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NICOLE; JOUNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell


CHAPTER 9
THE COUNTRY ESTATE

CHAPTER 13

FINISHED

slut was overwhelmed by the distress she felt in the absurd dichotomy playing
out before her. On the left of her, she could see the bloodied, beaten, and
broken body of whore hanging from the rusty spikes in her wrists and feet. But,
if she turned the other direction, she saw the guests, under the inviting shade
of the tent, enjoying cool drinks and food. Some watching the girl dying on the
cross, and some engaged in pleasant conversation. When she turned to face the
cross, she could hear whore moan as she struggled to pull herself up on the
spikes and steal some labored breaths of air, before sinking back down in
exhaustion, supported solely by the spikes, when the strain in her aching
muscles overcame her. Facing the tent, slut could hear the sounds of people
laughing, silverware against china, and the pop of a cork when a bottle of wine
was decanted.

Occasionally, a few of the guests would leave the pleasant shade of the tent,
and come out to the cross for a closer inspection of the goings on. slut always
remained silent, and averted her eyes, even when the comments were especially
cruel or harsh. One guest laughed as he suggested that they take some still
photos of whore, and mail them to her ex-husband.

By 5:30, whore was past the point of being able to raise herself up for the
life sustaining breaths of air. The blood had stopped flowing from her wounds,
and her skin was severely sunburned. It was at this time that Mistress Ilsa came
out to the cross. "How is she, slut," Mistress asked?

"she is still alive, Mistress, but barely, it seems. she hasn't spoken, or
even moaned in quite some time."

"whore, can you her Me," Mistress asked? "Open your eyes for Me, I have
something I want you to see."

A good five seconds passed before slut observed a slight flutter in whore's
eyelids, and then the heavily swollen eyelids slowly parted.

"I am leaving now, whore. I am sure that you will not survive the night. But,
before I go, I have something for you." And saying that, Ilsa pulled a stiletto
out of Her shoulder bag, and flipping it out, She grabbed a fistful of slut's
hair, cut it off, and threw it to the ground at the foot of the cross.

"slut, you now belong to Me. I own you. you are aware that all of My slaves
must be free from all body hair, as a constant sign of My ownership of them. you
are to remain here at the cross until whore dies. And then, you may come back to
the house. Make sure that the next time I see you, there is no hair anywhere on
your body. Do I make myself clear enough for you, slut?"

"Yes, of course Mistress. As You wish."

"Good bye, whore, and thank you for your gift to Me. I shall never forget it.
I hope that your death is slow and painful." And with that, She turned and
joined the remaining guests, and walked back through the field towards Her
house, leaving slut alone with whore.

slut looked up at whore, but she could see that the slave had once again
passed out. So, she sat down with her back against the cross, and waited.

she had no idea how much time had passed after the sun had finally set. The
field was lit only by the stars in the cloudless sky and a crescent moon which
bathed the cross in an eerie light. The night air was cool, and the slight
breeze made slut shiver as it chilled her sunburned skin. she called up to
whore a few times, but never got a response. Finally, she gathered the courage
and reached up to touch whore. The skin was could and clammy, and she knew that
whore was no more.

"Good bye, whore," she whispered, as she turned and left.

After bathing and gently washing the sweat and dirt from her body, slut went
about the meticulous chore of shaving her head for the first time. she had done
it for whore on many occasions, but this was the first time on her own head. she
made a point of going slowly in order to avoid nicking the skin. When she had
finished with her preparations, she glanced in the mirror and gazed at her
reflection. The transformation was startling. her skin was smooth and shining
from head to tow. The rings in her pierced nose, nipples, labia and clitoris
were all the more prominent now, as were the scars on her breasts.
It didn't take slut long to fall into the routine that once had been the
purview of whore. she slept on the floor at the foot of Mistress' bed, drew Her
bath water, combed Her beautiful tresses, and waited on Her every need. In
short, it was slut's task to see that her Mistress wanted for nothing.

It was Friday, the week after whore's crucifixion. slut was in the kitchen
polishing Ilsa's thigh high black leather boots. The front doorbell rang, and
she rose to answer it. Upon opening the door, she saw that it was Elaine and Tom
O'Shea. Elaine had been slut's neighbor when she was growing up. In fact, Elaine
had been her baby sitter.

"Is Mistress Ilsa at home," Tom inquired?

slut knew that she had not been recognized by the couple. her shaved head
probably had a lot to do with it. she wasn't sure if she should acknowledge that
she knew them, so she just replied, "Yes, She is here. Please come in and have a
seat in the living room, and I will go and tell Her you have arrived."

Ilsa was sunbathing in the back of the house, nude, when slut approached.
"Mistress, Tome and Elaine O'Shea are her to see You. They didn't seem to
recognize me, and I wasn't sure what to do in that situation."

Did yo say anything to them by way of saying who you are?"

"No, Mistress. I just invited them into Your living room while I went to find
You."

"Very good, slave. That's exactly what you are to do. you are never to let it
be known that you recognize anyone, as it could prove to be an embarrassment for
them. If they indicate that they know you, that's perfectly fine, but you are
never to approach anyone. You are My slave, and that is all. Now, give Me My
robe and we'll go and meet our guests. They are here for a very special reason."

Both Elaine and Tom couldn't get over the complete transformation they saw in
slut. After a good laugh over their inability to recognize Elaine's old
neighbor, Elaine said, "she is far more fetching shave, Ilsa. A true slave in
all respects."

"she belongs to Me now, Elaine. Campbell signed her ownership papers over to
Me last week at the event. she has much to learn, but she does seem capable of
being trained. Underneath that haughty facade lies a true submissive, why, I
even made her nail whore to the cross."

"I really wish I could have been here to see that, Ilsa," Elaine remarked.
"I'm sorry we were unable to attend the event. I heard it was spectacular
though. But, at least we can be a part of the final details."

"Well, I'm pleased you two could be here for the end as well, Elaine. We did
record the weekend on tape. We'll take the time to look it over later this
weekend, I'm sure. But, we should get started now, and then we'll have the whole
evening before us to play with slut.

"slut, go out to the shed and get the wagon. Bring a shovel, pliers, and a
sledge hammer as well. Meet us behind the house."

"Yes, Mistress."

slut got all of the things her Mistress desired, and placing them in the
wagon, she pulled it to the back of the house. Mistress and her two friends got
into the wagon, and with a flick of a riding crop, she began the arduous task of
pulling the wagon out to the field.

"Have you given anymore thought to ponygirl trained for nicole, I mean slut,
Ilsa," Elaine asked? she has the perfect body for it. Just look at how her long
flanks glisten with her sweat. I'll train her for You, if You wish. I'll have
her prancing around for You before we leave Sunday"

"You might be right, Elaine. I would like to enter a slave in the races next
month. See what you can do with her this weekend, and then we'll see."

When they reached the field, slut was totally unprepared for what she saw.
whore's body or, more accurately, what was left of whore's body, still hung from
the cross. Birds had pecked out her eyes. Maggots wriggled in all of the
lacerations and cuts, and animals had been feasting on the rotting flesh, that
had once been whore.

"Tom, would you be so kind as to help slut pull the cross out of the ground?
I'm sure she lacks the strength for it."

"Sure, Ilsa. No problem."

It took everything slut had to keep from retching from the ghastly
combination of the sight and smell of whore'' corpse. Once they had gotten the
cross out of the hole, they laid it on the ground. Ilsa instructed slut to get
the spikes out of whore's wrists and feet. Getting them off was easy, as the
decayed flesh all but fell off the spikes. "I want to save those spikes,"
Mistress announced. "Tom, can you get them out of the wood?"

"I'll get them for you, Ilsa," Tom said.

He had to knock them back and forth with the sledge hammer a few times to
loosen them enough so her could pull them out with the pliers. "slut, I want you
to dig her grave, starting with the hole where her cross stood. I want her
buried where she was crucified for Me."

It took slut almost an hour and a half to dig the grave. Tom pitched in at
the end, as slut couldn't throw the dirt high enough to clear the side of the
grave. When the grave had been dug, Ilsa ordered, "dump her in the ground and
then cover her up, slut. We'll walk back to the house. When you're through,
bring everything back to the shed and then get cleaned up. I want you
presentable. Tom and Elaine wish to play with you tonight."



NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By: Charles E. Campbell

Chapter 14

SLUT - THE PONYGIRL

slut awoke slowly from her dreamless sleep. Stirring gently, she glanced over
at the clock on the night table and was startled to see that it was 10:30, a
full three hours later than her required rising time of 7:30. Mistress Ilsa was
still in bed next to her, engaged in a lengthy novel. "So," Ilsa remarked,
"you've finally decided to start the day. I turned the alarm off, as I thought
the extra rest might do you some good. I'm sure Tom and Elaine kept you busy
last night. Come around the bed and let Me see."

"Yes, of course, Mistress," slut replied, climbing out of the bed. she
approached her Mistress, and turned to show her badly beaten backside, which had
turned dark crimson and purple overnight. Multiple welts from a cane, blood
blisters, and black and blue contusions covered the entire area.

"I see the O'Shea's haven't lost their attraction to a well rounded ass like
yours. Did they use you as well, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, they.."

"Wait a minute and let Me fill in the gaps. Correct Me if I am wrong, slut.
Tom took you in the ass, while you were on all fours licking Elaine's asshole?"

"Why yes, Mistress,....how did You know?"

"They are nothing if not predictable. Ironic too. Tom's biggest turn-on is
anal sex. Nothing gets him off like it. Elaine, however, likes to see him
engaged in it, but she steadfastly refuses to allow him access to her that way.
She, on the other hand, loves the sensation of a hot tongue probing into her
tight little bud. But Tom can't bring himself to accommodate her. So whenever an
opportunity like you comes along, they always do the same thing. Now, come
worship My divine pussy, and then we'll join our guests for brunch."

Slut knelt at the side of the bed and pulled back the covers, exposing her
Mistress' exquisite body. She always gazed in amazement at the condition
Mistress had kept Herself in. She was, after all, somewhere in Her late fifties,
but easily passed for someone in Her early forties. Her breasts, though small,
were firm and didn't droop or sag. Her tanned taut legs were smooth and golden
in hue, with no traces of varicose veins. Her neatly trimmed pubic mound,
another one of slut's new chores, was dark brown with no gray. slut gently
parted the pouting lips and began the loving task of pleasuring her Mistress.

It wasn't very long before Ilsa was clutching slut's head tightly with Her
thighs and pulling her head harder into Her slit. A violent shudder coursed
through Her as the waves of orgasm took control of Her body. When the last
tremors at last had subsided, Ilsa announced, "Come, let's find our guests and
have something to eat."

They found the O'Sheas in the den, watching the video of the event. They had
reached the scourging. slut turned her head to avoid re-living the heinous
whipping. "Good morning," Ilsa called out.

"Good morning, Ilsa," Elaine said. "We're just watching the event. This was
really so well done. whore truly did far better than I could have imagined. She
really did well for You."

"Yes, she was beyond all expectations," Ilsa said, as she lead Tom and Elaine
into the dining room. "I'm still so taken by her thoughtful act of giving her
death to Me."

As the meal was served, Elaine said, " So Ilsa, have You given any more
thought to my idea of a little pony training for slut? she has the perfect body
for it, and she studied ballet when she was young, so the shoes will come more
naturally for her. You always enjoy attending the races each year, I think it
would be even more fun if You had a ponygirl of Your own entered."

"I think I would like to see how she does, Elaine. I wasn't too sure before,
but I agree with you that she does have those long muscled legs and the rounded
buttocks the judges look for. I do think, however, that maybe the two of you
might need to go a bit easier with the cane and paddle on her ass. It looks like
a rainbow, and that would cost us points.!"

Laughing, Elaine said, "We did have a lot of fun last night, Ilsa, thank You.
Of course we would want her backside unmarked for the races, but they're a full
three months away until the one in California, so the occasional caning or
paddling will not be a problem.

"slut! Crawl out to the den and bring me back the black gym bag with your
mouth."

"Yes, ma'am," slut answered, as she crawled across the hardwood floor to get
the bag. The slave found herself wondering what is might contain, as she felt
the weight of it in her mouth when she lifted it from the floor. She crawled
back to the dining room and, setting the bag on the floor at Elaine's feet, she
awaited her next orders. The wait wasn't long, as Elaine grabbed the handles of
the bag and unzipped it. She pulled a plastic box out and lifted the lid.

"Open your mouth, slut," Elaine ordered. She took a bright chrome plated bit
out of the box and pushed it to the back of the slave's mouth, forcing her
tongue down. She buckled it snuggly in the back of slut's head. "Now, stand up
and turn arounbd. Hands behind your back!"

The slave did as she was bade, so she didn't see the long black suede double
glove that Elaine had unfolded from the gym bag. Elaine slipped the glove up
both of slut's arms, way above the elbows, and fastened the harness under her
armpits and around her shoulders. She then pulled on the laces, binding the
wrists, arms and elbows together, which forced slut's breasts to jut out
prominently.

"I think these shows will do for today, Ilsa. If not, I can order a different
size for her.

"Sit, slut!"

slut sat and watched as Elaine bent down and slipped on a pair of 6" spiked
boots that were mid-calf in height. "I'd really like to try to get her into the
7" inch boots, Ilsa, but these will do for training.

"Tom, watch that she doesn't fall over. Slut, stand up and bend over." Tom
steadied slut's shoulders while she bent at the waist and Elaine shoved a small
ungreased butt plug up her ass with 24 inches of horse hair attached to it like
a tail.

"Now, stand up straight, shoulders back. Stick those tits out!" slut stood
and felt the horse hair was it brushed the inside of her thighs. she found it
precarious trying to stand as the 6 inch heels pushed her forward, and the glove
pulled her back. But she managed to get her shoulders back and her breasts
pointing out.

"This wouldn't be her show costume, of course. Lots more finery will adorn
her; plumes, bells, bright chains, and more. I still think the effect on her is
pretty dramatic, even if it's just for training, don't You, Ilsa?"

"I must say I am very Impressed and agree with you completely, Elaine. I
think you're on to something! Why don't you take her outside and see how she
takes to the exercises?"

"I'll do that, Ilsa, but first let's see how natural her step is.

"slut," Elaine said as she held the slave with both hands on the bit,
"whenever you are dressed like this, you will always walk with a special gait.
you must lift your leg so that the thigh is parallel to the ground. The toe of
your shoe is to point down to the ground. When you place your foot back on the
ground, it must be placed directly in front of the other foot. Not too far in
front, and never along side. The opposite leg then must be lifted with a
definite snap and repeat the process. Have I made myself clear to you?"

"Yes ma'am, I'll try," slut mumbled through the bit, drool leaking over her
lips.

"Good then, show us your step. Lift that foot up. That's it. Leg parallel,
toe pointed. Hold it. Hold it. Fine, now place it down in front of the other
foot. Good, Snap the leg up. Up. Higher. Higher. Point your toe! Hold it. Good.
Now put it down. That's fine.

"Ilsa, I'm going to take her out in the drive and see how she does. Her step
looks good to me. Natural, graceful, and precise. I don't think she should pull
a cart or chariot. I want her step and stride to be a racer. I'll put her
through some paces and then we'll see what You think."

A light flick of the rising crop on slut's flanks made her lift her leg and
begin the deliberate stride, taking her outside with Elaine.



NICOLE: JOUNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 15

PONY TRAINING

Elaine put slut through the preliminary paces of pony training for a solid
three hours. Each and every command was accented and punctuated by a crisply
placed snap of Elaine's buggy whip. "Stick you tits out!" A flick on the upper
arm. "Shoulders back!" A swish on the shoulder blades. "Head Up! Keep you head
Up!" A quick little wrap around to the front of the breasts. "Lift your leg up!
Thigh parallel to the ground. Point your toes!" A sharp bite to the outside of
the thigh. And so it went, as Elaine meticulously shaped the young sub into an
equestrian slave girl.

When she had had enough, Elaine said, "nicole, I want you to go to your room
and take a nice long shower. Take your time. I'll come up to your room in an
hour or so and help prepare you for Mistress Ilsa to see. You've made a lot of
progress in a very short time, and I want her to see it. I'm hoping she will let
me continue to train you for pony girl shows and competitions. Now go and get
cleaned up."

"Yes, Ma'am," slut answered.

slut took her time showering and shaving. She even had time to repaint her
finger nails and toes. As she was finishing the second coat of polish on her
toes, the bedroom door opened in Elaine walked it. "All cleaned up I see. Very
good. Now, before we get you ready, I want you to eat out my asshole."

"Yes, Ma'am," slut replied. Elaine laid back on the bed and waited while slut
undid her jodhpurs. she slid the boots off Elaine's feet, and removed the riding
pants, exposing the tight little bud. Quickly she laid down between the creamy
thighs and began to lick the puckered hole, gradually pushing her tongue further
and further into it's pungent recesses. Elaine was slowly writing on the bed as
the waves of pleasure took hold of her.

"Eat my ass, cunt! Lick me clean!" slut continued with her probing tongue until
Elaine let out a partially stifled scream in release.

When she had stopped shuddering and had regained her composure, Elaine said,
" In my bag is a bottle of oil, put it on, all over your body, head to toes."
She watched as slut rubbed the glistening oil all over herself. When she had
completed the task, Elaine said, "Put the horse tail back into your ass and then
I'll help get you into your tack."

Slut picked up the but plug with the horse hair and carefully inserted the
dry tip into her ass. Then Elaine came forward with the bridle and bit, reins
and single glove and began to get the slave ready. It took a good ten minutes to
get slut made up properly. When they were through, Elaine picked up the reins
and lead the pony over to the mirro so she could see the transformation for
herself. "nicole, the most important thing you need to remember when I show you
off to Ilsa is that you must stand tall and proud. Poise and pride are the
singular most important attitudes you must exude. How you stand, how you hold
your head, the tilt of your head, a slight defiant glint in the eye all go a
long way to the presence you are trying to have. I am making myself clear to
you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll try hard."

"I'm sure you will, nicole. Now, let's go show your Mistress what a well
behaved pony girl you can be."

Elaine lead the pony girl down the back stairs, into the kitchen and out the
back door. "Mistress Ilsa is waiting for us on the front porch. We're going to
walk around the house so she can see you prance as you near her. Remember to
lift your legs and point your toes. Now, giddyap!" And a quick flick of the
buggy whip on slut's buttocks brought the deliberate high knee lift, pointed toe
step Elaine desired.

As they rounded the corner of the house, slut could see her Mistress and Tom
sitting on the porch swing watching their approach. When they stood before her,
Elaine gave a quick tug on the reins, pulling the bit deeper into sluts' mouth,
and she said, "Whoa!"

"Her she is, Ilsa, as promised. I'm going to run her through a short routine
for You. Please keep in mind that this represents only one training session. I
think, however, that it will demonstrate her innate talents.

"slut, show your Mistress your step!" slut lifted her right leg in a clean
smooth motion, bringing her leg up parallel with the ground and her toes
pointing straight down. she held that position until Elaine commanded her to
lift the other leg. This drill went on for a few minutes. Then Elaine had her
show the two gaits she had learned, pacing and trotting. Then she even had the
pony girl demonstrate rudimentary jumping. When the exhibition was completed,
about fifteen minutes had elapsed.

" Elaine, tether her to the porch and then come up here so we can talk>"

Elaine tied slut to the railing and sat in a wicker chair next to Ilsa "So,
tell me what you think, Ilsa."

"I think you're right, Elaine. she has shown a lot of potential today. What do
you propose?"

"What I'd like to do, Ilsa, is spend this week here with you, training her every
day. Rigorous sessions, three a day, three hours. There is a very small show
this weekend up in New Hampshire. Mostly farm contests, draft horses, pulling
contests, wagons and the like. A few dressage ponies will be there. It wouldn't
count towards any standings, but it might be the perfect exposure for her. Tom
could go back to the city and get the equipment we'd need. I think we could all
have a little fun up there."

"Sounds like a good plan Elaine."

"Tom, I'll write you a list of things we'll need. You can get them at Mickie's
Tack in the West Village, and bring everything up Thursday night so we can make
any adjustments before we head up to the farm on Friday."

"That's fine, Elaine. I can scoot out of work Thursday afternoon and be here for
dinner. I'll swing by the tack shop Tuesday evening. I'll call you and let you
know how it went."

That evening, Elaine sat with Ilsa and Tom and compiled a list of various items
they would need for the horse show next weekend. slut spent the time on her
knees, orally servicing each of them, one after the other.



NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 16

EQUESTRIAN WEEKEND

For slut, the next week was a continuous and relentless blur of training. Up
each day at 6:00AM, in her tack and training by 7:00, a break at 10:00, back
into the regimen at 1:00, break at 4:00, and then a last session at 6:30 that
would end around 9:00. The 5 inch heels no longer threw her off balance, and she
had mastered the high legged step. Placing one foot in front of the other,
exactly 4 inches in front took a few days, but she now was able to do it in
blinders. Jumping was her biggest challenge, only able to consistently clear 16
inches in a bound. Elaine knew this would not be enough to even qualify her in a
race, so she spent more time with the exacting paces of dressage instead.
Backing up, positioning of the head, back straight and stiff, , shoulders pulled
back, breasts thrust forward, deliberate accents to the step, all of these
traits were becoming second nature.

Tom had called Tuesday night and reported that he was able to procure
everything on Elaine's list from the human tack shop in the west village. He
said he hoped to be joining them all Thursday night by 8:00. Being out in the
sun for so long every day was giving slut a deep tan. Elaine had stopped
whipping her ass, and the welts were slowly fading, although some of the meaner
ones were still a strong shade of purple. Ilsa and Elaine were pleased with the
rapid progress slut was making in her pony training.

Thursday was a nasty day, gusting winds and a driving rain, but Elaine still
had slut outside going through the drills. In fact, it seemed that she pushed
the slave even harder in the miserable weather. They held dinner that night
until Tom arrived, packages in hand. After the meal, they gathered in the den to
see all the new toys.

"slut, come here," Elaine ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Ilsa, Tom brought a few different items for us to try, he can always return
them if they don't suit Your taste." Elaine then set about dressing the pony
girl up in her complete costume. She began with a pair of Victorian era shoes,
black leather, 6 inch heels, harshly pointed toes, with buttons for fasteners.
They were mid-calf in length. Slut could feel the added strain of the extra inch
of heel. Next came a new set of reins, bridle and bit, all in luxuriant leather,
with sterling silver hardware. A tall black plume was then fitted to the top of
the harness on her head. a new single glove was slipped over the waiting arms,
in a mauve suede with silver conchos. Elaine then fastened sterling silver bells
to the pierced nipples and clitoris.

"So, Ilsa, what do You think?"

"Remarkable, Elaine. Stunning!. I'm getting excited about the little show.
She looks every bit the part."

"I'm not going to ride her too hard tomorrow morning, Ilsa. Just a light
work-out, then after lunch, we can leave for the farm."

The next day, slut loaded the suitcases into the back of Mistress' Jaguar,
and stood back, as Tom, Elaine, and Ilsa got in. slut was wearing her red satin
lined black leather cape, and nothing else, as she drove the car out of the
drive and onto the road.

The trip was a solid 4 hours, as the farm was nestled in north central New
Hampshire. When they arrived, there was a short back-up of cars waiting to get
instructions on wear to park, what their accommodations were, and a schedule of
events. slut made two trips with the bags. First taking Tom and Elaine to their
room, and then Ilsa to hers. slut would be kept in the barn with the other
animals. The events Elaine had entered slut in didn't begin until 2:00 in the
afternoon on Saturday, so they had time to wander the grounds and see the other
entries.

slut was amazed at the varieties of animals she saw. One woman, who must have
weighed nearly 300 pounds, breasts drooping to her waist, as pulling a heavy ox
cart, loaded with cinder blocks and bricks. She hardly seemed to struggle
against the burden as she pulled it and her owner down a path. Pony boys were
prancing about, tight rings binding their balls and cocks, erections proudly
standing out straight. Teams of ponies pulling wagons or carts, sliding logs,
dragging sleds, were to be seen in every direction.

At 1:00 Saturday, Elaine dressed slut up as she had been Thursday night. And
with the silver bells ringing, she led the pony out of the paddock and into the
bright sunlight. When they got to the ring, slut looked out to see well over one
hundred spectators viewing the scene. Three more pony girls dressed like slut
joined them in the ring. An announcer introduced the ponies, their handlers, and
owners. Then, playing follow the leader, they all pranced around the circle,
strutting. After a few laps, they all peeled off, except one pony and her
handler, who remained in the ring.

"Watch how she holds herself, nicole. Her steps aren't as good as yours, but
her grace and poise are legendary. She's 56 years old, and has been doing this
for over thirty years! She has lost a lot of her step and moves, but the way she
carries herself make up for a lot of it."

slut watched as the aged pony went through her drill. Slow, carefully placed
steps. Back ramrod straight. Head held way up high. Shoulders pulled sharply
back, breasts thrust forward, as she balanced gracefully on the sharp spike
heels of her hip-high boots. The routine lasted about 20 minutes, and a standing
ovation was offered in respect for her showing.

The next pony up was a black brood mare, her ripe belly taut and lined with
stretch marks. Milk filled breasts engorged and nipples dark and distended, a
small trace of milk on each one. A flash of the riding crop brought her into
form, as she awkwardly pranced through her routine, breasts slapping against the
belly as the pace quickened. Sweating and out of breath when she was through,
her handler patted her down as they received their applause.

The third entry was a middle- aged woman, maybe 40, who had recently
undergone double radical mastectomies. The scar tissue was still a raw reddish
pink, shiny in the afternoon sun. Like slut, she also was shorn, but slut knew,
from the lack of any trace of hair, that this was do to chemotherapy, not a
razor. Her handler set a slow pace, not wishing to tire the sickly mare. They
kept their routine to under 5 minutes, and it was evident to all present that
that was all the pony had in her.

"We're next, nicole. Just try to relax and remember to keep the head up,
shoulders back, and tits forward. Ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Elaine gave slut a quick bite of the buggy whip on her flank and they began
the routine. slut kept her mind focused on her shoulders, head, and tits, while
maintaining the exaggeration of the steps, carefully placing each footstep
exactly 4 inches in front of the last. Light flicks of the whip changed her
pace, and quick tugs at the reins would change her direction. First straight,
then right, left, backwards, left again, in tight circles she paced, the bells
in her nipples and clit brightly ringing throughout it all. And then, it was
over. Slut was still concentrating on her posture, so she missed a good deal of
the applause. They other three ponies joined them once again in the ring for
one last parade around the ring, then the four animals were tethered to a post
as the judges made their calculations.

"In the dressage event," the announcer proclaimed, "we have a new winner this
year. slut, a new foal out of Connecticut, owned by Mistress Ilsa and shown by
Elaine O'Shea has taken the blue ribbon. Second place goes to Princess Darby,
and third place to Malcontent."

Elaine hugged slut as she heard the good news. Tom and Ilsa left the stands
and came out to congratulate them. slut new her new role was going to take a lot
more work and training.








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