A tug to the leash and Laure was being drawn through the other door and back out into the sun. How many days had passed since she was brought in here? How many slaves had come and gone? What were the numbers of captives being used by this colony?

Turning aside, Laure found herself facing a sight as surreal as it was monstrous. One woman stood upright, her body bound in a latex top whose open holes at the front squeezed her breasts through, making them swell with pride. Straps upon the back twisted her arms up her spine, the incorporated mittens depriving her of fingers. Fixed at her waist with a dire corset, a matching band enclosed her throat. Her head was sealed within a hood that left her face free, and which hurled her pony tail down her back from a point placed high on her crown. A large ring hung from the centre of her nose, and upon the latex folds, a bridle had been set, the leather bands forcing a bit between her teeth.

Slender and delicate chains were fixed to her pierced and ringed nipples, reaching up and to the corners of her bit, where they passed through awaiting hoops and then continued back to eventually connect and serve as reigns. Thigh boots were buckled to her legs, the feet shaped like hooves, forcing her onto tip toe. Bands above her knees each set out a short chain that gripped the base of a monstrous dildo. The long shaft reached up, its studded length penetrating her sex and held in place by the knee restraints, thus any step she took beyond the most feeble shuffle would have the length riding in and out.

Another woman was attached to this steed, serving as the partner to a malicious pantomime horse. Her face was pressed between the buttocks of the woman and kept there by straps that furled around the woman’s abdomen, attaching to the corset. Her arms were drawn into a top similar to her companions, save that across her back was set a crafted saddle. Stirrups hung from the side, and a holster held a crop in readiness. Her breasts hung beneath her, the stretched flesh of which was transfixed at the nipple with rings.

Captured by identical thigh boots, she too was penetrated by another titan dildo, with knee bands keeping it locked into her tracts. Her rear was not left untroubled either, for a large plug had been inserted, the base setting free a predictable explosion of fine hair.

The Drone she now knew as Kate, placed a foot into a stirrup and swung up into the saddle, settling in and taking up her reigns and her crop. Clipping Laure’s lead to the saddle, she swung a stroke into the rear of the slave beneath her, and the slaves started to prance forward, their steps placed in perfect and well practised rhythm.

Laure scampered beside them, horrified by the sight of this steed, fearful that she might be condemned to it some day should she fail in her duties as a household slave. Led through the streets, Laure watched the other carts and gigs passing by, the Drones riding the depreciated slaves and applying an energetic scourge to their mounts.

Finally, the woman pulled the reigns, the chains hauling at nipple rings to make the steed whimper and stop. Dismounting, she removed Laure’s leash and tied the reigns over a hitching post. They had stopped before a three storey dwelling with surprisingly few windows when compared to the other structures of the colony.