Pony Slaves for Sale Pt. 03

Margaret Peters stood in the dock next to her lover James Arthur both wore simple cotton shifts under which they were butt naked. The court proceedings were a mere formality as the accused were now considered guilty until proven innocent. The jury were watching the CCTV of the pair screwing the brains out of each other. It seemed that Richard Peters had been informed of their duplicity he'd secretly had cameras installed in every room of his magnificent house.

"Shame on them. How disgusting. Animals behave better than them," all uttered at various times by the jury.

"That I think is all the evidence. Do the members of the jury agree that there is only one verdict I can deliver?" the judge asked, the jury murmured amongst themselves then the foreman stood.

"Your Honour, the weight of evidence is too heavily against them, they are guilty."

Margaret started crying why, oh, why had she allowed James to tempt her. James paled he'd screwed all his other friends' wives and now he would suffer for it, he could see that in Richard's eyes. He'd made all his friends think that he was loyal to them he didn't have one ounce of loyalty to them they to him were just dupes.

"Margaret Peters stop that idiotic squawking you brought this on yourself. You have both proved to be totally dishonest. James Arthur you are without doubt the most heinous of monsters except for those who offend against children. You were supposed to be Mister Peters friend instead you and Margaret Peters have proved how treacherous you really are. I think I can imagine that slavery for you will be as painful as possible without of course killing you." The guards removed the shifts covering them bring jeers from the court spectators.

"Mister Peters are there any special instructions you want to start their punishment?"

"Yes, Your Honour, I'd like them to be transported to Mistress Sabrina's Slave Training Farm. She has agreed to change them into milk cows. Everything will be done with as much pain as possible."

Oh, God James thought I've seen milk cows having their udders and genitalia whipped. He remembered the feeling of arousal he'd felt watching it he just never thought he'd have it done to him. The judge ordered them taken down, guards hustled them down stairs where they put them into the most stringent bondage now every step they took was agony. Leashes were attached to their collars and labels were attached to their nipples proclaiming them to be convicted adulterers, a guard led them out of the Old Bailey heading for Mistress Sabrina's Induction Centre while another guard brutally whipped them. Passers-by jeered at them as they passed an hour of hellish pain later they arrived at the Induction Centre.

"Ah, yes, we've been expecting these two low-life's. Follow me," the guards forced Margaret and James to their knees. "Crawl you cow sluts," the whips rose and fell once more on their unprotected backs as they followed the receptionist out to the back of the warehouse where a long box waited. "Get in the box sluts," they had no choice they got in lying face up they screamed the box was electrified the lid was closed muffling their screams.

Despite the law on slavery some still gave their bodies up to willingly submit to a live of slavery, some even wanted to be ponies and cows they all occupied the other boxes on the truck. The guards helped load the box containing Margaret and James on to it. They smiled hearing the other slaves screaming.

"Seems they've got company?"

"With one major difference, they willingly submitted to the pain and degradation of slavery. They'll be sold after they've gone through training and alteration. These two," the receptionist patted the box containing Margaret and James, "Mister Peters will use as his own private dairy herd."

"What even ..."

"Yes, Bull semen makes a good drink. I've got a bull myself at my flat chained in the closet. He was convicted of theft."

The court's guards left as the truck drove off and the receptionist went back to wait for more buyers and sellers or even those who wanted to submit to pain and torture. The bell rang as the door opened she looked up seeing the young man standing there.

"What can I do for you?"

"Miss, I'd like to have someone use my body in any way possible."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, Miss," the boy said as he produced his identity card. The receptionist pressed a button on her desk and a guard came out. "Strip worm, your ass is ours now," the boy obeyed handing everything to the guard who now closed a metal collar round the boy's neck. They now made him sign a form effectively making him forever a slave. "Take him inside he can join the other initiates," the guard shoved the boy ahead of her.

"Get in there, slut. I'm going to make you regret you were ever born. Well I see that," she tapped his rapidly rising cock with her cane, "likes you being treated like the slut you are," she led they into the room where other slaves were chained spread between pillars so that their flesh didn't touch floor, ceiling or pillar. "This slut is Tom, he just volunteered." The guard took him to the only free space, his wrists were manacled to chains from the top of the pillar and he was hoisted until he screamed as the pain in he felt as if his arms were being torn out. Then he screamed again when they grabbed his legs and yanked them apart. The guards now took floggers each stood in front of one of the new slaves and started to flog their genitalia this went on for three hours while the slaves screamed. All the slaves' male and female were moaning and gasping their arousal.

"Any of you regretting coming here?" the head guard asked, one or two did but at the same time they knew they wanted this to happen. The head guard had Tom lowered to the ground. "I didn't see you nod do you regret it?" Tom knew better than to speak without permission, he shook his head he wanted everything they could give him. He lay looking up at her as she lifted her skirt and lowered her naked pussy onto his waiting mouth his nose went up into her rectum. "Get that tongue busy lick my hole out," desperate to breathe Tom started licking her from hole to clit. She came suddenly covering his face in her cunt juices. She rose and had them lift him back into place, tears sprang from his eyes.

"He's a good little cunt licker, maybe that's what Mistress Sabrina will turn him into a living bidet. Get their tails," the guards produced the goads and thrust them up their rectums and switched them on they screamed.

Meanwhile the truck had made good time and arrived at the mansion early in the evening the boxes were unloaded the guards laughing as they heard the screams coming from the slaves. The boxes were carried inside, Mistress Sabrina watched as the slaves were freed from the confining boxes. The last box contained Margaret and James, she stood watching their faces contort as the pain washed over them.

"Ah, the adulterers, we'll teach your tits to give milk on demand. The vet will enlarge those melons to 100JJJJ," Margaret paled tears running down her face. "I don't know what your smiling at you slut," Mistress Sabrina said as she slapped James rocking his head back. "You're going to sprout 100JJJJ tits too and they'll be taught to give milk."

"No! Please don't do that!"

"If you speak without permission again I'll have the vet make sure you're voice box can only utter mooing sounds. As he spoke give them both an hour on the phallic chairs," the guards smiled they remembered Tit-face and Pee-pee using them. They struggled as the guards dragged them to the chairs knowing that this was going to hurt. They were soon forced down and manacled to the chairs. Then came the worst pain they'd ever felt as the chairs were switched on. They screamed and later they sagged in their bonds as the guards dragged them from the chairs to the vets.

"Right the woman first."

"Margaret Peters, convicted of adultery. She's to become a Milk Cow. Her former husband wants her to have 100JJJJ breasts. Which through pain we'll teach to give milk constantly,"

"From now on she'll answer to the name MEG. Get on the table Meg," at first she was reluctant until the first blow of the whip hit James' right ass cheek then her left ass cheek. "Every time you disobey he gets one lash of the whip and you the next. That will happen in reverse if he disobeys. NOW GET ON THE TABLE!!"

Meg scrambled up and lay down the guards chained her down, while the vet injected her breasts with local anaesthetic. Meg watched horrified at was happening as the vet cut into her and inserted the implants. Meg sobbed as he stitched the wounds closed.

"Get over there," the vet pointed to guard who held a piercing gun. The guard smiled maliciously as she fired the gun through Meg's septum before inserting a heavy iron ring in the hole it was so large it hung halfway down her elegant neck. Next her nipples received the same treatment she cried as another ring went into her clitoris. A chain led from her nose ring to her nipple rings lifting her breasts up. She could make a choice suffer the pain of her stretched breasts or look at the floor the way a slave should.

She looked to the table as she heard James bellowing the pain of his humiliation as the vet altered his breasts. "Right both done, get over there, Sis," James wisely obeyed realising that he'd just had his name changed to the worst name possible. Now he went through the same procedure with rings in his nose, nipples and cock. Again, a chain lifted his tits up to his nose. They sobbed as a leash was attached to their nose ring and they were led off to the cow barn.

"These tubes provide you with liquid food and water I suggest you use them. You start training two weeks from now."

Both started to suckle at the tubes, still sobbing as the guards chained their ankles to the floor and their wrists up to the ceiling. The guards now left closing them in the darkness of their stall. The pain of humiliation seared into their brains. They heard the other cows as they mooed while tit pumps milked their permanently lactating breasts.

The guards came back for them a fortnight later they dragged them out to stand chained between two pillars. They thrust goads, disguised as cow tails, up into their rectums. They really screamed as the guards switched the goads on. "Your owner wants you to suffer while you serve him," next the guards whipped their breasts repeatedly. "We're going to whip both of you until you start giving milk constantly."

Three months later their breasts couldn't stop oozing milk, the guards smiled. "Now you cows will suffer breast beatings at the whim of your owner. He's coming to inspect you, tomorrow." The guards started to caress their genitals, the two slaves went into a fog of desire despite the painful shocks from their tails. James suddenly realising that all along he'd hoped someone would catch him so they could control his every waking moment. He saw desire in Meg's eyes and knew she felt the same.

The next day Richard Peters came to see his new slaves, their conviction had automatically granted him a divorce and control of all Meg's money and possessions. He had two slaves with him one he had sold to Mistress Sabrina and was now to be forced into the position of Milk Cow the other was Fliss who bounded around the barn making barking noises. Richard caressed both Meg and James running his hand over their stomachs. "I've had a cow barn built just to house you two. Your milk will be whipped out of your breasts every day I'll enjoy hearing you scream for me," both Meg and James moaned as his caressing made them feel even more aroused. He wiped James' milk into the palm of his hand holding it to James' mouth. "Drink it, slut." James fully aroused by this treatment licked his palm clean. "Get her on all fours like the cow she is."

The guards manhandled her roughly pushing her down to her hands and knees they pulled her hands between her legs and manacled them to her ankle fetters. "Sis will now take her ass," James was pushed to the floor behind her. Meg cried out as James thrust into her he cried out as his cock felt the shocks from her tail. Soon they were both frustrated as their arousal built hoping that Richard would allow them their release. "Get that cock out of her, Sis, spray her with your seed." James pulled out he held his cock as he let his seed jet up over Meg's back. "Have these two sluts crated and delivered at the end of the week."

Time meant nothing to James and Meg, one day was much like another filled with pain intermingled with feelings of arousal and a need to be abused in way their tormentors wanted. They looked forward to the day they'd offer their bodies to their master. Each imagined the pain they'd go through which made their arousal increase. Then the crate appeared James trembled with excitement as they freed them from the chains holding them to the pillars. They moved Meg's tail to one side and made James thrust up into Meg's rectum and turned the voltage on both tails up they screamed. The guards laughing made them move together to step in and lie down. The lid was nailed down plunging them into darkness. The crate was now loaded onto a dolly and carried out to a waiting truck.