Slave Ch. 06

When I try to see the other female slaves on both sides of me mistress who is standing beside me pulls on the reins to make me stare straight ahead. "If I win this race I won't cane you for letting your attention stray," mistress tells me as a quick slash of the riding crop has me kneel up straighter.

The sun is brutally hot on my back as I kneel in the leather harness, I can only imagine how hot Filly must be in hood and full corset. An announcer calls for the first male pony slave race with masters and mistresses taking their seats in the carts before me to urge pony slaves males to their feet and to the starting line. The owners near me start talking excitedly about the races and the fate of the losing pony slaves and the fun the winning owners will have using them at the gala party after. I wonder what the winning slaves will get other than what always happens to us at parties which will probably be little different than the losers.

The sound of heavy steel clad feet pounding the soft earth of the race course reach my ears after the starting pistol is fired. I can't watch but the owner's shouts and the whip cracks tell me what is happening. The owners around me laugh at a male pony slave whose huge erection is slowing him down with the mistress in the cart he is pulling whipping his back into red welts trying to have him put more effort into his running.

The race is to be four times around the huge uneven field we are in. After the first lap some males are tiring already while others run on with buggy whips making sure they try their best. Each time the males thunder past in their high heeled horse shoes as they pull the carts and the masters with their smiles and buggy whips I can see the sweat pouring off them. Erect cocks sway madly and balls slap naked thighs. Whips crack on naked asses and owners laugh as the slaves try to win to lessen their pain. The finish line is in my limited view so I get to see the winning cart with a blue harnessed slave staggering as he pulls the owner across. The reins are pulled back cruelly to slow and stop the slave then are thrown to the ground so the cart driver can accept his reward for winning while his slave kneels and pants in the dirt. Sweat pour down his chest in rivers leaving long streaks in the dust on him.

Now it is my turn to race; the mistress of the cart I am strapped to has been drawn for the first female pony slave race. The shafts strapped to my hands shift as mistress takes her seat in the cart and I sense her taking the whip out of its holder. A loud crack over my head and the order "Up Epona!" has Filly and I standing as the reins snap at my shoulders. "Who or what is Epona?" my quiet voice asks. "You are, slave."

A loud giddy up and a smart snap of the whip on my back has me pulling the cart out of line and to the left when the reins pull my head that way. Ahead are three other carts with pairs of pony slaves pulling them to the stating line. Once there we are made to kneel while a debate about my heels is argued between the cart drivers. While the owners carry on I can see the line of carts from the male's race ahead of me. The pony slave that pulled the winning master is free from his cart and being led to behind the runner up by his reins by a handler slave to kneel behind him and get his reward by fucking the slave's ass. I wonder about what will happen with the female pony slaves after our race.

When it is proven that the heels I wear are locked on and Master didn't send a key and they are much taller than the high horse shoes the other pony slaves have to wear the mistress of the cart I am strapped to can compete. The cart shake as mistress takes her seat again. I feel Filly's hand on mine giving me a squeeze. I squeeze back giving her a nudge and more forward. Her answering move lets me know she will try to help pull even if just one hand. Fuck the whip and the mistress behind me; I want to win for myself and Master. He set this up but I want to win and I don't care what the rest of the week has in store for this slave.

The bit in my mouth is pulled back enough to pain me and the whip touches my kneeling ass to make me stand ready for the starter's gun. "Hey, how come filly never gets whipped?" my loud voice whines.

I am silent as I lean on the shafts with a leg up waiting for the gun. Filly's hand moves to hold the shaft as well. The cart shift as mistress moves to balance it to ease her pony. I know the whip is high in her hand and ready; so am I. All I see now is what mistress wants me to see because she will know where the other carts are and what to do. We all want to win. Mistress for her own reasons and her two pony slaves for others. I just want Master to be proud of me; he set this up and I want him to be right. Mistress leans a little forward now to put some weight on my arms for when we start off. We are a team now; two slaves and a mistress wanting the same thing if only for a while. Filly is ready beside me and the cart vibrates as mistress shakes her whip ready to urge her pony slave on.

The gun goes off and I feel the whip all in the same moment. I pull out and run with all my heart not even feeling the lashes on my back. My clit ring sounds out shrilly as I run. Filly helps as best she can but this is my race. A sharp pull on the left rein has me miss being hit by a cart trying to pass on the right as we thunder into the first turn. My running feet are silent and light compared to the hooves around me. Mistress has found the carts balance as we hurry down the back stretch. Her reins snap at my shoulders as she urges me to an even faster pace. The blinders can't hide the pony slaves of another cart laboring to pass us as I find more strength and Filly pulls with me; panting her distress in her outlandish leathers. Whips can be heard all around as we pull and run with mistress moving in the cart to help my loping gait. We pass the starting line with no one in front of us. I feel great but almost lose it when I see the winning male still fucking the losers.

Mistress notices and gives me a well deserve crack from her whip. A team passes us! Reins snap at me and the whip urges not only me but Filly as well. We are in an up hill part in the far back when one pony in front of us stumbles bringing the other down with her and sending the master in the cart over them to fall in the dirt with the cart on top of them all. Mistress lets out a laugh of sheer glee as she whips me lightly to urge me on. We pass the finish line again with mistress slowing me with the reins, wisely saving my strength until needed. We are still in front and winning. I hear the horse clomps and whip of another cart behind us even as I am whipped up to speed again. The reins pull at the bit in my mouth as mistress has me move from side to side to stop the other cart from passing us. The feathers in my ass that stood out so proud earlier are wet strings on the back of my legs as I strive to keep ahead not even feeling the whip as my back and ass get more welts. It is the reins, now, that will let us win as mistress guides me; we both know the whip is for show and to help Filly keep up. I know now why Master had me run the beach so often these last months.

When we cross the finish line to win mistress reins me in and turns me to watch as the only other cart still racing crosses after. At her word Filly and I kneel so mistress can jump out exhalant at her win. She is praised for her skill while her ponies kneel absolutely exhausted in the dirt.

A groom slave takes our reins to lead us off the course so the next race can begin. He walks us slowly so we can catch our breath then releases us from the cart and takes off our harnesses so he can hose us down with cold water. I wonder what my reward for winning is going to be; the male got his prize even though he can't cum from the drugs in him.

I soon find my reward when mistress finds me to feel my clean body and touch me as she has me led to the cart I pulled to be strapped into the seat with my legs wide and tied to the shafts I held in my hands not too long ago. I am in front of all the owners with the losing pony slaves lined up before me with instructions for each pony to lick me until I cum. Behind me there is another race and other ponies running to win. My screams of joy are drowned by the shouts of owners as the next race begins.

That night at the rewards banquet mistress is told she has the speed record for female pony slave racing. I am kneeling by her side with Filly beside us as she accepts the bouquet of flowers. She pats my head and tells me Master has heard about her win. That night a male pony is brought to my stall and we are allowed to breed as long as he lasts and long after that when I show how I can use my special tongue and urge him to use his.

After a week of being treated as a pony I find myself in a cage being taken back to Master all alone in a private jet. The floor of the cage is straw and there is one thin blanket for me. When we land I am led off the plane and leashed to a post alone in the hot sun on the runway as the plane flies away. Minutes later a car pulls up to let Asia and Russia out to run to me and take me home to Master.

It excites me to see Bulldog and the Jaguars on the steps of the mansion waiting for me as I am let out of the car to be leashed by my clit ring and led inside with a small tail wagging in front of me. I am led to Son's room to be chained to his bed and wait for him. When he comes in hours later he takes his own clothes off like he is wont to do and crawl between my spread legs to enter me and fuck me and have me as his again. I feel the thick head of his cock as he pushes in and slowly pulls out the first time then he grabs my hips to pull me off the bed and onto his shaft as he pushed forward to take all of me. My arms are bound above my head chained to the bed and I yearn to hold the handsome black man above me as his cock takes my slave cunt until he spends his seed in me as we both orgasm. It's good to be home and Master will greet me with his cock soon, I know.

The next morning after my girls feed and clean me I am led out to sun by the pool. I have so much gold and chains on me that I would drown in the deep end so a chain keeps me near the shallow waters and my lounger. I have been told to keep my cunt and slave body tanned so I lie with my legs spread as wide as they will go hoping to tan even the pink inside of me. When I get too hot I drag the chain so I can step down into the cool water to twirl in the pool and feel the weight of my slave tits disappear if only for moment. The third time I venture in the pool a loud splash at the other end startles me. When I look I see Master swimming up from the depths to surface by me so can take me in his arms and lift me onto the side of the pool. I spread my legs wide and lean back on my bound arms as his hands feel all of me. His strong thighs spread me even wider as he puts his cock into me to take his fancy and fuck me while Son takes Tattoo behind us on the patio. I grunt my delight with each deep thrust as master slides his cock into the cunt he owns. Behind Tattoo does the same as her son fucks her and we both yell out our joy when we cum on the cocks in us and feel our Masters cum in us. Later, when we are left alone, Tattoo and I cuddle in the sun and taste the sweet seed in our cunts. It's so good to be home. "You didn't try to escape while you were gone," quiet voice says. "She had no chance and she's happy now," my loud voice says quietly as I fall asleep in Tattoo's arms; a slave waiting for Masters to have me when they want.

Much later Cook wakes us to have two dog slaves leash us to lead us to his rooms and my life as a slave goes on with him taking Tattoo and then me while I lick his sperm from her this wonderful first day home.