(This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is commonplace for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture.
All characters who are enslaved or have any intimate/sexual contact with slaves are 18 years of age or older
. Children in this story are
not involved in any manner in sex
. This is fiction; no one should ever be deprived of free will nor used sexually without his or her uncoerced permission.)
(Our story so far, based on a detailed plot outline from
Lee B.:
Jim and Helen Prince were successful and wealthy, operating their own Pony Girl training ranch in East Texas. Their eldest child was 25-year-old Billy Prince, a constant screwup who caused them nothing but exasperation. Their second child, 18-year-old Maria, wanted to get slave-graded like other 18-year-old young women in Texas, but she didn't want her friends or especially her parents to judge her. So Maria asked Billy to take her to the Longhorn Slave Market without telling anyone. Trouble was, Bill not only resented his sister but had a desperate need for money to support his own child, Christine, and her mother Rose, the only woman who (in his mind at least) had ever loved him. So he "modified" the power of attorney and had Maria auctioned off as a slave.)
(The plot was foiled, but not before Maria was traumatized, nipple-pierced, and ALMOST branded. To avoid her having to testify at Billy's trial--a trial that would have led to his enslavement for 25 years to life--his father told his disowned son that he would instead allow him to voluntarily indenture himself for 16 years as a pony boy stallion. Bill had agreed to accept that indenture on the condition that his father cared for Christine and Rose.)
*****
Glowing almost white, the branding head with an outline Longhorn skull and horns seared into the helpless male's left ass cheek. The pain caused every muscle in his body--including his cock--to tense, but only a slight "uuhh" escaped from his mouth past the bite-stick. The Longhorn Slave Market's head smith was accustomed to every reaction to branding, ranging from fainting to pissing to screaming to--well, crapping, but he had rarely seen such a stoic acceptance of a new brand. The branding put the final touch, physical as well as mental, on Bill's enslavement, but the young man had decided to suffer through it so long as his daughter and her mother received care from the family. He barely noticed the disinfectant and pain-killer sprayed onto the new wound but welcomed the ibuprofen tablets that the smith handed him to swallow. Ten minutes later, still in shock, the new slave was kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, inside a large dog cage for shipment. The only visible sign of his suffering was that he held himself very erect so that his lacerated buttock didn't press against his heels.
Sixty miles away, Maria was still shaking with anger and a sense of betrayal that her own brother would sell her into slavery. Her Mom had arranged for a psychological counselor to talk with her, and a red-faced Maria had described her harrowing experience, but she couldn't get past the sense of betrayal. Finally, her mother had promised that she could oversee the training of their newest pony boy/stallion, her ex-brother Billy. Her father agreed that, just like any other new acquisition, the pony boy should get the ranch brand--a capital P surmounted by a stylized crown--on his right buttock to match the Longhorn brand on his left. When she told her father that she wanted to have the words "Judas--30 pieces of silver" tattooed as a sort of tramp stamp across the small of Billy's back, Jim had replied that she would have to wait six months or so--there was already too much chance of infection from two large brands plus nipple rings all within days of each other. "How 'bout we wait until your next birthday; if you're still angry enough then, you can take him to the tattoo parlor, OK?" Maria grumbled but reluctantly agreed to wait.
Which didn't mean her fucktard brother was going to get off easy, of course. Mr. Prince had agreed that Maria could borrow the bitchiest, most ball-busting female wrangler on the ranch to train Bill to her specifications. It was ironic that this wrangler had been christened Angela, for she was as far from angelic as one could imagine. She had a reputation for being a hard trainer, a devil in cowboy boots, and hardest of all on young stallions, whom she delighted in humiliating and torturing. She had butted heads with Billy on several occasions in the past about training matters, and she assured "Mizz Maria" that she was looking forward to having him as a "trainee."
Angela giggled gleefully as Maria described how she wanted to outfit her ex-brother, rechristened "Judas." Both of his nipples would be pierced--just as he had Maria's pierced--with tiny bells attached permanently, tinkling with every move he made. Judas would be equipped with the largest-diameter of ponytail butt plug and a restrictive cock cage, to be removed only twice a day--each time while his arms were bound or he was cuffed to a wall--for defecation and cold water enemas. And she wanted liquid Viagra added to his food to ensure that the cock cage was always filled, giving him a thorough case of blue balls.
Yet, although she didn't say anything at the time, even Angela was worried by the venom with which the heiress to the ranch prescribed a training regimen for "Judas." After the minimum ten days to recover from a double-branding, the new slave would be subjected to five hours of carriage training every morning and four hours of weight-lifting each afternoon, six days a week. Uncertain as to what she should do about this excessive approach, Angela privately told the stablemaster, Alejandro, what "Judas" was supposed to do. Without directly countermanding Maria's wishes, Alejandro put out an e-mail to all the wranglers, with copies to the Prince family, reminding them of the minimum rest and maximum exercise levels for trainee and experienced ponies--this gave Angela some defense against Maria's most extreme demands. The ranch had a legal as well as fiduciary responsibility to keep the valuable livestock healthy and functional, but even within Alejandro's guidelines "Judas" was in for a tough two months, made worse by the fact that he completely understood the ranch's training procedures so he would know what was coming at every stage.
*****
Helen Prince was heartbroken by what her firstborn had done and was now enduring; she privately prayed that her incensed daughter and her own husband would relent about the retribution they were inflicting on Bill/Judas. Her immediate concern, however, was to ensure that two newly-discovered members of her family didn't suffer as a consequence of her son's sins. She parked her king-cab truck outside a dilapidated but scrupulously clean trailer on the edge of town and rapped gently on the patched screen door of the trailer.
Helen was startled by the smiling six-year old girl who answered the door and invited her to enter; for a moment, the darkhaired little girl with twinkling eyes reminded her forcibly of her own daughters at that age.
"Is your name Christine?" Helen asked, kneeling down to put herself on the same level as her first granddaughter. The two had a fun little conversation, but the tone got much more serious when Christine's mother, Rose, appeared, and Helen had to tell her--using words that she hoped the little girl didn't understand--what had happened to Billy. After that shocking discussion, Helen paused, and then plunged ahead:
"Rose, as far as I'm concerned you two are part of the family. I'd REALLY like to have you move out to the ranch, where I've cleaned out Billy's bedroom and put in a second bed and some child-sized furniture for Christine. We'd love to have you, and no one in the family would dream of blaming you two for what happened to him. At least come stay with us for a few days so we can get to know each other."
The matriarch had already read the riot act to her husband and remaining children, telling them in no uncertain terms that they were never to blame the two new arrivals for what Bill had done, nor were they to tell Christine who "Judas" was. There was some tension during the first few days, but quickly the other daughters became willing babysitters for their cute niece, while Rose got a significant allowance as well as a functional 8-year-old car complete with child's safety seat for Christine. Jim put his daughter-in-law nominally on the ranch payroll so that she and her daughter could get medical insurance. Of course, the little girl was never allowed to see naked slaves or sexual use of those slaves.