In Louisiana near the Gulf of Mexico is located one of the biggest sugar cane plantations in the Americas. The average life of a slave working the cane there is less than ten years. The sun, the heat, the humidity, the snakes, and Mistress Samantha Hartford kill slaves faster than they can be imported from Africa, Cuba, and the orient. Cutting sugar cane is the most dangerous job there is. The razor sharp knives, the small deadly snakes, working eighteen-hour days in one hundred degree heat make it so. Add to that a sadistic Mistress whose greatest pleasure is whipping the skin off one of her slave’s backs, and you have living hell for slaves. It is called the Hartford Plantation.

The four Man-Man slaves sent by the Maderas in Cuba had arrived with the week’s shipment and Samantha Hartford couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. She had talked about nothing else for months and was so excited to see them that she went to the docks herself to pick them up. It was hard for Mistress Samantha to fathom that these bred slaves didn’t need chains or the whip to reach the highest level of submission. They had been trained to please their mistress at all costs. Over fifty slaves were being unloaded for transport to the plantation, most of them faceless field hands who would be dead by this time next year. Samantha didn’t care.

When the four man-man slaves were off-loaded, even Samantha was impressed. Each girl stood about 5’4" with beautiful black hair, rounded golden breasts with brown nipples, a thin waist, and a gorgeous Eurasian face. They were slender, but not starved looking, with beautiful hips and ass cheeks. Their teeth were almost pure white. Branded on each breast was the famous "M" brand and on each nipple was a gold nipple ring with a disk marked "M". The girls were naked except for a small loincloth that covered their clit. Beneath it was a locked chastity belt with "O" rings. The "O" rings held a light chain, which connected to the wrist cuffs and anklets worn by each slave. The anklets were long enough so each girl could take baby steps, but certainly walk or run.

When Samantha approached them, crop in hand; their friendly demeanor caught their new Mistress off guard. Instead of reacting to their new owner with fear, they greeted her with kisses to the hand and ankles and swore their loyalty to their new lord. Usually, Samantha would greet a new slave with a couple of sharp whacks with the crop to establish ownership and control, but she simply took their hand and guided them to the waiting carriages.

Samantha could sense that the girls felt strange riding in a carriage pulled by six pony-girls. She could see that Yuan, the girl nearest her was shocked when she applied the whip over and over again, striping the backs of the ponies. As Yuan looked at the girls pulling them, she couldn’t help gasp at the hot iron welts and whip scars that covered the pony-girls.

When the carriage arrived at the plantation, a sight never seen at their childhood home greeted the slaves. Two young ponies were fighting in a small arena. Both girls were completely naked and heavily greased. They were clawing and scratching each other, pulling hair, biting, fighting as if their very life depended on it. It looked like a fight to the death, but what they would find out some weeks later was that Mistress Samantha loved "cat fighting" and devised punishments and rewards to make the slaves fight for her, sometimes to the death.

The Man-Mans were ushered out of the carriages and brought to one of the barns were a blacksmith was already waiting. He cut away each of the girl’s chastity belts underneath which was a gold ring surrounding the clit. Two disks fell from the ring. One had the initial "M" which stood for Madera and other was blank. The smithy removed the blank one and replaced it with a golden disk with the initial "S" which denoted their new owner. He then put the slave girls in leg vices, which held the leg and thigh perfectly still. The Brand went just inside the thigh, a half-inch below the vagina. He did each girl’s left side first, and then repeated the process on the right side. When it was finished, each slave wore the letter" S" on her clit and both sides of her vagina. They couldn’t mistake whose property they were.

When the smithy finished a female dressed in long leathers entered the barn carrying slave collars that snuggly fit around each girl’s neck. The collars were so wide that the girls couldn’t look down. Immediately following the collars, two assistants appeared with strange looking chastity belts. Each girl was bent over a wooden horse while the belt was fastened around the waist. The belt had a thick vertical strap with two large plugs, one for the anus, and the other for the vagina. The assistants greased them before the insertions were made and the belts were locked shut. The girls were in agony. They couldn’t remember such pain.

They were left in the barn with instructions to stand at attention without moving. The Mistress with the leathers marked where their feet were to stand. They were unfed, exhausted and in pain when Samantha and the Mistress in leather came back to the barn. They hadn’t moved an inch.

One by one the assistant brought each one to where Samantha was sitting. Samantha rose and removed a metal punch from her pocket. Before the slave knew it, Samantha pierced a large hole through her nose and inserted a large nose ring with the same gold disk she wore on her clit. It read " S".

After the nose ring was placed and the disk set, Samantha took her time examining her handy work. She removed the belt so she could finger the girls, testing their juicing speed. When she finished fingering their holes she placed her dirty fingers in the girls mouth to see how obedient they really were. She was shocked when every one of the girls licked her fingers clean without the slightest hesitation.

When she finished, she instructed her assistant to bathe and oil the new slaves before putting the belts back on. They were fed and watered and allowed to relieve themselves before being placed in an isolation cell for the night. They were bellied on a cot and neck chained to the bed so they couldn’t move. A slave hood was tightened around their head leaving them in total darkness. The cell door was shut. They were alone in darkness.

By morning the plugs began cramping and the slaves were in pure agony. From their cells they could hear other ponies scurrying around, lining up for training and morning runs. They were retrieved from their cells by eight a.m. and released from their belts. They joined a line of some twenty slave girls who were standing in line in a similar fashion to the line they were in before the Mistress spoke to them. Each girl stood at attention, perfectly still without the slightest movement. As the four Man-Mans approached they didn’t so much as look in their direction.

The trainer instructed them to stand there without moving an inch until someone came to get them. They weren’t threatened with consequences, but the new slaves had seen three ponies being punished on the way to the line. Each slave was fish hooked through the vagina and nipples. A cord was attached to each hook, which held them in place. If they broke position they would have their sex organs torn off.

The girls were slowly pulled from the line one by one and brought outside where they were dressed in pony gear. It was almost two hours before a trainer took them.

Mistress Samantha was busy in the coral, while the four Man-Mans were attached to one large chariot for the morning ride. When she finished what she was doing, she climbed aboard the chariot, swung her whip in the air and rode off with her new charges. She picked the most difficult riding course, circling the Louisiana swampland. The heat and humidity were intense, yet the slaves trotted along at full speed without a single whipping. They ran the full ten-mile course without water and after a sleepless night in which their chastity belts bit deep inside them. When the ride ended, everyone including the Mistress was soaked with sweat. Mistress Samantha was so impressed that she ordered her trainer to wash down the girls and allow them to rest without their belts on.

The barn in which the pony girls were kept has twenty stalls. Each stall locks like a cell, but the girls inside can talk down the row and socialize. Except for the four new Man-Mans, the slaves were locally born and bred. Many were sisters, or cousins. All of them knew each other since birth. They hated and feared their Mistress, who would occasionally make an example out of one of them. Just the sight of Mistress Samantha entering the barn made them quake with fear. If Samantha had the slightest mood swing, it could mean fifty lashes, or being hung by the thumbs. If a pony didn’t run up to her capacity she could spend weeks in special training that went on twenty four hours a day.

She treated her ponies like animals. It was no wonder then that the old ponies worried about the new competition from the Man-Mans. They knew they couldn’t run as well. If Mistress Samantha used them to set a new standard, they’d all be killed. So, they set out to make life a living hell for the new girls. During the morning inspection they would push them so they’d break position, or they’d spill their food ration so the girls would be hungry all day. Life had changed from the Madera.

Mistress Samantha couldn’t wait to begin breeding the new slaves. She selected two bucks from the Bulla line rather than the Mandingos the Madera family used in Cuba. Bulla was the largest breed of African slave. Some of the males were almost seven feet tall, but unlike other species, the Bulla male weighed over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. His erect penis was over nine inches and he could endure several penetrations per night without softening or reducing his semen flow. Bulla men were very rare, but fortunately, Samantha had three. One she saved for herself and her friends who wanted vaginal penetration and the other two were used to breed.

The Man-Man slaves were very small. When they saw the Mistress holding a penis the size of a fire hose, ready for penetration, they panicked, but Samantha was surprisingly gentle as she guided the penis inside them. By the time all of it was in, the girl exploded into multiple orgasms, gushing their wetness all over Samantha and the male Bulla. It didn’t take many passes to impregnate the girls and nine months later Mistress Samantha had four new pieces of property.

Mistress Samantha had become fascinated with Ling, one of the new Man-Mans. She usually slept with her body slave or one of the housemaids, but decided to see if the Man-Mans were as submissive in bed as they were in training and running.

She ordered the head housemaid to get Ling from the barn and prepare her for inside service. Ling was to be washed and oiled. Her long black hair was to be combed and her nails polished with red berry juice. She was to be instructed in how the mistress liked to be pleasured, after which she was to be placed on the floor near the Mistress’s bed.

When Samantha entered the bedchamber, Ling was kneeling as she had been instructed. Her knees were straight with her legs and toes tucked under. Her back was in perfect posture with her head looking down at the floor. When she heard her mistress approach, she brought her head down and kissed her Mistress’s feet and toes until the Mistress summoned her to bed.

The sight of ling, naked, with beautiful branded breasts that wore her initials on the nipple made Samantha wet. Without asking permission, Ling kissed her on the lips as they fell on the bed. Ling went to Samantha’s nipples and clit, and then began to tongue her asshole, thrusting it deep inside. Instinctually Ling new where her Mistress’s "G" spot was and massaged it over and over again with her finger and tongue. Samantha had never had this many orgasms. When she felt she was exhausted, Ling climbed on her back, rubbing her breasts and vagina against her mistress’ back, nibbling on her neck and thrusting her tongue inside her ear.

Before it was over, Ling licked the cum off her mistresses body like drinking in milk. She went to the toes, sucking on each one. Samantha had never had sex like this before.

"Did I please my Mistress?" Ling whispered. If I didn’t please whip me Mistress. Samantha looked over at Ling, who had yet to have a sexual release. She fingered her nipples and the small gold disks with her initial on them. She took her big toe and pointed to Ling’s pussy. Ling positioned herself so Samantha didn’t have to move. She helped her mistress insert the big toe and three others deep inside herself. She bucked back and forth, holding the Mistress’s ankle for dear life.

After her third release, Ling went down to the feet of her owner and licked her own wetness off her mistress’s toes. She then nuzzled her way back up to Samantha’s "G" spot and gave her the most explosive orgasm of her life.

After that things changed on the Hartford plantation. The Man-Mans were moved inside the house and made the private pleasure slave their Mistress. Samantha had become a different person. She allowed the ponies to sleep without belts and to move around the barn at night unchained. She never used the whip again. She lost her desire to be sadistic. At night she would sometimes visit the barn with Ling or one of the other Man-Mans and join in the sex with her slaves.