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Nicole: Jouney Of A Slave

Chapter 14 Slut - The Ponygirl

NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By: Charles E. Campbell

Chapter 14

SLUT - THE PONYGIRL

   slut awoke slowly from her dreamless sleep. Stirring gently, she glanced over
at the clock on the night table and was startled to see that it was 10:30, a
full three hours later than her required rising time of 7:30. Mistress Ilsa was
still in bed next to her, engaged in a lengthy novel. "So," Ilsa remarked,
"you've finally decided to start the day. I turned the alarm off, as I thought
the extra rest might do you some good. I'm sure Tom and Elaine kept you busy
last night. Come around the bed and let Me see."

   "Yes, of course, Mistress," slut replied, climbing out of the bed. she
approached her Mistress, and turned to show her badly beaten backside, which had
turned dark crimson and purple overnight. Multiple welts from a cane, blood
blisters, and black and blue contusions covered the entire area.

   "I see the O'Shea's haven't lost their attraction to a well rounded ass like
yours. Did they use you as well, slut?"

   "Yes, Mistress, they.."

   "Wait a minute and let Me fill in the gaps. Correct Me if I am wrong, slut.
Tom took you in the ass, while you were on all fours licking Elaine's asshole?"

   "Why yes, Mistress,....how did You know?"

   "They are nothing if not predictable. Ironic too. Tom's biggest turn-on is
anal sex. Nothing gets him off like it. Elaine, however, likes to see him
engaged in it, but she steadfastly refuses to allow him access to her that way.
She, on the other hand, loves the sensation of a hot tongue probing into her
tight little bud. But Tom can't bring himself to accommodate her. So whenever an
opportunity like you comes along, they always do the same thing. Now, come
worship My divine pussy, and then we'll join our guests for brunch."

   Slut knelt at the side of the bed and pulled back the covers, exposing her
Mistress' exquisite body. She always gazed in amazement at the condition
Mistress had kept Herself in. She was, after all, somewhere in Her late fifties,
but easily passed for someone in Her early forties. Her breasts, though small,
were firm and didn't droop or sag. Her tanned taut legs were smooth and golden
in hue, with no traces of varicose veins. Her neatly trimmed pubic mound,
another one of slut's new chores, was dark brown with no gray. slut gently
parted the pouting lips and began the loving task of pleasuring her Mistress.

   It wasn't very long before Ilsa was clutching slut's head tightly with Her
thighs and pulling her head harder into Her slit. A violent shudder coursed
through Her as the waves of orgasm took control of Her body. When the last
tremors at last had subsided, Ilsa announced, "Come, let's find our guests and
have something to eat."

   They found the O'Sheas  in the den, watching the video of the event. They had
reached the scourging. slut turned her head to avoid re-living the heinous
whipping. "Good morning," Ilsa called out.

   "Good morning, Ilsa," Elaine said. "We're just watching the event. This was
really so well done. whore truly did far better than I could have imagined. She
really did well for You."

   "Yes, she was beyond all expectations," Ilsa said, as she lead Tom and Elaine
into the dining room. "I'm still so taken by her thoughtful act of giving her
death to Me."

   As the meal was served, Elaine said, " So Ilsa, have You given any more
thought to my idea of a little pony training for slut? she has the perfect body
for it, and she studied ballet when she was young, so the shoes will come more
naturally for her. You always enjoy attending the races each year, I think it
would be even more fun if You had a ponygirl of Your own entered."

   "I think I would like to see how she does, Elaine. I wasn't too sure before,
but I agree with you that she does have those long muscled legs and the rounded
buttocks the judges look for. I do think, however, that maybe the two of you
might need to go a bit easier with the cane and paddle on her ass. It looks like
a rainbow, and that would cost us points.!"

   Laughing, Elaine said, "We did have a lot of fun last night, Ilsa, thank You.
Of course  we would want her backside unmarked for the races, but they're a full
three months away until the one in California, so the occasional caning or
paddling will not be a problem.  

   "slut! Crawl out to the den and bring me back the black gym bag with your
mouth."

   "Yes, ma'am," slut answered, as she crawled across the hardwood floor to get
the bag. The slave found herself wondering what is might contain, as she felt
the weight of it in her mouth when she lifted it from the floor. She crawled
back to the dining room and, setting the bag on the floor at Elaine's feet, she
awaited her next orders. The wait wasn't long, as Elaine grabbed the handles of
the bag and unzipped it. She pulled a plastic box out and lifted the lid.

   "Open your mouth, slut," Elaine ordered. She took a bright chrome plated bit
out of the box and pushed it to the back of the slave's mouth, forcing her
tongue down. She buckled it snuggly in the back of slut's head. "Now, stand up
and turn arounbd. Hands behind your back!"

   The slave did as she was bade, so she didn't see the long black suede double
glove that Elaine had unfolded from the gym bag. Elaine slipped the glove up
both of slut's arms, way above the elbows, and fastened the harness under her
armpits and around her shoulders. She then pulled on the laces, binding the
wrists, arms and elbows together, which forced slut's breasts to jut out
prominently.

   "I think these shows will do for today, Ilsa. If not, I can order a different
size for her.

   "Sit, slut!"

   slut sat and watched as Elaine bent down and slipped on a pair of 6" spiked
boots that were mid-calf in height. "I'd really like to try to get her into the
7" inch boots, Ilsa, but these will do for training.

   "Tom, watch that she doesn't fall over. Slut, stand up and bend over." Tom
steadied slut's shoulders while she bent at the waist and Elaine shoved a small
ungreased butt plug up her ass with 24 inches of horse hair attached to it like
a tail.

   "Now, stand up straight, shoulders back. Stick those tits out!"  slut stood
and felt the horse hair was it brushed the inside of her thighs. she found it
precarious trying to stand as the 6 inch heels pushed her forward, and the glove
pulled her back. But she managed to get her shoulders back and her breasts
pointing out.

   "This wouldn't be her show costume, of course. Lots more finery will adorn
her; plumes, bells, bright chains, and more. I still think the effect on her is
pretty dramatic, even if it's just for training, don't You, Ilsa?"

   "I must say I am very Impressed and agree with you completely, Elaine. I
think you're on to something! Why don't you take her outside and see how she
takes to the exercises?"

   "I'll do that, Ilsa, but first let's see how natural her step is.

   "slut," Elaine said as she held the slave with both hands on the bit,
"whenever you are dressed like this, you will always walk with a special gait.
you must lift your leg so that the thigh is parallel to the ground. The toe of
your shoe is to point down to the ground. When you place your foot back on the
ground, it must be placed directly in front of the other foot. Not too far in
front, and never along side. The opposite leg then must be lifted with a
definite snap and repeat the process. Have I made myself clear to you?"

   "Yes ma'am, I'll try," slut mumbled through the bit, drool leaking over her
lips.

   "Good then, show us your step. Lift that foot up. That's it. Leg parallel,
toe pointed. Hold it. Hold it. Fine, now place it down in front of the other
foot. Good, Snap the leg up. Up. Higher. Higher. Point your toe! Hold it. Good.
Now put it down. That's fine.

   "Ilsa, I'm going to take her out in the drive and see how she does. Her step
looks good to me. Natural, graceful, and precise. I don't think she should pull
a cart or chariot. I want her step and stride to be a racer. I'll put her
through some paces and then we'll see what You think."

   A light flick of the rising crop on slut's flanks made her lift her leg and
begin the deliberate stride, taking her outside with Elaine.



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