by Mark Andrews
When the two blonds were sufficiently well enough to go back to the snake pits, they were first paraded around the other cages and the stables so that N’dona’s human zoo animals could see them. All stared at the so naked and empty groins of the pair of beauties. All mourned for them but many decided they looked even more beautiful without their sexual organs.
N’dona was one of these. He had them brought before him and went over their bodies with a fine toothcomb. “Ah yes,” he breathed as his big hands slid up and down Helga’s flat muscly belly and strayed down between her thighs. “So much better ... so beautiful,” he went on as his hands moved up to fondle her firm but so soft breasts. He made her strut and pose and offer every part of her body to his eyes and questing fingers before putting her to one side and going over the muscular young Sven with equal ardour.
“You are going to be favourite bed partners for me now,” he said as they stood side by side in front of him. “Your bodies are now perfect. Your genitals detracted from the perfection you now represent and I am going to delight in fucking your arses and your mouths ... They are better fucks than a girl’s cunt anyway,” he finished brutally then dismissed them.
They were now ‘promoted’ to the stables where they would be trained to take him and his guests on their backs and to trot and gallop the gigs around the large estate. Once they were trained by his head stable boy, they would compete in the human pony races he staged for the pleasure of his guests but in the meantime, they would certainly be used as mounts, their bodies now being trained to take the weight of the guests sitting in the saddles or harnessed to the gigs. N’dona enjoined his trainer not to offer them until they were strong enough for the duty however. Not that he cared for their welfare, but he didn’t want to be embarrassed by a slave falling under the weight of a guest.
A few weeks later and Jill and David were transferred to the bear enclosure. Another boy and girl had arrived and were even now being initiated into their duty as monkeys. Others of the older inhabitants of the monkey cages were already moved to other cages and now it was the turn of the pair from Fort Meyers to be relocated.
They no longer had to swing from the treetops, instead now loping around the fake ice and rock slopes of the enclosure, diving into the water and swimming around (but only like bears) and of course making love on the rocks while the spectators above them stared down at them.
A few weeks here and then they were in the snake pit. They had now been four months in N’dona’s zoo and while they liked it no more than the day they arrived, they had settled down into its ways, being used by their owner frequently and by his guests as well from time to time.
The snake pit was horrible. They had to slither around on the floor of the pit like real snakes, sliding over and under the bodies of their companions in misery but still performing sexually from time to time while their tormentors hung over the wall high above them, staring down at their nakedness ... Horror is a matter of degree and now they longed for the monkey cage or the bear pit rather than have to endure this awful existence. Fortunately only four of them were required in the pit at any one time so no-one stayed there very long ...
As a result, each time they were delivered to the house, were showered and oiled and then delivered to the bedroom to have their noses clipped to the bed head to await their master for the night, they thought of it as a reprieve from the horror of the pit and they worked very hard to please their master of the night. Of course, woe betide them if they didn’t perform satisfactorily at all times they were allotted to a master to pleasure.
A flogging awaited any slave who was foolish enough not to try his or her very hardest to please and sometimes, if the guest was sadistic anyway, no matter how hard you tried, you were bound to be whipped the next morning.
On these occasions, N’dona employed the most shameful pose he could. Jill was unlucky enough to cop the hateful Tunza one night. He rarely let a girl off a punishment and Jill was no exception. He reported her the next morning as being ‘slack’ and although N’dona knew it was probably a trumped up charge and really only an excuse to watch her flogged, he thought it wouldn’t do her any harm to taste the whip and agreed to the punishment.
She was dragged over to the scaffold and made to lie down under it while her ankles were roped. The two men then pulled on the other ends of the ropes, dragging her up off the ground until she dangled, legs spread wide apart, her stark naked body on full and open display, waiting for the kiss of the lash.
Juma always administered these punishments and stripped down to a short leather skirt for the purpose, exposing his spectacular body for all to see. He knew this punishment was spurious just as his master did and he would therefore temper the blows but Jill would still feel them so that she knew at first hand what awaited her if she really failed to please.
N’dona and his guests stood around the scaffold. The other slaves could either see what was happening in the near distance or if they couldn’t actually see her being whipped, would hear her screams and shudder.
Juma was an expert with the bull whip - the snake, as it is termed in many countries. He flicked it back over his right shoulder, the biceps and deltoid muscles on that side bunching up into very erotic hillocks of hard flesh. Then he lashed it forward, the muscles now cording with the effort while the tail wrapped itself around her upper torso and finally snapped at her left nipple.
“Aaagheeeaaaghooowwwghaaagh!” she screamed and her body writhed around, back and forth and sideways, her hands coming up to try to ease the burning pain in her tit. Juma waited. He knew this was a show and he the master showman. He felt sorry for the girl but he was his master’s man first and foremost and the punishment had been ordered; he would therefore carry it out.
Jill’s hands dropped down again and this time the whip licked around her buttocks and lower belly, the tail biting right into her vagina. Juma was indeed an expert with the whip and he could place that tip anywhere on her body he desired.
The third stroke lashed her waist and the fourth her thighs while the fifth landed vertically between her legs, the tail lashing right down her belly and breasts.
All these strokes had been delivered with medium strength; the remaining five strokes, copies of the first five, were much less painful but Jill realised why she was there and dutifully screamed for all her worth and made her body twist and turn with the same energy as she had at the beginning. Juma smiled. This girl knew her onions and he was pleased for her.
Davey also tasted the whip but in his case it was deserved - if you count refusing to eat his master’s turds as deserving. Even N’dona nearly refused to punish the boy but then thought better of it. If he allowed Davey to get away with this, it might be seen as a sign of weakness. But he never invited the guest again.
Still, David had to suffer the ten strokes and hung upside down as his girl had a few weeks before. The only difference was that he refused to scream. Juma made the strokes tell, just as he had with Jill but no harder for he too abhorred what the man had tried to make the boy do. He was also highly impressed with Davey’s fortitude in the face of the terrible scourge of the bull whip and he made sure his men treated his flesh afterwards, just as he had with Jill.
The time came when it was their turn to move to the stables. These catered for most of the boys and girls in the zoo. The monkey cages had around thirty of the hundred-odd slaves there and there were a dozen or so in the bear pit and four in the snake pit. There were thus around fifty-plus acting as human ponies in the stables. They weren’t strictly part of the zoo but they were nearby and N’dona thought of them as part of his human menagerie.
Chapter 7
The inhabitants of the three classes of animal cages moved from one to the other at fairly regular intervals. You might spend a few weeks in one of the monkey cages, then a fortnight in the snake pit or bear pit and then return for another month or so in the monkey cag
es. But if you were selected to move to the stables, it was permanent. Once there, you didn’t come back to the zoo enclosures.
What did happen to you once N’dona tired of you remained a mystery for no-one knew for sure and although the surreptitious whispers between the slaves speculated on the subject all the time, there was no definitive answer although the best opinion was that you were sold on to one of his friends to be kept in a cellar as a sex slave. The next best opinion was that you ended up as a brothel slave in one of the waterfront dives of Lagos or elsewhere in Africa.
New slaves arrived at odd intervals and some left. There was no rhyme or reason for it and certainly the slaves themselves were not told.
Jill and David had been kept together throughout their months in the zoo and for that at least they were grateful to their owner. When they had served time in the bear pit and later in the snake pit, they had served it together, interspersed with periods in one or another of the three monkey cages.
But then they were finally transferred out of the zoo proper and into the stables and here they found life was quite different. First they were prepared for their service as human ponies.
Their hair had been left to grow naturally all the time they had been in the various cages in the zoo and it was now very long, hanging down their backs and being fine and silky wafted all over their faces as they climbed around the trees in the monkey cages or loped around the rocks in the bear pit.
Now though, it was going to be shorn from their heads - or at least half of it was. They were made to kneel in the central area of the stables while their groom carefully scissored their hair at the sides, back and front of their heads right off, as close to the scalp as he could cut it and the long tresses while he carefully collected each clipping and laid it out on the table beside him for later use. He then shaved the area quite smooth.
What was left was a circular area of hair some four inches across at the top of and towards the back of the crown of their heads. This was now gathered into a tail and tightly secured by a hinged metal ring that formed it into the same pony-tail they had seen on the other ponies when they had been brought here on their first day in the zoo.
They now looked quite weird but were exactly the same as the other four dozen human ponies in the stables, each of whom were half bald but with the topknot poking up from their heads, held there by the ring but then falling back down over their shoulders and backs.
They were now ready for their other tail. The rest of the hair from their bodies, so carefully preserved, had been gathered up and moulded into the end of a rubber dildo that was shaped in a certain way to make the tail appear to rise up out of their bottoms and not dangle down between their legs.
The dildos were moulded from black rubber and the part that went into their rectums was six inches long and a couple wide so they really filled the cavity. At the bottom of the six inch length was a large ball, some three inches across and when this was forced into their anal openings, it had the effect of keeping the rest of the dildo inside for inserting and removing it was very painful, even for the old hands.
At the base of the ball, opposite the axis of the dildo was a thin chromed rod about a quarter of an inch thick and this was shaped to curve up between the cracks of their buttocks ending in a small conical cup, a little like a candle holder and it was into this the shorn locks of their hair was inserted and then sealed in place by molten rubber being poured into the cup.
When the dildo was inserted into their rectums, right up to and including the ball that kept it there so securely, the thin rod of chromed metal curved back up and nestled into the crack between the cheeks of their buttocks, and the tail - which matched perfectly their own head hair, now appeared to emerge up and out of their buttocks, near the top and as they walked, the tails swished naturally from side to side with the movement of their buttocks.
Jill and Davey were shown the two dildos with the tails now firmly held in the rubber that had solidified around the hairs and after being cleaned out with more of the hated enemas, were ordered to bend forward, spread their legs and then reach back and hold their buttocks open. The grooms had thoughtfully greased the dildos and now proceeded to insert them into their bodies.
Both of them were now well used to large cocks being forced into their backsides, for many of his guests - and N’dona himself, delighted in anally raping the slaves. The first part of the intrusion was, while uncomfortable, at least bearable. But when it came to the large ball at the base, the wider stretching of their anal sphincters was decidedly painful. They bore it however with a fortitude born of long months of pain and humiliation at N’dona’s hands, and then the ball was inside with the chromed rod now aligned up between their buttocks and the tails each poking up only to fall out and down behind their bodies.
The dildos made them feel as if they wanted to ‘go’ but their grooms told them they would get used to the feeling for, from now on, they would be wearing the tails all day, every day.
They were also told that overt conversation, especially when N’dona or any of his guests were in the stables, was a no-no and they had better learn to whinny and neigh like a real equine horse.
They were taken now into a room adjoining the stables proper and here found half of the boys and girls who made up the ponies in the stables at exercise. The two American athletes watched from the sidelines for a few minutes. They had considerable knowledge of exercise techniques for these days, track athletes spend as much time in the gym as on the athletics field but they decided that whoever had designed these series of exercises was far in advance of anything they had experienced back home in Fort Meyers or even at college.
And as they joined in and started working their muscles in the routines laid down, they both understood why the ponies all had bodies far superior to any of their sports colleagues back home. Not that they were excessively muscled, far from it. The muscles were smooth and clean and when Davey and Jill saw the weights they were able to lift with apparent ease, they understood just how strong they were.
Not only were they strong, however, but they had an endurance that was second to none. It was necessary of course for ponies to be strong enough to carry a man’s weight on their backs and to trot and gallop him for long periods. No ordinary human being could carry another for more than a few minutes and no ordinary human could race the gigs around the track surrounding the estate, and outside of it, for mile after mile without that strength and capacity.
The pair of them wondered who the master physical educationalist was and why his skills hadn’t been used for Olympic and other track events but it was only an idle thought. They were too busy punishing their bodies in the routines that carried them right through until noon when they ate more of the raw vegetables heaped in small piles in the centre of the main stables area around which sat four groups of the pony slaves.
Then there was an hour of rest.
Jill and Davey were allocated stalls next to each other. The stalls were very narrow, only three feet wide and six deep and the walls between them only four feet high. There was straw inside and now they had to settle down in this and rest. Their noses were snapped to the ends of the short chains that were bolted to the back wall of the stalls. They couldn’t be released now except by using the tiny key that fitted into a little hole in the snap-ring that went onto their nose rings.
They rested but they didn’t sleep. Too much had happened this morning for them to rest easy. The dildos in their bottoms were uncomfortable and their half bald heads felt weird - the only saving grace being that each of the other four dozen odd boys and girls in this place were in exactly the same boat as they were.
In the afternoon, the teams were reversed, those who had trained on the track in the morning now moved into the gym to go through the same routine as Jill and David had in the morning while their group split in two again, some to have the saddles harnessed to their
bodies, the others to work with the gigs.
David and Jill were new and so wouldn’t be saddled until their bodies were judged strong enough to handle the weight of the saddle plus that of their jockey. Later, when they were as strong as they were going to get, they would be available for N’dona and his guests to ride out into the surrounding villages but not yet.
Instead, they were harnessed to a gig each. As they had noticed when being shown over this place when they had arrived, the gigs each had a single central pole that came from under the seat between the two narrow but very high wheels. These curved up at the half-way mark and then straightened out again to end in the t-bar.
Their grooms gestured for them to back up to the t-bar and stoop down to pick it up. Then, as they stood there, holding the t-bar up behind their heads, each groom reached up and buckled the collar that was bolted to the middle of the t-bar around their necks. These collars were high - about three inches at the sides and were shaped even higher at front and back, firstly to keep them looking straight ahead and secondly to keep their heads up.
They then had to grip the two handles on either end of the t-bar while the grooms locked the manacles dangling from short chains on the extreme ends of the bars around their wrists. These and the neck collar kept them locked to the gigs and there was no way they could extricate themselves from the harness without assistance.
Next came the bridles. These were an arrangement of leather straps that went over and around their heads, some of which buckled to the heavy collar around their necks. There was a ring at the top through which their pony-tail was threaded and there was also a horrible metal bit that was pulled hard back into their mouths and dragged the sides of their mouths back painfully. The bridles also had blinkers at the sides that prevented them seeing anything except what was directly in front.