So what had happened to the other member of D. A. A.M. while Canjac trained Nancy as a ponygirl?

Let us take for example what happened to Nancy's good friend, the voluptuous Donna.

As with the others, they led her from the room at the end of a leash. The man holding her leash stopped when they reached a place where half a dozen captives waited tethered to rings on the wall. Donna took her place at the end of the line. The man blocked her line of sight at first. When she stepped to the side, she saw the chain leash running to a ring mounted on the wall before her. The ring was at eye-level so she could not reach it.

Donna saw the ring for only a few seconds. He stood behind her so she did not see the leather blindfold until was it too late. The blindfold had two leather pads connected by a broad strap. With the ends buckled together behind her head, the blindfold would not come off.

Now she could see nothing. She could only stand and wait.

She waited for only a few minutes. Canjac wanted all the slave girls to receive training to reinforce the knowledge they were only slave girls. Each had submitted. He wanted their submission reinforced so, mentally, they would be unable to resist.

Soon she felt someone pulling the leash. She took a few small steps until she felt the sting of a switch on the back of her left thigh.

"Come on, Slave Girl. I don't have all day."

She moved faster. If she ran into something, it would hurt. Whoever had her leash guided her. She hoped he would keep her from being hurt. If she went slowly, she knew she would end up with a sore ass. If she moved quickly, she might be hurt. If she moved slowly, she definitely would feel pain.

When the person leading her stopped, Donna ran into him. With a hand on each shoulder, he turned her about until she faced in the desired position.

A couple light slaps on the inner thighs told her to spread her legs apart. Not being able to see, she moved slowly for fear she would fall over. Another slap on each thigh told her to hurry.

When she had moved her legs into the desired position, hands fastened a leather cuff about each ankle. She heard the clinking of chains as someone attached them to the cuffs. The cuffs and chains prohibited her from bringing her legs together.

Restraining chains to the rings on the sides of her collar kept her upright. A hand removed the leash.

With Donna secured so she could not resist, they changed her clothing. She saw nothing but felt them pull the short dress on her body. They freed one leg at a time to get the stockings on. She felt hands adjusting them. ("They must have seams up the back," she thought. "They are having trouble getting them straight.") Hands attached the tops of the stockings to the garter belt. The sandals they strapped to her feet had impossible stiletto heels.

They freed her arms so they could pull shoulder-length gloves up them. Her freedom was extremely short-lived as they secured her arms behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow with the forearms together. Straps encircled her forearms in two places. Cuffs about her upper arms were used to anchor straps that ran from one to the other. She could not move her arms at all. They had her arms bound so she could not use them to protect her bottom.

Hands reattached a leash to her collar. A jerk told her to walk forward.

She did not walk far.

"Stop."

Hands maneuvered her about again so she faced in the desired direction. She moved her legs apart as any good little slave girl would while she waited.

Once the blindfold off, Donna saw her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall before her. A man stood behind her, one she did not recognize.

She wore the traditional black satin outfit of a French Maid. The cut of the bodice forced her boobs in the air so they seemed to be ready to pop out of the neckline.

Hands came around her body to grab the minidress at the neckline. The downward tug was only a millimeter or two, but was sufficient to cause her nipples to pop out. The hands tucked the material neatly so the nipples would always be visible.

"Turn around."

She wondered how she could do that with her legs spread. She finally decided to bring them together temporarily until she had turned her back to the mirror.

"Keep you knees locked and bend over. Further. Further. Keep going until you can see yourself in the mirror."

Donna's long, dark hair cascaded down to the floor when her head was lower than her waist. When she had lowered her head close enough to the floor that she could see past the front of the skirt, she realized why he had ordered her to do that.

Bent over, the hem of the miniskirt in back was raised in the air. She did not wear panties.

Her pussy was visible to anyone standing behind her when she bent over. As a slave girl she could expect to bend over often.

"I just want you to realize what you are showing off every time you bend over. Maybe you will be lucky and someone will take advantage of what you are offering."

She thought she detected a little laugh in his voice.

He jerked up on the leash, bringing Donna upright.

A tug told her to follow.

She was getting used to acting as a slave girl.

He led her down one corridor lined with waiting slave girls. Donna raised her head to see if she recognized any. She made eye contact with one slave girl she did not know, then lowered her eyes. She did not want any to recognize her. At the end of the corridor they moved through a door to another room.

He positioned her at the end of a line of tethered slave girls, each dressed as a French Maid. A tap on the inside of her left thigh reminded her to spread her legs apart.

She did not have to wait long before another man came to collect her. Down a corridor and left through a door, they emerged into the loading area. A few meters inside the door was Mandi, tethered to a column with her back to the door. Mandi turned her head to give Donna a fearful look. She was nothing more than a slave girl also.

The man tethered Donna to the column next to Mandi. Both the leashes ran to a single ring.

The man disappeared to Donna's left. She looked over her left shoulder but he was gone. Uncertain whether she was allowed to look around, she looked at Mandi and saw her looking in that direction too. If a slave girl was going to be punished for misbehaving, she wanted it to be Mandi, not her.

When she looked back at the column to which she was tethered, she saw Nancy standing in the center of the room. The presence of the sulky told her they had turned Nancy into a pony girl. Without realizing what she did, the beautiful brunette tugged on her bondage. Escape was impossible.

She was bound as a slave girl.

She heard Mandi moaning. When she glanced down, she saw the light-haired beauty writhing furiously in her bondage.

"She is going to get punished," she thought. Turning back toward the column, she decided to be a good little slave girl and stand there until ordered otherwise. She knew what happened to bad little slave girls. She had punished many bad little slave girls herself. She imagined the pain in her bottom. She want to be a good little slave girl.

The man returned with new gags for the two. Donna was first. A hand on the back of her head forced her face down. With his right hand he flipped half her long tresses over her right shoulder, and the other half over her left. This left the nape of her neck exposed so he could get at the buckle holding the ends of the strap together. She felt him unbuckle it.

"This can't be good," she thought. A ballgag was sort of ordinary. Any other gag might be worse.

Once the strap was undone, he pulled her head back by placing a hand on her forehead. Grabbing the ballgag strap with both hands, he jerked the bright red rubber ball from her mouth.

"Keep your mouth open."

Donna was too smart to disobey. With her mouth open wide, she stared straight ahead (though her eyes moved to the left to try to see what new gag he had for her).

He shoved the new gag into her mouth. The part that slid in her mouth was a leather disk ten centimeters wide and three thick, tapered at the edges. The captive beauty's eyes opened wide at the feel of this gag in her mouth. He had to work it back and forth to get it past her lips. There was no problem with the thickness of the gag, the problem was the width.

This gag was more comfortable than a ballgag and certainly less degrading than a dildo gag. But it was so large!

A broad leather strap held the disk in her mouth. He turned her by the shoulders so she faced Mandi. A hand pressed against the back of her head got her to bend forward. With the ends of the strap buckled together at the nape of her neck, the gag would not come out of her mouth.

Now it was Mandi's turn. She continued to whimper as he replaced her gag. She threw a nervous glance in Donna's direction.

Holding the ends of both leashes, he led both slave girls toward Nancy. He stopped when they were only half a meter from the pony girl. Neither captive saw him reach to a back pocket. With one fluid motion he brought the plume up toward Mandi's mouth. Still holding both leashes in his left hand, he raised that hand to steady her head. The plume slid into a hole in the strap. With a loud "click" it locked in place.

As he raised the plume toward Donna's mouth, the beautiful slave girl bent her head forward to make it easier for the man to fit the end of the plume in the hole on her gag.

He threaded the end of Mandi's leash through Nancy's bridle. Pulling it down, he tied the end to the bar against Nancy's waist.

Using the leash, he led Donna around to Nancy's right. He tethered her the same way.

"Now, dust her. Unless you want to replace her."

Donna leaned forward so she could run the duster down Nancy's arm. When the arm disappeared behind the ponygirl's back, Donna raised her head. Then she lowered it to dust the side of the chest and the tit.

Donna was glad she was a French Maid instead of a ponygirl, even if it meant going around in a short skirt without panties on.

"Still, I wonder…"

What would it be like to be harnessed to a sulky and forced to parade around in public as an animal? Maybe they would let her do it. Once or twice. Once or twice wouldn't be bad. She already wore the collar of a slave girl. Maybe it would be nice just to pretend to be a ponygirl.

Yes, maybe once or twice, just to feel what it was like.

She raised her head again to help keep her balance so she could back up. This allowed her to move her feet further apart. This gave her room to bend over so she could get her head low enough to dust Nancy's feet.

She was certain that would please her master.

Canjac arrived while she dusted the back of Nancy's knee. He moved around to inspect the French Maids from various angles. Donna could not see the smile on his face.

He had returned to further Nancy's training as a ponygirl. Perhaps it was time to give the other slave girls a demonstration of what was required of them.

Donna saw movement on the other side of Nancy. She was too busy to notice exactly what it was. She dusted the belt about the pony girl's waist.

A hand appeared below her, pulling the plumb out. As she straightened up, she saw the hand unfastening the end of the leash. Her eyes shifted to the left. Canjac held the leash. She took a few steps toward the back of the sulky. Canjac had the end attached to a ring when she got there.

Before getting back on the sulky, Canjac whispered a few instructions to one of his men.

"I guess he wants us to practice walking in these high heels," she thought.

Almost as soon as they started forward, Canjac had Nancy turn to the left. She headed toward the door. When she felt a pull on the leash, he turned left to begin a large turn around the room.

By then they had removed all the slave girls who had knelt in rows to watch Nancy's training. They followed the inside wall until they were near the point where the slave girls had knelt.

Canjac, the sulky, and three slave girls made two laps around the large room. Donna was getting used to moving quickly in those high heeled sandals. She was not exactly running, but she did move faster than she ever thought possible.

Nancy had more experience than the others trotting about high heels, but she still had to concentrate. As soon as she felt a tug on the reins she began to turn. She saw the pattern in the turns. At the approach to a wall, she waited for the tug on the reins to tell her to move. A tug toward the right. She assumed they were going to make a wide turn.

Instead, they continued forward. At the last minute the door slid open. The sunlight pouring through the opening was a blinding beacon of light.

Nancy tried to stop, but the momentum of the sulky kept her moving forward through the doorway. When she tried to slow up, she felt the sting of the whip on her fanny.

She was in the alley behind the building before she knew it. She knew if she stopped where she was, she would still be in the open where people could see her.

And she would still get some sort of punishment on her protruding bottomcheeks.

At the end of the alley Canjac had her turn right. She pulled the sulky up High Street to the far end of the town. There were people around. She heard them. She could see some movement. She saw no one (though she was certain everyone stared at her naked body).

Two left turns had her trotting back in the direction of Canjac's stronghold on a street parallel to High Street. Their destination was elsewhere.

This route led through the main square. Nancy stopped when Canjac pulled sharply on the reins. Other sulkies and wagons pulled by ponygirls moved back on her left. Out of the corner of her eye she could see slave girls standing around.

Canjac moved quickly to the back of the sulky where he took the leads of the two slave girls. There were dozens of others slave girls in the town square. Canjac led the two to an open space to the right where Nancy could not see what happened to them.

"Face in that direction," he said, pointing across the square. They stood with their backs to the street, their legs spread far apart.

Canjac secured them in that position by attaching leather cuffs about their ankles. Chains between the cuffs and rings set in the ground forced them to maintain that position.

He moved around before them.

"Whenever anyone comes by, I want you to show your respect, and your best assets, by bending over. If you don't, you know what will happen to you."

The two stared straight ahead as their master moved around behind them, though they followed him with their eyes until he was out of sight.

Though she could not see what happened, Nancy realized Canjac had left them behind in public.

When he signaled her to start forward, she raised her knees as high as she could, trying to please her master.

She was glad she was a ponygirl.