Chapter Fourteen
Parade
A Country Horse Farm in rural Pennsylvania
“Once you are told to begin, you will continue around the track until you are ordered to stop by either your owner or a marshal. If you stop or slow down before that, you will be severely punished. Begin.”
Silvia stood at ring center while her five slaves trotted around the outer circle. Any movement, given their tack and other equipment, was unpleasant, but the slaves all knew that the punishment they were threatened with would be far less comfortable than simply moving around the dirt track in time with the classical music played from the loud speakers arranged around the arena. So Jean, Anne, Henrietta, Frannie and the former diplomat, Ali, trotted at their pony best, bits deep in their mouths, ass-plugging tails sw
