CHAPTER VII.
STALLED
Paige walked the short distance, looking around her stall.
Finally, she gave in to her aching feet and sat down, and her mind roamed the incomprehensible possibilities of her situation.
She was being trained and treated like a human horse for racing.
Paige had spent a brief year running track in high school, only for the credit.
In Florida, she liked air conditioned, inside sports much better.
Except for early morning jogs during the brief months of cool weather, she had not run in almost five years and hated it.
Her leash was too short to reach the wall to signal Danni, but she could hear the girl pacing as she had done earlier.
At least Danni and Becka were with her, and she wondered briefly what had happened to Lindsey and Sandi.
The cute blonde man with the Master seemed to be studying Lindsey.
No matter how bad her situation was here at the stables, Paige was much better off being away from the Master, she thought.
She heard the door to her stall open and looked up with wary eyes to see her trainer enter.
He walked over to her and grasped her arms to help her stand, and she shivered as his hands began roaming her body.
Back and front they passed over her breasts, bottom and pussy, and then continued a more thorough examination of her thighs, knees and calves.
The lights in the hall dimmed, casting shadows across the stall.
The trainer unclipped the long leash and took a shorter leather out of his pocket, attached it to her collar and led her over to the mattress in the corner.
Pushing her to her knees, he hooked her to the wall.
She started to lie down, grateful to rest her exhausted mind and body.
Antonio gripped her arm, keeping her kneeling in front of him.
His other hand reached for his zipper and she tried to back away.
“Easy girl.”
Easy girl, my ass,
Paige thought.
She tried to head butt his thigh and back up.
“You stop that.
Where’s my good Pretty Baby?” he admonished.
“Aahh.
Et ahay on ne,” she said through the ring gag, pulling back.
“Now, why would I want to get away from you?” he chuckled as his erection protruded through his open pants.
He grasped the hair on the sides of her head, and hooked his fingers through the rings on the sides of her bit, pulling her closer despite her futile efforts at retreat.
She saw the swollen flesh of his penis closing the distance towards her gaping mouth.
“Oh.
Oh.
Op,” she whined as the tip of his manhood passed her lips, silencing her.
He gradually slid the length of her warm, wet mouth.
He moved slowly, at first, as if getting accustomed to the sensation, and saw her wild-eyed expression, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“Good, pretty pony.
Please your trainer,” he murmured.
He plunged deeper, hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag.
She felt the grueled mash of dinner churning in her stomach.
He went deeper with each thrust, passing the gagging reflex with every plunge until she felt the abrasive length moving down her throat, blocking her breathing.
On one stroke, he held himself deep within her and she began to panic at denied air.
“You will start licking and sucking me.
Let me feel you swallow.”
Paige was beginning to get light-headed and immediately followed his instructions.
As soon as he felt her comply, he backed out and she gasped a lungful of air before he moved forward again.
She discovered if she swallowed when he was deep and licked his shaft on the retreat, he allowed her to get adequate breath.
Miserably, she concentrated on pleasing him and getting it over with.
She felt the throb and heat of his impending orgasm, and whined when it became apparent the climax would hit while he was deep down her throat.
His cum spurted inside her, forcing her to swallow all of the salty fluid.
As he withdrew she began to sob.
“You will get better as you earn your reward,” he said.
Reward?
This is a reward?
she wanted to scream.
She had never swallowed a man’s sperm before, and to be used like this was humiliating.
Antonio patted her head and pushed her down to the mattress.
She tried to curl up but he stopped her, placing his knees between her naked thighs.
Oh, god,
she thought miserably.
Just leave me alone
.
He ran a hand over her quivering hipbone and flat stomach, trailing down to the apex between her thighs.
Realizing his intention, she tried to shift her trapped hips away from him.
“Yes, Pretty Baby.
You did well today, and you get your reward.”
What the hell?
she wondered.
One of his strong hands separated her labia, and the fingers of the other hand started traveling up and down her dampening folds.
She whined uncomfortably, not able to move away as he continued to arouse her.
He plucked gently at her clit, stroking her channel and then thrusting a finger deep inside.
“Oooh.
Oh, Oh, eese op,” she wailed.
“Ssh.
Just relax girl,” he encouraged.
Holding her position with the finger inside her, another trailed down the lubricated pink flesh to the puckered entrance of her rectum and pushed inside.
“Oh, oh od, oh,” she cried.
Both fingers were plunging gently into her two channels while his thumb continued to manipulate her clit.
Antonio felt the beginning shudders of her orgasm and pressed his two fingers together inside her.
Paige tightened as the orgasm hit hard, and she felt the rush of her fluids coating his hand while she frantically bucked into it.
He caressed her thighs and stomach until the shudders of her release quieted.
He noted her humiliated expression, knowing that over the course of her training the look would be replaced with anticipation.
There were not many rewards for the ponies, and this would be a closeness she would begin to yearn for.
He gently rolled her to her side and lay behind her, rubbing her arms and breasts until he felt the regular breathing of sleep had claimed her.
Paige awoke to the sound of her stall door being opened, and looked to see Jasper enter.
Wordlessly, he came over and checked her legs.
She noted a smile of satisfaction as he unclipped her and walked her over to the bucket.
As she was forced to straddle over it, without asking he pressed on her abdomen forcing the release of her fluids, and she sniffed her discomfort.
He clipped the long leash back to the wall and left the stall.
A few moments later he returned with another bowl of the bland gruel and she looked up at him dejectedly.
He filled her water bowl and placed it next to her breakfast.
Is this all I ever eat now?
she bemoaned.
She had only been served the mash a few times and was already bored with it.
The grain was actually formulated for the ponies with all the requirements their hard work required.
Protein and carb levels were adjusted periodically, but the ponies would never notice.
Jasper pulled something out of his pocket looking like dark sugar cubes, and he crumbled them between his fingers, sprinkling them on top of her meal.
She lapped a small piece and, tasting sugar and honey, she tried to smile at him with appreciation for the sweet treat.
Jasper left the stall and she continued to eat, carefully taking her time with the unfamiliar task of scooping and shoveling the sticky meal.
Occasionally, she lapped some water when she felt the paste of the gruel stick to her mouth.
Eating this way required all of her concentration and kept her mind from wandering.
Jasper returned just as she was finishing and led her back to the table and helped her up.
He removed what she called her ‘sleeping’ shoes and replaced the high topped uncomfortable boots.
The thought of kicking him never entered her mind.
He prepared the bowl and toothbrush and removed the gag.
“Oh, god.
Thank you,” she said.
He quickly raised a finger to her lips and shook his head.
She got the message.
No talking.
After he had brushed her teeth, he started to replace the gag.
A small defiant gesture had her shaking her head, and he pinched her jaw until he had the ring back in place, noting with satisfaction she had not tried to scream or plead.
Those sounds were coming from Becka’s stall, and Paige and Jasper looked at each other with understanding when they heard the crack of leather and Becka’s scream.
Jasper washed her face and brushed her hair, and then he helped her off the table and clipped her back to the wall.
It seemed like a long time before Antonio came in.
“Did you like your treat this morning?” he smiled.
Paige realized he was referring to the honeyed sugar cube, and nodded enthusiastically.
He unclipped her leash and led her back to the table.
He sat on it and unzipped his pants.
Without saying a word, he placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to the erect shaft.
Paige whined her protest, reluctantly taking him into her mouth.
She remembered to swallow as he passed down her throat, licking on the back stroke until he came.
He held his member in her mouth until he was sure she had swallowed all his release.
When he let go of her head, she stood up, studying him with moist eyes.
“Much better, Pretty Baby.”
He led her out of the stall towards the equipment room.
Danni was already waiting for them as Antonio clipped her to the post.
Becka was brought in a few minutes later sporting a red welt across her thighs.
“The Master has arranged for their property markings this afternoon,” Antonio informed Arturo and Diablo.
“We need to get a full workout in this morning, because they’ll be on light duty for the next two days.”
Paige did not like the sound of that.
What were property markings?
Even if it did get them out of training, she doubted the trade-off was worth it.
“We’ll do weights first, then the treadmill and wheel.”
The trainers grabbed the leashes and headed towards the exercise machines.
The weight machines were fitted with a harness that crossed between their breasts and had back and waist straps.
Danni’s ran down the outside of her synthetic breasts and attached to the belt in the front.
Two chains clipped to the back shoulder straps.
“Arturo, build her up slowly, no more than twenty pounds this week.
We need to build up her shoulders and sides.
She can’t use her chest muscles as aggressively as Copper and Baby.”
Arturo nodded that he understood and placed a ten pound weight on the machine.
Diablo and Antonio put twenty pound weights on their ponies’ machines to start with.
The girls walked forward lifting the weights and stood until they were directed back to rest again.
Becka and Paige were panting, lifting thirty pounds by the end of the session.
The girls spent half an hour at various speeds and inclinations on the treadmills.
By the time they were led into the arena and the hideous wheel, they were tired and sweating.
Finally, they were brought back to their stalls for their predictable, bland lunch.
CHAPTER VIII.
ISLAND PROPERTY
Alyssa woke up late.
Chayton was gone and Ayden was smiling down at her, rolling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
“Good morning.”
He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips as her face flushed, remembering the intimacies of the previous night.
“Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat.
I’m starving.”
Ayden took her hand and led her into the bathroom in their room.
She brushed her teeth while he started the shower.
The two of them were still naked and he guided her under the warm water.
Alyssa leaned forward, facing into the black tile wall.
She flinched as Ayden started massaging scented soap onto her back and shoulders, then she began to relax.
She reached for the shampoo but he stopped her.
Apparently, he intended to wash her, and she shrugged and stood still.
As he started washing her hair, she reached for the bath sponge and soap and began washing his chest, deciding it was stupid to just stand there after what had transpired last night.
Ayden had not been this happy in a long time and he reveled in the touch of her little hands bathing him.
He reached down to wash her pussy and smiled as her hand tentatively reached out to wash his penis and balls.
Ayden could feel her tense as he hardened under her hands and he pulled her close in a hug.
“Not to worry, Alyssa.
I’m not allowed to have sex with you without the Master’s permission.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she smiled weakly.
Ayden brushed a quick kiss across her forehead and grabbed a towel.
After he dried her off, he brushed her hair.
It was becoming a favorite pastime for him.
He retrieved a tan dress from the bottom drawer, and when he pulled it over her head Alyssa had the uneasy notion that she was his personal plaything.
I guess that’s what I am,
she thought dismally.
Ayden donned his loincloth and they headed for the kitchen.
He asked for their breakfast to be brought out by the pool.
Ayden explained it was one of the few places they could sit on the chairs and it made him feel better.
Alyssa agreed and told him she appreciated the consideration.
They walked out to the patio and her heart sank.
Chayton was sitting at the table.
“We forgot my leash,” she said in a panic, afraid she would be punished.
“We have to go back before he sees us.”
“Too late.”
Ayden kept guiding her to the table.
Alyssa assumed her resting stand position with her eyes lowered and tears already forming at the thought of being whipped again.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered.
Chayton looked a little confused as he lifted her chin to look into her eyes.
“Why are you sorry, Alyssa?”
“I forgot the leash, Master,” she said miserably and the tears fell.
“I see.
Do we need the leash today?” he asked her.
Alyssa was unsure of the answer, and nervously replied, “I am supposed to be leashed until I am trained, Master.”
She was pretty sure that was right.
“Give me a good morning kiss and enjoy your breakfast,” he said.
He was smiling and Alyssa was confused.
Dutifully, she leaned over and quickly pecked his lips, and then tried to scurry into her chair to his right.
He grasped her hand before she could get away and pulled her into a long, intimate kiss, trailing his fingers between her legs and chuckling when he felt her lubricate for him.
She was red with embarrassment as she climbed onto the barstool.
How would she ever get used to this?
The servant girl brought their meal and Alyssa silently ate while Chayton and Ayden talked.
Her mind was on the events of last night.
She had never experienced orgasms like that before, much less two in one night, with two different men.
Oh, god.
The last boyfriend in Florida had been a good lover, but nothing like the passion she had experienced with these two strangers.
She looked up at Chayton and felt herself stir at his dark, dangerous looks now smiling at Ayden’s eager, innocent expression.
The contrast between the blue-eyed blonde and the Master was like day and night.
She knew instinctively that passion with the Master would be almost brutal with its intensity, completely balanced by Ayden’s shy, comforting manner.
She felt like the rope in a tug of war contest and smiled at the image.
“My little Alyssa is happy today?” Chayton looked bemused.
“Just something I was thinking about, Master,” she admitted.
“Do share.
I’d like to know what puts such a pretty smile on your face,” he said.
Ayden leaned forward attentively.
Alyssa squirmed a little as she tried to explain.
“I pictured myself like the rope in a tug of war contest, Master.”
She thought this would make no sense to them, but Chayton understood completely.
“So, you think there is a contest?” he pressed.
“No.
That’s not what I mean.
I don’t know.
I’m confused, Master.”
Alyssa gave up.
“I think perhaps you find yourself attracted to two very different men.
There is no contest; you are with both of us,” Chayton stated, satisfied they were winning her over.
Alyssa felt the color heat her face as he had indeed mirrored her thoughts.
How could she have been aroused by this man who had kidnapped her and turned her into a slave?
Ayden had been nice to her.
That still did not explain why she felt herself once again getting wet thinking about last night.
Ayden understood as well.
He remembered how quickly he had accepted being Chayton’s lover.
In the beginning, he had been frightened and uncomfortable with his feelings and he thought it might have had something to do with the stress of being thrust into the new life.
Alyssa could think of no reply and remained silent, pushing her food around her plate.
“Ayden, work with her on positions.
We have an appointment with Liam at eleven.
Helo will bring Rene.”
“Yes, Master,” Ayden replied, giving Alyssa a nervous glance.
After Chayton left, Alyssa asked, “Who’s Liam?”
“He’s the island property marker,” Ayden answered.
He definitely did not want to explain this to her.
“Come on.
Let’s get back to the room to practice.”
Alyssa was suspicious at the mention of this Liam guy, but figured Ayden was not going to tell her any more.
She spent the next hour in pain, working through the positions and the roll back to her feet until Ayden seemed satisfied.
Ayden was rubbing lotion on her back when Chayton came for them.
“Rest position.”
He smiled as the twins stood quietly, eyes lowered and hands behind their backs.
He walked behind Alyssa and did something with her bracelets.
When he walked in front of her again, she realized he had attached them behind her back.
She shuffled her feet nervously as he attached her leash.
They walked through the living room.
Alyssa had not seen the front of the house yet and was surprised at how large her new home was.
Helo and Sandi were waiting for them on the front lawn.
The big black man was beaming with pride and Sandi looked pitiful.
Her hands were hooked together behind her back and she had been leashed like Alyssa.
Sandi, however, once again had a leather gag plugging her mouth.
She looked desperately at her friend, the former Lindsey.
Helo answered Chayton’s questioning look.
“She tried to bite Terrant.”
“Why not a ring?” Chayton asked as the group started walking.
“She shrieks.
It’s awful,” Helo admitted.
“You can have her vocal cords severed,” Chayton suggested.
Alyssa looked at Ayden with alarm and he just shrugged.
“I thought I might like to talk to her eventually,” Helo replied.
“Maybe I’ll check with medic.
I’ve heard they have something they can inject that would temporarily paralyze them.”
“Other than that, how is she working out?” Chayton asked.
Alyssa could not imagine what Sandi, now Rene, was going through.
To be converted to this man’s property and presumably shared with the other male slaves must be horrible.
Alyssa wanted to hug her in mutual consolation.
Rene kept staring at her feet as they walked.
“She balked at taking cock, but she’ll be fine,” Helo replied confidently.
“All is well with your female?”
“Alyssa is a perfect match for us.
Even she agrees,” Chayton supplied.
Alyssa felt herself blush once again at his words.
She never said she agreed they were a match, had she?
She studied her surroundings.
Everything was lush and tropical as they walked the path to a center hub for the estates.
There were several houses and trade shops.
They passed a man sitting on a porch tooling leather and he called out, “I’ll have that other outfit to you this afternoon, Master.”
“Thank you, Nevel.
That was quick work,” Chayton answered.
The man stood up and their group stopped.
Nevel walked up to Alyssa.
“This the new twin?”
“This is her,” Chayton agreed.
Alyssa looked down at her feet nervously as the man walked around her.
“Eyes up.”
Alyssa looked at Chayton.
“Pretty little thing, Master.
I’m sure it will fit her fine.”
Nevel walked back to his porch.
What kind of outfit would a leather worker make for me?
she wondered.
She noticed Ayden did not look too pleased either.
A few buildings further down from Nevel’s building, they entered a shop.
A huge man with a scarred face came out from a back room and Alyssa moved to hide behind Chayton.
Chayton felt her nervousness and smiled at her fear.
He decided to have Helo go first with Rene, and took a chair off to the side.
Ayden followed with Alyssa still trying to keep Chayton between herself and the new man.
Ayden knelt beside Chayton, and as Alyssa began to lower to her knees, Chayton took her arm and guided her to his lap.
He did not want her so overcome with fear that they could not enjoy this.
Helo and Liam secured Rene on a metal table with built in restraints.
There were stirrups to tie her ankle bracelets and legs to, leaving her sex wide open.
Alyssa was trembling.
At first, she watched quietly.
At Rene’s first muffled scream, Alyssa buried her face in Chayton’s chest, sobbing quietly in terror while Chayton stroked her back.
It seemed more than an hour later when she heard Rene being released.
Alyssa was shaking violently as Chayton helped her to her feet.
He reached for the tie on her dress and it slipped to the floor.
Rene and Helo were walking out the door when Alyssa looked up, and as Chayton began to guide her to the table, her feet refused to move.
She gave Chayton a frightened look and stood still.
He leaned down and whispered, “Come, now.
You be a good girl,” and pulled her forward.
Naked, Alyssa sat on the edge of the table shaking.
“Ayden, comfort your twin.”
Ayden rushed to her side.
“Lay down, Alyssa.”
She felt his hands gently grasp her shoulders and firmly pull her down while he continued to encourage her.
“It’ll be over soon and when we get back to our room, I’ll take care of you.”
The scarred man, Liam, placed a neck strap on her, securing her to the table.
Alyssa’s frightened eyes looked frantically at Ayden and she saw his distress.
“Ayden, please don’t let him hurt me,” she begged.
Her arms were still bound uncomfortably behind her back as Liam secured straps above and below her breasts.
“Make him stop.
Ayden help me.”
Panic was taking over.
Chayton retrieved a rubber ring gag from a door and gripped her chin.
“Open and tongue up.”
Alyssa looked at the confusing apparatus as she felt one of her thighs spread and secured.
She was shuddering violently, as much as the restraints permitted.
“Please, Master.
Take me away from here.”
She knew it would do her no good to beg him, but she was terrified and tried anyway.