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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 11
The next morning, she was showered and prepared when her new master unlocked the door and walked in. As soon as she heard the key in the door handle, she scrambled down on her knees in the position she was taught. She kept her eyes down on the ground, looking at the soft silk Persian rug that lay on the tile next to her bed. She was pleased when she heard the surprise in his voice. “Ahh, good girl.” He walked up to her and patted her head. “Stand up.”
She stood and saw that he had a collar in his hand. It was white leather with a ring in the front and a simple belt closure in the back. He placed it around her neck and connected a leash to the ring. “Wear this all the time.” He turned around and pulled on the leash. “Come.”
She was led out of the room and outside into a small garden. His palace was huge. They passed a few servants but none seem to react as if a naked woman on a leash was anything unusual.
The garden opened up to a large green lawn. The heat and humidity was like a blast to her naked skin. It was like opening an oven and looking in. She glanced at a gate to her left where she could see the blue water of a chlorinated pool under the watchful eyes of some naked Greek statues. They headed across it to what appeared to be a racetrack and barn. Shannon could see a horse pulling a cart trotting around the track. Something seemed off to her though. The horse seemed to be trotting up on two legs. Everything past ten feet was blurry to her without her glasses. In addition, waves of heat floated off the track blurring the view even more. As her Master pulled her up to the fence separating the grass from the track, the horse and buggy suddenly got close enough for her eyes to focus on. The horse was a naked woman covered in tight leather straps. She had leather boots and a face harness that was connected to leather straps that went back to the hands of a teen boy with dark hair standing in a two wheel cart. She was the pony leading the cart.
Shannon kneeled as they stopped, her heart pounding out of her chest as she stared at the restrained woman. Her master laughed and talked in Arabic with the boy. She guessed that it was his son. Soon the boy cracked a whip and the girl jumped and pulled forward, straining and pulling the cart away from them. Her master clapped his approval and then jerked on the leash, indicating that it was time to move on.
As they walked towards what appeared to be a barn with a flat roof, Shannon could feel how wet she had become seeing the pony girl. The pony’s nipples had been pierced and rings with golden bells were hanging from them. A bell hung from a ring through the girl’s clit. Her rump had a brand like you would see on cattle. A strange symbol burned into the flesh. Shannon didn’t know why the sight had her shaking with arousal but she could almost feel her wetness dripping out of her. She wondered if this was the fate reserved for her. Was that going to be her: a pony, just another animal on the ranch?
As they entered the barn, Shannon could see camels outside through an open door, hanging their heads down sadly in the harsh sunlight. Master brought her to two long padded boards made in the shape of an X, standing upright. The corner of her eye she saw a round stone pillar with red hot coals in the middle of the room. A small metal pole was sticking out of the coals.
Master pushed Shannon against the standing x-frame face first, then strapped her legs to the lower boards and then lifted her arms to strap in the wrist. He pulled them tight, then wrapped a belt tightly around her middle. He took two more belts and wrapped them across her thighs. She was bound so tight against the x-frame, she could barely breath. Moving anything except her fingers or head was impossible. Her face was mashed against the padded wood. Her heart was beginning to beat rapidly.
Once she was secure, her Master stepped away. “Time to mark you as mine, slave. “
When the brand was pressed into her right ass cheek, it felt if someone was jabbing a long knife into the bone. She screamed. He held it there as the skin sizzled and then pulled it away. Shannon sobbed and jerked in her restraints frantically.
The pain slowly subsided. She felt him apply some ointment and then cover the wound up with something that felt like cloth and tape. Master unstrapped her and carried her to a table. He placed her feet on the ground and bent her over, holding her head down to the table. This table wasn’t padded and not as clean. It seemed like it was used for wood working. With one hand holding her down, the other freed his cock and he slid his cock into her. She was warm and wet despite enduring the worse pain she had yet to experience. His hand pushed down on her head. From the side, she was looking out the open door at the camels grazing in the sunlight. She felt his cock sliding in and out of her. A fly flew around her face. Each time he pushed all the way into her, he pressed up against the bandage covering her brand. She sucked in air and winced. He pushed one last time and his hands gripped a fist full of hair. He moaned and pushed as deep as he could. He held himself there until his cock softened and then he slowly pulled out.
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