Princess Felicity

Princess Felicity

by captv8td

Chapter 10

The following day, they went to the resort.  Dahlia had told Felicity about the resort that catered to the master/slave lifestyle on her second day of slavery but Felicity had never anticipated going there.  Now, she stood at the registration desk.

“And here is a copy of the scheduled activities,” the receptionist said as she handed a brochure to Liv.  The receptionist was a beautiful blonde who was naked other than for a silver collar.  A name badge was affixed to her chest with a pin running through an obviously pierced nipple.

“Thank you, Jasmine,” smiled Liv, showing that she had taken the time to read the name badge.  “Are there any activities that you would recommend?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Jasmine replied.  “There are excellent activities for the masters to participate in with their slaves.  There are also activities that you could sign your slave up for.  And others that you could enroll in without your slave.”

“What is something that we could do with our pet?” asked James.  Felicity cringed as she heard herself referred to as a pet.  And her self esteem was not helped by the fact that she was naked other than for the cuffs that secured her hands behind her back and the collar that Liv held the leash to.

“The dungeon is always a favorite,” replied Jasmine with a smile.  “We have all forms of punishment and torture equipment available, including the new sensory deprivation chamber.”  Felicity definitely did not like the sound of that.

“Or you could go to the spa together.  You might enjoy a facial or pedicure or massage while you have your slave pierced or otherwise marked.”  Felicity liked the sounds of that even less.

“What activities could we send her to?” asked Liv.

“You will find those on pages three through six of the brochure.  I will just highlight three of them that are my favorites.  The first is the slave Olympics.  The slaves compete under the supervision of strict masters and mistresses.  The events are a combination of physically demanding, painful and humiliating.  And there is usually a fairly large audience for the games.  The Olympics are held every afternoon starting at one o’clock.”

“Or you could send her to the stables for training.  The head mistress there came to us from one of the finest ponygirl stables in Europe.  She will turn your slave into a beautiful ponygirl.  She could even pull you around the property in a cart after a couple of days of training.”

“Finally, you could enter her in the nightly auction.  That is always a thrilling experience for any slave.  Yours is very beautiful so she would fetch a handsome price.  The drawback is that you lose your slave for the designated time she is sold, which is usually 24 to 48 hours.  Of course, you could also purchase a new slave for yourselves.  It might provide you with a little variety.”  Felicity may not have liked the previous choices but t his one terrified her.  She could not even imagine being auctioned off to a stranger.

“Which ones appeal to you, Filly?” asked Liv once they were shown to their room.

“None of them, Mistress,” replied Felicity honestly.  “They all sounded very scary to me.”

“Oh, honey,” comforted Liv as she hugged the naked girl to her.  “Don’t be frightened.  It’s all new and everything that is new is a little scary.  Even being a slavegirl would be scary to most people but you love it and you are thriving in your slavery.”

“I do love it?” thought Felicity.  She wanted to debate with Liv but she knew that it would be futile.  So, instead, she just nodded.  “Yes Mistress.”

“Now let’s sit down and go through this brochure together so we can pick out something fun for you together.”  Liv sat and patted her lap.  Felicity bristled at being treated like a lap dog but chose to sit down instead of being punished.

Liv arranged the naked form to her liking, adjusting the bound arms to a more comfortable position.  She reached around Felicity, cradling a breast in one hand as she held the brochure up for them both to read.

“Chain gang,” commented Liv.  Both women quickly read the description.  “No, not for my girl,” she went on.  Felicity was silently thankful for the rejection because the activity would have had her bound to a coffle of slaves and performing hard labor in the sun for a day.

“Bathroom attendant,” Liv read on to the next one.  Again, Felicity breathed a sigh of relief as Liv rejected it.  “That’s disgusting.   Who dreams these things up?  I would never let my property do that.”  The bathroom attendant activity involved a slave being bound in a restroom to serve as the toilet or toilet paper or both.

“The slave Olympics do sound like fun,” the mistress observed.  “What do you think, Filly?”

The description of the slave Olympics convinced Felicity that it would definitely not be fun.  It might be sweaty and degrading, but it would not be fun.  “Maybe we should read all of them and come back, Mistress.”

Liv gave the breast in her hand a loving squeeze.  “Good girl.  You are so right.”

They read through the entire brochure together.  After awhile, however, it became difficult for Felicity to concentrate.  Liv had captured the nipple between finger and thumb and was playing with it.  She would idly roll it back and forth or stretch it away from Felicity’s chest which was very distracting for the slavegirl.  Pretty quickly, it seemed that her entire world revolved around her left breast.

In the end, Liv selected two activities.  It was too late in the day to get Felicity into the slave Olympics.  Besides, she detected that her slavegirl was not overly keen on the idea.  But she could still get in some training at the stables and then some more in the morning.  So, for her first activity, Felicity was to become a ponygirl.  For her second activity, she was to be sold.

“Mistress!” gasped the shocked slave.  “How could you?”

“I only want the best for you, love,” replied Liv.  “You had slavegirl fantasies.  I’m just trying to give you the best slavegirl experience I can.”  She continued toying with the nipple as she talked, which reduced Felicity’s ability to put together a coherent argument.  With her brain in such an addled state, she decided to cut her protest short.

The stable training was more humiliating than strenuous or difficult.  She had been attired in a bit and bridle and was shown how to walk and prance properly.  Then it was around and around the corral as one of the mistresses supervised her exercise.  A harsh buggy whipped provided her correction and encouragement and Felicity quickly mastered her lessons.

That night, the two owners and their slavegirl attended the auction and then took in a show.  Four slaves were sold that night.  A male and a female slave were auction off for twenty four hours each.  Another male slave was sold for a forty eight hour period.  The fourth one, a female, was sold permanently to a new owner and Felicity felt her blood run cold when the auctioneer banged the gavel to signal the end of the bidding and the sale of one human being to another.  Felicity knelt between her owners throughout the auction.

She found herself kneeling again at the show.  The two dominants were seated at a table and she knelt beside Liv’s chair.  Liv’s gentle hands stroked her cheek and squeezed her breasts, occasionally letting her fingers comb through the slave’s blonde tresses.

The show itself could have been an infomercial for the Spanish Inquisition.  One by one, slaves were brought onto the stage, only to be the victim of some cruel and sadistic torture.  A male slave was stretched painfully on the rack.  This rack, however, even had a rope that was fastened around the base of his balls so that, with each turn of the wheel, his arms and legs were stretched tighter but his balls were also stretched away from his body.  By the end of this segment, the slave was screaming wildly.  But Felicity saw that his cock was also rock hard and waving wildly in the air, causing her to wonder just how painful it really was.

A beautiful redhead was hung.  A burly master played the role of executioner, with black hood and all.  He fitted the noose around the slave’s neck and then turned a wheel, which slowly lifted the girl into the air.  She kicked and struggled as her face turned red.  Slowly, she was raised higher and higher.  Eventually, the girl’s face started to turn blue and her struggling became weaker and weaker.  Suddenly, the spotlight went out and the stage was plunged into darkness.  The curtain closed and the audience applauded.  Felicity was abhorred at the spectacle and felt nauseous over what she had just witnessed.

Another segment involved a slavegirl and a mistress.  The slave was bound to a cross that formed a gigantic “X” on the stage and she had a limb fastened to each of the arms of the cross, exposing her fully.  The entertainment, if could be called that, consisted of the mistress taking a series of long slender needles and pushing them slowly into the poor girl’s breasts.  It must have been very painful because the girl howled in agony each time a new needle was inserted.  By the end of the segment, each breast resembled a porcupine and, once again, the audience applauded.

They went for a swim after the show.  Thankfully, her hands were unbound and she was able to enjoy paddling around in the dark with her owners.  Liv took her to the shallow end and hiked herself up onto the edge of the pool to let Felicity service her.  Even though she had serviced her mistress several times already during her captivity, she never quite felt comfortable doing it.  After all, this was her best friend.  And Liv had changed their relationship from best friends to owner and slave.

James was ready again and draped Felicity over the edge of the pool after she had finished giving Liv an orgasm.  He entered her from behind easily and pumped for quite some time until he emptied his seed into her.  Why was she always so wet, she wondered.  It still baffled her.

After that, they went to bed sandwiching the slave between them.  The owners were soon sound asleep, leaving Felicity alone in the darkness again to wonder and worry about the upcoming auctions.

Chapter 11

The next morning found Felicity back at the stables.  It started off much the same as the day before with Felicity learning her steps and being corrected when she did something wrong.  By midmorning, she was moved to the next phase.

The training bit and bridle were replaced with more decorative show pieces.  Whereas the training bit was made of rubber, the show bit was metal with sharp barbs at the corners of her mouth.  This, she was told, was to make her responsive to the guidance of the reins.  An equally ornate harness was fitted around her body, showcasing her sex and circling her breasts tightly.

She could deal with that discomfort.  What she had difficulty with, however, was her tail.  Her bottom was lubed and then a plug was inserted.  Attached to the plug was a tail with hair that closely matched her own.  But the plug was huge.  It felt like she was being split in two as it was slowly pushed in and then felt enormous after it was firmly lodged in place.

After her ornamentation was complete, she was fastened between the rails of a cart with each rail being attached to a wide leather band that circled her waist uncomfortably tightly.  The training mistress had one last surprise.  Two bells were clamped to her tender nipples causing her to shriek out in pain as the tight jaws dug into her stiff little buds.  The mistress flicked each bell with her fingers causing them to tinkle and causing Felicity to shriek again.  Then the mistress checked the tail by tugging on it, sending more dull pain through the slavegirl’s body.  When the mistress was satisfied that all was ready, she climbed into the little cart and picked up the buggy whip.

“On” she commanded as she flicked the whip, catching the beautifully formed naked rump with a loud crack.  Felicity jumped forward, pulling the cart behind her.  “I think I have just hit bottom,” Felicity thought.  “This is the most humiliating thing I can imagine.”

“Remember your training, little one,” instructed the mistress after she had just abused the naked bottom again with the whip.  “Remember your pacing.”

Felicity raised her knees higher as she ran and must have assumed the proper form because the whippings stopped.  While the whipping was no longer painful, her breasts were filled with pain.  With her arms bound together behind her, she could not use her hands to support her breasts.  They jerked and bounced hectically on her chest and their wild activity soon consumed her attention.  Additionally, the harness seemed to constrict around her breasts over time, causing them to become distended and engorged.

She pulled the mistress for thirty minutes, passing people walking or sitting along the path.  Some of them smiled as they watched her prancing by but none of them commented.  Naked women pulling carts must be more common than she would have imagined.  Eventually, she felt the sharp barbs at the corners of her mouth being pulled back telling her to slow down and eventually stop.  The mistress got down, removed the bit and let her drink.  Then the mistress raised her hand, offering her two sugar cubes in her palm.  Felicity blushed as she realized that she was being treated like a horse but gratefully sucked the cubes into her mouth.

James was at the stables when the mistress steered the cart back to the barn.  Two grooms released Felicity and then removed her harness and bridle.  James watched as his slave was hosed down and then dried.

“She’s coming along very nicely,” the mistress said to him.  “If you ever consider selling her, I would buy her as a permanent addition to the stables.”

“Thank you for training her for us,” James replied.  “I don’t think we could ever sell her permanently.  But we are entering her in tonight’s auction for a day with a new owner.  You might want to bid on her.”

The mistress smiled.  “Yes, I might just do that.”

The last thing to be removed was the tail.  The plug emerged with an audible pop.  James watched as Felicity blushed again and saw that the girl’s little pucker remained gaping open.

“Do you have some place private where I can take her?” asked James.

“You may use her stall.  It’s not entirely private but it’s the best we have at the stables.”

“I’m sure it will do nicely.  Which one is hers?”

“It’s down on the left,” gestured the mistress.  “The one with her name on it.”

“Thank you,” said James as he attached the lead to Felicity’s collar.  Then he led the naked girl to the door with “Felicity” written in ornate gold script.

“Might as well take advantage of your training,” remarked James as he closed the door behind him and unfastened his pants.  He bent Felicity over the bench, grasped her hips and plunged his erect cock into her bottom with one swift motion.   Thankfully, Felicity had already been lubricated and stretched there by the plug so it was not painful to accommodate the man’s huge cock.  But it was extremely humiliating to be sodomized and she just closed her eyes as she fought back the tears.

Chapter 12

Felicity stood in line with three other girls and two men.  Each was to be sold.  Each wore a slender chain necklace with a tube dangling from the necklace.  She could see from the other tubes that they contained a piece of paper but she had no idea what it was for.

The first item auctioned off was a beautiful redhead.  She looked calm and serene and Felicity assumed that she had been in the lifestyle for awhile and was used to being sold.  It was as the girl was being led onto the stage that Felicity learned about the contents of the tube.  The necklace was removed by the auctioneer who then extracted the piece of paper.

“Lot number one is named Meredith.”  He read some details about the girl including her height, weight and measurements.  He described how she was being sold for a one week period and then read off a list of activities that were off limits.  Felicity realized that her tube contained the terms of her contract of sale and she wondered what was on the paper.

Meredith was sold quickly for a staggeringly high price.  Lot number two was petrified as he was led onto the stage.  He looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his details were shared with the bidders.  And he looked as if he would die when the auctioneer lifted his penis in his hand and stroked him to erection.  Eventually, he was sold.  Felicity was lot number three.

“Lot number three is named Felicity.  She is five feet four inches tall and 120 pounds.  She measures 36C-23-35 and has only been a slave for ten days.  So all of you who like fresh meat will have to get your checkbooks out tonight.”  Felicity turned beet red as the auctioneer lifted her breasts in his palms to show their size and firmness.  He turned her  in profile to the audience and then turned her back to the bidders, bending her at the waist and prying her bottom cheeks apart to display her there.

“Some limitations on this girl are as follows:  permanent marks, drugs and scat are off limits.  Otherwise, this beautiful slave is yours to do with as you please.”

“Gosh, that’s a short list,” thought Felicity.  She wasn’t sure what else she thought should be on the list but she was sure that there should be more.  She spotted James and Liv seated near the stage.  They both smiled proudly as if they were watching their child graduate from kindergarten.

The bidding went on for quite awhile and reached another staggering sum before the gavel called the bidding over.  Felicity was led off the stage and taken to meet her new owner.

“Even more beautiful up close,” smiled the older woman.  Her new owner introduced herself as Grace and appeared to be in her early forties.  “I just sold one of my girls for a week, so you will have to entertain me instead.  At least for the next twenty four hours you will.”

The paperwork was completed and then Grace led Felicity off into the darkness, using a leash that she had brought with her for that purpose.  When they arrived at Grace’s cottage, Felicity was surprised to see three other people already there.  Two slavegirls were bound to pillars on either side of the front door.  Both were naked and gagged with their binding ropes crisscrossing over their bodies and holding t hem tightly to their posts.  “They are being punished tonight,” Grace explained.

The third one as bound inside.  He was stretched tightly over a rounded wood form that spread him and put him totally on display.  His cock was erect and twitched slightly now and then.  Felicity could see moisture at the tip of the cock, indicating that he was aroused.  The confusing thing about this slave, however, was that he also had breasts..  Felicity glanced back and forth from the beautifully formed breasts to the large, masculine cock wondering how this could possibly be.

“Ted is also being punished,” Grace explained.  “Aren’t you, little one?”  She reached out and delicately stroked the stiff erection.  Ted nodded quickly and Felicity noticed that he too had a ball stuffed in his mouth to gag him just like the two females bound out front.  Grace moved her hands to Ted’s breasts and rolled the nipples back and forth, eliciting a moan past the gagged lips.

Felicity shook her head in disbelief at the display.  This man had breasts that most women would kill to have and Grace was nonchalantly toying with them.  It was all just so unreal to her.

It was late so Felicity was led to the bedroom.  She spent the next hour servicing Grace with her tongue until, after three orgasms, Grace pulled her onto the bed and snuggled with her latest acquisition until they both fell asleep.

The other three slaves apparently spent the night in their bound positions because they were still in their original positions when Felicity emerged from the bedroom.  Grace met her with a cup of coffee but had to hold it to her lips since she still had her hands bound behind her.  After taking a couple of sips, she found Grace’s lips upon her own and felt an arm around her hugging her tightly as Grace continued the kiss.

“So delicious,” murmured Grace.  “So innocent and delicious.  I have a full day planned and I can’t wait to sample everything you have to offer.”

The day consisted of sex, humiliation and tenderness.  Throughout the day, Felicity experienced one erotic embarrassment after another but had difficulty becoming angry with her new owner.  Grace’s words and expressions were filled with love and kindness.  It was almost as if Grace thought she was treating Felicity to wonderful new experiences that she would love, regardless of how degrading they were.

The first humiliation was the mounting of the she-male.  Felicity’s wrists were unbound and she was instructed to climb onto the frame above Ted.  Then the mistress grasped Ted’s cock and pushed down on Felicity’s lower back, guiding the large spear into her sex.  Once again, a cock slid easily into her and she wondered how she could be so constantly aroused in the midst of such depravities.

“Kiss his breasts,” Grace commanded.  “I could see last night how you admired them.”

Obediently, Felicity lowered her lips to a breast and kissed it.  “Suck on it.  It drives him crazy.”  Felicity complied and drew the nipple into her mouth feeling the bud stiffen.  Grace reached out and claimed Felicity’s right breast and squeezed it tenderly, letting her fingers glide from the base to the tip over and over again as if she were milking an udder.  Despite the humiliating appearances of being milked, Felicity found the sensations arousing and felt her body responding.

Soon, Grace moved to the other side and repeated the motions with the left breast.  As she milked that one, her hand slipped between the two bodies and Felicity felt fingertips grazing over her clitoris and stimulating it.  Within minutes, Felicity’s body tensed and she groaned as a powerful orgasm swept through her body.  She collapsed lifeless on the prone, bound she-male.

“That was wonderful,” announced Grace as she gave Felicity’s bottom a playful swat.  “Now off of him.  He isn’t allowed to climax anyways.”  Felicity heard Ted groan as she slid off of his pole and saw his eyes gazing pleadingly at her.

Next, she found herself upside down, suspended by her ankles, her legs spread wide, leaving her sex totally exposed and vulnerable and at about the level of Grace’s chest.  Grace started by using her tongue to stimulate Felicity’s sex, uttering words like delicious and succulent and divine.  She would drive Felicity to the edge of an orgasm and then spank the exposed sex with either her open hand o a small flexible leather paddle.  The first time this happened, Felicity squealed at the surprise but after the first spank, she just groaned each time her sex was abused.  She was brought to the edge of orgasm at least a dozen times and then found her pussy punished each time.  Finally, Grace did not return her mouth to the steamy sex but, instead, spanked it with her open hand over and over again.  After ten or so spanks, Felicity’s body erupted into the most powerful orgasm of her life.  She squealed again and then passed out.

When she awoke, she was lying on her back on the floor.  Grace was sitting on the floor at her side and was letting her hand drift lazily over the slavegirl’s body enjoying the feel of the smooth tight flesh that she had purchased the night before.

“I can see that your body does not like pain,” observed Grace.  “But you can be trained to appreciate it.  And I just love training new pets.”

“How can I climax from having my pussy whipped,” wondered Felicity to herself.  “Am I really being trained to be aroused by pain?”  Again, Grace was tender and just stroked the girl for a long time, comforting her and whispering what a good girl she was.  Despite the harsh treatment, Felicity found herself liking Grace.

Next, Felicity was taken to the pool.  She was never introduced to the bound female forms outside the front door but, in the daylight, she could see that the tags on their collars identified them as “Alana” and “Kelly.”  She wondered what they could have done to be so severely punished but decided that it was a question better left unasked.

At the pool, her humiliation continued.  She was naked but for the cuffs on her wrists and ankles but fortunately, her cuffs were unconnected, leaving her some freedom of movement.  Grace proved to be quite the socialite and she moved around the pool, talking to each of the dominants.  Felicity’s assignment was to kneel at each stop and service the master or mistress.  By the time they headed back to the cottage, Felicity had no idea how many gallons of sperm she had drunk or how many pussies she had tongued.  Again, it was all so surreal.

The final humiliation was by far the worst.  At the end of the day, with less than two hours to go before she would be returned to Liv and James, she found herself locked into a metal frame.  Her head was supported with her chin resting on a padded plate, causing her to stare forward.  Her bottom was raised and her thighs were spread, leaving her completely vulnerable in either orifice.  Even her breasts were vulnerable as they dangled beneath her captive body.

A small crowd had assembled at Grace’s cottage and Felicity saw that even James and Liv were there to witness whatever was about to happen to her.  Finally, Grace stood up and spoke glowingly about the slavegirl that she had purchased the night before.  She talked about how obedient and graceful and beautiful she was and how she would love to own her permanently some day if James and Liv ever decided to sell her.  This sent a chill down Felicity’s spine.  Then she announced that the entertainment was about to begin.  Felicity heard Liv gasp and saw that she was staring across the room to a point behind Felicity.  But Felicity’s bondage was so complete that she could not turn her head to see what had caused Liv to gasp.

The crowd hushed and everyone was looking behind Felicity.  She felt a light tickling on her inner thighs and felt a hot breath on her exposed slick petals.  Then she felt a tongue lapping at her sex followed by a cold wet spongy object touching her sex.  She heard a low growling sound and opened her eyes wide in surprise and fear.  She was about to be raped by a dog!!!

“Please, please, please, no, no, no!!” she pleaded.  She kept begging and babbling but to no avail as she felt the dog clamber onto her back with its forelegs wrapped tightly around her body.  She felt the slick pole jabbing at her between her legs and then groaned as it found the right spot, slicing into her owned body.  “Please, please, please, no, no, no,” she whimpered.

Live looked on with a combination of fascination and horror.  The huge Great Dane was covering Felicity’s body and she saw the massive canine cock gliding in and out of the slavegirl.  The powerful beast held the girl tightly and nipped at her golden hair.  Liv watched as spectators milled about, petting dog and girl alike, treating them both equally as pets.  Her gaze kept returning to the red spear that kept pounding into her slavegirl’s body and eventually had to get out of her chair when other milling spectators blocked her view.  She knelt beside the bound girl and reached beneath her to stroke her swollen clitoris as she kept her eyes glued to the red shaft.  The dog finally stiffened and let out a little whimpering sound indicating that he had deposited his seed inside his human bitch.  Liv kept stroking Felicity’s clit as the other onlookers joined in bringing pleasure to the bound girl.  A woman knelt at Felicity’s head and showered her face with little kisses.  Men knelt on either side of her and stroked her breasts, milking her as Grace had done earlier in the day and rolling her nipples back and forth.  A man knelt at her legs and caressed her thigh as a woman did the same thing on the other side.  Eventually, the dog slipped out of the slavegirl and the six people kept stroking and caressing and kissing.  Within minutes of the dog’s exit, Felicity’s body erupted in another orgasm, again more powerful than any she had ever experienced.

“I’m so sorry, little one,” said Liv.  She had her arm around Felicity’s waist as she guided her slavegirl back to the room at the end of the evening.  “I guess we should have had a longer list.”

“It’s okay, Mistress,” replied a slightly dazed Felicity.  “Who was to know?”

“It’s okay?” thought Felicity.  “It’s okay?  What am I saying?  How can it be all right?  I was beaten!  I had sex with a she-male!  I was raped by a dog!  And my mouth was used like a sperm bank by who knows how many people!  And I just said it’s okay.  What has gotten into me?”

James walked behind the pair, admiring the movement of two exquisite female bottoms, one covered by a sarong and one naked.  He had already enjoyed the naked bottom once and knew he had to have her there again.

Chapter 13

“Oh my gosh it was so erotic!” gushed Liv at breakfast the next morning.  “I know you probably hated it but it was so damned hot!  I thought I was going to climax just from watching it.  I’ll never forget that.”  Liv was wearing a sarong around her waist but was otherwise naked, leaving her breasts exposed to Felicity’s view.  Felicity was, as usual, completely naked.  Not even cuffs adorned her flawless flesh.

“I’m glad you liked it, Mistress,” said Felicity as she stared into her coffee.

“You had to like it at least a little, “ Liv went on.  “It was just so erotic.”

“It was very humiliating, Mistress.  I did like the attention that everyone gave me.  It was very flattering.  But I’m not sure that I want to do it with another dog.”

They had gone to bed immediately after arriving back at the room and Felicity was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.  Liv never got a chance to learn about the rest of Felicity’s enslavement.  She was full of questions.  By the time Felicity finished answering all of the questions and fully describing her previous day, Liv was so worked up hat she had to have he slavegirl service her to settle down.

The phone rang and Liv took the call.  Felicity listened to a lot of “uh huhs” and other brief responses trying to figure out who was on the other end.  After she heard Liv say, “I’m glad you enjoyed her,” Felicity assumed that Grace had called.  But it was when she heard “I’m sure she would love to,” spoken by Liv that she was filled with dread.

“That was Grace,” Liv informed her girl after she hung up.

“Yes Mistress.”

“She wants to borrow you for the afternoon.”

“Oh god!” gasped Felicity.

Liv laughed.  “Don’t worry.  No dogs are involved.  Ponies this time.”

Felicity’s eyes grew wide with fear, causing Liv to laugh again.  “Ponygirls,” the mistress went on.  “Grace entered a team in the races.  But one of her girls pulled a muscle.  She wants to borrow you as a replacement.”

Felicity found herself back at the stables an hour later.  That was when she was finally introduced to Alana.  She did not have time to chat with the beautiful slavegirl.  The grooms had already fitted her with her bit and other tack and they worked quickly to get Felicity into her tack.  Then they were led outside and attached to a cart.  Grace worked them easily for the next forty five minutes, focusing mostly on form and getting the girls used to working together.  Then they ran their first race.  They did not win but they did well enough to race in the finals later that day.  After the qualifying heat, they were taken back to the stables, stripped of their tack, hosed down and dried.  Then they were locked together in Felicity’s stall.

“I’m so sorry,” said Felicity after they were alone.  “I’m so inexperienced and you are so graceful.  You could have won if you had a better partner.”

“Hush girl,” whispered Alana who then kissed her partner to keep her silent.  The kiss lingered and Felicity started to feel all tingly inside.  Alana wrapped her arms around Felicity and pulled he to the floor, cuddling with her.  “You did great.  I love running with you.”

The two girls chatted and got to know each other better.  Felicity described how he vacation had turned out a bit differently than she expected.  Alana described how she had become a slave and what her life as a permanent slave to Grace was like.

“So you see,” said Alana, “I was claimed too.  Just like you.  Now we should rest up for the next race.”  Alana turned Felicity so that they could spoon together and reached around her to cup and hold her partner’s breast in her hand.  Then they drifted off to sleep.

They did not win but they did come in second.  Grace was ecstatic and James and Liv were glowing proudly as Grace led the two girls to Felicity’s owners.  “You have the makings of a champion here,” Grace announced.  “She did wonderfully.”

James was given the leads after the girls were detached from the cart and led them back to the stables to be groomed.  Then he took them to Felicity’s stall and took advantage of their bottoms having been lubed and stretched by their plugs.  He bent both girls over the bench and moved back and forth between them, taking them anally until he couldn’t take it any longer.  He finally lost his load deep in Alana’s bowels.

The girls were left together and James went back to the room to take a nap and recover.  The girls chatted some more and cuddled as they did.  Felicity really liked Alana a lot and the feeling was mutual to Alana.  Alana said that she hoped that they would see each other again.  Liv and Grace collected the girls later and took them back to their respective homes.

A week later, Felicity was at her kitchen table.  The day after the races, James and Liv had released her.  Her vacation was over and she was put on the plane with her slavegirl memories.  Putting on clothes after two weeks of enforced nudity had felt strange but trying to fly home naked would have gotten he in trouble.

Even now, wearing clothes felt odd to her.  There was a blizzard outside but Felicity sat at the table naked, having turned up the heat to keep herself comfortable.  She kept fingering the business card, turning it over and over again.

“Grace offered to buy you,” Liv informed Felicity on the day she was released.  Felicity’s pulse quickened upon hearing the words but she did not know if it was from fear or anticipation.  “But we told her that we did not own you.  Well, we do own you but your vacation ends to day so we are releasing you.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Felicity.  “Thank you.”

“She really wants you, though.  She was willing to pay a huge price for you.”

“How much?”

“Well, remember the first night at the auction when one of the girls was sold permanently?”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Felicity.  She remembered the staggering sum that was paid for the girl.

“That was only a small fraction of what Grace offered for you.  Add a couple of zeroes behind that price and you will get close to what she is willing to pay to own you.”

Felicity gasped at the revelation.

“She said she wanted you to become one of her princesses.  She has several.  And one princette, whatever that means.”

“She must be referring to Ted,” replied Felicity.  “He’s sort of halfway between prince and princess.”

Ever since boarding the plane, she had thought of very little else other than her time in slavery and Grace’s offer.  Liv had given her Grace’s cad and told her that, if she wanted to take Grace up on her offer, then she should call her.  Felicity stared again at the card.

“She even wants me,” Liv had informed her.  “It’s not real practical with a husband and all.  But I told her I would like to take her up on it on a temporary basis.”

Felicity gasped.  “You are going to be her slavegirl?”

“Yes.  On a now-and-then basis.  You can’t being having all of the fun, you know.  I’m going up there next month, in fact.  I’m so excited.  I can’t wait!”

Felicity stared at the card one more time and then picked up the phone, dialing a number.  “Hi.  This is Felicity.  May I be one of your princesses?”

The End