Miserably, Helle knelt, huddled into the corner of her stall, her arms, as usual, strapped across the small of her back. She sighed, deeply. Keane's tenderness hadn't lasted long. Situation normal, she reflected; probably because she had lost the trotting-race again. Now, she was waiting to be taken away, to start her punishment, another two weeks of forced labour, harnessed in front of a plough.

She sighed and tried to lie down in the straw, just as a rattle of the latch on her door startled her and then she groaned. The ugly bitch was back and she was holding a slave-saddle over her arm.

'On your feet mare!'

'Yes Mistress!' Having learned the futility of resistance, Helle got up and stood, waiting obediently, just wondering what perverted things she would have to do now.

The woman cackled and, none too gently, saddled Helle, clipping the seat to her waist-band and ramming the bit between her teeth. Tightening the cinch, between Helle's thighs, the woman drew a gasp of pain from her captive, as the leather strap spread the creamy thighs and stretched the soft lips of her vagina. The woman then clipped the reins to Helle's collar, and slapped her naked rump, 'All ready horsey!' She unshackled Helle's tether-chain and then snarled, 'On your knees mare!'

Helle dropped to her knees and waited whilst the woman mounted her. Knowing her place now, Helle stood up as soon as her rider was settled.

'Trot!' The woman dug her heels into Helle's rump.

Helle gurgled a reply, through the bit and obeyed, trotting forwards, out through the doorway.

Ten minutes later Helle was outside the Pleasure Palace, shivering slightly, in trepidation, but, all the same, delighting in being able to take delicious breaths of the fresh, cool evening air. But her elation didn't last long for, after guiding her across the paved courtyard towards the damp, sweet-smelling grass, her rider pulled up hard on the reins.

Helle grunted in pain, as her head was jerked backwards, and she stopped, while her rider dismounted. The woman pointed to a small figure about two hundred yards away, 'Mistress Sheena wants you!' She chuckled, 'Have a nice ride!' She walked away towards the tunnel again.

Helle stood, shivering, her heart heavy, wondering what was to happen to her now.

Sheena cracked the dog-whip she was holding and even at this distance Helle heard the sharp report. The woman shouted to her, 'Come on you mare! Move your hide! Get yourself over here!'

Helle broke into a run and, gasping as the leather tack rasped against her body, trotted towards Sheena. Finally, she halted, panting and sweating, splathering through the bit, and stood trembling, in front of the woman.

Sheena was wearing a thick fur coat, pulled close about her and for a moment, she stood looking at Helle. Then Sheena stepped forward and lifted Helle's head a little, 'Let's get all this stuff off you. I want you stark-naked girl' Sheena removed all of Helle's harness, and her leather collar. She smiled an evil smile, as she watched Helle begin to shiver even more, as the sweat began cooling on her naked flesh. The woman shoved the handle of a whip under Helle's chin jerking her head upward and hissed, 'Cold is it, slut!'

Helle nodded, 'Y.Y.Y.Yes M.M.M.Mistress!' Her teeth were beginning to chatter.

'Roll in the grass then slut!' The whip cracked, 'NOW!'

Helle needed no second telling. She dropped to the ground and began to roll over and over in the damp, lush grass. It wasn't entirely unpleasant and not so cold as she thought it would be. In fact, it seemed to be warming her slightly and it was certainly cleaning some of the filth from her body. Sheena allowed Helle about two minutes of this, before slashing the whip into her naked flank.

Helle screamed in pain and lay still, on her back.

Sheena leaned forwards, 'On your knees.'

Helle obeyed and awaited her Mistress.

Sheena stooped and kissed Helle lightly on the forehead, 'Now I'll have to warm up your hide a little won't I?'

Helle began to shake in fearful anticipation then, knowing that a whipping was coming.

But Sheena didn't do anything like that. She merely began to caress Helle's breasts, and then opened the front of the fur, to reveal that she too, was completely naked beneath. She held the coat wide, 'Lower your head and put it between my legs!'

'Yes Mistress!' Helle was puzzled, but she obeyed, nuzzling her head between the woman's legs, so Sheena was virtually sitting astride her neck. Sheena gripped tightly with her thighs, and allowed her hands to wander over the offered back of her slavegirl. Then, casting off the fur coat, Sheena began to grind her hips against Helle's neck. In moments, then the evil woman was slashing at Helle's exposed buttocks with the whip, all the while, grinding herself against the struggling, squirming girl's neck and shoulders, ignoring the screams of pain, as the whip slashed into defenceless flesh.

As Sheena’s movements became more frantic, her juices began to run freely over Helle's body, and Helle could feel the warmth of the fluid, as it slopped about her neck, sliding over her shoulders. Then suddenly, Sheena stopped and moved away from Helle. She looked down at her captive, 'Now, you can do something else for me, you sexy little slut!' She panted, as she stooped to pick up the fur coat again, draping it about Helle's naked body, 'Start kissing my pussy! Sink that tongue deep inside me, deep as you can!'

Helle groaned again, but knew she had to obey, 'Yes Mistress!' she replied, as the woman pushed her hips towards her. Helle then began to tongue the woman's sex-lips. In moments, Sheena was gyrating her hips again, sliding her sex-mound around Helle's face, grabbing the long, amber-blonde hair, pressing Helle's face close into her vagina.

Helle was soon gasping for breath, but she knew she had to keep on pushing her tongue in and out of the woman's dripping sex. Although she tried to fight it, soon, Helle felt her own lesbian tendencies rising again as she tasted the woman's sex-juice, sweet and warm, trickling into her mouth. She hated this woman. She was a monster, but she tasted so sweet.

Then the whip slashed into Helle's back and she was pushed to the ground.

Sheena wrapped the coat about herself again and looked down haughtily, at her cowering slavegirl, 'You're getting to like women too much.'

Fearing the woman was jealous and expecting a beating, Helle knew how to respond, 'Mistress, it's nice only with you! I like it with just you Mistress!'

The woman laughed, 'I'm not worried about that, bitch!' She cut into Helle's hind quarters with the whip, ignoring the scream of pain, 'Don't forget, you have to satisfy men as well.'

'Yes Mistress!'

The woman grabbed Helle's hair and dragged her to her feet, once more, pushing the butt of the whip beneath Helle's chin, lifting her head a little. Putting her face close to Helle's, she said, 'You're also becoming a useful pony-girl, but you're not fast enough for the gigs, are you?'

'Helle hung her head, 'No Mistress.'

Sheena grinned and pushed Helle away, 'That's why your training is to be stepped up and to start you off we are putting you on a special diet. Are you pleased slave!'

Shivering as the sweat and the woman's juices cooled on her skin, Helle kept her head low and, knowing she would be whipped if she gave the wrong answer, said, 'Yes Mistress.'

'Good!' Sheena grabbed Helle's head, pulled it downwards and re-fastened the leather collar about the slender neck, clipping a chain to the collar. Helle shook with apprehension, wondering what was to come now.

Sheena chuckled, 'We start right away.' She snapped at Helle, 'Back on your knees and eat!'

Helle frowned. Surely not, she thought. In puzzlement, she said, 'I don't understand Mistress! What must I eat?'

Her answer was the slash of the dog-whip across her belly and thighs. Screaming she dropped to her knees.

Sheena shouted, 'I told you to get to your knees you little mare.' She slashed the handle of the whip into Helle's unprotected buttocks, twice, extracting squeals of pain. Sheena stood, hands on hips, looking down at Helle, 'What do you think you eat you stupid mare! What all horses eat! You eat the grass! Now get on with it!'

Helle couldn't believe her ears. The perverted woman was serious. She expected her to eat grass. Oh God! What would they think of next?

One more blow of the whip shattered Helle's thoughts; she screamed out in pain and anger, and then bowed her head in submission, 'Yes Mistress!' Then, like the animal she was being turned into, she began to graze, tentatively, at the soft meadow grass. The sickly taste made her gag and she knew she was also eating other things. But she had no choice. She carried on munching at the grass, her stomach heaving and wanting to vomit. Then the whip lashed into her buttocks again, She rolled over, trying to evade the lash, but it was hopeless. Sheena slashed her four or five times before saying, 'Eat it as though you enjoy it mare!'

'Yes Mistress! Yes!' Sobbing now, Helle got back to her knees, and began to tear at the grass with her teeth; greedy now; ripping the green blades from the earth, chewing and swallowing the sickly stuff, her teeth grinding on the gritty earth which came up with the grass. Her stomach rebelled again and, desperate now, she began to hope, Sheena would soon tire of this sport. But she knew her hopes were futile, for, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sheena open the fur coat again and begin to finger herself.

In moments, Sheena was ramming her own hand into herself, sliding it deep into her wet, dripping vagina, as she watched her helpless, naked slavegirl, grazing like a beast.

Sheena, moved over to Helle and, still masturbating herself, knelt behind her slave, to lean towards Helle's up thrust, creamy buttocks. The woman pushed her tongue between the soft buttocks and began to lick around the inside of the Helle's thighs.

Soon Helle too was moaning, as she tried to resist the advances of the woman's silky tongue. But it was hopeless. Helle's lesbian tendencies surged up again and she began to squirm, as she chewed at the grass.

Abruptly then, Sheena got up to stand astride Helle's back and pushed her head lower to the ground, 'Keep grazing slut!' She rubbed her crotch against Helle's flesh, and began to flick at her buttocks with the whip handle, 'When I've finished you can stop!' The woman then began frenzied masturbation again, as Helle tore at the grass with her teeth.

Sheena was gasping, 'Come on you slut. Eat like an animal! Graze like the sexy little beast you are. Chew that grass. Swallow it, you sexy little bitch!'

The woman's juices were slicking all over Helle's back again, running around her neck, sliding downwards to slick over the sides of her rib cage. The weight of the woman pushed Helle's face into the grass as she tried to obey her Mistress. Tearing at the grass, Helle chewed it into a foul tasting mash, gagging as she swallowed the sickly stuff, feeling her stomach filling with wind.

Harder the woman ground her hips into Helle's neck, 'God! Oh God! Come on you gorgeous little slut! Come on! Fetch me off!'

Finally, the demented woman gave a wail of ecstasy and her love-juice came in a mini-torrent, as she bore down on her slavegirl, until she collapsed. The two women squirmed in an embrace on the cool grass and Sheena's tongue sank deep into Helle's mouth as they cuddled in a love grasp, their passions cooling into the night air.

Eventually, Sheena draped the big coat over both of them and gently, caressed Helle's body. She kissed the girl's forehead, 'I think I'm going to persuade the Sheik to take you out of the stables my pet.' She smiled in the dusk, 'Your delicious body is wasted as a pony-slave. How would you like to be my personal hand-maiden?'

Helle began to shake again, wondering what was really in the woman's mind; wondering what horrors lay in store for her, if she was to become the personal plaything of this female monster. But it couldn't be much worse than being used as a beast of burden for evermore. She nodded, 'Whatever Mistress says!'

Sheena smiled warmly and hugged Helle to her body, 'Then so it shall be my pet!'

Helle gave a hesitant smile. She had no choice anyway, so there was little point in resisting. As if she meant it, Helle returned the woman's passionate kiss. At least for the moment there was tenderness.

The Sheena smiled then and got up slowly, pulling on the fur coat, 'Stand up, my little slave!'

Helle obeyed, and Sheena came close, slipped her arm about Helle and hugged her to her own body, wrapping the coat about them both, 'Come my sweet' Sheena said, pulling her gently along with her, 'We'll go back inside now.'

Docile now, Helle allowed Sheena to lead her back towards the tunnel, suddenly feeling relaxed and for the moment, enjoying the woman's caresses, as they walked back towards the Pleasure Palace.