up to find Aminda and Michelle staring at her with love. Aminda said, “I see that mistress has finally decided to join us. Would mistress like to help us out of our pony gear so that we can swim a bit or would you like us to help each other?”
Sarah pushed herself into a sitting position with her legs extended straight out and said, “I think I would like to do it this time so I can see how everything fits and works. Michelle, why don’t you stand in front of my and I’ll start with your feet. Once I get your lower half naked then you can squat down and I can work on your top half.”
Sarah spent the next five minutes undressing Michelle and removing all of the clamps and dildos from her orifices. She was amazed that she had been prancing around, at times at almost a full out run with dildos in all three of her holes. After she had stripped Michelle naked she leaned in and sucked her cunt until she came. When Michelle had come and almost collapsed, Sarah announced, “That is for all of the wonderful surprises that you gave me. I couldn’t ask for more dedicated lovers than you two. Aminda, get over hear now. It’s your turn.” She then repeated the process with Aminda.
When Aminda finally recovered fully from her cum Sarah asked, “What now my lovelies?”
Aminda and Michelle both bent down and picked Sarah up between them and walked towards the water. Aminda said, “We think that you need to see our sanctuary where Michelle took you to hide from the huntsmen. Without it, both of you would surely be dead. It is our little sanctuary. It is our secret place where we can go to be away from everyone else. Now hold onto our hands and we’ll help you swim to our cave.”
Aminda and Michelle each held a hand and swam towards the waterfall. When they got behind the waterfall they took a deep breath and swam to the cave. When they surfaced, Michelle told her about what happened in the cave. She took her over to the ledge and showed her where she had pulled her out of the water and proceeded to give her the aid that saved her life.
Sarah looked at the large dark spots where the rock was stained with her blood. She quietly whispered as tears streamed down her face, “I only remember glimpses of what happened here.” She turned to Michelle and looking her in the eyes said, “In all of them I see you crying and begging for me not to die. I could see the love and panic in your eyes and the love and fear in your voice. That is what gave me the strength to fight to live. I didn’t want you to see me die. I couldn’t bear that so I chose to live for you.”
Sarah turned to Aminda then and said, “And when I found out how you ran through the woods, exposing yourself to draw them away from us, willing to sacrifice yourself to protect me and Michelle, how could I not just love you all the more. You both of saved me more than you’ll ever know. I now realize how selfish and self centered I was before all of this happened. I promise that as your mistress, I will always treat you with the love and devotion that you have given me. I don’t want to ever lose either of you and I’m glad it was me that was injured like this rather than either of you. You have suffered enough in life more than anyone should have to bear. It is only right that you survived strong and able so that you can help me to recover. And if I never gain the use of my legs again, that is a small sacrifice to pay for the love you both have given me. Thank you.”
Sarah held her arms out wide and Aminda and Michelle moved into them so they could hug. They held each other like that as they cried with each other, further cementing the loving relationship they had. Finally Sarah said, “You know… for a cave with no access to the outside but through the water, I would have expected it to be real musty smelling. The air seems awfully fresh. Have you guys explored the cave at all?”
Michelle answered, “I don’t think anyone has been back in here since you were shot. I wasn’t exactly in the frame of mind for exploring at the time because of your injury. I surfaced right beside the ledge there and all of my focus was to get you on it and try and stop you from bleeding to death.”
They started moving through the water to search the cave. At first glimpse from where they were at the ledge it looked like it was only about fifteen feet deep and maybe eight feet wide. The only light available in the cave came from the underwater entrance and that was just enough to allow you to barely be able to see in the first five to ten feet of the entrance. The three girls started moving to the back of the cave but it got too dark to see anything even after their eyes had time to adjust. Finally Aminda announced, “Stay here and I’ll be back in a minute. Tom had an emergency box of supplies put just inside the tree line next to the cliff. I bet there are some underwater flash lights in there since they had to come in here to get you last time. I heard the guard tell them how hard it was for him to see when he came into the cave for you. Be back in a jiffy.”
Aminda dove under the water and out of the cave. She returned in about five minutes and when she broke the surface of the water she exclaimed, “Look at what I found.” She handed a water tight light to Michelle and held up one in her hand. She continued, “I think this ought to give us enough light to do a little exploring. Let’s go.”
Aminda and Michelle turned on their lights and then having Sarah hold onto their shoulders they began to make their way to the back of the cave. What they found was that the cave wall did curve into a back wall about fifteen feet back. But what couldn’t be seen without the lights was that there was an opening that extended above the water level by about a foot and a half. Aminda looked at the other two and said, “Wait here” and then sank in the water enough so she could go through the hole with just her head under the water.
Aminda swam through the narrow gap for about twenty feet and then it began to expand. The farther in she swam the larger the gap became. After another twenty feet the walls on either side were no longer visible when she beamed the light in their direction. She decided to turn left and swam in that direction about ten feet when she felt her feet touch the bottom. She began walking out of the water onto the floor of the cave. She found that the cave went to the left about 40 feet before she came to the wall. She carefully walked along the wall until it curved back toward the water again. When she got to the water she noticed that there was a chasm that continued out in that direction she had been heading when she entered. The water stopped just before it reached the chasm indicating that it was fed from the pool the waterfall fed. She followed the chasm and it winded back and forth but after following it for about 100 feet she began to see some light. When she got to the opening of the cave she saw that she was on a ridge that she remembered having passed numerous times when they were riding the horse. The entrance was completely hidden from view from the valley but it was easily accessible. She got a big grin on her face and made her was back into the cave. She quickly got back in the water and swam back to Sarah and Aminda who were waiting in the original cave.
When her head finally emerged from the water Sarah had a panicked look on her face while Michelle was as calm as could be. Aminda heard Michelle tell Sarah, “I told you that everything was okay. Now do you believe me? I know when something is wrong with Aminda and she knows when something is wrong with me. We don’t have to be together to be able to tell.”
Aminda spoke up then, “You guys aren’t going to believe what I just found. It’s wonderful. Come on and let’s go back to the pony cart. I’ll take you to an easier way to get there.”
The girls swam to the entrance under the waterfall and swam to the shore. They helped Sarah get up onto the cart and then handed her the stuff they were wearing when they got there. Aminda said, “We won’t be going far so to save time I think we’ll just go like this if that’s okay with you Mistress Sarah?”
Sarah just shook her head yes. Aminda and Michelle picked up the crossbar of the cart and began to trot back up the trail they had used to get to the waterfall. When they got to the opening to the valley, Aminda turned left and they followed the tree line for a couple of hundred meters. That was where the draw to the ridge she had been on at the cave entrance entered the valley. She turned up that and even though it was a bit rough, it was fairly easy going. There were a few twists and turns they had to make but they were soon at the entrance to the cave. Sarah exclaimed, “Oh my god. I thought I had explored every nook and cranny of the estate. I can’t believe I missed this. How far back does this go in?”
The entrance to the cave was wide enough for them to take the cart in, so they continued on as they listened to Sarah’s exclamation. As they made their way into the cave through the high chasm, Sarah began to get giddy. Finally they arrived at the opening of the cave and Aminda stopped momentarily and turned on the light. Michelle followed suit. As they followed the wall, Aminda found that this side was even bigger than the other. Finally she came to a halt and went up to Sarah and asked, “What do you think?”
Sarah said, “This would make a perfect place to escape to, to get away from everyone. It’s easily accessible and no one knows about the entrance. You can’t even see it unless you come right up on it. And we have an escape exit if we ever need it too. I would love to get a generator and some lights in here. What would you say about having some of the equipment put in here? That would make it our very own private dungeon that no one else knows about.”
Aminda answered, “Your wish is our command mistress. We’ll have to get someone to help. I think your mom and dad should know about this place but they are the only ones. That way they know where to come looking if they can’t find us. We should be able to talk your dad into helping bring the equipment out here. Will you talk to him or would you rather wait until Karen comes back and have her help us set it up?”
Sarah sighed and then smiled and said, “Well considering that she is going to be my little sub like you two, then maybe we should wait until she gets back. Then we can keep it from mom and dad. I just want this to be our secret hiding place where we can come to play all we want.”
Michelle spoke up, “Hey guys.” She waited until they looked at her and then continued, “We already have three guards that know where we are, remember? Why don’t we draft them to help us and keep our cave a secret? I think we could, shall we say, motivate them. Mistress Sarah… you can talk to your dad about having them help us fix up the underwater cave. That will explain the expenses for the equipment. That will also explain any extra work they do. Everyone will think we’re fixing the cave under the waterfall. That keeps this place just our secret and our guards. What do you think?”
Sarah got a big grin on her face. She picked up the radio and tried to call the guards. There was just a bit of static but nothing came through. Sarah tossed the radio to Aminda and ordered, “Go to the opening of the cave and call our guards down. Tell them we need some help but that it isn’t an emergency so we only need them.”
Aminda said, “Yes Mistress” and turned and walked naked out of the cave, never giving her nudity a thought. When she was at the cave entrance she hit the talk button on the radio and said, “Hey guys, this isn’t an emergency or anything but could you three come down and join us. We need a little help with something.”
Aminda heard, “Be there in a minute miss”.
Just over thirty seconds later, the three guards came down the slopes of the hill and ridge line from different directions. All three had been in a position where they could cover the entire area leading away from the cave and keep an eye on the cave entrance at the same time. Aminda felt reassured that they were doing such a good job. She also noticed that all three of them were sporting erections in their pants and couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of her pert 16 year old tits.
When the three guards joined Aminda she said, “Follow me guys. We’ve got something we need some help with and we need to talk. You might want to let them know that you will be out of contact for a while. Tell them you are all helping us with something in the cave under the waterfall. We should have you back out here in fifteen to twenty minutes.”
Aminda waited while the senior guard and told the headquarters what Aminda had asked so they wouldn’t worry. Then the three went into the cave. All three were amazed at the size of the cave when they got in. When they finally joined Sarah and Michelle with the two lights they saw that they were both naked as well. They stopped about five feet in front of Sarah.”
Sarah ordered, “Okay girls, give your guard some motivation and then we’ll talk. You… I don’t even know your name. You’re my guard and I’ve never had the chance to properly thank you for helping get me out of the cave when I was shot. Get over here and let me thank you properly.”
Sarah’s guard was staring at his two companions who were desperately trying to back away from Aminda and Michelle. They had gotten down on their knees at Sarah’s orders and with the skill born of intense training, had their cocks out and in their hands in a tight grip before they even knew what was happening. Sarah’s guard stammered out, “B…b…but w…w…we can’t have s…sex with a c…client. We’ll get fired.”
Sarah said, “I promise you that you’ll get fired if you don’t. I already know that Gregg has waived that rule because of the extreme situation that Aminda and Michelle were raised in. So you won’t get in trouble for anything you do with them. As for me, well let’s just say that I’m of a mind that I would like to learn how to suck cock with my favorite guard as a reward for rescuing me from the hunters who shot me. I would have most likely died if you hadn’t found us in that cave. So get over here and let me experience what it’s like to suck a cock. I promise you that you won’t get in trouble. Besides, we have more to talk to you about after. We don’t plan on this being a one time thing.”
The security guard finally began to inch toward Sarah as he saw that his companions had succumbed to the ministrations of Aminda and Michelle. He kept glancing at them with their cocks in their mouths with a look of bliss on their faces. Finally he was close enough so that Sarah could reach out and grab his cock. When she did she pulled him quickly close to her. She bent down saying, “I’ve never done this before so please tell me what to do to make it good for you.”
Sarah, who was still sitting on the seat of the pony girl cart, bent down and tentatively licked the guards cock. When she did he said, “George.”
Sarah looked up at him in confusion, never letting go of his cock. He said, “You said that you didn’t know my name. It’s George miss.”
Sarah giggled and said, “Well George…… you can call me Sarah. Please teach me how to give a good blow job.”
Sarah again bent down and took a more purposeful lick of his cock head. Then she licked all around the head. She could tell by his moans of pleasure that she was doing something right. She proceeded to lick up and down the entire shaft over and over again. Finally George said, “Take the head in your mouth and then suck on it while twirling your tongue under the head. Be careful of your teeth. Now take as much of my cock into your mouth as you can.”
Sarah did each step as he suggested it. She forced the cock into her mouth and when she felt it hit the back of her throat she gagged and pulled off. She did that a couple of times, gagging each time. George told her to swallow the next time she felt the cock hit the back of her throat and then just keep swallowing as she pushed down. The next time she took his cock to the back of her mouth she did as she said. She soon found herself with her nose in his pubic hair. She held him in her throat like that and kept swallowing until she couldn’t breathe anymore. She pulled off with a big grin on her face and looking into his face said excitedly, “I did it. I did it. I sucked your whole cock into my throat.”
Sarah pushed her head down on the cock again, taking it all of the way down her throat. She twirled her tongue on the underside of his cock as she went down and then continued twirling it as she held his cock in her throat and swallowed repeatedly. Suddenly she felt his cock swell and she felt it begin to spurt down her throat. She backed off until the head of his cock was just inside of her mouth and he finished cumming in her mouth. When he was done he stumbled a step back as Sarah swirled the cum in her mouth. She finally said, “Definitely an acquired taste, but I could get used to it.”
When Sarah looked over to Aminda and Michelle, she saw them looking at her with shit eating grins on their faces. They both got up and rushed to her side and hugged her, congratulating her. Sarah finally said, “Alright guys. Lets talk.”
Sarah, Aminda and Michelle spent the next few minutes talking to the guards about what they wanted to do and how they wanted to keep it a secret from anyone else but them. Sarah explained how she would get her dad to clear all of the stuff for the modifications and then they waited.
The guards discussed everything. They were torn at keeping the location a secret from the entire security team. Finally the rationalized that having a secret location they could go to would be beneficial. They finally agreed to go along with the girls’ request pending approval from Tom and then Gregg. The girls each hugged their appropriate guard and thanked them. Once things were decided, the guards went back outside to take their posts, keeping the girls secure without being intrusive.
Once the guards were gone Sarah said, “That went a lot better and a lot easier than I thought it would. Now I need to turn on the charm with dad. Aminda, why don’t you join mom and dad in bed tonight? Michelle can take care of me. Thank you for bringing me here. Now let’s go back to the new beach and get ourselves tanned up. It’s the beginning of August and I look like I haven’t been out in the sun at all. One of you can tell me all about the remaining part of your first year at school and then tell me how you came to be trained as… what did you call it?… Pony Girls.”
The girls turned the cart around and trotted out of the cave and back to the beach. Aminda and Michelle helped carry Sarah to the sandy area. Aminda held her there as Michelle got some beach towels from the pony cart and laid them out. Aminda laid Sarah down on the center towel and they took up position on either side. Both Aminda and Michelle then applied a combination suntan, sunscreen lotion to Sarah and then each other. They then lay down on their towels and Michelle began to tell the story.
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After the events of the maze and its aftermath, things settled in to a routine. The bitchpups were the only ones that were naked all of the time now. The other new slaves were rotated through their weeks of training but for us it was constant abuse. The Doms took great pleasure in using and abusing all three of us. We were told by some of the older slaves that the attention that the slaves which were in training got was much less than when they had to go through it. We three took some pride in that. We were able to help our classmates out by reducing their torture and abuse.
During that time, Angie began to spend more and more time with us in our room. Many times she would even sleep in our room with one of us. She became the model slave and never got into trouble again. After about a month, she even asked Mistress Brittany if she could join us with the collar, the silver bullet in the cunt and the dildo flogger in the ass as well. That surprised Mistress Brittany tremendously but if a slave wanted more abuse, she wasn’t about to stop her. She allowed it and from that point on, she was punished just like a bitchpup. She was proud of that fact too. She wore it like a badge of honor. The other members of the class noticed this and started to treat her better.
The first real break we got was over the Christmas holidays. The three bitchpups got to go home. Angie and any slave that was purchased for the school year, was sent to their master’s or mistress’ home. Angie had been purchased by Reverend Patterson. It seemed that he had had his eyes on her for a long time. He purchased her not only for the time she was in school, but for when she graduated. She was taken to him where he kept her in some room. She said she thought the room was in the basement of the church because there were times she could hear a choir singing. The room was like a little apartment and he never let her out of it. It had no windows and the door was made of solid wood with a steel plate over it. She tried over and over to find a way out but there was no escape. She never had to worry about food. There was an automatic feeder that held slave gruel. She didn’t know how long of a supply it had but she figured it had a couple of weeks at least from what she could tell. There was also regular food there but she wasn’t allowed to eat that. She had to fix the reverend his breakfast, lunch and dinner while she was there. He did allow her to open her Christmas presents from her parents. They told her in a letter that they missed her and hoped she was doing well. It was obvious that they had no clue as to what was happening to her. They had given her a laptop computer that had all of the bells and whistles for her to use on her school work and to send emails to them on. The reverend liked it so well that he took it from her, telling her that she would have no use for it as a slave anyway. She stayed naked the whole time and was abused and tortured.
As for Aminda and I, we were played with by both Aminda’s parents and Master Darrell and Mistress Tyree. We were fucked in every possible combination that was possible by them all. It seemed as if it was a nonstop orgy. When they weren’t fucking us, they were whipping or torturing us in some way. On Christmas day we got a short break to open presents. We were each given a card. We looked at each other and opened them together. I wondered what kind of present was held in a card. It definitely wasn’t something that made us happy. When we opened the envelope, it had a regular smarmy Christmas card in it and a letter. We both read the letter at the same time.
Dear Michelle,
We are pleased to accept your Master’s application to attend the Baybee Pony Training School. Ours is a comprehensive program that focuses on both academics and the art of erotic Pony Play. You will be trained in the manner that your master has outlined for the next year. You will become a perfect Pony Girl Slave for your Master along with your Companion Aminda. You will be trained together to be a team as agreed with her master. We look forward to your time with us beginning immediately after the spring term of your school has ended. You will be returned to your master and mistress at the end of school the next year.
Yours truly,
Janey Baybee
Headmistress
I looked at Aminda with surprise and saw her looking at me with the same look I was giving her. We were startled back to the present when Master Darrell announced, “The four of us have agreed that since you two have taken it upon yourselves to link yourselves together forever by your actions that you should be trained as a team. When I saw you prancing around a school with those dildo floggers sticking out of your ass, it reminded me of a little pony. I started doing some research into the subject and became fascinated with it. When I shared what I had found out with Master Keith and Mistress Jenny, they both agreed that we should have you both trained as Pony Girls. When I made inquiries as to the best training facility in the world that included academic instruction, the Baybee Pony Training School always came at the top of the list. It is located in Australia in the outback about a hundred miles Northwest from Kalgoorlie in Western Australia. They train the best Pony Girls in the world. At the end of the Spring Term, you will be sent there for a year of training. They are sending two of their students over for some special training at Marta’s Kennels in exchange. Their two students will be mated with a couple of Prince’s Sons.”
Aminda looked at me again and then knelt in the position to ask a question. When Darrell acknowledged her she asked, “What about Lis…… suckpup? Is she going too?”
Master Darrell answered, “No Master Vincent has decided against her going. He has other issues he has to deal with and he wants her with him. You three will be separated when you are sent to Australia.”
Both of us looked at each other in shock. We hadn’t been separated from each other our entire lives. We always thought we would be together forever. We were stunned. The next thing we knew we were being carted down to the dungeon in Mistress Tyree’s basement. We were stripped and tortured for the rest of the day. We spent the rest of the Christmas Break in the Dungeon. We were abused in every way imaginable. There was nothing off limits to them now and they proceeded to enjoy making us scream in pain. We were whipped, forced to have enemas, electrically tortured and of coursed fucked within an inch of our lives. We were even made to whip each other and torture each other for their enjoyment. We didn’t even have to reassure each other as we had previously because we already knew that neither of us would hurt the other purposely unless commanded by our master or mistress.
The first night back at school, the three bitchpups found ourselves hugging and crying. When I crawled into the room, I saw Lisa sitting there by herself crying. When she saw Aminda and I entering the room she said in sorrowful agony, “I’m going to lose you two aren’t I? I don’t want you to go away. I won’t be able to stand it by myself.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she said it.
I crawled up to one side and Aminda the other and we hugged her. Aminda said, “It will only be for a year and then we’ll be back. You’ll have Angie here to help you.”
At that moment, Angie had crawled into our room and having overheard the last of our conversation asked, “And how am I going to help her?”
Aminda looked over in surprise. Then she got her wits together and went over to Angie and led her over to Lisa and had her sit down next to her. Aminda said to the both of them, “Since we are going to be away in Australia being trained as Pony Girls for a year, you two will have to take care of each other. That is the only way. That will give you someone to lean on while we are gone. We’ll be back for freshman year of high school and be together again.”
We all thought that was the way it would work out anyway. We spent the rest of the year doing pretty much the same thing as at the end of the fall semester. Our class was the first to have everyone finish the year with a 4.0 grade point average. None of our class had to be tutored during the entire spring semester.
On the day after the last day of school, we were abruptly awakened about four in the morning. Aminda and I were hauled off to the kennel prep room. Lisa and Angie sat up in surprise on Lisa’s mat when the masters came into our room. We watched them cry together as they watched us being taken out of the room. That was the last time we ever saw Lisa. We were told by Angie that she never came back to school for the fall term.
When we were taken to the kennel prep room, we were given several enemas and douches to clean us out. We were outfitted with the dildos that fed our shit and piss to our mouths. When we were all cleaned out and cleaned up, they shaved all of the hair off of our body. The shoulder length hair they cut off our scalps was wrapped up and put into a separate container. We were made to carry it with us as we were led out of the kennel on the door opposite of the one we entered. Just outside of the door were two big crates that were about four feet square and about three feet thick. I was led to one and Aminda was led to another.
When I got to my crate I say that it had a seat in it that looked like a metal tractor seat with a single dildo poking up in the center of it. Now I knew why they hadn’t put a dildo in our cunt when we were cleaned out. The other thing was an arm that was up high enough that when seated it was at the height of our tits. It was adjustable and had two metal cups on it that had an inch wide hole in the center of the cup. There were several hooks in the box as well as a hose connected to one side of the box. The area the hose was attached to on the inside was a square metal panel that had a hose coming out of the center of it. I saw that on the outside were a bunch of very small, almost indiscernible holes that allowed air in.
The first thing they did was to have me sit on the dildo seat. Once I was seated on the seat, they attached straps to either side of the seat and strapped me in tightly. Once I was strapped to the seat, they pulled the steel cups over my tits. They pulled my nipples through the one inch holes at the center of the cups. When they were satisfied with their hardness, they screwed on clamps that would hold me tight without cutting off the circulation. I figured out during the trip that it was more to cause us pain than to really hold us in because I could have easily pulled back and they would have come off with little damage to my tits. A bar was attached to the adjustable bar with the cups that went behind us and held us tightly into the cups. Outside of the cups on either side were gloves that I was made to put my hands into. The fingers of the gloves went around the bar so that it was as if I was gripping it. The gloves were then buckled around my wrists. It had a long leather sheath that extended up to the pit of my shoulder. Once laced up, my two arms were connected together by chords that were attached to hooks on the front and back of the upper arm. When the chords had been tied so that my arms were pressed against my body, I couldn’t move my arms if I wanted to. My feet were pushed into what looked like two leather boots. They were strapped up tightly without cutting off circulation. The bottoms of the boots were then connected to a bar at the bottom of the crate about a foot above the base. Once everything was strapped on, I couldn’t move an inch if I tried. I’m sure that if it hadn’t been for our burial during our punishment that I would have been freaking out by then. But as it was, I sat there calmly as they prepared me for shipping.
After I was strapped in to the crate, three slaves carried in a big, long cylindrical container that was marked ‘Potable water, 20 gallons’. With as large as the container was, I knew that the trip was going to be a long one. The container was connected to a row of hooks in the top of the crate so the container was in the back corner in front of me. Then I saw a couple of slaves bring in another smaller cylindrical container that was marked, ‘Slave’s Shipping Mush’. That cylinder was hung in the far corner of the crate behind me. The water and mush was connected to the dildo in my mouth through tubes that hooked into Y connecters to the tube from my ass dildo and the catheter. The air hose split into two smaller holes and was also attached to the dildo in my mouth so that I could breathe. At first it was hard to get a breath but I found that if I relaxed and breathed in slowly, I could breathe fairly easily.
When they had everything all hooked up, they made me close my eyes and then put something on them to keep them shut. Then they put something over my now bald head that totally covered my eyes down to the bottom of the bridge of my nose. The back of the hood came around my neck and up around my chin. It was zipped up leaving my mouth with the dildos exposed. Apparently on the sides of the tight leather hood were rings about where the ears were. I felt a brace being placed against the back of my head and then tugging at each ear as it was apparently attached to the hood. Afterwards, I couldn’t move my head at all. When we were fully strapped into the crate, they pushed it over so that it fell to the ground with the open side facing up. The resulting jolt was very painful to my cunt, tits and head because that was what took most of the shock. I almost passed out from the hard jolt, but I was held steady. I hoped that they would add something else to the crate to cushion me because I expected that the crate probably wouldn’t be handled very carefully.
I didn’t have long to wait. I soon felt something wet being sprayed into the crate. As the crate filled up with the stuff, I felt it expand and mold itself into every nook and cranny of my body. I correctly figured that the crate was being filled with cushioning foam. As the foam apparently covered me, I noticed that the sounds, already muffled by the hood, began to get quieter and quieter. Finally I wasn’t able to hear anything. It was a while latter that I felt vibrations as they hammered the missing side of the crate into place. I thought about Aminda and felt through our connection that she was okay as well.
The next thing I felt was the crate being lifted to a position so that I was sitting up instead of lying on my side. Then the crate was lifted and loaded, I’m assuming, onto a truck. We spent what seemed to be a day or two in transit. I felt the crate jerk around again like it was being moved and then another several hours wait. Then I felt the box move a third time and that was apparently when we were loaded onto a ship. We weren’t moved again after that for about two weeks as near as I could tell.
During the entire time we were being shipped, I thought about Lisa and Angie and how I was going to miss them. But I knew that Aminda was nearby because I could feel her presence near me. It was the only comforting thing that helped keep me from going mad in my isolation. I slept off and on as the need arose as I couldn’t really do anything else. I was never hungry or thirsty because I was fed a slow but steady stream of the mush and water. That kept us healthy, even though we weren’t able to move. We would definitely need to exercise once we got to our new location.
After two weeks of not being moved, I suddenly felt the crate being lifted. We were apparently being loaded onto another truck because we soon felt vibrations similar to what we had felt earlier being taken to the port for shipping. This lasted for a long time. I guess that it was two or three days. I didn’t have any sense of time passing after so long. It seemed as if we had been in the crates forever. Finally after about a days travel over what must have been some very rough roads because of the bumps we constantly felt, the truck finally came to a stop and the crates were moved off of the truck. After at least a couple of hours of not moving, I smelt a sweet smell and soon passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a dirt floor in a large metal shed. It had a large garage door on one side with a smaller regular door on another. There was no window in the building. I was positioned so that I could see out the garage door. What I saw scared me. It looked like desert scrub for as far as the eye could see. I groaned from the pounding pain in my head and pushed myself to a sitting position. I looked around and saw that the place was empty. I started to panic at not seeing Aminda but soon calmed down as I felt a calming presence. Almost as soon as I felt it, I saw Aminda come running through the small door to the side. As soon as she was in the room she visibly relaxed.
I said to her, “I’m sorry to have worried you. When I woke up and didn’t find you here I panicked. As soon as I did, I felt you in my head. I don’t know how we are connected but I can tell when you are hurting or worried or even receiving pleasure. I have been able to do that since the maze. It is like we share a part of the same brain, the one that feels pain and intense emotions. I can always tell if you are near. I don’t ever want to live again without that feeling. I would die without it. Do you feel the same way?”
Aminda smiled at me and said, “What do you think. How do you think I knew to come running to check on you. I have felt the same feeling that you have described since my time in the electric chair. I also don’t want to ever lose it. It is what has kept me strong enough to survive when there was no more hope of doing so. I wouldn’t have made it through the electric chair without the connection. I know we have never really talked about it but I would have died in that maze without having that connection with you and Lisa would have also. She couldn’t have done it alone by herself. As long as we are together, I know we can survive most anything. If you ever find yourself alone, just think of your love for me and you will feel mine returned. That is what always helps me find the will to go on.”
Aminda helped me up and then said, “We are alone. There is no one here. We might as well be locked in a cage though. I went to the top of a small hill about a quarter of a mile away and there was this desert scrub as far as the eye could see in all directions. I couldn’t see any sign of civilization at all. This place is it. There appears to be some type of tower on top of the building that looks like it collects water. But the only place I found with any plumbing is in the bathroom and it doesn’t work. The stool has water in it, but it looks like one of the goons that brought us here took a shit in it and found out too late that it wouldn’t flush. I think I found a way for us to get a little water though. While you were still asleep, I found a little book over there on the shelf that was titled, ‘Desert Survival Handbook’. It showed what you needed to get clean water in the desert where there was none. I found enough stuff that we can set up a makeshift still that will allow us to collect the water we need to survive. If they haven’t come to pick us up by tonight, I think we should set it up so that we at least have some water in the morning. I didn’t find any food anywhere though. I did find some dumpsters out back that were full of rotting scraps of food. That’s where I was when I felt you panic. So I guess we’re stuck here until they come to pick us up.”
We didn’t talk much after that. They didn’t come to pick us up and we went ahead and dug a hole in the sand outside of the shed. We had a mound in the center of the hole. Aminda lined it with a plastic tarp. She set a bowl on the mound in the center. She stuck sticks in the ground around the hole and then put a tarp on top of the sticks. She put a rock in the center of the tarp so that it hung down about an inch above the bowl. She then handed me a large can from the dumpster out back and we began filling the can with the filthy water from the stool. After we had filled the hole with the putrid water we went back into the shed. We found a lot of cardboard in one of the rooms and stacked it so that we would have a mat to sleep on.
When we woke in the morning, I had to piss terribly. When I got up I saw that Aminda was already squatting and pissing into her can. She looked at me and said, “If you have to piss, piss in your can. We will pour it into the hole tonight so we’ll have water tomorrow. Now let’s see how much water we have from our efforts from last night.”
We went out to the hole and found the bowl about a third of the way full. She picked up the bowl and frowned. She said, “I thought that there would be more. We’ll barely be able to survive with this. Better just take a sip occasionally to quench our thirst as we need it. We don’t know how long we’ll be kept here.”
We spent the rest of the day waiting and talking. When evening came, I was so hungry that my stomach was beginning to cramp. I told Aminda, “I think we better find something to eat. I don’t know how much longer I can stand without something to eat. You said there was some old food out in the dumpsters. Was any of it edible? Is there any way we can catch a wild animal or something?”
Aminda answered, “We don’t have anything to really hunt anything. I looked for some stuff to make a trap, but couldn’t really find anything. Help me look again and maybe we can find something to rig a trap.”
We searched and found a small wooden crate that was made of heavy wood. We also found some small slivers of scrap wood and a short section of string. We searched the dumpster and found a scrap of food and took the stuff we found about a 100 feet away from the building. We set the wooden box upside down and put the rotten food in the center. We tied the string to the food and the other side of the string to the small piece of wood. Aminda braced a side of the crate up with the wood. It was fairly flimsy and would fall over pretty easily so we hoped that if anything came for the food, it would pull the stick over and the crate would trap the animal under it. It was a good concept but it didn’t work. The food disappeared, but the animal didn’t trigger the trap like we hoped.
We set the trap for a second night and again caught nothing. By then we were starving. We were thirsty as well but we were able to just get by with the water we were able to produce from our piss and the putrid water from the stool. After the third day though, we hadn’t really drank enough to allow us to piss anymore. We were really starting to get parched to go along with our hunger. I finally told Aminda, “I think we should just find something in the dumpsters to eat. If we don’t, we’ll starve to death out here. It can’t be any worse than the stuff we were made to eat in the maze.”
That’s what we did. We scrambled through the dumpsters and found left over bread and meat that was putrid and crawling with maggots. We scrapped off any mold we could find and then ate it in small quick bites that we swallowed. Our stomachs weren’t use to that kind of abuse. About three hours later, we were throwing up, dehydrating us even more. The next morning we were in such bad shape that we couldn’t even get up to get any water from our makeshift still. We spent the whole day like that and grew progressively weaker as we dry heaved over and over again. I was sure we were going to die like that. About mid afternoon I slipped in and out of consciousness. I could tell that Aminda was in no better shape. I finally passed out that night as it was beginning to get dark.
When I opened my eyes the next time, I found myself in what looked like the stall of a barn. I looked around and saw a trough of water and a feeder bag that looked like it had something in it. I prayed that it was slave gruel. The first thing I did was crawl weakly to the trough and drank my fill. I was very thirsty. When I had slaked my thirst I looked into the feed bag and saw small pellets. I reached into the feed bag to grab a handful and received a shock in my cunt and ass. I hadn’t even noticed that my dildos were back in. I tried to think how they wanted us to eat. Then it dawned on me. We were here for Pony Girl training so they probably expected us to eat like a horse would with a feed bag over its head. I removed the bag off of the hook and put the straps over my head. They were tied in such a manner that they formed a type of cord like cap that rested on the top of my head and the bag was held under my chin. I leaned my head down but couldn’t reach the pellets. I got on all fours and the bottom of the bag rested on the ground. I was able to eat the pellets that way. They were totally tasteless but they at least gave us some nutrition.
When I was done eating I drank some more water. I took time to search the stall and found that the stall door couldn’t be opened from our side. I also noticed that there was a beam high above the stall that had a pulley on it. There was a rope through the pulley that had a heavy hook on it. The end of the rope was tied off on the outside of the stall where I couldn’t reach it. On the side of the stall to the left as you came in the door was a pair of shackles set high enough that my arms would be totally stretched out in about a forty five degree angle. I would be on my tip toes if that happened. That was when I heard a sleepy, “Shelle… are you there?” from Aminda through the wall I was standing near.
I answered, “I’m here in the stall next to you. There is water in a trough and a feed bag with pellets. Put the straps on your head and get on all fours to eat. They want us to eat like horses. I guess we have to wait for them to come for us. There is no way to open the stall door from this side. I guess this is going to be our home for the next year. Go ahead and take time to drink and eat and then we can talk until they come for us.”
About five minutes later Aminda whispered through the wall, “I thought we were gonners. I figured they were just going to starve us. I think what they did at that shed was just playing games with our head. They were probably evaluating how well we solved problems and worked things through. I hope that was what they were doing. It’s a heck of a way to start a slave’s training. It also doesn’t bode well for how hard this is going to be. I bet this is going to be every bit as hard as Clearview in the fall semester. We’ll just have to get through what ever they do to us. How are you doing?”
I began to answer but all of a sudden there was a loud noise followed by some voices with a strange accent talking about nothing in particular that appeared to apply to us. The next thing I know, my stall door was being opened and two big men came in. They were dressed in nothing but a loin cloth from what I could tell. They both had shock collars on as well. I recognized the collars from having worn them for the entire year last year. The guy that seemed to be in charge came up to me and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. He wasted no time in throwing me against the wall adjoining Aminda’s stall. I hit the wall so hard that the air was knocked out of my lungs. While I was trying to breathe, he lifted my arms up and locked my wrists in the shackles on the wall. When he had both of my wrists shackled, he pulled my left leg out. He brushed straw out of the way until he found the shackle that was attached to the floor. He locked my ankle into the shackle and then did the same thing with my right ankle. My legs were now at a forty five degree angle apart and were about three feet away from the fence.
The first thing that happened was I felt a huge cock being pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Suddenly he plunged his cock in hard and fast. I screamed in agony at the sudden intrusion into my dry asshole. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes later that I heard a scream come from the other side of the wall. I assumed that Aminda was receiving the same treatment that I was. For the next fifteen minutes I was fucked mercilessly. The thing that got my attention though was that the cock fucking me was hard like a dildo and not like a real cock. Aminda and I both could tell the difference between the two after having fucked so many. I was surprised as well when it felt like my handler came in my ass. He immediately withdrew and forced a big butt plug up my ass. I don’t know how big it was but it was right up there with the biggest that I had had forced into my ass. I figured that the stuff that felt like cum was a lubricant because the plug slid right in to the hilt.
When he was done he stepped back and slapped my ass hard. He said, “Now you’re on your way to having your very own pony tail. It’s a little on the small side but at the end of your year, you will have another head of hair to add to it and it will be perfect. When you’re released from your shackles, you will not try to remove the butt plug. As long as you are here, you will always wear your butt plug with pride. You will learn to groom it like your own hair. You will learn to whip it like a horse does using your ass muscles. In every way possible for a human, you will become a horse. You will soon be introduced to your stallion who will be your lord and master while you are hear. After your first couple of weeks, you will share the stall with him and you will learn every mannerism that he has. Your summer here is all about getting you acquainted with becoming a horse. You will be taught how to walk properly, run properly and you will also be taught how to jump like a horse. Once you have mastered the individual skills, we will begin your tandem training. I can assure you that you will be challenged during that phase of the training. You have been paired together and your master wants you to learn to be a team in all things. We will train you until you are perfectly synchronized. Only the very best are able to finish the training adequately in one year. Most have to extend six months to a year before we release them back to their masters. We absolutely guarantee our product. If the master or mistress isn’t satisfied, then they return you and we get to have you to train until they are satisfied with your level of training. Now there are only a few rules you have to remember, you are not to talk at any time to another slave. Not even the one you are to be trained with. You will obey without question any order given to you by a mistress of this school. If in doubt, you assume that any person you meet that isn’t dressed like you is a mistress. You will find no masters at this school unless they are guests. That happens very rarely however and you will be notified when it does. Pony slave girls all have a tail so they will be easy to recognize. That is how we tell them from the other slaves and students. The third thing you need to learn is that you will only answer in yes or no answers. If you aren’t gagged, then a single neigh will suffice for a yes and a double neigh will suffice for a no. If you are gagged, a single stomp with your right foot will be yes and a double stomp for no. Do you understand?”
I answered, ‘yes’ and received a hard smack on the ass with a leather tawse. I screamed in pain. He asked me if I understood again and after a bit of a pause I whinnied a single short neigh trying my best to sound like a horse.
He continued with the rules saying, “You will only drink from your water trough and you will only eat from your feed bag. When your stallion is brought into your stall, you will share the same water trough and feedbag. The pellets you eat are specially designed to provide the appropriate nutrients for both human and horse. For taking care of your bodily functions, you are a horse and therefore will only use the straw in your stall. You will be expected to keep the stall clean daily. That will always be your first task of the day. There is a shovel hanging on the wall just outside your stall door that is designed for you to hold in your mouth. You will use that to shovel the dirty straw out of your stall and into the pit at the far end of the barn. That is where all of the waste goes and is mulched for fertilizer. When you finish cleaning your stall, you will immediately proceed to training. You will find your training assignment posted on a clip board next to the shovel. Make sure you get there as soon as possible because you are expected to start on time. You will find that we keep a regimented schedule here. You will be punished for ever minute you’re late to training. So if your fifteen minutes late for your first training session, you will be fifteen minutes late for every training session thereafter because we don’t speed up training. There are seven training sessions each day. You will be whipped five times for every minute you are late. You do the math and you will find that fifteen times seven times five is five hundred twenty five times you will feel the sting of the whip. You will only be whipped a hundred times in a single session but you may be whipped several times a day. Our purpose is not to maim or injure you but to teach you. I am your primary trainer for the year. You answer to me for any failures or successes that you have. You will have other trainers, but they will all keep me informed of how well you are doing. Any slacking off or failure to readily do what you are ordered and you will answer to me. Now new slaves automatically get 100 stripes of the whip when they arrive. You talked to your mate in the next stall so that is fifty more and then you didn’t answer correctly when I asked you a question. That is fifty more. So for today you have earned 200 stripes.”
My trainer walked out of the stall momentarily and returned with riding crop. He began to whip my ass cheeks. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk so I figured that I would do my best to not scream. When I didn’t scream with his first few strikes of the crop, he began to hit me harder and harder. I was groaning in pain and struggling to keep from screaming. I wasn’t going to give in though. I had been through a lot worse than he was dishing out so I just groaned in pain with each strike. When my ass had obviously taken all that it could stand, he began to work his way down one leg and then up the other. He took a bit of time doing it and when he had covered both legs, he moved up my back. He worked around my sides and stomach. He even whipped the bottoms of my tits but he saved the last twenty five for my cunt. He whipped me hard and after a couple of hard but quick strikes to my cunt he finally had me screaming. He finished out the rest of my punishment and then left the stall. He left me like that for a long time. I guess he wanted me to think about what he had told me. I was sure that this wasn’t the last time I would be punished. I heard Aminda whimpering in pain on the other side of the wall and assumed she had been put through something similar. I just hadn’t noticed due to my concentration on getting through my punishment.
The punishment seemed to have gone on forever. Every fiber of my being was screaming in pain. I know that my skin was turning to a deep red hue based on my previous experience. Through it all I could feel Aminda’s love and I wrapped my thoughts around that and thought back how much I loved her. It was as if we were hugging each other and it gave us both the strength to withstand the beatings and the aftermath. When my trainer finally whipped my cunt those last twenty five times, I collapsed in my bindings. I was so weak at that point that I just couldn’t support my weight any more.
The next thing I knew there is a support being pushed under my stomach so that my hips were being pushed out. This opened up my poor red and swollen cunt to anyone or anything they wanted to fuck into it. I glanced left and right and noticed that he had put two platforms on either side of my head so that my arms were wrapped around them yet still connected to the wall of the stall at that wide angel. It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going to happen next.
For a few minutes I was left like that. I whispered out through the stall wall so hopefully Aminda could hear, “Three neighs means I love you Minda.”
I heard back, “Neigh… neigh… neigh.”
She heard me and answered back that she loved me. I hurt, but I felt so wonderful at that moment that she loved me that I neighed back three times to let her know I loved her too. After my third neigh though I heard a real neigh from a horse and a moment later my handler led in a beautiful black Arabian stallion.
He led the stallion up to me and tied the long lead to his reins to a hook on the stall wall just above my head. I soon felt the trainer spray something on my ass and up my cunt. Seconds later I hear the stallion snort and then let out a long whinny. I soon felt his long snout push up between my legs. If my ankles hadn’t been shackled to the ground, the lower part of my body would have been lifted off of the ground. I soon felt him licking my cunt, trying to get at the liquid that the trainer had sprayed up their. Suddenly his head was gone and I saw, hear and felt his hooves land on the supports on either side of my head. Before I knew it, I felt his hard cock trying to force its way up my sorely abused cunt. I screamed out in pain as the cock hit against my raw cunt lips over and over again. I prayed that it would find my hole soon. At least it would hurt as bad as the constant pounding of my sore outer lips. I was soon rewarded as the head of his cock found the entrance to my cunt and began to force its way up to my womb. It wasn’t long before I was being fucked royally by my new equine master.
My handler and trainer stood to the side and said, “I want you to get to know Black Demon here real well. For your stay here, he is the center of your universe. You will share this stall with him for the entire year. You will worship his cock at least four times a day. When you wake up in the morning, during lunch, during dinner and just before you go to bed. You will collect his cum and take it to the room at the end of the barn. Don’t worry about it right now. There are others here that have been here a while so just follow them when the time comes. Don’t even try to escape because we will let you go. No one will search for you. There is nothing but desert scrub for hundreds of miles around here and there is no way that a naked little tart like yourself can survive the trek. We have had a few that have tried and all have ended up dead or near death by the time they turn around and come back. Now enjoy your first fuck with your master. I’ll be back soon to release you when he is done.”
It was only a couple of minutes after the trainer left that I felt myself being flooded with horse cum. I had been on the way to a wonderfully good cum at the time. I could feel the heat of the cum as it felt like my womb was being blown up like a balloon. Suddenly the cum sprayed out of my cunt like it was coming out of a fire hose. As soon as he quit cumming, Black pulled out and went to the water trough to drink. I hung there wishing he had lasted just a bit longer so that I could have cum. It wasn’t to be though.
The trainer came in soon after and began to release me from my shackles. As he did he said, “It seems you and your training buddy are fairly well trained cunts. You just might make it through in a year. Most new trainees would be totally devastated and wanting to curl up and die at this point. Both of you on the other hand seem to want more. Unfortunately that isn’t allowed. If you want to cum, you have to figure out a way to cum with Black here. No one else will be allowed in here to help you. Now remember that in the morning, training starts at six am. Until school starts in August, we will be focusing on getting you in proper form to be an excellent pony girl.”
He let me collapse in the stall and left, closing the stall door behind him. I immediately went up to black and began to pat him and pet his nose. I was going to do everything I could to get this horse to think of me as his mate, otherwise I would be left to cumming off of my fingers and that just wasn’t enough. I heard Aminda cooing to her stallion at the same time. I wondered at the time what her stallion looked like. It was about three weeks later that I was finally able to see her beautiful white Lipizzaner stallion. We both were to come to love our stallions. They were the only living thing we were allowed to talk to during our stay at the Baybee Pony Training Ranch.
This is the end of Chapter 60
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