Accidental Ponygirl

For hours they traveled. The girls, still standing all this time, swayed this way and that as they rounded curves and climbed hills. Eventually the rural highways gave way to city streets. They tried to peek out through the slits to see where they were headed, but couldn't get the right angle to see anything at all. The truck soon found itself locked in stop and go traffic. Nicole couldn't help but wonder about all the ordinary people in the cars around her, just going about their day, while behind these thin metal walls a dozen girls quaked with fear and exhaustion heading to their fate.

Finally their journey ended. They pulled into a warehouse and waited for the rear door of the trailer to open. When it did, Achilles pulled them out one by one and chained their stocks together neck to neck. Once everyone was in line he addressed the girls.

"Alright cunts, sadly today will be the last day that you ever see me. You all will be the featured lots in tonight's auction. Before then you will be made available for inspection by the prospective bidders. I suggest that you be on your best behavior because any slave that doesn't meet the reserve bid will be sold to Colonel Beauregard. You should know, Colonel Beauregard has lost his four sons in the war against Ionia and he is dead set on making any Ionian he meets completely miserable. So stand tall, be disciplined, and this time tomorrow you'll find yourself in the possession of your new masters." He picked up the chain of the first girl in line. "Now, march! Knees up! Left, right, left!"

He guided them outside into the bright daylight. Nicole squinted against the glare, but as her eyes adjusted she came to an abrupt stop. She knew where she was! She recognized the skyline in front of them, buildings she'd seen her entire life. They were back in New Troy City! From the looks of it, they were somewhere near the docks where she'd first been captured.

The chain of the girl ahead of her drew taut and yanked Nicole forward. She stumbled along, regaining their marching rhythm. But now there was a new spring in her step. Surely she could find someone who knew her and would vouch for her claim that this was all just a terrible accident.

They crossed a small rocky courtyard and headed into a huge warehouse. This time it was the Ionian girls who faltered and stumbled as they entered. Within the warehouse were rows upon rows of Ionian captives. Men and women, young and old, all naked, their necks and wrists locked in metal stocks like the pony girls. Their heads were covered by tight leather hoods and their mouths were stuffed with bright red ball gags. They bore the brands of Ionian slaves on their wrists and thighs. The stocks that held each one was affixed to a pair of short supports that kept the miserable slaves down on their knees. They all turned their haunted gazes to the newly arrived ponygirls, staring at them with looks of pity and horror. The ponygirls stared back, appalled at the treatment of their countrymen. There was no knowing what these people had been through, but surely it was pure misery. They were gaunt and weak. Many bore the telltale marks of a whip. And some of the more attractive ones, men and women, had dried cum plastered to their holes thoroughly fucked holes.

The ponygirls were led to an empty row of supports and each girl was forced to her knees as she was removed from the chain and locked into a kneeling position like the rest of the slaves. Then, with a mocking salute, Achilles left.

The girls waited, surrounded by the sobs and moans of the slaves all around them. Many of the exhausted ponygirls soon nodded off.

It was some time later that a few Aegean guards arrived and announced breakfast time. The team snaked their way up and down the rows, first removing a slave's gag, then tipping a ladle of water and a ladle of gruel into their waiting mouth. Any slave who was foolish enough to try and speak once their gag was removed was smacked across the face with the ladle and denied any sustenance - after the first few instances of that, everyone knew to keep their mouths shut.

Nicole watched as the row in front of her was fed and watered. She was starving - the last time she'd eaten was the previous morning. She gazed, barely hiding her contempt as the guards in front of her pinched and groped the slaves under their care. When it came time for the ponygirls, they ate and drank ravenously. But when one of the guards tried to pinch Buttons's nipples he was rapped upside the head by one of the other guards.

"Hands off these ones," the stern guard growled. "If you mark them up before the auction, the boss will have our asses."

So the ponygirls were spared some of the indignity of the other slaves while they were tended to, though Nicole was forced to endure one of the guards cupping her breasts while she drank from the ladle.

Shortly after everyone had been tended to, another set of guards came in. "Field slaves, you're coming with us." They moved down several of the rows detaching the stocks from the supports and chaining the slaves together neck to neck. A good half of the captives in the warehouse were lined up, including most of the men and several of the sturdier women. Many were so weak that they could hardly stand - they wouldn't last a month doing hard labor. Any of the poor wretches who fell to their knees was quickly set upon with vicious strokes of the flogger that each guard wielded until they stood up again. With the slow, plodding speed of a funeral march, the line of people was guided out through a side door.

Some time later the guards returned for the house slaves. The older, placid captives were taken away. They tried to hold their heads up high, maintaining some modicum of dignity as they were taken away, naked, hooded, and shackled together.

Next up were the brothel slaves. The younger, more attractive women, and some men, were led off, many with tears in their eyes and fear in their hearts.

Now it was just the ponyslaves. They waited and waited, anxious for when their time would come. It wasn't until late afternoon that the guards returned. "Ponyslaves, you're coming with us."

They were brought to their feet and chained together like the slaves that went before them. They were led outside. Nicole was relieved to breathe fresh air after spending all day in the stagnant, putrid warehouse. She looked out at the skyline of New Troy City, her heart fluttered with anticipation. Then her vision was taken away as a guard came up behind her and affixed a blindfold to her hood.

"We can't have you ogling your prospective buyers now, can we?" the guard said. "Some of them are high ranking members of government. They deserve their privacy."

They were blindly led along, their ponyboots crunching on hard gravel beneath their feet. Once they stopped they were unlinked from each other and taken away one by one. Nicole wondered if it was the last time she'd be with any of them. Despite them being her "enemy", she felt a kinship with them. They'd been through hell together, and in a way, she'd miss them when she was gone.

When it was her turn, she was led into something that seemed sort of like an open air stall. Her feet clopped on the wooden floorboards beneath her, and she could feel shaded from the sun by a roof overhead, but she still felt the breeze of the outside air. The chain on the back of her collar was locked to a ring on the ceiling overhead, keeping her standing upright. The chain between her ankles was likewise locked to the floor beneath her.

"Now you be good," the guard warned her with a pat on the rump before he left.

Once all the girls had been put in place a voice on a loudspeaker boomed an announcement. "Attention, ladies and gentlemen! It is nearly time for our featured event. We have twelve lovely, beautiful, trained ponyslaves coming up for auction in just a short while. They have been put on display in the forum for your close, personal inspection before the bidding begins."

Nicole groaned. It seemed this day would never end. She could hear the excited titter of the patrons as they entered the area where the ponygirls had been put on display. She jumped in surprise as she felt a pair of soft hands grope her thigh. "Good, strong legs on this one," a man with a haughty aristocratic accent remarked to his unseen associates. Nicole tried to remain passive as his hands roamed up to her butt and lingered there. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally walked away. But that was just the beginning.

For the next hour a parade of men and women filtered through her stall. They peeled back her lips to inspect her teeth. They pinched her nipples to gauge her response. They smacked her ass. They shoved fingers up her pussy. All the while they made crude observations about her like she wasn't even there. Nicole had never before felt like such an object.

She tried to remain calm. She tried to ignore them all. Then she heard one woman turn to her partner. "She has such beautiful, round hips. I wonder if they'd let us breed her?"

This broke her silent resolve as Nicole bolted upright and squealed in surprise and grunted her disapproval. The gathered plutocrats laughed at her obvious distress and the fact that Nicole thought she had an opinion in the matter, then carried on with their business.

Finally the inspections stopped and the auction got underway. The excited crowd gathered in the center of the forum. Chestnut was up for sale first. Nicole listened as the auctioneer read her age, weight, and measurements over the loudspeaker. Then the bidding started. There was a frenzy of offers. The numbers crept higher and higher - sums of money that Nicole had never seen before were pledged until, finally, after a few minutes the last opposition bowed out and the auctioneer banged his gavel. Chestnut was taken away to be prepped for delivery to her new owner.

Blondie went next. She fetched an astronomical sum before being taken away. Then it was time for Nicole. She had her chain unhooked from overhead and used to guide her up onto stage. She followed blindly along, cautiously ascending the steep steps with the help of her overseer. Her face flushed red beneath her hood as she heard the hoots and cat calls from the audience. The auctioneer read off her measurements. Nicole couldn't believe that she was standing here, naked, in front of all the richest and most powerful people in her country, about to be sold to the highest bidder.

The auction started. There was a flurry of interest as the sum crept higher and higher. Nicole wasn't sure whether to be flattered or horrified at the amount of money that she was worth. After the initial excitement, the frenzy calmed down. The bidding settled into a back and forth between two parties. She could neither see nor hear either, just the prattling of the auctioneer as he acknowledged their silent bids. It ended with a bang of the gavel that made Nicole jump. Just like that, she'd been sold. She was dragged off the stage and the next lot was brought out.

Nicole winded along corridors, following the silent pull of the chain on her stocks. She stopped in a small room occupied by a pair of handlers who took off her blindfold and freed her arms and neck from their steel restraint. She nervously looked around, hoping to see who had bought her, but it was just the two handlers wearing their military fatigues. They wordlessly folded her arms behind her back and trapped them inside an armbinder, drawing the laces until her elbows touched and she grunted in discomfort. Next, they trapped her legs together with leather belts around her ankles, knees, and thighs.

A bulky leather collar was fitted around her neck. It was uncomfortably snug, but not enough to restrict her breathing. Now she was guided to the floor. Sitting on her butt, she had her knees folded up against her chest and secured in place with yet another belt. Then she waited while one of the handlers left the room and came back pushing a small wooden crate on wheels. A mix of emotions overcame Nicole as she saw that the crate had been decorated like a big present. Shiny pink paper covered the outside of the box, and the lid on top was capped with a big bow made out of yellow ribbon. Apparently she was to be given as a gift.

The guards removed the lid and lifted Nicole into the tight confines of the crate. The pretty, playful exterior was no match for the inside, which was coarse plywood that surrounded Nicole on all sides, pressing her shoulders together and forcing her knees tighter against her chest. She looked helplessly up at the guards. Couldn't they help her? Why did it have to be like this?

They ignored her puppy dog eyes. In fact, before lifting the lid back into place, one of the guards grabbed a length of long satin ribbon and leaned over Nicole. He wrapped the ribbon around her hood, passing the smooth material over her eyes before tying it off in another pretty bow. With her makeshift blindfold in place, they pressed her head down against her knees and dropped the lid in place.

Nicole panicked as she heard the latches flip closed. She could hardly move at all. Claustrophobia overcame her and she screamed in distress. The box lurched and she sensed herself moving out of the room and rolling down a hallway. After a few twists and turns she found herself rolled up a ramp and into the back of a truck.

She spent hours in the back of the truck, overcoming waves of anxiety and fear. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like she would suffocate in the hot confining box. Her neck ached from being pressed down by the lid. Her feet ached from the pony boots that had kept her toes pointed all day. Her shoulders ached from the tight arm binder that kept her elbows pressed together.

The truck rumbled along their destination, every bump in the road sent Nicole crashing around in her tight prison. She felt herself roll down a ramp, which was followed by a bumpy journey over uneven ground. Then she was left to wait in silence. After a while, someone came to break that silence. Nicole listened intently.

"Now, sweetie, I know you've had a long day with your party, but I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to give you your present," an older man said. Nicole could hear him flipping the latches on top of the box. "She came in a little while ago. I got you just the one you wanted! Happy birthday!"

Nicole felt a rush of cold air as the lid was tossed off of the crate and the sides fell away, tearing the paper as they fell against the floor. The man removed the strap pressing Nicole's knees against her chest. "Stand up!" he ordered harshly. Nicole stiffly rose to her feet, uncertain about what would happen next. "Meet Princess," he said to his daughter.

"Oh, daddy, she's perfect!" the girl exclaimed. Nicole perked up at the sound of the girl's voice - it couldn't be...

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," the man said, then left.

Nicole felt a cable clip onto her armbinder near her elbows. A winch clicked, drawing her arms up towards the ceiling. Higher and higher she was pulled until her body was forced to lean forward and she was standing with her ponyboots just grazing the floor.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Nicole cried as the strict strappado wrenched her shoulders back and strained her joints.

"Let's get a better look at you, Princess," the girl said.

Nicole felt the bit gag loosen and fall from her mouth. Then the girl's hands went to the ribbon tied over her eyes, undoing the knot and restoring her vision. Nicole blinked against the lights of the room. She was in a barn. Bales of hay were stacked in one corner. A small cage occupied another. And standing directly in front of her, beaming with pride, was Circe - the 'friend' who had gotten her into this whole mess to begin with, and who'd run away at the first sign of trouble.

"Oh, Circe! Thank goodness it's you!" Nicole exclaimed. "I was captured and they thought I was an Ionian. They took me to this awful compound and-"

Circe lifted a remote in her hand and pressed a button. Nicole immediately felt the bulky collar around her neck constrict, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"I know full well where you have been," Circe replied sternly, while Nicole choked and gurgled from the crushing grip around her neck. "This was my plan all along. Rachel is my friend and, frankly, I don't like to share. So you had to go. Fortunately, daddy has all sorts of contacts in the government, so I was able to arrange for you to get the full Ionian treatment." She traced her fingers along the brand on Nicole's thigh and smiled. "When I saw that you were coming up for sale, I just had to have you. We're going to have so much fun together."

Nicole couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was no accident! She'd been set up! Her vision was fading fast from the lack of blood flow to her brain. Just before she would have passed out, Circe raised her remote again and pressed a button. The collar immediately loosened. Nicole coughed and breathed precious air into her burning lungs.

"How could you?!" she shouted. "You fucking psycho! I'm going to-"

Circe cut her off again with the press of a button. Nicole's eyes bulged out of her head while she silently strangled.

"My, my," Circe clucked. "Such foul language. We're going to have to work on that." She activated the winch, lifting Nicole until her feet left the ground, then she went to a wall and pulled down a long single tail whip. Nicole's shoulders exploded in pain as her feet danced in the air, seeking the floor that was just out of reach. Her pained screams were choked off by the tight grip around her neck. Under her tight hood, her face darkened to a shade of blue. Circe walked around behind her and uncoiled her whip.

"You may think your training was done, Princess. But it was only just the beginning!"

End - Part 1

In the next installment:

Princess begins her "real" training with Mistress Circe, whose cruelty takes our poor pony girl to new heights of pain and humiliation. And later, Princess attends a garden party where she learns the fate of some of her other ponygirl companions.

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