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Amy – Criminal Ponygirl II
By: Arnold Puttwyn ©
This is a work of fiction, made up entirely in my own mind.
Any similarity to any person or persons living or dead is coincidence.
This is a story using the society from ‘Kari in Training’
The time is fifteen years after the beginning of the Slave Act.
Society had to change because an unknown genetic disorder caused men to have many more X chromosome sperm cells, so the birth of females 2 to 1 over males made the population change to 67% female and 33% male. Women became very competitive for the eligible males. Doctors and medical researchers were not sure they could find an immediate cure, so the legislation was enacted to try to create an equitable ratio of male to female citizens.
To ease the competition situation, The Slave Act was voted into law and females convicted of crimes were offered the choice of spending excessive terms in prison or becoming non-reproductive slaves, either choice helped ease the inequity.
Volunteers were also sought, at first there was little interest, but when the ratio worsened to 75% female and only 25% male the applications increased. Even with criminal slaves and ‘volunteers’ the number of males was limited.
In order to keep from interfering with employment of free women, the use of slaves was restricted. Neither professional nor commercial use was allowed.
Two classes of slaves were developed:
1. Sex Slavegirls
2. Ponygirls
B. Livestock
1. Milkers
2. Worker Slave Girls - Menial or unpleasant tasks
Part II
Chapter 3
San Diego County, CA
It was just over a year after my Ponygirl Academy Graduation when we finished a real working month; first we had a funeral and then a parade. They were both for the mayor Roberto Velez. The funeral was actually for his mother. She was ill for a long time and then died. Senora Camino was a local political figure so there was a major funeral.
Until this month everything we had done was training or practice. The funeral actually took quite a bit of practice. Both Master Ryan and Master Carl Reynolds each sent a team of twelve to pull the hearse a mile, from the chapel to the graveyard.
Senora Guadalupe Camino was instrumental in getting the slavegirl laws passed in this area, many years ago. She was very wealthy and wanted to make sure there were men available for her two granddaughters. She liked ponygirls and owned quite a few.
I was on the left with twelve girls and Master Carl’s team was on the right side. I set the pace and Missy, Master Carl’s first girl, led her team off me. Master Carl sent all of his girls to Master Ryan’s school, so we could all train together. Master Ryan didn’t want the driver to have to slow us down, he wanted dignified not hurried. After nearly a week of practice we were all ready to pull the hearse.
It was a pretty hot day, but we didn’t have to run, in fact we had to make sure we didn’t get going too fast. We were taken in a truck to a shaded parking lot near the funeral chapel, and the handlers put our tack on us, outdoors in the shade. We were prepared at the ranch, by our grooms. Our hair was French braided, sun block applied to all of our skin, bridle harnesses and nipple rings and bells installed. One of the handlers had my pulling harness ready. We had new, special subdued tack for the funeral. It was matte black leather. The team ponygirls had flat black metal on their harnesses. They also had black nipple rings, chains and bells, and bits. My bit, buckles and nipple rings were matte finished gold, and the tiny riveted decorations on my bridle and pulling harness were also matte gold. Jill told me it was gold too, not brass that looked gold. I was really impressed; Master Ryan had gold trim on my harness. After we took the casket to the graveyard, we walked to the street and then we ran back to the parking lot near the funeral chapel and our handlers and grooms were there to give each of us a treat.
A handler, Beatrix, pulled on a pair of purple nitrile work gloves as she walked up to me slowly. I quivered a little as she gently ran her left hand over my lower belly. She let her hand stray lower to touch my outer pussy lips and then she rolled my hood and inner lips between the fingers of her right hand. I closed my eyes as she pushed her two middle fingers inside me. She curled her fingers to touch my inner front; I’m so sensitive there that it only took a few minutes for me to gasp softly and cum. I must be even more submissive than I ever realized, I wasn’t outraged that she touched my pussy. I wasn’t offended that she masturbated me right there in public, if I’d been offended or outraged, I wouldn’t have had the orgasm.
I have had to admit to myself that I’m very much a submissive. It started in the courtroom when Ms. Carla made me return naked. It turned out that it wasn’t just Ms. Carla, but all society. Everyone who I met made me understand that my only value is as a naked ponygirl. Their methods of forced domestication and re-education converted me into a submissive ponygirl.
My groom, Jill, was the most important person in my life; she taught me how to live as a ponygirl and took care of me. She took care of my equipment and kept my stall clean, but she also bathed me, fed me and made me understand that I wasn’t allowed to even think about that part of my existence. She helped to modify my thoughts so I was proud that I graduated from the academy. The rest of Master Ryan’s personnel modified my body; I wore more and more extreme hoof boots until I could run all day with heelless hoof boots.
I was concerned about being naked at all times, but now I go out in the morning to pull the cart or carriage or whatever I’m hitched to, some days it’s practice, other days endurance training. I don’t have time or energy to think about it, I get too tired and dirty to even care if I’m naked or not. As I walked back to the barn; I noticed that little rivulets of sweat made tracks in the dust covering all of me.
My graduation from the training academy made me proud to have my nipples pierced. When I run the little bells dangling from the rings through the holes jiggle all around and kinda turn me on, too.
The driver or a handler masturbates me for good behavior, and Jill masturbates me for treats, and special treats are given to me too. I get to mate with a male handler, or trainer. It’s not like love making, I just bend over a rail, in a privacy stall and the male ‘does’ me from behind. Mrs. Caster sets the rotation for the males who ‘breed’ me or any of us, when the opportunity is earned.
I guess when I think about it, I should be upset with myself, but I’m proud that I graduated and when I run my nipple bells jingle and tinkle.
Jill came to my stall one evening before she left to go home and said she had something to tell me. She came in and sat on the side of my bed.
“Your birthday is coming up in a few days,” she whispered. “Mrs. Caster will come and ask you what you’d like for your birthday.” I nodded slowly. “Don’t tell her you want a cake,” she winked at me. “That’s what most girls ask for, but you’ll get that anyway,” she stood up and started toward the gate. “Think about it, and make it worthwhile,” she turned back toward me. “One more thing, I didn’t come here tonight….”
It was actually just the next afternoon when Mrs. Caster had me unhitched and brought to the side of the corral to talk to her. She always dressed in jeans and a western shirt, but they were nice clothes and always clean, her western boots were polished to a shiny cordovan brown.
“Amy, your birthday is coming up in a few days. Since you’re doing so well, Mr. McDonald wanted to see if there is anything that we might be able to get for you. It’s got to be something you can have, as a ponygirl,” she said carefully. That was probably the most she’d ever said to me. I acted like I had to think for a minute, but I’d really already decided what to ask for.
“I want to make love like a girl,” she looked amazed. “Not just have a guy bend me ‘over the rail’, but I want to lay in a bed and have a man hug me and kiss me and feel my boobs,” I took a deep breath. “That’s what I’d like for my birthday.”
“Oh,,well,,ok,,um,,I’ll see what I can do,” it was hard to keep from laughing as she stammered. She didn’t really expect me to have an idea what I’d want. She turned to leave.
“I suppose you want the day off, too?” she sounded a bit sarcastic.
“Yes, please,” I answered quickly.
One of the handlers, Meina, came over to take me back to the carriage we were working with that day. She was reattaching me when Jill came by; she had a big grin on her face, and was doing her best to keep from laughing.
“What did you tell her you wanted?” she was really enjoying Mrs. Caster’s consternation. “She was really in a tither about you.” I couldn’t tell Jill what I asked for, until later when she took my bit out.
“Mr. McDonald told her he wanted you to have what you asked for. She’s going to be busy making that happen.”
Jill told me later two of the male handlers volunteered to do it for me; the one Mrs. Caster chose was Jesus. She also told me he was the one on that first time in the privacy stall, and the privacy stall was for him, my privacy wasn’t a concern. I knew my request wasn’t a secret, Jill told me that Mrs. Caster was concerned that she might have to draft someone for me. What surprised her was that there were two volunteers; after all she certainly did not like ponygirls.
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“Happy Birthday!!” Jill called out to me as she walked into my stall. I raised up, but she put her hand up for me to stop. “You have today off,” she said cheerfully.
We went outside; she waited by the washers while I went across the corral to pee on the ground. After I was done we went back to my stall. I wondered what I’d do all day. Since I spent most all my time in a harness there wasn’t really much else for me to do.
“Guess what,” she still sounded so damn cheerful. “Mr. McDonald has a present for you, too.” She told me he arraigned for me to have a spa treatment, before I get to meet Jesus for my ‘special’ date. She gave me a shower first and then the woman from the beauty shop came to get me. I was amazed; Master Ryan has a beauty shop right here on the ranch!
All I had on to go to the shop was a pair of sandals, no bridle harness nor hoof boots. We just walked over to the shop; it was in the same small building Mr. Mills has his tattoo shop. This place was at the end of the long front hall. I noticed it before, but there was neither sign nor lettering on the frosted window glass. Today there was a light on inside and the door was standing open. We went right on in where I met Dorothy, the cosmetologist who worked part time here and at her own shop in La Mesa.
“Hi,” she said brightly. “Wow, she’s tall,” she stepped closer to me and looked me over top to bottom. She reached out and touched the skin on my left forearm then on the left side of my waist and over my hip. “Jill must put lots of lotion on you,” she looked right at me.
“Yes,” I nodded. “She takes good care of me.”
Ms. Dorothy told me she had some kind of lotion that would make my ‘harness’ the same color as the rest of my skin. Since we wear the pulling harness all the time when we’re outside, the skin under the harness is white and all the rest is tanned. We all have it; we call it our “white-skin harness”. She carefully covered each light colored line on my chest and hips. It looked a little darker at first; she told me I would be even after she put some special healing oil on me.
Niceties over, Ms. Dorothy had me lay on a massage table so she could rub more lotion all over me. I laid on my back with my hair hanging over the end of the table and she started on my head and face. It was some kind of pale pink lotion that she put on my face, neck, and ears. When I told her it smelled real nice, she told me it had oil of lavender in it. Oil of Lavender is made by pressing lavender blooms to extract oil. It’s beneficial as an anti-inflammatory and antiseptic. That was the oil she was talking about making my white harness go away.
She continued down my chest covered my boobs and nipples. She worked her way down over my belly and pussy, on down my legs and even on the bottoms of my feet. She had me turn over and lay over a rolled up towel so my butt was raised up, like every day for a slavegirl. She started at the back of my neck and rubbed the lotion all over my back clear down to my butt. Ms. Dorothy went right over my butt and down each leg and even on the bottoms of my feet again.
Then she worked back up the inside of my legs and thighs when she got to the tops of my thighs she kept right on and applied a ‘liberal amount’ as she called it, to my pussy and butt. Ms. Dorothy slowly rubbed my outer pussy lips, gently at first and then with more pressure. Her hands were real strong, she kept pressing harder until I could barely stand it. She spread my butt with her left hand and cupped her right hand over my pussy, put her two middle fingers in my pussy and then pushed her thumb in my butt. Ms. Dorothy slowly rubbed the ends of her fingers and thumb together. I know telling about it doesn’t seem like much, but when she actually did it, the effect was amazing. I had an orgasm in about three minutes. I’ve gotten used to the idea that any of these people have complete, unlimited, access to my entire body. Sometimes it seems like everybody has unlimited access to my body.
She finished just as Jill came in to get me to go to my Birthday Party. Jill had a present for me too, a pair of light tan leather strap sandals for me to wear now. There was nothing else, no bridle harness nor pulling harness.
“You have to hurry,” Ms. Dorothy said. “There’s no sun block in the oil I put on her. Don’t want her to burn.” We didn’t run to the barn, but we walked fast. It was pretty bright outside so when we went in my eyes had to adjust.
“Surprise!” rang out! I couldn’t believe it. The whole place was full, ponygirls, and slavegirls and a bunch of the grooms, handlers, and trainers. Master Ryan was there and his friend Master Carl Reynolds was also there. Master Carl brought a ponygirl team and two slavegirls. They all came by and wished me a happy birthday.
I felt so neat, no ‘white-skin harnesses’ on me at all. Several of the other ponygirls noticed it, too. After I got a really big piece of cake, I looked for Jesus. He came over to me, and we ate our cake together. It only took half an hour for everyone to get done and move on.
Jesus and I went to the privacy stall that had been outfitted with a real bed. OMG I was so excited to have real man and woman sex that I almost had an orgasm while we walked back there.
As we walked along the little hallway, Jesus put his hand on my bare back. Until then I didn’t feel naked, but when he touched me, I sure did. I felt his hand stray down my back and touch me on my bottom. He patted my butt so very gently.
Damn, I felt positively wanton, like such a slut. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted it, but damn I felt so cheap. While we walked along, I reached down and unzipped his pants. I felt cheap and I wanted him to feel it too.
Since there were so many more women than men, I didn’t really get to know many men. I didn’t realize men don’t feel cheap like women do. He liked it.
We got to the bedroom and went inside. I laid down on the bed and he sat beside me to take his shoes off. I rubbed his back while I waited and then we started kissing. He was so very gentle when he touched and squeezed my boobs and ran his thumbs over my nipples.
It wasn’t very long and he was naked beside me. Then he was over me, and inside me. Since he was assigned to mate with ponygirls regularly, he actually had great orgasm control. I had an orgasm right away, but he kept going. We did it for about twenty minutes and I had another orgasm, and then a third just as he did too. I just laid there for a few minutes while he held me. It was so nice.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I felt so good.
The reason Master Carl Reynolds was at my birthday party was that his ponygirl team was at our ranch to practice for the parade coming up. It was for the mayor Roberto Velez; he was retiring and was re-starting the ponygirl operation at his late mother’s ranch. He inherited it when she passed away and with his daughters he would reopen the facility for ponygirl training and sales.
The parade was from the center of the city down El Cajon Blvd all the way through town and out to the Pinecone Inn. Master Carl owns it now and he was sponsoring the retirement dinner for Mayor Velez. My team pulled the carriage with the mayor and his family for the entire route. There were twenty-four of us hitched to the front of the carriage. There was a driver and the mayor, his wife, and their two daughters in the carriage. The second carriage held Master Ryan and one of his slavegirls, Master Carl and one of his slavegirls, and Mr. Spikes the fiancé of Lupe Velez, Mayor Velez’ older daughter. She was named after the mayor’s mother. The driver was one of Master Carl’s drivers, but I never heard her name.
When we started there was a band and some other floats. The parade stopped after about a mile and Mayor Velez gave about a five minute statement about retiring. The parade was over and the floats and band dropped off while we continued on to the Pinecone Inn, another four or five miles. We were done when we got to the restaurant.
The mayor’s younger daughter, Rebekah, wanted to have a few photos shot with my team in the background. She was real pretty, with her long dark brown hair put up on the top of her head. All of the mayor’s family was dressed in white, but their dresses were different.
Mrs. Velez and Lupe’s dresses had long skirts. Mrs. Velez had a full skirt with two petticoats underneath. Lupe’s dress was sleek and the skirt form fitting, and pretty sexy. Rebekah’s dress was sleek on top, and the short tight skirt showed off her legs. When she got closer I could see that the top was sheer and had a lace over lay. I could see the dark circles of her nipples. Mostly free women don’t dress with much daring. They prefer to be much more demure. Sexy competition with slavegirls is a lost cause, so they are demure, not a slavegirls choice. She did look good though.
She came up to me and stood in front of me for her photo. After a few shots by several photographers who were covering the big event, (At least big for this small city.)
Lupe came by with her fiancé and posed with Rebekah for a few photos. Rebekah came over to me and gently touched my side and belly. I didn’t exactly know what to do so I just stood there, carefully not moving. Even with high heels on her, she was quite short next to me. The top of her head didn’t come up to my shoulder.
“I’d like to buy this one, Lupe,” she looked up at me and smiled. She touched the ring in my left nipple and tapped the bell with her finger.
“Come on, Lupe and Bekka,” Mayor Velez called to them. “We need to get inside.” She ran her thumb over my nipple before she left.
“Lupe, I have to wash my hands,” Rebekah turned to go inside.
Chapter 4
Mia – Slavegirl
I’d been here about a year when Master Ryan told me that my butt was too tight and he wanted to have me opened some more. He’d checked on results others had achieved with the spring loaded butt plugs and found that in many cases the stretching didn’t last. The slavegirls butt started to tighten. I hadn’t returned to the original size, but smaller than when I came here.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, hoping he would say he’d just use my pussy and maybe give up on using my butt.
“The company I get a lot of ponygirl supplies and equipment from also offers help for this, too.”
I was layin’ on my bed when I heard Estella talking to Master Ryan on her cell-phone. She was telling him I was done with my workout and she had given me a shower and I was just resting right now. She opened my door and said she had to take me to Master Ryan’s office, so I had to get ready, right now. She had a tray with my regular gold nipple jewelry under a white towel. She put on a pair of light blue latex gloves and then took out the stainless steel nipple studs I wore to my work out. She put white crème from a white plastic tube on the gold nipple studs and slipped them into the holes in my nipples.
She took me to my makeup table and told me to put on Pattern One. My makeup is all laid out for me, and the styles are set too. I get to do my own makeup, but I have to put it on as I’m instructed.
Once I decided to fix it up, I got in a bit of trouble.
I found out that Master Ryan will punish me if I don’t do as I’m instructed. I was kneeling in Master Ryan’s office when Mrs. Caster, the head groom, came and got me. Estella took all my nipple jewelry and sandals off me and put a heavy leather collar on me. I had a heavy leather binder sleeve on so she didn’t use a lockable collar. That worried me because I knew they weren’t concerned about me taking the collar off, the sleeve was staying on.
Mrs. Caster took me out to one of the big ponygirl barns and led me inside. She had the handler hang me by my ankles from this really high thing that moved along a track almost to the roof. I was run along to the next room where I was stopped next to a ponygirl also hanging by her ankles. I tried to ask her what was going on, but she kept her lips closed and just shook her head. I caught on that talking was not allowed.
She moved forward, but Mrs. Caster had her stopped and I was moved in ahead. I came to where the woman was standing and I was raised up so my boobs were in front of her face, she read off my ISR number 5-002-829 and wrote it on her pad. That was so she could document my punishment on my computerized file later.
“5 002 829, three strokes for disobedience,” she said very loudly. I was lowered down so my head was just off the floor. Then the cables I was hanging from pulled my legs apart. This woman in a black robe stepped forward, but she stopped.
“She’s real short, raise her up two,” she said loudly, to someone behind her. My legs stayed apart but I moved up a bit. She liked that and just waved her arm. I didn’t exactly see what she had in her hand, but she used it to hit me on the inside of my left thigh.
Oh My God! That hurt like fire. It was so fast; I just yelped and started to cry. I couldn’t see very well because of the tears. Estella was there to wipe my eyes.
“You’ll be all right,” she whispered while she wiped my face. She stood up and nodded to the woman in the robe.
She stepped forward and struck down again, this time she hit the inside of my right thigh. I was already crying when the thing hit me. Estella was right there to wipe off my face again. They waited for a long time, I found out later it was only one minute, and the woman stepped forward again. Well three strokes meant this next one would be the last one.
Just before she struck down for the third time, I realized where she would hit this time. I started to say,,,NO!,,, just as the thing hit right on my pussy.
I was sure she had changed the whippy thing for a hammer. I’d never felt anything so terrible, ever in my life, but there didn’t seem to be a lot surface pain. I didn’t feel like she whipped my pussy, she hit my soul. I felt warm and then hot all over, and I felt like I was looking through a tunnel, and my ears were full of cotton, I could only hear a rushing noise, like you hear from a radio between stations. Then the noise just faded away to nothing. Everything seemed to get dimmer until it was all black. It didn’t happen all at once, but it did seem to happen fast.
Estella was there with a thing under my nose that made me wake up. Then my pussy hurt, BAD. Estella walked along beside me as the machinery took me into the next room. I was lowered down onto the straw covered floor, so Estella could take the things off my ankles.
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I put the makeup on as instructed, and when I was done Estella had a collar and leash for me. We went up to Master Ryan’s office. We stopped at the door and waited until it was opened by a man in a white lab coat. His name tag said his name was “Chip”. He took my leash from Estella and she left as he shut the door.
There were four people there; an older woman in an expensive suit, a young, blonde woman in a short mauve skirt and ivory-white blouse, and the man with a white shirt and dark blue necktie and another real young woman also with a white top and dark blue women’s necktie. The man and the youngest woman had white lab coats, too.
Each of them, except the youngest woman, had elegant name tags that had - Slavetech - across the top and their names below. Mrs. Lundy - Director, on her name tag, was telling Master Ryan about some jewelry that Miss Capes had designed. She nodded toward the younger woman. It would be made to my specifications, to fit my nipple piercings. He said he was only interested in the butt plugs and the new lube.
Miss Sylvia Capes, on her name tag, took my leash from Chip and led me to a flat topped table and told me to get up on the top. She pulled on a pair of disposable gloves while she told me to lie on my left side. Miss Capes took the leash off my collar and directed me to pull my knees up. When I was in a sort of a loose fetal position, it gave her complete access to my bottom and pussy.
“I have this butt plug measure to check its anus first,” she said to Master Ryan. She carefully lubricated a cone shaped butt plug and slowly pushed it into me. It went into my butt easily, all the way to the stop at the outer end. “Looks like I need a bigger size,” she said mostly to herself, as she pulled it out. “He must have a pretty big penis,” she whispered to me. I didn’t say anything, but I nodded slowly. She smiled and rolled her eyes. Even some fairly pretty women don’t have men available to them all the time.
She selected another cone shaped measure and lubricated it. This one went in my butt about half way and it started to stretch me a lot, and hurt a bit.
“Starting to stretch a bit?” Miss Capes asked when I gasped softly. “I need to go a little bit more,” she shrugged. “We can wait a little bit,” she said easily.
“Yes ma’am,” I whispered. I knew she really didn’t care about my personal comfort. She came around to the front and gently stroked my hair and the right side of my face.
“Eres una buena chica,” she whispered softly. “You’re a good girl.” She went back to the other side of the table and pushed on the end of the butt plug measure. It went in deeper quite easily, and then became more painful.
“Oohh,” I sighed softly. “Please, it’s too much.”
“Sshh,” She said as she patted the side of my hip. She pushed on the end again, but it barely moved. It did hurt more though. She marked the side of the cone with a marker pen, and then slowly pulled it out of me. I stayed on the table while she went over to Master Ryan’s desk.
“I’ll have a set ready in two to three days,” she held the butt plug up. “It’ll be of the polished walnut, I have plenty of that. I’ll be here with a partial set Tuesday.”
“Partial set?” was all Master Ryan said.
“Well its butt doesn’t need the two smaller sizes. I only need to bring the three larger sized sets,” she explained. “That’s size C1, C2, C3 and D1, 2, 3 all the way through E3. I’ll make three of each size so there’s enough to keep a clean plug available at all times.”
“Ok, cool,” Master Ryan appreciated the thought that she wasn’t selling him more than he needed.
On Tuesday afternoon Estella took me to Master Ryan’s office. I had a collar, but no leash and no arm binder sleeve. Master Ryan rarely saw me on Tuesday. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings were when he went to the fertility clinics to sell them the supplies of his male reproductive sperms. We went into his office and Master Ryan was alone there. He didn’t say anything; he just indicated that I was to kneel on a pad over by the window. There were two red pads there; Estella had me kneel on the one on the right.
I wasn’t there for five minutes and Miss Capes rushed in the door. Today she wore a short brown suede skirt and a pale pink tShe had a large case with her, the kind that has wheels on one end, and a naked slavegirl with her, too. The girl had a matte gold finished collar with a chain leash and a rear arm binder; too. She brought the girl over to where I was kneeling and had her kneel on a pad right next to me. Miss Capes unsnapped the leash after the girl knelt next to me. She looked at me and smiled shyly. Miss Capes put her finger to her lips and shook her head, no.
The girl was real pretty, and had a nice smile. She had blond hair, sunshine blond, not bleached blond. Her hair was quite long and straight, down to the middle of her slender back. She had nice boobs, which stood straight out on her chest and pale pink nipples. Her nipples and areolas were like a single cone on the end of her boobs and kinda pointed. She had pretty blue eyes. She was a little taller than me; of course, most everyone is taller than me. She was probably 5 feet 5 or 6 at the most. Her number was tattooed in pink with a blue outline on the top of her right boob, 1 999 8088
“Here’s your order, Mr. McDonald,” Miss Capes said as she opened the case in front of Master Ryan. She picked up a smaller case and opened it, too. “I can go ahead and install one in it now, if you want.” She looked toward me. She didn’t call slavegirls “she” or “her” always “it.”
“Sure,” Master Ryan answered. “Let’s see how they fit.” She indicated I should go to the same flat table I was on last week. I got up on top and laid on my side facing Master Ryan. She had me turn over to my other side so Master Ryan could see her insert the butt plug into me.
Miss Capes put on a pair of latex gloves as she walked toward me; she had a syringe filled with lubrication. It was clear plastic with black numbers on the sides and a black tube on the end.
“Pull your knees up, girl,” she said as she walked. When she got to me, she had the syringe ready to lube me. Miss Capes pushed the tube into my butt as far as it would go; I felt the end of the syringe touch my butt. She gently put the lube into me. It was cold and I shuddered a little.
“I need to lube its anal canal, too,” she said over her shoulder, to Master Ryan. She pressed the end of the syringe as she pulled it out of me, and she put some of the lube on the outside of my butt hole too. She carefully put the butt plug against my butt and slowly pushed it into me. It spread my butt open as it got wider. It was finally to the point where the largest part went into me. She continued to push it in until the widest part was inside completely past my canal.
“There are two sphincters in its anal canal,” she explained to Master Ryan. “This plug is shaped to hold each one open to the precise amount to promote natural expansion,” she smiled, proud of her invention. “It’s shaped in the middle, too.” The wider shaft part was shaped to fill my anal canal, between the sphincters.
“And now for this,” she said as she took off her latex gloves. “We had one of our clients sell us, well Mrs. Lundy, some raffle tickets,” she smiled. “Mrs. Lundy buys stuff like that from some clients regularly. Well, to make a longer story short, we won,” she threw her hands up. “Slavetech has neither need nor place for a slavegirl, what ever would we do with it?” she asked.
“I suggested we give it to our best customer. We decided to see who buys the most from us and who gives us the best profit margin and then decide from there,” she turned toward the slavegirl and motioned for her to come the where she was standing.
“Well the decision was easy, you are both. With all the ponygirl supplies and products you buy you’re both out largest purchaser and because you always choose the finest products you’re also our most profitable client,” she pushed the blond slavegirl forward. “Here is a token of our appreciation.”
“Oh, well, thank you,” Master Ryan kinda stuttered. I’d never heard him at a loss for words. Before she sent the girl back to the kneeling pad, she had the girl turn so Master Ryan could see the large pink and blue “C” tattoo covering the left side of her left boob.
“Carl’s school,” Master Ryan said softly. “Good place for training.” Miss Capes nodded.
“That’s where it was when we won it,” Miss Capes shrugged. “At first one of the sales reps suggested to pierce it to show off some of our products, but Mrs. Lundy decided against that.”
“At the slavegirl academy its nipples were treated with the new yellow nipple crème, so both its nipples and areolas are very sensitive.” Master Ryan nodded slowly.
“That’s what makes its nipples and areolas stand up like they do.” Miss Capes touched the girl’s shoulder. “Tell your master what training you’ve had,” she ordered.
“I’ve only had oral training master,” she said very softly, barely above a whisper.
“I have also included the two small anal sets,” Miss Capes told Master Ryan. “In case you want to open its bottom, too. The most interesting aspect though is this.” She turned to the blond slavegirl. “Have you had and vaginal training, bitch?”
“No, mistress, I haven’t.”
“Ever had a master use your cunt?” she asked next.
“No mistress.”
“It’s a virgin, the doctor was very careful when she installed the IUD in it,” she smiled as she spoke.
Estella came up for us and led us both down to the slave room. She put the new slavegirl in the other big cell, right next to mine. She went to a kneeling pad and knelt to wait. Estella came back in about ten minutes with Jill, the ponygirl groom.
“Do you have a name, girl?” she asked.
“No ma’am,” the slavegirl answered. “Miss Capes told me not to tell my original name. Master Ryan will name me and I’m not supposed to influence him,” she spoke solemnly.
“Master Ryan will name you whatever he wants,” I said. “Your previous name won’t influence him.”
“Dianna,” she looked around to make sure no one overheard. “What’s your name?”
“Mia,” I answered. I decided not to tell her my original name, yet.
“Come over here and I’ll get the binder off you,” Estella called from the door. She hurried to the door and turned so Estella could get to the zipper on the back of the binder.
“Thank you, mistress,” Dianna said after Estella unzipped the binder. Her arms fell to her sides. She stood still and held her shoulders back while Estella gently touched the girl’s pink nipples.
“My name is Estella and this is Jill,” she motioned toward Jill. “We’re grooms, probably the only free women you are allowed to name.”
“Don’t call either of us, Mistress,” Jill smiled. I really like Jill, she’s honestly friendly.
“Are you my groom?” she asked Jill.
“No, sweetheart,” Jill answered. “I’m here to help Estella. You were a bit of a surprise to us.”
“We didn’t have a chance to get a groom for you,” Estella said to her.
“She has really nice nipples, Jill. They’re nice and firm,” she said as she gently squeezed each of Dianna’s pale, pink nipples. She was uncomfortable with Estella’s attention to her nipples.
“The trainer there put some sort of yellow crème on them every day for the first month I was there.”
While we were sitting in our cells she told me how she ended up a slavegirl with an ISR number. Her mother was working in a night club and borrowed some money. The woman she borrowed from wanted re-payment fast. She couldn’t pay it back.
The woman’s ‘friend’ had some money to help pay back the loan. He was real nasty, but he was willing to help. After paying back the first loan, he wanted his money back, too. Her car ‘caught’ fire one night in the parking lot. “Good thing it wasn’t your house.” They convinced her to sell her daughter, she was only seventeen and quite pretty. The man took her to the local ISR office to have her registered.
The newest court ruling required he have prior ISR approval and his own owner number, he was not legally qualified to have slavegirl owner approval. The slavegirl was taken from him, but she was legally signed off by her mother, so she was registered by the ISR. That’s why her owner registration was 999. The ISR donated her to a group to raffle off for money they would donate to medical research, for the birth problem. That’s how she ended up with Slavetech. Dianna said she thought it was all done to put her mother in a position where she had to sign Dianna over to pay back the loan.
Master Ryan came down to the slave room to see the new slavegirl. She looked pretty scared; she was only seventeen when she was taken. She had her eighteenth birthday while she was in Master Carl’s slave academy. He had a woman with him. She was about 5 feet eight or even nine, and wearing a blue and red and green micro-plaid western shirt and blue denim mini-skirt. She also wore beautiful, light brown knee high western boots. She was dark with black hair and beautiful deep brown eyes, she looked Mexican to me. She was real pretty.
“Julina, this is your assignment,” Master Ryan smiled. “I’ve named her Marla,” he looked at ‘Marla’. Julina smiled and nodded.
“Marla, this is your groom,” he said as he stopped in front of the new girl’s cell. “I like that name.”
“I’ll take good care of her for you Mr. McDonald,” Julina said softly. Master Ryan turned and left without saying anything to me. I felt kinda bad, ignored. Now that he had a new, pretty little pink and blonde girl, I was afraid he just forgot about me.
Estella and Jill came in just then, Jill helped Julina get started with Marla and Estella came in to my cell.
“We will get started in soon; Mr. McDonald wants you upstairs in a little.” I was amazed he hadn’t ever had me with him on a Tuesday evening.
Later, the evening groom put an arm binder on me and took me up to the elegant formal dining room. We had dinner with Mistress Salina. They sat at the table and I knelt beside Master Ryan so he could feed me from his plate.
After we finished dinner Mistress Salina wanted to see my nipple jewelry and the new butt plug. I stood so she could check my nipples. She gently touched the ends of my nipples and the ends of the cross pins, too.
“Turn round so I can see your new butt plug too, Mia,” she ordered. I turned with my back toward her and bent forward so she could check my butt over. She put on some purple nitrile gloves and gently pressed on the end of the butt plug.
“Does it feel tight in your butt, Mia?” she asked casually.
“No mistress,” I answered. She had me turn so she could check my pussy with her right hand. She pressed her left hand against my back, just above my butt.
“You have a nicely shaped pussy, everything is tight and enclosed in the thick outer labia,” she said as she pressed on my pussy. She pulled my lips apart and plucked at my clit. “This is nice with the ring through it,” she pulled on the tiny chain hanging from my clit ring.
“She has quite a large clitoris,” she looked toward Master Ryan. “It’s much larger than usual,” Mistress Salina rolled my clit between her finger and thumb. I moaned softly and pulled back a bit from the intense handling. With the left hand against my lower back she pressed me forward. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and starting to drip down my thighs.
She wasn’t trying to get me hot or turned on, she was just looking my pussy and butt over because she could and didn’t care if I got excited.
Mistress Salina left after that, she told Master Ryan she had a date.
“Do you want to allow your date use Mia?” Master Ryan asked from behind a motorcycle magazine, he couldn’t see her shrug.
“Not this time,” she said, as she left to meet her date. “I’ll see how it goes. If we have a second date, I might.”
He was going to let her date use me. That way she wouldn’t have to do anything, but he would leave satisfied. With the butt plug in me, my pussy might not be too comfortable, so he would probably want to use my mouth. I was so glad she turned him down. I looked at Master Ryan carefully.
“Don’t worry,” he said without looking at me. “She won’t use you, but I had to offer.” We went to Master Ryan’s suite. He had to go to the two Wednesday fertility clinics, so he didn’t use me either, but I got to sleep in his bed. I cuddled up to him the best that I could with the arm binder on. I laid there for a while before I went to sleep.
I realized that I really do love him…
Wednesday morning, after my enema, I went to the gym to work out with Master Ryan’s personal trainer. Brandy was real nice to me, Master Ryan asked her to make up a program for me. He wanted me to be in good shape but not muscular. After I was done I was led back to the slave room and Estella gave me a shower, and brought my breakfast. She then put the next size larger, C2, butt plug in me.
Marla was done eating and was in her cell, I noticed that she was wearing a gold ankle bracelet. Estella told me that meant Master Ryan wants her tonight; whoever he requests wears the gold anklet. The evening grooms know who is to be taken upstairs that evening.
Thursday morning Marla was brought back to her cell, she was sobbing softly. He wanted to use her butt before he used her pussy. He had her lay over a pillow but he couldn’t get into her butt, she was too tight and it hurt too much when he tried.
“He wants to use my bottom,” she complained. “That’s too strange.”
After Julina finished Marla’s shower she made Marla get back on top of her table. Julina carefully pushed the smallest, A1 size, butt plug into Marla’s little anus. Julina also brought the gold ankle bracelet to me.
Thursday evening Master Ryan was out until after dark, so I didn’t get taken upstairs to his suite until fairly late. Master Ryan wanted to talk to me.
“Tomorrow night I’m going to use Marla’s pussy,” he told me. “I want you to help her to see that her first time isn’t too bad.” I nodded slowly, remembering my first time with a man. It wasn’t as much fun as I’d hoped it might be. It did hurt a bit, but not a lot. I’ve heard women say how much it hurt them. I was really ready when it finally happened, but it wasn’t as exciting as I’d planned.
Steven or John whatever his name is wasn’t my first. I only had one boyfriend before him, and I thought I was pretty lucky. A few women don’t ever get any man and lots only get one once in a while.
There has been one major benefit though. Venereal disease has become almost non-existent, it just doesn’t happen much anymore. Women, who have it, don’t get a chance to spread it and men who have it get treated, so they can have more women. Most doctors and medical researchers are women so there is a great emphasis on ending VD, so there are more men available.
Sorry about being so long winded, but I’ve had a lot of time to look into the whole problem. Being a slavegirl is not really all that exciting; I spend a lot of time waiting for Master Ryan. When he has me with him it’s really nice, he’s pretty nice to me and he has a really big dick that fills me right up, and it will stretch Marla a lot. Now he wants me to help him give Marla a good time, and, really, I’ll do my best.
With the butt plug in me, Master Ryan can’t use my bottom. He doesn’t like to use my pussy either; the outer end of the butt plug is uncomfortable to him. I have to suck him off, and when he spurts in my mouth it’s a hell of a lot. I have to work hard to swallow it all.
Estella came and got me Friday morning, and after we were all done with our morning stuff, we both had gold anklets. It’s Friday and I don’t have the butt plug in me today and tonight. I felt so relieved that my butt wasn’t being invaded, but Estella told me that tomorrow morning she had to put a D1 size plug, the first real large butt plug, in me.
There wasn’t much going on that day, Master Ryan had a couple of meetings and then we’d be sent up to him for dinner. It meant that I might get the chance to get a few bites of steak.
We both wore rear arm binders while we knelt by Master Ryan as he had dinner, Marla on the right and me on the left. It’s the best spot; he put his left hand on me, while he ate with the right. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Master Ryan fed me tiny bites of his steak.
After dinner we went up to Master Ryan’s suite. I was going to help Master Ryan take Marla’s cherry, she was anxious about it. No one actually told her, but she just kinda knew something was going on.
“Are you going to use me in my pussy, Master?” she almost cried as she asked. Master Ryan just smiled and nodded slowly. He motioned to me to get closer to Marla. I moved so I sat right beside her, Master Ryan unzipped my binder so my arms were free.
I put my arms around Marla’s shoulders and hugged her close, our boobs rubbed together. Master Ryan pushed against the back of my head so I leaned closer to Marla’s face. I kissed her on the lips. I started to pull back, but she leaned to me so I kissed her some more. I licked my lips while we were kissing, I didn’t really stick my tongue in her mouth. She used her tongue to lick my tongue, so I put my tongue slightly in her mouth, just inside her lips. Marla moaned softly as I pulled back.
I moved back a little so there was a little more room between us and touched her left boob. I started at the base and slowly slid my fingers toward her nipple. I cupped my hand around her boob and ran my thumb over her nipple. Her nipple got firm almost immediately. She leaned forward so we could kiss again.
Master Ryan helped her lie back, he made sure she didn’t fall back; her arms were still in the binder. He told me yesterday that she would have to wear the binder for the whole evening. I ran my left hand over her right boob and down her chest and over her belly to the top of her pussy. I put my hand on her belly just over her pussy, right on the top of her mound. I put my thumb on the top of her clitoral hood and pushed gently. Marla started to moan softly. Her pussy got real wet, she was gettin’ hot.
Master Ryan made her raise up so he could put a pillow under her bottom. He told me earlier he wanted me to help him get lined up so he could get into her pussy without any trouble. Her pussy was kinda small and since she’d never had anything in there, pretty tight. Before he got up over her he took her ankles and pushed her legs up so she was really opened up for him.
I grasped his dick with my left hand and moved the head around between her outer lips. The end of his dick got all wet from her lubrication, I lined him up for her and leaned forward, I whispered “Ok” in his ear, it was time.
He pushed into her pussy. As soon as he started I got my hand out of the way, he didn’t ram his dick in, but he pushed all the way in. Marla yelped once and then started breathing hard, almost gasping. Master Ryan pumped in and out. I could see that his big dick really stretched her pussy open. Marla tried to raise her head up toward Master Ryan, but she had the binder sleeve holding her arms and the pillow under her butt and couldn’t get raised up. She tried to kiss him when he pushed forward. I put my hand under her neck and lifted her up a little, it was all the help she needed to reach him. He saw what she was trying to do, and slowed so he could kiss her too.
“Oh my god,” she moaned loud when she had an orgasm. They went for some more and then they both pushed hard against each other and both had orgasms.
After we were done peeing out in the hallway slavegirl facility, we went back in to go to bed with Master Ryan. I laid down on the side of the bed so Master Ryan could put the arm binder on me.
“I’m not sure you need this anymore,” he held up the binder. I didn’t get up though; I just stayed there with my arms behind me. “Do you want this?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I said softly. “I should probably have it on me.” I looked up at him, “Master.”
We laid down beside Master Ryan, I was cuddled up next him and Marla was cuddled close to me. She leaned close to my left ear so she could whisper.
“I never kissed a girl before,” Marla said softly in my ear. “I liked it, a lot.” She kissed me on the side of my neck. Master Ryan patted me on my butt; he wanted me to turn so my back was to him. I did and pressed my butt was back against him. He put his dick against my butt hole, and then he pushed right into me.
Saturday evening was the retirement dinner for the mayor, and I didn’t have to wear the butt plug, but I did have the tiny gold chains from my collar to the ends of my nipple jewelry and around under my arms to the back of my collar. I also wore a pair of gorgeous black leather heels; they were platforms with really high heels and dark gray stockings with black lacey tops. They were the kind that stays up without garters. Even though the rest of me was naked, I felt special.
We rode in the second carriage with Master Carl Reynolds and Mr. Spikes. Mr. Spikes was engaged to one of the mayor’s daughters. There is a customary way of dressing here, in this area. It’s much more regimented than where I grew up. The mayor and his family all wore white clothes; the women also wore elbow length, white gloves. That’s the mayor’s wife and older daughter, because they are not virgins. Years ago it meant they were married, and before that it meant they had children. The younger daughter didn’t have white gloves and she also wore a short skirt. (But she wasn’t really a virgin.)
One of the parade marshals came by and told Master Ryan that a city ordinance required slavegirls be restricted when out in public. It’s usually not enforced, but for the parade with the mayor and all that goes with it, we had to comply. Master Ryan called someone and in a few minutes there was a leash for each of us.
Both of the mayor’s daughters had graduated from the college, the older one last year and the younger one just this past spring. After the parade went about a mile, the mayor made a five minute speech and the floats and band dropped off. We went on in the two carriages to Master Carl’s restaurant for the retirement dinner.
I was kneeling on the floor of the carriage in front of Master Ryan and Kari was kneeling in front of her owner, Master Carl. Kari was about 35 or even 36, she had been a slavegirl since she was 20. She was about 5’4’” and had short white-blonde hair. She was almost flat chested, really tiny boobs, and long, thick nipples.
Kari was one of the first slavegirls around here. Her number ‘1 060 001’ wasn’t tattooed on the top of her boob; it was tattooed in small numbers on her areola. Since there were no rules about the number when it was tattooed on her, the ISR couldn’t make Master Carl change it, but if he ever sold her, he’d have to get the number put on the top of her boob, like mine. She was real tanned; she liked to run for exercise and got real dark. She was so tan that her whole body was the same shade as her nipples. I could see the difference in texture of her skin, but no difference in the color. I asked her if her nipples didn’t get dark too. She said that they got to this shade and didn’t get any darker, but the rest of her skin did. Her groom puts a lot of lotion on her every day.
Mr. Spikes, who was engaged to Guadalupe Velez the mayor’s older daughter, also rode in the carriage with us. He was kinda funny he sat in the middle, between Master Ryan and Master Carl; he sat so straight and kept his knees together so he didn’t even come close to touching either me or Kari. I don’t think he was really afraid, but he didn’t want anyone to see him getting too close to a naked slavegirl. Maybe he didn’t want his fiancé see him getting too close to a naked slavegirl.
We got to the Pinecone Inn restaurant and Master Ryan had to help me out of the carriage. I’d been kneeling on the carriage floor so long that I was pretty stiff. He just picked me up in his arms, like a baby and set me on my feet.
“Thank You, Master,” I smiled at him, and gave him a kiss on the side of his face. He walked along beside me and when we got inside he unclipped the leash and just let it fall on the ground by the door.
Inside the restaurant was finished with rustic light colored wood rafters and paneling and the beams were huge square logs that ran all the way from one end to the other end of the dining room. The tables and chairs were huge too. Master Ryan told me that a few years ago it was out in the country, but the city had grown since the Mayor Velez was elected. That’s why he was so popular.
We got to our table and found our places, each spot had a card in front of it, mine, a kneeling pad even had ‘Mia’ on it. Master Ryan sat on the left end on our side then the spot for me to kneel and sitting next to me was Rebekah, the mayor’s younger daughter.
Sitting next to her was Mr. Spikes and then Guadalupe, Kari’s kneeling pad was next and then Master Carl was on the right end. We were across the table from the mayor, and his wife. Ms. Rebekah was real nice, but she was quite condescending to me. She’s free and always will be.
After we finished eating she told me to crawl under the table to the mayor and give him a blow job. I didn’t quite know what to do, I’m supposed to follow Master Ryan’s orders, and I didn’t know her. I hesitated for a minute and she poked me on the back of my neck, I looked up at Master Ryan, he looked down at me and nodded and tipped his head toward the mayor.
“Don’t swallow til you get back here, and show me,” Ms. Rebekah whispered. I just nodded. I looked around and when the mayor looked busy, I ducked down and moved carefully across the underside of the table.
When I got to him, I was afraid he’d jump when I touched his zipper to get his dick out. He didn’t jump, but tried to reach down to see what was going on, his wife grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest and said something about her heart beating so hard. I got his dick out and started licking the head; it wasn’t as big as Master Ryan’s dick. I licked the whole length and sucked it all into my mouth. I had to suck for about five minutes before he spurted into my mouth. I jumped when I felt someone behind me. It was Kari; she had to suck him off too.
I slipped back to the other side of the table and stopped just before I came up and waited for Ms. Rebekah to look down toward me. She did and I opened my mouth to show her that the mayor had cum in my mouth. She looked over at the mayor and back at me and nodded. I got back onto my pad before I swallowed. Just as I swallowed, I looked over and saw that Kari was done and showing Ms. Guadalupe the mayor’s cum in her mouth too. Wow, it didn’t take her very long; she must be really good at givin’ blow jobs.
Ms. Rebekah had a wine glass and held it for me to get a drink from; it was some kind of white wine. I hadn’t had a drink since the night when I shot the little girl. It was okay, and it tasted pretty good. Master Ryan had a drink of water for me too.
Ms. Rebekah asked Master Ryan if he was giving Mr. Spikes a ride home after the dinner. He told her no, Master Carl was, and he had to drive right by Mr. Spikes place anyway. She leaned over to Ms. Guadalupe and pointed to Master Carl, and then to Mr. Spikes back. Ms. Guadalupe nodded and reached over to Master Carl and tapped him on the back.
I got a chance to say good bye to Kari before they left. She told me she has to give Mr. Spikes a blow job on the way home. I guess Ms. Guadalupe doesn’t mind too much if Mr. Spikes touches a slavegirl.
We went to bed right after we got home; I laid down and waited for my binder.
“Do you think you really need this?” Master Ryan held up the binder.
“I feel secure when you put that on me, and then lay right beside me. I even like to go to sleep with your dick in my butt.”
“I thought you didn’t really care for it in your butt,” he said.
“I didn’t before, but I guess it’s all right,” I shrugged. “Especially if I have that on,” I nodded toward the binder. “There isn’t much I can do anyway.” I smiled at Master Ryan, and nodded toward the binder again. I didn’t want him to forget to put it on me. He zipped it on me and then I cuddled to him so he could get to my butt.
Master Ryan surprised me tonight; he put his hand on my lower belly, just above my pussy and pushed back on me.
“Arch back a little more,” he said. He also pushed up on the backs of my legs with the front of his legs, too. Master Ryan put the head of his dick between my pussy lips, and pushed all the way inside. Oh it felt so good; we laid there together and then went to sleep. I really liked going to sleep with his dick up inside me.
End Part II
Part III to Follow
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