Accidental Ponygirl

Nicole wallowed in sorrow, alone in the crowded holding cell. At first she was hopeful. Surely Circe would contact her father and he'd order everything straightened out. The surly, one-eyed guard would return to the cell and apologize profusely for his behavior before finally letting her go.

But as the hours ticked by, hope of rescue faded. Now she clung on to the belief that if she could just explain her situation to someone willing to listen, then everything could be set right. The only problem was that no one had come by - not even the one-eyed guard who, perhaps due to his head wound, didn't seem to be all there.

Left to herself by the Ionian slaves, Nicole had plenty of time to take in her spartan surroundings. The holding cell was essentially a fifteen by twenty foot area enclosed by corrugated steel walls. There was open sky above and a bare dirt floor below. In one corner was a bucket, apparently intended to serve as a toilet for the women. Nicole noticed a few of the girls make use of it in the hours that she waited. Despite their quiet animosity, she, along with the other captives, turned away when someone went to pee, providing at least some minimal amount of privacy in the crowded cell. For her part, Nicole vowed not to debase herself by pissing in a bucket - not when rescue was presumably on its way.

Aside from the bucket, the only other thing in the cell was the 'dinner' that Nicole and Circe had heard the guard deliver shortly before he discovered them. There was a single long trough filled with a disgusting gray sludge placed next to a large tub full of dirty water. Nicole was nauseous just looking at it, but the Ionian girls, whose hunger had gotten the better of them, had each taken their turn at the trough. With their arms bound behind their backs they had no choice but to dip their faces down into the mush so they could slurp it up. They came up with the sludge stuck to their lips and chins, and disgusted looks on their faces.

More time passed. The sky darkened and a single harsh light mounted above one of the walls flickered to life. Heavy footsteps drew the girls' attention to the gate.

"Evenin' whores," the one-eyed guard taunted. "It's time to take ya to your next destination."

Nicole shuffled to her feet. "Please, sir. If I could just talk to your superiors I can explain ev-"

"Shut up!" The guard roared, drawing his stun baton from his belt. "If I hear one more word out of ya I'll fry your cunt till smoke comes out your ears."

Nicole stepped back from the gate as he waved his baton menacingly.

"Here's how it's gonna work. I'm gonna call you out one at a time and I'll get ya ready for the trip. Any funny business and you'll find out how Aegea treats their naughty sluts. Got it?" He smiled smugly as everyone, Nicole included, nodded agreement. "We'll start with you, Blondie."

The girl he indicated looked at him like a deer in headlights. Her fellow Ionians gave her reassuring pats and told her she'd be alright as she reluctantly climbed to her feet and walked to the gate.

"Grab the hood that Princess was wearing and it bring it here."

The girl leaned down and grabbed the item with trembling hands behind her back. When she got near the gate the guard unlocked it, snatched her through, and then quickly shut it behind her. Now, alone with the guard on the other side of the gate, he pulled the hood over her head and buckled the integrated gag into place. The duo then disappeared around the corner with the guard shoving the sightless girl ahead of him.

Where are we going? What are they doing? The Ionian girls wondered amongst themselves once the pair had left. Nicole was just as anxious and afraid as they were, but she bore the extra burden of being alone. Her enemies wouldn't talk to her - to them she was just as culpable for their situation as the guard was.

A few minutes later the guard returned and picked out another Ionian to come with him. He carried with him another hood, or maybe it was the same one as the blond girl had worn. He hooded and gagged this next captive and took her away too.

One by one the holding cell emptied out until it was just Nicole remaining. This time the guard entered the cell when he arrived. He walked over to Nicole and looked down at her with a sneer. "Whatsamatter, Princess, not hungry for dinner?" he noted, seeing her face undirtied by the gruel.

Nicole shook her head. She actually was hungry, but she certainly had no intention of eating that slop, especially after everyone else had already shoved their dirty face into it to slurp some up. Besides, rescue was coming any minute now. She could afford to wait.

"I see. Princess forgot to bring her salad fork and her tea set. Is that it?" He reached down, grabbed Nicole by her trapped arms, and dragged her over to the trough. "Well lemme show you how Ionian whores eat here in Aegea!"

"No!" Nicole begged as he picked her up and plunged her face first into the pool of slop. Nicole tried to pull back as the sludge engulfed her face. It oozed into her nostrils. It filled her open mouth. It coated her eyes and soaked into the strands of hair around her face.

The guard pulled her back up. Nicole gasped for breath, the slurry dribbled down her cheeks, mixing with her tears.

"Come on! Lick it up, Your Majesty!" the guard growled. "Show me how much you love my cooking."

Nicole cried as she licked at the mush plastered around her mouth. It tasted as bad as it looked. The guard shoved her down into the trough again, this time ordering her to fill her mouth and show it to him when he brought her back up. Then he made her swallow it. Again and again he made her eat mouthful after mouthful, until her stomach was full and she thought she would be sick. Finally when he had decided she'd had enough, he dragged her over to the water basin and dunked her head in there several times to wash her face off.

Now he held up the hood and gag. "Open up."

Nicole defiantly clenched her jaw and turned away from the guard. She had to maintain her ability to speak. If he took her to someone with more than a few braincells then she would be able to explain that this was all just a horrible misunderstanding, but she couldn't do that if she was gagged.

"Have it your way," the guard shrugged. He stepped away from Nicole. She heard a splash as he tossed the hood down into the piss bucket. He let it soak for a few seconds then reached in and pulled it out. Now he stalked back to Nicole holding open the bottom of the wet canvas bag.

"No! No! Don't! Ugh! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Nicole's protests were quickly silenced as he yanked the hood over her head and guided the leather gag into her mouth. She shut her eyes tight against the sting of the salty piss as the wetness pervaded her senses. The soaked material clung tight against her face. Every breath she drew pulled moist, acrid air through the wet fabric. Her stomach turned as the taste of urine entered her mouth.

The guard dried his hands on her dress and shoved her blindly out of the cell. He goaded her along the labyrinthian corridors, amused at every uncertain step that she sightlessly took. Finally they reached their destination.

Nicole could sense other people in the room. She heard the other slaves sobbing. She heard the tinkling of chains. And then a hard voice said, "What took so long? Is this the last one?"

"Yeah," her one-eyed captor replied.

Nicole perked up at the discovery of another authority figure. She tried to get his attention, tried to explain that this was all a terrible mistake. But the gag stifled any ability to be understood.

"Shut the fuck up," the one-eyed guard growled, knocking Nicole upside her head.

"Alright, Dilios, let's get this one ready," the other guard said.

Nicole stiffened in surprise as she felt cold steel press against her skin near her shoulders. With a quick flick the shoulder strap of her dress was cut through by a blade. The other side followed. Then the knife ran from her neckline to her thighs, splitting her dress down the middle. The muddy clothing fell to her feet in tatters.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Nicole protested as she felt the knife slip under her bra straps. Her heavy breasts sprung free from her chest as the bra joined her dress in the pile at her feet.

The new guard whistled appreciatively. "Just how I like 'em. Big tits and round hips," he said. Nicole blushed as she was ogled by these strange men. Then she felt the knife slip under the waistband of her panties. She tried to turn away but was held fast.

"Don't worry, darling," the new guard said. "Where you're going you don't need clothes."

Slice. Slice. Her panties fell away. Nicole sobbed as her dignity fell away with them. She felt a calloused hand grasp her bare butt cheek.

"Nice. Now let's get her collared and get out of here. It's getting late."

There was the soft squeak of a metallic hinge and Nicole felt a heavy metal collar close around her neck. The guards latched it shut. Then there was the rattle of chains. A lock clicked onto the end of the chain connecting it to a loop on the front of her collar. She was tugged over near where she heard the other girls, then another lock clicked shut connecting the other end of the chain to something.

"Alright ya cunts," Dilios announced. "Time to get moving. No dawdling or you'll feel my stun baton. Blondie, march!"

The din from the chains increased as the girls shuffled about. After a few uncertain seconds there was the sound of a spark leaping out of a stun baton followed by a pained squeal.

"I said get moving," the guard growled. There was a slight delay then Nicole was suddenly yanked forward by the chain on her collar. She was hardly able to recover her balance before she was practically dragged along by the chain. She realized now that the slaves had all been connected together in a line, collar to collar.

The blond girl at the front was setting the pace for the entire group and the spark to her ass had spurred her forward at a breakneck speed. Nicole struggled to keep up. Her slower pace drew the slack out of the chain connected to the front of her collar.

She felt something poke her ass cheek. Before she could even wonder what it was, a spark leapt out of the stun baton and into her body. It wasn't as bad as the harsh jolt that had laid her out earlier in the day, but it still hurt like hell. She grunted in pain and instinctively surged forward away from the pain.

"Keep up, Princess," the guard shouted.

On and on they went, moving at a jogging pace. The girls with their arms pinned behind them, hooded and gagged, naked, moved blindly down the halls, guided by the occasional shove from the guard who jogged along with them. The blind turns left them recklessly bouncing off walls, especially near the back of the line where Nicole was.

Finally they seemed to be ascending a ramp. The dirt gave way to sharp gravel causing the girls to cry out in distress as they were urged on just as quickly as before. A little bit further and then the front of the line was halted. The guards chuckled as the slaves coming up from behind crashed into each other, causing a pile up where they stopped. The girls fell to the ground, panting for breath while the guards opened what sounded like the tailgate of a big military truck.

Their rest only lasted a minute. The guards hauled them one by one up into the back of the truck, each girl yanked forward by the chain attached to the one in front of her. Another minute later and the engine roared to life. The girls were tossed about as the truck rumbled its way out of the compound.

For hours they traveled along. The cold night air left the naked girls shivering. Nicole, with her wet hood, was all the more miserable. The Ionian slaves huddled together for warmth, though when Nicole tried to join them she was rebuffed. The Ionians were not ready to accept their Aegean foe into their midst.

The truck finally came to a stop. The girls were removed from the back and marched into their new home, this time with Nicole leading the way for their, thankfully, short march. They stopped inside a building with rough wooden floors.

One by one, the girls were untethered from each other and taken away. Nicole felt herself shoved into a pile of straw and then the chain connected to her collar was fastened to a nearby wall. From the sound of it, the other slaves weren't too far away.

Left alone once more, Nicole cried herself to sleep, snuggling into the coarse, scratchy hay for warmth.