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Max had called Brigit to come with them to the pony race, she first didn’t want to but Max had told her he had a surprise for her. She still didn’t want anything more to do with this Max, but she was curious about the surprise and went to Max mansion. When she came in to the living room in the house, Max was watching a video movie. It was a video with Brigit and Tanja, Max said “Come, I have a nice something to show you”. The video was the footage of her with Tanja, edited and altered so Brigit came out very bad, as a cruel Mistress, a clip showed when Tanja was on the bed and Brigit was using the whip on her, then Tanja was calling her mistress and looked very submissive. Brigit looked at Max, he said simply “We are leaving tomorrow morning, go to the room upstairs and have a nice early sleep you will need it.” Brigit had said nothing and followed instruction.

Max was preparing his RV to take the trip to the airport, he had prepared it so he could hide Tanja, Eve was in charge of the dungeon for the duration that they would be gone, he locked up Michelle in her cell, she would be fed by Eve but could not leave the cell for the whole duration of the trip. It could take about ten days before they where back so Max had stocked enough food for two months just in case something might happen, dry food and caned food where available. Nobody could leave the dungeon, there where several doors that were hidden and impregnable, especially for a woman with no tools available. Tanja was seduced so she would sleep most of the trip Max gave her regular clothing to wear. He had arranged that she would be smuggled out of the country to the Arab country there where no customs at the airport to check out, and it was arranged that they could enter the Arab country also unchecked, the Sheik had arranged it. So there was no problem there Max also had the special, light weight carbon fiber steeple cart with him it would give a big advantage over the other ponies, especially Belle, he still was not one hundred percent sure that Tanja would win, he knew that Belle was still better than Tanja.

Much would chance on how well Belle had been trained. When Max and Tanja came to the airport the private jet was ready to go, there was a representative of the millionaire but the man nor his wife was there, the stewardesses where all butt naked and served pretty much as they served on the banquet, one of the girls fell in Max’s favor and he held her pussy while she was serving him, “Is everything to you liking Master?” she asked, “Yes you come after lunch and sit next to me” Max ordered, “Certainly Master”

she answered, smiling happily, knowing she was going to be fucked by this good looking man and looking forward to it. The first class of the Jet only had a few seats in it and it was spacious not like in a commercial jet liner. These seats where love seats where a man could lay down and being served by a stewardess slave. The girl was back in no time she came to sit next to Max, she was a pretty girl with full red lips both on her mouth and her pussy. She had lovely blue gray eyes in almond shape accented with mascara, her breasts where full and her nipples pointing upwards. Max started to play with her pussy, and she really got hot and a little wild, she kissed Max like she was a wolverine, the other girl came into the compartment and brought two glasses of champagne on a golden platter, she kneeled down before the two lovers, Max took one of the glasses and drunk some then he poured some of the champagne over the girl and ordered the other one that had the platter in her hand to lick it up an so she did, the upholstery of the chairs where made from special suede leather and any stain on it would be punished harshly by her mistress, if it was her fault or not, so the girl licked up the champagne like her life depended on it, the flight was several hours so he would have plenty fun with these two on the way, it was always nice to have a couple of different girls now and again, he knew that the girls were safe to sex and regularly checked by doctors. Max was not in favor of using condoms, he never liked it, “Fucking with condoms is like taking a shower with a raincoat on.” That was one of the few jokes he knew. After a few hours of rough trio sex, Max felt tired and went to sleep, when he woke, the girls where there with the breakfast and they did a little morning exercise or better yet “sexercise”, they had brought a cane and had placed it on the table, they where instructed by their Mistress to present a cane to Max, if he asked for it or not. The Mistress had remembered that he had asked for it when he was a guest on the mansion, so he most likely would want to cane one or both girls too. And they where right, he let the first girl stand in a pony stand, she didn’t know the pose and Max give her a fast lesson and whipped her till she did it right, about thirty cane strokes further she had it right, she was standing trembling, tiptoed with her legs apart and her back bend in, her buttocks pressed up so Max had a nice view of her pussy and asshole, he placed a few lashes in the crack of her ass and then he fucked her from behind, his cock was hard and heavy now of the caning and he fucked her hard in the ass, her tits where swaying and Max came finally like he was pissing after a six-pack of beers, the other girl was sitting next to the girls ass with her mouth open she knew she was going to get the cum in her face and mouth, she kept her eyes open while Max flow of cum came over her face and in her mouth. Then he pushed his cock in her mouth for a cleaning, there was some brown goo on his cock from the girl’s ass and she licked up everything clean as it was hot chocolate on a sundae . She wiped the cum from her face in her mouth there was some in her eyes and it burned a little, she had a lovely and happy face when she was done, happy to be a good servant. It was obvious that the waitresses and stewardesses in service with the Millionaire got Max put on back his pants and went back to his seat, he felt good, boy what a live he thought.

Max and Tanja where invited by a friend of the Millionaire to be their guests. Sheik bin Abdul had also a harem and wanted to let Tanja stay there, but Max insisted that she stayed with him, he did not trust them to leave Tanja with them. So Tanja slept on the mat next to Max bed, he had collard her and chained her to the bed leg, he wasn’t afraid she would run away, where could she go they where in the middle of a desert. He gave her one of the many pillows laying on his bed and a sheet. Max was in good humor and felt generous. Tomorrow would be the first race of the three day event, he let his slave sleep she needed the rest and ware off the drugs he had given her, he give her a lot of water to drink in a bowl to clean her system.

In the morning Max jerked the chain and his slave woke up, she came to him in the bed.

Max planned to fuck her before every event because she ran better with her pussy full of his seed. Max signed her to “lay and spread” and so she did, he fucked her hard first then he pulled her nipple ring so she knew she could come and she came plenty, her womb releasing the hot cum, Max fucked her a little longer and then emptied his seed into her, he looked at his slave and she was smiling nicely, Tanja still loved Max even deep inside she also hated him dearly. But now it was all love to her fantastic fucker. Max went with Tanja to the stables, Brigit was already there, like she had slept there and prepared Tanja for the cart and the event. Brigit was not in a talking mood, the video was still on her mind. But her professionalism as a jockey came about when she saw Tanja before her cart. Max let the two women go to the starting line, there he saw Belle for the fist time she looked stunning she was beautifully dressed in white and her cart was white too, with gold trimmings. She looked like some mythological goddess, her cart was seated by a young girl, there where no whip and no leads to her mouth nor nipples, Bell didn’t even have a bite in her mouth, Max didn’t understand, “What kind of pony was that?” He was thinking. But it gave him also courage that he would win obviously Belle was not trained properly. This was a four hour race, from the start, Belle set the pace and they where going good, Tanja trailed her, Brigit using the whip occasionally. They had not trained before, and Brigit was surprised that Max had wanted to jockey her in the first place. It seemed that Belle was running on air, she pulled her cart so effortlessly, and Belle was slowly pulling away from Tanja making the gab bigger and bigger. Tanja was not in her best performance and Brigit tried to make her run faster by whipping her buttocks but to no avail. The first race was for Belle.

After the race Belle was praised by her Master, he was super proud of her what a performance what a wonderful pony she was. He fell in love all over again. He brought her to his bed and they drank wine, eating good food. They made love till late in the night. Tanja on the other hand was treated differently, Max was furious he knew that a whipping or any other kind of punishment would not work, he went to the stable and Tanja was there being massaged by Brigit, all Max told Tanja was “Remember Michelle” and he left. The next morning Tanja and the other ponies where already on the start line Belle was not to be seen, only seconds before the official start she showed up and was put on the end of the line for being late, she had overslept. Her night had been uncomfortable with the wine and food she had eaten too much, and only in the early morning she had fallen asleep. This day Tanja was first from the start she felt good, it was one of her better days, Brigit did not use the whip much let Tanja run her own race and it was the best thing to do. Belle came in third.

Max was relieved to see his pony bring first, he could breath again this racing was really a highlight in his life. Never he got more excited about his pony racing than now. He let Tanja to his room and let her sleep on the bed next to him, a privilege to her, and she knew it. Belle was sobered up and so was her Master, they talked about the race and the next day. Belle’s Master was frightened to touch his slave now, he realized that the first day’s celebration had come too soon, Belle took it as rejection and became down somewhat. Again she could not sleep, she kept thinking she had failed or was going to fail her Master and waste any chance to become a free woman and see her mother again.

She was sadden, nervous and did not rest good. The next morning she was early on the starting line and so was Tanja and Brigit, they were standing next to one another according to line honors Tanja was first now, Tanja said “Hi” Belle looked at her and said “Hi” back, Tanja said “Max is going to kill me and Michelle if I don’t win.” Belle heard her and said nothing just looked forwards and waited for the starting shot. They both went off like the devil was chasing them, in no time all the other ponies where behind them far, people where shouting at them encouraging them, Belle the stronger pony started to pull away, Tanja was trying to keep up but had to let her go, Brigit lay the whip on Tanja but to no avail the distance was growing, Tanja was used to receive so many whippings in the past, the lashes of Brigit did not come hard at all, Tanja was thinking of the dungeon, Michelle the hot irons the screams of her friend, it gave her new energy, she started to take bigger steps and in no time she came back to Belle and ran next to her, Belle was looking at her, both ponies sweating in the hot desert sun. Their skin shiny with transpiration. Tanja was pulling away from Belle, Belle was not in top condition and had to let her go, she was surprised of the condition of Tanja, the people that where watching this event went wild, many had bet on Belle because she was considered a local girl now, property of their Sheik, so in a way also theirs. The favorite was loosing, it had never happened. Tanja crossed the line fist, Belle just behind her, it was a very close finish. Both ponies where exhausted. Max went to his pony and led her to the stables he had been jumping when the two went over the line he could not believe his luck, he was rich now, this slave had made him rich and would return her freedom as he had promised.

The millionaire finally came to Max too, he was impressed as well, he had bet on the wrong pony really, he thought after the first race that Belle would win in the end having her seen run at his property he was convinced that nobody could beat Belle. He had bet a reasonable sum of money on Belle and had lost. Anyway he was really impressed with Tanja. He asked Max if he would sell his pony too now he had won. Max replied he would think about it. He knew he had promised to give Tanja and Michelle their freedom but now, if he could sell her here too… Max had not been aware of it that it was possible to sell his slave in this country. If anywhere the Arab countries had still a strong tradition of selling slaves, white slave etc. So it would not be a problem at all to sell this good looking price winning pony on the market. There was a reception before the awards where given, Max received the 10 million dollar, and wired it to his off shore bank account, all went well. Max felt the urge to sell Tanja too, and get the extra money but an old promise to his father always to keep his word, made him not do it, he felt as an omen he would get bad luck if he would brake his promise good or bad. Max and Tanja flew back to the dungeon. Later he bought an apartment and let Tanja and Michelle free to live there, he told them to tell everybody that they were lesbians and that they had lived together a long time now, and they thinking that their parents and friends would disagree they didn’t want it to be known. Max had told both of them again that if they would go to the police or tell any other story, he would chase them and punish them severely in his dungeon with the hot irons. Both women agreed to be silent and they did they lived together for a few weeks and then they Tanja approached her parents, they were surprised, took the story, hook, line and sinker and they accepted their daughters lesbian ways and took her back into their family, Tanja lived a while longer in the apartment with Michelle. Tanja wrote all her experiences down in a diary.

BELLE’S FATE

Belle felt really bad that she lost the race, she had seen all the angry faces around her, a far cry of when she won the first event. When her Master came to her room she lay in the worship position, even she loved him and thought he loved her too, she felt like a bad slave to him, and wanted to be forgiven. Sheik Alli was also very embarrassed and felt somewhat guilty that he had almost forced so much food and drink on his pony and love the first night. He stood in front of his slave, she was still in worship pose, he never seen her like this, he told her to get up, her eyes where red and wet with tears, her nose also was somewhat red and wet and cold like a puppy. Belle muttered “I’m sorry Master to let you down, you can punish your slave anyway you want.” He was not going to punish her he held her in his arms they sat down and he lay his arms over her and comforted her, he loved this wonderful woman, if there was anyone to blame she lost the race it was him he thought. Belle felt so guilty because, she could have won, she let Tanja win after what she had revealed on the starting line that Max would kill both her and Michelle. It has shaken her somewhat. She could have pulled harder, when Tanja had come next to her.

Belle had thought only about that while running the last stretch, how cruel Max could be, she would rather live her life in captivity with this wonderful Master than living to know that two friend had died by her winning. Belle also felt bad that she had let her Master down. Sheik Alli, lifted his crying slave head ever so gently and said to her, “I am to blame for you loosing the race, I give you hereby your freedom as you had requested, tomorrow you will come with me to your homeland. I have a house there you can live in, you will have servants, cars and anything your heart desires, you can stay there and be mine freely or leave and go back to your past”. And so it came to pass that Belle lived in a mansion, the day after she was back at home she took a Porsche from the well stocked garage and set on a journey to her parents home. Anne could not believe her eyes, when Belle parked the vehicle in front of the house and elegantly, the way Max had thought her, walked towards her old home, it seemed like an eternity since she had been there.

Anne who had seen the car pull up and Wendy come out of the car, rushed out of the house towards her daughter was she for real or an angel? She took Wendy in her arms kissed her and took her into the house. Wendy and Anne talked and talked, Anne wanted to know everything but some things Wendy did not want to reveal, Wendy told her mother about the house she now lived in and so and the man called Max. Wendy was scared of Max and when she heard what he had done to Sylvie and her boyfriend she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, telling her mother to drop it, and warning that Max was a very dangerous individual and nobody could save her or any body else from him if he wanted to come after them. Anne and Wendy agreed not to press the issue further, Wendy assured her mother that Max wouldn’t do nothing if he was not pushed into something. But they had to convince the police about that too and they would not drop it for sure, Wendy told her mother that she would fake an amnesia, one like Sylvie had, so they went together to the police station and Wendy was questioned by the police, she said nothing much in particular, other than saying she couldn’t remember. They thought she had been victim of Max’s ECT machine too and in fact she had been, and could explain that in detail to the police. The doses that Max had given her where very mild, more for torture but not so severe that that he had used on Sylvie. After a few hours they let Wendy go, the police felt sorry for her and did not want to let her suffer more. They also thought that Anne would get more out of Wendy than they ever could and Anne would share the information with them or so she told them. But Anne was also frightened of Max and did not want to provoke him, she still remembered how Sylvie had been tortured, and did not want that to happen to her daughter nor herself. She knew that the police would not give her the protection she needed if she would become a witness. It had already happened before. So she also became silent and told even assured the police captain that if Wendy revealed anything she would surely tell them, but she lied. The media also got into it and Wendy gave false statements on the TV that she did not remember anything. Anne confirmed and made a little speech that she was happy to have her daughter back, and it was gods will if they captured the kidnapper or kidnappers, sending that way a secret message to Max that they would be silent.

Wendy went back to the Sheiks house and invited her parents after a few days later to meet her Sheik, her parents where impressed and really never knew what really happened, and never talked about it much neither. Anne was taken with the Sheik, and the place her daughter lived in, she had many questions to Wendy but somehow, Anne felt that Wendy was not the same person anymore, she was a grown up woman now, and she saw a strength in her she never seen, perhaps it was her venture with Max that had given her that. Anne like any mother wanted her girl to be happy, and seemly she was happy, and that was all she cared about.

MAX FATHERHOOD

Max and Eve where together again alone, Max was happier than ever and lay with is old slave, her pregnant belly was getting bigger and bigger, her tits flush with milk. Max milked her and fucked her always doggy style not wanting to lay on her hard belly. He liked the way her full tits swayed back and forth spilling milk, while he was fucking her wild. Max emptied his heavy load deep in her. Eve liked being fucked while pregnant she knew her delivery was going to be more easy when her Master fucked her regularly. Her opening being bigger. Eve delivered a few weeks after, it was a boy this time and she could keep him as he had promised her, in fact Max got a liking for the little fellow, more than he ever expected. Max had arranged to move, he thought that the police was behind him, but in reality it was not so. The news reports in the past had kept him on his toes. He didn’t write silly letters to the police or any other provocation towards the law, he was not that kind of person. He didn’t care what the rest of the world thought of him, he was the way he was. He saw Belle and her mother on TV, Max did not know to that point that the Sheik had released Belle. Belle acted she had amnesia, good for her he thought. It gave him an idea. He let Eve sit kneel down before him and told her she was free, he would buy her an apartment and she could live there with their son, he would send them money so she never had to think worry about that. Eve started to cry and told her Master she didn’t want to be free and wanted to stay with him, if she had done something wrong that he wanted to get rid of her? He could punish her severely but please don’t send me away, she was pleading. Max was somewhat dumbstruck by this and he had to rethink his ways, he liked her very much and it would be a loss for him too if he let her go and now they had a son together. Max looked at Eve and said “Slave is that what you really want?

To be mine forever?” Eve replied with tears in her eyes “Yes Master please my Lord let this slave and slut be yours”, Max thought about it a while and then told her. “Well we must celebrate that and I will give you a “slave forever” branding and then you are mine as long as I live”, Eve eyes lightened up she would get her masters branding, and be his forever, she already had a small one, this one would be bigger and she would wear it proudly. She was very happy for the turn of events her heart sang.

FUTURE PLANS

Max had enough money now to do whatever he liked in life and he always wanted to buy a yacht and go sailing, be some kind of pirate like, see the world, be free wherever he would be. After searching hundreds of yachts on the internet and magazines, Max bought an old schooner yacht, he called “Sea Devil” and a Sea or She devil she would be. The yacht was an old 145’ Dutch fishing vessel converted to a two masted staysail schooner sailing yacht in the seventies, she needed refurbishing, but her steel haul was in good shape. And she had ample room inside for what Max had in mind. She had two large engines and also good sail capability, but to sail a large yacht like this Max knew that a reasonable crew was needed. Due to more reasonable cost of refitting he decided to sail her to a Caribbean Island known for its yachting refurbishing. Besides that he didn’t wanted to be disturbed by any government people in his own country, for his past mischief, Max put an ad on the internet and in a few yachting magazines for people willing to go for fee on the sailing trip as a crew. There where a good number of responses and Max went through all of them, looking for experienced female sailors in particular. And he found about five of them that he wrote back and explained what he wanted to do. All five where willing to go on the trip to the Caribbean Island. Max stocked the yacht with a lot of fresh and canned food, wine, beer, water, fuel and everything else he needed for the five crew, Eve his son and himself.

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