Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 14

"Yes sir!" the two closest men said with a curt nod.

Ambrose led Melanie to the next room over where two more men were standing guard. They nodded to him respectfully as he entered, closing and locking the door once Melanie was in with him. This room was just like the last one with the same decor and layout. "You, my dear, have demonstrated your willingness to perform on command and shown your acceptance of your new situation," he told her, leading her to the bed. "So, I will dispense with the usual tests of loyalty, like sucking me off or disrobing me, and instead go straight to your reward for this evening. Bend over the foot of the bed with your hands planted on the edge."

"Yes, Master," Melanie said at once, bending over as she was instructed and sticking her ass out for him. Ambrose took off his white blazer and draped it over a nearby chair. Then he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt while staring intently at her. Outside of a couple of peeks over her shoulder to see what he was up to, Melanie stayed in place. This was a test, she knew it. She was sure that he was testing to see how much patience she had. Melanie had nothing but time on her hands as she didn't have anything better to do. She waited calmly as he then took off his boots, his pants, his undershirt, and then finally his boxers to be just as naked as she was.

"You're good at waiting after being given an order," he said, stepping up to her and pressing his crotch up against her round bottom. "This is good, and it pleases me." Ambrose then brought his hands around her body to cup her breasts, gently kneading them. Melanie hummed in response. He gyrated his hips back and forth, rubbing his hard cock against her waiting sex. At the same time, he alternated between fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples while dry humping her. Once he was rock hard, he paused long enough to bring his cock up and to slowly push it into her.

"Ooooohhh... Thank you, Master," Melanie purred as she felt every inch of him slide into her. He was definitely the largest cock she'd had in a long while. She felt her pussy get stretched open wide while being filled up all the way to her cervix. Oh... gawd... I am such a slut... she thought while she moaned as her Master started to fuck her very, very slowly. What was more, she was an enslaved slut who was reveling in her sexual slavery. She felt like she was losing more and more of her old self with every passing day and with every man who fucked her. The really sad part was that she was really enjoying it. Her new Master was now driving her wild by rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while sucking on the back of her neck and driving into her in a slow, methodical manner. She wound up pushing back against him and he pushed into her harder.

"Such an obedient, responsive slave," Ambrose murmured into her neck. "Its hard to believe that you come from the Pre-Flare days... you'll be highly sought after by my clientele," he said as he drove into her. His thrusting was becoming harder and faster. Melanie was now moaning with every thrust and getting closer to her climax. She whimpered her need to him. "Do you need to cum, my little filly?" he asked. Melanie whimpered an affirmative answer to him. "Good girl... letting me know what you need and holding off for as long as possible," he said, sliding a hand up to her neck and squeezing just above her metal collar. "You may cum on my cock now, slave." No sooner than he said that, Melanie felt the orgasm rip through her. She let out a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction as the blinding pleasure washed over her. Her arms and legs shook so badly that she was afraid that they'd give out before her Master would be able to shoot his seed up into her. Then it became irrelevant as she then felt his cum blow into her waiting womb as he let out a long sigh of relief. "Mmmm... yes... very good," he breathed as he pulled out of her. "Now, come to the table where we'll eat dinner and then fuck some more tonight."

"Mmmmm... Yes, Master." Melanie moaned, following him. "Thank you, Master."

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CHAPTER 137: Melanie - Life as a Pony Girl

Early the next morning after being hand fed by her new master, Melanie was brought out of the hotel and put into the line of pony girls in the number two position on the right hand side of his pony girl team. Karina, who was looking like she'd been awake and crying all night, was put in the number two position on the left-hand side. Melanie noted that the two of them now made up the last two members of an all-woman team of ten and that the other eight had already been suited up and put into their positions. It came as no surprise that they had a leather body harness waiting for her at her position. She was made to step through the 'panties' of the thing first, which was nothing more than a belt and a strap of leather that ran between her legs. The strap that ran between her legs had two black dildos attached to it that were lodged up her pussy and ass. Then it was cinched tightly to the belt. Next her legs were put into the thigh garters that were attached by two straps to the belt apiece; one running up the front of her thigh and the other behind her thigh. After that, her legs were encased up to her thigh in black leather boots that they had to cinch close with more belts and buckles to get them to fit her. Then it was the torso portion which was little more than an open cupped leather bra that attached to her belt in four places and then ran to a leather collar that they put over top of her metal one. Finally, it was the bit, bridle, and blinders that were put on her head along with shackling her arms behind her back at her waist. Once she was properly adorned, she was put into her place with the pull bar on her left side, attached by chains to her harness.

I've been reduced to a mere sexual beast of burden... Melanie thought morosely before remembering that she'd be serving as a brothel as well when she wasn't doing this. She realized that, just like a horse, she could only see straight in front of her. The only way she could see to her sides was if she turned her head and she quickly realized that might be the wrong thing to do because she didn't want to contemplate what might happen to her should she fall. More than likely she'd either be dragged along the cruel, unforgiving ground, or the whole team pulling her new owner's cart might be stopped long enough to punish her. Either option did not sound appealing to her. Just when she thought that there was an end to the indignity, one of the handlers came up with two nipple clamps that had bells attached to them. Melanie moaned as her nipples were rolled and teased to hardness, then winced when the tight clamps were attached to them. She couldn't help but wrench her torso side to side, making her tits jiggle, just to see how well attached they were. The clamps didn't budge, and the bells rang when she did it. They weren't going anywhere. She now looked like all of the other women in the ten-woman pony girl team, with the only differences being hair color. Melanie twisted her head to her left to see Karina, trussed up just like she was, looking nervous and worried at her newfound lot in life. Melanie wanted to tell her to relax but she seriously doubted that she would.

"HEE-YAH!" she heard Master yell. It was followed by the crack of a whip over their heads. Not wanting to find out if he was going to use it on human flesh or not, Melanie started walking with the rest of the team and the was soon trotting along with them. The weight of the cart pulled back against her harness where the pull bars were located at. It took some getting used to. Melanie and the pony girl team were driven eastward out of the city, past the ruins of the old airbase that was there and then eventually up a smaller road that appeared to be heading for the nearby mountains. All Melanie could see was the distant, looming mountain off in the distance and the bare backside of the pony girl in front of her. The crack of the whip over their heads kept them moving. To Melanie's surprise, it was relatively easy pulling the wagon. Her mind thought of the mechanical advantage of pullies and gears that must be working for the women to be able to pull without any undo strain. Soon she got into step and rhythm with the rest of the team, realizing that she didn't need to know where they were going, all she had to do was keep up with the speed of the others.

The hours passed by and Melanie felt her libido being worked up. With both of her holes plugged, a bit in her mouth that tasted like RadRoot, and bells attached to the tips of her breasts by clamps, it didn't take much. Every step she took moved the dildoes inside of her, making them grind together through her vaginal wall. She started whimpering in need for release despite having been jogging for so long. At about noon, she figured from the sun beating down from almost directly overhead, the whole team was stopped when they came to a intersection in the road. "KNEEL!" she heard her Master yell with a crack of the whip. Melanie dropped to her knees along with the others, resting back on her calves with a sigh of relief. She was hot and sweating from the exertion under the brutal sun. Unfortunately, her other need was still present as she found herself clenching and rubbing her thighs in an attempt to get herself off.

The handlers came by with waterskins. They stopped at each girl long enough to take the bit out and give them a long drink of refreshing water. Melanie heard the girl in front of her thank her Master, so when it was her turn, Melanie gleefully sucked on the nozzle of the waterskin as if she were sucking a cock. Once she'd drank her fill to the point of emptying her waterskin, she craned her head back to look up at the handler. "Thank you, Master," she breathed right before her bit was put back in.

The handler looked her over, then looked back to the wagon. "Boss! Mel here is in heat!"

"She's been learning quickly than the other one, even learning to run in step with the others," her Owner called back. "Go ahead and reward her."

"Yes, sir!" the handler said. He dropped to his knees and slid his hand between Melanie's mound and her leather crotch strap. She felt him touch her swollen clit and erotic electrodes shot up her body. He fingered her hard and fast. She heard him say, "Cum, slave."

Melanie's eyes rolled back into her head as she arched her back, jutted out her tits, and shook all over as the orgasm suddenly crashed through her. The bells at the end of her breasts jingled nonstop as her whole body shuddered from the hard, intense climax. Then a feeling of warmth and relief swept over her as her whole body hummed. "Thank you, Master," she moaned through her bit as the handler then stood up and went to the next woman behind her. She knelt there, head now dipped and chest heaving as she caught her breath from the brain-numbing orgasm that they'd given her. No wonder they get total obedience from these women... that was amazing! she admitted to herself. She wondered if any of them climaxed while in the middle of a run. She'd have to keep an eye out for that.

When the break was over, they were all ordered to their feet and ordered to start trotting. Melanie fell into step with the others as the team was driven east through the intersection. Once they were moving at a good pace, the whip was cracked, and they were ordered to jog again. The road became narrower and more twisting and winding as they headed up the foothills of the mountain. The road turned northward briefly before heading east once again, now running parallel to a mountain stream. Another couple of hours of steady, uphill running and they were at something that looked like a mountain lodge village, circled around a long, oval field that had a track around it, that could've been a farm complex once upon a time. They were given instructions to turn this way and that before being stopped in front of an old looking, but renovated, barn.

The handlers came back and this time they started detaching the pony girls from the pull bars and leading them into the barn. Melanie was the fourth one taken inside, placed in the fourth stall from the huge double doors. The stall, she was thankful to see, was converted for human habitation even if it was about twenty square feet of floor space. It had a small, twin sized bed, only a couple of feet tall off the floor, to her left that was covered with fluffy, warm looking blankets and soft pillows. The bed might be a size down from her old one, but the bedding was an improvement. To her left was a small toilet next to a small sink that had a small towel hanging between the two. To her thanks, the floors were soft carpet and not hay and straw as she'd figured it might be. Her handler helped her out of her boots, harness, bit, and bridle, hanging the items on the wall outside of the stall. Melanie stretched and worked her jaw as it'd become stiff from having the bit in it all day while staying right where he'd left her. The handler came back and looked at her manacles on her wrists and ankles. "The Smither will be in later today to remove these and outfit you with proper leather cuffs and collars," he told her. "He'll also fit your harness and boots to you as well. Now, have you had a good chance to look around your new home here?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," Melanie said at once.

"Good, kneel," he said. Melanie when to her knees immediately and he brought a black leather hood out from behind his back. Her head went through the neck collar at first before being stuffed up into the hood. He reached through and pulled her auburn hair through a slit in the top until it was all through before fitting the hood over her eyes and down around the sides of her face. Her mouth and nose were still open and available. The collar of the leather hood was then cinched close around her neck above her metal collar. "When you use the toilet, stay on it when you flush, they're designed to spray your pussy and ass to clean you for thirty seconds. Keep yourself clean that way. You'll have thorough grooming every night after dinner before you have clients visiting you in here. The other girls will tell you how the rest of your day will go. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," Melanie replied at once. She remained kneeling until she heard her stall door slide close and click shut. Then she heard the sound of a heavy padlock being locked to seal her in. She slowly crawled forward, putting her hand out every could of feet until she could touch the door. Once she made contact, she got to her feet and then started mapping out the stall in her head as she moved clockwise around it. The training that her family had done with the Douglas' oh so long ago came back to her automatically. Even with the sounds of the rest of the pony girl team being brought in and settled in, and even with her being winded and sore, she managed to concentrate enough to make a couple of circuits to get the layout of the simplistic area. When she got back around to the massive doors of her stall, she found that there was a circular opening at about waist height that was big enough for her head to go through. Melanie then got back down onto all fours and felt out the ground, again noting the placement of her new bed and plumbing. After making another circuit, she rolled into bed and quickly fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

Sometime later, she was woken up by the handlers who led her out by a leash. Melanie was taken to the blacksmither who removed her collar and cuffs before fitting her with a hardened leather collar that attached to her hood a lot better than her old collar did. It felt odd to have the heavy metal off of her neck and wrists after having them on for months now. She found herself rubbing her wrists and neck to verify that they were gone as she'd gotten used to the added weight after all of this time. Melanie was so lost in her thoughts over the loss of those symbols of her servitude that she wasn't paying attention to where she was being led to next. Her handler had brought her into a different building that wasn't the barn. "Sit here," he told her. "Stick your bottom out first and lower yourself down gently. You'll be sitting on a large phallus," he said with a tone of caution.

"Yes, Master," Melanie said, doing as she was told. Sure enough, she felt the pointed head of a polished dildo poking at her pussy as she slowly sat. With the help of the handler, she lowered herself down onto it until she was sitting flat on the chair with the dildo lodged deep up inside of her. She shuddered as a ripple of pleasure from being penetrated danced up her spine. Then she let out a tiny moan as she shifted to settle into the seat. The handler, in a surprisingly gentleman gesture, then helped her scoot forward to a table, instructing her to fold her hands in her lap and sit with her back straight. Melanie felt her handler's hands on her, directing her how she should exactly be. After a few adjustments, Melanie pictured herself looking like one out of ten perfect looking dolls with the rest of the team here. She could feel the proximity of two others to either side of her at the table.

"Perfect," the handler said, "I guess you can teach an old gal new tricks," he mused. "Unlike the other one across from you," he said with an angry tone. Now that he mentioned it, Melanie could hear Karina across from her and it sounded like she was having problems.

Once they had Karina under control, Melanie smelled the heavenly aroma of finely cooked food being brought in and set in front of her. Her stomach growled but she made no move to eat. This proved to be the correct choice to make as she didn't hear any of the other girls eating either... well, except for Karina who was chastised and spanked within seconds of fumbling for her silverware and plate. When she was settled down again, then the order to eat came from the handlers. Melanie felt around for her knife and fork, finding them on either side of her plate, and then used her utensils to locate the food on her plate. She found cooked carrots, green beans and a perfectly cooked steak. As much as she wanted to wolf the food down as she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, she took her time, figuring that they were being watched and evaluated. It was strange for her to eat dinner with a dildo shoved up into her pussy, but she got over it quickly. She savored every bite as it was the best meal she'd had in months. Melanie felt around the table for something to drink and found two glasses; one with water in it and the other with a sweet wine. She drank both down before the meal was over. The last thing that she was given to eat was a sliver of RadRoot in preparation of their clients that evening.

When they were done, she and the other girls were all taken to an adjoining room. Her hood was removed long enough for her to be cleaned and groomed from head to toe. Even her hair was shampooed and combed out by other female slaves while they were overseen by male handlers. Melanie felt like royalty as her nails were done, any and all body hair that had grown since the last time she'd been able to take care of it shaved off, and honest-to-god red lipstick for her lips. She did notice that Karina was fitted with an O-Ring gag while the rest of them were not. They were probably expecting her to put up a fuss for the clients tonight. Then her hood and collar were put back on and it was back to her stall. Melanie noticed that the barn seemed to sound different. It sounded more... muffled... subdued. When the stall door was closed behind her, she felt around and found out why. Instead of just the three-quarter walls that she'd saw when she'd first been brought in earlier today, heavy curtains had been lowered down from the ceiling. If the same was true for every stall, then that would dampen noises in here considerably. Feeling around more, she found the pulley ropes in each of the corners used to raise and lower them. Probably controlled by a single rope and pulley by the door. Clever. With the mystery solved, Melanie went to the middle of her stall to kneel on the carpet and patiently wait for her first client as she'd been instructed.