Chapter Seventeen: A Week at the Races
Slut marcie was only vaguely aware of the nurse smearing some sort of ointment on her back, ass, and legs. A voice far away in a distant fog was saying, “She’s physically OK. There are deep bruises, but the skin was not broken. There are no internal injuries. The ointment will help her to heal very rapidly. She just needs rest. Let her sleep until she wakes on her own.”
The darkness was calling louder than the distant voice so slut marcie let herself submerge once again in the deep blackness. When she next awoke, she was lying face down on her bunk. No, it wasn’t her bunk. There was no upper bunk above her and she was on a pad, not a mattress. She was in slut zero’s bunk.
As she lifted her head to look around, she felt a strange heaviness on her neck. Reaching up she could feel a heavy leather collar. Using her finger to trace the letters deeply inscribed on the front, she realized that it said, “slut zero.”
“Are you OK?” a voice asked from above her. She turned her head to see slut jj standing next to the bed looking very concerned. “Sarge said you were supposed to be allowed to rest this morning and that someone was supposed to watch over you.”
She smiled weakly and said, “Trustee brenda wanted to have slut david watch, but trustee yvonne said it would be better if it was someone you trusted… in case you weren’t totally with it when you woke up.”
Slut marcie pushed herself up to her hands and knees on the bed and said, “I don’t know how with-it I am, but I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.
Slut jj giggled and slut marcie glowered at her.
“Sorry,” she said, “but your back is red and purple all the way up and down except where the belts protected your kidneys and your neck. The white areas do look sort of like tire tracks.”
She then looked down at her friend and said anxiously, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What do you mean?” asked slut marcie.
“You took that whip away from trustee brenda and hit her with it so that you would get flogged.” Slut jj started crying, “I know you did. I could tell by the look on your face. I don’t know why you did it, but I know you did it intentionally. What is going on?”
Slut marcie pulled slut jj down onto the bed with her. “You are safer if you don’t know,” she said softly. “Yes, it was intentional.” She gave a short huff of a laugh, and said, “And no, I don’t enjoy pain, but it was necessary. It will all become clear soon.”
“I know you aren’t a painslut,” slut jj said softly, “but even if you aren’t a painslut, getting all turned on helps change what the pain is doing to your body.” She then started stroking slut marcie’s breasts and stomach.
“I know you mean well, jj,” slut marcie said, “but I really don’t need this.”
“But I do,” slut jj replied, almost crying. “You are my friend and you are hurting and this is the only thing that I can do for you.”
Slut marcie said nothing, but instead relaxed back onto the bed. Her back stung as the rough pad pressed against it, but that sting was soon lost in the pleasure which slut jj’s skilled hands and tongue were giving her.
Slut jj took her time, working slowly from suckling slut marcie’s nipples to flicking her tongue in and out of her naval to the first tentative laps along slut marcie’s labia. She was tantalizing and arousing slut marcie’s body very, very slowly. It was as if slut jj was trying to build a slow fire within slut marcie rather than an orgasm.
For over two hours, slut jj kept the embers of that fire burning within slut marcie. Then a klaxon sounded in the distance and she brought the embers into full flame, quickly taking her injured friend into a shuddering orgasm.
When slut marcie’s breath seemed to have returned to normal, slut jj said, “That was the noon meal call. We both need to run through the showers before we go over to lunch. Otherwise, they will know we’ve been at it.
“Won’t my wet hair give it away anyway?” slut marcie asked.
Slut jj looked down at the ground. “You… You’re… slut zero now,” she stuttered out softly.
Slut marcie raised her hand to head. Instead of the few inches of hair she expected, her hand ran across a totally smooth scalp.
“They creamed you while you were still unconscious in the infirmary,” slut jj said quietly. “Trustee brenda wanted them to use the permanent stuff, but Sarge told them that they had better stick to the regs or…”– she dropped her voice and tried to make it as gravelly as she could– “‘your ass is mine.’”
Both slut marcie and slut jj giggled lightly as they hurried over to the showers.
A short while later, they hurried into the mess hall. The rest of the squad was already eating. The beginning of a new segment of the boot camp evidently carried new rewards. There were plates with what looked like simple sandwiches on them.
Sluts marcie and jj started toward the table, but stopped when they realized there was only one empty place. “You haven’t earned that,” trustee brenda’s voice said from behind slut marcie. “Or more accurately, what you once earned has been taken away.”
Slut marcie looked over at the wall. There was one set of penis bottles on the floor. Above them a large sign said, “slut zero.”
As slut marcie got down to her hands and knees to suck in her meal, trustee brenda walked over and stood behind her. “You do have a nice looking cunt and asshole,” she said derisively. “Someone is going to enjoy using both of them once you have been properly broken in as the true slave that you are.”
She laughed again and said, “By the way, you and your even sluttier friend will be pulling my chariot from now on. I would prefer to have a matched pair of true ponyslaves, but you two are as close as I can get… for now.”
Slut marcie wasn’t sure if that was a taunt or a threat. She tried not to respond, but the threat was aimed at both of them and her fear for her friend jj caused her body to tense as she continued to suckle the penis nipples to draw in her lunch.
Slut marcie quickly finished the two bottles and looked around. Since the squad remained seated at their table, she remained on her hands and knees near her bottles. A few minutes later, trustee yvonne came over to the table and said, “Five minutes.”
She returned five minutes later and said, “Box in, to the stables, column of two, slut zero at the end.”
The sluts quickly formed the column and began jogging toward the stables. Slut marcie rose from the floor and followed them to the stables.
To her surprise, trustee brenda entered the stables right behind them and stood nearby as trustee yvonne tacked up sluts marcie and jj as well as sluts julia and aina.
“Since you were gone this morning,” she said, “you missed my explanation of segment three. Our morning run is now a ride for the Masters-to-be.” She huffed and said with a sneer, “If you were still part of that group, slut zero, I would have had to put you back in a cart.” She paused and gave a quick, artificial, smile before adding, “But since you aren’t, I will have you and your slut friend jj pulling my chariot. Useless slut julia will join equally useless slut aina pulling trustee yvonne.”
She started to turn away and then suddenly spun back around, “Oh, yes… the segment three schedule,” she said. “Each of the four weeks will be different. The first week will be perfecting your ponyslut skills. Proven ponysluts are quite popular with the Masters and Mistresses who do business with Box M. Mornings will still be pony laps around the canyon rim, but the afternoons will be different.
Afternoons will be a series of races. These races will show who the potential thoroughbred winners actually are. The top four for the week are eligible for the slave-in-training camp at no additional charge.”
Under other circumstances, that would have been a tempting offer for slut jj, but with slut marcie now removed from the Masters-in-training, all she really wanted to do was to complete the boot camp and go home.
“I will explain what the other three weeks are at the beginning of each week,” trustee brenda said. She laughed and added, “That way it won’t spoil the surprise.”
As she was speaking, she walked into a small room on the side of the barn. She came back carrying what looked like two crowns shaped like broken silver bowls. “I think we need to display your bald head and collar to the world,” she said gleefully as she slipped the silver bands on both slut jj and slut zero. A large inverted ‘V’ of silver went back over their heads like partial yarmulkes. The point was at the very top of slut marcie’s now shining head.
“They stopped using these here at Box M,” she explained, “because sometimes they got too hot in the sun. So if you get too hot, let me know and I will pour water over them.” She laughed again, it sounded almost like a giggle, and then she said, “Or maybe I will just fry eggs on them.”
Laughing, she stepped into her chariot and barked out, “To the race track. Prance Step. Half-speed.” Sluts marcie and jj began pulling the chariot out of the stables. Because they were approximately the same height, their legs were in perfect synchronization as they slowly high-stepped their way over to the track.
Directly behind trustee brenda’s chariot was slut pamela, pulling slut molly’s cart. They were followed by slut stephanie pulling slut molly, slut ellen pulling slut vivian, slut grace pulling slut tracy, slut paula pulling slut powers, and slut juney pulling slut david. Following slut david’s cart, slut gertrude was pulling slut gerrard. Bringing up the rear was slut julia pulling trustee yvonne in her cart and slut aina pulling trustee yvonne’s empty chariot.
The races were held tournament-style with both a winners’ and losers’ bracket. Trustee brenda had decided that trustee yvonne’s chariot ponies should have a chance to race and win or lose on their own. She also was planning a race of the two chariots.
When the column reached the track, trustee brenda ordered the drivers to line up their carts on the infield near the finish line. She then called out, “Slut zero, slut jj to the starting line.” She seemed to take great joy calling out the name ‘slut zero.’”
Once her chariot was at the starting line she stepped out and yelled, “Sluts molly and molly to the starting line.”
When the carts were in place, trustee brenda explained, “Today our races will all be in prancing step. The winning driver will receive his or her choice of beverages with their meals tomorrow. The losing ponyslut will receive 5 swats on the spanking bench from each of her squad mates. Trustee yvonne’s chariot team will be divided for two races, even though slut aina has no chance of winning anything.”
She laughed and shook her head as she added, “with those chubby legs and that squat body, she will never be able to prance or trot.”
Slut aina hung her head in shame as trustee brenda continued her explanation of the day’s events. “For the chariot race that comes at the end of the day,” she said loudly,“there will be no winner, only a loser.”
She turned to look over at sluts marcie and jj and said with a sneer, “The chariot driver will decide which of the ponysluts was not giving full effort and caused the loss. That pony will also receive five swats from each of her squad mates.”
Slut jj was wide-eyed with fear, but slut marcie– slut zero– stared back at her impassively.
Trustee brenda got back into her chariot and turned to the side to face the two carts. “The race is two complete laps,” she said. “I will count down from three and then say ‘Go!’ We will all start on the word, ‘Go.’ I will stay alongside making sure that you stay in proper step through both laps.”
Slut jj turned to look at slut marcie. She wanted to say, “That means we will have to run every race,” but with the bit in her mouth, it just came out as mumbled syllables.
Trustee brenda took her reins and her whip in her hands and called out, “Three, two, one, GO!” The snap of her whip against slut marcie’s ass cheek provided the emphases to the word, “Go.”
As soon as the chariot began to move, trustee brenda yelled out, “Prance step, try to stay just ahead of the lead cart.”
With two ponies pulling the chariot, it was relatively easy– for the first race– to keep ahead of the lead cart. Slut molly won by almost a full cart length. Slut vivian won the second race; slut powers the third; and slut david, after losing the third race, won the fourth.
Between races, trustee yvonne made sure that sluts marcie and jj had liquids. It tasted like the sports drink, but had a strange taste to it, like it was a lot sweeter. Slut marcie pulled back from the odd taste at first, but trustee yvonne said, “It’s got a sugar stuff in it for energy. There are ten races. You are going to be prancing five miles… and that doesn’t include the final chariot race.”
A puddle of water appeared on the ground between slut jj’s legs. Slut marcie wasn’t sure if jj was that afraid or just reliving herself.
“We will start our winners bracket first,” trustee brenda yelled out. “Slut molly versus slut vivian and then slut powers against slut david. Slut vivian won easily. Slut powers and slut david were very close.
“I want to be exactly even with the front of the ponies,” trustee brenda called out to sluts marcie and jj. To be sure they got the message, she popped each of them on the ass with her whip. They sped up slightly so that the wheels of the chariot– and trustee brenda– were exactly lined up with sluts paula and juney as they pulled the carts.
As the ponysluts crossed the finish line, trustee brenda called out, “And the winner is… slut david by a nipple.” She laughed and said loudly, “If slut paula had bigger tits, it might have been a tie.”
She reined her ponies into the infield to circle back to the starting line and called out, “Sluts david and powers tend to your ponies. Sluts molly and tracy to the starting line.
The two drivers brought their carts to the mark and trustee brenda once again did the, “Three, two, one, go!”
It was no contest from the start. Slut pamela, who was pulling slut molly, was prancing with a slightly odd gait and was much, much slower than slut grace, who was pulling slut tracey. About half-way around the track the odd gait became extreme and trustee brenda began waving her arm up and down signally the racers to stop. At the same time, she was pulling back on the reins bringing sluts marcie and jj to a stop.
When everyone was stopped, she reached down and picked up a small radio that was evidently attached to the inside wall of her chariot. She raised it to her mouth and said, “Sarge, this is trustee brenda at the race track. I have a ponyslut that needs to be taken to the infirmary.”
She then looked down at slut molly and said, “Walk her to the infield and remove the tack. Then walk your cart back to the stables and return here double time.”
Slut molly looked slightly confused– most likely because it was the first time anyone had seen trustee brenda concerned about one of the sluts. She recovered quickly, however, and stepped out of her cart while at the same time saying, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
A few moments later, one of the Box M vans pulled into the raceway. A camo-clad woman got out of the passenger side and opened the back doors. There was a Gurney and other ambulance equipment in the back. “Can you walk?” she asked slut pamela, who nodded her head yes.
As the woman helped slut pamela into the back of the van, the driver walked over to trustee brenda and said, “A message from Sarge. He said to tell you that it would be better if you had the ponies walking while they were waiting so their muscles didn’t cool down too far. Other than that, he has no complaints about how things are going today.”
She started to walk away and then turned back and said just loud enough for trustee brenda– and sluts marcie and jj– to hear, “You must have really pissed him off.” Then pointing to cameras mounted on the grandstand she continued, “He’s been watching the monitors himself all day.”
“That explains the sudden concern for our welfare,” slut marcie thought to herself. “Trustee brenda knows that big Sarge is watching her.”
As soon as the infirmary van had left the infield, trustee brenda called out, “Slut tracey, you will race in the losers’ finals.” She gave her artificial smile and added, “That is either bad news for you or for the loser of the next race.”
She snapped her whip above her ponysluts’ heads and barked out, “Sluts david and yvonne to the starting line.”
Trustee yvonne reddened with anger, but said nothing. Instead, she flipped the reins slightly indicating that slut julia should move forward.
As she was guiding slut julia to the starting line, trustee brenda called out, “I don’t want to see any of the ponies standing still. If you are not racing, I want you walking the infield just below the track.” She paused and looked around as if thinking and then yelled, “Walk in a clockwise direction. That way you can see the carts on the track coming toward you.”
She then snapped slut marcie on the ass and commanded, “In position for the next race.”
Once everyone was in position at the starting line, trustee brenda started the race. Again the winner was obvious from the beginning, but it wasn’t because one of the ponies was injured. Slut julia, even injured, was much faster than slut juney. A Prance Race isn’t really very fast, but slut julia had finally figured out how to get proper forward movement while keeping form while slut juney was still bouncing up and down much more than she was going forward.
“Final pair for the winners’ bracket,” trustee brenda called out. “I want the winners of the semi-finals on the track… now!”
Sluts vivian and powers guided their carts to the starting line. Slut ellen and slut paula were fast– and good. Both keep exact form as they moved quickly around the track.
Sluts marcie and jj were having trouble keeping up with the race and started to fall slightly behind. They had fallen back almost even with the wheels of slut vivian’s cart when trustee brenda began snapping her whip so that the very tip popped sharply on slut marcie’s and then slut jj’s ass. After the whip had popped five or six times, the chariot was again running just ahead of the racers.
Slut jj turned her head for a quick look and could see that sweat was pouring off both slut ellen and slut paula. Slut paula, however, seemed to be almost gasping for breath while slut ellen was still breathing evenly.
Despite their fatigue, the two sluts managed to stay neck and neck all the way to the final stretch. Both slut vivian and slut powers began using the whip to urge their ponies on, but slut paula had no more to give. She did not lose speed, but she was unable to speed up, and slut ellen pulled ahead of her. Slut vivian won the race by almost a full cart length.
“Walk your ponies a full lap before going into the infield,” trustee brenda called out. She then looked up at the cameras for a moment before snapping her whip angrily on slut jj’s asscheek. Slut marcie heard her mutter almost under her breath, “Asshole.” It was obvious she knew Sarge was watching and just as obvious that she didn’t like it.
“Losers on the track,” she yelled out loudly. When sluts gerrard and tracey had guided their carts into position, trustee brenda called out, “This is a final losers’ race. You don’t get anything if you win, but if you lose, your pony gets strapped to the spanking bench as soon as we get back to the barracks and every slut in the squad gives her five swats with the leather paddle on their way to the showers.”
She smiled and said, “So, my sweet little ponysluts, unless you are an extreme painslut that really wants your ass on fire, I would encourage you to try your best to win.”
She then yelled out quickly, “Three, two, one, GO!” and the two carts, as well as her chariot, quickly came up to speed. Slut gerrard– or more correctly, slut gertrude– tried, but slut grace was just much faster. It was close only because slut tracey held her pony back slightly so it wouldn’t look so bad.
“And our loser for the day,” trustee brenda shouted out at the end of the race, “is slut gertrude.”
As the two carts returned to the infield, she yelled, “But we will deal with that later. It’s time for our chariot race.”
She looked down at slut marcie and slut jj as she added, “And remember, the driver of the losing chariot decides which of her ponies was responsible for the loss.”
There was no doubt who would win the race. Sluts marcie and jj had already pranced five miles. Trustee yvonne’s team had only gone a mile and a half. If everyone were properly rested, slut aina, with her short legs, and slut julia, still recovering from her injuries, would be much slower than either slut marcie or slut jj, but with sluts marcie and jj both near exhaustion, sluts julia and aina would easily out-prance them.
To everyone’s surprise– especially slut jj’s– it was a close race. They almost won. And it wasn’t because trustee brenda was popping them on the ass for the whole half-mile. It wasn’t because slut julia’s injury slowed down trustee yvonne’s team so badly. It was purely and simply because slut marcie didn’t want to give trustee brenda the satisfaction of setting her up to receive eighty swats with the leather paddle.
Actually it turned out to be seventy-five swats because slut pamela was still at the infirmary. After the ponies were un-tacked and the squad returned to the barracks, trustee brenda personally restrained slut gertrude in the spanking bench just outside the doors.
A second bench had been set up alongside it while the sluts were at the race track. Trustee brenda pointed at the bench and said to slut marcie, “I think you will get to know this bench very well before boot camp is over.” She laughed and added, “Maybe I should put a sign on it– ‘Reserved for slut zero.’”
Slut marcie said nothing, but merely knelt on the bench so the trustee could bind her in place.
“We will do slut gertrude first,” trustee brenda said. “I want you to line up in reverse slut number order. Each of you will give her five swats with this.” She held up a leather paddle slightly larger than the one which was often tied around her waist.
The sluts lined up as ordered. Slut david was at the head of the line. His first swat snapped loudly and slut gertrude screamed. Evidently, neither the snap nor the scream was loud enough for trustee brenda. She shouted out, “I want you to put your arm into it. If I think you are holding back, you will trade places with slut gertrude and then we will start over… at ten swats from each slut in the squad.”
Slut david’s second swat was more than a snap. It was a loud “Thwack!” which seemed to reverberate in the space between the front of the barracks and the other nearby buildings. Slut gertrude’s scream was also louder.
The swats of the paddle remained loud as the next slut took her place to swing… and the next… and the next… and the next. Slut gertrude’s screams continued to get louder until the seventh or eighth slut had finished paddling her. By then, her voice was growing so hoarse from screaming that her cries were more of just a gurgling wail. By the time slut julia took the paddle, slut gertrude was reduced to pathetic whimpering as she begged, “Please, no more… no more… no more.” She did not, however, resort to the Box M safeword which would have stopped her torment– and ended her time at Box M.
“Maybe you will prance faster next time,” trustee brenda said with a sneer. “Or to be more accurate, trot faster. Tomorrow we work on trotting.”
Slut gertrude did not respond to the trustee, but instead continued to sob softly as she lay strapped to the spanking bench. “Leave her there for now,” trustee brenda ordered. “It’s time to deal with slut zero.”
She leaned in close to slut marcie and said softly, “I really wish I could make this ten swats… or perhaps use a cane or a flogger, but your protector, Sarge, might be watching so I have to stick to the regulations.”
She then stood up and said, “Regular slut number order this time.” As the sluts shuffled themselves to get into the proper order, she added, “And I want it at least as hard as you did for slut gertrude.”
She leaned back in so only slut marcie could hear her and said softly, “I had pity on slut gertrude and put the hardest hitters at the front so the worst was over with at the beginning.” She laughed slightly and continued laughing as she said a little more loudly, “You’ve got the worst to look forward to. Remember each slut that takes the paddle will hit harder than the slut before her.”
She stood back up and said simply, “Begin.”
The “Thwack!” of the paddle was at least as loud as it had been for slut gertrude. It was hard to tell because there was no scream to accompany the sound of the paddle. Except for the loud, “Thwack!” it was so quiet that slut jj’s whispered, “I’m sorry,” with each swat was clearly heard by all.
Slut marcie remained totally quiet almost to the end. Halfway through slut tracey, she began grunting with each slam of the paddle. Her grunts continued through slut powers and on the third swing of slut david the grunt became a short “Aaahh.”
When slut david finished, he handed the paddle back to trustee brenda. She tapped it on the palm of her hand once or twice and said, “I don’t think slut gertrude is in any shape to deliver her blows, so I will do it for her.”
She then stood to one side and raised the paddle back over her shoulder.
“Thwack!” The sound exploded into the air.
Trustee brenda pulled the paddle back and rapidly swung four more times with all her weight.
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
Slut marcie’s moaning cry became continuous through the four strikes. Her “Aaaahhhh” did not get louder or raise in pitch, and it ended almost as soon as the spanking stopped.
“Hmmph,” trustee brenda grunted as she stood panting. “You’re tougher than I thought,” She said as she caught her breath. Then smiling down at slut zero, she said brightly, “Not to worry. I’ve got four weeks to break you.”
Slut marcie stared back at her. “You’d better hope I don’t break,” she said very softly under her breath. “It won’t be what you expect.”
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