An Interest in Ponygirls

An Interest in Ponygirls

East Coast Slaver Organization Story - IV

Chapter 16 – A Decision is Made (or Off To The Races)

 

Joseph made his decision about Joan's punishment, her long-term fate, and the Arabian Peninsula Ponygirl race. The teams, and Joan, had performed admirably the first two days of the long ride. “We can do this race,” Joseph thought with satisfaction. “And,” he continued, “Joan will run tomorrow to finish off the three-day event. Then she can return to Ponygirl Mistress, wife-to-be, and slave. I don't think she'll ever again lose sight of her responsibilities.”

In the grooming tent, ‘Four' helped him by unharnessing the Ponygirls while Joseph took charge of Joan. She followed passively as he led her directly to the Ponygirl tent, bypassing the grooming tent. Joan was perfunctorily led to a blue plastic tarp on the tent floor where Joseph pushed her down to a prone position on the tarp. He laid a thirty-inch spreader bar behind each knee and secured it in place with leather straps. To keep her in a bent over position, he ran a length of typing rope through a loop on her collar to the middle of the spreader bar. Joan was now forced into a kneeling position with her knees widely spread and her ass high in the air. To complete the hogtie, he pulled her wrists back to their respective ankles and tied them off. Joseph left Joan helpless, her face, breasts, and shoulders planted onto the plastic-impregnated tarp. Before he left, he rolled his fingers through her puffy cunt lips and gently pinched her clitoris. He grinned as her hips tried to wriggle about in order to capture his questing fingers. He knew that the training collar kept her from speaking, begging, or even whimpering, whether in need or protest.

‘Four', Lori Heath, was enjoying the chance to help her Master unharness, strip, and wash down her fellow Ponygirls. “Fun,” she thought, “it is kinda fun working on the Ponygirls. They all have such amazing bodies.” She blushed as she realized that she was also describing herself. Her fingers were busy sponging soapy water down the fat and jiggling breasts of a tall, blonde Ponygirl. Lori's free hand captured a soft breast in a caressing hold while she sent the soapy sponge down between the statuesque blonde's legs. The slight wriggling about of her subject's hips told Lori of the successful effect she was having. “Horny sluts,” she thought, “we've all become such constantly horny, almost out of control, sluts. I think that now we'd do anything for a fuck when we get horny.” After she finished rinsing off the blonde, Lori latched a leash on her collar, unclipped the nose ring chain hanging from the ceiling of the tent, and led her still wet form to a nearby massage table. Under Joseph's watchful eye, she mimicked his massaging actions on the other blonde Ponygirl. Lori realized that each of the blondes were showing unmistakable signs of sexual arousal as they worked high up on the muscular thighs. Lori's Ponygirl wriggled her hips over in an attempt to get the massaging fingers closer to her cunt. Lori snuck several chances to play with the woman's blood-gorged labia, her fully expanded clitoris, and the first couple of inches of the slippery vaginal sheath. “Yes,” Lori reminded herself as the blonde Ponygirl's breathing became somewhat jagged, “this is a lotta fun.

Lori especially enjoyed teasing her own sister as she sluiced the sweaty grit off her trim form. Her bare wet fingers traced up the strongly defined muscles of her sister's thighs and continued up past her six-pack abs to her amazingly firm breasts. “I look just like this,” she muttered. “Wow, … Master sure knows how to make us look hot.” She admired the glittering golden rings on Lisa's nipples and couldn't resist exploring her ringed labia as well. A quick stinging spank on her ass remaindered her of what she was supposed to be doing. The long massage she gave Lisa made Lori even hornier than ever. At one point she realized that Master had taken the two blonde Ponygirls away, leaving her untethered and alone for the first time in long months. Instead of visualizing a chance for freedom, the thought made Lori soberly imagine herself with lank hair and pale skin rotting in a dingy jail cell instead of a chance for freedom. “I failed miserably as a slaver,” she whispered, “I end up enslaved and sold as chattel, my family disowned me, I've been convicted to a long jail term in absensia, and I have no money.” Her fingers absently slipping between her sister's drooling cunt lips brought her back to reality as her brain felt the moist inner heat of Lisa's aroused vagina. She didn't even need to complete the thought that she was better off where she was; Lori simply focused on getting her horny slut of a Ponygirl sister to explosively cum on the massage table.

Joan felt she was dying of thirst and was thoroughly miserable in her semi-hogtied position. Unable to loosen up after her grueling workout, and ignored during the pampering Ponygirl wash and massage session, her cramping muscles screamed out in pain. Drool from her ring-gagged mouth had puddle so deeply on the tarp that one eye was slimy with the saliva. Blurrily, she looked to the three naked Ponygirls in the tent with her. Each was unbound except for the ever-present training collar and a single ankle cuff. A common chain held the Ponygirls captive in the tent; otherwise, they were free to move about as much as the chain would allow. They stood clustered about an ice chest filled with plastic drinking bottles and cans of their liquid meals. The bottles and cans were anchored near the ice chest with short lengths of thin rope taped around each one. Joan realized that Joseph had done this in order to keep the Ponygirls from sharing with her, another part of her punishment for failing to take care of the Ponygirls. Joan envied the muscular and glistening flesh of the clean Ponygirls and the refreshing drinks they held. “I bet Joseph purposefully let them drink and feed themselves just to torment me,” she thought with a touch of bitterness.”

One of the blonde bimbos looked her way and Joan cringed at her miserable humiliation in front of her Ponygirl slaves. The blonde, it was ‘One', came over and knelt beside Joan. Thirty-one-year-old Anna Sawyer reached down and grabbed Joan's shoulders, pulling strongly up and back, setting Joan back onto her lower legs and bringing her face up. Joan's arms ached from their full back position that brought her wrists to her ankles. Anna's hands teased their way across her outthrust breasts, gently yanking on her rock hard nipples. The beautiful Ponygirl gently kissed her face and briefly sunk her tongue into Joan's mouth. Stuck in position, Joan was surprised when Anna abruptly left, only to be replaced by her sister Becky. Becky wasted no time in locking lips with Joan who greedily sucked back when she realized that the girls she had just accused of being Ponybimbos were ferrying water from the ice chest to her via mouth to mouth. Another mouth locked on and Joan gratefully took a still-cold mouthful from Lisa Heath. The three Ponygirls continued until Joan had finished an entire bottle of water. Anna came over with another mouthful that she dribbled across Joan's eyes, forehead, and face. Becky finished rinsing off Joan's face with another mouthful of water. Lisa emptied half a mouthful over each of Joan's perky nipples. Anna ran a line of water dribbles across her shoulder. Becky crouched down low between Joan's legs and squirted a stream of water across Joan's gummy twat. She rolled away only to be replaced by Lisa who repeated the move. When it came to be Anna's turn, she crawled face up under Joan and sprayed soothing water straight up against the cunt lips for the third time. A slavegirl knelt on either side of Joan and their hands took possession of her body, deeply kneading the muscles that should have been given relief on the massage table. Joan settled her pussy down on Anna's face, getting a tongue and lip massage on her most sensitive flesh. Joan moaned loudly in contentment as many of her aches and pains were massaged away to be replaced with tingles of pleasure. She wriggled her hips down against Anna's pussy slurping mouth and arched her back to push her titties into the rubbing hands of the two Ponygirls pleasuring her torso and head with fingers, lips, and teeth. Joan kept her grunts and moans very quiet to stay below the threshold of sound allowed by her collar's setting. Anna, Becky, and Lisa proved their love for their Master as well as their former comrade turned partially successful Ponygirl Mistress. They freely gave a full hour of precious time without restraint to make Joan more comfortable and to pleasure her. Finally, wrung out from a number of orgasms and her body limp with relaxation, Joan slumped down semi-conscious while the three Ponygirls took turns bringing Joan mouthfuls of their meager liquid meal ration. Exhausted and content, Joan's head drooped and she dosed fitfully, still kneeling in her hogtie.

In Joan's bed, twenty-one-year-old Lori Heath was getting the fuck of a lifetime. No stranger to sex as a spoiled rich brat or during her career as captive sexmeat, she had nonetheless never felt anything like the connection she now felt to this strong rancher from New Mexico . Nothing had ever made her need to give pleasure like this and the sexual frenzy made her desperate to receive his seed. The long and enjoyable day pretending to be a Ponygirl Mistress after witnessing her Master punish Mistress Joan made her blood boil at the chance to fuck him like no girl ever had. Lori was lying naked under Joseph with her legs wrapped tightly around his lower torso, her heels drumming against his ass as if she had spurs on her heels to prod him on to deeper plunges into her cunt with his wondrous cock. Lori's hips were a blur under him as she fought to fuck herself up and down his thrusting cock. The jackhammer blows were slowly kindling a heat that built from deep inside her womb and spread across her cunt lips to her clit. She became a grunting, moaning, wailing, tearful fuck whose cries echoed throughout the silent valley. Lori orgasmed and shrieked her pleasure over and over through the long night.

Each time Joan momentarily awoke from her fitful sleep, she heard the lustful sounds of wild sex coming from her own tent and bed. No longer angry at her punishment, she wearily waited out the long night in the hope that she was getting closer to redeeming herself in Joseph Loftus's eyes. Despite some recent setbacks, she was in many ways content at how well her life was working out. “The setbacks each teach me something,” she thought philosophically, “and each step brings me closer to my goal.” The cactus within the circle of her only remaining pubic hair heralded Joan a Ponyslut; she knew it was true. Joan's deepest wish was to become exactly what Joseph had offered; a chance to be his wife, personal French maid, his houseslave, his slut, his fuckmeat, his whore, the Mistress of his Ponygirls, and sometimes a Ponygirl. “Plus,” she told herself, “the part I want most is to feel my belly swell with his child and my boobs bulge with milk from the hormones he's feeding me.” Every sexual nerve in her body twitched despite her aching bondage as a daydream image rocked her soul, a detailed picture of a milk pumping station where three naked Ponycows were trapped in a bent-over stance. Six sets of milk-gorged udders hung from Joan and the two Sawyer Ponycows beside her. Each had their glistening hairless skull trapped in a head stall, hands cuffed behind their backs, and feet held in stocks at shoulder width. All three lactating Ponycows were completely naked and pregnant, grossly distended teats hung lower than their round, fetus-filled bellies. Three transparent feeding tubes ran from a computer-controlled pump that force-fed measured dosages of hormone-rich slurried cow chow into the huge, hollow penis gag inflated within their mouths. No longer sleek and muscled, all three Ponycows were fleshy and voluptuous, especially their jutting asses. Before each milking cycle a harsh spray of warm soapy water directed at the rectums of the three Ponycows cleared the smelly smears of watery shit accumulated since the last milking. Next, a motor-driven monster of a cock, almost four inches wide and nearly eighteen inches long began to pump relentlessly in and out of each Ponycow to encourage an orgasm and to help the milk let down. Finally, a vacuum suckling tube permanently hanging below each enormous breast began to suction away at each milk-filled teat, stretched almost three inches long due to the length and number of daily milkings. The pussy juices of the constantly aroused Ponycows painted the slowly thrusting cocks with a white frothy coat, evidence of their arousal. Just as Joan finished reviewing the details of what was clearly a dark and hidden sexual fantasy, Joan heard another distantly shouted orgasm from one of the Heath Ponygirls; the combination was too much Joan who exploded in climax without any physical stimulation. The waves of pleasure rolled through her being and the long, drawn out climax sucked her into unconsciousness.

Even though Doctor Joan Miller's fantasy featured her forced milking beside both pregnant and lactating Sawyer sisters, Joan had been successful in implanting all four of their Ponygirls with long-term contraceptives. She had ensured that the Loftus ranch in New Mexico wouldn't be overrun with crying packs of children while making sure that she was the only Ponymare to get the benefit of Joseph's full time attention when it came to satisfying any special lusts he felt toward big-bellied, pregnant mares, cows, or pigs. Joan groaned at the various ways her sexy husband could fuck her while she played those humiliating roles. Joan was content that things would work out as she wished.

The long day ended in satisfaction for Joseph Loftus whose calm and predictable bachelor existence had been exchanged for a riotous life surrounded by five loving, and clearly nymphomaniac sluts. His trip to Ponygirl Heaven Ranch had turned out in a way he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

The high tech Ponycart, the two talented teams of Ponygirls, the sex-hungry doctor from Miami , and the New Mexican rancher faced the challenge and adventure of a lifetime in the race across the fiery desert sands of the Arabian Peninsula . Perhaps Joan will also let slip to her fiancé about her deepest fantasy and find herself trapped in another difficult role. Maybe Joan will spend some of her pampered pregnancy gaining much needed body fat while locked tightly in a Ponycow milking station.

Hmmm, so many ideas, … so little time!

The End

Unfortunately, every tale must draw to a conclusion. At least in the case of ‘An Interest in Ponygirls', there is a sequel planned for those who enjoyed the story. ECSO 11 - A Race to Beat All Races will carry on where this story leaves off. Till then, please have patience and read the other ECSO stories.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com

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