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Chapter 12

It seemed as though he was falling asleep. However, he woke up a second later. Fluffy white clouds hung in a clear blue sky. Cool grass padded the earth underneath him. He sat up and looked about. He, and others like him, lay in a peaceful garden. A rainbow assortment of red, blue, white, and gold tulips grew up from the ground at his feet.

He stood to his feet and looked about. A short ways away he saw a cobble stone path. Men and woman walked on it in a single direction. He stepped over the other sleeping people. One by one they yawned and wakened. He joined the people walking down the street.

The crowds became thick as virtual reality guests departed hotels for a day of fun. It all seemed so normal ? not what he expected. Then to his left he saw a stunning woman. She was beautiful, buxom, and naked. Her wrists were bound behind her back by a pair of golden manacles. She stood perched upon a pair of strappy, gold stilettos with 5-inch high heels. A pair of matching gold shackles hobbled her ankles. A gold panel gag covered her mouth and harness held in place her golden mane. A single red feather plum extended up from the middle of the gag harness at the top of her head. A man dressed in a navy blazer and wearing a red ascot held her leash. The leash, however, ran up and between her legs. It was clipped to a vertical clit ring that pierced her clitoral hood.

Chaz slowed and let the crowd flow around him. His gaze traveled up her shapely legs to her bare, round ass cheeks. Her large breasts hung above her tiny wisp of a waist.

Her owner, for what else could he be, talked with a woman. He would have given anything to record that conversation. When he neared, they smiled politely and strolled away. Chaz watched the blonde's bare ass cheeks rise and fall with the swaying of her hips.

Chaz continued on his way, albeit reluctantly. He did not have far to go before coming upon another strange sight. Ten naked girls stood in a row. Black ball-gags filled their mouths. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs with a chain looped between them. A man shouted, "Girls for rent or sale."

He had to find out more. He strolled up to the girls and began to survey them. "I see you're a fine judge of woman flesh." The man twirled his gray handlebar mustache and removed his top hat. He strolled over to a nearby girl. He grabbed between her thighs and yanked them apart. "Look at this pussy. It's ripe for the plucking. She's wet. That means she likes you."

What do you say at such a moment? Chaz had no idea. He was not even sure if they were real or computer simulations. For her part, the girl kept her gaze fixed on the cobblestone path beneath her feet.

"We rent by the hour or the day. If you like a girl, we can sell her to you. This one goes for $50 an hour or $500 for the day. What do you say?"

"Um ... eerr ... no thanks," he said backing away. As he left, he glanced back at her. If she was real, what would possess a woman to expose herself like that? Then he saw several couples making love on the grounds next to the path. Girls were on their backs, knees bent, and feet bouncing in the air. A few were face down ? a grimace on their lovely faces. Still others knelt before men ? their heads bobbed at the men's hips.

As Chaz strolled down the cobble stone road, he scratched his head. Such public acts never even occurred to him. However, it was all in good fun and fulfilling someone's fantasy.

When he arrived at the lake, there were several boats available. Many included male or female entertainment of a sexual nature. Boats made him sea sick so they were rejected.

The clip clop of hooves drew his attention. A carriage topped a small hill. Chaz's eyes went wide again. A team of six pony-girls pulled the carriage. The sunlight gleamed off the glossy black latex that covered their curvaceous bodies. Their arms were bound behind their backs in a reverse prayer. Severe waist cinchers crushed their abdomens into an hourglass shape, and a web of wide leather straps dug into their latex covered flesh. Tiny silver bells dangled from nipple shields. They tinkled as the girls clip clopped along on stainless steel hooves. When the driver pulled on the reins, it tugged at the girl's breasts turning them according to his will.

The female driver pulled back on the reins. "Whoa," she called out. The woman wore black boots, nylons, a white miniskirt, a red jacket, and a top hat. "Would you care for a carriage ride?"

"Uh sure," he grunted.

She set the handbrake and stepped down from her perch. After setting a set of stairs in place, she opened the small half door. Chaz stepped up into the carriage and sat on the red leather bench style seat. The driver took up her perch again and picked up the reins. She snapped the whip and shouted, "HEYAA." The carriage lurched forward and began to roll. Sitting to the right side of the carriage, he could see glossy, black rubber covered ass cheeks and long tails swish about them.

His state of shock melted into quiet chuckles. It was the silliest thing he had ever seen. There was no reasoning for their behavior he could deduce, except the general weirdness of humanity. We all have unspoken dreams and desires. Few of us dare live them out. He wondered, after living out one's darkest dreams, what lay on the other side? Would they have more and even darker dreams, or might they lapse into a normal, boring life?

They passed another carriage going the opposite direction. His gaze lingered on the latex clad pony-girls. A layer of sweat glistened on their glossy black latex covered breasts, buttocks, and thighs. This particular brand of latex was developed for Olympic athletes. While providing maximum aerodynamic qualities, it was permeable to both air and water, in particular sweat.

They passed by a small cove. Blue waters slapped up on sandy white beaches. Men and women lounged in the sun. Most were nude without a hint of a tan line. Oiled bodies intertwined in a writhing mass of lovemaking. A few enjoyed a volleyball game on the beach. It was guys against the girls. The winners got to fuck the losers. The men energetically worked toward victory while the girls nervously eyed the scoreboard.

One particular brunette caught his eye. A golden bronze tan complemented her curvaceous body. A gold metallic bikini provided a modicum of modesty. She seemed sexier somehow than the other naked women around her.

The girl seemed divorced from the celebration. She stared at the ground and clasped her hands behind her back. Then a mature but beautiful woman wearing a black one-piece suit wandered up to her. Chaz sat up in his seat and craned his neck. The woman reached between the girl's legs. She grabbed a short chain that hung from the gusset of the girl's gold bikini bottom. It emerged from a tiny slit in front and dangled between her thighs. To this clit chain the woman attached a leash. As she led the girl away, he observed a set of golden cuffs binding the girl's wrists behind her back.

Chaz sat back on the seat and stroked his chin. It should not have surprised him, but it did. The girl seemed so sexually potent ? round butt cheeks and full breasts. She possessed a radiant beauty that so many hungered for. Why choose to live as a slave when so many desired her? An amusing thought occurred to him. In her normal life, she was probably a frigid librarian who kept her hair confined in a tight bun.

The road kept close to the lake. A black iron railing and rocks bordered the deep blue waters. When a girl burst out of the waters, Chaz jumped and recoiled. She crawled upon a rock and lay on her back. The bottom half of her body was that of a fish with a rainbow color fluke. She was a mermaid or made to appear as one. The water streamed off her golden skin and scales. She closed her eyes and settled back for a nap.

The road departed the lake and wove through a dense forest. Broken sunlight penetrated the thick green canopy. He took a deep breath and released it. When they came to a small clearing, he saw a crowd assembled before a wooden stage. A coffle of girls stood off to the side. A lone girl stood on center stage. An auctioneer rattled on like an audio track on fast forward. From what he could discern, a man bought her as a pony-girl. When she tried to run off, her owner caught her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder. As he carried her off, she mewed and kicked her calves ? beating her feet in the air. The crowd roared with laughter.

Next door to the auction was a livery stable and tack shop. Several girls were in the process of pony-girl conversion. One of the girls was covered in latex from the neck down. She clomped around on silver hooves as an attendant tightened her black leather waist cincher. When she saw him observing, she cried and struggled, but a ball gag and leather straps restrained her. The shop master pressed a red button on his riding crop. The girl arched her back, clenched her eyes shut, and screamed. A black tail swished frantically across her rubber ass cheeks. Between her legs, he saw a flash of gold. Gold rings pierced her labia. A T-rod was fed through them and locked to her clit ring. Chaz winced. That must have stung.

Behind the stable, he saw a white and red building. A door burst open and a girl sprinted out. Her sun dress was half torn off, and she ran with her hands cuffed behind her back. A ball gag stifled her frantic screams. Three women were in hot pursuit. They overtook the girl. The girl thrashed about and screamed as they dragged her back into the building. Through the open door, he saw other women and men. All were in various states of undress. The door slammed shut cutting off his view.

They passed by a corral filled with pony-girls. The gate swung opened and attendants led out a girl. She was hitched to a team of twelve that was tethered to a closed stage coach. At the crack of the driver's whip, the girls began to run.

A queasy feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. He reasoned there were some fantasies that should not be fulfilled. They were too violent and disturbing. Then again, who was he to judge? This park let the imagination go wild.

They passed through the woods to a clearing. What appeared to be a small, western town was located at the base of a sheer rock wall. Brightly colored shops lined Main Street and a host of tourists milled about the red brick streets. The carriage passed on the right down the main thoroughfare. It then came to a stop near a small round garden. It was filled with yellow and red pansies. The driver secured the handbrake and opened the door for him. He stepped down on the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

"Thank you for riding with us sir," the driver said and tipped her hat. She helped a trio of college girls into the carriage. They were all giggles and a twitter as the carriage left the curb. A disturbing feeling overshadowed him like a cloud blocking the sun. Although they were strangers, he feared for them. It was ridiculous. The park was perfectly safe.

The carriage rounded the island. Sunlight gleamed off glossy black latex covering the pony-girl's curvaceous bodies. The pony-girls labored to draw the carriage up to speed. The driver's whip cracked, and their silver hooves ran faster. A dark thought flashed through his brain. He wondered what the three girls would look like in latex, leather harnesses, and silver buckles. He shrugged it off as just a dark fantasy never to be realized.

Chaz strolled down the street. By now he barely noticed the various slaves dressed in fetish attire. His imagination was captivated by the white, yellow, and red store facades. The red brick streets, the green iron light posts, the store front windows, and clear blue skies inspired him.

He entered a shop at random. "MMNNN," a girl mewed. Teresa, the clerk, shoved a butt-plug with her palm. The girl rose up to her tiptoes and arched her back. The black log disappeared between her ivory white ass cheeks. Teresa reached between the girl's legs and grabbed a dangling length of material. She drew it back and attached it to the back of a black satin corset. The material automatically began to contract the black satin fabric. The panties molded around her heart-shaped ass cheeks and sunk deep into her crevice. Black, back-seamed nylons tracked up the back of her legs and underneath the black satin bodysuit. She raised up her right ankle but a gold cuff snapped taut. The golden cuff chain fed through an eyebolt in the floor and over to her other ankle. Imprisoned in a bodysuit, she twisted her wrists that were cuffed to a pair of parallel posts at her sides. Teresa wrapped a black satin circle miniskirt around the girl's waist. A contrasting white crinoline held up the miniskirt and added a dash of femininity.

Teresa picked up a white halo from off a mannequin head. She carried it over and placed it upon the girls head, pressing down her honey blonde locks. "MMMNNN," the girl mewed in terror. However, a second later her eyes began to flutter and body shudder.

Once again Chaz was mystified by what he observed. In the three-way mirror in front of the girl, he drank in the sight of her body. Black satin cups wrapped around her orange size breasts. The creamy swells seemed perfect for her body ? not too large or too small. Teresa fluffed the girl's miniskirt and passed a cosmetic wand over the girl's face.

Chaz milled around the shop but kept an eye on the girls. Most of the merchandize was for women. However, there were a few items for men. He sorted through some polo shirts and picked out his size.

The girl stood with her head bowed, as if sleeping standing on her feet. Teresa typed at a computer terminal. "Excuse me." Chaz nearly walked into a young man entering the dressing room.

"Oh, ah ... sorry."

The young man grunted and entered the changing rooms. Chaz lingered in the doorway. Teresa released the girl's arms. She drew them behind the girl's back and wove a thin PVC strap around her forearms, binding them in a double hammerlock. She wrapped a black satin choker around the girl's neck and placed a diamond earring in each lobe. After removing the halo and primping the girl's hair, she led her to the shop window. The girl's ankle cuffs were chained in the middle of a round platform. She placed a sign at the girl's feet stating '$25,000'.

Chaz stroked his chin and twitched his nose. He wondered if people really paid such a price and would the girl be a slave after her vacation was through. The answer to both was probably no, but no one would admit it. That would break the fantasy.

He carried the shirt back into the changing area. On the floor, he saw several piles of men's clothing strewed about. Oddly, they appeared to be shredded. He chose and empty booth and stripped off his shirt. As he tried on the shirt, something else occurred to him. Where was the young man who pushed past him? He listened for sounds and looked for motion. He was alone.

The shirt was tan and a bit too bland for his taste. He left it in the stall and exited the changing room. "MMMNNN," a girl mewed. Another blonde girl was being prepared. Teresa wrapped a black corset around the girl's waist. It squeezed the girl's body into an hourglass shape and thrust out her breasts like a pair of hanging melons. The girl shrieked in terror as Teresa thrust a huge black dildo into the girl. Once it was completely inside the girl's body, she grabbed a butt-plug and nestled it between the girl's ass cheeks. The girl groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as the plug pushed into her ass.

Chaz wandered over to the girl in the display window. She seemed dazed and disoriented. It was as though she had no idea where she was or what was happening.

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