Extract from: Vengeance Valley

 

She might have been on a film set portraying a cleaned-up version of an old western town. There was a double row of wooden buildings with lapped boards and shingle roofs. Some had gaudily painted false fronts or upper floors with balconies that gave shelter to the raised boardwalks that ran down either side of the street. Except that the whole thing was built to half scale, to match the average stature of the men she could see, some of whom were even shorter than Cody. What looked out of place were the normal sized women, who were all young, pretty, strapped, chained... and naked.

They were pulling wagons, hitched to rails beside horse troughs, or else meekly trotting along the boardwalks on all fours after their masters on the ends of leashes. They all seemed to have tails of one kind or another. She saw bobbing ponytails and upcurved wagging dog tails. Bare breasts with ringed nipples, jiggled, cleft pussies glistened and soft naked buttocks, many blushing pink and bearing scarlet whip marks, rolled and swayed.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, Holly thought. This is some insane nightmare!

But it was all too real.

Cody had evidently been allowing her a few moments to take in her new surroundings. Now he jerked on her leash to get attention again.

'I'm going to give you a little tour to help you get acclimatised. And to show you why there's no escape from the valley...'

Hitched to a rail outside the surgery was a buckboard wagon, built to the same shrunken scale. This made the two naked women harnessed on either side of its shaft look to be almost the size of horses. They certainly served the same function.

Their bodies were tightly bound by leather straps, their arms secured behind their backs and their heavy waist belts clipped to the crossbar on the front of the shaft. Their feet were encased in what looked like fetish boots resembling horses' hooves. Their heads were heavily bridled with blinker flaps on either side of their eyes and their mouths were plugged with heavy rubber bits, about which their white teeth were clamped. Reins ran back from their cheek rings to where they were hooked over the brake handle of the buckboard. Jutting out from the base of their spines over their firm buttocks were fake horse tails.

The tails drew Holly's horrified gaze to something else. On each side of and a little below the roots of their tails, on the upper curves of their buttocks, were curious marks. They were three fine rings of darker raised skin, no bigger than fifty cent coins, each with a double downward pointing chevron inside it, one nestling inside the other. Each girl had two of these marks on the left and one on the right of their tails.

Before she could take in any more Cody led her round to the back of the buckboard.

The flat open rear was bare except for four chains around its sides hooked to eyebolts screwed into floor planks. In the middle between them, also bolted to the floor, an upright greased black rubber dildo.

'Get on and kneel down on that so that it goes up your arse,' Cody commanded her.

Holly's eyes bulged in horror, and she shook her head. How could he expect her to do such a disgusting thing in front of all these people! He gave her pussy spur leash a warning jerk, making her flinch and yelp in pain and bringing tears to her eyes.

'Don't make me tell you again...' he said menacingly.

Trembling and miserable, Holly clambered up onto the wooden platform and squatted down over the dildo. She felt its greased ribbed sides sliding up into her rectum, parting her anus painfully tightly and pressing her clitoris from within even harder against her spur wheel.

Cody attached the four chains to the rings on Holly's collar, holding her firmly in place kneeling and shamefully impaled. Then he took his seat at the front, unhitched the rains and flicked them across the backs of the pair of pony girls. With tosses of their heads they leaned forward and began to pull the buckboard along the street.

In the back Holly hung her head in shame.

She was naked, degraded, ringed, bound and impaled, and everybody could see her! She wanted to crawl away and hide herself in shame at her helpless exposure. But of course that was not an option permitted to her. She felt her cheeks burning, but even so she could not help looking about furtively from the corners of her eyes because the whole spectacle was so bizarre it could not be ignored.

The main street, if that was what you could call it, was lined with businesses of mixed periods: there was a cinematograph, a soda fountain and a diner. She saw side street signs recalling famous names from the old West: Dodge, Laramie, and Deadwood. Where several streets met there was an open square. In its very centre was what looked ominously like a wooden gallows...

She realized that the street they were passing down was laid with concrete with a little dirt and gravel softening the edges to give the illusion of the old dusty Wild West. And the buckboard wheels, indeed all the wheels on the vehicles she saw around her, were sheathed in bands of heavy rubber, presumably to improve traction and reduce noise. It was clearly not meant to be a totally realistic historical re-creation. It was a place for little men to dominate captive, helpless, normal women...

Cody called back to her, 'We have Eumenides club members who visit the valley for short stays as well as year-round residents, but as far as you're concerned there are only two categories of inhabitants in Vengeance: men like myself who are the masters, and females like yourself who are our slaves and our livestock. The sooner you accept that the easier it'll be on you...'

Carts and carriages driven by little men in a big hats and boots and pulled by naked women in straps and chains passed them by while she saw people of all colours on the sidewalks. Unlike the old West there seemed to be no discrimination here, except of course that the naked bodies on display, be they pink, olive, or brown, were exclusively female. Holly's eyes unwillingly became transfixed by pairs of bobbing breasts and sweating buttocks of many hues. There must be hundreds of them! How many pretty women could there be who had offended powerful little men? But then if they had been brought here from all round the world then perhaps it was possible. What a perverse operation...

Despite their rubber rims the vibration of the wheels was beginning to get to Holly, transmitted up through the unsprung frame of the buckboard directly into the dildo on which was impaled. And despite her pain and shame and utter dejection, she began to feel aroused. She felt the juices gathering within her pussy and begin to dribble out about its terrible spur.

She stifled a moan of helpless excitement and she heard Cody chuckle. He knew exactly what she was going through. Her impalement and public display were all part of her torment.

They left the town centre and came to tree-lined streets and rows of comfortable low ranch-style houses which were clearly modern builds masquerading as period dwellings with green lawns and picket fences and standard streetlamps dressed up to look like they held oil lamps in the lanterns. All of course were constructed to the same reduced scale as their principal inhabitants.

But despite this the overall scope of the place was beginning to dawn on Holly. It was a real town. How much had all this cost? Were there really that many little people in the world with enough money and desire to build such a place just so they master full-size women? Apparently there were...

Beyond the residential streets they came to orchards and then white-fenced fields dotted with the barns and corrals of isolated farmsteads. At first Holly thought she saw animals grazing in them. But when they got closer she realized she had been mistaken.

They were more naked slave women but bent over on all fours with their front and back limbs encased in metal braces that kept them straight and presumably prevented them standing upright. Some had horse like ears and tails like the ponygirls pulling the buck board, while others had bells hung around their necks, cow like ears and fake cow tails hanging between their buttocks. Naked breasts of all hues and sizes dangled from beneath their torsos. They appeared to be grazing the grass like real cows and horses would.

'This is how we keep our livestock,' Cody told her. 'You see we take good care of them. They have plenty to eat and drink and nice warm barns to sleep in at night.'

Holly felt sick.

Beyond the fields and orchards the ground began to rise and bare dry earth and rocky outcrops replaced lush trees and grass. Away from their cool shade she felt the high sun began to burn across her back.

As they climbed higher Holly got a better impression of the place. It was perhaps five miles across and ten long, bounded on all sides by rugged cliffs. Close by them, peeping up between tumbled boulders, were the misshapen spiky fingers of barrel cacti and the fuzz of sage brush.

The concrete road ended at a high wall and a double set of sheet metal gates that completely closed off the mouth of the valley. Both the wall and gates were topped by electric fencing.

Cody drew the buckboard to a stop, got out and came round to Holly. As he removed her chains he said, 'This is the only way in and out of the Valley. As you can see it's well protected. But I'm going to give you a chance to get away if you can...'

He pulled her off her impaling dildo, which sucked at her rectum as it slid out of her and gave a hand down off the back of the buckboard. He unclipped the chain from her pussy spur and then he pointed to the big iron gates.

'If you can walk up to those gates and touch them then I give you my word you can go free. I won't interfere in any way, nor will anybody else. If you can touch them then you can leave the valley, understood?'

Holly looked around her fearfully. The ponygirls were looking nervous, twitching their heads and trembling, but there was no one else in sight. Cody had stepped away from her and was standing with his hands folded behind him. Of course it could not be as easy as that, but she could not see any reason why even in these heels she could not walk about twenty yards across open ground to reach the gates.

Taking a deep breath she stepped forward.

After a few paces something began to prick in her lower belly. For a few seconds she ignored it, but it got stronger and more insistent, like hot needles stabbing inside her. Her steps faltered and she bent over in pain, clenching her thighs together. It felt like menstrual cramps but ten times worse. Another couple of steps and she dropped to her knees, completely doubled over, sobbing with agony and fearful that something terrible was happening within her.

Then Cody was standing over her, grasping her by the hair and half lifting her onto her feet and dragging her back towards the buckboard. As she moved away from the gates the pain lessened until she could stand properly once again, and it was only a lingering ache and a terrible memory. She blinked the tears from her eyes and snivelled in confusion. She saw the ponygirls looking at her sympathetically. Now she understood why they had appeared nervous...

'There's an electric field around the gates which works a little like a store security system, except that it triggers a pain chip that's been inserted in your uterus,' he explained. 'The closer you get the worse it feels. There is no escape, do you understand?'

Trembling Holly nodded her head.

Cody stepped back from her and then he drew his pearl handled pistol. As she goggled at him in fear and disbelief he pointed it right at her.

'In case a girl needs a sudden warning or to be stopped from doing something stupid, there's also another way a pain chip can be activated...'

And he fired at her. The gun banged but there was no muzzle flash. Holly felt the pain chip inside her womb seem to explode and for a second her belly was filled with hot needles. She shrieked and dropped to the ground almost though she had really been shot, hunched over and jerking and kicking.

And then the pain was gone as sharply as it had come.

Cody was standing over her once again. 'There's no escape unless you pass through the four grades of female life in the valley. You start as a saloon slut, which is what you're kitted out as now. It means you're an ungrateful, selfish, petty woman, only good for one thing. That's the lowest level. If you want to be treated with more respect you have to beg to serve as a useful animal: like a milker, a horse or a dog. That's the highest level you can hope to achieve. That makes you a worthy companion for a man. Do you understand?'

Holly whimpered and nodded.

'Good. Now get your arse on that dildo again and let's go back to town.'