THE BRIDLE PATH by Jennifer Jane Pope writing as Faith Eden

To Lady Corinna Oleanna, playing the role of slave to the man who once abducted her is both exciting and erotic and, sent to her former step-uncle's castle in the remote northern regions of Illeum, with Savatch appointed as her steward, life could scarcely be better, for the pair have every opportunity to act out their fantasies.

However, the murderous Fulgrim, despite his imprisonment and castration at the hands of Lady Dorothea and her black giantess Agana, is planning both escape and revenge and then once of Corinna and Savatch's little escapades goes disaterously wrong. Corinna finds herself sold into anonymous slavery and, with Savatch lying badly, perhaps mortally, wounded, Dorothea a prisoner, Agana dead and Alanna and Jekka the two Yslandic amazon warrior women many miles away in the frozen wastes of the Snow Kingdoms, what hope can possibly remain?

In the following extract, Corinna is in the hands of Pecon, an itinerant slave trader, who is intending to sell her, together with Demila, another slave girl and Sprig, a male barbarian whom Alanna and Jekka originally captured and sold on to him, not realising that one of the masked and gagged figures he kept leashed by the stables was in fact their friend.

`Well now,' Pecon smirked, `everything seems to be in working order so far.' He had forced the still bound Sprig to lay flat on his back and then instructed Demila to remove the leather sheath from the helpless slave's genitals. Then, at her master's urging, the girl had begun to manipulate his flaccid organ, which soon began to react, despite Sprig's attempts to control himself.

`Shall I make him come now, master?' Demila asked, bluntly. `I don't think it will take that long, for I think the restraint has been on him for a few days.'

`You can mount him and ride him to a finish, if you want girl,' Pecon laughed, `but then maybe not. Maybe we should see how well our other new slave performs. You,' he said, rounding on Corinna, who had remained sitting against a rock during the activities so far. `You, come over here. It's about time we took that gag off you and let you use your mouth for more than your persistent ramblings.'

There was no room for ambiguity in that statement and, as she rose awkwardly to her feet, Corinna was under no illusions as to what was expected of her. As a slave, she had no say whatsoever in her daily fate and, if a master ordered her to do something, she would be expected to do it, whether it was with a noble or the lowest of slaves.

`There now,' Pecon said, as he removed the gag from between her aching jaws, `it really is quite a pretty mouth. Perhaps we should also have a proper look to see if the rest of the face matches that promise, but not yet, I think.' He prodded her towards the recumbent Sprig, whose erection still rose impressively in Demila's grip.

`Right,' he said, `I think you know what to do.' Corinna nodded, shrugging her shoulders resignedly.

`Yes, Master,' she said. She hesitated. `May I have my hands free for this, as well?' Pecon seemed to consider this and for a moment Corinna thought he was about to accede to the request, but then he grinned again and shook his head.

`No, not yet,' he said. `Your mouth and tongue should suffice for the moment and Demila will be your hands, if and when you need them.'

Sighing quietly to herself, Corinna walked across and carefully knelt down between Sprig's widespread thighs. She saw his eyes flickering behind his mask and knew that the sight of her ample breasts, with their distended nipples so blatantly ringed, would be exciting him now, as indeed they would excite any man with red blood in his veins.

She glanced at Demila, who smiled encouragingly, all the while keeping Sprig's straining shaft held in a vertical position. Slowly, Corinna leaned forward, parting her lips and gently pressing them against the burgeoning purple flesh, letting her tongue dart in and out, its rough surface abraiding the sensitive tip, so that Sprig let out a low groan of barely suppressed desire. Unhurriedly, she opened her mouth wider, sliding it down so that it now engulfed the entire head and first inch or two of the length.

Immediately, Corinna realised that there was no chance of her taking the entire stalk into her mouth, for the young barbarian was even more endowed than had at first appeared. Not even Savatch could have matched this weapon for size and girth, but thoughts of Savatch immediately brought tears to her eyes and she furiously fought to banish them from her head.

Instead, she now concentrated on the immediate task, sliding her moist lips up and down in increased rhythmn. Demila had now withdrawn her hand, relying on Corinna to keep control of the throbbing shaft, but a sharp word from Pecon and the girl quickly intervened, grabbing the glistening organ iwth one hand and using the other to grasp the back of Corinna's collar and haul her head up once more.

`Wait,' Demila whispered. `Our master does not want him to come too quickly.'

`And not down that hungry little throat, either,' Pecon laughed, coming up behind Corinna. `We'll keep him on the edge for a while longer and then see how well you take that impressive cock into your belly. Who knows, if his seed finds fertile ground, it might even add to your worth. The offspring of a well made girl like you and a strapping great ox like him - well, the people I'm looking for would probably think that worth an extra krone or two.'

In this second extract, Corinna has been sold to a human pony farm and is being prepared for her new life by expert trainers from the wild and largely unknown southern continent.

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As she and Sprig had been led to the stables, Corinna had not had the chance to see much other than the wide girth straps that constricted the waists of the pony people they had passed, but now she saw the harness close up and realised what a complicated piece of construction it was. It was also, she discovered, as Attak'u guided her arms through the broad shoulder straps and let the weight hang from them, very heavy.

`This make Flix stand like real pony,' he grinned, wrapping the main belt about her waist and buckling the straps at the rear. `You breathe now, suck belly in,' he instructed and, when Corinna complied, he worked his way down the line of five straps, tightening each of them one more notch. Even now, though, he was far from satisfied.

`Again,' he said, and repeated the procedure, making Corinna feel as though she was being cut in two. He stepped back, studying the effect he had created. `More later,' he grunted. `Harness first.'

The complex shoulder straps assembly included two circular bands of leather through which the wearer's breasts were placed, the girth of these then adjusted by means of buckles, so that they constricted the base of the soft globes, forcing them outwards into an even more prominent display. At the back there were further buckles and these, when tightened, pulled the shoulders back, so that Corinna was forced to stand in such a way that she was thrusting her bosom out even further.

Still he was not finished. Her arms were now slipped into long leather tubes, the outside of which were open and connected with criss-crossed thongs. When these were tightened, it was impossible for Corinna to flex her elbows and when these were then attached to either side of the main girth, her arms had been rendered completely useless. Stiff leather mitts, buckled over her clenched fists, completed the task and she was as helpless as if her arms had been amputated.

`Very good,' he smirked. `Starting to look like very proud pony. Good flix.'

Bokina, who had scuttled off once she had completed the task of painting Corinna's markings, now returned, carrying a water bucket and a small leather bag, both of which she set down on the straw strewn mud floor.

`Pony kneel,' Attak'u commanded. With great difficulty, Corinna managed to obey, but without the use of either hands or arms, her knees struck the hard surface painfully. She bit her lip, determined not to let either of them see that she was hurt, though she doubted whether it would have worried Attak'u anyway.

Bokina now went to work again. Taking a pair of shears from the bag, she proceeded to lop away great hanks of Corinna's long hair, cropping either side of her skull to leave the same central mane she had seen on the unfortunate creatures in the field outside. Then, having reduced the two sides to a stubble, she produced a small brush, soap and a well worn razor.

In another two or three minutes, the job was done. Lather, blade, rinse - pony girl mane. Corinna closed her eyes and sighed. It was no more barbaric than the treatment she had received at Fulgrim's hands, but now it was all carried out with such impersonal detatchment, which somehow made it seem so much worse. To both of them, to Attak'u and to the morose, unspeaking Bokina, she was simply an animal they were grooming, turning her into whatever ideal it was that would make her the most marketable, just one more dappled pony girl, indistinguishable from an entire field full of similarly treated unfortunates.

If Corinna had thought the body harness complicated, the bridle was even more confusing, but Attak'u was more than equal to the challenge. He carefully disentangled the maze of straps and lifted it over her head, lowering it carefully, as Bokina gathered up her remaining hair and guided it between the appropriate leather bands.

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