by Alan Horn
"I noticed, Master. I still don't look like all these dark haired women."
"I can always take you home for a quick modification for skin, hair, and eye color."
"No, please, Master. I am accustomed to my appearance. Aren't you?"
"Yes, little minx. I am. No changes today."
"Thank you , Master"
After a little more walking, Master transported us back to the embassy.
I found out I had my own quarters. A tiny kennel on the floor in the study. I hoped Master would let me sleep in his bedroom. I would prefer to sleep on the floor rather than the kennel. But his bed would be best. He left me chained in the bathroom on a long chain. My new hand restraints were much more restrictive. With them held tight to the back of my girdle I couldn't ever see what I was grasping. It was always by touch. With them just fastened together, I could strain them to one side and I could see them.
Master returned and took me out of the bathroom. He freed the chain from my collar and let it dangle. He took my hands and pulled them forward. My hands pulled the chain tight with a clatter and could reach in front of me, maybe a foot. It was a lot better than having them cinched to my girdle, but worse than without the chain.
"Inside the compound, this is OK. If I take you outside, your hands must be fastened tight and you must be on a leash and gagged. You will never leave the compound unless I take you."
"Yes, Master. May I ask why the slave rules are so strict?"
"Hindi was thrust into a war without warning through the actions of some women. Several of them are now pony girls back home. Brahma, like Zeus long ago, realized women are not trustworthy. He intends to ensure they never have enough freedom to make trouble again."
The embassy grounds are surrounded by a high stone fence. Master tells me there are many sensors and defense devices in and on the wall and building. The whole enclave was built by Olympians to ensure its security and privacy. Which was the main reason he had to wait several months before coming here.
Master is often gone for hours during the day. He tells me he is learning about Hindi and its way of life. The Hindis are just learning how to treat their new slave girls. Its a challenge for the men as well as the girls. Leather merchants now stock a wide range of whips and leashes. Labor saving devices for women housekeepers are dying out. Men want to keep their women busy, so manual methods are preferred to having them sit idle .
Women who had creative or technical jobs have been allowed to stay on. They are prohibited from further education or any training except rote.
The new slaves are kept under more stringent restraints than I had in Olympus. Master thinks this will ease when the Hindis become more familiar with their women. in these new relationships.
The new slaves are resentful of their new status, but don't have any recourse. Even at home they are only released to the least needed for a task. Many had to be broken to heel through repeated whippings. Master says the bastinado is frequently used to tame the women. Once or twice is usually enough to teach them their new reality. I have never seen it but the stories make it sound most dreadful. I like a good whipping because it almost always turns pleasurable. I don't think having the soles of my feet beaten ever could do that.
Zeus charged him with finding something that could be exchanged between Hindi and Olympus. At the end of the day he tells me of the things that interested him. Some things I find interesting, but all I really want is for him to pay attention to me. I pretend interest and sometimes I am. I'm always aroused. I usually end up in trouble. I can't keep from rubbing against him or something affectionate. If he ignores me too long, I find something naughty to do so he has to correct me. I love it when he spanks me. It always leads to huge orgasms for both of us.
He often takes me with him on his excursions. Hindi seems to have many more people in it than Olympus but maybe they are just more crowded together. My bells and rings are always a good conversation piece with the men he sees. As soon as we enter a room the men gather round me and pay rapt attention. Master demonstrates my decorations. My bells are the conversation starter. But my nipple pain devices get the most attention. The internal prongs are out of sight, so I always get to cringe and whimper as he demonstrates them. The men always, always want some for their slaves. The men wax poetic about the loss of their slave's services. And all the time it takes to properly discipline their slaves. When the audience is dubious, he sets them on the lowest pain setting and has me kneel beside me as they talk. In a few minutes I am whimpering and wiggling my breasts. Their attention comes back to me every few minutes as I try and cope with the burning pain in my nipples. The pain is awful, but I started aroused because of my Master's presence. Being helpless and naked in front of strange men strengthens my subjugation. My arousal spikes upward.. And the pain, is awful, but then it becomes more arousing and I am ready to climax. All I need is a touch to push me over the edge. My need is agonizing. Time doesn't help. I'm frozen in my need. I'm unable to move or speak, so I just hang there teetering on the sharp point of my need, my agony. I ache all over as my body strains and spasms internally. Unknowing that its juices are wasted on my empty tunnel. After an hour or so I am soaked with sweat and my pussy is with my love juices. Master will turn to me and run a single finger up my slit. The touch pushes me off the sharp edge and I climax with a lot of squealing and thrashing. I would be completely embarrassed if I didn't love it so much. When I can sit up again, the audience is applauding and begging to buy nipple clamps.
Master took me back to Olympus early today and released me to visit my friends while he met with Apollo and Zeus.
I went to the stable and found Alice and Elantra feeding the ponies.
Alice cried, "Anne." She rushed over and threw her arms around me. She released me quickly and turned me around. She fingered my Hindi wrist chain. "What's this?"
"In Hindi the women all have to wear these. Their hands have to be fastened to their girdles whenever they are not in their homes. So Master put it on me too to obey their laws."
"So it looks like we are better off here than in Hindi."
"Oh, and women have to be gagged in public."
"OK. A lot better off here."
"Yes, indeed. Master thinks the Hindis may relax a little in a few years. Thay are still annoyed and distrusting of their women."
"So how does this chin thing work?"
"Its simple. See the big ring in the middle of the chain?"
"Yes."
"Take hold of it and lift it up to my collar then clip it on to my ring." I put my hands behind me as Alice pulled the chain up. My hands came together at the middle of my girdle and I felt her clip the chain to my collar. "This is how all the Hindi slaves are fixed outside of their home. Except they are gagged too."
"You are more helpless this way than just having your hands locked together."
"I've found it much more restrictive and harder to do lots of things. Let me loose and I'll tell you about Hindi."
"OK." She released the chain from my collar. I put my hands back in front.
"Your hands are still limited by that chain. This is as good as it gets?"
"Yep. Don't go to Hindi if you have a choice."
"You know I won't have a choice."
"Yeah."
"OK, What's it like?"
"Its hotter and more crowded. The city is as clean as here. The streets are all small, like here, too. They used teleport for most transportation like here. Now that the women have had their teleport powers removed, they walk a lot and the streets are crowded. There seem to be about the same number of men and women, unlike here. Master's been looking for things we could exchange. Both cultures are beyond needing to change raw materials into goods, so He's having a hard time. It looks like some luxury goods like wines, spirits, art and ideas like in science and technology are good possibilities.
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"So, our best possibilities for trade are in luxury goods, like wine, spirits, art - things with different tastes
than at home. Also there are some possibilities for trade in ideas in science and technology. What Brahma wants immediately though is slave girl related. He wants us to take more of his criminals , train them and return them as finished pony girls. he was quite impressed with the four of ours he saw. He wants to have a lot distributed in Hindi for competition, work, and transportation. But mainly he wants many good examples of what happens if you break his laws. Oh and there seems to be a lot of interest in slave jewelry and training gear."
Zeus asked, "Alexander, I'm pleased you found some good possibilities. How many pony girls does he want us to train?"
"Zeus, he seems to have quite a backlog. He has more than a thousand ready to go now and he's adding a hundred more each month."
"Apollo, how many can we handle?"
"Zeus, only about sixteen at each of twenty facilities. It takes a couple of months to thoroughly train a pony girl. So six months to train his first thousand and then three months to get down to just training a hundred a month. Alexander, do we have to do anything else besides training them?"
"Well, about half of them are now men."
Zeus, add another month to my estimate."
Zeus asked, "Alexander. how will Brahma pay for this work?"
"In pony girls, Zeus. He offers one pony girl for every two trained."
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The light brightened in the room with the four females. Two slave girls entered with a rolling cart. Chetan was processed first. She needed a new name, for she was no longer male. She had been told of her sentence and was not surprised at her new sensations. She opened her eyes and saw the slaves. They wore silver slave collars and had large silver rings in their noses. As they worked on her she saw they had silver cuffs on their wrists with sturdy attachment rings. She couldn't move her body so she just closed her eyes and felt the girls fingers turn her into a slave and pony girl. Her pubic hair was removed and re-growth inhibited. Cuffs were put on her limbs and a collar around her neck. A wide metal belt or girdle snugly clamped around her waist. She felt the needle, but no pain as it pierced her in seven places and rings put in her flesh. Her septum, ears, and labia.
A disc with a hole in the middle was put on each nipple, followed by a hollow knurled cylinder. Finally her nipple was pulled out and a ring put in her piercing, to hold the cylinder and disc in place. Every ring save her nose supported a short chain and a bell. A bridle strapped around her head holding a rubber bit in her mouth, her tongue pushed through a slot in the rod. A chain linked her ankle cuffs. She was rolled over and her wrists fastened to the back of her collar, her arms held vertical and snug to her back. She was rolled back onto her arms and blackness descended as she was turned off.
The last one done was Dilip, though he also didn't rate a man's name now. He was also aware of what to expect, but he didn't believe it. He watched the slaves as they worked on him. He could feel everything they did to him, without pain. He felt them shave his pubic hair, but it didn't feel right. They never touched my penis or balls. I felt their hands and implements pass straight across the center of my loins. How could they do that?
I felt it as they clamped metal bands on my ankles, then my wrists, then my neck. I saw my wrists as they lifted my limp arms. They were much smaller than I remembered. My arms were thick, bulging with muscle. Those I saw were slim with no muscle tone at all. Now I believed that I had been unconscious for months, atrophying away. But I felt good, strong, not weak. Before they put the wide belt on me they held it up and turned it around where I could see it. It was tiny, no more than seventeen inches across. It wouldn't fit on my thigh. Somehow it fit my waist. I felt the thing snug itself around my waist. Impossible. I felt them spread my legs wide and I feared the worst. They were going to castrate me! But no, I felt them grasp two sensitive flaps of skin and separate them. I couldn't understand what I felt. They were holding skin, fingers on both sides and pulling. I didn't feel my penis and its unique presence. What had they done to me? I felt the needle push through my skin, not as pain, but as a separation. The needle left and the blunt rings entered my flesh and became joined. I felt the weight as they were released and heard the bells chiming as they fell. I felt the bells rolling along the skin of my thighs. I didn't know when or how it was done, but I recognized the unmistakable geometry of a female cunt. I knew black despair. I wallowed in defeat and longing for my lost manhood. The girls worked on my breasts next. I couldn't see them, but I felt their hands massaging my new mammary glands. I was ashamed at how good it felt. They stroked and massaged. They licked and sucked and my nipples, already large, grew rock hard and ached. I felt the needles part the engorged flesh. The discs settled around their base like washers on a screw. The snug cylinders were screwed onto them. My nipples were pulled far out and rings put in the holes left by the needles. The bells and chain were heavy and were permanent when the ring closed. Tears leaked out of my eyes. The slaves now worked on my nose. I could see them clearly. Their large nose rings were prominent in my vision. I knew I would wear one too. I felt the punch enter my nose, heard the click. and felt the pressure as a quarter inch hole was punched through my septum. The grommet was set with the same feel of pressure. I watched, cross eyed, as the two halves of the ring approached and joined together. I felt the heavy weight laying on my upper lip. A bridle was strapped around my head holding a rubber bit in my mouth, my tongue pushed through a slot in the rod. Now I knew the Olympian's vengeance was more terrible than death. I would be a female slave for a long, long time.
When all were done the girls left with their empty cart and the light dimmed. Four sleeping females were ready for the next step.
The End