You Don't Actually Know

You’re so preoccupied with catching Desmond’s choice of event that the only warning you have that someone else has entered the room is the *swish* of a crop cutting through the air right before it lands with a sharp *CRACK* on your ass.

“Who’s this?” A feminine voice drawls as you squeal in pain and surprise.

It’s difficult with Desmond’s fingers still in your mouth, but you’re able to turn your head just enough to see the newest addition to the group of people who want to torment you tonight.

You’re greeted by the sight of a tall strawberry blonde woman wearing what can only be described as a parody of a cowgirl costume.

A leather bikini top supports a pair of generous breasts, with a matching pair of chaps and boots covering her long legs. Various sex toys, coils of rope, and other items you recognize as being useful in cajoling recalcitrant slaves are attached to the belt around her waist.

The chaps do a beautiful job accentuating her figure and framing her exposed nether region. Her only nod to modesty is a chastity belt-like arrangement, with a leather strap attached to the front and back of her belt pulled up between her legs.

Unlike a chastity belt, however, there’s no lock: the strap itself is clipped to loops at the front and back of the belt. Clearly, it was designed to be easily removed by the wearer for quick access to the goods.

“Ah, just the girl I wanted to see.” Desmond says, “Jacque, you remember my stable mistress, Alice?”

“Oui, I’ve seen her around, but we’ve never been formally introduced.” Jacque says, taking her hand and bowing low to kiss it in a bizarrely gentlemanly fashion. “Enchanté, madame.”

“Likewise, Mr. Jacque. I’ve heard a lot about you from Desmond.”

Desmond smiles. “We’re going to be doing him a small favor tonight.” He says, removing his fingers from your mouth and turning you by the shoulders so that you’re facing his stable mistress. “This is your new filly for the evening.”

“Hello, new filly. I’m Alice.” She uses the tip of the crop she just whacked you with to probe at your pussy, pushing it into you slightly. “Looks like you’re in heat darling. I could smell you as soon as I walked in.”

“Put her into the usual tack and stash her in the stable, would you? Jacque and I will be down in a bit.”

“Sure thing hun.” Alice says, withdrawing the crop from your snatch and attaching it to one of the loops on her belt. With the leash to your collar in hand, she pulls you out of the room towards the stable, and whatever event Jacque and Desmond have planned for you to participate in.

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After a quick ride in a private elevator, Alice leads you into what you instantly recognize as the stables. It's essentially a long wide corridor carved out of canyon rock, with various wooden stalls set up to accommodate various slaves. Grooms lead slaves from place to place as they get them ready for whatever event the unfortunate slaves in question are participating in.

Your captor pulls you into one of the stable’s stalls, where a padded bar stands in the middle of the room at around waist height.

“Bend over.” Alice commands, tapping at your ass with her riding crop. You do as she commands, bending at the waist with your hips resting on the bar. Without missing a beat, she leans down, attaching the end of your leash to a ring on the floor directly beneath the your head.

Some unseen mechanism pulls the leash taut automatically, keeping your head down and your body fixed in place, unable to pull back off the bar. Between being **** to bend at the waist and the leash keeping your head from moving, you can’t see much of anything except the floor and wall behind you.

“Hold still.” Alice says. There is an automated chime, and then a scanning laser makes several quick passes over you.

Once the scan is done, she leaves for a few minutes, but returns quickly, carrying a wooden box into view. You can’t see everything from your vantage point, but you can immediately recognize the pony boots peeking up from over the top of the box, heelless and knee high, with a flared and rounded toe.

Alice grabs them first, approaching you and kneeling down so that she can put them onto you.

Perhaps it’s the arousing nature of the situation getting to you, or perhaps it’s the fear of what Alice can do to you if you make things difficult, but regardless of the reason, you cooperate as she lifts one foot and works the boot on, then the other. Despite the fact that the flared arch of the boots makes you feel like you’re wearing five inch heels, the insides of the boots are soft and surprisingly comfortable.

“There’s a good filly.” Alice coos approvingly, pleased with your cooperation. “Keep behaving, and you’ll get a nice reward when we’re all done.”

She punctuates the statement with a nice long lick across your slit that sends fireworks throughout your brain.

As she stands up, Alice clips hobbles to rings embedded in the ankles of the boots, preventing you from lifting your feet.

She returns carrying two leather sleeves and a wide leather belt from the box. First, she wraps the belt around your torso. It's almost like a corset, except it pushes your breasts up from below rather than covering them, putting them on display for all to see. Once that's done, Alice unlocks your cuffs and grips your wrists, working your unresisting arms into each individual sleeve.

Each sleeve is then clipped to each other so that your arms are drawn behind your back, your hands tied to the opposite elbow. Leather straps are then tied between rings on your elbows and the belt, rendering them immobile.

You grunt as she pulls the laces of the sleeves tight, removing any slack. A less intelligent slav- captive might have been tempted to try something at that point, but you’re not that dumb. Between the leash and the ankle hobbles keeping you fixed in place, you have as much chance of overpowering Alice as Melodia does escaping Brut0X.

Hmm… That would be fun to watch though. You think to yourself. You make a mental note to sic BrutoX on Melodia when you make it back to your ship.

Or rather, IF you make it back to your ship.

The final piece of your attire is a bridle. It’s clearly a functional piece of bondage gear, with rings at the side for clipping a bit into and stiff leather flaps near the eyes to serve as blinkers.

Working quickly, Alice removes the ring gag that Jacque had put you in and fastens the bridle into place.

“There we go. All done.” Alice says, unclipping your leash from the floor and the hobbles attached to your ankles, helping you stand up straight once again. She steps back as you take a few hesitant steps, experimenting with walking now that your center of gravity has shifted.

“What a pretty pony.” The cowgirl says, admiring the sway of your hips as you walk. Once you seem a little more familiar with your new gait, Alice leads you into another stall.

“I need to go find out what Desmond has in mind for you.” Alice says as she leads you towards another stall.“But you’ve been such a good girl, like I asked, so you get a reward while you wait.”

As you enter the new stall, you can clearly see what Alice intends your reward to be. Unlike the last stall, instead of a waist high bar, this one has a dildo mounted on a retractable pole in the middle of it.

Once you’re positioned above it, Alice presses a button on the wall. Peering down, you watch with anticipation as it rises until the tip presses against your wet pussy lips.

With all the lubrication that you’ve built up over the last hour or so, it slides in easily.

You groan and sway as it continues to rise, further and further, inch by inch, until finally it feels like the whole thing is so deep in you that you swear it’s pressing against your cervix.

“Shh, shh.” Alice says, massaging your breasts as you try and maintain your balance. “I know it’s uncomfortable now, but just wait a minute.”

You whimper quietly as it finally stops moving. Ordinarily, you’d try and go onto your tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure, but since you’re already on your tiptoes on account of the pony boots, you’re essentially stuck in place, unable to move, mounted on a dildo in the middle of a stable.

Alice steps forward, adjusting a protrusion on the dildo so that it’s pressed against your clit, then presses another button.

Even stuck as you are, you almost jump. Soft but powerful vibrations run through the entire shaft, causing your eyes to flutter.

“See?” Alice says. “Not so bad, right?”

Your head lolls as you try to make eye contact with her.

Alice presses a kiss to your shoulder as she reaches up to press the blinders on your bridle shut. “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere.”