Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, the sluts begin their training as pony girls.
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Chapter Thirteen: Learning to Prance in the Texas Sun
When the sluts returned to the barracks to clean up before the evening meal, they noticed that the bunks had been slightly rearranged. At the beginning of boot camp, there had been beds for thirty sluts in the barracks— fifteen bunks arranged in two rows of eight, counting the slut zero bed. Now there were five bunks in each row. The bunk on the right side nearest the door did not have a mattress on the lower bunk. The slut zero bed, with its thin pad over the wood which would normally support a mattress, had been pulled into the middle of the large center area that was now open in front of the trustees’ bedrooms.
Trustee brenda was standing in the aisle between the bunks. “Your names are on your bunks,” she said loudly as the sluts hurried into the bathroom/shower area. Then she added firmly, “Notice that your color and number are also on the tag.”
One of the sluts started to detour from the shower line to look for her number, but trustee brenda cut her off and yelled at her, “Back into line, slut juney!”
As the slut hurried back into the line for the showers, trustee brenda added derisively, “Don’t worry blue seven, you are still UB to slut david. We didn’t break up any of the current bunkmates.”
Slut jj, who was just entering the shower maze, gave a sigh of relief. “They didn’t try to split us up,” she said to slut marcie as they made their way through the showers.
“Don’t let your guard down,” slut marcie replied. “Trustee brenda is up to something. I just don’t know what it is.”
As soon as they got out of the showers, sluts marcie and jj trotted toward the mess hall. As they ran, slut jj reached up and wiped her hand back through the stubble that was starting to grow on her head.
“I’ve never been sure how fast my hair grew before,” she said as she jogged along. “But now I know that it is about an inch every three weeks.”
“Mine grows a little faster,” slut marcie replied, “but I have a feeling it might not get any longer.”
Slut jj looked back at her with questioning eyes, but they had reached the mess hall and so instead she hurried over to her bottles and began hurriedly sucking down the familiar chalky-tasting chocolate goop.
She had intended to ask slut marcie what she meant by her remark, but forgot on the way back, and once she had reached her bed she wanted nothing but to burrow under her sheet and get to sleep.
***
It was a little after three in the morning when jj’s scream awakened the barracks. She literally dove from her bunk onto the floor and stood dancing and screaming in the aisle. Trustee yvonne turned the lights on as she came out of her room yelling, “What is going on!?”
Slut jj seemed to not hear her but just kept pointing at her bed and screaming, “Spider! Spider! Spider!”
Several of the other sluts repeated her screams as a large, black insect skittered off slut jj’s mattress and began scurrying toward the door. Slut powers grabbed the wooden wedge that was used to hold the door open during the day and slammed it down on the arachnoid before it could escape.
“I hate scorpions,” she said firmly. “Worse than rats when I was growing up.”
Trustee brenda came out of her room looking around. “What’s all this commotion?” she asked loudly.
“Taken care of,” slut powers said softly, then realizing who was asking she stood up straight and said loudly, “Ma’am, taken care of, Ma’am, trustee brenda. A scorpion somehow got into slut jj’s bed, but it’s been killed.”
“Anyone stung?” trustee brenda asked.
“No,” answered trustee yvonne. “Slut jj is just very frightened.”
“Slut powers,” trustee brenda barked out, “and slut marcie, get rid of that thing. Use some paper towels from the bathroom.”
Slut marcie scurried over to the sinks to grab some paper towels while slut powers used the wooden wedge to scrape the mashed body of the scorpion off the floor. When slut marcie arrived with the paper towels, slut powers whispered, “This wasn’t no accident. Look at the tail. The stinger’s been removed. This sucker was captured and kept as a pet for a while before it was released into slut jj’s bed.”
“Don’t tell her,” slut marcie whispered back. “It was a message for me from slut brenda. Did you notice that she was intentionally slow in getting out here when it got noisy? Trustee yvonne’s never beaten her out of her room before when something happened.”
“What message?” asked slut powers.
“That she will hurt slut jj if I don’t keep in line,” slut marcie answered back.
Slut powers said nothing, but all of the muscles on her body seemed to grow very tense. Slut marcie had not realized just how powerfully built slut powers rounded body was under what appeared to be a layer of fat.
When slut marcie returned to the bunk, slut jj, almost crying, said, “Please, marcie, let me stay in the bottom bunk with you.”
“Sexual contact is not allowed in the barracks,” trustee brenda said forcefully. In the time that slut jj was talking, she had moved from the end where she had been standing to midway in the barracks where slut marcie and jj’s bunk now stood.
“I’m too scared for sex,’ slut jj blurted out. Trustee brenda glared at her and she quickly rephrased herself. “Ma’am, this slut is very afraid, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” A quick nudge from slut marcie and she added, “And this slut apologizes for speaking in improper form.”
“I think these are very unusual circumstances,” trustee yvonne said softly. “Perhaps we could make an exception.”
Trustee brenda now glared at trustee yvonne, but said simply, “I guess we could allow it... as long as they remain uncovered so any sexual contact would be visible.”
Slut jj replied, “Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am, trustees brenda and yvonne.”
After the trustees had walked back toward their rooms she whispered to slut marcie, “I don’t know if I can ever use covers again anyway. That thing crawled up right between my legs onto my stomach.”
She then slipped into the bottom bunk and curled up in a tight ball on her side, waiting for slut marcie to curl up around her. After almost an hour of quiet sobbing and quivering, slut jj finally fell asleep in slut marcie’s protective embrace.
***
The next morning, when the sluts assembled on the parade ground for exercises, Master Xerxes was there to greet them.
“Box in,” he commanded in his booming voice and the sluts formed four rows of four plus sluts marcie, jj, and julia in a fifth row.
“This is the last week of phase one,” he said loudly. “It is time to transition from basic training to what you need for phase two, which begins next week.” He walked forward to stand closer to the formation. “The pattern for the rest of the week is this: Each morning after you finish your calisthenics, you will push the FULL roller around the rim trail twice.”
He glanced over at trustee brenda before adding. “I think,” he said slowly, “that you have learned how to properly control the weight of the full roller coming back down into the camp.”
His attention returned to the sluts as he continued, “After your noon meal, you will return here to the parade grounds and trustees brenda and yvonne will lead you in running around the rim trail four times before the evening meal.”
Again looking over at trustee brenda, he said, “If they choose to ride rather than run, two of you will be needed for harness duty.”
Turning back to the sluts he added, “... but that is what you are training for this week anyway. The next phase of boot camp is pony training.”
He paused as if in thought for a moment. Then he said in a quieter, almost professor-like voice, “We at Box M have discovered that there is no better way to train a potential slave than to properly train him or her to pull a pony cart. Those of you who may one day become Masters or Mistresses will also benefit greatly from learning from a slave’s point of view what it is like to respond to the commands– and demands– of a Master’s whip and reins.”
He laughed lightly, “And at the end of phase two, those of you who show the proper aptitude will take the reins as Masters or Mistresses for a very competitive pony cart race.”
Putting his hands on his hips, he shouted out, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
Nineteen voices bellowed back, “Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes, this slut understands.”
Smiling, he turned to trustee brenda and said, “The squad is yours.” With that he walked briskly off the parade grounds back toward camp.
“You heard Master Xerxes,” trustee brenda said loudly. “The roller will be FULL this morning. And I expect you to properly obey my commands this time so that there are no problems coming down the hill.”
She glared out at the sluts until they, led by slut powers, replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
“Following lunch all of you except sluts marcie, jj, and julia will report back here to the parade grounds. Those sluts will report to the stables.”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sluts replied.
Sluts jj and julia were looking at slut marcie with their eyebrows raised as if asking what was happening. Slut marcie just shrugged in response and began doing the jumping jacks which trustee brenda had just ordered.
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The trip around the rim trail was the hardest ever for the eighteen sluts pushing the roller. Adding to the difficulty for the five red-numbered sluts was the fact that the area that had been covered by the restraint belt and brassiere had faded to winter pale. Most of the sluts were sufficiently tanned that the sunblock was more for disease prevention than burn prevention but the red sluts– or their bunk partner– had to keep running up to get sunblock to put on their tits and asses to prevent a painful burn. The resultant loss in pushing power slowed the roller even more.
Because the roller was going much slower, it was significantly easier for slut marcie. So much so, in fact, that she felt slightly sorry for slut jj who was pouring sweat from the additional effort of being one of only eighteen sluts pushing the heavy roller up the long incline at the start of the trail. The sweat also rinsed off the sunblock which meant that someone had to run up and get more which only added to the effort she was putting out.
The heavy roller did, however, completely compact the trail itself. Slut marcie, jogging slowly behind the roller, noticed immediately that the surface felt much better on her feet.
Despite what Master Xerxes said about watching their speed, trustee brenda continually urged the sluts to go faster all the way around the trail until they got to the downhill with the dangerous curve. At that point she commanded, “Pull back against the roller, and keep the speed down.”
As the slaves grunted in the effort to slow the forward momentum of the heavy, water-filled roller, she added derisively, “We don’t want the roller ending up on the bottom of the ravine, do we?”
“Not this time,” slut jj said softly. Then with a surprised look on her face, she turned her head and whispered frantically to slut marcie, “Did I really say that out loud?”
“Don’t worry,” slut marcie answered from just behind her. “Everyone was thinking it and no one will be sure that it wasn’t them that said it.” She gave a short laugh. “And more importantly, trustee brenda can’t be sure who said it either.”
“Quiet in the ranks,” trustee yvonne barked out as she pulled on the reins to slow down slut marcie and distance her from slut jj in the steering row of the roller.
Trustee yvonne kept slut marcie well back from the roller the rest of the way around the trail. On the second lap, she brought slut marcie around to in front of the roller before they left the parade ground and kept her running at a quick jog all of the way around the lip. When the roller arrived back at the parade ground after the second lap, slut marcie was standing in her traces panting heavily with sweat pouring down her naked body.
Trustee brenda called out to trustee yvonne, “Take her back to the stables and release her from there. I’ll release the other sluts in just a few moments.”
As slut marcie jogged off toward the stable, trustee brenda shouted to the sluts, “Tomorrow I want this roller to get around that trail at least five minutes faster on each lap... or we will do a third lap at double time.”
The sluts stared up at her without comment. She met their eyes with a silent, hateful stare and yelled out, “Squad dismissed! Report to the barracks and then the mess hall!”
When slut jj arrived at the barracks, she held back and let the other sluts get into the showers before her. Slut marcie came jogging up just as the last of the sluts started into the showers.
“I thought you would never get here,” slut jj said as she moved toward the showers.
“I had to help trustee yvonne get out the full tack for you and julia,” slut marcie responded.
“Full tack?” slut jj asked. “What is that?”
“You will find out soon enough,” slut marcie answered as she walked slowly into the shower maze.
There were three bottles sitting at slut marcie’s spot when they arrived at the mess hall. The third bottle did not have a penis nipple on it and looked like a 30-ounce bottle of sports drink. After she knelt and sucked down— or up— the chalky glop and the clear water, slut marcie raised herself to her knees and tasted the third bottle. It tasted vaguely like orange with an overtaste of minerals and electrolytes. In other words, it tasted like a regular sports drink.
Slut marcie was considering whether it was really safe to drink when a voice behind her said, “I had them set that out for you.”
Slut marcie turned to see trustee yvonne standing behind her. “You didn’t have someone giving you water as we went around the rim, and I don’t want you dehydrating.” She gave a half smile and said in a somewhat quiet voice, “Besides, we have four more laps around that rim this afternoon.”
She stepped back slightly and ordered loudly, “Sluts marcie, jj, and julia, follow me to the stables.” She then turned and walked out of the mess hall. The three sluts hurried to catch up with her.
When they reached the stables, trustee yvonne turned to face them and said, “I’m sorry, but trustee brenda insists on full tack for this afternoon.” She lowered her voice and slightly lowered her face before she added, “... and also in the morning from now on.”
Slut marcie replied in an equally soft voice, “Ma’am, this slut understands, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
Both slut jj and slut julia looked confused, but before either could say anything, trustee yvonne said, “There is a proper procedure for putting this on, and it must be followed whether you are putting it on yourself or if someone is putting it on you.” She paused, “And it’s not just that you can be punished for not following procedures. If you do this out of sequence, things might not go on right so you might hurt yourself later while you are running.”
She led the three sluts over to a table where sat what appeared to be a tangled pile of black leather and metal. “The everyday tack,” trustee yvonne began to explain, “is black with black hardware.”
She pointed over to a wall and said, “For special occasions, the dress tack is white with chromed hardware.” On the wall hung several dozen sets of white tack.
Pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the barn, she said, “Normally, your tack will be hanging with the everyday tack.” On that wall was an even larger number of the same strange mixture of leather and metal, but in black like what sat on the table.
“First,” trustee yvonne continued, “is the tail mount.” She held up a rather large butt plug with a strange metal clip on the end of it. “There are two reasons for this to go in first. One, it is almost impossible to insert unless you bend over slightly. And two, accepting this into your ass is a sign of submission that puts you in the proper ponygirl frame of mind.”
She picked up a tube of lube and began applying it to the plug. “I will tack up slut julia,” she said firmly, “then slut marcie and slut jj will tack each other.”
She made a motion with her hands and slut julia stepped beside her. Another motion and slut julia turned and bent over. Trustee yvonne pushed and twisted the plug as she slowly forced it into slut julia’s ass.
At first slut julia was gasping and groaning in pain, but as her sphincter relaxed and the plug started to enter, her gasps turned to sighs. When the plug was firmly in place she said, “That doesn’t feel too bad. Actually, it feels pretty nice.”
Trustee yvonne laughed slightly and said, “Tell me that again after the fourth lap around the rim trail.”
“Next is the pull belt,” trustee yvonne said as she picked up a wide belt with black D-rings protruding from the side. It was the same sort of belt that slut marcie had worn for the past several days. Trustee yvonne wrapped the belt around slut julia’s waist and said, “This has to be positioned properly around the hip bones or it will chafe the skin.”
She next picked up a long, tapered piece of leather with a rubber— or perhaps leather— dildo attached to it. On the narrow end there was a D-ring-like extension, also in black. “This attaches to the front of the pull belt,” she explained. “The attachment points are adjustable so that the cunt spike is in the proper position.”
Holding the device in front of slut julia she said, “Spread your legs.” As slut julia complied with the order, trustee yvonne asked, “Do I have to lubricate this?’
Slut julia reddened heavily as she shook her head no. She also gasped loudly as the mid-sized dildo was slid into place, but it was not a gasp of pain. “You will have to control yourself while you are in the traces,” trustee yvonne warned. “If you orgasm and lose step, you will be punished.”
She looked into slut julia’s eyes and asked softly, “Do you understand that?”
Slut julia was obviously quivering with sexual excitement, but she managed to stammer out, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
“Now comes the tail assembly,” trustee yvonne said as she held up a long, curved, metal bar. The tip of the bar connected to the end of the cunt spike strap. Just behind that, it connected to the anal plug. Then it curved upward between slut julia’s cheeks to the top of her ass crack. Another D-ring in the middle of the back of the pull belt attached to it just where it bent at a right angle to support a long, black, horse’s tail.
Trustee yvonne put her finger through that D-ring. “If a ponygirl is misbehaving or refuses to perform properly,” she said, “the traces can be attached to this ring.” She raised herself back up and said, “In that case, the side attachments are not used and the belt is put on a little looser.” She pulled on the back D-ring and slut julia again gasped, this time in pain. “That means,” trustee yvonne continued, “that you are effectively pulling with your cunt and asshole.”
She patted slut julia lightly on the ass and said, “You really don’t want to do that for very long.”
Slut julia just looked at her with wide eyes.
“These are probably the hardest to get used to,” trustee yvonne said as she held up a pair of very strange-looking boots. “It feels more or less like a high heel, but there is very strong ankle support and... it is much heavier than a regular shoe.” She turned the boots to show the metal horseshoes attached to their wide bottom.
Turning slut julia, she said, “Right foot.”
Slut julia bent her knee to present her right foot. Trustee yvonne first wiped off the foot with a damp cloth. “Can’t have straw or sand in the shoe,” she said. “That would be torture after a mile or so.”
She then slipped the boot over slut julia’s foot. Because it was laced all of the way down on both sides and the laces were totally loosened, the slut’s foot slipped easily into the shoe. “Make sure the foot is properly positioned,” she said, “and then tighten the laces as tight as needed.”
She quickly pulled the laces tight on one boot and tied them. As she started on the second boot, she said, “Use a double knot like you would on a kid’s shoes, because if it comes undone, the person who tied it is responsible.”
There was an opening on the back of the boot near the top. Trustee yvonne gathered the excess laces and stuffed them into the compartment, carefully sealing them in place with a Velcro-tabbed cover.
“Next is the arm restraint,” trustee yvonne continued. “Obviously you can’t put this on yourself,” she said to slut marcie, “so I will do this once you and slut jj are to this point.”
She then motioned for slut julia to turn around. Pulling the slut’s arms back behind her back, she said, “Arms straight. Hands and fingers straight. Palms together.”
Trustee yvonne then slid the large, glove-like piece of leather up over slut julia’s arms. It reached to just below her elbows. “We use a short version,” she said, “unless a slut is being punished.” She tightened the laces to the glove and added, “This pulls the slut’s shoulders back slightly, helping pull the breasts upward.”
Again patting slut julia on the ass, she said, “But pulling back too much makes it harder to run fast. That’s why we use the short version.”
She then walked slut julia over to where two pony carts were standing. As the slut walked, her boots made a slight clomping sound like you would hear when a horse walked.
Slut marcie recognized one of the carts. It was the one trustee yvonne had been using for the past several days. The other cart looked more like a chariot and had traces for two ponies. Trustee yvonne positioned slut julia in the right-hand trace of the chariot and clipped the short pull chains to her belt.
“Everything from this point on,” she said, “is done while the slut is in the trace.”
She then held the bit in front of slut julia’s face and said, “Open wide.” As she was strapping the bit in place, she said to slut marcie, “I’m sorry, but trustee brenda insists that the bit be positioned properly. I’ll have to put it in your mouth rather than keeping it below your chin.”
“Understood,” slut marcie said in response.
“The headpiece goes on next unless blinders are to be used.” Her face got very firm as she said, “Trustee brenda insisted that I put the blinders on all three of you, but I said it was too dangerous at speed on the rim trail. When she pushed it, I said that I would have to clear it with Sarge.” She gave a half-smile and added, “We’re not using the blinders on the rim trail.”
The headset itself was basically a leather helmet with a large, black plume of some sort sticking straight up from the top. “This top feather,” trustee yvonne explained, “is there not only for looks, it accentuates the position of your head. If you aren’t holding your head up properly, it is obvious to everyone. So, keep your head up and your eyes straight forward.”
Slut jj automatically responded, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.” Slut julia attempted to answer, but with the bit in her mouth, it came out as meaningless mumbles.
“There is one final thing,” trustee yvonne said. Her expression and the coloring of her face indicated that she was almost embarrassed. “I couldn’t fight brenda on this,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
She then reached out and clipped a small silver bell to slut julia’s left nipple. The slut gasped and pulled back slightly causing the bell to ring. The slut then watched warily as trustee yvonne attached a matching bell to her right nipple.
“Slut julia,” trustee yvonne said as she reached out and tapped one of the bells, “has the smallest and highest pitched bells.” She again gave a half-smile as she turned and said more or less flatly, “I assume you can guess who is supposed to get the heaviest bells.”
“Ma’am, this slut understands, Ma’am, trustee yvonne,” slut marcie
“OK,” trustee yvonne said, “we are running late. You two tack each other up through belts, tail, and shoes. Then get into your positions in the traces.”
A short while later, the two carts emerged from the barn. Trustee yvonne was standing in the chariot directing sluts julia and jj. Slut marcie jogged close behind pulling the empty cart.
When they got to the parade ground, trustee brenda was standing in front of the slut formation. With the three sluts in harness, the remaining sixteen were a perfect square of four rows of four. “I want everyone running as fast as they can this afternoon,” she yelled out. “And I want you running in step.” She stomped her left foot down and shouted, “Each time your left foot hits the ground you are going to say ‘Hup’. Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sixteen sluts yelled back.
“Your speed is going to be set by sluts julia and jj who are going to be pulling me in my chariot,” trustee brenda made a motion with her hands and trustee yvonne guided the sluts over to where trustee brenda was standing. Trustee yvonne got out of the chariot and trustee brenda stepped in.
Turning to sluts julia and jj, she yelled out, “Did you two sluts hear my instructions?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” they both loudly mumbled back around their bits.
“Then let’s get going,” she said. She then yelled, “Forward!” and punctuated it with a quick flick of the whip which had been standing in its holder. The whip caught slut jj on the left ass cheek and caused her to yelp slightly as both she and slut julia began running toward the rim path.
The sixteen sluts ran behind the chariot. They had started so suddenly that trustee yvonne had not had time to get to her cart. Slut marcie trotted up to her and stopped to let her board before racing off after the running sluts.
Slut jj found it hard to run in the restricting tack. Not being able to swing her arms made each stride slightly more difficult. The bells pulled at her breasts with each step. And the two dildos tugged and rubbed within her.
Of the three things, the tug of the dildos soon became the most difficult. The restriction of her arms was a nuisance. The pull of the bells was painful. But the tug of the dildo was creating pleasure. Despite her attempting to will it away, that pleasure also changed what the bells were doing to her breasts. The pain was becoming pleasure pain.
Halfway up the first incline, both sluts pulling the chariot were beginning to pant and gasp in pleasure. By the time they had crested the first hill, slut jj was crying out in orgasm. She shook slightly in the tack and traces but continued to run.
Slut julia, meanwhile, was still attempting to keep herself from orgasming. Her gasps of “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” with each step were growing louder and more frantic. About a mile along the high portion of the rim path, her orgasm washed over her. With a scream that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body shuddered. She lost rhythm with her feet and screamed through the bit as she stumbled and fell forward onto her knees.
Slut jj stopped immediately, and almost as quickly, blows from trustee brenda’s whip began descending on both of them. Slut julia staggered to her feet, struggling to rise without being able to use her hands.
“Don’t you useless sluts know how to run?” she screamed at them as she delivered blow after blow to both of their backs.
Finally slut julia was able to rise to her feet. “They are untrained,” trustee yvonne’s voice said firmly.” She had evidently left slut marcie and the cart at the back and walked up to trustee brenda’s stopped chariot.
“The water stop is just ahead,” she said. “Why don’t we let them rest there for a moment before we go on?”
“You are too soft on these sluts,” trustee brenda snapped back angrily, “but it looks like we will have to tend to slut julia’s knees anyway.”
She snapped the whip above the two sluts’ heads and ordered, “Ahead double time!”
Sluts jj and julia began trotting down the path. Once again, slut marcie brought trustee yvonne’s cart up to her and stopped so she could board.
A few moments later, they came to a wide area of the path. One of the ranch’s dusty old pickup trucks sat near the path. The back of the truck was filled with water bottles. One of the camo-clad security men was sitting on the tailgate watching the sluts run up the trail.
As the sluts trotted over to the pickup, he stood and reached into the cab. When he turned back toward the sluts, he was carrying a first-aid kit.
“Looks like you might have been pushing them too hard for their first day in harness,” he said with a West Texas accent.
Trustee brenda gave him her standard glare and said, “I was holding back.” She huffed and added, “They are just clumsy.”
The security man said nothing. Instead, he spit on the ground as he opened the first aid kit and started wiping slut julia’s scrapes with an antiseptic. “I won’t bandage these,” he said in his drawl. “Wouldn’t do no good anyway. She’ll just sweat them off.” He spit again and added, “And if I make them tight enough to stay on, it would interfere with her running.”
Trustee brenda got out of the chariot and said dismissively, “Attend to them.”
As she walked away, the security man again spit on the ground and muttered to himself, “She’s the kind that would mistreat a horse and blame it for dying.”
Slut julia tried to say, “You don’t know the half of it,” but with the bit in her mouth, it came out as a series of mumbles.
A few moments later, slut david walked up carrying two bottles of water. He loosened the side strap on the bit harness and slid the bit out of slut jj’s mouth. He then tipped the water bottle up so she could guzzle the water.
“Trustee ratchet said we had to hurry,” he said quietly as he walked over to slut julia.
Slut julia started to laugh. Her laugh sounded really strange with the bit in her mouth. Slut david could see slut jj’s look of confusion, and he said, “Movie reference. Obviously, you’ve never seen ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.’”
“Oh,” replied slut jj. “The asshole nurse.”
“Bingo,” responded slut david as he undid slut julia’s bit harness and freed her mouth.
Before holding the water bottle up for her to drink, he asked, “Are you OK? Do you need medical attention?”
“No,” she replied. “The cowboy security man did a pretty good job on my scrapes.” She paused and then said with a smile, “He doesn’t like trustee ratchet either. He thinks she would mistreat horses.”
“Ooooh,” slut david said, shaking his head. “That’s one of the worst insults a Texan can give. She must be really unpopular with some of the staff.”
“Julia?” slut jj said, and slut julia looked over at her.
“You have to learn to control your orgasms or you are going to stumble again.” She paused as if trying to think of what to say, then blurted out, “And as much as the image of trustee brenda’s chariot flying off the trail into the gorge pleases me, I’m afraid she would jump out, and you and I would be the ones falling into the gorge.”
Slut julia looked back at slut jj but continued to suck greedily at the water bottle. When she finished, slut david asked, “Do you need more?”
When he started to reset her bit harness, she suddenly said, “Can you give us just a minute?” His hands froze in place, and she quickly said, “jj, I tried to control my orgasm, but it overwhelmed me.”
“No,” replied slut jj. “You tried to STOP your orgasm, and it built up too strong for you to resist. You need to go into it, like you go into pain to turn it into pleasure.”
“Remember,” slut julia said. “I’m not a painslut. I’m just a horny-all-the-time slut. I don’t know what you mean.”
“OK,” slut jj said quickly. Slut david was making little circles with his hands, indicating that they needed to hurry up. “Don’t try to stop your orgasm. Concentrate on the good feelings and make it come... or more exactly, make yourself cum early. It will be a smaller orgasm, and you won’t lose control of your body.”
Trustee brenda’s angry voice broke into their conversation. She was standing at the back of the formation, speaking with trustee yvonne, but obviously, she was angry at the delay. “Is there a problem up there?” she yelled out.
“Harness buckle was jammed,” slut david quickly yelled back. Then he paused and said more slowly, “Ma’am, the prong slipped over onto the wrong side of the buckle, Ma’am, trustee brenda. This slut had to twist it a couple times to get it to pop back into place.”
“If you fixed it,” trustee brenda yelled out angrily, “then get those sluts back in harness.”
While slut david hurriedly worked to reset slut julia’s bit harness, slut jj said quickly, “I’ve had four orgasms so far, but I could keep running. Don’t hold back. Let yourself go early, that way, you can keep running and still bleed off the sexual energy.”
She wanted to say more, but slut david was now resetting her bit harness, and she was reduced to unintelligible mumbling. Seconds after the bit was in place, both sluts felt the upward tug on the pull connections, which indicated that someone had stepped into the back of the chariot. The tug balanced and then pulled slightly downward as trustee brenda moved forward to take the reins.
A sharp slap on slut jj’s ass, quickly followed by the loud command, “Forward!” and the chariot began to move once again on the trail.
The whip cracked a dozen or so more times as trustee brenda screamed, “Faster, faster!” About every third crack of the whip was accented by the smack of the tip against flesh as trustee brenda aimed for either slut jj’s or slut julia’s ass.
Trustee brenda may have had many deficiencies, but she was an expert with the whip. The long tassel of the whip would crack just behind one of the sluts’ asses, and then as it continued through its arc at a rate above the speed of sound, the very tip would strike flesh.
The second, slightly quieter, “Snap!” was lost in the noise of the initial crack for most people, but sluts julia and jj could hear it very clearly and could feel the results of that supersonic impact on their reddening ass cheeks.
Once they got up to speed, trustee brenda set her whip in its holder and tied off the reins on a handle-like bar just inside the chariot. She then turned around so that she was facing the sluts running behind her.
“Lift those knees!” she screamed out. “By next week, you are expected to be able to run like a prancing horse, so get those knees up as high as you can as you run.”
She waited a moment to watch the response to her command. Most of the sluts attempted to raise their knees higher as they ran, but it was unnatural for them, and most could not do it and maintain the speed needed to keep up with the chariot.
“Knees up!” trustee brenda screamed again. She smiled slightly as she watched the sluts struggle to obey her command. Then she turned back to the sluts pulling her chariot and yelled out, “You heard what I said to the rest of the sluts. Get your knees up as you run.”
Slut jj altered her stride so that her knees were coming up slightly higher, but when slut julia attempted it, she groaned in pain. She looked over at slut jj with wide eyes. Slut jj tried to call out to her, but the intended, “That’s OK,” came out as “Aah Oh Ay.” Slut julia understood her intention and returned to a normal run.
Trustee brenda’s voice screamed down at them, “I saw that! Slut julia, even if you can’t lift your knees today because of your scrapes, you can still keep up to speed. Slut jj, you don’t have any excuse, so I want to see those knees up in the air!” She punctuated her command with several snaps of the whip on slut jj’s ass. She must have been slightly upset because the whip was not at snapping speed as it flicked slut jj’s flesh.
Trustee brenda’s aim was also slightly off, and one of the snaps actually landed below slut jj’s ass on the back of her thigh. That caused slut jj to break stride and almost stumble, but trustee brenda did not appear notice, but instead screamed out, “Faster, faster!”
As they approached the turn that would take them across the end of the box canyon, slut jj could see that slut julia’s face was starting to show the strain of orgasm. “et it oh,” she mumbled out through her bit.
Slut julia may or may not have understood what slut jj was trying to tell her, but she did relax her body slightly and then began to shudder in what was obviously a small orgasm. The shuddering caused her to slow slightly, but she did not break stride or stumble. A few steps later, she was able to pick up the pace and come back to the desired speed.
Trustee brenda had her whip in hand and was ready to use it to urge the ponygirls back up to speed, but set it back in the holder when slut julia finished her mini-orgasm. She gave a twisted smile as she realized what was happening. “Sluts!” she said almost under her breath. “They’re despicable, but they get to have all the fun.”
As the chariot turned onto the portion of the trail that led back into camp, slut jj looked frantically around, trying to remember where the dangerous gorge was on the trail. The image of her and slut julia flying off the trail into the deep gorge was flashing through her head.
To her great relief, trustee brenda snapped the whip above their heads and said, “Let’s slow it down for the curve, sluts.” Then she ordered, “Drop to double time,” and both slut julia and slut jj slowed their pace.
Moments later, they easily negotiated the sharp turns and twists that went around the gorge. As soon as they were back on the straightaway, however, trustee brenda again snapped her whip. This time it was not above their heads. The sharp snaps on slut jj’s and slut julia’s ass cheeks were accompanied by trustee brenda’s frantic shouts of “Faster! Faster! Faster!”
The whip snapped again and she screamed out, “Keep those knees up!”
Sluts julia and jj felt the up-and-down tug on the pulling chains, which indicated that trustee brenda was moving in the chariot. Moments later, they could hear her scream at the sluts following, “Get those knees up! UP! I said!” There was a pause and the screaming continued, “I should make you all sleep in the stables tonight so you can all get it through your bald heads that you are nothing but worthless animals. You are nothing more than a two-legged pony! So get those legs up!”
‘Wow!” thought slut jj. “No wonder that cowboy guard doesn’t like her. She thinks horses are worthless.”
Shortly thereafter, the squad arrived back at the parade grounds. “Fifteen-minute break,” screamed out trustee brenda.
“Water and sports drinks are in the truck,” trustee yvonne shouted. “Each of you drink at least one of each, but don’t overdo it. We have three more laps to make before supper.
This time it was slut molly who was sent over to give water to sluts julia and jj. Slut molly was sent to slut marcie.
After about ten minutes, trustee brenda called out, “Box in, ponies and carts behind the formation.”
The sixteen sluts immediately formed their four-by-four square. Slut marcie was already behind the formation, so she moved forward so that she was effectively on the left side of the back row. Sluts julia and jj pulled the chariot around so that they matched slut marcie’s position, but on the right side.
“We are going to practice getting your knees up,” trustee brenda called out. “We are going to do that by marching at dressage speed around the parade ground.”
She looked around as if she were thinking of her next step and then looked over at trustee yvonne. “Trustee yvonne will lead you,” she said with a smile. Then, after waiting for a reaction of shock from trustee yvonne, she added, “...in her pony cart.”
She smiled wickedly at having once again put down her fellow trustee and then said, “I will stand in the middle where I can observe all of you.”
Without being ordered, slut marcie pulled out of formation and brought the cart to the front. Trustee yvonne was obviously upset as she got into the cart, but she said nothing.
“For those of you,” trustee brenda began to explain, “who do not know what dressage speed is, it is approximately this:” She then began to clap her hands slowly— about once a second. “If you think to yourself, ‘One, one thousand; Two, one thousand; Three, one thousand,’ or just ‘Step, one thousand; step, one thousand,’ you will have it about right.”
She stopped at her chariot to retrieve her whip before walking toward the center of the parade ground. Once there she snapped the whip loudly and cried out, “Begin!”
Trustee yvonne gave a quick flip of the reins and slut marcie began moving forward. At this very slow pace, it was much easier to lift her knees high.
Evidently not everyone thought so, because trustee brenda’s whip and voice carried across the parade grounds, “Your thighs should come up to level. Your foreleg should be straight down with your knee bent ninety degrees.” There was a pause before she screamed out, “Get those knees UP!”
The formation made three laps around the parade ground before trustee brenda called out, “Sluts jj and julia, HERE!”
The two sluts had been following closely behind the others, but quickly broke away from the formation and pranced over to bring the chariot to where trustee brenda was standing. Slut julia attempted to raise her knees as they ran, but her previous injuries still prevented her from doing so. Slut jj, however, was able to double time with her knees coming to the proper position with each step.
Trustee brenda got into the chariot and said, “Over in front of the formation.” The two sluts followed her command and took her to the desired spot.
“We are going to go a little slower this time,” trustee brenda said forcefully. “We are going to do double time all the way around the rim... except for the hairpin turns at the gorge.” She turned her head so she could look directly at slut marcie in the traces of trustee yvonne’s cart. “When we go through those turns,” she said, “we will do so at dressage speed.” She looked over the formation and then yelled out, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” they thundered back.
Since she couldn’t be understood anyway, when slut jj answered, her answer ended with “trustee ratchet.” Her smile as they began to trot over to the trail entrance confused her trace mate, slut julia.
Trustee brenda— or whoever made such decisions— must have figured that the sluts had hydrated enough during the first lap and following break because they did not stop on this lap around the rim. Trustee brenda kept them at a constant double-time speed all the way up the inclines and around the end of the box.
When they got to the first turn into the gorge, trustee brenda called out, “Dressage speed,” and the group slowed to the one-step-a-second speed. As soon as they were through the turn, she called out, “Double time!” and took them back up to speed. They returned to dressage speed for the hairpin at the end of the gorge and then again for the sharp right turn that turned them back toward camp. They were still doing double time when they got back to the parade ground.
“Ten minutes for water,” trustee brenda called out, “and then three dressage laps around the parade grounds before we take the next lap.
The same procedure was repeated for the third— and fourth— laps. When the formation reached the parade ground after the fourth lap, trustee brenda said, “There will be extra water and sports drink with your supper. Three dressage laps and then you are dismissed to the barracks to clean up.”
Fatigue was very apparent as the sluts struggled to raise their legs to the proper position as they made their three slow laps around the parade grounds. Trustee brenda walked back into camp as soon as they began the first lap, so her constant whip and voice was not heard. In fact, the only comment from a trustee was when trustee yvonne called out as they finished their second lap, “Just one more lap and then you can go.”
When the formation finally completed their last lap and came to a halt, trustee yvonne yelled, “Squad dismissed. Slut david please accompany the chariot to the stables to help me with the harnesses.”
He walked up alongside the chariot but did not step into it. “You know where you are going,” he said to slut jj. “I will just run alongside you.”
Slut jj mumbled out, “ank ooo,” as they trotted back to the stables.
Slut david was evidently very familiar with harnesses because he was able to quickly free the two sluts from their tack. Once he had removed the arm restraints, he asked, “Are you able to move your arms well enough to get the rest? Or do I have to do it?”
Slut julia was very cautiously moving her arms and hands, trying to get feeling back into her fingers. “I think you will have to do me,” she answered.
Then she turned red and said, “I mean... I can’t get myself out of this.”
“I think you meant what you said,” slut jj interjected. “But I think that would get us all in a lot of trouble.”
“Right now,” slut julia replied with an exaggerated release of breath, “I think it would be worth it.”
“For you, maybe,” slut david replied as he worked to remove the belt, “but not for me.”
When he finally figured out how to release the crotch strap from the back and began to pull it free, he said in surprise, “No wonder you had trouble running. Those would really be painful and bothersome.”
“Pain wasn’t the problem,” slut julia said with a sigh.
“What do you mean?” slut david started to ask, but suddenly said, “Oh! Yes. That would be a problem, too.”
“What can I say?” slut julia said, shrugging her shoulders and raising her arms out to her sides. “I’m a slut. I’ve known that all my life. I crave sex and I crave being dominated and forced to do things that I want to do, but can’t let myself do.”
Slut jj pointed down at slut david’s rising erection. “I think you may have found a kindred spirit— or maybe I should say the key that fits your lock. But there isn’t time to do anything about it right now, and we will all be in trouble if we don’t get over to supper soon.”
Fortunately, trustee yvonne arrived at that point carrying slut marcie’s tack. “It all hangs on the wall right over there,” she said, pointing to several empty hooks and brackets on the wall filled with black tack.
A few moments later, the sluts were racing to the barracks. Trustee yvonne followed at a slow jog.
By the time the sluts reached the barracks, all of the others had already cleared the showers and were on their way to the mess hall. When the four of them finally reached the mess hall, they barely had time to rapidly suck down the chocolate goop and finish off their water before the klaxon sounded.
As they rose to return to the barracks, trustee yvonne was standing behind them. She said, “Take a moment to finish the sports drink. Safety overrides minor rules, and we can’t have you passing out or getting sick tonight or tomorrow.
The sluts murmured “thank you,” and quickly picked up and downed the bottle of sports drink. Trustee yvonne said nothing about the improper form of the thanks, but merely walked away as the sluts chugged the drink and then scrambled towards the barracks.
All nineteen of the sluts were asleep long before lights out.
They slept just as soundly each of the next four nights as the same routine was repeated each day. The only difference from day to day was that trustee brenda expected the roller to move slightly faster in the morning and expected their knees to be slightly higher each afternoon.
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