Cast of Characters

Prologue

It is Annette’s twentieth birthday. A few hours ago she was a free woman. Then why is she standing against a horizontal pole with her arms over the pole and then her hands pulled in front of her body and secured with slave bracelets? Her only article of clothing appears to be a soiled undergarment. She is barely managing to cover her shapely breasts with her hands. Around her neck is a transport collar. On her left is a naked blonde girl secured in the same way. On her right is naked redheaded girl also secured the same way. Both are wearing transport collars and fading brands. On this world a drug called Extend increases life spans many times over and slowly fades scars and injuries, including brands.

Chapter 1: Amanda at the Happy Valley and Spring Valley Farms.

The man known as the General has apparently made an interesting acquisition. She is a beautiful blonde contract slave girl with Sevres-blue eyes. Her name is Amanda. She had become a contract slave girl to help out her parents, although they weren’t very fond of the idea. Problems at their vineyard had run up their debt. Part of the trouble came from the border clash years back which happened to involve the General. Her parents’ vineyard had ended up in the Kingdom of Marlowe after a military victory led by the General. Basically it had taken the people of Marlowe time to acquire a taste for their ‘foreign’ wine.

The money from Amanda’s rental had kept them afloat until their wine became widely accepted. She had been very lucky. The first owner of her contract had been smitten by her beauty. He had purchased her five year contract. During that time she would be treated as a full slave girl. There are a few differences between contract and legal slave girls. A full slave girl can sometimes gain her freedom but there is no guarantee of it ever happening. A contract slave girl is one for a fixed time.

Both receive a six of the best welcome whipping upon their being ‘employed’ as slave girls. A full slave girl receives a welcome every time she changes owners. A contract slave girl receives one welcome whipping except in very rare circumstances. She is never whipped again unless she does something that would get a full slave girl punished.

Her first owner was a friend of the General. His name was Aaron. He had found her suspended naked and spread eagled a couple of feet off the floor at a special sale only for contract slave girls. Padded cuffs with attached chains supported her beautiful body and kept her pretty legs apart. There were five other girls, all pretty, but none as beautiful as her. The other five girls wore special slave girl tunics with disrobing ties They were suspended several feet apart in a semicircle so each could see what was happening to the other five.

This was intentional. At this point a girl could opt out at anytime before the winning bidder was announced. Occasionally a girl seeing another girl struck by a whip and struggling and crying in her ropes would withdraw. Others would take a few blows before calling it quits. Strangely, if she had put on a good show of struggling and screaming as she was whipped a collection would be taken up and she would be given a few silver coins for her trouble.

This auction was special in that all six girls were virgins. All the girls had set separate minimum sale prices which must be met. That sale price was not posted. If a bidder was the high man after bidding closed, it was then announced if he had beaten the minimum and the girl was his for what ever the posted length of service time was specified. Five years was the usual term. If he hadn’t met the minimum there were three options. The bidding could be resumed if all parties, including the guest of honor, agreed. The well whipped girl could be released and sent on her way, sorer but wiser. The already well whipped girl could accept the bid as better than nothing and start her employment.

Aaron had been looking for a beautiful slave girl to do double duty at his vineyard. He wanted her as a pony cart girl to pull supplies to his workers and entertain them with her body. Since his pony cart girls had the right of refusal if one of their ‘customers’ didn’t treat them right, all the workers went out of their way to ring their bells and not abuse them. It was rare that one of his girls refused a worker except when they were behind schedule in their deliveries. Second and most of all, he wanted someone to keep his bed warm at night. He already had several slave girls which ended up in his bed from time to time but he wanted that one special hard to find girl.

He stood in front of the suspended girl. She was a beautiful blonde with slightly shorter hair than most slave girls. It only reached to a little past her shoulders. Most slave girls had hair that could cover their nipples when hanging down in front. The sparse curly hair between her legs declared her a true blonde. She had nice breasts but not overly large ones. Her nipples were flat. Most girls suspended for display are turned on and have fully erect nipples.

Their eyes met as he stood in front of her. He got the idea that her Sevres-blue eyes were appraising him on whether he was master material instead of him checking her out for contract slave girl material. When she smiled, he smiled back. “I have seen many girls like you on display. Is it very uncomfortable?”

“Right now it’s not uncomfortable. While I don’t know that much about auctions, I do know that the padded cuffs are to make me as comfortable as possible so that I can concentrate on the discomfort of my welcome whipping. I’ve had better ways to spend my afternoons and this naked bit is bugging me a bit. I have never been without clothes in front of men before.”

“Actually I am nude and not naked since I chose to not keep my tunic prior to the start of this afternoon’s entertainment. When the six of us arrived this morning, we were allowed to remove our free girl clothing in private. We then put on the tunics with disrobing ties. You notice that their tunics are really only two pieces of cloth connected by a six inch crisscross pattern of webbing at the sides plus disrobing ties. It exposes their sides from armpits to thighs. I admit that if I was a man I would find it quite stimulating. We then had our hands braceleted behind our backs and we stood around for a couple of hours talking among ourselves. All of us agreed that it felt unusual to not have the use of our hands. A helper provided us with snacks which he would hand feed us since we couldn‘t use or hands. For obvious reasons nothing was given us to drink.”

“When it was time for our display, we were allowed to use the facilities and then led out here. Our ankles had padded cuffs placed on them and then our bracelets removed and padded wrist cuffs were provided. I made a decision then. These tunics actually make one look more naked than if one is naked. . From the side, they cover next to nothing.” Aaron glanced to her right and left and confirmed her observation of her fellow girls. Much of what girls like to have hidden wasn’t. He concentrated on the girl to her left and he had a beautiful side view of her entire right breast except for her nipple.

“I watched them suspend the four girls on my right and spread their legs wide. They helped me up on a box so I could have my wrist cuffs hooked to the chains. Before they could secure me, I calmly took off my tunic and dropped it on the floor. They didn’t object. Technically that makes me nude and not naked, since I chose to remove my tunic and didn‘t have it done for me.”

“They clipped the chains to the back of my wrist cuffs and let me stand with my arms held high and all my charms exposed to view. I finally found myself blushing for the first time when the potential bidders started staring at me. I was expecting what happened next but it was still a surprise when they kicked the box out from under me. I gave a squeal of surprise and hung there kicking my legs.”

“I felt someone touching my right ankle and moving it to the side. There was a click and my right leg had been secured to one side. I felt another touch, this time on my left ankle was pulled to the side. Another click and I couldn’t close my legs. I think that this was when I realized that all of this is real.”

“I like a girl who thinks out of the box. Actually I should say that you are thinking off the box.” The girl laughed at his little joke. “I believe the posted notice said your name is Amanda. Your stripping yourself may give potential bidders more time to assess your very fine body.” One of his hands wandered down between her legs. She made a pleased sound and moved nicely in her chains. For the first time her nipples hardened nicely. This called for an immediate test drive if he should win her services. He wouldn’t mine sharing her with his workers, but he would be paying extra for her virginity and that was his.

“By chance is this the first time a man ever touched you there?”

“Yes Sir it was. I found it enjoyable. I guess this is why I am widespread. It facilitates my being inspected by potential bidders like yourself. If I am won by you, I would be happy to call you Master.”

“I notice that you have a nice even all over tan with no white on your breasts or around your sex. Do or rather did you lie in the sun nude?”

“Actually I did on the roof of my parents’ home at their vineyard. I think it might increase the bids on me. A good tan does wonders for a girl’s appearance. Of course with my arms and legs widespread, I can hide nothing.”

“Your inability to hide none of your charms is the main reason Amanda. However it makes delivery of the sixth welcoming blow easier. We wouldn’t want the auctioneer to miss. The law requires another try. I once saw a girl who had been secured much too loosely require five attempts because she wouldn’t stop trying to avoid the last blow.”

“Yuck. I seem to be adequately spread and secured and won’t have to worry. I will close my eyes if I have to.”

It was then that they were interrupted by another potential bidder. It was a young man who looked barely old enough to shave. “Hello Amanda. I never realized with the baggy tunics you favored how nice a body you had. I couldn’t pass up this auction when my sources said you would be a guest. You should have taken my offer on how I could help your struggling family.”

“The price was too high. I didn’t think that I would enjoy you having your hands on me all the time was worth it. No offense given, Travis. I hope.”

He stepped behind the girl. His fingers entered the crack of her ass. She struggled and mumbled a few four letter words under her breath. “I think I will bid on you my sweet. I will make a Pony Cart Girl out of you. Where I am touching will be where your tail will be installed daily. I would get the best workers available knowing that you would be one of the perks of working for me. Of course that would be when I had you well broken in to the use by men. Ho, ho.” Still laughing he removed his hand and stepped away.

“What was that all about?”

“With my parents in financial difficulty, he offered me a job. Of course my use by him would be part of the deal. He lives with his father on a fine vineyard and usually had good coin available. I refused him and he didn’t take it very well. I had hope to pull off the sale of my contract without him knowing until I was ‘employed’ where he couldn’t touch me.”

“Look at the bright side pretty one. You would make the most beautiful Pony Cart Girl ever. There was a small tear coming out of each of her eyes. He wished her luck and walked away. The nude and widespread girl started to call him back and then changed her mind about begging him to buy her.

It was soon welcome time for the six ‘job seekers’ who were probably getting bored just hanging around doing nothing. That is assuming that screaming is better than being bored. Each of five girls had her ankle cuffs temporarily released and her legs allowed to hang down. Five sets of disrobing ties were pulled. Five tunics slid across hardening nipples and down sleek thighs until they reached the floor. The helper had to grasp three sets of shapely legs and help the tunics slide over the girls’ feet. The five sets of ankle cuff hooks were replaced and five naked girls and one nude girl with their legs again wide spread were nervously awaiting the auctioneer’s pleasure. A helper walked behind each girl and moved her hair so it hung across her front, covering some breasts but leaving their backs deprived of what little protection their long hair would have provided from the whip. The first girl with the other five watching braced herself.

There was a loud smack and a scream to Amanda’s right. The first girl had taken a blow across her shoulders. She struggled in her chains. In contract slave girl auctions, each girl receives number one and then each girl receives number two and so on. Amanda was looking nervously to her right as her turn approached. Aaron yelled something to distract her and she swung her eyes to meet his. He saw them widen in shock as she received the first blow of a whip that she had ever felt. She clenched her jaw and only gasped. Her turn in the second time around brought a loud scream. There were now two stripes on her back. Her next two turns were blows that buried the whip in the cheeks of her very shapely ass. She screamed and struggled the hardest yet. Their eyes met again and she seemed to be getting comfort while not seeking sympathy. After all, she had volunteered to be where she was suspended and being whipped..

The auctioneer stopped to give each of the now sweaty girls a respite. He allowed the girls to settle down and even give each other words of encouragement. The helper then moved in front of each girl and moved their hair from front to back, thus removing any protection of their breasts. Two of the girls blushed heavily when his hands brushed their nipples, hardening them even more. The auctioneer then questioned each girl telling them that by law they could withdraw before he had to deliver the worst two blows of their welcome.

After all declined, he began delivering blows across each girls’ breasts. He was good with a whip. Every blow was across a pair of nipples. Amanda watched each girl on her right scream and struggle in her bonds. It was her turn. He got to the self proclaimed nude girl. She braced herself as much as a girl in her position could. It didn’t help much. She watched the whip bury itself almost out of sight across her breasts. He got the loudest scream yet. She almost fainted but the scream of the sixth girl snapped her back to painful reality.

Six girls now hung quietly sobbing. The helper checked the ankle chains of each girl. He adjusted three pairs of legs a couple of inches further apart. Amanda was one of them. Of course, he probably wanted a closer look at his target where their legs came together.

The auctioneer started down the line with the cruelest blow of all. He started bringing the whip directly up between pairs of widespread legs. Their screams almost deafened him. As he reached Amanda, Aaron saw her lips move as if she was trying to say something. No sound came out. Was she trying to withdraw? Aaron realized she was looking at him. He held up a hand with only his index finger raised indicating only one more blow to go. She had time to smile and then the auctioneer struck. Amanda screamed and then fainted. The last girl didn’t have time to scream and just fainted.

Four of the girls had fainted and hung with their heads down toward their chests. The other two hung crying quietly. Four buckets of water woke up the four girls taking naps. They hung moaning and dripping, wishing they could bring their hands down to soothe the hurt between their legs. The helper walked up and straightened up their dripping hair but didn’t move any hair to the front. Six pairs of breasts with a stripe across both nipples showed prominently.

It was bidding time. The first four girls sold at good prices. The bidding on Amanda was spirited Travis was soon high bidder. Aaron silenced him and all other bidders with a bid of two Golden King Coins. Amanda fainted. She never did know if it was from exhaustion or from relief at getting a good price to help her struggling family and not being won by Travis. She never heard the bidding on the sixth girl or the announcement afterwards that all bids had easily exceeded their preset minimums and that all the girls were now legal slaves for five years.

Amanda never felt herself lowered to the ground. She awoke with her hands braceleted behind her and her ankles hobbled. She was turned over to Aaron after payment. She felt a collar around her neck It felt strange. She later learned that it had her name, owner and dates of her scheduled ‘employment’. She knew the money would keep her parents secure during her five years away. Fortunately they had not attended the auction and were told only who had purchased her contract.

Aaron retrieved her tunic and slipped it over he well striped body and then secured the disrobing ties over her shoulders. He actually liked the side view of her special tunic. A package containing her free girl clothing was given to Aaron. He would keep it stored until her contract was up. It included her shoes. The only shoes she would be wearing would probably be the special pony shoes worn by Pony Cart Girls.

He checked them into an inn and had a Vet called. If a doctor was treating a slave girl he was called a Vet. If he was treating a free woman he was called a Doc. He treated both exactly the same. He treated the injuries from blows five and six with Fast Heal. One could only use so much because it speeded up the metabolism. She would not be sleeping on her back for a few days. Aaron had already realized that his test drive would have to be put on hold.

She rode in front of him on his horse. Her tunic rode up on her naked thighs. The hard leather of the saddle was not kind to her whipped ass. Her braceleted hands brushed against him and she felt proof that he was definitely interested in her. She did not remove her hands. After riding a short distance he had provided a small soft pillow which cushioned her whipped backside somewhat. They arrived at the Happy Valley Farm which was next to the Spring Valley Farm owned by the General. After two days of only eating and sleeping, Amanda insisted on helping the other slave girls with chores.

The other girls welcomed her help. They were pleased that she wasn’t just going to be Master Aaron’s pet and would carry her share of the duties of the house.

It was another week before Aaron took her virginity. He wanted her to be fully recovered and pain free from her welcome whipping. She was led into his bedroom. There was a bed more than large enough for two people. One side had ropes on one bottom and one top corner. The middle of the headboard and the bottom had two more ropes. She easily guessed which side was hers. Without being told she shed her sexy tunic and laid down nude on her side of the bed.

“I guess this makes you my nude beauty, since you didn’t give me a chance to order you to strip. Both laughed. He quickly secured her wrists and ankles. He spent a long time, a very long time warming her up with lips, tongue and hands. When she was half crazy with desire and struggling in her ropes, he entered her. It was the ride of his life as Amanda took to being used like a duck takes to water. However her world doesn’t have ducks, so she would not have understood the comparison.

After a week of them trying to wear each other out he had her prepped for cart duty. It started with her secured to an X-Frame on her now healed back and posterior. She cried out twice as her nipples were pierced and golden rings inserted. The X-Frame shock with her struggles when alcohol was used to clean the rings. Silver bells were hung on each ring. That night she rang the silver bells loudly as she started out on top. Master Aaron then rolled her over on her back and demonstrated a different way to ring her bells.

A week after that she was introduced to pony cart duty. She found herself nude and bent over a rail. She had stripped herself without being ordered. Aaron informed her that it was to be a tail day. Her legs were pulled apart and secured to pegs in the ground. Her hands were braceleted behind her and her neck was fastened to a peg in front of her, keeping her head down. He placed his hand between her ass cheeks. “I’m a bit new at this. I believe this is where your ‘friend’ indicated a tail should go. “

Amanda squirmed as much as her spread legs would permit. “Don’t ask me. I am new at this also. However I sense that you have found the right spot.” Two of the other slave girls who had become her friends approached carrying various items. She felt Aaron pushing something into her where the sun doesn’t shine. She felt a warm liquid flowing into her. The something was removed. She squirmed and her nipple bells rang. She felt herself cramping and rang her bells again. After the fourth ringing of her nipple bells the two girls approached and put something on the ground under her.

“It’s okay to let loose now Amanda. It is rumored that four rings has become a new addition to the tinkle code used by gagged slave girls. One is for “yes” Two is for “no” and three is for “May I speak.” Four is for “I’m ready for my tail.”

Blushing furiously, Amanda let loose. Her two friends cleaned her up and Aaron approached her from behind. She felt something enter her again. She felt him turn something on what ever it was. She felt that something expand. She instinctively tried to push it out and failed “Damn, Master Aaron. Did you have to use something a foot long?”

“Watch your language my beautiful rental property. I will let it slide since you are new to your collar.” He attached something to the plug he had inserted. He released the ropes that were holding her legs apart and her head down.

Amanda looked over her shoulder. She now had a beautiful blonde tail hanging between her legs and tickling her knees. It felt strange. “It’s beautiful Master Aaron. I love it. Do I have to wear it every time I am to pull a cart?”

“Not very often my now tailed beauty. It is my experience that both the installer and the installed regard the effort as a pain in the ass. Ho, ho.”

“Very funny Master, but I though that you weren’t experienced in sticking things up a girl’s tail. I still think it is beautiful. I promise not to complain on tail days but again, did you really have to use a foot long plug?”

“Every girl complains about it being a foot long, but it isn’t. I will show it to you when I remove it after I take you for a spin around your delivery route.”

“A spin? Are you going to take me in circles?”

“Your turn to be funny, I see.” He then tied a wide belt around the nude girl’s hips. He led her over to a delivery cart with a chair mounted on it. He attached the girl’s belt to the handles coming from the cart. She reached down with her braceleted hands to grasp the handles. “You won’t need your hands on this run my beauty.” He left her braceleted wrists behind her and secured the bracelet chain to the back of the belt around her hips. Next he bent down and placed sandals on each of her feet that had horseshoe shaped cleats on their bottoms.

“Now comes the steering gear as I call it. It is a bit with reins attached. There are two words often heard by cart girls. Open Wide!” He placed the bit in her mouth and secured it with a strap that ran behind her head. She stood quietly with the reins hanging down to the ground. She was starting to drool on her breasts but didn’t complain. It is hard to complain with a bit in your mouth anyway. “Are you ready?”

“Oomph.”

‘I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked up the reins and a short whip and climbed into the cart. “A light pull on either rein tells you which direction to turn. Pulling back on both means stop. A light snap of the whip means to start going. It usually won’t touch your fair skin but it will make you jump. Ho, ho.” There was a loud snap along side her bare hip and she jumped and squealed around her bit. She started to pull and easily got the cart moving. An in shape slave girl can easily pull twice her weight. He was a big man but wasn’t twice her weight.

Just before they got to the first stop he had her stop while he put something on her collar. “It is a white ribbon, indicating that you are not available for use yet. That will probably be pretty soon. Ho, ho.”

“Oomph, oomph!!!”

“You don’t think so. You are correct. I find you very hard to get bored with.!”

“Oomph.”

“I will take that as a thank you. Now as we get to the next curve get your breasts bouncing and your bells ringing. The workers like to try to guess which delivery girl is coming. The two girls who helped prepare you sometimes take turns making this run. This time I bet they don’t recognize who is coming since this is your first visit, but they learn quick.”

The pair tinkled into the work area. All the men welcomed the new girl but were disappointed to see the white ribbon. He introduced the new girl and informed her that she was in for a special treat. He produced a bottle of lotion. It was to prevent sunburn. He stood back laughing as the men rubbed it all over her bare body. She squealed and struggled nicely but found herself enjoying herself.”

They visited the two other stations and then returned to the main house. He removed her bit and reins. “Did you enjoy your exercise my beauty?”

“Yes. But I agree about one thing being a pain in the ass. Ho, ho. Now could you prove to me that it is not a foot long.” He released her belt from the cart and led her over to the rail. She bent over and he fastened her collar to the peg in front of her. She felt him first remove the tail from the plug. She felt him do something to the plug and the thing that she couldn’t push out was easily pulled out.”

She felt something touching her bottom close to where the tail had been. Something slid into her and soon she was crying out in pleasure. When both finished Aaron spoke. “See, Amanda, it is not a foot long. Watch what happens when I turn the end thus. The other end gets bigger so it doesn‘t fall out or girls convinced that it is a foot long can‘t push it out. Ho, ho.”

“All right Master, but it sure feels like it. Yours is longer anyway. I’ll make sure tonight.” The next day she pulled the cart naked. He had ordered her to remove her tunic before she could remove it. Her hands were braceleted behind her back and the cart was attached to the wide belt. She made sure to get her breasts bouncing and her silver bells ringing as she approached her stops. The men were quick learners and knew it was her coming. Somehow she needed lotion at each stop.

Two weeks later, they were talking in bed. Amanda no longer slept secured for use. “Master I think the men are getting frustrated with my naked body on a look but don’t touch basis. Lotion doesn’t count. Also I worry that the other slave girls are getting jealous of me sharing your bed every night. I don’t want to lose their friendship. We all have to work well together.

The next day the white ribbon was removed by Aaron. “I recommend that you give a ride to one man of each of your three stops. She was no longer secured to the cart and her hands were free. She pulled the cart by the handles. She gave three rides that day. She returned to the main house well used, grass stains on her shapely ass and something running down both legs.

Master Aaron had the hobby of racing cart girls. He had a quarter mile oval track marked off behind the main barn. Amanda had good strong legs and learned to do quite well pulling the cart or racing with several other naked slave girls to entertain guests.

Men would place small bets on the races. Amanda won more races than she lost. Actually the men just liked to see naked girls racing around the track. The most sought after audience participation was to drive one of the pony carts in a race. Of course watching the bouncing ass of the naked girl pulling your cart as you rode was probably the reason. Most men didn’t care whether they won or lost their race.

Amanda had grown up on a vineyard, she knew much about the work being done. Sometimes she would find herself helping out with the work. None of the workers objected to have a naked girl working side by side with them and getting her hands dirty just like the rest of them.

The first four and a half years of Amanda’s contract seemed to pass all too quickly. The two were starting to get very close. Amanda got strange feelings when Aaron asked her what her plans were when the contract was finished. He hinted at a one year extension at a very generous sum of coins.

Finally both agree that maybe things were moving too fast. After a talk with the General it was decided that she would spend her last few months at the Spring Valley Farm. She would return shortly before her contract expired and they would reassess their feelings.

The General and his wife Gina welcomed her into the household. She found herself doing basically what she had been doing for Aaron. She shared cart duty with several other girls. She also shared household duties with them. She was never asked to give the General a ride. He only had eyes for the beautiful Gina.

He too had a circular track for racing cart girls. Amanda turned out to be faster than all the other girls. Unfortunately the General’s oldest daughter Annette took a dislike to her. She liked to torment her younger teenage twin sisters. One day she decided to pick on Amanda.

She had one of the workers who had returned from working in the vineyard to secure Amanda to her cart in a disciplinary tie. The worker didn’t like the idea, after all on her first run as a cart girl on the General’s estate she had given him the best ride he ever had.

He took her over to her usual cart. He helped her put the wide belt which she hadn’t needed since she had already earned the trust to pull the cart unsecured. He attached the cart to he belt. He pulled her hands behind her and secured them with a length of tight rope as ordered by Annette. He then brought her elbows tightly together, again as ordered by Annette. The pain brought tears to Amanda’s eyes. Why was Annette having this done?

Lastly a bit and reins were added. The bit in her mouth silenced any questions. Annette checked on the work and tightened the bit strap another notch and brought a squeal of protest from Amanda. What could she do? She was naked and now helpless and in pain.

Annette climbed into the cart and drove her onto the oval track owned by the General. She set a fast pace for Amanda. When she couldn’t keep it up Amanda felt a line of fire across her ass cheeks. She screamed into her bit gag. She received another two stripes from Annette who seemed to be enjoying herself. “What’s the matter Bitch? I thought you were the fasted cart girl around.”

Amanda received three more stripes. Annette was not skilled with the whip. She was drawing blood with her whip. A good mistress or master can inflict painful punishment without doing so. Amanda gave it her all trying to please Annette, but finally collapsed in the dust and dirt of the track. Rescue came in the form of the very angry General. He had received a report from the worker who had been commanded to prepare Amanda.

He was beyond pissed off. He sent Annette to her room after a screaming reprimand of her conduct toward a helpless slave girl. Annette thought nothing of it. She had pissed her father off many times before, especially when picking on her sisters. Annette had never heard the term ‘last straw.’ The General went to have a talk with his neighbor Robert and a number of his friends whom Annette would not recognize. He also got approval from a saddened Gina. It was three days before her twentieth birthday.

A Vet was called. He stitched up one nasty cut and put Fast Heal on her whipped ass. It would take many weeks before Extend erased the marks of her mistreatment. The General apologized for the conduct of his older daughter. Amanda heard him mumble something about a last straw.

Chapter 2: The Birthday Party That Wasn’t

It was the day before the scheduled birthday party for Annette. The General was completing his plans for his daughter Annette. He had been called the General for so long that most people didn’t remember his actual name. There had been a sharp vicious border clash when a neighboring kingdom tried to settle an old border dispute with a surprise attack. The general, though outnumbered, had let an amazing counterattack that defeated the invaders. It left the General’s side in command of more land than it had started with.

Right after that the RIDERS had forced an end to hostilities before any more blood could be shed. The neighboring country was ruled the aggressor and given a punishment. The land the General seized was ruled forfeit to the victor. No one dared dispute a ruling by the RIDERS.

One capture made during the brief conflict was a royal princess. Her name was Gina. The General was smitten with her beauty. She stood before him in little more that a short thin tunic, which did nothing to hide the charms of her beautiful body. Her hands were held behind her back with slave bracelets.

He stared at the beautiful girl. She stared proudly back at him with no sign of fear. She knew that she was his by right of military conquest. Her country had been declared in the wrong and her fate appeared to be sealed. “It could be much worse,” she thought. “He could be of such an advanced age that even Extend wouldn’t help him use me. If I must lose my virginity, I should be able to lay back and enjoy it.

The General spoke next, “I want you to come to my estate. I have had a successful military career and now is the time to retire and raise a family. I do not want you as my slave, but as my wife.” With that he stepped behind her and removed her slave bracelets. He watched her bring her hands in front of her.

This was absolutely the last thing she had expected him to offer. She had expected to become his personal slave girl and the girls traveling with her to be given to his officers for much use. She realized that she could learn to love this man. Her earnest reply was simply, “I accept.!” They were married shortly afterwards in a simple ceremony. Her traveling companions were given the option of staying with her or returning home in freedom. A few stayed, but most went home unmolested.

She was right. She did learn to love him and he love her. They moved to his estate named: Spring Valley Farm. The result of the happy marriage was three beautiful daughters. The two youngest were twins and very sweet. The oldest was an incredible hellion.

The General called two close friends to his side. One was Robert the Vintar. The other was a man known as the Auctioneer, like the General, few remembered his real name. The plan was for the Auctioneer to gather a group of supposed bidders that Annette wouldn’t know to his auction barn. The auctioneer mentioned that he only had two slave girls on hand. They were from a bankrupt tavern where they had served drinks and entertained their share of men each night. They would unknowingly serve as part of the pretext that she was actualy being auctioned off. The auctioneer also mentioned that he had a little something to add to a certain piece of birthday cake which would be served to a half starved Annette. The other girls would get plain cake. The idea was to totally humiliate her and bring about an attitude adjustment. The plan would go into effect the day before her birthday.

It was early afternoon, almost time for her usual light lunch. It was the day before her birthday. Annette was alone in her room after a morning of being her usually bratty self to her younger twin sisters. Little did she know that her mistreatment of Amanda had been the last straw for her father and guaranteed that he would go through with his plan. Suddenly her father walked in with two men.

Annette recognized one as the Auctioneer. He was a man noted for getting top coin at all the auctions that he ran. Her father turned to her, “Your mother and I are fed up with your actions. With her approval, I am turning you over to the auctioneer, to be sold to the highest bidder. I wish you luck daughter.”

Annette was shocked. “Please father, don’t do this! I am a good daughter.” But her father had already turned and left the room. She turned to face the two men.

As they advanced toward her, she turned to run. She never had a chance. They easily grabbed her from behind. Kicking and screaming, using words with few letters, she fought them. They removed the fine tunic without disrobing ties that she was wearing, leaving her only with upper and lower undergarments. The auctioneer then stated, “By law, as a free woman she is allowed to keep her lower under garment, the fate of the upper undergarment can wait until later“. There was a pair of clicks and she found herself with her slim wrists locked behind her back with slave bracelets. It was the first time in her young life she had ever been helpless. She had lost her sandals trying to kick the men where it would hurt the most.

Still struggling, the now half clothed girl was led out of the house and toward their wagon. Finally tired at her effort to kick them, the men tied her ankles together with a length of rope, leaving a couple of feet trailing . The man handed the still cursing Annette up to the auctioneer. He rolled her over on her stomach, grabbed the end of the ankle rope and tied it to her bracelet chain, putting her in her first very uncomfortable hogtie.

The auctioneer approached the girl with a slave collar. “This, young lady, is what is called a traveling collar. It is used on new or soon to be slave girls to identify them for what they are while being transported to auction sites or holding sites. You will wear this until your future ownership is decided.” He approached the enraged girl who was still struggling despite the hogtie. Quickly he placed the open collar around her neck and clicked it shut. He just avoided getting bit on the hand in the process.

“Get this damn thing off my neck, you bastard!” Screamed Annette. She added a few more comments concerning his parentage and legitimacy of birth.

“If you don’t shut your mouth, we have things that will assist you in shutting up,” the Auctioneer stated to the hogtied girl. To reinforce his statement he took a wide short strap and placed it around her elbows. He tightened it until her elbows touched. She cried out in pain at this new abuse and continued to curse him and his companion. “This is your last chance to shut up girl.”

She still didn’t shut up. “Enough is enough.” said the auctioneer. Annette suddenly had something large, round, and bad tasting shoved into her mouth. She felt the auctioneer securing a strap behind her head. Even worse, her right breast was trying to fall out of her upper undergarment. Part of her nipple was almost showing. She quit struggling and lay quietly on her side, glaring at the two men.

“Things can’t get much worse, “ she thought to herself. She rolled over on her stomach to keep her fine young breasts from showing any more flesh to the men. She was wrong. She had drank too much coffee with her breakfast that morning. Annette lay perfectly still, fighting the increasing urge. She screamed into her gag, trying to attract the men’s attention to her now serious problem. They didn’t seem to notice. She was wrong, the Auctioneer had noticed, but ignored her. What better way to keep a new slave girl docile in transport. The idea was to keep her worrying about soiling herself, instead of struggling. Finally, an hour and a half into the two hour journey, the rough riding wagon hit one bump too many. To her disgust, she lost the battle. Her lower undergarment was now warmer and wet. As the ride continued, the hogtie started to be more and more uncomfortable and then to really hurt. The strap on her elbows made things even more painful. She tried squealing into her gag again, but was still ignored..

Finally the auctioneer arrived at his auction barn. Annette felt the rope holding her in the hogtie being removed. The rope around her ankles was removed. Hoping to be allowed to walk to her fate, she swung her slim legs off the wagon’s edge. Both ankles were grabbed and connected by a two foot long hobble chain. Never having been in hobbles before and with her arms behind her back and her elbows touching, it was a chore to make it into the barn. In an unexpected show of kindness, the men caught her whenever she almost fell. She now found that her one breast had fallen the rest of the way out of her upper undergarment. To her disgust, it hardened as the two men glanced her naked breast. She was led up to a cell containing two fully naked slave girls. One was blonde, the other redheaded. Like Annette, they were also hobbled, but their slave bracelets were in front. She was led into the cell. There was hay on the floor, also a bucket and one large blanket.

As the men prepared to leave the cell containing the two naked girls and one near naked girl, the auctioneer stopped and placed her errant breast back into her upper under garment. She blushed hotly. It was the first time a male had ever touched her naked breast. He grinned at her. There was suddenly another distraction.

Both of the naked slave girls had suddenly laid down on their backs in the hay. The stretched their hands over their heads and grasped the bars behind them. They moved their hobbled ankles as far apart as they could. The auctioneer glanced at the open cell door and at Annette. He and the other man each dropped their pants and each fell on a slave girl and gave them what they had indicated they wanted. Both men made a point of holding back until the impaled girls exploded under them.

As the Auctioneer got up he looked at Annette. “I am surprised that you didn’t use the open cell door and run. You know that I will be required to whip you before the auction tomorrow. It is the law that all girls new to the collar receive six of the best.”

Annette’s reply was a series of muffled sounds coming from her gagged mouth. Some sounded like she was a bit on the peeved side. He noticed she was drooling and it was running down between her now fully covered breasts. If he noticed her wet lower undergarment, he said nothing. “Here, let me remove your gag, I almost forgot. But remember, one bit of profanity and it goes right back in.. Also I will order your cellmates not to remove it or they will get a bonus whipping, just like the one I said you will be receiving at your sale.” He then loosened the large uncomfortable gag several notches, tugged on the ball until it came out and left it hanging around her neck.

“Yes, Sir Auctioneer, I know. I’ve seen one of your slave auctions before. My friends and I once sneaked into one as a lark. Little did I dream that I would one day find myself the guest of honor at one. Besides, one cannot run very far or fast with slave hobbles on one’s ankles. However, I did notice that you failed to click the hobble on my left ankle all the way closed. I could have opened it easily, see I just opened it by pushing on it with my big toe. I wasn’t sure if it was an honest mistake or you just wanted the sport of running me down and beating me. Of course, I also considered the fact that I have no place to run. My parents no longer want me.”

The Auctioneer looked at her strangely. “I’ll be damned.” he said just loud enough for her to hear. He surprised her by pulling her close and kissing her on the lips. She felt her knees getting weak. He then kneeled down and clicked her left ankle chain closed the all of the way. As a small reward for her admission, He removed the painful strap holding her elbows touching. “By the way, it was an honest mistake. I hope you don’t regret that you didn’t flee when I begin whipping you tomorrow.” He closed the cell door and departed. the barn.

As they walked away, he turned to the other man. “Just maybe her father’s plan is working. She seems to be just starting to come around. We’ll see how she handles her welcome whipping tomorrow. Her father specifically ordered that it not be pleasant in a rather novel way.”

“What do you mean by not pleasant in a rather novel way? What new and diabolical way can you make the routine whipping of a soon to be slave girl even more unpleasant?”

“Let’s just say that it will involve a piece of birthday cake with an extra ingredient.”

About this time the two slave girls got off the floor and stretched contentedly. “That has got to be the best I’ve been used in many days,” said the blonde. “Those two really know how to use a slave girl. We are both being sold from a closed tavern. The owner drank up his profits and went broke. I would take care of up to ten men a night and only get to be satisfied once if I was lucky.”

“Don’t worry. We know you are still considered a free woman, even if you are chained hand and foot and half naked. We won’t pick on you. We were once free ourselves and know what you are going through. At least we only have to worry about being whipped by our next master when we are welcomed into his employ, ha ha. I don’t think we have to worry about a her. Women usually don’t like owning slave girls who have been used by many men.”

“You will have to be very strong tomorrow. You face a whipping from the Auctioneer and another from whoever buys you.. By the way, I’m Kayla and she is Karen. Oh crap, you’re all wet down there. The Auctioneer likes to soften up new girls by making sure they have had plenty to drink and then hitting all the bumps while being transporting them bound hand and foot. Here, let me pull your lower undergarment down to your knees for the night. Whoops, it’s still damp and smells a bit. The bucket is over there if you need it before or after bedtime. It’s getting dark and the lights in a slave barn never seem to work. Ha ha.”

The three girls lay down in the straw. Karen pulled the only blanket over the three of them. Soon sleep claimed all of them. No one mentioned the odor coming from

Annette’s lower undergarment.

Chapter 3: Annette Earns Her Slave Name

The loud chirping of songbirds awoke Annette first. She managed to wiggle out from under the blanket without waking Kayla and Karen. She didn’t know that slave girls learn to grab a sound sleep whenever the chance comes. Sometimes they have to work long hard hours, with little sleep. She managed to make it to the bucket despite the bracelets pinning her hands behind her back. The hobbles and the lower undergarment pulled down to her knees didn’t help either.

Finally she managed to do what was needed. She then sat down in another corner of the cell and tried not to cry anymore. Actually, she was all cried out. After much thinking about her changed situation, she made a decision. She now realized that there was no chance of her parents redeeming her before she turned twenty-one. Once that happened and she was raped for the first time, she became a full legal slave. Up until then, according to the law, her father could force the buyer to sell her back with only a slight fee tacked on her purchase price.

There was no escape for the likes of her. She would just have to try and do whatever was demanded of her by any future owner or owners. She heard herself say, “It’s my own damn fault and no one else’s. I have no way out of this fix.”

Just then she heard the red headed Karen yawn and ask who she was talking to. “I was just talking to myself. I have finally realized that this fix that I am in is my own damn fault. There is nothing I can do to alter my fate in any way.”

“You are a lot smarter then a lot of free woman I have dealt with in my life, especially the newly enslaved ones. It usually takes quite a while and several whippings to get their attention. You will have to be like Kayla and me. We take what little pleasure we can. Sometimes it is a very good use by a customer that considers our pleasure just as important as his. Sometimes it is just a little present from a satisfied customer. Slave girls are usually allowed to keep little things in their own private stash as we call it. We can take it with us when sold, if a new master allows us to bring it. Sometimes just a kind word does wonders for us.”

Suddenly Kayla’s voice was heard, “She’s right you know. All you can do is go with the flow. Wait I hear someone coming. I hope it is breakfast I would hate to be sold on an empty stomach. Ha ha.

It wasn’t exactly the kind of breakfast they could normally expect. Another naked slave girl walked in. She was wearing hobbles and bracelets in front. She was carrying a tray with three large pieces of cake. One had a lit candle on it. “Please step over to the part of the cell with no hay in it We wouldn’t want to cause a fire when ah, oh yes, Annette blows out the candle. The cake is from your father and he wishes you a last Happy Birthday.”

Annette managed to blow out the candle. She considered refusing the cake, until her stomach gave a loud growl over how long it had been since her last meal. Kate and Karen ate theirs with their fingers, while the unnamed slave girl fed Annette with a spoon. All three girls ate every crumb.

They sat around for the next half hour talking about nothing in particular. Annette asked Kayla what kind of person might buy her. ”The worst thing would be purchased by a woman. Most don’t allow their girls to have any fun with men. Since you just had your twentieth birthday party, by the way the cake was good, it won’t be legal to use you until you turn twenty one. I could see you sold to a tavern where you would clean up the other girls after their use. You would also get a good idea what your duties would be after you turn twenty one. Another possibility would be as a Pony Cart Girl at one of the many vineyards in the vicinity. I saw many as we were transported here. The kind driver let us look out as we traveled. Of course we had to take turns sitting on his lap. All in all it beat being tied up in a hogtie the whole trip. It felt nice sitting on his lap watching the scenery and trying not to squirm too much and have our comfortable seat shrink out from under us. Ha, ha.”

It was just then the Auctioneer and his friend came into the barn. He suddenly noticed that Annette’s lower undergarment was pulled down to her knees. He commanded all three to stand up. Kayla and Karen had to help Annette who had trouble getting up with her wrists bound behind her. He admired the fine view of the place where her long legs met and slowly pulled her undergarment up. She blushed hotly. Why hadn’t she thought to have Kayla or Karen pull it up before the men arrived”

The hobbled girls were led outside where a few people were gathering. There was a long horizontal bar stretched between two posts.. I was just below shoulder height of most slave girls. Karen was led over to the left end of the bar. Her left slave bracelet was removed. She was backed up to the bar and her arms were first placed over the top of the bar and then pulled forward. Her left slave bracelet was then snapped closed on her left wrist again. She definitely wasn’t going anywhere. The process was repeated with Kayla. The two naked and hobbled slave girls were now well secured. There was a space between them for one more girl, one who wasn’t an official slave girl yet.

Annette was led over to the bar. The auctioneer unlocked her left slave bracelet. She was able to bring her hands around in front for the first time in many hours. He then spoke to her. “At this time your top under garment must be removed. Do you want to do it yourself or do you want me to cut it off after you are secured for display? If I cut it off, it will be useless. If you take it off, your future master may permit you to retain it for a while.”

Annette thought for a few seconds. She then reached behind her and undid the bow now holding her undergarment on and then slid her arms out of the garment. There were whistles of appreciation from the sparse crowd and her beautiful breasts were exposed for all to admire. She felt her nipples getting hard. She then , without being ordered, backed against the horizontal pole and placed her arms over it. She then moved them under it and to her front. The auctioneer then clicked her left slave bracelet back on her wrist. She now stood on display naked to the waist. Her only garments were the lower undergarment and the gag hanging around her neck. She blushed furiously as the potential bidders admired her. Kayla and Karen stood there quietly. They had been in this situation before and didn’t blush.

Their display lasted about an hour. I involved much prodding and squeezing in various parts of their bodies. Kayla and Karen put up with stoic silence most of the time. Sometimes they teased the men with tales of what pleasure they could give them, if only they could afford to buy them. Kayla squealed nicely when one man placed his hand between her legs and a finger disappeared from sight. This led to more touching and poking in intimate parts of the two girls, resulting in more squeals and laughter. Something was bothering Kayla. It was almost like none of the supposedly interested bidders were really interested. They were enjoying touching the girls intimately, but that was all. The only one who seemed serious was a handsome man talking to the auctioneer. “Something very strange is going on around here,” Kayla thought to herself.

Annette was not feeling quite right. She was thinking that the piece of birthday cake wasn’t agreeing with her. She felt a bit of cramping, but put it out of her mind, instead thinking it was just because it had been a long time since she had had anything to eat. This didn’t help when the potential bidders started pawing her all over. Finally when one pinched both her nipples, she exploded with a string of four letter words, that no well brought up girl was supposed to know. She tried to bite her tormentor.

Trying to bite a prospective buyer was frowned on. The auctioneer came up and grabbed the gag hanging around her neck. When she refused to open her mouth, he squeezed her nose shut until she did. He then pushed the large gag into her mouth, forcing it none too gently behind her teeth. He did not tighten the gag strap. He didn’t have to. To her horror, Annette found she could not push the large loosely tied gag out of her mouth. All she could do was glare at him and start drooling.

To add even more insult to injury, her original tormentor came back to squeeze her nipples again. All she could do was let out a muffled squeal and twist her body in a hopeless attempt to avoid him. Her squeals started a contest among those gathered around to see if they could find places to make her squeal even louder. She blushed bright red after involuntarily rolling her hips while being stroked between her legs. To make her day even worse, her nipples hardened while that was happening and people noticed and made lewd comments. Mercifully, the Auctioneer put an end to this by announcing that it was time for the sale. He unlocked both of the slave bracelets on her wrists and dropped them on the ground. Taking the hobbled and topless girl by the arm, he led her closer to the barn

“Good luck Annette ,” called out Kayla, echoed by Karen. “It’ll be over quickly, but it will definitely hurt. Try to bear up. It‘s not against the rules to scream. If you don‘t, he‘ll probably hit you harder.”

There was a long beam sticking out from the barn, braced by another at a 45 degree angle also attached to the barn. From it were two chains hanging down. A hook was attached to the end of each chain. The auctioneer led Annette to a place under the chains. He placed leather cuffs, each with a ring attached, onto her slim wrists. The rings faced away from the back of her hands, where prying fingers could not reach them. He placed the now trembling girl onto a box just high enough for him to hook the chains into the rings. Without warning he kicked the box out from under her bare feet. She gave out a shocked grunt into her gag as she found herself hanging inches above the ground. As she swayed back an forth, her hobble chain jingled where it was just touching the ground.

The Auctioneer approached the suspended girl, whip in hand. He set the whip aside. By law, Annette had another decision to make. He reached up and worked the gag from behind her teeth. He left it hanging around her neck again. “As a free woman you are allowed a gag for your first whipping. Do you desire one?” Annette slowly shook her head in the negative.

“You will also be allowed to keep your lower undergarment at this time. It is of fine silk and will not protect you pretty behind from the whip. The near naked girl hung in her chains, bracing for the worst. Her insides felt like they were cramping up. The auctioneer picked up his whip and moved behind her.

The worst arrived with a whoosh followed by a loud crack. She felt a line of fire across her naked shoulders. “Oh wow, oh wow, that hurt. That hurt, that really hurt.” Annette cried out. After a pause, another whoosh was followed by a loud crack below her shoulder blades. The helpless girl felt another line of fire across her back. “Oh no, oh no, that hurts , that hurts. Let me rest a minute!” Tears were now pouring down her checks. Sweat glistened all over her beautiful body.

Much to everyone’s surprise the Auctioneer paused for the requested minute. He now spoke to her and gave her another choice at a gag. This offer was not required by law, since he had already made the offer previously. “I wish I could accept, but I deserve what is happening to me. I shouldn’t get any comfort at all from a gag. If I make a further fool of myself, so be it.” So spoke the girl with heaving breasts and now erect nipples, hanging just a few inches above the ground.

Before she could say anything else, there was another loud crack. This one was across both cheeks of her pretty ass. It was followed only a very loud scream, but with no words. The Auctioneer gave her time to recover from the blow. As she panted herself back into awareness, he struck again. This time he hit lower, but with an upward stroke. It seemed to raise her barely protected cheeks up several inches.

She didn’t scream this time, but she cried out. “Oh crap, oh crap. This can’t be happening to me. Please, it can’t be happening. Please. Please!

Someone in the small audience cried out. “Look, her under garment is sagging. She soiled herself. You don’t see that often. The Auctioneer scared the you know what out of her.”

The suspended Annette just lost it then. She just hung there and bawled her eyes out. She couldn’t be shamed any worse, she thought. The Auctioneer placed her feet back on the box. He reached up and unhooked the cuffs from the hooks and allowed her to lower her arms. He helped her from the box and helped her hobble back over to the place where the two slave girls were still secured.

“You have unexpectedly chosen you slave girl name. You will henceforth be known as Stinky. Annette will no longer exist after we finish today’s proceedings. You have one last decision to make as a free woman. Do you want your lower under garment removed before we finish your whipping and the bidding starts? By law you can wait until your whipping is finished and your first command as a new slave girl will be to remove it.”

“Nothing matters to me anymore,” said Stinky. She reached down and pulled the fine but soiled undergarment down to her ankles and stepped out of it. She left it on the ground. She looked at the garment sadly. She knew that slave girls were rarely permitted undergarments. She hobbled back over to the hanging hooks. She somehow she managed to get both feet back on the box. She was still crying, but her head was held high with determination to finish what had begun.

The Auctioneer looked at the beautiful girl with a new look of respect. This would not stay his hand, unfortunately for her. He then prepared her for the last two strokes. She helped by raising her hands above her head. The Auctioneer again placed the rings on her wrist cuffs onto the hanging hooks. This time he had her raise herself off the box instead of just kicking it out from under her. He unlocked one ankle bracelet, letting it hang to the ground. He then removed the other and dropped it on the ground. He got ready to attach a three foot spreader bar to her ankles, but then made a surprise offer.

“If I agree not to put the spreader bar on your ankles, will you voluntarily spread your legs as far as possible after the fifth stroke? That way you can close your legs right after the sixth stroke, and not be exposed to the audience until I get around to removing the spreader bar.”

The naked girl now named Stinky hung quietly in her chains for a minute. Her lips trembled as she realized just what the auctioneer was offering. Could she really manage to hold still for the worst stroke of all to be delivered? “Yes Sir Auctioneer, I will try to spread my legs for the last stroke. It will give my audience a much better view, though temporary, than a spreader bar. It might kick up my sale price and your commission. If I fail, please place the spreader bar and strike me twice as punishment for failure.”

The Auctioneer looked at her with amazement and then picked up a whip. He stood off a bit to her right and pulled back the whip. The naked girl was glancing toward her audience. With no warning he struck her hard across both breasts. The whip seemed to almost sink out of sight, just below her nipples. For several seconds nothing happened as the shocked girl just hung there almost unmoving. She swayed slightly from the impact of the blow. Then she screamed. She shook herself and pumped her legs up and down. Finally she managed to calm down and just hung there with tears streaming down her face.

The Auctioneer moved slightly more in front of the sobbing girl. He lowered the whip nearer to the ground. They looked into each other’s eyes and he made a slight downward motion at her. She understood and slowly started to spread her hanging legs. She managed to get them well past the point the three foot spreader bar would have forced them. The auctioneer watched the muscles of her wide spread legs fight to keep them apart. After about a minute, he could see she was starting to lose the battle. They closed about a half inch and then he struck with a whistling upward stroke. The blow was dead center on target. Stinky screamed louder than he thought possible and fainted.

As she hung there with her head slumped forward, she was struck by buckets of cold water, front and back. The water served the double purpose of both waking her up and cleaning the sweat and dirt off her. Her long dark hair hung down across her front dripping water. She shook her head to make some of her hair to fall across and cover her sore breasts. The auctioneer again placed the box under the naked well marked girl. She managed to find the strength to raise her arms high enough for the Auctioneer to unhook her cuffs. He allowed her to lower her arms. He removed her wrist cuffs and left her still standing on the box. He gave her a towel and allowed her to dry herself off.

Holding her by the arm, he helped her down from the box. He ordered her to report back to the display pole. Walking unsteadily, she managed to make it all the way back unassisted. She again backed up against the horizontal pole. Stinky placed her arms over the pole and brought them forward and waited patiently for the auctioneer to pick up the slave bracelets and secure her again. He then bent over and secured her slim ankles in the hobbles again. This time their was no lower garment to hide her sex. Somehow the totally naked girl managed not to blush.

The blonde slave girl congratulated Stinky on her performance. “I have had my share of whippings as a slave girl. There is no way I could have spread my legs as far as you did and let him strike me down there. They always have to use a spreader bar on me, or ropes pulling my legs apart to rings in the floor.” The red headed slave girl echoed her praise.

The Auctioneer started the auction with a minimum bid of five silver coins. “The high bidder gets first pick of either full slave girl. He will be allowed to choose either girl. As is the rule in this type of auction, he may then have the other girl for the same price. Or he may decline the second girl and I will hold a separate bidding for her. I really don’t recommend breaking up the set however. They both came from the same place of business worked well together. My friend and I have ridden both of them and found them very pleasing, very, very pleasing. The soon to be former free girl will be auctioned last.”

The bidding for the first slave girl started slowly. In increments of five, it worked its way up to thirty. There was a pause in the bidding. Just as the auctioneer was about to announce the winner, the handsome man that Kate had seen talking to the auctioneer, raised it to thirty-five silver coins. After the appropriate words the auctioneer declared Robert the Vintar the winner. When asked which one he wanted he picked the redheaded Karen. Kayla looked sick at the thought of loosing her longtime friend. When asked if he just wanted Karen, or would take both for thirty-five silver coins each, he paused for a minute

“I might as well, they make an exceptionally beautiful pair.. Please don’t anybody tell my wife I said that. I am sure I can find time to test drive them once in a while when she isn’t looking.” His statement was greeted by several loud snickers. Even the Auctioneer chuckled. Kayla breathed a sigh of relief. She would not be parted from her friend or was she something else?

It was time for the auction of Stinky. After the Auctioneer ran through her alleged qualities and underrated potential, he acted shocked to receive no bids. Turning toward Robert the Vintar, he appeared to plead to his better nature. “Please kind sir, I can’t send her back to her parents, since they don’t want her. May I give her to you as a free bonus with the other two?”

Robert appeared to go through the motions of giving the offer great thought “All right, you have made a good offer. Free is good . It makes up for the fact that I can’t legally use her the way slave girls are supposed to be used for another year yet. I could use her to pull the supply cart out to the workers in the vineyard. She does look big enough to be a Supply Pony Girl.”

Chapter 4: On the Road to the Vineyard of Robert

With her fate now sealed Stinky turned to the girl chained to her right. “Karen, just what is a Supply Pony Girl? What are my duties likely to be?

“A Supply Pony is usually a girl like you. You have had no real training as of yet. You can’t be legally used by men for another year. So you haven’t yet had any training in the pleasing of men. They can start instructing you on what to do now, but not actually have you do it. If you had actually been born slave, they could have started using you at age eighteen, but you were born free.”

“I get that part, but what does a Supply Pony Girl have to do?”

“There are workers out in the vineyard who need water, snacks and various supplies brought to them all day long. You will usually be kept naked with a bit stuck in your mouth, with a set of reins helping you to be secured as needed. I guess they figure ponies don’t have anything worth saying, so you are basically gagged most of the time. You will be fastened to a two wheel cart and have to pull it and its cargo where it is needed. Your only other decoration will usually be a plug with what looks like a pony tail attached. It is stuck up where the sun doesn‘t shine.” Stinky felt her butt cheeks clench together.

The Auctioneer and Robert approached the three naked girls. He removed the bracelets from the redheaded Karen, allowing her to bring her hands and arms off the pole. He had her give water and snacks, that Robert had been carrying, to the other two girls. She then was allowed to help herself to what was left. The auctioneer handed her a medium sized traveling gag, which she placed in her mouth, just behind her teeth. She then fastened the strap at the back of her head. He then handed her a similar gag, which she proceeded to place in Kayla’s mouth. Kayla grunted, trying to pretend that it was too tight. Kayla was then freed from the horizontal bar and stood still while the auctioneer bound her wrists behind her.

The Auctioneer then tied Karen’s wrists behind her. Going to Stinky next, he took hold of the gag hanging around her neck. “Open wide, please! This is the last time anyone will say please to you as a free woman. You are now an official slave girl with the whip marks to attest to it.”

Stinky was quick to obey and only grunted when the too large gag was pushed behind her teeth. He unlocked the slave bracelets that secured her to the display pole. She stepped away from the pole and placed her hands behind her. He then bound her wrists tightly behind her. He pulled her elbows together and tied a piece of rope around them several times. “If you don’t fight that tie, it won’t hurt much,” he informed the already drooling girl.

Three very naked, bound, gagged and still hobbled girls were led over to the facilities and told to use them. Nobody wanted any accidents on the way to their new home, especially Stinky. After that each girl was taken to Robert’s wagon. Their hobbles were removed and ankles tied tightly together, with a length of rope left hanging. After all the hardware belonged to the Auctioneer. An extra tie went around the knees of Stinky. Each girl was lifted into the wagon and their ankle tie was brought up to their wrists and knotted several times. Three beautiful girls now faced a bumpy ride to a new home. What would it bring? With Robert on his horse leading, the Auctioneer drove the wagon.

The three girls had been placed facing the back of the wagon where they could see out, but not be easily seen in the shadow of the wagon. The three hogtied girls watched the world go by, or rather recede behind them. Kayla was trying to mumble that her breast was pressing into a small, jagged pebble on the wagon floor. She tried to roll off it, but with two other similarly hogtied girls wedged against her, she was unable. She felt the naked skin where their naked bodies touched start to sweat.

To her horror, Stinky suddenly really realized that they were going right past the turnoff to her former home of twenty years. She even saw people she recognized apparently leaving her birthday party. She wondered what the guests had thought of her absence and what her father had told them. She struggled mightily in her ropes. But having been tied by one of the best, she was still naked, bound, gagged and drooling when she gave up. She lay still with a single tear coming from each eye. All bad things must end. She fell into an exhausted sleep until the wagon arrived at the vineyard of Robert.

Chapter 5: A Painful Welcome.

The Auctioneer pulled the wagon up to a large barn-like building. Robert got off his horse and yelled into the building. “Come here Sir Ralph, I have purchased three new helpers for you to welcome to their new home.” A large powerful man appeared and watched as the Auctioneer lifted each of the three hogtied girls from the wagon and placed each on the ground. He also placed two sacks on the ground. “The bags contain the stash that belongs to the two slave girls. Their last master let them keep it.”

“The dark haired one looks awfully familiar. Please tell me she’s not that terrible brat from Spring Valley Farm.“ After cutting the hogtie rope, he lifted Stinky to her feet. He managed to remove her gag and let it hang from her neck. “Are you Annette?” He very loudly demanded.

“I’m very sorry Master, but Annette is no more. I am just a slave girl named Stinky now. My parents gave me a rather unexpected birthday present today. I think my first master wants you to make a Pony Cart Girl out of me.”

After saying that, her bound elbows and knees finally betrayed her , and she started to fall to the ground. Fortunately Ralph caught her. He kindly cut the ropes on her knees and ankles and she was able to stand without falling. “Isn’t this the point where you have to give me my welcome whipping? In just this one day I have learned to scream beautifully.”

Ralph was left speechless, starring first at Stinky and then at Robert. “You heard her Sir Ralph. Take them all into the barn and give them a warm welcome. I am sure you will enjoy your payment from the other two. I know from the Auctioneer that they are quite a pair when it it comes to pleasing men. It would probably we wise to rest up between payments”

Not having a comeback, Sir Ralph picked up Karen and Kayla by their hogtie ropes and with them protesting into their gags, carried them into the barn. He dropped them into a pile of hay and went to retrieve Stinky. But to his surprise, Stinky had already followed him into the barn. She calmly looked around and noticed six hooks, each just over three feet from its neighbor. Easily guessing their purpose, the naked and still bound girl walked over and stood under the middle pair. .She then noticed rings sticking out of the floor under the hooks. At least she wouldn’t have to spread her legs. It would be done for her.

Sir Ralph, still not sure of what to do, took pieces of rope that had once been part of her hogtie and bound her ankles to the third and forth floor rings. With elbows and wrists still bound Stinky stood there with legs well spread, giving him a nice view of all her charms. There was about a foot of rope between her slim ankles and each floor ring. She could actually spread her legs further apart if she chose, but she certainly didn’t, not wanting to give him an even better view.

He now went over to the beautiful blonde and removed her hogtie and ankle ropes. Leaving her gag in place, he led her over to the fifth and six floor rings to the left of Stinky. He spread her legs wide and secured her ankles to the floor rings in the same manner as Stinky was secured. “That one is Kayla,” said a now familiar voice. Something about the blonde attracted him. He caressed the area between her legs gently. She gave an inviting roation of her hips and made an almost purring sound around her gag. He now went over to the well built redhead and removed her hogtie and ankle ropes. He walked her over to the first and second floor rings and spread her pretty legs wide. He tied them to the rings also. “That is Karen on my right said the same voice.

Sir Ralph then walked over to a workbench and picked up six wrist cuffs with rings attached to their backs. Each cuff already had a fairly long length of rope attached to its ring. Walking over to Stinky, he freed her elbows and wrists. He left her rubbing her wrists after bringing tears to her eyes as she brought her arms around in front of her. He dropped two of the cuffs on the floor in front of the girl.

He then went to Karen and freed the redhead’s wrists and told her to remove her gag, but remain quiet. .He left a set of cuffs on the floor by her. He then went over to the blonde Kayla and freed her wrists and told her to remove her gag. He left the last pair of cuffs beside her.

He turned in time to see Stinky securing the second cuff on her right wrist. She held up both hands and asked, “Are these on right? I am kind of new at this, you know.” Sir Ralph climbed up on a stool and motioned for her to raise her hands. He ran the rope from her right hand through the third hook and pulled it tight and secured it to a nearby post . He did the same with her left wrist, running it through the forth hook and securing it to the same post She was left with her heels off the floor, but her toes supporting most of her weight on the floor.

He then noticed that both Karen and Kayla had gotten their own cuffs on properly. He went to Karen first and secured her wrists through the overhead hooks. She also was left standing on her toes with legs well spread. He repeated to process and soon had Kate standing on her toes. Each naked girl was now standing on her toes and secured to different points on the same post. All three girls still had their gags hanging about their pretty necks.

None of the naked girls were in a position to move much of anything. He now took a closer look at Stinky. He examined the stripes on and below her shoulders. Two more sets were on her well rounded ass. He saw the stripe across her breasts, just below her nipples. He checked at the juncture of her shapely legs and frowned at the ugly red mark. He touched it and she moaned and jerked in her ropes, but said nothing.

At that moment a voice from the pretty blonde said, “Master Ralph, may I speak?” When he nodded, she went on. “She was the only one at the auction who was due a welcome whipping. The Auctioneer offered her a deal. If he would leave the spreader bar off, she had to wait for the fifth stroke across her breasts and then spread her legs and hold them open until the sixth blow was delivered. Not only that, she told him that if she failed to live up to the deal, he should place the spreader bar and strike her twice. She kept her agreement to the letter. She spread her legs wider then they are now and held them open. Her reward was to be able to close her legs quickly afterward, so as not to be exposed to the crowd, until the Auctioneer got around to removing the spreader bar. Her legs naturally closed when she fainted after receiving the sixth blow. That was abut the only modesty she has had today.”

He looked at the dark haired beauty with a new respect. Still he had to continue with the proceedings and give her another thrashing. He had just picked up his whip, when a familiar voice was heard. “Greetings Sir Ralph, are these my husband’s latest purchases? He never could go to an auction without buying something or someone.”

“Greetings to you Lady Alicia. You are right he does get carried away at auctions sometimes. However, he only won two of these girls. The middle one was thrown in when no one placed a bid on her. I can’t understand why. She is a beauty, even though she has yet to be trained for anything.”

Lady Alicia, not in the least offended by being in the presence of naked and soon to be whipped girls, walked around in front of the just mentioned middle girl. “What in the world are you doing here Annette? I had to pass up your birthday party today because of pressing paperwork. Now I find you here naked and whip marked. Something very strange is going on here.”

“I am sorry Mistress Alicia, but Annette no longer exists. I am just a slave girl named Stinky now. Whatever you do, please don’t feel sorry for me. I did it to myself.”

“I don’t know too much about these things, but don’t use that big whip on her. She’s been whipped enough today.” Picking up a short black braided flogger hanging on a hook, she handed it to Sir Ralph. “Here, I know this isn’t for down there where she is hurting the worst. To make it fair, use it on all three. That is an order.”

“Yes, Lady Alicia, I will only use this for six on each girl.”

Turning to the three hanging girls, he got looks of fear. “Did you girls hear my orders. I am supposed to use this on you three instead of the whip. I just got this flogger. It’s supposed to hurt more, but do less damage. Do any of you know what this is supposed to be used on? The first one to guesses correctly, gets to try it out first. It will be a learning experience for me also.”

Stepping up to the wide spread Kayla, since he had decided to work right to left, he repeated the question. Shuddering, she stammered, “Unfortunately, I don’t have to guess. It is for a woman’s breasts. It hurts horribly, but leaves almost no marks. I guess that I am the winner, so you get to start on me. If it wasn’t for the fact I get to pay you afterward, it wouldn’t be worth it. Before you start, could you answer one question? “ After an affirmative nod, she continued. “Why do they call you Sir Ralph?”

“I wish you hadn’t asked that question, but since you will hear the story sooner or later, I’ll answer. Robert and Alicia had a beautiful redheaded daughter named Sonya. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she was stolen. On her morning ride she attacked by what is believed to have been men led by Blackstone the Bandit. Her pony was gut shot with a crossbow, but still ran a quarter mile trying to get her to the safety of some wooded cover. But it dropped just short of safety and she was captured. No trace of her has ever been found or any request for ransom received. She had turned down a marriage proposal from Bracchus the Vintar, not a person with a clean reputation, but no evidence of him being involved was ever found. Agents for Robert have spied on his holdings for years and found no trace of Sonya.”

“That is just about the saddest story I have ever heard,” said Kayla, noticing that Sir Ralph had picked up the black flogger. “I hope they find her well one……SMACK!!!!!!. day. Wow oh wow, I felt that one. Seriously, I hope…….SMACK!!!!! they really do find her.” Thrashing around despite her tight ropes, Kayla tried to speak. “It’s hard to carry on a conversation……SMACK!!!!! with you whipping my breasts like that……SMACK!!!!! Golly oh gee that one really got my boobs bouncing…SMACK!!!!! Golly, you are getting better by the minute…..SMACK”

Kayla, legs widespread and standing on her toes, hung with most of her weight on her wrists. She was panting heavily, but still had a sense of humor. “Now that we‘ve finished with our introductions, lets get to the good part. Are you ready for your payment?” She wiggled her hips suggestively as much as her ropes would allow her to. That was all Sir Ralph could take. He released her ankles, dropped his pants and grabbed her around the hips. Lifting her off the ground, he then lowered her on his erection. Raising her legs and wrapping them around his hips, Kayla exploded into motion and rode him into a most satisfactory conclusion for both of them. Afterwards, as he lowered her feet to the ground, she found that her legs were too weak to support her. All she could do was hang by her wrists panting, sweating and smiling.

After pulling his pants back up, Ralph turned his attention to the now trembling Stinky. “I don’t think you are tied right for your first whipping with this type of flogger. There is too much slack in your ropes.. You will tend to thrash around much more than the other two slave girls. They are used to harsh discipline and are able to grin and bare it more easy than one such as a former lady like yourself. I might strike you where I really don’t want to. Neither of us would enjoy that and it would spoil my reputation for accuracy.”

“I have an idea that I want to try. Let me do a comparison on you, not that you have a choice.” He again touched the widespread girl gently between the sore point between her legs. She flinched and shook her hips and got her breasts bouncing rather nicely. He then shocked her by pinching her right nipple. That also got things shaking again. He then reached for her left nipple and she managed to avoid the first attempt. “See, there is too much play in your ropes. I could easily hit you in the wrong place with you taking evasive action. I don’t think that you could hold still for all six strikes of the flogger. It would be a lot harder then holding still for just one of the whip like you did once before. What do you think?”

“I feel silly hanging here naked and my legs spread, with my toes barely on the ground, and talking about the best way for you to hurt me some more. And yes, I very much doubt that I could hold still for six strokes of that fancy new flogger. Besides, you would likely insist on a second try each time you managed to miss one of my boobs. The blows might really start to add up and provide no enjoyment for me except when you finish.”

“I have to agree with you and I too doubt that you could hold still enough for six of the best on your well shaped top. Lady Alicia, well meaning as she was puts us in a bind. No pun intended, you are already in a bind. One choice is the X-frame over there. It can be adjusted from its present vertical to fully horizontal. 45 degrees would be about right for our purpose. You would be secured with straps at wrists, elbows, knees, neck, ankles and waist. That would definitely hold you still for all six. However, the device is more intended for branding, first slave rape or fitting you out for pony duty. “

“I have an idea I would like to try to get this over with. I am going to release your wrist ropes from the post over there and let you down on you feet for a minute while I rig up my idea. Keep your arms raised while I do this.” Ralph slacked up on the two ropes and Stinky found herself standing flatfooted . Keeping her arms raised as commanded , she watched as he attached the ropes to the handle of a rather large empty metal basket. Her ropes still ran through separate hooks, but now he ran the ropes through a common hook on the ceiling. There was enough slack to hold the basket about five feet off the floor. She pulled down a bit on her arms and watched the basket raise by the same amount she had pulled.

“Now we’ll see how my bright idea works my beautiful test subject..” He added a 25 pound weight to the basket. Stinky felt her arms pulled upward, but she could still pull down and raise the basket easily. Another 25 pound weight was added. She could still move the basket, but not as easily. A third 25 pound weight was added and followed by a fourth. Now she felt her heels trying to raise, but not quite. Deliberately hanging by her wrists could just start to raise the basket. Ralph added a fifth weight and she felt her feet leave the ground. She stopped raising when her ankle ropes were pulled taunt.

“Let’s see how much you can move now.” Ralph made a motion as if to pinch one of her nipples. She managed to evade his first try. He added a sixth and heard a surprised grunt from her as she was pulled even more taunt by her ropes. Again he repeated the nipple test and pinched her hard. With a desparate twist and shake she freed it. As a last resort he added a seventh 25 pound weight. He got an even louder grunt of surprise. That weight did the trick. She hung still as he gave a light pinch to her previously undisturbed nipple. A light sweat had broken out all over her beautiful naked body and she just hung quietly and glared at him.

“I know that you have many questions about your future. I will call out my target and blow number. After its delivery you will be allowed to ask one question. Okay here we go, ready or not. Here comes right breast with number one.“ .SMACK!!!!!!. Stinky surged against her ropes.

“Oh damn that hurt, I wish you didn’t have to hit me so hard. That X-frame over there. I can understand it being used for branding and first rape, but what do you mean by fitting me out for pony duty?”

“Watch your language please. You are stretching what is permitted a slave girl. A new pony girl is usually outfitted with nipple rings. They are usually made of gold. Other possible places are the ears, nose, and down low. Since you will probably start out delivering water and snacks to the workers in the vineyards, you will only have rings put in your nipples. That serves as a place to hang little silver bells, so we know where you are. Brace yourself here comes left breast with number two.” SMACK!!!!!!. Stinky again surged against her ropes.

“Oh golly, that hurt just as bad as the first one. I hope my language meets with your approval. What does a pony girl get to wear? I would guess that it is probably little if any.

“Right you are on the first try. Most pony girls wear only their bells and various kinds of harnesses, depending on what they are being required to pull. Some owners use a feathered headdress to pretty them up. I almost forgot to mention the pretty pony tail that you will be fitted for. By the way your language is improved, under the circumstances. Also here comes right breast with number three.” SMACK!!!!!! Stinky struggled even harder as the flogger hit its already sore target.

“Ouch, oh wow that got my boobs bouncing just like my new friend Kayla’s did. Just what is the purpose of the tail that you keep mentioning?” She hung in her ropes as he thought up his answer.

“That is an easy one. The pony tail consists of a well lubricated plug with a long tail attached. In your case it would be a shiny black tail. It is inserted , as slave girls say, where the sun doesn’t shine. The plug has to be just the right size. It has an adjustment to widen it once it is inserted so it can‘t be pushed out.. It is fun to fit a tail in a new slave girl, they squirm so beautifully, especially the former free girls like yourself. Just kidding, its something that has to be done once in a while. Almost forgot, here comes left breast with number four.” SMACK!!!!!!. Stinky surprised Ralph and herself as she jumped in her bonds and actually moved the weighted basket up an inch.

Stinky hung there huffing and puffing. Her breasts were heaving, but she was at a loss for words for a bit. “Won’t that tail get in the way for certain necessary functions?

“Another fun part of the job, getting to give enemas on ‘tail days‘.Just kidding again, but again there are fringe benefits to any job. Also a girl soon learns how to keep from getting her tail wet or she gets whipped rather briskly. You realy don’t have to worry much. We rarely put a tail in one of our cart girls, unless it is a special ocassion. Oops, almost forgot, right breast with number five. SMACK!!!!!! Stinky jumped in her bonds again and this time only gave out a stiffled scream.

“Here is what I don’t really understand. I have given up any idea of fighting you or any other master or mistress. .If so, why am still being treating like I am still fighting?”

Ralph paused while thinking up an honest answer. The girl seemed truly broken, but he had occasionally been burned by slave girls who suddenly gone back to their old ways. Not really the best career move. “I am doing my best to be honest with you Stinky. Part of your treatment is based on long tradition in the training of slave girls and the other part is experience. Experience has shown me just how long the pressure has to be applied by the trainer to the trainee. You are the trainee, of course. You are the one hanging stretched widespread and naked with sore breasts, not me. All I have is a tired arm and I haven’t even started on Karen. An example of further pressure is the bit and head harness coming up for you. Before I start on her, how does left breast with number six strike you?” SMACK!!!!!! Stinky screamed piteously at the abuse of her already sore breast as it absorbed its third and last visit from the flogger.

As her sobs slowly subsided, she was able to ask her last question. “I haven’t heard you mention bit and head harness before. Would you enlighten this poor slave girl trainee.”

“The head harness will hold a thick rubber bit in your mouth. A small lock on the harness prevents it from being removed. It will remain in for a minimum of one month. It will only be taken out at your feeding times. Since you will find yourself drooling constantly, someone will have you tilt your head back and give you extra water as needed. You certainly won’t be doing any talking for that month and will be whipped if you try to talk while the bit is out and have your time extended. As an unexpected show of kindness, he removed three of the weights from the hanging basket, which had kept her hanging by her wrists. Her feet were now flat on the ground again. Not wanting the push her unexpected luck, the naked girl made no attempt to lower her tired arms. She would try to sooth her sore breasts later if given the chance.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Master Ralph. I will not let you down.

Ralph not stepped over in front of the waiting Karen. She stood naked with legs still widespread and just her toes touching the ground, but at least supporting some of her weight. The girl about to be whipped and the man about to whip her exchanged eye contact. She blinked first and looked down in humility. “If you would happen to want to do me the old way, instead of all on my breasts, I would not complain to anyone. Please Master Ralph, lets get this over as fast as possible, so we can get to the best part. I hope you will be up to it. Judging from your performance with Kayla, I have the utmost confidence that you will come through with flying colors.”

“I’m sorry my helpless redheaded beauty. As much as tradition favors your request, I have to follow the orders of Mistress Alicia. She is unusual in that she will specify how a slave girl is to be whipped. Most mistresses just say whip that slave girl and give no specifics. I don’t usually make this offer and let a slave girl set the pace of her whipping, but in this case you interst me. I will let you do the counting. Every time you say a number, until you get to six, I will lash you on your breasts. Odd numbers will be on your left breast and even numbers on your right breast. We will do this quickly or slowly. You set the pace, but don’t take all evening.”

“Wow Master Ralph, you make an offer a girl just can’t refuse. I see the catch though. If I fail to count all the way to six on my own, we never get to the best part and I still get all six.Am I correct?”

“I hadn’t thought of it from that angle, but yes, if I have to finish the count for you there will be no happy ending. I’ll have to remember this proposal for future slave girl discipline.”

“One.” SMACK!!!!!! As the flogger impacted on her left breast with the same force as with Stinky, Karen surged against her ropes. With more slack than Stinky had been permitted, she got things shaking in all the right places for Ralph’s enjoyment. However she managed not to scream.

“Two.” SMACK!!!!!! The flogger impacted on Karen’s right breast with equal force as on the previous blow. This time she jerked even harder in her bindings and gave a little squeal of protest.. She hung there panting working up the nerve to call out the next number.

“Three.” SMACK!!!!!! The next blow caught her on the underside of her left breast. This time she jerked in her bonds and gave out a healthy scream. “Wow! Kayla and Stinky were right, you really know how to get a girl’s boobs boucing. You did hit a little low that time, though.” She watched him wait until she had stopped moving in her ropes.

“Four.” SMACK!!!!!! The fourth stike of the flogger was on the underside of her right breast. As she screamed and surged in her ropes, a corner of her mind realized that he had been aiming for the underside of her breasts on the last two blows. Give the man an ‘A’ for accuracy.

“Five.” SMACK!!!!!! The fifth blow impacted just above the nipple on her already sore left breast. The shock was worse that the previous four. She danced and shook in her ropes. She fought to get herself under control and hang limply, so not to miss out on the best part. Ralph gave her all the time he thought she needed. The naked girl, dripping sweat and tears, finally hung still and prepared to say the hardest word she had ever had to say in her life.

“Six!” SMACK!!!!!! Karen went crazy in her bonds as the sixth blow hit just above the nipple on her right breast. She managed her loudest scream yet and pulled and shook like she was trying to break the ropes holding her. “Now for the best part,” she gasped, just before she fainted.

Normal protocol said it was time for a bucket of cold water to wake her up. He chose no to do it this time, much to the surprise of the other two girls. Instead, he untied the two ropes that held her shapely legs spread to the two rings in the floor. He replaced them with a set of hobbles. He then freed her wrists from the cuffs that held her suspended and replaced them with slave bracelets in front. He then carried her over to what passed for a holding cell for slave girls.

It was slmost a luxury model for slave girls. It had three actual metal frame beds with thin mattresses. He laid the still unconscious girl on one of the beds. He undid one end of her bracelets and passed the chain around a part of the bed frame and replaced it on her wrist. He removed one end of her hobbles so she would be able to spread her legs further when they got to the best part. He waited patiently for the girl to wake.

She finally started to stir and realize that her position had changed. The first thing she figured out that she was no longer standing widespread with her arms held high. Her arms were above her head, but she was laying flat on her back on something softer than she was used to.. She opened her pretty green eyes. “Is it time for the best part?” For a reply he climbed on top of her, being very careful to support his weight above her tender breasts. He entered her very slowly. She gave a gasp of pleasure as she realized that he was in up to the hilt. Then he teased her with a slow starting motion. Finally the moment arrived when she screamed, “Faster! Faster!! Faster!!!”

Stinky and Kayla were soon treated to the sound effects of as Karen proceeded to noisily enjoy the best part. Kayla remarked, “She is definitely enjoying herself. Ha, ha.” Stinky only blushed, not wanting to admit to anyone that she was getting a bit turned on. Supposedly well brought up virgins weren’t supposed to feel things like she was feeling. Besides it would be a year before she could be used.

All good things finally must come to an end. Karen, her legs wrapped tightly around her rewarder, gave a final scream of pleasure and lay still.

Chapter 6: Prepping Three Slave Girls For Training

Stinky, still standing naked and widespread, realized that with the reduced amount of weights in the basket attached to her wrist ropes that she could pull her arms down and sooth her painful breasts. While she was doing this, she also noticed that she she could actually bring her hands together and undo her cuffs if she wanted. The next logical step would be to free her widespread ankles. Not a good idea she decided not to do it. It would have been a surprise to the noisey couple in the holding cell, if she walked in on them.

As the noise in the cell quieted down, Stinky let the weights in the basket pull her arms back up to full extention. At least her feet, unlike Kayla’s, were flat on the ground. Kayla gave her an approving look, indicating she had made a good choice.

With both people in the holding cell mutually satisfied, Ralph got down to the business at hand. He replaced the unlocked hobble on Karen’s slim ankle. He unlocked one slave bracelet and let her sit up while he refastened it back on her wrist. After telling her to remain in the cell, despite the unlocked door, he went to attend to his other charges.

He glanced approvingly at the still naked and still secured Stinky. He knew that he had left her tied in a way that she could have freed herself. It was his own private test of her submission. After removing all the weights from the basket, he removed her cuffs. She stood there still widespread and meek. He pulled her hands behind her back and secured them in slave bracelets again. She felt the feel of the cold steel touching her ass cheeks and shuttered a little. He freed her ankles and replaced the rope with hobbles. He ordered her to go to the holding cell. She complied instantly and sat down beside Karen.

Now going to Kayla, who was standing there with her legs still free but with her wrists held hight. He replaced her hobbles. He freed the other end of her wrist ropes and let her lower her arms. He removed the cuffs and replaced them with slave bracelets in front. He let her over to the cell and locked all three girls in for the night. He did, however, bring water and snacks. Kayla and Karen kindly fed Stinky. They then enjoyed making her blush by giving her vivid details of their lovemaking with Ralph.

Ralph informed them that it would be a busy day coming up and that he was blowing out the lantern in five minutes. The girls made use of the other facilities and helped Stinky get covered with a blanket. Then they hit the other two beds. The lights went out. Stinky, despite her sore breasts fell into an exhausted sleep. She slept on her side, since she couldn’t sleep on her stomach. Due to her slave bracelets, she couldn’t sleep comfortably on her back either.

Stinky, still not used to getting every minute of sleep possible, woke up first. To be honest, she was assisted in waking up by the needs of nature. After taking care of her needs, she paced the cell, doing her best not to make her hobbles jingle and wake her two companions. The X-frame kept catching her eyes. Somehow she knew it would soon be involved in making her life even more uncomfortable.

Taking inventory of her condition, she did a mental checklist. Item one, she was still naked and rightly suspected that this condition was probably be for a long time. Item two, her breasts were still sore, but nowhere as bad as right after her latest whipping. Item three, her shoulders and back barely hurt at all. Item four, feeling her ass cheeks with her chained hands revealed much hurt still remaining. She wouldn’t be comfortable sitting down for afternoon tea anytime soon. The thought of afternoon tea brought an unexpedted giggle to the unfortunate girl. Item five, she could still feel the soreness and see the redness between her legs. Item six, the too large gag still hung around her neck. Last item, she was starting to feel the early morning chill and noticed her nipples getting hard again. Just great if a man walks in and sees her and thinks she is getting hot.

As if the timing was perfect, Ralph walked into her sight and over to the cell. “Let’s be quiet and not disturb the other two girls. Since you are awake, you get to visit the X-frame first,” he whispered. Opening the cell door carefully, he gently grabbed her arm and helped her hobble over to the X-frame. It was tilted slightly back from the vertical. He removed her hobbles and helped her put a foot on small flat boards sticking out bellow each of the lower two legs of the X-frame. This spread her legs rather wide. She then felt her ankles being tightly secured with straps. A strap above each knee insured she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Ralph saw that she was blushing hotly as he stared at the point where her widespread legs met. “Don’t be so embarrassed, you’ll learn to have men stare at your naked body and not blush soon enough. You will find that you are angered when they don’t stare, like they think you are not pretty enough for a good look.”

“I hope you are right Master Ralph. This trainee will try to correct the blushing problem. I hope to one day get to the point where I enjoy men admiring my naked body.”

“Now lean forward, so I can free your wrists of your pretty bracelets. Before I secure them again, please touch yourself down low and let me know if it still hurts down there..”

Stinky did as she was told as quickly as she could. She winced a little, but reported. “It still hurts some Master, but nowhere as much as just after the Auctioneer struck me. Did you really say please to a mere slave girl?”

“Oops, that was just a slip of the tongue. You be careful with the four letter words and I”ll be more carefull with slips of the tongue.” He then stretched her right wrist high up on the X-frame and secured it with a waiting strap. He repeated the procedure with her left wrist. As an afterthought , he added straps at both elbows. “Since we don’t want to wake up Kayla and Karen too soon, open wide.” As she gave him a puzzled look, but opened wide as ordered, he pushed the gag hanging around her neck into her waiting mouth. He picked up an odd looking tool.

“This is a punch for installing nipple rings on a pony girl’s nipples so we can hang bells on them. Shortly they will become your only means of communication for the next month. We call it the month of silence, so you can concentrate on listening and learning to become a good pony girl.” She watched, frightened and helpless, as he moved the tool toward her right nipple already hard from fear and the morning chill. There was a sharp pain that caused her to scream into her gag, with almost no sound escaping to wake her two new friends. She watched the process repeated with her left nipple. She lunged against the straps and screamed, but again almost no sound escaped the efficient gag. Looking down, she could see two shiney silver rings on her chest.

Ralph freed her wrists and elbows from the straps and had her lean forward until he could reapply her slave bracelets, pinning her arms behind her again. He then freed her knees and ankles and helped her to the floor. As she stood before him he applied alcohol to the silver rings, causing her to jump and squeal into her large gag. After she settled down, he hung two beautiful silver bells onto her new rings and snapped a catch shut. “You are not to remove these bells unless ordered to do so.”.

“When you are gagged for your training, probably tomorrow, your communication will be with your bells. One tinkle is yes. Two tinkles are no. Three tinkles, and you had better have a very, very good reason for using it is, “May I speak?” “Now let he hear a yes, a no and a may I from you.

“Tinkle, tinkle tinkle, and tinkle, tinkle, tinkle” Stinky felt the bounce in her breasts and although it wasn’t painful, it did feel odd. Enjoying the nice bounce to her breasts at each tinkle, Ralph had her repeat the sequence three more times. When she was praised for the nice bounce to her breasts, she turned beet red and was laughted at by Ralph. He led the braceeleted girl back to the cell, just as Kayla and Karen were waking up on their own. He left the too large gag in place.

Kayla noticed the new bells right away and asked if they had hurt. “Tinkle.” She then inquired if she had been free when the rings were put in. “Tinkle, tinkle.”

“Ah, you are using the famous tinkle tinkle code, Stinky. Ha, ha.” She was still laughing when Ralph approached and told her that she was next. Kayla got a sick look on her face. She was led over to the X-frame, but being a big showoff informed Ralph that she could hold still for the rings without being secured. He led her over to an overhead bar with a couple of wrist cuffs hanging from it. He had her stand under it and he lifted her up until she could grasp the bar with both hands and with her toes just inches from the floor.

A bet was mutually agreed on. If she didn’t let go of the bar while her rings were installed, she got to sleep totally unchained that night. If she failed, it was very tight straps on the X-frame for the proper installation of the rings and bells, followed by spending the night in a tight hogtie. Ralph sweetened the deal with the addition that the sleeping totally unchained would be in his bed. Kayla held on and later spent the night as promised in Ralph’s room. He did lock his door though.

Karen passed the chance of such a bet and ended up on the X-frame. She wasn’t offered a gag and didn’t request that the one hanging around her neck be installed. She handled the punches for the installation of the rings with only loud grunts. However, she screamed and thrashed when the alcohol was applied.to her nipples.

Chapter 7: Tea and a Mystery With Mistress Alicia Hosting

All three girls were returned to their holding cell. Mercifully Stinky had her much too large gag removed and a smaller one hung around her neck. This was one of the strangest things that any of them had ever heard of happened. With their hands braceleted behind their backs, they were taken to the main house where slave girls bathed them and washed and fixed their hair. When the work was finished, they were three of the most beautiful slave girls around. Then, to their shock, they were told they were invited to tea on the porch with Mistress Alicia.

All slave bracelets and hobbles were removed. The three slave girls, totally naked, except for gags hanging around their necks and tinkling bells on their nipples were escorted onto the rear porch of the main house by their nemesis Master Ralph. Mistress Alicia was there to greet them. “Welcome to the Vineyard of Robert ladies, For the moment you will not be treated as slaves. Have a seat opposite me at the table. Annette, oops I mean Stinky, you take the seat with the thick pillow. Knowing the Auctioneer, I think you will appreciate it.”

Stinky settled her still sore bottom gently onto the waiting pillow. Even so, she grimaced as she sat down. Her sore ass had a way to go before recovering from the expert attention paid to it by the Auctioneer. Slave girl Peggy served hot sweet cups of tea to all four of those seated around the table.

Stinky sipped her tea slowly. She was more aof a coffee drinker, but knew that this was probably her last chance to get either for a long time. “Stinky, I am having trouble getting used to suddenly being the owner of one of my favorite neighbor’s eldest daughter. How are you handling being owned?”

“I am making out as well as can be expected, considering my former higher station in life. I still feel strange being naked in front of people who are free, while I am slave. I keep thinking of having three things that I would like to cover up, but with only two hands to do it with. I understand that soon I will only be gagged and only able to communicate by tinkle code.” She shook her breasts once and then twice to demonstrate ‘yes’ and ‘no’ to Mistress Alicia.

“That is very good Stinky. In the meantime ladies, before we get down to the reason you are here, Peggy will serve you some cake. Here she comes now, get ready for a real treat.”

At that moment Kayla chimed in, “Are you sure you can have cake Stinky? Your birthday cake certainly did not stay with you very long. Ha, Ha.” Stinky at first glared at her, but then joined in the general laughter at her expense. She still had no clue on why her cake hadn’t stayed with her and had blamed it on the severe stress she was under at the time. The cake was served and eaten by all. Mistress Alicia proved to be correct. The cake was a real treat. By the way, it stayed with Stinky this time.

“Stinky, it is time we get down to business. Since this involves only information which may be had by the girls who have been slaves for a much longer time, would you please replace your gag and have Ralph secure you. I will let you listen in and in the remote event that you have anything to add. You know the code……three tinkles.”

Without a word of protest, Stinky took the last sip of her tea and set the cup down on the table. She placed her new gag in her mouth. At least it was more comfortable than the larger gag. She didn’t bother to tighten the strap. She already knew, that with the loss of her hands, she would be unable to force the gag from her mouth. It hadn’t been explained to her that it was a safety gag that could be pushed out in an emergency. It had better be an emergency however. The penalty was a very sore ass for pushing it out in a non-emergency.

Stinky made a last adjustment of the pillow under her shapely bottom. She then placed her hands behind the chair. She felt cold steel touching her left wrist. There was a click and then another and Master Ralph had her safely secured. All she could do now was to listen intently to the proceedings at the table.

Mistress started the conversation, “Kayla and Karen, I am seeking my missing daughter Sonya. My husband and I have reason to suspect that after she was kidnapped, she was made a slave near the area where the two of you also spent part of your careers. She is a bit taller than either of you. She is a redhead and described by most as incredibly beautiful.”

“Strangely, despite the time and effort that was put into her kidnapping, there has never been any attempt to obtain a ransom for her release. It is almost as if she is being held for spite. She had recently turned down a marriage proposal from our neighbor Bracchus. He does have a vacation estate a few miles from the tavern where you girls were ‘employed’. We have had his holdings spied on periodically, with no sightings. We show no ties to Bracchus and the tavern of your first owner.”

“I am going to show you girls this sketch made of our daughter shortly before her abduction. She handed the sketch to Kayla and Karen.

The two girls starred at the sketch in total shock and as one voice blurted out, “I’t the girl that was named Rodent! There is no doubt about it.”

Mistress Alicia leaned back at the unexpected shocking news. “Kayla, please tell me she was still there when your ‘employment’ at the tavern ended.”

“No Mistress, she was sold before Karen and myself, although the owner was not too happy about making the sale. May I start at the beginning of our knowing her? It is not a pretty tale.”

“Please do. Take your time. I want to hear it all, even the bad parts.”

“Shortly after we were captured and made slave girls, we were being transported naked and hogtied in a slaver’s wagon. We were driven into a clearing and men were waiting for us. She was sitting down with her hands chained behind a tree. She was gagged and her hair was black, as was the hair down lower. We didn’t know she was a redhead.”

“We three were left in the care of a slaver whose name was Rolland. We were told that her name was Rodent. It was implied that she had been with him for at least a couple of weeks. Shortly before leaving the campsite he led her away from the clearing and strung her up by her wrists and whipped her. Later we found out that it was to provide cover for her being gagged and blindfolded at the border crossing.”

“It worked and only Karen was closely examined at the border crossing since she was a redhead. However she was the wrong height to be the redhead they were watching out for. Some bastard planned her abduction and transportation very well.”

“After arriving at our place of employment Karen and I were taken in first and secured. He returned for Rodent. He freed her ankles after strapping her elbows together. It was orders from her ‘benefactor’ and she was supposed to have been bound that way the whole trip. However Master Rolland had ignored that part of his orders.”

“We were amazed at what happened next. Someone pulled the door open and walked in saying that she was a new employee. Master Rolland had permitted her walk proudly and alone to her fate. She stood there naked with her elbows touching making her breasts stand out and her nipples protruding. She announced that she had been hired to work in the fine establishment. She knew she had to be hurt and receive a warm welcome first. She needed to be prepared and would do it herself but was all tied up at the moment.”

“What happened next was horrible and not called for. Karen and I were suspended widespread and given the standard six of the best welcome whipping. However Rodent’s benefactor had given orders that she be whipped unconscious with the minimum blows being at least twenty-five.”

“Rolland looked sick, but he was a dead man if he refused to carry out his orders. He had orders to strike her between the legs if she appeared to faint to make sure she wasn’t faking. Five more would be added if she was.” Lady Alicia’s face was horrible to look at. Master Ralph squeezed the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Somehow Master Rolland managed to whip her without her loosing consciousness. At her request, he started on her first. After a few blows he would switch to Karen or I to give her time to recover. We found out later that he had even made her beg for mercy to stretch out her whipping. It worked and she didn’t faint until the last required blow.”

“Karen and I were taken down after our whippings and branded. We were then spread eagled on bed to await our ‘benefactor.’. Rodent was branded and brought in last and found that the mattress had been removed from her bed. It had only wooden slats. She was hooded and gagged.”

“Her ‘benefactor’ came in next. I am sorry but he was masked and I would not be able to identify him. I did get a whiff of a weird smelling aftershave lotion which I would recognize if I ever smelled it again. . He took her virginity quickly. She screamed into her gag every time her whipped backside was pushed down into the wooden slats. Next came the man who had kidnapped her. Some of the other ‘employees’ later told us that it was probably Blackstone the Bandit.” He raped her also.”

“Our ‘benefactor’ came in next. Karen and I both lost our virginity quickly. He was a poor rider. We didn’t get our first climax until Rolland rode us later. We then started our employment at our new home.” We shared a cell with Rodent.”

“She would talk to us a little, when no one was looking. All she would say was that her slave name was Rodent and she had forgotten her birth name. She would give no other details of her past. I could tell, however, that she had been born at a high station. You raised her well Mistress.”

“She was always double chained at night. On a cold night I remember sharing a blanket with her. But the only information we ever exchanged was our names. I think now that she was aftraid that we would be placed in danger if we knew too much.”

“We settled down into a routine. We were put out on beds for use by the morning breakfast crowd. They liked their quickies as they were called. In the evening we served in curtained alcoves. The customers liked their wine with naked slave girls.”

“We received tips which we were allowed to keep in our stash. Rodent was the most popular and was well tipped. However her ‘benefactor’ sent word that she wasn’t allowed a stash. Rolland had her divert her tips to Karen and I. We kept track Mistress Alicia. Half of what we brought with us is hers.”

“Then came disaster for Rodent. A customer accidentally tripped her. In falling, she scratched another customer with her fingernails. Even though it was an accident the man we think was Blackstone took her downstairs. Her screams seemed to go on forever. He whipped her unconscious and left her hanging suspended and raped her. In the morning as she was regaining consciousness he raped her again.”

Master Ralph’s face was twisted in fury. If he ever got within swords length of Blackstone, the man would die slowly. Lady Alicia’s face also promised no mercy.

“Master Rolland saved Rodents life. She would have died if he hadn’t nursed her back to health. He hired a contract slave girl named Robin to nurse her when he was not available. He gave Blackstone hell even though the man was dangerous. After all Rodent was one of their best ‘wage earners’. Greed shut the man up for the time being. Even with Fast Heal it was over a week before Rodent got back to work.”

“What happened next was a fluke. She was never one of the slave girls sent outside, hobbled and naked, to serve lunch in the attached food court. The scraps that the customers would feed us were the only decent food we ever received in that dump. But fate took a hand in matters. Two of the slave girls who usually served with us outside had been forced by customers to drink great quantities of what passed for good beer the night before. They were so sick, that they couldn’t even stand without throwing up. So by mistake, hobbled and naked, she was pressed into serving for the first time.”

“It was that day that a pretty blonde girl on a beautiful white horse rode up. At the time I thought it strange that she wore a sword and walked like she knew how to use it. Rodent was the one she picked to serve her. She appeared to like the service and gave the owner a small coin for her to serve only her the remainder of the meal. The horse bumped Rodent, expecting to be petted, I guess. The blonde girl looked at Rodent strangely. She did something to her hobble and one side opened. She asked her to mount the animal and she did. The animal seemed to accept her.”

“The blonde girl then walked over to the owner. She handed him a GOLDEN KING COIN and said that she was buying the girl named Rodent. This started a bit of a ruckus. The owner refused, which was strange, since the coin she offered was more than enough to purchase every slave girl ‘employed’ in the tavern. The noise attracted two of the Town Guards who were eating lunch and they walked over.”

“They talked briefly to the girl. I don’t know what she said to them, but they both turned very pale. The senior officer then walked over to the owner and told him to take the coin and shut up if he wanted to remain healthy. The owner accepted the coin and handed over Rodent, who seemed in total confused shock. She didn’t know what to say or do. When told to do so, she climbed up behind the girl and held on tight. I heard the officer warn the girl that men might follow her. The girl did not see that as a problem and informed the officer of the fact. She stopped only long enough to purchase a tunic for Rodent at a merchant‘s stand.”

“Shortly after their departure, seven men rode out the same way she had. Make that six men and a boy barely old enough to shave. They were a rough looking group. It was hours later, just as the food court was shutting down, that just the boy, riding one of six horses and leading the rest returned. He was deathly pale and the front of his pants was wet.”

“He was shaking badly as he handed the officer a saddlebag. He had been ordered to give it to the officer by the blonde girl. It was loot stolen from Associates to the RIDERS. It was to be returned to them. He told how they had caught up to the blonde girl and Rodent. They told her that they had missed a chance to use Rodent for desert at the food court and wanted to correct the situation.

“Not wanting to see the blonde girl hurt, Rodent took off her tunic and tried to dismount. She was not allowed to do so at first by her new owner. She did manage to dismount and offered herself to the men if they would let the blonde girl ride away.

The white horse spun around in a circle and again faced the men. Now it had a single horn in the center of his forehead. The men realized that they had tried to waylay a RIDER and tried to turn and flee. They and their horses couldn’t move a muscle. Suddenly the body of the leader seemed to blur and he collapsed into a sand filled pile of clothes. Five more times this happened and only the boy was left.”

“He was very pale as the RIDER turned toward him. He was informed that she had been given food and water at a small farm many miles back. The owners were worried about their son, who had left to try to earn money so he would be able to buy a nearby farm and marry a nice girl who was sweet on him. Since it wouldn’t be right to kill the son of a family that had recently fed her, he was ordered to take the horses home. They were very good horses and would sell for more than enough to buy the farm and marry the girl. The last thing he saw was Rodent putting her tunic back on and the RIDER departing with her.”

Kayla continued with her tale. “The guards permitted the boy to leave, secretly glad to see that the problem of the owner’s men was no longer their’s. Shortly after these events all of us girls were sold or transferred elsewhere.

Karen and I were sold to a tavern up this way. Rolland made our new owner promise to keep us together if he ever closed his business. It was feared we might know too much but Rolland had talked Rodent’s ‘benefactor’ into selling us instead of having our throats cut. Fortunately we were probably worth too much to kill and it is hard to track individual slave girls around the kingdoms. When the tavern owner went broke, we ended up in the hands of the auctioneer.”

“This is basically all that I can remember. Karen might be able to add something that I forgot to mention or didn’t notice at the time.” Karen shook her head in the negative.

“Thank you very much Kayla and Karen. At least I know that Sonya was alive and well when the bastards business was disbanded. I fail to understand the RIDER not returning her home, however. You man return to your holding cell and take it easy the rest of the day. Ralph, it is time to start with Stinky’s training.”

Chapter 8: Stinky Starts Her Training Quietly

Ralph grabbled the braceleted Stinky by the arms and lifted the naked girl high enough to clear the back of her chair and placed her on the porch floor. She squealed around he gag. After leading the girls down the steps, he placed slave bracelets on the wrists of Kayla and Karen. This time he put their hands behind their backs. He then replaced their hobbles and told them to jingle on back to their cell and close the door behind them. The jingle order got giggles from both girls.

Both girls jingled their chests at him and said as one, “We bet we can show you some real jingles tonight when the lights go out. Think you can tell us apart in the dark”

He picked up the still open hobbles and placed them in her hands which were still behind her back. “Hold on to these, you will need them later. Do you see that little shack over there?” When he heard a jingle and saw a nice bounce, he continued. “That is the business of Hugh. He is a leather worker. Take this note that I am fastening to one of your nipple bells and go there. He will take care of the rest.”

Stinky, taking long strides, proceeded to obey. It was nice to be able to take full strides, free of the annoying hobbles. She blushed hotly when a pair of workers whistled at her and commented on the nice wiggle that she was doing with her pretty ass. Glad that she was gagged and that there was no jingle code for what she thought of them, she slowed down to reduce the well liked wiggle.

She entered the dimly lit little shack. There was a little man standing behind a counter. She waited patiently for him to notice her. “What can I do for you my pretty one?” When he received no answer, he gave her a second look. “Oh my, you have a gag in your mouth. You really ought to spit it out. Oh, you can’t because it is a safety gag and you would get a sore ass if you spit it out without permission. Ha, ha.” A frustrated Stinky thought how Kayla would like this guy and finally shook her chest at him. He finally noticed the note and removed it.

“Oh I am so sorry. I see that you already have a sore ass. He caressed her still striped ass and she flinched nicely. She squealed nicely into her new gag. Hugh laughed at her distress.

“Let’s see here. Ralph has ordered a nice bit and bridle for you. It says that you are not allowed to talk for a while.” After receiving a single jingle he continued, “I have just the thing for you. Ha, ha. Ralph will love it. Let me get this gag out of your mouth. I will leave it hanging from your neck though. Now remember to keep quiet.” He gave a quick squeeze to her left breast and she barely managed to keep silent. “Very good, I will tell Ralph you did well. He has me do this to all the new girls he sends here to me. You passed the test. If you had failed and broke your silence, I would have put a note on your bell and you would have received a couple of swats across your pretty ass You must have a note attached when you go back or get more than a couple of swats.”

“Here is my little invention. This bit here goes in your mouth, thus. The strap on each end goes around to the back of your head and holds it in. The flat part facing the back will hold your tongue down and keep you quiet. You notice that the bit is very thin where it touches the side of your mouth. You can pretty well keep your mouth closed enough so you don’t drool very much. You don’t really want to get your nice leather harness all wet when you are pulling your cart, do you?”

“Jingle, Jingle.”

“As you can feel, I have tightened the strap at the back of your neck. I am now attaching the reins. If I stand behind you, I can pull on one and you have to turn yur head and go that way. You notice that for safety, there is no lock on the strap. If your hands are free, you can actually remove and replace this. But it had better be a real emergency or it is swatting time.” He gave her breast another squeeze and was pleased when her squeal of protest was almost inaudible, the bit was a very effective gag.

“Since no pony would be complete without the proper footwear, I have to measure your feet.” He kneeled down and grasped her right foot and measured it. To Annette, he seemed to spend more time looking at the junction of her legs, then measuring her bare foot. Oddly she noticed that she wasn’t blushing a bright red as she had in similar situations in her new career.

Hugh got up and brought back a pair of leather shoes with horseshoe shaped cleats attached to their bottoms. Despite appearing to have been distracted while measuring her foot, they fit perfectly. In fact they were very comfortable, even better than many of the pairs left back at her former home.

“Here is another item that you will fall in love with. It’s a plug with a long tail on it. I can’t demonstrate it right now since you haven’t had an enema lately. Ha, ha. Another thing that you probably haven’t been told yet is that you must be gagged when you sleep. Wouldn’t want you talking in your sleep, would we?”

After enduring more of Hugh’s humor, a bag was hung around her neck with her tail sticking out for all to see. The reins were draped down behind her and wrapped around her bracelet chain a couple of times. The note with instructions from Hugh replaced the original note on her nipple bell. Just to make her life more interesting, he replaced her hobbles, despite a couple of double tinkles, trying to get him to just attach one end so she could get back to the barn faster with long steps dragging the chain.

After a slowed down pace, she reached the barn. Ralph greeted her and checked out Hugh’s new design of bit. He liked the less drool feature. He tested the efficiency of the new gag, not with a boob squeeze, but with a completely unexpected goose from behind, which produced an well silenced squeal of protest from her well gagged mouth.

He removed the new bit and bridle and led her back into the barn and toward the holding cell. He also removed her new pony shoes plus tail and placed them on a nearby shelf. Kayla and Karen were waiting patiently. Like Stinky, with hands behind their backs. Ralph checked the gag hanging around her neck. “You notice that this one, with a little work could be pushed out with your tongue. Don’t even think of doing it though.. Since all three of you are usually sleeping with your hands behind your back and gagged tonight, it is for safety, if something bad would happen. I am removing all your gags now. Stinky, all I had better hear out of you is tinkles. Peggy is coming with your supper and will replace your gags when you are finished..”

Peggy arrived as promised and took turns feeding each of them and providing water to the thirsty girls. Stinky especially enjoyed the water. Nothing like a gag in your mouth most of the day to make you rather thirsty. As soon a supper was finished, Peggy replaced just the former Annette’s gag and left hurriedly for her next job. Kayla and Karen were instructed to replace each other’s gag at lights out time.

After Peggy left, clicking the cell door shut behind her, Kayla commented, “Looks like you becoming a pony cart puller started something. Karen and I had thought that all we would have to do was keep the area clean and other odd jobs during the day, followed by entertaining guests in the evening. However, Ralph has informed us that Karen and I are going to be trained in pulling a two girl cart for passengers, when Master Robert is showing off the vineyard to guests. He said we look too pale and need more sun. anyway. Ha, ha.”

“Just wait until you meet Hugh,” thought Annette to herself. “He reminds me of you with his ‘ha, ha’ all the time. She hasn’t noticed the plug and tail yet. I hope Hugh makes the tails in blonde and red.”

With the time for lights out approaching Kayla helped the already gagged Stinky onto her cot and pulled the blanket over her. Like all experience slave girls, she was quite good at doing things with her hands behind her back. She then knelt behind the standing Karen and opened wide for the gag hanging around her neck. The girls traded positions and Karen got her gag. She got Kayla covered on her cot and managed to get herself covered just as lights out was called.

Chapter 9: Stinky Starts Her Cart Duty

While Sir Ralph was finishing up with Stinky, Kayla and Karen walked over to Hugh’s shack as they had been ordered. He had unlocked the left hobble on both girls and they walked briskly making a metallic noise with their dragging hobbles. They wore their usual clothes, namely none. Their hands were fastened behind their backs with the usual slave bracelets. Both had gags hanging around their necks. Their nipple bells tinkled as they walked in time with the noise of their dragging hobbles.

Both slave girls got appreciative whistles as they walked over to the business of Hugh. Both girls shook their chests at the whistlers as a reward for their appreciation of their beauty. Being well trained slave girls, they put a nice wiggle on their firm young asses. Theirs would have put Stinky to shame if she had been with them.

Kayla was talking to Karen, “I wish we could have stuck around long enough to see what she thought when Sir Ralph put her working ‘clothes’ on. I saw what Peggy was bringing to Sir Ralph. Ha, ha. I bet that even with that gag in her mouth, we will hear her squeal clear over here.”

Upon their arrival at Hugh’s, Kayla did the talking. “Master, Master Ralph has sent us over here to pick up the shoes and tack needed for us to pull a two girl cart up to the workers. He said you would know exactly what we need.”

“Of course my naked beauties, I know exactly what you need. I just fitted out another pretty blonde slave girl for him. I see that you have exactly the same bells as she had, but without any note. He didn’t gag you like the other girl. You , I can tell, are well used and trained slave girls. Ha, ha.”

“I am starting to like you already, Master. Ha, ha.”

“Come over here my beauties. I have two bits just like I used on the other girl.” He proceeded to install the first one in Karen’s mouth. He tightened the strap behind her head and she was effectively silenced. He did the same with Kayla and tightened the strap behind her head. He gave each slave girl the boob test at the same time, using both hands. He was disappointed when he got an attempt at a loud squeal from Karen, but only a grunt from Kayla. She had seen the test coming and braced herself. “That should keep you two quiet. Ha, ha.”

“Here, let me attach the reins to your bits. You two look beautiful with your new accessories. Let’s see, what am I forgetting?” Both girls held up their slim left ankles. “That is it, you need pony shoes, the both of you.” He knelt down in front of Kayla and measured her feet. He gave a long look at her blonde curls. He repeated to process with Karen and had another long look, this time at red curls. Despite his seeming distraction, both pairs of shoes fit the girls perfectly.

He produced two drawstring sacks for the shoes and was about to hang each around a girls neck. “Wait a minute, I think I am forgetting something. Any ideas?”

“Tinkle, tinkle.”

“I just remembered. I will be right back my sweeties.” He found two special plugs and added one to each sack. He then found a blonde tail and a redheaded tail. I am going to have to make up some more blonde tails. You got the last one. Ha, ha.” Kayla and Karen got sick looks on their faces.

Hugh hung the drawstring sacks around each slave girl’s neck. Kayla was looking at Karen and didn’t see Hugh sneaking behind her. Her first clue was a sudden well applied goose to her posterior. Gagged or not, she let out a louder squeal than Karen had when he had done the boob test on both. “Got you that time. Ha, ha. By the way, tell Master Ralph that the bill is in one of the bags.

He clicked the left hobble on both girls’ shapely ankles. He also draped the reins across their wrist bracelets and wrapped them around a couple of times. He gave each slave girl a smack on their pretty rear ends and sent them back to Master Ralph.

The hobbled slave girls tinkled their way back to Master Ralph. Stinky was standing with Master Ralph. She was doing her best not to show a smile on her well gagged lips. Master Ralph had only two words for the returning slave girls. “Who wants to be first?” It was then that the girls noticed what Peggy was bringing up to the little group.

Sir Ralph removed the bits from the mouths of both girls and went over to Peggy. Not knowing that he was still close, Kayla turned to Karen and said, “Damn, Master Hugh got the last Ha, ha in. I still like him thought.”

“I heard that Kayla. You know the rule about four letter words. You have earned a couple of swats. Now has anybody decided that they want to go first?”

“I am sorry Master Ralph, I will try not to make that mistake again. Ha, ha. You might as well do me first. Master Ralph bent down and removed the hobbles from Kayla’s ankles. She immediately walked over to the X-frame, despite her hands being behind her back she stepped up on it facing away from Master Ralph and spread her shapely legs wide. Two quick straps secured her ankles in place. He undid her bracelets and she brought her hands up to the top of the X-frame. Two more straps secured her to the X-frame. He didn’t bother with the elbow and knee straps this time. He decided that she needed some ‘wiggle’ room on this special occasion.

As the naked Kayla stood there widespread, she didn’t see him pick up the cane from near the X-frame. Just as she was wondering what was taking him so long she found out.. She heard a whoosh followed by a blow that seemed to set her ass on fire. She lunged in her straps and screamed loudly. “Darn Master Ralph, I promise to watch my four letter words more carefully in the future.” Another streak of fire seemed to strike her just below the first one. This time she screamed again and then just hung limply in her bonds. She didn’t faint, but wished she could. She heard herself mumble, “Can we go to the best part now, Master Ralph?” She finally managed to pull herself back together and stood panting.

“Not right now my disciplined beauty. Maybe tonight if I am satisfied with your work today.” Peggy approached and handed Master Ralph a certain item with a hose attached. She felt something enter her and then a liquid flowing into her. She started to cramp. After four tinkles of her bells she couldn’t hold it any longer. Strangely Ralph turned his back as if he didn’t want to see her embarrassment. Looking over her shoulder, Kayla was puzzled.

Peggy finished with her part of the job and stood back. Kayla again looked over her shoulder and didn’t like what she saw. The well lubricated plug looked huge, twice as big as when Hugh was placing it in the bag. “Please wait a minute! Are you sure that will fit? Oh, Ooh Wow.” She threw herself against her straps wildly. She felt it seem to slide a foot into her. She felt Master Ralph do something to the plug and it seemed to get wider inside her. She tried and failed to push it out. She felt Master Ralph do something else and something was hanging from the plug.

He released her ankles and let her bring her legs together. Kayla turned around and saw that she now had a blonde tail hanging down to her knees. It tickled. Master Ralph then released her wrists and told her to leave her new tail alone. Kayla, however, was more interested in soothing her scalded ass. She glared at Stinky, who was having a real bad time not smiling behind her gag.

Master Ralph then removed Karen’s hobbles and secured her ankles to the X-frame. After the removal of her bracelets, she soon found herself secured with straps added to her wrists, elbows and knees. She made no protest as the hose was stuck you know where. Peggy helped her through the worst part after the cramps started. After Peggy was finished, she awaited Master Ralph. Soon she felt something well lubricated sliding up into her. She didn’t try to push it out. Master Ralph soon had it adjusted so that she couldn’t anyway. She felt him attach the tail to the plug. He then released her from the straps.

The three slave girls now stood around comparing their tails. The blonde and redheads tails matched their hair color perfectly. When Stinky was asked if she agreed, she produced a single tinkle. Sir Ralph now led them over to the two carts. He placed Stinky in front of the smaller cart. He placed bracelets on her wrists and put her hands behind her. He had her grasp the hand holds on the tongue. He attached the reins to her bit gag .

He placed the bits in both of the other girls and added the reins. He led the girls over to the larger cart. It had three tongues sticking out. He then had each girl grasp two of the tongues. Karen had her left wrist strapped to the tongue., followed by her right on the middle one. He then placed Kayla to her right and fastened her right wrist to the right tongue. He then secured her left wrist to the one she now shared with Karen. The two girls stood there, not knowing what to do next. Pulling a cart was definitely not in her copy of the slave girl handbook of duties.

Finally Master Ralph started loading water and supplies into the larger cart. He placed a bottle of some kind of lotion on top of the stack. “You notice girls, there is a place for seats in the larger cart. Sometimes we give tours of the winery to special guests. You can usually pull four guests in the cart. So lets get going. I will let Stinky pull me in the smaller cart. Just follow us. Do not get going too fast, the carts an be hard to stop.”

He got into the smaller cart and picked up the reins. He gave them a flick and Stinky started out slowly. A slight pull on the right rein turned her toward one part of the vineyard. She found that the cart wasn’t that hard to pull, even with Ralph riding in it. The two girls pulling the other cart easily kept up with her best efforts. The three sets of shoes made metallic sounds as they hit bits of gravel on the trail. Steady jingling sounds came from nicely bouncing breasts.

They soon arrived at their first stop. The male workers greeted the new girls with friendly cheers and whistles. Their share of the supplies was quickly unloaded. The bits of Karen and Kayla were removed and eager workers fed and watered them. There were squeals as hands ended up in unexpected places. Well not so unexpected places, they were well used slave girls after all.

Stinky had her bit gag removed by Master Ralph who then fed and watered her. He first reminded her of the penalty of speaking. “You are being silenced for thirty day. If at anytime in that month you have a relapse, the count starts over. I have had girls having to be gagged for months. You are still technically free for a year before you turn twenty one. I am sure you don’t want to be silent the whole time.”

“Tinkle, tinkle.”

Ralph finished feeding Stinky. “I am replacing your bit gag now. I will admit that what is coming next would sorely stress your ability to remain silent. It involves being handled by men. This is a bottle of lotion is to prevent cart girls from getting sunburned. The men here brag that not one slave girl on the job has ever gotten sunburned breasts. They want to continue that record.”

He led her away from her cart and tied her ankles together to keep her from running. He held up the lotion and whistled. Several men came running. To say they enjoyed their task was an understatement. As she stood there naked and helpless, they applied lotion all over her. They didn’t miss a single square inch. Their record would stand another day. Despite her gag, she produced loud squeals of protest. It was the first time the naked cart girl had really been well handled by men.

Karen and Kayla were next for the lotion application. They really had no say in the matter. Their wrists were secured to the cart. To the surprise of Stinky, they both seemed to enjoy it. There were more stops for deliveries, but no more lotion. At each stop, Master Ralph had introduced the three girls to all the workers. He emphasized that Karen and Kayla were legal slaves and could be used if it didn’t interfere with their schedule. Strangely he said that they were the judges of whether they were on schedule. However Stinky was off limits for almost a year, until she turned twenty one.

On the return trip a call of nature delayed the girls. Master Ralph allowed Kayla and Karen to pull the cart behind a bush for a bit of privacy. It was a bit comical with them trying to keep their tails dry. Stinky was next. Master Ralph pulled her tail up where she could hold it with her chained hands.

Back at the barn, he applied hobbles to all the girls before releasing them. After releasing Kayla and Karen he applied bracelets with their hands in front. He left Stinky with her slave bracelets still behind her back. He led the girls to the rear of the barn. There was a wooden table there. The four sat down just as Peggy and a couple of the house girls arrived with trays of food. Kayla bounced right back up when she tried to sit down. She finally ended up kneeling on her seat to avoid sitting on her sore rear. The three girls still had their pretty tails hanging down.

After everyone was seated, one way or the other, he allowed Kayla and Karen to remove their bit gags and place them and their reins to one side. He warned Stinky to be silent and changed her bracelets from back to front. He allowed her to remove her bit gag and reins. All then enjoyed a nice meal. Despite the amount of food, all had worked up an appetite and there were no leftovers.

After finishing her meal, Stinky took a last long drink of water. She sighed and reached up to her regular gag and placed it in her mouth. She had decided not to take a chance of saying something and have another day added to her month of silence. Master Ralph gave her a look of approval and reminded her that she had the gag that could be pushed out in a real emergency, but it had better be for real. He then changed her bracelets from front to back.

He had Stinky bend over a hitching post. He removed her tail. He did something to the plug and removed it easily. He did the same for Kayla and Karen. He then removed their special pony shoes and sent the three girls back into the barn. After placing the pony tack on a shelf, he herded them to their cell. Stinky went meekly into the cell. However Kayla and Karen had other ideas involving Master Ralph.

Kayla started with the hints. “Really Master Ralph, I was surprised when I saw that plug and tail go up on the shelf. I was ready to swear that it was over a foot long when you stuck it up in me. It doesn’t look so big now. After running around all day with those things stuck up in us, Karen and I are really in the mood for a certain kind of relief.”

“Please girls, I don’t know if I can please both of you tonight. It was a busy day and I am tired. How about I flip a coin. Heads I do Karen and tails I play with Kayla’s tail. Ha, ha.” He flipped a coin. It landed in a crack in the floor, near the cell door. It stayed on edge, neither heads nor tails. He sighed and led both girls go to his room.

Just before the lights went out, Stinky heard Kayla say, “I bet you can’t tell us apart in the dark Master. How about you do both of us and try to guess who was first. If you guess wrong we get the morning off and no tails on our cart run.”

The lights went out and soon the sound of a slave girl being well used was heard by Stinky. From the sound of it, a good time was being had by both. There was a loud squeal as Master Ralph grabbed the second girl in the dark by her ass cheeks. He then knew who was number two.

Dawn came too soon for Stinky. The day brought all kinds of aches and pains to the girl who had done little hard work in her life. After all, she had pulled the cart with Sir Ralph in it a long way. Gagged, hobbled and with her hands behind her back, she still managed to do what needed done first thing in the morning. The naked girl stretched out on the blanket as best as she could and waited for breakfast.

She didn’t have long to wait. Just as she was drifting back to sleep, Peggy arrived with everybody’s breakfast. Not wanting to wake up Master Ralph, she sensed that he had been ‘up’ late. She went to Stinky and removed her gag and fed her. After washing everything down with fresh juice, Stinky took no chances. She kept shaking the gag hanging around her neck until Peggy realized that she wanted it replaced in her mouth. She quickly pushed the gag behind her teeth.

“You are unusual Stinky. Most silenced girls try to get by with the gag out of their mouth as much as possible. I have been gagged while being whipped for silly mistakes. They taste terrible most of the time. I couldn’t stand being gagged all night. I would have to if my master ordered it. After all, I am just a slave girl. At least Master Ralph has the bits and gags kept clean.”

The naked Stinky stretched out on the cell floor. She leaned her back against the wall. She heard her bracelets clink against the wall. She looked at her long legs and their hobbles. Another fine day in paradise had begun. She watched Peggy walk over to the door of Ralph’s room and knock timidly on the door. She was admitted.

Peggy served him and the other two girls in his room. As they finally came out of his room, Stinky noticed that he had changed their bracelets from front to back. She wondered if it had been after their use the night before. Some masters, she had heard, enjoyed feeding their helpless slave girls by hand.

After breakfast, Master Ralph let the girls out to the carts. After removing their bracelets. He again fastened Karen’s and Kayla’s wrists to the cart. He approached Stinky and led her over to hers. This time he had added another tongue to her cart. He then removed her bracelets and strapped her wrists to them.

“Young ladies, Ha ha, I am going back into the barn for a few minutes. I forgot my morning shower. After the workout two of you gave me last night, I need one.” He then left all three hobbled girls standing in the shade. He had also set the brake on both carts. The girls weren’t going anywhere.

Kayla had a few things to say. “He cheated. He was able to guess which of us he had used by grabbing my sore ass. I couldn’t help screaming. Also he could feel the ridges his cane left back there. It still hurts. Remind me not to piss him off again. You too Stinky. If you see me about to do something that you think I shouldn’t, give me four tinkles. Hey, that a cute idea. Ha, ha.”

“Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.” Ralph walked out of the barn just as she was finishing her four tinkles. Her boobs were still bouncing nicely. He gave her a strange look. He hadn’t heard what Kayla had said.

“I have a surprise for you girls today. No tails today. We rarely use them anyway. Just extra work for me, that and I don’t think that I am ready for another night of you girls spending all day getting turned on. Ha, ha. I am walking today. We have extra supplies and Stinky can haul them in her cart. I am going to miss riding in the cart and watching that pretty little ass of hers wiggling so nicely.” Everybody laughed as Stinky managed to turn a brilliant shade of red. She had thought that she was all blushed out after being naked in front of men so often. But Master Ralph could still bring out the ‘best’ in her.

He removed the girls’ hobbles and they were off. It was just another routine day. This day flew by and even more flew by. Finally they had a light day. Not too many workers were out in the vineyards. Master Ralph decided to do something new with Stinky. He sent Kayla and Karen to give the barn a good cleaning and sweeping. Of course they performed their chores naked and hobbled, but their hands were free for a change. He next got Stinky ready for a cart run to what few workers were out that day.

He removed her hobbles and bracelets. He led her to her cart and simply had her grasp the two handles and let her pull it around the barnyard once. He then loaded the cart about half full. He gave her a list of only three stops. She looked at him somewhat puzzled. She was standing there naked and wearing only her usual gag and bridle. But she was not secured to the cart in any way. “Get along little slave girl, the men are waiting to here you come jingling in, Ha, Ha. Hurry back, your two friends may need some help. It took me a while to show them which end of a broom does what.”

Stinky took him at his word. She flipped her reins loosely over a post on the cart. She didn’t want to drag them on the ground. It felt strange not to be bound to the cart. She took off at a fast trot and soon reached her first stop. After the men unloaded their supplies, she headed for the second stop. She had passed on offers of a lotion application. The first part of her run had been almost entirely in the shade. She soon ran out of shade halfway to her second stop. With her faster than usual speed she was soon sweating up a storm. She stopped and removed her bit. It felt nice to be able to drink without assistance. She placed what was usually her water jug back on the cart, replaced her bit gag and was off and running. She bounced and jingled up to her second stop.

She was warmly greeted. This time she allowed the men to have fun putting the lotion on her naked body. She giggled and squealed around her gag at all the right times. She jumped once when someone touched her intimately while doing her upper legs. She was actually enjoying herself. She felt a little evil about teasing the men when they weren’t allowed to use her yet. She didn’t carry the teasing too far however. She remembered Kayla warning her that the men would put up with it good naturally, knowing that in a few months that would pass all too quickly, they would be using her. And they would be using her very much and very often.

She headed to her last stop. She paused only long enough for a long drink while her cart was emptied. She took off for home, almost sorry that her run was almost finished. She almost got going too fast downhill but remembered to slow down before she lost control of the cart.

When she returned, she smiled around her gag at her two hard working friends. She removed the bit gag and reins and hung them up in the barn. She immediately installed the regular gag in her mouth which had been hanging around her neck. She spent the rest of the day helping the other two slave girls clean up what was becoming their home. Karen asked her why she did her run so fast. She could have taken it easy and come in a little later.

‘ Tinkle, tinkle.” She wanted to get back to help her friends.

The next morning she got another surprise. As she was removing her regular gag and preparing to replace it with the bit gag and reins, Sir Ralph stopped her. Your time of silence is finished. You managed well and didn’t get any extra days tacked on. Well done! The only thing you need to wear today is your bells. You can leave both gags behind.

Stinky was shocked. She had lost track of the number of days. She placed the bit and reins on its hook. She started to unbuckle her regular gag, but stopped. She sought out Master Ralph again. “Please Master Ralph, I don’t trust myself yet. My big mouth did a lot to get me where I am today. Let me keep the regular gag around my neck. I really don’t have much to say anyway.”

“All right Stinky, this is a real first. Most girls can’t wait to get rid of their gags. The men on your route today were expecting to be able to exchange pleasantries with you for the first time. Try to leave the gag out during you actual stops. Be sure to ask nicely for you lotion today. From now on they won’t be offering and expect you to ask. Now if you were actually getting red, they wouldn’t bother to ask and might be annoyed that you hadn’t. Some of the men have very rough hands. And you have a lot of nice soft places on your beautiful body.”

“I understand Master Ralph. Your point is well taken. I will be sure to ask nicely for the lotion to be applied to my body. Ha, ha.” She placed the regular gag in her mouth, grabbed her already loaded cart and headed out on her run..

She remembered to remove the gag just before she arrived at her first stop. While drinking her water, she was asked why she still had the gag hanging around her neck, she replied. “Now that I don’t have to have it in my mouth anymore, I keep getting the urge to sing. Since I don’t want to scare the animals in the forest, I pop it back in my mouth when I get the urge.” This statement put all the men into hysterics. After a little back slapping and congratulations, she was on her way.

The story and variations was repeated at all her stops. Nobody objected to her keeping the gag available. She remembered to request lotion whenever she needed it. All and all, it was a successful day.

Chapter 10: Stinky Finishes Her Cart Duties.

Stinky continued her cart duties. But they changed as time went on. Nearing harvest time a festival was declared and many guests visited the Vineyard of Robert. She found herself giving two teenaged girls a ride around the vineyard. It wasn’t that difficult letting the two girls ride in the cart. After all, she could easily pull twice her weight in supplies now. If she worked up a sweat, she could pull almost three times her weight now.

The problem was that the two girls weren’t experienced in driving a slave girl pulled cart. They didn’t know just how to use the reins. She couldn’t tell them since she was wearing a bit gag for the reins to hook up to. Finally she took two swats across her pretty ass when they wanted her to go faster. She stopped and glared at her two tormenters. She shook her nipple bells three times as a signal for “May I speak?”

She was given permission. She wasn’t strapped to the cart, so she reached up and removed her bit gag and reins. “Look, through no fault of your own young mistresses, you really don’t know how to drive this cart. You don’t have to strike me. My ass is sore enough already. Just tell me where you want to go and I will take you. Better yet, why don’t I give you a guided tour and explain what everything around here does.”

It was a strange sight of a naked twenty year old slave girl explaining things to a couple of free teenaged girls. In fact the girl who had struck her, became very apologetic. “ My name is Tomasina and I am sorry I whipped you. I am worried about my merchant father who is away on business again. I shouldn’t take my troubles out on you. He makes a good living for my sister and I, but he is away much. I keep worrying that one day he won’t return.”

“I am sorry to here about your father always being gone. You don’t have to apologize to me, after all I am just a slave girl pulling a cart Mistress Tomasina. How about I give you the grand tour and we forget about the whole thing.” After getting an okay she gave them a tour. They saw where the grapes grew. They saw great casks of wine aging in the various barns. They realized just how much work was involved in producing fine wine. Tomasina knew a little since her father was adding grapes to his holdings.

The two girls then had her take them over to a refreshment stand and pick up sweet drinks and snacks. The took her over to a secluded shady tree and spread a blanket from the cart. Tomasina insisted that she join them. All sat on the blanket with Stinky opposite the two free girls. The snacks and sweet drinks were very good. Too good for a mere slave girl thought Stinky.

Tomasina spoke, “You don’t have to answer this question if it embarrasses you. Didn’t you used to live at the Spring Valley Farm? Is you name Annette?”

Stinky felt herself tearing up. “Yes Mistress, I used to live there, but no more. My name is no longer Annette. I am called Stinky now. You don’t want to know how I earned that name.”

“I am sorry that you have been made a slave. I now remember hearing stories about your friends calling you a witch spelled with a ‘B’ behind your back. I shouldn’t tell you this, but the General stopped by our place to talk to my uncle about a business deal. This was just a couple of days ago. He never mentioned you at all. I hope I never end up a slave, but one never knows what life brings ahead of time. In case that should ever happen to me, I hope they let me keep my name. Please tell me why they call you Stinky, so it doesn’t happen to me.”

Stinky sobbed, “All right Mistress, a slave girl can’t refuse to answer a mistress. The only garment that I was allowed during my welcome whipping prior to my being auctioned was a lower undergarment. While the whip was being applied, I crapped in my undergarment.” Stinky started crying. “It’s all my fault that I am here I wish that I could go back and change a great many things.”

Tomasina let her cry it out. “I hope your luck changes. I fear things can’t get any worse for you. I would buy you myself, but I already have a personal slave girl named Paula. I am growing up with her. She had a rough time at first. But believe it or not, now we are more friends than mistress and slave girl.”

“That is the problem. They can get much worse. I am twenty years old and when I turn twenty one in just a few more months, I will become a full slave. I will be branded and then used by men, usually many men, the first time. My only hope would be if my father would buy me back before I turn twenty one. From what you tell me, he has forgotten about me. I have made my bed and I will sleep in it.”

The two free girls were silent. They helped Stinky clean up and she returned them to the festivities. They were just in time for a special grape stomping. It was the custom that the first batch of grapes had to be stomped by a virgin. It was believed to be good luck. The naked Stinky was picked, since she was the only virgin slave girl available. She soon found her sandals removed and herself in a huge pile of grapes. She started to stomp amid cheers from an audience.

Suddenly there was an interruption. Tomasina called out, “If one virgin can make a first batch of wine better, wouldn’t two more make it three times better?” Tomasina and her friend removed their sandals and joined Stinky. Amid more cheers the three girls made short work of the grapes. The two free girls didn’t seem to mind that the lower parts of their tunics were turning a rich color of purple. Afterward each girl gave Stinky a hug and left to clean up.

Stinky returned the cart to the barn and tried to clean up. Master Ralph gave her a strange look. “What made those two free girls join you stomping grapes? It certainly was an interesting change of pace. Maybe it will start a new tradition.”

“I am not sure Master Ralph. Maybe they felt sorry for me. I have to admit that I enjoyed the experience. How long will it take this purple to wear off my legs?”

“Not to worry my purple beauty. Probably only a few months. Ha, ha.”

Stinky went back to her regular cart runs. She wore her gag around her neck. She usually kept it in her mouth except on arrival at her drop points. She really felt that she had nothing to say except when asked. With the work season in the vineyard ending, Kayla and Karen were pretty well assigned other duties inside various buildings of the vineyard. Stinky found herself almost always making deliveries by herself.

With things on the slack side, Robert got the girl racing urge. He had a quarter mile oval track like his neighbors laid out. To celebrate its completion he had Kayla, Karen and Stinky outfitted in pony finery. Of course the main item was the fine tail installed on each beautiful girl.

Kayla made her usual comment about the plug being a foot long, but Master Ralph still put the well lubricated item up where the sun doesn’t shine. Three workers were glad to play the part of drivers on their own time. They were ordered to only use a gentle whip to drive the girls pulling their carts. They were quite good at snapping their whips on the fine young asses of the three girls in a manner that stung but never broke the skin. Stinky was in good shape and finished second to Kayla.

Robert was happy with his first race on his new track. Alicia gave only a humph about men and their boy toys. The three drivers turned down an offer of a bonus coin for their race. They said that watching three beautiful asses in motion ahead of their carts was payment enough. As a bonus that they would accept, Kayla and Karen were sent to entertain them after supper. They were well ridden by the enthusiastic workers.

All three girls raced at the Happy Valley Farm a few times and did well against other competition. Kayla and Karen were taken to race at the Spring Valley Farm. For obvious reasons Stinky was not taken and spent the day doing errands for Mistress Alicia.

One day while Kayla and Karen were away for a race Mistress Alicia came to Stinky with an unusual assignment. “Stinky, I have a special job for you to do. I have a special guest arriving in an hour.. I want you to give her a ride in your cart and show her the vineyard. She is a little nervous around pony cart girls. She wants you in heavy restraint.”

“I am only a lowly slave girl and would be no threat to any girl Mistress but to hear is to obey. I will report to Master Ralph.” She reported to Master Ralph in her standard pony uniform, naked. Surprisingly Master Ralph already knew and was ready to prepare her.

As she stood docilely, he had her place her hands palm to palm behind her back.. He wrapped several turns of rope around her wrists and then tied several knots. He then wrapped several turns of fresh rope between her hands, tightening the ropes around her wrists. More knots followed. Next came multiple turns around her elbows. He tightened the rope until her elbows met. They started to ache almost immediately. “I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable my beautiful pony.”

“No Master, it could be worse. If I don’t fight it, it will be bearable.”

Ralph then wrapped several tight turns of rope around her tummy and tied the ends together at her navel. He then took a length of rope and ran it around her wrist rope and then between her legs. She squealed in protest as he tied the ends around her belly rope, pinning her arms tightly to her back.

Master Ralph spoke. “This is going to be something different for you Stinky. Our guest is a contract slave girl whose employer wants to give her a special treat. She has never ridden in a pony cart. Since she is a step up in rank to you, it will be necessary that you call her Mistress. Understood?”

“Yes Master Ralph I will give her a good cart ride and call her Mistress.”

“Something else my naked and well secured beauty. It is the custom at this vineyard that when coin is accepted for the use of one of our pony cart girls, she get half of the coin for her stash. This will be the first deposit in your stash. Kayla and Karen have made a bit of coin at shindigs arranged by the Auctioneer. They call it a nice change from their usual routine.

I have actually taken Kayla shopping to buy herself a few pretties for her body. You have seen that very sexy and revealing slave girl tunic that she sometimes wears. I allowed her to purchase that. Of course one evening when her duties were over, she coyly approached me wearing it. She didn’t get to wear it long and we both slept in the next day. Ha, ha.”

Master Ralph let Stinky over to a cart designed for one passenger and a few supplies. He tied a wide belt around her hips and secured the two tongues from the cart to her belt. “I want you to take her up to the picnic area. I am placing a couple of picnic baskets containing food and wine. I am sure she will be glad to hand feed you.”

He then hobbled the naked and elbows tied girl and told her to await the arrival of her Mistress for a day. He installed her bit gag and reins. He tied the reins to the cart’s seat. Lastly he produced two silver bells and attached them to her nipple rings. Her breasts were protruding very nicely due to her bound elbows. Stinky stood patiently with Master Ralph awaiting the arrival of the guest.

“Remember the tinkle code since you are hard to understand with the bit in your mouth. As an experience contract slave girl she knows it.”

The guest arrived. She was a beautiful blonde with Sevres-blue eyes.. She was wearing a very sexy slave girl tunic without disrobing ties. It was low cut enough to display half of her fine breasts. Her hair had grown since she was ‘hired’ as a contract slave girl. It now touched the top of her breasts and would just reach but not quite cover her nipples should she lose the tunic.

Stinky gave a horrified cry into her bit gag. It sounded like a name. If her ankles hadn’t been hobbled, she might have bolted. The girl was Amanda. The slave girl that she had whipped while she was free was going to be her mistress for the day. Did Master Ralph know? She was in no way able to tell him with the bit gag well secured in her mouth.

Amanda spoke first. “You must be Master Ralph. I am Amanda. I take it that this is my transportation for the day. She looks strong enough and not the least bit dangerous well secured as you have her. I am sure she will give me no trouble, will you pretty one?”

“Tinkle, tinkle.”

Amanda examined her bit gag and tightened the strap holding it one more notch. Stinky squealed into the tightened bit. She had once done the same thing to Amanda. Master Ralph removed her hobbles. Amanda got into the cart and they were off. Amanda ordered her to take her to the picnic area on the double. Amanda kept her at a fast pace. As they hit the steeper part of the trail she demanded more speed.

Stinky couldn’t help slowing as the grade got steeper. There was a sharp crack followed by a sting on her left ass cheek. She screamed in protest into her bit gag. There was another sting on her right ass cheek. She lost her footing and collapsed to her knees in the dust of the trail. Amanda got out of the cart. “I thought that you were the best girl available. You sure didn’t live up to your reputation.”

She then got back into the cart and ordered Stinky to get up and take a more leisurely speed to the picnic area. The naked, sweaty and now sore assed slave girl struggled to her feet. When they arrived at the picnic area, Amanda surprised her. She hobbled her with enough slack so she could walk but not run. She then released her belt from the pony cart. She led her over to a table by her reins and had her sit on a bench facing her. Her fresh whip marks didn’t really hurt when she sat down. They should have.

“Do you remember me pretty one.”

“Tinkle.”

Amanda reached over and released her from her bit gag and reins which she placed on a picnic table. First she gave her a long drink of water and part of a sandwich from the picnic basket. “You may speak. Do you remember me?”

“Yes I remember you Mistress. When I was free which seems so long ago, I was cruel to you. I don’t think that you would believe me if I said I was sorry. You have me in your power. Do with me as you will. I much deserve it.”

“I will be honest with you Annette, correction Stinky. My present master ordered me to accept your rental. He was angered when you whipped me six times. He arranged for your rental. He ordered me to give you six of the same. I care for him too much to disobey. You have received two so far. When do you want to receive the other four? How about after a nice picnic lunch first?”

A surprised Stinky thought it over. “You haven’t given me any yet Mistress. I don’t count what you call the first two. I barely felt them. I deserve six as hard as I hit you.”

“That’s a new one to me. I have never encountered a slave girl who complained that she wasn’t whipped hard enough. What do you suggest I do?”

It was one of the hardest things that Stinky ever forced herself to do. She stood up and hobbled over to the end of another picnic table. She bent over and laid her chest on the wooden table. “Secure my ankles wide to the table legs, Mistress.” When that was done, she stood back up. “Please remove my bells, Mistress. I don’t want to damage them with my struggles. Thank you Mistress. Now there is a ring screwed into the table right where my neck is when I bend over. Please secure my collar to it.”

When Stinky was fully secured, she spoke again. “There is a shorter and more accurate whip behind the seat of the cart. Please use it six times on me. I will try not to deafen you with my screams. Please pause between blows, otherwise the hurt will blend together and I won’t even remember how many times I am struck.”

“That makes sense Stinky. That is probably why the man auctioning myself and five others gave the first blow to each girl and then went back down the line for each. It gave time for us to recover from each blow and well notice the next. I definitely felt all six and will always remember them.”

“Please start Mistress before I lose my nerve. Ooh!!!!!” Amanda had brought the whip across both cheeks with great accuracy. Stinky struggled mightily. When she settled down a second blow fell. “Oh damn that hurt worse than the first one.” The third blow fell with the loudest smacking sound yet. Stinky almost moved the heavy table with her antics.

“I will excuse your language since we are both slave girls Stinky.” She then gave the hurting girl another drink of cool water. She struck a fourth time and then a minute later a fifth. She gave her target extra time to recover and finished with the hardest blow yet. The whip seemed to sink out of sight in her well rounded ass. Somehow Stinky didn’t faint.

“Thank you Mistress. I have no complaints on your hitting me too softly.” Amanda freed her from her bent over position after replacing her hobbles.

The two girls talked while Amanda ate and also fed the well bound Stinky. She was sitting but Stinky made no effort to sit and ate standing up. Stinky talked about her former life and her training by Master Ralph. Amanda talked about her career as a contract slave girl. “We do similar duties Mistress. You however know that one day you will be free again. I will probably never be free again. I have no complaint, I made my bed and I will sleep in it.”

Later Amanda replaced her bit and reins. Conversation was over. Stinky pulled her back to the barn in silence. Amanda thanked her for a nice ride and turned her over to Master Ralph. He glanced at the six fresh whip marks but said nothing until after she left and was picked up my Aaron who provided her with a long kiss.

“Those are six of the best whip marks that I have ever seen. They are perfectly spaced and cover you from the top of your shapely ass to just under your cheeks. You won’t be sitting down tonight. I will provide you with an application of Fast Heal after supper.”

“Please don’t Master Ralph. I need to long remember this day. It was a day when I repaid a debt of pain with pain of my own. I hope you understand.” He then freed her wrists and elbows and waited until after breakfast the next morning to order her to accept his offer of Fast Heal. He enjoyed her squirming as he applied the Fast Heal to her shapely ass.

Stinky resumed her regular duties. One day Lady Alicia called to her on her return to the barn. “Stinky you have been a good worker in the long months that you have been here. My husband made a good purchase. Of course in your case, you were a kind of throw in when you received no bids. You, Kayla, and Karen have worked out quite well.”

“I have something to ask you about, Stinky. You will soon have your twenty first birthday. You know what that means. You will receive six of the best, followed by your branding. You will then receive your permanent collar. Right now your temporary collar shows you as still belonging to the General but on consignment to this vineyard. After that you will then be spread eagled on a rack and that night anybody will be able to use you who chooses to. You are a beautiful girl. You will be much used. Do you have any requests, such as a final appeal to your parents?”

“I really have no one to appeal to who would want me. I know I am allowed a blindfold for my first night of rape, but I would like to wait for it until my first ‘customer’ is finished. Master Ralph has been firm with me, but I have be rather well treated by him considering my reduced station in life. If at all possible could he be the first to use me?”

“That is an unusual request Stinky. Most girls don’t care who takes their virginity. When rape is inevitable, just lay back and enjoy it. I will pass along your request to Master Ralph. Keep a stiff upper lip, maybe things will work out better than you think. I will be honest, I much doubt it.”

With a week to go, Stinky found herself naked, hobbled and her bracelets behind her back and locked in the cell she shared with Kayla and Karen. They had allowed her to place her silver bells on a hook that was now out of her reach with her hands behind her back. At her request the gag around her neck was pushed behind her teeth. It was the kind she could push out in an emergency, but she didn’t even try.

Since Kayla and Karen had chores to do, they were released each morning. Stinky was left by herself to think over her fate. Master Ralph stopped by and said he would honor her request for him to be first. He looked at her strangely. He knew that she had given up all hope.

The day of her twenty first birthday arrived all too soon. Nothing was said by her companions during the breakfast brought to them by Peggy. Today Karen fed her on what would be her last day before becoming a full slave girl. Stinky spent the day alone in the cell staring out. Peggy had replaced her gag.

That afternoon she was taken by Master Ralph to a building that she had never been in. It was a medium sized building. It was just one large room with seating for several people. She saw a slightly raised stage in the center. There was a metal pot full of hot coals nearby . In it was an iron for marking slaves. Stinky shuttered, knowing who it was for.

She looked further around the large room. There was a long bedlike rack. At each corner a length of rope was attached. At the end of each rope was a cuff. The ropes were adjustable. One size fits all. A naked girl could be well secured for her first rape. She was glad that it would be Master Ralph. She averted her eyes when she saw several interested men staring at her naked body. She wondered which one would be second. How many would use her the first night. Of course there would be many, many nights to follow. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Kayla seemed to enjoy herself when it was Master Ralph using her. Either that or she was a fine actress.

Her bracelets and cuffs were removed. She was ordered to remove her gag and she meekly complied. She stood still while padded cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles. She thought, “How strange they are about to hurt me badly, but they worry about the welfare of my wrists and ankles. I guess that they want to be otherwise comfortable while they are whipping my naked body.” Without being ordered, she stepped over under two ropes with hooks attached hanging over her head. She raised her wrists up and the hooks were attached to rings in her cuffs.

She watched Master Ralph step over to a crank and start to turn it. Slowly the slack in the ropes was taken up until she was standing on her toes. He paused a minute while men brought in several buckets of cold water. Stinky shuttered again, knowing that the water would probably be needed more that once. Master Ralph then resumed began turning the crank again. She felt her toes leave the ground. When she was a foot off the floor he stopped and locked the crank in place. Stinky felt very naked and very frightened. She fought down the urge to go into hysterics.

Master Ralph spoke to her for the first time. “I am sorry that I am going to have to do this to you Stinky. Unfortunately, it is part of my job, but usually I don’t enjoy it. I will try to get it over with as fast as possible. Try not to faint soon to be full slave girl. If you do, the Law requires that we wait until you are fully awake before we continue. Do you want me to use a spreader bar or ropes for your ankles?”

“It doesn’t really matter Master Ralph. Use the ropes and you can get my legs further apart. There will be less chance of you missing your final target.” She hung there, unresisting, as her legs were spread wide and secured. She found that she wasn’t blushing at her wide exposure. She guessed she was finally becoming accustomed to being a slave girl.

A number of men started to file in and take seats. Strangely, the Law required witnesses to her becoming a full legal slave girl. At least in this case, probably to prove that she hadn’t been redeemed when she turned twenty one. Of course some of the men were there to use her at the finish of proceedings. One could say that she would be paying them to be there.

Master Ralph stood in front of the suspended girl. “I am not required at this time to offer you a gag, but I am going to. Do you want one?”

“I don’t deserve one Master Ralph. I will do my best not to deafen you with my screams. Please proceed with my welcome to full slavery. Don‘t show me any mercy. Use your full strength.”

She hung quietly as Master Ralph stepped around behind her. There was a swishing sound behind her. Just as it registered on her hearing, her back seemed to explode in pain. She froze in place for a second and then jerked in her ropes. Despite her promise not to hurt his ears, she gave a deafening scream. She hung there trying to get her sobbing under control. The Law required that she be completely aware before each blow. He waited patiently until she regained control and struck for the second time. He was greeted by another deafening scream. She struggled madly in her bonds and actually gained a bit of slack.

When she quit struggling, he struck the third time. This time her pretty young ass was the target. The whip seemed to sink an inch into the soft flesh. Again she performed her gyrations and screamed. As she again hung limply she spoke, “Please Master Ralph, give me a break for a minute. I need a drink of water badly.” Even though it wasn’t required, Ralph took a cup over to one of the buckets of cold water and brought it to her parched lips. She drank greedily. “Thank you, Master. I really needed that.”

Master Ralph resumed his position behind the hurting girl. There was another whoosh and again the whip seemed to sink an inch into her soft flesh just below the last strike. All she could do was gasp, she couldn’t seem to pull in enough air to scream. Seeing her distress, Ralph prepared to pick up a bucket of cold water to shock her back into breathing. It wasn’t necessary. She managed to pant herself back into awareness. She wished that she hadn’t. She saw Master Ralph change positions to be in front of her.

As she watched with horrified eyes. He drew the whip back. Looking down she saw a flash of light reflect off of one of the gold rings in her nipples. Then the whip struck her directly across both rings. She screamed, jerked in her ropes and fainted for the first time. Her head slumped forward. Ralph picked up a bucket of cold water, but stood watching the unconscious girl’s rising and falling chest slowly go back to normal breathing. He then threw the full bucket directly into her face and breasts.

She awoke suddenly, shaking her hair out of her eyes and shivering. The girl and her punisher locked eyes. Her lips trembled several times. “Please finish me Master Ralph. I am already hurting badly from your first five blows. I can’t take much more of this. Please do it now.”

Ralph felt his heart going out to the already well whipped girl. He did what he had to do. He brought the whip directly between her wide spread legs. He did not miss his target. He rarely did, but he almost wished he had. The girl went absolutely crazy in her ropes. She couldn’t stop screaming. Ralph finally had to hit her with another bucket of water to snap the hysterical girl back to reality.

Reality sucked. She was lowered to the ground until she could stand shakily on wide spread legs. Her ankle cuffs were removed and she was able to bring her legs together. She couldn’t stop shaking. More awful things were going to happen to her. Her arms were lowered further and her wrist cuffs removed. She stood naked, trying to straighten her wildly messed up hair. It was a lost cause. She was having the worst bad hair day of her young life.

She stood unresisting as he bound her wrists behind her with rope. Her wrists were pulled high up on her back. He pointed at a previously unnoticed wooden device near the pot of hot coals. It reminded her of a carpenters sawhorse. With her heart pounding she managed to walk over to it.

She was bent over the sawhorse like arrangement. It was a branding rack for slave girls. Two clamps held her left leg firmly when they were tightened. Her wrists had already been tied with rope. It was a tradition that a girl about to be branded be secured with rope and not straps. The rope had been applied very tightly. She wasn’t supposed to be able to touch her fresh brand after it was applied. Master Ralph gently pushed her head down until it was level with her naked thigh. A rope was placed around a ring of her collar and tied to keep her head down.

She could turn her head just enough to be able to see her soon to be marked left thigh. She couldn’t stop sobbing. Master Ralph was pumping the bellows to the hot coals. They glowed even more brightly. He removed the hot iron from its bed of coals. It was a letter S for slave girl. She wanted to shut her eyes, but couldn’t make them close. In horror she watched the iron approach her naked thigh. She felt the heat of the iron approaching her. She froze in place and braced herself for the terrible pain to come. She felt the heat getting closer and hotter. She tried to shut her eyes again, but to no avail.

Suddenly a familiar voice rang out in the large room. It was a voice long used to commanding men and being obeyed. “At this time I wish to redeem my DAUGHTER. According to the Law, I may do this. Are there any objections?” There were none. Stinky fainted.

She awoke in a tub full of warm water. It felt wonderful on her abused body. Kayla and Karen were looking on in sympathy. She heard the voice of Master Ralph. “Kayla or Karen will one of you sweet girls come into the next room, please. It is not proper that I be present at a free girl’s bathing, unless I should happen to be married to her.” Kayla returned with a certain tool. The still only half awake Stinky felt a sting on each nipple. She looked down and saw Peggy remove the last nipple ring. After washing her hair, she poured two buckets of warm water over the sputtering girl.

Kayla and Karen helped with the drying of their former slave girl companion. She flinched every time the towels passed over one of her fresh whip marks. Peggy produced upper and lower under garments. She helped the naked girl step into a lower undergarment for the first time in a year.

“The auctioneer had these washed and saved in case you might need them again. They are your old undergarments Mistress.” Alicia brought in a plain, but well made tunic. It was her first tunic in many months that didn’t have disrobing ties at the shoulders.

“You may keep this ANNETTE, your father has given you your old name back.” Annette found herself crying again. Alicia produced a key and removed the collar around her neck. She was now officially free again. Her neck felt strangely bare.

Ralph entered the room. Annette held no grudges. “Thank you for taking care of me for a year, ah, Sir Ralph I guess it is now. Strangely enough, I enjoyed myself most of the times. And the times that I didn’t were usually my fault. Ha, ha.” She looked over at Kayla who laughed with her.

Her father walked into the room. “Happy Birthday, daughter.” Annette stared at him for a minute and then rushed into his arms and hugged him ever so tightly. It was a long time before she could release him. She feared she was just in a dream brought on by her beating.

Preparations were made for the ride home. The General had brought her old pony with him. “I hope that you still remember how to ride, daughter Annette.” She climbed into the saddle and gingerly lowered her striped backside down. To put it mildly, her ass hurt but didn’t mind. She was going home.

“Yes father, I still know how. For some reason I don’t remember how hard these saddles are. I can’t seem to get comfortable. It hurts, but it is a good hurt. I am going home.” Parent and daughter laughed. “We had better ride faster, before I remember any of the four letter words that Sir Ralph whipped out of me with such ease.”

They rode up to the Spring Valley Farm. As she dismounted, Sharon and Sheri crashed into her. “I know you won’t believe me, but I really missed you two.” She didn’t complain a bit when their tight hugs fell on her recent whip marks. She managed to hug both of them at the same time.

Lady Gina was the last to welcome her home. Mother and daughter hugged for a long time. Her mother finally pulled away when she realized that Annette was still hurting. There was a large birthday cake waiting on a table. This time it stayed with Annette.

The next two years passed quietly. Annette spent as much time with her sisters as she could. They became incredibly close. On special occasions, she and her father would ride over to the Vineyard of Robert. Annette made sure to visit her old friends Kayla and Karen. She considered them friends and not slave girls. She would not permit them to call her Mistress. She even let them take Sharon and Sheri for rides in one of the carts. She insisted on running along side, to see if she could still keep up. She still could. She was proud of that.

Gina and the General watched all of this. They were happy that the General’s plan had shocked Annette into being a better person. Her old friends were just as surprised. The term witch spelled with a ‘B’ was never heard again.

It was then that hell came to the Spring Valley Farm. Annette heard screams of alarm in the night. It was coming from her sisters’ room. She heard the clash of steel on steel and the cries of wounded. Rushing into her sisters’ room, she found four men binding her struggling sisters. They didn’t see her coming. They heard an inhuman cry of rage as a fiend with an urn that weighed almost as much as her over her head, charged them. She crashed it down on the leader’s head. He died instantly. She charge the remaining three with only her finger nails for weapons. She kicked another where it would do the most good. She did her best but it wasn’t enough. She was beaten unconscious. Fortunately , they thought that they had killed her. She was left behind as the men dragged off her still struggling sisters.

When she awoke she was being held by her crying mother. “Thank goodness, you are still alive. They took your little sisters and fled. The General has summoned the Guardsmen. He couldn’t pursue, they crippled the horses in the main barn. They killed two of our people breaking in.”

When the General came to her, all she could say was, “Father, I am so sorry. I tried my best. I hurt one real bad, but it wasn’t enough. Have you had any luck at all?”

“No daughter, I have not. Every available Guardsman is out searching. I know you tried. Don’t look in a mirror right now. You have two black eyes. One is swollen shut. You did all that was humanly possible. I am proud of you, but I do wish you hadn’t hit that one so hard. I would like to have been able to question him. You killed him instantly. How in the world did you manage to pick up that heavy urn and hit him with it?”

“I don’t know father. It didn’t seem heavy at the time.”

It was The next day. Nothing had been heard about the kidnapped twins. The General, since nothing more could be done, decided that the three of them would travel to the birthday party given yearly in memory of the missing Sonya at the Vineyard of Robert. The General had suspicions about Bracchus, who would be at the party. He wore his sharpest sword. As it turned out, he wouldn’t need it.

It was then that a girl dressed as a fine lady walked up to Annette. She didn’t recognize her at first. “Annette, I am so sorry to hear about the abduction of your sisters.” The girl hugged Annette. It was Amanda. She no longer wore a collar.

Annette looked closer. The girl was in a family way. “Congratulations, I see that you are expecting. What has happened to you since our last meeting at the Vineyard of Robert?”

“I extended my contract for another year, but before it was up Aaron and I canceled it and made more permanent arrangements. We were married in a private ceremony with no reception.” Amanda departed and left them watching the crowd.

Still watching the crowd, the General could see Bracchus standing off to one side with four armed guards. It was then that he noticed a pretty redheaded girl leading a white horse toward Bracchus. She was wearing a sword, which seemed strange to the General. A pretty blonde girl who he suddenly recognized as Tomasina was walking beside her. The four guards moved to block her path. Suddenly they noticed that her horse had a horn on his forehead proclaiming him a Unicorn. The girl said something to the four guards. Even at the distance he was standing from them, the General saw them turn very pale and suddenly turn and leave Bracchus alone.

She spoke to Bracchus for a while. She then reached over to him and removed something that looked like a key from around his neck. He had seemed to be frozen in place. Suddenly he moved and rushed over to two of his retainers who had just arrived leading several horses. All departed rapidly.

It was about this time that the slave girl Kayla came up to the somewhat the worse for wear Annette and informed her that she was needed at the house. Annette spoke. “What is going on with Bracchus and that pretty girl RIDER?“

Kayla replied with one word. “JUSTICE!”

Still not knowing what was up, Annette walked slowly over to the main house. She noticed two recently arrived King’s Guards standing there. Annette was ushered onto the porch. For a second she didn’t recognize the two young girls, who were also somewhat the worse for wear, standing there. “Hello, big sister!” Annette lost it at that point. All she could do was cry and hug her two little sisters.

“How is this possible? How did you get here?”

“Did you see that pretty redheaded girl with the beautiful white horse? Annette nodded. “She rescued us from the dungeon of Bracchus.”

“How could a mere girl like me rescue you from Bracchus and all his guards? Never mind I just realized that she is a RIDER. ”

“Well she did have some King’s Guards with her, but they didn’t have to do anything. As you saw, that white horse of hers is really a Unicorn. She is a RIDER. It wasn’t a bit pretty at the House of Bracchus. She just looked at the house and it collapsed in on itself. If she hadn’t found us, we would have been crushed in the ruble. We pointed out the three men who had whipped us. The King’s Guards wanted to arrest them, but she just looked at them and one at a time and they turned into sand.”

Lady Alicia turned to Annette. “I think it is time to get the General and Lady Gina. I think that you had better wait to give them the good news until you get back with them.” By the time Annette returned with her parents, other events had taken place.

The first thing they saw was Robert, Alicia, Sondra and the redheaded girl embracing. Lady Alicia found time to dry her tears and be the perfect hostess. Pointing to the redheaded girl, she said simply, “This is our other daughter Sonya. She has just returned and has a present for you that she found in the dungeon of Bracchus. She pointed to the door of the house and Sharon and Sheri ran out into the arms of their parents. There was a lot of happy tears for awhile.

The General tried to excuse himself. He was touching the hilt of his sword. “I must catch up with Bracchus. If you will excuse me, I have certain matters to discuss with him over steel.”

It was then that Sonya spoke, “NO! I have first claim on him. I want him to live a long and unhappy life in near poverty. I left him with virtually nothing. I have destroyed his house and freed his slaves. I am dividing up his land among the freed slaves and a portion to my parents. I also hold the key to his vault. It will be weeks before anybody can dig down to it.”

Sharon spoke, “We are happy to be home father and we like what the way the RIDER punished our abductors. Your sword would have been more merciful.”

There was no more debate. It was a time of happiness.

Epilogue: Tomasina Visits

It was some years past the previous events. Annette and her parents were enjoying a quiet late afternoon on the front porch. Annette was showing her sisters a card game that young ladies played when socializing with other young ladies. Gina was snuggled up against the General.

A rider on a white horse was approaching. It was ridden by a pretty blonde girl. She was wearing a sword, which girls normally didn’t do. She was leading a younger white horse. She rode up to the house. “Greeting General. Greetings Lady Gina, Sharon and Sheri. Greeting Annette, I have brought you something. I was hoping you would take a ride with me.

“Greetings Tomasina,” said the General. “That is a beautiful horse. Welcome, dismount and have a glass of wine with us. It has been a long time. You have been away for some time.” Tomasina dismounted and sat down on the porch. She took a glass of wine and watched Annette and the young white horse.

Annette looked at the beautiful young horse. She immediately mounted it. It accepted her. It spun around and again faced the porch. There was a horn in the middle of its forehead. The other horse, that had been ridden by Tomasina also had one now. They were both Unicorns.

“You see, Annette, I want you to ride to the Mountains with me.”