The Breeding Grounds

            Jake opened his eyes only to be greeted by a blurry image of what he thought was his bedroom. Still groggy, he raised a hand to his face so he could give his eyes a good wake-up rub. As his vision cleared, a few articles of clothing were the first to come into view. He looked up to find that he was laying on the couch in his living room. Had Jake been your average guy, he would have thought that was odd, as the last place he remembered being was in his bed. But Jake wasn’t your ordinary guy.

            Jake was a popular guy, always the talk of the town. Everywhere he went the girls would swoon over him. Jake didn’t like to admit it, but he loved it. Being the center of attention was what he lived for, but he always played it off as if oblivious to the looks he received. Jake was above average in every way. While most people found blue eyes and blonde hair to be the perfect combination, everyone who came in contact with Jake found themselves unable to concentrate on anything but his deep brown hair, and perfect blue eyes. They would catch your eye with that deep blue outer ring, and draw you in further as they faded to a lighter, softer blue. His hair was always on the shorter side, but still long enough that he could style it in a variety of ways. Sometimes he would spike it up match his age group, and other times he would wear it down with class.

            Jake almost always wore business attire, as he was fresh out of college and was finally given an upper hand in his father’s business. See, Jake was not only working for his father, but he was to inherit the business upon his father’s passing. It was his father’s job to make sure Jake would be prepared in every way. His father was the proud owner of the largest marketing firm in the state, and he wanted Jake to be ready to take over the business long before his passing, preferably within the next year or two. This gave Jake at least one more year to enjoy his youth before fully submitting to the working world. For the time being, Jake would grow with the business on a mere part-time basis, so as to give him time to easily transition from having free time to “all work, no play”.

            Jake sat up, looked around, and as best as he could tell, he had done more than simply sleep all night. Furniture was rearranged, clothing was strewn across the room, and he had been sleeping under the couch cushions. His best guess was that he had simply sleepwalked yet again. Over the past few years they had been getting worse. It started with waking up in odd positions in the same room, and had now escalated to waking up in different rooms altogether. Many years ago his friend had recommended a doctor to help him with the insomnia he had developed from working to hard on classwork. Not long after, his insomnia was cured with a little help from some prescription sleeping pills, but as time went by he occasionally found himself waking up to find items misplaced or his body facing the opposite direction on the bed. He couldn’t help but think that something was a bit odd, but he refused to mention it to anyone out of fear that they would switch him to a less effective sleep aid, or even leave him back on square one with the insomnia. No matter, today’s incident wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so he brushed it off and headed to the gym.

            Jake spent his days working out and hanging with friends. He was 22 and in good shape. He was thin and well toned, not muscular, but enough tone to show off the start of a six-pack. He had a hint of Native American in his blood, which left him with a good skin tone and an easy tan after only a few minutes in the sun. Why spend time in a tanning bed when you can easily walk the beach and grab a tan all while catching the ladies’ attention. The beach was usually where he made the best catch, but not today.

            Jake met Melissa at the gym. She was a moderately tall, slender brunette. She caught his eyes from across the room, and yet she moved forward to make the first move. They talked a bit and agreed to meet at his house later on for a midnight fling. Little did he realize that she had been sent on a mission, and he was her target.

            It was 11:30 and Jake had just gotten out of the shower. He found it very refreshing, and rather than getting dressed, he felt it better to just lounge around in the nude while he awaited her arrival. To pass the time he decided to get up and make a cup of coffee. He didn’t want to be tired during her visit. He had just added sugar to his coffee when he checked the time and realized it was 10 of midnight. He took a few sips of his coffee and headed up to the bedroom. He decided to take the few minutes fluffing himself in preparation, as he had already told her he would leave the door unlocked for her. He was picturing her hot little body undressing before his eyes. She was wearing a little red dress that hugged her every curve. He could see the ring of her nipples through the material. She stood there and looked deep into his eyes as she slid her hand down her thigh and proceeded to slowly lift the skirt to her voluptuous hip. He saw a glisten on her leg as a lick of her juices escaped and began its gentle journey down her leg. Just as she started to drop the straps…he heard the click of his front door and the click of heels walking up the stairs. The door to his room quietly opened, and there she stood. Not quite wearing what he had imagined, but certainly still just as flattering. He was ready for anything she could throw at him.

 

            I watched Melissa from across the street as she entered Jake’s room. She was doing just as we had asked. I watched as she proceeded to undress and speak silently to Jake through her body. She positioned him in front of the window, from the side, and proceeded to give him the best blow job of his life. I was pleased with her ability to follow orders. We may have to keep her in mind for future stock. She could be a very good investment.

            I pulled out my pair of binoculars and proceeded to watch from a distance. He certainly had the looks, the educated background, and well on his way to wealth and popularity, but did he have the potential stamina and desirable features necessary? That is what I was here to find out. I watched as he thrusted forward, enjoying every moment of it. In and out, deeper and deeper. Melissa pulled back and proceeded with just her hands. This was what I had been waiting for. It was the perfect time to examine what I had come to see. He certainly had ample girth, and he was slightly above average in length, but we could easily fix that. I had seen enough. I reported my observations back to Jasmine, and left the two to finish what they had started.

 

            I lay there next to Melissa and could not believe what I had just experienced. She was the best blow I had ever had. I asked for her number before she left so that I could call her in the future if I ever felt the need for her services. She walked down the stairs and I heard the click of the door as she closed it securely after walking out. I turned over, still in disbelief, and drifted off into a quiet slumber.

            I bolted awake at the sound of a loud knock at my front door. I scoured the floor for my boxers and leaped down the stairs in a rush to see who could possible be here so early in the morning. I then glanced at the clock to see it was actually noon.

            “Coming!”, I yelled as I skidded across the floor and around corners.

            I opened the door to be greeted by a couple, possibly in their late 20’s, and very formally dressed.

            “Hello there, Jake. Let me introduce myself; I’m Jasmine, and this is Darrin. We received word from your good friend John that you may be interested in donating sperm. We take only the finest specimens, and they go to couples in need. May we come in?”, Jasmine asked as she proceeded to step forward, hoping to subconsciously force Jake to invite them in. Jake stepped aside to let them in, and closed the door behind them. He directed them to the den where they took a seat. He didn’t quite know why John would have talked to anyone about it, but he had been considering selling his sperm…not exactly a donation. He figured he would at least hear them out. After all, it could be a good way for easy cash.

            “As you know, we’re here in regards to seminal donations. Our clients pay top dollar for the best genes money can buy. We frequently receive donations, but only the best ever make money. Your average clinic will pay $50 per sample. However, we would like to make you an offer we hope you will not refuse.” Jasmine quieted as she readjusted her legs. As she separated her legs, Jake caught a glimpse of a purple pair of panties. In his quick glimpse, he thought something didn’t look quite right, but it may have just been the light.

            Darrin proceeded to pick up where Jasmine left off. “We are prepared to offer you the best price for your services. All we ask is that you sign-on with us as a full-time donor. We promise that you will be very well compensated.”

            “This sounds like easy money,” Jake said, “but I can’t help but think that it must be a scam of some sort. I have never heard of seminal recruiters, and certainly none that seek out the donors.”

            “Jake,” Jasmine shifted, and proceeded in a calm and sultry manner, “we can offer you full compensation. More than you could possibly make in such a short amount of time. We merely ask for a 6 month commitment. I promise you that you will enjoy your time as a donor with us. We will provide you with a place to live, and we will continue to pay your current home bills while you are away.” Jasmine pulled out a file and pulled from it what looked like a contract. “All you need to do is sign here, and we will take care of the rest.”

            Jake took a moment to ponder his current situation. He realized that this was probably every man’s dream; getting full compensation for jacking off. He started reading the contract. He saw mention of his general health, how he would be under the care of their physicians. He would be required to work with a physical trainer. He skimmed a bit more and made the assumption that this couldn’t be all that bad. He skipped reading the remainder of the contract and signed on the dotted line.

            “Where is your facility located?” Jake asked. “It would be nice to know where I’m going so I can grab directions. When do I start?”

            “Sorry to make such a request, but may I ask to use your bathroom?” Darrin asked.

            “It’s up the stairs and to the left” Jake responded. While Darrin was using the bathroom, Jasmine proceeded with her response.

            “We will send a limo to pick you up later tonight. I suggest you get some rest prior to its arrival. We will ring the doorbell three times when we arrive. I’m sure it will wake you up if you’re still asleep.”

 

            Jake heard what he thought to be a doorbell. It didn’t seem like it had been that long. Had he really been asleep for more than an hour? A bit groggy, he started to open his eyes. He couldn’t see much other than a faint light. Everything was slightly blurry, but he knew this surrounding didn’t seem familiar. Maybe he had sleepwalked again and they arrived to find him missing? Jake had an itch on his nose, but when he went to move his arm, he found it was impossible. He looked around again and realized that he was in a strange room, much like a doctors office. Had he required medical attention? He heard a click, probably a door, but could not move his head to see who it was. He then heard a soft voice come from the silence.

            “Hello there….Jake. Reading your chart, it looks like you are here as one of our elite donors. I can tell just by looking at you that you’re a prime candidate, high in demand.” Jake couldn’t discern what she meant, exactly. “I’m sure you’ll be very well toned by the time you leave. But that’s an issue your trainer will take up with you. I’m merely here to provide the…enhancements Jasmine asked for.” Jake’s eye’s looked a little worried, and he began to question their contract. Had he missed something important? He tried to speak but found that his throat was blocked by…a breathing tube? Not only could he not speak, but he wasn’t even allowed to breathe for his own body.

            “I know you’re probably wondering how you got here. Well you’ve been taking very strong sleeping pills over the past few years. We oversaw that you did. We’ve been examining you while you sleep…testing your flexibility, among other things. Though we could never quite see the size of your penis during erection, which is where Melissa came in. You may see her again in the future, according to Jasmine. But enough about that, lets get on to those enhancements I talked about.” The doctor flipped through the pages on her clipboard.

            “Here it is. You should be very pleased with what we have in store for you. The first request is that your penis be recessed a bit and stiffened some so that it doesn’t ‘flop’ anymore. Instead, whenever it is soft, it will be stiff enough to remain moderately straight instead of curving against the testicles. Your penis will not be shortened, just recessed into your body some so that it’s not quite as visible when soft.”

            Jake was trying to take all this in, but he couldn’t believe what was being said. They wanted to modify his manhood. Surely no one would want a “deformed” man after this. He tried to struggle his way out of the restraints, but instead he was left to suffer quietly in his mind.

            “Next on the list appears to be…oh yes, it looks like you’ll be in for some modification of your length. Currently you measure in at seven inches erect. We will be extending that to eleven inches. It will be a lengthy process requiring two surgeries, but you’ll love the end result. Your current circumference appears to be a full six inches. We will be adding another inch to that so that it will suit your new length.” Flipping through the pages again, she stopped on a new page and continued. “We will also need to shorten your foreskin slightly to fit keep everything contained at the proper length when soft. We will add silicone to stiffen it. In the end you will be a full two inches 'stiff' when soft, and a full eleven inches long when erect.”

            “You are also in store for one of our newer procedures. We will be implanting snaps just above your ass so that a variety of tails may be snapped on. You wouldn’t exactly be one of our prized stallions without it. Now that that’s out of the way, we should get started.”

            Jake drifted off to sleep as the nurse prepped his body. Her first task was to lengthen his penis. She started in with the procedure and spent the next hour extending him to the proper size. She woke him up, for a test. She needed to see if he was at the proper length. She began by toying with his testicles. As he slowly awoke, she slipped her top down over her breasts so he could get a good look. Sure enough, his manhood began to stand at attention. She checked her measurements and quickly put him back under before he could feel much else. Her next task was to recess his penis enough so that it only extended two inches when soft. This wasn’t too difficult of a task, and she could likely just recess it by an inch and allow the foreskin to keep the remaining excess inch recessed. Upon completion she took his foreskin and over stretched it so that it would keep his penis contained to the proper length. She marked her lines and then began removing the excess skin and stitching the two halves back together. She also made sure to reinforce his frenum so that it would not tear under stress. She took a step back to admire her work. He was nearly perfect. She only wished that she would have more time with him, but she reminded herself that there would be others ripe for the picking.

            She looked through her drawers for the proper tools for her next task. She would give him a local anesthetic for this. She brought him out of his slumber and watched as he slowly regained composure.

            “Welcome back Jake. We’re not finished yet, but I wanted you to be awake for this part. As you can see, there is an LCD above your head. I’m going to turn on the camera so that you can see what has been done so far, and what I am about to do. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

            She flipped the monitor on and a blue screen popped up. Jake didn’t want to believe this was real, but he didn’t see how it could possibly be a dream. He only hoped he wasn’t too disfigured. He watched as the monitor switched over to the proper channel for his viewing pleasure. He was greeted with a horrific image. He no longer resembled a man, and all he could think was that they lied and had actually shortened his penis.

            “You look worried? Don’t be. You’ll be fine once it heals. To finish your transformation, I’m going to inject the silicone into your foreskin. You won’t feel a thing, but I wanted you to witness the beauty of the completed product.” She picked up the needle and began to slowly inject silicone around the circumference of his penis. All Jake could think about was how large it was by comparison. He would be forever deformed with this monstrosity. He watched as it grew from its mere 1.5 inch width to a full 2.5 inches wide.

            “This is right about the size Jasmine suggested, but you know, I think you could stand to be just a bit wider. I mean, it’s not like this is your erect width. It’s merely your width when flaccid. If you want to be our prize stallion, it would be best to look like perfection at all times. I think I’ll top you off at a nice, round, three inch width.” She finished off his injections and proceeded to put him back under. “I have one more modification in store for you.”

 

            Jake, once again feeling groggy, slowly opened his eyes. The bright lights were painful, and he felt as though he had been asleep for ages. He tried to move hoping that maybe it had all been a dream, but he had no luck. He heard the click of a door and heels headed toward him.

            “Hello Jake.” Said a mildly familiar voice, but certainly not the surgeon. “We have been waiting for this moment. I’m sure you’re having some difficulty remembering my voice, so to make it easier for you, I’ll move closer.” She stepped forward just enough for Jake to see. It was Jasmine. Jakes eyes grew cold with anger at what had been done to his body.

            “Now don’t give me that look. It will only get you punishment. Remember, you agreed to be a donor. Very shortly my assistant will be arriving with your attire. Rather than starting you out in the full gear, we will start out slow until you get used to it and work our way up from there. You’ll notice some changes have been made to your body. You’ll get to see more of that shortly.” Jasmine paused as the door opened and a burly young man walked in carrying a black suitcase.

            “You will be wearing this attire at all times. If you behave well enough then you will earn yourself privileges that allow you certain freedoms, such as your own bedroom and time to yourself, sans gear, in that room.”

            Jasmine opened the suitcase and started removing the items one by one. The first item was a wide leather collar with a branding on the front that read “J&D Ranch”, and in the center of that logo was a metal ring. The collar tapered off in the back so that the head could be bent back, but would be prevented from looking down. She adjusted the angle of the table Jake was strapped to so that she could latch the collar around his neck. Perfect fit.

            The next item to appear was a pair of leather mitts. Jasmine took the mitt and went to slide it on Jakes hand, but he refused to cooperate. His hand remained in a fist, and Jasmine saw this as an opportunity.

            “Either you cooperate, or you will be punished. I do not appreciate stallions who fight back, and I will not tolerate it.” Jasmine pulled out a riding crop and proceeded to run it along Jakes abs. “I will tell you one last time. Open your hand.” Jake continued to refuse. He wanted to show them that he didn’t give in to petty demands from people who were holding him hostage. Jasmine brought the crop down with a 'whap!' on Jake’s abs. He winced, but continued to refuse. She moved lower and hit him again. His pain meds were wearing off, and the lower she went, the more it hurt. Jasmine brought the crop down again, and with a resounding ‘thwap’, Jake’s hand flew open, as did his eyes. He couldn’t take another hit. Jasmine slid the mitt onto his hand.

            “Next time I will not be so forgiving. We want your time with us to be enjoyable, but enjoyment only comes with your cooperation. Refuse again and I you will receive that same pain at the direct source of your discomfort. If you cooperate, I will allow you relief of your current surgical pain.” Jasmine pulled out a second mitt and effortlessly slipped it over his remaining hand. The next item removed from the suitcase was a pair of knee high boots, moderately resembling horses legs. Jasmine released Jake’s ankle restraint so she could slip on the boot. Jake had learned his lesson & remained still while she slid on both boots and latched his restraints again.

            “Very good. I’m proud you learned to obey so quickly. Most of our stallions are fighters in the beginning. Just a few more items and then we will bring Jane, your nurse, back in to finish things up.”

            Jasmine rotated Jakes table so that he was facing the floor. She removed a portion of the table so that his ass was exposed for all to see. Jasmine pulled a silken white tail out of case. The base of it was wrapped so as to provide lift to the tail. She matched it up to the implants above Jake’s ass and snapped it on.

            “We can’t have any accidents occuring, so this next item will help to prevent that.” Jake felt a moist hand start rubbing his asshole. He felt vulnerable, but at the same time he found it somewhat enjoyable. He then felt something pushing its way in until it seated with a ‘pop’.

            “This is plug that will prevent you from going to the bathroom until you are authorized to do so.” Jake felt a sudden expanding feeling, and getting worried, he tried to move away. He felt a hand lay down a stiff smack on his ass. “I told you if you cooperate, you will enjoy your stay. Do not struggle again, as I will only make things worse for you. Now then, I’m going to inflate the head of the plug so that it does not slip out at any point. Ben, call in Jane, please.”

            Jake took this time to contemplate his situation. He could easily take on these ladies if he were not restrained in such ways. He felt that there was no way they could continue to keep him hostage without making a mistake at some point. Perhaps he could take that opportunity to escape.

            “Jake, this is Jane. I’m going to flip you back over now. I’m going to remove your breathing tube. Don’t fight it and you’ll find it slides out easily.” Jane started removing the tube. Jake had not a moment to hardly cough before a retainer was slipped into his mouth that prevented  it from closing. “I’m just going to finish up your remaining modifications before we get you up and allow you a look in the mirror.” The nurse grabbed his tongue with a pair of clamps and locked them in place. Jasmine handed her a 6g barbell. The nurse took a large needle, lined it up carefully, and slid it through Jake’s tongue in one smooth motion. Before slipping the barbell in, she inserted a tunnel in the fresh hole. The barbell would fit snugly in this hole. She then proceeded to pierce his nipples with CBR’s, and his septum with a tunnel which would later house a variety of rings. “We’re all finished. Now we’re just going to slip on a harness with a roomy ball gag so your swollen tongue has room to move.” Jane removed his head restraint, Jasmine handed over a harness, and they neatly slipped it over his head.

            “Perfection! Lets get him up and walking so he can see how handsome he looks. He will most certainly be a popular breeders choice.”

            Jake’s table was lowered so that the soles of the boots touched the floor. His restraints were loosened and removed, one by one. His first thought was to run, but when all the restraints were removed, he could hardly even stand, let alone run. Jasmine and Jane each grabbed an arm to help steady Jake as they coaxed him to take his first few steps. Jake couldn’t understand how he would be expected to walk like this, yet he moved forward. The more steps he took, the better he was able to hold himself up. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he accomplished something most people would find impossible. They made a few laps around the room before coming to a stop in front of a curtained wall.

            Jasmine pulled open the curtain to reveal a mirror. What Jake saw was an atrocity. He finally saw what he had become. The boots were much more elaborate than he had thought. They were even lined with a cuff of hair near the bottom. Jake then noticed that his head had been shaved on the sides, yet a section of hair remained down the center. Jasmine turned Jake to the side a bit so he could see the rest. What he saw was an elegant tail flowing from his back. But when he looked higher he noticed that he now had a mane. It ran the length of his scalp and extended all the way to just between his shoulder blades; his eyes widened in horror.

            “Ah yes, the mane. We added implants along the length of your scalp, and even implanted the mane the length of your neck and a small portion of your upper back. You’ll grow to love it.”

            Jake didn’t even have a chance to examine the modifications they made to his manhood before they ushered him to a different room. Here he saw a bed, more restraints, and a camera up in the corner.

 

            I woke up feeling like a million bucks. I didn’t know how that was possible after only one day, but it was certainly much better than the pain that had been inflicted shortly after surgery. Curious about my modifications, I attempted to feel them out using the exposed portion of my arms. My penis felt odd, to say the least. It was almost like a stiff nub attached to my body. As my arm glided over it I felt that strange yet familiar sensation I had had so many times before.

            “Good morning Star. I see you’ve apparently been enjoying yourself.” Jake blushed from the comment as he realized what she meant. He had developed a massive hard-on from his explorations.

            “You’ve healed nicely over the past four weeks.” Four weeks? How was that possible? I’ve only been here for a day.

            “You probably don’t remember most of it. We give all of our new arrivals a certain combination of drugs to cloud their memory while healing. Most of them even start their physical and mental training while healing. In fact, you’re nearly halfway through mandatory training!” Jane said.

            I couldn’t believe this. I don’t just give in to such demands. She must be lying, because I would never allow myself to be ‘trained’. I was a living breathing human being. I was not a pet to be trained!

            “Come, Star. I have some changes to make before we get started.” I tried to resist, but I was betrayed by my own mind as I found myself stepping forward and coming to a kneel in front of Jane. I watched as she replaced my current posture collar with a new, even more restrictive collar. Onto this she clipped a leash. Without so much as a tug, I stood at attention and followed her lead. I immediately found myself doing a high-step and stomping my foot on the floor with each step. I sounded, and probably looked, very much like a horse walking down a hallway.

            We came to a stop inside what looked to be a dressing room. I glanced to my right to see a very beautiful young woman, dressed similarly, and in stocks. She was very sexy, and I couldn’t help but get a little aroused at the sight. “Thwap!” I let out a grunt and stood at attention.

            “Shoulders straight, head facing forward! You do not have permission to look elsewhere. Come! Place your feet here, and here, and your arms and head here.”

            Who did she think she was? She had no right to control my every move. If I refuse, what could she do? Sure, she could hit me again, but I could take it. I was fully healed now. I refused let my spirit be broken. I watched as she glared at me. I looked her right back in the eyes and stood there with pride. I would not be moved.

            “I would hate for you to make me use a harsher tool, but it looks like it may be the only way you’ll learn. I thought they had trained you better than this already, but apparently not. I will inform your trainer of that.”

 

            “Don, can I get a hand over here. I need to get him in his gear so I can hand him off to Vanessa for training.”

            I hated using the cattle prod, but sometimes it was the only way. Next time I would use a lower setting so he wouldn’t black out, but I was in a hurry today. We had a new arrival coming in shortly, and I didn’t have much time. I had Don help me drape Star over a padded bench so I could remove his old gear. He was to be released from the confines of those mitts, but for his misbehavior I thought it better to do something a little different. I pulled off the mitts and replaced them with a pair of custom made boots. These boots were much like the ones on his feet, except these had been made to specific measurements so that Star could be made to walk on four legs instead of two. They even had a special mechanism that sensed movement and would bend at the ankle in relation to it.

            I took the remaining time to put on a new bridle, one with a bit and blinders. The blinders would be useful for keeping him from looking elsewhere. He knew he could no longer turn his head, for he would get caught, but this also prevented him from looking out of the corner of his eyes. He needed to keep full attention on his trainer. The bit would allow him the ability to spit out words with effort, but if would come in extremely handy for teaching him not to speak unless spoken to. My final task was to give him an enema, but as I pulled the supples out of the cabinet, Vanessa walked in.

            “Hello Vanessa. I was just about to finish up with Star.”

            “I notice he’s unconscious. I take it he was disobedient?”

            “Ah, yes. He was caught looking at the mare Jonny was prepping in the stocks. He decided to be defiant and not step forward into the stocks when told, so he received a hit with the cattle prod. As a way to combat further disobedience, I put the boots on in place of the mitts.”

            “If you don’t mind, I’ll take over from here. I’d like to take him down to the enema room and break his will a little more.”

 

            Star was my stallion, and with the spirit and looks he held, I looked forward to many training sessions with him. Here at the ranch female trainers were a new addition. Jasmine originally started this as a pony girl operation, but recently she started a new money-making venture. This is where the stallions came in, and they too were a new addition. Male trainers were assigned to mares, while female trainers were assigned to stallions.

            Some of the mares were pets, some were for show, and others were merely for entertainment and would be released at the end of their contract if none of the trainers wanted to buy them. That was prior to the newest venture. Now, with this recent venture, a stable had been added to house the new arrivals; mares explicitly for breeding or as sex slaves. Couples would come to us for help with their copulation troubles.

            The first type of mare was the surrogate mare. These mares generally signed on for a single pregnancy, and they were very well compensated for it. The couple would come in, look at our mares and stallions, view their paperwork, and make their choice. The chosen mare and stallion would be introduced and placed into a controlled breeding environment twice a week until the mare was pregnant. Stallions were trained to come on demand. If they were cooperative through the week, then they would be allowed to enjoy breeding time by coming when they pleased. If they had been disobedient, then they would be forced to come at the breeder’s will, and possibly made to continue without a break. A surrogate mare would be cared for at the ranch throughout pregnancy and released upon birth unless they were a popular breeding choice, at which point they would be given a 6mo-1yr leave and then asked to return to the ranch. Mares were paid a minimum of $30,000 for their services, and stallions would be paid a minimum of $10,000.

            The second type of mare was the mother-to-be. She would come in for a consultation and be fitted for the proper gear. She would be required to stay at the ranch two weekends each month to be bred. She would pick out her stallion, come in for her breeding sessions in full gear, and then return home after. Stallions were paid a minimum of $20,000 for this service, as the customer was required to pay more for this type of service, and tips were always encouraged.

            The third type of mare was used for pleasure. These mares would come in under the offer of free birth control of their choice (surgical or otherwise), so long as they agreed to be a servant to the owners for a minimum of 6 months. Most mares came in without having read the contract and expect to do general maid services. Mares who do this get compensated with a minimum payment of $50,000 each month. These mares not only service trainers, but they also service the owners, fellow mares, and stallions. Occasionally customers will come in just to watch their favorite pair engage in sex. Sometimes a customer may want to rent a mare or stallion for display at an exhibition.

 

            I opened my eyes only to see darkness, though it was slowly fading. My last memory was the prod, and my first instinct was to fight. I tried to thrash my legs, but only succeeded in minor movement. That’s when I realized my arms were encased in something new. As my vision faded in better, I could see that they appeared to be boots. “Crack!” I snapped my eyes up to see the tail end of a whip. Attached to that whip was a gloved hand. In front of me stood a gorgeous brunette with deep green eyes sporting a black latex jumpsuit.

            “I will be your trainer for the remainder of your stay. Jane informed me of your disobedience. We will certainly be correcting that.”

            I felt a gloved hand fondling my ass; it was very unnerving. But what came next was even more so.

            “My name is Vanessa, and you will address me as such. You may notice that your bridle has been changed to one with a bit. If you put effort into it, you’ll find you can speak, but I wouldn’t recommend it unless spoken to. When you are asked a yes or no question, you may not respond with anything more than ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

            I felt a finger run alongside the plug, and suddenly felt it expanding.

            “Normally 3 pumps is all that’s necessary to hold the plug in place, but I think you deserve a little extra for your disobedience. I’ll also be giving you three enemas instead of one.”

            Vanessa attached a hose to the plug and flipped a switch on a nearby control panel. I could feel the water filling my bowels as it was slowly pumped in. It started out fine, but I quickly started feeling uncomfortable, and soon after cramps were starting to kick in. Just when I felt like I was going to burst, I heard Vanessa flick the switch again.

            “While you’re holding that in there, I have some things to talk about. I’m sure they showed you your tail, but I don’t believe they explained it to you. Your tail isn’t just there to look pretty, it’s also functional. The clips for the tail were rigged to your glutes. You’ll find that with subtle movements of those muscles, you can move your tail around. I want to you test that out right now.”

            I had trouble understanding what she was going on about. The pain in my gut was just too much. I heard her words, but missed the command. I felt the sting of a crop being brought down on my ass. As if the pain from the enema wasn’t enough.

            “I told you to test out your tail. If I don’t see movement within the next 5 seconds you’ll be holding in your second enema for twice as long.”

            I couldn’t endure the pain of the current enema, and I knew I would surely pass out if I were forced to hold another for twice as long. It felt strange to tighten my ass for no reason, but I tried to do as I was told. “Whack!”

            “One cheek and then the other! Clenching both at the same time will do nothing!”

            I put forth my best effort and started to tighten one side, relax, and tighten the other. Relax, tighten, relax, tighten. Sure enough I started to feel my tail brushing against my legs as it swayed.

            “Very good.”

            I heard a click and suddenly felt a relief of the pressure in my gut. The machine was sucking the solution back out of my bowels. It was a very strange sensation, but I was very grateful for it.

            “If you can have a civil conversation, then I won’t give you a third enema. If you back-talk then you’ll endure the pain of a third enema and 20 lashings. I want you to sway your tail if you understand.”

            I made the effort to get my muscles moving and my tail swaying.

            “Good.” I felt the next enema start. “First question. What’s your name.”

            “Jake.” I managed to speak garbled words through the bit.

            *Whack*

            “Incorrect. When you were moved to the room to heal, you were given a new name. I will ask you again. What’s your name.”

            “Star.” I mumbled.

            “Louder! With pride!”

            “Star!” I tried to sound proud, but how could anyone be proud in this situation.

            “Good. What’s my name.”

            “Vanessa.”

            “Very good.”

            “Do you have any questions?”

            I took this moment to ask what had been burning inside me all along. “Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this?”

            “You should know those answers, unless you didn’t read the contract. Did you read the contract?”

            “Sort of.” I responded

            *whack*

            “Did you read it. Yes or no.”

            “No.” I figured it was better than saying yes since I certainly didn’t read it thoroughly.

            “In that case, let me clue you in on some things. You were brought here as a donor. You agreed to allow your body to be used for insemination purposes. See, here we don’t believe in donating in the sense that you ejaculate into a cup and hand it over. We are a breeding ranch. We have a wide selection of mares and stallions for customers to choose from. It is then your job to impregnate your mares. We expect you to be very popular, and thus very busy.”

            I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I groaned as the pain in my gut grew. Vanessa must have taken that as a sign, for the water then stopped flowing.

            “You will be physically and mentally trained. We want you to look your best for our customers. Don’t worry, everyone is very well compensated, especially when a high priority customer comes in for our services. If you perform well each day, then you may be rewarded. These may come in the form of free time without your gear, or even sexual services.”

            The thought of that last comment caught my attention. Though I didn’t like being used, it did seem as though there were still advantages to being in my situation. Then again, who knows what more they had in store for me. In all honesty, it had me a bit worried that I didn’t know everything, and they could so easily subdue me and force me to do any number of things. I was truly at their mercy. I couldn’t even scream, and even if I could, this place was likely in the middle of nowhere. Who knows, they may even have law enforcement on their side considering the amount of money they must have. I was pulled away from my thoughts when I felt that sucking sensation again as the solution was once again sucked out.

            “I’m going to replace the enema plug with something a bit different than your ordinary plug. This plug has the ability to send electrical shocks through your anus. I can control it manually, or I can set it up to automatically shock based on whatever parameters I set. I’m going to unlatch your restraints so we can get you started on learning to walk on all fours.”

            Vanessa started unlatching my restraints. I didn’t know how she expected me to walk like this, but I was determined to avoid anymore run-ins with electricity. I remained still even after the last restraint was unlatched. Vanessa then removed the bench my torso had been resting on and she walked to the opposite end of the room.

            “I want you to step forward off of the platform and walk towards me. If you make it through this whole training session without a problem, I’ll reward you at the end.”

            I stepped forward, though somewhat wobbly, and took my time walking toward her. I picked my steps carefully so as not to fall. I didn’t want to suffer consequences should I fail, yet at the same time I felt a slight hint of enjoyment as she encouraged me to move forward. I finally made it. I came to a stop in front of her. I could smell her scent, even through clothing. My nose was dead level with her pussy. I was beginning to feel arousal…*smack!*.

            “This is not the time or place for that. Now follow me. We’re going to make a lap around the room at a walk. If you do well then we’ll trot, and we can move on to the next thing. If you do poorly, you’ll be forced to do it again. From now on, anytime I ask if you understand, I want you to sway your tail. Understand?”

            I put forth the effort to sway my tail, and off we went. She started out much faster than I expected, and I had a hard time keeping up. I felt a sudden buzz in my ass.

            “Feel that? That’s a warning. I’m not going to slow down because I know you can do this. I know you’ll find the determination to keep up.”

            I picked up the pace, though still wobbly, and caught up. By the time we finished the lap I had the hang of walking. She paused for a short break before taking off at a jog. I immediately picked up the pace to a trot. It was much more difficult than I expected, but I was determined to make it. I didn’t know what the reward was going to be, but I wanted it. Anything is better than training and punishments.

            I was surprised with how well Star did in his training session. He was coming along nicely and I was sure he would make an excellent addition to my personal collection. I always took pride in my work. If one of my stallions was well trained, then that would reflect back on me as a trainer. I could only hope he continued to behave so well for a new arrival. His mind was receptive enough to really pick up the initial training, even though he could not remember it, and that seemed to carry over very well to his current training.

            I decided to wear something a bit different today; something to distract his focus. I wanted to see how well he was actually picking up his training lessons. I wondered if he would actually be able to keep his focus, or if I had just made it easy for him to put on an act by not providing any distractions. I had told him before that he would receive a reward for his training session, but I had not provided anything yet. I wanted to see if he still believed there was a reward waiting for him if he was good. If he is well behaved today, I’ll follow through with a reward. Maybe I’ll start off with a threat of severe punishment. He might work harder that way, only thinking about avoiding punishment rather than thinking about a reward. My trainees always seemed to put out maximum effort when they don’t know how well they’ll have to do to avoid punishment.

            I slid on a skimpy, Y back, pink thong and a pair of leather chaps. Looking through my wardrobe I pulled out a leather bikini top with fringe dangling from it. To top off my outfit, I slipped on my sexiest pair of boots and a suede cowboy hat. I grabbed my favorite whip and headed towards his room.

            I think I may take him outside today. It would be a nice change of scenery, and I could easily use the tie-out that was separate from the rest of the ranch. This tie-out was different from the others. It allowed for one pony to be attached, rather than two. It also had a motor, unlike the others, which would be set to a certain speed. I could easily attach one of his rings to the device to get him to keep up the pace. If he didn’t keep up then he would feel the pain of the piercing being pulled by the machine. However, to make sure we didn’t have any injuries, such as piercings being ripped out, the machine halts at a certain number of pounds of pressure against it. I think I might enjoy watching him today.

            I had arrived at his room. I walked in and the door auto-locked behind me. It could only be unlocked from the inside with a retinal scan. I walked over to Star’s closet & pulled out a pair of strapless hooves and their matching fur bands. What Star didn’t know was that we had implanted very small studs into the bones of his feet. Those studs only protruded 3mm from his soles, and they allowed for a variety of strapless shoes to be snapped on. I reached into the closet and pulled out a strapless ball gag as well. The gag had a small handle on it, to pull it out, which also acted as a nozzle for attaching a water bag. I reached into the closet one last time and pulled out a short tail. I wanted him to get a nice, consistent body tan with as few lines as possible.

            I woke up to the sound of someone rustling around in my room. I probably would have been worried if I hadn’t been so tired. Instead of sitting up, I drifted back off to sleep.

            *Bzzt!*

            I practically jumped out of bed. It felt like a bolt of lightening struck my straight in the ass. My eyes wide open, I saw the source of my pain. There stood Vanessa, leather clad and ready to kill…or train, in my case. I was angered at the rude awakening, but I also found her outfit amusingly arousing. I had always hated the cowboy look, yet here I was, bound and gagged by a cowgirl who was able to turn me on without doing a damn thing.

            “I thought that might wake you. I hope you’re ready. You’ve got a long day ahead of you. Now that you’re up, I’d like you to place your head in the stocks for me so we can get started.”

            Although I was a bit distracted, I did abide by it. Immediately after placing my head in the stocks, Vanessa locked it in place. She then proceeded to remove my arm binder and place my hands and feet in the restraints. I then watched as she removed my still attached feed bag and replaced it with a new one.

            “Breakfast. I’ll leave it attached while I get you ready. I suggest you finish it if you want to have the energy you’ll need for todays training session.”

            I moved the little joystick to the side and started sucking. It tasted like a fruity mash of some sort. I soon found myself swirling the joystick as I sucked. It seemed t be the easiest way to quickly receive the food through the nozzle. A bit distracted by the food, I felt her playing with my feet; putting on boots I assumed. After the feet I felt her sliding something silky around my ankles. I finished up the last of the food as I felt her replacing my tail with a different one. She then stood in front of me and removed the empty feed bag.

            “Before we go I’m going to give you an enema. You’ll receive them twice daily from now on. Once in the morning, and once before bed. It will eventually be your responsibility, but for the time being I will handle it.”

            I felt her remove the metal plug I had been wearing, and it was replaced with an inflatable enema plug. She flipped the switch and I felt the heaviness increase in my gut as it filled with the cleaning solution. However, this time she stopped the flow before the cramps got too bad. A few minutes later and the solution was suctioned back out. Vanessa slid the metal plug back in.

            “Each day you’ll receive a different plug, as the previous plug goes in the wash. Your current plug has a much thinner stem to make sure it stays in place during your training. I’m sure you could learn to expel it, but should you ever do so, we will surgically implant studs around your anus to snap it into place.”

            I watched as she grabbed a lead and attached it to a small ring she had placed in my septum grommet.

            “I’m going to remove your gag and restraints, and allow you to urinate in the bathroom. I trust that you’ll behave. You’ll notice there is no door. When you’re finished, I expect you to kneel in front of me.”

            I felt her unbuckling the gag, shortly after which she removed from my mouth. I could finally talk again, but I decided to keep my mouth shut instead. I loosened up my jaw while she removed my restraints and finally released me from the stocks.

            “If you misbehave with this simple task, we’ll simply insert a catheter to prevent future mishaps.”

            Heeding her warning, I quickly made my way to the bathroom. Upon entering I noticed that there were mirrors on every wall. I was able to get a complete view of my current appearance. I stood there in a moment of shock, but quickly jumped back to my current task. This would be the first time I would actually get to feel the changes they had made. It looked much shorter than I remembered when I first saw it in a mirror. I discovered that my foreskin completely covered the head, but it was easily pulled back with some effort. I revealed the head just enough to relieve myself.

            I promptly exited the bathroom and kneeled in front of Vanessa. I was starting to think that she did this on purpose, as once again I could smell her scent. She took a ball and pressed it up against my mouth. I opened my mouth to accept the gag.

            “Wider!” Vanessa commanded.

            I opened my mouth as wide as I could as she pushed the gag into place. She then took hold of the leash and lifted up. As she lifted, my head titled, and I had to rise to avoid the pain.

            “Very good. I’m proud of you. I didn’t expect to see you behave so well. It would seem that everyone was wrong about you. We will certainly prove them wrong as we walk by them. Remember your training. Always high-step when walking, and remain behind and to my right. Since we’re not using an arm binder, I want you to place your arms behind your back and place your palms together.”

            Vanessa held the lead from over her shoulder, stood in front of the door, and when it opened we stepped out into the hallway. All I could hear was the “clop” of my shoes on the floor as we walked down the hallway. We walked past door after door, all the same as mine had been. There were no windows here, only fluorescent lights. At the end of the hallway there was a door, and when we reached it, a guard was waiting there to open it for us.

            Sunlight streamed in through the opening. We entered a hallway with windows on both sides. It seemed to be a connecting hallways between two buildings. The hallway curved to the left, which allowed me an easy glimpse of the scenery through the windows. To the right I saw stables and paddocks. To the left I saw a courtyard where trainers, I assumed, were spending their free time. We reached the end of the hallway and entered the next building.

            “This is the dorm house.” Vanessa stated, “It’s where our best trained ponies get to sleep. It takes a lot of determination, pride, and commitment in a pony to earn the right to sleep here. Most go straight from the holding cell to the stables.”

            We passed by doors on the left, and windows on the right. Further down the hallway I saw a convergence of trainers, a couple leading mares, and one leading a stallion. As we approached I saw their eyes on me. One put on a smirk while another laughed to himself. I may not like my current situation, but I have always found people who sneer to be the lowest on the human chain. If anything, being the source of their sneers made me want to show them up, after all, their trainees appeared to be slouching and a disgrace to themselves. I took the moment to puff out my chest, raise my head proudly, and do the best march I could as we passed by them. I refused to let my self esteem be affected by a bunch of lowlifes. We passed through another doorway which lead us outside.

            “Impressive. We certainly showed them who’s boss, didn’t we?”

            I oddly found myself swaying my tail in agreement. Vanessa lead me towards an odd looking contraption. There were two arms attached to a central structure containing a motor. Vanessa lead me over to the arms and came to a stop.

            “This is one of our tie-outs. I want you to place your hands on this bar.”

            She then attached the lead to the second arm so that my septum was tethered to the arm.

            “The arm you’re holding on to is typically free-moving. The arm your septum lead is attached to is controlled by a motor. I control the speed of the motor. I can also choose to add resistance to the lower arm so that you are pushing it along as you march. You see that light on the upper arm? If it’s yellow, then you maintain a walk at a high step. If it’s green, then you maintain a trot at half step. If the machine stops, then you come to a stop with your left foot flat, and your right toe touching the ground. Understand?”

            I swayed my tail in response. Vanessa walked to a nearby chest and pulled out a tube of something. She squeezed some out and began massaging it into my skin. It appeared oily, and I started to sweat from the hot sun. I could only assume that it was tanning oil, hopefully with some protection from the rays as well. As she reached my thighs I started to grow hard. She then took me by surprise as she grabbed my cock and started to massage the lotion into it. I was distracted enough that I didn’t notice the machine had started to move.

            *Bzzt! Bzzt!*

            I jumped from the shock and immediately got moving. I started high stepping my way around the device. As I did so, I felt my cock bouncing off of my thighs. That was when I realized they had not lied. It was much larger than it had been before. As I made my rounds it slowly receded. As I came back around I caught a glimpse of Vanessa’s finely tanned complexion in the sun. I suddenly felt a tug on my septum which quickly became painful. I looked up to see the source of the pain and realized that the light had turned green. I immediately moved into a half-step trot and scolded myself for getting distracted. After what seemed like an hour, I was dripping with sweat, tired, and thirsty. Vanessa must have noticed because the device came to a stop and she walked over with a bag of water. I was confused for a moment until I realized my current gag was much like my last. It allowed access to bagged consumables through the joystick. I began playing with the joystick, using it to help swish water around my mouth before swallowing a nice cool stream. When the water was gone Vanessa removed the bag and the machine started up again. I found myself playing with the joystick to help distract my mind from the exhausting task at hand.

            Another hour, another bag of water, and she had me do a cool down walk. Vanessa removed my lead from the device, instructed me to place my arms behind my back again, and we headed back to my room.

            “I’m very proud of you. You did very well, and with very little need for punishment.”

            The next few weeks were much of the same routine. I spent my mornings with an enema, breakfast, and prepping for training. My afternoons were filled with training sessions, and my evenings were spent alone in my room after an enema & a shower.

            Today was the day. I was proud Star had made it this far without much trouble. He had one more, very minor procedure that he should have went through this morning. His last meal should have been laced with a sleeping agent so he could be removed for the procedure without realizing it. The lab team at the ranch had developed a way to drastically enhance the sense of smell towards pheromones, as well as moderately enhance the overall sense of smell. Star would now find himself less able to resist certain smells.

            He was also in store for something new that the trainers were putting their stallions through. Special gags with clit-like joysticks had been use primarily for feeding, but with a second purpose in mind. They helped train the stallions for oral pleasing. While it’s rare for a stallion to serve a mare, they may occasionally do so if a mare has been exceptionally well mannered, or even if a female staff member wanted to be serviced. Today would be Star’s first training session on giving oral, and if he did well he would be moved to the stable to get accustomed to the new surroundings.

            I slipped into a miniskirt, sans panties, and a tight latex halter top. To get him accustomed to the look of the mares, I placed my hair into a high ponytail and attached my own tail to match. I had opted for the implants when I was hired since I knew it would be useful in the future, and possibly earn me a promotion and benefits quicker than other trainers. I finished the outfit off with a pair of hoof boots, and grabbed my crop.

            I heard my door opened and watched Vanessa step inside. Immediately I was could smell her scent. It struck me as odd that I could smell it so well. Maybe she had used some special perfume to make it noticeable. Perhaps it was a test of my will to resist. She walked over to the stocks and as she bent over to reach something, I could clearly see her pussy. I felt arousal welling up inside me, but I quickly squashed the urge before it got out of control.

            Vanessa wheeled over the stocks and locked the wheels. I immediately got into position. I knew the routine. I felt the restraints being latched until I was fully restrained. She gave me the usual enema, a clean plug, and a different tail. She then removed my gag, released me, and allowed me a trip to the bathroom. When I returned she had set up a new device. It was like a shortened set of stocks. She motioned me over to it. It required me to sit on my legs and positioned my head at an upward angle while my arms were against the floor of it. Everything was latched, and I was fully restrained.

            Vanessa stood directly in front of me. I could smell her pussy very well, and I could even see a glistening from her wetness. There was no way I could resist this. I tried, but only found myself growing more aroused. Vanessa moved so that her pussy was directly above my face.

            “I’ve been training you a consistently for this. Many of your gags, as you may have noticed, required the use of a joystick to receive food and water. Those joysticks were designed to resemble a clit. From time to time you may be required to service staff members and sometimes even mares. Those gags were your training.”

            Vanessa reached for something on the side of the device, and I soon felt my cage rising. Vanessa did not move. The cage lifted me so that her pussy was resting on my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do, or if she even wanted me to do anything. Was this another test? Did she want me to give her oral? Would I be punished for doing nothing when she hadn’t given a command?

            “Open.” Vanessa commanded.

            I obeyed. The cage moved up enough so that my mouth was pressed securely against her pussy. The smell pushed me into deep arousal.

            “Get to work. I want to see what you’ve learned.”

            I started teasing with my tongue, fondling her clit as best as I could. I rolled it around my tongue and sucked it in and out. She began to push herself onto me harder, closer. I wanted to please her. I felt like it was my duty. I felt her juices runing down my chin as I explored deeper. Suddenly, she pulled away, and my stomach sank. Had I done something wrong? Would I be punished?

            “Well done. You’ve trained yourself well. I’m going to unlock your restraints and go clean myself up. While I’m gone you’ll have the time to yourself. You may do whatever you please, but I expect you to be dressed and ready within 20 minutes. The gear you are to wear is laid out on your bed.”

            Vanessa left the room after undoing my restraints. I had another task at hand before I worried about getting ready. I was never given the opportunity to pleasure myself since I had arrived here. In fact, I hadn’t had any sort of sexual pleasure since that night with Melissa. I was itching to come after having had my face in Vanessa’s pussy. I could still strongly smell her scent, and with remnants of her juice still on my face, I took pleasure in licking as much of it off as I could. For the first time in weeks, I looked down to see my cock, rock hard and ready to go. It was my first time touching it since my arrival, and as I took hold, I realized how large it had become. I stroked my way to oblivion in under a minute, and without thinking, I had made a mess of my wall. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I looked at the sheer amount of cum I had pumped out. I could probably easily collect it all in an 8oz cup. I couldn’t tell if it was a result of going so long without release, or the result of some surgery I was not informed of.

            I wiped off the wall and hopped in the shower. I took the time to examine myself as I was cleaning. I was surprised to see no scars from the surgery. They had done such a good job that, if not for the recession, I looked completely natural. I squirted out some shampoo – a brand I had never heard of – and lathered it throughout my mane. I took my tail and cleaned that as well since it had endured sweat, and I didn’t have the authority to remove it. As I was doing my final rinse I noticed faint clicks every time I took a step. Deciding it would be dangerous to examine my feet in the shower, I quickly rinsed myself off and wrapped in a towel to dry. Taking a seat on my bed, I lifted my foot to examine it. As I ran my hand along it I felt small bumps protruding from the surface. Looking closer I noticed that they were little nubs that appeared to be for snapping into things. That’s when it clicked…that must have been how those strapless shoes stayed on. I had initially thought it was glue, but these must be implants exactly for that purpose.

            I headed back into the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror before putting my gear on. That’s when I noticed the note on the wall. It pointed out that there was an auto-dryer system, initiated by the push of a button. I only had 10 minutes left, and it appeared to be the only way to get dry in such a short amount of time. I pushed the button and a door opened to my left. I stepped inside, the door shut, and I felt warm air being blasted at me from all directions. Not a minute later and I was dry.

            I hurried to the bed and started sorting through the items. I saw a single black ball gag, strapless, so I decided to start with that. I wondered if we would be training outside today, since that was the only time those gags were used, but I had no time to contemplate such things. I slid the gag into my mouth until it seated. The next item I put on were the boots. There were the usual knee high hoof boots, except they were made to match my skin tone, and they had actual horse shoes nailed to the bottom. I picked up the posture collar that had been laid out. It was made of metal backed by leather, with an ornate design etched into it, along with my name and the name of my trainer in smaller print. I quickly slipped it around my neck and buckled it.

            The next item was new to me. It looked like a skintight pair of briefs, except made of latex in my skintone. There was a hole on one side and a tubular pocket on the other. I assumed the hole was for my tail. I slipped them on and discovered just how tight they were; they hugged my body snugly. I went to the mirror and looked myself over. I found myself a bit surprised at how good I looked. My muscles rippled with each movement, and while they weren’t bulky, they were much more toned than before.

 

            I left Star to his own devices while I went back to my room to clean up. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do, considering he hadn’t been allowed pleasure since he arrived. Every time he because aroused, he was made to stop on command. With all that pent up frustration, I was sure he could be easily trained to come on demand. After all, he could shut off his pleasure when commanded, and that’s a much more difficult task to train.

            I was pleased with his oral performance. The feeding gag had taught him well. I was sure that the tongue piercing had helped as well, but that served more purposes than mere oral pleasures. I’m sure he was probably confused by the gear, but he would soon become accustomed to it. Today was to be his first day in the stables. I chose to use the blindfold due to its medical benefits. It would release chemicals that would temporarily blind him for 6 hours. I wanted his first showings to make a good first impression, and the inability to see would prevent him from being startled by the clients. When I arrived at his room I would swap out the blindfold for a pair of blinders so clients would still be able to see his eyes, while he would be under the impression that I had just swapped the current blindfold for another.

            I arrived back at my room and changed my outfit. I picked out pair of dressage pants, a blouse, and a matching riding crop. I wanted to look my best, as I was to stay by his stall as clients came by to look him over. We would be starting pre-orders on his services, as my next step was to train him for breeding before allowing him to actually breed. There was special equipment to aide in breeding, and that required training. Not to mention training him how to come on demand.

            I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I headed off to Star’s room. I held my head proudly as I walked down the hallway and entered Star’s room. I pulled the lead off of the hook on the wall and attached it to a Y lead, which I attached to each of his nipple rings. I pulled a full arm binder out of his closet and slipped it on. It would force him to stand at attention, which would ultimately accent his many other features. I quickly grabbed the blinders and swapped them with his blindfold. Taking a last look, it appeared we were ready to go. I could only hope we made a good impression.

 

            I felt a light tug on my nipples. I stood up, ready to go. Apparently she had attached the lead to my nipples. I felt another light tug signaling me to move forward. Though I couldn’t see through the blindfold, I trusted her to lead me around obstacles.

            “If you feel a downward tug, that means I want you to stop. Always with your left foot flat, and your right toe on the ground. Understand?”

            I swayed my tail in agreement, and off we went. I walked proudly, always being careful to lift my legs high, keep my back straight, and keep my best gait. I didn’t know where we were going, but with the new gear, I was really hoping I would be starting my breeding today. As much as I had hated my punishments, Vanessa was a really persuasive speaker, and so I had been looking forward to this moment…assuming I was correct.

            We walked for what seemed like forever. I heard my boots echoing as they ‘clopped’ on the floor. I heard doors opening and shutting, the occasional chatter of conversation, and every once in a while I heard a ‘clop’ from feet other than my own. At every door we passed through, I felt a downward tug as we stopped to wait for it to open. Coupled with my excitement, that sensation was slightly arousing. At every tug I could feel my cock getting hard enough to press against the confines of the latex. The latex only stretched a couple of inches before it would stretch no further. The harder I grew, the tighter the latex was, and the harder it made it to ignore the arousal. I remembered the joystick in my mouth, and proceeded to use that to take my focus off myself.

            Not long after I felt another downward tug on my nipples. I came to a halt and listened as what sounded like a large door sliding open. I was suddenly struck by a multitude of scents. As we walked down the hallway I could strongly smell a variety of scents which I quickly related as being the scents of females. I could tell whenever we passed a door because the scent of each girl would become overpowering. With every female emanating the scent of arousal, my mind went wild with its own arousal. It took a lot of effort to keep my composure. I especially had trouble with getting so hard that my cock was painfully pushing against the walls of the latex. Vanessa must have noticed, because I felt a series of very mild shocks pulsing through my ass. It was exactly what I needed to bring back my focus and get my body under control.

            This must be the mares stable we were passing through. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do my job with so many distractions. Then again, those distractions would likely prove to be more of a help. I felt another downward tug, another door opened, and I was greeted with a different scent. This scent was a bit off-putting, and I quickly realized I was in a room full of testosterone driven males. We must be in the stallions’ section of the stable. Was I being moved to the stables now? This must mean my training was over. Would I finally get started on earning the money I had been promised?

            I felt another downward tug, followed by the sound of a door being opened. Vanessa positioned me and removed the lead. I felt a new lead being clipped onto the ring at the bottom of my collar. I heard footsteps walk out, and the door shut.

 

            I watched as Star swayed his tale in understanding. I left the stable for the office where Jasmine was waiting for me.

            I stepped into the softly lit room and waited. A few minutes later and Jasmine stepped out of her office and into the waiting room.

            “Is Star ready for today’s activities?”

            “He’s in his stall now, prepped and ready.” I responded.

 

            The clients arrived on time for their respective consultations and tours. Jasmine took the first couple and lead them through the stables. They were looking for just a stallion, as the wife was to be the mare. She was interested in the ranch’s prime stock, and while they were also very interested in Star, they weren’t sure if they wanted to wait the month it would take for him to go on the market.

            Jasmine lead them directly to the stallions’ stables. They walked past a few stallions before stopping in front of Star’s stall. They took a good long look at him and made some notes in their mini notebook before moving on. The decided on a tall dark stallion with a very nice set of light brown eyes. They made plans to get started immediately, and Jasmine shuffled them out of the stable so she could take care of the next couple.

            The next couple was looking for both a mare and a stallion. They immediately saw a mare that caught their eye. She was a somewhat new arrival who had initially started off in the sex slave category, but quickly requested to be switched to a surrogate as she couldn’t handle dishing out sexual favors. The couple then made their way through the stallions stable and settled on a stout, yet well built and well toned stallion. As with the last couple, they too were quickly shuffled out.

            Five more couples came and went, all of which were there researching for future projects, and all five wrote down Star as their favorite ad most likely choice, though a few of them wanted him for use after his 6 month agreement and were prepared to offer a very large sum of money for him. Jasmine told them she would consider their offer and make it known to Star at the end of his contract.

 

            I was spending my day at the gym. I came here once a week to stay in shape. I had only a part time job, so to make extra money on the side I was a stripper at a local club a couple nights a week. I made trips to the gym in my free time to say on top of my looks, though dancing on a pole provided an excellent workout in itself.

            I was on the treadmill when I was approached by a well dressed female who looked a bit out of place here. She offered me what I thought was a large sum of money, $3000, to complete a task for her. She pointed out a guy working out on machines at the other side of the room and asked me to seduce him. Easy enough. I did that as a stripper, so it should be easy, though what came next offended me. Apparently she must have assumed that because I was a stripper, I wouldn’t have a problem having a one night fling with the guy. On that note, I don’t really know how she knew I was a stripper, but she did. I was asked to wait two weeks, approach him during a workout, and then proceed to set a time to have a fling at his house.

            Two weeks later and I was up in his room, giving him the best head he’s probably ever had, and then I was out the door. When I got home there was a note under my door with the money. The note seemed like a bunch of crap, so I tossed it in the trash, forgot about it, and planned to deposit the cash in the morning. Looking back, he was a very attractive guy, so although I was offended by the mystery lady’s request, I knew I was lucky he was good looking and well-groomed.

            I woke up that morning to a knock at my door and face-to-face with the mystery lady. She introduced herself as Jasmine. I was complimented on my ability to complete the task and do it so well. It was then that things got strange. Jasmine offered me a job at her company. She explained my options and said I would make at least five times my current monthly wages. All I had to do was choose my position and sign on for at least 6 months. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, and so I signed on as a servant for 6 months. They mentioned that they preferred all of their servants to have some kind of birth control, and that I would be required to choose a method, and they would cover all of my living and medical expenses.

            The last thing I remember was pouring a glass of wine for us both to toast. I drank my glass, said goodbye, and then I woke up here. Looking around it appeared to be a doctor’s room. I was strapped to some sort of segmented table. There was a strap across my forehead, one over my torso, my wrists, and my ankles. It was dimly lit in here, and I was still feeling a bit disoriented. I was trying to figure out what had happened, when I was startled by a set of lights turning on and a door opening. Stepping through the doorway was a woman dressed in a skin tight white top, a short tight skirt, and a set of white stiletto heels. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, completing her very promiscuous professional look.

            “Hello Melissa. We’re very pleased to have you on our team.” Said the lady in white.

            “Who are you? Where am I?!” I squeaked out in a very panic stricken voice.

            “I would be Jane, your surgeon and general doctor. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. You’re in very good hands.” She said with a smile.

            “Why am I here? Is this a hospital? Did something happen to me?

            “You’re here to be prepared for your position as a servant here with us. I would actually like to get started shortly. Are there any requests you have before I start?”

            “Can I at least go to the bathroom?” I asked, hoping it might buy me some time and possibly an exit. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was certain it couldn’t be good.

            “Of course, dear.”

            I felt my body relieving itself, immediately leaving me with a sense of embarrassment and anger.

            “What are you doing?!” I demanded.

            “We had to insert a catheter earlier. No more questions. We have to get started.”

            “Let me go! If you keep me here someone will come looking for me! Bitch!”

            “We’ll deal with your punishment later. Had you behaved, I wouldn’t have to gag you.”

            Jane pulled out a restraint with a ball attached to it. She pressed it up against my teeth & prompted me to open my mouth. I refused, and immediately felt a shock send short bursts of pain through my body. My screams were quickly muffled as the gag slid past my teeth and came to its final resting place in my mouth. It filled it so much that my tongue was forced into entrapment under the gag. This made it even more difficult to make any sort of noise.

            “You’re in for quite a treat with the options Jasmine selected for your body. Just so you’re well informed, I’m going to explain each selected option to you.”

            I tried to scream but it only came out as a grunt.

            “First on the list is your voice. Jasmine suspected you may be a fighter, and over time that could easily stretch your vocal chords worse than they already are. So to combat that issue, we’re going to tighten them up to give you a very sexy, lady-like voice. Though I’m sure by the time your contract is up you will have loosened them back to your normal voice.”

            I watched as Jane started flipping through pages on her chart. I struggled to release myself from these restraints, but they had no give to them. I was trapped and at the complete will of my captors.

            “Jasmine left a note that I should measure your internals so we can get an idea of what needs to be done.” Jane adjusted the legs of the table so that my legs were bent and nearly resting on my chest. I heard the rustle of packages being torn open. I was suddenly greeted with something slowly working its way up my vagina.

            “That’s just the speculum dear. I need to find out how deep you are.” I could only feel what was going on. I hated the thought of being violated. I felt the speculum slide out and two fingers take its place, while a hand pressed down on my lower abs.

            “It looks like you have a tilted uterus. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that for you.”

            I then felt her fingers slide out of my body, and skillfully slide along my slit. I suddenly felt her fingers start moving in a circular motion, massaging my clit. I tried my best to scream my disapproval. I was disgusted, appalled! Yet I found myself falling under the spell of my own unwanted arousal. I tried not to enjoy it, but my body refused to listen. The stimulation continued as I once again felt something slide up my vagina until it bottomed out just past my cervix. The stimulation stopped, the instrument was removed, and I heard a pen scribbling on paper.

            “You’ll be in for some surgical modifications to your vagina. Your vagina at rest is only 4 inches, and at maximum arousal it only reached a total depth of 6 inches. Most of our males here are at least 11 inches, some even closer to 14. We’ll need to lengthen your vaginal canal to 10 inches at rest. We will also be readjusting the position of your cervix. It will actually be moved to the end of your modified vaginal canal. This will make it easier to conceive should you ever decide to switch over to our surrogate division.” Tears began to stream down my cheeks as this all started to sink in. What had I signed myself up for?

            “Don’t worry, you’ll still be receiving the method of birth control you asked for. We’ll be using our newest contraception on you. It’s similar to “the shot”, only it’s 100% effective and has virtually no side effects. We can’t have our slaves carrying medical issues or psychological worries about pregnancy. We want them to be carefree in their duties.” I heard Jane jotting down more notes. My mind quickly went back to trying to rationalize the situation before I was distracted again by more chatter.

            “I measured your asshole while you were sleeping, and it appears you are a virgin in that respect. Surprising, really. We’ll need to start stretching that immediately and get you started on a training schedule so you’ll get used to the sensations. On that note, we’re also going to try a new procedure to increase the sensation of your G-spot. It makes it easier for you to come on demand should a client or trainer request it, though you’ll have to be trained to ignore it until you're commanded to come. We’ve only done this procedure on one of our girls so far, but it worked well. What we do is inject silicone in small amounts behind the G-spot, effectively making the spot stand out when at rest so that it may immediately receive adequate stimulation. If you’ve never had a G-spot orgasm before, you’ll thank us for it.” More notes were scribbled, and then Jane continued her endless chatter. I wasn’t sure if I could take in any more information.

            “Your labia could use some work. The inners are sagging, and the outers are very small. We’re going to tighten up your inner labia enough so that they don’t get pulled around uncomfortably during sex. As for your outer labia, we’ll be injecting a small amount of collagen to fill them out a little more. You’ll also have all pubic hair permanently removed. We like all of our ponies under 35yrs old to be smooth, leaving everything exposed for easy access and cleanliness.”

            I had never been without my hair. I always kept it trimmed, and sometimes I would shave it in a particular design, but never had I been bald. Having pubic hair covering my bits made me feel safe, hidden. I didn’t want to be exposed!

            “You’ll also be given our newest breast enhancement procedure, but I don't want to go on about that now. What I really want to get into is the last item on the list, and by far the most exciting. You’ll be our first pony with this feature! All of our ponies have tails, though not all of them are mounted the same. Some are just plugs, while others snap on to implants. However, Jasmine wanted your tail to be an actual part of your body. We used your DNA to grow the extra pieces we’ll need for all of your procedures. Your tail will be composed of a few prosthetic bones inside the base of the tail. The base bone will then be drilled into your tail bone to be solidly secured. Over time the two bones will grow together into a single, strong connection. We will also take ligaments and muscles to allow you to move your tail around. The best part of this all is that your tail will actually grow, just like the hair on your head, although you’ll be given periodic injections to speed up the hair growth since we only had time to grow about a foot of your tail.” Jane was smiling ear-to-ear with excitement over this. She let out the laugh of a giddy school girl before she continued on.

 

            I pulled out a jar of my special chemical paste. When applied it would kill the hair follicles and tighten each follicle so that it closed up and would heal as such. This would leave Melissa with a very smooth surface. I also pulled out a razor so I could actually see her skin.

            I got to work, carefully shaving the area. Melissa had tears streaming down her face, but I was sure she would be pleased with herself by the end of her six months. She would certainly not be crying for long, as I’m sure her trainer would put an end to that. Clients didn’t want to see a crying pony. Everyone was sure she would be popular, but she wouldn’t make the ranch any money with tears.

            I rinsed and dried the freshly shaved area. I put on a new pair of gloves and started applying the paste. It had to remain on the area for 10 minutes, so while it was sitting, I repositioned her arms so that I could do the same to her arm pits. I’m sure she would be less upset with this area since it eliminated her need to shave daily. After the requisite 10 minutes, I removed the paste. Examining my work, I noticed I missed some spots, so I did a full second coat on each area. I decided while I was at it I may as well do her legs too. When I finished, I examined the areas again, and cleaned Melissa up.

            “Perfect!” I exclaimed. I placed a mask over her face and started pumping in the mixture. “When you wake up, you’ll be a new girl; much more beautiful too!” Soon Melissa was in a coma-like state. I got started.

            I went through all of the basics we had outlined, carefully attaching the lab-grown vaginal extension, and her lovely tail. I placed implants in her feet for strapless shoes, tightened her inner labia, and injected the silicone & collagen. I then moved on to her mouth, which I had not informed her of.

            Jasmine, realizing Melissa would be a fighter, wanted to modify her mouth so that she could be made to obey more easily. All of her teeth would be removed, including her wisdom teeth which were never dealt with. In place of her teeth would be metal studs implanted into her jaw. These metal studs would allow for a variety of attachments, including a new set of perfect teeth, as well as basic rubber strips. The molars would be permanently implanted, while the rest of the teeth would be removable. It didn’t take long for me to finish up the procedure. I snapped her new teeth in place. She would be none-the-wiser unless her trainer felt the need to punish her by swapping them out for something else. I now moved on to the breasts.

            Jasmine wanted them to be larger. I had decided to use the newest procedure, which required injecting stem cells to stimulate breast tissue growth. They would be enhanced from her current large B cup, to a more elegant small D cup over the course of a couple months. We could always do the procedure again if they were still too small. She would have received a large C, but they would end up larger to allow room for their other feature. Melissa’s milk ducts were to be routed to an elastic bag placed in the center of each breast. These bags could comfortably hold about 4oz of liquid. They were able to be filled by using a very small, almost invisible tube implanted in her nipple. This tube allowed a person to slowly fill the bag with their desired liquid. The tube had a valve allowing it to only be used for filling the bag. In order to remove any liquid, it would have to be suctioned out through the milk ducts. Once I finished with the injections, I pierced her nipples, and then worked on implanting the bag and finishing up with the ducts. I took a syringe and slowly filled the bags to about half their capacity. This would help pre-stretch her skin so that there wouldn’t be any problems should someone fill them to maximum capacity. They would be emptied when she was awake.

            I wanted to do all her piercings while she was awake, but I decided it may be better to do the nose and tongue before waking her up. I quickly completed that task, positioned the table upright so I could see her tail, and started to wake her up.

            “Melissa, tighten your asscheeks one at a time.” I wanted to ask her before she came to her senses and decided to refuse. I wanted to make sure it worked right. I watched as she lightly swayed her tail. “Good.” Eventually she would learn to control it using a variety of muscles while only needing to think about moving it.

            “Mary, please come stand next to me.” I watched Mary step out of the shadows and listened to the clop of her boots as she made her way over.

 

            I was still a little groggy, but I was quickly regaining my composure. I started noticing that my body felt strange somehow. I heard the introduction of Mary, and was a bit surprised at her appearance. She wore tight black pants, with her bits completely showing. Around her torso she wore a corset that cupped the underside of her breasts, while also allowing her nipple to be exposed. Atop her head was a ponytail, braided & looped back up. I wasn’t able to look her over anymore, as my table was tilted back so that I was once again facing the ceiling.

            “Mary, please get started”

            I felt a tongue moving its way down my lower abs, to my pubic area, and stopping on my clit. The tongue was encircling my clit, playing with it ever so delicately. The tongue then moved to my labia and vagina. I could feel it slip inside, exploring the walls, and then sliding back out along my lips before heading back to the clit. Embarrassed and humiliated at myself for getting wet, I couldn’t help but get aroused. I started to enjoy it more, but then the tongue pulled away and was replaced with fingers. They rolled my clit around, teasing it, making me slowly creep towards climax. A small moan escaped as I started to get into it. Just as I was getting close to the height of my arousal, I felt an immediate stabbing pain. It stung, but I was so distracted that I didn’t have time to notice any pain. I then felt the sensation of something sliding through, and a few small tugs.

            “There we go! It looks so pretty! There’s not much left to do now. We’re going to get you an enema and install your anal expander before we move on. Mary, please bring me the smallest expanding enema plug we have.”

            My eyes grew wide with panic as I felt something pushing its way into my ass. With a gentle ‘pop’, it slid into place. This must be the enema plug. I suddenly felt it expanding just inside my ass.

            “We use expandable plugs to seal in the solution. It keeps from unwanted messes.” Jane said with a smile.

            I heard a ‘click’, and felt a warm liquid quickly rushing into my ass. Just when I was on the verge of crippling cramps, the flow stopped. A few minutes later and I felt the solution being suctioned back out.

 

            I went in search of the proper expander. After looking through the cabinets, I finally spotted it. This plug was different from the others. It allowed the stem to expand sooner than the head. It also had snaps that would latch on to the implanted studs I placed in close proximity to the outside of her asshole. The expander would only go up to 1.5 inches diameter.

            Returning to Michelle, I applied a special cream to the hole, lubed up the plug and slowly slid it in. It was like a bullet, and would take the shape of a plug as it was filled with air. The cream would allow her to stretch more easily without tearing. With each squeeze of the pump, I saw the panic increase on Michelle’s face.

            “No need to worry, I know your limit…well, your body’s limit. I’m only going to stretch to an inch at the moment. I’ll expand it another half of an inch before the end of the session.” I watched her eyes grow wide in horror. She would be stretched to 2 inches before a standard plug could be inserted. We wanted her to be able to handle our larger staff and clients when the time came.

            “I’d like to move on to finally showing you a couple of additional features you have. Mary, please show Melissa the extra feature of her breasts.” I watched the horror in Melissa’s eyes as Mary bent down and started sucking on Melissa’s tit.

            “That’s enough Mary.” I reached over and grabbed Michelle’s left breast. “See, we’ve implanted a sac in your breasts that allows them to be filled with fluid.” I squeezed her breast and watched a small stream spurt out. “Just like that. The sacs can hold about 4oz comfortably, but they can also expand to hold nearly 8oz.” I tilted the table back up so that Michelle was upright. “Mary, please empty the fluid out of both sacs.”

            While she was doing that, I wanted to show Melissa her new tail. I pulled the curtains open to reveal the mirror to Melissa’s left. I then loosened her head restraints to she could turn her head to see.

           

            I had been in this cell for one week so far. They had me on some kind of vitamins that would make me heal completely by the end of the week. I was getting bored with my surroundings. Each morning and night I was put in stocks and received an enema directly through the plug they had put in to expand my ass. I would eat my meals through my gag. It reminded me of giving head. I had to suck the food out through a portion of the gag that resembled a cock. Occasionally I was allowed to lock my gag into a nozzle that would just force the food through, no sucking required, so I could just let it slide down my throat.

            Most nights they made me sleep in the nude. I would be chained to my bed with a delicate chain attaching my nipples to my clit, except not in a way I would have expected. The chains from my nipples actually ran through loops in my collar, down my back, and between my ass cheeks before being attached to my clit. If I tried to curl up, I would feel it. I had just woken up, still feeling groggy, when my door began to open. Standing in my doorway was not the usual girls who came to take care of me. Instead, it was a strong, determined man. He wore black suede riding chaps with a gold chain dangling between his nipples. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and wheeled over the stocks. He then undid all of my restraints and removed my chains. I assumed he wanted me in the stocks, so that’s what I did and he proceeded to lock me in.

            “I was assigned as your trainer. My name is Mark, but you will refer to me as Sir. I’ll be in charge of you while you’re under contract. Your new name is Lusia and you will respond to that name for the remainder of your stay. During your first week you were frequently drugged so as to be more receptive to basic training. Today we’ll start on your specialized training. Your first rule to remember is to say ‘thank you’ anytime you receive come in or on you. You will also be required to say ‘thank you, may I have another’ anytime you are punished. If you cannot follow those simple rules, you will be wearing a gag for the majority of your stay and you will not receive any leniency in your punishments.”

            I was fearing for my life. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to bear the result of his threats. He looked as though he was serious. I felt him reach around and attach chains to my nipples and through my posture collar. I then felt something being tightened around each of my thighs. My restraints were released and I was made to stand. I realized what was around my thighs as my wrists were restrained to them. He took the chains from my nipples and proceeded to finish routing it to my clit…except this chain was different from the others. It was shorter. I had to stand with my chest puffed out to avoid pain. Mark then took a corset from my closet, slipped it around my waist, and tightened it. It was much like Mary’s had been, half cup, nipples exposed to the world.

            Next he took the gag out of my mouth, which I was very pleased about.

            “Open!” He commanded. I obeyed, and to my absolute horror, he removed my teeth from my mouth. “Removable prosthetics.”, he said. “I have a variety of attachments I can put in their place.”

            He pulled out what looked like a normal set of teeth, except they had a hole through the center where a short chain threaded through.

            “Stick out your tongue.” I felt him slide something through the grommet in my tongue & attach it to the chain that was fed through the set of teeth. He latched the set of teeth into my upper jaw, and then commanded me to close my jaw until my lower jaw snapped into the set of teeth.

            “These teeth not only allow me to lead you by your tongue with your mouth closed, but they also have the ability to lock around the implants so that you can’t open your mouth.” He inserted a tiny key into one of the teeth, turned, and I heard the click of what I assumed to be them locking to the implants in my jaw. “Without this locking feature you would be able to remove the teeth on your own with minor effort to open your jaw.”

 

            I knew exactly what I was doing. I had trained other ponies, and this one wasn’t much different. She was easier than most. She was broken almost immediately. She was afraid, and fear was good. She would keep herself in fear long enough to allow herself to give in to training. Once she was fully trained to obey, then I would loosen up the reins a bit.

            I was leading her to the training room, one specifically catering to fucking machines. It was time for her to get accustomed to anal sex. Her ass had been stretched up to 2 inches over the past week. I actually planned to start off the day with her handling something around 1 inch and working up to 2 inch diameters. We entered the room and I had her kneel on the floor.

            I removed her wrist restraints and corset and set them on a nearby bench. I removed her nipple-to-clit chain, and walked her over to one of the basic fucking machines. I positioned her so that she was bent over and gripping the bar that was in front of her. I chained her hands to the bar. I then repositioned her feet so that they were two feet apart, and chained them to the floor. I adjusted the height of the device so that it lined up perfectly with her asshole. I pushed her back so that it was touching her. I then lifted her tail, put a tie around it, and attached it to a dangling chain so that it stayed out of the way.

            “Ease yourself back into it. Go at your own pace.” I instructed, but she seemed hesitant.

            “Do it or I will do it for you, and I’ll go at MY pace. I can easily turn the machine on so that you have no control over today’s session.”

            She immediately started easing back onto it. She did so without a change in expression. Too easy, I thought to myself.

            “Ease back off of it.”

            I removed the dildo and replaced it with one that was 1.25 inches in diameter. I put a little lube on it and instructed her to back onto it again. Once again, she did so easily and without a change in expression. I made her move forward so I could swap it out for a 1.5 inch diameter. As she started to ease onto it, I could see she was feeling some discomfort at the size.

            “Good.” I said as I took a seat on the bench. “Go at your own pace. I’ll give you a few minutes to get used to it. While she was busy with that, I went to the closet to search for another nipple-to-clit chain. I found one meant to go down the front, and instructed her to stop. I checked the length, and determined it was too long. I went back to the closet, for a perfect length, and sat back down. I wasn’t ready to attach it just yet.

            “Now that you’re acquainted with the machine, I have a task for you. I want you to pick up the pace and work towards orgasm. I will tell you when to come. If you come before I tell you, then you will be punished and forced to start over. If you behave, then you will be allowed a break after your orgasm. Begin!”

            I watched in amusement as she put on an angry and discomforted look. She took her time and started off slowly. I watched as she became wet and it started dripping down her leg. I could hear her breathing starting to change as she was approaching climax.

            “Remember what I told you. No orgasm until I say so.” I watched as she suddenly slowed her pace. “Faster! I didn’t tell you to slow down.” She sped up once again. “You’ll keep that pace and come when I command you to!” I picked up a nearby magazine and read a few articles before setting it back down. I watched the sweat beading up on her body. She had been holding off an orgasm for a few minutes now. I suppose it’s time.

            “Come!” I yelled in the most demanding voice I could dig up. I watched as her whole body surged with the orgasm. A series of muffled moans and squeals came as she got the relief she had been waiting for.

            “Good. Pull off, you can have a break. I’ll put in a different oral attachment so you can have a drink. I’ll leave this attachment in as long as you do not speak until spoken to. The only sounds you may make are sexual noises.”

            I pulled out the teeth, detached the chain from her tongue, and inserted a set of rubber teeth. She put on a questioning look, but I ignored it and went to get her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. I brought it back and squirted it into her mouth for her. This would be the only time I did so.

            “Thank you.” She uttered.

            *smack!* She let out a short whimper.

            “Did you forget my name?!”

            “Thank you, Mark.”

            *smack*

            “Sir…thank you Sir!”

            “Next time I give you anything, I expect to hear that from you. Notice I didn’t punish you for saying the proper phrase after you received punishment. Next time you’re punished I expect to hear ‘thank you, may I have another’. If I don’t hear it, you’ll receive twice the punishment. Understand?”

            “Yes, Sir.” She squeaked out in fear.

            “Louder!”

            “Yes, Sir!”

            While she was thinking about the punishment she had just received, I took the time to swap out the current dildo for one that was the same size, except expandable.

            “Begin!”, I said, catching her offguard.

            I watched as Lusia started pumping, in and out, over and over. I was still standing by the machine. As she started to get into it, I gave the dildo a pump to inflate it. Every few entries, I would give another pump. I wanted to have it up to two and a quarter inches by the time she was reaching the peak of her enjoyment. Little by little, pump by pump, and it was finally up to its full size. I took a seat.

            “You’ll get a break when you’ve had two orgasms. I will tell you when to come. Once you come, you are not allowed to stop. You may slow down to a respectable pace, but you may NOT stop. If I think you’ve slowed down too much, I’ll punish you.” I smiled at the amusement this was bringing me. She didn’t know how slow I would allow her to go, so out of fear I knew she would continue at a fairly decent pace. I waited until she had been on the brink of orgasm for close to 10 minutes.

            “Come!” I yelled loudly. She immediately came, through a series of moans, and then started to slow down. As soon as she realized she had slowed down, she picked up the pace until she was going nearly as fast as she had been going shortly before orgasm. It was just as I expected. I only waited 30 seconds before I yelled it again.

            “Come!” I could see she was confused, as she had only just started to get back into it. I grabbed my crop, walked over to her, and gave her 5 lashes. Only hard enough to leave a few red marks for the next hour.

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.”

            I gave her 5 more lashes. I’m sure it confused her, but she would learn that punishments would sometimes be dished out when asked for.

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.”

            “No. I think you’ve learned your lesson. When I tell you to come, you come. I suggest you learn to get close to climax very soon after each orgasm. I think now you should do an additional orgasm before I give you a break. Begin!”

            She was quickly learning her lesson. Within 30 seconds she was on the verge of climaxing. I let her stay there for a good 15 minutes.

            “Come!”

            I watched as she came, body surging, and sweat dripping. She slowed down while orgasming, and immediately after she picked up the pace. She seemed to be taking her time climaxing. I gave her a single lashing as a reminder.

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.”

            I stood there watching as she quickly started to get into it again.

            “Come!” A few seconds later she came. She was quickly learning the ways. Within a couple weeks she would be able to come on demand at any point in time. She would also get to the point where she would come nearly instantly every time it was demanded of her. Eventually she would be trained in such a way that she would never be able to come unless she had been given permission. I decided it was time to introduce a new device.

            I wheeled over a new device and positioned it in front of her face. This device was for oral training. I attached a bag filled with nutrient rich water to the back of it. I positioned it in front of her and bolted it to the floor.

            “Bend down so that your torso is parallel to the floor.”

            She did as I said, and I adjusted the height of the device so that it was in line with her mouth.

            “Lean forward taking it into your mouth.” I commanded.

            She hesitated, I lashed her, she said her thanks and took the rubber cock into her mouth. It was only 6 inches long, so I had no doubt she would have trouble using it.

            “Suck!” She did, and as she did she put on a look of surprise. She discovered that if she sucked well enough, she would get a drink. However, I had only placed a small amount of water in the bag. Soon it was gone. She wanted more. She pulled away.

            “Thank you, Sir”

            “If you want more you’ll have to earn it.”

            I move to the other machine and replaced the inflatable dildo with a solid one of the same size, except a bit longer. I moved back to the oral machine and hooked up a tube to the back of it. This tube ran to an automated dispensing unit. The control was back at my bench, and I could control what type of liquid she received, when, for how long, and all at the push of a button.

            “Take it into your mouth again.”

            I walked behind her and moved the machine so that the dildo was half an inch from her asshole. Now if she pulled away from the cock, she would be greeted with a dildo up the ass. I also attached the chain from her nipples to her clit. If her tits rocked back and forth too far, she would receive stimulation to both areas. I was sure that she would find herself enjoying that stimulation enough to put effort into her oral & anal, with the hope that she could keep the clit/nipple stimulation going.

            “You’ll be rewarded with a drink after you come. We will take a break after you come three times. Lean back until you feel the dildo on your asshole and stop once it has started to enter your ass.”  I watched as she leaned back and was surprised to discover she didn’t have far to go.

            “Begin!”

            She immediately started rocking back and forth, from ass to oral. I watched her tits rock back and forth, lightly tugging her clit as she rocked back onto the dildo. She had learned her lesson previously, and had allowed herself to enjoy the arousal immediately so that she was ready to come at any point. She had gotten used to holding off orgasms, and I could see that she was enjoying herself as she went from oral to anal. She was really getting into it.

            “Come!”

            As she was coming, I hit the button to give her a shot’s worth of flavored water. She gulped it down greedily and continued. This time I waited a few minutes before commanding it again.

            “Come!”

            As she came, I once again allowed her a short drink of flavored water. Over time she would associate oral with pleasure for herself, and she would enjoy giving it at any point in time.

This time I figured I would switch it up. I selected a slightly salty flavored water from the list. Within 20 seconds of her last orgasm, I commanded her final orgasm.

            “Come!” I shouted.

            As she came, I hit the button. A shot of room temperature, mildly salty water was sent through the cock and down her throat. Most girls would express their distaste, but she must have been too thirsty to care. She even tried to suck out any remains in the cock.

            “Greedy little cumsucker, aren’t you?”

            She gave me an angry look that quickly passed when she remembered the punishments I could easily bring. I had her take the dildo in her ass again and stay there. I moved the oral machine away and started fiddling with her nipple to clit chains. I wanted to replace them with her casual length chains. I went to the closet and grabbed the other set of chains. While I was in there I decided to grab a syringe and fill the sacs in her breasts with applejuice…my favorite.

            I grabbed her breast, found the tube, and started filling. I stopped at about 6 ounces. I liked the way they looked when the sacs were filled. They were nice and extra perky with the sacs filled. As I was filling them I had noticed she was beginning to get wet again. I took this oportunity to swap out the chains. As I went to attach the new chain to her clit, I felt around just to see how wet she was. She was like a leaky faucet.

            “Come!” I yelled. Suprisingly, she climaxed and came over the course of a few seconds.

            “Very nice, I’m surprised you’ve learned so well. In any case, It’s lunch time. Since you did so well, I’ll give you an option. You can either wear the feeding gag and feed from the system on that wall, or you can feed from the rubber cock. Which would you prefer?”

            “Please Sir, don’t put me in the feeding gag again. I want to suck it from the cock, Sir.”

            “That’s a good girl.” I smiled, causing her to smile back. “I’ll put it back in place for you.”

            I moved the anal machine away, adjusted the bar she held on to, and moved a bench over so she could sit while she ate. I wheeled the oral machine into position in front of her mouth. I switched the machine over to a ‘feed-draw’ option, which would allow her to suction out the food at her own pace. I selected a fruity, nutrient filled, applesauce type of mash.

            “You may start feeding.”

            While she was feeing, I went to the next room over and made my own lunch. I ate alone in silence, contemplating how to play things out over the next few weeks. I finished up my lunch and headed back to see how Lusia was doing. I stepped into the room to see her still sucking away. She looked as though she was enjoying it.

            “So Lusia, are you ready for a drink?” She pulled away from the cock.

            “Yes, Sir. Please, I’m thirsty and would like a drink.”

            I removed her posture collar and removed one of her hand restraints. I grabbed a cup and held it up to her breast.

            “If you want a drink you’ll have to pour it yourself. I filled your sacs with applejuice. You’ll find if you squeeze it, apple juice will squirt out. You’ll fill my cup first, and when I’m done you may fill your own and have a drink.”

            She was a little embarrassed at first, but she did as she was told. With every squeeze, apple juice would be forced out through her nipple and into the cup. When she could no longer get anymore out of her right breast, I pulled the cup away and started drinking. When I finished, I let her fill her cup. She had started to leave a puddle from squeezing her tits so much. When she finished, we got back to her training.

            I looked through the cabinets for a 2” locking plug. I wanted one with a line in for “ejaculation”. Shoving some of the smaller plugs aside almost made me wonder why we even had them. I don’t think they’ve ever been used. Reaching to the back of the cabinet, I pulled out what I had been looking for. I restrained her free hand and positioned her somewhat close to her previous stance. However, I moved the bench in front of her and adjusted the height.

            “Get on your knees on the bench.”

            She did as I said. I bolted an attachment onto the bench that allowed me to restrain her legs to it. She was now sitting doggy-style and wouldn’t be able to move forward due to the restraints on her legs. I then lowered the bar she was hanging on to so that her ass was up, sloping down to her shoulders at a gentle curve. I then selected one of the 1 inch diameter dildos for the fucking machine. I knew even that would be hard for her with her ass already stuffed with a rather large plug.

            With her ass high it was easy for me to put her plug in. I lubed it up and had to force it in until the head popped in. Since it was the stem that was 2 inches, the head was actually closer to 2.5 inches, and due to her lunch break, her ass had time to tighten back up. All of this made it fairly tough, and probably painful, to insert the plug. I pulled a dangling line from the ceiling and locked it into the receiver on the plug. This plug had built-in sensors that would react to muscle contractions. Every time her ass or vag contracted, a thick substance much like ejaculate would be sent through the plug and into her ass. The severity of the contraction would determine how much came out, and with what kind of force. Whenever she reached orgasm, the plug would react as though it was orgasming. The best part was that the fluid was heated to the proper internal body temp of your average male. The machine would stop once she had been filled with 10oz of fluid, which was the minimum amount released by all of our stallions.

            I attached the dildo to the machine and lined it up perfectly with her vag. I adjusted the arm so that the dildo was pushed into her about an inch. She was still dripping wet, perfect.

            “This afternoon’s training will teach you how to use your kegels and your ass to pleasure a cock. The rules are as before. You’re not allowed to come until I’ve commanded you to. The machine will be doing the fucking, so you can focus on contracting your muscles. The machine will automatically stop when you’ve caused it to ejaculate a predetermined amount. The better you squeeze those muscles, the quicker your session will be over and you’ll get a drink.”

            I knew this would be the rest of my afternoon. She was new to this, and with her ass being stretched that far, it would take practice to control those muscles. Not only that, but contractions would cause her pleasure, making it much more difficult to hold off orgasm.

 

            The morning’s training session had been hard on me, but I enjoyed having the company of someone. Mark, while demanding and cruel at times, was looking more like a caring parent to me; just looking out for the best interests of his kids. He really only disciplined me when I broke a rule, and he had warned me about the rules ahead of time. So in all honesty, broken rules were my own fault.

            I felt the dildo pushing its way in as we started the afternoon session. Within seconds I felt an immediate arousal that quickly led to an orgasm I could not hold back. I let out a moan, and then immediately panicked. I had broken a rule, I feared the pain.

            *smack* smack*smack* smack*smack*

            “That’s for disobeying!”

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.” I whimpered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

            *smack*smack*

            “That’s for crying!*

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.”

            “Since you asked nicely…” *smack*

            “Thank you Sir, may I have another.”

            “I think that’s enough for now. You should treat your punishments like a learning experience. You should welcome their presence, as it helps you by making you learn from your mistakes. It will make you a better slave, will it not?”

            “Yes Sir, it will make me a better slave.” It felt strange calling myself that…a slave. But at the same time it was sort of comforting. Being a slave meant that I didn’t have the stress of everyday worries. I had someone looking out for me, taking care of me, and I only had one task in my current position…to please. Easy enough for the money I would be earning, all it would take is some effort. I was sure once things became routine I would be able to handle most jobs with ease.

            “As an additional punishment, I will be raising the amount of fluid you’ll be required to draw out of the plug. You’ll be filled with twice the initial amount before the machine will stop. If you disobey or break another rule, you will be punished with twice THAT amount before the machine will stop.”

            The machine had been pounding away through his lecture. My ass still burned from my punishment, so that at least made it easier to ignore any pleasure. I assumed my mistake was a result of my forcefully bulging G-spot, making it easy to be stimulated. Even in my current state of pain, I was learning to enjoy it. I had to, else I would risk tearing up or not being able to come if he demanded it.

            So there I stayed, posed for all the world to see, being fucked by a machine, and being commanded like an animal. It was degrading and humiliating, but I had to accept my fate if I wanted to live the coming months in optimism rather than depression.

            I felt the machine continuing to fuck away. In and out, in and out. I could feel my own juices running down my leg. I stayed on the edge of climaxing, and that’s when I remembered about the plug. I would be trapped in this situation until I pleased the machine enough. Realizing how exhausted I already was, I couldn’t see myself surviving this for too long. I quickly got to work trying to clench those muscles. Yet every time I tried to clench, I would feel a burst of arousal. How was I expected to do this without reaching orgasm as a result?

            I tried harder, focusing more on using those muscles without sending myself over the edge. Was that a squeeze? I couldn’t tell, it was so hard to judge with it stretched that I…

            “Come!”

            …felt a surge of pleasure rush over me as my muscles started contracting in response to the orgasm. I felt the warmth of fluid shooting into my ass from the plug. It seemed like ages had passed before the orgasm passed. I started to relax, but the machine did not, it kept pumping away. I was given no break to relax before…

            “Come!”

            I once again was immediately greeted with an orgasm. Warm fluid one again shot into my ass, filling me up just a little more. I was confused by the sudden orgasm. I had just came down from the first, and was not even aroused yet before he commanded a second orgasm…yet as commanded, my body came.

            Getting back to work, I started focusing on those muscles again. I wanted to hurry up and finish this session, and since I had no idea when the machine would stop, I could very well have a long way to go.

            After what seemed like an hour since my last orgasm, I was finally starting to get the hang of clenching those muscles. Every once in a while I would feel a forceful spurt inside my ass. I took that as a sign that I had done well, and the more I could get at that force, the less time I would be here. The machine kept pumping away, while I kept clenching periodically. I was still on the verge of orgasm, but I held it off by focusing my efforts on filling myself. I could hear the rustling of pages, the sound of a magazine I assumed. I turned my eyes to the side to see if I was right…

            “Come!”, and so I came, and hot fluid one again flowed into my ass.

            “Come!”, I did so again with no effort.

            “Come!”

 

            I watched as Lusia allowed the machine to pump away. She was doing very well for her first day. She had already received 12oz from the orgasms alone, and another 5oz on her own. She managed to squeeze out another 4oz over the course of half an hour. She was getting better as time went by.

            “Come!” I commanded, and she did. I’m sure by now she felt bloated from all of the fluid, but she would learn to handle it. I watched as the machine slowed to a stop. She was dripping sweat and exhausted.

            “Would you like a drink Lusia?” I asked her politely.

            “Please Sir, I would very much like a drink.”

            I lowered the bench she was kneeling until her back was level. I then wheeled over the oral machine. I replaced the current cock with a larger one.

            “Raise your chin up.”

            She did, and so I adjusted the height of the oral machine and inserted the cock into her mouth so that only 2 inches of the 8 inch cock remained exposed. I then put a harness around her head and attached chains from it to the machine. The chains were short enough that she couldn’t pull her head away from it, but she could certainly move forward to take more of it in her mouth.

            “The better you do at giving head, the more fluids you’ll receive. The cock has sensors in it that determine how much pleasure you’re giving. The higher the pleasure, the less thirsty you’ll be.” I selected a liquid with the consistency and flavor of come. I set a timer in front of her and set it to five minutes. “You have 5 minutes to drink. After that I will remove the cock and you’ll not receive another drink for 2 hours. Begin!”

            I watched from my bench. She started out slow, trying hard to avoid taking any more of it into her mouth. She soon realized that her current technique would yield her very little result. I was sure the taste of the liquid wasn’t appetizing, but she was thirsty. I changed a setting with the machine. It would now incorporate a delicious fruity flavor whenever she was doing well. The amount of the flavor would be determined by the quality of her service. I would continue this training over the course of the week, as it would train her to associate good service with enjoyment. The timer rang, and her five minutes were up. I received a print-out from the machine plotting a graph of how she had done. It actually graphed the amounts of the flavors used throughout the five minutes, and looking at the line for the fruity flavor, I could see how well her service had been.

            I unhooked her chains and moved the machines away. I also removed all of her restraints and instructed her not to move.

            “I’m going to remove the plug from your ass and replace it with a new one. It would be wise not to allow the fluid in your ass to escape.”

            I wiped her pussy and ass clean with a moistened towel. I picked up a new towel and wiped the sweat from the rest of her body.

            “If you let any fluid escape, I’ll see it. The more fluid you let out, the longer your punishment will be, and it won’t be as gentle as the lashings.”

            I saw the fear in her eyes. Very good. I detached the line from the plug. I began to slowly pull it out, giving her plenty of time to clench her asshole tight around the cone of the plug’s head as it was removed.

            “Not a drop spilled. Good. Now lets see if you can keep it that way while I get you a new plug.”

            I went through the cabinets looking for one that matched her skin tone and wouldn’t be noticeable. I wanted her to be displaying her nice ass on the way back to her room. After several trips to the cabinets, I finally came back with one that matched. I lubed it and it slid in perfectly, locking into her implanted studs. It was a little over 2 inches, but it blended in nicely.

            I then grabbed her corset and placed it around her body. I could see the discomfort on her face as I tightened it. She was still containing fluids in her ass, so it was expected. I attached her posture chains and let her stand there while I looked her over. Noticing her right foot was flat on the ground, a gave a light smack to her calf to warn her.

            “Remember your initial training, before we met. When standing, left foot flat, right toe touching the floor! Now let me see you walk to the door.”

            I watched as she walked normally. Halfway there I told her to stop, which she did hold the proper stance for, and gave her a lashing.

            “Always high step when walking, unless instructed otherwise! Continue.”

            This time she did it right.

            “Turn around.”

 

            I was exhausted, but with the chains and collars I was forced to wear, there would never be any rest for me. Though I was tired, I still had to appear proud, or else I would suffer the pulls of the chain. We took a different route than earlier. We passed by a lot of doors, and even some people. We then came to a door to the next hallway. There were some trainers having a conversation about their ponies beside the door. We stopped to wait for the door to open.

            “Come!” Mark demanded.

            Sure enough, my body obeyed. I felt the orgasm rip through my body like a tidal wave. Immediately after, my face flushed, and I felt utterly embarrassed and humiliated. I had just had an orgasm, not of my own free will, in front of a group of strangers. I felt betrayed by my body. I could feel fluids dripping from my pussy, running along my lips and down my legs.

            “Let me clean that up for you, Mark.” One of the trainers said with a smirk.

            Out from behind the crowd stepped a fellow slave. She was very beautiful, and the gear she was wearing was very intricately designed. I remained still, looking forward as she kneeled in front of me. I felt a neatly pierced tongue delicately cleaning the mess from my thighs. I started to grow wet again. The tongue gently glided up my thigh and started cleaning up around my pussy, slowly licking the escaped juices. I then felt her tongue go very deep inside me, swirling around, licking up all traces of my wetness. As she stood up I was horrified to see how long her tongue actually was. She could easily touch the top of her nose with that thing…and she did! She was cleaning my juice off of her nose with her own tongue.

            “So how’s that enhanced tongue working out for you Pete?” Mark asked.

            “Pretty good. She’s learned to use it very effectively on the other mares.”

            “Nice. I’ll have to look into that procedure for this one. I actually have other things on the list I would like done, but I may consider a lengthening of her tongue.” Mark said with a polite smile.

 

            It had been a long week. I had been taught how to give myself an enema, as well as how to put on some of my gear in the mornings. Every morning had been the same. My body and mind were on a schedule. I would wake up at 6am, hook up the enema line to my plug, and sit through an enema. I would put my hair up in a ponytail high atop my head, brush my tail, brush my prosthetic teeth, put on my lipstick, and put on whatever gear they had chosen for me the night before. Any gear I couldn’t put on myself would be put on by Mark when he arrived to pick me up.

            We would go to the training room and go through the same exercises. Some days there would be frequent ‘clopping’ from other trainers with their mares. There was almost always someone other than Mark and myself in the room. Each of us were trained with the ‘come’ demand, but each of us would only respond to the voice of our own trainer. If Mark told me to come, I would be the only one reacting. I had gotten better about following orders and rules properly.

            Today was not like any other day. Today was the start of week two of my training. I had been informed that we would be switching to a different training routine today. I was actually excited for the change of pace. I did my morning ritual, had a quick breakfast, and started putting on my gear.

            The first items were a pair of hooves for my feet. They had a very high heel…well, rather the spot where my heel rested inside the boot was high. There wasn’t actually a heel on the thing. These boots were also weighted. They felt like they weighed 5lbs a piece. I put them on and trotted around the room. They made a nice sound, but they quickly got tiresome. I moved on to the next item; a full cup bra with holes for my nipples to poke through, and a tunnel on each side of the nipples that lined up with my nipple grommets. There was also a harness for my torso. One leather strap went around my waist, with two straps coming down from my bra, and two straps going down my lower abs, between my legs, and wrapping around each thigh until it attached back to itself. The next item was bridle with bit and blinders. I was to put the bit under my tongue, put in a set of teeth, route my tongue through the hole in the teeth, and stick a barbell through the grommet in my tongue. This resulted in my tongue being trapped in such a way that it was pulled tight and sticking out of my mouth.

            I wheeled over the stocks, locked it in place, and then locked my own ankles and head in the device. Shortly after, Mark walked in. He put on my posture collar, bound my arms behind my back, and slid a D-ring through my nipple and bra grommets. My nipples were now protruding proudly from my bra. He also attached a bell to my clit. Now when I walked I would make a pretty little jingle. Mark finally attached the leash, I felt a tug on my nipples, and we were off to the training room.

 

            I positioned Lucia in the center of the room. There would be no other trainers in the room today. I wheeled a restraint bench in front of her. She kneeled down on it. I had her sit on her legs. I spread her legs and locked her ankles to the bench, and her thighs to her ankles. Her upper body was laying, face-down, on a contoured padded board. Her shoulders rested against curved pieces, to keep her from sliding forward. I finalized her restraints by cuffing her wrists to vertical support bars for the board she was laying on.

            I wheeled over a different machine than usual. This one had a permanent attachment that resembled the majority of our stallions in looks, size, and functionality. It had the ability to expand as it grew hard, and “ejaculate”. We tried to keep it as close to the real deal as possible. I adjusted the arm so that it lined up perfectly with Lusia’s vag. I then moved it about 4 inches away from her vag. I also wheeled over the oral machine and lined it up with her mouth.

            “Open!”

            I removed her current oral attachments and replaced them with smooth rubber nubs. I adjusted the arm so that the cock slid all the way into her mouth. I turned on the machine.

            “You’ll be rewarded as you please the machine. It will go slow so you have time to please it as good as you can. It will also pull out far enough that you can taste your rewards.”

            I walked behind her and swapped out her current plug for a small one. I then turned on that machine. I walked over to the wall and selected a fluid similar to ejaculate, and sat down to watch the action. The better she did with the oral machine, the harder the cock on the fucking machine would get. I watched as she seemed to be enjoying herself, so I gave her a reward with a blueberry flavored ejaclate from the machine. After that, she really got into it.

            I watched as the cock aiming for her vag started to grow and extend. I gave her another reward to get her to get back into the oral full-force again. I watched as she enjoyed the tasy treat and started to get into it more again. The cock at her vag grew more quickly in response to her oral. It started to push its way into her. As it did, she looked a bit startled, not expecting it. Once the machine had fully extended the cock, it started pumping away.

            “I want you to start using your kegals to squeeze that cock. The better you do, the better the reward will be. If you do poorly, then you will be punished.”

            The machine pounded away for over an hour, and suprisingly, she was holding up very well.

            “You may come when the cock in your mouth comes, and ONLY as it is doing so. If you start to come after the cock has finished ejaculating, then you will be punished.”

            After such a long time with stimulation and no orgasm, I was sure she would be hungry for it. I watched with amusement as she increased her oral effort and really got into it. She was doing extremely well. We had a reservoir of ejaculate from our stallions. I selected that, had the machine heat it to the proper temp, and a few seconds later it was pouring into her mouth. I had the machine ejaculate a full 4oz into her mouth as she came to orgasm.

            “Suck the remainder off of that cock. I want it to be licked clean.”

            I got up and wheeled it away as soon as she was finished.

 

            I had been surprised by the cock entering my pussy, but it quickly went from surprise to pleasure. Now that I was focusing my efforts on pleasing it, I was really enjoying it. Not long after I started to feel the warmth and pressure of the cock ejaculating. I had expected it to stop shortly, but it just kept going. I was starting to feel bloated, and I felt some of the fluid sqeezing out and running down my leg. Finally, the machine stopped pumping.

            I heard Mark get up, and I felt the cock being removed from me. It was suprisingly long, and as soon as it was out, I heard a series of plops as most of the fluid ran out and landed on the bench.

            “Lusia, did you enjoy that?”

            “Yes Sir, I enjoyed it very much.” I responded

            “You may have a drink” He said as he wheeled over the oral machine again and placed the cock inside my mouth. I started sucking and was immediately greeted with cool, refreshing water. The rest of the day was much of the same.

 

            It had been 6wks since Lusia had arrived at the ranch. As her trainer, I found myself enjoying our time together. She was learning well, and had only been temperamental a few times. Her breasts were almost at their final size. I was sure she must have noticed, as we had to keep increasing cup sizes, and every once in a while I caught her playing with them.

            She had finally earned the right to move from her current room to a stall in one of the stables. Soon, possibly even today if Jasmine permitted, Lusia would begin training with fellow ponies rather than machines. Today was the weekly client-viewing, so I was on my way to dress Lusia in her best attire and lead her to her new home.

 

            I had woke up to find Mark in my room. I had apparently overslept for what he claimed was an important day. I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't have much interest. I was distracted by my own mind, imagining what else was outside these walls.

            We made our way through many doors until we finally came to what resembled a sliding door to a stable. Once inside, I was lead past stall after stall. There were many other mares in here. Each door was labeled with a name and an “occupation”. Some girls were modified more than others. I saw one girl who had what appeared to be an actual mane, another who had enlarged nostrils, a red head with a very long split-tongue, and of course a few with several piercings and snaps.

            I felt a light tug on my septum. It was then that I realized I hadn't been keeping up.

            “If I feel that again, I will have to punish you.” Mark responded.

            We must have walked by 20 stalls before we finally stopped. I watched as mark unlocked a stall door. On a small plaque there read, “Lusia, Slave/Entertainment”. I had had a fair taste of the slave portion, but I wasn't quite sure what was in store for me as far as entertainment. I felt another tug, except this time as a signal to begin moving again.

            “This is your stall. You'll notice it's much nicer than your old room was. You have a semi-private toilet behind that curtain at the back. You'll still be required to continue your daily grooming routines, but you will be expected to dress yourself. Special tools such as gags and bridles will only be used on certain occasions, unless you misbehave.” Mark sounded fairly relaxed today, and didn't have the usual commandeering tone.

            I was, unknowingly, swishing my tail back and forth as I thought about how much more exciting this change of scenery was. I couldn't wait to settle in.

            “I see you're obviously quite thrilled. However, today is an important day. Clients will be coming in to view all of our ponies. It's possible they may pick you for whatever tasks they have in store. As you may already know, being a sex slave only applies within our walls, servicing our staff, ponies, and sometimes clients. What clients will be selecting you for, are entertainment purposes. Sometimes a client just likes to come watch their favorite pair mate, and other times they may want to rent one or more ponies for an event at their estate. Some of our most respectable, and highest paying, clients will be coming through today. I want you to be on your best behavior, as they pay top dollar for our services, and ponies get paid per job. As a result, the trainers get a portion of their pony's earnings, so if you want to avoid punishment, you had better do well.”

            I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was going to be examined by clients like a lab rat, just so I could be used for their entertainment? These were people I didn't even know! How could I be expected to trust them?! *Zap!* I felt the bite of the cattle prod as Mark noticed the look of distaste in my eyes.

 

            I headed up to Jasmine's office to let her know that Lusia was ready for viewing. As I exited her office, I saw Vanessa heading up the pathway. I nodded a polite hello as I headed back to Lusia's stall. No doubt she had wondered why I never responded to her before walking off. I figured maybe she would feel a sense of disappointment, causing her to behave better in an effort to prove me wrong.

            All morning long, the clients came and went. They were all interested in her modifications and what she was capable of. Some wanted her as a novelty wine glass at a party, or simply standing at a door to greet guests, while others wanted a full on show between her and another pony at an exhibition they were hosting. There were even customers who wanted to display her at their exhibition as a “trial model” for ponies and clients from other areas to test out, which would also be a nice bit of advertisement for “J&D Ranch”.

 

            It had been a long morning, and I was exhausted. Surprising, considering I didn't actually do anything. Hunger was pulling at my stomach, and finding it hard to resist, I started searching for the food dispenser in my stall. I hadn't even noticed Mark standing there.

            “No time for food right now, Lusia. You've got training to head off to!” Excitedly, Mark attached a chain to my septum, and lead me away from the comfort of my stall.

            As we headed down the stable, we came to a large sliding door like before, only this time it lead into the great outdoors. I took a deep breath of fresh air. I could smell the flowers in bloom, and hear the birds chirping. Hopefully I would soon get to spend more time out here. I felt a downward tug on the chain as we came to a stop in front of another stable door. Mark slid open the door and we slipped inside. This end of the stable seemed to be dimly lit compared to the opposite end. As we walked past stalls I caught glimpses of what appeared to be both mares and stallions. Some were fucking, while others were chained to opposing walls in the same stall.

            I felt a pang of fear. What had I walked into? Was this what I signed on for? We paused at one stall containing a mare and a stallion who seemed to be enjoying themselves much more than I expected. I started to feel a slight tingle in my clit as I watched, mesmerized. She was on all fours, perched atop a platform. Her hair in a very decorative pony tail, her back arched, and a long flowing tail curled up and to the side; out of the way of the action. He had his hair in a wide mohawk, his muscles rippled, and his ass flexed with every thrust. In and out, in and out...it was just so...large. His dick looked somewhat inhuman, as it seemed far too long, and much wider than what I had ever seen, and yet she seemed to be enjoying it. Sweat beads would run off his body and onto hers, and every drop only seemed to make her moans more enthusiastic. So hard. So fast. It was like a scene out of a movie. My eyes grew wide with excitement and interest as I watched them on the edge of climax. My clit was vibrating with pleasure, I could feel my own juices starting to drip down my leg.

            “That's one of our better pairs.” Mark stated quietly. “They earned the right to fuck as they please, and are free to roam the grounds, all because they were so well behaved. They even opted to sign a new contract at the end of their original.”

            I felt a sharp tug on the chain. “Come, that's enough. You have other things awaiting you, as do I. You'll be spending the rest of your day with Karen. I'll be back later to walk you back to your stall. Understood?”

            “Yes.”

            *Smack!*

            “Yes sir! May I please have another, sir?”

            *Smack!*

            I felt angry at Mark for hitting me, but also angry with myself for disobeying. After all, he had taken care of me these past 6wks. Sure, he was tough sometimes, but it was my fault for getting out of line or not paying attention in the first place.

            Still agitated from the smack, I felt a tug, and we continued down the hallway. We approached one of the brightly lit stalls. Inside was empty, all save for a few basic items. Mark stripped me down, and proceeded to unlock a small box in the corner. He pulled out what looked to be a pair of pants.

            “Put these on.” Mark tossed them over. I unfolded them only to discover they were leather chaps. They had D-rings in a variety of places. I could only assume that, like most other things, they were used for tie-downs. I slid them on and felt the cool draft of stable air brushing against my pussy.

            Mark then pulled out what looked like a harness...for my bust? I put it on. Straps encircled my breasts in a triangle, leaving the breast exposed, but still supported. As I bent over to put on the hooves Mark had given me, I got chills down my spine as I felt my anal plug being unsnapped and removed. I knew better than to react, though. I continued putting the hooves on. As I was slipping the cuff on, I felt another plug being inserted, but something didn't feel right. I could feel a distinct draft.

            “Karen will be by shortly to lead you to the training room. She's not quite as forgiving as I am. Keep that in mind.”

            Those last few words Mark left me with were unsettling. Watching him leave, I was on the verge of tears. How was I supposed to do well when I don't even know her? What if I did something right, but she thought it was wrong? Would I be wrongly punished?

 

            Karen had brought me to a brightly lit stall. I had been laid lengthwise over what was basically a sawhorse. She had chained my ankles to the floor, and my wrists to a raised bar in front of me so that my back was horizontal. So here I stood. My dignity was certainly not all there. I felt like I was on display; my ass facing the door, my head facing the trainer, with the wall right behind her. I felt cold hands slip a posture collar around my neck. I then felt someone gently stroking my hair, and a pair of blinders were slipped on my head with the bridle. Along with the head gear, she also slipped a ball gag into my mouth.

            “Don't fret. We're just going to look you over. Jane never sent over your charts, so we're not fully informed about your body, but Mark did fill us in for the most part.”

            We? Us? Who is she talking about? I thought she was the only one in here. Wasn't this one-on-one training? I felt a gentle breath on my ass.

            “I'm just going to take a look in your ass here. You've got to love those glass tunnels, so much better than a plug on occasions like these. Let's see what we've got inside this lovely ass. It looks like you've been doing a thorough job of cleaning. I also don't see any damage from the stretching, so that's good. It looks like you've got a 2” tunnel in at the moment. Perfect!”

            I didn't understand why she felt these things were so important. I just know that I didn't like being examined like a test subject. But I guess that's what I was. I felt the cold metal of a speculum slide into my pussy, and a sudden draft thereafter.

            “I'm not fond of my trainees listening to the sound of me rustling about.”

            I felt a heavy pair of headphones being placed on my head. They encompassed my ears, and I could no longer hear anything. I could feel the poking and prodding, but that was it. I felt my lips being pried open, my clit being rolled, and fingers rubbing my g-spot. I couldn't help but get aroused at the feeling. I knew I must be dripping.

            I again felt my hair being played with, and then some light tugging. I felt heavy breathing on my pussy, over my ass, and along the curves of my back. It stopped at my shoulders and hovered there for a moment. I could feel my skin twitching with pleasure at the feeling. I then felt some sort of liquid running into my ass. What sort of weird training was this? I could only assume they were training me to enjoy the feeling of holding an enema in. It didn't make sense though. These stupid blinders and collar were preventing me from seeing what was going on.

            I felt more fluid being poured into my ass. It happened over and over again, until I felt like I couldn't hold any more.

            The headphones were lifted off and I heard the *clop* of a pony leaving the vicinity. Karen, sounding rather happy, “It seems we've filled you to the brim with three of our experienced stallions! Now for the best part, we'll be bring in one of our more experienced stallions. I'm sure you've noticed by now that your ass has been filled with cum. It's up to you to prevent it from spilling out until we're done. Before we move on, you definitely need to adjust your position.”

            My ass went up, and my head pointed downward. It wasn't much of a change in position. I just feared what they had in store for me next.

            I felt a cold pair of fingers on my nipples. The fingers joyously played with my nipples. They were pinched, rolled, rubbed. It all felt so good. I felt a fingertip play with my clit, and a light *pop* as the tunnel was removed from my ass. The fingers continued to play with my clit, while I felt another plug push its way into my ass, only to be removed again. The fingers did their little dance on the outside of my pussy, and then slowly snuck their way inward. I was in total ecstasy as my gspot was massaged. But then...the fingers seemed to extend beyond what was possible. Whatever was making its way inside me wasn't fingers. Freaking out, I tried to move my torso away from it in any way possible.

            *smack*

            I ignored the smack & wiggled some more.

            *smack*smack*

            “Freeze! You don't want to know what I'll do if you move again”, Karen said with a somewhat sinister tone. Oddly enough, she then jumped back into a cheery tone. “This is one of our most experienced stallions,” she said, as I realized what was going on. “You've managed to avoid spilling that cum in your ass, but if you continue to squirm, it won't stay there for long. I suggest to behave. Now, this is all just part of your training. It's your job to stay still, and it's his job to test you out and tell us how good a fuck you are.”

            I couldn't believe what was going on. I was basically a doll, a container for cum, just someone for the stallions to fuck & go on their merry way. I felt his dick still growing as he started pumping. Large, warm hands gripped my shoulders. Harder, faster, he pulled me into him.

            “I expect you to come when I tell you to, just like your trainer taught you.”

            This stallion was riding me hard and fast. I was disgusted, and I just wanted to go back to my stall, curl up in a ball, and go to sleep. I was tired of being someone's bitch.

            “Come!”

            I felt an explosion of fluids inside me, but I barely even heard what she said, let alone orgasmed. I felt the lashing of a whip on my back.

            We repeated the same scenario a few more times before stopping.

            “I had expected better behavior. Shadow, what are your thoughts? Is she physically fit for fucking, or does she still need work done?” Karen asked.

            “I've had better, much better. There was no effort on her part, and she wasn't as pleasurable as I expected.”

 

            I wasn't surprised she did poorly. She was mine, and I knew her better than anyone. She probably was frightened by the new training, but she's going to need to get over it. Now she earned herself a shiny set of implants; beaded rings, one of which prevents the stallions from withdrawing until they've finished and started to go flaccid.

 

            I was nervous. I found out that today I'd be having my first training session with my training partner. It had been so long since I had sex. Vanessa said my partner was also new, but she expressed great interest in the whole ordeal, saying she couldn't wait for it.

            A few days ago I came out of surgery, again. When I went in, my nuts were the size of kiwis. Now they were the size of a pair of tennis balls, but they felt great! Vanessa had fondled them just this morning before she left me to wait in this training stall. She was amazing in every way, though maybe that's just the hormones talking. I also got 3 new piercings. One on my taint & two on my sac. The first has a chain attached to it, and the chain loops through the other two.

            “He's our newest stallion. Today is his first breeding session. It should be fun.”

 

            I found myself in another training stall, yet again. This time I was strapped to a platform that went through the wall. My ass & legs were on one side of the wall, and my upper body was on the other side...with Karen. I tested my leg movement in the hope that I could figure out an escape. I looked up to see Karen holding a needle.

            “Since you were so bad the last time, we've got a solution this time. As soon as Rick finishes restraining you, I'm going to relax certain muscles to the point where they'll feel like rubber to you.”

            In an effort of panic, I went to move my feet, only to feel them being solidly strapped down. My arms & torso were already strapped down, with my breasts dangling freely below me. Karen disappeared, I was greeted with pricks in each leg, and shortly after, relaxed muscles. Back in my line of sight again, Karen injected the same solution into my abs.

            “You'll be able to flex your ass and kegels just fine. I've only relaxed your legs and abs to make sure you don't move around.”

 

            I was lead into the room blindfolded, but boy could I smell everything.

            “I'm going to remove your blindfold. I just want you to follow your instincts and have your way with her. I'll let you have free reign for the first fuck. After that I'll set up rules and we'll get you started training.”, Rick proceeded to remove my blindfold, and then switched with Karen.

            I discovered the source of the smells. There was a fresh, round ass in front of me. The sight and the smell...I could feel myself getting hard. I moved closer. The smell was so tantalizing. It was if I could taste it, dancing off my taste buds. As I got closer, Karen raised the platform so that her ass was level with my dick. I bent over, nearly touching her leg, and ran my nose up her thigh, taking in her scent. I paused at a glistening droplet of her juices that had started to run down her thigh. Unable to resist, I licked it off in a single motion.

            I followed with my tongue up to her clit. I rolled it on the tip of my tongue, and ran it along her labia. I could smell her, stronger, she was more aroused now than before...so sweet. My dick was rock hard & throbbing now. Her ass intrigued me. Seeing it exposed like that, as if it was ready for me.

            “Irresistible, isn't it. It's just ripe for the taking.” Karen reached over and slowly removed the tunnel from her ass. “It's the perfect size for you. That is...if you'd like to.”

            I bent down and took one last deep smell of her pussy, tilting my head to the side as I brought it up, eyes closed. I had to have it. It was throbbing so bad now, I just had to. I lined up and delicately slid my cock into her ass. As the head slipped through, the feeling was better than anything I had felt before. Unsatisfied with that little taste, I started pumping. Her ass was just so tight. I pumped as fast as I could go. As I felt my dick swell up even more, it started pulsing as I let loose inside her ass. It felt like an endless flow of cum. I slowly pulled out, and with a “pop”, my dick popped out and her ass started to close, sealing away all the largest cum deposit I had ever seen. Karen immediately reached over to deposit a fairly small plug into her ass & began to inflate it, only stopping once it was my own size.

            “By trapping such a large amount of cum in her ass, it should make her vagina a much tighter, and more enjoyable, fit for you.”

            I was offered a 10 minute breather, but I declined to take it. The smell was just so good that I wanted more. I felt a cool cloth cleaning me off, prepping me for my next adventure.

            I bent over once again, tracing her clit with my tongue. Her labia were so tight and juicy, I just had to lick. My tongue made its way into her pussy. She tasted so good, and smelled so aroused. By the time I stood up, she already had another strand of juices ready to fall to the floor.  I lined myself up once again, and slowly worked my way in. I immediately pushed through what felt like a ring of small beads, and once my head was in, it was pushing upon another ring of beads. They felt like the ultimate massage, and she was so tight. I rocked in and out a few times before pushing onward. I was about halfway in when I came to what felt like another beaded ring, but this one was tougher to push through. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my ass, which gently applied enough additional force to push my head through the ring. I tried to pull back out, but it was impossible. But it was just too good to pass up! I pushed that thought away as a minor problem I would deal with later.

 

            I felt so violated, and yet so turned on. Once the stallion's head popped through the final beaded ring, he went crazy! I had never been fucked so hard in my entire life. It felt so good, but at the same time I felt so humiliated. I was basically a fuck toy to everyone in the other room. Yet I couldn't ignore it. He was so huge. I could feel his every move, right down to his pulse. His sac continuously bouncing off my clit, stimulating it with every contact. It's just that I've never been so...

            “Come!”

            Oh god! The feeling was so good. The release felt like a thousand tiny waves coursing through my body. At the same time I felt my kegels milking that stallion for all he was worth. I could feel the explosion as he came, and the fullness just enhanced that feeling. I couldn't believe what I had missed out on the first training session.

            “Very well done”, Rick praised. “We're going to add to the session just a bit. Just a little addition that shouldn't be much more than a small distraction. Kyle, would you bring in the girls please?”

            In walked two beautiful girls. They were dressed much different than I've seen. Both were wearing elegant, yet very skimpy clothing.

            “These are some of our more privileged sex slaves. They'll be tending to your breasts.” Rick handed them each a large syringe full of what looked like “Wine,” Rick responded. He made sure I was able to watch as they fondled my dangling breasts. They each grabbed a breast and played with my nipples, before proceeding to inject the wine into my breasts. As the wine went in, I could feel my breasts growing larger and heavier. I then watched as he handed them each another syringe! It already felt as though they were full to the brim, and I groaned as they finished injecting the remainder. “Perfect!”

            Rick tapped on the wall, apparently signaling the stallion to start once again. At the same time, the lovely ladies continued to fondle my breasts. They teased my nipples, and that alone was making my pussy quiver with excitement. The added force of the stallion pushing his way back in only made it more enjoyable. It was then that the ladies below me started reaching up with their tongues, dancing them around each nipple, forcing them to harden even more. Their lips touched my skin, they cupped a breast with a hand, and they began sucking. The reduced pressure in my breasts was such a relief that I fell into a deeply aroused state. My nipples were being sucked, my pussy fucked, and I could just feel the stallion on the other side of that wall swelling up inside me.

            “Come!”

            It was such a rush! It was even better than before! The pumping, the throbbing, the cum, the fondling. Everything felt so perfect.

            “Excellent. You've done so well that I think we can move on to the next thing.”

            A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and once again the girls started fondling and sucking, and that heavenly stallion was thrusting with vigor. I opened my mouth wide to let out a moan, and at first I thought the gag had fallen out, but I found out it was removed by Rick. The freedom to moan freely made me even more aroused. I couldn't help but show my pleasure audibly. The girls played with my nipples just right that I went to let out a loud moan...only to feel something fleshy enter my mouth. A cock? I didn't care. I was so wrapped up in the moment that I just took it all in. A hard-on in my mouth, a hard-on in my pussy, a plug in my swollen ass. I didn't care. I sucked & let myself be fucked and used to my fullest potential.

            The blindfold came off, and I could finally see my client; another stallion. Seeing his amazing cock just made me want to push myself to do better. I felt better than ever.

            “Come!”

 

            After seeing Star work his magic, I knew he didn't need much training. He was coming along nicely.

            “Very nice, Star. You may go wash up using the sink over there.”

 

            I picked up Lusia around 8pm and brought her back to her stall. However, unlike usual, I didn't leave her. I let her clean up and then brought her back to one of the rooms created especially for trainers to have privacy with their pony.

            “I'd like you to put this on.” I handed her a tight pair of crotchless tanga shorts with a hole for her tail and a small top that had holes for her nipple piercings to poke through. When she came out, I pulled out a small, tight-fitting mask that had ears resembling a pony. I pulled her hair through the hole in the back. Then I pulled out a standard ball gag for her. I put a raised pair of boots on her arms so that she could easily walk on all fours.

            “You'll be mt pet for the next week. You'll do as you're told. You'll sleep at the foot of my bed, and you'll be asked to do tasks at random. Now, before we go to sleep, I'd like to test out your new features. Get on all fours and stand in front of me.”

            I reached my fingers into her pussy until I could reach the cervix plug to remove it. I pulled out my dick and rubbed it just enough so that it could poke into her pussy without a problem. The surprise was that I too had the surgery to enhance the size of my dick and my load.

            “Now when I'm finished here, I want you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself out. Don't even think of spilling a single drop of cum on my carpet. The toilet has an automatic enema system, so no need for hands.”

            I started rubbing my shaft, watching as it went erect and further vanished into her pussy before I had even moved an inch. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a tunnel style plug. Without even releasing the air from the inflatable plug, I just popped it out, and popped the slightly smaller tunnel in. I could see that the cum in her ass had settled some since earlier. I made the decision to fill it up again, just for shits and giggles. I jerked off until I felt the urge to come, at which point I pressed my dick to the tunnel and let loose. By the time I finished, she was almost brimming with cum.

            I continued on with my plan to test her newest features.

            “Remember, now, don't lose any of that cum. It's damn near close to just running out your ass. When you're done with that, I suggest you use the feed switch on the wall to eat something before bed, as you won't get a chance in the morning.”

            I watched as she let her back slope, in an attempt to prevent it from just pouring out. It was pretty funny actually, because I wasn't so sure she would be able to prevent the muscle spasms from pushing it out once she orgasms. Ah, well, back to business. I rubbed up & placed the tip at her pussy. I reached around and fondled her tight little nipples & let my dick do the walking as it snaked its way into her pussy. When it was fully erect, I gave it that extra push to get it beyond the third set of beads. That was one excellent fuck. I had my fun with it. I dragged it out for a while before actually letting loose.

 

            We were in bed, a beautifully large, canopy style bed. Mark got up for a moment, and I took the opportunity to stretch out on the bed. I stretched my limbs to their max, into what surely made me look like a giant “X” from above. I dug my fingers into the latex sheets, gripping them until they pulled into my palms. I flicked my tail up, and felt it glide down between my legs as it fell back to the bed. It was like thousands of tiny fingers caressing my thighs.

            I felt the bed sink as Mark climbed on and straddled my back. His fingers began massaging my back, and slowly worked their way up my arms, stopping at the cuffs I still had on from earlier. I felt a light tug on each arm before he worked his way back down into the small of my back. I heard some rustling, and felt something hit my back. Mark continued to massage my back, working his way around my sides. As he reached under and fondled my breasts, I felt a small puddle forming on my back. So that was what I had heard. He had quietly pulled out his dick. I felt myself get a little excited. Mark turned around so that he was facing the opposite direction. He gently moved my tail to the size, and I felt his tongue slowly glide down my ass and across my pussy while he continued to massage my legs. When he reached the ankle cuffs, I again felt a light tug & release. As he moved around, I could feel his dick drawing wickedly wet shapes along my back. I felt my tail raise up in excitement as I flexed my muscles. I then felt Mark get off the bed.

            A warm breath was swirling off my pussy. I felt a nose glide up to my clit, with a tongue following shortly behind. I felt Mark slowly sliding underneath me, his nose & tongue gliding across my abs. I raised up enough to make it easier for him. As he reached my collarbone, I felt his rock hard cock press up against my pussy, and slowly work its way inside. I was dripping. I could feel it. His cock was throbbing, as I felt it push through the first set of implanted beads, then through the second set. A wave of pleasure moved through my body with every small movement through the beads. It then felt like he hit a wall, but he wrapped his hands over my shoulders and kept pushing. I felt the wall slowly give way, sliding over the head, and quickly shrinking once again behind the head, seeming to swallow it.

            He started pumping, very slowly gliding in and out, back to the tight ring of beads, but not out any further. It felt so good. My own juices were just dripping out, creating a puddle on the sheets. I felt a finger collect some of the juices, and push themselves into my ass. They slid in with ease, and then pulled back out, collecting more lubricant, and circling my asshole, as if teasing. I wanted them inside. I got what I wanted. I felt a poke at my ass, and a slow, sensual push. Slowly working inside, slowly working my ass open further. Deeper they went, all Mark's cock throbbed and pumped inside my pussy. My ass started to feel full, and what I thought were fingers were now in deeper than possible. I felt waves of arousal as I was now filled in both my pussy and my ass. I now noticed the extra weight on the bed, and my tail being flipped up & to the side. An extra pair of hands grabbed my ass, and I felt the second cock slip in the remainder of the way.

            Mark smirked as he saw the surprise in my eyes. Both cocks pumped away furiously. I felt myself climbing. The pressure inside both my ass & pussy was quickly increasing. The pressure was enough to fire me into an orgasm. Fireworks went off in my head. Cum was quickly filling inside me, as the guys climaxed.

            *crack!*

            “Ouch!” I yelled, being jolted awake from my dreams.

            *crack*crack*

            My eyes watered with pain as I remembered I shouldn't have said what I did.

            “I'm sorry, sir. May I have another?” I whimpered.

            “For crying? For speaking? How about for leaving a puddle of cum on my nice clean floor?!” Mark, sounding angry, sternly pointed at the puddle with his whip.

            *crack!*

            “Clean that up! And not with a towel. I want you to lick it up like a good little pet would. And when you're finished I want you to wait by the door.”

            I put my face to the floor and looked at my mess. I can't believe he actually expects me to lick this up. It's a floor. Who knows what kinds of things have been tracked in on the bottoms of shoes.

            “I said clean it up.”

            Not wanting to incur another lashing, I put my tongue to the floor and began lapping it up. It wasn't enjoyable. I felt like I was a mop, cleaning up messes using my own body. Lick after lick, I made my way across the puddle, slowly cleaning it up. Not stopping until I had cleaned up every last drop. I made my way over by the door and waited.

            “I'm going to replace a pair of teeth on each side of your mouth with a couple props. They'll prevent you from closing your mouth.”

            I felt him remove the teeth & snap the props into my upper jaw. With a hand on my lower jaw, which was open as wide as it could be, be put pressure on it, and I felt...or rather, heard, the props snap into place on my lower jaw. I tried to move my jaw, but I had no control. Almost immediately I felt drool starting to run down my face. I tried my best to suck it back up.

            “No point in doing that. You'll just tire yourself out trying to suck up drool all day.” Mark commented as I felt cool metal slide along my ass, heard a few snips, and felt my shorts fall to the floor. I felt Mark play with my nipples. I then felt him toy with my clit, and there was a new found pressure between my clit and my nipples.

            “All set!”

            Mark slipped a decorative posture collar on me, and slid a bit-less bridle over my head. I felt what I assumed to be a set of reigns rest on my back. He clipped a leash on me, and away we went.

            I felt extremely exposed. I was completely naked, walking down the hallway. Not even so much as a plug to fill my ass with, thus hiding my asshole. I relaxed my tail so that it fell down my crack, hiding my bits.

            *smack!*

 

            'My god, that is a beautiful ass', I thought to myself. 'Stay focused Jay. No need to get distracted. You and Xander have better things to do, such as getting him to his daily training session.'

            I took a look behind me to see if Xander was keeping up the posture. He certainly was, and I noticed his nostrils were flaring, inhaling deeply, and he was quickly growing hard.

            “That's some fine ass you're handling there, Mark!”

            “Hey, Jay! How's Xander?” Mark stopped for a moment so we could talk.

            “He's doing very well. Training is coming along great. He seems to be enjoying all of his surgical enhancements.”

            “I see that. Looks like he got a good whiff of Lusia. I've made her my pet for the week. I figured I would introduce her to something new, instead of the daily grind of training.”

            “Really...?” My interest peaked, and ideas started swirling through my mind.

            “If you'd like, Xander can take her for a ride. She's got the neatest little beads implanted into her pussy.”

            “Nice...”

 

            I couldn't quite tell what they were saying, but I caught enough to know it was about me. I certainly heard the last part, about taking me for a ride. I knew that no matter what, I had to behave if I wanted to avoid punishments.

            My tail was lifted, and I felt a new dick forcing its way inside my ass. My tail dropped, and the reigns were lifted off my back. This new person pulled on the reigns with every thrust, pulling me into him. His balls were beating off my pussy, slapping my clit, making me creep towards arousal. In and out, over and over again. He started thrusting faster, the smacking sounds of wet skin echoing down the hall. I could hear him breathing heavily, grunting while he thrusted harder. Seconds later he came. I felt the sudden pulsing, and the sudden feeling of cum filling a portion of my ass. As he pulled out I could feel a bit of cum drip down my leg.

            “Xander! Clean that up!” Jay commanded.

            A warm, wet tongue licked up the mess on my thigh. I felt my pussy quiver in anticipation of something more. There was nothing. Mark and Jay said their goodbyes, and Mark and I were on our way again. I was leaving a trail of drool wherever we went. The feeling of cum just sitting in my ass kept me aroused, as it was a constant reminder of what had just occurred.

            We came to a door, and made our way through. We were outside in what looked like the common area. There were trainers and ponies standing around, enjoying the sunny day. Mark walked me over to the group. There were lewd comments made, and crude bits of conversations. I blocked it out and attempted to enjoy the weather, watching some real horses grazing the fields in the distance.

            With my mouth hanging open as it was, I was probably catching flies. It was warm out, and having just been fucked, drool was constantly flowing from my mouth.

            “Let me help you with that.” I head a trainer say, and soon after a flaccid dick was being waved in my face. “Well, don't just stare at it honey.” He said as he moved closer and flopped his dick into my gaping mouth. I encircled it with my tongue and felt it start to go stiff. I moved closer and started pumping my head while trying to keep up some sort of stimulation with my tongue. The dick inside my mouth now filled it, making it difficult to breathe. Drool was still running down my chin, but not nearly as much as before. I tried my best to please this mystery trainer. Being caught off-guard by the cum, I nearly gagged, but managed to choke it down. I was glad Mark didn't notice, for fear of being punished.

            “Not bad. How's her pussy?”

            I heard Mark's voice, very nonchalantly, “Pretty good. She has added features. Beaded for his pleasure, you could say.” Mark chuckled, and I soon felt hands feeling me up. “Breast pockets too, for those times when you want to do a shot but are too drunk to take it from a glass.” More laughing, more humiliation.

            “Mind if I take a look?”

            Cold hands slid along my pussy, slipping inside and feeling around.

            “Ooo, very tight. Those feel like they would be a blast!”

            “Shove over, I'd like to try this mare out...that is, if you don't mind, Mark.”

            “Not at all.”

            I felt a flaccid dick land on my ass cheek. My tail was pushed to the side, and he rubbed his dick back and forth along my asshole until it was hard. He then moved to my pussy and slipped inside. He quickly pushed past the first two rings, and somewhat easily slipped through the third. He immediately started pumping, and quickly escalated the speed until I felt like a jackhammer. It ended almost as quickly as it started. Mark pulled out some sort of long grabby tool with a plug on the end. He slipped it inside my pussy, I felt pressure against my cervix, and then he slipped it back in his pocket.

            “Wouldn't want any of the cum to escape and make a mess!”

            “She wasn't as tight as I expected.”

            “Or maybe you just weren't as big as you thought!” More laughter.

            “We should probably get going.” I heard Mark say. “I'll see you guys at lunch.”

            I was starting to feel a bit heavy, what with the cum I had swallowed, the cum trapped in my pussy, and the cum that I had to work to keep from squeezing out of my ass. Mark and I made our way into one of the stables. The door slid open and we made our way inside. It actually looked fairly cheery inside, but I noticed something odd about the place. The smells were different than the other stables. We walked past several stalls, and I noticed that every stall seemed to contain a stallion. Every stallion turned his head as we passed, dropping what they were doing, just to get a glance. I caught nostrils flaring wide, and heard snorting and deep breaths being taken.

            My ego got a boost from this. They all wanted me, but they couldn't have me. I stood as proud as I could on all fours, and high stepped my way past stall after stall. I kept my tail swept to the side, allowing them full view of my ass. I could just picture the rows of hard dicks that must be behind those doors. I suddenly found myself enjoying every bit of my morning walk. The next set of doors were not solid at the bottom half. I could see every hard cock we passed, some large, some not quite as large. Mark stopped suddenly, tying my leash to a post in the center of the hallway.

            “I'll be back in a little bit. I forgot something important.” I watched as he rushed off to do some unknown errand.

            Alone, I took this opportunity to flaunt my assets and tease the boys. I pranced around the post, being sure to push out my ass and chest. I backed my ass up to one of the doors and flicked my tail a few times. I felt a cock brush my ass and the head poke in. I pushed back onto it, and then pulled away, making my way to the opposite stall. This stallion already had his cock poking out through the bars. I moved forward and took it into my mouth, deeply. It was so big that I couldn't take all of it without having difficulty breathing. I pumped, as did he. I let him get on the verge of orgasm, and then stopped. I could see his cock throbbing. I made my way back to the other stall. This stallion already had a taste of my ass. I backed up, taking him into my pussy. I let him have his fun. He was nearly at orgasm. I pulled forward, spun around, and took him in my mouth. I went all the way this time. I knew it would be quick, so I took it all. I could hear the other stallion jerking himself off as he watched. It didn't take long before a warm load of cum filled my throat. I swallowed a large amount, and just let the remainder slide down on its own. Moving off, I made my way back to the other stallion.

            Seeing me facing him, eying him with that look of desire, I stepped toward him. He picked up the pace. I licked the tip of his cock, and then spun around and forcefully backed my ass onto his cock. I felt him grab my hips, and he started thrusting as fast as he could. Seconds later I felt a massive amount of cum filling my ass.

 

            Yesterday's training session had been amazing. I was now excited, for the first time, about having signed on for this. Sure, it was a little odd, but I was getting paid to have sex. How much better could it get? I didn't know who the mystery pussy belonged to, but I was sure I could never forget the scent, and I definitely wanted more.

            Hell, at this very moment I could swear I smelled her scent. Just the thought of it set me off. I looked down to discover I was dripping on the floor. I decided to finish myself off before someone came by to scold me. I wasn't supposed to get off unless it involved making a deposit inside someone, or with the permission of Vanessa.

 

            I arrived back at the stables and could see that the stallions seemed to be rather excited. As I approached Lusia, I could smell the distinct scent of mating. Curious as to what had went on, I pulled out a glass tunnel, massaged Lusia's asshole, and slipped it in. With her ass now spread wide open, I could see evidence of what she had done.

            I couldn't help but feel some sense of pride, knowing that she was embracing her new environment. I also knew that there needed to be some sort of punishment for doing something without my permission. I think we needed to have a chat. I lead her back to my quarters and let her get cleaned up, though I did leave the tunnel in. I waited for her by the bed, with a set of stocks set up, and an enema plug by my side. She stepped out of the bathroom, saw the stocks, and went straight to them, getting the subtle hint almost immediately. I locked her in.

            “I noticed earlier that you seemed to have a bit of fun without my permission.” I pulled out the tunnel and inserted the enema plug. “Is that true?” I started pumping up the plug until I felt it was an adequate size. “It's okay to speak freely. I asked you a question.”

            I watched her pussy quiver at the thought of what she did, and she managed to mutter out a response, “Yes, sir.”

            “That didn't sound very sure of yourself. I don't want to hear muffled responses. I want to hear strong, dedicated, truthful answers. Say it like you mean it.”

            “Yes, sir!” She made her voice more audible, and much clearer.

            “That's better. What was it that you did?”

            “I teased the stallions, sir.”

            “And why did you tease them?”

            “They were so close, but yet too far away to get me. Teasing them made me wet.”

            “What else did you do, Lusia?”

            “Nothing, sir.”

            “I asked, what else did you do?” There was an awkward pause while she thought about it and attempted to calculate a response. “Don't lie.” I flipped the switch to empty the solution into her ass.

            “I let them both fuck me. I let of cum in my ass. I sucked the dick of the other one until he came, making sure to swallow it all.”

            “Did you think I wouldn't notice?” I could see she was somewhat uncomfortable from the enema. I bent over & got a closer look at her pussy. Noticing she was wet, I collected some on my fingers. “Taste this.” I said as I put my fingers to her mouth. I went back to her pussy, watching as more dripped out and made its way down her leg.

            “I notice you're getting wetter. I'm sure you've noticed too. Did you enjoy what you let them do to you?”

            “Yes, sir. I enjoyed it.”

            “You seem to be getting even wetter. Is there something else you're trying to tell me? You can be honest. Perhaps I can help.”

            “Please, sir, I want to do it again. I want to be fucked.”

            I deflated the enema plug to half its size, and then slowly slipped it out. I pulled out my cock, quickly got it hard, and fucked her in the ass while she still contained the solution. I watched and listened as she bucked and groaned when I came. I'm sure it was both pleasurable, and well as painful for her.

 

            I had planned to take the night off, but I had one patient to tend to. Mark requested some more modifications for Lusia. At the top of the list was a hormonal adjustment. He wanted her to have a drastically increased sex drive. He also noted that she had some difficulty breathing during giving oral sex. To go along with her increased sex drive, he also requested a few other modifications, including the expansion of certain areas, a remote controlled cervical plug, and the addition of bags similar to the ones in her chest, so she could contain more fluids.

            I worked on her breathing issue first. I took a look inside her nostrils and decided to chip away a bit of the bone so that she could breath more freely. While I was in there, I embedded a silicone ring in each nostril to help keep them open wider. While I was at it, I thought it might be cute to put three sub-dermal implants on the bridge of her nose. It would allow for a variety of beads, spikes, and other things to be screwed on for decoration.

            I then moved on to her other airways. I wanted to adjust things so that what went into her mouth would have absolutely no affect on her breathing, so I routed a widened airway exclusively to her nose. This would allow her to breathe easily whenever something was in her throat. Before finishing up, I also took the opportunity to enlarge her esophagus. She would need to be able to handle our biggest stallions.

            Since I was generally allowed to add modifications as I saw fit, I took it upon myself to modify her tongue, remove her tonsils, and pierce her uvula. I removed her current tongue piercing, and proceeded to split her tongue down the middle. I pierced each of the halves horizontally near the tips, and vertically a little further back. I slipped in barbells instead of tunnels. Now she would be able to use her tongue to hug the penis, as well as having the barbells as added stimulation. I slipped a special barbell into her uvula. This barbell had a magnet in it, which would come in handy if she should happen to fuck one of our stallions that happen to magnets implanted into their penis, causing her piercing to drag directly along those spots, which  also contained more sensitive nerve endings.

            Moving onward, I went to work on uterus. Using her own stem cells, I had previously created a second uterus and cervix, knowing it may come in handy. I installed an RC plug for each cervix and tested them out. Now when one uterus was full, that cervix could be closed and the other cervix could be opened for deposits.

            In preparing her for adding more pouches, I injected her with my newest age reduction serum. What this actually does is allows skin to be stretched without breaking, and to shrink right back to it's normal size, all without any evidence of it having been stretched in the first place.

            Once finished, I started on actually implanting the bags. I decided to insert an 8oz bag under each tit. I ran the “in” lines (for inserting fluid), to just under her armpits. I ran the “out” lines (for removing fluid) directly to, and through, the center of her clit. Everything was under the skin so that it went unnoticed. This way any time someone wanted to extract the liquid, she would have to endure the pleasure of someone sucking on her clit.

            I attached a quick-release valve to her clit, made sure it was closed, and started filling the sacs. Once filled, I did a rough size check with my hand. It looked like they bumped her up about a cup size, maybe a little more. She was currently a D cup when her nipple sacs were full, a large C otherwise. But with these newest additions, she would reach  DD when filled.

            I also took pleasure in adding a third sac for fluid. I placed it securely against the outer vaginal wall, starting behind the G-spot, and running the length of her vagina. I ran one line to just under her tail. This line would serve as the “in” line. The other line was run to exit just behind her clit. The “in” line was a bit larger than the other lines on her body. I wanted this line to have the ability to be filled without a syringe. That included being able to be hooked up to a line that continually flowed, which would cause just enough pressure to force the fluid out the exit line without any sucking necessary. This would be a great feature for the clients that may want to put her on display. If the bag was kept filled, it would put enough pressure on her vaginal wall to make it bulge inward, giving more pleasure to both her and whoever may be fucking her.

            Her pussy had all these great features, and yet her ass had none. I took a moment to think, before this great idea popped into my head. I could install an “easy enema” system. The balloon used was extremely small, yet very tough and elastic. I could easily implant it into her ass, run a couple lines, and she would be ready to go. I got started. I implanted the balloon with an attached line, making it so that the balloon sat just inside her sphincter muscles, and I ran the line for the fluid (which like every other line, will not back-feed) to one side of her tail, and the inflation line to the other side of her tail. Her tail concealed them well enough that that were hardly noticeable.

 

            I picked up Lusia from the recovery room. She would be out cold for the next few days, set on another rapid recovery procedure, and wouldn't remember a thing. When she wakes up she'll have no clue anything is different.

 

            I woke up feeling great. I stretched myself out and stood up. I then noticed I had already been dressed. I was wearing boots all around again, another pair of what appeared to be crotchless shorts, and what basically amounted to a 1/3 cup bra. I also had in a ball gag that kept my tongue restrained, and a full mask like before.

            “Good morning beautiful!” I turned to see Mark wearing a big smile across his face. In his hand was a leash.

            “We'll be going for another walk today. I want you to get used to being a pet, as some clients may come in requesting it. You'll also be helping us train a couple of our newest submissives today. They're sex slaves much like you, except that their servicing does not include sex outside of giving oral. I hope you're ready! It should be a fun day. You should think of it as being pampered.”

            Pampered? It still sounded like work to me. Mark attached the leash to my nipples, and off we went. Once again, we enjoyed some fresh outside air. I watched the horses prancing in the field, the ponies lounging in the shade, and the trainers laughing over something inaudible. We soon arrived at another stable, where I got the feeling it was the same stable from last night. Sure enough, upon entering, I saw row after row of stallions.

            I felt my heart race, and my body quiver. Damn, did I ever want to be fucked! The smells, the sounds, and the sight of prime stallions...I just had to satisfy my hunger. What was wrong with me? Had I really enjoyed it so much the other night that I had become an addict?

            “Lovely, aren't they? Strong. Hard. Ready to fuck.”

            I could feel myself dripping once again.

            “Would you like to service one?”

            I strongly nodded my head in agreement.

            “Just one? How about ALL of them? Would you like that?”

            I excitedly nodded my head. I didn't care how tired I may get. I wanted to try them all. I was like a kid in a candy store; one of every flavor, and the chance to try them all. I held my tail high and to the side, making sure everyone could see. Could they smell how badly I wanted it? I hoped so. It would make the wait for each stallion all the more worth it. Get a big whiff boys!

            Mark walked me over to one of the posts in the middle of the stable. I could see heads peaking out doors, all watching in anticipation. I was right where everyone could see. I heard mark in the distance behind me, and the sound of clopping getting closer. I felt a hand brush some stray tail hairs to the side, and the warm, throbbing cock of a stallion slide inside. A few thrusts later and he was finished. I could feel the cum burst forth and come to settle inside.

            Seconds later there was another cock forcing its way in, and the sound of hoof steps approaching. Mark must be lining them up behind me. This stallion was somewhat larger than the last. He immediately started pumping away, reaching around the front of my leg to feel my pussy. Pulling his hand away, I heard him take a deep inhale, and subsequently suck my juices off his fingers. I was overflowing with pleasure from all of this.

            Five stallions later, and I was feeling a bit bloated. I could easily ignore it in favor of arousal, though. I didn't know how many were left, or how much more cum I could hold, but I didn't care. I felt great! Five more came and went, and I felt noticeably more bloated. I knew I could still ignore it, but it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

            “Well, Lusia, it seems your uterus' are just filled to the brim with cum! I think it's time we moved on to the ass fucking, don't you? In case you hadn't noticed, there were a few more adjustments made to your body. We actually added a few more sacks to hold fluids, and adjusted your sex drive just a bit, among other things. I'm going to fill the sacs with cum next, and then we'll move on to filling your ass, finishing up with oral.”

            The next stallion move in, I felt the head poke just inside my ass, slowly entering...and then he just started pounding away on me. Good god did that feel good! I felt him blow a fairly large load inside me. The moment he pulled out, Mark shoved a syringe in my ass and sucked out what he could get. He then did something just below my armpit, and I could feel my breast getting larger. Just as he was finishing up, the next stallion started pounding away at my ass. I could only imagine the puddle I must be making on the floor. Just as soon as he came, Mark shoved the syringe in my ass again, and started filling more of the same sac. He wasn't even finished before the next stallion started fucking me. Again with the syringe, but he didn't put the whole amount in that breast.

            “It must be full. On to the other side!”

            I could feel my breasts sagging lower with the added weight. I looked down and noticed how enormous they were. The fucking continued. No matter how horrifying I thought I looked, I just couldn't ignore how arousing this whole situation was. My body was living the high life. It was getting everything it wanted, and more, and I loved it. Once my breasts were full, the ass fucking continued until it was full, at which point I felt Mark syringe out more cum, except this time he was filling a line just below my tail. The more he filled it, the more aroused I became. I could feel the pressure on my G-spot growing until it was firmly pressing against the opposing vaginal wall. The next cock that went into my ass felt amazing. The added pressure pushed my G-spot right where it could be easily stimulated.

            A few stallions later and my ass was full. I felt Mark insert a plug, but this wasn't like the usual plugs. It was much longer, softer, and much more like a cock than a plug.

            “Feeling full yet? I hope not! We've still got 4 more stallions for your sucking pleasure.”

            Mark removed my ball gag, and I was finally able to move my tongue. I barely had time to stretch it out before a cock was dangling in front of my face. I immediately leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I could feel it growing harder, longer. I felt it touch the back of my throat. I prepared for difficulty breathing, but it didn't come. Somehow I could breathe just as easily as normal. Ecstatic at the fact, I happily started bobbing my head. My tongue caressed his shaft, and started to encircle it. Wait...how was that possible? My tongue...it was split! I was massaging both sides of his cock at the same time! Odd, but yet great at the moment. I got into it more than ever. His cock must have been 14 inches, and yet I took it all down, wanting to give all I could, and at the same time I was getting aroused even more. I hardly noticed when he finally came. Up came oral #2. He was smaller than the others, but not by much. It didn't take much to please him either.

            The next stallion walked up ready to go. Hard cock in hand, he looked like he was just aching to stick it inside. I could see his nostril flaring. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath in, taking in my scent. When his eyes opened I could see his pupils dilating.

            “You remember Star, don't you? He was the one who fucked you during your little mating session. He just loved your tight little ass.” I stared intently at the cock in front of me as a drop of precum started to dangle from the tip. I reached out with my tongue to lick it up, seeing for the first time what my new tongue looked like.

            “You like that, do you? Well, I won't keep you three from having your fun.”

            I took his cock into my mouth. It was much wider than the others, though not quite as long as some, it was still fairly lengthy. My lips neared the base, and I started to rock back. As I rocked back, I felt something entering my pussy...my tight, drenched, pussy. There was a stallion behind me, and I was now trapped between two cocks, unable to fully remove myself from either. So I relaxed and enjoyed myself, rocking from one cock to the next; back and forth. Eventually I felt hands on my hips, and hands wrap around the back of my head. Back and forth they pulled me. Faster, and faster, until they both came. I was now feeling fuller than ever. I looked down to see not only my breasts hanging low, but also my belly was starting to bulge.

            “That was fun, wasn't it! I hope you're ready to help out in training those new slaves.”

 

            We arrived in the conference center, which is where the training was to be held. We had a variety of clients who wanted to see a good show. We felt there was no better way to humiliate new slaves than to put them on a podium in front of a crowd of strangers, and force them to do things they had never done before.

            “You won't actually have much to do. You'll be more of a 'statue' than anything, a tool. It's your job to just stand there and relish the moment. Enjoy yourself while you're up there. You'll have a handful of slaves working only to pleasure you, and who wouldn't want that?”

            I walked Lusia up onto the stage and removed her leash & chains. I also removed her shorts and hooked her G-spot sack's line to a continual flow unit. When they were ready, they would turn it on...that's if they even needed it. If she did well in today's session, I planned to inform Jasmine that Lusia was ready to start taking on clients.

 

            “Jasmine, Mark and Vanessa are both here to see you.”

            “Send them in.”

            I assumed they were here to give me an update on their progress. I hoped to hear good news on their training sessions.

            “Hello Mark, Vanessa. How are your trainees doing?”

            Mark responded first, “Lusia is doing excellent. She has picked up the training very well, and has a variety of modifications to suit our clients. I actually feel as though she is ready to begin seeing clients.”

            “Star is also doing well. He seems to enjoy his job very much, and has actually taken special interest in Lusia. By the end of the week he will be ready for clients. I would also like to add him to the list of stallions used for entertainment, as I think he would do well in that field too.”

            “Fantastic! Give me your client lists, and I'll start giving them a call to let them know the situation. I'm sure they will all be thrilled with the news. They've been anxiously awaiting the day when they would finally get to give Star and Lusia a run for their money.”

            I made a note on my calendar to remind myself to call. Star and Lusia could be taking on jobs as early as next week. And though they didn't have much time left on their contract, I was sure they would both find this business addicting enough that they would want to sign a new contract a few months down the road.