I awoke at 11:23 pm. The screen revealed three sleeping babes and a quadrant of static from the tape long ago ended. I went in and made coffee and jumped into the shower. Taking my coffee out, I went back upstairs and out onto my front balcony. The moonlight dimly lit up surrounding valley. The night was quiet. Being a work day, everyone was in bed, long asleep, or perhaps watching some crummy TV show.

I, on the other hand, was contemplating the training regimen I would be using shortly. I moved to the far side of the second story and out onto its balcony. The exercise yard was lit dimly. I made a brick wall that is eight feet high and nearly three hundred yards long. It, and the wall of my house make up a bricked domain of exercise. The swimming pool is just below me with an open area beyond. Exercise is an important factor of life. I believe in it wholeheartedly.

On the top of the wall runs an ungrounded 110v wire. It's just a precaution that I will keep to myself.

The coffee was giving my balls a caffeinated feeling. Or maybe I was just horny again, I dunno. I went back in and rewound the tape and started it again. I have control of the volume, I turned it up high and went back down to prepare a four star breakfast buffet. I sat and ate my fill, before wheeling a tray out to the far side of the pool.

I headed back to roust the girls. I paused in my bedroom watching each girl. They were all awake from the volume of the tape and fighting at their bonds. Each seemed humiliated by what the TV was broadcasting. I can understand that I guess. It's really great to watch each slut's face as they watch the tape though.

I opened each door and contemplated my next move. I decided on the old drill sergeant routine, fast, abusive and dominating were the keys I'd need now. I left each security door open, we were coming right back out, after all.

I entered each room lambasting each slut. I put on a head collar, which is a series of black leather straps that fit over the head and neck. Each resisted and asked a bunch of questions before the ball gag muted them. I led them to a closet where I had stockpiled shoes and other clothing and selected a pair of socks and tennis shoes for each. After they put the shoes on I placed a wooden post behind their back and cuffed their wrists together in the front, their arms were around the post. I brought them to the central room one by one, attaching a short chain to their collars to form a chain gang. And a beautiful chain gang it was!

I led them to the stairs, stopping at each security door, explaining that only I knew the sequence to open each. I told them that three wrong entries would disable the keypad. If this occurred the keypad could only be reset from the outside. If they ever tried to over power me we would all be sealed inside the basement for eternity, because I would never open the doors. This was not exactly true, but I decided to head off any plans of mutiny early. They only know what I tell them after all.

I led them out back into the exercise yard to the exerciser. This is a home made contraption similar to one used to exercise horses. It is a heavy steel post that swivels with four arms, each hanging out fifteen feet from the central axis. I attached Cindy's head harness to one arm and unhooked the other two, attaching each to another arm.

I stood back to admire, to appreciate the scene before me. While they all three looked perplexed they all knew what we were doing somehow. I stepped into the center and picked up my whip. It's a stiff shaft about three feet long with a nine inch leather whip on the end. I popped it a few times, getting the full attention of each of the beasts of burden.

"This is a part of your daily routine, beginning right now. You most likely have many questions and maybe later I will answer some of them. That is, after you work your way up. Presently you are all just maggots. Your value is zero. You are here because I brought you here; for nothing more than my personal pleasure. As you become accustomed to your new environment I'm certain that you will each strive to please me. If you strive hard enough you will be rewarded. If not, you will be punished. I cannot tell you that I will get no satisfaction in your punishment. That is what I live for you see, the melding of young flesh into my own mold."

"Look around. We are twenty miles from any road and another fifteen miles to a house. You can hear my dogs barking out front. They will tear you to shreds if you venture out without me. That is, if I don't get you first."

Again, that wasn't the exact truth, but misinformation is a powerful tool.

"So cleanse your mind. Let all of the garbage that you have filled it with expire. Focus. Prepare to be retrained!"

The girls were uncomfortable. Their nudity and the hopeless situation showed on their faces as total humiliation.

"Everyone lift your right knee." CRACK!

They all tried, fumbling for balance.

"Tonight we are going to work on your gait. I'm sure you have all seen show horses. This is your assignment. Lift your knees and make a graceful gait. Follow the steps of the bitch in front of you. GO!"

They began, without precision or grace. I cracked the whip behind each as they came around. The cracking had a big influence and they slowly developed some rhythm and grace.

I left and sat down to eat another course of breakfast, enjoying my coffee as I watched the beauties learn. Each face looked at me as it came around and I enjoyed myself. They had not eaten in quite awhile now.

"If you'd like to eat today, you sluts had better perform to my expectations!"

That broke their rhythm for a moment, but they regained it shortly and were doing pretty good for the first try. The June evening was muggy and humid, as June evenings tend to be here. Each body shone in the low intensity lights that I had on by the pool. Each was coated with sweat already. Beads dripped off with each step.

"Good, very good! Keep it going."

I'm not an unfair guy. I believe in giving credit where credit is due. I'd about finished eating my fill and decided that it was time to try out the buggy.

I'd made a two seat buggy made to be pulled by two beasts. It was light weight and fairly easy to pull. At least in theory. This would be its first test. It had a comfortable bench type seat for two. It had two harness bars, about ten feet long, where the beasts are attached. The post behind the small of their backs is attached to each side by a short chain and there are handles to hold onto, even with the limited reach. It's mounted on two heavy bicycle tires and I even managed a brake system. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

I had them stop their warmup so that they could cool down a bit as I went to the shed and pulled the buggy out. Their faces were painted in disbelief as I approached with it.

"That's right. This is for you," I said, releasing Christy. "You've done well my love. You will ride tonight."

I chose Christy as the top dog. She had put more effort, or either she had adjusted more quickly than the other two. Her gait had been the best by far. I removed the post from behind her back and led her to an outdoor shower beside the pool.

"Go ahead and rinse off. Just wait here and air dry while I harness the pony girls."

I reached down and began to probe her pussy before the thought really occurred. It was wet as hell. Her tits were erect.

"Does this turn you on?"

She hesitated before moving her head in the negative.

"Your body betrays you dear. Your pussy and your tits say differently."

She hung her head. I raised it with a finger.

"In time you will get beyond your denial. Until then just try to enjoy yourself."

I removed the cuffs and gazed at her sleek and sweaty body. I motioned to the shower. She turned and began to rinse off as I returned to the exerciser.

"You two did not do very well. You did not put out the effort that she did. Do you understand?"

Their eyes were a mixture of fear, of bitterness, of uncertainty. It took a crack of the whip, but they both nodded with reserve.

I took Pat first, hooking the post to the side chains and adjusting the handles so that they met her hands. Then I hooked Vicky in the lead position before attaching two long cords, one to a harness eye on each side of their head harness.

"When I pull left, you turn left. When I pull both, you stop. You better goddamned have an improved gait or we'll be here all night working on it. The slut in the back will stay in step with the slut in the front. I want nice, small, high steps."

Crack! I popped the whip for emphasis. They both jumped as the tip of the whip broke the sound barrier. While I would never bring the might of this whip to any flesh it was obvious that I had them scared shitless with it. If you crack one of these with the right attitude in the proximity of someone who halfway expects to taste it, they will cower.

I got in and got comfortable. Throwing up both reins I said, "Giddy yap." The cart began to move slowly. Both sluts were grasping for a comfortable balance in pursuit of a 'gait' that would bring them no grief.

Looking back to Christy I saw that she had finished rinsing and was standing beside the shower head, uncomfortably, looking about. I decided to steer away and to the back wall and allow her to get a real first look. The house was dark. The only light was from the low intensity lights and the dim moonlight. Her hands were held out, as if she didn't know what to do with them as the buggy turned and I lost sight.

They were slow. It took several minutes to wheel around and we didn't go but halfway to the back wall. Christy was standing in the same place, yet I could see the fight or flight look in her body language. It was expected of course. It was the first opportunity that she had since she arrived. She was dripping wet and butt naked in a place she did not know though, and of course she impatiently awaited us. She looked at the beasts; tits bobbing and pussies opening up with every step.

I pulled the reins back as the carriage arrived. They did a good job of coming to a graceful stop, all things considered.

I got out and put Christy's collar back on and took her in tow with the leash, slowly circling and admiring the setup. She began to talk, to ask the questions I knew they all would like answered. I placed my finger under my nose to shush her.

"We'll leave the ball gag out as long as you are silent. Otherwise it goes back in."

I noticed the two up front looking back, so I took the buggy whip and slapped each on the sweaty ass. Their bodies were steadily dripping sweat from the god awful humidity.

"I'll have to add some blinders I see. You always stand at attention when you're in a situation such as this. Heads forward ladies!"

Each looked forward. Both were heaving heavily. All three were soft. It will take some time getting them conditioned before we will be ready to head out on the creek gravel trails I have in the woods out back.

I led Christy up one side until she was even with Pat and I was even with Vicky. I stuck my hand down. My finger went right into the overly hot, wet pussy.

"Try it," I said, motioning to Pat. "I can't tell you why, except that the primal hormones still reside within our bodies. Women are turned on from deep inside at being made helpless objects like this. Your exteriors flatly deny this premise, yet your pussies yearn for fulfillment."

I turned my eyes to hers and she slowly reached down. She seemed stunned at how hot and creamy the outer lips were.

"See. You can deny it, but you cannot hide it. They have done well on their first try. Lets finger fuck them."

Christy looked perplexed, but she followed my lead and began to finger fuck Pat. I noticed that both widened their stance to allow for better penetration. I'm not sure that either was aware that they had done it. Both closed their eyes. Their faces had the expression of rape, but they both were getting hot. Christy kept looking to me. I assured her with my own look each time and she began to work with Pat's rhythm. Pat came first. Vicky was right behind her. I stopped and removed the gag, gesturing Christy to follow my motions. I put my finger to her lips, awaiting her. She was still breathing heavily and her jaws obviously ached from the ball gag. She opened her mouth ever so slightly. I eased the finger in and she began to suck on it. Pat took awhile, but she too sucked her own juices.

"The same for you two. I'll leave the gags out as long as you are silent. When you talk they will go back in."

I withdrew my finger and redeposited it deep in her pussy. Christy followed as I looked back to her. I fucked her harder, spreading the lips way out. I just love the sight of a good swollen pussy. And this is the way to make one that way. Christy began to fuck harder in response. Finally I withdrew my finger and changed places with Christy.

Pat's face was not receptive. I grabbed the back of her hair and eased her head back a bit. Her mouth opened and I inserted the finger to the hilt. She obviously had some religious upbringing to the point that she was trying to reject the obvious outcome.

"Suck it off you fucking slut!"

Again, I don't really enjoy this degrading and forceful approach. It works like a charm <sigh>, so I continue to use it. I knew that Vicky would not be a problem. I surmised this girl had a lot of kink yet to be explored. She was not nearly as uptight as Pat, to my surprise. I would have wagered money that Pat was going to be my babe. She was currently the bottom dog though.

Vicky actually moved her head up and down Christy's finger. These two are cool!

I gave some last minute advice on proper gait to each on the ground before taking Christy in tow and going back into the coach. I handed the reins to Christy.

"You guide us. Go anywhere that you want to go."

She looked back at me in despair.

"It's ok. You're the top dog and you will reap the rewards tonight. Those two are here simply to entertain us. I want you to grab that whip and crack it if their performance lags."

I motioned her to pull the left rein. Both heads tilted left and they made a wide turn around the pool. I pointed down the fence and she reined them over to a gravel path along the wall.

"Ok, relax. You only need to guide them when we get to a fork. Pull right or left, but always pull and show them that it is your decision and that they will follow it."

The one hundred yard square area has many paths and forks. The pace was slow though due to the high stepping gait. The buggy rocked and swayed slightly as the motorcycle shocks gave as we crossed the slightly unlevel gravel beds that made up the paths.

We sat silently for several moments just enjoying the show. Pat filled the view mostly, but we could see the taller Vicky in the lead. Each was huffing it pretty good. They were out of shape though. That's something we would be working on.

Christy reined left at the second intersection. She was avoiding eye contact at the moment but I could see her eyes gleaming. I think that she was beginning to enjoy already, but was still ashamed that she did.

Her body was almost dry. I leaned over and began to kiss her neck. Her shoulder hunched at first, but she relaxed it in due time. I kissed her ever so softly for several minutes. I eased my left hand down to get her wet. She was wet already to my surprise. I quickly dropped my shorts and threw them into the basket behind us.