But not anymore. Whose city is it now?" She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper."It's your city ma'am." "That's right you fucking bitch. It'... all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I'm going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you'd get me my old job back, but I don't need it anymore. Because I'm the new Mayor and you're my new slutty PA aren't you?" Yes ma'am." He squealed.There was nothing left of the confident,. .. Poor Larry. I could hear the sounds of something hard hitting the poor boy's flesh. I walked to the entry to the living room. Larry was completely nude kneeling on the floor with his battered bottom upraised and his forearms resting on the rug. His buttocks showed many welts, some fresh and some faded by different degrees.The big blonde Inga was dressed in a tube top which was barely able to restrain her large breasts. Her bottoms were what looked like a pair of sleep shorts with an elastic. ” Calling out loudly, he yelled, “Let the games begin!”Amazingly, a loud trumpet fanfare blared out over the stereo. Most of the guys weren’t expecting this, and they looked around, laughing. At this point, the six women marched down the hall and stood in a line across the living room. I hadn’t really noticed before, but all the armchairs and couches were in a line, so that we had two lines facing each other.The women were all dressed similarly, if outrageously. First, they all wore what had to. ”“What’s all of this nonsense about ponies?”“You are our pony,” responded Linny. “Our beautiful pony.”“I don’t even know what that means,” replied Faith. “You aren’t making any sense.”Linny explained what she meant and Faith grew more irate with each new revelation. She was not going to be treated as human. She was going to live in a stall. She was going to be exercised and raced and shown. “It will be lovely. I think it must be most exciting to be a slavegirl.”“I’ve had it with you two,” Faith.