Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 47
Nancy came to her feet when Canjac gave the order. With her hands
secured to her corset in back, she had trouble maintaining her balance. Her
master grabbed her by the upper arm to keep her from falling over. She had just
learned her first lesson about how much she had to depend on her master for the
simplest of task.
Motion over her head drew her gaze up. The bar descended before her,
coming to a halt at waist-level. A French maid pushed the bar back so it touched
the corset at her waist. On each side of the corset near her hip bones were
small metal rings. Two padlocks, one on the right and the other on the left,
kept the sulky fastened in place.
The French Maid trotted to Canjac. Kneeling before her master, she
offered him the keys, hoping that he would reward her submissive behavior.
Already Nancy envied her. After tucking the keys in a pocket, he secured the
slave girl's hands behind her back with handcuffs. She curried across the room
to be tethered until needed again.
Nancy watched her run, wishing she could join her.
Her training as a slave girl had only begun. Only when she learned the
true meaning of submission would he allow her the honor of pleasing him.
Another slave girl attached the ends of the reins to rings on the bitgag
where it stuck out of each side of her mouth. She pulled the far end of the
leather strap over Nancy's head. The captive could not see what her sister slave
did with it, but when she passed in front of her, she no longer had it.
Tears began to form in Nancy's eyes. Becoming a slave girl was one
thing.
Being turned into a ponygirl was another.
The slave girl had locked her to a sulky. Anywhere she went, she would
have to drag that device with her. Canjac had ordered that she be a ponygirl.
She was only a slave girl, totally dependent upon her master. She could do
nothing but obey.
Her master went first to the seat to retrieve the whip. This discipline
device was not particularly formidable. Most of its length was the handle with a
short piece of rawhide on the end. Canjac carried it around in front of the
ponygirl where he flicked it a couple times so Nancy would know what could
happen to her if she did not obey.
Crack! Crack!
"I suppose that if I let you go, you would be quite happy to bend over
and offer yourself to every man here."
Nancy nodded. She needed no further lessons on being a slave girl. She
was most willing to obey.
"Well, I think a little training is in order to make you appreciate your
status as a slave girl. You have to realize that being one of my slave girls is
a great honor. I have only the most beautiful slave girls. They are submissive
and want nothing but to please me."
As he said that, he caressed her right nipple with his left hand. The
right snapped the whip once again. He did not have to speak the threat. If she
behaved, he would reward her with pleasure. If she disobeyed, she would feel the
whip.
Crack!
While it might appear he threatened to use the whip on her titties, she
knew the real threat was to her bottom. Her bottomcheeks protruded through a
pair of holes in the crimson latex panties. The panties served no purpose other
than to make her bottomcheeks targets for her master to aim for.
"Well? Shall we get started?"
Once on the seat, he released the brake. He flicked the reins with his
left hand, not expecting Nancy to respond. No ponygirl ever did the first time.
She needed encouragement.
The length of the handle allowed the user to poke the ponygirl in the
bottom if he wished. Instead, Canjac flicked it with his right hand.
Crack! Crack! One blow to each target.
A red mark appeared on each protruding bottomcheek where the blows had
landed.
He flicked the reins again.
Crack! Crack!
Nancy realized her resistance gained her nothing. Secured as she was to
the sulky, she could not swing her rear end about at all. Whatever place he
aimed for, he could hit and there was nothing she could do about it. The pain
was not great, but she realized he could keep it up indefinitely. He would
continue to flick the end of the whip against her bottom as long as she stood
there.
Crack! Crack!
She did not want to be a ponygirl.
Crack! Crack!
She did not want to have her bottom beaten either.
She stepped forward slowly.
Canjac's weight rested on the axle so the job of pulling the sulky was
not difficult. The sulky was designed so the ponygirl could perform without
becoming exhausted. All she had to do was walk forward, the sulky would follow.
Once they had her trained, a ponygirl could work for hours pulling a sulky
without being tired.
A well-trained ponygirl was a valuable commodity. She knew Canjac could
sell her for much more if he trained her as a ponygirl, than as a submissive
French Maid. If she worked hard to be a good ponygirl, he might decide to keep
her as one. But if she resisted, he might keep her in harness as a punishment.
Either way, her fate no longer was in her hands. Her master decided what
would happen to her.
She felt him pull on the right rein.
"Veer to the right. You have to give yourself room to turn. You don't
want to try backing up until you have some experience."
That appeared to be a reasonable order. Changing her direction to the
right took her toward the door. A few meters short of it, he pulled hard on the
left rein. Nancy responded by turning in the direction. By moving first to the
right, she had sufficient room to make the turn.
She hesitated for a second when she saw them bringing in slave girls.
Crack! Crack!
Her friends were about to watch her degradation!
Crack! Crack!
She continued forward. At the far end of the loading area, he directed
her to turn. This time he said nothing. He gave all his instructions to her
using the reins. A pull on the right rein brought her closer to the door. A pull
on the left caused her to make a large circle about the room.
He brought her to a halt before the rows of kneeling slave girls. Nancy
looked to the right, made eye contract with a couple, then stared straight ahead
as she blushed in embarrassment at her situation. They were slave girls. She was
a ponygirl.
She was nothing more than a beast of burden.
She felt Canjac climb off the seat. At the same time a French Maid
trotted forward with a pair of short chains that she fastened between Nancy's
head harness and her collar. Though this slave girl wore a dildo gag, Nancy
could tell she was laughing at her. Canjac put a slave girl in a French Maid's
outfit because he enjoyed looking at her in sexy, revealing attire.
Nancy was a ponygirl. He wanted her to use her body to work.
"Ponygirl Nancy, think of the great service you are about to do for your
friends. You are going to show them what happens to bad little slave girls. I am
sure that each will learn a lesson from this episode that will save them sorrow
in the future."
Nancy tried to turn her head but discovered the check chains kept her
from doing that. She could lower her head and turn it a few degrees to either
side, but could not move it beyond that.
He had disappeared from her sight and she felt him getting into the
sulky again.
"I think we need a little more speed now that you have some experience."
He flicked the reins again. Nancy thought about resisting for half a
second before deciding that it would accomplish nothing. She started forward,
maintaining the same pace as before.
"Come on, show everyone how you trot."
Nancy knew she could not run wearing those high heels. She would turn an
ankle or fall down or...
Crack! Crack!
She picked up the pace a little.
Crack! Crack!
She wanted to plead with him to allow her to walk but the bitgag kept
her from doing that. She was a slave girl. She was a ponygirl. Her only duty
was to obey the orders of her master and he wanted her to move faster.
Crack! Crack!
Gone was any thought of resistance. She wanted only to please her
master. She only wanted to be a good little slave girl.
Crack! Crack!
All she wanted to do...
She fairly trotted along when she approached the end of the loading
area. He pulled on the left rein to allow her sufficient room to turn. Once
around, he pulled on the right rein. She made another turn that caused her to
pass behind the rows of kneeling slave girls.
At the end of the area, he directed her about so she moved back in the
direction she had begun. Where she went was decided by her master.
After ten complete circuits, he brought her to a halt. After locking the
brake, he climbed off so he could face her.
"Now I want you to show some ponygirl style when you trot. Lift each
knee high into the air. As you bring a foot down, raise the other knee. Don't
let both feet remain on the floor at the same time."
Once again they passed behind the kneeling slave girls. If Nancy did not
raise her knees far enough in the air to suit Canjac, he would reward her with a
blow on the back of the thighs with the whip.
Crack! Crack!
Nancy pulled her knees as high in the air as she could. Around and
around she went. She had to concentrate on what she did so she could not see the
other slave girls. She was certain they laughed at her. They were ready to use
their bodies to bring pleasure to their master.
She heard no sounds in the room except the clicking of her heels on the
floor. Even the sound of the wheels rolling across the floor was drowned out by
the heels.
All she could do was pull her master about the room.
"What do you think?"
He brought her to a halt before the kneeling captives. He tossed the
reins to one of his men.
"I think she is a natural."
While she knew this unknown man was praising her efforts, she was
uncertain whether to feel happy about it or not. She had never envisioned
herself as a natural ponygirl, or slave girl for that matter.
Canjac moved around in front of the ponygirl.
"In the few short weeks I've known you, Nancy, you have proven to be a
total bitch. You are very beautiful, and you know it. You are going to be one of
my most prized slave girls, eventually. But you are going to have to earn that
status. You will learn to appreciate being a submissive slave girl. Until then,
you work for you food."
He chuckled at that last statement. Turning from her, he gestured toward
the dozen kneeling slave girls.
"Put some of these out to stud, particularly if you think they might
have been an Amazon. If any strike your fancy, give her personal attention."
One or two of Nancy's former followers tried to catch the eye of one of
the men to receive "personal attention."
Nancy could do nothing but stand there while Canjac walked off. He
returned in a few seconds with a squeeze bottle of water. Inserting the tip in
her mouth, he sprayed some past the bitgag. Most he squeezed in the back of her
mouth so she could swallow. He controlled the amount of water she was to have.
When he decided she had enough, he took the bottle away.
Nancy saw them taking some of the slave girls away. She had other
concerns as Canjac climbed back on the seat.
"Let's see if you can do it at a faster pace this time."
Nancy pulled the sulky at the same pace as she had before and was
rewarded with a couple of flicks of the whip against her bottom. A couple more
times with the whip got her trotting along at an acceptable pace.
At the end of the room, Canjac had her turn in a large circle. This time
he used the reins to guide her to the right. As they approached the end of the
room, he turned her to the left.
Nancy made a complete circuit without running into anything. She
expected Canjac to have her stop where she had before, but this time he had her
continue. She made a second circuit and then a third.
She gasped for breath through the bitgag when he brought her to a stop.
Her chest heaved as he allowed her to rest. She felt the sulky move as he
climbed off. He drew the reins around in front as he walked in front of her.
With a wave of a hand, he signaled a slave girl over.
The submissive woman trotted over to her master, her high heels clicking
on the hard floor, the belled straps about her ankles ringing with each strap.
She stopped a step from Canjac and curtseyed.
The slave girl had no use of her hands as they were handcuffed behind
her back. Canjac grabbed her by the shoulders to position her a meter in front
of Nancy. He then passed the end of the reins about her upper chest and secured
them with a simple knot.
This left Nancy tethered to another slave girl. She knew she could try
to run off but the other slave girl would not let her. A broad, black leather
strap covered the other captive's mouth. Nancy had no doubt the gag in her mouth
was a dildo.
The slave girl would not want to escape. Nancy was certain the other
captive wanted to do nothing other than please her master.
Nancy thought she would be willing to do anything to escape this
punishment. She was beautiful with a voluptuous body. She was willing to use
assets to please her master.
Until given the chance, all she could do was continue to serve as a
ponygirl.
