Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get The Blues

Long after Master Alex had left the ballroom he could hear the ongoing festivities. More specifically he could hear the squeals of bunnies as the whipping demonstration continued. He smiled to himself as he thought of their shapely asses on the stage, nervously writhing, but tied down and unable to evade the whipmaster’s blows.

It was a pity to leave the evening cabaret just as it was reaching its peak, but Alex still had to make some preparations for his trip and finish off a few administration tasks before his early morning departure from the island.

Knowing that one of his favored slaves, Jessica, was strung up and waiting in his bedroom was a consolation. Just a few measured strikes of a light switch on her rear would put him in the mood, and Jessica too, he laughed to himself. She was such a confused soul. That’s why he liked her.

Before retiring to his room Alex planned to collect something important from Dr. Schmidt. He crossed the main courtyard, glad to take in some fresh air, though the night-time temperature was still balmy and humid. On the way he bumped into Erik who was escorting pussygirl Kate back to her new lodgings in the medical suite. She was naked except for a white garter belt and tattered white stockings. Her hands were lashed together behind her with a thin leather cord.

“Good evening, Sir.” Kate called out with chirpy good humor, even before Erik had greeted him. Pussy-girls had to be obedient and cheerful, and whilst Kate struggled with the former, she had no problem with the latter.

As Alex was heading to the medical suite, he happily relieved Erik of his charge and gestured for the overworked handler to head back to the lodge.

Noticing Kate’s heavily whip-marked body, he had to admire both her body and her spirit. He also noticed thin twine knotted around the base of her nipples, with the loose ends dangling a couple of inches below them. The marble-sized teats looked very tweakable, Alex thought, but were obviously causing Kate pain. He resisted the temptation to pinch them.

“You’ve had a busy day I believe?”

“Yes, Sir. Very busy.” Kate confirmed, maintaining a submissive manner. “It started with Cervoix’s oral class then I had a few hours on first aid duty. In the afternoon, Sir, I was Master Riccardo’s passenger for a pony race. Then I was whipped in the torture garden... although that was my own fault I suppose. They bound my breasts and nipples, but the cords around the nipples were so tight that nobody could remove them. I do hope Dr Schmidt can help me.”

They entered the brightly-lit medical suite and found Dr. Schmidt busy working at his drug dispensing table. Alex untied the cord binding Kate’s wrists. She knelt down in front of the doctor, lovingly kissed each of his shiny black shoes, then rose and showed him her nipples. Her down-turned lips showing that she felt quite sorry for herself.

The doctor gave her a sympathetic look, that almost seemed sincere. “Bring me two sodas from the refrigerator,” he said.

She promptly retrieved them and offered one to each man.

“Hold them hard against your nipples,” the doctor instructed.

Kate winced at the sudden coldness on her breasts.

“You can have your soda when Kate’s done with them,” he joked with Alex as he prepared the forceps and scissors for taking out stitches. He beckoned Kate towards him and bent her over the rail at the end of a patient’s bed. She complied, still clutching the sodas to her increasingly chilled nipples.

The men admired Kate’s shapely buttocks, with the puffy lips of her sex gaping invitingly between them. The only distraction was the numerous welts from her stint in the Torture Garden, combined with the still-healing scabs from a week ago, when she shinned down into a ravine to rescue Ray the pony driver.

The doctor picked out the stitches at the back of her thigh. He smiled, still amused and impressed that she had managed to put in the stitches herself.

“I said to her, she’s a tough cookie!” the doctor recounted to Alex. The colloquialism was incongruous with his strong German accent. “Ja, a tough cookie!”

Kate’s smile remained unseen. A clever cookie too, she thought. The handcuff key she’d acquired from Ray’s keyring was now safely stitched within her flesh. One day when the time was right, she would use it.

“Up!” The doctor said, and gestured for Kate to remove the sodas from her breasts.

“Diet or regular?” Kate asked Alex. He chose the diet held to her left breast. She smiled like a kid, knowing the regular cola was hers. She knew the doctor never drank soda.

It took Dr Schmidt just a few seconds to cut through the twine that had been tight around her nipples for the last four hours. She would be in some pain as the blood flow started to return, but at least the coldness resulting from their contact with the sodas would make it more gradual.

The men looked over her heavily marked sexy body as Kate walked quickly into the bathroom. She started groaning softly as the feeling slowly and painfully returned to her nipples. As usual she left the bathroom door wide open while she toileted and showered.

The men hadn’t even begun to discuss Alex’s upcoming mission, when Kate emerged showered and dried; the scent of her soap-cleansed body invading their nostrils.

“Lay down here.” Dr Schmidt instructed, patting gently on a patient’s bed with the palm of his hand. Kate laid on her back and stretched her hands to the top of the bed, where leather cuffs were fixed and waiting. The doctor buckled them around her willing wrists, then did likewise to her ankles at the foot of the bed.

“Sore?” The doctor asked.

“Hurts like crazy. More than earlier.” Kate replied.

“Silly girl. You should have taken a cold shower. I thought you knew that!” The doctor poured some cream on his hands and started to rub it slowly, but firmly, into Kate’s breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure at the hands moved expertly across her body.

While the doctor continued to sooth the skin of his wayward nurse, Alex examined the items the doctor had been preparing for him. He picked up a small glass tube.

“That vial should be put in her first drink.” The doctor commented, looking up at Alex only briefly. “Make sure she drinks it as soon as she arrives. It’s like a truth drug.”

“You mean sodium pentathol?”

The doctor scoffed. “Master Alex, we’ve come a long way since those days. Your patient will not feel drowsiness. In fact, it will be the opposite. She will converse as if you are an old and trusted friend. I’ve blended the liquid with dideuterium oxide so it stays at the bottom of the glass. Don’t stir it.”

“Bottom of the glass?”

“She will use a straw, ja?”

Alex gave a wry smile as he thought of the armless woman he was due to meet. “Yes, I suppose she will.” He was impressed, but not surprised, by Dr. Schmidt’s forethought.

“If you ask the right questions, this will confirm that she is amnesiac. The second vial will help you to unlock her mind - to discover if her amnesia is post-traumatic or retrograde.”

“In another glass of water?”

“Yes. After the first drink, your patient will develop a big thirst. She’ll gladly accept your offer of another drink.”

The doctor helped Kate to turn over onto her belly so he could soothe the marks on her back. She ground her belly into the bed as the doctor’s hand slipped between her thighs. As his fingers worked themselves into her moist opening, Kate’s thighs closed on his hand. Shamelessly, she began to hump his hand while the doctor continued his conversation with Alex.

“Little slut!” The doctor joked, but made no attempt to move his hand.

“Do you think it will work? Can it accomplish what the clinic has failed to do?” Master Alex probed.

The doctor smiled confidently. “I’m almost certain. It performed very well as an antidote to Retramnesiol in recent trials and may perform equally well with non-chemical amnesia. My colleagues in Dresden eagerly await your report.”

“Oh yes. Retramnesiol! I haven’t heard about it for a long time. How is it progressing?”

“Very well indeed, Master Alex. We lost valuable research time when a senior technician disappeared last year, but now we are back on track. Next year, if all goes to plan, Rabbit Island will have a powerful tool at its disposal. We can erase the memory of a subject to such an accurate degree that we are able to choose whether she remembers graduating from high school or college.”

The doctor unbuckled the cuffs from Kate’s wrists and ankles. Without further prompting she climbed off the bed and walked drowsily to a three-foot high steel post stood on the other side of the room. Trailing from the base of the post were two chains, each with a set of handcuffs at the end. Kate attached one set around her ankles, then placing her hands behind her back, clicked the other pair around her wrists.

Alex enjoyed watching Kate’s little self-bondage scene but was bemused by her expression, which was a mixture of shame and frustration. The doctor tossed a pillow to her, which she gripped between her teeth and moved it a position to rest her head on.

Master Alex gazed at Kate’s curvy body as it yielded happily to the doctor’s touch. “And they’ll have no memory of Rabbit Island. It will remain an empty gap in their lives?”

“Exactly! They won’t remember a thing about it. No traumas. No flashbacks. They simply get on with the rest of their lives.” Kate realized the men were talking about her... and Jessica... and the other bunnies on Rabbit Island.

Master Alex was cheered by the news. The ability to release their captives after several years was a long-held ambition of his. He looked at Kate, a young woman in her prime, and a credit to the Rabbit Island selection process. But where would she be in ten years? A burnt out, drug hazed whore at best, more likely she would be dead.

Retramnesiol changed everything. If the drug is successful Kate could one day be released from slavery and eventually become just like any other happy wife and mother, with a mysterious gap in her life. Meanwhile Rabbit Island would continue to thrive, replenished with fresh meat.

It wasn’t a case of conscience in seeking to improve the fate of his slaves, it was simply that Master Alex loved playing God.

“And the third vial. What’s that for?” Alex asked, keen to conclude matters and return to his room where a body every bit as good as Kate’s awaited him.

“If you use the antidote vial, there is a chance the armless girl may remember much more that anyone expects. It is possible that her knowledge could incriminate somebody in our organization. If there is any chance of this, you must use the third vial.” The doctor paused and looked intently into Alex’s eyes to ensure he understood. Alex nodded solemnly.

“She will show no symptoms for at least twelve hours. Then, soon after the symptoms occur, she will suffer a massive heart failure.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Alex acknowledged as Dr Schmidt handed him the vinyl case that carried truth, memory, and death.

As an afterthought, just as he was walking out the door, Alex asked the doctor for a sedative ‘to help an athlete get a good night’s sleep’. The doctor promptly obliged.

Viewing Kate’s naked body had piqued Alex’s libido and had him hurrying back to his bedroom. Unzipping Jessica’s firm ponygirl body from her tight blue dress was uppermost on his mind. He had a hunch that Jessica, bound and prepared by Erik to his usual specification, might feel the same way too.

He opened the door to his room, glad as always to enter his private sanctuary. Jessica was standing there to greet him, her arms raised.

Alex inspected her. She seemed nervous, almost breathless, as he inspected the ropes around her wrists. They were secured to the top of the tall bedpost as he expected, but Erik’s rope work was surprisingly poor. Jessica’s fingers played distractedly with the knots that bound her. If she wasn’t blindfolded, Alex thought, she would realize how easily she could escape.

His body pressed against Jessica’s as he reached upwards, tightening the ropes on her wrists and pulling out the slack so she was stretched fully upright. He offered a glass of water to her lips. She gladly took a few gulps.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He said, expecting somehow that she should be comforted by being bound even tighter. Jessica nodded.

She could hear Master Alex rummaging around the room; packing his suitcase for the morning’s departure. Her mind was reeling. Ten minutes earlier, she was sobbing in his bed with a large knife in her hands. If she was going to escape she would have to kill him. For a moment she even pressed the knife to her own belly, thinking of how her bloodied corpse in Master Alex’s bed could be revenge for all his torments. She did neither.

Was it cowardice that made her return to the bedpost and re-tie her wrists just as Erik had left her? At that moment, tugging on the ropes that Master Alex had just made secure, Jessica felt pathetic and ashamed. She had just proved that she was only fit to be a slave and a ponygirl. She didn’t deserve to be free.

Without warning she felt Master Alex’s hands running teasingly over her body. He spun her around so her front was pressed against the bedpost. As sexy as her body might have looked in that tight dress, Alex still couldn’t wait to get it off her. He slowly pulled the zip down her back, revealing her flesh like a succulent fruit.

When the dress fell, laying pooled around her ankles, Jessica was left in a sheer black basque to which was attached the garters of her stockings. Alex continued to undress his bound prey until she stood naked except for the sturdy leather collar about her neck. A collar goes best with nakedness, and this one suited her well.

With his hands placed on Jessica’s hips he spun her around to face him again. He kissed her forcefully on the lips, but the real object of his desire was lower down.

When his hand found Jessica’s laced-up labia rings, Alex couldn’t figure out who’s desire was the greater. A red ribbon criss-crossed through the eight rings in Jessica’s labia, effectively barring the entrance. Jessica squirmed in anticipation shifting her weight from one foot to another. Alex knelt down to undo the bow and remove the ribbon from Jessica’s moistening sex. He was mildly surprised that the ribbon did not pull free. Straining his eyes in the dimly lit room he realised that the ribbon was tightly knotted at each ring. “Somebody’s idea of joke”, he muttered, before getting off his knees to retrieve his knife from the bedside drawer.

Jessica swallowed hard when she heard the drawer slam closed. “What the fuck did I do with that knife?” Alex asked himself, more mystified than angry. Jessica felt his hands on her hips again, and again he prompted her to turn around so her back was to him, and her belly hard against the post once more.

She heard the whoosh of the cane an instant before it came hard down on her buttocks. Five more blows followed in rapid succession. In her mind her cowardice deserved it. She very nearly almost begged Master Alex to hit her harder to obliterate her pervading sense of defeat.

Sometimes a spanking or caning was what passed as foreplay for Alex, and despite herself, Jessica too found she could become aroused by such treatment... especially at the hands of this man.

Alex had already decided his next move. He located a tube of lubricant and began to apply it. Jessica soon felt its coolness rubbing against her anus. It wasn’t at all what she had in mind. Being butt-plugged as a ponygirl was one thing, but being fucked in the ass was quite another, but Master Alex’s desire for her was not to be denied. She felt his body pressing urgently against hers.

“The knife...is in the bed...Master,” Jessica stuttered; grateful that her blindfold prevented Master Alex from looking into her eyes.

The momentary bulge in Jessica’s neck as she swallowed confirmed to Master Alex that it wasn’t a joke. He retrieved his knife which was nestled within the bedsheets as the bound slave had suggested. The room went deathly quiet for the next minute.

Alex took a step back and inspected the cuts he had made. With her wrists tied together high above her Jessica swayed unsteadily on her high heels, lost in her own thoughts, unaware of exactly what he had just done.

In Master Alex’s opinion there is nothing that shows off a woman’s lips better than a blindfold. Only when her eyes are covered can the lips be appreciated in all their sensuous beauty. Alex licked up the thin trail of blood on Jessica’s torso and kissed her.

Jessica gasped as she realized she was tasting her own blood mingled with Master Alex’s passionate kiss. She didn’t resist. She was still savouring the taste of the kiss when she felt the knife cutting through the ribbon which closed up her sex. Four delicate cuts later she felt a strange kind of freedom. Her hips swayed in anticipation.

Master Alex loosened his pants and let them fall to his feet. With Jessica blindfolded, his ungainly stance didn’t seem to matter. He soon had his straight and straining cock buried within her moist opening, his naked loins pressed firmly against hers. He pushed upwards, lifting her slightly.

“Why didn’t you kill me while you had the chance?” He asked with a slight grunt as he thrust again.

“Why didn’t... you kill me?” Jessica grunted back, avoiding the question she didn’t want to answer.

“Too val... uable.” Master Alex said, thrusting upwards as he said it. “Best... ponygirl... we’ve... got.” (It wasn’t true, but Jessica was flattered, despite herself.)

They didn’t usually talk when he fucked her as Jessica was invariably gagged. “You’re... going... tomorrow?” She managed to ask before groaning with evident pleasure as he thrust into her again.

“Early morning.”

“How long... oohh!.. how long for?” Jessica was struggling to hold up her end of the conversation. Alex was deliberately pushing whenever she started to speak.

“A week... maybe more.”

Jessica did something she’d never done before. She lifted her legs and wrapped her ankles around the back of Alex’s thighs. It was, she knew, a kind of embrace.

“The armless... woman?”

“Yep... Something strange about her... I gotta find out.”

With her hands tied together Jessica’s mind was flooded with all kinds of bizarre images - of being a harnessed ponygirl without arms, of Master Alex making love to her without needing to tie her hands... because she no longer had them.

She hated herself for climaxing with such an image in her mind, yet the power of the orgasm was so much greater than normal, almost painful. As was Alex’s, she thought.

Alex left Jessica dangling like a rag doll as he went to the bathroom. His ropes wrapped tightly around her wrists and tied off high up the bedpost were all that kept her from slumping to the floor.

He returned shortly afterwards, wiping her chest with a wet flannel, removing all traces of the blood. He applied a sticking plaster to the small capital A shape he had cut into her flesh with the knife.

Soon after, Jessica’s wrists and ankles were in leather cuffs that connected her to each end of Alex’s bed. She was drowsy and barely remembered him getting into the bed beside her. ‘He’s drugged me again’, she thought, just before sleep took her.

Jessica awoke with sunlight flooding in through the large window. She had slept like a log and felt rested and ready for the day. It was the final day of the ponygirl competition, the cross country event. She was looking forward to it.

She pulled against the bonds, even though they weren’t tight. It was just a way to stretch her muscles, and felt good. It didn’t matter that the leather cuffs prevented her hands from reaching her breasts or genitals, because she, or rather, her body belonged to somebody else. Someone that knew how to give her pleasure whilst taking his. Perhaps he would take his pleasure with her again this morning before their respective days started? She turned over, away from the window and expectantly towards her sleeping companion. She sighed with disappointment.

Master Alex’s day had started much earlier. He’d already gone.