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Farewell My Panties
(by Eve Adorer)
Chapter 2 – Tec
Even as I was a dyin’ with
orgasmin’ on stage at Letme O’Lick’s strip joint, my fellow copettes undercover
in the audience, led by Captainess Ophelia Snatch herself, rounded up
Feelinsideskia Clitoriskia and her gang.
It made headlines. I became
a star copette. I got me a leadin’ article in ‘The Probe’, an interview on
‘Gettin’ to the Bottom of …..’, and a picture in the blue frame of fame of
‘Titular’ magazine: a picture of me naked, so the world could see the beautiful
heroine copette in all her god-given glory.
That was now three years
history.
As soon as that case was
overed, I’d felt I needed out.
Okay, I’d enjoyed fame some.
But even bein’ surrounded by pretty teenage girls beggin’ your autograph on
their panties, still warm cos they’re still wearin’ them, and a whisperin’ what
they’d like to do for you in bed, gets a mite tiresome time.
Bein’ a so-called ‘heroine’
fades with clock-tock too.
……………
I was bendin’. Bottom drawer
included the zees. I was filin’ the CD-R on the Zodiac Case. It had been my
best so far. Madam Gypsy O’Swami had made dreams come true usin’ date-dupe
drugs.
But that was just meanin’
that the only dreams she’d fulfilled was her own. Usin’ the drugs had prevented
evidence. Pretty girls came outta her place without their panties, somehowin’
that they’d been thoroughly licked out, but with no recall.
I’d planted a
transmit-spy-bug under O’Swami’s crystal ball. The consequent movie-pic of me
bein’ date-raped had sensationed the court and gotten O’Swami, two-years in the
cage.
Nowtime, on the wall behind
my chair was a glass-front frame holdin’ my copette’s gold-thong and medallion.
I’d wanted out even before the thong award ceremony. But agreed in the end,
that it was not polite to leave without my panties on.
Where I was now, was
13-stair-steps up at 38E
I’d had the glass top-panel
of the outer door painted white letters my name and business.
That day that door stood
open some to let the coolin’ fan blow the goddam fug somewheres other than
round and back offa the steamin’ seemin’ walls.
The light in the hallway was
makin’ my door, cast shadow my carpet floor. The glass frame was floor
projected parallelogram. ‘Ima Dike – Private Detective’ was black shadow floor
same where it was white painted door. I was Private Eye now.
I was bendin’. Bottom drawer
of my filin’ cab included the zees. I was filin’ the CD-R on the Zodiac Case.
I was in my favourite
business-girl suite. Dark blue jacket and micro-skirt with darker-blue
pinstripe, save that I was blouse in the humidity heat? I wasn’t thinkin’ none
about how bendin’ was confirmin’ me genuine blonde, tail as well as top,
leastin’ not till I rose again and found myself sudden deep blushin’.
She musta glided in like a
ghost. I eyed the lead-sperm-ejaculator I’d left at right-corner my desk in its
strapon. I shoulda never been so careless with my shooter, but the doll dame
didn’t seem no trouble.
A contralto of pure opera
purred pussy-kitten: “I didn’t like to knock. Seein’ your gun ready on the desk
like that. I thought ‘accident’ if I made you jump by startlin’ you some”, the
delicious dame apologised.
Oh my gee, but was she
somethin’ else: though nothin’ else other than girl plenty! Twenty? She was
five-four with a figure caressed so tight by a goddam lucky dress, the wonder
was the wonder could breath: breath-takin’ tight.
My breath was taken sure, as
I auto-ogled her toes to top. The platform mules with their twelve-inch heels,
the stockin’ on the stupendous left leg flashin’ lithe live outta the side-slit
in her ankle-length hug-gown, the belt round her no-waste waist, her
hand-purse, the finger-tips to elbows silk gloves, and the spider-web veil down
from the pillbox hat that angled on her empress’ head, were all in
taxicab-yellow.
Imperial was her face, with
dark-brown eyes lookin’ down on ya like they was favourin’ you with mercy not
to have ya top lopped axe. She was a negress of somethin’ like Ethiopian
origin, with a head of close-cropped oh boy no boy oh joy curls, the prettiest
petite shell-likes with sparklin’ diamond clip-on earrings, a bod top-heavied
but still streamline feline, thirty-six firm, twenty-two middle, thirty-five
wiggle, and a smile that said gentle sweetness was behind the imperious
apparent.
This doll had
princess-presence, and I almost reflexed a curtsey, she seemed so queenly.
An adorable giggle told me I
had reacted in a way she was useta.
“Hi. I’m Merinda de
Cabot-Ensaya?” the angel smile-intro’d, holdin’ her hand-purse left mit, while
extendin’ her now degloved right pretty, to let me touch her long fingers in
intro shake.
I dared to touch her
delightful tips and felt megawatts bolt my spine, as she giggle-smiled again
when I all but bent to kiss the back of her hand.
I took deep breath: the
breath she’d stunned outta me. I knew I’d gotta get on toppa this,
situation-wise, and moment dreamed get ontop of this chick I wished already.
“What canna I do for you
lady?” I casualled, pretend assured confident.
“Murder”, the vision
replied, with cool calm charm.
Realisin’ there was nothin’
in it for me if that was what she was wantin’ detect, bar the joy of the
presence of this damned beautiful presence, and thinkin’ I’d as well get back
to my filin’, I dismiss-informed:
“Lady…..: homicide;
matricide; infanticide; regicide; even suicide: any ‘ides’ both sidesa the ides
of March, is for the cops not for me ….”
“No” said the golden
gorgeous, “No. I mean I want you to murder someone for me.”
‘Loony toon crackpot
sad-case no-case go-home’, I spat insidea my mind, and maybe with my eyes, as I
nexted:
“Oh yea. Like who d’ya want
me to Lee Harvey, if’n it ain’t the president herself you want me to Oswald?”
“Me”, said the sublime
princess: “I want you to kill me.”
……………
Shocked was silence as this
beauty of beauties continued her sunny smile.
Stunned, I indicated chair
and watched with fascination as supreme dream perched her perky derriere and
revealed full sumptuous stockinged leg and diamond decorated suspender clasp
when she crossed her left leg over her still dress-skirted right, showin’ thigh
the size of the sighs in my eyes as I looked the strength of their long length
in longin’.
I suspected her ‘murder me’
was just an attention grabber. And it was no problem at all to pay attention’s
homage to this honey.
‘Merinda de Cabot-Ensaya’.
I’d heard or read that recent. Where was it? What was it? Who was she? I wanted
‘be there’ afore she told me. Then it came shaft-lightenin’ - the ‘Nubian
Nipple’. Oh my god! That was it! The ‘Nubian Nipple’ stolen then sold to the
Lola-Dillinger gang. The ‘Nubian Nipple’, the biggest friggin’ ruby the world
had ever seen.
And ‘Merinda de
Cabot-Ensaya’ – she was only Her Most Merciful Majesty the Supreme Princess
Merinda de Cabot-Ensaya of Ensaya and Xallia in Xallitia-Compusmertia, the
heiress to the throne of Ongeria!
“Please call me ‘Merinda’”,
smiled the lovely who’d clearly read my mind and realised what I’d realised.
“Why a hick dick like me?” I
asked, breath taken again.
“Anonymity”, Merinda
answered, her perfect white teeth contrastin’ her Nubian negro grace face. The
bold lips of her tiny tidy mouth mesmerised my eyes. When she whisper-spoke it
was with kisses, like her lips were utterin’ utterly beautiful fragrant
flutterin’ butterflies.
“You also come highly
recommend too. You’ve won the copette’s gold medallion and the gold thong. No
former copette comes more recommended than that”, Merinda convidenced.
“Nobody knows I’m here in
New Edingow yet”, she continued.
“The gossip columns will
spill the beans anytime now, or would if I hadn’t been sneaked into the
“What was all that stuff
about a murder?” I queried.
“Mmm.” Merinda looked
concerned. My momma will know it isn’t true. I do so hate to deceive my people
this way though…. It’d be triggered by a code word. The announcement would go
out back home that I’d contracted a fever and there was fear for my life.”
“You see, we’ve just got to
get the ‘Nubian Nipple’ back to Ongeria where it was originally found and where
it belongs with Her Supreme Serenity, my dear momma. The ‘Nubian Nipple’ has
been worn by the brides of Ongerian royalty since time began. We have the girls
who stole it and sold it to Lola….”
Somethin’ chillin’ in
Merinda’s tone made me glad I was none of those thievin’ girls.
“So it wouldn’t really be a
murder you… I mean you and I would be committin’: just a deception that I was
down with a contagion and bound to stay hidden away in Ongeria, so as to
disguise that I am really over here”, Merinda continued.
“So: where do I fit in?” I
questioned.
“It needs someone on the
inside. Lola is lookin’ to pay the City a compliment for all it has done for
her…..” Merinda continued.
I gave her my ‘what the hell
do you know about Lola?’ look. Merinda fielded it and tossed it back to me.
“I know all about Lola. I
graduated at
“I know she’s tryin’ to make
all she’s done in the past, look legitimate now. Her latest ruse is that she’s
offered to provide and fund some ponygirls for the New Edingow Police
Department, ready for the annual autumn fall parade in
“So: where do I fit in?” I
innocented….
….and then the cent
dropped….
“Oh no you don’t!” I said.
“Oh no! No no no no no!”
“You’re an exceptionally
attractive girl” Merinda continued. “I read about your exploits on the
‘Titular’ magazine website. Gold medal and gold thong: the police department
would have you back from private eye anytime. They’d leap at the chance to have
you in their stables if you were to volunteer pony.”
I can’t tell a lie. As this
lady spieled her reel, I was blushin’ cos I was wishin’ I’d put on some panties
that mornin’ as I woulda done if it were not so darned hot. But I was wishin’
for panties now, cos I was salivatin’ at the thought of bein’ made pony…. I’d
gotten the fires of hell in my beelzebub and needed cool down…”
“I ain’t messin’ none with
the Lola-Dillinger mob”, I extinguishered. “Lola eats the likes of me for
breakfast and then craps them out same day dead. It’s way too big for little
ol’ me. I ain’t suicidal.”
“Since I went gumshoe, I got
a good business goin’. Even if Lola didn’t mincemeat me, she’s gotten contacts
as would ruinize me. I gotta have the cops on my side. Lola’s got top cops
lickin’ her slit. Soon as Lola got whisper I was lookin’ to trouble her some,
my P.I. licence would be confetti at a paper shredders’ weddin’”.
“No: I ain’t messin’ none
with the mob….”, I repeated.
“Not for one-million
dollars?” Merinda persuaded.
“You’d not be alone in
there. I’ve been breakin’ girls to pony since I was a young teen. We’d
volunteer as a package. You as the would-be pony, me as a trainer and chief
stable-girl. The NEPD are already in on this. They’ve let Lola know that this
package – you with me - is on offer for her gift to the City, without lettin’ Lola
know where the info came from. And don’t worry, only trustworthy cops know the
truth… Ophelia Snatch used to be your sergeantess I believe….”
“Captainess”, I corrected….
“Well, she’s certainly a
captain now, and still mighty proud of you Ima”…. Merinda manipulated.
“Okay. Supposin’… only
supposin’ I was to say ‘yes’ to this scheme: how does gettin’ me stable-stall
as a copette-ponygirl get us anywheres near your precious ‘Nubian Nipple’ ruby,
lessen Lola lets me wear it in my navel?” I dampened.
“I can think of no greater
honour for the ‘Nubian Nipple’ than that you should wear it Ima”, Merinda
sincered with her tiny bold-lipped mouth kissin’ out every word, as I blushed
red rose to my toes.
“Lola donated the cop’s
ponygirl stables. The stables are ground-floor of one of Lola’s
“There’s just one problem ……
How do we know Lola will not recognise you princess?” I doubtized.
“She will if you call me
‘princess’”, Merinda gentled with a smile that was pure love.
“Look Ima…. the theft of the
‘Nubian Nipple’ took place in Ongeria. You know of it because you’re an
efficient and effective private investigator keepin’ an eye on the newswires,
and with police contacts listin’ to you, both stolen property and its probable
recipients.”
“I’m afraid we had to
interrogate the thieves. When a girl’s hangin’ from the ceilin’ by her clit,
with a barbed-wire cat o’ nine-tails bein’ heated to red-hot ready to be used
on her tits, she soon tells the truth.”
“That truth is, that all
Lola knows is that she’s gotten this beautiful ruby; not where it comes from or
what its known as. Where it came from and what it is, made the newswires, but
it wasn’t news actually anywheres appearin’ in the
“A million dollars US?” I
asked for sureness.
“How about a million
Ongerian dollars…… and a kiss?” Merinda countered.
“But that’s half as much
again!” I exclaimed.
“And the kiss?” Merinda
queried as she rose to close my office door to secure our intimate privacy, and
worked her spider web veil up from over her adorable face.
As she came back toward me,
stood waitin’ as I was, I hung my head in pure ecstasy of anticipation. I
raised my eyes to look longingly into those of the lovin’ lovely princess, only
as I felt her sweet breath rufflin’ my foreheaded blonde fringe.
As Merinda looked steadily
haughtily at me, my eyes swung side-to-side wild with wantin’ focus on a love
that would not hurt me.
Then I offered my mouth for
whenever she might deign to anoint it with a prayer from her natural
constant-kiss-pose-poised negress’ lips.
“No Ima…..” Merinda honeyed.
“No Ima….. your other lips first…..”
……………
I was confused. Who wouldn’t
be? Three-months on and I was still awonderin’ why, I’d volunteered to go
undercover this way.
But, hey, I’d gotten other
problems now.
I seemed to be livin’ offa
porridge three times a day. It was great for me keepin’ my figure trim. It gets
a bit borin’ though. But, when you get to realisin’ that that is all your gonna
get to eat, lessen some bran or apple cores, or carrot tops, you eat it.
On my head, they were
keepin’ both sides my hair mown down like blonde corn-stubble, and lettin’ the
middle grow long, and then brushin’ the middle over one side, kinda like I hada
horse’s mane?
Merinda de Cabot-Ensaya had
charge over me, she was also teachin’ two pretty little copettes who were
innocent of the undercover mission we was on: Loretta and Nina: trainin’ them
as stable-girls, all at Lola’s expense, so she could donate the City with us as
part of her ‘gone clean from crime’ new image.
Merinda knew what she was
doin’ trainin’ pony, that I did know. There was, of course, some kinda deadline
they were aimin’ for: we were aimin’ for, save that I was now outta the
plannin’ loop, though not outta the plan.
Of course I asks Merinda and
the other stable-girls what was goin’ down, but they’d never answer, only put a
mark on a whiteboard, and then give my ass as many strap-whip lashes as is on
the whiteboard at the enda the day. So you’ll hafta ‘scuse me, that I soon
stopped askin’ none no more. That strap-whip really hurt, and so did the
bruises for days after.
I’d cry myself to sleep
after I’d been given a whippin’ by Merinda. She knew how to whip a girl
intimately, so as it really hurt.
I was in stables and slept
in a stall standin’ on straw.
Least I didn’t hafta worry
none about groomin’.
I coulda used some warm
water ‘stead of the cold they used, but Loretta and Nina would take me in the
yard ‘n hose me down and soap me head-to-foot every mornin’ at five o’ clock.
They kept my mane brushed on my head, and the curls round my sluice, and
brushed my teeth.
I was longin’ to have
Loretta or Nina trim my bikini-line and shave my legs and armpits, but they
seemed to be minded to let my armpits, my bush, and my legs go back to nature.
I hated that first off, but
I got to find it kinda beautiful when I could feel the fine gold filigree on my
thighs and calves a flutterin’ in the gentle breeze that blew the stables’
yard. And when it was cool mornin’s, I was mighty glad of the little hair my all-oestrogen-fuelled
very feminine body had on it.
Walkin’ in my shoes, I’d
gotten used to over that three months to now.
They were darned heavy
hangin’ on my big toes like they did. My big toes each had a shoe hangin’ from
it. All my other toes dangled free. They was free to dangle, cos the way my
shoes were fitted I had to be standin’ and walkin’, and even runnin’, right up
on tiptoe, full-time, all-time, lessen I wanted my big toes broke: which I did
not!
Each shoe I wore was of iron
and steel. My big toes were trapped in clamps. The top end was shaped like an
upside-down question mark ‘?’. Where the dot of the upside-down ‘?’ is, was
connected hollow tube, split one side, with a band around and a tightenin’
lock-screw.
So my big toes were pushed
into the hollow tube down to the second section of my toe, soas the first
section with my toenail was wigglin’ free still. Then the side-screws tightened
the split tube round the enclosed section of my big toe, keepin’ it
tight-gripped, soas to hold my hooves to my big toes permanent.
The first curved bit of the
upside-down ‘?’ was of springy steel, so it took some of the impact as I walked
trotted or ran in my heavy hooves.
Screwed to the middle of the
curved part of the spring-steel upside-down ‘?’ curved bit, was a solid heavy
circular hardwood block, weighted inside with lead.
These internally-weighted
hardwood blocks, had chamfered sides: sides slopin’ so that they were bigger
diameter nearer the ground than they were where my clamped big toes dangled
middle above their circular shape.
As I walked or whatevered
with these blocks on my feet, the spring in the upside-down ‘?’ was such that
my big toe ends would touch down on the block with every step, before springin’
up again when I lifted my pretty foot.
By this means: by means of
havin’ my big toes clamped to these heavy blocks, I stood or walked, or
trotted, with my feet pointin’ straight down; further spring in my steps bein’
provided by the arches of the soles of my bare feet, my legs bein’ locked in
beyond en pointe, more ballerinered than a pirouettin’ ballerina’s, and
one-hundred-percent-permanently up sky high, showin’ the full beauty in the
incredibly erotic shape this sculptured my long legs inta.
And nailed to the bottom of
each of the two heavy hardwood wooden block hooves clamped to my feet, were, as
befits a ponygirl, iron pony shoes.
I wore hooves with nailed-on
iron pony shoes on my tiptoed big toes. I was bein’ made ponygirl like Merinda
had said would happen when I accepted her case.
Of course I was tacked out
pony when I was bein’ trained.
Most time though, I only
wore my hooves and the steel stocks or cangue that kept my pretty arms
stretched-out helplessly cruciform.
Light-blue leather seemed to
be the theme of my harness. The cangue had a central neck-brace, a leather
tube, of thick leather, that held my chin up straight, so as I could only look
horizonwards. It braced my neck and held my chin soas I couldn’t turn my head neither
way.
The arms of this stocks was
curved soas they rested on my shoulders before stretchin’ out either side of me
to hold my arms up liken I was crucified. Only my wrists was through padlocked
leather wristlets at the ends of their spread, my elbows hung down a little in
the middle of each spread, and my pretty hands with their perfectly girlicured
nails, dangled down decorative but helpless at the ends.
When they was a trainin’ me,
they said I needed to be broken. They said I had too much sass and way too much
spirit and they would beat it outta me if’n I didn’t learn to obey. Even
Merinda went along with this.
I soon gotten used to the
head harness. Light-blue leather straps, and plenty of them, held a round shiny
and cold steel-bit between my teeth and over my tongue.
But sometimes when they were
angry with my progress bein’ lackin’, they’d make me wear a round ‘O’ bit they
called a ‘punishment bit’, so my jaw was stretched wide-open and so my tongue
was lollin’ about in my ‘O’ wide-opened mouth. And my jaw hurt terrible. And
havin’ my tongue like that would make me dribble saliva all day. It was true
horrible when they did that.
Of all the straps of my
normal head harness, one tied my bit hard back in my mouth, and another formed
a headband that buckled backa my head like the bit-strap did backa my neck.
Backa my head, these two
straps, bit and headband, were through loops in two more straps runnin’
vertical, that thus stopped my headband strap slippin’ offa my head.
Then two straps ran up to my
headband strap from my bit strap at the side of my lovely face over my
heaven-high cheekbones, and these held blinders / blinkers either side my
gentle hazel eyes.
The blinders were shaped
like reverse capitals ‘D’ with the flat side of the ‘D’ furthest from the side
of my head. My headband had a middle slot for some decorative plumes if’n they
were wanted, only I never wore none in trainin’.
The headband also had my
name on it. I’d gotten used to no longer bein’ ‘Ima Dike’. I’d had to. They’d
whip my ass if’n I didn’t answer to what they called my ‘pony name’.
To my stable-girls, Loretta
and Nina, and all those lookin’ after me in the stables, I was now ‘Hotcrack’,
and it said as much in a plaque over my stall as wellas the band crossin’ my
forehead when I was in my bridle.
Merinda and the two rookie
copettes showed no mercy breakin’ me.
Every day all the daylight
hours for the past three months I’d been in a high walled field neighbourin’
the stable yard goin’ round and round and round in a circle in my hooves, my
cruciform neck-brace, and my bridle with bit: sometimes the punishment bit.
Merinda put me through basic
ponygirl trainin’ whilst breakin’ my spirit same time.
Loretta, Nina, and even
Merinda herself would oversee me learnin’ to walk, trot, run, and lope to voice
command.
I was tethered by a rein on
one side of my mouth-bit to an arm above my head that came out of a central
rotatin’ pony trainer. The only time they would unhitch me, was when they
wanted me go the other way: clockwise instead of anticlockwise, or elsen vice
versa.
And they didn’t mess none.
If I took a wrong step or stumbled or didn’t go the right pace or gotten tired,
they whipped my ass with a four-foot long strap-whip that had a kiss like a
million hornets’ stingin’ ya.
In my early days they
slapped my ass with that darned whip till my bruises bruises had bruises on
their bruises bruises.
Hot or cold, rain or shine,
they drove me and drove me and drove me clip-cloppin’ round and round and
round, and flogged my ass into the next state if’n I showed any twitch of
resistance.
I’d never knowed it was to
be this real. It was. I was bein’ really made pony and no reservation.
I thought I was fit afore I
was bein’ made pony, but this trainin’ found me short.
To get my legs in trim, they
put obstacles around my circuit. And I hadta leap several hurdles the tops of
which were wrapped around with barbed wire: so god help my soft smooth flawless
feminine flesh if’n I didn’t clear hurdle right each time, every time.
I suffered too from ‘tit
slap’. I’m a big girl up top, and runnin’ nude, despite my arms bein’ uplifted,
my tits, bein’ all as nature provided, would flip flop on my chest as I jumped
and trotted.
I’m a firm girl, but my tits
rest natural with their undersides on my middle chest. Without a bra to
restrain them, they went wild as I was made to walk, trot, run, and leap
hurdle, rollin’ on my chest and liftin’ flippin’ and flappin’ and slappin’
down. And I woulda never complained none, cos I loved this happenin’ cos it
reminded me all the time I was bein’ tortured that I was a girl.
At night they tethered me
standin’ in my stall cos I had to sleep standin’ up now I was ponygirled.
My hooves stayed on 24/7,
but they took my arm holder off.
They also took off my bridle
till I’d eaten and drank some. They girlackled my wrists behind me though, so I
had to eat and drink water with my mouth and tongue alone, outta troughs in my
stall.
Then they put a rubber gag
bit ‘tween my teeth, and tethered me to the ceilin’ of my stall, with my hands
still girlackled behind my back, so I couldn’t pleasure myself none, and my
ankles girlackled close. That’s the position in which I hadta learn to sleep,
and it ain’t easy to sleep standin’ up: believe me!
…………………
My teachin’ to be pony meant
I hadta also learn to piss and shit animal.
I just hadta piss and shit
when and where I could. And I’d piss the straw in my overnight stall, and it’d
eventually end up tricklin’ down and twirlin’ round my curvy legs’ thighs and
calves, but would never be enough to wash it off if I’d shit on myself, as
that’d cake my asshole, my thighs and my calves, stinkin’ all night as I tried
to sleep.
That was real horrible for
me, but I knew I hadta get used to it.
“Well how’s it goin’ with
‘Hotcrack’, Merinda?” I heard a voice I knew to be the true spit and tonsil of
Lola herself one mornin’ late on in my breakin’-in as a pony.
I shifted in my stall, well
behind her and outta her sight, all disturb on accounta the presence of my
sponsor, and wantin’ to see what she looked like.
I now listened intent, like
a good private dick should, and neighed not a word.
Merinda’s sweet contralto
purr came next.
“Hotcrack is comin’ on real
well. Loretta and Nina have done most the work, with my guidin’ oversight.”
“We’ve got a good pair of
stable-girls there.”
“We’re gonna train Hotcrack
to the tit-reins startin’ this mornin’. We start now to mix a bit of kindness
to go with the punishment. It usually brings them on in leaps and bounds; or
should that be ‘trots and lopes’?”
“I got an hour before I need
report to business….”, said the voice I just somehowed was Lola’s.
“’Fraid you won’t see much
in that hour, bar god’s own beauty bein’ hosed down for to start her day. But,
if we get a move on, maybe midday you’ll get to see how she reacts to the
tit-reins and if she’s gonna learn them quick or slow”, Merinda mused.
“Okay. I’ll skip it for now,
and maybe drop in lunchtime” says Lola.
“That’ll be fine. But
Hotcrack’ll still be learnin’ tit-rein obedience then. It’ll go on all day”,
says Merinda.
And I sobs quietly, no
longer feelin’ such a brave P.I. no more. Not sure how much more of this
torture I can take despite the million dollars headin’ for my bank account.
But I have my pride and I
don’t show how I’m feelin’ as they hose me down in the stable yard, payin’
attention to gettin’’ my overnight shit offa my now fine-soft-gold-hair-down
covered legs.
And a new determination to
be the bestest ponygirl in the US of A comes over me. And I don’t know what
they’re gonna teach me next, but I’m darn well gonna show them I can learn and
learn good.
And I’m put in my arm
spreader again, and a new bridle with a mouth-bit I ain’t had afore.
It was real horrible that
bit. It was like my normal trainin’ bit. It was round in profile and straight
solid steel. But it was longer and stuck out either sidea my mouth. And what
was horrible, real horrible, was that there was a slot right through the middle
of the bit. And, as it was slid into my mouth, I was made to put my tongue
through that slot, soas when they tied this new mouth-bit at the backa my neck,
my tongue was imprisoned with only its tip stickin’ out.
Merinda explained to the
stable-girls she was also trainin’ that this was what was called a ‘good-girl’
bit, cos it ensured a supersensitivity of the mouth to commands from reins,
if’n mouth-reins was to be used. But that even if the pony was to be in
tit-reins, the extra sensitivity of the mouth was of benefit: not least if she
was to pull a cart and would thus be at some distance from her driver.
And they was strappin’ this
at the back of my neck, and fittin’ the rest of my new bridle with
side-blinders, and headband with my name: ‘Hotcrack’ in bold red on the
light-blue leather they are harnessin’ me in as ever.
And I’m feelin’ even less
brave now.
And this ‘good-girl’ bit has
got two rings, one on each end, where each end juts out wider than my pretty
face. These ‘Os’ are standin’ wider than the cheeks of my lovely face. And
Merinda’s gotten two gold rings in her hands and she’s teachin’ Loretta and
Nina as she’s tackin’ me out pony.
“Now take a close look at
these” Merinda says to Loretta and Nina, “As you’ll see, each of these rings
has a spring steel spike leadin’ down from where there is a hinge to complete
the ring’s circle. The spike is bifurcated, I mean it is split into two.”
“Now then. There is a clamp
around the end of the bifurcated spike just at present ……there……do you see? It
has a little side handle see? And…… And…. As….. as I slide that clamp up the
forked spike….see!”
“Did you see that as well
Loretta? See. I slide the clamp up toward the nipple-ring, and the bifurcated
spike opens out in opposite directions like a flower openin’ its petals, and
then….. Then…..if I can just get a hold of it… this one’s new and a bit stiff….
That’s got it. Then it comes back together again, when I slide the clamp toward
the tip of the needle: …. just… hang on….. Right…. There…. Like that see?”
“Now, we introduce the tip
of the needle into Hotcrack’s’ nipple’s milk-hole so….and we push the needle in
as we slide the clamp up, and the needle bifurcates inside of Hotcrack’s’
breast as the needle pierces her delightful flesh, and she ends up with a ring
danglin’ from her right nipple….. like……. there we are….. like….hold her……
yep…. that’s got it…. like so: see?”
With my head held up by my
neck cangue and my side blinkers, all I knew of what Merinda was doin’ to my
tit, was the pain as the needle went into the milk-hole in my nipple and then
bit into my inner tit as the one needle divided and curved into two to grip
inside my tit to hold the ring firm up against the central tip of my huge pink
nipple.
And I’m feelin’ frightened
now.
“Okay now Loretta, would you
like to fit the nipple-bit to Hotcrack’s left tit please?”
And Loretta tries to be
gentle insertin’ the dividin’ needle into my left nipple to hold a ring in that
nipple. It hurts me all the more for that, and her bein’ inexpert of course,
and Nina and Merinda are havin’ to hold tight on the lead-reins fixed to the
‘Os’ either side of my good-girl bitted mouth, as I dance a sexy ‘clip-clop’
with my strong shapely legs on the cobblestone paved stable yard.
“You take this lead-rein now
please Loretta. Hotcrack seems a bit frisky this mornin’,” says Merinda.
And then she continues:
“These here are the tit-reins. Now, you’ll see immediately that they are not
strictly ‘reins’, as in plural, at all. In reality they are one rein, with
dog-leash like clips at either end. This particular one is a trainin’ rein.
Real reins vary in length in accordance with whether the pony is to be ridden
solo, or to pull cart solo, or to be teamed up with other ponygirls to pull
carriage”.
“Now, you’ll have to turn
around to watch me as I go behind Hotcrack, and feed one dogclipped end through
the left side ‘O’ - the ring at one side of her mouth-bit, and….there we
go….the other end with dogclip, through the ‘O’ ring at the left side of
Hotcrack’s very pretty mouth.”
“And finally……..let me get
front again……..and finally….darn… Slip that end of the tit-reins through again
will you Nina, if’n you can do that and hold Hotcrack steady at the same time
sweetheart…”
“Thank you Nina. …. Now, and
finally we open each dogclip and clip the ends of the tit-reins to the rings in
Hotcrack’s nipples….. just like…. yea….. ooops…. no…. got it again…. yea… just
like that.”
“Now, I think we can take
the holdin’ reins offa Hotcrack’s mouth-bit, and we’ll walk her around to teach
her, and show you, the tit-reins.”
“Let me show you and her
whilst she’s stationary first though.”
“The principles are simple.
It’s two tugs for up, and one tug for down, save turnin’ is multi-tugs” says
Merinda.
“That’s confusin’ isn’t it?
So, let’s go through it step by individual step.”
“You don’t need to be harsh.
I pull gently but firmly on the right side of the rein, and it lifts Hotcrack’s
right tit. I pull on the left side of the rein and it lifts Hotcrack’s left
tit.”
“With Hotcrack havin’ two
tits, one left and one right, that is how you give Hotcrack orders to turn left
or right when you’ve already gotten her in motion.”
“Only with her tits
naturally bouncin’ when she’s in motion, you need to be sure she’s gettin’ the
signal and not just experiencin’ her natural bare-tit flip-flops. So, for a
right hand turn, you give her right tit a series of pulls right-up like this,
so her nipple is pulled right up beyond vertical - back toward her chest and
then let go again. See? One, two, three, four, or more…like that….. only not
slow like I’ve just done to show you, but quick strong firm but gentle tugs
like this: ‘one-two-three-four’ see?”
“And you stop the tuggin’
when she’s obeyed and turned enough. And that way she’ll know she has to stop
turnin’ in the direction of the tit you are tuggin’, and go straight ahead once
again.”
“Don’t forget, a ponygirl
relies entirely on its driver for instruction. She has been broken to total
obedience, and will trot slap bang into a brick wall lessen you instruct her to
turn or stop!”
“Now: the two tugs versus
one business.” Merinda continued as I blushed in deep down shame.
“To get Hotcrack to go, it
is two swift tugs on both her tits at once, like this. She’ll then walk. Two
more swift sharp tugs, and she’ll know she has to trot. Two more, and she’ll
obey the order to run”, Merinda explained.
“Finally, you need to get
her down the gears.”
“So, when she’s runnin’, a
single swift firm tug on both tits together, will take her back to trot. And
another single swift firm tug when she’s trottin’, will take her back to walk.
Just like that….see?”
“Of course, you won’t
necessarily have time to go down the gears one-by-one when you want her to
stop. So to stop her at any time and from any pace, walk, trot, or run, you
simply pull up both her tits hard and high and hold them hard and high….. like
this!” Merinda concluded as she demonstrated with my beautiful breasts.
Perhaps you can imagine the
effect this was havin’ on me, it was so downright cruel demeanin’ dehumanisin’
and insultin’!
No: I was not wild with
anger, nor was my spirit so broken I wished I could die.
Far from it. Far from
either.
No: I was blushin’, not with
pent up anger, but because at this demonstration of how completely I was to be
used and abused as an object, rather than an animal let alone a human girl, my
succubus was sassed-up with girl-juice wetter than the Nile delta.
And just as this foul use of
my body aroused that body to wet my ‘tween legs sluice, so too it whirled my
mind so I wondered if’n I was goin’ crazy that this total abuse and vile
torture should turn me on so.
……………
Next day, extra care was
seemin’ly taken with my washin’ and groomin’, and it was about ten of the
mornin’ when they put me in my new bridle with the good-girl bit holdin’ my
tongue clamped prisoner.
And I’m in my arm stretch
stocks or cangue holdin’ my arms out cruciform with my pretty hands danglin’
decoratively helpless with my wrists in cuffs at the end of the cangue’s arms.
With my good-girl bridle still havin’ side-blinder blinkers soas I can only
look straight ahead, and not look down neither, cos of my neck brace holdin’ my
chin up.
And they’ve checked the
nipple-rings were firmly inta my tits.
And a brass band strikes up
outside after three bangs on a big bass drum that startles me.
But they calm me as the band
plays practice. And their brass is cold, and squawks outta tune and the music
keeps stoppin’ and startin’?
And they put somethin’ round
my waist and pull it very very tight. It’s a light-blue leather belt I’ve seen
as my stable-girls pass it to Merinda. And there are, danglin’-loose, straps
front and backa me: danglin’ from this waist belt I heard Merinda call a
‘harness’.
One danglin’ strap tickles
the valley in my butt’s cheeks. The other danglin’ strap is in fronta my, by
now grown very hairy succubus, with my unkempt tight blonde pubic curls bein’
all over my lower belly and the inside tops of my delicious thighs.
And they’re bashin’ that
bass drum again as the band tunes up once more.
And they’re slidin’ two
garters up my beautiful left thigh: one to stockin’ top height, ‘ceptin I ain’t
wearin’ no stockings of course, and one just above my bent-locked-back-and-thus
And I can feel somethin’
firm at the side of my left thigh held there by my upper garter, and somethin’
danglin’ side-o’-my-left-knee from my lower garter.
And they screw-fit a
one-foot-long round cold steel dildo to the strap that is presently ticklin’ my
ass.
And they screw-fit a
one-foot-long round cold steel dildo to the strap that is presently fronta my
hairy sluice.
And botha these dildos is
two-inches across diameter.
And they purposely make sure
as I see these dildos and how massive they is. And Merinda calls them my
ass-bit and my twat-bit.
And I’m fightin’ the
lead-rein they’re holdin’ me steady with outta fear I can’t take such massive
things insidea my body.
And they fight to control
me. And they put another lead-rein on my mouth-bit and pull both lead-reins
hard so it really hurts my trapped tongue. And that forces me to stand still
cos I don’t want my tongue hurt no more.
And they’re greasin’ the
dildos and they’re forcin’ the rear one up my ass and it’s hurtin’ oh god it’s
hurtin’ its hurtin’ oh please stop it’s hurtin’ and they put the front one
insidea my succubus and they push that up me and I scream.
And they join the two straps
together. And they fight to pull the back strap through the buckle on the front
strap to buckle the straps ‘tween my thighs in my perineum.
And it’s hard and they fight
me. And the dildos are goin’ right up me, twelve-inches inta me all the way
inta me. And I’m wettin’ my beelzebub at front as they get them all the way in
and fasten the strap tight-buckled at my perineum to hold them right up hard
inta me.
And I’ve got twelve-inch of
dildo up my ass and twelve-inch of dildo up my succubus. And they’re hurtin’
me! And they’re hurtin’ me! And they’re hurtin’ me! All time constant those
massive dildos are hurtin’ me!!
And they fit a couplin’ hoop
to the strong buckle of the strap ‘tween my wonderful thighs: the strap holdin’
the dildos in me.
And the couplin’ clip is
firm at its middle to the buckle of the strap holdin’ my asshole and my
succubus dildos hard and full up me.
And the band outside the
stable walls, bashes bass drum again.
And I hear lotsa women
chattin’ and gigglin’ and high heels a clickin’ as if to a gatherin’.
And they put long tit-reins
on me, clippin’ them to my nipple-rings: the rings at the ends of my
nipple-bits.
And I’m ordered walk. And
I’m a good girl, so I walk. And as I walk I can feel the dildos rotatin’
forward and back again, with the natural gait of my girl-walk now become my
pony walk as my succubus and my ass’ sphincter chew on them.
And I’m really terrified as
I see they are leadin’ me to a two-wheeled chariot, with huge wood-spoked
wood-rimmed rubber-tyred wheels: wheels that mustbe four-foot diameter.
And a seat for two is slung
over its non-rotatin’ axle ‘tween the massive wheels. And the seat is on cart
springs for a comfortable ride for driver and passenger. And there is a long
black carriage whip with its handle in an upright tube holder ready for the
driver.
And the chariot has a single
round-profile steel shaft some six-feet from cart to end-of-shaft where there
is a couplin’.
And the band sounds better
as it plays a practice tune almost all through.
And they put tall
colour-dyed real feathers as plumage in the headband front where it names me
‘Hotcrack’ ‘cross my forehead. And there are three long tall feathers. And the
feathers are patriotic red, white, and blue.
And they make me turn. And
I’m fartin’ with fear past my ass dildo as they fasten the shaft of the cart to
the couplin’ fastened to the strap over my perineum, the strap holdin’ the
massive dildos in me.
And I’m now tethered to the
chariot. And I can only look front. And I see that the big doors leadin’ out
into New Edingow City’s Central Park are openin’. And I realise it’s Autumn
Parade time, hence the band and the crowd a gatherin’.
And I feel movement in the
shaft of the chariot I’m tethered to. And I realise someone’s gettin’’ in. and
I hear voices talkin’ and just know my driver is Captainess Ophelia Snatch, and
her passenger the Chiefette of the New Edingow Police herself.
And Merinda strokes my mane
and tells me to be brave. And she says: “Make New Edingow proud of you
Hotcrack”.
And Captainess Ophelia
Snatch has hold my tit-reins and, with me bein’ six-feet away, is tensionin’
them soas to be sure she is pullin’ my tits to communicate with the pony, that
is me pullin’ the chariot.
And I’m peein’ out fronta me
with fear. And it’s splashin’ on the cobbles of the stable yard.
And Captainess Ophelia
Snatch tugs both my tits up sharp twice and cracks the carriage whip real expert-like
over my head and calls “Gee-Upp!”.
And I’m walkin’, I’m
walkin’, and I’m pullin’ the chariot like a good little pony.
And I’m bein’ headed outta
the stable gates.
And as I’m walkin’ the strap
‘tween my stupendously powerful thighs is pullin’ fore and back. And the dildos
are thus goin’ in and out, and in and out, and in and out, of my lower love
orifices.
And I’ve pulled the chariot
outta the stables’ gates. And the crowd is a cheerin’. And my reins is tugged
twice, so my tits are both tugged up twice at once. And the crowd lets out the
loudest of loud cheers as I’m now trottin’.
And my legs tiptoed on my
big toes clamped in my pony shoe irons have never looked longer nor stronger
nor shapelier nor sexier. And my butt is rock firm with huge soft side-dimples
from my legs bein’ skyscraper high. And my beautiful hazel eyes are sparklin’
as they look obediently at the horizon. And my tits are slappin’ on my chest.
And the whip is cracked over my head to remind me that I’m in its reach, and that
it can kiss my ass if I don’t be a good girl.
And I hear the band now
playin’ up fronta marchin’ parade. And behind the band leadin’ the parade
marchin’ in their tiptoe booties and their light-blue shirts and no bras and no
skirts, with all the paraphernalia on their tight waist belts, and flashin’
their light-blue thongs and their cheeky bare asses as they wiggle with their
bare breasts under their shirts rollin’ and rockin’ and jumpin’ to the beat of
the march, which they march to the beat of the band, are all of New Edingow’s
Girl-Control copettes.
And I’m trottin’ up
alongside them now towin’ that cart. And the captainess tugs repeat on my left
tit with the tit-rein. And I pull the chariot left.
And she pulls on my right
tit repeat and I pull the chariot right.
And she gives a single sharp
tug on both my tits. And I slow to a walk.
And I’m leadin’ the parade
just behind the marchin’ band at a marchin’ pace loose-limbed trot-walk. And my
titties are slappin’ my chest, and the dildos are fuckin’ me, in and out, and
in and out, and in and outta my love orifices, and rotatin’ back and fore, back
and fore, as my asshole and my beelzebub grind on them with my walkin’.
And the band is playin’ ‘The
Stars and Stripes Forever’.
And a loud speaker is goin’
with a famous-on-TV woman givin’ a commentary. And she’s sayin’:
“And the honour of leadin’
the traditional spring parade of New Edingow’s finest this year, has switched
from the fire service to the New Edingow Police Department.”
“It bein’ the NEPD’s turn to
front-up this year, it was for them to choose which of their branches should
lead the parade.”
“And given that honour, the
highest honour in the parade, are the beautiful copettes of the Girl-Control
Division.”
“And we pay homage to these
brave copettes who patrol our streets day and night to keep naughty girls in
check and maintain the streets for respectable women.”
“And the rightfully proudest
among these proud girls today, is leadin’ the parade.”
“Ladies: let’s hear an extra
round of applause for ‘Hotcrack’ the first ponygirl to be provided by a sponsor
and to be funded by donation to pull the first Copette-Cart delivered to the
Girl-Control Division to add high mobility as a vital aid to the work of the
Girl-Control copettes in this fast movin’ post-oil world!”
“As you will see this high
speed Copette-Cart seats the Girl-Control Captainess of Police, and her boss,
the Chiefette of the whole of the New Edingow Police.”
“That of course is just for
today. After this parade, the Copette-Cart will become an integral part of
Girl-Control’s equipment.”
“See how well it is
designed, and how the beautiful pony has been so well trained to obedience: the
beautiful fully trained ponygirl, Hotcrack, havin’ her first outin’ in public
here today.”
“But see how the carriage
whip is still to hand for the driver, if the pony needs to be reminded of her
duties. Let us hope for the sake of Hotcrack, that the carriage whip does not
have to be used on her today.”
And then she seemed to lose
track of what she had already said, or else another TV station came online,
needin’ her to repeat herself:
“And finally, more finally
still, give a rousin’ cheer to ‘Hotcrack’ the astoundin’ly beautiful ponygirl
leadin’ the parade so deservedly proudly.”
“Ladies: Hotcrack was also
once a Girl-Control copette. But, in the finest traditions of the all-American
copette, though she had left the force, when she heard that there was a cryin’
need for ponygirls to pull the Copette-Carts Girl-Control was to be issued
with, now the last of the gas fuelled cars has had to be scrapped, Hotcrack was
the very first girl to volunteer to have her spirit broken and be trained as a
fully obedient copette-ponygirl.”
“Ladies: Hotcrack will
continue to serve her full resumed career as a copette; though she will not be
paid a wage of course.”
“As Hotcrack is a retuned
copette, you’ll see she wears her New Edingow Police warrant-shield badge on
the dark-blue garter on her magnificent left thigh.”
“And also on her fabulous
left thigh, below that warrant shield, Hotcrack proudly wears the gold garter
this former human won for bravery workin’ undercover when she was a rookie
copette.”
“Ladies, Hotcrack’ mom and
her three very pretty sisters are here among this crowd today to see the
daughter and the loveliest of the sisters lead this parade.”
I was astounded by this
news! Astounded and horrified!! But I realised that, if my true mission to be
gotten to the inside of Lola’s mansion soas to rescue the ‘Nubian Nipple’ ruby
was to be disguised, reality had to seem. Accordingly, Merinda had had Ophelia
Snatch brief my mom and my kid sisters, and give them free front row tickets to
the parade.
“Wherever you are in this
massive audience today ma’am, you have every reason to be the proudest mom in
New Edingow, America, or even the Universe, and why not, as your astoundin’ly
outstandin’ly lovely daughter, now a fully broken obedient copette-ponygirl,
leads this glorious parade.”
And even among the noise of
the brass band and the clip-clop of my pony hooves, I heard the voices of
Lulabell, and Amour, and Capriccio, my three kid-sisters, and I saw their
lovely faces, and my mom’s face, and my mom and them wavin’ their little
plastic stars ‘n stripes as I trot closer, and they are cheerin’ me, and my mom
is cryin’ with pride. And I feel the dark-blue garter on my left thigh gently
pressin’ the bottom of the shield-shaped gold-coloured metal New Edingow Police
warrant badge onto my firm light-gold-hair decorated smooth thigh flesh. And
below it I feel the light pressure of the gold garter on my powerful and curvy
left thigh just below my copette’s warrant badge and just above my dimpled
knee, with its danglin’ gold medallion swingin’ and tappin’ my gorgeous left
knee as I trot-walked obediently pullin’ the Copette-cart, as is to be my
pretend destiny from now onwards. And the massive dildos were goin’ in and out,
and in and out, and in and out of my love holes, and twistin’ to and fro, and
to and fro, insidea me. And as the crowd, and my fellow copettes, and my mom,
and my three sisters are cheerin’ me, I am so darned proud!
And as I trot-walk closer to
my sisters Lulabell, and Amour, and Capriccio, and my proudest of proud proud
moms, my very own super-proud mom waves to me and calls out soas I can hear her
clear as crystal, even above the noise of the crowd and the band thumpin’ outta
stomp march. And as my mom is callin’ as I’m gettin’ closer her and my sisters
right by where they can all see me in my bondage with my head in a bridle, and
a bit through my mouth, and my tongue lewdly stickin’ outta the middle of that
bit, and heavy hooves on my feet, and my pony shoes nailed to my hooves beatin’
out a ‘clip-clop’ ‘clip-clop’ ‘clip-clop’ on the concrete of the road, and my
arms hung out like I was crucified, and my bein’ fastened to the shaft of a
cart that is fixed to a couplin’ ‘tween my legs so I have to pull it, and my
driver havin’ a whip to beat me if’n I don’t do as I’m told, and long reins
fixed to my bare tits so my tits can be pulled to tell me to turn right or turn
left, or go or stop or walk or trot or run. And I hear my mom call me, her own
daughter. Her own daughter tricked whipped deceived whipped imprisoned whipped
worked whipped bound whipped broken whipped trained whipped confined in heavy
bondage whipped made to do the work of an animal whipped made to pull a cart
under threat of bein’ whipped made to wear a bit and hooves or be whipped and
the reins fastened to her tits to tell her what to do…the reins on her tits….
the reins on my tits … the ultimate and final dehumanisin’ degradin’
humiliation of my havin’ my breasts fixed to reins so that my breasts are used
to signal my orders through my breasts through my beautiful breasts to my body
to my brain… my breasts are bein’ used to give orders to my brain, my breasts
are fastened to reins so I can be ordered what to do through them pullin’ on my
beautiful breasts …. to tell me what to do, what I must obey without question
or be whipped. And I’m now passin’ right by close and within full seein’ of my
mom and Lulabell, Amour, and Capriccio. And I hear my mom cheerin’ and a
callin’ out: “We all love you darlin’! We’re so proud of you my angel! We’re so
proud of my little girl leadin’ this parade. Lulabell, and Amour, and Capriccio
are so very proud of their beautiful sister! My darlin’ girl! My beautiful
daughter! We all love you!! We all love you!! We all love you Hotcrack!!” And I
cum!! And I cum!! And I cum!! And I cum!! And I cum!! Right in fronta my mom
and my sister Lulabell, and my sister Amour, and my sister Capriccio, I have
multi-multi-multi-orgasms in open public and right in fronta my mom and my
sisters!! But, though I can clear see that my youngest sister, Capriccio, knows
what’s a happenin’ to me and is somehow jealous, I never break step nor show as
I’m havin’ massive multi-cums, cos I know I have to obey, because I’m for now
the proudest of the New Edingow Police Department Girl-Control Division
copette-ponygirls, enjoyin’ ashamed enjoyin’ ashamedly, enjoyin’ enjoyin’
enjoyin’ the massivest of massive massive cums in fronta my mom and my sisters,
my sisters and my mom!!
[to be continued]
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