I was taken to the Vets, it was a room about 20"x20" fully tiled, a stout leather collar was locked around my neck. A chain attached to the ceiling was then padlocked to my collar, leaving me in the middle of the room, unable to move more than a few inches. The Maid left. Even though she was ball gagged and hobbled, she looked at me with satisfaction in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what would happen to me.

A girl came in, she was wearing a short nurses uniform, stockings (yes that short), and high heels, as the maid she was hobbled and could only take short steps. The main difference between the nurse and the maid was that the nurse wasn’t gagged, instead her gag was undone but still around her neck, I could see her spittle still on it, she obviously has been wearing it recently.

"Ok bitch" she said, "You are no longer a woman, no longer an individual, from now on you are shit, fucking nothing, zero, a nobody, fuck all. If I want to wipe you out like some dog shit on my shoe I will, so when I untie you just remember you cant move, so have a pop at me and you are gone! Comprehend?"

Terrified, all I could do was nod. " Good" she said as she went to the instrument table and picked up a scalpel.

That was when I lost it, I thought she was going to kill me, I panicked, but the chain and collar held me fast. All I could do was kick, and even that carefully, because I was frightened of losing my footing and strangling myself.

The nurse just stepped back and said "Don’t worry, all I’m here for is to strip you, as you wont be wearing any clothes for a good while, just calm down and let me do my job, otherwise the vet will punish me as well as you"

I relaxed; she cautiously came closer and started to cut my clothes and ropes away, soon I was naked except for my heeled boots. "I’m going to take those off now, so no funny tricks," she said as she knelt down and undid the zip, lifting my foot, and then the other I was now totally naked.

The nurse left , God what had I got myself into? Another eternity want past, this time it was my legs that hurt, for five years I had NEVER been bare foot, my Master preferring me in Stilettos, my calf muscles were stretched to the limit and I was not sure if I could stand for much longer.

Salvation arrived with the entry of the Vet. He was tall, handsome and dressed in black leather trousers and a white coat. The nurse accompanied him but the ball gag that was loose around her neck now fitted perfectly in her mouth.

He gave the nurse a pair of leather cuffs and motioned towards me, she took them and bringing my hands behind my back, locked them in place.

He then went over to the corner of the room and unraveled a hosepipe, "You Stink" he shouted as the jet of freezing cold water hit me. I almost lost my balance but he moved closer and forcing my legs apart shoved the nozzle up my available privates. He then moved round the back and gave me a hose pipe enema

My legs finally gave way and I started to choke on my collar. The Vet casually walked over to the table and pressed a button, the chain instantly fell from the ceiling and I fell to the floor gasping for breath.

The next hour was pure hell. I was fastened to the inspection table and subjected to all sorts of examinations. He did internals, anal and vaginal. Pain tolerance tests on my nipples and cunt involved electrical contacts and the power being turned up until I passed out. He checked my mouth, teeth, feet, hair, arm pits, you name it he did it.

Finally all was over and after giving the nurse instructions he left.

I was taken, still naked along the corridor to the stables. On the way I passed 30 or so stables, each contained a woman, all as naked as I was. All collared, some forced to stand, some lying in the hay asleep, all cuffed, some bearing the marks of being beaten but most of all, even though none was gagged all were silent.

The half-stable door was opened, the chain was fastened to the ring and I was left there, naked except for collar and cuffs, fortunately, I had enough slack to lie down. My body was completely fatigued and so I lay in the hay and went to sleep.

The next morning, I was woken by the sound of a hunting horn. I shook my head and opened my eyes, where was I? Then it all came back to me. A young girl opened the gate in front of me and I was led to an exercise paddock.

I was dressed in leather panties and boots, a bit gag was placed in my mouth and I was attached to what can only be described as a chariot, something similar to those in the film Ben Hur. Except the jockey was a woman, she was kited out in all the gear, stockings, stilettos, etc. She also had a whip.

She shouted "GEE UP HORSY" and cracked the whip against my arse. My first reaction was to turn round and tell her to "Fuck off", I tried but as I was Harnessed and bit gagged what could I do but run.

I ran around that farm for two hours, the crack if the whip on me all the time, if I flagged the whip was used, if I went faster, the whip was used, the bitch riding in the chariot obviously got a thrill from the whip and I was shown no mercy.

The days passed and I was fed on oatmeal and water, exercised, whipped and subjected to such humiliations as can’t be described here. After a fortnight, I was fitter, slimmer, more submissive and begging more for release than I ever had been in all my five years as a slave.

I could stand it no longer and so I rebelled. In my stall one night, I dared to break the rules. I spoke to the slave in the next stall. She refused to speak to me at first, but as I went on she had no choice.

We agreed that if we all rebel then there weren’t enough trainers/stable boys to keep us in line, we had a chance of escape.

That morning came and three of us were led to the paddock. This was unusual we should have been on the track.

"So you lot think that you can get the better of us", said the head boy, "why do you think we leave you ungagged all the time? Its because we can monitor you better, all your stalls are wired for sound. If you think you can escape you are sadly mistaken, we have been running this place for the last forty years and no one has ever escaped.

Shit we didn’t even have chance to try anything, there was no hope.

We were taken to the fence and chained to it, whipped tormented and otherwise abused.

I, as the instigator of the rebellion was then pussy whipped, this involved me being tied hand and foot then suspended spread-eagled. The whip went on my pussy, you won’t believe how I squirmed, lash after lash. I screamed but the only ones who could hear me were the other slaves and they were only allowed to hear because it would make them think twice about rebelling.

I eventually passed out to the sound of the head stable boy’s voice: "this one’s had enough, we can’t do any more with her, take her back to her stall, she can go in next week’s auction"

CONTINUED SOON IN – "The Auction".

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