The Pony chapter 2. Okay, never thought of a better title. :P

Once again, this is ALL unedited. What you see is…what you get, I’m afraid. lol
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Chapter 2~
“The German Herrin…whatever that is”
Sarah wakes up a few hours later, still a little groggy from whatever was in those darts. Pushing herself up with her hands, she let out a big body stretch before she looks around her new surroundings. It doesn’t come as any surprise that she has no idea where she is since she knew what has happened was no dream. Bringing her left hand up, Sarah rubs her neck to where the dart used to be and finds nothing. She never even knew about the dart that was shot then taken out of her arm. Sarah moves her legs to get into a more comfortable position. As she moves them, she hears something scraping against the cement ground she is on. Lifting her left leg, she finds that her ankle had been shackled to a thick, metal ring in the ground. Sarah nods sarcastically as she looks around her new surroundings.
There wasn’t much to report really, just an empty shack with her in the middle of it. The shack itself is small, at least on the inside, and has a weak wooden door in front of her. It looks as though if Sarah could, she would easily kick it off its hinges. But seeing no way to break from her chain, she sat quietly for a while waiting to find out what will happen next.
That while became hours as Sarah finds new positions to sit in. By the time the door opens, she has her knees buried in her still lightly clothed body with her arms wrapped around them. Looking up, she finds the same assistant from before standing there with a smile on his face. Sarah pokes out her tongue and squints her eyes giving him a disgusted look as he enters.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he jerks her up to her feet. Forced up in such a way causes Sarah to scream a little in pain. It stops though when he lets go. Now standing eye to eye with the man, Sarah readies her saliva bomb for departure with the target being his face. ’50 points if I hit his eye’ she thinks to herself smiling. But before she can launch, the man grabs her again by the hair and spins her around. Sarah screams out as her hair twists near the roots, but the man doesn’t let up. Even over her screaming, she can hear him unzip something. Grabbing her ass and squeezing it, he leans in close to her and whispers into her ear.
“Now you’re gonna be broken in.”
Sarah has no idea what that means, but she soon finds out when she feels the “butt floss” portion of her fancy thong get pulled to the side. As soon as that obstacle was out of the way, Sarah could feel something enter her. She screams out again as she sends an elbow crashing into his ribs then with him taking a few steps back, Sarah swiftly mule kicked him in the balls. The man loosens his grip on her hair as he slowly trots backwards. Sarah turns to give the man a final goodbye shove right out of the door into the dirt pathway. Grabbing hold of the door, Sarah gets ready to close it.
“And don’t come back!” Almost ready to slam the door, she saw something quite peculiar on the other side of a short white picket fence. A woman was pulling a cart with a female rider. She found this odd but decides to close the door anyway. She stops suddenly remembering something. “Almost forgot.” Spitting down at the man, Sarah watches where it landed. “Damn,” she says to herself, “no fifty points for me. Though that’s the closest my mouth will technically get to his dick.”
Now slamming the door, Sarah turns and sits back down pleased with herself. It wasn’t her ticket to freedom, but she showed these people that they kidnapped the wrong girl. Still, she is a little curious about why she is kidnapped in the first place. And why was that girl pulling a cart? Was she pulling it? It sure looked like she was. These thoughts consumed her mind erasing her thoughts of how to escape.
After a while, she hears someone getting kicked outside and ordered to move. Sarah rolls her eyes knowing exactly who it is. When the door opens, Sarah looks up at the man from before. Leaning over towards her, he smiles and holds out his hand.
“Greetings. I’m your owner.” The man says in a pleasant voice.
Sarah just glares at him and quickly spits on his face. Not too pleased, the man tries to keep a good vibe about himself as he wipes it off. Smiling, he looks down at her again.
“I suppose I deserved that, so now we’re even.” Hoping that it’s been settled between them, the man again extends his hand to take Sarah’s in a greeting.
“No.” Sarah says defiantly, still glaring up at the man who now grows a little concerned. “I was giving myself a target.”
Sending her unchained barefoot into his face, Sarah ends up kicking yet another man from her shack. Smiling, Sarah goes to kick the door closed but a hand in a leather glove stops it from shutting completely. Looking up at the newest intruder, Sarah finds a woman with an obvious evil aura. Her face shows no emotion, and her blonde hair is tied back in a bun under her hat. The hat itself matches with the other portions of her outfit to make her look like some kind of military officer. Well polished brown boots up to her knees, dark green pants and jacket with a black belt that wraps around her waist and over her left shoulder. Under her jacket, is a lighter green shirt with a black tie. Her hat has a single polished black brim on the front of it that overshadows her blue and green eyes. Her left is blue while the right is green, and both of them seem to pierce right through Sarah.
‘I don’t like this woman’ is Sarah’s first impression of her and goes to spit in her face. The spit comes out, but the woman catches it in mid air. Looking at it, the woman smiles a little. When she’s done her scheduled happy minute, the woman rubs Sarah’s head removing the saliva from her gloved hand into her hair.
“You have good aim, kleine schwester,” Her voice has a heavy German accent, and the use of saying ‘little sister’ like that just seals the idea of her being German. “But I am not here to train you to spit. Auf!”
Sarah never took German in school, she’s never been to Germany, and she has never met a German person before the one standing in front of her. How the hell is she supposed to know the woman wants her up? The woman though doesn’t know this and therefore shows no sympathy as she rests her hand under Sarah’s right armpit before pulling her up quite harshly.
“When I give you an order, you say ‘Ja Herrin!’ Understood?”
The woman’s eyes continue to pierce through Sarah’s so much, she is forced to look away. But after a quick jolt of her shoulder, Sarah looks back at the woman and tries to repeat what she has learnt.
“Ya hurtin’?” It was no joke, Sarah truly gave it an honest, yet bashful, effort. But it doesn’t please the woman who shakes her again as she shouts in her face.
“’Ja Herrin!’” The woman slaps Sarah across the face hard with her gloved hand.
Sarah swallowed hard before trying again, a little louder than before but not much. “Ja Herrin…?”
The woman smiles as she pushes Sarah back. “You stay put while I unchain and collar you. Versteht?”
Sarah had no idea what the last word meant, did she understand any of it? But she heard a command and responded. “Ja Herrin!” Sarah is quite pleased with herself. She doesn’t know what she just said, but she was still pleased that she isn’t being slapped.
The woman is as well as she lowers down and unchains Sarah’s ankle. Just as instructed, Sarah stands perfectly still knowing her escape route was being blocked. Besides, she grew more and more curious to find out why they wanted her. The woman rises up and just as she had informed Sarah earlier, wraps a piece of thick leather around her neck. Playing with the metal ring a little in the front of it, the woman soon clips in a leash and lets it slide through her hand until she gets a hold of the loop at the end.
“You will stay three paces behind me and walk straight and proud. Your chin will be up, your eyes forward, your breasts out, and your hands behind your back. There will be no talking or giggling. Versteht?”
“Ja Herrin!” Sarah calls out.
The woman smiles a little as she turns around and leaves the shack. As soon as she is out, she gives the leash a quick tug indicating to Sarah that she may now start walking. As ordered, Sarah keeps three paces behind the woman who comes to a stop beside the two recovering gentlemen lying on the ground. Sarah stops allowing a little give in the leash.
The woman, in a bit of a cocky mood, calls down to them. “You see? Just say the right things and they understand what you want.”
“Ja Herrin!” Sarah calls out in response.
The woman laughs a little as she gives the leash another quick tug. As she passes by the two defeated men, Sarah gives them a smile. The assistant, who holds his prized jewels, pays her no attention as the other man just waves her on to get out of his sight.