Allison's Descent into Slavery Pt. 12

(This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. I also want to thank Carl for editing much of my work, which greatly improved the final product. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older. The characters of LoisvSpalding, and Mary Jacobs and the Spinning Wheel Pony Ranch appear courtesy of Carl Bradford.)

Penny led us into the Petting Zoo which was a series of rooms with single, double or triple breeding benches inside so café patrons could breed the ponygirls before or after the shows. The doors to the rooms were open so you could look inside and see the action which I suspected was part of the thrill. One or two doors were closed, giving the patrons their privacy. There were a number of ponygirls being bred in the different rooms. Some had female slave handlers assisting or should I say giving a hand using finger vibes on the ponygirl's clitoris and eliciting many a happy whinny.

I observed young Carl with his nice tool pounding Rosebud's back passage. Hank was lovingly petting her while she whinnied contently. On the trip from Bender's pond to the Breeding Barn I overheard Hank explain that he and his wife Nancy helped raise Carl. How his mother was out of the picture and his father was in the military, often deployed overseas. Now that was an unusual relationship between nephew and aunt (not related by blood) that had just become more intense.

"Rosebud's slave hole feels better than that ponyslut Spice's back door," proclaimed Carl.

"Now you know why I named her Rosebud. We're both glad you're enjoying your birthday," chuckled Hank, accompanied by a joyful whinny from Rosebud.

"Uncle Hank, can I bring Rosebud to the Parker Center for some remedial ponygirl training with some of my friends next week?"

"I suspect Rosebud wouldn't mind being put through her paces by you and some of your friends. Let's talk about it over dinner tonight," laughed Hank, as Rosebud whinnied happily. Lucky mare I thought.

Hold it! That teenager thought the old mare Rosebud was hotter than me? Now that hurt my pride, I was going to be the best slave, whether it was consort, ponygirl or pleasure slut, in the state of Texas. I just wanted to make my master proud of me. Thinking about making Mistress Kara and my future master proud started my pussy throbbing as I once again fell under the spell of my slave mind. I knew it was happening but was powerless to stop it in my current condition, becoming a horny ponyslut in search of more sexual gratification. It was like an out of body experience as I observed my demise from afar.

Seeing Hank and Rosebud in action made me wonder what weird kinky stuff Dr. Allen and her husband were into. Had she ever been strapped down and bred by a stud, or two, at the Breeding Barn? I could see the attraction to helplessly serving a stud in public now. The orgasms were incredible. My slave persona wanted to trot right back out there for more. I guess I would have to settle for my date in the Petting Zoo to slake my slave heat.

Maribelle and Beth were waiting for us with mischievous grins in a double breeding bench room. Beth was holding a rather large strapon dildo that appeared even bigger than Viande while Maribelle was naked, adorned with a smaller ribbed strapon ready for action. I could hear it vibrating, at least the part in Maribelle was vibrating. It was clear that Beth, Daphne and Maribelle were all feeling no pain due to the margaritas Hank had served them so this did not bode well for us. Once secured side by side on the double breeding bench we would learn our fate all the while my pussy throbbed in anticipation. I must be really screwed up in the head to be this aroused by such a risky and demeaning situation. What has gotten into me?

Beth stripped off her jacket, shirt, pants and panties and donned her strapon. It had plugs for both her anus and pussy along with a clitoral pad. This one also had straps holding it securely in place which were necessary due to the size of the dildo portion. Our tails were unceremoniously yanked out.

"The two of you were total ponysluts out there on stage cumming all over those stallions' large cocks while everyone watched your wanton displays. You sluts enjoyed it too much so we are going to demonstrate another side of slavery for you: how much a free person can get off inflicting sexual pain on a stupid helpless slave," advised Beth, as she donned plastic gloves and pulled out the jar of gingerol paste and started rubbing it onto her phallus.

"We are going to fuck both holes using this stuff as lube. It's going to be hot," chortled Maribelle, laughing at her stupid joke, as she secured my head face down by my bridle. Now I could not move my head to see what was happening around me.

"No, it is going to burn like a big ol' red hot poker jammed up your ass. It'll feel like these dildos are on fire. Lindsey, you took something from me... this is payback," said Beth as she walked behind us, followed by Maribelle.

"This is a bad idea. You're going too far with this," interrupted Daphne, shocking me with that statement.

Somehow the Princess of Darkness had suddenly become my new best friend. Would it be enough to stop this madness? Lindsey and I whinnied in fear while Penny did nothing, just standing there frozen not uttering a peep while unable to decide what to do.

"You are the one that wanted to humiliate Allison for stealing YOUR boyfriend. This is her punishment for that," argued Maribelle, slapping my buttocks with her strapon and then she started running the head of the dildo covered in gingerol paste on my wet pussy lips. Why were they wet?

The pain started slowly until it felt like my labia were literally on fire. I am truly sick: I was aroused strapped down on the bench when she walked behind me. The intense pain from the burning was adding to my arousal somehow fueling an intense pain/pleasure dynamic. I did not understand what was happening to me as I whinnied in fear. I heard Lindsey join me emitting a loud panicked neigh.

"She has humiliated herself and I have it all on video. That is enough to publicly destroy her. This is just sick. Stop it now," yelled Daphne. You go girl I thought to myself as I felt the dildo being lined up with the opening of my womb. I was seconds away from a fiery impalement. My pleas for help sounding like some weird wailing whinny. Suddenly the dildo pulled away as I heard Maribelle yell, "What the fuck!" Then all hell broke loose.

"What the hell is going on here!" demanded Judy Parker. "STOP what you are doing right now!" she ordered, as she entered the room.

"Fuck that!" yelled Beth, as Lindsey whinnied in pain.

Chaos erupted around me. There was another loud whinny from Lindsey followed by a "No!" from Beth. Then a zapping sound consistent with a slave goad followed by a thud resembling someone falling to the ground.

I was still strapped to the breeding bench with blinders on, staring at the ground unable to see what was happening around me. There was a flurry of activity with Judy calling for security. I thought I recognized the voices of Dr. Allen and Security Officer Haynes. Daphne and Maribelle were protesting their treatment but Judy wasn't having any of it.

Hands worked on my bonds and soon I was free. When I stood up I was looking into the concerned face of Dr. Allen. SO Haynes had Lindsey freed. Aunt Judy was pouring water onto Lindsey's butt rubbing it while Lindsey cried. It appeared that she was trying to wash off the gingerol paste. I hoped that Beth had not gotten her dildo into Lindsey. My pussy burned as I tried asking for help making a pathetic whinny instead. Being unable to speak had reduced me to true animal status, lower than a slave who could still communicate. Realizing the problem Dr. Allen grabbed some water and started washing off my privates. Penny was still standing there in shock the whole time as her aunt glared at her from time to time while Parker Center security secured the room.

Finally we were stripped of our bridles, armbinders and horse collars, freeing us to speak. Lindsey, ever the type A, provided a succinct summary, calmly describing how we were drugged with spiked sugar cubes and how our tails were gingered when Penny stepped away. Parker Center security found the suspect sugar cubes in Beth's and Maribelle's purses and pulled the video tracing our movements in the Breeding Barn Café. I later learned that this even included the audio of the plan hatched by Beth, Daphne and Maribelle, us being fed the spiked sugar cubes, getting our tails gingered and the events that just transpired in the Petting Zoo.

Lindsey and I were whisked out of the Petting Zoo by Dr. Allen who had Penny in tow as the police arrived. We had a chance for a private conversation with Dr. Allen on the way back to the stable. I took that opportunity to describe the strange relationship between Daphne and Penny explaining that I suspected that Penny was a true submissive who had been abused in her sorority by Daphne. It looked like Penny could be in some trouble and I wanted Dr. Allen to have a clear understanding about all of the relevant factors.

Dr. Allen explained that she was taking us to the Samson Clinic for a full medical work-up to a include blood draw to see what exactly we had consumed. In order to preserve any evidence on our bodies the staff was not permitted to wash us. Instead, we were fitted with our Broadstone collars and flip flops, herded into a Broadstone van, and transported to the clinic with Dr. Allen and Penny following behind in Dr. Allen's car. When we arrived we were whisked into a private exam room thanks to Dr. Allen's connections along with the fact that we were part of a criminal investigation. The Samson Clinic was some bizarre cross between a hospital and a veterinary clinic for animals and a place that I never want to return to.

Sharon Price, an attorney who worked closely with Broadstone, met us at the clinic at Dr. Allen's request. It turned out that Sharon was Dr. Allen's pairing when they were at Broadstone together. Sharon accompanied us into the exam room where she promptly was retained by Penny to represent her. The lawyer pulled out her laptop and started typing furiously while we waited for an investigator to show up to witness our examination. It was fascinating watching Sharon work her phone while also preparing documents on her laptop. After about thirty minutes Sharon, Dr. Allen and Penny all signed documents using digital signatures and then she was done.

Dan Mefford, an investigator with the Department of Agriculture, Slavery and Livestock Division arrived and our examination began. He took one look at Lindsey and me and drawled, "These slaves look like they've been rode hard and put up wet." When I took a look at Lindsey I realized he had a point if I looked anything like her. We both had that well fucked look. Lindsey's pussy was open sopping wet still leaking vaginal fluid with dried cum on the insides of her thighs. Even after being wiped down by Dr. Allen to get the gingerol paste off, my pussy continued to leak fluids consisting of cum and my pussy juice which were now dried on my thighs. I am sure that all he saw was two well used horny pleasure sluts ready for action.

A male nurse came in and conducted a sexual assault examination taking swabs of our vaginas, anuses and mouths. I was conflicted hoping for a woman for my modesty but my slave persona derived a perverse pleasure being examined by a man. He drew two vials of blood, one for Medford and another for the clinic lab to do a quick drug screen. "Quick" being relative, likely a few hours of waiting for the results. Investigator Medford sealed the swabs and blood samples in evidence envelopes in order to preserve the chain of custody. He then checked Lindsey and my SINs and interviewed us, tape-recording our statements. Once done he turned towards Penny with a look on his face like a wolf about to slaughter a lamb asking for a statement from her.

"Inspector, ten minutes ago Judge Coltrane granted a protective enslavement emergency protective order (EPO) for Penny Parker. The court's after hours' clerk will be entering it into the National Slave Registry shortly and I can email you a copy of the filed order. The holder of the EPO is Judy Parker who has not authorized a statement at this time. I can inform you that Penny was not aware of either the illegal drugging or the gingering the tails of these slaves. That leaves only a failure to protect charge where the severity will be determined by the facts as they emerge. I have also initiated civil compromise discussions with the possibility of voluntary indenture with representatives of the owners of these slaves to resolve any potential charges," explained Sharon, wiping the predatory look right off of Inspector Mefford's face. Where was she when I was enslaved, I wondered?

"Please email me a copy of the EPO for my investigation, Counsel," responded Mefford, and Sharon promptly sent it to him via email. He quickly reviewed the order on his smartphone matching Penny's SIN on her inner lip to the order.

"Pursuant to the law any person subject to an EPO like this and an identified person of interest in a criminal investigation must be kept collared and naked pending the adjudication of the criminal investigation. Furthermore, they must be kenneled in a registered and licensed slave training facility or slave market," advised Mefford, the predatory grin returning to his face as he looked at Penny.

"Penny, strip now," commanded Sharon.

"I'm not stripping naked here in front of everyone," protested Penny, defiantly crossing her arms over her ample chest with an insolent look on her cute face. "I am a free person, not a slave."

"Counsel, if you cannot control this willfully disobedient slave girl I will take her into custody," chuckled Mefford, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He started twirling them on his fingers. "I will cuff her, strip her, discipline her, teach her some obedience and lodge her in the detention holding center pending adjudication of her case. She will be really popular with the staff there as they like to sample the inventory," he advised, with that evil grin once again plastered on his face.

"Penny, pursuant to the court order for the last fifteen minutes you have been a slave forfeiting all the rights of a free citizen. Strip now or Investigator Mefford will take custody of you which will not go well for you," advised Sharon, pulling a slave collar out of her purse. I mean, who carries a spare slave collar around town in her purse?

"Yes mistress," answered Penny, with a suddenly scared look on her face realizing her options were between bad and worse. She pulled her polo shirt over her head as tears started flowing while Sharon pulled a Glad trash bag out of her purse, handing it to me. That woman thought of everything.

"Bag her clothes," Sharon ordered, soon Penny was standing naked trying to cover herself as I collected her belongings in the bag. While Penny was stripping Dr. Allen was on the phone talking to someone named Lois calling in a favor regarding Penny's kenneling.

"Inspector Mefford, I just got off the phone with Lois Spalding, the owner of the Spinning Wheel Pony Ranch, and she has agreed to accept this slave for kenneling as early as this evening. The Spinning Wheel meets all of the legal requirements for kenneling Penny I believe so we won't have to trouble you with booking her into a detention center," informed Dr. Allen, smiling politely as she continued working on her phone. "I am requesting a Pony Express slave transport for her immediate delivery tonight. Their ETA is about an hour. In the meantime, she can remain in this exam room in her attorney's custody while we wait for my patient's blood results."

"Does anyone know that company's motto," chuckled Mefford, changing the topic.

"Neither rain, or snow, nor gloom of night, can keep us from transporting your chattel on time," responded Sharon. "They are the most reliable short response slave transport in the state."

"Then we have more than enough time for me to discipline this slave for her earlier insubordination and then test her obedience," announced Mefford, as he situated himself on a chair. "Come here, little slave girl."

Mefford had Penny sit on his lap facing away from him. Then he gently lowered her forward until her face was on the floor at his feet. Grinning he opened his legs at the same time, putting his feet around her shoulders effectively immobilizing her with her legs splayed open around his hips. Poor Penny's ass crack and labia completely opened like a book right in front of Mefford's face exposing her anus, vagina and clitoris for his viewing pleasure. A red-faced Penny moaned loudly, her arousal evident for all to see.

"Look what we have here," exclaimed a surprised Inspector Mefford, pointing to a Big D slave market brand located between the cheeks on the inside of Penny's left buttock on the sensitive skin right next to her rosebud. "This prime pussy is a Sandy Foot Girl! That explains a lot."

Penny's blush became more intense with the new discovery that surprised everyone in the room, me included. The rest of us crowded around Penny getting a closer look at the distinctive brand. It was the same badge that adorned Lindsey's and my left buttocks. I knew some free women as a point of pride voluntarily received the Big D brand announcing their prime slave grade for life but never expected demur little Penny to be one. Penny was full of surprises this day. She had a second brand on the inside of her right buttock consisting of an "A" inside a triangle. I wondered why.

The now visibly curious Inspector Mefford asked, "Slave cunt, what is the second brand for? I don't recognize it."

Beginning to tremble, Penny spoke, "Master, it's the Alpha Delta sorority house slave brand. In the house it is called the slit licker badge. Each pledge class has one girl chosen for that designation who receives the brand which confirms the designation for life. Each girl becomes a sort of house slave for the sisters while in the sorority remaining naked and collared in private when only sisters and alumnae are present. She orally services all sisters upon request and sleeps with the sorority president or her designee."

I knew some of the sororities had a kinky side to them but never suspected something this sick and perverted. This revelation explained the unusual dynamic today between poor Penny and Daphne. I remembered Calum stating that Daphne had been president of her sorority, now realizing how much power she had wielded over Penny in college which carried over to today's events.

"Counsel, please take note that this slut's pussy is literally dripping in my lap just like one would expect of a horny Sandy Foot Girl. Her slave heat confirms her submissive tendencies in support of her protective enslavement," Mefford announced, as Penny wiggled her ass in his lap, her slave heat taking over. "Did you hump the brand like a good slut?"

"Yes.... I humped the brand...the blacksmith rubbed the wooden handle of the brand on my pussy after he burned the Big D badge into my ass. It felt really good rubbing on my clit. Then he pushed that handle into my pussy and fucked me with it."

Inspector Mefford chuckled, "Did you slave tip the blacksmith?"

"Yes, but first his apprentice while he had me humping the brand while Daphne and Maribelle watched," replied Penny, her face turning a deeper shade of red while Mefford traced her brands with his fingertips.

"How many times did you cream the handle? With your slave heat it had to be more than once," laughed Mefford, transitioning to massaging her brands with his thumbs as he squeezed her buttocks.