Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
32. Yesterday, Yesterday
Gene and EvilKath had gotten their ponies to their respective homes
safely. Each trainer determined to win the upcoming race on Friday.
lizette and lovelyldy were pampered and being pushed harder than they
had ever been before. Their respective owners working them from dawn
until dusk.
EvilKath preferred the tried and true methods, taking lovely to the
beach each morning and trotting her over sand dunes and through the
early morning surf. Though the girl was run un bitted and harnessed
she bore nearly 100 lbs. distributed over her body. EK was pushing her
body to develop its stamina and endurance. She knew that the speed
would come with the return to solid ground. Most of the beach goers
took in the sight of the girl running mile after mile along the beach
with the woman biking next to her and figured she was in training for
a marathon. They did not know just how right they were. Or how wrong.
Lovely ran up and down the dunes, not allowed to use her hands to
help, she knew she would be punished for each stumble or fall during
the evening. She was allowed to rest 15 minutes every two hours, and
found that the liquid that EK held for her to drink in a sports bottle
contained Gatoraid, to replace the fluids and salts lost in the hot
sun. Rain or shine they started at 5 AM and did not return home until
6 PM for the exhausted ponies harnessing, grooming and feeding.
Gene was a bit luckier, as the track that would be run upon was at his
home. Each morning at dawn he rose to harness lizette tightly and lead
her out to the race track. He had fitted the inside rail with an
automatic pull, similar to the ones used at the greyhound races.
Hitching lizettes reins to it, he would load up the sulky with 200
lbs. of sand, and set the speed at a brisk 10 mph. A snap of his whip
as he hit the start button and lizette was off, her body trying to
keep the tension from drawing to hard on her mouth as she high stepped
in a trot around the track. Making sure that she had hit her stride,
Gene would then go back for his own breakfast, leaving lizette to run
relentlessly around the track. With his breakfast done, Gene would
return to stop his tired and sweated pony, walking her to cool her
flesh and water her, then climbing into the sulky would run her around
the track for another hour or so. Those times that work drew him away
from her, she would be set to training with the mechanical pull or on
the walker, her body rarely allowed more than a few minutes rest
before he would set her training again.
Brandy too had arrived home and to her chagrin been led from the car
in plain sight to the house. Though isolated Glens home was exposed to
the road. Bruno constantly snuffled at her rear as she was forced to
crawl across the lawn to the house. Opening the door, Glen lead her
into a spartan but spacious home. Bruno wagged his tail and led her
over to the food bowls, lapping up a bit of water, before sitting to
look at her. Brandy looked up at her Owner and then over to her
lovers, with a soft sob, she bent her head to drink from the dogs
bowl. Glen petted her flanks as she lapped at the tepid water and then
led her through the house. Brandy peered around, apparently this is
where she would spend the rest of her days, maybe, when Glen left for
work she would be able to escape, after all she had something that
Bruno did not have, hands and a working knowledge of door knobs. Glen
could see the thoughts turning over in the girls head, it would take
time, but she would settle, and he knew there was no escape for her.
Leading her back into the living room, he sat down on the thick
leather couch and relaxed, pulling her head over to rest on his lap.
Picking up the remote control he scanned a few channels and then
looked down at the silent pet. Glen was an expert at training bitches
for dogs, but he had never seen one take to her use so easily, usually
they fought hard to keep from being raped, but he knew that he would
need a bit of back up to keep her under control.
Glen rose from the couch for a minute and came back with a china bowl
and an open can of Alpo. Pressing a button on the remote, he settled
back down and pulled the leash to signal her to come closer. Brandy
crawled quickly to him, fearing the shock that would hit her throat if
she did not, her eyes teary as she looked at the can of dog food.
Pulling Brandy around so that her haunches faced him he began to tease
lightly over the flesh. Slowly the girl became aroused at the gentle
touch her cunt beginning to grow wet. Bruno watched as he lay on the
floor nearby, waiting for his Masters signal. Gently he pulled her
back around, her body heaving softly in its arousal and emptied the
can into the bowl. Glens eyes glanced upward and noted the red lights
on the video cameras mounted in each corner. Good they were activated
and filming everything. Taking a finger full of the dog food he
offered it to the girls mouth. A shudder ran through Brandy, the
cigarette burns painfully reminded her of the last time she had
refused the food and she opened her mouth reluctantly. Glen slid the
food into her mouth and stroked her head as she chewed and swallowed
it. A swift gesture and Bruno rose to walk over behind the girl, his
tongue lapping at her cunt. Brandy found herself caught between her
fear and the sensuous touch of the dogs tongue. The rough pink organ
pulling as sweetly at her throbbing cunt as Glen offered her another
mouth food of food. Her mind cast about in the silent world she lived
in, why did she find the dogs touch, his rough bestial use of her
body, his lustful attentions so exciting to her body...again her
thoughts turned to the Man who held her captive and forced her to eat
what he would feed her. Was there no escape, would he keep her trapped
here, serving his dog, could she escape...worse did she even want to
leave that teasing stroke that awoke something so deep inside her.
Glen watched as she began to hump against the dogs probing mouth.
Placing the bowl beneath her head, he lifted her face, looking at the
heavily hooded eyes and gestured, curling his hand toward his mouth.
Her tongue licked her parted lips as her body flooded her mind with
sensual messages, with a soft gasp as Brunos tongue reached high in
her cunt she bowed her head and began to eat the dog food. With soft
tears she finished, her clit thrumming so hard she could barely stand,
and licked the bowl clean, Glen had stroked and petted her as she ate
and now drew her head into his lap. Brandy moaned as she encountered
his now exposed cock, her body so heated she barely hesitated as she
took it into her mouth to suck and lick at it. "Up Bruno." Bandy could
not hear the command but she could feel the result and the dog eagerly
lifted and gripped her waist in powerful forepaws. His large boned
cock thrust desperately at her flesh as he sought either of the two
openings there, scrapping painfully over her clit and thrusting
between the holes. Brandy reached back between her legs and guided the
painfully careening cock into her hungry cunt, moaning around Glens
cock as Bruno thrust hard forcing the swelling knot inside her. Her
legs spread wide as Bruno began to fuck in and out of her cunt,
shoving deep and burning her cunt with the friction. Glen to began to
fuck into his bitches mouth, his hand gripping her hair gently as he
guided his cock to the back of her throat. All to soon Brandy felt her
orgasm wash over her cunt, the spasms flushing warmly over her body,
her mouth moving to bring her owner to his own cum. Bruno felt the
telltale sign of his bitch cumming and tied, the knot locking him in
place as he pumped wave after wave of jism into her sucking cunt.
Finally, spent he turned so that they again were back to back, his
tongue panting from his mouth as he waited for the sweet pain of the
knot to slacken. Glen looked down at his finishing animals and came,
his loins thrusting hard into Brandy's mouth forcing her to swallow
his hot cum. Brandy knelt suspended between the two of them, the cum
flooding her cunt and mouth, feeling almost as if the two had met in
the middle of her in their possession of her flesh. Glen wiped the
trailing strings of cum from his cock onto her face and mouth, where
Brandy lapped all that she could reach. Her cunt ached with the
painful knot swollen tight in it, Brunos steady pull stretching her
cunt until finally it came free. The dog lay down to clean himself,
but Glen turned Brandy and pressing gently made her lean to lick her
lovers cock clean. Bruno moaned as his cunts mouth removed all of the
cum from his now overly sensitive shaft.
Glen turned off the monitors, and satisfied that he had taped from all
angles Brandy's "willing" submission and service to the dog, knew that
she would never try to escape. He would film more over the next week
as he trained and led her deeper into her slavery to the dog. The
films would sell very well to certain clientele. Deciding that she
needed to rest, he led her to a dog cage, it had been Brunos when he
was a puppy, Placing newspaper, a blanket and water inside he urged
her in and padlocked the door. Brandy lay in the darkness, wanting to
cry, but unable as the dogs rapidly cooling cum ran down her legs.
Bruno lay next to the cage.
