The light was going and I had been spread wide and helpless for what must have been several hours awaiting Master’s pleasure. Time is fluid and flexible for a pony but not important, they certainly don’t give us clocks. I squirmed against the ropes to ease the strain in my limbs. The ropes had stretched a little since Ali had first spread me wide, not by a lot but enough so that I could squirm and ease the tension for a while.

I could do nothing about my breasts though. They were full by now and the ache just built and built. In the dim light I could see beads of liquid glistening at the tips of my teats. I had long since realised that whatever filled my breasts and pleased those that used me wasn’t milk but what it was I didn’t know. The taste was clean slightly sharp and it cleansed the mouth. Beyond that it did little for me but others seemed to find it more than pleasing.

A slave girl, petite and blond came in and latched a lamp on to the wall of the stable. It wasn’t bright but nonetheless held the night at bay. It was enough though to show the blue mark at the centre of her forehead that indicated she had been brought from Britain, that chilly province in the north. The whiteness of her skin contrasted strongly with the full natural redness of her lips and made the large dark pink aureole on her high pert breasts contrast so strongly that they were clearly visible even through the white linen of the shift she wore. Task completed she glanced furtively round to confirm she couldn’t be seen, then lent over me and suckled my teat. It made me moan with the relief of the ache and when she let her hand slide down my body to cup and explore my moist grotto. Ali had lifted my pudenda ring so it lay up on to my mount making my pussy spread and lift my clit to expose it. I could only sigh and squirm in a vain attempt to meet her hand.

She didn’t stay long, just long enough to sup from my other tit and ease its ache, making me wetter and more wanting than ever. I was to see her again the next day, naked, her forearms tied to the whipping stand half concealing those same pert breasts and her sweet rounded buttocks covered in red welts. Clearly though she was a valued slave, for none of the stripes had broken the skin so there was little risk of scaring. It was going to be long time though before the marks disappeared. I felt sorry that I had made no attempt to warn her that pony’s are kept under constant surveillance to ensure they don’t weaken themselves with masturbation. How could I? I was mute.

It wasn’t much longer after the girl left me that he came. His white toga seemed to shimmer in the poor light and to me he looked God-like in his beauty. The sweet pain his light quirt caused at cunt and tit built as the liquid that filled my breasts soaked its strands and increased their weight. I gasped and squirmed to escape its blessing but of course I couldn’t. The ropes, as I strained and twisted against them making my breasts swing from side to side, had no give left in them but straining against them magnified my pleasure and so I came again and again instead, spurting on to the fine linen sheets they had used to cover my bed for his benefit. My ejaculation was my gift to the God-like creature that owned me.

When at last he filled me with his member I heard the bed creak as I arched to meet him and I made him moan with the strength of my cunt grip. He fucked me long and hard and twice I fainted from pure pleasure, waking with delight to find him still pummelling into me. At last though he eased from my hot sex, then offering his cock to my lips to lick clean he said, “Good girl! Good girl!” It was a mumble more than words. Then he patted my cheek and, swaying as he did so, left me still spread and now leaking and wrecked.

My night wasn’t done though. Spread wide and tight still I was drifting towards sleep when the opening of my stable’s door made me open my eyes and see through a blurred film the Mistress, his sister, entering. Even as I watched she slid out of her robe and climbed on to the bed straddling my face. Without sight other than that of her neat pussy I was knew from the way she worked me she savoured every drop of the juices that filled me, using what was left in my breasts to refresh her mouth between the orgasms that drenched my face. If I had though my body was incapable of more pleasure, it disabused me but when at last she slipped off me, my tongue aching and sore from its duties, I fell into a sleep like death.

In the morning I was woken to an orgasm as Ceri used me a last time before releasing me. A hot bath and rub down followed before I was harnessed once more for my day's duties. I was a content and happy pony to say the least.

Few days passed when I wasn’t driven out to take Master or Mistress to visit friends. On occasions into Rome again. At all times it was demanded of me that I display myself proudly and it pleased me to do so for as hard as they worked me it was nothing when compared to my time at the mines and I was determined to give them no excuse to send me back. But if the carriages I pulled were lighter than the wagons I was still worked hard enough to ensure I stayed fit and firm. Though as I was regularly used, petted and spoilt with tid-bits I gained a sleekness that Master and Mistress found pleasing.

Life fell into a routine of work, pleasure and pain and at times the three became indistinguishable. Well suckled, well fucked and hard worked I nonetheless had time since my memories began to wonder who I had been and what I had done to deserve becoming a draft animal. I wondered too just how my body had been changed for I remembered the needle that took my voice and the one that brought me into milk. None of this was natural nor I suspect was the way in which I recovered from the hardest exercise or the constant need to be used, so there must have been other needles and procedures.

Master Germanicus and my Mistress the Lady Dianna, his sister, in the main only used me for local journeys. To visit their friends and relations who lived within a five mile radius. I learnt from listening to Ali explain to Ceri that the use of such inefficient transport as pony girls was a mark of their wealth and nobility. I bristled, proud of my ability to pull them swiftly for many miles but then I thought of the sun powered vehicles that the populace used I realised it was true. Even the Master used such vehicles at times to go to Rome. It was really only on special occasions that they used me to take them there.

It was on one such journey that I began to be aware that it was more than possible that it wasn’t just crimes against the state that made me what I was. Master had Ali harness me to the lightest of chariots and the day being fine he drove me to the house of his friend Master Julianus. It was a longer pull than normal but the road was good and relatively flat and he had ordered that today I wore only the most basic harness. Of course I was still helpless to do anything other than pull, but the light corset did little to whittle my waist and simply provided a platform for the quarter cups into which my breasts were strapped to keep them under control.

I enjoyed the day, the air was cool and the sun bright. The weight of the chariot seemed insignificant and the spring to my step that my hooved boots seemed to make the miles fly so that my Master scarcely had to use the whip. After what I estimated was about an hour he pulled me to a halt and gave me water. Suckled my breasts to relieve their growing fullness and leaving my butt plug and tail in place took his ease of my body. It seemed to be shaping up for a good day.

I could feel his seed trickling down my thighs as I strove to find the smooth stride that had carried me so swiftly for the first half of our journey. It took my body a good fifteen hundred strides to do so as I came down from my own massive orgasm. As I strove to find the equilibrium I had lost I wondered what my Mistress would think at the thought of her brothers seed oozing from me drying on my thighs. Would she bite her lip and take on that sulky look she wore when denied a treat or favour?

Back into the zone and fully recovered, I pulled Master into the courtyard of Master Julianus’s villa with the high prancing my Master’s whip demanded of me. He had scarce pulled me to a halt when he jumped from the chariot. As he came to the point where my blinkers allowed me to see him I noted a look of consternation on his face. In the light harness I wore today I was able to turn my head and see what had caused him such concern. The man I recognised as Master Julianus, his friend, was already at the open door and by his side was a woman naked save for stockings, collar and chains.

“Julianus! What’s going on? I thought you and Cybel were happy together.”

“Germanicus,” his face took on a slightly embarrassed look “I thought I would have this sorted before you got here. That pony of yours must have flown, big tits or not, to get here in such a short time.”

“What’s to be sorted?” Justine gave a sigh of exasperation.

“Uh! Well I might as well tell you the whole story for after all you are involved without knowing it!”

“What do you mean?”

“As you know I married Cybel very young. She was the daughter of a rich merchant who wanted to improve his status by marrying her into the nobility. I at the time was smitten with her and my family needed the money. Our senatorial qualifications were getting a bit shaky! So we married and she gave me two daughters.”

“A fine result then?”

I looked at the beautiful young woman with her large breasts cinched cruelly tight by the chains above and below them and her cunt bifurcated by another equally tight so that her labia was swollen and engorged to either side of it. Her face though was blank and she showed no emotion save when Julianus pulled unthinkingly at them and she moaned and squirmed.

“Time Germanicus, time. She has given me daughters it is true but no son and now her father is dead and she has become shrewish and demanding.” He was looking at my Master now with his face flushed and embarrassed. “In truth too I am taken with Dianna, your sister. A fine woman who’s standing matches mine. You and I are the best of friends and an alliance between our families would please both myself and my father greatly. And,” he added as an after thought, “any son she gave me would be my legitimate heir!”

“What are you going to do with Cybel.”

“Oh I’ve already started. I ‘caught’ her with a well hung slave. She’s been cleansed and now their both off to the mines.” He looked even more embarrassed now. “Of course I won’t let her stay there any longer than it takes to get her sorted and I’ll make sure she goes to a good home as a pleasure slave, maid or a servant of some sort. After all I’m not a monster!”

“Well it would be a fine thing to have you as a brother in law. In truth I’ve been looking for a suitable husband for her. But be warned Julianus, friend or not, I won’t let you pull this trick with her!”

“Germanicus! How could you think I would even contemplate such an action with a woman of the nobility. Cybel after all is only a plebeian by birth!”

“A thought has occurred to me. Perhaps we could make sure that Cybel, once trained, could come back as Dianna's maid or pony. The piquancy of the idea would help you find favour in her eyes.”

“Wouldn’t people talk?”

“Julianus! Who knows who any pony there was? We don’t know how much she was changed and we can certainly make sure that only we three, you, me and my sister, know who and what she once was!” It was at this point a sun motor wagon drew up and the tight chained but passive Cybel was bundled into its cargo area and it was driven off. Master put his hand around Julianus’s shoulder and they disappeared into the villa and I was left to be taken to be watered, fed and fondled until my services were needed again.

The journey back was a reprise of the journey out but this time my pony trained body was on automatic as I contemplated what I had learned of the ways of the Roman world.

It was several months later when Germanicus and his sister strolled into the stable yard to watch as Ali and Ceri washed and oiled me in preparation another day's work. Ali and Ceri were deeply involved in a murmured conversation so I tuned them out and concentrated on the other quiet conversation

“Marriages always work out so much better when they are between equals.”

“I’m sure your right dear brother. However, although I like Julianus, I do not love him. I marry him because it is your wish. It concerns me how he disposed of his unwanted wife.”

“I wasn’t aware of any liking you had for Cybel?”

“Oh I didn’t! It’s just that I’m concerned that he doesn’t try to pull the same ploy on me!”

“Dear sister! The pre-nuptial agreement will ensure that. And dear, dear sister. Once you have a son and heir to his estates, who is to say, (If he no longer pleases you.) his behaviour might not be found detrimental to the welfare of the state. He is a noble of course and we would have to be so much more careful but I have friends in high places and he has been rather high handed with Cybel, pleb or not.”

It was at this point a wagon pulled into the stable yard. The driver stepped down and saluted the Master before opening the tail gate and disappearing inside. “Speaking of Cybel dear sister, I have a surprise for you. By the time your carriage takes you to the temple for your vows, your own dear pony will be harnessed with pony here to pull it!” I watched as the naked figure was led from the wagon by a leash to her slave collar.

“Brother! You are so good to me! I think however, I had better give this pony to be a name, we don’t want to refer to her inadvertently in an improper manner.” The pony to be who once was Cybel had changed. Gone was the softness of freedom to be replaced by the hard musculature of the mines. Like me her buttocks were well developed and muscular and her breasts too were large and obviously full of milk. She looked around with trepidation but also with the innocence of the young, much as I must have looked around when first they brought me here.

“How about Luscious Lips,” his hand was checking her heavily ringed pudenda and automatically as I would, she parted her thighs to allow him easier access.

“Lusc! It cannot be mistaken for anything else, that is for certain.”

Master Julianus walked into the yard with his two daughters on his heels and a nurse close behind, pretty things all ringlets and rosy cheeks. He checked his stride but said nothing. His daughters jumped up and down with pleasure when they saw me for Mistress Dianna had taken them out with her on several occasions with me drawing the cart. “Can we go for a ride Mummy? Can we?” The oldest lisped. They were already calling her that.

“Not today children. Perhaps though we can go with Mummy’s new pony pulling us, when next we go for a ride.” Julianus looked on indulgently now as the two young girls danced around the pony to be. They showed no sign of recognising their mother, nor she them. It was no surprise, they were young and though Cybel had been a beautiful woman and if anything she was even more so, but now her lips were fuller, her eyes larger and rounder, her nose shorter and hair a honey blond. If they had changed her so her own daughters didn’t know her, they had also changed her, wiped her, so that she no longer knew them either.

But I knew her, I could see through the changes. I also knew that I could never tell her who and what she’d been and even if a stray hint of recognition floated like a small cloud on a wide sky across her brain, she would never ask, for like me she was mute.

A plug was eased into my pussy and worked until I gasped and moistened and then eased into my greased and prepared butt. It wasn’t an action necessary for the fitting of my tail but it was custom and ensured I was juicy and ready, but then I was pony and I couldn’t remember when I wasn’t ready. I let my mind stray to what I knew and wondered once more what I’d done to deserve being made over as I was, or perhaps it was simply who had I upset?

When at last we drew the wedding carriage, we were resplendent in shiny black patent leather corsets drawn so tight we both looked as though we would break. Our big breasts protruded through silver rings that made them swell even larger and our hands were in back prayers that were anchored to our head harness and so stringent that we were forced to keep our head high and proud. Plumed, bitted and blinkered we pranced and pulled, our tails swinging, the plugs on which they were mounted working us as we did so. All who got too close in admiration of the sight we presented were showered with droplets of our special milk and taken by them as a sign of good luck and the bride's fecundity. What did the bride look like? Who knows, who cares, we bitted and blinkered ponies did not.

I had seen two summers as a pony to Master Germanicus. I still sometimes pulled a carriage or wagon with Luscious but not often she had gone to the villa of Julianus and Dianna. The newlyweds seemed happy enough but I found it significant that when she visited, if she thought the Master had used me, she would find an opportunity to visit my stable and sup from my pussy even as I was forced to sup from hers. The last time she was to do this was around the Ides of March and shortly after, although Master had already taken me out once that day I was harnessed once more to a chariot so he could drive me to Rome.

I pranced in my best style, knees high and tail swinging across the forum but this time he drove me to the garden of Jupiter and there dismounted to greet an older man in a senatorial robe. They moved away but not far enough, my hearing is particularly acute. Perhaps this too is part of what has been done to me.

“Greeting Maximus Deucus.” The man’s cropped hair was iron grey and his skin leathery, jowls starting to form and his thick neck showing sinews but still he had the look and stance of soldier.

“Germanicus. Thank you for your promptness. She must pull you well,” his hand checked my thighs and buttocks.

“I could have been quicker but thought it best if I drove her in, it would look less suspicious.”

“Good thinking. Let us admire her whilst we talk. It will look more innocent,” nonetheless he looked round first to see if they were being observed. “There are appeasers in the senate in the pay of Carthage.”

“There are always such men.”

“Now though they are in positions of power.”

“Who are they.”

“We don’t know. We only know of their existence by their spoor. That is why I need your help.”

“What can I do?”

“At our bequest you have stayed out of politics and the senate. You are part of no cliche or club. Yet you have one of the most respected names in Rome and many would like your patronage. The appeasers would welcome your involvement on their side.”

“Won’t it be suspicious if I suddenly become an avid supporter of appeasement?”

“Of course but who would think twice about a hedonistic and wealthy young man visiting the fleshpots of decadent Carthage. Especially if you were a part of group of similarly minded young men. You would be our bait to trap these scum!”

“Even so they will be suspicious of me.”

“Of course, that is why we must make you look like an innocent abroad.”

“Am I to go alone then?”

“No, you must have servants, you are after all supposed to be a rich dilettante. However, your servants should be expendable, expect them to be replaced by Carthaginian spies. You are supposed to be an innocent abroad and unless you act precipitously, you should be safe enough.”

“It leaves me somewhat exposed and more to the point how, can I be sure of getting any information I gather back to Rome?”

“A good point. As well as protection for you, we need a letter drop, a way of dumping any information you collect and clearly we must not involve any of the others that accompany you, their only role will be as camouflage. We want them deliberately untrustworthy. They must be what they seem.” The old soldier's eyes turned on me and seemed to consider. “There is a way and perhaps this pony is the key.” He moved towards me and his hands checked me out, “Prime stock indeed! Such breasts and buttocks. And what a succulent juicy cunt! Yes a possible answer.” They moved further away this time and no matter how I strained my ears I could not hear what was said. Would they have cared if I had? Would it have mattered if I had heard what followed? I doubt it. I was a slave and stock. My loyalty or otherwise was irrelevant to them. They had ways of enforcing loyalty and soon I was to learn how and what they intended for me.

As I pulled Master home, my body on automatic, I chewed over what I had learned. Somehow my lack of memories and the supposed knowledge that I was a criminal, wiped and modified for the benefit of the state, by which I meant the nobility too, had insulated me against the horrors of my condition and my role. Now though I had time to see and learn about the world I inhabited and I guessed they were about to abuse me further and now I had nothing left to insulate me against the terrors of my imagination.

It was only a matter of days before a stock van came to the yard and I was loaded into it without warning or explanation. I knew this was the start of the unknown future that I had felt hung over me because my hooved boots were removed and given to Ceri by Ali to put in the tack shed before I had been loaded into it. It felt strange to walk up the ramp bare footed and when they raised the ramp and left me chained and cuffed on the straw I was unable to control myself and wept tears of fear and dread.

At the clinic, (I recognised it for what it was by the number of physicians and nurses that bustled about) without my pony boots I was just another naked slave. Immediately I was taken through into a private room and given a green drink. I guessed what it was but collared and cuffed I had no alternative but to drink. Instinctively I knew better that to let them know I knew anything about Carthage or that I seemed to have a role to play. I suspected if they did I would certainly end up wiped and cleansed again, memories were the only thing a slave can own and as such precious. As it was I had no certainty that this wouldn’t happen anyway. Still I gambled on the chance that they would not and meekly drank the liquid and the world spiralled in.

How long I was unconscious I do not know but eventually I woke to bright sunlight on white walls and the feeling that I had lain in this bed for some time. My breasts felt full and my bladder ached but I could remember my life, what there was of it and felt relief and joy. I got out of bed slowly, my head swimming but driven by the need to piss. As I bent forward to find my feet my hair fell forward and the sight of it stopped me dead.

Ponies do not spend much time in front of mirrors. From the reflections in the watering trough to the reflection I saw in windows when my blinkers allowed I knew I was beautiful. Even had I not seen odd glimpses of myself I would have known that just by the admiration and lust in the eyes of people as I pranced by that I was. But from when my hair had grown long enough for me to see its strands it had been a dark auburn in colour. Now the strands I saw were a bright beetroot red that was shocking in its brilliance.

I made it on trembling legs to the toilet and used it, examining the strands of hair as I sat and peed. It was then that I noticed my teats. They were naturally dark pink colour but as soon as I came into milk they had not only grown thick and large but darkened to a deep plum colour. Now though gold balls showed at the base of both and it was clear that they had been pierced by thick bars holding them ever erect. I looked further at my pudenda with its heavy ring and if before my little pea sized clit spent most of its life peeping shyly from beneath its cloak, it was now the size and colour of a small cherry and showed in its entirety, held proud by a bar-bell that matched those through my nipples. Gingerly I lifted my pudenda ring so that instead of hanging down it folded up against my lower belly and my clit stood prouder than ever! Tentatively I touched it and if before I had taken delight in its ability to be aroused, I knew that ability had been taken to a whole new level.

There was a mirror behind the sink and finished I stood and moved in front of it. I had been beautiful and now with my bright red hair that complimented lips, nipples and clit, I was exotic as well and the bar code and letters on my left breast showed why. Gone was pony, pleasure slave had replaced her.

I think they had been watching me, perhaps like the stables there are cameras. The old soldier and Master came in only minutes after I had washed myself. At that point I had no knowledge of how a pleasure slave should behave so I like the good pony I just stood passively and waited. “She’s had all the modifications additional to those of a pony. To all intents and purpose, she is a PS.” I wondered what they had done to me apart from having my voice taken from me, “However, the strengths gained as a pony when added to those of a PS will, after training, make her an ideal if at times a restricted bodyguard. It is the best we can do and with luck they will never suspect that or her other secrets.”

“I’m a little concerned about a slave with the strengths of a pony receiving combat training. It potentially makes her a very dangerous animal.” I struggled to comprehend what they were saying but the world ‘animal’ stuck in my throat as once more it was confirmed that to them, as much as they fondled and stroked me in a manner that I guessed would lead to them using me, to them that’s just what I was, a domesticated animal. There was a silence and I groaned and my head went back as two mouths clamped on the teats of my aching and laden breasts.

Between licks and suckles the old soldier replied, “Don’t worry, the pod incorporated in her clit can give pain as well as pleasure and at a distance. It's somewhat larger than normal and the reaction to your signals will be much, much stronger. After feeling punishment mode at full strength, she won't ever want to disobey you, she would beg to be whipped rather than suffer that. But if she’s checked out, as she undoubtedly will be, it won’t even raise an eyebrow other than confirm your just a young man with extreme tastes in PS’s, for other than the strength of the pain and pleasure it can give, its perfectly normal. Her real secrets are better concealed than that. May I? I find she has a strong positive effect on me and I am of an age when no opportunity should be wasted.”

“Certainly, Senator, perhaps I will join you and confirm the quality of her PS modifications.” The senator lifted me by the buttocks and well trained as I was my legs wrapped around him. and I gasped as a cock like a gnarled oak staff parted my labia and sunk deep into me.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” My fat clit was being ground against his pubic bone and though I was and had always been a sexual animal from when I could first remember I had never felt sensation like this. But even as I drowned in sensation I felt my Master's member push against my tight sphincter and suddenly I was the meat in the sandwich and my body went wild. But I tried to separate off a part of my mind away from the cataclysm of sensation and strove to concentrate on what was being said, I knew it was important.

“Her clit and its pin is also the receiver that will turn her special talent on or off. Nano technology has allowed us to incorporate a bio computer into part of her redundant brain capacity. Your aware that we all have such capacity?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “This allows us to record and download at a later date all she hears and sees. And when turned off is totally undetectable. At the right time the needle of a special unit can be thrust into a small mole, located under her hair at the base of her skull, for download.”

“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” I was bouncing between them, orgasms crashing through me. My Master's hands were working my tits and the old soldier, taking a break from his lecture had thrust his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it with total enthusiasm. Repugnant as I now found the act, as a slave and now a pleasure slave, I knew better than to appear anything less. I struggled to remain in that area divorced from sensation and arousal so I could learn more. “She has a large capacity for information but use her ability carefully.” I felt rather than saw a green aura around my vision. “Like a camera, she sees a green signal when she is recording, if it goes yellow she has approximately twenty-four hours capacity left before overload. You will have to agree to a signal so she can warn you in the event this happens.” He broke off at this point, for my body had taken over completely and I was wringing pleasure from the two pricks impaling me. The old soldier first and then seconds later my Master began to show all the signs of pre-ejaculation. My control had gone, rational thought had disappeared. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” grunted the old soldier.

“Yeeeeeeeahs!” Moaned my Master. The only sound I made was a high pitched scream. My only rational thought was that the impression of green in my vision was still there and at some stage someone would see the climax distorted features of the senator as he jetted into a pleasure slave.

Nearly two month passed and I was forced to learn much very quickly. When not learning all the quirks and twists of disabling or killing a man, I spent time with other pleasure slaves learning their tricks of how I should behave so that all came naturally to me. A month was not normally enough to learn either skill correctly but they kept me collared. It was a special collar, on the inside of it a flexible needle thrust into that mole allowing special, and from what I overheard, prohibitively expensive, bio feedback techniques to be used so that I learnt in weeks what could have taken months, perhaps years.

“What made you have her converted into a pleasure slave, she was such a sweet little pony.” I knelt naked on a cushion by my Master's side. The cushion wasn’t for my comfort but so that I would not have unsightly marks on my legs when I stood. His hand came down and lifted a breast and thumbed its nipple and I could feel the hardness of the fat pin that now transfixed it. I gasped silently at the sudden pain of his grip but didn’t try to pull away or to stop him. A chain snugly linked my collar to my pudenda ring and my wrists were cuffed together mid-way along it, making me support my breasts on my forearms. My buzzing clit made the former personally undesirable too as it was gently and continuously keeping me aroused. I knew that when I eventually I stood the cushion would be stained with my juices. It didn’t matter, as part of their duties one of the house slaves, perhaps the petite little Britain, would take it away and replace it with a fresh one.

“Oh she’s such a willing and enthusiastic little thing and though I’m looking forward to Carthage I wanted something personal of home with me.” It was said in an off hand manner as though it wasn‘t really important, just a whim in fact.

“Is she good?”

“Oh excellent! Exceptional in fact, a natural.”

“Show me!”

“Sister!”

“You’ve screwed slaves in front of me often enough in the past.”

“But you're a respectable matron now. And with child! A boy I believe.”

She put a proprietorial hand on a belly that was already large though she had at least three months to go. “Don’t be silly Ger, show me what she can do, what she’s learnt.”

He snapped his fingers and I rose smoothly and sinuously to my feet as I had been taught. “Facing me, cunt muscles alone,” he had already raised his tunic and in spite of his protests his cock was hard, perhaps because of me but also I suspect from the opportunity to show off before his sister.

I straddled his lap, with my pudenda ring held up by the chain to my collar I knew I gaped slightly and it made it easier as I sought the head of his member with my cunt. With a tilt of my hips I had him and working it with my strong internal muscles I lowered myself slowly down until it was full home. I was allowed to squirm slightly but not to pump or thrust. It was skill that delighted me as much as him for it extended coitus for a long time. I arched my back presenting him my breasts with my forearms and squeezing him harder still. I sought my teats with my fingers to offer them as well but it was hard to reach them because of the chains and because in the time I had been a pleasure slave, they had increased further in size though. Whether made to do so or if it was because I no longer ran as frequently as when I was a pony, I did not know.

I still regularly pulled Master in his chariot, supposedly because it excited him to have his pleasure slave do so and it was clearly true. But the prime reason was that my covert role of bodyguard demanded a greater physical fitness than that of a pleasure slave and being a draft animal was the best way of ensuring it.

“Agggghhh!” It was a low throaty sound around the teat he suckled and I felt his hot seed hose my belly triggering another massive spend. I sat for a time just rocking and squeezing as he regained his composure. “Clean me girl,” he said at last and I rose off of him and dropped to my knees and began to lick and suck him clean.

“Can I borrow her for an hour or so brother, I too would like to say farewell to pony. Oh! And by the way, you can’t just call her pony, she’s a pleasure slave now, she must have a name.”

I had more or less finished cleaning him and his voice sounded replaced and satiated. “Of course. I have to run into Rome urgently so will be using the car but I will be gone at least a couple of hours. I will be back though to host you and Julianus and wet the head of the son to be,” he ruffled my hair as though I were a dog, “and how about ‘Succulent’ it has so may lovely connotations don’t you think? Let me know once you’ve had time to think about it.”

Lady Dianne clicked her fingers and I rose smoothly to my feet again. “My old room I think, Succulent,” and gave a giggle as I followed her. It felt strange to be of a height with her, I wore tall heeled sandals but even so they did not give me the height of my sprung hooved boots. As I followed her cradling my breasts I could feel my inner thighs drenched with juice. I knew what was to come and I felt slightly disgusted at this second hand incest but what did I know, I was only an animal, stock. One thing was certain, I would not balk for I had felt my seeded clit on full pain setting as I had full pleasure, and if one dissolved me into a ball of bubbling sexual soup the other was etched in my brain to the point where I felt I would have rather died than experience it again.

She made no attempt to release my cuffs or my chains though she wore a ring similar to Master’s and I guessed being his sister it would have worked on mine. Instead she slipped from her robe and pressed her hard swollen belly against me. Her tongue sought the remnants of his sperm even as her fingers worked and twisted my nipples. I could feel the underside of her breasts, they were already twice the size they had been and their aureole and nipples enlarged and dark. Soon we were on the couch head to toe and as she supped I lapped. It went on for a long time and pleasure slave that I am I took my pleasure where I could. The excitement of helpless cuffed hands held between my firm and her hard belly, the mix of large engorged breasts rubbing pneumatically against each other, it went on and on. And I enjoyed and made no judgements.