by Alan Horn
The whistle and snap were loud and registered before the biting pain of the whip. My ass flared with the terrible fire of the lash. I had never felt such pain. I screamed then I begged.
"Please master, that's too hard. I can't bear it. I'll die. Please stop."
'Crack.' I screamed again.
"Oh master, please don't hit me. I can't stand it. I'm dying."
"You have been a bad girl, Kitty. Surely you understand you must be punished?"
"Oh no, master. I can't ever do that again. Please don't hurt me."
His hand felt my pussy and its wetness. He held it in front of me. "Lick my fingers, Kitty."
I smelled my musk first. Then I did as I was told. His fingers tasted of me. I felt my loins clench and my nipples grasp their rings.
"I think you like this, Kitty."
"Oh no, master. It hurts too much. Please stop."
"I love whipping you, Kitty. It makes me as hot as you."
Another fiery stroke on my ass. It hurt, but not as much as before. "Please stop hitting me master. Love me instead. Teach me my place with the whip of your lust."
'Crack.' The whip pounded my ass. I moaned with need as the heat flowed directly into my loins.
"Kitty, you will receive twenty this time. Just to get you accustomed to the whip."
"Master, please, I can't bear it."
"Kitty, this whip will just stripe your pretty ass. You will endure it because you have no choice."
Of course he was right. I had no choice. I felt his fingers on my cunt shoving deep inside. Then his cock entered me. I received him eagerly, my dripping cunt sliding around him with ease. The slippery friction of passion was wonderful. I came and came. My orgasms were strong and quick. He withdrew and I felt him enter my ass. I was much tighter around him. His balls slapped against my ass and he rode me hard. I felt his hot spend pour into me when he came. He didn't make a sound. Or maybe he did and I couldn't hear it over my moans. He made me clean him with my mouth. It was not a good taste.
Then he released me from the trestle and returned me to the cage. He took Lily out and closed the cage door. I washed my mouth out. The taste lingered. My ass was tender and hot. I didn't want to sit on it on the hard floor, so I knelt against the bars. Shirley and Megan came over and knelt beside me.
"Shirley spoke first, "Your bottom is striped and red. He whipped you?"
"Yes, twenty times."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"The whipping starts out terrible, then it gets better. I enjoyed the last few. They just made me more aroused. I have heard it works that way for a lot of women. My bottom is sore now. Megan, is it true you once were Megraj?"
Megan looked away, blushing. After a long moment she looked at me. "Yes. I was Megraj. They changed me. I wish they had just killed me." Her eyes were anguished. She started to cry. "I'm a girl now, and I'm crying. And I feel lust for him when he's near. I am shamed. I have lost all honor. I must kill myself."
"They will not let you. We will never be free enough to do anything we want. They will punish us for a long time. Maybe for our lives. He enjoyed whipping and using me. If you're lucky maybe he will exhaust himself before he gets to you, Megan."
We were quiet for a while. I was thinking about what a pony girl did.
We tried to see how our hands were fastened and if there was some way to release them. We all took turns looking at each others wrists. As far as we could see there was a solid gold ring fastening out cuffs to the collar. We couldn't see any way to free our hands except cutting the ring. We had no way to do that. We were careful not to tug or catch the leashes still dangling from our nose rings. They were held on by the same gold rings securing our wrists. I saw him just shove it onto my nose ring. It was easy. Why can't we open them? Our cuffs and collars seemed to be a solid metal band with no joints. I tried to loosen Shirley's nipple devices, but all I did was give her more pain so I stopped. We were so helpless.
He returned with Lily and took Shirley away. Lily immediately washed her mouth in the pail, spitting into the pail with the lid. She came over and knelt with Megan and I. Her bottom was red and crisscrossed with angry welts.
"Well, how was it?"
"Just like you said. What was that with the horny chair?"
"I think that was some sort of training device. After he took me off it and started using me, I had visions showing me how to pleasure him. I saw things I had never heard of before, so the chair must have given them to me. Did he whip you and use you after?
"Yes. You can see my ass. It hurt a lot, but in the end I wanted more. It made me aroused. Of course I wanted him all the time, but during the whipping I thought I would die from frustration. But after the whipping he fucked me and I came quite a lot. It felt good. Then he used my ass. It wasn't so good, but still enjoyable. I think I like the punishments I'm getting. Except for the ache in my nipples. I forgot about that as I was being whipped and fucked, but its back now."
Eventually, he returned with Shirley and took Megan away. Shirley's ass was decorated just like ours and her story was the same. Alexander had stamina.
"Megan will have a strange time. She's had lots of intercourse before, but never had a cock in her before. She's going to have many new sensations."
Lily said, "Well, don't be so certain. Lots of men have experienced a cock in them. I don't know the Megraj ever did, but its a possibility."
Shirley said, "Lily, do you think he did that while married to you?"
"No, no. I never even thought it. Megraj was a strong stud and serviced me well. I once loved him."
"I'm sorry we got him into this. It was all our passion and idea."
"Nonsense, Kitty, said Lily, " he helped us because he saw a chance for advancement if we pulled it off. I don't think he expected the Olympians to find a counter in time. The Drak invasion took us all by surprise."
When Alexander brought Megan back she was crying and pressing close to him. He pushed her away and closed the cage door. She too washed out her mouth than she came to us. We could see her ass looked just like ours.
"Well, Megan, what happened?"
"I..I..It was just like you said. He put me on this machine. I was terrified and wanted it at the same time. I feel this terrible lust whenever he's near me. I can't feel that way." She was still leaking tears.
"Nonsense, Megan. You are a healthy woman now. Your body is quite right in wanting a hunk in it. Enjoy it as much as you can. Being a woman isn't terrible. Half the people in the universe are female."
"B...But I was a man. I shouldn't have these feelings. Anyway, he whipped me terribly and I liked it. I had a female orgasm while he was whipping me. Is that right?"
"Of course it is. Lots of women like corporal punishment as part of sex."
"Then he put his cock in me and I had more orgasms, lots. I couldn't help it. Then he fucked me in my ass. Even that felt good. I'm turning into some sort of sex slave." Her tears had stopped.
"Good for you Megan. You're going to like it here, even as a pony girl."
"You think so? I'm ashamed of how easy I surrendered."
"You have no choice. None of us do. We all have to come to terms with our enslavement. There will be things beside sex to adjust to."
A woman brought a cart with food for us in bowls. She shooed us away from the door then put the food bowls on the floor. We were famished and ate it very fast. I didn't care that I had to eat like an animal. He had told me we were livestock. She took the bowls away and we were alone for a while. My bottom recovered enough that I sat on the floor and leaned on the bars.
Women started coming into the big room surrounding our cage. Several of them came and talked to us. They all knew our story and some were angry at what we had planned to do. Most didn't seem to care. It turned out all of them viewed us as a form of entertainment. Most of them were curious and just walked close to the bars and looked at us. All the women were slaves, as I had been told. They had metal bracelets, anklets, and collars like ours. T
heir ankles were chained together but their hands were free. All had nose rings but none had rings in their nipples and labia and none had all these bells. Wait, some of them had bells on the collars, but only one. Everyone had nametags on our collars.
We were livestock, pets whose owners wanted others to know our names. Although sentient, we weren't considered human any more. It was degrading, shaming, and far beyond our control.
"So, Kitty, how long have your hands been fastened like that?"
I remembered I had to call her 'Mistress.' " Ever since I've been here, Mistress, but that's only since this morning."
"Is it uncomfortable?"
"No, Mistress. I think the master planned our body mods so he can keep us like this a long time. We are completely helpless this way. Can you release our hands, Mistress?"
"No. We have strict orders not to remove or lessen any of your bonds. Only your trainer or one of the men can help you." She smiled and continued, " We can help you forget them though." She walked away before I could ask what she meant.
Women kept drifting in. It looked like a lecture before the speaker arrived. The women stood in pairs and small groups talking. No one sat on any of the furniture scattered around. There was a small, vacant stage at one end of the room. Our cage seemed to be the focus of many conversations.
I noticed that some of the girls had gold restraints while most wore silver. I waited until a girl with a gold collar came close. "Please Mistress, what does the gold color mean?"
"Girls from Earth wear gold. All the others, silver. It also means we may return to Earth someday."
"Thank you, Mistress." Earth. The place we would have decimated if our plan worked. But why give Earth girls special treatment? I knew Olympians seemed to care for it, but why special treatment for their slaves from Earth?
Then my heart skipped a beat and my pussy started lubricating. I looked around. Four men had entered the room and all the girls had knelt to them. A girl hissed to us, "Quick, kneel and face the men." I knelt and my machine training kicked into high. I spread my knees as wide as I could, arched my back and thrust my breasts out. I held my head high and lowered my eyes. My bells dinged a merry tune as I moved. I heard the others in the cage making as much noise. We all got the same training.
A strong male voice boomed out, "looking good, girls. As you were." Most of the women stood up. A few remained kneeling. Every single one of them watched the men. I could see the need and lust on their faces, in the wide, staring eyes. I felt it too. It was like I was a planet circling around the inexorable pull of my star. I focused on Alexander and couldn't look away. I wanted him to notice me but I dared not move for fear my bells would single me out. God, what have they done to me?
I looked up and saw Apollo, Alexander and two men I didn't know. One looked like he was from Hindi. I prayed not. The humiliation would be unbearable if a man from my homeland saw me like this. Alexander and the swarthy man walked toward us. I heard a sudden gasp from Lily and then one from Megan. My love juices started running down my thighs as the men came closer. My pussy was clenching and my flow was hot and wet. I needed a man in me. My body was in agony, but I couldn't move. His face was expressionless like he was holding himself under iron control. He was frightening and oh, so, hot.
"I am Ravi, but I see that Leelavathi and she who was Megraj recognize me. I owe you much. Alexander assures me I can spend some quality time with you." A crooked smile softened his face. "I'm going to enjoy myself." He turned and walked to Apollo. Alexander followed him.
The men mingled with the women. The master-slave dynamic was apparent. The women stayed put and the men came to them singly. The women would straighten up tall and thrust their breasts toward the man. They would cross their hands behind their back. I felt the urge to put my hands behind me too, even though they were already clamped immovably behind my neck. That training was effective. Sometimes he would talk to them and usually he would caress the women's breasts or ass. Sometimes he would kiss them. Even though they pressed against the man, their hands never moved. He always touched every girl in a group before he moved on.
More men entered the room until there was about a man for every two women. I didn't see a signal, but the women moved the chairs to face the stage, spacing them far apart. The men sat in the chairs, Apollo in the center. Alexander sat next to him with Ravi on the other side. The women arranged themselves beside the men, one on each side. As if on cue, the women all knelt beside a man. Apollo had four women, two on each side.
A woman walked into the room and toward the stage. She was clothed. the first woman I had seen here who wasn't naked. She wore a tight bolero top and a swirling skirt of some diaphanous material. She had soft red shoes. My God, how I envied her. She had a gold collar and chains like the rest of us, but she wasn't naked!
The music began as she reached the stage. She danced to the slow rhythm. It looked ethnic, primitive. Her movements were graceful and slow. It was an expressive dance, There was a message in her motions I almost understood. The tempo of the music increased and a drum joined in. The dance became pure belly dance, She had superb control of her body. She could move her breasts and hips independent of her torso: up four inches, down, left, right. Over and over to the music. Her feet moved continuously, tiny, tiny steps, her hips swaying with the tune. The skill and athleticism involved were awesome. When it was over, she stood, frozen with her head thrown back and her arms in the air.
Apollo led a standing ovation. Everyone in the room stood and clapped for a long time. The dancer Bowed to the audience and walked to Apollo. He picked her up by the waist and lifted her lips to his. The clapping continued until he ended the kiss, long moments later. She sank into a kneeling position in front of Apollo and all the other girls resumed their poses too.
Apollo stood and motioned for everyone else to stand, and the spell was broken. Everyone stood up. I saw the dancer speak to Apollo. They conversed briefly and he spoke to another girl who hurried off. She returned and handed something to him. He stretched out a thin chain and spoke to the dancer. She crossed her hands behind her and lifted her head high. He snapped the leash onto her nose ring, turned her around, and clipped her cuffs together. He sauntered toward Alexander and she, smiling, hurried after him.
Lily, Megan, Shirley, and I had stood up when the other girls did. We spoke in low tones while watching the crowd around us. They seemed festive and happy. I was apprehensive. I expected to be punished and shamed before these people. I watched as Apollo and Alexander circulated, coming closer to us. As Apollo and his party neared us I looked at the dancer he had in tow. She was beautiful, of course, but her dress looked strange. I finally realized she wasn't clothed. It was mostly body paint, cunningly applied. Her skirt was real cloth, but nearly transparent. Only a wide mesh to move and swirl and give the appearance of cloth. She was adorned to fool the eye. And fool it she did.
High Steps
"Pony girls, its time for you to serve us." He opened the door and summoned four slaves. " Put leashes on these slaves and take them to the stage. Alexander, take Anne and decide on some pleasurable use we can all get from these ponies."
"My pleasure, father." He took Anne's leash from Apollo and followed the ponies toward the stage.
"Anne, we have all night. Any ideas?"
"Of course, Master. Girls are made ponies to punish them and these are brand new slaves. Also, Megan has not been female long, she should respond well to orgasm training. Why not teach them some pony basics while punishing and rewarding them. That's how all slaves are trained. How about a gauntlet? We line up all the girls in two rows facing each other and have the ponies high step between them. The girls swat them with crops and try to cause them to falter. If they do falter, they get whipped, and if not they get an orgasm. Any pony that gets whipped has to do it again until all have an orgasm."
"Good. Girls. Everyone get a crop and then line up in two lines, facing each other four feet apart. Someone bring me one, please." The women all
hurried to a cabinet. Soon they were waiting. Anne beckoned the girls holding our leashes. We were led to her.
"You four are pony girls. You need to master what we call a high step. It is how you must walk from now on. Watch me." She lifted one foot until her ankle chain snubbed her. She stepped forward, keeping her chain taut until her foot rested on the floor as far in front as possible. Then she repeated with her other foot. "See. Simple. Each of you do it now."
We complied. It was a strange way to walk, but not painful.
"Good. Now you must remember to do it gracefully, much faster, ignoring all distractions. Now line up here." She pointed to a spot between the start of the two rows of girls. The girls holding our leashes led us there.
This is a test. These girls will attempt to distract you. If you aren't distracted you will get a reward. If not, you will be punished. You will continue until all of you can ignore distractions. Start."
I was first. I lifted my foot as high as I could. Before I could put it down the girls on either side of me hit me with their crops. One on my breast, making my bell ring, and the other on my raised thigh. The pain was terrible. I gasped but I kept my foot going. Every step was agony. I burned everywhere. I lost my focus on the fourth step and my foot didn't get all the way up. My step was short. I recovered amidst more blows and continued. I reached the end and one of the girls took my leash in her hand. I watched the other three finish their high stepping walk. They were lined up beside me.
"Not bad for a first time, but all of you allowed distractions to affect you. Bend over and keep your knees locked. Stay bent over until I tell you.
We all complied. What else could we do?
"Six hard ones, girls."
The four girls holding our leashes struck our asses with short, whippy canes, causing us to gasp. The pain was more fierce than the crops. Intense, sharp and fiery. I started screaming after the third blow. I begged and pleaded. We all did. They ignored us.