Slave World (22 page)

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The next few days passed with a sense of strange normalcy after the hectic episode of my arrival, frenzied training, and Donna’s party. Things kind of fell into a relaxing, if not comfortable rut, that was nice for a change. I caught up on my sleep and explored the sprawling expanse of the stables in between my daily regimen of strength and cardiovascular training. Nightly bath time with Crystal, Roxy, and Clover, while chatting away the cares of the world like a bubbly cheerleader quickly became the highlight of my day. I would have never imagined that I’d find such a comfortable niche in life as a social butterfly.

I only saw Nathan briefly over that time, first at the morning briefings, then periodically skulking about the stables. He was on the prowl, watching everyone and everything, throwing the entire place into an uproar without warning. He fired three of the meaner guard’s right in front of us one morning, making me beam from ear to ear. He had the entire staff walking on eggshells; more nervous than a cat about to give birth, to include the head bitch, Torri. I don’t know what Nathan said to them, but our overall treatment improved drastically after that. I personally thought it was funny as hell.

I missed my hours of personalized training with Nathan though. I was a junkie for him now, not just the sex, although it had been amazing, and every night I went to bed was a diminishing battle of willpower not to break the rules and play with myself while thinking about him. I was going through withdrawal, bad, and if I didn’t get laid soon…

“What are you thinking about, Margo?” Crystal asked slyly, sitting in front of me in the whirlpool, gently washing my breasts. “They must be nice thoughts.”

My eyes snapped open, and my jaw snapped shut in the middle of a throaty, euphoric moan. I’d been stroking my clit under the water.

“Nothing… I was…” I fanned the heat from my face, clearing the dew of aroused sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” I chuckled, panting, seconds away from cumming.

Clover was doing Roxy’s hair behind us, too lost in a private little circle of girl talk to notice what I’d been doing. Crystal leaned close to my ear with an innocently sly grin. One of her hands moved to the top of my thigh, inching forward.

“It’s okay,” she whispered so quietly I could barely hear her over the churning water. “Sometimes I do that in the bath too. Go ahead, no one can see you.” My eyes reeled with desire; coiled springs ready to snap. Crystal met them with a subtle, yet all too obvious yearning.
Holy shit, she’s got the hots for me!
“If you want,” she swallowed thickly, “I can do it for you.” Her teasing fingers inched closer to the inside of my thigh.

A startling chorus of feminine yelps, and playful laughter, jerked my attention away from her sensual gaze. Stephanie, Nina and Penny had broken into a frenzied splash fight in the pool next to us, and the sight of their wet jiggling flesh, dripping with youthful eroticism, sent my libido skyrocketing. Their playful frolicking could have easily been the precursor to some ultra-sexy, co-ed lesbian movie. The guard and bath attendant watched from the sidelines with humorous grins, whispering quietly to one another, enjoying the entertainment.
That much was obvious by the strained fabric of their pants.
I have to get out of here.

I started repeating Nathan’s name in my mind like a silent mantra of mental chastity. I was so close to getting off, minutes away, and all it would take is for me to spread my legs a little more so Crystal could complete the deed. She was practically sitting in my lap now. Fortunately her hand slowly withdrew, after I pinched my legs together. She looked at me oddly, if not slightly surprised by my refusal, backing away obviously hurt.

Clover surged out of the water suddenly, laughing hysterically, as she jumped into the adjoining pool with ruthless enthusiasm to join in on the splashing fun. Roxy leaned against the side of the pool now, grinning like the Cheshire cat, breasts resting on the lip. Her dark nipples were as hard as two marbles, while she cheered Clover on. I couldn’t take any more visual teasing; I got out of the whirlpool, heading for the dryer.

I was almost finished, working on my tail when Crystal slid up beside me. She activated the controls of the nearby dryer, giving me an apologetic glance.

“Sorry, Margo, I just thought-”

“It’s okay.” I reached out with a soothing hand, stroking her shoulder. Her skin was so soft. “It’s not you, Mr. Burke said we’re not… I just can’t do things like that anymore.” God did I want to though.

“Oh. “ Crystal chewed at her lip nervously. “You’re not going to report me, are you?”

“What? Of course not.” I turned off the dryer, shaking out my frizzy long hair with a genuine chuckle. “Why would I do that? You’ve been so nice to me since I arrived and well, you’re my friend.” She smiled lightly.

“You just have to be careful is all.” Crystal looked cautiously over her shoulder. “Some of the others are snitches. Be careful of Starlla and Penny; they’ve tattled to Miss Torri about things in the past.” Guess I wasn’t the only one that she had confronted with the offer of special privileges, for playing her reindeer games.

“I will, thanks for the warning.”

I reluctantly watched the splash fight slowly degenerate into nothing short of a nude wrestling match, while I waited for Crystal to finish drying. After Clover kept being repeatedly dunked by the other girls, Roxy flew from the water, jumping to her aid. Things only went downhill from there with barely concealed, exploratory touches and fondling hands. Clover didn’t seem to be fighting back all that much to me anymore.

This was the first time I’d seen anything that resembled overt sexual contact between us, not counting washing one another of course, and surprisingly it put me on edge.
They’re going to get their butts in trouble, especially if the rooms are monitored like Nathan said.
Why was the guard even allowing it to get to this point?

Most of the other girls stood around the pool now, whinnying, cheering at the top of their lungs like a bunch of excited kids. The sight of all those trim little rumps with swishing tails, and the over abundance of bouncing breasts, really wasn’t helping my current predicament of unruly horniness. I was so engrossed in watching Roxy’s magnificent body writhe in the water with the others, that I didn’t notice Crystal beside me, until her tail flicked against the back of my legs. Her cheeks were flushed, ogling the display with nearly as much restrained desire as I was.

“Aren’t they going to get in trouble?”

“Maybe,” she heaved, licking her lips. “Mares aren’t allowed to touch each other like that, ever. They’re all being bad right now, and they know it. They’re just anxious; we all are.”

“Anxious, anxious for what?”

“Breeding day.” I swore I saw Crystal actually shiver.

“When?”

“I don’t know, soon.”

I already knew what awaited me, when the time came. Cirus said he was going to have me on breeding day, whatever that entitled, and I knew that he’d make good on the promise. I snorted, shaking my head, trying to rid my mind of his enticing scent. It was impossible, now that I made a conscious effort to single him out among the other stallions. Cirus was in the common area and he was sexually excited, more so than usual. Don’t ask me how I know that, but I do. My disobedient pussy began to salivate like a horny dog, in reluctant want for the bastard.
It’s not fair; I’m trying to be good!

“I know,” Crystal whispered softly, eagerly. “I can’t wait for it either; an entire day of breeding.” She let out a thunderous whinny that sounded out of place for someone of her stature. The other ponies quickly joined in, and their greedy call for lustful sex echoed off the walls, rattling my brain. When some of the stallions answered in the distance, I began to tremble, losing what little control and willful restraint I had.

I swished my tail enthusiastically like the animal I resembled, neighing as loudly as I could, a helpless prisoner to what I was. Cirus answered me, faint and haunting, but distinctive in a way that defied human speech. He was going to breed me soon, fuck me, call it whatever you wish, and I could barely contain my burning desire for it.
Goddamn this place…

Interlude

Michael lounged in the shade of the ground floor porch, sipping scotch on the rocks, surveying his carefully built kingdom of decadence with a sense of wary unease. Everything should be well and good in the world, but it wasn’t. Nothing was going as planned, if anything the situation was deteriorating rapidly.

“He should be dead by now, Rupert.” Michael scowled into his drink. “I don’t understand it.” He’d given Margo clear instructions before she’d been sent back to the stables after the party several days ago; kill Nathan Burke. Thus far she’d made no attempt at completing the task.

“The reports and statistical data did confirm her controller has a very limited range perhaps that goes for her complacent nature and obeying orders as well?”

“I don’t like it, there’s far too many unknowns coming into play. What if the overall effects of the remote are only temporary and she becomes unstable and dangerous at some point? From the initial data and auction footage, it all seemed so perfect, so foolproof.”

Michael closed his eyes, cock twitching with covetous want, remembering all too clearly his night alone with Margo. It
had
been perfect in so many ways. She was so passionate, so pliable and eager to fulfill his every twisted whim with the authenticity of blind and loving obedience. He hadn’t stopped thinking of her since that night. He shook his head in disgust; disgust at his own cowardly fear, hesitant to take liberties with his property now, because of Burke.

“It’s very possible, sir, we have nothing to base our conclusions on. My research has turned up no other instances of an external control device being linked with a recipient of the Wolverine Combat Processor. I honestly believe she’s a one of a kind.”

Rupert inconspicuously withdrew to a state of silent attentiveness; his employer was deep in thought with a rolling finger tap on the armrest of his chair for several long minutes.

“It would appear that I’m going to have to be in the same room with him, when I give the order.” Michael shifted uneasily in his seat, dreading the thought of confronting Burke face to face even if it was to order his death. “I’ll just have to wait for the opportune time to present itself.”

“It would appear that way, sir.” Rupert cleared his throat somewhat nervously. “Have you seen Torri’s latest report?”

“Yes,” Michael scowled bitterly, “and that’s another reason why Burke needs to go, and soon. He’s disrupting all my plans at the stables; he’s out of control. Who does he think he is firing my employees, forcing them to pamper the slaves like they were no different than freemen? This is my ranch now, not his, not Donna’s, mine!” Michael slammed his glass down on the table, spilling half its contents in the process. “And the audacity of that man, barging into my office, threatening me, threatening you for that matter. What’s to stop him from doing something like that again?”

“Nothing, sir.” Rupert’s face grew tight with the terrifying sensation of near death.

“We’ll see about that. Contact Harry; I want two bodyguards assigned to me at all time from now on, armed guards, until Burke is properly dealt with. Make sure they know what’s expected of them, if and when the situation arises.”

Rupert gave an evil grin of hopeful sanctification. “Gladly, sir.”

Chapter Eight

“Okay, Margo, time to gear up, chop-chop. Report to the corral after you’re finished,” the guard standing in my doorway said loudly, startling me from my half sleep. I moaned, pushing myself out of bed.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied heavily, stripping off my fishnet brief and top, heading down the hall to see the fitter.

I didn’t have any duties today, and had gotten bored with lounging about waiting to see what would happen next, while hoping that Nathan would make an unscheduled appearance. I’d decided to take a little fifteen-mile run on the treadmill for nothing else better to do, and it wore me the hell out.
What time is it anyway? 1552?
Great…I’d managed to get a grand total of seventeen minutes of inadequate sleep.

The run did give me a chance to clear my head, and to stop thinking about how terrible I’d acted last night at bath time. I still don’t know what had come over me; my desires had been wild and untamed, almost bestial in a way. It felt as if I was slowly losing touch with who and what I was, and it was frightening.

I waited patiently in the small fenced off area that was known as the corral. I wasn’t sure whom I was waiting for yet, but in the back of my mind I hoped it was Nathan, while praying it wasn’t the Master. I had my saddle on, so it probably wasn’t him. I
was
a bit overdressed for his needs. One of the handlers checked my gear to ensure everything was in order. It was of course.

I turned to the sound of screeching female laughter drawing closer. It was Mistress Donna running through a mango grove at a dead sprint in my direction. I took a few steps back, eyes growing wide. She wasn’t slowing down, and for a minute I thought she was going to run headlong into the fence and knock herself out cold. At the last second, she leapt through the air with the grace of a cat, planting a hand on the top railing of the corral, effortlessly vaulting its six-foot height. Her landing was nothing short of bouncing exuberance. That kind of a jump would have been no problem for me, but for a normal person, it was pretty amazing. Beside her acrobatic skill, I did a bit of a double take from the way she was dressed, not really sure if I was supposed to laugh, be turned on, or afraid of it.

Donna wore knee-high brown riding boots accompanied by relatively tight fitting, black leather pants that had numerous skin-revealing designs cut out of them. A white, short sleeve blouse was tucked into it, enhancing her hourglass figure all the more. She wasn’t wearing a bra or support of any kind either, just letting her breasts bounce heavy and free, nipples flaring beneath her shirt. Her outfit was topped by a wide brimmed, cream colored cowboy hat with her hair tied back in a tail behind it.

What really gave me pause for concern was the presence of a double holster holding a Nagutchi 3 laser on one side, and a 10mm rocket pistol on the other. They both rode low on her legs and were strapped in place by buckle clamps below mid thigh. Both weapons looked immaculate and very expensive. Those things weren’t toys, and I was surprised she was even allowed to carry them, given her mental condition.

Hmmm…
The corner of my upper lip curled in an errant thought. I couldn’t imagine why she carried two different types of weapons; most people that preferred multiple sidearm’s, did so as a pair from a matching set. I’d heard arguments go on for hours about the pros and cons of lasers, or ‘heaters’, as they’re commonly called, compared to standard projectile, or magnetically accelerated gauss weapons. In the end it all came down to power requirements and personal preference. One thing’s certain, if a heat-amplified beam from a laser hits you, and you don’t have a defensive screen or armor on, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye. That is, if there’s anything left of it to kiss in the first place. I guess it’s no worse than having a fist sized hole blown through both sides of your chest from a rocket pistol; dead is still dead, either way you look at it.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Savota. Your pony’s ready.”

“Yea! Let’s go, Margo pony, let’s go for a ride!”
Sure, sounds fun to me. Better than getting beat to a horny pulp by the Master any day of the week.

The handler led me out of the corral and my reins we’re passed off to Donna. I immediately knelt and she jumped heavily into the saddle, causing my shoulders to flex.

“Let’s go for a ride, Margo, giddy-up!”

I was prompted to my feet with a tap from her crop, and instantly spurred into a run, with Donna whooping and hollering like a banshee behind me. I wasn’t enjoying myself like I did with Nathan, but I whinnied loudly and continued to pick up speed, clearing my mind of everything except being a pony, and serving my Mistress. She may be Nathan’s sister, but in the end I was her slave. I could never forget that.

Donna pushed me hard, harder than Nathan ever had, and I quickly worked up a sweat in the oppressive heat during our little jaunt around the ranch. She would laugh and call out from time to time, waving at some of the guards or staff whenever we passed them. I hardly took notice of my surroundings, staring straight ahead with dull eyes from between my blinders, except when we passed a group of slaves replacing a large, fresh water well pump, under the direction of an Overseer.

They were covered in mud, sloshing and struggling through the calf-deep muck, physically manhandling the massive pump out of the ground. The Trusk, Chuck, I’d arrived with was among them.
Why in the hell aren’t they using a crane or a construction bot for that?
It would have been a hell of a lot easier. The entire group paused, looking in our direction when Donna yelled out to the Overseer.

“Hi, Mr. Whittiker!”

He scowled back from under thick, bushy eyebrows, throwing an annoyed wave in return. I had hopes that Chuck might show some sign of recognition when I looked directly at him, a silent hello maybe. He didn’t, of course; I wasn’t the same person that he’d met before.

“What the hell are you gawking at, get back to work! Heave! Put your backs into it you bloody wogs,” the Overseer shouted with a thick accent and the crack of a whip.
He was actually whipping them?
The twenty-foot pump teetered precariously in the air, wobbling ominously before it toppled out of control, crashing to the ground, showering the entire group in a wave of muddy filth.

“You clumsy fools! You’re all a bunch of worthless…” Crack!
I hate
this goddamn place.

I ran and ran, slipping further into a state of mind-numbing thralldom. I felt like there was no me any longer, only a creature created for unquestioning service. I was tired, and despite the growing heat that shimmered from my glistening skin, I knew I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop because the Mistress didn’t want to. I continued to run, regardless of what it was doing to me.

After an eternity, Donna slowed my pace under a canopy of trees near a large swimming pool. I knelt, beads of sweat dripping from my brow, running down the bridge of my nose. If I cared enough to pay attention, I would have said the pool was quite beautiful, built to mimic a wild and rocky natural pond nestled among the jungle foliage, and scattering array of colorful tropical flowers.

“That was fun, Margo, you’re the best pony I’ve ever had!” Donna swung her arms in the air, hopping over to a wooden shelf built into the side of a large tree. “I’m hot; I’m going for a swim, naked and everything.”

I felt nauseous and dizzy, panting back at her wearily. She tore at her clothes, flinging them about in a crazed display of innocent recklessness. Her holster, slave control band and wrist-com went on the shelf.