Anne waited miserably while the stable hand hitched her up to the cart. Her daily trips pulling her
Anne waited miserably while the stable hand hitched her up to the cart. Her daily trips pulling her mistress where ever she wanted to go were straight hell. She had been a slave for 1 year. It had been a horrible year, chained to the cart, nothing more than a beast of burden to pull her mistress around the city and surrounding countryside. Her head was yanked back sharply by a strap at the top of her bridle. The current style was to force the slave’s head back so they were looking at the sky. They wouldn’t be able to see where they were running and had to depend completely on their owners to steer them. This was believed to make them more responsive. Most owners tied the strap to the cart, but not Anne’s mistress. She was was very cruel to her slaves and enjoyed adding to their misery, it turned her on. The stable hand pulled as hard as she could on the strap. On its end was a large vicious looking barbed metal hook. The strap was just long enough that the hook could be shoved into Anne’s asshole. The stable hand gave it a sharp tug, catching the barb in the soft skin inside Anne’s rectum. Anne squealed in pain while the large hook was forced into her ass, the stable hand hadn’t bothered to lubricate the hook. Finally reins were clipped onto each of her nipple rings, and Anne was ready, miserably waiting for her mistress. After what seemed like ages, she heard her mistress approach from the mansion. Anne was terrified of her cruel owner. With her head forced back Anne couldn’t see anything. All she could do was wait, trembling in fear. She had been implanted with the shocker in her clit. Soon her mistress would hit the button and the shocker would attack the sensitive nerve endings in her clit, causing Anne pure agony in her pussy and signalling that she had to start running. She could hear her owner getting comfortable in the cart behind her. In silent despair Anne readied herself for another day of hell. The stable hand watched in admiration as Olivia strode towards the cart. She had always dreamed of being rich and beautiful like the young woman striding towards her. Olivia was on her way to a party at her friend Victoria’s country estate. Olivia was dressed in an extravagant blue evening gown for the party. Her jewelry matched beautifully and her hair was done perfectly in the the latest fashion. Olivia was attended by 4 naked slave girls. They were covered head to toe in vicious red whip marks. No part of their bodies was untouched. Olivia liked the look of well whipped slaves, and she had her body slaves whipped every couple days to ensure the marks stayed fresh. The broken animals followed their mistress, their heads bowed. As the stable hand chained the slaves to the back of the cart by their nipple rings she stared in fascination at their naked bodies. Vicious looking new welts stood out on top of older more faded whip marks. She couldn’t imagine the pain they went through on a regular basis, and marvelled at how much slaves could handle. Olivia received the reins from her stable hand. Without a word she set the dial on the shocker remote and hit the button. The dial had been set at a very brisk run. Using the GPS, the shocker would automatically go off as soon as the speed fell below the set level. The shock wouldn’t stop until the slave was running faster than the minimum threshold again. Lazily Olivia sat back in the comfortable seat, yanking on the slave’s nipple reins to steer the cart. Grinning she noticed that small droplets of blood were dripping out of Anne’s asshole as she ran with the vicious hook cutting painfully into her tender flesh. This happened every time, it was never enough to do any actual harm to her animal. Miserably Anne ran. Her asshole was on fire and her neck was killing her. With her head yanked back the way it was, it was hard to breath properly and she was gasping for more air. Suddenly her clitoris exploded in pain yet again, exhausted she pushed herself harder. It was becoming harder and harder to maintain the ambitious pace Olivia had set for her. She grunted in pain, again her clit exploded in agony. On and on Anne ran, her swollen clit getting shocked time and time again. Desperately trying to avoid impending pain and pushing herself with everything she had was Anne’s entire existence. Just a regular day in the life of one of Olivia’s slaves. -- source link