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Interlude
(two days after the thief of Laureline)
Two days after, the intendant came
to the Prince. Chapter 4 : breaking in
One day, Mistress's voice woke me up. I fell on my knees, waiting for the trap to open so I could pass my head through and sick out my tongue. - The bitch is well trained now. She can be trained to trot now. Prepar her, Lieutenant, I'm waiting for you upstairs. I understood nothing at this instant but I was going to go out . I began to feel hopeful again and I was champing at the bit while Lieutenant was unlocking my belt and bluntly pulling out the plugs. I knelt down, wanting to thank him after he removed the blindfold and the gag. - Stop that, whore. Madam is witing. Go on. I followed him, leashed and little by little I saw the light of de day above the steps... They were taking me to a new hell. I recognized the place by the odors: Iw as rewarded here. Lieutenant took me towards a concrete slab with a tall mast surronding it. Mistress was there with Sergeant and another man I never had seen. Then all went quickly. I was chained laying down on the slab, crossed by two bars. A hook was fixed to my thigh bar and I was lifted up upside down, spread open. I could hear Mistres asking for anaesthetic, laughing. I was thrown into a panic and I didn't understand the word. Until the dreadful pain of the metal crop, swooping down between my spreaded legs, made me yell and be doubled up with pain. My labias were grabbed by a plier then an awl pierced them. The crop had burnt my crotch and I hardly felt the gnawing pain of the ring that was now piercing my sex. My sex and my nipples because they did the same operation on my breast : the crop lashing my breast ; the plier bitting my nipple ; the awl piercing the delicate skin, coming through the flesh ; and the ring degrading me more. Then Sergeant rested on my tortured breast. Next went in slow motion like, as if my debasement time was become viscous. A heavy heat came on my womb, above my slave number, a sizzling and, suddenly the appaling burn of the branding iron went to my senses. It devastated my nerves and my mind, tetanized my muscles and an inhuman scream deafened me, while it was reverberated on the high walls. It was my own voice. Saddling
up
 I
woke up in the stable and I understood the meanning of the words and
allusions they semed so mysterious. Leaned forward with her wrists cuffed back, with their heavily botted legs, their belly was put on a sort of trestle. In that position they showed their branded croup and the metal plug deeply in their ass. Of course they were shaved and bridled and their mouth was distorded by the large ball of their bit . Two chains at last, one fixed to their heavy metal collar and the other clipped to their vulva ring, hampered the mares. I was going to be equipped like that. Lieutenant pushed me on the trestle, and catching my head between his thighs, he locked my wrists irons. In the meantime, Sergeant chained my cunt. They played with the chain that extended my labias, making me moan. Then they put the high-heeled thigh boots on before they tied my ankles. I
felt a scratch on my P35 brand, it was Mistress who had changed her
clothes and worn the belted god she liked to use in me.
The ring  The ring... We, the mares had to learn to trot. So they strapped up our breast and our wrists were hung to a ring behind our neck. Our ankles chains and sex chain were joined. We had to turn around a central mast to drive it and the camera watching us. The mare harnessed was trotting, with her curved breast, raising up her thights: the only way for her to run fast and to avoid being torn off by her vulva ring. We were cheered with whip lashes and the morning was passing this way interrupted with some rests when we could drink. During this first morning I fell down many times and they helped up me with their crop Little by little the sun was risen in the sky and when they stopped us, I drunk greedily despite the bridle and the ball cutting my mouth. I was sucking up the warm water more than I drunk it and sometimes I was choking.
 But when the Lieutenant grabbed my sex chain and stroked my croup with his crop I growled a "Thank you Master" . When the
worming ended, they took back us to the stable when we could have a
rest during the hot hours of the day. We sayed there, with our head
laying down on the troughs. Then, they harnessed a mare, one by one,
and we had a trip ouside. The harness was different and the bridle too.
The mare had her wrists and elbows strictly tied behind her back and
she was tightly corseted to be hitched up to a sulky. There was two
straps on the upper boots so they were firmly attached. For my first
time, Lieutenant hitched me up to a light sulky. He explained to me,
there were ceremonial sulkies and harnesses too. But it would me my
reward when I would be fully trained.
Mistress came and got into the sulky. She made me move forward. The grip of the reins was total. I walked with my head held high towards the great gate of the fort. Then there was a long path and Mistress whipped me. I rushed forward, picking my thighs up. The corset winded me when the inertia of the sulky tightened it, but I obeyed my Mistress while she was cheering me on with her voice and her crop. - Go on, mare ! Move your ass ! Lift your legs ! Go on 35, get a move on... The crop rained down constantly and little by little I ran quickly. The path was bordered with pinetree and fresh. My boots were taping at a steady rhythm on the ground, my chains were clanking and my breath was just broken by my mufled screams when the crop surprised me. My body was the center of deep feeling. The big plug filling my ass was moving on each step and the heavy chain hanging from my vulva was pulling my flesh. My mouth, shorn by the bridle was my Mistress's instrument. - Gallop now, slut. The crop struke more, and I shied. But the reins kept me in the good direction. My jaws were hurting, I was dribbling, I was out of breath and I was sweating but I obeyed to my Mistress as a good mare. My first run ended like that, galloping, the wind of my running cooling down my exhausted body.
 Feed and rubbing
Feed
and rubbing were the first thing during the morning. They removed the
ass plug with more or less brutality then the mares could poop and
piss. Then one of the mares was choosen to clean the floor while they
were rubbing down the others. It hurt on the bruised skin. And mares
were moanning despite the bit they wore.
On this morning I was ordered to clean by Mistress. My harness was removed and replaced by an open ring gag. Lieutnant pushed inside the handle of a scrub brush. I had to do my chore. I was nearly vomitting but a crop made me see sense. And while they were roughing up the mares, while they splashed them with a water bucket, while they brushed them, I was kneeling on the floor pushing the dungs to the central gutter.
Interlude
In the evening, in the Great Room of the Prince's Castle.
- At last some news ? - Yes Prince, I have . The slave, I'm sorry, the Countess is always alive. - Slave, Countess, it doesn't matter. She belongs to me. Then ? - She is jailed in an old fort near Principality of Catalonia. - Stop moanning ! Keep the crop and don't let it down ! - What did she do, Prince ? If I may speak... - She is bored in her Master's bed. So I equipped her with two vibrating godes. So it seems they are usefull. Well I pardon you. I will be back later. Then ? How is she ? - Our agents tell that the fort is the place where the Count of Provence trains the slaves, he needs for his games. Tortures, pony-girls and executions. People don't speak a lot in the land, Count is scaring them. They say that the legal slavery is not obeyed. They also say that the slaves entering the fort, never go out. Alive. - Are those gossips serious ? - Yes My Lord, they are. Our agent's reports match up. - It's very grievous ! Strasbourg is in the dark with that. Prince Dominique read reports and thought about that during a while, mechanically caressing the gagged slave. She arched her back with lust ... - Sclave, you're obscene. You will wait my permission to come. While the slave with her jaws tensing the crop, was pleading "Please my Master, have pity..." Prince turned back to his officer. - I will go on the day after tomorrow. With four guards. The best. I'm going to warn the Princess of Catalonia. She will guest us and help us. We are great friends and she hate Provence. We'll discreetly cross the frontier using the south border. All must be officialy prepared. Inform the medias about my visit in Catalonia. But I don't want interviews. I send those reports to Strasbourg and I ask for the enslavement of Count of Provence and his hooker. - My Lord ! He is noble ! - No he's not. He is an animal. Strasbourg is going to investigate. But they will be pleased, and happy to get rid of a black sheep. And happy when they will know I'm going to increase my electricity production. Prince smiled. I'm going to buy the pig balls with some gigawatts of nuclear electricity... I forgot... I'll take agnes with me. The slave Laureline will be probably bad and I will be busy. Agnes will take care of her.
After the training, they took me back to the stables. I was chained again with the other mares and fed with dry slavefood.
The trough was also used as a night headrest and the guards showered us with a cushion. In this way, my first day of mare life, finished. In this way, all the days finished . But for the ones designated to serve the guards. They were just dressed with a white apron, stockings and high heel sandals and taken away with her chained womb, anckles and wrists to the mess. There, they have to serve drinks, meals and men. A sign hanging on their collar noticing that. They had to make money from their holes and if they didn't bring enough money, they were severely punished in the torture room. One time, it happens to me and I remember the 24 hours I passed on the rack... On this evening they forced me to drink. Laying on a table, pulling my sex chain to enlarge my hole, I had gulped down the strong alcohol flowing from a bottle they forced into my mouth. After I was raped many times, I came back to serve, queasy, staggering along on my high heels. Then I knock over a tray, breaking one or two tankards, and laddering my stockings. Immediately I 've been trashed and taken away by Sergeant.
The punishment of a clumsy slave I was drunk. I wanted that they let me there. But the wishes of a slave are unsignificant.
Oushing me, cropping me, Sergeant took me down to the torture room number 2. The electricity one. Suddenly I was panic-striken and I fell down on my knee, pleading the Sergeant. - I beg you, Master. Not the electricity. I'll do what you want Master ! Have pity. Sergeant burst out laughing : -Ah you slut ! I didn't think that. But because you just made worst, speaking without my permission, I am going to add some little things to the punishment. No electricity ? It's ok... Ah Ah Ah... Laughing he pointed the rack... Qickly he put a rope around my neck and took my shoes off. I was standing up, shivering, and I was gazing the inscription he was writing on the slate board I always wore. - Don't disturb, Ah Ah Ah... Nobody is going to disturb you during the next 24 hours. Except me, when I'll come to whip your tits I was going to beg one more time but I had no time. The rope became tigh, I stepped back and my hands touched the cold metal of the rack. Then Sergeant lifted me up by my neck. Little by little I lost my footing, opening my mouth, trying to catch some air. He spreaded my legs, I had a feeling of going down and my ass put on the metal stack. Sergeant probably loosened the rope because I felt down suddenly. The plug widenned my hole excessively and inexorably I sank on it until my crotch came on the sharp top of the rack. I just was catching my breath, wriggling to relieve my aching ass, when Sergeant hooked the rope on my wrist chain. he adjusted the tension of the rope and the pulley and I found myself with a choice of pain: I felt that my shoulders were going to be dislocated or the rope strangled me. Then he added the promised "little things": some weights stretching my udders and another distending away my labias. Then he let me there in the darkness after having more tightened the rope. Twenty four hours. I stayed there twenty four long hours pulled by the rope and with my cunt cut by the steel; with my aching ass and my hanging udder ; with my torn of shoulders or the strangulation when I wanted to release the pain. Sergeant didn't forget me. He came back regularly, every hours he said, and whipped my udders. They bounced, they twirled, dragged away by the weights. And I danced screaming, sometimes passing out. Until a stifling sensation made me come to. Twenty four hours.... When Sergeant stopped the punishment, when he unhooked me, I flopped down on the floor. I hardly moaned when he raped me on the concrete ground. Then after he used me, he chained me to the rack leg and I collapsed in a heavy sleep disturbed by nightmares.
 - to be continued -
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