Marie was considered by many to be a very lovely young woman. Her slender waist and ample breasts gave her a wonderful hourglass figure which was maintained partly with good metabolism and exercise. Her deep green eyes reflected the lights of the room when she entered making them gleam. Her rich red hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and blazed in the golden candle light.
She was wearing a simple red sun dress that complimented her flowing crimson curls majestically. Her open toed sandals showed her painted toenails matched her ensemble` perfectly. She truly was beautiful.
She was so fetching she even managed to catch the eye of one Mrs. Carol Stevenson, CEO of the company her husband had founded.
Many of the men and women at the gathering had tried their hand to impress the exorbitantly wealthy Mrs. Stevenson to no avail. They simply hadn't had anything to offer in her eyes. But this girl...She could see potential in her.
"Well, aren't you fetching."
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Stevenson," she muttered with a slight blush. She hadn't intended to impress anyone at this little gathering, especially not someone as powerful as Caroline Stevenson. In fact, Marie did not believe she was dressed in an enticing manner at all, despite the covert or not so covert glances she had received all evening.
"Tell me, is this your natural hair color?" she asked fingering the ruby strands.
"Yes, it is."
"Interesting. Very few women have such pure red hair naturally. Are you sure this didn't come from a bottle?" she asked with a sly grin.
The two women shared a laugh, but soon fell into a rather awkward silence.
Ignoring the girl's tension and the occasional stray glances, Carol continued to toy with the free strands of Marie's hair as she inquired about her life.
"I haven't seen you at these little functions before, did you just transfer to this branch?"
"Yes, Mrs. Stevenson. I used to work on the East Coast division."
"Did you ask to be transferred here?"
She had. She told her how she didn't care for the hustle of New York and had preferred the more freely acclimated structure of the Midwest branch.
"Interesting. So you don't care for city life do you?"
"Not really, it's always crowded and noisy, not to mention the pollution."
She continued to be prodded and gently interrogated by her boss late into the evening.
As the festivities began to die down, Carol invited Marie to tour the new offices.
"The entire division can be run from this one building."
"Really?"
She escorted the new girl around the entire complex, dizzying her with the grandeur of the offices until they reached the top floor and Mrs. Stevenson's office.
The first thing Marie noticed was that the office was bigger than her apartment, and more lavishly decorated. A huge leather sofa sat against one wall with a lovely landscape above it. There was a small but elegant conversation corner complete with three small round chairs and a small coffee table. The centerpiece, however, was the desk that sat in front of the majestic view of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the entire complex.
"Wow," was all she could muster.
"Wow indeed," chuckled the buxom executive, as she lightly locked the door.
"This place is bigger than my last three apartments!" Marie declared.
She stood before the incredible view and gazed out at the dying sunlight.
"It's getting late. I better get home."
"What's the rush?" She was closer than she thought she was. Almost behind her.
Marie stood frozen for a moment as Caroline's hands slid over her hips and up her waist, raising her dress and exposing her satin panties. Red, of course.
"Well I can guess your favorite color."
"Ummm....Mrs. Stevenson..."
"Carol," she interrupted as she moved up her body to cup her sumptuous breast.
"Carol, I'm really uncomfortable right now, I think I should leave."
"Do you really want to?"
She started to say "Yes, of course," but stopped herself and really thought about it. Did she want to leave? It was true that she was no lesbian and had never been with a woman, but something about Mrs. Stevens....Carol, intrigued her. The way her hands felt as they massaged her heavy breasts, the smell of her hair as she nibbled on her earlobe.
Did she want to leave?
No, she did not.
The next day Marie awoke in a giant four poster bed that she had never seen before.
She tried to remember where she was. In a moment of realization that caused her to blush terribly, she remembered the previous night's events.
She and Carol had made love at the office after everyone had gone.
And again in the elevator.
The parking lot.
Her car.
And several times in her incredible mansion where she now awoke.
She blushed again to think of her wantonness, to indulge in such behavior was not like her, especially to do so with her boss.
Her embarrassment got her looking for her clothes. Unfortunately, she couldn't find them.
Or any other clothing.
It was when she was standing in the middle of this spacious bedroom, totally naked and bewildered looking for something to cover herself with, that she noticed the young maid watching her.
She swallowed a scream as she grabbed the covers from the bed to cover herself with.
How had she not noticed the girl sooner?
She had been so still, so silent that she must have glanced by her several times while searching for her lost clothing.
She did however detect a slight smile on the young girl's face now that she saw her. It ticked her off slightly to think that the little upstart might be enjoying her predicament.
"I don't suppose you know where my clothes are, do you?" she asked hotly with more than a little anger in her voice.
"They were taken to the laundry room to be washed, Miss."
"Well, is there anything I can wear until my clothes are clean?"
"I can find you some clothes, if you like."
"Yes, please," she said, still blushing.
The girl left and returned a moment later with a dark red sheath dress and heels. She laid them on the bed and when Marie went to pick them up, she gently grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"You should bathe first, Miss."
"Look, I'll get a shower later. Right now, I want some clothes."
She was beginning to get annoyed with this silly little maid. The girl didn't release her wrist though.
"I'm sorry, but your bath is already drawn and waiting for you, Miss. Right this way," she said as she began to lead Marie toward a small door in the corner.
She dropped the sheet halfway across the room and yanked away from the maid to grab it and cover herself.
"Look, I don't need a bath, I just want to get dressed, dammit!"
At the sight of the anger in her green eyes, the young girl lowered her gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Miss," she said in a somber tone with a trace of fear.
Marie sighed as the girl's lip began to quiver slightly, and she apologized.
"No, I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that, I'm just a little embarrassed is all."
A slight smile traced the maid's small mouth at her words. It was only then that she noticed the shiny steel collar around her slender neck.
Without thinking, she reached out and traced the strangely lovely contraption with her fingertips.
"What the hell is this?" she asked.
It seemed so strange that she should have noticed it sooner.
"It is my collar, Miss," she said simply enough. She made it sound like an everyday thing, like it was common to go around with a steel band locked around one's throat. For it was locked on, she could see the keyhole in the back now.
"Why are you wearing a collar? Who put this on you?"
"Ma'am put it on me, Miss. She wishes for me to wear it at all times, that is why she welded it shut."
"Welded it shut?!"
She couldn't believe it. Yet, even as the puerile maid brushed her short hair out of the way so Marie could see the joint and hinges were indeed welded shut, she found herself intrigued rather than appalled.
"Who did you say did this to you?"
She was beginning to get a bad feeling now.
"Ma'am did, Miss. She owns me."
Raising her head to look Marie in the eyes, the young girl asked, "Didn't you know Mrs. Stevenson has a stable of slaves?"
Reflecting in the bath, Marie couldn't decide if she was horrified or excited.
She despised the idea of slavery. She had heard her whole life how horrible slavery had been for the men and women kidnaped from Africa, yet this maid, who's name she had learned was Cassandra, seemed totally at ease with her situation.
She also recalled hearing about fetishists who enjoyed mock slavery and others who went for a more real experience with their partners. She had never been interested in such things herself but had found the idea of people who were not only willing slaves, but eager to be enslaved strangely fascinating from an intellectual standing.
The whole concept was a bit too much for her to take in and had distracted her while she tried to bathe, so Cassandra had taken the washcloth away from her and, after rolling up her sleeves, began scrubbing her back and washing her hair.
"Mrs. Stevenson owns slaves?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss."
"Slaves, as in plural?"
"Yes, Miss."
"And you are one of her slaves?"
"Yes, Miss."
Glancing over her shoulder at the girl who was now massaging shampoo into her long red hair, Marie had another thought as she stared at her smooth, soft skin.
"You are over eighteen, right?"
"Yes, Miss."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen, Miss. I'll be twenty in April."
"How long have you been with Mrs. Stevenson?"
"Most of my life. My mother belonged to the late Mr. Stevenson."
"So he had been into this stuff too", she thought.
"She didn't...I mean, before you were legal no one..."
Before she could form the question aloud, Cassandra started to giggle.
"No, no one tried to do anything to me before I was eighteen. I was just a maid before then, nothing more. Ma'am even hired tutors for me so I would have a good education and could better serve her."
"This is all very weird. I had no idea Mrs. S was into this type of thing. Is that why she heads up this office way the hell out in the middle of nowhere? So no one would find out her little secret?"
"I don't know, Miss."
Cassandra had rinsed the shampoo from her tangled mane and was now applying a conditioner. Marie relaxed into her luxurious touch and enjoyed the sensation of having her hair cleaned by the young girl. Her hands were so soft, and her touch was feather light on her skin when she brushed suds away from her shoulder. It was only when those tender hands moved away from her scalp and traced down towards her supple breasts that she awoke from her dazed state.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly as small fingers brushed her hardened nipples.
Cassandra's short hair brushed her cheek as she bent to lay a small kiss on the hollow of her throat. Her small red lips caressed her skin gently. She cupped Marie's ample bosom delicately and lightly squeezed her juddering mounds bringing a moan from her lips. The young maid embraced her, bringing her out of the water slightly and nibbled on the delicate lobe of her ear.
As her tongue gently licked her ear, Cassandra's fingers began to toy with her sensitive nipples. Fondling her teats, the exuberant servant slid her tongue delicately into her mouth and the pair began to passionately kiss.
She slid a hand under the water to toy with her downy cunt, Marie broke their kiss and soon cried out with her orgasm.
Cassandra slowly stopped caressing her slick body and let her rest in the water, floating in more than one sense. Marie stared at her, shocked, and asked her why she had done that?
"That was weird to you wasn't it?" she asked her dripping lover.
"Yes, it was."
"But does the weirdness of it make it any less enjoyable?"
She could only stare dumbfounded at her.
"You did that just to prove a point?" she couldn't believe she had been outmaneuvered by this kid, let alone that she had just been brought to a wonderful orgasm by her.
"It's often the best way to make that point, or so I've found."
Ignoring her astonishment, Cassandra resumed her duties of bathing Marie. She was even so kind as to ignore the trembling of her body as she caused Marie to experience another small orgasm by simply rinsing her off.
Dressed now in the dark red dress and heels Carol had left for her, Marie was being escorted around Mrs. Stevenson's titanic mansion.
"This place," she said as she gazed about in utter awe. "I've never seen a house like this. It's huge."
"You haven't even been outside yet," giggled Cassandra. "There is a barn and stables as well as woodland and a large field for the ponies to play in."
"You mean horses."
"No, I don't."
Marie threw a questioning glance at the young maid and followed her outside.
Cassandra had been right. There weren't horses, but there were ponies.
Marie could only stare as she watched a pair of nearly naked women draw a cart toward her and her guide to this world of incredible eroticism.
Their breasts were secured in a network of straps yet exposed to view. Boots in a hard and shiny leather climbed to mid-thigh and ended in silver toned hooves that kept the girls on tiptoe. Their nipples were pierced and attached to their harnesses. The glint of silver was everywhere on them as well as the glossy black gleam of leather and latex. She had expected the sex of both ponies to be open for view but found them instead encased in terribly secure looking chastity belts.
As the team was reined in before them, she was able to see that their arms were fastened together behind their backs in an arm binder in the same hard black leather as their tack. She was shocked at the display and even more shocked from the arousal she was feeling watching the ponies' passenger rise from his seat in the cart and lead them to a hitching post to rest.
"Hey, Cassie." he said.
"Hello, Mr. Raymond," the petite maid said with a delicate curtsy.
"Who is your friend here? A guest?"
"Yes, Sir. This is Ma'am's new friend, Miss Marie. I was showing her around and she wanted to see the ponies."
The muscular stable hand chuckled a bit at that and approached them after having wiped down the two sweating ponygirls.
"Well, I don't see why not. This one is named Cinnamon," he said indicating the black pony gasping slightly behind her bit. "And this is Biscuit." Biscuit was as blonde as Cassie and tanned a nice bronze.
Marie only stared dumbly at the pair as they stamped their shiny hooves and snorted.
"Ah, they wanna run some more," he said and turned to untie them from the post before hesitating. He turned back toward Marie and smiled slightly.
"Would you like to go for a ride?" he said slyly.
"Huh?"
"A ride. In the cart. Cassie would have to ride with you since you obviously have never done it before and I'd make the load too heavy, but I'm sure they can manage and it'll be fun."
She could only nod and moved as if in a trance toward the cart as Cassie lead the ponies back to it as well.
She watched them being hitched to the cart and was fascinated with the entire process, much to her surprise. When Cassandra finished and hopped into the cart first, she hesitated thinking there was no way the two women could pull them both like this.
As if reading her thoughts, the stable hand whispered to her from much closer then she had thought he would be.
"They've been pulling me around for some time now. I weigh about two hundred fifty. If they can haul my ass around, you two girls shouldn't be a problem."
He gently laid his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed her into the cart.
With a flick of the reins and a clicking of her tongue, Cassandra started the team off toward the treeline.
What surprised Marie most was the speed the two were able to maintain pulling the cart. They were clearly athletic and used to doing this, but still it was breathtaking. She also noticed the elegant high-stepping gait they maintained the entire time.
She watched Cassandra turn them with a light tug on the reins. The perfect harmony of the pair was astounding. They moved like body and shadow, each seeming to follow the other in perfect synchronization. With the blinders on there was no way they could see the other, much less anything that wasn't directly in front of them. So they must have been working as a team for some time now.
As they crested a small hill, Marie found her imagination showing her what it must be like. She could almost feel the tight grip of the harness, her mouth filled with the bit. The sharp tug of the reins leading her. Even the heavy swaying of the rings in her nipples chained to her restraints. The bouncing of the tail-plugs of the two ponies was hypnotic. She felt herself leaking onto the leather cushion of the cart, as she hadn't been given any underwear when she dressed.
Sooner then she would have liked, Marie found they were heading toward a stable area were Raymond the stable hand was waiting for them.
As they slowed from full gallop to an easier lope, the two ponies were beginning to sweat again and their naked flesh gleamed as brightly as the leather and steel that gripped them.
Looking down at the small puddle of moisture that gathered at her thighs, Marie blushed and tried to think of a way to clean it without being noticed. Before she could do anything, she found they had arrived and Cassandra had already gotten out of the cart and was looking at her with a small, mischievous smile.
She coyly slid out of the cart, dragging the hem of her dress over the dampness on the seat, hoping to save herself the embarrassment of Raymond knowing she had nearly creamed herself on the run. She already knew Cassandra had figured it out from the little smile she wore.
"Told you it would be fun," he chuckled wiping the two girls down again.
"Yes it was," she muttered hoping he wouldn't see the stain on the seat or the patch of wetness on the back of her dress.
She watched, fascinated, as he toweled off Biscuit.
When he began to buff the metal chastity belt encasing her sex, the tanned pony began to rub herself against his hand and whinnied desperately.
It was fairly obvious what the flushed pony wanted.
He only smiled up at her and continued his work cleaning off her sweat and other moisture.
"Why the chastity belts?" Marie asked, a little choked and hoping Raymond would give the horny beast what she wanted.
"Well, without them they tend to rut around with each other as well as rub up against anything they can. So it was decided to lock them up so we can direct that energy as we see fit."
He laughed loudly as he moved on to Cinnamon without satisfying the aching Biscuit.
"Trust me, before we had them belted twenty four seven, they didn't have NEARLY this much energy or stamina. It was the best thing we ever done for them."
Marie wasn't sure if she was more horrified about all this or more aroused.
"So you don't let them have sex at all?"
"Well, Mrs. Stevenson might wanna breed them one day, but until then no."
Looking over his shoulder at her, with a twinkle in his eye he said, "But that doesn't mean they don't get to get off every now and then."
As he stood up from cleaning the ebony skinned pony, Raymond lead them both over to a water trough and removed their bits to allow them to drink.
Cinnamon seemed content to bend at the waist and drink slowly, while Biscuit collapsed in frustration and dunked her head into the trough.
"That'll cool her down a bit," he chuckled.
"So how do they, um, 'get off' as you said if they're locked in the belts all the time?"
She couldn't believe she was asking this! She couldn't believe this was happening! It was like some strange wet dream she had never know herself to have, yet she knew it was real.
"Well, every now and then, not too often, Mrs. Stevenson will take them out for a run and take the keys with her. I'm not exactly sure what she does with them, but at least one of them comes back with a BIG smile and more exhausted than the other!"
He laughed boisterously again while Cassie giggled and Marie stared at the two ponies.
"You see, she recently took them out again with the keys to their belts and Cinnamon came back with a smile and Biscuit with a few crop marks on her ass. I believe that is why she's been so frisky lately."
He seemed to think of something as he nodded his head looking at the pair.
"Yeah she's been acting up lately. Probably upset. I'll have to work it out of her though, before Mrs. Stevenson decides to whip her into shape herself."
The pair were moving around again. They seemed not restless so much as stretching so they didn't cramp.
Marie gazed at their moist thighs and couldn't tell if the shine she was seeing was sweat or something thicker.
She also didn't care if Raymond saw the stains on her dress or the seat any more.
Cassandra was serving lunch.
Marie stared fixedly at her short bobbed hair, but what she was really seeing was the elegant mane of Biscuit bouncing around as she pulled the cart along with Cinnamon. She couldn't seem to help herself. Everywhere she looked she saw the pair. Even as Cassandra had showed her the other sights in this bizarre mansion.
She had petted Mrs. Stevenson's "puppy", Bobbi. She had been adorable in her dalmatian suit complete with paws and a muzzle that attached below the hood with it's little doggie ears. Bobbi had enjoyed herself as she rolled over onto her back to have her tummy rubbed. Marie, however, had been more interested in the piercings that decorated the pup's pussy lips and clit. The bells on her nipples had jingled softly as she examined the tiny silver rings.
Before they had returned, however, Cassie had led her out to the barn to see the cows.
Marie had to admit she was turned on by the sight of the three women painted white with black spots, their breasts hooked up to the same type of milking machines used on real cows, forcing their breast milk to be sucked into the waiting collection jugs.
Now she was sitting at the small table in the kitchen which she had asked to eat at instead of being served in the dining room with it's rather intimidatingly huge banquet table.
As Cassandra set a bowl of salad and a small piece of steak before her, Marie gently gripped her wrist before she walked away.
"Cassie, would you eat with me, please?"
"Yes, Miss," the girl said with a warm smile.
"And please call me Marie, would you?"
As she sat across from her, she found the adolescent maid staring at her wide-eyed and strangely pale.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't call you by your name, Miss."
"Why not?" she asked extremely confused.
"Ma'am will punish me if I do!"
"What do you mean, she'll punish you? Just for calling me by my name?"
The girl only nodded and looked down at the tabletop. Marie reached out and lightly touched her shaking shoulder with one hand and raised her chin with the other.
"It's okay, Cassie. I don't want you to get punished cause of me."
"Thank you, Miss," she said quietly with a small smile touching the corner of her mouth.
Marie smiled back at her and went back to the meal she had fixed her.
"So tell me more about things here."
"What do you wish to know, Miss?"
"Well, tell me about those two, err, ponies."
"Biscuit and Cinnamon."
"Yeah, them," she said trying to hide her desperate interest in them.
"They have belonged to Ma'am for several years now. I remember when I was little they used to let me ride in the cart sometimes as long as someone went with me to control them. I loved those rides."
"Are they always kept like that?"
"What do you mean, Miss?"
"Well, don't they go to work, or see their families or something?"
At that, Cassandra dropped her fork and burst into hysterical laughter.
After a few minutes, she managed to regain herself and looked again into the wide eyes of Marie, who was staring dumbfounded at her.
"They aren't people, Miss. They're just ponies. They don't have jobs or families. That's just silly," she said with another giggle.
Marie continued to stare at her dumbly.
"You mean they never get a break from the fun and games here? They never get to be people again?"
"No, none of us do."
At those words, Marie remembered that with all the sights she had been showed, she still could not figure out how some of the girls could get out even if they were allowed.
The cowgirls, now that she thought about it clearly, had not been painted white with black spots, they had been tattooed white with black spots. There had also been hooves on their hands. Grafted on perhaps? She didn't know.
The image of Bobbi the puppygirl came to her next. The way her mouth had seemed a little strange inside the dog-muzzle now made sense. Dental surgery had been used to make her mouth fit a muzzle shape perfectly. No way she would pass for normal now.
As the sudden horror dawned on her, she turned back to the smiling Cassandra.
"Cassie, how exactly did Carol get all of you to agree to all this?"
"Well, I told you about me, but the others just wanted to belong to her. Cinnamon used to be a successful lawyer, or so I'm told, but when she met Ma'am, she wanted to be with her forever. Biscuit loved being treated like something less than human so this was the obvious solution for her. Even my mom loved Mr. Stevenson. He had her as his pet and bred her with a friend's pet."
"You don't even know who your dad is?"
"Nope," she said with a smile. "But then, I don't need to. I know who I am, and who I belong to."
Despite the sense of horror and dread she felt, Marie could not deny the intense sexual arousal she felt. Her thighs were once again touched with moisture at the thought of being one of Mrs. Stevenson's slaves.
It took her a minute to really feel the hand that was caressing her under the table. She looked into Cassandra's eyes and saw that same little smile at the corner of her mouth again. Deftly, the petite blonde maid disappeared under the table and Marie felt her slide her dress up over her hips and spread her legs wide.
As her soft pink tongue plunged quickly in and out of her aching cunt, her little lover's lips played lightly over her clit, teasing her.
Silverware clattered as she gripped the edge of the table and shook with the build up to her orgasm. She threw her head back and gave herself up to the sensations the young maid was giving her. She froze for an instant when she heard the door leading outside open and saw Raymond the stable hand walk in. A blush rolled over every inch of her skin as he smiled warmly at her. Cassandra never hesitated and quickly had her helplessly moaning as she began to cum.
Taking a sip from the beer he had retrieved from the refrigerator, Ray leaned against the counter and watched the red-head shake and groan as Cassie teased her to orgasm.
Only when she had finished thrashing in her chair, and all sound from her trembling lips had stopped, did Cassandra crawl out from under the table. The girl's face was covered in wetness thick enough to make Marie blush again. If her legs would have held, she would have fled from the room and their eyes. Unfortunately for her, she could not even move her toes just yet.
"Well, that looks like a job well done, Cassie," Ray said with a good natured chuckle.
"Thank you, Mr. Raymond."
After she had regained control of herself, Marie avoided looking at either of them. Staring at the floor, she was more embarrassed than she had ever been right that moment. It was even worse when Ray sat down next to her in the chair Cassie had occupied.
"The reason I came in was actually to ask you something, Miss..."
"M-Marie," she mumbled.
"Marie. Since you seemed to like the ponies so much, I was gonna ask if you wanted to take them out in the fields to graze."
"Graze? You make them eat grass too?"
"No," he chuckled. "Graze, in this case, means to let them meander about and stretch their legs without being run around for exercise or work. Kinda just rolling around in the grass and relaxing."
"Oh! Okay, I guess. Thank you."
As Raymond led her out to the fields, she glanced back to see Cassie smiling, nearly grinning, at her. Her juices still on the girl's face.