Chapter 11
The Escape
Brandi was lying on her back with her limbs stretched out around a rubber space hopper. It looked as though she was cuddling it. She was impaled upon a large rubber penis extending from it, securely fitting inside her vagina.
Janet had taken her and a school friend, Cindy, as slaves. They were now being used in the woman's sex store as demonstration models. Customers had been using their bodies to try out various dildos and vibrators. When Cindy became traumatised by the mistreatment, Brandi helped her out by pandering to the customers.
It had been irksome pretending to welcome their rough handling of her body. She had to suck on a dildo to get it wet, before a stranger shoved it up her anus and pussy. Sometimes she even pretended to enjoy the torment with a fake orgasm. At least it allowed Cindy to recover from the ordeal.
What had crushed Brandi the most, was seeing another friend enter the store, then leave. She had imagined Teresa was there to rescue them, especially as she was fiercely arguing with Janet. Seeing Teresa leave was appalling. All hope of escaping from Janet's torture was dashed to pieces.
At that moment she sank into a deep depression, believing it would be easier to just give in to Janet. Having a mistress take responsibility for her, deciding every little thing in her life would end the torment. To become a mindless pet obeying her mistress would be the easy way out.
A wave of anger swept away the defeatism. No-one knew they were there, so it was up to her to escape. It seemed impossible to get away as she was naked, and Cindy was in a worse state than she was.
Brandi violently hit the balloon in a fit of temper. A lucky strike meant she found something unnoticed before. It was a release valve on the large rubber balloon. It allowed air to escape back into the balloon from the large rubber phallus. She pushed hard with her thighs, and squeezed the phallus with the walls of her vagina. It began to deflate from inside her, like a penis after depositing its load.
Brandi pulled her legs together and squeezed them. It felt as though she had been overstretched inside. It wasn't the first time either. The so-called friend, Teresa, had shoved an oversize vibrator into her some time ago. Despite this, Teresa was a friend, compared to Janet.
She lay still on the mat, breathing hard. A commotion at the checkout drew her attention. Teresa was back! Janet was pushing her toward the door while they both argued. Brandi didn't need telling this was an opportunity not to be missed.
With difficulty she stood up and hobbled over to Cindy. The stocks hadn't been locked! She lifted the top half and pulled Cindy free. The girl couldn't stand after being bent over for so long. She was dressed from head to toe in a rubber suit, leaving the girl looking like a bizarre sex doll. Only her breasts and crotch were lewdly on show.
Like two old ladies they hobbled, bent over almost double, to a back door. Their back doors had been abused, now they were going to use Janet's back door, to escape.
The latch turned and the door swung inward, almost knocking them over. The bright sun shone in from a delivery area. It didn't matter that she was naked Brandi was prepared to make a run for it, or at least a quick hobble.
Holding onto each other they scrabbled for freedom. They bumped into a large man, unseen in the blinding sunlight. He looked at them in surprise. As he should, for Cindy was enveloped in black rubber. Like an obscene sex doll, with her holes held open ready for use. Brandi was naked.
They pushed by him only to run into a white van.
"Brandi! Get in quickly!" Kelly shouted.
Brandi pushed Cindy into the open side door. She almost collapsed on the ground, except Kelly pulled her in. The big man blocking the doorway for a moment then jumped in behind her. As the sliding door rumbled on its tracks the van sped off.
"I didn't need these, she burst out-a there like a cork out-a bottle," the big guy stated, while holding up a set of lock-picks.
"Wow! I was so scared for you. Don't talk, wait till we get back. There's just one stop on the way," Kelly told her friend.
They drove to a mall entrance and hardly stopped long enough for Teresa to jump in. The driver and Teresa slapped a high-five, and whooped out loud as they accelerated away.
"Not too fast," Big John counselled, over the radio. "Just take it easy. I'm behind you and no-one is following," he added.
"How's Cindy, Is she all right?" Teresa shouted over her shoulder. She looked back to find Cindy and Brandi grinning at her.
"You too, are you OK?" Teresa asked Brandi.
"Yea, thanks. I take it you were the diversion?" Brandi asked. She fell back on the soft cushions, laughing with Cindy. The relief of escaping, and the wonderful feeling of freedom was overwhelming.
***
They soon arrived at the farm. Some called it the Slave Farm, others, the Pony Farm. It was both.
Big John had Kelly trained as a pony-girl, and she loved it. Being strapped up in leather had her sexed up. Having to perform in front of demanding trainers excited her. Having a whip sting her rump when not performing to her best, made her hot.
She loved high stepping around the arena more than pulling a trotting cart. She was proud of the high stepping routine on the end of a long leash, attached to a bit between her teeth. If she lost concentration and put a foot wrong, her trainer would sting her butt with a flick of the whip. She felt a million dollars with colourful feather plumes in her pony head gear. With head held high, nodding and snorting as she pranced around the arena, it all seemed so very perfect.
She loved the tinkling sound of little bells that hung from her bare nipples. She had bells attached to her sex, which protruded from the leather crotch. Apart from her breasts and crotch, she was covered in black leather, and tightly bound in a pony-girl harness. She loved being a pony-girl!
Locked into a leather harness, with blinkers, both arms clamped tightly behind her back, and wearing hoof-boots, meant she was completely helpless. She loved the feeling of being dependent upon a trainer. He would put her through her paces, give her water, feed her, and even give her permission to pee. Being stripped off, hosed down, and fucked hard at the end of a long day, was wonderful!
Kelly was enjoying herself in the stables. She was competing with the two new ponies, also being trained. There was an older pony, Sapphire, who kept a perfect high step when trotting around the arena. She also had a perfect step and control, when pulling a cart. There was no way Kelly could possibly compete with her.
Sapphire had been a pony for many years, so many she could no longer take part in a normal life. She lived in the stables, being looked after and put through her paces by the two trainers. She whinnied when she wanted something. She needed to be tightly strapped up and wore hoof boots most of the time.
Her body had become so used to being strapped up it had become slightly deformed. She had a wonderful long mane of black hair. She started training from the age of eighteen. She was now around forty yet had a youthful firm figure, from a hard work out every day.
What was sad is that she lost her long term master. He owned her from the very first day of her training. He died a few months ago, and she had been transferred here to live out her life as a pony-girl. The farm was a sanctuary away from the harsh realities of life for many a slave.
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This was not for Brandi. Wearing a leather suit and subjected to strict discipline, was not for her. She too liked to be restrained but had become used to being naked. Unlike Kelly she liked to play a master up, until deserving a light spanking. She enjoyed a teasing, pleasing relationship with a master.
She had also learnt to obey and pleasure a mistress. It was more to do with having been broken, when tortured by Thomas, than wanting to please a mistress. She had become susceptible to a dominant, whoever they were, after the punishment Thomas had put her through.
In addition to becoming easily dominated, Brandi had developed an association between pleasure and pain. It had started from being turned on by a master, when he tied her up. The feeling of being helpless together with a light spanking, had her heated up with passion. Thomas had pushed it much further, with strict discipline and a whip.
Since then she had been abused by Teresa and others, leaving her ready to submit to any dominant. Brandi now recognised how susceptible she was. During the last week of abject submission, she had forcibly been made aware of how dangerous her condition was. Janet had kidnapped her or rather she had pathetically allowed the woman to take her as a slave.
***
Brandi shook her head, trying to free it of the bad memories. She ate breakfast, relieved not to be having pet food.
"How is Cindy?" Brandi asked, one of the slaves serving breakfast.
"She's resting. I'm sure someone will take you to see her after breakfast," Michelle-Slut smiled. "How are you? I heard from Master that you had a rough time. They've been worried about you for days," Michelle-Slut asked.
Thinking of Kevin, her original master, she felt guilty. They had badly let each other down, so she wondered if they still had a relationship after what happened.
"You finished breakfast? Come with me, I'm sure you want to see Cindy. She wants to see you," Big John told her.
His big paw enveloped her small hand. She felt small and fragile beside him, yet comfortable too. He said nothing while leading her to the same room Kelly had been in, while recovering from Thomas' torture.
***
"Hi Cindy, you OK?" Brandi asked. She sat on the edge of the bed looking concerned.
