pony slave

He remembered the swirling, confusing battle. When he first realized that his opponents were women, he remembers thinking, he was sure of victory even thou somewhaat outnumbered. Still, he was thinking, they faought very well. Suddenly engaged in a sword fight, the slashing blades commanded his complete attention. Then it happened, so quickley he barely remembered: the flashing technically skilled strokes of his opponent, the searing pain from a slash across his right arm, the heavy blow to his head.

Wakening, the proud sergeant repeatedly shook his head, trying to clear his vision, then, struggling, he comes to full awareness . . .OH NO- am I paralized? No , visiopn clearing, he studies his condition: he is naked, lying on his back, strapped tightly to a table, unable to move. "What's this?" he shouts, "what's happenig?"

Someone in black approaches: a woman wearing black leather leggings, a short leather skirt with chrome wedges defining the pleats, a leather vest covering her silken blouse. "Be quiet" She commands. taking a needle from the nearby tray, she injects a drug into the sergeants jaw . . .numb, he has no resistance as she opens his mouth and inserts a pad, which she then straps to either side. Furious, the sergeant struggles for several minutes, unable to move an arm or leg, or even lift his head. After he lies exhausted, the woman slides some equipment over the table, up to his thighs. Rolling his eyes, he watches as she takes a thin leather strip and fastens it around his cock. He watches , amazed and helpless, as she slides a thin chrome tube over the cord, then stretches the coard and fastens it, stretching his cock. Then she takes a couple minutes to force his penis into and thru the tube, which now contains about 3/ 4 of his penis. As the sergeant strains to watch, unbelieving, the woman moves the equipment and clamps the tube into position. She then takes two thin wooden needles and positions them, just at two holes in the tube. Then the woman flips a lever, and the sergeant strains in agony as the two needles shoot thru his penis and out the tube. As the sergeant shudders in pain, the woman calmly inserts two thin rivets thru the tube and solders their ends, and then slides the equipment further up the table, to the sergeants chest. Quietly, efficiently, she procedes in the same way to attach small metal tubes around each of the mans nipples, extending them. He watches, completely helpless, as she pierces him and inseerts a ring thru each tube and nipple, and solders them closed. After sliding the equipment back to the end of the table, the woman in black approaches the sergeant. He lies on his back naked, shuddering , with pain shooting thru his body. She speaks to him in a very firm voice, commanding his attention: "You are now a slave" she says, "these piercings will be attached to a harness as a permanent control. The woman who defeated you in battle has claimed you, and so you shall serve her." She then injects the slave with a strong drug, quickly putting him to sleep.

Awakening the next day, the slave finds that his bindings have been loosened, permitting a few inches of movement. Struggling, he quickly finds himself still helpless, unable even to turn over. Lying there he becomes aware of the pain still running thru his body . . .bandages aaround his head and arm cover his war wounds, his nipples and penis encased in chrome tubes, pain shooting from the piercings. It seems like hours, probably only a few minutes before the woman in black approaches him. Even in his condition, he can't help noticing that her leather uniform does nothing to hide her body. In fact, it accents her feminine form. The woman tightens the slaves restraints, then takes a cotton swab from a tray, dips it in a disi;nfectant, and begins cleaning his right nipple piercing. The slave shudders with the new pain, so she stops and takes a few seconds to speak to him "relax" she says. "I know this hurts and that you are angry and in pain. Try to understand: you are now a slave. No serious harm will come to you now. We will care for your wounds, and then yopu will begin your new service. Try to relax while I cleanse your piercings and wounds." Amazingly, the slave found her words assuring and did relas somewhat as she gently swabbed inisde his nipple and penis tubes. After she finished, she gently patted the former sergeant and loosened his bindings. She then said someone would be by soon to feed him and left. The slave couldn't help watching the womans skirt sway as she walked away. Lying there, still helpless, he almost laughed as he thought of that. Once again , he tested his bindings, more methodically now, but still only a little movement was possible. Leather straps securely held his ankles, knees, waist, his wrists and elbows. . .even his gag held him down.

After perhaps an hour, the slave was startled to see a naked man approach, with small bells ringing somewhere. The slave couldn't help staring at this man's chest: he had a collar, with a small chain running down to his penis. Amazingly, this mans penis was also sealed in a tube, held vertically by the chain. A horizontal chain connected the man's nipples to the vertical chain, forming a 'T '. So this is the harness the woman spoke of, thought the new slave. OH GOD! As the man came closer, the slave noticed the source of the ringing : two bells were attached to the base of the mans penis, below his balls. No , the bells were where the mans balls were. He had no balls. Totally humiliating, thought the new slave.

Worse was to come , however. The eunuch took a tube from a nearby tray and inserted it into a hole in the slaves gag pad. The slave didn't even realize it was there, but was helpless as the tube was inserted deep down his throat. Then the eunuch pumped a lever on the tray, and the slave became aware of an unsettling feeling: he was being fed, and could do nothing about it. This was actually his second, and most important lesson : He was a slave and his wishes were totally irrelevant.

At the end of his fourth day, after another cleansing and feeding, the slave was rolled out of the medical room and down a long hall to a much larger room. He was aprehensive at this, but of course no one asked. The table he was strapped to was then rotated to a vertical position, and the male slaves who moved him disappeared. Then anothe woman approached : SHE was in a military dress uniform: leather leggings with steel guards, a short, pleated leather skirt with more protective steel pleats, and a chrome and leather chest plate, which did nothing to hide her feminine form. SHE was devastatingly attractive, in fact. Suddenly the slave realized that he was face to face with the warrior- woman who defeated him . . . his owner. SHE spoke very firmly : "you are my slave. I expect complete obedience from you. Any hesitation or resistance will be punished."

Then SHE took a form of pliers from a table and pushed them into the slaves nostrils and squeezed. The slave winced helplessly at this new piercing, performed by his owner. SHE then took a thick three inch ring from the table and inserted it thru her slave's nose, and soldered it closed. The slave found he had a humiliating ring in his nose, pushing his nostrils open, hanging across his lips. Then SHE took a chrome band from the table and squeezed it around his penis, behind his balls. Then SHE took two bells and attached them to this band. The slave was belled. Finally SHE took a thin chain from the table; attached to this was a colar, which SHE placed around the slaves neck and permanently fastened. SHE then perrmanently attached the thin chain to the ring on the slaves penis tube, and connected the cross chain to his nipple rings. The slave knew : he was in harness. SHE spoke again, in a very firm manner: "do not resist, slave."

SHE then hooked two fingers in the slave's nose ring, and released the gag strap. SHE firmly pulled the ring forward, pulling the slaves head down, demonstrating HER control. As SHE began releasing the slaves bindings, he thought "can I escape now?' Do I have the mental strength to pull thru the nipple pieercings?' Then "the penis piercings are impossible. I can not.'

So the slave was passive as SHE released him from the table, bound his arms behind (he didn't realize it at the time, but the wrist bindings were permanent -he would have no further use of his hands) and attached a leash to the center of his harness, and led him away. SHE atttached the leash to HER saddle, mounted the horse, and slowly rode away. The slave half ran, hlaf walked beside the warrior woman's horse. Quietly, he thought of his situation : helpless, humiliated by his nakedness, the penis tube, the slave bells ringing away below his balls . . . he was a slave.

After a journey of a couple miles (and a lifetime) he was led into a large barn. On the left side was a row of large stalls, containing many fine horses. On the right, a row of smaller stalls, inside which the slave was horrifed to see naked men lying, their chest harnesses connected to rings in the floor. God, what are they doing to me, he thought? SHE led HER slave into an empty stall, commanded him to kneel, and short leashed him to a ring. SHE left.

After a long, long night lying in straw, the slave was actually relieved to see his owner enter the stall. SHE took him by his leash and led him outside to a trough the horses fed from. Commanded to kneel, and recieving encouragement from three quick , sharp lashes from HER thin, short whip, the slave knelt before the feeding trough and looked inside. After SHE released his muzzle, the slave leaned over the trough without further instruction and began to eat. It was fairly good, actually. A kind of grain with milk, and even pieces of fresh fruit.

A sting of the whip instructed the slave to kneel up, and turn to face his owner. SHE sternly instructed the slave as to his future life : for the most part he was to serve as a pony for HER troops, while the real horses were saved for more important duties. He was to be harnesed to a cart and pull. all day. every day. The slave started to object when he found a bridle being fitted over his head. As the bit fell before his mouth, SHE lifted his nose ring and inserted the bit. It seemed to fit in place almost comfortably, untill SHE tightened the strap behind his head. The slave grimiced as the bit pulled his cheeks back. Other straps were fitted below the slaves chin and across his face. He was amazed to find himself thinking 'the bridle is actually comfortable.' After the reins were fitted, he was led over to a hitching rail and bent over. As his owner held his harness, another slave pushed the base of a bushy tail deep inside his butt. This was totally beyond anything the slave had ever experienced, or even thought. And yet the slave found the violation of his body somehow pleasurable. The slave then stood as the harness for a cart was fitted : a wide leather strap around his waist, another around his upper chest, with vertical straps running over his shoulders and thru a ring in his tail before being buckled in front. Then his arms were pulled up behind and attached to the chest strap, and they were finished : the slave was harnesed and bridled, ready to go. Fully aware of the plug in his butt, the tail swishing behind, his bells ringing, the slave was led to a waiting cart, where he was harnessed next to another pony- slave. A jerk of the reins and slash of a whip, and the new team was off - to pull load after load forward to the troops.

Fouar days later, the slave was relieved to be instructed by his owner that it was a 'rest ' day . . . after SHE carefully and gently cleaned him, the slave noticed that SHE was resting her finger over his still tender nipple, and SHE gently carresed it. Then HER right hand reached down below his penis tube and held his balls. Firmly but gently, SHE held and massaged him. Then SHE told him : " I prefer that you keep these to maintain your beast strength. any serious disobedience, however, and they will quickly be removed. Do you understand?" The slave nodded his understanding, and moaned with relief at the ball massage, but soon realized, painfully, that the tight penis tube prevented any male pleasure. He was a slave, totally controlled.

That night, after another bathing, his owner led him by his harness- leash up to her private bedchamber. Commanded to kneel, she attached his leash to the bed and took his nipple rings in her hands - looking into his owners eyes for the first time, the slave realized that it was right, they belonged togeather, strong woman and slave. Sleeping on the floor beside his owners bed that night, he was content.