Chapter
5 : the parade
Mare slaves' days were going like that.
From that time passed in the fort, I just remember unspeakable pain and
beast memories. I hadn't past, no more future. No hope, no despair.
Nothing.
There, I was a perfect mare and a beast hasn't a soul.
Sometimes I was thinking about this distant Master, the Prince. I was
thinking about those short moments, I was his slave. Those moments were
a little light in the no-life where they had enslaved me.
But there was always a lash of whip, a yell, an insult blowing off the little flame.
One day, a crop woke me up early in the morning. Our Master, Count of
Provence was visiting the fort and he wanted to try out his new mare.
Me, the slave number 35.
I was carefully rubbed down and I was cermonialy harnessed: red wig,
because He liked the red head; a corset with hooks to hold the boots;
big red pompons on the tighs and a mare tail on my rump; little bells
fastened to my nipples rings and to my ears.
Like a beautiful animal, adorned with black and red, I was bridled to the great sulky.
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He came, with Mistress, in a big military vehicle. I just heard some snatches of conversation, evidences, Strasbourg,
Cataloña. I think they spoke about the Prince.
But I didn't listen because Mistress was gazing at me and she was
smiling. That smile was frightened me because it always meant a
punishment. Then they came. Count was short and round and he stank.
With his dimpled but hard like claws hands, he inspected my ass and my
cunt and touched my udders. He laughted about the bells, watched
carefully my brand and spread my buttocks to check the plug filling my
ass hole. Then he grabbed the reins. They had brought another mare, so
he could climb on the high sulky. I heard Mistress speaking to him:
- Take that. She very likes my crop.
She was speaking about that crop, she liked to
use, with a metal tip. The Count sat down and the sulky became heavy,
tightening my corset. I took a deep breath and that made the bells
ring. Then the first lash of whip came on my back.
- Gee up, mare ! Gee up, the Count yelled. I jumped screaming and I lifted high my thighs so I could use the maximal lenght of my chains. I had well broken in, so when the doors of the fort were passed, I was trotting.
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- Quicker, whore, quicker. Gallop !
Lashes of crop were raining on my rump and
my back. Sometimes they fell down on my udders, making me groan. Count
was continuously and did not stop whipping me. Soon I was quickly
galloping put in rhythm by my bells. The wig was hot and sweat was
burning my eyes. But I was galloping.
My skin was in fire, always whipped by the Count. But I was galloping.
He kept the reins well tight and my mouth was cut by the bit. But I was galloping.
Sometime, a twitch tightened the chains and seemed to torn off my labias: I growled in pain. But I was galloping.
I was drolling, I was sweating. The plug filled all my ass. But I was galloping.
Approaching a drinking hole, Count pulled the reins...
- Stop, mare ! Stop.
he
stopped the sulky and unharnessed me. He took me to the water hole. I
leaned with difficulty because the corset but I drunk lenghtily,
sucking the water through the bit and the ball over-stretching my
lips. Count was stroking my rump, feeling my offered cunt.
- Good beast, a bit capricious but a good beast. Let's see if your mare ass is good like it seems to be.
He brusquely torn off the plug and
I screamed in pain, kneeling down on the ground. He grabbed the reins,
lifted my head and and he buggered me. His harsh movements, the jerks
he made with the reins, made my bells rang. His grunts with
the noise of the bells were deafening me. It's the reason why I didn't
hear him coming.
Him !
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Chapter 6 : deliverance
Suddenly Count seemed to spring from my ass and the tension of the reins disappeared...
- Well Count. Excuse me for disturbing you but it would appear that you stole something I fond off from me.
This voice ! Soft and threatening... Prince, my Master.
I curled up. I felt dirt, impure. I didn't want he saw me like that.
His tone changed, becoming harsh :
- Talk. Quick or I am going to pierce your pig paunch.
Count cried out, afraid :
- She's here. She is the Countess of Saint-Brieuc.
- Laureline ? Are you ? What they do with you ? What about your hair ? Is it a wig ?
I noded with a moan and tinkles of bells.
He was standing up looking
down over me. He glared at me: my marcked body with hot iron and whip,
the rings demeaning my sex and breast, the pompons and the mare
tail.
His eyes became dark and glazed like two wells of shadow and I shivered despite of myself .
I was scared at this moment,
not about me, but about those they are going to be the target of
his cold anger. I tried to say No...
But suddenly his arm released. His sword lashed Count's face who collapsed with his bloodied cheek .
- Pig ! You'll pay for that.
Like a wild cat, Prince pounced on Count. He tied his hands, cut his clothes and gagged him with the rags.
I think he found the keys because he freed me, removing the chains, the harness and the corset. Then he threw away the pompons.
I coughed, my jaws aching :
- I thank you Prince... I thank you My master.
- Prince or Master, it doesn't matter. We have to hurry. We're not in a safe place.
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I was gazing at this
severe and proud man. And however he had gone through provinces to get
back his stolen slave. This man who was kneeling shameless in
front of his slave.
I was looking at this man
and I would like to hug him, I would like to clasp him in my arms, I
would like to feel her heath inside me. I would like to thank him like
they taught to me... They reduced me to... That. It brought tears
to my eyes.
He grabbed my womb chain and his hands were trembling with a controled rage.
- I can't do anything there. But the necessary laser key is in the truck. Can you walk ?
I held back and I smiled. Hope was begining anew and my pride was coming back. My Countess's pride.
- I was well trained, Master. I can even run. But I have to keep my boots.
He looked at me and her eyes wrinkled like a smile.
- Perhaps I could keep the gag on the insolent slave mouth ? What do you think about that ?
He slapped my bum, smiling and that made me cry out. Because the fire of the crop was always hurting my skin.
- I'm sorry. Go on. Quick. Get up, you bastard !
He helped up Count with his sword point and made him walk.
I followed Prince, keeping the chain in my hands and trying to deafen the noise of the bells.
Some minutes ago, I was trotting encouraged by the whip.
But now, I was trotting, glad to do that freely.
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Finally we came to the lorry, an old machine, with erased license plates. A cattle car was hitched up.
I recognized Agnes and the Countess. Her wrists were tied.
Agnes was finishing undressing her with a long dagger.
Countess's eyes blazed with
anger but she could speak or do nothing. Her mouth was tappered
and Prince's guards firmly held her.
- My Lord, her eyou come !
We found this one. Countess of Provence. Driving a sulky with that girl
bridled. She isn't even a slave. Look ! No enslavement number. But can
you see the marks ?
- I know. Laureline has the same.
Agnes turned back, looked at me and her eyes widened while she came closer. retourna, me regarda, ses yeux s'arrondirent
d'effroi et elle s'avança vers moi.
- Poor girl...
I threw myself into her arms and I cried my eyes.
- Come on now, you mustn't cry. All is finished. Come and dress. I get some clothes.
Prince was pretending to get angry.
- Without ask for permission ?
- I beg your pardon, Master, but... Agnes was standing with her head down, very humble, but with a little stubborn smile on her lips. A stubborn and insolent smile.
- But what ? Are there some "but" with your Master
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- You DID tell, my Master
that a slave has to be always perfect to serve. You choosed yourself my
combat suit. And it doesn't protect my but. So, thinking you were going
to pick up the slave number 35, thinking she were not correctly
dressed, for you my Master, I took the liberty of carrying out some
clothes in a little suitcase.
Don't you remember ? You brought it.
- That stuff, I was loaded down with ?
Prince burst out luaghing
and his men too. Even the girl marked with number 62 laughed. Every
body relaxed except the two prisoners.
- Well. I will not have the
last word with you. What a world. Two insolent slaves on this morning.
Anyway, we have to deal with that persons. They don't know yet, but I'm
their owner. Give me the marker.
Count and Countess fell down
on their knees. They started to tremble, refusing the fact. But Agnes
grabbed my arm and took me away. I didn't see more.
- Come girl, you too... I have something to dress you too.
While Agnes was helping me to dress, she
was speaking. All that chitchat made me well. Agnes was rising up
against the "slut" make-up. She was deploring the fine stocking they
didn't hide the whip marks. She laughed seing my expression when I
discovered the very short dress she choosed. She was flittering
around us, the girl and me, checking a hem, fixing a stocking,
removing a little spot on a shoe with a tissue. I thought that
agitation was hidding something. I asked her. She said nothing, only
some sibylline words :
- Master will speak to you.
I don't agree. But if I know you as I think, don't worry. I have more
than one trick up my sleeves to obtain what I want my Master do.
She silented me with a make-up remover tissue on my lips.
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In the meantime the two
new slaves have been registered. I heard their deafen yells and it made
me shiver. I remembered my registration, the numerous pricks the marker
did. We all three came closer. A sort of avid curiosity took me to see
the decline of my tormenters.
But Prince stopped me and took me apart.
I stayed in the submissive position without realizing, open legs, hands back and head down. But his voice chilled me.
- I am going to
take you in a clinic, where they will delete the iron and registration
marks. You, Countess, were my responsability and I failed.
It
is the least I can do and I hope that could erase the pain in your
soul. Then I will send you back home. I should hope you could
forgive me.
I was going to protest, I was going to
implore him to keep me but he put a stop to my petition, turning on his
heel. Then I remembered gnes's words. She knew all that. And she said
she had a solution ?
I rejoined the others with my mind shared
between despair and hope and I watched the boarding of the two
new slaves, the numbers 42 and 87.
They were gagged, their anus was filled with our mare plugs and they were tied together.
Prince had decided that the male had to
be chemically castrated. But the knot around his scrotum could do the
same thing because the 42 could move with a slipknot around her neck
and linked to the male's scrotum.
A guard lifted them in the cattle car and
their ankles were tied. The female grumbled in her gag: she had trouble
breathing with the slipknot and with her head between the male fat
thighs. The ramp was closed and we sat down in the lorry.
The travel to the the Auvergne County
Marches where a plane was waiting for us, was long. The vehicules was
winded and smelly and Agnes, Odile ( the former slave 62 ) and me were
seated in the back and we got shaken about. But it was nothing after
what I lived in the fort.
However I was sad. I was trying to
understand that strange feeling devouring my heart. I would like to be
His slave. Me, Laureline Countess of Saint-Brieuc. And he didn't want
me !
While we were looking at the two slaves
boarding, Prince came in my back and grabbed hold of my wrist. It was
like a shackle and I shivered. He took me to the lorry, grinding my
wrist like he was grinding my heart. Then he released me... With regret
? What a strange man...
He could do what he wanted with me. He
owned me. I was his slave and he was the Master. But he didn't. His
sense of honour forced him to free me.
Agnes blinked and smiled : don't worry, you'll get your Master.
I didn't see Prince
Castle. From the Berry airport, I was directly driven to the clinic.
Prince left me in a wellknown surgeon's care. Then, just before he
left, he removed my slave rings. Alone in my room I shed tears. But
next day in the morning I knew what I had to do...
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Chapter 7 : the willful enslavement of Laureline, Countess of Saint-Brieuc
I
stayed during a month in the clinic. The transplant cicatrization was
slow. The room was pleasant and I was regularly visited by Agnes.
Prince came too. And Odile too. Prince allowed her. A Master give a
slave permission. Because she had decided to be enslaved. As a IW,
Intellectual worker. She had studied law, so she could advise Prince. I
had also news about the former count and countess of Provence.
Prince ordered they were displayed in the casttle courtyard, on a St
Andrea cross and whipped. During one week. Then they were steriziled,
they were proclaimed sub-slaves and sent to the harder works. Laughing,
Agnes told me that they replaced a tractor during the spring plowing.
Now they were serving slaves in the great casttle stables.
On a morning, surgeon told me that I could leave. He informed Prince
and he was going to get me during the evening. The iron brands were
nearly invisible. Just a little bulge when it was hot. Whip marks had
totally disappeared. My hair grew again. Some centimeters. Only my
nipples kept a mark of their piercing. Six months, the surgeon said.
All the afternoon, I walked round and round in the room. I changed my
clothes many times. I looked at me in the mirror. One hundred times. I
found myself ugly. I could weep. I erased my make-up and did it again...
Then He came. Hearing the high heeled shoes noise, I knew Agnes was come too as we planned. I went over many times the scenario.
I was looking through the window when He entered the room.
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Slowly I turned back and I stood up lifting up my skirt.
Then I devilshly held my head up and I looked Him straight in the eyes.
Prince looked at me, astonished. He glowered at my womb where the barcode was beating.
- What's that ? Didn't I ordered it was erased ? Surgeon is going to hear me. And you ! You disobeyed !
- Prince, you freed me. The
choice was mine. And I am noble. With the same rights you have. So I
decided I want to be enslaved. Again... Agnes ?
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Prince turned back to Agnes
and she seemed to shrink, playing the affraid slave while she was
rummaging through her hand bag.
I went closer and knelt in front of Him.
I didn't see His face and I put my hands on His thighs.
- Will you collar the slave 35, Master
?
I knew I won. The bulge under His leather pants couldn't wrong a no-inexperiented slave.
I unbuttoned His fly, I pulled out His member and I softly rounded my lips on His glans.
Then I gulped it.
My master was smelling good, leather, his light perfum and his man odor.
His fur was tickling my nose.
I was waiting.
For the collar.
My Master's voice became hoarse. He cleared his throat, like embarrassed :
- So Laureline, you won. Slave 35, you won. But you're got it coming to you. And you too, slave 26.
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hand on my head. I felt the softness of the collar around my neck. His
sex grew up in my mouth and my womb burnt. When I heard the noise of
the lock, I started shivering. While the pleasure took me, a pleasure I
offered to my master, He came too and His liquour sprang into my
throat. I didn't try to keep Him when he went to the window. I stayed
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- Come here. On your knees.
I obeyed and came to him. He pointed Agnes and she gave the rings to him.
I closed my eyes when he passed the ring through the hole in my nose.
I heard him, rumbling : you disobeyed for that too !
He did the same with my ears.
- Leave us now, Agnes.
- Master ?
- Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt your little favourite. I'm just going to spank her.
- Master... ?
- Go. Don't be afraid. About her. But you're got it coming to you. Get out.
Suddenly His voice changed and I looked up to Him, surprised. But he grabbed my wrist and tied them with something.
He lifted me up and hitched up my skirt...
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- What are you thinking
about ? You two ? That I knew nothing about your plan ? You're two
little sly persons and I let you plot. But I have eyes in my back. And
itw as the only solution to keep you.
His
hands on my buttocks were always warming me when He turned me over. I
gazed him. His eyes were laughing while He was taking off his clothes.
He was happy.
And naked. And very... manly.
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I was staggered. We thought we controled him and ...
He
pounced on me like a tiger. I never saw Him so Master like he was now.
The sharp steel of His blade torn off the light silk of my blouse. My
shirt was open, revealing my breast, I was trussed up, on my back, at
His mercy. He started to devour my breast.
I was wriggling, I was protesting :
- You don't have the right ...
- I have all the rights. I'm your Master, he said, with His filled mouth, munching my tits.
- You're a manipulator monster. You're a barbarian, a sort of... pithecanthropus in heat...
- yes I'm in heat. Then he bit the other nipple.
- You're a cad ! Beast ! I hate you... Aaaah don't do that...
But when he undertook to crunch my womb, I surrendered and I was only a bound slave raped by her Master.
A slave having many pleasure.
Many.
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