Unfortunate Ponygirl

The food bowl plopped down in front of Princess just out of reach of her shackled body. It'd been a few days since Circe had had her repaired car returned to her by her father, and the novelty of traveling everywhere behind her hardworking ponygirl had worn off, so Princess had resumed her "usual" activities around the barn. Thankfully her mistress's dalliance with Ajax was just a one night stand and the cruel soldier wasn't seen again.

"Today is a special day, slave. Do you know what it is?" Circe asked, looking down at her kneeling captive.

Princess thought hard, trying to recall anything her mistress might have said earlier in the week. She had no idea what the date was - all the days ran together in this hellish existence. Time was an ethereal concept for a slavegirl - an hour's punishment might feel like an eternity while she suffered and begged and pleaded for mercy, and an hour's rest might pass in the blink of an eye before her exhausted body was called into service again. All the days blended together, weaving a fine tapestry of misery and pain and humiliation that felt like it had no beginning and certainly seemed to have no end.

There was one time after an early escape attempt that Princess was folded into a tiny wooden crate for an extended period of time to try and break her. She didn't know if she had been in there for six hours or six days - the only way to mark the passage of time had been her hunger as she waited for her mistress to come and pour gruel into the tube that connected to her gag from the outside of the box.

Princess looked up into her owner's twinkling brown eyes. "No, Mistress. I don't know what today is," she admitted.

This seemed especially amusing to Circe, whose smile widened. "Here, I'll give you a hint," she said. She turned to get something from the table nearby. When she spun around again, she leaned over and inserted a thin, colorful, lit candle into Princess's slop. Princess gasped.

"It's my-," she said before cutting herself off. One of the first lessons Circe had drilled into Princess was that her old life no longer existed. Nicole, the woman she'd been born and raised as, was dead. She was Princess now. With great persistence (and very liberal use of a cattle prod) Circe had conditioned her slave not to respond to her birth name. The slightest twitch or the tiniest pause at the sound of her old name would result in brutal punishment. Her mistress had been so thorough that now Princess only thought of herself as Princess. The name Nicole was as foreign to her as any other name she might be called. It had been stripped away from her along with her freedom, her dignity, and her respect.

"It's okay," Circe assured her anxious slave. "You can say it."

"It's my birthday, Mistress," Princess surmised. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. She now knew what date it was. A quick calculation led to the conclusion that she'd been held captive for over six months! She'd had no idea it had been that long. Six months of misery, six months of abuse, six months of loneliness and despair and fear and dread with no end in sight.

"That's right, whore. Happy birthday!" She pushed the bowl to Princess with the toe of her boot. "Go on. Make a wish!"

Princess closed her eyes and blew out the candle. She opened them to see that Circe was still upright and breathing - her wish hadn't come true. Princess got to work eating her gruel while Circe went off to prepare her morning water ration. She had so enjoyed the look of revulsion on Princess's face after the first time she'd pissed in her water supply that she'd decided to make it a part of their morning routine. She pulled up her dress, revealing her bare pink pussy and pressed it against the opening of the bottle, letting a heavy stream of urine splash down into the clear water in full view of her slave.

"I've got a special surprise for you later," she said conversationally as she finished delivering the last few spurts. "I'm really excited for you to see it."

She took away the food bowl and hung the bottle for Princess to drink from. After the slave finished, Circe pulled up a stool beside her. "Let's do your birthday spankings while you clean your toy," she suggested, sitting down on the stool and patting her lap to show Princess where to lay.

Princess stifled her groan and quickly draped herself over the woman's legs. With her wrists still shackled to the floor she had to position herself more forward than she'd have preferred so that she could bring her lips to the dildo she held in her hands. She might have suspected that something was up when Circe had given her a working, normal sized vibrator to get herself off that morning, but she didn't dare question her good fortune. Instead she took advantage of it to get herself off in record time.

"I got this new paddle for you just for your special day," Circe chirped as she picked up a short, flat wooden paddle with holes evenly spaced all along its polished surface. "I want you to count out the strokes."

"Yes, Mistress," Princess said as she brought the vibrator to her lips and began licking her pussy juice from it.

Smack! Circe held nothing back as she brought the paddle down at full strength across Princess's firm, round butt.

"Oh!" Princess exclaimed, caught off guard by the ferocity of a blow that left her ass stinging even after the paddle was drawn away. She slid the vibrator out of her mouth. "One! Thank you, Mistress!"

Circe set the paddle aside so that she could admire the mark it'd left across her slave's buttocks. Her fingers traced along the edge of the light pink paddle-shaped imprint that the tool had left behind.

Smack! The second blow landed as hard as the first.

"Arghh! Two! Thank you, Mistress!" Princess managed to choke out. Circe let the slavegirl savor the pain, watching as the area of impact slowly colored in.

Smack! Princess lurched. The layering of one blow on top of the other compounded the effects, increasing the pain of the next impact.

"Three-ee! Thank you, Mistress!"

Smack! Princess shut her eyes against the raging, stinging agony in her backside. Circe kneaded the growing bruise that was blossoming where the strikes had overlapped.

"Oh! Oh! Four! Oh! Thank you, Mistress!"

Slowly and methodically Circe beat Princess's ass again and again and again, watching as her pale flesh faded from a light pink to a deep red, with a nasty purple bruise forming right in the middle of each butt cheek.

Smack! "Ahhh! Ahhh! Twenty-one!" Princess wailed. It took her a few more seconds before she could control her voice enough to croak out a "Thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Princess bit down on the vibrator to stifle her screams. She bucked and thrashed against the hold her mistress held her in. About halfway through the paddling Circe had had to shift her position, raising one of her legs over the back of Princess's knees to keep her pinned to her lap. "Twenty-twooooo! Thank you, M-M-Mistress," Princess sobbed.

Smack! "Twenty-three!" Princess screamed at the top of her lungs, then fell limp across her mistress's lap. She'd made it. It was done. "Thank you, Mistress," she gasped with tears smeared around her eyes.

Circe waited for her slave to calm a little then - SMACK!

"And one for luck!" she crowed as the paddle landed as hard as she could possibly swing it into Princess's unsuspecting and bruised ass.

"AHHH!!! AHHHH!!!" Princess thrashed so violently that she broke free from her position pinned to Circe's lap. She thumped down onto the floor, landing on her side as her whole body pulsed with the pain from her throbbing ass.

"No need to thank me for that one," Circe said indifferently as she stood up and put the paddle away. "Since it's your birthday I'll give you a couple minutes to collect yourself before we get you ready for the day."

---

"Back straight!" Daedalus barked with a flick of the whip against Princess's bare shoulders. Princess whinnied, lifted her head up, and thrust her chest out, not breaking stride as she continued her march around the outer edge of the pasture.

She'd been prancing along this track for hours - a routine she'd done off and on for months now, usually as something to keep her busy while her mistress was otherwise too occupied to give her an in-person dose of misery. The grass along this outer edge of the pasture had long ago been trampled to ruin, leaving a dusty trail that Princess's well-trod boots endlessly followed around and around.

Daedalus, the daytime groundskeeper, had been stationed in the middle of the pasture to keep an eye on her. He busied himself with repairing a broken lawnmower, looking up occasionally to make sure Princess didn't get lazy and that she marched in good form - his single-tail whip was never far from his reach.

Today Princess was in fully ponygirl regalia. She wore her black thigh-high leather pony boots - the kind that had a horse-shaped hoof beneath the ball of her foot and no heel so that she had to balance up on her toes. Her boots even had little metal horseshoes nailed to the bottoms so that her steps made a satisfying clip-clop sound as she trotted along through the hard dirt.

Her bruised and battered ass had been crammed inside a pair of tight leather crotchless panties, which left room for her 'best' tail plug to drape through the slit that ran between her legs. 'Best' in Circe's determination meant that it was the largest plug that she could reliably shove into Princess's asshole without risking tearing something. It was a scale that tended to drift larger and larger as the weeks went by and it left Princess, despite her best efforts, walking slightly pigeon-toed as the object made its presence known with every step.

Her torso was wrapped in a tight leather corset that extended from the tops of her hips to just under her tits, which were nicely presented by the half-cup bra sewn into the top. They were so nicely presented, in fact, that when it was Daedalus's turn to give Princess her birthday spankings he offered to cane her tits instead - an offer Princess readily accepted, considering the feel of her swollen and aching ass throbbing against her tight panties. So now twenty-three neat parallel lines (Daedalus didn't believe in luck) ran along her tits from her chest to her nipples, jiggling and bouncing as she high stepped along.

Her arms had been fitted into elbow length leather gloves. A strap ran around her elbows behind her back and her cuffed wrists had been linked together by a short cord in front of her corset, leaving her arms pinned at her sides.

Her normal latex hood had been upgraded to a tight leather hood that tucked against her snug control collar. It had narrow little eye slits that restricted her vision and a mouth hole large enough to accommodate the harness bit gag that had been pulled back behind her teeth as far as it would go. The hood came complete with leather blinders beside her eyes to further narrow her vision and a tall plume of bright red ostrich feathers mounted on the top. She could feel the feathers sway and flutter in the breeze as she moved and turned.

As a special 'treat' for her birthday, Circe had decided to let Princess march with a whirring vibrator stuffed in her pussy. The strap that held it in place was loose enough that it rubbed and chafed her sensitive clit as she walked, which caused it to become more swollen and more sensitive as time went on. With nothing to focus on as she endlessly circled the pasture she found her attention drawn more and more to the sensations between her legs. It was a welcome distraction from her battered tits and throbbing ass and her tiring legs. But after the third orgasm of the afternoon had been coaxed from her body, her overstimulated cunt became just another source of pain and discomfort.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop! She marched around the pasture, making neat ninety degree pivots as she reached each corner where the fences met.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop! The drudgery was only broken by the flick of her overseer's whip when she didn't lift her knees high enough or didn't keep her head up or didn't move fast enough. Thankfully he chose to strike her bare back rather than her paddled ass or striped tits. She flinched at each blow, biting down into her thick leather bit to ease the pain.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop! For hours the only sounds were her hoofs beating a steady rhythm on the ground, the birds chirping, and Daedalus cursing as he wrestled with his broken equipment. Princess could feel another orgasm building under the relentless stimulation of the vibrator. Her pussy ached from the sensations as if it was pleading with her to stop.

Princess startled as she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Daedalus ordering her to a halt. He allowed her to kneel while he tipped her head back and ladled water into her gagged mouth. Most of it dribbled out and ran down her chest, but the little she managed to swallow was infinitely refreshing. She was allowed to rest for another fifteen minutes before her overseer dragged her back to her feet and set her marching around the pasture again while he packed up his things. As he left he informed her that her mistress would be along shortly.

For Princess 'shortly' meant that Circe could be arriving in two minutes or two hours. Regardless, she was expected to continue her march even if she was unsupervised. There was no telling when someone might come along to gauge her obedience. And she knew that being alone didn't mean anything for her chances of escape. Her collar was linked to a transmitter in the barn and if she got too far away from that then she would be instantly incapacitated by it, with further consequences once she woke up. And so she marched. Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

About fifteen minutes later she heard someone approaching. Her back was to the house and she didn't dare to stop and turn around, but the voice was unmistakably that of her mistress. She was talking to someone as she approached, the sounds growing louder as she got nearer, though Princess could not make out any of the words.

She turned a corner, now walking perpendicular to her approaching mistress, but still she resisted turning her head to see who she was with. Was this the promised 'surprise' that Circe had mentioned earlier? Clip-clop! She continued marching.

Now Princess heard the stranger speak and a spark of familiarity triggered in her brain. With the voice muffled by her thick hood she couldn't quite place who it was. She silently grumbled against the damned blinders beside her eyes that robbed her of the opportunity to see who it was.

Patiently, methodically, she trotted along that section of the fence until she approached the corner. She kicked up her knee and precisely pivoted ninety degrees, finally facing her mistress now.

And then she saw her.

It was like a dream or a mirage or perhaps a hallucination. Princess blinked to make certain what she was seeing was true. Her leg paused with her knee held high in the air. There was no mistaking it. Circe was here with Rachel! Rachel - her best friend for years and years, the girl she'd grown up with. Her friend. Her companion. Her confidant. And now her savior?

Before Princess knew what she was doing she had broken from the well-trod path along the edge of the pasture and was sprinting full speed toward her best friend through the thick grass. In her frenzy it was as if she had forgotten the hundreds of hours of experience she'd had with moving in the pony boots, and she wobbled and stumbled as she clumsily ran.

"Racha! Racha!" she hollered her friend's name as best she could from behind her tight gag.

Rachel looked at the wild and frantic ponygirl dashing towards her with a look of horror and confusion. She turned to Circe, seeing her host's face become a mask of rage as she quickly dug into her pocket and pulled out a remote control.

Princess hadn't even made it halfway across the pasture before she felt her collar begin to tighten around her throat.

"No!" she raged. "No! Rache - Nnngh!"

Her visioned faded and her legs grew heavy. She took one more step and then tripped. Her consciousness faded to black before her head could even hit the soft turf.

---

Princess awoke some time later with a splitting headache. Her jaw was stretched wide by an enormous ball gag that had been forced behind her teeth. She tried to lift her arms to rub her throbbing head only to find that they had been bound at wrist and elbow to a steel frame.

In fact, she realized as her senses came back to her, the rest of her body had been bound to the steel frame as well, trapping her against the cold bars in an upright seated position. Leather straps at ankle, knee, and thigh held her legs fixed to bars that extended up and then backwards and met somewhere behind her back so that her bent legs were held spread apart. Her bare feet were unable to touch the floor. A pair of metal tubes ran parallel on either side of her spine providing anchors for the straps that wrapped around her stomach, her ribs just below her tits, and under her armpits. The stomach strap had been pulled so tight that she could hardly breathe. An additional strap around her neck kept her head pressed against the bars as they extended up past her shoulders. Her arms were held at her sides by bars that were bent like the armrests of some great throne.

Princess could see nothing. A scratchy canvas bag had been pulled over her head. She could only make out the tiny points of light that peeked through the loose weave of the coarse material. Aside from the bag, the gag, and the restraints, she could tell that she was completely naked.

And then there were her tits. Her tits hurt something fierce, like each one was being squeezed in a giant fist. She could feel her pulse pounding in the compressed flesh as if her heart was struggling to move the blood in and out of her distressed flesh.

"That was very stupid," Circe said acidly as Princess tested the hold of her restraints.

"Unnngh," Princess groaned.

"Shut up!" Circe snapped, striking Princess across the face. "Do you know how much convincing it took to get Rachel to come down here and see you? After your little stunt I bet she'll never come back here willingly again! How dare you embarrass me like that?"

She could hear her mistress's angry steps pacing back and forth.

"This is the thanks I get after arranging for you to see your friend on your birthday?! Clearly I've been going too easy on you. If you thought things were bad before, just wait, because it's going to get a whole lot worse - starting now."

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Princess pleaded for forgiveness but her words were lost behind the large rubber ball that filled her mouth. The canvas bag was ripped free from her head and she blinked against the bright lights of the inside of the barn. Her mistress approached her with a screwdriver in hand.

"Let's start by seeing if we can make these any tighter," she said with her eyes fixed on her slave's throbbing tits.

With the tight strap around her neck Princess could just barely tip her head forward enough to peer at her aching chest - she was appalled at what she saw. A thin metal band circled each breast right at the base. The bands had been drawn so small that her tits seemed to burst out of them like dough out of a muffin pan, the flesh compressed into tight round balls jutting straight out from her chest. They had colored to an alarming magenta shade and the welts from her earlier caning bulged from her skin like angry purple mountains on a relief map.

Circe leaned forward and slotted her screwdriver into the little clamp that gripped one end of the metal band. Turning the screw would wind that clamp along the length of the band that fed into it, drawing the loop smaller as it went. Just a half turn was enough to leave Princess wailing in agony. Her compressed tit felt like it would explode. Fortunately the band was already so tight that Circe couldn't get more than another quarter turn after that before making it any tighter became impossible. Princess tried to twist away from her mistress when she went to slot the screwdriver into the clamp on the other band, but her restraints were unyielding and her efforts were futile. Another full turn of the screw on that clamp was the most Circle could manage and it left Princess howling in pain.

"There," Circled declared. "Now we can get down to business." She set down the screwdriver and picked up what looked like the end of a set of jumper cables. She squeezed open the clamps and fixed them onto metal bands where the tighteners stuck out. Princess's eyes traced the wires back to a machine festooned with a multitude of knobs and gauges. Circe picked up a probe that looked like a long thin knitting needle and plugged it into the machine. "I borrowed this device from Daddy's office. He uses it to interrogate captured spies and he says it never fails to get them talking."

"I'm not interested in hearing you talk, though," she added as she flipped some switches and cracked the knobs on the machine all the way to their maximums. "But I would like to hear you sing!"

She leaned in with the probe and, with a flick of her wrist, traced a short line across her slave's stomach with the tip. Every muscle in Princess's body tensed as electricity rocketed out through the probe. She felt like she was being cut through with a hot, jagged knife. Her shrill screams drowned out Circe's sadistic laughter from the intense pain it caused her. Even after the probe pulled away, Princess's body trembled uncontrollably as she choked on her heavy sobs.

Circe, encouraged by this initial reaction, moved in again, tracing a line down her slave's arm, then across her thigh, then across her chest from shoulder to shoulder. Princess was frantic with pain. She wailed and screamed and begged and pleaded. Again and again Circe moved in with a sweep of the probe or a jab of its tip. When it seemed her slave's consciousness was fading Circe would pause and shove smelling salts under her nose to snap her back to her terrible, awful reality.

It was when Circe finally had the idea to touch the probe to one of Princess's nipple rings that the slave finally lost control of her bladder. Circe was just able to jump out of the way as a blast of piss splattered onto the floor near her feet. This earned Princess a brief respite from the machine as Circe set down the probe and picked up a cane which she slashed down across the tops of her victim's thighs again and again and again in retribution.

After an interminable half hour of the torture Princess had screamed herself hoarse and Circe began to tire of their game. Princess sat sobbing in a daze, drunk on the pain of her punishment. Circe set down the probe and moved around to the side of the chair. Her foot kicked a pedal and Princess gasped in surprise as she felt the chair tip backwards, sobering her up and getting her heart racing once more. Circe locked the chair in its new position with Princess's back parallel to the floor and her eyes staring up at the ceiling. She pulled her stool between her slave's parted legs and settled in.

In all her time in captivity Princess had never felt so vulnerable as she did right now - tightly bound, exhausted, wracked with pain, and her pussy, untouched by the wicked electric probe to this point, prominently presented for easy access to her cruel tormentor. She was beyond begging, she knew it would do no good. She sobbed uncontrollably as her body trembled in terror for what was to come.

Circe was in no hurry. She casually took a towel and used it to wipe away the sweat and piss from her frightened victim's pussy. Princess could feel her mistress playing with the folds of her flesh, pinching and prodding and pulling. Then - snap! - Princess jumped in her bonds as a strong flat clamp bit into her outer labia. "Unnngh!" she howled in pain, dreading the second clamp that was inevitable for the other side. Snap! Circe did not disappoint.

Now she hooked a long, thin chain to each clamp and then fixed a bulky weight to the end of each chain. Princess wailed as her pussy lips sagged and twisted under the heavy burdens. That is, until Circe picked up each weight and tossed it over the side of each of her slave's thighs. Princess shrieked when the weights reached the ends of each chain and her cunt was yanked wide open, neatly exposing all the tender, vulnerable flesh within.

Circe paused to admire the girl's soft, pink pussy, gently running her fingers up and down Princess's silky frightened folds and teasing her clit out of hiding. "Such a pretty little pussy," she muttered to herself before turning to her machine and adjusting the settings, then picking up the probe.

Princess was paralyzed with fear. She tipped her head up as far as her bonds allowed, watching the slow descent of the evil metal needle as it moved closer and closer to her pussy. Circe played up the suspense, moving slower and slower, pulling it back, waving it like a conductor's baton, until finally she touched the tip to her clit.

"Arrrrrrgh!" Princess screamed for a good two or three seconds before she realized the electricity wasn't flowing.

Circe burst out laughing. "Oh! Did I forget to turn the machine on?" she said innocently. "I tell you what - it is your birthday after all, so I'll give you a choice. I can use this on that cute little pussy," she said holding up the electric probe in one hand. "Or I can use this." She leaned over and picked up a handheld massager and showed it to her slave.

"Mmmph! Unngh! Mmmph!" Princess emphatically nodded to the vibrator.

"Okay," Circe agreed. "But I'm not fucking around here. You're going to cum for me, right?"

Princess vigorously agreed. Circe switched on the massager and mashed it against the girl's pussy. Princess's first reaction was to wince in pain. She'd already orgasmed nearly half a dozen times today. Her cunt was sore and her clit had been rubbed raw by the loose harness she'd been fitted with. But realizing that the alternative was much, much worse, she pushed aside the pain and did her level best to do as her mistress asked. 

Circe held nothing back. She pressed the massager to the pony girl's clit with one hand while she used two fingers on her other hand to pump in and out of Princess's rapidly moistening pussy.

In a matter of moments Princess came. Her body spasmed in her bonds as the realization of just how dominated by this cruel woman she was. Even her orgasms were not her own - they were controlled by her mistress; dispensed, demanded, and denied as she saw fit.

But she had no time to feel sorry for herself. As soon as the first orgasm was achieved, her mistress demanded a second one of her.

"Come on, you slut!" Circe demanded after a couple more minutes of intense stimulation. "I ordered you to cum! Do I need to punish you to make you comply?"

She yanked her fingers out of Princess's gushing pussy and snatched up the probe while still keeping the vibrator pressed against her clit. "Maybe a little touch here?" she traced the tip along the back of her slave's pale white thigh. "Or perhaps a prod here?" she tapped the girl's puckered asshole. "Ooh, how about here?" she dragged the tip along her slippery wet labia. "I bet that would get a nice reaction out of you!"

Princess jerked and screamed at each touch. Her brain refused to believe that the cruel metal probe was inactive. She anticipated an awful electric jolt at each and every movement of the wand.

"Cum for me, you worthless slut!" Circe demanded with growing insistence. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Unnngh!" Through the terror Princess found another orgasm hiding within her. Her body shuddered with pain and protest from the relentless overstimulation. And still Circe kept the vibrator trapped against her aching cunt.

"Again!" she demanded after this next orgasm passed.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Princess pleaded. Her pussy was so sore, so taxed, so overstimulated.

"You dare to defy me?!" Circe screamed reaching forward to strike Princess across the cheek. "Your mistress ordered you to cum and you will cum! Do I need to switch back to the electric probe?"

"Nnngh!" Princess begged. "Nnngh! Nnngh!"

"I'll shove it up your piss hole and fry you until steam comes out of your ears! I'll shock your nipples until your tits explode! You'd better cum and you'd better cum hard, you fucking worthless whore!"

She jabbed her digits back into her slave's pussy and pumped it with two fingers, then three fingers, then four. Finally she worked her whole fist into Princess's hot, wet cunt.

"Arrrgh! Arrrgh!" Princess wailed as she was assaulted from both inside and out. Circe never let up on her tirade of threats while she punched Princess's cervix again and again and cranked the vibrator up to its highest setting. Somehow through it all she was rewarded by the crushing feel of the ponygirl bearing down on her buried hand as yet another orgasm was torn from her defeated body.

Once it passed Circe withdrew her hand from the girl's gaping cunt and switched off the vibrator, setting it aside. Both women were left panting from their efforts.

"Finally," Circe whispered to herself. She inspected her handiwork with an exploratory finger, running her nail up and down her slave's smooth wet lips, then stopping at her bright, red, overtaxed clit which had swelled to the size of a marble. Just a gentle prod was enough to elicit a moan from the exhausted ponygirl.

Circe smiled.

"You know," she said casually. "I debated back and forth whether I should get you a gift for your birthday. I wasn't going to, but after your behavior today I've changed my mind. To be clear you'll be getting a lot of new gifts over the next days and weeks. I'm going to order all sorts of terrible new toys and harnesses and other stuff for you. But right now I have something very special - a bright, shiny, new ring. Can you guess where it's going?"

Princess paled. "NNNGH!!! NNNGH!!!"

"That's right!" Circe beamed. "Right through your clit!"

Princess couldn't control her screams of terror. She writhed and pulled and fought against her restraints, adding further bruises to the collection she'd already amassed this day. Realistically, she knew that she could not escape, but neither could she just lay back and accept it as her mistress prepped her for the mutilation of her body.

She began to hyperventilate when Circe swabbed her pussy with an alcohol wipe. Just the touch of the wipe on her sensitive bud was enough to send sparks shooting into her vision.

This is isn't happening - her frantic mind tried to convince her. Nobody could be so cruel. Nobody could be so sadistic. But one look in her mistress's eyes was enough to dispel any doubt.

Circe gathered her tools, laying them on Princess's stomach for effect - forceps, needle, and ring. She sterilized each one, picking it up, carefully cleaning it, then setting the cold, gleaming metal back down on the girl's squirming stomach.

Finally she was ready. Princess was trembling uncontrollably as Circe picked up the forceps and needle, but the wicked woman was undeterred. In one swift movement she snatched her slave's swollen clit in between the forceps and drove the needle into the nerve-rich flesh.

Princess's scream was unending. She banged her head again and again into bars beneath her. Her vision turned to black as her mind exploded in pain. Never before had she felt such agony. Circe didn't even hesitate. She looped the ring onto the end of the needle where it had burst through the agonized woman's tortured clit and quickly pulled it back through the piercing. By the time she had secured the ring closed, Princess had been so overwhelmed by the pain that she had fainted.

"Happy birthday, Princess," Circe murmured to her unconscious victim, stroking her face, then stood up and made her way out of the barn.