Sinister Plot - Orientation Exercise

"Keep up, Slaves!" Their mistress cheerily called from the cart behind them. "Don't make me push the button again!"

Sophie, Haruhi, and Samantha collectively groaned behind their gags as they struggled to comply with their mistress. How long had it been since they left the boat? Two hours? Maybe three?

The silky gowns they had worn for auction were replaced by more functional leather jackets. They looked like straightjackets - but the sleeves folded their arms behind them without chafing their wrists, this had the added "benefit" of exposing their breasts to everyone assembled. The solid muzzles that filled their mouths had been replaced by a lighter ball type gag which was hollow and allowed the girls to breathe as they ran. Fastened onto their feet were a heavy leather slipper of sorts - no doubt a concession to protect their feet from the assorted sharp, tiny obstacles and rough terrain. The last item seemed to be the most insidious, a crotch belt which locked solidly over their hips. These held some very "personal" invaders inside the captives. The mistress delighted in "demonstrating" each belts ability to dispense either pleasure or pain. Which they got was directly related to girls current performance.

Thier captors set a pace designed to be maintained, but not wear them out too much - and they stopped occasionally to allow the captives to catch their breath.

"What do you think of the view?" the Mistress asked during one such break.

She didn't really expect an answer from the gagged, panting girls.

The captives looked around - it certainly was beautiful country, lush green fields dotted by patches of light woods. Although they had been running for some time the faint wisp of salty sea air was still on the breeze. Sam surmised that they were still not far from the ocean - perhaps running a coastline somewhere. Samantha certainly would've agreed with the evil bitch - but being mostly naked, bound, gagged, and forced run to cross country had NOT put her in an AGREEABLE mood.

The mistress drew a satisfied sigh, and sank into her seat inside the carts they were using to keep pace with the girls.

"Break time's over girls, get moving!"

The captives moaned as they began to run again...  

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This was the last pic I was working on, and it ALMOST didn't survive my system drives self destruction attempt! But I was barely able to salvage it!

As always, hope everyone enjoys!

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