Unfortunate Ponygirl

Preface

This is a follow-on from another one of my stories: Accidental Ponygirl. You don't need to read that one before this one, but it will give you some background on the characters and tell you how Princess got into this situation in the first place.

Revision History

September 2026: Published Chapter 1

October 2026: Published Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Princess startled awake as the early morning sun filtered through a gap in the barn doors and the light spilled across her eyes. She banged her leather hooded head against the top of her cramped cage - it wasn't large enough for her to lay down in. She slept sitting upright on her butt with her knees tucked up near her chest, her neck bent forward to rest her head upon them.

There was no time to lose. She peeled her bare back away from the flat bars of the cage - their impressions in her skin would slowly fade over the next hour or so. She tucked her legs in closer to her body, making sure no part of her made contact with the metal cage around her. The reason for doing so was learned early in her stay with her cruel new captor. When Mistress Circe awoke, up in her comfortable bedroom in the mansion away and out of sight of the drafty barn, she would flip a switch. That switch would electrify the bars of Princess's cage. If Princess was still asleep at that time, or even if she was awake and just lightly grazing one of the bars, she'd get a rather nasty wakeup call. It didn't matter if she'd been worked to exhaustion the day before, it didn't matter if she'd only gotten four hours of sleep, it didn't matter if she was so sore that she could hardly move - when Circe awoke, so did Princess.

Princess shivered against the chill of the uninsulated barn. Aside from her hood, her collar, and the metal shackles around her wrists, she was naked. After double checking that she wasn't touching any part of the cage that surrounded her, Princess got to work on her next task. She parted her legs as much as she dared and reached her fingers between her thighs. A short chain ran between her shackles and through a ring set in the wooden barn floor, preventing her from lifting her wrists more than a few inches. She opened her mouth and let a dribble of saliva fall to her waiting fingers, which she then used to start rubbing her pussy.

Her digits stroked her soft lips and then moved to circle her slowly swelling clit. There was no pleasure in her masturbation - it was just another one of Circe's cruel ploys to humiliate her. That first morning after Princess arrived in the barn as a birthday gift for her new mistress, Circe had filled a bowl with the disgusting gruel that all Ionian slaves were fed and pushed it to Princess. Princess, understandably upset that her capture and enslavement had been masterminded by this malicious woman, flipped the bowl back at Circe and told her to go fuck herself. She still bore some of the marks she received from the whipping that ensued after that. Furthermore, Circe decreed that from then on Princess would not get breakfast each morning until she was the one who fucked herself - made herself cum in front of her mistress.

There were days when she couldn't do it. If she was too tired, or too sore, or Circe decided she was taking too long. Those days always turned out bad for Princess. She was only fed two times a day, in the morning when she came out of her cage, and at night before she was put back in. Missing half her calories for the day left her weakened and distracted, which led to punishments when she didn't perform to Circe's satisfaction, which led to more punishments as pain and humiliation piled on top of other pain and humiliation, which led to more punishments, which led to... an especially miserable day for a slave who was becoming no stranger to miserable days.

Her fingers plied the folds of her cunt. She could feel her body starting to respond and her own juices soon mixed with the saliva that wetted her pussy. She got herself to a baseline level of arousal, then eased up on her joyless masturbation. There was no telling when Circe would arrive - it could be minutes, or it could be hours. She might not even be awake yet. The only way to tell was for Princess to touch the bars of her cage, something she decidedly did not want to do. For all she knew Circe had stayed out late last night and was still sound asleep. Nevertheless, Princess had to navigate the fine line between keeping herself aroused and not pushing herself over the edge prematurely.

In the meantime she contemplated what the day might have in store for her. Would she be taken outside to march for miles under the watchful eye of her mistress? Or would she be left to herself on the hot-walker, forced to race around in circles to try and meet some impossible goal before sunset arrived? Perhaps she'd be spending the day in the barn. Princess shuddered at the thought. She looked around at all the racks and cages and restraints, and the accompanying implements of torture arrayed beside them. She hoped she'd be going outside.

It was over an hour before Circe finally arrived. Princess sat in a small puddle of her accumulated juices when the door to the barn banged opened and Circe huffed inside. She wore a breezy, flower print sundress and strappy leather sandals. Her long, mousy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders.

"Good morning, Mistress!" Princess chirped, trying her very best to disguise the pure loathing she felt for the wicked woman.

"Hmmph," Circe scoffed. Princess's stomach dropped. Clearly her mistress was upset about something. And that usually meant that Princess would bear the brunt of her anger, no matter the cause.

Circe went to the wall and threw the switch that would shut off the electricity to the cage, release the latches that held it fixed to the floor, and lift the heavy steel apparatus up to the ceiling for the day. Princess straightened her stiff neck and flexed her cramped shoulders. She spread her legs a little wider and refocused her efforts on her throbbing, wet cunt.

"Daddy took away my car," Circe pouted as she stalked her way to the cabinet that held Princess's breakfast supplies. "He said I get into too many accidents," she said as she perused the selection of dildos that she had for Princess to get herself off. "It's not my fault! I swear, they moved that mailbox!"

She made her choice and turned to toss the black rubber cock at Princess. It bounced off Princess's head and thumped onto the floor beside her. Princess stifled a sigh of despair. It was one of the longest and thickest dildos that her mistress kept in the cabinet. Princess's fears were confirmed - she'd be paying the price for her mistress's anger.

Circe pulled up a stool and sat down in front of her slave. "Cum for me, slut," she sneered.

Princess reached for the dildo. It was nearly a foot long and thick enough that she couldn't close the fingers of one hand around it, not even close. She leaned back and angled the tip of the floppy black cock into her cunt, grunting as it stretched her tight pussy. It didn't matter that she could have gotten herself off with just her fingers - her mistress gave her a toy and expected her to use it.

She pushed the dildo in deeper, feeling mostly pain as the thick shaft burrowed into her wet hole. After a few pumps it bottomed out on her cervix with just under half of the dildo still sticking out of her cunt.

"Get moving, whore! We haven't got all day," Circe snapped impatiently.

Princess knew she had to hurry. Circe was in a foul mood today. She reversed course and slid the monster cock out of her pussy, wriggling the bulbous tip around just barely inside herself.

"Mmm, mmm," she cooed as her pussy began to respond to the stimulation. Her cunt stretched just a little more with each thrust and she could feel her arousal growing. Her prep work had paid off. She turned her unfocused gaze upon her mistress - Circe forbade her from closing her eyes while she masturbated - and began pleasuring herself in earnest. A sheen of sweat soon covered her whole body. She pushed down the pain. She pushed down the humiliation.

"Mmm, mmm!" she panted. She could feel the orgasm approaching. "Mmmm, mmmm!" Now she rubbed her clit with one hand while she used the dildo to fuck herself with the other. The wave was building.

"Oh! Oh! Thank you, Mistress!" Princess howled as she came, locking eyes with Circe, as she was expected to, as the rush of endorphins flowed through her body.

"What are you, Princess?" Circe asked.

"I'm a worthless whore, Mistress," Princess automatically replied. She shifted her position to her knees, bringing her shackled wrists closer to her face, and feeling her muscles protest as she flexed and moved. Now she bent down and began licking the dildo clean while her mistress prepared her breakfast.

The metal dog bowl clattered to the floor. It had been topped up with the foul gray slurry that was her only source of sustenance. Specially formulated to contain all the nutrients she needed to stay alive, and it tasted like licking the bottom of a boot from someone who worked in a rendering plant. Princess could never get used to it. Her stomach rebelled as she mashed her face into the bowl and ate as quickly as she could. She knew she needed the sustenance to keep her going all day. She also knew that if she showed the slightest hesitation, or if she paused while eating, Circe would snatch the bowl away and innocently say "oh, I thought you were done".

Princess neared the bottom of the bowl. Her tongue traced along the edges, seeking every last morsel of the dreadful slop while her heavy breasts swayed beneath her bent body. Her ringed nipples clattered noisily against the floor as she moved. Her tits still ached from the heavy weights that had been bound to them while she'd trained yesterday. Her gaping, wet pussy wagged in the air as she angled herself to get the last bit from the bowl.

Meanwhile, Circe went to fetch Princess's water bottle. It was shaped like an oversized baby bottle, complete with an exaggerated nipple at the bottom. Princess always looked forward to drinking her morning ration of water since it would help wash the taste of the awful slurry out of her mouth.

Circe filled the gallon sized bottle to about a third full. She was about to screw the top on when Princess caught a devilish gleam in her mistress's eye. "You know," Circe said. "I heard that it's expected to be a bit warm today. I'd better give you a tad more to drink. We don't want you getting dehydrated, do we?"

But rather than returning to the hose, Circe lifted her sundress, revealing her bare pussy. She parted her legs and pressed the opening against her cunt, then she turned a sinister smirk towards Princess as she let loose a heavy stream of piss into the water bottle. Princess couldn't hide her look of shock and disgust as she saw her supply of water despoiled by her cruel mistress, whose smile grew wider as she saw Princess's reaction.

After she emptied her bladder Circe screwed the top on and suspended the bottle from the cage hanging above Princess. The slave contemplated the fouled water, now tinged a pale yellow color.

"Go on, drink up!" Circe urged. "Unless you're not thirsty?"

That got Princess to move. She never knew if she'd be offered any more to drink during the day. With the mood Circe seemed to be in, it was unlikely. Her stomach turned as she lifted her body up towards the downward hanging nipple. Her mistress had positioned the bottle high enough that Princess had to stretch against her wrists shackled to the floor and crane her neck up to reach it.

Her lips closed around the nipple and sucked the first drops through - there was no mistaking the taste of piss even though it had been watered down. Princess resisted the urge to pull away, to spit it out, to stop drinking. She needed the hydration. She was so thirsty.

Circe watched gleefully, chuckling to herself as her slave debased herself by drinking her piss. She urged Princess on, telling her to drink faster. Princess didn't stop until the bottle was empty. She sat back on her legs, feeling nauseous.

"All done?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," Princess replied, trying to quell the revolt in her stomach. Circe took the empty bottle away. Princess knew what the next step in their morning routine was. She bowed her head. "Please, Mistress, may I use my toilet bucket?"

Circe seemed to consider the request for a second, though she rarely denied the plea unless she was looking for an excuse to later punish Princess when she inevitably lost control and pissed herself without permission. "Alright, make it quick." She kicked a bucket over to Princess, who swiftly set it upright and squatted over top of it.

She could feel the blush rising to her cheeks as her piss splattered into the empty bucket. For this, too, Princess was expected to maintain eye contact with her mistress. Despite it being a daily occurrence, Princess just couldn't get over the humiliation of having to relieve herself in front of the woman. The next part was worse. Her slave diet and the frequent application of butt plugs made shitting difficult. Circe stared expectantly at Princess while the girl strained and grunted and finally dropped a turd with a splashy plop. Princess quickly grabbed the rag that had fallen out of the bucket when it was kicked her way and used it to clean herself up.

"Finished?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," Princess stated.

"Okay," Circe said standing up from her stool. "The bad news is that Daddy took my car away. The good news is that my new carriage arrived yesterday. The servants just finished assembling it last night. So you'll be taking me around for my errands today!"

Princess felt a chill run down her spine. She was going to be paraded around out in public! Up until now Circe had been satisfied to torture and abuse her ponygirl in the privacy of her own property. Sure, the cruel woman had brought by plenty of guests to show off her new toy to, but this was different, this was way worse.

Circe reached down and unhooked Princess's shackles from the floor. "Alright, slave. On your feet!"

Princess jumped up and stood at attention, chest out, feet spread shoulder-width apart. This was as unfettered as she would be all day. She had to fight down the urge to leap at Circe and choke her to death - Circe held the remote to Princess's collar in her hand. At the touch of a button her collar would draw tight, cutting off all circulation to her brain. Princess would pass out faster than one could say 'unrelenting torture', which is what would be in store for her when she came to. It only took a couple of escape attempts before Princess decided that her chances of eluding or overcoming Circe were too slim to continue trying.

Princess shook away her thoughts of freedom and presented the dildo that she'd finished cleaning earlier so that Circe could put it away.

"Why don't you hold onto that for now," Circe suggested. "I think we can use it. Come, let's get you ready for our journey."

She followed Circe out of the barn with a feeling of dread.

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Princess waited in the hot sun for her mistress to return. It had taken a good part of the morning to get her bondage just right - the ever image-conscious Circe would never dare to be seen in public looking anything less than her best, and that included her new pony girl, too.

Princess stood tall on her black stilettos. Moving around in such daunting high heels was no longer quite the challenge that it had been at the start of her captivity - practice, practice, and more practice had relieved her of the unsteadiness she felt as she balanced high up on her toes. Though no amount of training could relieve her of the pain and soreness her poor feet felt after a day of marching around in such extreme footwear. And Princess had no doubt that she was in for an all day stint on her feet.

The towering shoes were affixed to her feet by thick leather cuffs that wrapped snugly around her ankles so she couldn't kick them off even if she wanted to. Her legs were wrapped in sheer black thigh high stockings. Rather than garters to help hold them up, her thighs were circled by studded leather straps that had been pulled needlessly tight for no other reason than make Princess suffer. But the stockings weren't just for show - they were another element of her restraint. Princess knew that if she got a run in her stockings there would be hell to pay when her mistress found out. That meant that even during times of rest she needed to stay up on her feet, kneeling on the rough ground was out of the question.

Over her upper body Princess wore a sleeveless black latex top that fit her like a second skin. Her breasts had been pulled through a pair of holes in the front leaving them fully exposed and making Princess feel more naked than if she'd worn nothing at all. The top came down to her navel where it disappeared beneath the leather waist cincher that had been drawn so tight that Princess could only take shallow breaths. The item molded her already glorious curves into an hourglass shape that was nothing short of perfection.

Princess's elbows and wrists met behind her back, trapped in place by a black leather armbinder that Circe had meticulously laced as tight as she possibly could. Already Princess could feel her shoulders ache, and the day was just beginning.

No expense had been spared on the carriage that sat unoccupied behind Princess. The two-wheeled vehicle was equipped with a padded velvet bench, complete with a sunshade mounted overhead. This was held above the single axle by an elaborate suspension to ensure the smoothest ride possible for its passengers. A sturdy leather bound trunk hung off the back to offer plenty of storage. All these features had the added effect of making the vehicle heavier than any of the carriages Princess had pulled in her time before she had been sold to Circe.

The carriage had been hitched to Princess via a long bar that jutted out of the front. A thick leather strap ran from the front side of her waist cincher, down between her legs, and then up through a ring on the back of her cincher where it supported the end of the bar. The intended effect was for the weight of the cart to be supported by her waist and hips, with the leather strap drawn tightly across her pussy. However, Circe had come up with the brilliant idea (in her mind) of first stuffing Princess with the oversized dildo she'd used to get herself off that morning. So now the strap ran over the end of the thick, long dildo that jutted out from her aching cunt.

With the leather strap of the carriage harness held away from her body by the end of the dildo, Princess's flowing tail parted to either side of it before cascading down to brush the back of her calves. The tail plug Circe had chosen for her today was not as large as Princess had become used to seeing, acquiescing to the simple fact that a larger butt plug simply couldn't fit inside Princess with her pussy so thoroughly overstuffed. Circe was proud to point out that the tail was made with real human hair, and then added that once Princess's hair had grown out long enough she would have it fashioned into a tail for her as well.

Cognizant of the fact that taking Princess out in public in the city that she grew up in was a risk (given that Princess was enslaved under the false pretense that she was a foreign captive), Circe did her best to conceal Princess's head under a heavy leather hood that she wore over her usual latex hood. It included an integrated inflatable gag that Circe pumped up until Princess was begging for mercy (and then a few more pumps after that for good measure). The tight laces pulled the leather plenty snug around her head, almost making the overly tightened buckles that followed redundant. Two small grommets beneath her nostrils allowed Princess fresh air and two narrow slits in front of her eyes allowed her to see, though the leather blinders fixed on either side of her head kept her gaze focused squarely ahead of her. The only other openings in the oppressive leather hood were two holes on the top of her head through which Circe had fed Princess's dark brown pigtails.

The last item to finish the look was a tall leather posture collar which Circe had switched out for Princess's usual control collar. The restrictive leather band circled her neck from the tops of her shoulders to just under her chin making turning her head or lowering her chin practically impossible. The snug collar pressed all around her throat making swallowing difficult. If her mouth hadn't been so completely stoppered up by her oversized gag she'd have been drooling like an idiot all over her chest. Between the gag, the collar, and the hood, Princess was unable to communicate beyond muted grunts, squeals, and groans.

After getting Princess all set up Circe took some extra time making sure that her slave looked her absolute best. She polished the leather and latex that covered the woman, she brushed out her long tangled hair, and she even buffed her slave's shiny metal nipple rings before attaching the reins that ran from the carriage bench to the ponygirl. Two long leather straps connected from where Circe would sit, over through a ring on either side of Princess's collar and then down to each ringed nipple. Once that was done Circe tied off her ponygirl to a hitch and returned to the mansion to get herself ready for the day.

Princess waited nearly an hour for her mistress to come back. Her feet, pressed into the cruel high heels, were already aching. Kneeling was not an option, she'd been left waiting on a rough gravel pathway which would surely shred her delicate stockings. She debated back and forth whether it would upset her mistress if she squatted down to rest. The anxious decision and its consequences played out in her mind for many minutes before she finally decided to go for it. She widened her stance and eased herself lower, groaning as she felt the large dildo twist and flex within her pussy. She had just dropped down into a low squat when - Crack! - a whip strike flashed in from the side of her narrowed vision and snapped into her bare breast.

"Eeek!" Princess squealed.

"Get up, slut! It's time to go!" Circe ordered. Had she been standing there waiting for Princess to tire, or was it just a coincidence that she showed up when Princess decided to move? Princess pondered that and her stinging tit as she quickly stood up and Circe untied her from the hitching post and then went to take her place on the carriage.

Princess could feel the carriage shift and then - Thump! - Circe hopped on and plopped into the driver's seat.

"Unnnngh!" Princess groaned as the sudden shift in weight was transferred to the strap running between her legs and the giant dildo was rammed deeper into her cunt. Despite its impeccable design to accommodate all of the comforts of its rider, the carriage was not well balanced. Rather than locating most of the weight over the axle, the placement of the bench put a larger share of the mass forward of that, which meant the unfortunate ponygirl at the front of the cart carried a greater share of the burden, as Princess now discovered.

Circe jostled about, finding the best spot to sit where she could best control the reins while also having room to swing the buggy whip that came with the carriage. Princess felt every movement as it translated into her suffering cunt. Finally Circe settled into place and took up the reins. Princess felt a hard yank on both straps connected to her nipples. Her tits followed, twisting up and back towards her collar. She howled in pain while Circe ordered, "Back up, slut!"

Princess followed the command, blindly moving backwards against the bar poking her in the lower back, feeling the full weight of the carriage as it resisted moving on the rough gravel. After a few steps Circe relented, then issued another hard yank, this time only on Princess's left nipple, ordering her to turn. Princess knew from hard experience that Circe was never gentle on the reins and today her tits would surely pay dearly for it. She carefully sidestepped, pivoting the carriage until it was aligned with the pathway that would lead them back toward the house.

Crack! Crack!

Princess was spurred forward by a snap of the buggy whip on each of her bare butt cheeks. She dug her toes into the gravel and leaned her weight against the harness.

Crack! "Giddyap, whore!" Circe demanded when the acceleration wasn't to her liking. Princess grunted and pumped her legs, urging the cart forward with all her strength. They advanced towards the house. It finally came into view after meandering over a couple of small hills. It was Princess's first time seeing the estate despite weeks of living in its expansive backyard and it was even larger and more ostentatious than she imagined it would be. Surrounded on all sides by gleaming marble columns and adorned with perfectly manicured gardens and intricate statues and fountains. Princess earned herself several more strokes of the whip as her eyes wandered along its majesty.

They circled around to the front of the house and onto its lengthy paved driveway. Princess recognized Circe's car from among the luxury automobiles arrayed along the side, not only because she had ridden in the car with Circe before her capture, but also because of the significant damage inflicted on the front end when she had recently crashed it. Though her father had taken the car away from Circe, Princess knew it was only a matter of time before it got returned to her. Circe was spoiled rotten by her dear, sweet daddy and he could never say no to her, not for long anyway. In the meantime, unfortunately, it meant that Princess would be Circe's primary means of transportation.

They got to the end of driveway and turned out onto the streets. There, Circe really laid into her pony slave. Crack! Crack! Princess's ass suffered under the lash as Circe barked orders, demanding the simultaneous satisfaction of the contradictory goals to run faster, to keep her knees up, and to stop jostling the carriage so much while she ran. 

Princess huffed and puffed and suffered and pulled. As they turned onto the highway Circe decided to push her ponygirl harder to see just how fast she could go. Again and again she swung the buggy whip into the pony girl's ass. Princess's legs pumped as her toes pounded down on the pavement. The arm of the carriage bobbed up and down with her movements yanking again and again on the strap running between her legs, slamming the large dildo harder against her cervix with every agonizing step. With the fuel shortages from the war there were few cars on the road, but the ones that did pass slowed so that the drivers could gawk at the spectacle of a pony slave pulling a carriage. Circe smiled and waved, basking in the attention while Princess flushed with the humiliation of being treated like a beast of burden.

After the exhausting sprint down the highway they eventually turned off onto the streets of the local shopping district. As Princess had grown up in the area, she easily could have navigated to their destination had Circe bothered to mention where they were going, but that would have deprived the cruel woman of the fun she had steering her pony girl via the excessively cruel yanks on her reins. Princess's tits twisted and stretched as they changed lanes and turned corners. Circe laughed at and mocked the suffering girl as she had difficulty controlling the heavy carriage. She only rarely used the built-in handbrake to help slow the vehicle when descending hills or coming to stops, instead preferring to watch her slave struggle.

Finally they reached their destination. Circe steered the cart in front of a small boutique and tied off Princess to the parking meter before traipsing inside. Princess collapsed into a squat, exhausted from the taxing journey. She gasped in short, shallow breaths due to the tightness of her waist cincher. Her pale ass had been whipped to a bright red by the thrashing she'd received from the buggy whip along the way. Her tits ached from the harsh pull of the reins. Her feet throbbed from the cruel heels that kept her poised up on tiptoe. Sweat poured from her skin, trapped beneath tight latex or soaking into the leather that bound her. But worst of all was her poor, overstuffed cunt - she felt like she'd been fucked by a utility pole, and what's worse was the fact that her day was just beginning. At the very least she'd still have the trip back home.

Home. The word brought a wave of melancholy over Princess. To think that the barn where she slept in a cramped cage and was tortured by a cruel sadist was home, that somehow hurt worse than her aching body. Gone were the thoughts of the house she had grown up in, the bed where she'd slept, the people that cared for her - all she had now was Circe.

Princess lifted her tired head and looked at the woman through the window of the boutique. She sipped champagne as she browsed the blouses and dresses that lined the racks of the store, casually chatting with the shopgirl, blithely ignoring her slave squatting just outside.

Now that the frenzy of the journey was temporarily passed Princess became more aware of her surroundings. She noticed the pedestrians wandering up and down the sidewalks, pausing to gawk at the lewdly exposed woman bound at their feet. Princess shied away from their piercing glares, hoping to cover herself and preserve some modesty, but it was impossible with her arms bound behind her back and her tits so prominently on display. She found herself hoping that no one she knew saw her, even though their chances of recognizing her were incredibly slim and her discovery was her last, best chance at freedom.

After a little while Circe came out of the boutique with an armload of shopping bags which she stuffed into the trunk on the back of the carriage. Crack! Princess felt the buggy whip slash across her breast. Crack! Crack!

"Up, you lazy sow! Enough idling about!" Circe demanded. Crack! Crack!

Princess struggled to push herself upright. Her muscles had stiffened while she rested and now resisted her movements. Circe's whip pelting across her tits goaded her back into position. She settled back onto the bench and with some excessive pulls on the reins and plenty more swings of the whip upon her ass, they were off to their next destination.

This time they took the scenic route through the park. Circe slowed the carriage to a crawl so that she (and by extension, Princess) could bask in the attention that the spectacle of a ponygirl prancing in front of a carriage caused. "Knees high! Chest out!" Circe barked, reminding Princess of her handlers back during her training. She withered under the amused and lascivious glares of the onlookers, wishing she could disappear into the hard pavement Circe had her high stepping across.

Their next stop was at a nail salon where Circe treated herself to mani-pedi while Princess again suffered outside, bearing the threats and insults that were hurled at her from passersby who assumed she was a captured citizen of their hated enemy. Outside the salon Princess had been hitched up to an actual horse trough - perhaps she wasn't the only ponygirl who was taken out on the town since the practice of enslaving enemy captives had been instituted. While waiting out in the streets she had seen a few other slaves, carrying packages or holding parasols over their owners while they walked. These were the more common 'domestic' slaves the government sold to help fund its war. They were mostly older men and matronly women, dressed in simple gray tunics that made Princess envious. She didn't see any other pony slaves, and the laborers would of course be off in the fields or the mines working themselves to death.

Princess gazed longingly at cloudy water before her, which several passing denizens made a point of spitting into as they sneered at Princess. Despite that she would have gladly drank from the trough, but the severity of her gag and hood made the task utterly impossible. Instead she watched as the cool water teased her dry mouth and sweaty skin. She considered dunking her head into the pool to cool off, but thought better of it when she realized how mad Circe would be if she matted her hair and sullied her hood.

Soon they were on to their next destination - a cafe. Circe made sure to get a table near the window so that Princess could watch as her mistress leisurely ate her lunch and sipped her tea. Princess's stomach rumbled. Her diet of gruel was generally enough to keep her going, but today had been especially taxing and her hunger grew as the afternoon wore on. She knew that the only meal she might expect, if she was lucky, was a dinner of more of the disgusting slop before she was put back in her cage for the night.

Gazing at her mistress dining in the cafe, Princess didn't notice the figure that approached her from the side even as his shadow blocked the sun from her sweating skin. A hard yank on one of her pigtails brought her attention to the man, though the rigidity of her collar forced her to twist her whole body to face him.

"Well, well," a square-jawed soldier wearing the uniform of a captain in the air corps sneered. "If it isn't an Ionian whore who's finally found her rightful place in society. You know, I've killed so many of your countrymen that it's been a while since I've seen one of you in one piece. Stand up. Let me get a look at you."

Princess was 'helped' upright by a sharp pull on her armbinder. The captain stepped around behind her and ran his hands up her stockinged legs and patted her well-whipped rump. Princess stood frozen in fear, uncertain what this stranger was capable of.

"Come on, stand up a little taller. Don't your people have any pride?" Princess stiffened her back and thrust out her chest. The captain took this as an invitation to fondle her aching tits. "Maybe just a little taller," he suggested. Then he crushed both her nipples in a tight pinch and lifted Princess until even the tall heels on her shoes couldn't reach the ground.

"Unnngh! Unnngh!" Princess protested as she stood up on the very tips of her toes while the man smirked.

"See something you like?" Princess heard Circe say as she walked up behind the slave and the soldier. The airman released Princess's nipples and turned to face Circe.

"Now I do," he said slyly as he looked Circe up and down. Princess could see her mistress blush a little at the obvious flattery. "I'm used to seeing these savages from thirty thousand feet up as my squadron levels their cities. It's good to see them being put to good use back here at home. I bet you've trained her well."

"I'm just finishing lunch," Circe smiled. "Why don't you come join me and I'll tell you about it."

The captain, who introduced himself as Ajax, took Circe's hand and they walked back into the cafe. Princess dropped back into her squat with her nipples still throbbing. She watched as Circe and the soldier talked and flirted. Several times they glanced or pointed at Princess and laughed. Eventually they came out of the cafe, Ajax with his arm around Circe. Princess sprang upright to receive her mistress. Her stomach sank though when she realized that the cruel woman was not parting ways with the captain but instead he was coming back with them.

The ponygirl felt the carriage shift as her mistress climbed aboard and slid over to make room for the man. Ajax, who was much larger than Circe, trundled up next. Princess cried out in distress as he sank down on the bench and the harness running between her legs tightened. Ajax alone would have been a challenge to chauffeur about, combined with Circe and her shopping spoils, Princess was pressed to her very limit. She felt like her legs would buckle under the burden.

She felt the hard pull of the reins to steer her out into the street, then shrieked in pain as she felt the buggy whip tear across her outer thigh. Ajax, it seemed, had been given control of the whip while Circe handled the steering - it was the worst of both worlds. What the captain lacked in accuracy with his swings he made up for in strength.

"A little higher, dear," Circe advised. "She really responds to it when you hit her on the ass."

Crack! Princess felt her knees grow weak as her ass exploded in pain. "Get moving, cunt!" Ajax ordered while Circe tightened her grip on the reins. Princess threw her weight against the harness. It took all her strength just to get the cart moving, but with plenty of encouragement from her two sadistic passengers they were soon on their way.

Fortunately for Princess the new couple found distraction with each other. She could hear them kissing and canoodling in the carriage behind her as she meandered back to the highway with less and less steering input from her mistress. Though every so often she feel the blazing fury of a full powered whip strike on her ass to keep her motivated.

Circe had had many boyfriends in the time that Princess knew her before her capture. They never lasted. She would either tire of them or they would discover how selfish and spoiled she was. But this was the first time Princess had met one of her new flames since she had become the woman's property. She feared what it would mean for her.

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Princess was dead on her feet as she staggered the last hundred yards to the barn. Every bump, every dip, every twist felt like a sharp kick to her cunt. She gasped for breath and felt her pulse pounding in her ears. Her legs trembled as she pulled up alongside the barn and her passengers disembarked.

It was then that Circe discovered, much to her delight, that the enormous dildo, which had begun the day protruding from her ponygirl's cunt, had been pounded so deep into her snatch that the harness strap now laid flat between her overstuffed pussy lips. Princess's pussy had been so thoroughly stretched and abused that it couldn't withstand the significant length and girth of the mighty dildo which had forced its way inside.

Princess had hoped the young couple would retreat back to the mansion to spend some time alone together. Unfortunately, Ajax followed Circe into the barn, intent on playing with the ponygirl for a little while longer before she was put away for the night. She was stripped of everything but her collar, her hood, and her stockings and heels. Then Circe demanded that she make herself cum for them with the oversized dildo.

Princess sat back on the floor and gripped the end of the giant toy - just sliding the deeply buried cock out of her cunt left her shuddering in pain. She was so sore, so tired, so drained that she just couldn't do it. Her hands trembled as her weak arms failed to lift the dildo back into her pussy. Her perceived defiance did not go unanswered.

Ajax decided he'd try and impress Circe with his rope work and Princess soon found herself with her breasts tightly bound by several loops of rope at the base of each. These ropes joined together and passed up through a ring in the ceiling then dropped back down where it was used to bind her elbows together behind her back. The length was adjusted short enough that Princess had to decide between wrenching her shoulders upward or dangling by her bound breasts. Her tightly tied tits soon darkened to a soft purple, the rings through her nipples sticking straight out as she teetered on tiptoe before her tormentors.

Then the whips came out. Princess screamed and danced and kicked and flailed as her body was assaulted from all angles by the single tail whip each attacker wielded. With most of her pony gear removed there was little to shield her from the cruel strikes and nearly every part of her body was fair game. Her stockings, which she'd gone to such great lengths to protect, were soon shredded by sharp, stinging lashes that rained down on her legs. Her tits flopped within their bindings as each assailant took turns trying to strike her nipples. Her ass, already welted and bruised by the buggy whip, drew much of the attention.

After a while, though, Circe began to grow jealous that Ajax was paying more attention to Princess than to her. She guided the young soldier out of the stables and led him back to the mansion, leaving her sobbing and anguished slave dangling from the ceiling.

It wasn't until an hour later that Hector, the night watchman, came by to release Princess. He and his daytime counterpart, Daedalus, were often left to look after Princess when Circe was away. They were loyal. They were efficient. And Princess dreaded their arrival just as much as that of Circe since they would follow her orders without question. This time, however, Princess was grateful to be rescued.

Hector lowered her from her suspension and prepared to put her away for the night. Princess was so sore that she could barely move while he prepared her dinner - the short chain that kept her collar close to the floor was hardly necessary. She wept with relief when the oppressive leather hood with its enormous inflatable gag was removed from her head and she was able to flex her jaw for the first time since it went on that morning.

Her bowl of slop clattered down in front of her and Princess sighed. She knew the extra little 'favor' that Hector demanded when he was the one to feed her. Keeping her face pressed to her bowl, she rose to her knees and reached behind her to spread her butt cheeks, wincing as her hands made contact with her viciously battered behind. Hector quickly plowed his rock hard cock into her recently unplugged asshole and fucked her with all the grace and subtly of a jackhammer. Princess grunted and braced herself, trying to eat her dinner while the man drilled her ass. She knew that when he was done, so was she, so she needed to eat quickly.

Fortunately tonight Hector had deigned to lubricate his hard cock, likely by smearing it in the slop that Princess now ate. Her face bounced against the bowl in time with his thrusts while she tried to lick up the last few globs within it. She sensed that Hector was nearing completion.

Princess was certain that Circe would never approve of the way Hector took advantage of her - Circe did not share her toys, especially with the hired help. But Princess also knew that she could never say anything about it. For one, it seemed that she would be just as likely as Hector to be punished for it, and two, Princess didn't want to get on the bad side of the man responsible for freeing her from Circe's cruel tortures when they lasted late into the night.

Hector shoved his cock balls deep into Princess's ass, pressing hard against her bruised butt while he leaned forward and unlatched the chain on Princess's collar. Then in one swift movement he yanked his stiff dick out of her ass and pulled her up onto her knees, spinning her around. Princess dutifully opened her mouth and tipped her head back to receive his load. Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky jizz landed on her tongue and pooled in her mouth. Only after she was sure he was finished did she close her lips and swallow. Her mind rebelled at the realization that, after day upon day of a steady diet of disgusting slop, she had actually come to appreciate the taste of his warm, salty jizz in her mouth.

"Thank you, sir," Princess whispered, then got straight to work licking the mess from his softening cock, reigniting the rebellion in her stomach that threatened to empty it of its contents.

After that she was given water and an opportunity to use her toilet bucket. Then the only thing left to do was her nightly ritual of licking clean her shoes and butt plug before she was finally returned to her cramped cage with her wrists shackled to the floor. She was soon fast asleep, dreading the fact that when the morning came it would be another day of hell.