Accidental Ponygirl

They were only asleep for a few hours before the arrival of a guard woke them up.

"Rise and shine, whores. Your training starts today!" he hollered.

Nicole dragged herself to her knees. Her arms, still trapped behind her back, were numb. The hood, still robbing her of sight and speech, had mostly dried overnight except around her mouth where a puddle of drool had left a damp spot. She could hear the other slaves around her groaning and stretching as they wakened.

"I'll be bringing breakfast around. You are expected to eat every last speck and drink every last drop." 

Nicole recognized the man's voice as that of the other guard who had loaded her into the truck the night before. She heard a pair of bowls clatter to the floor nearby. Then hands tugged at the buckle of the gag held in her mouth. The hood was yanked free from her head. Nicole gasped. The guard looking back at her had burn scars covering his entire body. His mangled face looked like a villain from a horror movie.

"Hello there, beautiful," he winked. Nicole recoiled from the hideous man. She was stunned speechless. "My name's Phoenix. Do you like the makeover your Ionian brothers gave me? Burns over eighty percent of my body. The doctors didn't think I'd live, but I had some unfinished business."

Nicole quickly recovered herself. "No! Wait! I'm not Ionian! This is all a terrible mistake!"

"I know," the guard said. "Dilios told me about you. You're Aegean royalty, here to lead us to victory in the war. Also, I've been nominated as the sexiest man alive!"

"You have to believe me!" Nicole begged.

"Shut up!" The guard growled, raising his hand to strike her. "And lose the fucking Aegean accent. Just listening to one of you pigs trying to sound like us makes my blood boil."

He marched away from Nicole to give the next girl her breakfast. Now that she could see, Nicole looked around to try and find out where they had taken her. She was in a large wooden building that could only be described as a barn. She was chained to a wall by her metal collar in a narrow stall, about five by eight feet, with an open front. There was the pile of straw she had slept in, an empty bucket, whose purpose she feared she knew, and two bowls, one filled with water and the other filled with the same slop she'd eaten for dinner the previous night.

Beyond her stall Nicole could see the central area of the barn with straw bales stacked in the middle and a wall populated with various leather harnesses and tack. Across the way she could see more stalls on the opposite side, adorned much like her own. An Ionian slave knelt in each one, waiting for the new guard to come around and remove her hood.

Nicole crawled over to her breakfast. She wasn't very hungry after being forcefed the previous night. With her arms pinned behind her back she once again had to eat by lowering her face to the floor. The food was just as terrible as it was before, but after how she'd been treated so far, she didn't doubt that they were serious when they told her she had to eat every last bit.

She choked the slop down then turned to her water bowl, disgusted to see that there were several dead bugs floating on top. Desperate to wash the awful taste out of her mouth, Nicole sipped around the bugs. Then, when the water was low enough that she couldn't avoid the bugs, she 'accidentally' knocked the bowl over, spilling several ounces of water across the wooden floorboards. She sat back, smug with her clever trick to avoid their attempts at debasing her.

Now with a full stomach, Nicole realized just how badly she needed to pee. She had avoided using the piss bucket back in the holding cell. There was no way she was going to pee in a bucket in front of a dozen other girls. But now, with another bucket awaiting her in her stall, she realized this was probably her best, and perhaps only, opportunity to go. She nudged the bucket against the back wall of the stall and squatted over it. The sound of her piss splattering loudly into the empty pail echoed throughout the barn. A girl in the stall across the way looked up from her breakfast and locked eyes with Nicole. Nicole flushed red in embarrassment and the other girl quickly looked away. She finished up and dried herself with some straw, then waited for the rest of the girls to finish their breakfast. She heard several of the others make use of their own buckets as well, feeling secondhand embarrassment for each one as she heard their piss splash down.

After a few minutes the guard spoke up again. "I will be coming around to free your arms. You will be given a harness gag that you will put on." He went to the wall of equipment and took down a pile of leather straps, then he visited each stall. He took out his knife and slashed the plastic ziptie cuffs from each girl's arms and then tossed them a gag. The barn soon filled with moans of relief as the girls' arms were released for the first time in a long time.

Nicole eagerly turned about when it was finally her turn. She groaned as the ties fell away from her arms and she brought her hands around the front of her body. She massaged the feeling back into her shoulders, biceps, and wrists.

The guard dropped a gag just outside her stall. Nicole went to reach for it, but the chain holding her to the wall was too short. "Um, sir," she called, trying to get the guards attention as he freed the next girl down the line. He ignored her. She tried again, straining against her collar but still couldn't reach. She heard the rest of the girls fiddling with the straps and installing their gags. Nicole was starting to get worried. She pulled on her collar as far as it would go and laid down on her back. Stretching with her leg, she was just barely able to reach a strap with her toe. With some effort she was finally able to drag the item into her stall. The guard seemed to be proving a point - they had all the power here and they were determined to make things difficult for their prisoners. Even simple tasks could be made more challenging on a whim.

Nicole picked up the gag and examined it. It was more complicated than the simple ballgag that had filled her mouth all night. That was a single strap around the back of her head, this was much more than that. The part that would go in her mouth was obvious - there was a hard, leather bit that was several inches long with rings on either end. Attached to the rings were several leather straps with buckles. Once she lifted the bit into her mouth the proper locations of the straps became more obvious. A pair of straps wrapped around the back of her head to hold the bit in her mouth. More straps ran up on either side of her nose, merging at her forehead before passing over the top of her head. Another strap passed under her chin. By the time Nicole had assembled everything in place her head was surrounded by a strict, immovable harness. She noted a final long leather strap that hung down from the gag - a set of reins, she realized unhappily, that could be used to lead her wherever they wanted her to go.

With her harness in place, Nicole sat quietly and waited for the others to finish. After a minute the guard announced, "I am now going to come by and, one at a time, unlock your collars from the wall. You will take your empty bowls and place them on the table at the end of the barn. If there's anything in your toilet pail you will empty it into the trough next to the table. Then you will proceed through the open door to meet my associate outside. Try anything stupid and you will severely regret it." He tapped his stun baton to emphasize his point.

The guard entered the first stall. "What the hell is this?" There was the sound of a slap and a cry of distress. "Tighten those straps! This is sloppy work!"

The cruel treatment was eye-opening. Nicole couldn't see the poor girl who had found the guards temper, but she learned from the lesson he gave her. Nicole, and all the other girls in their stalls it seemed, immediately raised their hands to their harnesses to tighten the buckles on their headgear.

The guard unlocked the first girl from her stall. She scurried out, carrying her bowls and bucket. She set the bowls on the table, emptied her bucket of waste into the trough and returned the bucket to her stall, then left through the open door on the opposite side of the barn. Nicole noted the girl's red, teary eyes - her latest night in captivity seemed to have been a restless one for her.

The guard went to the next stall and struck the girl there. Despite having her straps sufficiently tight, her harness was not properly centered he explained. This set the rest of the girls fiddling with their harnesses some more.

Nicole was next. The guard entered her stall and glowered at her. Nicole met his fuming gaze and braced for his blow. "Close enough," he grumbled under his breath. Though before he unlocked the chain from her collar he tightened the strap on the back of her head one more notch, forcing her gag deeper into her mouth.

Nicole hurried out of her stall, depositing her bowl on the table, and pouring her piss into the trough with the other waste. Her newly tightened gag caused saliva to run down her chin as she walked, dribbling down onto her bare tits. She stepped outside, uncertain of what to expect out there. She squinted against the bright midmorning sunshine and clear blue skies.

They were clearly out in the country - the towering New Troy City skyline was nowhere to be seen. They seemed to be on a ranch. There were low, rustic wooden buildings scattered amidst broad green pastures. A tall chain link fence, topped with razor wire extended along the perimeter as far as the eye could see, separating them from the dense forest beyond. The door Nicole had stepped through entered into a broad patch of dirt surrounded by a low wooden split rail fence. She could see the two girls who had come out ahead of her. They'd had their arms immobilized once again and the leather lead from their harness tied over a high wooden beam that ran down the middle of the space.

Before she could take more than two steps out of the barn, the one-eyed guard came up behind her and forced her to her knees. "Morning, Princess," Dilios purred, then got right to work.

He snatched Nicole's hand up and slipped a flat, black leather mitten over her fingers. A strap around the wrist pulled the mitten tight, ensuring that it couldn't slip off no matter how much she tugged. A second mitten was fastened on her other hand. Next, he pulled her hands up so that they were resting on the fronts of her shoulders. The ends of the mittens extended out beyond the tips of her fingers, ending in a metal loop. Keeping her hands pressed against shoulders he connected the tips of the mittens with a clip just behind her neck. Next, he pulled her elbows down and back and he took a simple leather strap and looped it around them. As he drew the strap tighter Nicole's elbows were pulled closer together behind her back. She groaned as the tightness forced her shoulders back and her chest forward. The guard buckled the strap and let go. Nicole couldn't move her arms at all. They were pinned to her body, neatly folded out of the way and completely disabled at the same time.

Now the guard grabbed the reins dangling from her gag and wrapped them about his meaty hand. With a sharp tug, he yanked Nicole along and pulled her forward to where the two girls that came before her now waited.

The Ionian slaves stood beneath the wooden beam in the middle of the yard. The beam, which seemed to have an adjustable height, was mounted between a post on either end and was about six feet above the ground. The Ionians had had their leads tossed over the beam and then tied off so that they wouldn't slip. Enough slack had been pulled out so that each girl either had to stand on tiptoe or else keep her chin tipped up towards the sky.

Nicole was guided next in line under the beam, with a few feet separating her from her neighbor. The guard tossed the strap over the beam, yanked it short enough to pull Nicole upright like the other girls, and then deftly tied it off. Then he returned to his position next to the door to receive the next girl.

Nicole dangled from the beam, waiting while the rest of the girls were brought out, bound, and strung up. Finally the last slave was put into place, and Phoenix came out of the barn accompanied by a new associate. This man was built like a heavyweight boxer. He walked with a heavy limp in his left leg, and seemed to have a permanent scowl plastered on his face.

The three guards stood side by side facing the row of bound, naked, and gagged slaves. The girls rose up onto their toes so that they could tip down their chins and see their handlers assembled before them.

"Ionians," the new guard practically spat the word. "You and your people have caused untold damage to the nation of Aegea. Today you start trying to pay us back." He began pacing up and down the line, his damaged left leg falling heavy with each step. "You have been chosen to be trained as pony slaves. From now, until we have deemed that you are suitably educated, you belong to me. You will work hard. You will learn to obey. You will learn discipline. If you resist, you will be punished - severely." He emphasized that last word with a sinister grin.

"My name, though you have no reason to ever speak to me, is Achilles. So far as you are concerned, we are God. You will do what we say, immediately and without question."

"Your names, given to you by your dogshit Ionian parents, are unimportant. Forget them. We will now give you names more suiting to your role in life. Remember them. Unless your future owners decide to change them, it is what you will be known as from now on."

The three guards approached the first girl, at the end of the line. He glared at the girl, who looked back at him with tears in her eyes. He wiped a tear from her cheek. "Poor baby," he mocked. "Are you sad? Don't be. You'll be more useful as a slave than you ever we're in Ionia. We'll call you Misty."

He moved to the next girl. His eyes immediately dropped to the dark, prominent nipples that capped her modest tits. He raised his hands and massaged them between his thumb and forefinger. "Hmm, I could have a lot of fun with these," he smirked. "We'll call you Buttons."

"Hmmmpf!" The girl responded, indignant to having her identify reduced to a crass observation of her tits.

"Aiyeee!" The girl suddenly squealed as the overseer pinched down hard on her large nipples.

"I think you meant to say, 'yessir, thank you, sir.' Isn't that right?" He growled through clenched teeth. He twisted his hands and the girl went weak in the knees. She dangled from her gag and from the overseer's tight grip on her nipples.

"Uh huh! Uh huh!" the girl eagerly agreed with him and he released his grip.

"That's what I thought."

Achilles limped over in front of Nicole. He moved in close. "Very nice." He assessed her naked body, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her into him. Nicole tried to resist the urge to pull away as she felt his hard cock press against her belly through his trousers and his wet, rotten breath fell on her neck.

"My associates told me about you," he said. "You think you're better than the other girls. That you don't belong here. I got news for you, Princess. You belong here just as much as these other cunts. You're going to learn that the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." He moved down the line.

Princess? She was going to be known as Princess from now on? Nicole sighed in exasperation. Why couldn't she get through to these fools? She didn't belong here, and now she was going to be trained as a ponygirl slave? There had to be something she could do about it. But with this gag in her mouth she couldn't explain anything. She resolved to try again the next time she got a chance to speak. Until then, well, she just had to bear it.

The guards continued down the line, dispensing new names to the girls on a whim. Some were better than others, and most were based on some physical characteristic that caught the men's eyes. The busty girl next to Nicole was named Jugs, for obvious reasons. Then there was Blondie and then Curly, followed by Tiny, the little woman with an Eastern complexion, who blushed furiously as Achilles mocked her flat chest. Next up was Cookie, and then Dimples (referring to the dimples on her butt cheeks, not her face, of course). This was followed by Chestnut, whose dark brown, waist length hair was greatly admired by the increasingly horny guards. Achilles was getting more handsy as he moved along inspecting his new toys, stroking their thighs or squeezing their tits.

With two girls left, his fingers ventured between the penultimate girl's legs, fondling her pussy as the shocked woman froze in response to this especially intimate violation. He played with her labia, amused with the length of her inner folds. This girl he named Jangles.

Now he got to the end of the line. This was the woman that, back in the holding cell, was particularly hostile to Nicole and her Aegean heritage. Achilles eyed her lustily, admiring her assets. He lifted a finger to his mouth and wetted it, then dropped his hand between her legs. The woman growled in angry protest as the man's stubby finger penetrated her cunt. She jumped back, hanging briefly by her gag, as she launched herself up and delivered a two-legged kick directly into the guard.

He staggered backwards, but his two associates were on the woman in an instant, stub batons in hand. They jolted her over and over and over again. Blue sparks flew as they jabbed her thighs, her back, her butt, her chest. The woman lurched and jolted this way and that under the attacks, flopping as she dangled from her reins like a hooked fish. Achilles limped forward, putting a hand on his colleagues' shoulders to stay them.

"A feisty one, eh?" he sneered. "Don't worry. We'll train that out of you. Grab her legs." The other two guards each grabbed a leg, lifting the woman from the ground. She hung from her gag, her head tipped back to the sky. She tried and failed to twist free from the grasp of the two men. They pulled her forward so that her body was tipped backwards. The original guard moved between her legs and rammed two fingers all the way up her pussy. The girl screamed and squirmed, helpless to resist as she was violently finger fucked. After a couple minutes Achilles finally pulled his hand away. He licked her scent from his fingers and smiled. "I think we'll call you Sugarpuss."