An Interest in Ponygirls

An Interest in Ponygirls

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - IV

Chapter 11 – First Taste of Ponyflesh (or Reunited with a Lost Love)

Joseph Loftus was invigorated by the race he had just seen. Even though he had a pretty vanilla sexual history, except for a brief period during a memorable deployment to Cambodia when he frequented whorehouses in Phnom Penh , the retired Marine had never seen anything as blatantly sexual and wildly kinky as the Ponygirls and the Ponygirl race that ended just minutes ago. He grinned at the odd way he had been referred to Marshall Thompson, owner and manager of Ponygirl Heaven Ranch by an old military buddy, Steve Austin. He reminisced that one month into that memorable deployment to Cambodia , Joseph found himself in a whorehouse for the first time in his life. After a fantastic round of sex with two tiny Cambodian whores, one of the well-fucked girls had tightly bound the other in sexy, black leather bondage gear and had Joseph leading her down a dingy corridor with twin nipple leashes when he practically ran into Marine Corporal Steve Austin who was carrying a small multi-pronged whip and just walking out of a room. Joseph clearly saw a sweaty, well-fucked and whip-striped whore in the Corporal's room, still tightly bound, ass up in the bed.

The period after that incident had resulted in a lifelong friendship and during the two months remaining in the deployment, Corporal Austin had led him on a wild binge through every whorehouse they could find in the capital; tying, strapping, whipping, abusing, and fucking whores senseless. Later, Steve Austin left the Marine Corps and become some sort of ‘fixer,' able to provide rapid, permanent solutions to customer problems. When Joseph retired two years before to go to his family ranch in New Mexico , the two had kept in touch.

While attending his just-deceased mother's favorite charity function in Raleigh , North Carolina , he met two fascinating sisters at his table. Unknown to the lonely rancher, Anna and Becky Sawyer had targeted Joseph upon seeing his mother's obituary in the local newspaper and noting that memorial contributions were to be sent to a local charity soon to have their annual event. The two beautiful blondes arranged to be placed at his table and acted as if they were instantly infatuated by the retired Marine. After he fell in love with the youngest sister, Anna, he accidentally picked up a house phone while the sisters were discussing his demise in a conspiratorial tone. That's when he discovered the cold-blooded manner in which he had been targeted. Anna was angry that Joseph's lawyers were pushing her to sign a prenuptial agreement that would cap her potential share of the married couple's assets to two million dollars during the first year of marriage with increasing increments of one million dollars per year of continued marriage. She and Becky now preferred to kill him rather than risk their original plan of blackmailing him into offering an early settlement. The first plan had been to ‘catch' him in an act of infidelity, fucking the oldest sister, Becky.

“A honey trap,” he had muttered angrily. “The bloody bitches set me up for a fucking honey trap.” With the wedding only a month away, he had to do something quick. He remembered his friend, the fixer, Steve Austin; during a two-minute phone call where the two experience operators spoke around the problem, Joseph gave Steve free rein to handle the ‘two ill-mannered bitches he was stuck with' and to take care of the ‘two uncontrollable littermates' that had a proclivity for ‘biting that couldn't be trained out of them.'

The fact that the Po nygirl exhibition and race had made such a remarkable impression on him is what made him realize that he had been floundering about with his personal life in the months since he rid himself of the conniving Sawyer sisters. “Companionship,” he realized, “I've focused solely on my New Mexico ranch since I discovered their plot. I really need to have fun and meet someone to take care of my needs.” With that thought still prominent in his mine, he walked over to the first set of Ponygirls and knelt before the Heath twins on the still damp concrete, running his hands admiringly up their muscular, but slim calves, thighs, and buttocks. “Damn Marshall !” he announced, “This is some perfect Ponygirl flesh. In fact,” he had added, “this is undoubtedly the best pussy I've ever seen. These perfect bodies can't possibly be natural.”

Marshall stood beside the astounded fellow rancher and grinned. “Actually Joseph,” he said, “these two are absolutely the best stock we've ever had here at the ranch. They only lost today because they didn't have an experienced enough driver. They started out as perfectly matched twins with dynamite bodies. Robert Morgan, an associate of Steve Austin personally arranged with his best surgeon to make these two into something better than either started as, and ended up with mirror images of something better than nature could ever deliver. You are the first outsider to see this stock. Robert will have no problem selling them. The only issue is that they are matched sets with the blondes. They are a four-Ponygirl package deal. For some reason, Robert Morgan felt that you should have first right of purchase on these cunts.”

While Marshall was explaining the situation with the black-haired Ponygirls, sisters Lisa and Lori Heath aka ‘Three' and ‘Four', Joseph was examining their carcasses in intimate detail. The docile women stood perfectly still while he kneaded, pulled, squeezed, and caressed teeth, breasts, cunt lips, pussies, and assholes. He stood up and directly addressed the proud women. “ Marshall ,” he declared, “I'd love to own these two. They are fla wless. I think I'd fuck them to death if they were mine and in New Mexico with me.”

Marshall 's hand reached over past Joseph's body and grabbed Lisa's chain, stretching her nose higher into the air. He spoke in a flat voice and said, “Joseph, keep in mind that these are not your girlfriends, mistresses, or wives; they are simply livestock with the added advantage that they are gorgeous and they fuck like bunnies.” Marshall swung a carriage whip with his free hand and struck Anna sharply across her belly and breasts with a thudding, meaty sound. He added, “Yes, an owner has some responsibilities, just like you do with domestic animals in the house; however, they will satisfy any sexual perversion you have and either love it or act like they can't survive without your attention.”

Joseph nodded and replied in an equally serious tone, “Yeah, Marshall ; you're right. I got carried away by their striking beauty. I have to remember that inside, they are owned property. Besides, these two were willing to murder and steal from kin. That rates pretty high in the bad human being category.”

Marshall had loosened the cunts' chains so the slack from their nose rings hung down to their breasts. When Joseph stopped speaking, Marshall silently handed him a heavy-duty wooden paddle. “They each get thirty strokes of the paddle for coming in last place. I expect them to get it all over the body. We really should be punishing the driver as well for his inability to drive a Ponygirl team. His punishment is to lose the pussy he thought he was winning. I'll demonstrate the punishment on ‘Four' here and you can follow with ‘Three'.

Lori's nose chain was grabbed by the Arizona rancher who drew her down into a bent-over shape. He drew his right arm back and delivered a blistering blow across the side of her ass. Lori howled in agony and she shrieked again seconds later when the next blow came. Marshall never slowed his spanking pace, he delivered six blows to each ass cheek on the outsides of her fleshy buns, six to the fat rear cheeks of her ass, six to the soft tender spot where her upper thighs transitioned into the sweet sex holes between her legs, four full-on to each meaty tit, and lastly two stinging blows to her washboard belly. At the end, Marshall had to support her sagging frame to keep Lori from hanging by her nose. Marshall unchained his beautiful captive and he threw her body belly down onto a flatbed wagon with her ass hanging over the edge.

Joseph watched as the woman received her punishment for coming in last place. He rationalized her punishment as necessary because of the way the race was structured. Her astounding physical conditioning convinced him that Marshall was right; these two were undoubtedly the best Ponygirls in the race. “The poor cunts get punished because they drew the worst driver,” he thought.

When Marshall pulled open Lori's fleshy ass to expose her drooling pussy, Joseph was amazed at the visual proof that the young woman was in obvious heat. Marshall pointed his fingers on his right hand into a pointed spear and drove all his fingers deep into the woman's core. The shrieks that immediately erupted from her mouth were clearly of lust being satisfied. The rancher kept ravaging the Ponygirl through loud and continuous orgasms. His fingers finally plunged again and again knuckle deep into her hot, clasping cunt. While not too deep, his ravaging fingers of a cock were easily as wide across as a soda can. When Marshall pulled his gooey hand out of her extended vagina, Lori had been fucked unconscious.

When Marshall pulled his sticky hand out of Lori's unconscious cunt, Joseph grinned over at him to signal his satisfaction with the punishment demonstration. Marshall then showed Joseph how he was to cuff their ankles, clip and lock the feet together, and draw the feet up behind their backs into a fairly comfortable hogtie. “These two get to rest tonight,” he declared. “Starting tomorrow, they will begin working out during the day and spend their nights in a private bungalow with the winning driver for the next month. He will have full and exclusive use of this prime cunt flesh every night. What a lucky fucker he is! What an even luckier bastard their next owner will be. Think what it would be like to have absolute control of stock like this!”

Joseph reflected on what Marshall had just said. “He's right,” he thought seriously, “I could be the lucky man that has control of those two. I have plenty of land and it's easy to convert some of my cattle and horse facilities over to Ponygirls. Wow!” He was still slightly distracted at that thought when he approached the ass end of the pair of blondes also bound in place by their nose rings and helpless with their wrists locked to their waist belts. The first thing he noticed was that these women were slightly taller, but possessed the same fla wless muscle tone. He wedged a hand between each ones' ass crease and knifed the top of his fingers into their loose cunts. “These two are just as wet, Marshall ,” he declared as he admired their twin asses. “What's their story?”

“Well, Joseph,” Marshall started, “these two blonde bitches are just as guilty of heinous crimes as the black-haired cunts you just paddled. They were also caught planning murder and theft from a purported loved one. Robert Morgan also had a personal hand in redesigning this livestock. Tit augmentation and facial surgery also made these two into something better than either one had been to start with.”

Joseph knelt down behind the two blondes and ran his hands up and down their legs. “I gotta admit,” he said, “that despite these two being noticeably older, they are still among the best looking women I've ever seen in my life. I'd be proud to own and fuck either of these two.”

Anna's heart had leapt in her throat when she heard her fiancé's voice approach the Ponygirls on the concrete grooming stand. At first she joyfully thought he had managed to track them down and was working a secret scheme to rescue them. “Yess,” she told herself, “thank God he will get me out of this hellhole.” Overwhelmed with grief at her predicament, she burst into silent tears and cried to herself, “Please! Take me home, Joseph. I swear I'll be your happy and dutiful wife.”

The Sawyer girls' wild hope of rescue by their former target stayed high even while they heard their former lover willingly participate in punishing the losing team. “That's fine,” Anna told herself cattily, “the worthless cunts deserve it for getting caught attempting murder and being such shitty runners. Joseph never knew what we were planning, … so he will rescue us.” As the two men moved toward her location, Anna froze in horror when Marshall so casually mentioned that he knew of their plans to murder a loved one and steal his money. Even as Joseph's hand punched strongly up into her cunt from behind, her brain was shutting down as knowledge of her doom set in. To add to the terror at this development, her body betrayed her and she unwillingly underwent a stupendous orgasm just from the goosing hand of her former lover on her supercharged Ponygirl pussy. “Eiii,” she shouted in full loss of control. Her ass instantly exploded in pain as someone struck her ass, hard. Still horrified beyond belief, she chanced a glance at her older sister. The tears flowing silently down her cheeks and the look of sheer terror meant she also understood that they no longer had any hope of rescue; worse, they might now face brutal punishment from a man who knew they had cold-bloodedly planned to take his life.

She heard Joseph's voice shout, “What the fuck! I don't recognize this Ponygirl, but I'll know that voice to the end of my days. Marshall , please shut her disloyal mouthhole now!” Anna and Becky Sawyer knew that now they'd never have the chance to beg forgiveness to this man. “He knew,” Anna wailed to herself, “He must have found out and arranged our kidnapping, … the surgeries, … the forced lesbian sex with that demented doctor, … this place, …” She couldn't go on, snot poured out of her nose and tears streamed from her eyes in a continuous flow.

Joseph dashed around the lithe and tempting Ponyflesh dangling for his inspection and confronted his ex-lover and almost sister-in-law for the first time since their kidnapping. He was so taken aback by their beauty that his slapping hand hung poised in mid-air, unable to complete the motion.

While Joseph stood stunned in place, Marshall clapped his hand to his forehead in understanding. “That fucker!” he laughed. “That devious fuck! Joseph don't you see? Robert Morgan set this all up. He has given you first right of purchase on what you can consider to be four Prime Pieces of Pussy, four hot defenseless fucktoy whores, Ponygirls to use on your ranch for sheer enjoyment, and to build a new lifestyle to get over the gapping hole left by those unfaithful cunt Sawyer women. This is too perfect to be true! I gotta go get us beers to celebrate this development!” Marshall continued to laugh hysterically while he wandered back to the bleachers and the cooler full of beer.

Joseph Loftus held each girls' chins in a tight, relentless grip. He peered deep into their eyes and saw terror, despair, and animal lust. “No remorse,” he whispered as if to himself, “you two tore my heart out and you have no remorse for what you did. Your feelings are only centered on your selfish predicament; oh, you two are so fucked. My friend must have contracted the job of eliminating you to a slaver. Wow! What a fucking great change this is. Animals! You two are nothing but dumb fucking animals! Yesss, we might as well use you two for what you are, livestock on a ranch; good for nothing human except sex as an owner pleases.” He let go of their faces and saw white finger marks deeply engraved in their cheeks. The sight set him off; he drew back and walloped each one twice, once on each side of their faces. Then he intentionally and slowly spit in each face.

Joseph met Marshall halfway back from the cooler. He needed the cold beer the man held out for him. He had some thinking to do. Marshall said nothing; he merely handed over the beer and slapped him on the back. As Joseph wandered back to the Ponygirls, he heard Marshall say softly, “Ten, Joseph. They each only deserve ten paddles for coming in second place. After that, there's a cat-o-nine tails hanging on a post by the grooming pad. Just be careful not to brea k the skin. No matter how much you hate them, they are still worth at least a hundred and fifty thousand dollars each. Oh, … and watch out for their nose rings; best if you loosen the hanging chains before punishing them. I'll link up with you after you finish with the blondes.”

Joseph strode back to the two Sawyer bitches. He sat down on the flatbed trailer and idly traced his fingers down the Heath twin's trim bodies with one hand while he occasionally sipped some of the icy beer from the other hand. His eyes nev er left the two blondes whose eyes were locked on his angry glare. When the bottle of beer was empty, he set it down on the rough wooden surface and strode toward the blonde sisters. They were each panting in fear; each stood with snotty drool hanging from their nostrils and eyes red and puffy from crying. Joseph roughly unlatched Anna's nose chain and he drew her toward her sister so that the two stood toe to toe. Anna's heavy nose ring joined her sister's and the blondes were trapped nose to nose.

The heavy spanking paddle was still handy from punishing the Heath twins. Joseph picked it up and announced in a flat, emotionless voice, “You cunts got second place. Your penalty for not winning is ten strokes from this wood paddle and a month of providing personal pussy service to the winning pair. I admit that your efforts in the race as Po nygirls was most entertaining. Thus, you will get ten strokes of lesser force than your black-haired Po nymates received. Don't be deceived, you still have to face my wrath as Sawyer sisters after you are dealt with as Po nygirls.” With that said, Joseph wound up and swung at Anna's delectable ass. He winched as his first stroke was way too hard. The nine successive blows covered her ass and upper thighs. He had decided to save their fronts for other punishment.

Despite the lenient paddling punishment Joseph meted out to the two Ponygirls, Anna and Becky's tears continued unabated. Joseph brusquely spun Becky around until the girls were back to back. He clipped rings on the back of their control collars together, holding them with prominent tits aimed outwardly; their bodies now hung from the hanging chain clipped to the backs of their neck collars. Joseph swung the cat-o-nine-tails Marshall had told him about; the flexible whip strands each whistled, momentarily sounding much like an approaching tornado. “Anna,” he spoke addressing one of the women by name for the first time, “the whipping you are about to receive marks your death to me.” He swung the cat through the air in a long whistling arc that ended flat upon the plump breasts she was so proud of. Her unwitting shriek of pain was answered by a powerful shock from her activated collar. She immediately bit back further cries of pain. “My hate for you and your identity as Anna Sawyer ends with the last lash you receive from this whip,” he continued. A second equally strong lash thumped across her bosom, reddening her areoles and most of her full boobs. “I warn you now that I will purchase you from your captor and owner. He set this up so that I could flush your taint from my soul.” Joseph then paused in his explanation and stroked four more lashes in quick succession across her tits, her belly, her pubic mound, and her upper thighs. The stroke across Anna's cunt elicited another unearthly howl of pain, uninterrupted by the powerful punishing jolt from her collar for using her voice. Joseph nodded at Anna's second howl of pain. He once again swung the lash in a flurry of blows retracing his steps up her tempting form; the whip struck her shins, thighs, cuntal mound, belly, breasts, and brea sts.

Joseph contemplated the patterns of welts that he had just laid onto Anna's silently sobbing form. He spoke harshly, “Anna is now dead! You are henceforth ‘One.' Ponygirl, if you ever mention your name, a past relationship to me, or anything about your past as a human, I will torture you to death without a second thought. Do you understand?” At her slight nod, Joseph brought the whip back to his side, took a deep breath, and swung upwardly with all his strength.

Anna's cunt exploded in unimaginable pain. She felt herself rise up off the concrete from the force of the blow on her pussy and she howled an eerie scream that even the punishing jolts from the training collar could not interrupt. Anna slumped down, unconscious.

Becky fought to hold her own weight and that of her unconscious sister up so that they wouldn't choke to death. Her knees were buckling in failure when Joseph helped her by removing Anna and dragging her body over to join the Heath twins on the flatbed trailer.

Joseph returned to the hanging woman and pressed his body fully against Becky's lush front. He locked eye contact with the woman and jammed the neck of his used beer bottle up into the juncture between her legs. The silent mewling moan traced voicelessly by Becky's lips brought Joseph's smile back to his face. “You know,” Joseph said with a grin, “you actually were a decent assfuck. It's sorta funny in a way. Did you realize that I knew your plans that first time I took your ass so forcefully.” Becky's widening eyes gave her answer. “So, you didn't know,” Joseph continued. He rotated the bottle around feeling the woman's copious musk slipping down the slick glass to his fingers. Her hips unconsciously started to fuck back against the bottle. “Yes, my little Po nygirl; that's it. You're already wriggling like a little worm on my hook. What a slut you've become.”

Joseph watched the whorish look of Ponygirl lust deepen even as the bottle began to more forcefully push into her sloppy pussy. Her mouth opened wide with sexual need and her head bent backward as far as possible. The bottle popped past the widening neck and the fat body slid all the way inside her pussy. Joseph changed to a slight fucking motion with the rigid faux cock and he hissed into her ear, “I've come to blame you, the older sister, for taking the lead on your rampage of deception, theft, and planned murder. It's possible that I'll only take you and your former sister in the ass, leaving your filthy, whoring wombs alone. Or, … I might keep you two bred and lactating, plump dairy cows instead of svelte Ponygirls.” He changed his bottle fucking back to a steady push, setting the unforgiving glass deeper into her fuck channel. When only the butt end of the bottle remained an inch or so outside the obscenely spayed open pussy, Joseph's hand shifted up to take possession of her clitoris. He spoke again, in his formerly cold, angry voice, “You know, I've nev er taken your cunt yet. Were you as good a cunt fuck as you were an anal virgin to my fat cock?”

Like a silent puppet, her head jerked forward and back in a feverish imitation of a nod. The training collar wouldn't allow her to use a human voice to answer.

“I like you voiceless, you little Ponymare. Are you ready to cum?” he said with a hint of maliciousness.

Again her head nodded. If anything, her eyes had now taken on an even wilder, animal-like appearance. Sweat was beading across her forehead and her nostrils flared as her brea th came in fast little puffs.

Joseph waited until just seconds before he gauged her ready for orgasm. At just the right moment, he stepped back, switched the cat-o-nine-tails rapidly to his right hand, and swung the whip in a vicious upward arc with every ounce of his body strength behind the motion. As with her sister, his blow struck true-on his target, every strand landing on some part of the outwardly humped pubic mount. The impact drove all the air out of her lungs and her body lifted up onto her tiptoes. Leather strips struck her clitoris, her labia, and even wrapped back to slice against her asshole. The painful overload triggered her unstoppable orgasm and as the wild spasms of relief overwhelmed the woman, she slumped unconscious to hang limply from by her neck. Becky's bladder unloaded and piss flowed down her lithe legs to pool on the concrete below.

Marshall was there to help Joseph ease Becky onto the trailer to join her sister Ponygirls in hogties. Deciding that he didn't want to ruin her cunt in case he wanted to use it when he completed Becky's punishment, he pulled the slimy bottle from her vagina with a pop.

Joseph turned to Marshall and said, “Do you mind if I take my victory Ponygirl back to my cabin? After that disgusting scene, I'd like to wind down a little more privately.” He concentrated for a moment and added, “ Marshall , I'd like to have her bondage removed as well.”

Marshall saw that Joseph was standing possessively next to Doctor Joan Miller. He sighed. Doctor Miller's successful race warranted her graduation from Ponygirl to Ponygirl Training Mistress. “This is gonna cause a problem,” he thought. “I never thought she would ever qualify as a Ponygirl, let alone excel like this. Now I have a mess to clean up and a promise to keep. Shit!” He looked toward the other victor in the race, the avowed lesbian Paula Laturno. Thus far all the men on the ranch had dealt with Paula's reversion to livestock and then Ponygirl in such a manner that none had raped her, keeping some sort of respect for her lesbianism in case she fully returned to duty as his Ponygirl Training Mistress. “The problem is,” he moaned to himself, “I'm so horny after watching these women compete that I'd fuck a fencepost. Oh, well!” He decided that being the owner had some perks. “Fuck her! The deal was that I got my pick of the winners. Paula's gonna get fucked tonight whether she likes it or not. Besides, a man fucking her can't be as humiliating as when my pack of Scottish Deerhounds fucked her overnight.”

The lean rancher strode over to a tack chest located beside the training pad and rummaged through its contents for a moment. He pulled out two padlocks and a twenty-five foot section of lightweight, but strong, stainless steel chain. Marshall walked over to where Joan was standing quietly and freed a wrist cuff from her belt and then removed it from her wrist. He relocked the cuff around Joan's right ankle and padlocked the chain to the steel loop in the leather reinforced steel cuff. The other lock was temporarily clicked onto the other end of the twenty-five foot section of chain. Marshall handed the free end, the lock, and its key to Joseph with the matter of fact comment, “I'll let you have her naked, but she keeps her training collar on and it stays in the voice off mode. Everything else can go; waist belt and wrist cuffs. I just don't want you treating her as anything except a skilled Ponygirl and no-holds-barred sex toy.”

Joseph nodded his acceptance of the provisos and grinned his eagerness to begin. He hefted the chain in his hands with a thoughtful look while Marshall busied himself with removing the waist belt and the one remaining wrist cuff.

Joan was now more naked than she had been since arriving at the ranch. She took a deep breath, enjoying the lack of constriction around her torso from either the heavy waist belt or the reinforced bustier that held up her tits during most workouts. Her freed hands explored her waist and her boobs, really feeling them for the first time. Then she looked startled and her hands leapt to her scalp. Her face fell when her fingers confirmed what she already knew. “It's just that I've nev er had a bare scalp and they've ruined my beautiful hair,” she cried quietly to herself. “Will they ever decide I qualify fully as a Po nygirl. If so, will they let me free?” Her hands dropped and her left hand's fingers explored the smooth gold band on her wedding finger.

Joseph saw the luscious Ponygirl check out her body and glistening scalp above her ears. He noted that she didn't touch her tall Mohawk. Then, he was puzzled at her last move. “A wedding ring?” he questioned to himself. “What the hell is a slave doing with a wedding ring?”

Satisfied, Marshall leaned over to Joseph and whispered in his ear, “Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you something. This luscious little ball of horny, ready to fuck pussymeat that you have on the end of your chain is married.” He chuckled at Joseph's shocked look. “Yes,” he whispered again, “and even better than that, she's the wife of the very man that enslaved the other four fabulous Ponygirls, including your ex-fiancé and almost sister-in-law.”

Joseph's look of shock increased and he actually stepped back away from his Ponygirl, loosening the chain as he moved away.

Marshall stepped after Joseph and he spoke so that only the two of them heard, “Make no doubt about it, she is a Ponygirl today and for as long as I decide. You are safe tonight. Robert Morgan agreed to this and he has few provisos to her use. Sex, of any sort is certainly allowed. I only warn you because you do not yet understand this lifestyle and I sense a bond of some sort between you. Remember, she is an animal now, something to be fully enjoyed. Yes, you have to take care of her, but she has no rights here. That's why I won't let the two of you speak. One last item for you to mull over as you use her tonight, she is actually the talented doctor and plastic surgeon that rebuilt the other two sets of blonde and black-haired bitches into such amazing mirror copies of perfection. She was originally recruited as a medical consultant to the slaver's organization. The joke is she willingly underwent this horror.”

With that said, Marshall turned away, leaving Joseph to assimilate what he had heard. Marshall threw a nearby horse saddle pad over a nearby steel hitching bar. Just feet away from the hitching post, Paula stood. He reached over to attach a leash to Paula's collar, disconnected the nose chain, and pulled her roughly over to the hitching post. He yanked her nose chain over the steel rail, forcing her to bend her midsection over the scratchy saddle pad. The rancher drew the chain downward to wrap the free end around a slim ankle, trapping the Po nygirl in place. Marshall walked behind her form and rubbed his hands possessively across her ass, the uncoiling snake in his pants bespeaking of her fate. Like Joseph, Marshall intended to fuck his Ponygirl all night long; he had no intention of letting her realize yet that she had satisfied every requirement for returning to free woman status and resuming her job as Head Groom and Ponygirl Mistress. Marshall intended to cut his first piece of pussy of the night right there at the grooming pad.

Paula looked longingly at the rump of her Ponygirl partner and lover. “Oh!” she wailed silently, “I want to be with you my love, not with a beastly man.” Her training kept her from flinching as Marshall Thompson's hands took possession of her ass. She knew to wriggle back as if she had to have his cock. “It's playacting,” she told herself fiercely as she left her body to respond unconsciously to a man stimulating her tingling flesh. Despite her self-assurances that she wasn't really craving a man, she felt her head arch back fighting the leash that held her trapped and her mouth gapped open wide. Her fingers grasped backwards, trying to get free of her waist constraints so she could hold onto his frame; she wanted to mount herself back onto his cock. She heard a zipper being opened behind her and Paula's cunt spasmed in need. “Fuck!” she thought, “I get so horny on a Po nygirl run that I'd fuck a man. What a creepy development; me wanting a flesh and blood prick up my twat!”

She felt fumbling fingers pull her butt cheeks outward, opening up her cunt and asshole for view. Without any preliminaries, something fat and rigid nestled against her spread-open lips and then the grip on her pussy lips was let loose, freeing her drooling outer labia to wrap themselves around the big cock head. “Ohh,” she moaned in real pleasure as Marshall's cock head rubbed against her vaginal sheath and then her voice box chirped a little, “Eiii,” as the fat length of his cock slid in smoothly, fully burying itself in just one effortless push.

Paula's trembling fingers felt his washboard abdomen and she tried to clench her fingers to find a handhold on his taut belly. She knew her hands were trying again to grip the rancher to hold him in place so she could begin to fuck herself on his thick prick. Moans of passion uncontrollably came from her throat as her frustrated body couldn't get any purchase to fuck with. Her body was folded over the hitching bar, keeping her from becoming an active participant in the sex. “Fuck me!” she cried out. “Get your big dick moving and fuck meeee!” she wailed frenziedly.

The lean rancher loved hearing his lesbian worker begging for hetrosex. He had initially been shocked when her greedy cunt virtually swallowed his full length in one easy gliding swoop. It was obvious that even though her pussy was very tight and hot, her horny condition had virtually filled her pussy to the brim with slippery, musky cunt oil. “I bet I could have pushed a champagne bottle into her slick cunt without her noticing it,” he thought as he pulled his slimy prick out till just the plum-sized knob was still in her entry. He took a deep breath and lunged forward with all his might. The man's hips swiveled about and then he withdrew again and held still for another long deep breath. Another bruisingly hard thrust, swiveling of hips, a withdrawal, and a measure pause followed. He held to this deliberate pattern for long minutes of fucking. After at least five minutes of this pace, Marshall shifted his hands from her stationary hips to her free hanging breasts. He squeezed hard and pulled up on her tit bags. During his next round of hip swiveling, dick stirring action against her dripping snatch, Marshall felt the unmistakable spasming of her pussy around his cock. To milk out her orgasm as much as possible, Marshall held himself locked tight against her ass and he ground his hips against her, stirring his long fuck stick across every inch of her deep pussy.

“Ponymare!” he called, “Keep coming, it feels so good on my throbbing cock. Those Filipinos can probably smell your cunt musk all the way over at the BBQ; you are so fucking hot, just like a mare in season. Bet you can't wait for my cum to scald your Ponypussy.” It actually felt as if his taunts intensified the lesbian's orgasm. He heard her gasping and snorting for breath below him.

When her long orgasm seemed to subside, Marshall began to resume his same controlled pace of screwing. On one outthrust, he glanced down at his thigh and saw that he had pussy drool on his pants from thighs to knees. “Paula,” he taunted again, “you pussy is leaking like a broken faucet. My pants are covered with your stench.”

Except for a barely audible grunt on his next bruising thrust, she remained silent below him, unable to speak from the wrenching orgasm that just wrung her out.

This time, Marshall altered his pattern after five minutes of more hip thrusting fucking. He slowly began to increase the pace. Ten full minutes into this second round of sex, Marshall shifted his hands from a full titty squeeze position to holding on to her fat nipples with just thumb and forefinger.

Paula's second orgasm overtook her just as he pinched her nipples tightly, eliciting a shriek of pain that transitioned quickly into an overwhelming orgasm. Her voice was completely incoherent as his groin kept thumping into her ass with a wet, meaty slapping sound.

When Marshall judged her spasms at their peak, he pulled his cock all the way free from her pussy for the first time in at least twenty minutes of steady fucking. His own cum was roiling around his ball sacks, desperate to get into her hot core. Marshall lined his fuck knob with her slippery asshole and pushed his rock hard dick into her nether hole. After achieving only three inches of depth, Marshall pulled out, wiped his fuck stick across her sloppy pussy, and reset his cock against her anal grommet. This thrust drove him all the way home, as deep into her bowels as his dick could reach. Despite Paula's incoherent shrieks, her just-started orgasm continued unabated well after Marshall 's cock was completely drained in her tight, clasping rectum. Marshall pulled out and looked down at the wet stains on his jeans. “Nice fuck, Po nymare. I've nev er gotten such a sloppy pussy before. I have to start taking more of my privileges with you Po nygirls. Whatta fuck!”

While Marshall was enjoying his first taste of Paula's lower two feminine holes, Joseph got his choice ready to go back to his cabin. Barefoot, the naked Joan was too priceless to make walk the long distance across the coarse and spiny desert floor to the cabin. Joseph knelt down in front of the lithe woman and readied a clean and dry pair of shoes for placing on her foot. Just as the laces were loosened, he felt something wet and slippery on his shoulder. Joan's leg had shifted and her cunt was now gently humping itself across Joseph, leaving a wide trail of drool. Marshall paused and looked up at the mischievously smiling woman. “Is this acceptable behavior for a Ponygirl,” he asked with a grin.

Paula simply smiled and shook her head to the negative.

Marshall felt the dripping snatch move closer to his neck. Still looking up he added quietly, “Guess this means I'll have to punish you with something hard?”

Joan's grin became wider and her head shaking indicated a more vigorous yes.

“You're that horny,” he responded, “that you'd risk punishment?”

Joan nodded her head again and moved her throbbing pussy against his neck.

Joseph thought why the fuck not, he turned his head sharply toward her musky core and dipped his tongue into her spread open lips. Her taste was powerful, but delicious nonetheless. He felt her weight shift down toward his mouth and he suctioned her pussy lips into his mouth.

Unable to moan because of her controlling collar, Joan's breath could only increase as the wonderful feelings spread deep into her pussy. His teeth chewed her lips and pulled them out from the junction between her legs. “Finally,” she moaned to herself as his tongue found her clitoris and started to lick while his mouth took up suctioning the little nubbin.

Joseph kept stimulating the woman's cunt and clitoris until her full weight sagged down on his shoulders. This time the Ponygirl cooperated while he slipped her tenn is shoes on. He took her leg chain in hand and clicked his tongue, “Let's go little Po nygirl. You've had your fun, now it's my turn. I want to show you my cabin.”

By the time Marshall drew a still chained Paula toward an empty bunkhouse, Joan Miller and Joseph Loftus were already fucking away like bunnies. To Joan, long deprived of any creature comforts, the feeling of crisp cool sheets was enough to make her knees weak in ecstasy. Her freedom to move about during sex was almost too wonderful for words. She felt his dick drive deep into her core in the standard missionary position, and she orgasmed the instant her legs locked around him to cross on his tight ass. Somehow, sex had nev er been so intense or so fulfilling. Even though the loss of her voice kept the occasion from being perfect, Doctor Joan Miller knew she would never view sex the same. Within an hour, she was so fucked out that she collapsed unconscious on the sweaty sheets.

The New Mexican rancher stumbled to the rustic bathroom and with bleary eyes examined his sweaty form in the mirror. “Whatta fuck!” he groaned. “That bitch was wild! You'd have thought she hadn't had sex in years and someone dumped a box of Spanish Fly down her throat. Wow!” He opened the window for some fresh air, sniffed the wondrous smell of mesquite smoke that wafted in, and decided on a fast shower before he joined the BBQ outside.

Joseph adjusted his white straw cowboy hat, glanced over at his sex partner's luscious form still lying unconscious on the bed, and quietly shut the door. He shook his head in wonder again at the wildly sexual creature he had just bedded. “With that chain holding her to the bed, she can't go anywhere except the bathroom. I wonder if she's eaten yet?” With those thoughts, he headed off into the dark desert night toward the sound of merrymaking around the distant bonfire.

The first thing that Joseph saw upon reaching the circle of light around the blazing fire was the glowing ass of a Ponygirl chained in place beside a picnic table. Paula was chained in place with a short lead going to her collar and her wrists still cuffed and locked against her waist belt. Her Mohawk was no longer erect and proud; it now drooped limply down across one side of her face. Joseph stopped at the sight of a stainless steel dog bowl sitting on the picnic bench beside Paula's kneeling form. A shiny brass medallion proclaimed that the bowl belonged to “ Po nygirl.”

Paula looked up at his approach. Her face was smeared with BBQ sauce from where she had been rooting around in her bowl for the meat and brea d. She had a profound look of embarrassment on her face at being caught eating like an animal.

Joseph started as a hand thumped down on his back.

“That's the cunt's first regular food in over five weeks,” Marshall said as he handed over a plastic cup filled with beer. The Ponygirl rancher took a deep sip and added, ”Your Ponygirl has only eaten a carefully balanced liquid diet for the last six weeks. Po nygirls in training at this ranch suck their food and drink from rubber cocks. That's why they become so good at oral sex. Any Ponygirl graduate from Ponygirl Heaven Ranch can take any normal man's cock all the way down their gullets in one smooth move.”

The men stood silently for a few minutes while Joseph thirstily drained his beer.

“Well,” Marshall demanded, “how was she? Was she the best fuck you've ever had in your life?”

Joseph grinned back at his new acquaintance and just nodded. A passing Filipino worker grinned at him and handed over two new cups brimming with beer. Joseph took another deep drink before he offered, “ Marshall , she clinched the deal. I absolutely have to buy the matched Po nygirls. Can you contact the owner for details on what he's demanding for terms?”

Marshall laid his arm across the other rancher's shoulder, “I already know what he wants. The problem is that the girls still have a few more weeks to go before their training is fully finished. But, here's the deal from Robert Morgan.” Marshall handed Joseph a card with:

Joseph:

The bill of sale is for $775,000; $175,000 for each of four trained Ponygirls plus a fully customized trailer equipped with all necessary bondage gear and a surrey rig. A modest delivery fee is built into the cost.

- Robert

“So you're authorized to negotiate this deal to a conclusion?” Joseph asked.

“Ayeap,” Marshal responded.

“Good,” said Joseph, “then I want to make this counteroffer. I'll pay his full asking price if I can have his wife, ‘Zero” for three weeks starting tomorrow. That way I'll have a Ponygirl at my ranch in New Mexico to practice on while I'm waiting for delivery of the matched sets.” Joseph stood there expectantly. “Oh,” he started again, “I forgot that I'll need a single Ponygirl surrey thrown in as well. That way I can use ‘Zero' as an actual Ponygirl on my ranch. It's pretty large, so she'll get plenty of exercise.”

Marshall grinned, he had seen this request coming. “OK,” he answered, “all of that is within reason to keep this sale on track. Keep in mind that Steve Austin and Robert Morgan wanted you to get this stock, hence the reasonableness of the offer. The only major adjustment we gotta make is that you can only have the Ponygirl ‘Zero' for two weeks. After that, she has to come back here so she can get her reward as a week of acting as Novice Ponygirl Mistress. Her major challenge will be to finalize the training of your new livestock. Whether or not she delivers the Ponygirls that next week is between her and Robert Morgan. Then, we have some fine points we have to agree upon. First; Robert's wife is a valuable commodity and you will have to pay a fully refundable deposit for her use. Since she's not my property, I want a one million dollar bond as guarantee for her safe return. Second; we have to jointly concur that your loaner Ponygirl is only a beast of burden that you can fuck anyway you wish, not a mistress or lover. You have to keep romance and love out of your mind. Third; just like today, she will have her training collar locked on the no-voice setting. You will not have the override control to change that particular setting. Fourth; a Ponygirl is livestock and she is to be locked up every night by at least an ankle cuff and chain. Any more severe bondage is your option, just nothing less than a chain. Fifth; you can do anything to her as far as punishment goes, just nothing permanent like brandings, piercings, or whipping scars. Last; you have to agree to use a modified bit on her while she is pulling your surrey. The nose ring takes a deft hand and I'd rather see you start off on a rubber bit. Remember when your purchases arrive, they'll have permanent bronze bits in their mouths and the heavy nose ring for lead lines or anchoring in place.”

Joseph Loftus nodded his acceptance of the conditions for the loan of a Ponygirl. He and Marshall both laughed at the thought of a man's wife being loaned not only as a beast of burden, but as a sex object that will see lots of use. They also laughed at the irony of Joseph purchasing his own ex-fiancé back from a slaver. “Now I know why my buddy Steve Austin agreed to take them off my hands for free. Shit, he makes a boatload of profit off each piece of pussy that he trains and sells.”

“Yep,” Marshall responds, “and what you see here is only one training regime a captured cunt can be placed into. The East and West Coast Slavers Organizations are really branching into specialty slaves such as French Maids, Kitchen Sluts, Companion Pussymeat, and more. All of them are worth far more than a run of the mill bondage cunt, pain slut, or general sex slave.”

Marshall and Joseph tapped their cups of beer together and sealed the bargain.

Back at Joseph's cabin, Doctor Joan Miller was stretched out in languorous bliss in a real bed. Hands free of any bondage, she was exploring her aching pussy even as she woke. “Whatta fuck!” she groaned. “That was wild! You'd have thought I hadn't had sex in years and my box was so hot it felt like I'd taken Spanish Fly. Wow!” With a groan, she padded over to the bathroom and sat down to pee. The shower beckoned from where she sat, so she cleaned off in a steaming hot mist of wondrous feeling water. Afterwards, she crawled back into bed, adjusted her ankle chain, and laid back with a sigh of contentment. Her only nagging concern was hunger, exacerbated by the mesquite smoke drifting over from the BBQ. “I get only liquid food,” she moaned in dismay. “I'd love something solid.” Her mouth watered as she waited for her New Mexican rancher owner to return.

Joseph kicked his boot heels against the porch edge, removing some gritty Arizona soil and strode over to his cabin's door. On entering, his eyes widened at the sight before him. His Ponygirl had made the bed and knelt naked upon the rustic comforter. Except for her knees, all of her weight was upon her breasts and shoulders. Her hands were splayed across her ass, holding her pussy and asshole in clear view for her owner. Joseph hurried over to the kitchen table and set down his load. He knelt on the bed beside her and commented, “Nice presentation, slave. You have learned more here than just Ponygirl training.” He shook his head in wonder again at the wildly sexual creature in his bed. She held her position and he moved a thumb on his right hand to her anus. He traced his fat thumb tip around her anal star, centered it on her tight little anal entry, and wormed the end digit into her tight hole. At her responsive moan and hip wriggling, he rotated his hand around his buried thumb to get three fingers down to her drooling pussy.

Joan moaned at the touch on her sex organs. “Like a good little slave,” she thought, “He said I hold position like a good little bedslave. How come that makes my pussy throb? God, how come anything with this man makes my cunt ache for a cock?”

Joseph decided that the items on the kitchen table could wait. He pulled his fingers free with audible plops and began to feverishly strip off his boots and clothing. Joseph was soon naked and kneeling behind his slave for the next few weeks. He still marveled that he was going to own not just one woman, but a number of matched sets of fully trained Po nysluts. “I'm going to get more sex in the next few weeks than I've had in my entire life,” he promised himself. “Whatta fucking life!”

Joan, now known as the Ponygirl Zero, had not moved from position since his entry into the cabin. Voiceless, she couldn't beg for sex; she could only clench her inner muscles, visibly clenching her pussy lips and anus, hoping the clear invitation would lead to a fast, satisfying fuck. Joan felt the man behind her fumbling around her butt before he was fully centered on her pussy. She silently gaspe d and opened her mouth in a quiet scream as the big dick sliced into her pussy. Immediately, she thrust her ass back to increase the pressure against her cunt and brought her hands up so that she could cradle her face above the mattress. ‘Eiii, yes,” she howled silently with glee. “A bed, … a shower, … and a hard cock. Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!”

She felt the cock pull out of her aching cunt and immediately wis hed for a voice. She knew that if she could speak, she would beg uncontrollably for the sex to resume. In fact, she would have offered her worldly goods, maybe even her freedom, for renewed sex. “My body is ruling me,” she realized. “I'd do anything for sex now. What a slut I've become! I'm addicted!”

When the slimy cockhead nestled against her rectum, she'd have howled in satisfaction if the threat of shock from the training collar wasn't so real. Her enthusiasm for being anally skewered was equal to that of her straight forward pussy reaming of just moments before. Another inwardly focused grunt heralded her satisfaction as half the length of the man's fat dick worked its way into her hot, rectal core. No gentle and romantic fuck, her enthusiastic hip thrusts against the big hard-on triggered an equally rough fucking response. She loved it. Doctor Joan Miller, a professional woman with a lucrative career loved being treated like a piece of sexmeat. Her sexual nerves were so on edge, she climaxed twice before the man behind her had managed to even out his spastic thrusts to a smooth, even, deep-fucking pace. She came again when she felt his jism splash deep into her intestines. “Eiii,” she cried to herself, “he's given me his cum. Oh, yes!” Unable to control her response, she collapsed facedown onto the bed, unwittingly dragging Joseph Loftus' body down with her, to lie across her mindlessly shuddering form.

Ball drained and satisfied beyond belief, Joseph raised himself up off the sweaty supine form below him. He paused to admire the white pearls of his creamy cum that dribbled from his livestock's swollen nether lips. “I'm not gonna use a condom with this one,” he told himself with a smile. “ Marshall told me she's clean and the exercise has ended her menstrual cycles. She can't get pregnant right now.” He paused with his hand possessively covering her smooth ass cheek. “Hmmm,” he thought, “that gives me an idea.” The wild idea kept him grinning the whole time he was walking into the bathroom to clean off his sex juice-covered dick.

“Hey, Po nygirl,” he shouted over his shoulder, “I understand you've only had liquid food for weeks now. If you've got enough energy to get my pecker hard enough to pop off into your mouth, there's a complete Texas-style BBQ dinner on the kitchen table waiting for you.” Before he could turn on the shower and add that a successful Ponyslut could even use her hands while eating the meal, the eager slave had leapt from the bed, zoomed into the bathroom with clattering leg chain following, and sucked his stinky pecker deep into her pulsating throat. Joseph almost collapsed onto the cold tile at the incredible suction created by weeks of deep throating and sucking rubber dildos for sustenance and water. Her hands grasped desperately at his ass, yanking his groin onto her steamy maw.

After he recovered his balance, he decided to taunt the frantic cocksucker to even greater enthusiasm. “Three pounds of sliced beef brisket with thick gobs of BBQ sauce,” he chanted. “A baked potato bigger than a baby and stuffed with butter, sour cream, and chives,” he added. “An ice-filled bucket swimming with a six-pack of longneck beers,” he finished with a groan as his cock miraculously throbbed full of blood, ready to fuck again. After his hands gripped the slick sides of the shaven woman's head and he started to viciously face fuck his slave, he gasped out more incentives. “Silverware, … ughhh, oohhh, … thick slabs of Texas toast,” he moaned. “Ahhhhh, yes, … you delicious cocksucking slut. Eiii, … I nnever thought you could do it, … but, … take that you wonderful whore!” His spasming dick felt like the blood and life energy of his being was being forced through the tightly swollen tube of his prick.

Joan shrieked in ecstatic happiness as her lover's cock spurted another, albeit much thinner, load of milky sperm into her sucking orifice. She bounded to her feet, kissed her owner full on the lips with her jism covered lips, and ran toward the kitchen. Her dripping form left puddles of water and the clatter of chain again followed behind her as she ran toward her promised meal. It was everything Joseph had described. He had brought plates full of steaming food from the BBQ. Ignoring the stainless steel set of flatware, she opened a bottle of beer with an opener and sucked hungrily at the cold glass. While she satiated her thirst, her right hand snagged a six-ounce slice of sauce-covered brisket. She sat down the bottle and thrust the steaming meat into her mouth. “Ahhhhh,” she moaned silently. “This is fantastic!” She became a focused eating machine, slobbering BBQ sauce over both hands, her face, and her outthrust breasts as she ate every bit of the wondrous meat that was on the first plate. That became her signal to pause, belch contentedly, and reach for a second beer. She eyed the piles of remaining food and reluctantly turned away. “I'll eat more later,” she thought with a grin. She popped the top of a third beer, picked up her own bottle, and padded slowly back to the bathroom. Slave Joan was a contented bitch as she headed into the shower to join her Master, bringing him an icy beer. “I'll wash off this sauce and thank him properly,” she thought. Then, she paused while her bloated stomach gurgled. “I feel like a pig,” she whispered silently, “and I've happily become a horny slut!” She sank to her knees and brought her face toward the half-hard cock awaiting her. “Hmmm,” she mumbled contentedly as the barbeque-flavored cock lurched in her mouth.

Much later when the Arizona night deepened, Joseph Loftus (new Slavemaster and Ponygirl owner), Doctor Joan Miller (Ponygirl and soon-to-be Ponygirl Mistress), Marshall Thompson (Slave Trainer), and even Paula Laturno (Ponygirl and possibly soon-to-be Head Groom again) all had reason to bless the gods above for granting them such a complete and wondrous day. If they could have heard Joseph Loftus' shouts of amazed bliss as he ejaculated for the last time of the night in the hot and velvety cunt of ‘Zero', they would have agreed that life was certainly wonderful.

--- To Be Continued ---

 

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