Rating
Chapter 12
Puppy Love
Jules:
“Eileen?” I asked as I finally got her on my cell.
“What’s up? How’s are little project doing?”
“She’s pretty much cowed. Got a couple more problems though. Two girls in need of some attention.”
“Send them over. We have plenty of room.”
“They’re already on their way. Their names are Megan and Cleo. Check out Megan. She’s a little small for a horse. Might be better on all fours permanently.”
“Small horses are in demand too, you know.”
“That’s true. With the powered carts I guess they don’t have to be tall. Still, we should think about moving her over. Maybe we should see how well she does before making a decision.”
“Are you going the short route with these two also?”
“No. They need to learn a lesson. I’m not planning on even evaluating them for at least ten days. Besides, I have so much work to do that I doubt I’ll be able to give them even a cursory glance until the middle of next week. You’ll have to get someone to check their progress.”
“I can do that. Excuse me for a second.” There was a pause and some talk in the background. “Jules, they’re here. I’ll…. Hang on a second.” More talk was heard in the background. “This Cleo, she’s Arnie’s pony. Should we tell him?”
“Sure,” I said. “In fact, why don’t you ask him to evaluate her?”
“Consider it done.”
Megan:
“Can you bark for me?” the woman asked as soon as she saw me.
I looked at her with contempt right up until she took the control from the servant. “Arf!” I said.
“We’ll have to work on that enthusiasm,” she said sarcastically.
Behind me the door opened and another girl crawled beside me. I saw the long tail on her butt and realized it was Cleo. She was wearing a spoon gag and she was obviously pissed. She was shocked three times while I was sitting there.
“You’re an interesting little item,” the woman said. “But no matter. We’ll get you properly up to speed. Take them to cages 303 and 304. They should enjoy watching each other submit. I’m already aware of their profile so there’s no reason they shouldn’t get the standard training. Make sure they get the proper vaginal plugs inserted before they are caged.”
We were taken down the middle aisle quite a distance before coming to our cages. The cages were made of heavy iron. Short leashes were attached to our clits and the vaginal plugs were replaced with ones that sported heavy cables. When they were buttoned into us with the padlocks we were both frightened. The ends of the clit leashes were attached to the tracks and we were pulled inside the cages. It wasn’t until the doors were bolted shut that they removed Cleo’s gag. I felt so sorry for her. It was my entire fault.
“OK, puppies. We’re going to have a little lesson in oral sex. Notice the cocks in front of you. Get used to it. You’re going to learn to love them, literally. I’m going to turn on the system. When I do you’ll immediately start feeling pain in your vaginal canal. That’s your cue to get the cock in your mouth. The only thing that will stop the pain is for you got start sucking it. If you resist, the pain will continue to intensify. If you let it go for thirty seconds the pain will jump in intensity, doubling your agony. Every thirty seconds the pain will double again until you reach level four. At that point the pain will remain steady until you get the cock in your mouth. Got it?” the sadistic bitch asked.
We didn’t have a choice. We barked. It was humiliating.
“Megan, we’ll start you up first. When the pain starts, just put your lips around the cock and start working it. Just don’t touch it with your teeth.”
Eileen walked to the console in front of my cage and played with some controls. I felt the pain almost immediately. I looked at the rubber cock and instantly was revolted by it. The pain grew in intensity. I shook my head. It was a stupid maneuver. I got zapped in the ass for shaking my head. But I continued to resist. Then the pain jumped and I screamed.
“That’s level two,” Elaine said. “You have twenty seconds left before it jumps again. You don’t want that to happen. Unless you like pain I’d suggest you get your lips around your little friend.”
I had had enough. I crawled forward and did the unthinkable. I put my lips around the rubber cock. The pain stopped immediately.
“Good girl,” she praised as I continued to suck on the thing. “Now, you have to work the cock so the lights move into the green. Keep it out of the red and don’t let the scale fall into the yellow any more than a few seconds. And don’t let your teeth touch the cock. That will earn you a big jolt!”
I looked at the lights and kept working the cock. It got hard like a real one. While I was working it, Elaine started Cleo’s system. I glanced to my left and saw that she had taken my lesson to heart. Her lips were working her own cock vigorously.
“That’s great girls. Now, when the system ejaculates, don’t let any spill. There are sensors on the floor. If any spills you’ll hear beeping as a warning. You’ll also start feeling the pain between your legs. Just like the pain that Megan felt, it will double every thirty seconds.”
“I’ll stay with you girls until you switch to pussy licking. I want to make sure you’re doing it right. Oh, one other thing. These cocks tend to leak once you’re done sucking so keep an eye on them while you’re licking the pussy. Megan, get ready. The load will be coming any second.”
I had never done this before and I found it as disgusting an act as I had imagined. Yet the computer watched over me, preventing me from resisting. I couldn’t let the cock fall out of my mouth and I couldn’t let any of the stuff leak from my lips. I had to work the cock until it released its goo. And it did! Oh my God! It was horrible. I swallowed as fast as I could. I actually had to gulp it down. It tasted salty and it had the consistency of slime.
“Keep working it,” she said. “You’re almost done. When the light goes out, suck on it hard for about thirty seconds. Then switch over to the pussy. That won’t be nearly as difficult. Cleo, get ready. Your load is almost there.”
My light went out so I did as I was told. I sucked on the penis until I was sure I was dry. Elaine was paying close attention to Cleo so I was left alone for a moment. When the light went on over the pussy I started working on it. That’s when Cleo started groaning.
“You should work harder to get it all down. Get your tongue to work on the floor. If it’s not cleaned up in thirty seconds the pain will double.”
I heard animal-like grunting from Cleo’s cage. I couldn’t glance her way for fear of suffering a painful shock between my legs. All I could do was listen to her. Then she screamed and I knew she had not made the thirty second time limit. I guess she had to learn just as I had.
A few minutes later I heard our tormenter praise Cleo. “I think you have the hang of it now. The dildos between your leg will make sure you follow the rules. I’ll be back in a couple hours to see how you’re doing. Just keep doing your duty and you’ll be fine.”
Cleo:
I wanted to cry. This was horrible. I was licking a rubber pussy and I had just let a rubber cock squirt into my mouth. When the stuff dribbled from my lips they made me lick the slime off the floor. My God, how that dildo hurt. They had shocked me hard before but it never felt so bad as that device between my legs. And Eileen said that it could quadruple? Sweet Jesus!
I didn’t have time to sulk because if I lost concentration the damn thing would zap me again. All I could do was lick and suck. The cycle continued for hours without relieve or pause. We just kept attending to the genitalia in front of us. They were conditioning us well.
Arnie:
Eileen called me in the morning to tell me that they had my pony in the kennel. “What did she do?” I asked, expecting an escape attempt or some other serious infraction. When she explained the reason I began to stew. Instead though, I held my anger and simply asked for the trainer.
“Jules authorized it,” Eileen informed me. “I think he got the word from the surveillance office. But I can’t be sure.”
Obviously Eileen was just following orders herself. I’d have to check with Jules and find out what was going on. One thing was certain. The girls didn’t deserve the treatment they were getting. I’d have to fix this bungle.
I had Jules’ cell phone number and called him immediately. I held a civil tongue, informing him that the punishment was too severe for the incident in question.
“I was just following orders. Tara ordered them both to the kennels,” he informed me.
“You should have called me,” I told him.
“Do you want me to pull them out?” he asked.
“I’ll take care of it after I talk to Tara. If Tara wants any girl put in the kennels from now on call me. I’ll authorize or deny it.”
“Understood. I’ll pass everything by you first. I’m sorry for causing you so much grief,” he apologized.
“It’s not your fault. You were only following orders. Stop by my office around noon. We’ll do lunch. I want to discuss some things with you.”
“I can do that. I’ll see you at noon.”
Tara’s office was around the corner. I entered the large red building and made my way through the lobby. The operations room was as big as a warehouse. Each aisle had a bank of computer terminals on either side. Each was manned by operators who kept track of the women in training. The operators were each assigned an area. Any female entering the area would be watched and listened to. If an area was empty the computer reassigned them.
This was the room where ponies were watched for proper form. This was where punishment signals were sent out when the ponies didn’t lift their knees properly or hold their head high. It was also the place where the decision was made to punish those who violated the rules.
Tara was staring over the shoulder of a black haired gentleman who was pointing to an image of a pony girl that was marching along one of the paths. “She’s OK for now but watch her,” she said. “If her knees drop again, zap her.”
“Not a problem,” the young man said.
I caught her by surprise. “Hi, Babe. We need to talk,” I said to her.
When we entered the office she turned around and smiled at me. Then she wrapped her arms around me and our lips met in a mad blissful kiss. “God, I missed that!” she said.
I smiled back at her. Her long black hair was amazingly gorgeous. It hung down past her ass. Her nose was just a bit long but her bright eyes lit up the room. I loved her and remembered our wedding night. She was amazing in bed and I immediately thought about this evening.
But I had serious matters to discuss. “What do you know about those two ponies in Block 23B?” I asked.
“23B? Oh, those are the ones who tried to make that other pony’s punishment easier. What about them?”
“One of them is destined for our stables. After Jules described the incidents I thought that you might have been excessive.”
“Excessive? I don’t think so but if you want to listen to the audio I don’t have any objection.”
“Yea, go ahead. I just want to make sure that they deserved the treatment.”
“Hang on. I’ll punch it up.”
It only took a couple key pressed to bring up the file. I listened to the digital audio. It gave me time to calm down. I wanted to give her a fair shake and make sure the punishment was justified. I didn’t really want to argue with her anyway.
I listened to the entire conversation and scratched my chin. “There was no intent,” I pointed out.
“I was always under the impression that you liked us to nip this sort of thing in the bud. Yea, maybe it’s a little heavy but we always lean toward being safe rather than sorry. I don’t have a problem if you want to reverse me. I really didn’t feel too strongly about this one anyway. It’s not like they meant to break the rules.”
I scratched my chin and thought for a moment. “I’d rather have that Cleo marching. Being put in the kennels takes away from her pony training, and that’s the real point of this exercise.”
“So you’re taking them both out?”
“I think so. They’re not going to be puppies. We need them for transportation. Our stable’s getting a little thin.”
“I suppose you have a point. Do you want me to call Jules?”
“If you don’t mind… I’ll let Eileen know.”
We kissed. I knew she was a busy supervisor but she was very good. That’s why I married her. We hardly ever argued. Ten years of marriage and we still felt like newlyweds. I smiled as I walked back to the kennels.
I had one of those administrative meetings so I couldn’t pick up the girls until late in the afternoon. That would work out well. A day or two in the kennels wasn’t really going to harm them and might make them a little more enthusiastic about being good ponies. Jules was tied up too with all sorts of meetings and his obligatory management of his pod.
By the time I got to the kennels it was nearly five in the afternoon. Eileen told me over the phone that they were both at the runs. Her domestic, Jennifer, had them and was going to play fetch with them, which was standard conditioning.
As I talked on the phone with her I made my way to the dog runs. I told Eileen of our decision. She was not happy. This was the second time she had gone through the trouble of shoehorning ponies into the system only to have their stay cut short for one reason or another.
“I can’t really help it. They really didn’t deserve this. Besides, I need the one girl up to speed in six weeks. I can’t really afford to have her training set back.”
“I understand,” she said. “I just don’t like having my plans changed.”
“Well, I have a special puppy coming to you in a few days. I’m sure you’ll want to take personal charge of this one.”
“Really? What’s so special about her? Is she tiny and cute?” she asked intently.
“No, she’s old and stubborn. You’re getting the princess.”
“Princess? What princess?”
“THE PRINCESS,” I enunciated loudly.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. The PM said to put her in an outfit for six weeks and make her bark.”
“I can’t do it! She’ll have my head when she gets out of her outfit.”
“The PM promised that no one will suffer for her treatment. She’ll be over in a few days. Treat her just like any other puppy. Don’t spare her and don’t treat her any worse. Just let the automated systems do the job, just like you always do.
“I can’t get away from this, can I?”
“Nope.” I said.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to make her into a puppy. I’ll make the arrangements.”
Thanks,” I said.
The walk to the dog runs took some time. Although I had become used to the sight of pony and puppy girls it still amazed me that we could produce them on such a large scale. I was quite proud of the staff. The organized effort they provided produced some fine stock for the country’s benefit.
The ponies were the most obvious feature of the landscape. Hundreds of girls were marching on the concrete paths, each bound and dressed in the standard outfit. They all wore hoof boots, arm binders, and hoods. The spoon gag was used on each girl. Each would certainly make a fine personal or taxi pony, I was sure.
Some ponies were pretty tall. I saw one exceed six feet three. Her long blonde hair cascaded out of the top of her hood and reached her ass. Her tail rose from her ass and trailed behind her, flowing and swaying as she marched. In fact, the majority of our ponies had similar traits. Each was a marvelous example of submissive womanhood.
The puppies were a different matter altogether. These girls were destined for something much less pleasant. In the miniature communities of this country they were highly valued. But in our northern neighbor’s land they were quite commonplace. However since the supply was kept small the profit margin was still quite acceptable. For the state it was a win-win situation.
I found Jennifer on the training field with the girl named Megan. Jennifer was not wearing the hood or gag. Kennel domestics weren’t required to wear them because they had to give vocal commands. Jennifer was actually a very beautiful woman of around forty. Her long straight red hair went to her shoulder blades and her lips were painted with a deep red lipstick.
She was playing fetch with the girl, teaching her to stay until the order was given to fetch. I watched the puppy’s performance. For her first day it was not bad at all. I thought her enthusiasm was lacking but since it was the first day it was expected. Further training would have brought her around if I hadn’t made arrangements to put her back in the pod.
“Are you Jennifer?” I asked her, knowing that she was.
“Yes, sir,” she responded.
“This is one of the two ponies being punished, correct?”
“That’s right. The other is in track 55. I was going to swap them in a few minutes. Is there a problem?”
“I need you to take them back to the stables, Pod 23B. Give them to the domestics and have them put back into their cells. We’re suspending the puppy training and putting them back in harness.”
She didn’t question me or ask the reason. She simply said, “Yes, Sir.” She then told her charge to “Heel.” She walked away with Megan in tow.
I walked back to Pod 23 while Jennifer retrieved Cleo. I met up with Jules and explained the situation. He said he had a meeting in fifteen minutes and wouldn’t be able to check on the girls till later in the day. He really would have liked to greet them. I offered to help by being there in his place.
When the girls arrived I had them both put in Megan’s room for convenience. The pod’s domestics took over, allowing Jennifer to return to her own duties. I watched the tight latex pants stride away as she turned and left. She was amazing!
Both girls sat like trained puppies with their hands in front of their knees. The domestics held their leashes and kept them steady and under control. I’m sure Megan knew what was going to happen but unless Jennifer had given Cleo some hint she was unaware that the punishment was over. It was time to tell them.
“Hello, Girls,” I said. “Was the kennel tour as horrible as you imagined it?” I asked.
The both barked loudly.
“Would you like to be ponies rather than puppies?”
“Arf!” I heard each respond.
“Good. Most girls agree that being a puppy is not nearly as pleasant as being a horse. So I assume you’ll both do your best in your new roles. Can I make that assumption?”
“Arf!” they replied.
“I think we can drop the bark sensors. Ladies, let’s have each of the remotes.”
I took each remote and punched the master code to bring up the anti-speech settings. I turned off the bark and the query sensors. “Cleo, you can speak normally again,” I informed her. A moment later I had turned off Megan’s collar as well.
“Stay on your knees. I want to ask you some questions.” The girls sat and waited patiently. I towered over them. To make a better connection with them I sat on the bed and beckoned them to me.
“Do you girls understand why we did this to you?”
“No, Sir,” Cleo replied. “All we did was offer to take Melanie’s place.”
“That’s right, Sir,” Megan replied. “We didn’t mean any harm by it. We weren’t trying to escape or get out of being ponies.”
“I know. The monitors thought you were out of bounds though. They thought you were trying to make Melanie’s punishment easier.”
“I didn’t know it was such a big deal. Otherwise I would have never offered. I swear I’ll never do that again,” Megan said.
“Me neither. If someone’s getting punished it’s their own problem.”
“I’m not going to admit that there was really a mistake here but we’re not going to keep you in the kennels for two weeks. We’re letting you out now. I’m countermanding the order.”
Cleo looked up at me. “Thank you, Sir,” she said. Megan thanked me as well.
“I want each of you to promise me that you’ll do everything in your power to be good ponies. I don’t want any bullshit for either of you. Jules is a very dedicated trainer and a good friend of mine. He’s got six kids to feed and he has hardly any free time to himself. I don’t want any of you giving him any more to worry about than he already has. So from this point forward you’ll do as you’re told. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” they both replied.
“Good. Megan, one last detail.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Offer to suck off Jules the next time you see him. In fact, from this point forward you’ll suck him off any time he asks.”
“I thought ponies didn’t have to….”
“You’re on parole. My rules,” I said.
She looked at me for a moment and quietly agreed. “I’ll do as you ask,” she said.
“Good. Cleo, Heel!”
We returned to her room.
Chapter 13
Weeks of Hardship
Cleo:
It was a difficult time for all of us. For the next several weeks we were dressed in our pony outfits and put through two sessions in the corridors. Twice a day we had to march down the corridors with our legs sheathed in leather boots and every orifice filled. Our mouths were stuffed with that damn spoon gag and both our lower openings carried electrified dildos. Because of their ever present capability to shock us we had to obey. We had to march like trained circus animals.
After a few days of marching I realized that I was beginning to get the hang of it. I no longer fell. My balance improved markedly and I hardly ever got warned through the signals in my dildo that I was losing my form. I got the feeling that the other girls were getting the hang of it too, although Megan and Melanie still showed signs of bruising from the falls they obviously had not avoided.
It was after the first two weeks that we lost two girls. Carrie and Brenda simply weren’t there one day. I asked Jules about it and he told me they were shipped out. He didn’t know where but he assured me that they’d be well taken care of. He also told me that there would be two new girls coming in on the following Monday. I pitied them and prepared mentally for the tears that were sure to come from them.
There was a lot to pity to go around. We pitied each other for our own hardships. We pitied ourselves because we knew our future was so depressing and degrading. But most of all we pitied the kennel girls. Their lives were so horrible that we were almost glad we were chosen as ponies. I still remembered that day in the kennel. I was so glad that I wasn’t selected for that role.
Jules took good care of us. He had a number of assistants but he ran the pod. Every day he’d make sure we were well groomed. When we didn’t want to talk he’d make us talk to him, just so we wouldn’t dwell on our current situation. He simply wouldn’t let us fall into the doldrums. Even with the sad state of affairs he expected us to enjoy some element of our lives.
Unfortunately he had to maintain discipline as well. When one day Bonnie decided to lash out and try to prevent the domestic girls from installing the harness Jules had no choice but to apply such discipline. Soon we heard the barking sounds coming from her as she rushed up and down the hallway. It was so upsetting to us that we began to avoid the break room so we wouldn’t have to hear her. Melanie seemed to take it the worst. The truly sad thing was that we knew the other element of her training first hand. We knew she’d learn tricks not normally taught to dogs. We could only imagine her torment.
After two weeks some things did change for us. First, they started lining the marching corridors with thick mattresses so that we wouldn’t be bruised when we did fall. We’d have to make sure to fall to one side or the other. The disadvantage was that the path was reduced in width to only two feet wide. That meant we had to march much straighter when we went down the corridors. Of course with my arms bound behind me I soon discovered just how susceptible I was to being toppled by even the slightest brush with the mattresses. I soon learned to keep my feet in the center of the path.
After three weeks I was taken outside and put on the concrete paths. After having been taught for so long how to lift my knees, I hardly ever walked while in my outfit without doing so. Jules insisted that I pump my knees whenever I wasn’t bound. In fact, he even changed my chains so that I didn’t have to wear ankle manacles. The deal was that I had to lift my knees all the time. He said his crew would watch me carefully.
I marched around the paths without the threat of any automated system punishing me. Instead there were human monitors that watched us through the myriad of cameras that dominated the facility. If I didn’t lift my knees high enough or if I stopped without permission someone would push a button and zap me. I’d never know their face or their name. But I’d surely feel their sting.
I soon learned to march for longer periods of time. Jules told me that the rest periods, spent on the horses that were positioned around the paths, would be governed by my exhaustion level. As I tired there would be more rest stops. By the end of week four I was marching a full twenty minutes without difficulty.
I should make mention of the new girls we got in week three. The new girls that came in during that week were quite young and very frightened. One was named Cassie and the other was named Tony. Tony had long black hair and Cassie had short blonde hair. They were both upset to no end. In time I knew they’d adjust. But before we even had them for two days they were sent to the kennels for fighting with the domestics. Soon there were three girls barking in the halls. And we’d have to endure listening to the sound of barking for a full two weeks more!
Then we heard that Melanie got caught trying to escape. “Dammit!” I said to the group sitting at the table. “Didn’t she learn anything?”
Jules gave us the scoop. She had tried to slip into a supply truck while she thought no one was looking. Hadn’t she learned that someone always was looking? Apparently not.
Jules told us that she’d have to complete her training as a pony in a timely manner. Since puppy training took away from the time that she’d march, it was decided that she’d perform double duty. She’d spend her afternoons in the kennels suffering all the indignation that went along with that role. But, she’d still spend her mornings and evening marching on the paths or in the corridors.
Melanie had learned her lesson after the first day but she had a full two weeks to go for her punishment to be fulfilled. She did have one hour to eat lunch but she had to eat it out of a doggie dish. We had to watch her humiliate herself in the process. She didn’t have any chance to speak to us during the two weeks of punishment. It was just one more little lesson taught to anyone who happened to be considering disobedience.
It was only after the fourth week that they put me on a cart. As before I had my arms pushed into a leather sleeves. Thankfully my hips were stabilized by the pull bars, which were connected to a harness that was attached a wide leather belt. But there was one thankful thing about the ordeal. I no longer had to wear the spoon gag. Instead I had to wear a bit and bridle. While I found this humiliating it was so much more comfortable that I actually was grateful! At least I didn’t need to keep my tongue extended while I marched.
Dina, puppy girl:
After two weeks of crawling on hands and knees, being taught tricks, and barking like a dog, I thought that things couldn’t get any worse. In that time I had slowly begun to resent my predicament due to the frustrating fact that there was nothing I could do to get out of this mess. I was a puppy and I had no chance of escaping.
After only a few days in my outfit I discovered that they had replaced my partner. What a surprise it was to find the princess kneeling across from me. And if you thought I was upset over my role as puppy, you should have seen her! She just didn’t want to have any part of this adventure. She suffered for her attitude. Harmony would have no part of it. The princess did scream! But it wasn’t a scream for freedom. It was simple and pure punishment. She took a lot of hits before she learned.
For two weeks we continued to be treated to the dog runs and the fetching. After a few days of playing Harmony introduced us to the cock jack. This was a toy that we had to pick up with our mouths. It resembled a spiked ball. But the spikes had been replaced with human cocks. We had to pull it into our mouths and present it to her. I didn’t like doing it one bit but I did as I was taught.
She also began teaching us to stay until commanded to fetch. It was one more way to control us. We’d sit patiently while she’d throw a toy into the field. Then she’d call us by name and tell us to “Fetch!” We had to bark then run off and get the item, presenting it to her by begging with our hands held at our side. It got old very quickly.
Anyway, I didn’t really want to discuss the next part because it is so upsetting. After the second week the princess was replaced by another girl. She had long black hair and she cried even more than the original Blackie.. But what they did to me was enough that I’d never forget the horror.
For the past two weeks all I had to do was physical stuff such as crawling and fetching. There was the obvious display of my breasts bulging from the uniform but there wasn’t any sexual activity. Even the dildo in my sex wasn’t intended as a sexual stimulant. It was a punishment device. I got no joy from having it placed inside me.
But on that day during the third week I was taken to the kennels. I always thought that the area where I was staying was considered the kennels but during those two weeks I began to put together enough information that I realized that the kennels were something entirely separate. But it wasn’t until that third week that I discovered the horror that the kennels represented!
I followed obediently on a leash. The use of the leash was somewhat unusual for me because I had been very cooperative. Harmony hadn’t used the leash in over a week. I knew I couldn’t run off with her holding that remote. But I didn’t think much of it until we entered the large warehouse. The sight of the cages and what the girls were doing inside them made me sick to my stomach. They couldn’t make me do that! I wanted to scream but the spoon gag kept me silent. All I could do was let the tears well in my eyes.
Harmony handed my leash to a woman who was dressed in a shiny black outfit. “Hello, Sweetheart. I’m Chelsea,” she introduced herself. “I’m going to be your trainer for the next few weeks.”
I looked up at her with fear. I knew the path this would lead down and I was so frightened and upset that I could hardly concentrate on her words. I knew that they were going to make me open my mouth and use it for sex. I started to whimper. I guess that wasn’t allowed either because I got a shock for my behavior. I’d have to cry silently.
After we had walked for a short distance we entered the prep room. In the room were a cage and some tables. “What’s that doing here?” Harmony asked.
“The repair crew hasn’t had a chance to install it. We had three break down last week. The cages tend to get a lot of use.”
“Yea, I suppose they do. This one is pretty docile. She’s taken her training fairly well so you can pretty much depend on her to obey your commands.”
“Good. I hate when I have to use extreme measures to bring them in line. Anyway, we have a busy day ahead of us so let’s get the formalities out of the way.” She redirected her attention to me and said, “Harmony’s going to insert the new plug into your sex. Don’t be afraid. As long as you cooperate you won’t have to worry about it.”
Harmony unfastened the belt and replaced the plug. Once the belt was replaced I had a long cable trailing behind me. She also attached a short leash to my clit ring while she was bent over me. “She’s all ready,” Harmony said. “Call me when she’s been acclimated.”
So I was left with Chelsea and the ordeal began. “You’re frightened, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Arf,” I said as I looked up at her.
“Well, that’s just the way things have to be. Now, let’s get you in a cage and we’ll get started. Heel!”
She led me out into the auditorium and down the middle aisle. I immediately noticed the sounds of all the girls grunting as they struggled to please the artificial cocks that were in their mouths. I could barely stand it. The sounds alone made me sick to my stomach. I tried to keep my eyes looking straight ahead. I just didn’t want to look at them. As we continued down the aisle, passing cage after cage, Chelsea spoke of the girls. “This is all new to you, I’m sure. The true purpose of a puppy is to please men and women with her mouth. Each of these girls is going through the same training that you’re going to endure. They usually stay in these cages for about four weeks. We take them out daily for exercise in the dog runs and we teach them fetching tricks. But the real training occurs here. Oh, here’s your cage. Come along.”
On command I crawled up to the open end of the cage and stopped at the foot of the enclosure. Chelsea reached under me and connected the clit leash. Once it was secured she disconnected the main leash from my collar.. When she pressed the button the leash moved forward, dragging me inside. I had to follow. Finally she plugged the cable into the waiting socket.
I was now staring at male and female genitals. I didn’t know how I was going to get that thing in my mouth. It looked so real. But I knew I had to do it. I had to put it in my mouth or I’d get punished. I knew that these women didn’t want to be here. They didn’t want to be trained to be whores. So there had to be some sort of threat involved. I didn’t want to be hurt anymore so I had to find a way to obey.
I heard the door lock. It was redundant anyway. I couldn’t disconnect the leash from my crotch with these gloves on. I certainly couldn’t work any latch with these fingerless mittens. And I couldn’t run away from this nightmare with these pointed boots on my feet.
“OK, Honey. Let’s get started. In front of you is a dick and a pussy. There are lights above each. When the lights come on you are to suck the cock or lick the pussy aggressively enough so that the green lights stay lit. If you don’t move fast enough the lights will drop into the yellow and then the red. You’re allowed five seconds in the yellow before you get punished. If the lights drop to the red you’ll feel pain between your legs immediately. Understand so far?”
“Arf!” I barked.
“Good. The cock is only a six inch job so you won’t have to deep throat it in order to massage the entire length. You have to work the entire length of the cock and you must maintain suction. As you work it the cock will stiffen and behave like a real one. When you work it properly it will ejaculate into your mouth. There are sensors on the floor and you must keep the stuff off the floor. If you do spill any, even one drop, you’ll have to lick it up. As an incentive the pussy dildo will come on with a mild pain to prompt you into action. You have thirty seconds to clean it up before the pain jumps to the next level. Trust me. That really hurts. Oh, and that dildo between your legs can’t cause any physical damage. That means that no matter how much it hurts you won’t pass out and your pussy won’t be burned. It’s a hypersonic stimulator. So it can’t burn you like the electrical inserts can.”
Chelsea walked to the console in front of the cage and pressed a few buttons. “OK. Get ready,” she warned. Immediately I began feeling the pain between my legs. I saw the lights turn on above the cock and moved toward it. The pain seemed to be getting worse. “Get it in your mouth and the pain will stop,” she said.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. Oh, God! How I hated this. Suddenly I just froze. I looked at the lights on the panel and it glowed red suddenly. I felt the pain. It wasn’t starting small and ramping up. It hit me like a hot poker between my legs. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed, letting the dick pop out of my mouth. Chelsea yelled at me, telling me to get it back in my mouth. I was so stunned by the pain between my legs that I could hardly move. I began to shake and nearly collapsed to the floor. Instead I gathered my strength an pulled the cock back into my mouth. Thankfully, the pain went away.
“You have to work it,” Chelsea said. “Run your lips along the entire length. Keep suction on it too. If you don’t keep moving your lips you’ll get zapped again.”
Chelsea continued to coach me, telling me to put the phallus deeper into my mouth. “It’s going to touch the back of your throat,” she said. “When you get comfortable with this one we’ll move to a longer one so can learn to deep-throat. Don’t worry about that now. Just keep working. You’re doing just fine.”
Chelsea noticed the cock hardening. She warned me to move my lips to the tip and keep sucking. “Get ready. Make sure you don’t spill any,” she warned.
And sure enough the cock squirted into my mouth. There was a lot of slime and I tried to swallow it. I choked though and spilled some on the floor. I immediately heard the buzzer and felt the pain. It was pretty mild, feeling like sunburn between my legs. Chelsea yelled at me to suck the last of the stuff out of the cock. Then she told me to lick up the mess. “Hurry up. If you don’t get it all up in thirty seconds you’ll really feel it. Well, I somehow managed to clean up all the droplets in the time allotted. While the pain was fierce, it didn’t jump in intensity.
In the interim the cock went limp. With the buzzer turned off I knew I was safe. I thanked God for that. “You should learn to swallow quickly. There’s more stuff than can fit in your mouth so you have to swallow while you’re sucking it out. When the cock goes limp you should make sure you suck it dry it doesn’t drip while you’re licking pussy. Understand?”
I barked as taught. This was really going to be my worst nightmare!
Licking the rubber pussy was nothing compared to the cock. Chelsea coached me to get my tongue deep into it and linger at the top. I did as she instructed. There was a slight salty taste to it, I assumed to simulate the real thing. All I did was lick and watch the lights. I didn’t seem to have any problem keeping them in the green.
After a few minutes the lights on the cock came on again and the cycle repeated itself. This time I did everything correctly. I let the cock go deep into my mouth and kept my lips and tongue moving along its length. When the stuff came out I swallowed quickly and didn’t spill any.
Chelsea seemed satisfied and walked to the console. “I’m increasing the resistance a notch. You’ll have to work just a little harder to satisfy the system. Remember. When you’re sucking cock, the highest scoring area is next to the base. The deeper the cock goes in your mouth the better your score will be. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. I’ll be back in a few hours to see how you’re doing.”
When I started licking the pussy the green lights wouldn’t peg to the top. Instead they tended to linger in the middle of the range. I didn’t have to work too hard to get results but I did have to keep my tongue moving over the entire length in order to satisfy it.
It was when I had to suck the cock again that I realized just how much more demanding the system was going to be. Now I had to move quite quickly in order to satisfy it. I also had to make sure I got my lips to the base of the thing or the lights immediately dropped to the yellow mark. I got zapped a couple times to enforce this rule. Now I knew why all the girls were working so hard. If I didn’t want to be punished I had to learn the same technique.
I spent the next two hours going back and forth between male and female genitalia. By the end of those two hours I was completely broken. I was fully accustomed to sucking cock or licking pussy. I knew I’d be as docile as a newborn kitten.
A woman arrived, dressed from the neck down in black latex. As I licked the pussy I watched her approach the console. Suddenly the lights went out. I next heard the door behind me swing open. Next I felt a tug on my clit as the slide pulled on my leash, dragging me out of the cage. The woman clipped a leash to my collar and told me to heel. I did without resistance.
We walked over to a concrete fire hydrant and I was allowed to relieve myself against it. Several girls were waiting in a series of lines awaiting the opportunity to do the same. Thankfully the cabled dildo was removed from my crotch and the regular one was inserted in its place.
The woman never announced her name to me. All she did was take me to a field where we practiced fetching and doing other tricks. She made me catch Frisbees, rubber balls, and the infamous cock jack, which was a ball with eight phalluses sticking out of it. Compared to the earlier ordeal this was a piece of cake!
I spent the next four weeks doing essentially the same thing. Either I was forced to attend to my two rubber friends or I’d have to play fetch or walk in the dog runs. Four weeks of hell had turned me into their idea of a sex pet. Terms like sick and depraved no longer meant anything to me. All I thought about was opening my mouth and pleasing the person holding my leash. Four weeks had transformed me completely.
After four weeks I was now a trusted puppy. They now gave me the duty of leading ponygirls to their assigned areas. They gave me a bit and some reins and I pulled the girls along. At first they kept a domestic near me as a guide. She’d be gagged so she had to use hand signals. When the girl was put into the corridor or onto the concrete path I’d be released and told to return to the kennels or the cage corridor. Sometimes I was ordered to go to the dog runs. I always followed orders, knowing that they were watching me with cameras the entire time.
During the next two weeks if I had to show my oral talents it was done on the real thing. Harmony and Arnie seemed to test my enthusiasm for the task most often. However, there were several other men and women who tested my talents as well. I never knew their names. All I knew was that I had to open my mouth and lick the women and suck the men. Before long it was nothing more than a physical act to me. I no longer cared about hating or liking it. I just did it.
After six weeks I was completely broken to the point that I was ready for graduation. This consisted of a new outfit made out of dark blue latex. My entire body was encased in it. My head was even covered in the shiny material. My boots were changed to a gold colored set as were my arm coverings. The attendants brushed my ponytail and my dog tail until they shined. I also was treated to a new gold collar with beautiful green emeralds on it. Like its predecessor it featured all the electronics to keep me behaving like a dog. Well, that was to be expected.
Cleo:
One by one our numbers were replaced. Girls disappeared and were replaced by new recruits. Those that were experienced calmed the nerves of the new girls. We all took the job on reluctantly but acclimated ourselves to the task. We all learned how to be psychologists over those few weeks.
Some girls wouldn’t take the hint and ended up in the kennels. I had learned my lesson. These girls, there were two in particular that needed a heavy dose of discipline, needed the full treatment to bring them into line. Jules showed no mercy. They spent three weeks on their knees. The remaining girls got very upset as they had to listen to the incessant barking and scampering. I had seen it enough that I was pretty much immune to it.
After the fourth week they started putting me on the carts. In a way, this was good news because of the bit and bridle. Since I needed to wear these items, so they could control me, they had to take out the spoon gag. I didn’t mind holding the leather rod in my teeth. It was a lot more comfortable than having to stick my tongue into the hole in that awful gag!
My hair had grown to an unbelievable length in the short time I had been here. My hair had grown to my ass! I must have had hair that was over three feet long. My hair had lightened a shade too. I was grateful that the girls combed it for me. The problem was that it took a long time to wash, dry, and comb. I was kept chained in the shower during the washing process. Once my hair was dry enough to handle they took me out into the main room and clipped my collar to hanging chains so they could bend me at the waist and comb my hair from the bottom up. I hated this part because it often took fifteen to twenty minutes even with three girls combing my hair.
My tail had grown unbelievably bushy. It hung to the floor, curling upward before draping down across my ass. I had some control over it but it often seemed to swish on its own quite often. Often I didn’t even realize it was moving until I felt it hit my legs. It was a demeaning thing to have hanging from my ass. But it was now mine. I had to think of it as an appendage rather than something tacked onto my butt. I really didn’t like it but it was going to be there until someone surgically removed it, if they ever did!
Each day would now be started by a delivered breakfast followed by washing and grooming. Now that I didn’t have to wear the spoon gag I was delivered breakfast first. It consisted of a bowl of cereal and a piece of fruit. Afterwards I was washed, groomed, and dressed. My arms were pinned behind my back with a leather arm binder. Then they put a hood on my head along with a bridle. Various accessories were added such as bells, the control dildos, and the collar. Finally the inserted the bit into my mouth and activated the collar so that I had to make sounds like a horse. I hated that too!
Once I was in uniform I had to lift my knees whenever I walked. Wherever I walked I had to lift my knees. A dog girl led me to my destination, often without the aid of a supervising person. Sometimes we ended up at a training corridor, sometimes at a concrete path, and now, after my fourth week, the track.
There was always an attendant waiting for me at the track. Now that I had four weeks in training, my task was cart training. The carts were powered so pulling them was nothing more than an effort in guiding them. They were ingenious. The pace was controlled by the tension on the pull bars. All I had to do was walk and the cart would follow. There was hardly any weight that I had to carry. All I had to do was pull with a few pounds of force and the cart moved. If I stopped the cart would brake. It would push me for a step or two but I couldn’t possibly be run over by it.
By the end of week five my endurance was unbelievable. I could trot nearly two miles without rest. They tested my endurance by putting me on the cart and having me pull until I was tired. They didn’t tell me that they were testing me but I had to keep trotting until I just couldn’t walk any more. I did seven and a half laps! Afterwards they told me how far I had marched. Pulling a cart and walking in these goofy boots I had walked two miles. That was crazy!
On my last day they brought a new outfit, a deep blue one. I no longer wore red. My entire outfit, corset, boots, bridle, and bit, were made of navy blue colored leather. The collar was made of gold leather with green emeralds.
I was so grateful to leave this complex for the final time, even if it meant a lifetime of being a ponygirl. It was six weeks of hell. I had suffered the indignation of being forced to act like an animal. I had seen others being treated even worse. I had seen the girls being trained in the kennels. I pitied them so much. I pitied myself!
Epilogue
President Emil Rothschild XXIII:
We had been invited to Prime Minister Horwath’s dinner on short notice. Our two countries had been at war only three years ago. While Grumm and Horwathia were of similar cultures and backgrounds, we did have our suspicions of each other. Our differences had been resolved several months ago when he offered six beautiful girls to us as a peace offering. We realized that our petty squabbles were gaining us no ground and, in fact, were costing both our countries billions for unnecessary expenditures on our armies. It was insane. We could make much better use of our resources.
After hearing of the program that Minister Horwath had endorsed in his country I immediately began looking into the possibility of establishing a training facility in our own country. Grumm’s population was primarily pure, perhaps because the rugged terrain wasn’t nearly as hospitable for the soft Americans. Horwath had a large Euro-American base to enslave. Therefore we would have to use their population until we could attract unsuspecting tourists to come here.
Arnie was the architect of the Horwathia facilities and through political channels we requested that the Prime Minister endorse his employment with us. There were a number of meetings with the Horwathia leader but the end result was quite acceptable to all. The agreement only helped cement our relationship and put us on a path toward true friendship.
Sigmund was actually a very interesting individual. I soon discovered that he enjoyed the look of bound women as much as I did. We both enjoyed talking about the training methods that were employed in the camp. Arnie provided us with video, giving us reports on the progress of the girls. He even provided us with secure live feeds of prospective candidates. We could choose a girl from right off the street without her knowing about it till the last second!
Arnie was a genius. There was no way around that fact. His skill at determining the best method for breaking these women and transforming them into pets and ponies was quite remarkable. He knew what they were going through. He knew what it took to make them do as he wished. He even knew how long each phase would take based on just a few observations. And he was hardly ever wrong.
We arrived at the 19th century castle around six that evening. I wanted to arrive in our ponygirl drawn coach but the distance would have been far too long. The Airport was over thirty miles away. Besides, we were being pelted daily with freezing rain and high winds. We left our girls home and instead just took four latex clad servants.
My wife was gorgeous in her blue velvet gown. She also wore a pearl choker and earrings. I had never seen her look so incredible!
We were greeted by two men and two women. The women were dressed in gold latex outfits that left no part of their bodies exposed. The women’s mouths were hidden behind flat masks that offered only holes for their nostrils. Even their eyes were covered by plastic lenses.
As the men led us to the reception area we noticed that every female servant was dressed in gold latex. Most wore hoods and masks but quite a few did not. Those that did not looked to be in their mid-forties to early fifties. The most amazing feature present on every female though was the presence of a tail. Some tails were long and others were quite short. When I asked one of the servants about this he said that each had previously been a pony or pet. So that explained it!
As honored guests we were taken directly to the front of the receiving line. My wife was greeted by Princess Cassandra while the Prime Minister shook my hand heartily. “I’m so grateful that you could make it, my friend,” Prime Minister Horwath exclaimed. “This horrific weather has put a strain on all our resources.”
“It’s the same in our country, although we’re dealing with large drifts of snow. Personally I’d rather have snow than this type of weather. Princess, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I am well, Mr. President.”
“Did you really spend two weeks on your hands and knees acting like a dog?” the first lady of Grumm asked.
“Closer to four actually. I can’t say I recommend it though. The accommodations are not up to our standards,” she quipped.
We all laughed but I noticed that her smile was subdued. She must have gone through hell, I realized. As we talked I found that she avoided the subject often. My wife, not known for her sensibility, kept pressing her on the subject. It must have been increasingly annoying for Cassandra to have to dodge the subject. So I decided to help.
“Dorothy, if you’re so interested in her experiences perhaps you might enjoy a tour. I’m certain our hostess would enjoy showing the kennels. If that isn’t sufficient, perhaps you’d like to spend a couple weeks there to learn first hand what these girls go through.”
“No!” Cassandra warned. “You don’t want any part of that life.”
Dorothy looked at Cassandra and realized what her husband was suggesting. “I suppose I should quit while I’m ahead. I didn’t realize you suffered so much, Cassandra. I apologize. I won’t bring the subject up again.”
“It’s OK. The memories of those weeks are still pretty fresh in my mind.”
A steward behind the Prime Minister spoke up. “Your Excellency, the line grows quite long. Perhaps we could arrange a more formal meeting a short while later.”
“Yes, of course. If you’ll pardon me, feel free to mingle. Arnie is wandering around somewhere. If there is time I will have someone bring you to my personal study when we are finished with these proceedings.”
“Of course,” I replied.
My wife and I separated. She went looking for the bar and I went looking for Arnie. I found him sitting at a table talking to his wife. He spotted me as I approached. “Mr. President,” he greeted.
His wife was stunning. That long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders in ripples of loveliness. She had obviously used the Rapunzel cream that Arnie’s staff had invented. She was dressed in a dark red strapless gown. She wore white elbow length gloves and a diamond necklace. She was exquisite.
“Is your wife here?” Tara asked.
“Yes. She’s wandering around somewhere.”
“I think I’ll go find her. It was a pleasure, Mr. President.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” I replied.
“So,” Arnie asked as I sat down. “How’s life in Grumm?”
I felt pretty silly at the moment so I said, “Glum. Glum Grumm, that’s where we live,” I smiled at Arnie.
“Can I get you anything? A drink, a pet?” he asked.
“All of the above if you don’t mind.”
Arnie looked around the hall and spotted a waiter. He came immediately. “How may I serve you, Gentlemen?” he asked.
We ordered drinks. I orders Scotch and soda. Arnie ordered a martini. While we waited Arnie scanned the floor for a wandering pet. I saw one pass fairly close to our table. When Arnie beckoned she crawled to our table immediately.
“Arf,” she barked, sitting on her heels and looking at us in an enthusiastic way.
Arnie scanned the name badge. “Jolene? I seem to remember that name. Aren’t you the one who swore you’d never pull a cart or march for us?”
“Arf,” the girl barked.
“This one was real trouble. We had her all set to be a show pony and she just kept going fetal on us. No matter how much we tried to convince her that the pony life was better she kept balling up in her room and letting the punishment shocks hit her.”
“I suppose some girls simply can’t listen to reason.”
“Unfortunately true. Shall we get started? Jolene, please proceed. You can do me after you’ve satisfied the president.”
The puppy crawled under the table and proceeded to open her mouth for me. With the tablecloth obscuring her actions she expertly unzipped my fly with her mouth then extracted my cock with her tongue. Before long my face seemed to light up with joy as the woman provided me with carnal pleasure. As she began working on Arnie’s zipper the steward arrived with the drinks. The steward paid no attention to the woman crawling under the table. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before.
Shortly after we had dismissed the puppy our wives returned. They had spotted the puppy crawling away from our table and knew what was happening. Rather than object, they instead were curious. Arnie’s wife, Tara, wanted to know every detail. As Arnie described what I had experienced, as well as what he remembered of her history, the president’s wife seemed captivated.
“I understand you’re being awarded a puppy and a pony,” the First Lady, Gina, noted.
“I didn’t want all the fuss,” he said.
“You deserve quite a bit of glory for all you’ve done. The work on our new facility is almost complete. We should be up and running in just another month. We already have the key personnel trained and your Prime Minister has promised the loan of quite a few helpers, what you call domestics. When the construction is complete we should be ready to operate in just a month or two.”
“Thank you, Mr. President. I did put a lot of work into getting your facility ready. I’m sure there’s a lot more work to come. I’ve brought in several people to assist that I trust completely. In addition, as backup, I’ve briefed my sister on all the details. Should there be any reason I cannot complete the project I’m sure she can. In fact, several innovations were her idea. The overhead track system was her idea as was the tongue grabbing bit. She’s smarter than me.”
“You are an amazing fellow. I’m honored to call you friend,” I said, as I patted him on the back.
We continued to chat for some time, talking about all sorts of inconsequential matters. We talked about weather, furniture, travel, and vacations. We talked about current events, past events, and future events. When we had run out of things to talk about our wives took up the subject of shopping. Neither of us was foolish enough to interrupt that conversation! We had been married far too long to get into that mess.
A steward summoned us to the main dining hall where the crowd was assembling. Honored guests took their places at the head of the huge horseshoe shaped table, respectfully remaining standing until the Prime Minister and his wife were seated. There were nearly one hundred people in the room. Arnie and his wife were on the Prime Minister’s left and my wife and I were on his right.
The meal consisted of roast duck a la orange with a pecan-orange glaze. The side dishes were oriental in nature, consisting of an exquisite rice pilaf, Thai spring rolls, vegetable medleys, and various other appetizers that were all exquisitely laid out on platters along the entire length of the table.
The Prime Minister waited for everyone to be seated then offered a toast. As was traditional, the first toast went to the visiting head of state. Of course that was me. “A toast,” he said. “To our good friend President Emil Rothschild XXIII, may his term in office be kind to him.”
I politely whispered a “Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister.”
After drinking the toast several other dedications were offered. First the minister offered a toast to his lovely wife, whom he credited with organizing the event, then to his staff for the actual work that was put into the banquet, and finally to Arnie, who was the recipient of praise from both of us as I seconded the Prime Minister’s commendation.
Arnie seemed befuddled by all the attention. He knew he was being given a pony and a puppy as gifts but he wasn’t prepared for all the attention. I had known Arnie for some time and knew he shunned praise and attention. He preferred his privacy and really didn’t care for the publicity. Still, I thought he handled it quite well.
His wife, Tara, beamed with admiration for her husband. She was so proud of him for all the work he had done. I had a high opinion of her but she did have an appetite for glory that was not necessarily in concert with her husband’s goals. She was intelligent and shrewd beyond comparison. She was an amazing adversary when it came to arguing a point. She never went over the line, instead allowing her opponent to box themselves in. I had lost many an argument to her during the countless debates we had in friendly discussions over the years. Yes, I did admire her greatly.
The dinner proceeded for the better part of an hour. There was music from a small band. They played various pieces from Bach, Chopin, and Beethoven. These were the Prime Minister’s favorites. I personally considered it “Elevator Music” and tended to tune it out. Instead I listened to the countless conversations, absorbing the intelligence information for later use. Alcohol tended to loosen tongues and I fully expected to pick out one or two tidbits that I might be able to use at a later time. Unfortunately I found no such items of interest.
I turned my attention to Arnie. He was pretty upset for some reason. The Prime Minister had just said something to him quietly. I couldn’t hear the conversation but Arnie stared at him with mouth agape. Arnie never seemed surprised at anything. The Prime Minister had something big up his sleeve. I was very curious.
When dessert was served Arnie just stared at the huge cake that was brought out. It was decorated with the national flag of Horwathia. The waitress, dressed and hooded in gold latex, placed the cake in front of my friend. Arnie was in shock. He just stared at the dessert. “Mr. Prime Minister, is Arnie OK?” I asked.
“Our friend was given some amazing news. I’d spoil the surprise if I let you in on the secret.”
So there was something going on. Now I was really curious. What could have stunned Arnie to such an extent that he literally had been turned into a basket case? I had never seen him like this. He was always so composed.
“Ladies and Gentlemen: please gather in the auditorium for something very special,” the head steward announced after the last pieces of cake were devoured.
The one hundred guests slowly proceeded from the dining room to the auditorium. The room was in fact a dance hall featuring a stage, an orchestra pit, and countless small tables and chairs. In the center of the dance floor was a covered mass. Two square crates of some sort were covered with black velvet cloths. One box was seven feet tall and three feet square. The other was roughly five feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. Other than the fact that there were rectangular containers under the coverings, no one had any idea what was hidden under them.
The Prime Minister and I chatted in the doorway, waiting for the crowd to settle into their seats. Once everyone was situated he beckoned Arnie and his wife to escort him into the room. As honored guests we were invited to join in the small entourage as well.
Several assistants took their places near the boxes as we walked to the center of the room. The surprise was about to be sprung. My curiosity was at a head. I had to know what was going on.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the head steward announced, “May I present our beloved Prime Minister.”
“Thank you Osmond,” the leader of Horwathia said as he took the microphone. “As you all know, I’ve been leading our great nation for the better part of sixteen years. With the help of my devoted servants, as well as the support of my loving family, I’ve lived an idyllic life. I’m sorry to say that this all must come to an end.”
I stood in shock with countless onlookers. We had all known the Prime Minister for so long we couldn’t possibly imagine another ruler in his place. The murmur from the crowd began to rise. They became silent when he raised his hand to continue.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the succession of rulers in this country has been based on the bloodline of my great, great grandfather. It would be fitting to pass on the reins to a son or daughter. Unfortunately I have no heir. Therefore in order for this country to continue its prosperity I have decided that one of you will succeed me. After careful consultation with my cabinet I put forth to them a single name. With heartfelt approval….”
“No!” Tara said out loud.
“We have decided to appoint Arnold Meyer as the next Prime Minister of Horwathia. Arnie, please come here,” the Prime Minister ordered.
Arnie staggered forward. “Our friend seems a little stunned.”
The crowd laughed for just a moment. “How about a hand for your next Prime Minister?”
The crowd began to applaud, standing in the process. The sight of Arnie’s face was almost comical. I knew he had been given some amazing news. But to go from the head of a state business to the leader of the entire country in just a few hours was something not often seen. In fact I don’t know of a single historical incident that compared.
“Mr. Prime Minister. I can’t possibly lead this country. I…”
“You are the most qualified person I know. I trust you implicitly. You’re organized and just. You don’t take unfair advantage of people. Who would you think would be a better choice? There are none in my cabinet qualified. They are all too young and inexperienced. You have character. You have intelligence. You will lead this nation.”
“Can I think about it?” he asked, smiling at the gentleman.
“Absolutely not!” he replied, laughing the huge belly laugh. The crowd and I began laughing out loud and applauding.
“I guess I’m your man then. Tara, where are you?” he asked.
“Drinks!” The prime minister demanded. We need drinks. We must toast our new leader! Long life and prosperity to our new Prime Minister and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Meyer.
The crowd raised their glasses and toasted the new minister. Applause broke out again.
“Uh, what’s in the box? I asked the old PM.
His eyes went wide. “Oh my God! I almost forgot!” Turning to the crowd he raised his hand to gather their attention. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I nearly forgot my present to the new minister. As some of you older gents are aware there is a tradition in Horwathia that was started with my great, great grandfather’s inauguration. When a new ruler takes the reins he must be presented with a dog and a horse. The dog represents unending loyalty and the horse represents tireless duty and devotion. My father altered this tradition somewhat as a statement against the great invasion. When I took office my present was a human dog and pony. My girls have just about run their lifespan in these roles and will be retired to domestic service soon. It is only fitting that I continue the tradition by offering my good friend a fresh pair of females. Osmond, if you would?”
Osmond ordered two stewards to pull the cloth from each structure. Inside two Plexiglas containers were Cleo and Dina, pony and puppy. The girls had been specially prepared for the presentation. Each had been meticulously groomed. Each girl was dressed in gold colored latex with red leather corsets. Their boots were gold as well. Any hair that was exposed, including their tails, was liberally sprinkled with gold dust. Both wore gold hoods, Cleo’s being open-faced, Dina’s being a full latex hood. From their heads hung huge plumes of hair that was pushed through eight inch tubes to make it stand out stiffly from their head and drape down their backs. Dina’s mouth was filled with a gold ball that stretched her mouth and protruded from the orifice of the latex hood. Cleo’s head was encompassed by a gold bridle with a matching gold bit. And each wore jeweled collars.
The girls were each mounted in frames that kept them on their knees. Cleo knelt upright on a four foot high pedestal while Dina was placed on all fours on a four foot high platform. Each was secured at arms, legs and neck by special manacles.
“Congratulations, Mr. Prime Minister,” the old prime minister said.
“They’re magnificent,” my wife said. “Absolutely amazing.”
Arnie:
The whole affair was such a shock to me that I didn’t have any sense of what I was doing for nearly two weeks. The old minister’s staff provided me with all I needed to acclimate to the new position. It still didn’t register. Was I really the ruler of this country? I still couldn’t accept that.
My sister hadn’t been present at the inauguration. She was invited but she thought it was just a state dinner. She had no clue that such a thing was going to happen. When she discovered the turn of events she cursed a blue streak! “Why did I ever turn the invitation down?” she kept saying to herself.
I gave her a big hug and asked her to stand at my side when my coronation took place in the coming days. I also asked a favor of her. I asked her to finish the facility in Grumm. She seemed honored and grateful to accept the task. “I know you’ll do a fantastic job,” I told her.
Perhaps that was the moment I realized that I was the leader of this land. I began to feel like a manager. I had unlimited resources. I could have virtually any pony or puppy I pleased. I looked forward to touring the countryside in a sleigh pulled by ponygirls. I especially wanted to play with the newest puppy, which at this time was learning the wants and desires of my wife.
The two gifts were just the start of an entire stable and kennel of females. I enjoyed their company and service frequently. As winter faded into spring I took Cleo out in a single seater to visit the country. With warmer afternoons I pushed her to her maximum endurance as she pulled my ornate cart through the streets of the local towns. I kept up a conversation with the local populace, most of whom had accepted the new mode of transportation. They truly appreciated the beauty as well as the practicality of a ponygirl. Their acceptance of the puppies was not so well received, however.
The willingness of the population to put girls into puppy roles diminished in our country. However, in Grumm the demand grew to unbelievable proportions. My sister had worked with the President of Grumm, lending the girls out for free during certain holiday weekends. This exposed the men and women to their charms, hooking them in the process. The acceptance in Grumm was nearly as slow as in Horwathia. But at some point, perhaps six months after I took office, the demand in Grumm skyrocketed. And so did the price.
We weren’t geared for such production. My sister had anticipated the situation far better than we had. She had built a kennel five times larger than our own and made a deal with us. We would each produce only one product. She would produce the puppies and we would specialize in ponies. It made sense. The costs would remain low and our population would be well supplied.
Some may say that the demands we placed on the American women were harsh and abusive. I admit that it appears that way. But we had a culture to preserve. We couldn’t let our history become diluted by an invasion of foreign culture. In addition we had energy problems, a dying economy, and an unhappy population. We needed something drastic. Putting these women into these positions of servitude kept our two countries thriving. In the end, doesn’t the need of the many outweigh the needs of a few?
The End.