Accidental Ponygirl

As was becoming routine, Nicole and the other girls were awakened at first light by a handler storming into the barn.

"Mornin', slaves," Phoenix chirped. "We've got a busy day planned for you, so it's time to get moving. First things first, let's get those tails in. If you need to piss or shit, now is the time. Then I expect each one of you to be ready with her face on the floor and her ass in the air when I come by. And I want to see you spreading those butt cheeks, showing me those tight brown holes. If you want any lubrication for your plug then I suggest holding it in your mouth while you wait for me."

Nicole was appalled. There was no end to the humiliation and degradation. With no time to waste, she squatted over her bucket and relieved herself - somehow pissing and shitting in a bucket was starting to become routine. Then she went to grab her tail from the wall. She hesitated as she realized that, at some point during the night, someone had come around and swapped out their old butt plug with a newer, bigger one. The old one was roughly the size of a large finger, this new one was almost as wide as two fingers, and a little bit longer, too.

This unpleasant new surprise registered amongst the rest of the girls as squeaks and gasps. The guard merely laughed. "I see you've found your new tails! We're not up to full size yet, but with enough training you'll soon be ready."

Nicole picked up the new tail and dropped to her knees. She lifted it to her mouth to try and wet it as best she could before it was rammed in her ass, but she paused when she looked more closely at it. Apparently the last unfortunate victim to wear the plug hadn't done a great job at cleaning it. There were still little flecks of hardened shit stuck to the plug.

Nicole cringed. Lapping up her own shit last night had been absolutely awful, but the thought of licking someone else's feces was beyond disgusting. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't. But could she take the larger plug into her ass dry? And she just knew that they would make her lick the plug clean in the evening. Was she just delaying the inevitable? With great reluctance she lifted the plug to her mouth. She nearly spat it out as her mouth closed around it, but she forced herself to continue. She slathered the plug with saliva, coating it all over. Her stomach rebelled the whole time.

Once she was satisfied that she couldn't moisten it any better, she pushed the plug far into her mouth and held it in place with her lips. She could feel the tip tickling the back of her throat. She fought the urge to retch as she tried not to think about where this plug had been. Then she turned her back to the aisle, bent over, and submissively pressed her face to the floor. She reached behind herself with both hands and pried her butt cheeks apart.

"Well isn't this a beautiful sight to start my day?" the guard remarked as he came up behind Nicole. She could feel her face blush red from humiliation. The guard kneeled down and ran a finger along her slit. "Hmm, I'd have thought a slut like you would be getting wet from the opportunity to present her holes so nicely." Her blush deepened. He gently caressed her labia some more, daring her to pull her hands away and resist him.

After a moment, the guard took the tail from her mouth. Nicole tensed as she felt the blunt tip prod at her asshole. The guard warned her to relax. The instant she did, he pressed the plug into her tight hole. She moaned as the hard rubber burrowed an inch inside her. He reversed course, letting it slip out. Then pushed it in again, this time going deeper. Nicole's moans became more plaintive as the plug pressed deeper, the wider base stretching her tight ring farther as it went. With a few more thrusts the plug sank into her ass, her tight hole closed around the narrow base, holding it securely in place.

The guard got up to go to the next unlucky recipient. Nicole lifted her face from the floor and made to turn around.

"Tut tut," the guard admonished. "I didn't say you could get up. Keep presenting that pretty plugged ass of yours until everyone is ready."

Nicole sighed and returned to her position, face down, ass up, with her hands parting her freshly stuffed ass, except now she could feel the soft strands of her tail tickling the backs of her thighs. The guard moved on to the other girls. Some took their plugs easier than others. One foolish slave had refused to wet her tail with her tongue - her anguished cries as she was penetrated dry sent shivers down the spines of the other girls.

With everyone plugged, the guard distributed breakfast - more gruel and water. Nicole replaced one horrible taste in her mouth for another. Meanwhile, the guard distributed more gear for the girls to wear. Their outfits would be different from the day before, for better or for worse was still to be determined.

"Once you have finished your meal, you will put on your reins and your new boots. Then I will come around and show you how to properly wear your harness," the guard said as he delivered a pair of boots and a pile of straps to each stall.

Nicole wolfed down her slop, then got to work. She took her reins down from the wall and inserted the bit into her mouth. The straps surrounding her head were becoming unsettlingly familiar. Next she examined her new boots - they were far from typical. The heelless boots had a bottom shaped like a pony's hoof. Once her foot slipped inside it was held so that she'd be standing up on tiptoe. The tall boots came up just below her knee with laces all along the front. She didn't get a chance to try walking in them just yet. Instead, she waited patiently on her knees for her master to come by and put a harness on her, feeling her feet conform to the stiff interior of the boot.

Nicole was the first one chosen to be dressed in the new restraints. She was ordered up on her knees with her legs parted and her hands behind her head. The guard picked up the tangle of leather straps and arranged them on the floor. The entire ensemble was one piece.

She was surprised, as the first step in applying the new gear was the removal of the metal collar that she'd been wearing since before she arrived at this nightmarish training ground. The relief was immense as the steel hinges squeaked open and the heavy, uncomfortable metal was tossed to the floor. Her relief was short-lived, however, because the first part of the new harness was a leather collar. Unlike the one-size-fits-all metal collar, the leather was secured tightly against her throat with the guard adjusting it one notch tighter, then another, before he was satisfied. Nicole panicked as she felt her breathing restricted.

"Please, sir! It's too tight," she rasped around her gag.

"The fact that you can still talk means that it isn't," the guard growled. "But it does mean that your gag isn't tight enough!"

He reached up to her reins to tighten her bit gag. Nicole pleaded as he struggled to adjust it a notch tighter, finally succeeding after a couple tries. Nicole moaned as the bit pulled harder into her mouth, drool pouring past her lips and down her chin.

"Any more suggestions, Princess?" She stifled her moans and the guard resumed dressing her in straps.

Hanging down from the front of the collar, in a line, were three metal rings connected by leather. One ring rested against her sternum, one came just below her breasts, and the third was centered over her navel. Branching out from each ring were more straps intended to circle her body. The one around her waist was cinched tight like a corset, pressing against her soft flesh and reshaping her figure. More straps from the other rings branched off, surrounding the base of each breast in a triangle of leather, like a bra with no cups. Two straps over her shoulders joined together at a ring on her back, and from that ring dropped a long strap.

To this point, Nicole had silently endured as she was manhandled into her harness. She tried to remain still while she was jostled by the guard taking every bit of slack out of the straps. However, her eyes grew wide as she felt him pull this final long strap into position between her legs! There was a small slit in part of the strap, through which he threaded the long hair of her tail. Then he parted her labia as he yanked the thin leather hard against her pussy and buckled it as tight as he could. Nicole felt like she was being cut in two! She twisted and grunted, but it was no use. He was too strong and she was putty in his hands. The smooth leather bit into her pussy and flattened her clit.

One final step was to grab her hands down from her head and twist them behind her into the cuffs mounted at the small of her back on this long strap. Any attempt to move her arms would translate into a pull on her crotch strap.

The guard hooked a finger into one of the many rings and anchor points embedded within the harness and dragged Nicole to her feet. He thrust her waste bucket and breakfast bowls into her hands and ordered her out of the stall. This time she and the other girls were told to exit through a door on the opposite side of the barn from the one they had previously used.

As she took her first tentative steps in the pony boots, Nicole could tell just how awkward and uncomfortable they would be. The high heels from yesterday had, at least, provided support to the back of her foot. These boots did not. She was forced to walk and stand on tiptoe at all times.

She hobbled over to the trough to empty her bucket, then made her way outside. This door led to another fenced in dirt pasture much like the one on the other side of the barn. However, rather than the long beam that they had spent their days hitched to, this area was occupied by two large identical circular apparatuses. Each one consisted of a thick eight foot tall vertical pole mounted in the center. From that center pole there were two rows of smaller horizontal beams jutting out from it like bicycle spokes. One row was about waist height, consisting of six beams that stuck out about fifteen feet. Another row of spokes was even with the top of the center pole - six more beams looming eight feet above the ground. From each beam dangled several leather straps.

Nicole was pulled out into the yard by Dilios. He wordlessly grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her towards one of the setups. Nicole didn't have to wonder what she was in store for - the four missing girls who hadn't returned to the barn last night were already there.

Cookie, Jugs, Tiny, and Sugarpuss all wore the same harness and pony boots as Nicole, buckled just as tight. Each girl stood in front of one of the waist high spokes. Leather straps from the bar connected to anchors on their hips and upper back. Above, and slightly ahead, their reins had been connected to the upper bar with enough slack to allow them to stand.

Nicole was brought to one of the empty positions on the ring where the other girls were connected. The guard lifted the straps from the bar behind her and attached them to rings set in the harness surrounding her body. Then he took her reins and tied them off to the bar looming overhead. Once she was secured he returned to the barn to receive the next girl.

While she waited, Nicole examined her companions. Tiny, in the position ahead of her, had a back covered in sickening welts left behind by the bullwhip. The places where the whip had broken the skin had been cleaned and treated. One lash even looked like it had received a stitch or two to close it up. Sugarpuss, opposite to Nicole in the circle, appeared to be in similar condition. As awful as the whipping had been, it seemed, at least, that the two girls had been given an opportunity to rest. Sugarpuss, in particular, appeared to be more steady on her feet today than she was yesterday.

The same couldn't be said for the two girls who had spent the night with the guards. Jugs and Cookie looked haggard and worn. They stood stooped over, half asleep as they dangled by their bridles. The fat tits on Jugs seemed to have been rather popular with her hosts given the new bruises that she sported on them. And beneath her bridle, Cookie's soft, curly hair had been matted to her head by several loads of cum.

Nicole turned as Jangles was brought out into the yard. There was a definite look of concern on her face as she took in the condition of her friends. The guard goaded her towards the final position in the circle with the other five girls. Jangles took wide awkward steps as she was still trying to get accustomed to moving in the pony boots. The part of her harness pulled between her legs looked to be especially tight. Her generous labia had been tugged out to either side of the strap, effectively concealing it from view where it ran through her meaty pussy.

One by one, the remaining six girls were brought out and affixed to the positions on the other apparatus. The dozen pony slaves waited apprehensively to find out what new suffering they were in store for. After a few minutes Achilles made his arrival and told them.

"Slaves," he said. "As was made obvious by yesterday's dismal display of pulling the cart, we need to improve your strength and conditioning. Today you will work on that. From this point forward, your cohort has been divided into two teams, one team on each of our 'hot walkers'. You will be given two hours to make as many laps as you can around the circle. The team that completes the fewest laps will be designated the Omega Team and will receive additional punishment during the other training activities we do from now on. The other team will be known as Alpha."

"However, since Aegea has always rewarded merit, the teams will not remain fixed. Each day the two hardest working Omega slaves will be promoted to the Alpha Team, and the two worst performing Alphas will be demoted to Omega Team. Work hard and you will be rewarded."

"Now get moving!"

He snapped his horsewhip in the air to signal the start of the cruel endurance race. Nicole leaned against her harness. She was surprised by how heavy the rig was - it hardly moved. The bars had been loaded with weights and there was minimal lubrication in the bearings for the pole. There was no way Nicole could have moved the thing by herself, but, with the combined efforts of six women grunting and straining, the entire structure slowly ground into motion.

As they pulled, Nicole felt the straps of her harness tighten against her. But, she had to admit, the harness seemed well designed - the weight was equally distributed across her entire body, transferring the load to her shoulders, her hips, and, unfortunately, her cunt. Her boots dug into the hard packed dirt, her feet aching as she walked up on her toes. The newer, larger tail wriggled in her ass, tugging and stretching her tight hole as the strap it was threaded through shifted back and forth with each step.

As Nicole looked at her team, she couldn't help but feel like she had been set up for failure. In peak condition the six of them has just as good a chance of winning as the other team, but they were not in peak condition. Tiny and Sugarpuss were still sore from their lashing - the bruised muscles in their backs hampering their ability to pull. Likewise, Cookie and Jugs were practically dead on their feet after a long night of doing who-knows-what with the guards.

Slowly, slowly the rig came up to speed. It steadied at a walking pace. Nicole continued to lean into the harness, striving to drive the machine faster, but it appeared that this was the best speed that her team could manage. She eased up a little, understanding that she would need to conserve her strength and do this for hours.

As they completed their first lap, there was a soft click as a tally counter recorded the loop. There was no way for the girls to see the count, so Nicole made an effort to keep score in her head. She had already heard the click from the other team a few seconds earlier.

On and on they pulled. Nicole focused on Tiny in front of her. The small girl glistened with sweat as her short legs pumped and pulled, her muscles straining with every step. The girls worked in silence - the only sounds were the squeak of the bearings, the creak of the straps as they stretched, and the grunts of the women as they bore their burden.

After about an hour one of the guards came by with a pail and a ladle. He walked alongside each position and poured a scoop of water into the mouth of each ponygirl while she continued to circle and pull. Nicole eagerly tipped her head back and gratefully slurped down the refreshing drink.

The visit seemed to have invigorated the ponygirls. The pace of the circuit increased. But Nicole knew it wouldn't be enough. She'd long since lost count of how many laps each team had completed - her focus having shifted to her aching feet, sore muscles, and crushed cunt. But she was certain that her team was behind the other group.

Despair set in. Why bothering pulling so hard when they were sure to lose? Did the rest of her team realize that they were destined to fail?

Once again, it seemed, the guard read her mind. "One hour left, cunts!" Achilles called. "And in case any of you feel like giving up," he seemed to be addressing Nicole and her teammates now, "I'll have you know that the losing team will catch up to the number of laps from the winning team, but they will do so under the encouragement of the horsewhip."

Nicole felt a surge in the pace of the walker. Clearly the guard's threat had inspired her team to put in a little more effort. Nicole leaned harder into her own harness. She couldn't be certain, but it actually seemed like they might be going faster than the other girls now. Was it possible that they might catch up?

On and on they pulled. The hot sun rose higher in the sky. The girls' grunts had turned to moans. Every step in the horrid pony boots was agony. The vigor provided by the water had long since dissipated and the teams circled slower than at any point in the day. Win, lose, Nicole no longer cared, she just wanted this torment to end.

Finally, Achilles returned. He went to each counter to see the score, wordlessly noting each one. The girls continued pulling. Then he turned to the team on the other walker from Nicole. "Alpha Team, you may stop." There were sighs of relief from those six girls as the straps connecting their harnesses to the rig went slack. They still spun another half a lap as the momentum of the heavy apparatus carried it forward.

"Omega Team," the guard addressed Nicole and her teammates, "you owe me another nineteen laps. Get moving, you worthless whores!"

He grabbed a horsewhip down from the wall of the barn and took up position beside the circle. Swish! Crack! Cookie squealed as the whip slashed into her ass when she passed the guard. A few seconds later - Swish! Crack! Tiny yelped as she walked by. Nicole was next. She clenched her fists and bit down on her gag, bracing for impact. Swish! Crack! The whip cut across her buttocks, leaving her ass stinging.

The guard was relentless, swinging into each girl as she passed. The rig actually sped up even though time was no longer a factor in their challenge - each slave desperate to speed past the guard as he brought the whip to bear on them. One exception was Cookie, the girl was practically dead on her feet. She dangled from her reins, carried along by the pull of the rig, rather than pulling it herself.

"Come on, slut!" the guard barked at her. "Where's that enthusiasm I saw last night?"

While Omega Team struggled to catch up to their target goal, Alpha Team was attended to by Dilios. First, he went around the circle freeing the girls' reins from the upper bar. Each girl immediately collapsed to her knees as soon as she was free, some of them sobbing in relief to be off of their tired, aching feet. Next, he unhitched them from the lower bar and allowed each slave to crawl over to the trough set up next to the barn, where she could drink as much water as she liked. There they were allowed to rest while they waited for the Omegas to finish.

Nineteen times Nicole and her team circled the post, and nineteen times each girl received a lash to her backside as she passed the guard. Finally the overseer ordered the crew to a halt. They waited, standing, while the Alphas were taken to the opposite side of the barn. Then, one by one, each exhausted Omega was unhitched from the walker, taken to the trough, where her head was dunked into the water as means of providing a drink, and then dragged to the other side of the barn to join the others.

Nicole awaited her turn with dread. Her feet were so sore. The pony boots were pure torture to walk in. And she was only given a brief respite on her knees while the guard shoved her face into the trough. She coughed down as much water as she could while wearing her tight gag. Then she was taken away to stand beneath the familiar beam on the other side of the barn.

The Alphas, though tired, seemed perkier as they waited for everyone to assemble. When the last girl arrived, Achilles addressed the group.

"With your exercise this morning, you have now established the minimum acceptable pace for future sessions. Failure to complete laps as quickly will result in punishment," he said. "We have also established our two teams. Remember, hard work can get you transferred to the better team, and poor performance will relegate you to the worse one." He turned to watch one of the other guards bring the cart from yesterday into the adjacent field. "We will now resume our cart training. I expect better than what I saw last time."

Starting with the Alphas, each girl was hitched to the cart and taken for a journey out into the large pasture. The extra rest seemed to make all the difference for the girls - they managed to pull the cart to the satisfaction of the guards, though this still meant that they accrued several new marks across their backs from the flick of the horsewhip that spurred them along. Meanwhile, the rest of the girls marched in place on rapidly tiring legs.

Then it was on to the Omegas. Nicole found herself selected first from the group. She was brought in front of the cart. Her exhausted legs were already shaking. She shuddered as the guard adjusted her reins.

"What's the matter, Princess? Don't you want to take me for a ride?" he taunted.

Nicole whimpered.

"As I recall, you needed a heavy hand to steer you right," he said. Her neck was still stiff from the hard yanking on her reins from yesterday.

"Maybe you'll do better with the way we steer Omegas!"

He held up a pair of metal clips. Nicole was confused by what he meant, but he soon made himself perfectly clear as reached down and snapped the first of his two nipple clamps down onto the tip of her tit!

Nicole shrieked in pain as the sharp teeth of the clamp sank into her soft flesh. Her knees grew weak. She fell into the guard's arms. He gruffly threw her back to her feet.

"Pleaf! Pleaf! Take it off!" she begged. The guard just smiled and held up the other clamp. "Nnngh! Nnngh! Aiyee!" She tried and failed to twist away from the guard as he snapped the second clamp onto her tender nipple. Then he detached the ends of her reins from her bit, instead threading the long leather straps through the rings on either side of the leather wad clenched between her teeth before hooking each end onto a clamp. This lifted her nipples up towards her chin. Nicole whimpered as even the small weight of the leather straps pulling on the clamps caused her tits to flair with pain.

She was ordered to her knees so that the guard could mount the cart. She could feel him grab the reins as she stood up again. The slightest movement of the straps translated itself down the leather and to her tits. There was an ominous rumble of thunder in the distance as she was given her new orders.

"With these reins," the guard explained loud enough for everyone to hear, "I will order you forward with a flick of the straps against your back rather than a strike of the horsewhip. Got it?"

Nicole nodded her head, and winced. Even that gentle movement was enough to jostle the clips hooked onto her tits.

"Giddyap!" The guard flicked the reins against her back. Nicole howled as her nipples absorbed the shaking. She spurred herself forward, leaning against the weight of the cart to bring it up to walking speed.

"Left, slave!" He called, while simultaneously yanking the corresponding strap. Nicole could feel her vision fade as her left tit exploded in searing agony. Not only did the command pull on the clamp, but with the way it had been clipped onto her nipple, it twisted as well. Somehow, through the pain, her body obeyed the order. The cart drifted left.

"Right, slave!" Her right tit erupted in pain, matching what her left had felt. She lifted her shoulder, following the pull of the strap, as if that would alleviate the agony. Her legs followed mindlessly to the right.

"Giddyap!" He urged her on. Then he didn't bother with voice commands anymore, instead letting the cruel suffering of his slave's nipples do the talking for him. Nicole was blinded by tears. She howled like a wounded animal as she was led this way and that, over hills, around bends, faster, slower. She had no concept of where she was going, she just followed the pain. Her tired pony legs drove her onward, the agony of her hoofed boots no longer the foremost of her concerns.

Finally, there was an intense yank on both reins. Nicole threw her head back and screamed. It felt like the driver was trying to tear her nipples off! The cart rumbled to a stop and she fell to her knees. She couldn't go any farther. She wouldn't. Slobber and snot poured from her face, dribbling down onto her tortured chest. She sobbed and sobbed.

She felt the guard get up from the cart. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered Tiny and Sugarpuss. She knew the consequences for quitting. She began to cry harder.

The guard walked around in front of her and brushed her matted hair out of her eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. Nicole looked up at him in confusion, then saw where she was - she had made it back to the starting point. That final nipple rending command had been the last one.

Now Nicole sobbed in relief. She'd made it. The guard tenderly stroked her hair for a moment longer while she regained herself. Then he stood her back up and unhooked the cart from her harness. He reconnected her reins to her bridle. Nicole gasped as she felt him grasp a clamp in each hand. She shrieked as he suddenly snapped both clips free from her nipples. The sudden inrush of blood activated every nerve in her sensitive nubs, sending lightning bolts to her brain.

This time as she collapsed into the arms of the guard, he caught her, supporting her as she was shuffled out of the pasture. He deposited her next to the drinking trough, tying her off there so that so she might get a few minutes rest.

"Who's next?" he called as he turned around to face the rest of the slaves.

The Omegas had paled watching Nicole suffer the agony of the nipple clamp reins. The girls trembled in fear as Phoenix moved down the line, deciding who would give him his next ride. He stopped behind Sugarpuss. She stared daggers at him as he unhitched her from the beam.

The woman resisted every step of the way as she was dragged out in front of the cart. The vile torrent of curse words she espoused would have made a sailor blush. Those ceased, however, when the clamps snapped down on her nipples, replacing her fury with desperate, anguished, horrifying screams.

The guard mounted the cart and they set off. He held nothing back as Sugarpuss was driven all throughout the pasture. Her nipples twisted and stretched as they were yanked skyward by the reins. She moved like a wild animal, driven by pain and fear. Somehow, throughout the journey Sugarpuss managed to keep her feet under her, driving them along in stark contrast to the day before when her exhaustion had gotten the better of her.

They returned to the starting point as dark clouds gathered overhead. Sugarpuss fell to her knees and was dragged over to the trough. Nicole was returned to her place under the beam. Then Jangles was taken out to the field for her turn.

Jangles was compliant right up to the part where Phoenix brought out the nipple clamps. The look of fear on the young girl's face was striking. The guard raised the first clip and Jangles broke. She turned and ran, the empty cart bouncing chaotically behind her. The guard stormed after her, easily catching up to the girl hobbled by pony boots and awkwardly trailing the cart. He dropped her to her knees with a slap across the face.

"You try that again and it'll be twenty lashes!" he growled. "Now stand up and stick out those tits!"

Jangles was trembling as she stood up and faced him. She winced as he tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger - they were especially sensitive, it seemed. He raised the clamp, squeezing the jaws wide. Jangles pulled back just as he brought it into position. This caused the clamp to close on the very tip of her nipple. The girl's scream was inhuman, reaching an octave so shrill it'd make dogs howl. She thrashed her body back and forth, desperate to shake the cruel clamp free, but only adding to her pain as the clip twisted and flopped, but didn't give way.

Phoenix grabbed onto her shoulder to hold her still, then removed the clamp. "That was incredibly stupid," he chided her, inspecting her bleeding nipple. The sharp, serrated teeth of the clamp weren't intended to latch onto such a small area and they had nearly amputated the tip with its fierce bite. He determined that she didn't need medical attention and then raised the clamp to try again. This time he held her in place.

Her screams were continuous as the two clamps were snapped into place and attached to her reins. She begged and pleaded for them to be removed. Somehow she managed to follow the commands delivered into her agonized tits, racing out into the field.

Nicole couldn't bear to watch. She turned her head away from the cruel abuse, but was swiftly corrected by a lash across her butt. "Eyes forward," Achilles corrected her. She saw Jangles retreat into the pasture, legs flailing, red faced, hands clenching and unclenching as she pulled.

But Nicole's attention was soon drawn away by a closer spectacle. There was a gasp, then a moan, followed by the sound of liquid spattering against the dirt. Nicole chanced a look in the direction of the sounds. Apparently Chestnut had taken advantage of the extended break awarded to the Alphas earlier to take a long, filling drink from the trough. Now, hours later, her bladder had paid the price. She was so uncomfortably full that she simply couldn't hold off any longer. Warm piss sprayed out from behind her crotch strap, running down her legs, soaking into her boots, and raining down on the dirt beneath her.

All the girls turned to see Chestnut piss herself. The slave's face reddened in humiliation as she gazed in shock at the dirt. Achilles stormed over behind her.

"What is this?!" he raged. "What the fuck is this?!"

"I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry!" Chestnut repeated over and over, her mangled words spilling out from behind her bit.

The guard unhooked the distraught slave from the beam and threw her to the ground. "You disgusting fucking pig!" he yelled as he shoved her face into the muddy puddle she'd created. "You think because you are lesser than an animal that you can just piss anywhere like an animal?"

Chestnut continued to grovel and apologize while her head was shoved down into the mud, her long, luxurious hair soaking up the piss and matting to her body.

"Pony slaves are expected to maintain control at all times!" he said as he dragged her back to her feet. "That's three lashes for insubordination."

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Chestnut flailed against him as he dragged her out into the field with the whipping posts. He secured her ankles to the bottoms then, one at a time, freed her hands from her harness to secure them overhead. Chestnut futilely tried to pull free from the standing spread-eagle, bawling with fear. The guard left her there, returning to supervise the other girls. Chestnut would be dealt with at the end of the day.

The sky was growing darker as Jangles returned from her arduous journey. The temperature had dropped and the wind was picking up. Jangles was discarded by the trough and the next Omega was selected. Jugs, Tiny, and Cookie stood stock still, as if they could avoid the guards' attention by not moving. Of the three, Nicole didn't think any of them as being in any condition to pull the cart. Jugs and Cookie were clearly exhausted from their long night with the guards. Tiny had struggled as it was yesterday when she was relatively fresh. How would she fare now, in pony boots and with a recently flogged back?

Nicole now realized that it had been a blessing to go earlier. None of the Omegas had been given much of a break since being taken down from the walker earlier in the day. The three remaining girls must have been absolutely exhausted.

Phoenix stopped in front of Jugs and smiled. "These put on a good show for us yesterday when you ran," he said as he hefted her large tits. Jugs whimpered. "And they were the featured attraction last night," he added. "Let's see how they look steering a cart."

Jugs moved like a condemned prisoner as she was taken to the field. The wind whipped up, tussling her brown hair as the guard found the nipple clamps. He seemed impressed at how well the busty woman took the bite of the clamps on her breasts. He lifted the straps after connecting them, watching the woman wince as her nipples bore the weight of her heavy tits.

Light rain was just starting to fall as he spurred her into motion. The exhausted woman could hardly move. The cart crept forward at a snail's pace.

"Come on, you cow titted whore! Get moving!" Phoenix hollered. He flicked her reins again and again. Her tits flopped and danced under the pull of the clamps. Jugs howled, her legs shaking as she pushed herself near her breaking point.

Just as it seemed she was about to collapse, the sky opened up. Heavy rain came down in sheets. Strong winds blew, bending tree limbs and driving the rain sideways.

The guard jumped off the cart and quickly unhitched Jugs. He raced her back to the beam, tying her in place. The other guard dragged Jangles back to her position. Then the pair retreated inside as lightning crashed all around them. The girls screamed in terror as they were buffeted by rain and shoved by the wind. None were more frightened than Chestnut, who remained stretched between whipping posts in the middle of the field like a human lightning rod, daring nature to strike her down.

For twenty minutes they endured the intense fury of the storm. Chill rain seemed to fly in sideways, stinging them like icy needles. Trees snapped in half and toppled over. Thunder rumbled like an artillery barrage. The sky was as dark as night except for the regular flashes of lightning that blazed across the sky.

Then the worst of the storm passed. The tempest transformed to a steady, persistent rain. The guards returned, now wearing their rain gear to keep them dry. They surveyed the field where their overturned cart sat, but deemed it too flooded to resume training. Divine intervention had saved Jugs, Tiny, and Cookie from almost certain doom pulling the cart.

Instead, the guards had them marching in place for the rest of the waning afternoon. Their boots splashed down in the puddles that collected near their feet. Their steps squelched down into the thickening mud, forcing them to pull hard on their tired legs just to lift them. In the distance a chainsaw buzzed, presumably cutting up the trees felled by the storm.

The steady rain continued the rest of the day. At dusk the tired, wet, muddy girls were taken back to the barn. Chestnut had her whipping postponed, but in the meantime she would be joining the guards for the evening, along with Jangles, whose heavily bruised nipples had now turned a dark shade of purple and ominously drew their attention.

Upon returning to the barn, the girls had their hands freed so that they could clean and store their gear. Nicole decided to do the unenviable task of licking the shit off her butt plug before tackling the muddy mess that marred her boots. By the time she'd finished cleaning her gear, she felt like she'd eaten a pound of dirt.

Finally it was dinner and off to sleep. Before eating, the metal collars were returned to their necks and chained to the back wall of each slave's stall to keep her from going anywhere. Nicole lay down in the pile of straw, the tiny fibers clung readily to her wet, exhausted body. She fell asleep almost immediately.