The Pony Story pt. 3

***DISCLAIMER***
Per usual this story has not been edited from it's original format written some...8 years ago?! Why am I still surprised... Anyway, this is the third part of the story. Please enjoy and noooo, I still don't have my Japanese pain slut. So I don't want to read this chapter. It'll only make me weep.
-Katalina
@NaughtyKatalina

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~Chapter 3~

“The Japanese Package”

The night sky darkens the view of a loading dock where three men stand by a large wooden box awaiting the arrival of someone. Eventually, a limo pulls up and stops right in front of them sideways. The driver exits his door and walks along the side of the limo to the back where he opens a door. A well dressed, heavy set (very heavy set) man comes out in a black suit with a dark lavender shirt, and a thin black tie that runs down the middle. His small sunglasses rest underneath his heavy caveman brow as he looks around the dockyard. Adjusting his suit jacket, the man comes towards the three and speaks in a loud, yet rusty voice.

“Did it arrive?” The man asks, expecting a quick answer.

The one in the middle answers before the other two have a chance to speak. “Yep. It just arrived.”

“Well? Open it then.” The man orders as the two men on the side each grab a crowbar and forces off the front of the box.

Inside is a young Japanese woman strapped to the back of the box. Her mouth is gagged and her neck is collared with a simple chain hanging from the front of it. One of the men grabs hold of the chain while the other loosens the straps around her forehead, chest, waist, biceps, forearms, thighs, and calves. Once all straps have fallen to the womans’ feet, the other man gives the chain a tug forcing the woman to come out into the light to fully reveal her nakedness. Her wrists and ankles were shackled with short chains and were connected to one another by another chain. Pulling the woman in front of the man, he begins to inspect her. Forcing her chin up, he looks over her facial features with great study. She was sobbing a little, but not enough to show her true fear. Finished looking her face over, the man circles her looking her up and down. Pleased, the man steps back from the woman and starts to re enter the back of his limo.

“Get her to the stables and put her to use.”

After the man takes a seat in his limo, the driver closes the door and goes to the front where he takes his own seat and speeds the limo off down the road. While in the back, the man calls out to the driver.

“I feel like getting a blow job after seeing that girl.”

The driver, instantly knowing what the man means, presses a button that opens a small compartment in the back of the limo. Crawling out from the compartment is a naked red head with a chain around her neck. The woman crawls towards the man and unzips his pants while he dials his cell phone. As the woman proceeds, the man loosens his tie and waits for an answer on the other end.

“Ya, this is Tony. Listen, I just examined the new shipment. Some Japanese girl fresh out of college. I think her major was theatre studies. Ya, that’s what I thought.” After hanging up the phone, Tony looks down at the woman and pushes her head down. “Take it all in, bitch.”

The woman, not able to do that, pulls her head back in order to cough out a couple of times. Once that is over with, the woman goes back to continue but finds something else enter her mouth. Looking down, she finds that Tony is sticking his gun in her mouth.

“You’re gonna cough like that? Maybe you need a deeper hole.”

The woman begins to let out a mumbled plea, but it’s to no avail as Tony pulls the trigger splattering her brains across the back of the limo. The woman limply falls onto his foot.

“Driver, I need a new cock sucker. Take me to third. And find me a dumpster for this bitch.” The driver nods as he makes a turn onto a new road. Tony puts his gun in his shoulder holster and kicks the woman off his foot. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

The next day on the rolling fields of Sarah’s new home, the military woman pulls Sarah along the pathway with her leash. Stopping by the white picket fence, the woman points to a girl standing in the middle of the field. Sarah looks at the new woman to find that she is completely naked, with the exception of a collar, some shoes, and her arms tied behind her back.

“Do you see that? That’s what you’ll become soon enough, slave.” The woman says watching the girl walk around the grassy field lifting her knees high with each step.

Sarah has no idea what that meant. But she gives her reply, which by now was the generic response to everything the woman told her. “Ja Herrin.” She didn’t seem to mind being called a ‘slave’. She knew what it meant and for some reason she couldn’t explain, it never bothered her to be in such a lowly state. Especially to another woman, even if for a short while. It only pissed her off when the man came and called himself her ‘owner’. That, she had no time for.

The woman smiles and places her hand on Sarah’s head rubbing it from side to side before patting it a couple of times. Sarah finds this as a little humiliating, especially if that other woman was watching, but she doesn’t put up a fight to stop it. After a brief moment of watching the naked woman walk the field, they notice the assistant approach them. Watching him come closer, the woman speaks to Sarah.

“Here he comes. Remove your clothing, slave, you won’t be needing them anymore.”

“Ja Herrin.” Sarah replies, though she was a little shy about removing her clothing. But after a moment of hesitation, she removes her bra then slides her panties down and hands them to the woman who moves Sarah’s hand towards the assistant. The assistant looks Sarah up and down as she squeezes her thighs together to hide her privates. At the same time, she covers her breasts with her right arm and looks away. Seeing this, the woman gives the leash a quick tug near the collar.

“You should be proud of your appearance. Do not hide it, stand up straight and show it off.”

Without saying a word, Sarah looks up at the woman who nods her head reassuringly. Still a little shy, she lowers her arm and pushes her chest forward as she straightens her legs. Standing straight at attention, Sarah readies herself to be inspected by the assistant who reaches out and grabs a hold of her left breast giving it a tight squeeze. The woman slaps his hand and glares at him.

“If you wish to see with your hands, I will make you blind. Is that your wish, perverser mensch?”

The assistant has heard those two words before and decides not to follow suit admitting to those claims. Therefore, with the garments in hand he turns and walks away.

“Oh, and clean the stables as well. Someone such as yourself should keep those hands busy…attrappe.”

Watching him go, the woman shakes her head and pulls Sarah down along the white picket fence to the inside of a barn. It’s a barn only in outside appearance. The inside hallway is brightly lit with white walls, grey floor, and white ceiling with bright lights every few metres. Along the walls were various coloured doors each assigned a label in the middle. There was the “Milking Room”, the “Breeding Room”, and the door they stopped at; the “Mirror Room”. The woman looked over at Sarah and smiles as if wanting to question her.

“Before we enter, I need to know something. You do realize your standing in this place, right?”

Sarah, knowing that she’s standing there, responds. “Ja Herrin…” Though she responds as if she is surprised the woman didn’t know that.

The woman smiles as she shakes her head. “No, I mean, you understand that you truly are a slave here, right? Not just a captive, you do what I tell you, that sort of thing?”

Sarah nods her head quickly. “Mm-hmm.” Those were the first two different words other than Ja Herrin that she said since being introduced to the woman. After agreeing, Sarah realizes just what she had done. It would be harder now, if at all, for her to leave.

“You understand that our relationship is that of Mistress/Salve one, right?” The woman again asks. “I mean, that is what ‘Herrin’ means. A mistress.”

“So…when I say Ja Herrin, I’m actually saying ‘Yes, Mistress’?” Sarah was a little surprised to find this out. Not shockingly surprised, but still a little surprised.

The woman smiles and nods. Sarah just looks to the ground and thinks. Is this truly the life she wants? She was alright with being a slave, but to classify someone as her mistress was something completely different. But after thinking it over, Sarah looks up at the woman.

“Ja Herrin, I will obey my mistress.” There is no regret in her voice as she spoke. She truly wanted it to happen as much as the woman. “Is that me really saying that?”

Those words, that were mumbled barely catches the ears of her new found mistress. “Hm?”

Sarah looks up at her fearing she has heard what was just said and smiles as she shakes her head. “Nothing.” Though she knew it was everything but nothing. Her life has truly changed since she arrived here. But seeing no other alternative, she decided to continue living her life as they saw fit.

The military mistress smiles a little. “That’s good. If you hadn’t agreed, then I would’ve taken you in there.”

The mistress points over her shoulder and Sarah looks in the direction to find a door reading “Punishment Room”. Sarah can only imagine what is inside. Sarah swallows hard as her mistress slowly begins to open the “Mirror Room” door.

“Now, let’s break your spirit.” Dragging the leash so Sarah is brought in first, the mistress follows her and closes the door behind them.