Chapter 12: Pets

Ahmed informed us that we would have to ask for our annual leave as we would have to travel all month to the Princess’s mansion in the nearby mountains, so we could not go to work. We had all the holidays of the year to take, so there was no problem getting them authorised. Having to use our holidays to serve someone’s sexual whims was not our ideal holiday, but we were comforted by the fact that in a month our year of servitude would be over.

After two days, the Princess’s driver came to pick us up at the house. He looked at us with a cynical smile, directed me to one of the back seats, and, as on other occasions, made Aisha sit in the passenger seat next to the driver. As soon as the car started, the driver moved his hand to Aisha’s thigh and began to caress her. Then he reached up, slipped his hand down her cleavage, and began fondling and kneading her breasts, while commenting, “I’ve missed this ‘little whore’, too bad she’ll have to go to the other mansion right away, but let’s not waste any more time.”

Saying that, he moved his hand up to her neck and guided her head to his crotch, saying, “You know what to do.”

Aisha unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and began to suck him off. From behind, I watched as she bobbed her head up and down, taking his cock deeper and deeper. He guided her with his hand, setting the rhythm and pressing harder and harder until she was swallowing his cock all the way down her throat and resting on his pubis.

While she was sucking him off, he said, “Go slowly; I want to enjoy the whole ride and cum in your throat just when we get there, although I don’t know if I can hold out that long with all the desire I had for you to blow me. And you, Slave, you still can’t cum or fuck her, can you?”

I answered yes, and he continued, “Sania found out very recently, when the Princess contacted your master again, that she was already working as a professional whore. Although she alerted me, I have not had the time to pay her a visit. Otherwise, I would have visited her. Although I was fucking her for free for several weeks, I wouldn’t have minded doing it by paying. And I suppose you’ve seen how she ‘worked’ every day and got fucked by a lot of guys, haven’t you?”

I had to answer him again: yes. I didn’t know if we were still bound by the instructions of obedience to the Princess’s employees that were dictated to us the first time, but I assumed we were, so I answered him.

He continued to enjoy her mouth until, when we reached the mansion, he stopped at the door, pressed her head down, thrust his hips against her several times, and ejaculated in her throat.

We got out of the car, and Sania, who was waiting for us, led us down several corridors to an area we had never seen before, which looked like a working area and was not as luxurious as the one we had known.

She ordered us to undress. When we did, we had to put on the collar and leather cuffs around our ankles and wrists. She tied our hands behind our backs and attached a chain, hanging on the wall, to our collars, so that we were stuck to the wall. Then, with a mobile phone, she unlocked and removed Aisha’s chastity belt and bra.

Sania called, and two servants brought two cages of the same size for a big dog, which they put in the middle of the room, and they left. Then she unfastened Aisha’s chain from the wall, opened the cage door, and ordered her in. She looked on with a look of horror, given the small size of the cage. Sania took a riding crop and began to whip Aisha’s breasts until Aisha knelt down and curled up, resting her head on her knees, to protect her sensitive breasts from the blows inflicted on her.

Sania then began to whip her buttocks and back, applying the blows so that she, in trying to escape them, found herself in front of the cage door.

Resigned, Aisha entered as best she could, as her hands were tied behind her back and the cage, although wide, was low, so she had to move with her knees apart. Sania pushed and pulled her until she was positioned as she wanted. She fastened Aisha’s ankles, as well as her knees, with straps to the sides of the cage so that her legs formed a capital M shape.

She then released the handcuffs from Aisha’s wrists and tied them, at shoulder level, to the sides of the cage. A strap around Aisha’s head, at forehead level, forced her to stick to the front wall of the cage, facing forward. Finally, he closed the door through which Aisha had entered, which was left touching her buttocks. Aisha was totally immobilised, inside a cage where she could barely fit.

She approached me, released the chain that tied me to the wall, and ordered me to enter anyway. When I looked at the cage, equally doubtful that I could get in, he turned to Aisha’s cage and said, “I have forgotten something; while I put it on her, go inside Slave, or the longer you take, the more painful it will be for her.”

Sania took a pair of nipple clamps, applied one to Aisha’s left nipple, and began to tighten the screw that regulated the clamp. Aisha started moaning, and seeing that, I knelt down and hurried to my cage. Sania went on to apply another clamp to the right nipple. Clearly, the longer I took, the more painful it would be for Aisha’s nipples. When both clamps were tight enough, she took a thin chain, attached it to the clamp, and began to pull the chain until it was hooked to the bottom of the cage. He repeated the operation with the other clamp. I tried to move as quickly as possible, as I saw that once both clamps were in place, she went over the whole assembly again, tightening each clamp a little more and stretching each chain a little more. Aisha was howling in pain by then.

I had positioned myself as best I could in what I thought was Aisha’s position, and Sania finally stopped. She restrained me just as she had restrained Aisha, stood in front of us, and began to speak to us: “The Princess wants to have two ‘pets’ in keeping with the culture of this country, horses, animals whose most prominent breed is associated with this part of the world, Arabian horses. So she wants to train you as PonyGirl and PonyBoy for fun.”

“It’s an idea I’m proud of because I suggested it to her,” she added with a smile.

She continued, “She has left me in charge of your transport to another of her mansions, where you will be trained and where she already is. I know these are not horse cages, but you are not horses, are you? So I decided to use these, which I am sure will be very uncomfortable for you. They also have other advantages...” And saying that, he walked to the front of Aisha’s cage and opened a small mesh door that was right in front of Aisha’s mouth.

“This trap door can be used to provide water or food, or also to insert ‘other things’,” she explained. Then, moving behind it, she opened another one at the level of the sex and anus and added, “And of course we have access behind here if we need to insert ‘something else’ as well. Let’s check if the cage is properly adjusted”.

Saying that, she went to a cupboard, took a dildo, applied lubricant to it, went to Aisha’s cage, and, resting it against her vagina, pushed it in until it was fully inserted. Then she fastened it to the wall of the cage with fasteners that made it firm and parallel to the floor.

Then she went to my cage, opened the two corresponding hatches, and inserted two additional dildos in my mouth and in my ass. She said, “This way you are well restrained, and besides, you won’t disturb me by talking. However, I think I forgot to bring two more dildos. We’ll have to improvise something...”

Again, she called the servants and said, “You can fuck the Slut’s mouth and ass.” They didn’t hesitate; one went to the front and one to the back. They lifted the cage and propped it up on a stool so that it was level with their sexes, and then one put his cock in her mouth and the other applied lube, put his cock between Aisha’s buttocks, and started thrusting. When he had his cock all the way up her ass, he started to move his hips and fuck her in the ass, while his partner took his cock deep inside her mouth.

Soon, both men were cumming in her holes. Sania took two more dildos and applied them to Aisha’s mouth and anus. She left us like that for a long time, unable to speak or even look at each other, with our heads fixed straight ahead. When he returned, he removed all the dildos, explaining that, for a trip, it would be safer not to keep them.

They covered our cages with covers that did not allow us to see anything, lifted the cages, moved us to what I assume was a vehicle, and it started up.

After many tiring hours, the vehicle stopped. I was exhausted, as I suppose Aisha would be. The only comfort was a thick carpet that covered the floor of the cage and cushioned it.

The cages were uncovered, and we saw that we were in front of a mansion in isolated and hilly terrain.

They took our cages to a kind of barn or stable, and there we saw that one side of the interior was divided into spaces of about 2 metres by 3 metres, similar to those used to keep horses, with wooden fences separating them, which only marked the space but did not prevent us from seeing the adjoining spaces. In the space, there was straw on the floor and straw bales, as well as some buckets.

They placed my cage in one space and Aisha in another space, far away. They took us out of our cages and tied our collars to the wall with a chain.

Aisha was put back in the chastity belt. Then they placed a harness, made of various leather straps and metal rings, around her thighs, torso, and shoulders. The harness framed and enhanced her breasts, as if it were a bikini with no fabric, just the edges.

The handcuffs were attached to her wrists in the back and then lifted up between her shoulder blades and, in that position, fastened around her neck, leaving her in a forced ‘reverse prayer’ position.

Bells were attached to the rings on her breasts, and a small harness was attached to her head containing a bit, like a horse’s, which was inserted into her mouth.

They repeated the operation with me, leaving me equally immobilised in the harness.

They went away and left us in our respective spots, tied to the wall by a chain and unable to speak. We could only sit and look at each other in the distance.

I realised that I was very thirsty, and seeing that one of the buckets had water in it, I desperately went to drink. Kneeling over the bucket and unable to use my hands, I had to slurp through my mouth like an animal, which was evidently what they wanted. I saw Aisha doing the same. We both fell exhausted on the straw. When I woke up at night wanting to pee, I resorted to the other bucket, assuming it was for that as well.

The next day, a man, whom I called a ‘horseman’, appeared and went to Aisha’s enclosure. He was very thin, with strong, slender arms and legs, very dark skin, curly hair, and a moustache. He had a hard look, and we would discover in time that his character was equally hard and firm.

He picked her up and carried her to her knees on the floor with her chest on a bale of straw.

He knelt behind her, pulled down his trousers, spread her buttocks apart, and began to stick his cock up her arse. Although the bit muffled it, I could hear Aisha’s moans of pain as he slowly penetrated her.

He began to fuck her with hard thrusts that made her breasts squish against the straw. The straw was not soft, so in addition to the discomfort in her anus, she must have been in a lot of pain from the sharp pricks in her breasts.

After a while, he reached forward, grabbed her breasts, and started groping and squeezing them. I thought that at least that protected her from the pricks of the straw. Besides, over time, her sphincter must have relaxed, so that source of pain was also reduced. His rhythm quickened, and with a few final thrusts, he froze, gasped, and ejaculated into her rectum. His hands on her breasts and the sensation of semen invading her bowel triggered Aisha’s conditioning, and she orgasmed.

After that, he released her from the wall and tied a long leash to her collar. He came to my enclosure, released me from the wall, and tied me to another long leash. He led us outside, and there, in a fenced enclosure, he tied our leashes to a central post and gave us the command to run in a circle around the post. To reinforce his order, he took a whip and applied it to our buttocks. We started to run to avoid punishment. He kept us running for a long time, stopping sporadically to let us rest and drink from buckets of water (still kneeling and sipping the water). As we drank, we were able to rub our heads together for support and look at each other, wondering what lay ahead.

At noon, he took us back to the stables, tied us to the wall, put food in bowls, and left. After lunch, we fell asleep, exhausted.

When I woke up, I saw a young man entering Aisha’s compound. He must have been 18 years old and looked very innocent and misplaced; I mentally called him ‘stable boy’. He removed all items from Aisha’s body except the chastity belt and the chain that held her to the wall. With a bucket and sponge, he began to carefully wash and soap Aisha’s entire body, from head to toe. I watched him with huge envy, watching as he made contact with her skin and as he delicately ran the sponge over her head, shoulders, back, breasts, hips, thighs, and legs.

At no time did he make any kind of sexual contact; he treated her like a precious horse to be cared for. When he finished washing her, he dried her with a towel. Then he washed her hair, and finally he applied oil all over her body with a cloth. Finally, he brushed her hair and put back all the harnesses and items.

I couldn’t help but watch them with desperation and feel my cock trying, painfully and futilely, to get erect inside my chastity belt. Although it wasn’t a direct sexual activity, seeing her naked, washed, and oiled was very exciting.

Finally, he put her on food and water, cleaned her enclosure, and left her chained to the wall. He came to me and repeated the same tasks with me, but in a much quicker and less careful way.

The evening brought no more news, and that night we fell asleep, like the previous one, looking at each other in the distance.

The following days were similar. The ‘horseman’ came in the mornings, fucked Aisha in the ass and made her orgasm, and had us exercise for several hours to strengthen us and improve our physical shape. In the afternoon, the stable boy cleaned us, we rested, and it got dark.