They are frightened into accepting their collars

The slavers's message was very clear to the former basketball players, it did not take additional convincing. Jamal went to the first girl in line and removed her ball gag. He pulled out a leather **** collar and dangled it in front of her. "Do you want this around your neck?" Jamal asked the girl. She meekly nodded yes.

"No no no filly. I need you to say the words. Beg for the collar. Else..." he pointed at their former coach, still sobbing from her anal ****. The girl gulped and spoke.

"Please Master...give me a collar. Make me a **** girl..." she dejectedly said, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

Jamal slipped it around her neck and locked it. "Now I don't know what your name was and I don't really care. Your new name is FuckFilly. Do you understand?"

The woman let out a loud sob but nodded her head. "Yes Master...my name is....sob....FuckFilly."

Jamal laughed and patted the girl on the head before moving to the next one to repeat the process. "Alright Max, why don't you start with some as well. And be creative with their new name!"

It did not take long for the two men to get the team into their new collars. Max was having a blast with the naming as well and was especially proud of coming up with the names MareCunt and CumHooves. After all of them were officially collared and documented, the two slavers chained one **** collar to another, forming a long coffle. "Take these new cunts down to the the stables," Jamal said to one of his co-workers, who dragged the former teammates off to start their training.

"So Jamal...what are we doing with these two?" Max asked, pointing to the former captain and coach. The two of them were both exhausted, leaning over the bondage bar, panting heavily. Their eyes were half-open and glassy, as if they were off in other worlds. Jamal walked over to them and thought for a moment. He approached the captain first, removing her gag and offering her a collar. "Now SloppyCattle...yes, that is your new name...do you want your collar now?"

Dawn nodded her head weakly. "Yes Master...SloppyCattle would love to be your ****..." she moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

As Jamal locked the collar in place, he explained his plan to Max. "SloppyCattle here will be going out to the farm for her training. Her teammates will all be down in the stables, training to be either show ponies or cart ponies. But at the farm, fillies like SloppyCattle will learn how to pull a plow. Its so physically demanding that we typically send only our strongest slaves here," he explained, smacking her ass when he mentioned her strength. "It is also horribly demeaning, pulling a plow in the hot fields for 16 hours a day. So we like to send our more....haughty and arrogant accusations there. I think a former captain of her loser basketball team fits that bill."

SloppyCattle was sobbing uncontrollably as Jamal started to lead her away, the despair of her new life sinking in. As Jamal left he said "As for the coach, she is too short and plushy to be a ponygirl. I think a puppy is better suited for the bitch. So why don't you name her and then bring her down to the kennels?"

Max smiled as he towered over the petite latina. She slowly craned her neck up, still exhausted from the painful anal fucking and spanking she received. A collar was dangling in front of her. "Well now MuffinButt, do you want this collar?" Max asked.

The former coach nodded her head. "Yes my...my Master. MuffinButt would love to be....a ****. And....MuffinButt is sorry for being a bad girl..."