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emeraldgryphon -> New slaves on the villa. (7/23/2012 10:20:35 PM)
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The late morning sun slanted down into the stables as the sounds of echoing horsehooves dwindled in the distance, leaving Lars alone in the courtyard, holding a chain of five male slaves, each tightly bound, gagged, and hooded in black leather straps and steel chains. His partner and lover Diana had just left to see about the purchase of a few other slaves, mostly female, intended as serving slaves. They had just moved here recently, purchasing the charming old villa and farm outside of the city after certain investments had paid off handsomely, and Diana had seen immediately that the villa had extensive stables, both for horses and human ponies, and she had set about acquiring good stock as soon as they had finished moving in.
This was the first group, and she had asked him to see to their initial cleansing while she was out, to allow her an easier time of fitting them with proper horsetails when she returned. He turned, leading the chain into the stables and down a short hallway to a larger room, cool and airy in the summer and well insulated and warm in the winter. Near the middle of the room was a long stone trough, set in the floor with a short wall on the backside and a long, low beam on the other side, almost like a hitching post that ran the length of the trough at about two and a half feet off the floor. On the other side of the beam was a wooden pillory, of matching length with the beam, set with wrist and neck openings, with each position opening separately from those to either side of it. There were twelve such positions, and beside of each position on the beam was a tall pole, attached directly to the beam, each one with a rubber bag hanging on it by a hook, and with a hose and nozzle dangling down. Each bag was empty - for now. At one end of the stone trough was a floor drain, and at the other end was a water pump that had its spout directly over the end of the trough.
It was to this arrangement that Lars took the chain, attaching it securely to a stone holding post near the water pump and then taking the end slave off the chain and marching him to the first position. He controlled the male easily, forcing him to bend over the beam and placing his head in the waiting stock and closing it with a mechanical click. The stocks were key-opened, and like everything in the villa there were twelve keys, and the locks for anything could be reset to a different pin set so as to make any key except for the match to the current pin set unusable. Lars had the current key on his belt, and tested it now, satisfying himself that the key was still current. Most of the locks and all of the collar locks also featured an automatic pin reset, usually after a certain number of openings. He then freed the slave's hands, one at a time, and placed them in the waiting wrist stocks. When these were secure he placed steel restraints around the slave's ankles, shortening them so as to force his legs far apart. Bent over like that, feet far apart, in wrist and neck stocks the slave had little balance and little leverage. He would stay right there until Diana returned.
Lars continued, taking each slave from the chain and placing him over the beam like the first, never deviating from the procedure. None of them struggled, after all where would they go? Trussed as they were, hooded and gagged they wouldn't get far. When the last one was secure he went to a nearby shelf and retrieved a large pitcher and returned to the water pump, reaching up to pull down a hose that dangled from the ceiling. It went up to a closed cistern set on the roof where water was heated by the rays of the sun. He screwed the end of the hose into the side of the water pump and opened the valve, testing the heat of the water and mixing it with the cold water from the pump by means of a knob that controlled the cold water until it was still very warm, but not hot. Lars then filled the pitcher and went down the line, filling the open top bags hanging beside each position, making three trips to do so as each pitcherful filled two bags.
As he filled the last bag he found his thoughts wandering back to how helpless they were, and how they were unable to stop what was going to happen to them - cleaned out, harnessed, ponytailed, and hitched to Diana's new cart and used for transport around the farm surrounding the villa itself. He found himself thinking about what it must be like, helpless over the beam, and he realized he was very aroused by the thought of being over the beam as well, bucking his hips slightly as his cock swelled. As he moved he felt the key jingling at his side, and he looked guiltily around, checking the angle of the sun. Barely an hour had passed since Diana had left, and the villa was deserted except for a few house slaves, but they would never venture out here. She wouldn't be back for hours, he knew, and resolved now he turned and emptied the pitcher into the sixth bag on the beam, watching it swell as it filled.
Moving quickly he shut the door into the room and set the pitcher back on the shelf. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he couldn't seem to think straight. He went over to a wall cabinet and after hesitating a moment, opened it to reveal more harnesses, hoods, and gags as he unbuckled his kilt and dropped it to the ground and pulled his tunic over his head. Naked now, he sorted through the harnesses for one that would fit him and after some struggles with it, buckled it around his chest, pulling the straps tight. Next was the gag, fitting tightly into his mouth and buckling behind his head. As he reached for the hood another item caught his attention and his breath caught in his throat as he tugged it free and realized what it was - a locking slave collar like the ones the others wore. It must have gotten packed with the pony gear by mistake, as Diana kept all of the collars in a locked box upstairs.
Gently he picked it up, feeling his cock swell even harder, and he brought the ends together until they clicked shut. He tested it then, trying to open it by strength alone, but it was so tight as to almost be one piece. He grabbed for the key, his pulse pounding in his ears, and fitted it into the collar lock. It opened. He had the collar key as well! He knew this was unusual, because Diana usually kept collars and other locks pin set to different keys. This one had never been reset. He wondered how many times it had been opened, and how far it was from its automatic reset. No worries, Lars thought. Even if it would change pin sets, the other keys are over on the wall, and he would simply be able to get them, going through each one if necessary before Diana returned. He placed the collar around his neck then, feeling himself shudder at the feel of it as it closed, and then with a click the ends closed. He was wearing a slave collar! No, he knew, he now was a slave, a collared one under the law. Of course, no one but he knew what he had done.
He picked up the hood and the key and moved back to where the slaves were moaning in the pillory, stepping into position at the sixth place on the beam and reaching down to place the steel shackles around his ankles before leaning forward to lower himself into the pillory. First he locked the right wrist restraint and satisfied himself that he could get the key into the lock before placing his head in the opening and buckling the hood tight under his chin. The pillory gate closed about his neck as he lowered it and it too locked into place. His cock was hard and straight, more aroused than he had ever been as he balanced the wrist pillory on the point of falling into place and quickly lowered his other wrist into the pillory before shaking the pillory with his shoulders. He did so twice before he felt the impact of the gate dropping shut and the click of the lock. He was now held almost as helplessly as the others, unable to see or speak, for all outside observation just another slave in a pillory, waiting for his Mistress to return.
Lars savored the position, feeling how helpless it would be, straining against the pillory, trying to expel the gag, feeling himself drooling around the gag onto the floor below, feeling his ass exposed for what was hanging behind him. He stayed that way for over hour, well past noon before he realized he still had to cleanse the slaves before Diana returned so they would be ready for their ponytails. His arousal was still just as intense as it was before, and he dallied longer still, losing himself in erotic imaginings of actually being helpless in the pillory. Like the other slaves, Lars found himself moving his hips, trying to grind himself to an orgasm, but there was nothing to contact - even the beam was too high. Finally he turned his hand to insert the key into the lock, and found that it was far more difficult to do in this position and unable to see. Terrified of dropping the key Lars carefully turned his hand in the pillory, pushing the key towards what he knew was the strikeplate and the keyhole over and over for the better part of an hour until it finally went in - halfway. Puzzled, he wiggled his fingers to try to push the key all the way in, and it went in further, but he couldn't tell if it was in all the way or not as he grasped it and tried to turn it.
Inside the hood, unable to see or speak, Lars realized the key wasn't turning at all. To his horror he understood that the pin set must have reset itself - and that he no longer had the right key. He thrust his neck against the pillory then, desperately, and pulling the key out he tried to push it into the collar lock, but he knew that those locks generally all reset at about the same time. Sure enough, the key would not turn. Moaning in real terror now, he bucked and strained, fighting the pillory and the shackles, but like the others he simply didn't have the balance or leverage to put any strength behind his attempts to free himself. Nonononononono.
An hour later Lars collapsed weakly in his restraints, exhausted by his failure to free himself, and his eyes closed in sleep, intending to only rest a few minutes before trying again.
He woke suddenly to the sound of voices entering the room, Diana! and her female bodyslave. He froze in terror, unsure of what to do as they moved into the room. "Shall I see to the new serving slaves, Mistress?" "No, stay with me, I'll need some help with this group". He heard Diana's voice as she moved past him on the right, and then she exclaimed, "Where is Lars! I asked him to clean this group out, and he's had all day to do so, and here they are, still in place with full bags! I was hoping to ... take all ... five of them ....." Diana's voice trailed off, and Lars knew that the game was up. Her voice sounded again, much closer. "Tell me Melody, how is it I left five slaves here when we rode out and I return to six?"
Lars heard nothing for a moment, and he was wondering where she was when a hand grabbed his cock. "I know this cock. Why is this cock in my pillory?" The gag was loosened and removed and as soon as it came out words followed in a rush. "Please, I was just trying it out, I wanted to see what it felt like, please let me out." Diana placed a hand over his mouth. "Why didn't you do as I asked you to do? Now I'm behind schedule, as these slaves have to be cleaned out. I won't be able to take them out tonight, as a storm is moving in. I'll just have to settle for getting them ponytailed tonight." Lars tried again, "Please Diana, I'm sorry. Look, let me out and I'll clean them out right now." "Oh no. Melody will see to that. You're not going anywhere until I say so." Somewhere to his left he could hear Melody taking down the hose and nozzle, and the the surprised moan of the first slave as it went in. "Go ahead and nozzle all of the slaves, Melody. I'm going to be talking to Lars a while yet." "So, you just wanted to see how it felt, How do you like it now?" Lars found himself unable to speak from the humiliation of it, and he could feel his cheeks burning inside the hood. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could find no words. To his left he heard the next two slaves gasp in surprise around their gags as their nozzles were inserted as well. Diana spoke again. "You're not answering me, speak up!" His chin was suddenly lifted as Diana cupped it with her hand, and his hair fell back a bit to either side exposing the collar around his throat. "What is a collar doing around your throat?" Her voice was low, and dangerous. "It was in the supply closet with the rest of the gear. I just wanted to ...." "See what it felt like." she finished. Again to his left came the grunt and gasp as two more nozzles were inserted.
"I would have been out of it hours ago but the pin sets changed. This wasn't my fault!" He struggled with the pillory, hearing nothing. Suddenly a hand touched the small of his back and he felt something cold and wet touching his anus. He surged forward as fast he could go, trying to get away. "Now waitaminute Melody!!!" he yelled. "Hey!!! She said nozzle the slaves! Stop!!!" The touch at his entrance hesitated, waiting. "Diana!!" he yelled. Her calm voice came back to him from across the room. "What are you wearing around your neck?" Lars closed his mouth and didn't answer. "Answer me or she puts that nozzle in." Resignedly he mumbled, "A collar." "Whose collar?" "Your collar."
"And who put it on you?" "I did." "Are you aware of what that means?" Lars hesitated for long seconds, but when he felt Melody preparing to push the nozzle home he answered "Yes." Diana walked closer to him, and he could smell her perfume as she trailed fingers down his body before suddenly gripping a nipple and squeezing tight enough to make him cry out. "Yes, Who??" She twisted and pinched hard, making him cry out in pain before he gasped out, "Yes Mistress!" She released his nipple, and as he gasped in pain she replaced the gag in his mouth and walked away. He heard a chair drawn up nearby. "Nozzle him." Inside the hood he cried out in protest and anger, gasping as Melody slid the nozzle inside him and attached a thin leather strap to the beam to hold the thing in. Once it was in she stepped away, leaving him to deal with the intruder.
"Are they all in, Melody?" "Yes Mistress." "Open them. I intend to enjoy this." One by one the slaves to his right all gasped as Melody walked down the line opening the hose clamps, and then he realized she was behind him. He felt the hose shake a little, and then came a click. Almost immediately he felt the first water gush into him, and it wasn't warm any longer. The others were gasping now as the flow continued, and Lars realized his own moans were part of the sounds filling the room. "They're all open, Mistress." Melody said. Diana got up, boots clicking across the stone floor to stand beside him. "Seeing how it feels? How do you like it .....slave?" He could only moan in answer, trying to beg her to stop the water, to take the nozzle out, but the gag was too tight and all that came out were unintelligible noises. "Good. When they've finished evacuating, harness them all with the pony gear and let me know. Once that's done I'll ponytail all six of them and stall them until morning when I'm taking a six pony team out for a ride."
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