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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Uma?"
She looked up as her name was called out, hand still wrapped around Daka's big shaft inside his robe. A muscular blonde man stood before them in leather chaps and vest.
"What is it, Ranyo?" she said with some exasperation. He was one of her stablehands, and not the brightest.
Ranyo nodded at Daka. "Is he the one with Lady Koho-Sen?"
"Yes." She released her hold on Daka's organ, the moment past.
"I'm to take him to the smithy and get him ringed," Ranyo told her.
"Who says?"
"Lady Koho told Lady Lena, who told a handmaiden, who found me out back exercising Midnight and Strawberry."
"All right. Well, you heard him, boy, get to the smithy. But return here straightaway. I want to try to exercise all these thoroughbreds today before they get too frisky."
"Yes Ma'am."
Daka obediently followed Ranyo through the stable to the exercise yard in back. Two ponies, one so darkskinned she was nearly purple and one a light-skinned, freckled redhead, pulled a small, heavily weighted coach around a circular track at a slow jog. The ruts where the wheels ran were extra deep to keep the coach on path.
Ranyo led him out a gate in the fence to a small wood building. Smoke billowed from its steel chimney. Inside, bent over a small anvil, working on a trailer hitch, was a stocky bear of a woman. Her graying hair hung in a thick ponytail down her bare, sweaty back. She wore roughskinned blacksmith's chaps and a thick canvass apron. Her skin was sooty and smudged and streaked with sweat. Her fat breasts hung down to her waist and bulged the apron, making her look obese, but Daka saw it was mostly muscle.
"Nina!" Ranyo called out. The big woman looked up, raising the magnifying goggles from her eyes so she could see them. "This one needs a ring," he told her.
"I'm busy," she told him gruffly.
"Supposed to be done immediately, by order of the Lady," Ranyo said warningly.
"Everything's always a rush," she grumbled, but straightened up and took off the goggles. "Well, come here, boy," she growled. "I can't do it from across the room. Sit there," she told him, when he'd obeyed. "And pull up that robe."
Daka sat in the angle-backed wooden chair and put his feet in the metal pads on the floor before it. Nina began spinning a crank on the back of the chair, and the flat metal footpads rose and separated. His knees spread wide and came back almost to his chest. Nina pulled up a stool and tugged on rubber gloves. As she sat on the stool Daka heard clanking.
"Well, let's see what we have here," she murmured. "Hey, you dunce, he's already got a ring," she called to Ranyo. She grabbed the metal tag and read it uninterestedly.
"You're supposed to put in a guiche, and hook 'em together," Ranyo said. "Seamless. Also supposed to get rid of some tag, whatever that means."
"Okay, this will take but a minute."
With a pair of large snips Nina deftly removed his former owner's tag from the ring through his glans, then examined the ring in her thick fingers. She grunted.
"Pull up your package, boy," she told him. He didn't know what she meant, so she pulled his cock and scrotum up out of the way and pressed them to his mound. "Like that," she directed.
She pulled over a two-foot-square box on wheels that was filled with drawers from bottom to top. From different drawers she removed pliers, a small but thick gold ring, a thick needle, and a steel hypodermic. She grabbed the hypodermic first.
'You're not going to feel anything down here for a while," she told him, stabbing the hypo into the skin below his scrotum. She injected the fluid it contained and counted to sixty. Daka felt a growing numbness, which soon reached from his navel, down between his legs and up to his tailbone, and a few inches down each thigh.
Nina grabbed the thick needle and pinched a thick fold of skin just below his scrotum. Daka couldn't feel a thing as he watched her push the needle through the fold. She took the open-ended gold ring, barely large enough to go around the tip of her pinkie, and pushed it against the base of the needle. The needle came out, leaving the ring prettily piercing his reddish-brown skin. The ring lay sideways between his thighs. The hole in his flesh didn't bleed at all.
"Okay, let go," Nina said. "Let go." She tapped his hands, and he let go of his genitals. His scrotum fell forward and covered the new ring, and Nina nodded.
Grabbing the ring vertically piercing the head of his cock, Nina curled it under to meet the new horizontal ring. When the two overlapped, she took the small pliers and squeezed the small ring shut. Daka's cock was now ringed to his own body, its head half-buried beneath his balls.
"Now," Nina said seriously, "don't move." Taking a small grey cylinder that just barely fit in her palm, she pushed his flesh to the side, revealing the two interlocking rings. With a click a spout of blue flame erupted from the tank. Nina adjusted it until the flame was but an inch long, then passed it back and forth along the seam on his small ring. When the metal had melted just enough she flicked off the torch and blindly reached behind her for an urn. She poured the water in it over Daka's groin, then let go of his flesh and sat back. Daka looked down at his reorganized genitalia in confusion, wondering just why this had been done to him. Had he angered his Mistress? The order had come from her, or so it'd been said.
Nina cranked down his feet and helped him stand. With the numbness in his groin his legs felt funny, but he thought he could walk. When he looked down all he could see now was his shaft curving down and out of sight beneath his balls, which bulged out to either side.
"Gonna have to piss sittin' down," Nina said, "but you're none the worse for wear." She stood up, undoing the apron strap behind her back, the pulled it off over her head. Underneath she wore nothing but the rough-sided chaps, and Daka was amazed at the amount of steel between her legs and hanging from her nipples. She had multiple rings stuffed through the big holes in the bases of her nipples, and there was so much glinting steel between her legs Daka couldn't see any flesh. She dipped the urn into a nearby barrel and doused her sweat-streaked body with water.
"You got time for a poke?" Ranyo asked her, leaning against a table. His eyes were on her big gleaming, dripping breasts. Nina looked over at him with a scowl.
"I don't have time for you, boy, I've got work until sunset and then some. Go park your stick in one of those ponies you like so much."
The coach rolled through green hills for almost an hour before they entered Greenwood. Much of the green was soybeans or corn in ordered fields, but coarse grass covered the bare hills. S'Leah was amazed just how green the land became just a few days north of the Wash.
The fields were an acre or three on average, with a small homestead on it or nearby. S'Leah could see small figures in the distance, working the rows, as the coach rolled on.
The station was a pretty white-sided building on the edge of town. Greenwood stretched away to the east, small houses and low one- or two-story businesses, the street wide and layered with gravel.
They pulled up beside the station creaking and clanking, and she stretched her stiff muscles. The padding on the seat left a lot to be desired, and her cheeks were both numb and sore at the same time. The Princess finally sat up on her bench as the coach began to slow, and started undoing the snaps around her pet's neck. Her head had been buried between the Princess' thighs for hours, but the Princess had never given any sign that she was receiving pleasure. The pet's head had continued to move the whole time, so S'Leah knew she hadn't passed out from lack of air. When her head came into view the rubber covering her face was slimy and glazed. Her gag was replaced immediately.
"You are joining me," the Princess said. "I'm having a gala tomorrow night, and would enjoy it if you were there. I'm sure you'll have a good time."
"It would be my honor," S'Leah said, bowing slightly.
The driver hopped down and opened the door for them, and S'Leah followed the Princess out. The early evening air was cool on their faces, and smelled of cut grass and flowers.
Parked beside the coach they'd arrived in was the most spectacular carriage had seen since she'd left the Royal City. It was huge, nearly twice the size of the one they'd been traveling in. Intricate carvings decorated its trim, done by the hand of a master. All the metal, the knobs and hinges and bolts, were polished to a mirror finish. The coach itself was lacquered an off-white, with burgundy trim. S'Leah peeked into a window and saw three wide padded leathyr benches, two facing forward, one back, with small fixed endtables.
The coach was pulled by a matched team of ten, as large a team outside a draughtwagon S'Leah had ever seen. They were all blondes, most alike enough that she guessed they were two or three sets of siblings or clones. These were show ponies, not true working mounts. Their burgundy leathyrs were without a crack and shone from a recent oiling. Their builds, while obviously the result of hi-gen breeding, were slender, at least by pony standards (anywhere but the Wash, where stringy mounts were the norm). There was not a hair out of place in their thick blonde manes, which hung to the small of their backs. Cheeks, lips, and eyes were tinted with makeup to improve their already considerable looks. S'Leah wondered how it would hold up under heavy sweating. The nipples of their breasts, which were medium in size (which meant for ponies they were large) and perfectly shaped, were pierced by shiny steel rings, from which depended tiny silver bells which tinkled merrily when they moved.
"Do you like my coach?" the Princess asked her, wandering around the rear of the other.
"It's magnificent," S'Leah admitted. "Why weren't you on it instead of the public one?"
"It was north on another errand when I went south," she said. "And it was dearly missed, but we all have to make sacrifices sometimes."
The Princess' coach had not one but two drivers, dressed in burgundy cotton finery. They both were redheads with long ponytails and freckles. S'Leah guessed they were chosen more because their coloring matched the coach than any other reason. They bowed deeply to the Princess, who ignored them, then scurried off. One rechecked the pony harnesses, while the other moved to get her Mistress' trunks off the top of the other coach.
The telescoping platform that had been used to raise the big trunks to the roof was apparently lighter than it looked, and had been folded and stored beside the trunks. It was now brought down, unfolded, and telescoped back up to roof level. Two drivers, the dusty one from the trip in and the Princess' dandy in cotton finery wrestled the trunks one at a time to the raised platform, lowered it, rolled it to the lower coach, and raised it again to slide the trunks off into the other roofrack.
When they were done the redhead tipped the driver of the public coach, who thanked her and then headed into the station. While the trunks were being moved the aide had led the two pets by leash into the station to relieve themselves. By the time the drivers were done with the heavy trunks the aide had loaded the pets into the coach and climbed in behind them.
S'Leah was taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, and had been examining the giant carriage and the Princess' team. As big as the coach was, it appeared to roll easily, probably on bearinged axles that had been trued. With ten ponies, even ten show ponies on the lead, it would be an easy pull.
S'Leah was perplexed at the ponies' seeming lack of genitalia, until she remembered they were property of the Clan Infibula. The dainty brand marking the flats of their right buttocks was unfamiliar, probably the Princess' own seal.
S'Leah climbed into the cabin after the Princess and took a seat next to her on the front-most forward facing bench. The leathyr was soft and fragrant, a dramatic changed from their last accommodation. A bench faced them, and another was to their rear. The aide sat demurely on the rear bench, hands in her lap, but of the pets there was no sign.
The coach began to roll without even the slightest jerk, and past the window S'Leah saw the station slide by as the rolled northwards once more. The Princess relaxed and leaned back on the seat, looking over at S'Leah.
"Where are your pets?" S'Leah asked, looking around once again. With a toe the Princess lifted the edge of the seat facing them, and s'Leah saw it concealed a large compartment, large enough to accommodate a full grown man. Both the pets were wedged in there on their sides, head to tail, with no room to spare.
The Princess let the lid drop, and smiled at S'Leah, who had no doubt that there was another compartment, empty, under her, and the Princess could have put the second pet in it if she'd so wished.
There was a knock on the roof and after a short pause a hatch opened upward and one of the drivers climbed down on cleverly concealed footholds. She stepped from the seat onto the floor and turned to bow at them.
"M'Lady, would you like a drink, or perhaps some fresh fruit?" she asked. S'Leah saw the boxy endtables were actually coolers, and was again surprised and impressed at the unabashed display of wealth and means.
"Yes, but I think we can help ourselves," the Princess told her. "Do not bother us for the rest of the evening."
"Yes, M'Lady," the liveried redhead said, and climbed back out the hatch. The Princess stood up and threw a large bolt, securing the hatch so the driver couldn't open it again. She went around the spacious cabin and began closing all the slatted blinds over the windows, shutting out the failing orange light.
"We"ll stop in the morning sometime, whenever I see fit," the Princess told her. "In the afternoon we'll arrive at the Clan's estate."
The Princess began removing her clothes, revealing small pale breasts and a skinny, hairless body. "I'm much more comfortable nude," she said, "but I try to avoid it in front of my pets. They get too familiar."
"I understand."
"Most of my clan have stayed true to our namesake," the Princess told her. "They're all sewed up tight as a drum when they reach womanhood, and can accept no more than a slender finger. I, while true to the blood, never saw the sense in this tradition, and don't seem to enjoy, to the same extent as my sisters, the plunging of my other channel. As the tradition is only informal, I opted instead to be circumcised, as you see, and am no tighter than a woman of any other clan." As she spoke the Princess sat back nude on the seat across from S'Leah and pulled back her knees. Her sex was a clean oval slit between her legs, slightly open and glistening red inside. Unencumbered by any wrinkled fleshy lips or hood, her hard red clit was much more prominent, like the tip of a finger.
"If I am to draw the wrath of some in my clan by choosing to remain open and unsewn," the Princess said, "I feel that I should, at every opportunity, exploit my uniqueness." She sat there on the bench, facing S'Leah, knees back and thighs apart, with just the barest hint of expectation on her face. The lipless crevice between her legs began to leak clear fluid.
S'Leah turned her head to look at the aide still sitting on the bench behind them. "Do you, perhaps, have another storage compartment?" she asked the Princess. A wide smile crept across the Princess' face.
"Why of course."
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