An Interest in Ponygirls

An Interest in Ponygirls

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - IV

Chapter 02 – The Newcomers (or Life Has to Get Better)

Lori heard the approaching Ponygirls before she could spare a glance up to see where they were. She saw Cliff Burns, the ranch's Chief Trainer, holding his complex handfuls of leather reins, easily controlling two tall and perky blonde Ponygirls. A whip cracked painfully across her ass, bringing her attention back to the back-breaking task of hauling the overloaded manure cart.

Anna and Becky Sawyer obediently halted at the brisk command from their driver and used the opportunity to gasp for breath. They were halted to allow a slow-moving cart, heavily laden with manure, to cross their path onto another side trail. The strong odor of urine and decomposing horse shit brought a sneer of contempt to each of the Ponygirls. Anna and Becky spared no compassion for the black-haired Ponygirls-in-training that trudged by, hauling slowly on the heavy cart. Having spent several weeks of strength-building hauling doing the same mindless work before they moved on to the lighter, and far faster, racing carts, they well understood the slaves' predicament; but had no energy or compassion to share on the plight of others.

Lori felt the sting of the heavy whip strike her ass again from the impatient Filipino worker walking along beside her. She looked with envy at the two dapper Ponygirls lucky enough to haul the light surrey rather than the heavy red manure cart. Her own black mane hung limply and knotted down one side of her otherwise bald head. Without looking, she knew that Lisa looked just as miserable. Each wore a huge, baffled ballgag that whistled with every gasping breath. Like the blondes, Lori and Lisa wore a modified black corset that supported her enhanced boobs. However, everything about the two stunk of horse and cow shit, including their corsets, socks and shoes. Neither had been bathed since arriving two full weeks ago. Paula Laturno, Head Groom, cracked the whip again and after Lori leaned forward; the overburdened cart slowly began to move. Afraid of loosing momentum, each slavegirl kept up the pace. Lori thought her heart would explode from the exertion. "Oh for a soothing bath," she moaned to herself.

Lori reflected on the horrible weeks before coming to the ranch. She vaguely remembered a long van-ride south from her upstate New York estate after she had been captured while enjoying her first catch of slaves. They stopped several times, and at some point, she realized that her four previously captive teens were no longer in the vehicle. She was vague on events after that point until she woke up feeling disoriented and stiff. The dizzy part of waking up slowed her normally quick wit. Plus, the initial images in her awakening fuzzy brain were about why her head felt so bad, why her bed was so uncomfortable, and why her body ached everywhere as if she had been run over by a truck? She tried to stretch before rolling over to get up; her feet seemed locked down and her brain jumpstarted itself. Lori was horrified to find herself still naked and with her jaw ratcheted open with a huge ringgag stuffed in her mouth.

"Oh God!" she had moaned, "Was I really raped and kidnapped?" When she looked up at the ceiling, Lori almost had a heart attack. She and her sister, Lisa, were bound naked, side by side, on identical tables. Lisa was still deeply unconscious. She saw that each was laying with legs open, arms outstretched over their heads, and a wedged pad under their shoulders thrust their breasts up into the air. A slim, cute looking brunette wearing a white doctor's coat was busying herself with a tray of instruments. At Lori's loud moan of despair, she looked over her shoulder and winked at the terrified woman.

"Be right with you dear," she called over with a cheerful smile. "After all, I can't wait to get you two started on your training as my pussy slaves. Yes, … I can't wait, … I've been so lonely since I had to sent away the two blonde sluttoys I had," she added. "I thought that you would appreciate watching me work on your sister. After all, you will get identical treatment and you might want to see my work before it's your turn."

Lori thought the woman's laughter was a little too theatrical, or at least she hoped so. The woman held up a framed photograph for Lori to see, it was a glamour shot of the twins taken in Hawaii during a recent vacation. Helpless and horrified, she watched the doctor set down what had been her favorite picture and turn to her unconscious twin. She reached down to roughly grasp one of Lisa's breasts around the base. "Three here," she said, "has perfect B-sized titties. Perfect for most free women or your average street whore that is; but not perfect enough for a skilled Demonstration Ponygirl. Therefore, you two sluts will each get a modest implant to give you full C cups and a little breast lift to keep them perky looking while you race around the track in pretty Ponygirl bondage. Yes, girl, you will really like the new look. Oh, yes, I forgot." Doctor Miller paused and returned both hands to Three's face. "I get to do some experimental dental work to prepare you for your custom bits and you each get a nice strong nose ring. Since you two cunts are just fuckmeat now, the nose ring will be one-quarter inch thick stainless steel, passing through a reinforced grommet anchored on either side of your septum. Oh, and those hairstyles will have to be drastically changed." She slid her thumb and forefinger into Lori's nostrils and squeezed hard. "Yes," she finished with, "you are really lucky cunts to have me to help you satisfy your new owner. He will be so pleased."

Lori was speechless. "Ponygirls?" she wondered. If she could have sprinted to freedom, she would have when the statements about 'racing around the track' and 'Ponygirl bondage' sank in. "They're going to make me a beast of burden!" she screamed wordlessly.

Lori's fruitless struggles against her bonds brought Doctor Miller's attention. "Ahh," she smirked, "I see you are either not brainless or you have kinky hobbies. Yes, … Ponygirls. You two Heath sluts will leave here for training as Ponygirls." Doctor Miller returned to getting more instruments ready. "Oh, by the way," she added, "there is little doubt that you will eventually wish you had stayed here, in safe luxury with me, as my pussy slave."

After marking each of the twins with measured marker lines, the doctor picked up hair clippers and adjusted the cutting head to leave a full one-quarter inch of stubble. "I have to leave enough of your black hair stubble left so that after I apply a dye, the laser flash will be able to burn the hair out down below the skin's surface," she observed aloud to Lori. When Joan clicked on the clipper, the telltale sound let the horrified woman know that something bad was going to happen to their beautiful hair. The doctor held Lisa's scalp tightly with her left hand while the right began to run the clipper smoothly up and around her ears. Lori watched in horror as the doctor clipped rapidly across the sides of her sister's head. Moments later, the doctor turned the clipper upon Lori and she felt the vibrating buzz of the clippers through her skull. Her own long hair fell away. In the mirror above, she saw the pale white flesh of her skull exposed to sight for the first time in her life through the thin stubble. She wept at the loss of her hair.

Then, Lori felt the buzzing vibration of the clippers through her pubic bone. The doctor leaned over and said to her, "I'm so glad you have such an untrimmed forest of pubic hair down here, it saves us a treatment or two." Lori cried soundlessly as the clippers continued to remove her prized pubic hair.

The doctor moved to her sister's pubic area and ran the clippers over the entire mound. After each twin's head and pubic hairs were trimmed, the doctor added the necessary dye to allow the laser to flash off the hair, permanently, below the roots. Before turning on the laser, she stuck sets of Roman numeral 'III's and 'IV's on the twin's heads and pubic areas.

Finished with laser burning the hair off the sides of Lisa's head, the doctor took a damp towel to her scalp and cleaned off the dark ashes and the remainder of the goop on her head. The Roman numeral three was clearly identifiable in the only patch of stubble above her ear, clearly framed by the stark white of her bare scalp. The doctor became busy measuring two chemicals into a small plastic mixing tray. She explained to Lori that it was permanent black hair color dye to make their identifying numerals stand out clearly, deepening the natural black of their hair color. After smearing the hair dye behind her ears, the doctor moved down to Lori's pubic hair and also colored the numeral four on her enticingly naked mound.

"High-grade pleasure pets like you two will need identity tattoos inside your lips and a security chip deep into your bellies. After all," she added gaily, "if you ever get lost, your owner would want to recover such valuable property. That work, and your other surgeries, we'll save for another day."

Lori looked through her tear-filled eyes at their images in the mirror above their bound bodies. Except for the numerals, Lori saw that her sister's shaved head and faux brands were identical to hers. "We are already identical twins, even before surgery," she thought. "God we're beautiful creatures," she thought to herself with another whimper. "Granddad, I wish you were around to rescue us. We really fucked up this time."

Doctor Miller moved a tray of sterilized instruments to Lori's side. Looking above in the mirror, Lori saw a heart-stopping array of gold rings, needles, and stainless steel tools. When cold alcohol was swabbed across one of her nipples, Lori knew what was next. Her doctor expertly pierced each nipple and then moved down to her denuded pussy. The doctor's head blocked her view in the mirror, but she felt her pussy lips moved around before the first stinging pain. Lori wondered what was taking so long. Then, a final, blinding sting from her cunt made her eyes roll back in pain.

The doctor explained that Lori's pussy lips now had six rings, three on each nice fat labia. "Plus," she added, "I put a nice gold ring on your clit. It will be extra sensitive from now on and much easier to stimulate as the ring is so much larger than your clit." The doctor leaned over Lori's face and said gently, "Stick out your tongue." Then with greater force, she added, "Now!"

Lori whimpered in fear and tentatively stuck her tongue through the ring. Something suddenly grasped her tongue in an unrelenting grip and Lori thought her tongue was being yanked out by its roots.

Doctor Miller loved this part the best. Her face was only inches away from her victim and the little slut was scared shitless. Joan yanked on the forceps again, and Lori's face contorted in pain again. "Ohhh, your wondering what's next" she whispered in her prey's ear. "This is for your tongue ring. When we want to anchor livestock like you in place, we use a nose ring. But to lead you around, the tongue ring is kinda nice, especially in the bedroom. I love how it pulls a slut's tongue out through her ringgag. Ummm, God, this makes me hot!"

'Four' watched as the doctor prepped her sister for surgery. Her tongue piercing hurt dreadfully from where the surgical punch had removed a tiny cylinder of her tongue meat and the ring felt weird; vaguely too big for her small mouth. She shook herself free from her thoughts and watched the doctor start the surgeries with the stainless steel nose grommet and then the breast implants. Despite the horror of her forced conversion, Lori was astounded how easy the breast implants slid in through the clean incision under Lisa's breasts. In contrast, the nose grommet caused a huge spurt of blood and then seeped rivulets of thick blood for long minutes before the doctor staunched the wound. As the doctor worked, she chatted about her plans for the twins. Her plan was to start Lori's pussy training while Lisa healed from her first surgery. "You will be getting an advanced degree in pussy eating by the time your sister gets her second surgery; that's the dental work, nose job, cheek work, and extra piercings. Trust me, you will be a world-class lesbian love slave before you go under the scalpel in two weeks. Then, you heal while I work on your sister. Later, you will look back fondly on how you were pampered here under my care."

After Doctor Miller washed up from her medical modifications to Lisa's already delectable body, she slid surgical gloves on again and approached Lori's side of the table. "I have a neat little trick that I tried on the two pussies here before you," she said as she held up a speculum and a syringe with a three-inch needle. "Basically, I will open you wide, …," she started and then paused while she coated the stainless steel speculum with sexual lubricant. She looked up at Lori's fearful eyes as she flinched from the icy cold steel as it slid past her outer labia. Joan grinned and then pushed, hard, to set the surgical instrument deep in her pussy. She loved the look of anguish on her helpless patients as the speculum audibly clicked again and again, opening up the elastic opening of their cunt. "Next," she said with a grin while squirting excess air out of the syringe, "I inject this into tiny little pockets throughout your pussy, your inner and outer labia, and around the ring of your ass. The results are almost instantaneous and will steadily become worse over a period of time lasting as much as a week The trick, my dear, is to not inject too much of the solution. Hmmm, just so you know, this is a mixture of diluted poison ivy extract and bee venom."

Lisa writhed in horror at this latest development. It didn't sound good at all. She struggled, in vain; she already knew that the doctor's bondage was unbreakable. Finally, she sagged back in despair as the tiny needle pricks began to be applied deep within her vaginal walls. Unable to resist, she looked up into the mirror above and watched the doctor carefully penetrate her cunt wall again and again. It was easier to see the pin pricks applied to her labia. As the needle was withdrawn, it left a small raised bump similar to a bite from a tiny mosquito. As if in a trance, she heard the doctor whisper to her, "Soon you will itch and itch. Your bound arms will keep your hands away. Unable to scratch, you'd hump a chair leg for relief in the middle of a public concert, if I let you. Imagine the relief you'd get if someone rubbed, or better yet, licked your itches away. Sorry, but any relief you get will only be temporary. Within an hour or so after getting relief, you'd be ready to fuck a dog in church to escape the itching in your ass and pussy. Believe me, it works. You're the third victim I've used it on. It is the closest to Spanish Fly that medical science has found. Hmmm, how delicious."

Doctor Miller finished with the outer edges of the fat labia and moved down to the brown anal sphincter. She placed slightly greater amounts of the poisonous fluid in each star point of her flexible grommet. Lastly, she rolled open the sphincter with fingers of one hand while the other injected six tiny bubbles just inside her anal entrance. As a coup-d-grace, she pulled up Lori's clit hood and stuck the needle straight inside the little man in the boat. She smiled as Lori jerked in pain from the last needle prick. Doctor Miller looked at her syringe and said, "Ohhh, we have some left. Wonder if, …" She paused and looked over Lori's body with a critical eye. "Yes," she said with excitement when her eyes focused on Lori's fat nipples adorned with their shiny new gold rings. She grasped a nipple and made a series of tiny injections around the base of the fat nubbin before planting a larger drop directly into the tip.

Doctor Miller looked down at her latest fucktoy and ran a soothing washcloth across the toy's brow. "I'm going to put you away for the night in your cage, in a loose hogtie, belly down on a nice soft mattress pad. You will not get any satisfaction tonight. In the morning, we will talk about what you can do to earn relief. Yes, … I think you can dwell on what you will offer during your long night. Yes, lovely thought isn't it. Tomorrow you have to convince me to give you relief; you know, sell yourself on what your capabilities are. After all, you're the sextoy." With a final laugh at Lori's plight, Doctor Joan Miller loosened the speculum from the distended pussy and prepared to move her captive to a dog cage.

Lori moaned into her ringgag. The itching was becoming more intense and unbearable with every second. She tried to thrust her pubic bone down to the cage floor, only to meet the soft mattress under her belly. "Oh, fuck!" she thought to herself, "I'm going nuts. The doctor was right, I'll do anything to ease the itching." She whimpered when she thought of how many hours until dawn and her hoped for relief. Lori had all night to decide how to entice the doctor to give her relief.

Early the next morning, Doctor Joan Miller looked down at the writhing captive moaning piteously in her dog cage. Lori, or Number Four, as she was already thought of by Doctor Miller, was still desperately trying to hump herself on the mattress. Lori's hands and feet were held in a loose hogtie by X-shaped, leather cross straps. Doctor Miller leaned down and set a bowl of water inside the cage. She laughed as Lori attempted to wriggle like a snake, using her shoulders and breasts to pull herself up to the low shoulder of the bowl. Steeling herself, she lowered her face and stuck her tongue through the ringgag. It was slow going, but she was able to lap some of the water up, catlike.

Still kneeling, Doctor Miller decided to undo the slave's ringgag and discuss what might happen next. Doctor Miller waited while Lori Heath wriggled her jaws and finally regained her speech.

Lori wriggled her stretched jaw muscles and wiped the drool off her head by brushing her cheeks against the mattress pad. She looked up at the expectantly waiting doctor; broken, she knew what she would say. "You win," she whispered. Then, with more life in her voice, she begged, "I'll do anything you want; just please, help me relieve this itching."

Doctor Joan Miller shook her head sadly side to side. "No, that's not what I want to hear, little slave. You have to be specific on what you'll do for your Mistress. I want to be eager to receive your attention."

Lori groaned and wriggled her ass fruitlessly. "OK," she whimpered. "I, … I'll lick your pussy. Please let me, … lick your pussy." With effort, she was able to look up enough to see the smile of satisfaction light up the doctor's face.

Doctor Joan Miller pulled her long skirt up around her waist and slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her size 5 panties. She grinned and wriggled her hips theatrically as the wispy black silk slipped smoothly over her trim hips. The panties wafted down to the floor and Joan stepped backwards out of the legs. "Crawl forward and pick up the panties in your mouth," she ordered. "Then, eat them and chew them until I say stop."

Lori whimpered in need of relief. Her titties popped over the threshold of the cage as she crawled toward the panties. "Ahhh," she thought, "that's better." Each inch of progress brought more stimulation to her aching breasts, and unfortunately, highlighted the unrelenting aching from her cock-hungry pussy. Lori was going mad with itching and need.

Her lip finally touched the edge of the silken panties. Just days ago she would have cringed at her task; now she didn't hesitate, her tongue caught the seamed edge and pulled it to her waiting mouth. The panties smelled faintly of a flowery perfume. Only after the entire silken pair were soaked through with her saliva did the taste of the doctor's pussy hit her tastebuds. "Thank God," she told herself, "the panties must have been fresh."

Panties still in Lori's mouth, the doctor freed Four's arms from the hogtie and brought each elbow back to her waist belt before loosening the leg bonds. She grabbed a sore nipple ring and tugged Lori toward her bed. On the way she explained what was going to happen next.

Lori ended up on her back in the doctor's giant king-size bed. Her legs were free, only her elbows remained locked tight to her waist. The doctor's slim form crouched over hers. She heard the doctor remind her, "You seal your vows with your tongue and then I'll relieve your itching." The doctor's brown pubic hair lowered its way toward her mouth. Lori extended her tongue and tasted salty sweat on the outside of her labia. The woman's pussy moved closer to Lori's mouth and she began to slavishly service the already juicy twat. Lori felt her new tongue ring slip around the inner walls of the pussy and felt the doctor jump in response to her teeth's gentile nipping on the woman's prominent clit. The pussy pressed harder against her face and Lori sped up her tongue action.

It seemed hours before the doctor rolled off of her body, exposing her sweaty, pussy-juice streaked face. Lori had fulfilled her promise beyond expectation. The doctor had moaned, cried, and screamed her way through dozens of small and huge climaxes. Lori thanked her sister for her only experience eating pussy, it had served her well tonight. The cool bedroom air on her exposed body renewed her aching, burning need. "Ahhh," she moaned. "Mistress, … you promised to help me." "Please," she begged quietly.

Doctor Miller turned around in the bed and laid beside her newest toy. Idly she ran a fingernail down from under Four's chin to between her breasts and down to her belly button. She admired the already perfect form of the young woman and she wondered with lust at what the little slut would look like after a month of Ponygirl training. "Can Robert Morgan get me an invite to the training ranch?" she thought with renewed desire. "It would be so much fun to watch the two sets of ponies I've prepared put through their training paces. Wow! Since Robert started giving me his little slaves to work on, I've become such a randy bitch. It's like I'm in heat anytime another person is nearby." She shivered at a forbidden thought and Goosebumps ran down her spine. "He needs me; but I truly wonder what it's like to bottom under him. Hmmm, maybe we can discuss that as part of my fee. But, … is it safe?"

With that final thought, she moved her lips toward the nearest nipple of her prisoner. It was so hard and swollen, Joan knew the future Ponygirl was aching with need. The doctor's lips closed over the swollen nubbin and its cool golden ring while her fingers slid possessively over the woman's slick pussy, bringing a renewed ache of passion to her own pussy while the trapped woman below her immediately sighed in relief. The slave's needy cunt spasmed and quivered like a live being as it tried to suck Joan's caressing fingers deep inside the steamy hole. "This is the life!" she exclaimed around the fat nipple. "This is the fucking life!"

--- To Be Continued ---

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