The next morning, they returned and once more released his feet, again the table turned and went along the conveyor to a large communal room, here they replaced the gag quickly with a hollow but firm tube, they pushed feeding and water tubes through and down into his gullet. He started to weep, and wept even harder when they removed both blindfold and ear protectors. "Now, little slave," slave what did they mean, and God did they know his stomach could only hold so much. "That mush we feed you is special, all the nutrients to keep you nice and healthy, plus some steroids to keep you from getting skinny. We want you strong and fast." Finally they removed the tubes, he could hear the cries of other terrified men and women, if not see them. They brought a table with a beautiful woman attached to it to stand in front of him they manoeuvred them so that they stood toe to toe and linked the two together. "You two are a matched pair both virgins," how did they know he was a virgin was there a test, the only person who knew was his therapist and perhaps his admin staff. They now freed their heads from the table and forced them together in a kiss lips to lips and fastened bands round them to hold them in place. Both tables now moved along the conveyor belt, to another large room, they freed them from the table here, and thrust dildos into their rectums. Now the harness were put on them, all matching with gold inlay. A long box, lay waiting to receive them they struggled but were soon confined and the box the slavers loaded onto a truck, with other similar boxes each containing a slave or groups of 2 or more slaves. The truck moved off, the driver grinned training would start for them soon, and his slave waited back at the training centre obedient and in the severest bondage. Hours later the truck turned and entered the grounds of a rather large stately home, or that's what it looked like from the outside, inside and more particularly in the basement areas slaves suffered painful tortures and training sessions, before moving upstairs to the auction room to be sold off like cattle.

"Ah, yes, Toni and Paul. Forget those names, you will answer to Titface and Peepee. We'll alter you in many ways, to start with your bodies Titface will have those melons enlarge to 64J, Peepee will also find he sprouts 64J melons handy for punchbags." They were now separated and led to what the trainers said were stalls, straw covered the floor and grooms forced them into the harness they would wear at all times, fastening them so that their breath came in panting gasps. Their feet they forced into impossibly tight boots which ended on in a human foot but forced them up on tiptoes as the their toes rested on what looked like a horses hoof. "Yes, you are now ponies and you will learn to run pulling carts or carrying jockeys, you will race and win or else." Now they removed the tube and thrust bit-gags between their teeth, the gags had a large hole in the middle, which now received the tube as it was once again forced down their gullets, a bridle was attached wrapping over their heads. As he had habitually worn his hair long, it was now gathered and thrust up through the hole on top of the bridle. The girl was similarly dealt with. "Eventually, your manes will grow to fall to your waist, when it grows so long that you are in danger of tripping over it we'll cut it to waist height and use the excess to make your tails and you can guess where we'll put that." The groom fastened leading reins to the bit-gags. "When I pull you follow, or I'll whip the hide off you with this." He held up a bullwhip and led them out and across to what he laughingly called the vetinary surgery.

"We call it that because to us you're just slaves and as such you have no rights." The man introduced as the vet looked up with him was a gloriously beautiful statuesque woman.

"Ah, yes my newest additions, I believe I mentioned that both of them were to have 64J breasts, implants only, I want him especially to be able to get aroused about what we're doing. You I think know my cousin, Elisabeth Forester!" Oh, god he thought, I was right the administrator. "Oh and oh yes, the law's just been changed I've registered you on our books as slaves, and the law now considers those who have registered or now are sentenced as slaves to well, I think we know where you stand don't you?"

"Right! You Titface! Get on the table," the girl trembling did as she was told, they forced here to lie on her back, without any more fuss the vet cut into her quickly implanting the silicon bags and sewing her up. Once they allowed her up the groom massaged her tits, making her squeal has he pierced her nipples and inserted heavy gold rings in them, then moved on and pierce her septum placing an iron nose ring to hang down, he linked chains between it and her nipples saying that it would help her breasts get used to the new weight. "You! Peepee! Am I going to have to wait all day, get up here! Now!" the same procedure and soon both Titface and Peepee sported rings in nose, nipples and even down between their legs, in Peepee's case just above his stem. They now infibulated both of them, eyelets went either side of her vulva and along his pee slit, chains then threaded through them to keep them tightly closed.

Another groom came in leading a single young slave. "Ah yes, I just sold this one. His new master wants him fully intact but he wants that sausage hidden from view, yet the boy will never be allowed clothing. So I thought if you could lie it on sack, then stitch the scrotum over it. You never know, one day the little runt will undergo another operation to either free his thing or have both it and his jewels removed."

"Up on the table, Piss Breath!" The boy climbed up, Peepee thought he could only have been around Eighteen. "I take it his owner will keep him on the emasculation drugs."

"Yes, we wouldn't want him breeding willy-nilly, would we? She has said that if she does decide to breed from him then he will be sent back for further training."

The groom led Tifface and Peepee out to another room, where they saw each of the other slaves being punished. "Some of these are being punished cause they were badly behaved, some cause the client wants to watch," Peepee could see men and women laughing and pointing at the slaves. "Others like you are having their hide whipped off them to demonstrate what will happen if they disobey." Trainers came and took them to the x-frames, chaining them in place, before showing them the bullwhips and giving them both a two-hour session of painful blows with the whips.

The groom now led Titface and Peepee back to their stall and tethered them in place. "Right your wounds will heal in around a fortnight, but right now, you bend forward at a forty-five degree angle and stay there. Don't think you can straighten up when I'm not here cause there's a camera watching you." He know plonked heavy saddles on their already painfilled backs and thrust tails made from artificial hair up into their bumholes. They leant forward obediently afterall what could they do. The groom made sure that the saddle straps were tightened so that all they could do was groan and left them to stew.

From then on for the next two weeks the only time they saw the groom was when he came to feed, them by thrusting the feeding tubes through the tubes in their mouths and pumping the mush into their guts.

Then finally they led them out to the courtyard where two trainers would break them into the saddle. The trainers clipped stirrups to their nipple rings and swung up into the saddle, accompanied by their squeals of pain as their tits took all the trainers' weight. "Ha! These two are going to know the pain of real slavery, the client buying these two when they've become champions, will keep them for breeding but wants them to forever suffer the most acute pain possible. Look over there, you two at you future master," Peepee looked horrified he recognised the man he had once called father. His father wandered over and tweaked Peepee's nose ring.

"I'll teach these two to betray me, thought I didn't know about you and this bitch," he said tweaking Titface's nose ring. "Embezzling from me is going to cost you dearly. Oh, Peepee, I nearly forgot your elder brother sends his lust, your a slave now and the law states that anyone can use you even your brother. In fact I believe that slaves are considered to be parentless, not orphans who lose parents, but to have no human parents and therefore no human rights." The trainers made them move out onto the tracks. The trainers kept them running until nightfall and then led them to a large room where an audience had gathered. Peepee saw that the two chairs then, they looked like the electric chairs used to execute murderers, but they had phalluses jutting up from their seats, one with only one phallus, he assumed for him to sit on and the other with two. His trainer took Peepee to the chair with one phallus and made him impale himself on it, straps now bound him to the chair, with one strap going round his head. He now watched the chair opposite him as they fastened Titface to it, her eyes had a despairing look in them.

"Your father couldn't stop, busy you know. However, he did leave instructions that you and Titface were to use these chairs every night after training and I thought it would entertain my friends to see you two suffer. You have to remain in these chairs at you father's request for six hours each night. The voltage isn't high enough to kill you, just cause a great deal of pain, so you will probably wish for death. Now, Robert," the trainer threw the switch and both of them screamed through their gags, writhing in agony as the pain transmitted from the chair through the usual points of contact and the phalluses proved to be goads. The audience roared with laughter and clapped watching them struggle to rise, some even came over and caress their chests, one even caressed Peepee's stem and balls. They both collapsed with relieve when the six hours were up and the trainer's removed them from the chairs and led them back to their stall.

More food pumped down their throats and they were allowed to bed down in the straw. Days and days of torment stretched out before them then finally race day and they were led out to the tracks to have a slave girl ride them in the races, the girls grinding their sex hungry twats down on the phalluses jutting up from the saddle and putting all their weight on to the stirrups. The girls forced them into line and at the signal laid their whips into their hind flesh, the race was on, it seemed to Peepee to take forever but at last it was over and he had finished first ahead of Titface with the rest following on behind. The last to finish a male pony, they made to stand with his legs splayed while they cruelly severed his parts from him burning the wound closed. "Doesn't matter anyway!" their mistress said, "I sold him to the local furniture store as a draught horse, he won't need those things there, in fact it's probably better he doesn't have them." Every day, they raced and every night they sat in those chairs and suffered to entertain her clients and sometimes his father was there to watch. This went on for a whole year, then came breeding, they led him and Titface out to a barn where they tied Titface down with her bum in the air and forced him into her. "Fuck the bitch, slutboy. Fuck her hard," had he a choice he took her again and again until he too was screaming his pain as he couldn't produce any more semen. Then back to the chairs and the next day only Peepee was led out to the breeding barn and he found himself yet mating it seemed every breeder-slave they had on the property even some of the slaves who'd once been men. Then each night he and Titface sat in those chairs screaming and writhing for the entertainment of the free.

Finally all those he'd serviced including Titface gave birth and each child would eventually become a slave like them. After the six hours on the chairs his father had a large globe brought in it was six inches diameter, he opened it up and close it round Peepee's stem and balls, they made Peepee stand and he watched horrified as his father plugged it in and switched it on. Peepee screamed louder than he had ever screamed before, oh God! the pain, the heat! Oh, no! He's cooking my cock and balls! Peepee watched through his pain as a similar device was placed over the genitals of Titface, watched her register the pain as she realised her sex was being cooked. Finally it was over and the two globes fell to he floor, his father waited for a while then opened each globe and nodded the gags were removed and he forced them to eat what had been part of them. Now the trainers made them bend and clasp their ankles as they chained them in place. "He's all yours John make him your bitch now!" Peepee saw his brother approach and screamed.

"No, John please, don't!" John lashed his whip down hard on Peepee's ass.

"Shut-up bitch!" John freed his column already standing to attention, at the sight, he took Peepee's hole with one hard thrust and kept going thrusting in and out as he brutally took Peepee down into the depths of despair. His father was also doing Titface's ass with equal brutality. Now they were freed to stand sobbing as their gags once again in place and collars and cuffs on them, with leashes attached they led them out to the horse box and tied them inside it so that they would have to stand and suffer on their way to their new home, the stables at his father's ranch to become bitches for the family and draught animals for the ranch.