Part 14 The Pony Quarters, Jessica the Harem Slave
14. The Pony Quarters, Jessica the Harem Slave
(Rabbit Island by Aurelius, c. 2002)
The two men carried Jessica into an annex of the Lodge, where she was expecting
to be dumped in a cell at any moment. Horrific images of her week in the cells
flashed in her mind. Instead she found herself in what could have been a
doctor's surgery: Brilliant white tiled, sterile, well lit, and with a range of
medical equipment. They left her, still hog-tied and ballgagged, on an
examination table and walked out.
A busy click-clack of heels could be heard as woman strode purposefully into the
room. She was around forty-five years old, quite beautiful, her hair and makeup
immaculate in her crisp white surgical coat. Jessica started to interrogate the
woman:
"Uuuggghhh uughh uughh? uuugghhhh #%&*hhh eegghhhh???"
"Hold on a second, my dear, while I find the key to you ballgag. I can't
understand a word you are saying.", the woman said with a disarming and
sympathetic smile.
She had a key-ring with around a dozen keys on it. Eventually locating the right
key, she unlocked and unbuckled Jessica's ballgag. Her fingers reached into
Jessica's mouth and struggled to pull out the red ball.
"Oh Lord, that's a big ball. How did you manage to put up with that all day?"
Jessica adjusted her jaw to it's normal state while thinking of a suitable
reply.
"You must have noticed, I didn't have any choice but to manage! They forgot to
give me my own key...again!", was Jessica's sarcastic reply.
"Yes. I'm sorry my dear, that was a stupid remark I made. My name is Carole.
Would you like some water, Jessica?"
Jessica nodded, and opened her mouth wide as the woman squirted some water into
it from the usual squeezy bottle. The woman began to take control.
"I am going to prepare you for tonight's festivities. I promise that if you
cooperate with me, you will enjoy your reward. If you don't cooperate, then
that's fine too, I'll just send you to the cells. Do you understand?"
Jessica nodded again having relinquished her fight to the sympathetic Carole.
"Now let's see if I can get these leather cords undone. I'm hopeless at this
kind of thing. I think I'm supposed to start at the elbows...Ah yes, here's the
end of the cord."
To Jessica's relief and delight, Carole's firm tug on the cord released all the
tension in her bound-together elbows as the sprung apart. A minute later, with
no further knots to be untied Carole had removed all the leather cords from
Jessica's body. The feeling of relaxation as she straightened her legs out on
the table was an exquisite yet painful aching. These days, luxury for Jessica
meant merely having her hands in cuffs!
"Jessica dear, it's difficult for me to say this to you, but you're dirty and
you smell awful, so I am going to send you to the ponygirl quarters to get you
cleaned up."
Carole buzzed on her intercom and one of the men who had earlier carried Jessica
into the room, entered the room again.
"Erik, darling! Take off all bunny jessica's chains and escort her to the
ponygirl quarters. Inform them that she is to be thoroughly cleaned. Return her
to me in two hours."
The young man smiled politely at both the women. Moments later he had unlocked
Jessica's ever present handcuffs and her leather collar. Her hands hung
awkwardly at her sides and she felt a little strange after having her hand held
neatly behind her back for so long. What was she supposed to do with her hands?
There was no point in covering her pussy or breasts after all the time she spent
naked. For a moment she considered asking for the handcuffs to be replaced.
Luckily, Erik came to the rescue by bringing her wrists together behind her back
and tying a soft piece of rope around them. Jessica instantly felt comfortable.
He then moved in front of her with a folded black silk scarf and expertly tied a
blindfold. Then, taking her by the arm, he led her out of the doctor's room and
on to the next destination. Did she hear Carole correctly? They were going to
pony quarters?
Jessica expected to be walking outside into an awful paddock where the ponygirls
were no doubt already chained up in the straw for the night. She would probably
be subjected to high powered hose, jetting out freezing water at her. Yet it
didn't happen that way. Eric continued to lead her very gently through corridors
inside the building. Although blindfolded she could still feel marble floors or
rugs under her bare feet, so concluded that she must still be indoors. They
stopped walking, and Eric opened up a door to a room and prodded Jessica ahead
of him. She could sense instantly by smell and sound that the room had a warm
swimming pool in it.
Eric shouted something to the occupants. "Here she is, girls...I'll collect her
at seven."
Jessica stood, still tied and blindfolded, wondering when the blast of cold
water would hit her. The room went rather quiet for a few seconds. She felt a
woman's hands untying the rope from her wrists, then the blindfold was removed.
A naked, very well build young woman stood in front of her and smiling broadly.
She wasn't exactly pretty but had lovely thick long dark hair and looked vaguely
familiar.
"Hi Jessica, it me... Sandra... the ponygirl!... One of Ray's ponies!"
Having only ever seen Sandra in a working bridle and harness and with her hair
plaited and pinned up she wasn't sure what Sandra really looked like! Jessica
briefly cast her eyes down at her body. There were fresh indentations of the
harness still showing on her body and her pony piercings showed proudly.
Jessica stood in front of Sandra in awe. This was one of the ponies that had
carried five hog-tied bunnies and two men for more than five miles most of it at
trotting or running pace. She remembered her good manners...
"Thank you for the ride today, it was a very smooth journey."
"You're welcome, Jessica. It was hard work, but it felt good to be able to pull
a load like that. I know that Master Ray was satisfied with us.", Sandra said,
clearly very pleased with herself.
Jessica gazed around the room, trying to take it all in. It was part pool
complex, part living quarters, with comfortable chairs and a simple dining
table.
"Sandra. This place is rather nice, I had no idea you got this kind of treatment
when you weren't being a pony!"
"It's all for a good reason. The swimming helps us recover from the day out on
the trails. Look, there's Karita already in the swimming pool and in the jacuzzi
over there are Wendy and Tanya, Riccardo's ponies. The other four ponies had to
go back to collect the last of the rabbit hunters, so they won't be back for a
while."
Jessica was truly astonished that after the ponygirls finished their day they
came to a luxurious place like this. She joined Sandra in a quick shower before
jumping playfully hand-in-hand into the small swimming pool. The questions could
wait. Right now Jessica was enjoying her moment of luxury, stretching her arms,
loosening her shoulders and just swimming normally back and forth. Next came the
jacuzzi, with plenty of room for three of them. It was as pleasurable as it was
unexpected for Jessica.
"Do they let you use the pool often?", was Jessica's first obvious question.
Sandra laughed. "Jessica, this is our living quarters, including the pool.
Through that door is our dormitory. That door on the left is the tack room where
we maintain our equipment, and on the far side is the dining table and some
sofas where we relax."
Now Jessica had to reform all her opinions about the Island, confused by
people's behaviour and the various lifestyles that people had. Was this an
island of brutal treatment and female subservience and slavery as she first
thought, or was it a place of sensual pleasures and fulfillment? A place of
kindness or cruelty? Jessica knew she was a prisoner but her viewpoint could not
yet encompass the full complexity of the life on Rabbit Island.
Jessica's next pleasurable experience was having her hair washed with a gentle
shampoo, just the everyday type used by the ponygirls. Then a toothbrush,
although she was surprised that her teeth were relatively clean already.
Jessica dried herself with a large fluffy towel and rested naked on the
comfortable sofas with the off-duty ponygirls. She wasn't required back at the
doctors for another hour, and was soon asleep on the sofa. While jessica takes a
quick nap it gives the author a chance to explain more about the setup in the
ponygirl quarters:
This complex of the swimming pool and the other rooms was the ponygirls' whole
world when they were not in harness. There were no windows, although a skylight
about the swimming pool provided natural daylight.
The Masters of Rabbit Island had found the living arrangement an effective way
of insuring good pony performance. It was Master Alex they had to thank for the
idea. Prior to his taking charge of the Lodge, the ponies did indeed live in
stable block, chained into their stalls, unable to speak to each other because
of gags in their mouths. In those days the ponies were often subject to
illnesses and lacklustre performance and were simply miserable. Needless to say
their performance as working ponies was an embarrassment.
Master Alex had made his reputation as a world renowned psychologist. The topic
that most challenged him was how to make people happy, and content with their
existence, whatever form that might take. More specifically, it was how to
succeed in this with females that had been brought to the island against their
will. For the writer of many best-selling pop-psychology books such as 'Slaves
to Suburbia' and 'You call this Freedom?', the island gave him the most
delightful personal challenge. One that combined his great knowledge within the
field of psychology with his lifelong sexual predilection for female bondage and
submission.
In the ponygirl quarters the rewards for success and the punishment for failure
was made clear. If the ponygirls performed badly or had misbehaved during the
day the pony-driver would apply the lash to their hind quarters in an
appropriate manner before releasing them into the quarters. If they persisted in
performing badly they could lose their pony 'status'. A variety of unpleasant
options would then be considered by the 'Sentencing Committee'. Rehabilitation
was always their objective, but as a last resort there were always buyers
throughout the world that would gladly take failed ponygirls off their hands
forever.
With the new pony quarters and regime in place, performance improved
dramatically and pony failures had become very rare. The dilemma was that they
received so many 'offers that they couldn't refuse' for the best of the ponies.
Happily, the funds received from the ponygirl sales easily paid for the upkeep
of all the facilities, as well as the salaries of the pony-drivers, thus
justifying Master Alex's decision on economic grounds alone.
The ponygirls lived a very structured existence. If they performed their duties
correctly then life was quite pleasant (if one doesn't mind going to work in a
leather harness and with a bit between your teeth!) The evening routine was as
follows:
When the ponygirls returned back at the end of a working day, their driver would
take them into the tack room and remove their harnesses and reins, carefully
checking for any bruises and sore areas. His working day had now finished. He
had only to make sure that door was securely locked. The ponygirls would have to
help each other out of their bridles and then remove their own boots, then they
were free to relax in their quarters. Once undressed from their tack, they took
a quick shower and went straight into the swimming pool for a long relaxing
stretch. Twenty minutes in the jacuzzi usually followed their swimming. Relaxed
and unwound after the jacuzzi, they would either take a quick nap in the
dormitory before supper was served, or sit on the sofa and make a start on their
tack maintenance.
At least a couple of hours tack maintenance, polishing their harnesses, bridles,
and boots, was needed every night to keep their tack up to a high standard.
However, it was not so much of a chore considering it could be done in a
comfortable sofa chatting to the other ponygirls. They even had a small
collection of classical music CD's to play on the stereo equipment.
Their supper was the same food as the bunnies had although in larger portions.
Unlike the bunnies they could eat it with normal cutlery and seated at a table.
They slept in normal beds with good orthopaedic mattresses. However, handcuffs
and chains at each end of the bed ensured that they would remain fixed to their
beds during the night hours. Each of them was responsible for cuffing her own
wrists and ankles at nighttime. A two-way mirror along the side of the room
permitted the masters to monitor their security. The lights would remain on
until the night duty manager was sure that they were all secured then an
infrared camera linked to the control room with allow continuous monitoring.
In the morning the dormitory lights would go on, then a handcuff key fixed to a
long chain descended to within reach of each pair of cuffed hands. It was a
simple system harnessing a couple of long wooden polls to which the key chains
were attached. A standard domestic roller-blind motor was easily adapted to turn
the poles, causing the chain to unwind and lower the key. Therefore the
ponygirls could all be released from their beds with literally the flick of a
switch!
When the ponygirls rose they had to make sure they were ready for the
pony-driver's arrival. The ponygirl pair on the bunnies' breakfast run were the
first to make themselves ready. The routine was straightforward:
1) Ensure that her mane was neatly plaited and pinned to the top of her head.
2) Apply a sun-block moisturiser all over her body.
3) Put on her pony-boots. She would always take enough time to walk around in
them to ensure they were comfortably laced up.
4) Place a large red rubber ball in her mouth. It was not strapped on, she just
had to keep it in her mouth.
5) Stand in the middle of the room and put on handcuffs behind her back. The
handcuffs were fixed to the end of chains that dangled from the high ceiling to
waist height, so once the ponygirl had handcuffed herself she could do nothing
except stand and wait silently for her driver to arrive.
When the pony-driver opened the outside door he would expect to see his two
ponies ready for him in the fashion described. While they stood, thus secured,
he could easily fit their bridles, harnesses and reins.
The tack room was like the ponygirls' air-lock to the outside world. They only
ever went into the outside world through the tack room and fitted with some kind
of harness. It meant the process of being harnessed-up became associated with
the pleasure of being outdoors in the sunshine and fresh air. They felt a
physical need to be running and trotting because of their training and
conditioning. It was an addiction similar to that suffered by many compulsive
joggers.
The driver's task of fitting the harness, bridle and reins was pleasurable time
for the ponygirls, both for the anticipation of what was to come and also
because of the firm and caring handling of their driver as he bound them tightly
and attached the reins to their most intimate places. The drivers, being normal
guys, also enjoyed the intimate contact with their ponies at this time. A firm
rule forbidding sexual contact between them was a necessary expediency. The
pony-drivers and the ponies had a lot to lose if they were caught breaking the
rule.
The ponygirls' were trapped in this paradox: When they were inside they were
free and undisturbed, living pleasurably yet locked inside a their luxurious
prison cell. When they were on duty as ponygirls, they were outside in the fresh
air and able to enjoy running and visiting other parts of the island, yet they
were tightly harnessed, bitted so that couldn't speak. Freedom, it seems, is
relative and can take many forms.
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One of the ponygirls woke Jessica a few minutes before she was to be collected.
Jessica was feeling refreshed after her swim and sleep and was becoming used to
her hands not being handcuffed.
Erik came to collect Jessica just before 7pm. He blindfolded her and tied her
hands as before and they returned to the doctor's room.
"Welcome back, Jessica. I trust you had a good rest", Carole called out to the
still blindfolded Jessica entering the room. "Now we just want to get you
comfortable in the chair so we can make you look beautiful for this evening."
Jessica realised now that Carole the doctor was more likely just a beautician,
and with her were two young assistants that Jessica could hear but not see. They
were young, slim and beautiful with blonde hair prettily pinned up. They each
wore same style of white dress, which had a tight bodice giving a lovely support
and shape to medium sized breasts, creating an alluring shelf of soft breast out
the top of the dress. The bodice laced attractively at the back to give the
garment a corset-like shape.
The skirt of the dress worn by the blonde girls was made of a lightweight
multi-layered fabric and draped elegantly over their curvy hips and down to the
ankle. Each girl wore an inch wide, white leather collar that appeared seemless.
Their arms were bare except for similar white leather bands around each wrists.
It gave the girls a look of cool, sexy elegance.
Carole told Jessica that these girls were called 'pussies', named after the cute
house pets they resembled. With them today were pussy anna and pussy lisa. The
pussies were carefully selected for their role and only the most beautiful,
charming and submissive need apply. Pussies were always blonde (natural or
otherwise) and wore only white clothing, similar to the dresses they wore today.
Jessica was made to sit down in a chair, that was not unlike a hairdressers
chair. The cool shiny surface felt quite nice against her clean skin.
Immediately Carole fastened a strap across her, just under her breasts which
held her firmly in the chair, then another across her shins ensured that her
legs couldn't move. Carole asked Jessica to open her mouth and she obeyed, she
trusted the doctor, but was a little surprised to find a large piece of fabric
being pushed into it. By the time she managed to close her mouth the fabric was
fully inside her. A piece of surgical tape across her mouth kept it there.
It was only five minutes ago that Jessica was lounging around with the ponies,
and now she shocked to find herself blindfolded, gagged, hands tied and strapped
to a chair. Her earlier optimism had evaporated in an instant. She could feel
somebody toying with her nipples, rubbing something cool on them. Her nipples
were becoming erect and as impressive as ever.
"Very nice. You have beautiful breasts Jessica. Very round and firm", Carole
said sweetly. "I know you are a strong brave girl so I will tell you that I am
going to pierce your nipples. Just remember that thousands of young women pay to
have this done at their local mall every week so you've nothing to be scared
of."
"Ready?", she asked quietly. "Uh huh", came the gagged reply, and Jessica felt
soft female hands on her shoulders. She pulled on Jessica's nipple and firmly
pushed a piercing needle through the side of it.
There was no crying or struggling from Jessica. If somebody said she was brave,
then she would have to be brave. Her nipples hurt but it was really no worse
than having them clamped. Nipple rings were soon fitted and was accompanied by
the sound of a tinkling bell which was attached to each ring. Jessica's
blindfold and gag were removed and Carole lifted one of Jessica's breasts so she
could see what they had done to her. "Don't they look nice? Don't worry about
the blood, it will soon stop."
Jessica nodded in agreement. Yeah, kinda nice, she thought, trying not to look
too delighted. She'd always wanted her nipples pierced but was scared she would
have been considered a slut within her conservative social circle.
The two pussies started to work on Jessica's hair, giving it a good wash and
shampoo, followed by a trim. Carole took over the styling in the latter stages
with a little cutting, curling, a little red highlighting and crimping, and
proved herself to be an artist. The pussies applied a scarlet red varnish to
her finger and toe nails while Carole worked on her hair.
Jessica was stunned when they turned her chair around to look in the mirror. By
the time they had made up her face she looked beautiful and exotic with a
lustrous black shadowing around her eyes, trimmed and shaped eyebrows, and
glistening deep ruby red lips. It was not the caked-on face of a beauty pageant
but that a sensual womanly beauty. Jessica had never dreamt she could look like
this. The pussy-girls released all her bonds so that the preparation could
continue.
The next treat awaiting Jessica was held in Carole's hand: The ben-wah balls:
Three lacquered wooden balls threaded together on a thin cord, painted with
ornate and highly erotic designs.
"These were made in Japan in the nineteenth century", Carole informed her,
handling the balls with a curator's pride. She expertly inserted them into
Jessica with the latter's full cooperation. Jessica was familiar with the
extremely nice sensation they gave her. These ones felt even better than the
ones she had at home!
They dressed Jessica in a garment that could be described as a harem slave's
outfit. It was a deep translucent red, and had artistic designs in golden thread
running over it. The top part finished in a golden, tasseled fringe beneath her
breasts. Long billowing sleeves went all the way down to each wrists where they
were tied with a little red ribbon. A red quarter cup bra gave a flattering lift
to her breasts, but didn't come close to obscuring her nipples, which along with
the little bells, could be seen and heard through the fabric.l
Jessica's smooth belly was left bare except for a ruby fixed into her navel.
The long pants of her harem slave costume billowed exotically down to her feet
where the material was again gathered by a red ribbon at the ankles. The
waistband of the pants was made of a beautiful wide brocade that fit very well
on her hips then swooped at the front to just about her pubic hair, leaving
Jessica's belly exposed from there to just under her breasts. A thin belt-type
strap hung down the front and back of the brocade inside the fabric. Carole
slipped the first strap through the buckle of the rear strap and secured it
snuggly against Jessica's vulva. "We wouldn't want those precious ben-wah balls
to fall out would we?". Jessica nodded.
The pussy girls were busy fitting a delicate chain arrangement on Jessica's
feet. Each of her toes had a little ring on it, connected by a chain to another
around her ankle. It tickled, but felt and looked exotically lovely.
An engraved gold plated collar was put around her neck. She heard a delicate
click as the two parts met. The only protrusion of the collar was a solid D ring
which would be used later.
A delicate veil arrangement was placed on her head which covered her face below
her exotic dark eyes. The fabric was the same translucent red and gold as the
other garments so her luscious lips could still be detected beneath it.
Finally, her hands were cuffed in front with a one foot length of chain between
them. In turn this was attached to a loose prisoner's belly-chain that barely
hung on her hips. Chains on her ankles were attached likewise.
When Jessica looked in the mirror she felt like she was looking at another
woman, from a different world in a different century. She was almost seduced by
her own reflection. Jessica also caught the reflections of her three dressers
all beaming with pride and admiration. The pussies then sprayed her with a
delicate mist of the finest perfume she would ever know.
It was hard to believe that she was the same muddy, hog-tied wild animal that
had been dumped in the room a few hours earlier.
"It's time to go to the ball, Jessica.", said Carole, smiling proudly.
End of chapter 14
to be continued...
