Accidental Ponygirl

The next morning was more of the same. The girls were ordered to wear their corsets and pony boots. They diligently slipped the corsets around their waists and then used the hooks on the wall to tighten them to the extreme. As Nicole gasped for breath under the crushing punishment of her corset, she went to pick up her pony boots and was surprised to find that they had been modified during the night. All the Omega girls' boots now sported a heavy iron sole.

Nicole slipped her foot into the boot, feeling the familiar discomfort of her toes bending into position, then laced up the boot. When she lifted her leg she could immediately feel the difference. With the metal bottom, each boot was easily a couple pounds heavier - something she would certainly notice after a long day marching about.

She begrudgingly put her butt plug into her mouth, at least that was the same size as the day before, and bent down to present her ass with her hands obediently pulling apart her butt cheeks. Today when Dilios came around, he affixed her cuffed wrists to each side of her corset with a foot long chain, allowing her arms a surprising amount of freedom compared to the bondage she'd endured in earlier days.

The morning started out with the girls high stepping underneath the beam. The Omegas seemed to draw the most attention from the guards' horsewhip as their heavier boots made lifting their legs over and over especially taxing. All the while, chainsaws roared in the distance, still cleaning up the fallen debris from the previous day's storm. By the time they were given a rest, Nicole's thighs burned with exhaustion. Her leg quivered as she held her knee aloft. Her backside stung with the welts she'd accrued to that point.

After the break, the girls were taken two by two to the other side of the barn. Nicole was paired up with Sugarpuss. Together, Achilles grabbed their reins and guided them around the building. The ever-defiant Sugarpuss lagged behind, forcing the guard to yank her reins repeatedly to keep her moving.

On the other side of the barn Nicole could see that each pair before them had been assigned to a wagon. They knelt, waiting, in front of each one. The wagons had four large wooden wheels supporting a flat bed that was about six feet wide and eight feet long. A long wooden T-bar stuck out from the front axle, allowing a pair of ponygirls to pull and steer the wagon.

Nicole and Sugarpuss were taken before an unclaimed wagon and ordered to kneel behind the T-bar. No attempt was made to hitch them to the cart. They waited while the remaining girls were brought around and put in front of their own cart. The Omegas were paired separately from the Alphas.

Jugs and Jangles made one of the Omega pairs. Jangles looked like she'd been through hell serving the guards the previous night - she sported several fresh bite marks all over her soft, sensitive tits. Tiny and Cookie made up the other pair. Tiny struggled to walk in her heavy boots as she trudged towards her cart, her tired legs dragging on the ground.

Among the Alphas the pairs were: Blondie and Dimples, Buttons and Curly, and Misty and Chestnut. Chestnut shambled along like a ghost. Her delayed flogging for pissing herself the previous day weighed heavy on her mind. She'd hardly slept at all the night before and kept making anxious glances out into the field with the whipping posts.

With everyone assembled and assigned to a cart, Achilles limped out before them. "Listen up, cunts," he said. "You've been enlisted to help clean up the mess from the storm that blew through yesterday. Out at the other side of that field," he pointed to a pasture off in the distance, "we've cut up some of the trees that got blown over. Your job is to gather up the logs that have been cut and pile them over there." He pointed to a clearing next to the barn.

"Each pair will have their own pile. The two Omegas with the biggest stack will be promoted to Alphas tomorrow. The two Alphas with the smallest stack will be demoted to Omegas. Work fast. Work together. You have until one hour before sunset. Get to work!"

All the girls rose to their feet. They grabbed the T-bar with their unrestricted arms and pushed their empty carts out towards the destination they were given. A couple of the pairs were eager to get an early lead and hurried ahead. The empty carts were fairly easy to move, especially with two girls pulling, and they bounced along through the empty field.

Nicole, however, soon noticed that her cart was lagging behind the others. She glanced over at Sugarpuss and saw that the girl was hardly pulling at all. Her arms rested lazily on the bar in front of her.

"Come on!" Nicole urged, trying to enunciate around the tight bit between her teeth. With Jangles exhausted by the guard visit and Tiny hardly strong enough to move the empty cart, she thought they stood a good chance of beating the other Omegas and being free from the extra punishment that entailed.

Sugarpuss glared back at Nicole. Then she stopped, pulling the cart to a halt with her. Nicole couldn't make out everything the defiant slave uttered, especially since it was peppered with plenty of curse words directed at her and Aegea in general, but the jist of what she said was that she'd rather suffer being an Omega if it meant she could spare one of her friends from the same fate. The fact that Nicole, an Aegean herself, would suffer in the place of an Ionian only made the deal even better.

With Sugarpuss's tirade knocking out any hope of victory, the obstinate girl smiled and resumed pushing the cart.

When they finally made it to the far side of the field, Nicole and Sugarpuss saw that the other girls had already begun loading up the logs. There must have been at least thirty felled trees in the area, with enough timber to fill everyone's cart many times over. Nicole steered the cart next to a high chain link fence topped with razor wire. There was a gap in the fence where one of the trees had fallen over onto it during the storm.

Standing in the gap was Achilles, holding a horsewhip. He sneered at Sugarpuss, who was gazing interestedly into the thick forest beyond the hole in the fence. "Don't get any ideas, fuckhole," he growled, tapping the stun baton on his belt. "Now get to work!"

Nicole walked around to the side of the cart to begin loading. The timber had been cut into chunks small enough to move, but heavy enough to make it difficult. With her wrists chained to her sides and standing up on tiptoe in her pony boots, she had to bend awkwardly to grab each heavy log. Sugarpuss showed no interest in helping to load. That is, until the guard took notice of her standing about. With the swing of his whip he soon had the slave working to load the cart to the satisfaction of Nicole.

"A couple of lazy cunts, eh?" he remarked. "Tell ya what, I'll save this particular tree for you two. If it's not entirely moved by the end of the day then it'll be ten lashes for each of you!"

With this added motivation, the pair soon had the cart loaded with timber. However, they soon realized that they had made the mistake of assuming that they could actually pull a fully loaded cart. Nicole and Sugarpuss leaned against the bar, pushing with all their might, but the cart wouldn't budge. Nicole went to unload some of the logs, but was stopped by a cut of the horsewhip across her back.

"No unloading here, whore. Take it back to the camp," Achilles ordered.

Nicole and Sugarpuss tried again. Grunting and straining, they were finally able to get the wagon moving once they rocked it back and forth a few times. The guard gave them each a kiss of his whip to encourage them back to the starting area. The girls heaved and shoved. As long as they kept the wagon rolling it wouldn't get stuck again.

It was about a half mile from the collection area to the dropoff point. By the time they got there they were dripping with sweat. Their tired legs trudged forward, the heavy cart swayed back and forth as the wheels rolled over the uneven ground. On their way, they saw a couple teams already heading out again, pulling emptied carts behind them.

Nicole and Sugarpuss unloaded their wagon under the watchful eye of Dilios. By the time they had finished, one of the Alpha teams was already returning with their second load in a wagon that was, smartly, only half filled.

Back and forth, back and forth. The girls carried load after load after load under the hot sun. No breaks were taken. No breaks were offered. The closest thing anyone got to a rest was bringing the empty cart back through the field before picking up the next load of heavy cargo.

Nicole's arms soon ached as badly as her exhausted legs, this being the first exercise they'd gotten since her capture. Lifting the heavy logs left her back sore and her skin scratched and stuck with splinters. When it became apparent that the pair would meet the minimum set by the guard, Sugarpuss pared back the amount of effort she was willing to put into the job. At each trip back to the drop-off point Nicole could see how their pile greatly lagged behind that of the others.

Finally, as the sun sank lower in the sky, they were called to a halt. Each pair returned their wagon to a shed nearby, then stood in front of their pile of logs. The Alphas, unhindered by the heavy pony boots, had succeeded in moving much more timber than the Omegas. But they were competing with each other for the right to stay as Alphas.

Unfortunately for Chestnut and Misty, they'd moved the least timber from among the three pairs of Alphas. Misty cried softly to herself as they broke the news to her. Chestnut was too distracted by her date with the whipping post to react.

Among the Omegas, Tiny and Cookie had managed to move the most and would now be Alphas. The girls stood a little taller, proud of their accomplishment. But then Achilles brought his attention to Nicole and Sugarpuss, whose pile of logs was dwarfed by the others.

"Weren't you two warned against giving up? Maybe you two have trouble working as a team?" he wondered. "Well I've got a wonderful team building exercise for you two tonight. It'll help you learn to cooperate."

He grabbed the reins of the two girls and dragged them beneath a horizontal bar supported by two posts. He shoved the girls to their knees, facing each other. Then he took out a rope, threw it over the bar, and tied an end to each girl's reins. He adjusted the length so that it was taut when each slave was up on her knees with her chin tipped up. Finally, he freed their hands so that they could remove their pony boots, the only mercy they were allowed. After that he cuffed their wrists and elbows together behind their backs.

"This is where you'll be sleeping. If you work together and take turns, one of you can lay down at any given time. I'll leave it to you to work out the details."

The next matter to be taken care of was Chestnut. The girl was trembling with fear as she was taken to the whipping posts, strung up in a standing spread-eagle, and then had her corset removed. The remaining girls were brought near and told to kneel in a line behind the guard unfurling his whip.

"Three lashes," he announced. "And if any one of you looks away then I repeat the stroke."

All eyes were focused on the brown haired beauty. Her tail plug swished softly as she struggled and pulled against her bonds. Crack! Her anguished screams echoed throughout the compound. Her body bucked like she'd been struck by lightning. The other slaves winced, some cried, but all stared intently at the poor girl. Twice more the bullwhip slashed across her back, leaving vivid, red welts.

Then the girls were taken away. Buttons and Misty were chosen to entertain the guards for the night. The rest returned to the barn. Nicole soon realized that not only would she be spending the night outdoors with Sugarpuss, but she also wouldn't be fed or relieved of her uncomfortable bondage.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a hard tug on her reins. "Me first, then you," Sugarpuss decided as she pulled herself down to the ground, yanking Nicole upward as she did so. Nicole was surprised by the girl's strength and determination. She followed the pulling until she was again up on her feet, her head tipped up toward the gradually brightening stars while Sugarpuss curled up on her side to try and get some sleep.

Nicole was in no mood to battle. Her partner was bigger, stronger, and meaner, fighting would only leave her more tired. She decided she'd let Sugarpuss rest for a couple hours, then she'd wake the girl so that she could take her own turn laying on the ground.