Midnight-Pearl

'Midnight-Pearl' (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 7 – The Giggle

I had a heavy limp the next morning. My leg muscles, my calf and especially my thigh muscles, the muscles of my right leg pulled up overnight to the 'display-leg' position hurt dreadfully. Yet I was glad of the pain because my suspension with my leg tied up by its ankle had made me unavailable to Javelin, and because Hai Moon's lovely little hands were soon stroking my calf and the back of my thigh with the horse-liniment that was easing my leg muscles' horrible stiffness whilst causing a pleasurable one in my nipples.

Even so, even though I had been unavailable to Javelin's ministrations, I was lined up along with all the other girls from my stables for inspection. Fabrina looked all of us over from our rears.

Despite what it threatened, I noticed that a number of the other ponygirls looked tense and frustrated as if they had wanted what they had not wanted: as if their bodies had complained to their minds of the need for Javelin's stiffness within them to stroke their inner-minx muscles and take them to a cum, despite their overwhelming horror of a pregnancy.

Apart from myself, the only other pony not with the look of combined relief that she had not been fucked, and longing to have been fucked by Javelin, was Flamenco-Firefly, who had tears rolling down her wonderful face.

Fabrina smiled as she noted the profuse quantity of the blue dye that told of Flamenco-Firefly's having been covered by Javelin. Fabrina smiled and shook her head slowly, as if to say 'I'm not at all surprised', as she noted that Flamenco-Firefly's buttocks were the only ones smothered with the telltale blue. She had already checked to see that Javelin's pad was properly in place still, so it told her, the dye on the beautiful bottom of Flamenco-Firefly told her, that Flamenco-Firefly alone had been covered by Javelin that night.

Fabrina's smile told that she could not blame Javelin for wanting the outstanding astounding beauty of Flamenco-Firefly, and perhaps to remind herself to order one of Flamenco-Firefly's lovely thighs from the butcher for a celebratory spit-roast, if there had been success and Flamenco-Firefly's dropping a foal nine-months hence, followed by her post-lactation slaughter two or three years hence, was now inevitable.

Perhaps Fabrina did not know, as I and the other ponies knew, that Flamenco-Firefly's tears were also duplicitous. We had all heard Javelin return to Flamenco-Firefly's irresistible beauty four times in the night and Flamenco-Firefly whinnying to attract those visits; and yet none of us had heard Flamenco-Firefly cum with pleasure.

Poor Flamenco-Firefly had betrayed herself. She had longed and whinnied for another covering, each time after the first because she needed and wanted satisfaction through the satiation of a cum; and yet each of and all of five times she had been left waiting and wanting.

Flamenco-Firefly's body had driven her mind and now her tears told of her fears and regret. That night had seen the first sexual experience Flamenco-Firefly had ever had. That night had seen the only sexual experience Flamenco-Firefly would ever have. Flamenco-Firefly would now never ever experience a cum.

Flamenco-Firefly's stunning beauty could in fact of course; only ever really have been answered by the love of another pretty girl. Only another girl of equal beauty could ever have satisfied the rare stunning natural wonder of a girl like Flamenco-Firefly. Flamenco-Firefly could not be made to go-off half-cocked by a cocked half-girl like Javelin. Javelin was not the girl for Flamenco-Firefly.

Yet nine-month's hence, sexual satisfaction or frustration being totally irrelevant in such matters, Flamenco-Firefly would drop her lovely foal, breast-feed her for six or seven months, and then have her taken away, so that she, Flamenco-Firefly, could be farmed for her milk, until ……until… Yes: Fabrina would put her name down for one of Flamenco-Firefly's supremely hugely beautiful thighs when Flamenco-Firefly was eventually slaughtered and butchered, and invite all her friends to the roast: a roast to be toasted with copious quaffs of Russian girl-wine, or some from that sugar sweet little Inuit girl just coming into production.

My daily shaving completed, I had expected to be returned to being broken by having to walk or trot on the ponygirl rotator, but I was wrong: I found myself being walked to the blacksmith.

"This one's for Miss Ryan" Fabrina ordered the slightly obtuse farrier, with a hint of a nudge and wink in the emphasis given the name 'Miss Ryan'.

"Miss Ryan?" the gentle-cruel rough simple blacksmith enquired momentarily, "Oh Miss Ryan" she concluded, seeing the annoyed look in Fabrina's eye that she, the blacksmith, had not registered more quickly the inference.

"You've got it" Alena replied, "You've got it, and you've got all the necessary gear."

"Yea" the blacksmith answered.

I was tethered as I had been when I had been shod. I now knew the gentleness behind the bluff rough exterior of the blacksmith, and felt no nerves as I stood obediently, tethered by a single rein from my rubber mouth bit.

"Cor ain't I lucky eh? Wot a bootee you is, and you is 'ere wiv me" the blacksmith coaxed to relax me "Day sed you was pretty and day wont wrong" I felt my heart melt for this gentleness and seeming appreciation of my girlness.

"Yer is one lucky pony yer is. 'Miss Ryan' they keep callin' 'er" the farrier cooed.

Behind me, to where I could not turn my head to see, I heard a metallic scraping, but after an initial flinch and flash of the memory of Noblesse-Oblige's scream, thought nothing more of it.

"Miss fuckin' Ryan, my fuckin' arse", the crude farrier chortled, as if at a private joke.

"Naa den. We gotta giwaff yer darlin'. Where Miss fuckin' Ryan comes frum, dey 'ave der ponygirls giwaffed. Mek yer luk all 'aughty it will. Yer won't nivver talk ter the likes o' me agen after yer giwaffed an' all 'aughty will yer?" she sweetly comfortingly teased.

I could not understand what the gentle-cruel girl was talking about, and understood it less when she brought a long strong straight bar with a hinged round hoop at its centre, and put the opened-out hoop around my neck, before closing the hinged hoop and padlocking it behind my neck.

I therefore stood with my shoulders bearing a long rigid bar that stuck out at least an arms-length beyond my shoulders either side of me. Each arm of the bar had open rings, halfway along and at their ends. I was totally mystified and in considerable awe as the bar was ore: the bar was gold. The bar was probably not gold all through, but it was plated with precious gold.

Now the farrier was unfastening my lovely arms. She had undone my right arm from the wrist strap that formed one end of the manacle that tied that wrist up helplessly to my upper arm, and had put my shapely pretty arm out straight in parallel with the bar around my neck, fixing it to the bar by clipping closed the ring at its half length, just above my elbow, and the ring at my wrist, at the bar's furthest extremity. She threw aside my former wrist ties after she had repeated the new bondage arrangement with my left arm, and I now stood with my arms immovably outstretched as if I were crucified.

To keep the circulation in my outstretched arms from stopping, I twiddled my dainty hands and pretty fingers as the farrier hummed whilst she went about the business of bringing a gold ring for my neck; and another gold ring for my neck; and another gold ring for my neck.

Each and all of these gold rings were hinged at front as worn, with a nicked tongue and answering scabbard at rear as worn, so that closing the ring and pressing the tongue into the scabbard caused the nick to click and the ring to become immovably locked close-clinging-tightly around my graceful neck.

One by one the farrier surrounded my neck with lovely gold rings. Each gold ring round in end-section profile, fitting close around my slim neck, building up from the gold ring formed my the centre of the bar, the straight gold cangue that held my gorgeous arms stretched cruciform.

Each gold ring was a centimetre in cross-section-diameter, and each seemed to have its place in the order as one-by-one the rings around my neck were built up: a half dozen: then ten.

It was becoming most unpleasant now. I had found the gold rings eye-openningly flattering to my beauty, honouring my girlness; but now each ring fitted was beginning to hurt my neck as it had to be forced into place.

The blacksmith took no notice of my moans as she fitted yet another gold ring around my neck, and yet another gold ring, and yet another gold ring, and yet another gold ring, and yet another gold ring, and yet another gold ring until I wore seventeen gold rings, eighteen if the base ring of my cangue was counted, and I was suffering immense pain as if my poor neck had been dislocated. It had not, but it had certainly been horribly painfully stretched.

My neck was now held imprisoningly rigid. As the blacksmith had forecast, I looked imperiously haughty with my head held so very high.

Save that my extremely lovely face and body would look just as glorious in silver or base iron, gold was a wonderful colour for me to be decorated with. Gold has such association with the highest honour and beauty, so gold was my colour, or at least the colour best to contrast with my flawless natural naked negroid brown.

With my gorgeous face held fixedly eyes-front-only at all times now, I could not move my neck a single micro-millimetre in any direction. My loveliness was sacrifice to the gold of my giraffing, being more enslaved thus, because I could not see myself anymore. I could not successfully look down bar to see the tips of my nipples, though that would be award of heaven for any other girl of course. Unless I were to turn my whole body, I could only look rigidly at the horizon or such sweep of the horizon as my sensationally-sinful-dark-chocolate-brown-eyes could survey.

I was being prepared for 'Miss Ryan'. 'Miss Ryan', or rather her mother, 'Melinda Ryan' so called, in what I was to discover to be a cover disguise. 'Melinda Ryan' who was to gift me to her daughter, had demanded that her daughter's ponygirl be giraffed as per the custom in her homeland, and so I must suffer the constant agony of having my neck stretched as it now was, and being unable to move my head, as I now also was. But the erotic vision of my neck multi-ringed with wider diameter rings at base and top, curving in to smaller rings at centre, and then wider rings under my chin, so that my neck was concave-curve-encircled as if contained within the walls of a precious golden vase, or the true holy grail, was stupendously stunningly erotic.

There was no waiting or patience or standing-on-ceremony about the piercing of my earlobes. The farrier brought open-ended gold bells that were to dangle from my delectable little ears, and made me howl with pain as she closed the sharpened tongue-spike through my ear and clipped the tongue-spike into the ring's scabbard so I was pierced and dangled the two-inch diameter gold earrings and dangling and dinging open ended ding-dinging bells, one on each pretty little ear.

The farrier held a filthy cloth below my nose as she clipped a hole in my septum. I could not move my head, and was thus easy prey for the pincers pushed up my flared nostrils, pincers powerfully pinched to punch a hole through which a huge gold ring was snapped shut as my blood dripped and my eyes smarted with the pain of the hole punched in my nasal partition.

And the gold ring was snapped closed in my nostrils, dangling from the hole punch pierced septum, so that another open-ended bell and its musical clapper could dangle from a ring. This time the ringer rang from the ring in my nose, and the dinger dangled over by gaped negress' gorgeous constant-kiss-lips, my lovely 'kiss-me-I'm-adorable' lips held open by my bit gag, over my justifiably proud, proud top lip.

Sleigh-bells, closed sleigh-bells were fitted to the side of my nostrils, with arrow-headed pins that pierced my nose: pins with 'V' arrow heads that flicked open-out within my nose so as to ensure the pins took a one-way journey and the sleigh-bells they bore at their outer ends would jingle on my pretty nose forever immovably, as the pins were forced through my nose at its base just where my nostrils began to flare.

My cry of pain as my lower lip, the lower lip of my mouth was pierced through in its middle with yet another gold ring from which dangled yet another open-ended gold bell, contrasted with the musical 'tinkle-tinkle' from my ear bells and my nose bells, as the chain from the ring through my negress' beautifully proud lower lip, dangled below my chin.

But the cry of pain at the fixing of a bell to my lower mouth-lip, was nothing compared with my crying protest in horror and fear and pain as the farrier pulled out my left upper eyelid, and pierced it though with the sharp tongue of yet another gold ring, and repeated the agony on my right upper eyelid, clicking the nicked tongues of the rings through my top eyelids closed, leaving me with open-ended bells swinging and dinging in front of my gorgeous brown eyes, hanging, these savage bells, hanging from the bottom of my top eyelid rings, on chains that swung before my eyes, leaving pretty gold bells, open-ended gold bells, dangling on my soft face cheeks, the lips of these bells' open bottoms on my lower eyelids, among my soft tears of agony.

The farrier knelt as she put six gold rings, six loose gold rings, with multiple sleigh-bells around them, around my slim ankles and lower lovely legs, and stood once more as she fitted two rings, one tailored to fit on each of the longer between-knuckle-sections of my eight fingers, to every one of my fingers and, one-only, on each of my thumbs: eighteen gold rings, each gold finger and thumb ring having a sleigh-bell fitted.

Amulets: gold amulet rings were clicked closed around my widespread arms just above my elbows, and huge three-inch diameter open-ended bells dangled on chains from these.

My sobs in pain were punctuating the heavenly music my heavenly face and body tinkle jingled the air of the blacksmith's forge with, as I cried with the extraordinary pain of being so brutally beautifully bedecked with dangling ding-ding, sing-ding, swing-ding, swinging singing bells, as my body was decoratively brutalised: as they treated me like the inhuman non-human animal I was now considered to be.

Among the tinkling of my dingling dangling bells, all I heard was the farrier spit and a soft swift sizzle.

The farrier spat to check its heat.

All I heard was the farrier spit and a soft swift sizzle: I could not turn my head.

The farrier spat to check its heat.

It had dulled from the red.

It was an oval with a large 'HSS-AR' in reverse: a large 'HSS-AR' in mirror in its centre.

It had dulled from the red approaching yellow its end glowed when the blacksmith pulled it from the fire with her leather gloved hand.

The farrier spat on its end to check its heat.

Then she paused, not satisfied.

Then she spat on its end again.

All I heard was the farrier spit and a soft sizzle, the soft sizzle of rapidly burning-off spittle. I could not turn my head.

Satisfied the second time, the farrier close-focused on my beautiful soft brown bare flesh, my girlsoft girl-complexioned skin at the top middle of my left buttock, where imperial buttock was becoming incomparable back, where my cheeky bum cheek ended and my girl-arched back began.

She had forgotten her eyeglasses yet again. She had forgotten her eyeglasses on purpose. She thought her wearing glasses spoilt her looks. She had deliberately forgotten her eyeglasses, but she had branded a ponygirl before.

I felt the heat even before it touched me.

Even before it touched me I felt the heat and I knew, I just knew what it was.

I felt the heat even before it touched me, and I became rigid as a post in absolute terror: I became literally petrified.

Ruinously for any defence of my poor body I became rigid. My eyes stared as my mouth screamed and screamed and screamed as the farrier counted: "one; two; three; four; five" as she held the branding iron on my naked body: and the stench of, and the slow smoking sizzling of my slow burning flesh, underscored the air I vibrated with screams of excruciating-excruciating-excruciating agony that caused even Koala-Bare in a distant field to stop and suffer the whip yet once more to drive her as she plodded to pull the plough she was harnessed to in her long days at the front of and harnessed to the plough.

I didn't cry. My pain was so unbearably enormously immense I didn't cry.

I bore a brand: a hardly discrete one-and-a-half-inch diameter wide, three-inch long brand, labelling me with 'HSS-AR' within its evil oval perimeter.

'Astrid Riento' was the real name of the girl to whom I was to be gifted. 'Miss Ryan' was the cover name for Her Supreme Serenity the Princess Astrid Maria Poliphnia Sarahnaya De Palmania-Thomasatto-Riento, the heir to the throne of the Queendom of **********, a tiny country located between Spain and France. I bore the wickedly painful brand 'HSS-AR' standing for 'Her Supreme Serenity - Astrid Riento' burned forever indelibly into my naked body.

Labelled like meat, I was to become yet another animal owned by Her Supreme Serenity the Princess Astrid Maria Poliphnia Sarahnaya De Palmania-Thomasatto-Riento to be used or not: to be used; or to rot in her stables just as she may choose.

And as my unearthly scream of agonised agony as I was being branded, broke to a silent croak, I slumped in my bonds: I fainted with the pain of being branded with a near red-hot iron on my bare body.

……………

The hell of my branding, the torture of my giraffed neck, the agony of my arms being held permanently out cruciform, the savagery of the bells with which my adorable face was adorned, none of these saw an end to my breaking and training.

No sooner did a bucket of the coldest cold water over my near nakedness rouse me from my faint, the faint I had fainted and not feinted at or falsified, than I was being led out of the farrier's workshop by Fabrina to be put through my seemingly never-ending paces once more.

It had been Alena's suggestion that I should experience the crupper.

This horrible leather belt showed me what the hoops at the bottom of my waist waspie were for. Alena fastened its slim black leather single strand to the large hoop at the middle-bottom-front of my waspie, and then pulled it up between my girl-lips, the petals of my pod, pulled it up hard before fastening off its divided ends to hoops on my waspie at the rear, either side of my swinging tail.

I was made to walk. Fabrina put on a long rein and made me walk in a circle being chafed by the crupper with all my cruel bells a swinging jinging jingling jingle-jangle as I moved, tall and haughty not in nature, where I was warm and gentle, but in presentation with my gold ringed-around giraffed neck.

Oh god it was heaven. The bells dangling from my upper eyelids were far the cruellest of cruelties aside from my freshly branded bare bottom, but the crupper pressed on my mons mound and excited my clit and it rubbed on my outer and inner lips and would have hurt and rubbed me raw were it not that I seeped and seeped abundantly my most girl secretion to steep it: I was marinating the crupper in my cognac as I walked.

I walked proudly with my giraffed neck high, looking the height of haughtiness as I wiggled by, all jingle-jangle from my ankles, my elbows, and above all musically unforgettably, from the bells on my earrings, the bell on my nose ring, the bell on my lower-mouth-lip-ring, the bells at either side of my nostrils, and the brutal swinging singing bells that dangled from my top eyelids, causing to be blinkered by nature, as my eyelids were pulled down and I thus must cast my eyes submissively down to see anything.

And I was walking, as a ponygirl should. I was being made to walk, as a ponygirl must. I was walking, as a ponygirl must. I was putting one tiptoed hoofed foot directly in front of the other and swinging my hips my beautiful bum and my tail, the tail at the end of the dildo forced up my anus, as I was masturbated on the teasing pleasing now soused and soaked crupper strap splitting my minx's petals.

I was a girl in hell and heaven: a heavenly girl in hell. The mocking bells swinged and dinged. The brutally cruel bells on my eyelids swonged and donged. The pain from my fresh branding throbbed. My limp from having had my right leg forced aloft overnight was just perceptible, but the heaven in my minx from the tightness of the crupper was, to my complete horror, making me enjoy my extremely extreme humiliation and torture.

For the next five nights I had my right leg tied up aloft to stretch its muscles. For another six days after that, the savage torture was carried out on my left leg. And every day between I was made to walk and trot.

I must trot with my knees up at every step so my thigh was at or above the horizontal. And I was so musical now. At my every tiny move I tinkled. My ankle and finger bells set up a rhythmic jink, jink, jink, jink, jink, jink, jink, jink, jink, jink as I trotted with my ear nose and eyelid bells swinging and dinging: and indeed, my trainers took guidance from the uniformity of the noise I made as I jogged in trot, to confirm that I was trotting properly.

I wore the crupper every day now. I am ashamed, deeply ashamed to have to admit that I looked forward to having it divide the lips of my pod and press on my clitoris.

Of course I dare not show that it was giving me pleasure. Had I showed that I welcomed the crupper and that it was pleasuring me to heaven, they would have taken it away. At least, I assume they would. The other possibility is that my trainers knew full well what the crupper was doing. Indeed, now I reflect, the obedience and increasing conformity with their desires as to how I should trot walk and run, brought about by the tightness of the crupper within my minx must not only have encouraged them to continue fitting it but, from the way in which it was sodden with my cream when they pulled it out of my pod, must have revealed by depraved arousal as the source of their victory over my will.

I was broken-in and trained for two more months. Every single day was the same. I was taught to obey without question. Every single night one or other of my legs was stretched, and my day's training would finish with the command: "Display-leg-right" at which I would fold my right leg in an instant flash with my thigh up against my right tit, before alofting my lower leg till I stood with my beautiful right leg held up, straight up like an erotic periscope, my hoofed big toe pointing to the goddess who must have created me, my erotic muscles shouting out my superlatively supreme dream girlness as I posed thus for as long as ordered: and the time got longer till I must hold the ordered leg, be it left or right, thus decoratively aloft for five whole minutes.

This achieved, I spent a further week learning to walk in display leg mode. In this, I must kick a leg up to the stars, count to five before lowering sexily slowly and taking a step forward with it, and letting my un-kicked leg join it, before kicking my opposite leg to the sky once more count to five before lowering it, and thus on and on in the most demeaning, humiliating, and degrading manner.

My multiple bells ensured I was now the least popular pony in my stables. I could not even breathe without several of my dangling bells dingling and, of course, my eyelids must flicker and my eyelid bells thus 'ding-ding' 'ding-ding' constantly. Sleep was very difficult with one or other of my lovely legs tied straight up to stretch its muscles, and with my eyelid bells, the rings from which my eyelid bells dangle dingled rubbing on my eyes and stopping me closing my eyelids fully together.

Kim Kai and Hai Moon were very gentle with me. The cruelty of my bells and the giraffing of my neck made them feel tenderness for me. Their loving kindness aroused me. All this brutality had made me extremely girl-sensitive. I was turned on in the instant of their touch. My body did not just posses sexual organs; my body was, as if it were, in itself my most sensitive sexual organ.

At the end of the third week of my fourth month of captivity, I was introduced to my head harness and the carriage-reins.

In training, in my endless training, I had worn a rubber gag bit and headband labelling me 'Midnight-Pearl'. The bit brought to me on this late day in my training was made of no soft rubber; it was a half-inch diameter bar of gold knurled and roughed into diamonded spikes so as to hurt my tongue as it was pulled back into my mouth over my teeth and onto my tongue.

Strapped at the back of my head, the bit I now wore, came out either side of my mouth and ended in two horizontal hoops.

This bit was cruel: very cruel. Its diamond-hard spikes hurt my lips and brutalised my tongue. It showed a new force; a renewed force; an increase in the desire to control me and use me. As if the fitting of my giraffing neck-rings and the brutality of the bells on my face including even my upper eyelids did not tell me that I was now enslaved beyond, far beyond mere enslavement, they must also hurt my lovely mouth to give me constant pain to mistress me and control me.

What had I done to deserve this? After week upon week, month upon month now, of constant training, I was completely broken. I was pony: I was a ponygirl first and foremost and a human girl a million millennia ago. My instincts were now all ponygirl. Such fripperies as my humanness had caused me to indulge before my breaking had disappeared forever. I had been broken down to the core animal beneath the thin veneer of my human girlness, and reconstructed as a tamed and instantly obedient pony.

Of course I still had my high human girl intellect. But, like all girls, I had animal instincts centred on the pleasure zone between my gorgeous legs. I was a human girl with a bright brain, but I also had tits, a cunt, and a womb, and a body and mind minded to have my cunt invaded for pleasure if I was fortunate, but for reproduction as the agenda hidden or open. I was made for sex and reproduction. I was a fuck machine. My wonderful sexiness was in reality only to get me fucked: my cunt was to be fucked, my womb filled and my tits would then feed my foal. I was, in sum, an animal and all my trainers had done was to take away all the falsities, all the deceptions that such as stockings and suspenders and brassieres and miniskirts superficially give a girl that she is something more sophisticated than the animal she is founded upon.

My trainers had broken through to my foundations. They had stripped me, not only in the peripheral ephemeral sense of my miniskirts, a hugely beautifully filled bra, a pretty garter atop sinfully dark stockings on a gorgeous leg, with a low neckline showing supreme cleavage, and a face with lips that it should have been a capital offence not to kiss, but in the corporeal sense. All ridiculous, ridiculous for a ponygirl that is, 'civilised' niceties had gone. I instinctively urinated whenever I needed to wherever I was. I no longer sought privacy and the technicality of a lavatory-bowl in which to defecate. I had straw in my stable stall, I pissed and passed my shit as an animal should and it was now first nature, not second nature, for me to piss and shit that way. Even when I had had my monthly bleed, it had just seeped from me and dripped on my fantastically fabulous bare legs. That was how it should be for a ponygirl, and that is how it was for me: because I was now just a ponygirl: period. I was now just an animal: period.

Up from the side of my new cruel bit, ran straps that held blinkers to either side of my eyes, and these were made doubly secure by the new headband on my forehead, being strapped behind my head with a link strap down to the strap that held the bit in my mouth. The headband, covered in gold-leaf in place of the one I ordinarily wore, blared out my name: 'Midnight-Pearl' in crimson capital letters on a white ground.

Through each of the hoops at either side of my mouth bit, Alena now fed two short straps, one through each hoop. These straps finished in a sharp-toothed clip with a one-inch central tongue-spike and the seemingly inevitable bell dangling from them.

The straps through the hoops at the ends of my mouth bit were prevented from falling through the hoops in my bit, by the fact that the straps ended at the mouth bit end, with hoops, gold rings, larger than the diameter of the hoops at the end of my bit.

I had no idea what these short straps and the clips at the ends of them were for as of yet; but I was to find out soon, and it was to be very painful.

Now came that very pain. Alena showed no compassion as she opened the toothed jaw at the end of the short strap dangling on my right breast, and forced its one-inch long tongue-spike into the milk hole of my nipple, before letting go the dog clip's jaw, so that the multiple teeth it had, gripped my poor nipple cruelly hard. Even in my gag I gasped with the pain and set my eyelid bells a jingle jangle as my eyelids closed and fluttered as the dreadful pain of the inserted needle burned in my brain.

The same treatment was meted out to my left breast, and then long carriage-reins were fitted to the hoops at the end of the short reins running from my gag hoops to my tortured nipples from which two new bells swung and jingled as I breathed, still feeling the pain of the grip of the nipple-bits, for such was what the needles forced into my milk-holes and the clamps that bit my nipples were called. I had had nipple-bits fitted, and the short straps that ran up to the hoops siding both ends of my mouth bits were my tit-reins.

The carriage-reins were in fact a long, one single long leather strap. This strap was fourteen or sixteen feet long, with a clip at either end. These clips had been opened to fix the ends of the single long carriage-rein strap, to one end each of the rings at the end of my tit-reins, the rings that rested against the rings of my mouth bit, being larger than my mouth bit end rings and thus unable to pass through them: the rings that were atop of my tit-reins, the short reins that ran from my mouth bit to my nipple-bits, the painful needles inserted in my nipples and held there with the toothed clamps biting on my poor nipples.

"Midnight-Pwearlwhirly wearn cart wain obey", Alena informed me in the insulting way I was now addressed, the way the stupidest of stupid animals might be spoken to.

"Midnight-Pwearlwhirly wearn cart wain obey. Cart wain pull Midnight-Pwearlwhirly pwitty titty witties. Cart wain tell Midnight-Pwearlwhirly what do, by pull Midnight-Pwearlwhirly pwitty titty witties" Alena continued.

My eyes closed, rubbed by the rings in my upper eyelids, my eyes closed at the insult to my intelligence and the cruelty of the demeaning and degrading use to which my lovely breasts were to be put. My eyes closed, and my eyelid bells dingle-dingled.

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly standy wandy, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told goegowey, by two tuggy wuggies both wains both pwitty titty witties together"

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly standingwandying, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told goegowey, by two tuggy wuggies both wains both pwitty titty witties together, and Midnight-Pwearlwhirly then goegowey walkly walkies"

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly goegowey walkly walkies, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told twotty wotty with two tuggy wuggies both pwitty titty witties together.

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly goegowey walkly walkies, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told twotty wotty with two tuggy wuggies both pwitty titty witties together, and Midnight-Pwearlwhirly then twotty wotty.

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly twotty wottying, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told wunny wunny with two tuggy wuggies both pwitty titty witties together.

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly twotty wottying, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly told wunny wunny with two tuggy wuggies both pwitty titty witties together, and Midnight-Pwearlwhirly then wunny wunny.

When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly given one little tuggy wuggy both pwitty titty witties together, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly go back from wunny wunny to twotty wotty, or twotty wotty to walkly walkies.

When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly given one big big biggywiggy tuggy wuggy both pwitty titty witties together, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly stoppy woppy: Midnight-Pwearlwhirly go 'whoa' like gwood ickle pwony"

"Midnight-Pwearlwhirly have two pwitty titty witties. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly have one wight titty wittie. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly have one weft titty wittie."

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly moveywoovying and Midnight-Pwearlwhirly wight titty wittie pulled, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly go wightwighty"

"When Midnight-Pwearlwhirly moveywoovying and Midnight-Pwearlwhirly weft titty wittie pulled, Midnight-Pwearlwhirly go weftwefty"

"Midnight-Pwearlwhirly cwever gwirl. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly do what pwitty titty witties say Midnight-Pwearlwhirly do-do"

"Midnight-Pwearlwhirly is cwever as her pwitty titty witties. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly feel what pwitty titty witties say. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly do what pwitty titty witties say. Midnight-Pwearlwhirly wewy cwever ickle gwirl and do what her wuvly wuvly pwitty titty witties say."

The cruel insult to my high intelligence? The cruel insult to my high intelligence shamed me twice, once from the insult itself and once for the dampness in my pretty pod. I closed my eyes in my shame and set my eyelid bells dingling again.

"What in the name of hell was all that in aid of?" Jenna posed to Alena in a pre-disposed questioning for the benefit of the camera that had recorded my demeaning instructions on the reins I wore. The question was posed so as to get a clear explanation for the future viewers of the DVD being filmed. Alena went over the ground again……..

"Midnight-Pearl is to be harnessed to a Giggle……." Alena began

"Hold it please: hold on there awhiles: hold it right there please Alena. What's a 'Giggle' for chrisakes?" Jenna intervened.

"A Giggle is a gig: a Girl-Gig. A 'gig' is, of course, a light two-wheeled carriage. A 'gig' is also a flighty girl. The carriage, the gig that our flighty girl Midnight-Pearl will pull, combines the two meanings of 'gig' and takes account of the loveliness of a girl's giggle, and we call it, we call what is technically a Girl-Gig, 'a Giggle'" Alena explained.

"Midnight-Pearl is wearing tit-reins", Alena continued, casually. "Midnight-Pearl is to be harnessed to a Giggle. The driver must communicate her commands to the pony. In a Giggle, the pony is some six feet in front of the driver. She can be reached with the carriage whip of course, but routine instructions, as opposed to spurring-on or punishment for misbehaviour, need more than mere voice command or the whip. A reasonably intelligent ponygirl can be taught to obey the commands she is given through her tits."

"When a ponygirl is standing, a double-tug on both her tits together, tells her to walk: another double-tug after that, again on both her tits together, tells her to trot: a third double-tug on both tits in unison, to run."

"Single tugs on both tits in unison tell her to go back to what she was doing before. So, if she is running, a single tug on both her tits through the tit-reins, tells the ponygirl to return to the trot."

To order her to stop, no matter if she be walking, trotting, or running, all the driver has to do, is pull on both of the ponygirl's tits firmly and she will understand."

"What about steering then?" Jenna enquired in an obviously planted question.

"Steering is very easy", Alena replied matter-of-factly, "Obviously a ponygirl has two tits: repeated tugs of the rein on her right tit, is all it needs to tell her she must go right until both her tits are pulled once to tell her to go straight again; and repeated tugs of the rein on her left tit, will tell her she must go left, until both her tits are pulled once in unison to order her to go straight ahead."

"It is very simple. In fact we have more trouble teaching the drivers than the ponygirls, and the drivers are supposed to have human intelligence!"

"We have to remember that ponygirls are stupid animals. We used to use the mouth bit to guide them. But tit-reins are far more effective. After all, a ponygirl has two tits, and they might as well be used for something worthwhile" Alena concluded

This was vilely degrading. It had been said in front of me so that the camera could film my eyes as the humiliation and insult to my intelligence and my beautiful body sank into my pained and tortured mind as I slavered uncontrollably disgustingly down my chin from my mouth being forced open by the cruel golden bit.

………………

I was harnessed in all bar the carriage-reins and the crupper the next morning.

I had so looked forward to the crupper. Secretly, at least I thought it was a secret; I enjoyed the crupper exciting me. Of course I had no say on whether I would wear the crupper or not. I was only a ponygirl; such matters were for my superiors: my mistresses: my owners to decide.

There was an electrifying buzz around the pony-farm that day.

I stood obediently, the pain in my nipples from the nipple-bits having been inserted throbbed. I slavered down my chin as I so wished I could stop but could not control, so wide open did the gold Giggle-bit hold my mouth.

I was harnessed in all bar the carriage-reins the next morning. But I also wore something extra: a strong slim steel chain dangled down from the strong hoop at the bottom front of my waspie: the waspie that unmercifully squeezed my waist to fifteen hourglass inches. This chain, like the crupper, divided into two chains, the single tail-end of its 'Y' shape being the end fixed to the front of my waspie, the 'V' at the top of its 'Y' formation, presently dangling loose, unused between my supreme thighs.

The tail dangling from the dildo forced up my anus, swung in the breeze. I had been prepared with extra care by my delightful stable-girls that morn.

Now I stood, held by Kim Kai with Hai Moon on standby. I had the long carriage rein on just one end of the rings in my mouth bit, and not actually, as yet, attached to one of my tit-reins. Kim Kai and Hai Moon had been given the day off school in honour of their hard work with me, and the honour of meeting royalty.

For now, I stood with time to spare and stare, and take in the strange vehicle, a light carriage, that stood with its single shaft resting on a sawhorse, the end of its shaft being covered over so I could not see it: covered with a velvet drape, that seemed to have some kind of 'upthrusting' central support. The end of the shaft was covered as if it was to be unveiled in a ceremony.

It had two main wheels: two multi-spoked: two golden multi-spoked main wheels and a single shaft: two golden multi-spoked wheels: wheels slim in profile with rubberised tyres and a single golden shaft: two main wheels some six feet in diameter.

It could seat three. Pretty evidently, one would be the driver, and two passengers. All the seats were forward of the wheels. A third much smaller wheel on the end of a vertical strut, a wheel clearly able to rotate freely, both when and if it touched the ground and also in steering mode, dangled from the six-foot long single shaft. This was the Giggle's balancing wheel. It touched ground only to safeguard the comfort of driver and passengers if, for example, the ponygirl stumbled.

I jingled as I merely breathed. My arms tied out as if I were crucified, each of my fingers and both my thumbs jingled as I flexed my pretty hands to stop the pain in my outstretched arms and my shoulders. My golden-belled anklets also jingle-jangled, as did the bell from my nose ring, the bell from my lower mouth lip ring, the sleigh bells imbedded in my nostrils at the side of my nose, the sadistic bells dangling from my ring pierced eyelids, and the bells dangling from my nipple-bits: the needles inserted in my nipples and held in with vicious clamps.

The attraction to Alena, Fabrina, and Gaynor of giving me away, was royal patronage. We were arriving at the culmination of all I had been abducted and subsequently tamed and trained for.

The attraction to Alena, Fabrina, and Gaynor of giving me away, was royal patronage. For the world to acknowledge that theirs was the pony-farm supplying the Queendom of ********** would, for Alena, Fabrina, and Gaynor, be a great coup. No amount of advertising or carefully planted publicity in the media could even approach equalling, acceptance by the royal family of a land where ponygirls overflowed the stables of the royal household, and only the very finest were accepted as additions. Their ultimate hope, the ultimate hope of Alena, Fabrina, and Gaynor, was to be able to put: 'By Royal Appointment' on their letter heading; but that might, they had concluded, be a little too ambitious just as of yet.

"She is named 'Midnight-Pearl' your Supreme Serenity" I heard Fabrina say as a simply stunning petite blonde angel in the heelless tiptoeing riding boots I had seen the stable-girls in, glide-wiggled into view. Like the stable girls, this angel, with a multi-curled supremely soft blonde-white tresses tumbling to her ankles, wore heelless boots, but hers were of the very finest brown kid-leather.

Within her white pure silk blouse her breasts were obviously bare. She was what: she was fourteen if that. Her breasts were very firm and had no need of a bra. Her nipples pushed out the blouse like tent-poles she was so firm: her young bosom, her virgin's breasts were so very firm.

She wore tight white jeans tucked into her boots. Her shapely little bottom was a delight.

Her face was the exception to even the exceptionally pretty. Though she was sullen and petulant as of this day; even a sulking pout was supremely attractive when worn on such an angelically pretty face.

"One would have preferred the Gypsy, 'Flamenco-Firefly'. This one is not even half as pretty" Princess Astrid: the Princess Astrid Maria Poliphnia Sarahnaya De Palmania-Thomasatto-Riento, announced.

"But your dear mamma chose Midnight-Pearl for you your Supreme Serenity", Alena dared to reply.

"You would do well not to quote dear mamma to me!" the princess responded politely but tartly, with a strong hint of teenage rebellion and spoilt boredom in her tone.

"May we beg to give you Flamenco-Firefly as well, your Supreme Serenity? She is not trained for the Giggle but we have high hopes that she is with foal". I will order her to be branded………." Alena was stopped by a gloved hand, the kid-leather gloved hand of the overwhelmingly pretty, blue-eyed princess.

"Have her whipped" Princess Astrid replied with a dismissive look on her extremely lovely face.

"Your Supreme Serenity?" Alena enquired in total astonishment, querying Princess Astrid's seemingly unbelievable instruction.

"One said to have Flamenco-Firefly whipped: one-hundred lashes. Do I now make myself clear?" Princess Astrid asked brusquely, like the spoilt child she was.

"We will arrange it for when your Supreme Serenity can award our humbleness with her precious time to witness her order being obeyed" Alena, clearly still shocked by the instruction, answered as calmly as she could.

"One has no wish to witness it. Just have her whipped" Princess Astrid dismissed the subject.

"Immediately, your Supreme Serenity" Alena answered, looking to find a means of conveying the order and beckoning to Hai Moon, my stable-girl, with a view to using her as messenger.

"Oh don't bother!" Princess Astrid then as suddenly pouted prettily.

"Your Supreme Serenity?" Alena asked.

"One said 'don't bother'. Don't bother with the whipping, one has changed one's mind" Princess Astrid answered.

Alena curtsied her understanding of the changed order, trying not to show her relief that the cruel whim had been withdrawn.

"And what is this ugly whore supposedly capable of?" the Princess asked dismissively, turning her attention to me.

"Display-leg-right" Astrid ordered me, and in reflex I shot my tight leg to the sky and held its extreme beauty aloft.

"She does have very beautiful legs, I'll grant you that" Princess Astrid pouted as she openly admired my alofted leg's curvaceous muscularity.

"Whoa" came Alena's order, and I lowered my leg.

"Display-legs-walk" I was ordered.

I kicked my beautiful right leg straight up to the stars, then lowered in sexily slowly till my pointed hoof touched ground, swung my provocative hips so as to join my advanced right leg with my left, and then kicked my left leg to the heaven it was so clearly made in, and so provocatively advanced toward the adorably pretty princess, who was trying not to show how sexy she was finding my arousing display.

"Whoa" her pretty as posies little voice called to me, with a hint of a lovely giggle.

"You have done well with this pony," the petulant prima donna pronounced.

"Thank you your Supreme Serenity" Alena and Fabrina, with clear relief in their voices, responded in unison, or as near unison as their pleased surprise would allow.

"Would you honour us with a ride in your new Giggle" Alena asked very tentatively.

"One will" the princess, still knocked out by the beauty of my legs, answered.

Alena clapped her hands, and Hai Moon and Kim Kai rearranged my carriage reins so that they were now clipped to the rings at the end of my tit-reins, and I was led forward to the single slim gold coated shaft of the Giggle: the single shaft that rested on the sawhorse, so as to hold the two-wheeled, the two main-wheeled girl-gig in readiness for its pony: in readiness for me.

Alena now matter-of-factly whisked the velvet cover off whatever it was that stuck upright from the end of the shaft, and I nearly stumbled in my sexy walk as I saw it.

As I was being led toward the Giggle to be harnessed to its single shaft I nearly stumbled in my sexy walk as I saw it. It, that which Alena had just revealed, was the coupling to which I had absolutely no doubt I was to be 'attached'.

It was gold.

It was two-inches in diameter.

It was gold.

It was two-inches in diameter.

It was gold.

It was eighteen inches long.

It was gold.

It was eighteen inches long.

Thrusting up from the end of the single shaft was the ponygirl coupling. It was gold, it was two-inches in diameter and eighteen inches long, and fashioned: it was fashioned: sculptured as an erect penis, and I knew, I just knew that I was going to be impaled on that brutal hideous horrible unyielding spike.

"Mercy, oh god mercy, I am a virgin, I am a virgin, oh please god I am an intact virgin!!!" my mind screamed as my eyes closed and my eyelid bells jingle jangled wildly.

My screaming mind surveyed my destiny as I began to shy a little in my reins and Kim Kai and Hai Moon both had to grasp my reins next my Giggle-bit tightly.

I looked at the huge penis, at its brutal eighteen inches and its massive two-inch width as it stood upright at the end of the shaft, in front of a hole in the shaft.

There was a dividing in the shaft's single straight length into two, before it merged back into one, and the one it merged back into held the brutal penis-coupling upright at its end. The division and subsequent re-combining of the single shaft left a hole just behind the penis-coupling.

I was being turned around. I was having my lovely back turned so I stood with my gloriously bold and beautiful buttocks facing the shaft, facing the single shaft, with the horrible eighteen-inch tall penis-coupling touching my tail, the tail that dangled from the dildo forced up my anus.

Fabrina and Alena now grasped my thighs and lifted me up. I was going to be impaled!

"Mercy, oh god mercy, I am a virgin, I am an intact virgin, oh please god I am an intact virgin!!!" my mind screamed as my eyelid bells jingled madly with my horror.

Let slide, I slid down the penis in milliseconds. I was terrified and unlubricated and the penis tore me. The penis ripped me as, let go by Alena and Fabrina, I slid down onto the penis-coupling, unlubricated by my cognac, but made slippery by the burst of blood, that followed a scalding fire that hurt like the branding iron as my hymen was ripped and my innocent virginity burst asunder as the pole pushed ever onwards its all-eighteen-inches into my hitherto intact virgin's virgin cunt, raping me to womanhood taking my innocent girlhood until I stood with it buried in me.

What had been eighteen inches of cruel cold gold metal had disappeared. All eighteen unyielding inches were in my body. The penis-coupling's savage eighteen-inches were thrust up my cunt, and its top was buried in my belly. All eighteen-inches had disappeared, as the chain that dangled still from the strong ring at the bottom front of my waist squeezing waspie was taken between my legs, pulled through the hole, where the single shaft of the Giggle divided, divided itself, the chain itself was divided, so as to leave my tail dangling undisturbed, and then padlocked to two strong rings in the back of my waspie: the securing chains were padlocked to my waspie where hitherto the crupper had been fastened.

The supporting sawhorse was being taken away. I was now harnessed to the Giggle. I was a ponygirl harnessed to the Giggle. My virgin's blood, the blood from my fresh ripped hymen trickled its crimson pain down the insides of my powerwonderful thighs as I stood fresh rip-raped to womanhood with my rapist still hard up my cunt, my haughty head held high with my giraffing neck-rings, my taunting bells a dinger-linga-ling from my nipple-bits, my lower mouth lip, my nose-ring, my nostrils, my viciously cruelly pierced upper eyelids, and my lovely arms. I stood tiptoed in my pony-shoe shod hoof-clogs with my lovely arms stretched out on my cangue as if I were crucified, and the bells dangling from my armlets, and the bells on my finger rings, constantly dingalingalinged.

Alena curtsied to the pretty curly blonde haired angel princess, as she passed the princess the long black carriage whip, and my carriage reins, the reins that ran to my tit-reins.

"One is happy to have passengers" the princess Astrid condescendingly announced.

"We are the honoured ones your Supreme Serenity" Alena replied.

Kim Kai held my reins close to my mouth bit, my Giggle-bit, as through my sensitive minx, through the penis-coupling forced up my cunt and held hard their by the crupper-chain, I felt movement six feet behind me, as Alena and Fabrina took the two places on the passenger bench seat at the rear of the Giggle, and then as the princess, the fourteen-year-old sulky petulant exceptionally pretty princess, sat her delightfully delightful little bottom on the driver's seat.

Their movements, the movements of these very attractive women, and the exceedingly pretty girl, were working down the shaft of the cart and moving the penis-coupling inside me. My tortured minx was so sensitive that I could almost feel them move a finger, let alone as they settled their sexy bottoms in their seats.

"Walkie" came the princess' pretty voice in command followed by two confirmatory tugs on my titties by use of the carriage rein to pull on my tit-reins, and thus confirm the command I must obey: to command me to walk by pulling twice on my tits.

I began to walk putting one pony-shoe shod foot directly in line before the other, as I had been trained, and to pull the Giggle, I was being used as a pony, I was pulling a girl-gig, I was pulling a girl-gig, a Giggle, like the obedient trained pony I was. I asked no questions I walked as soon as I was ordered and my tit-reins were pulled, and I was pulling the Giggle to which I was harnessed by my minx, my pod, my cunt.

I was obedience personified: no obedience 'girlsonified'. I was Midnight-Pearl. All the weeks and weeks of training and pain were paying back now. I was Midnight-Pearl, obedience girlsonified as she, Midnight-Pearl, as I Midnight-Pearl wiggled in my supremely sexy walk, obediently pulling the Giggle, fastened as a fascinating pony to the end of its six foot long shaft, pulling my two passengers and my driver, with all my bells a-pretty-jingljanglejingle with my arms stretched out on my cruciform cangue, a helpless hopeless prisoner girl, being subjected to the ultimate in degradation, being used as an animal, having been trained as an animal, being used as a donkey, an ass, a mule, a horse, a pony, a filly, a ponygirl to pull a cart for my mistresses, my human superiors, no longer my fellow humans, for I was now only an animal and no longer had any human status whatsoever.

My obedience was unquestionably unquestioning. I was a highly intelligent girl but I had not questioned and did not question that I was now required to pull this gig. I had had all challenge against that I was now an animal pony, broken out of me. If my mistresses wanted to harness me to a girl-gig they had every right to do so.

My mind did not challenge that what I was now doing was, what it was right and proper for me to be doing. I accepted now that I was less than human. I accepted that, if I were human to any extent, it was purely in my physical build. I had the body of a human girl, but that was to be expected: a ponygirl has the body of a human girl. A ponygirl can be as beautiful and attractive as a human girl; the difference is in status. A human girl forefronts her humanity; a ponygirl has no humanity to forefront. Once her animality has been forefronted, a ponygirl recognises that such humanity as she appeared to posses, was a veneer, better removed so that she can have fulfilment in her true place in the world, and leave the world of humans to the humans.

It is sometimes raised that there is an 'interland', a zone between human and animal status, and that a ponygirl occupies that zone. That is quite simply not true. There is a clear distinction to be drawn between the enponied girl and a ponygirl. A girl who finds pleasure in being occasionally enponied, is a human taking delight in an exciting aspect of her personality and sexuality. A ponygirl is an animal: period. A ponygirl does not exist on the cusp betwixt human and animal-animals. There is a clear black and white, or rather black or white, demarcation. This may be rare in life but it can exist in fact, and there is no doubt that in very fact a ponygirl is an animal and not a human: period.

As I wiggled and tinkled along, walking in obedience pulling the Giggle, I was only too aware of the sensitivity of my raped minx. I was, I know it is very naughty, but I was grinding myself on the penis-coupling. I was becoming aroused. It was horrible but oh so nice. I was becoming aroused and my sweet little pod was becoming moist as I was made to pull the Giggle to which I was coupled by my deeply penetrated cunt: my cunt filled with eighteen huge inches of two-inch diameter unyielding cold gold penis-coupling.

I tried so hard not to let the naughty feeling in my naughtiest part please me. I was a ponygirl. I accepted that I was a ponygirl. A ponygirl has no right to feelings, no right to the naughty feelings I was feeling in my naughtiest part. I thought about the pain as the penis-coupling had ripped into me as my unlubricated cunt slid inexorably down and down onto its eighteen inches: but the thought of the dreadful pain now made me feel even more naughty.

I was wiggling along, my bells, the bells on my ears, my nose, my mouth, my eyelids even, my arms and my titties, on the very painful nipple-bits inserted in my titties, with my naughty naughty cunty wunty all wetty wetty with my naughty waughty cweam.

The dildo up my cunt bobbed up and down within me as I pulled the Giggle, with my sexy wiggle-wiggling hips swinging the more for my squeezed down waist. The penis was fucking me. I was being gently but insistently and uncontrollably slowly fucked by the penis dildo up my cunt going up and down up and down as I wiggle-pulled the girl-gig: the Giggle.

I was feeling more and more naughty as I wiggled along. I must stop this! I must stop my body being naughty. I was only a ponygirl. A ponygirl has no right to feel naughty in this way!

I thought of the penis-coupling as my cunt had slid down upon it, and the tremendous burning pain as my hymen, my intact virgin's hymen, had been reached and the horrible pain as my hymen was stretched, and the fiery red-hot-brand of agony as my hymen, my little protective septum, had stretched and stretched as its elasticity had been tested beyond its limits and had then snapped in an agonising instant so that its torn ends viciously whipped the walls of my vagina, even as my virgin's blood, the blood from my forever ripped hymen, spat on the penis that had raped her, and my virgin's blood had splattered out of my cunt onto my beautiful girl's thighs: and yet, at recall of the truly excruciating agony of my hymen being snapped, I felt more naughty still.

My cognac was flowing as the princess tugged twice on my tit-reins, calling "Twot", and I began to trot as ordered, and my right titty was being tugged, and I took the gig I was being made to pull around to the right, and both my titties were being pulled by the tit-reins so I would straighten up again, and now my left titty was being repeatedly tugged to tell me to go left, and now both my titties were tugged and I obeyed by trotting straight forward once more, speeding along pulling the Giggle by my cunt.

And my right titty was being tugged so I obediently went to the right as my right titty was used to tell me through my tit-reins what I must do. And both my titties were tugged and I must trot straight forward.

And I was off the farm and pulling the Giggle down the road to the local town. And my bells were ringing 'jing jing jing jing jing' in rhythm with my trot. And as I passed poor Koala-Bare pulling the plough in the field, I saw her bum being whipped to drive her as she patiently pulled the plough. And the princess, Princess Astrid saw this too, and picked up the carriage whip and cracked it over my head as I obediently trotted pulling the two women and the pretty princess seating on the Giggle I hauled along with my cunt.

"Wun!" he pretty princess called and I obeyed the order to run as my titties were tugged twice by my tit-reins to confirm her command, the order of Her Supreme Serenity the Princess Astrid for her ponygirl to run with the girl-gig Giggle she pulled with her harnessed cunt.

And as I ran it was as if the crupper chain holding the penis-coupling up my cunt was elastic, as it might as well have been, as my bouncing bounding steps made the penis dildo dance up and down, and down and up, and in and out, and out and in, of my cunt, my cunt that was now sopping my sweet cognac. I was wetter than the wettest melon. My naughty naughty minx was dribbling and dripping my cognac.

All my bells were a jingle jangle of jingle jangling jingle jangle as they bounced, by titty bells bouncing the most and my eyelid bells beating my face as they swung out and back and to and fro in front of my already blinkered eyes.

And the princess whipped me.

It was Princess Astrid's privilege to whip her ponygirl whether the ponygirl deserved it or not, and she just wanted to whip me; and so she whipped me as I dashed along all powerful and overwhelming powerfully beautiful legs pulling the Giggle with its three lovely lazing passengers aboard, pulling the Giggle with my cunt.

And my bouncing bounding steps made the penis-coupling dildo dance up and down and down and up, and in and out and out and in of my cunt. And all my bells were a jingle jangle of jingle jangling jingle jangle. as they bounced, my titty bells bouncing. And my cunt was dripping my cognac as the penis-coupling fucked me, as I ran and ran and ran. And the princess whipped my bum without mercy to drive me to run faster. And I ran and ran and ran. And the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me. And I ran and ran and ran. And all my bells were a jingle jangle of jingle jangling jingle jangle, as they bounced, my titty bells bouncing and flouncing and swinging and dinging. And I ran and ran and ran pulling the Giggle: pulling the Giggle with my cunt. I ran and ran and ran. And the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me. And the penis-coupling fucked me, as I ran and ran and ran. And the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, striping my bum with blood-red bleeding welts, as she whipped me and whipped me and whipped me. And I ran and ran and ran. And my bells jingled jangled and jingled, as I was pulling the Giggle: pulling the Giggle with my cunt. And I whinnied as the penis-coupling's eighteen cold gold inches fucked me, and the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, and I ran and ran and ran pulling the Giggle as an obedient ponygirl, being whipped and whipped and whipped as I ran and ran and ran. And I whinnied as I came: and came again: and came again: as the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, and blood flowed from the stripes as she stripped my beautiful bottom of its flesh with her cruelty, as she whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, and I ran and ran and ran, and my bells jingle jangle jingle jangle jingled, and I ran and ran and ran, and she whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, and I came, and I whinnied as I came, and I ran and ran and ran, and the penis-coupling went in out in out in out in out of my minx, fucking me unmercifully, as I ran and ran and ran, pulling the Giggle, pulling the Giggle and its three passengers with my cunt. And the princess whipped me and whipped me and whipped me, and whipped me and whipped me, and I ran and ran and ran and my bells jinglejanglejinglejanglejinglejangel jingled, as I ran and ran and ran. And the princess whipped me and whipped me, and whipped the obedient animal pulling the cart. And the princess' obedient animal whinnied with joy as it, for it was now an 'it' and no longer a 'she', animally, totally animally, orgasmed, and animally, utterly totally uninhibitedly uncontrollably orgasmed again; and again; and again; as the princess whipped it, and whipped it, and whipped it, so its buttocks were just raw stripped meat. And it ran and ran and ran pulling the Giggle, obediently unquestioning pulling the Giggle with its cunt: with the blood trickling down the insides of its beautiful thighs from its rape-ripped-raw cunt, as it obediently ran and ran and ran, being whipped and whipped and whipped: the eighteen-year-old university student, the astonishingly, outstandingly, astoundingly intelligent and beautiful Welsh negress, Emma Bronwyn Jones, now forever 'Midnight-Pearl', being whipped and whipped and whipped like an animal, as she orgasmed as an animal: Emma Jones the eighteen-year-old hitherto girl: the henceforth forever pony: the now for evermore Midnight-Pearl. Emma Jones, the broken; trained; obedient; eternal ponygirl. The former Emma Jones, now, externally and internally, eternally, Midnight-Pearl ……...