Sarah Forth - The Rapist Buch

The new Traveller´s Companion Series from Olympia Press

The Rapist

Martin was enjoying his overseas assignment until he got carried away and raped the beautiful young woman assigned to him as a companion and translator.
His 'sentence' began as he recovered from a drugged sleep, to find himself roped and chained and hanging in a closet, in a woman's body.
From then on things only got worse, as 'she', totally female in physical appearance but with a man's mind, finds out the truth about sexual abuse, rape, pain and humiliation - the hard way.

From the book:
'... I am still locked in the female body I acquired so long ago now but in reality I have been reduced to the status of an animal.
There are about a dozen women here, all equally debased in our different ways. The place is several miles from any sort of civilisation, a large house set in a very large area of park and agricultural land.
My training had been arduous and I would guess that they are satisfied that it has been completely successful. I have no means of knowing how long I have been here - even the regularity of what might have been my monthly cycle has been suppressed.
For myself I admit that I am completely tamed. There is nothing to be gained now by resisting them. I am nothing. I do exactly what they demand of me for fear of worse and through lack of any means of avoiding them. I must submit.
I am kept in what I can only describe as a stable. It must be a stable because I live in it and to all intents and purposes, I am a mare.
I haven’t been allowed to wear clothes since I arrived here. I do wear specially made boots, boots which are locked on to my feet.
They make me walk and run on my toes and they are fitted with delicate metal horse shoes so that I clip and clop with every step. And when I am working, which is almost every hour of the day, I wear my harness.
The harness is of shiny black leather, mostly thin straps. One strap is fitted tightly round my waist and another set of straps are fitted over my shoulders and under my breasts, squeezing them together and thrusting them forward.
Two polished brass rings are fitted over my nipples and screwed tightly around them. A pair of bells dangle from these rings so that every bounce of my breasts causes them to jingle.
And when I am made to run, they bounce a lot! My hair is brushed back into a pony tail and has grown longer while I have been trained.
My hands are held in a pair of leather gauntlets which make it impossible to use my fingers. These gauntlets have heavy rings attached to them which can be fitted to the shaft of my cart.
That’s right, my CART. I am used as a driving pony!