A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

It's the third Friday in June and fifteen-year-old Laura Gibson is happy! Today is the last day of classes at Our Lady of Perpetual Misery private high school for girls and tomorrow is her sixteenth birthday. A carefree summer is about to begin. She's looking forward to two months of hanging out with her friends until late August. Then she's off to Switzerland. Her parents have arranged that she continue her education at the Schadenfreude Academy, a very exclusive finishing school. This afternoon the beautiful teen said goodbye to the handful of teachers and classmates that she liked. The rest could go to hell. Only two things mar this otherwise perfect day. The first is the fact that her three best friends were not at school today and the second is that her parents have insisted that she celebrate her Sweet Sixteen birthday party at Uncle Arthur's horse farm. The thoughts dampen her happy mood and she sits glumly on the steps of the front entrance of the school. Her parents are supposed to pick her up and they are late. The spoilt beauty pouts impatiently. She doesn't like to be kept waiting. After ten minutes, she sees her parents large white Mercedes Maybach coming up the private road.

As the chauffeur drives the car to the base of the steps, her father, Donald, who is seated in the back seat, quietly admires his beautiful daughter in her school uniform. Undeniably sexy, the girl manages to look both innocent and seductive in her conservative outfit. Her green plaid kilt is a little too short and her white oxford shirt a little too tight. Her father marvels at her long slender legs and full breasts. Many is the night that he lay in bed thinking how much he would love to run his tongue along the inside of her milky thighs, from her dimpled knees to the dewy lips of her virgin pussy.

Their chauffeur, Waldo, stops the car and gets out. He walks around the back of the car and opens the rear passenger door. Laura pointedly ignores him and joins her parents in the luxurious confines of the half million-dollar vehicle. She doesn't like the way he is always looking at her. Waldo's face remains neutral as he returns to the driver's seat but his mind is seething. He thinks that it's time that haughty bitch of a daughter was taught a lesson. As they drive away from the school, Mrs Gibson wonders, yet again, at her daughter's remarkable resemblance to Hilary Duff. Laura is a taller and a bit more willowy but her face is almost identical to America's current teen idol.

Laura slouches in her seat, unconsciously revealing to her delighted father an expanse of silky thigh. Like a typical teenager, her mood has quickly gone from sunny to gloomy. "I don't see why we have my Sweet Sixteen and Uncle Arthur's," she sulkily grumbles to her mother. "I'd rather have my party at our house in Georgetown with my friends."

"Don't fret, dear," responds Laura's mother cheerfully. "We've arranged for your friends to join you at Uncle Arthur's. I told him how close you are to Kim, Susan and Mary and that the four of you going off to Switzerland in the fall. He said he'd be happy to invite them in your Sweet Sixteen."

Laura's spirits rise. "So that's why none of them were at school today."

"That's right, dear. They are already at the farm, preparing for your arrival."

As the driver skillfully guides the large German car out of the D.C. area and into Virginia horse country, Laura asks her mother why she and her father decided to hold her Sweet Sixteen birthday celebration at her uncle's horse farm. "After all," she says. "I hardly know Uncle Arthur. I hardly remember meeting him when he came to celebrate Christmas with us when I was nine."

"I realize that he's a stranger to you, dear," replies Mrs Gibson. "But Uncle Art has always taken a keen interest in your development. Now that you are turning into a beautiful young woman who'll soon be off to Europe, he wants to make up for his neglect by hosting this party."

Laura sits back in her seat with a sigh. All she can remember about the last time she met Uncle Arthur was how horrible his twelve-year-old son, Wilber, was to her. Her parents insisted that she play with him. It was an appalling day. When he wasn't cruelly teasing her kitten, Wilber was pulling the heads off her dolls. He took a particular interest in her Barbie Dolls. He would take off their clothes and push thumbtacks into their hard plastic breasts and bums. Young Laura went crying to her parents and Uncle Arthur who had been enjoying cocktails on the patio behind her house. While her mother and father tried to calm her down, her uncle called his son over. The fat boy sulked into their presence. Before he could utter a word in his defence, his father slapped his face.

"I want you to apologize to your cousin Laura," ordered Uncle Arthur.

With tears of humiliation coursing down his puffy cheeks, the youth glared at the young girl who was sitting on her father's lap. "I'm sorry you're upset," he whispered. The look of pure hatred in his eyes belied even that weak apology. Within the hour Uncle Arthur and his son left. A week later, a deliveryman delivered replacements for all the dolls Wilber had damaged. That was the last time Laura had seen either of them.

It's early evening when the car enters the grounds of Uncle Arthur's horse farm. White wooden fences border large green pastures. Beautiful horses grazed contentedly in the fields. This is no ordinary farm. As they drive along the private road Mr Gibson explains to his wife that the farm was the country estate of his brother's late wife. "Her family has owned it since before the American Revolution. It's said that Robert E. Lee visited regularly."

"Oh yes," his wife replies. "It's said that the General bought his famous war horse, Traveler, from one of her ancestors."

Like most teenagers, Laura's interest in anything that happened before she was born is negligible. She slouches in her seat and mumbles "Who cares," under her breath.

Her father ignores her and continues. "I guess it's been two years since Arthur's wife was killed when her horse threw her. I think she was about to divorce Art but then she died. You could say that Arthur owes a lot to that horse."

The car hums around a curve in the road and Uncle Arthur's house comes into view. It's a large antebellum mansion right out of "Gone with the Wind". Its white columns gleam in the sunlight. The car rolls to a stop in front of the wide porch. Laura and her parents get out of the car and walk to the front door of the mansion. Waldo drives to the side of the mansion where he will bring in their bags.

As the Gibson family climb the three steps to the large porch, Laura's father remarks that he almost expected to see his brother lounging in a white suit on a rocker on the large veranda. "He'd have a mint julep on one hand and a whip in the other," he muses. " 'Would you be kind enough hold my mint julep, Suh, while I whips my niggah'," he drawls. Laura blushes at her father's racist remarks. Donald Gibson presses the doorbell and the teen can faintly hear chimes inside playing the first few bars of "Bonnie Blue Flag." After a moment, a cadaverous black man in a black suit opens the door. He smiles and greets Laura's father. "Mister Gibson. Your brother told me to make you welcome. He's in the stables. Come in."

The Gibsons follow the servant into the marble-lined foyer of the house. They proceed to a sitting room where refreshments have been laid out. A tray of finger sandwiches. Laura's parents laugh when they notice a pitcher of mint juleps. There is also a smaller pitcher of iced tea for Laura. "Make yourselves comfortable," the butler says. "And I'll phone over and tell Master Gibson that you've arrived."

After the black man leaves Laura says, " 'Master' Gibson? Hasn't anyone told him the Civil War's over?"

"Hush now, Laura," says her Mrs Gibson with a smile. "You grew up in Georgetown. Things are different here in the country."

Laura and her parents are helping themselves to the food and drink when Uncle Arthur comes into the room.

"Don and Emily!" he says as he shakes his brother's hand and kisses Laura's mother on the cheek. "Welcome to Singing Nettles Farm. I'm so glad you're here." Turning his attention to his niece he says, "Oh my, Laura. You're growing into a beautiful young woman. Why the last time I saw you, you were skinny as a rail. Now look at you. You look good enough to eat." He comes up to the teenager and wraps his arms around her and draws her to him so he can kiss her cheek. Laura can smell horses and tobacco on his clothing and endures his embrace with a weak smile. After the kiss, he does not let her go but holds her by her shoulders at arms length. Laura can see his resemblance to her father, however while her father is handsome and kindly looking, Arthur's eyes shine with a coldness that belie his friendly words. Laura senses a predatory nature in her uncle as he moves his gaze over her body. She blushes and wishes he would let go of her. Instead, he continues to hold her. "So tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday," he says. "I'm so happy that your parents agreed to let me make up for lost time by permitting me to host your birthday celebration. You're friends have been hear since last night. You must be anxious to be with them. They're in the stables with your cousin, Wilber."

He finally lets Laura go and turns to her parents. "Don, Emily," he says. "Why don't we all go to the stables so Laura can join her friends."

They readily agree. Laura and her dad lead the way and Uncle Arthur and her mother bring up the rear. The teenager is puzzled by the conspiratorial smiles on her parents' faces as Uncle Arthur directs them out the back of the mansion and along a crushed shell pathway toward a large stable. She wonders why her friends didn't come to greet her when she arrived. Having too much fun with the horses, she guesses. As they walk, Uncle Arthur asks his niece if she likes horses. Before she can respond, her mother answers for her. "Laura fell in love with horses when she was twelve. I guess most teenaged girl's do. We spent a fortune on riding lessons for her and now she's quite a good rider. Her instructor says that Laura has an excellent seat."

"I'm sure she does," says Uncle Arthur as he stares at the teenager's pert bum swelling delightfully under her tight kilt. "I, too, have noticed that many a pubescent girl is fascinated by horses," he continues. "I guess it has something to do with feeling a big and powerful animal between her legs." He laughs. "She usually loses interest in horses once she experiences a big and powerful man between her legs." Laura blushes and wonders why her parents are laughing. She'd have expected her father to admonish his brother for talking like that in front of her.

They follow Uncle Arthur into a large modern stable. It is magnificent. Mahogany stalls with polished brass fittings line the walls. Laura's nose wrinkles at the smell of horses, but she's used to it. She smiles at the familiar sounds of horses in their stalls. As they walk down the center aisle, Arthur stops occasionally to show his guests one of his horses. The animals are beautiful. Most are hunters or jumpers. They continue past several empty stalls. Their host stops them in front of a stall with a heavy reinforced door. Heavy brass bars line the top of the door, preventing anyone from leaning into the enclosure. "Here's my pride and joy," Arthur announces. At the sound of his master's voice, the animal behind the heavy door whinnies loudly and kicks the wall. "Meet Emperor," their host continues. "He's my stud horse. I bought him when I was in Ireland four years ago." Laura and her parents peer through the bars. Inside is a huge stallion. Black as coal with a single white flash on his forehead, the horse glares at them with fiery eyes. Laura blushes. She can't help but notice the animal's huge cock. It hangs eighteen inches between his hind legs. Arthur sees her embarrassment and explains that Emperor can smell one of the mares that happens to be in heat.

"I plan to have Emperor service her tomorrow afternoon," he whispers to Laura. "Perhaps you'll be able to give him a hand, so to speak. I think you'll find it very educational." Arthur smiles wickedly while his niece blushes.

The Master of Singing Nettles ushers his guests further down the aisle until they come to a large double door. Laura thinks to herself that this can't be the end of the building. It looked longer when they were walking towards it. Uncle Arthur explains that on the other side of the doors is a very special section of the stables. Laura notices that there is a modern electrical lock mechanism in the doors. Instead of a key, these doors are opened only if one presses the correct combination on a keypad bolted to the door frame. Arthur doesn't use the keypad. Instead, he pushes a red button. He announces that his son, Wilber, is inside working the ponies. He wants him to come out and greet his relatives before they all go in.

As they wait for Wilber to come out, Laura wonders what can be so special about these ponies that they must be locked away from the other horses. Her thoughts are interrupted by the click of the lock. Wilber steps out. Laura's eyes widen. The last time she saw Wilber, she was nine and he was twelve. She remembers a fat, pimply boy with a perpetual scowl on his face. Unlike herself, Wilber hasn't changed a lot in six years. Standing before her is a tall young man. At six feet four inches, he is two inches taller than his father is. He weighs more than three hundred pounds. His cheeks and forehead is still pockmarked with cystic acne. Like his dad, Wilbur is wearing tan riding breeches, a white shirt and high black leather riding boots. In his left hand he carries a riding crop. He shakes his Laura's father's hand and busses her mother on her cheek. He then turns his attention on his cousin. The girl's heart rate accelerates when they lock eyes. Wilber shares his father's predatory stare. He is quite possible the most physically repulsive man she's ever seen.

"Cousin Laura," he says as he embraces her. "It's been much too long. Why, the last time we were together I was very mean to you. I hope you've forgiven me."

Laura quivers under his touch. Instead of horses, she can smell only sour male body odor on him. "Oh.h..h y.y.yes," she stammers stupidly. She tries unsuccessfully to pull away from him.

Like his father, Wilber holds the young girl by the shoulders at arms length. "I'm so happy you've agreed to celebrate your Sweet Sixteen here at the farm," he says.

Laura smiles weakly and Uncle says. "Cousin Laura must be anxious to meet your friends, Wilber. Why don't you take her in to see them? We'll follow along."

The fat young man releases Laura's shoulders and takes her by the hand. He punches a combination into the keypad and the lock disengages. He opens the door and leads Laura into the pony stable. Uncle Arthur and her parents follow. The first thing she notices is that the stalls are much narrower than normal horse stalls. They must be raising miniature horses, she thinks. There are six stalls on each side of the aisle. All are empty. Another thing that strikes her as odd is the fact that there is no horse smell in this part of the stable. Wilber leads his cousin towards another double doorway. As they approach, Laura can hear the crack of a whip. Her cousin opens the door and they enter a large room that contains an exercise ring where horses can be trained. For a moment, Laura's mind can't believe her eyes. The sound of the sharp crack of a whip brings her to her senses. In the center of the ring are her three friends. They are wearing bizarre outfits. Her uncle laughs and says. "As you can see, my dear. Your friends are not exactly taking care of ponies. In fact, they're becoming ponies.

Laura is too stunned to resist when her cousin pulls her into the ring so she can observe more closely. Her three friends, whom she has known since kindergarten are naked – at least they're not wearing clothes. They have been positioned three abreast. The girls are trotting around in a circle. They are pulling a heavy horizontal iron bar that is four feet off the ground and twenty-five feet long. One end of the bar is attached to a large swivel that is bolted to the top metal pillar that is imbedded to the floor of the ring. Laura is shocked to see Waldo, her family's chauffeur, holding the whip. When the girls slow down, he flicks the end of the whip into their tender bums. Mary, Kim and Sue are bathed is sweat. Blood trickles down from the corners of their mouths and down their inner thighs. Laura can hear them panting from their efforts.

The three girls' outfits are almost identical. On their feet are bizarre boots. They are made of hard molded black plastic. They have been molded so that the teenagers are forced to stand on their toes. However, these boots have no heels. The tops of the boots stop half way up her calves. They make their feet look like horse's hooves. Uncle Arthur says to his niece that the insides of the boots are lined with hundreds of sharp plastic studs. "Not sharp enough to break their skin, but sharp enough to cause them constant pain." Each girl has a rough steel bit in her mouth, held in place by a leather strap. Mrs Gibson asks her brother-in-law why thin rivulets of blood are leaking from the sides of the girls' mouths. He explains that a horse's bit us usually placed in the space between its front and back teeth. "These girls had no spaces so Wilber pulled out two of their teeth," he continues with a laugh.

"Yes," says Wilber. "I'm getting quite good at dentistry. The trick is to make sure the ponygirl is tightly restrained 'cause I don't use any anesthetic."

Laura stares closely at her friends. They bits jammed in their mouths push back the corners of their lips into the hideous parody of a smile. Their pretty paces are even more distorted. Wilber has fastened a tight black leather strap around the top of the each girl's head. It has a small silver ring sewn at the centre of her forehead. Two silver chains run from the ring down the girl's face to the ends of metal hooks that painfully pull up her nostrils.

Laura looks at her parents. She can't understand how they can calmly accept what her uncle and cousin have done to her friends. Instead of being repelled, her father appears delighted. Uncle Arthur tells Waldo to stop the girls for a moment so that they can take a closer look at them. The ponygirls stop and stand still. Laura and her parents come up to them. The girls are all about the same height – two inches shorter than Laura's five foot six. However, with their boots forcing then on their toes, they are the same height as Laura. Each girl has a one-inch golden ring in each of her nipples. Mr Gibson goes up to Mary. Kim stands on her right side and Susan her left. He hooks his fingers into her nipple rings. With a nasty smile he pulls, stretching the poor girl's breasts "Mary," he says. "I remember you coming over to our house in the summer time. You always wore a T-shirt and no bra. I'm sure you did it to get me excited. Well, you did you little cock-tease. I was fascinated by the way your hard little nips pressed against the thin fabric. I wondered what color they were. Now I know--pink." While he was speaking he continued to pull on the teens breast nubbins until they were stretched a full inch from her titties. His pulling has re-opened the fresh wounds made to her titty buds when the rings were pushed through them earlier that day. Blood oozes down her breasts. Mr Gibson doesn't care.

While her daddy is torturing her friend's breasts, Wilber leads Laura behind the girls so that she can inspect their backsides. Each girl's arms have been forced behind her back. She has been made to grasp her elbow with her hand so that her forearms are parallel. From fingertip to elbows, her arms are trapped in a single, tightly laced black leather sleeve. Uncle Arthur explains that ponies don't have hands and neither do ponygirls. Laura is so shocked by the sight of her friends in this bizarre bondage that only now does she realize that the long, straight hair that had been the pride and joy of each girl has been cut from her head. Wilber and his father have used each girl's hair to fashion a tail. He fastened her tresses to a long butt plug that they have shoved deep into the girl's asshole. In fact, the hair was attached to an "S"- shaped rod that protrudes from the end of the ass plug so that the tail appears to be growing out of the top of the crack of the girl's bum. Each girl has a narrow black leather belt tightly cinching her waist. A ring, sewn into the front of the belt is fastened to a thin metal chain. This chain passes down and between the legs of each captive. The other end of the chain is hooked to the rotating metal bar that the girls have been forced to pull round and round for hours. Cousin Wilber explains that the swivel to which the bar is attached has a variable friction brake. "It's been adjusted so that each girl is pulling the equivalent of one hundred pounds," he says.

"So that's why the chains are imbedded so deeply in their pussies," remarks Laura's father. "It's nice to see, Mary, that your cuffs and collar matches." He runs his fingers through Mary's red pubic hair. He orders Mary to step back and slacken the tension on the chain. When she does, he shoves two of his fingers deep into her cunt. She grunts around her bit. "You're not a virgin!" he exclaims in mock horror.

"Well she was one when she got here," says Wilber. "I just couldn't resist plucking her cherry."

"You always were an impetuous boy," Uncle Arthur admonishes. "She's only fifteen. You should have waited until her birthday. Like we're going to do for pretty Laura here."

Laura gasps and tries to twist away from her cousin but he grips the back of her neck tightly. He laughs at her feeble attempts to escape and continues. "Now, now, Laura. Calm down. Don't you know the old motto, 'When cherries turn red, they're ready for plucking. When girls turn sixteen, they're ready for fucking.' We're going to pluck your cherry tomorrow at your Sweet Sixteen and then add you to our growing herd of ponygirls."

Laura turns to her mother. "Mother, please get me out of this! I don't understand what's happening. Take me out of here! I want to go home."

Mrs Gibson smiles calmly and says. "But you are home, dear. Your father and I sold you to Uncle Arthur, just as the parents of Mary, Kim and Susan have done. By the way, they're to join us later tonight. Anyhow, you're to spend the summer here, learning how to be good ponygirls. In September, you and your little friends will be sent to Switzerland. In fact, you're all going to attend the Schadenfreude Academy as planned. After all, it's the only school specializing in the advanced training of ponygirls. This summer your uncle and cousin will determine if you are best suited for dressage, jumping or racing. Next summer you and your little friends will participate in the annual ponygirl show held at Thanatos Ranch in Mexico."

Laura desperately tries to break away from her cousin. She manages to elude his grasp but her father grabs her by her blond ponytail as she rushes by him. She screams and falls backward onto the dirt floor of the ring. She lies on her back. The front of her kilt has flipped up, revealing her white thong panties. Her dad straddles her waist. Cousin Wilber kneels at her feet and removes her shoes and knee socks. Her father rips open the front of her blouse and breaks the thin silk ribbon that connects the two cups of her bra. The fifteen year-old's creamy breasts stand proudly on her chest. Mr Gibson grabs her nipples. He rolls each one between his thumb and forefinger. The red berries engorge and swell until each one extends more than half an inch from her well-defined aureole. Uncle Arthur says that her nipples are so long that he could probably put two rings through each one. The teenager kicks in vain as her dad sits on her hips. He leans forward and kisses her mouth. Laura's struggles intensify when her father insinuates his tongue between her lips. Enraged, the girl bites down on her daddy's tongue. He bellows and sits up. His tongue is bleeding. "You little bitch," he shouts. Mr Gibson grabs Laura by the chin. He pinches her nose closed with his other hand so that she is forced to open her mouth to breath. As soon as she does, he leans forward and spits a gob of bloody spittle onto her tongue.

With the help of his brother and nephew, Laura is quickly relieved of her kilt and thong.

"I know we plan to pop Laura's cherry tomorrow on her birthday," her father says. "But there's nothing to prevent us from buggering the little bitch right here and now."

They force the girl on her knees and then push her forward down into the dirt. She is facing her three friends. Through tear-filled eyes she sees Waldo flick his whip and the girls begin pulling the weighted bar in circles. While Uncle Arthur steps on her neck, her dad kicks her knees apart, revealing the tight rosebud of her virgin asshole. She can hear him unzipping his fly. He kneels between her legs. She jerks when he spits onto her asshole. He then spits on his hand and rubs the saliva over his swollen cock. Her mother lifts her skirt and straddles her daughter's upturned bum. Facing her husband, he takes his cock and places the tip at the opening of Laura's anus. The teenager screams as her dad forces his dick into her bum. She tries to squirm away but it being held too tightly. The muscles around her asshole feel like they are tearing as they are forced open. The head of her father's cock is now buried in her ass.

"OW!! Stop!!" Her cries echo around the ring. Of course her father ignores her and relentlessly drives his cock into her ass. Soon four inches are imbedded in her gut. Her father is grunting with effort. "This hurts me, almost as much as it does you," he grunts as he shoves another inch of man meat up her ass.

"Well, dear," says his wife. "If you weren't in such a hurry I'm sure we could have found you some lubricant to grease your pole before you plunged it into Laura."

By now, six inches of her father's dick are imbedded in his daughters ass. Laura an feel his pubic hair tickling her bum. She gasps as he begins to piston is rod in and out of her asshole. "God, she's nice and tight," he grunts. Mrs Gibson uses her hands to spread apart her daughter's ass cheeks so she can watch her husband ravish the young girl.

"Oh, oh, Donald," she says. " Your dick is streaked with blood. I think you tore something. You didn't hurt yourself did you?"

"No," grunts her husband. "I think that's Laura's blood."

"Oh, good," replies Mrs Gibson. "As long as your OK, dear."

After five minutes, Laura's father gasps and empties a load of hot semen into his daughter's ass. He pulls out. A mixture of blood and sperm start to ooze out of Laura's asshole.

"You want to do her next, Art?" Laura's dad asks his brother.

"I'd be delighted," he responds.

The two brothers trade places. Her father now stands on Laura's neck and her uncle stands between her legs.

"Now I know that Laura is a virgin," Arthur says. "But I don't know where that dick of yours has been, Donald. I don't care if Laura here gets AIDS, but I don't want to get it. In anticipation of this, I brought a condom and a special lubricant." Laura can't see him reach into his pocket and removes a cocksafe. He hands it to the girl's mother who's still sitting on her daughter's lower back.

"Emily, would you do the honors," he says as he takes his cock out of his pants.

"I'd be delighted," she responds.

Uncle Arthur's cock is limp so his sister-in-law takes it in her hand, bends forward and sucks it into her mouth. In less than a minute she has used her skilled tongue to make Arthur's cock swell to its full eight-inch length. He pulls his cock from her mouth with a pop. Laura's mother sits up and smiles. She takes the condom out of its wrapper and rolls it over Arthur's cock.

"The lubricant?" she asks.

"Yes, of course," says Arthur. He reaches into his pocket and removes a small jar that he hands to Emily. She looks at the label and laughs.

"Oh my, Laura," she says over her shoulder. "This should make you squirm."

She opens the jar. Inside is a red paste. It is thirty- percent honey and seventy percent pulverized Habanero chilies. Mrs Gibson dips three fingers into the paste and gasps. "Ow!!," she cries as she shakes her hand and rubs her fingers on her dress. "I forgot I had a paper cut on my ring finger," she gasps. "God, does it ever burn."

"Sorry, my dear," says Uncle Arthur. "I should have warned you. Just use two fingers to spread the jelly."

Emily Gibson does so and soon the condom is covered with a thick layer of honey and chili paste.

Arthur kneels between the fifteen year-old's legs. He watches the blood and sperm continue to drip from her asshole and along the lips of her virgin pussy. He warns his brother to make sure he's got his foot planted firmly on Laura's neck. He then places the tip of his cock against the girl's asshole.

She howls in pain. This is the worst pain she's ever felt in her young life. A red-hot poker wouldn't have hurt so much. Her cries get louder as Uncle Arthur plows his hot cock into her butt. The fiery paste burns the lining of her gut. Laura's eyes fill with tears. She can no longer see her friends as they continually circle the pillar in the middle of the ring. Her cries drown out the crack of Waldo's whip as it flicks tiny pieces of flesh from the her schoolmates' bums.

Arthur is turned on by his niece's pain and it doesn't take long for him to cum. He grunts loudly several times and then pulls his cock out of Laura's ass. The pain in her backside has only slightly diminished. Most of the hot paste remains inside her.

Her father lifts his foot from her neck and her mother gets off of her. They flip her over on her back. Uncle Arthur has carefully removed the condom. It dangles from his fingers. It must be half-filled with his cum. He watches with great pleasure as Wilber and Laura's parents force the girl's feet into the same type of hoof-boot that her friends have been forced to wear. They pull her to a standing position and she totters as she tries to keep her balance. Already the muscles of her thighs and calves are feeling strained. The tiny plastic studs that line the inside of each boot torment her flesh. Worst of all, is the pain in her toes. They have been forced to curl so that her weight is supported by the tops of her toes. Her father and uncle force the girl to the edge of the practice ring. She is positioned between two vertical ten-foot high wooden posts. While Laura was being bum-fucked by her dad and uncle, Wilber had gone into the stables. He now returns holding a leather case. He places the case on the ground and opens it up.

"Make sure you're holding her real tight," he says to his father and uncle. Uncle Arthur pushes the upper edge of the sperm-filled condom through a nail sticking out of the left post. The two men grab Laura's arms and shoulders. The girl cannot move. She watches her cousin with trepidation. Her asshole still burns. What horrors are next?

Cousin Wilber stands up. He is holding a pair of pliers and a long, sharp needle in his hands. Laura struggles futilely as he approaches and grabs the tip of her left nipple with his pliers. He pulls the nipple out and places the tip of the needle on the side of the fleshy morsel. Laura's screams hurt their ears as her cousin pushes the needle through to the other side of her nipple. Blood oozes out of the wounds when he pulls the needle out. Wilber goes to his leather case and removes a golden ring. The ring isn't closed. A half-inch gap separates the "male" end of the ring from the "female" end. He threads one end of the ring through her wounded nipple. Once it's through, he uses a different type of pliers to close the small gap, forming a perfect circle. Laura is continues to cry. Her misery is increased by the knowledge that her cousin is now going to do the same atrocious thing to her right nipple. After he does, the girl needs to be supported or she will fall down.

Her mother stands in front of her. "Laura," she says as she grasps a handful of her daughter's sweat-soaked blond hair. "We want you to get used to your pony boots as quickly as possible so we're going to leave you here for a few hours. You can watch Waldo put you friends through their paces." As she speaks, she idly dips her finger into her daughter's blood and rubs it on the girl's lips. "Natural lip gloss," she jokes. She attaches four-foot long fine chains to each of her daughter's brand new nipple rings. The men position Laura between the two posts. Wilber runs the end of the chain attached to Laura's left breast to a bracket near the top of the ten-foot post. Arthur increases his hold on Laura while his brother passes the end of the other nipple chain through an identical bracket on the opposite post. Nephew and uncle look at each other and smile. Laura shrieks as the two men simultaneously pull down on his chain. Her nipples are pulled up viciously. They are stretched up and out at a forty-five degree angle. The two men lock the chains in place. The all steps back to admire their work. Fifteen year-old Laura Gibson is hanging by her nipples from posts at the edge of a practice ring. Her normally round breasts have been pulled into cone shapes. If she falters, her nipples will be horribly torn. She is forced to stand on sadistically designed pony boots. Her body is already bathed in sweat.

"Mom, Dad," she begs. "Please let me down. What have I done to deserve this? Please, please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened. Keep the other three girls. I don't care what you do to them. Just let me go."

"Noisy little cunt, ain't she," jokes Uncle Arthur. "I think we'd better gag her. But first…." Arthur retrieves the cum-filled condom from the nail on which he hooked it. He looks into it. "Oh dear," her says. "A fly had crawled in and appears to be drowning."

Arthur walks up to his niece. "Open wide," he orders.

Laura just glares at him until her jerks the chain pulling her right nipple. She shouts out in pain and Arthur empties the contents of the condom into her mouth. The teenager gags on the cold slimy mess as it slides along her tongue. She can feel the dead fly tickling the back of her throat before sliding into her stomach. Arthur then pops the condom into her mouth. There is sufficient hot pepper paste to burn her tongue. However, before she can spit it out, Wilber hands his uncle a penis-gag that the older man shoves into his niece's mouth. Laura can feel the rubber cock hit the back of her throat. Arthur keeps pushing until the pliable body of the gag bend into her throat. He then uses the straps at the base of the gag to hold it in place.

Uncle Arthur tells Laura that he and the others are going back to the house to wait for her friends' parents. They'll all be back after dinner so that they all can participate in her transformation into a ponygirl. "In the meantime," he says. "I'll leave you hear to watch Waldo and your friends.

They all depart and Laura is alone. She watches as her friends go round and round. Blood leaks down their thighs as the chains imbedded in their pussies chafe their tender flesh. Once Mary falters and falls forward. She shrieks as her cunt chain is forced deeper between her legs. Waldo goes up to the kneeling girl and pulls her to a standing position by her nipple rings.

The pain in Laura's nipples is growing worse by the minute. Her hands are free but she can do nothing to relieve the pressure on her tits or feet. Like all places that have horses, the stables of Singing Nettles Farm has more than its fair share of flies. It doesn't take long for them to find Laura. For a while, she uses her hands to brush away the insects as they swarm around her and try to land on her skin. However, after about twenty minutes, she is too exhausted to resist. She needs all her energy just to remain standing. Dozens of fat green flies land on her tits and ass. They crawl up her thighs. She can feel their ticklish feet as they try to crawl into the crack of her ass. The even land on her face.

After half an hour, Waldo stops the three ponygirls. The exhausted teenagers are panting. One at a time, he unhooks them from the bar and brings them to posts similar to the ones to which Laura is attached. Using lengths of chain, he hooks the ends of their steel gags to buckles in the posts. When he is done, they are trapped in a similar position to Laura. They cannot sit down. At least they are not hanging by their tits like she is. However, they still have their hands tied behind them. There is no way they can resist the flies that quickly swarm over their sweating bodies.

Laura watches Waldo come toward her. The scrawny man is holding a riding crop in his hand. He stops in front of her. "Laura," he says. "I've been waiting years to see you get what you deserve. In fact, it's the only reason I stayed around." He reaches out and runs his hand along the bottom of the girl's left breast. "You shur got purty titties," he mocks in a fake hillbilly accent. "You got a purty mouth, too," he jokes. "I only wish them lips were wrapped around my cock instead of that rubber one."

He unzips his fly and pull out his cock. "I bet if I unfasten the chains from those titty rings and let you rest on your knees, you'd happily suck my cock," he says. He's stroking his cock as he speaks. Laura nods in agreement. Right now, she'd do anything to get out of this mess, if only for a few moments.

"Well, girlie," Waldo says. "I've got no intention of letting you down. Why tomorrow, I'll get in line to fuck you, and your little stuck up friends. He strokes his cock with one hand and uses the other to run the end of his riding crop up the inside of Laura's thigh. He taps the crop against her pussy lips. "You know, Laura," he says. "I'm real hurt that you didn't invite me to join your uncle and daddy to fuck you up your ass. It's the least you could've done to make up for all the times I had to endure your bitchy behavior." As he speaks, he slaps his crop against the inside of Laura's left knee. She jerks her leg away, and screams when the chains stretch her nipples further. Waldo laughs and comes closer to her. He places his left foot inside Laura's right. "What do you think would happen," he asks. "If I were to kick your hoof out from under you?"

Visions of split nipples spurting hot blood flood her mind. She shakes her head desperately. Please, please, don't do it, she begs him with her eyes. Waldo smiles and runs his hands over her body. He starts with her ass and then moves to her belly. Next, he raises his hands to her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he squeezes them. He is standing so close now that the end of his cock is poking her belly. He's breathing hard when he grabs her nipple chains and pulls both of them up. The penis gag muffles Laura's cry, but the look of horror in her eyes is sufficient to make Waldo cum. His cock shoots a load of hot sperm onto his boss's daughter's belly. He lets go of the chains and steps back. He watches as his cock grease slides down her belly and into her blond pubic hair.

"Well, that was fun," he says as he zips himself up. He leaves the ring. Laura and her three best friends remain suspended. She tries not to imagine what horrors she will suffer when her family returns.

…………………………. End of Part 1.

If you wish to contact the author about this or any other of his stories, you may by e-mail at cerberus713@hotmail.com

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen – Part Two

             ---By Cerberus

Author’s Note:  This chapter contains graphic descriptions of the torture, degradation and humiliation of helpless young teenaged women.  It is a work of pure fiction.

“Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.”  -- Marquis de Sade

Laura in Ponygirl Hell…

Fifteen year-old Laura Gibson has been hanging by her nipple rings for hours.  At midnight Wilber handcuffs her wrists and elbows behind her back and unhooks her aching tits.  She immediately falls to her knees.  Her cousin hauls her up by her hair and holds her at arms lengths.  His beady eyes crawl over her beautiful naked body like the dozens of flies that continue to torment her.  They gleam with satisfaction when he notices two rivulets of dried blood which decorate the bottom halves of each of her wounded breasts.  Ribbons of saliva drool out of her mouth which still has the penis gag jammed into it.  Despite her appearance, the teen is not broken.  She glares at Wilber and tries to kick him with her hoof-boots.  He easily avoids her while she overbalances and falls backwards onto her ass.  He angrily steps up to her and viciously lifts her up by her nipple rings.  Blood begins to flow anew…. 

A Wonderful Asian Dessert….

A few hours earlier, Arthur Gibson and his brother, Donald, greeted the parents of the three beautiful teenaged girls that Arthur had purchased along with Laura.  He intends to turn them into Thanatos Ponygirls too and has in fact begun their transformation from beautiful spoilt, carefree girls to beautiful humiliated pain-racked beasts of burden.   Buzz Miller and his wife Kate had been kind enough to take Jack and Jennifer Wilson and Alan and Frances McKay with them to Whistling Nettles Farm.  Simmons, the black butler, carried the guests’ luggage to their rooms.

Their host led his visitors into the cool confines of his antebellum mansion.  They settled themselves in a large drawing room.  Kate Miller, Ponygirl Kim’s mother said that she couldn’t wait to see her daughter in full P-G regalia.

“Oh, I can’t wait either,” said Frances McKay.  “Just the thought of our little Mary turning into a ponygirl makes me wet.”

“We’ll see soon enough,” said Donald.  “But I believe my brother wants us to dine first.  In fact we have a little entertainment lined up after which you might want to postpone our visit to the stables to tomorrow morning.”

“We might Indeed,” smiled Arthur.  “As soon as we finish this pitcher of gin and tonic, I suggest that we repair to the dining room.”

Their curiosity about the entertainment piqued, the others laughed and Donald remarked to Frances that waiting until morning to visit their pony-daughters would make the encounter even more exciting.

The Millers had returned from a week at the Thanatos Resort on a private island five miles off the South African Coast.  They regaled the others by recounting their experiences cruising Shark Alley which has the densest population of great white sharks in the world.  Buzz Miller described an afternoon when a group of guests were taken out to sea to observe the sharks.  “Recalcitrant teenaged slaves were used as bait,” says Miller with a grin.  “The owner of a little fourteen year-old Swedish girl donated her to the outing because she had attacked him with a knife after he filmed her being raped by twenty men.”

“Yes,” adds Kate Miller.  “After the boat stopped some of the crew tied a rope around her neck and threw her overboard into the calm waters.  As the naked beauty was swimming around the men threw fish scraps and guts into the water around her to attract the sharks.”

Buzz Miller continued, “The look of terror on the little cunt’s eyes was a joy to behold.  It wasn’t long before a large dorsal fin was spotted heading right for the boat.  The girl struggled to get away bit soon a twenty foot long monster bit off both of her legs.”

“Chomp!” exclaimed Arthur with a smile.

“Unfortunately, “says his wife.  “The bitch didn’t suffer long enough for the shark came back and bit down on what was left of her just above her pretty little tits.  Her owner had what remained of her carcass – her shoulders, part of her arms and her head – hauled aboard.  He had her head removed and put on ice and threw the rest of her overboard.  He said he wanted to mount her head and add it to his collection of former slaves’ heads in his hunting lodge.  This one was to be his twenty-third.”

Simmons entered the room and announces that dinner is served.

The group followed Arthur to the dining room.  The table has been set with the Royal Copenhagen china, sterling silver flatware and heavy Waterford crystal wine glasses.  They sat, making small talk about vacations they had taken and tortures they had witnessed when two servants entered the room carrying trays of soup which they placed on a sideboard.

Arthur’s guests gasped in delighted surprise.  The female server was wearing a French maid’s costume -- but not a standard one.  She was dressed in something one would see in a Japanese cosplay porn movie.  Which is appropriate for the maid was Japanese -- and a slut.  Her costume consisted of a black satin mini-dress with a frilly white apron tied around her waist.  The lace-trimmed top of her dress was so cut so low that the tops of her breasts showed to the base her lovely brown nipples.  While relatively small breasted, a push up bra displayed them at their best.  The hem of the outfit ended a mere inch below her crotch. Her slender legs were sheathed in sheer white stockings that were held up by a red garter belt.  She bent over to place a bowl of soup in front of Jenny Wilson, Ponygirl Susan’s mother.  Her husband Jack, who was seated beside her, noticed that the Asian maid was wearing a red thong under her dress.

The other server was a man.  A muscular Japanese with a shaved head who was more than a foot taller and one hundred pounds heavier that the diminutive maid. His costume was much simpler than hers.  He was wearing a red leather cod piece which bulged ominously as it held his large cock in place.

“My friends”, announced Arthur. “Your servers are named Tarou, which is Japanese for ‘big, thick son’ and Tamiko which means ‘beautiful child’.  I imagine you can figure out which one is which.”

Kate Miller stared admiringly at Tarou’s cod piece and declared that he appears to be an exception to the stereotype that Asian men have small penises.  She got a thrill when she ran her hand along the surface of the red leather as Tarou placed the soup in front of her.  With a smile she said that it was a wonderful idea to dine before touring the stables.

The servants withdrew and the group began to eat.  The first course was a cream of corn velouté with mussels and saffron. It was so delicious that there was little small talk as the men and women at the table wolfed it down.

Tamiko and Tarou returned to remove the plates and cutlery and reset the table for the main course.

They left and quickly returned with veal scallops, buttered ratte potatoes, baby onions, and Swiss chard drizzled with balsamic vinegar.  While the food looked delicious the servers managed to distract the diners for they had adjusted their costumes.  Tarou had removed his cod piece letting his six-inch uncircumcised cock dangle freely.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Jenny Wilson as she ogled the large organ, “I’d like to see that thing angry. I bet it will be nine inches long.”

“Ten,” the Japanese giant corrected.

Tamiko had removed her maid’s dress, bra and thong and wore only shoes, stockings and a garter belt. 

Jack Wilson said, “Tiny Tamiko is appropriately named.  With her beautiful small breasts and hairless pussy I’d guess that she’s about thirteen years old.”

“Eighteen”, said the tiny woman with a smile as she and Tarou withdrew.

As they began the main course Kate Miller said that she wondered what they will be wearing when they bring dessert.

“Perhaps they will be dessert,” laughed Ed McKay.

Arthur Gibson smiled quietly and said nothing.

After the main course was complete and the table cleared, dessert was served.

Tarou wheeled a naked Tamiko on a cart into the dining room.  She was lying on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the front end.  Chocolate syrup had been poured over her small breasts.  Each nipple was topped by a maraschino cherry resting in a nest of whipped cream.  A green cherry rested in a swirl of whipped cream in her navel.  The young woman’s naked pussy was covered with more chocolate syrup and whipped cream.  The stick of a lollipop protruded four inches from inside her cunt.

It appeared that Tamiko had already serviced Tarou as his cock was engorged and stood stiffly out from his body.  Chocolate syrup had been poured over his erection.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Arthur Gibson as he pointed to Tamiko and Tarou. 

“Enjoy your dessert.”

For the next half hour Arthur Gibson and his guests thoroughly enjoyed their “sweets”.  At one point the three women knelt in front of Tarou taking turns sucking his cock.  Occasionally, they poured more chocolate syrup over it and gobbled it down noisily. 

The five men surrounded Tamiko.  They quickly licked the chocolate and whipped cream from her breasts and pussy.  Ed McKay pulled the lollipop stick out of the lovely girl’s cunt.  All the men laughed when they saw that the end of the stick was embedded in a pink penis-shaped lollipop.  McKay hesitated for only a second before sliding the candy into his mouth.  After a second he removed it and said that the sweet candy and the saltiness of the maid’s cunt juice were a wonderful combination.

“Perhaps Mars or Nestlé can be persuaded to manufacture pussy-dipped lollipops,” laughed Jack Wilson whose cock was firmly lodged in Tamiko’s mouth.  The maid sucked on it voraciously running her long tongue back and forth along the bottom of the shaft.

“I’d quit my job to become the foreman of that assembly line,” said McKay who had replaced the candy cock in the maid’s pussy with his own cock.

The three wives had removed their clothing and were sprawled forward on the dining room table.  They played a game with Tarou and the Gibson brothers who had left Tamiko.  It was a form of musical chairs or in this case musical cunts -- without the music.  Each man fucked one of the women the three.  The man could do so with a maximum of ten thrusts before he had to move to the next woman.  This went on until one of the men came.  He then dropped out leaving the two remaining men.  The last man to cum is the winner.  If two or more of the men came in the same woman’s pussy, she would be declared the winner among the women.

This game went on for fifteen minutes while the three other men ravished every orifice of the very-willing Tamiko’s lovely body.

After everyone was spent, Arthur declared Tarou and Jenny Wilson to be the winners of the contest.  In fact, all three men had pumped their semen into Jenny’s wonderfully tight pussy.  She had slid off the table and rested, exhausted, on the floor.  Arthur told Tamiko, who was dripping sperm from her pussy, ass and chin to help clean up Ms Wilson.  The beautiful maid did not hesitate to kneel between Jenny’s outstretched legs and lick the thick puddle of cum leaking out of the woman’s pussy.  Once the floor was cleaned Tamiko proceeded to lick and suck Ms Wilson’s pussy until it, too, was clean and Ms Wilson had three orgasms.

The servants left and the butler returned with white terry cloth robes for Arthur and his guests.  Gibson suggested that they go into the study to watch a film he had just received from a fellow member of the Thanatos Society.

The study was large and there were sufficient chairs and sofas for everyone.  The guests settled themselves while Arthur Gibson poured glasses of 25 year-old The MacCallan.

While they enjoyed their scotch the group watched a Blu-ray video produced by the Thanatos Society on Gibson’s sixty inch television.  It is a special disc which, if played on a normal recorder it would show the Marx Brothers in the Hollywood classic,” A Day at the Races”.  However, when played on a disc player modified by Thanatos engineers it revealed a different version of a film of the same name.  Instead of the Marx Brothers, the stars were fully trained pony-girls between the ages of 12 and 15.   The group enjoyed immensely the hour long gruesome re-enactment of the chariot race scene in the film “Ben Hur”.  Only in the Hollywood epic the charioteers were men and in the Thanatos production the drivers were trained male baboons.  Also, in the epic the charioteers didn’t rape their horses.  When it was over all the men sported engorged cocks and the women were wet as a showery day in April. 

The Stable….

Meanwhile back in the stable Laura’s squeals of pain are muffled by her gag as her cousin drags her by her tits to the ponygirl stall section of the stables.  As she passes by Laura sees each of her friends in one of the narrow stalls.  They are sleeping on filthy beds of hay with one of their legs chained to a ring bolted into the side of the stall.  Each exhausted girl still has her punishing pony boots on but her harness and butt plug tails have been removed.  It is only their complete exhaustion that lets them sleep despite the ache in their legs, bruised pussies, whip-scarred asses and the hundreds of flies that swarm over them. The teenaged prisoner is shocked to see a large rat sniffing at Kim’s left nipple as if trying to decide to bite it.

“I know you’re tired, Cousin Laura,” Wilber says.  “So I’ll let you get some rest.”

He leads her into a box stall and forces her to lie on her back on the hay covered floor.  Wilber removes the penis gag and replaces it with a ring-shaped one that painfully forces her mouth open.  He holds it in place by buckling its leather strap behind her head.

He attaches light chains to her nipple rings and fastens the other ends to hooks three feet high in opposite walls of the stall.  In a particularly fiendish mood, Laura’s fat cousin attaches her left breast chain to the right wall and her right breast chain to the left.  As a result the chains pull her nipples together until they are almost touching.  Once again her breasts are painfully stretched and blood oozes out around the rings.  He fastens heavier chains to Laura’s pony boots.  With the assistance of Waldo, who had just finished oiling the whips to be used the next day, they insert the other ends of the chains into rings in the walls near the floor and, with mighty heaves, force the teen’s legs painfully apart.  They attach similar chains to her wrists.  After locking them in place both men approach Laura to admire their sadistic handiwork.

The exhausted beauty lies tightly spread eagled.   She glares angrily at Wilber who is bent between her legs admiring the way her leg chains have made her pussy lips part slightly.  Her cousin pinches her labia and snaps his middle finger onto her clitoris.  Her attempts to curse them are hindered by the ring gag in her mouth.

Wilber moves up the stall to stand by his cousin’s head.  Waldo stands across from him.

“Damn, I knew we forgot to do something,” says Wilber with mock regret.  “We forgot to water this little filly.”

“Oh, Jeez,” says Waldo.  “We just got her settled.  I don’t want to unchain her now.”

“I know,” replies the teenager’s fat cousin.  “Let’s water her where she lays.”

“Great idea!”

Both men unzip their flies and pull out their cocks.  Wilbur and Waldo direct streams of hot, acrid piss into Laura’s mouth.  She chokes and coughs and shakes her head from side to side in vain.  Soon her mouth overflows with piss.  The two tormentors then walk the length of her body, showering her with urine.  They meet between Laura’s legs and direct the last of their piss at her gaping cunt.  When they are done Waldo says that there’s just one more thing he wants to do before they let Laura get some well-deserved rest.  He quickly leaves the stall and returns a few minutes later with something in his hand.  He shows it to her.

“This is a welcome to the stable gift from Emperor, the stallion you and your friends will get to know intimately over the summer,” he says.

He is holding a ball of horse manure.  It is fresh and the size of a golf ball.  He drops it into Laura’s mouth.  Her face turns red as she attempts to push the ball of steaming shit out of her mouth with her tongue.  She amuses her captors for five minutes before finally succeeding.

“Well done,” says Wilber.  I intended to stuff a piece of cheese up your cunt for Ralphie.  He’s the stable’s pet rat but your father want you intact for your sweet sixteen celebration so I shall desist.”

Wilber and Waldo bid Laura a good night.  At last, she is alone.

Well, not quite alone.  It takes only minutes for hundreds of fat flies to swarm over her piss-soaked body.  Laura must have swallowed a cup of piss in order to keep from drowning.  With her mouth still forced open by the ring gag, many of the insects fly into it and land on her tongue which still has traces of horse shit on its surface.  She’s being driven mad by the flies that have covered her pubic area.  They crawl along her labia and some even enter her cunt.  Despite this, the teenager manages fall into a restless sleep.

Dress Up Time for Ponygirls….

The next morning the ponygirls’ parents enjoy a quick breakfast of coffee and croissants.  Before leaving the mansion each man takes a large dose of Thanatos Semen Multiplier.  It enables them to produce five times the volume of sperm than is normal.  It also produces an erection that lasts for hours no matter how many times one ejaculates.

The party proceeds to the stables.  On the way Frances McKay says to the other two wives, “Ed took some Multiplier once on our wedding anniversary.  He wore me out.  I almost drowned when he came in my mouth.  He must have fired half a cup of thick, vile tasting slime down my throat.  I don’t know if the developers did it on purpose but Semen Multiplier makes a man’s cum taste like sweaty sock soaked with ammonia.”

The men and women are wearing modified riding outfits.  The fathers’ trousers are soft black leather and have a cod piece rather than a zipped fly.  The mothers’ trousers have removable panels that can reveal their pussies and asses. Both the panels and cod pieces are held in place by Velcro. 

As they walk from the mansion to the stables along a path made up of broken sea shells, Arthur Gibson suggests that his guests might find it amusing to rape their daughters on the pathway.

“These broken shells were a special order and are particularly sharp,” he says, “In fact if you were to try to walk along this path without shoes, your feet would be cut to ribbons.”

The girls’ parents fall silent, as they imagine with pleasure the razor sharp broken shells chewing their daughters’ backsides to hamburger meat.

Jack Wilson suggest that they spray the shell with iodine before raping the girl.  “That way they won’t get an infection”, he says.

At the stable they take some time to admire the horses, especially the stallion, Emperor.   The women giggle at the sight of the horse’s huge cock.

Wilber and Waldo greet them at the door of the ponygirl section of the building.

“We let the girls sleep until a half hour ago,” he says.  “We fed them a mixture of rotting wormy apples and carrots mixed in with some horse semen for protein and some vitamin supplements.  Laura got nothing to eat but I did give her a large glass of fresh, warm horse piss to quench her thirst.  Now that you are here I thought you might enjoy helping prepare your daughter’s ponygirl outfits for Laura’s sweet sixteen party.”

The parents think that it’s a wonderful idea and follow the two trainers into the ponygirl stable.  They are led into a large annex of the building that contains hundreds of different ponygirl accoutrements.

“Oh my God!” exclaims Frances McKay.  “Look at them!  Delightful!”

All the parents are enchanted at the sight of their daughters.  Each teenager has been scrubbed with a stiff bristle brush and is standing between two eight foot vertical wooden poles. The girls are completely naked.  Their boots have been removed so that their parents can select from a variety of replacements. Their wrists are cuffed behind their backs.  Steel bits have been removed from the mouths of Kim, Susan and Mary.  Steep rings like Laura’s have been driven through the nipples of the girl.  Like their friend Laura, they have been chained into position by their nipple rings – and like their friend Laura thin rivulets of blood trickle down their breasts.  Wilber has removed the ring gag from Laura’s mouth.    

When the PGITs -- Ponygirls In Training – see their parents they all loudly beg to be set free and ask why they are allowing such cruelty.  Even while begging they are shocked by what their parents are wearing.  The adults ignore the cacophony of their children’s entreaties.

Upon seeing his helpless raven haired daughter, Susan, Jack Wilson, pulls off his cod piece, freeing his large, semi-rigid cock.

“Oh that’s much more comfortable,” he says as pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock onto the wooden floor.

The other men follow suit and remove their cod pieces as well, revealing their stiffening pricks.  Each man fastens his piece over his Velcro covered left knee cap.  The piece of leather now serves as a knee pad and matches the one sewn onto his right knee.  That way both knees will be protected when they kneel between their daughters’ legs – not to worship them but to rape them.

Each couple goes to stand before their daughter.  They coldly ignore their girls’ imploring eyes.  In fact, the fathers hardly look at their daughters’ faces.  They are much more interested in looking at their naked bodies which they haven’t seen since they were little girls.  At least that’s true for three of the four fathers.  Buzz Miller had installed several hidden micro cams in Kim’s bedroom and en suite bathroom when she was eleven and has hours of videos of her showering, admiring her naked body in front of a full length mirror and masturbating in what she foolishly thought was the privacy of her own room. Still, seeing his helpless daughter in the flesh makes his thick cock twitch.  Like the other three fathers, Buzz resisted the temptation to molest their nubile daughters only so the girls’ sense of betrayal now would be more traumatic.

What must be going through each teenager’s mind as the man whom she regarded as her loving protector now explores every inch of her naked body with all the compassion of a cobra?  Even worse, mother stands beside him, smiling.  Overnight, caring trusted parents have turned into monsters.  Little do the captive teens know that their fathers and mothers were monsters long before they were born.   Each couple feels that condemning their daughters to a brutal degrading life of pain and humiliation is a small price to pay to be members of the Thanatos Society.

“Why are you doing this to me?” asks Kim Miller.  “I thought you love me!”

“Love you!” her mother, Kate, scornfully replies.  “My dear, you and your friends here have had the misfortune of being born to parents who love only themselves and the sights and sounds of suffering people.  We never loved you.  All you were to us is a ticket into a very exclusive society of like-minded people.  You and your friends are also being inducted into the Thanatos Society but as slaves.”

“You probably wonder how we can do this,” says her father Buzz.  “It’s quite simple.  Your mother and I and your friend’s parents have the proud pleasure of being wealthy sociopaths.  We feel no love or empathy for you.  You have no idea how difficult it was for us to resist doing nasty things to you while you were growing up.  Many’s the time while I was fucking your dear mother I’d whisper into her shell-like ear how much I’d enjoy putting out cigarettes on your pretty twelve year-old bum or hanging you by your thumbs and whipping you with a barbed bull whip.”

He grabs one of his daughter’s nipple chains and pulls it until blood flows more thickly down his daughter’s torso as she screams in pain.

Wilber interrupts the parents to ask them if they want their daughters to keep their pubic hair.  All agree that they do not.  So the first order of business is to fasten each teen’s ankles to the posts so that mother or father can shave their little girl’s pussy.  Buzz uses a battery powered electric shaver on Kim.  Frances McKay smears Mary’s patch of red hair with a caustic depilatory cream and simply uses a towel to wipe the hair away as her daughter squirms in pain.  Jack Wilson lathers his daughter’s pubis with a shaving brush and then strokes away her hair with a Gillette razor.  Now the ponygirls’ bodies are completely hairless.  Of course, the fathers couldn’t resist stroking and pinching their daughters’ tender pussies during the shaves.

Kim, Mary and Susan’s parents admire the abrasions and bruises on their daughter’s cunt and hoot with delight when Wilber explains that they were caused by the tow chain during yesterday’s training session in the exercise ring. 

Birthday Girl Laura receives special treatment.  Her mother and father take turns pulling her blond cunt hairs out by their roots.  It is a long and painful procedure but the other parents are so entertained by Laura’s cries of pain and garbled entreaties for mercy that they don’t mind the wait.  The three fathers leave their daughters and stand behind Laura and fondle her sweaty body, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipple rings.  Soon the barely healed wounds in her breasts are re-opened and blood oozes once again down the front of her body.  Her friends’ fathers smear the blood over her torso.

Once the teens’ pussies are as smooth as their breasts, their parents release their ankles.  In order to discourage any of the young girls from kicking their parents, Waldo walks around holding a large, powerful cattle prod.  Susan doesn’t notice and, out of fury and frustration at her parents’ betrayal, she tries to kick her father.  She manages only a glancing blow.  Before she can put her leg down Waldo rushes up, jabs the prod into her thigh and pulls the trigger.  The naked teen screams as electricity shoots through her muscles.  Before she can recover the sadistic trainer touches the double tip of the prod to the golden ring in the girl’s left breast.  Waldo smiles as he fires a large blue spark into the ring, sending an electric charge through Susan’s nipple.  She faints as pain surges through her breast.  Her father steps forward quickly and grabs her before she collapses.

“Don’t want to her nipples ripped open by her rings,” he remarks.  “At least not yet.”

Waldo curses, “Damn it, I forgot to give your daughters shots of Thanatos Stay Awake stimulant this morning.”

The sweat soaked teen continues to hang from her fathers arms, Waldo goes to a cabinet on the wall containing various meds and retrieves a bottle of cloudy green liquid and a hypodermic plunger to which is attached a large bore needle.  He goes back to Susan.  He fills the hypo full and jams the two inch veterinary needle into the diminutive teen’s right tit.  Susan’s eyes fly open and she shrieks.  The vile liquid burns horribly and the pain of her various wounds increase ten fold.

Harder to bear is the news that no matter how much pain is inflicted upon her and her friends that day, they will not be able to find brief solace in the shelter unconsciousness.

Waldo refills the syringe and makes the rounds, shoving the same needle into Kim’s butt and then the pink nipple of Mary’s breast.  He forces Laura’s mouth open and grabs the tip of her tongue with steel pliers and plunges the thick needle into its sensitive pink flesh.  Her mother and father are vastly amused as the burning pain makes their teenaged daughter’s blue eyes bulge freakishly.

“Careful dear,” her mother Emily admonishes as she attempts to suppress her laughter.  “Or your eyes might pop right out of your head.”

The parents ignore the increased volume of their children’s cries of pain for they had much more important things to consider -- the color of each girl’s outfit.  Laura’s parents choose white for their virginal daughter.  Jennifer Wilson think that red would be good for their raven haired daughter Susan.  Kim’s parents decide on black and Mary’s parents choose green because Frances thought that color would complement her child’s red hair.  Of course the girls are completely hairless but their parents know that Waldo and Wilber have created a butt-plug “tail” out some of the hair that had been shorn from their heads.

“Branding time!” shouts Waldo with glee.  “We burn all our ponygirls.”  The parents smile when they see he is holding a propane fuelled iron whose head glows a dull red.

“Oh come here please,” implores Jennifer Wilson.  “Do Susan first.”

Waldo saunters over to stand behind Susan.  “With pleasure,” he says nastily.  “Mr Wilson”, he continues.  “You’d better hold your ponygirl tightly around her waist.  This isn’t going to tickle the little filly.”

“It might not tickle Susan,” Jack Wilson replies but it will certainly tickle and my wife and me.  Susan parents walk behind their daughter.  Jack turns his back on the girl and takes a step backwards so they are standing hip to hip.  He bends slightly and wraps his right arm around her waist.  Jennifer grasps her daughter’s handcuffed wrists and raises her hands up so her hands don’t block the intended target of the iron.  Susan’s heart races and she begins to moan in anticipation of more pain.  She can hear the hiss of the propane flame in the handle of the iron.  Jack Wilson can’t resist running the palm of his left hand over his daughter’s flawless bum.   His cock is fully erect.  Waldo asks him to move his hand.  After Wilson does, Waldo slowly moves the glowing head of the iron towards Susan’s right buttock and holds it an inch from her skin.  The poor girl can feel the heat emanating from the red-hot metal.  She begins to plead for mercy.  Her pleas turn into a loud squeal as Waldo presses the face of the branding iron into the soft flesh of her right buttock.  She continues to shriek as the metal burns into her ass.  Her bladder erupts sending a jet of warm urine down her legs to form a puddle at her feet.  Her mother and father breath in the aroma of their little girl’s burning flesh.  Seeing his teen ponygirl in so much pain, Jack can’t hold back and his cock begins to spew thick semen into the puddle of piss.  Waldo presses the branding iron into the teen’s skin for three seconds.  When he removes it a nasty, blistered, smoking burn “decorates” the screaming girl’s bum. 

The scar is a one-inch high “T” overlapped by a snake-like “S” – the stylized initials of the Thanatos Society.  The two letters are framed by a horse shoe.

The pain suffered by Susan would be unbearable but for the recent injection of Stay Awake.

“Perhaps a healing ointment will soothe the pain,” says Jennifer to her daughter.  She places two of her fingers into the puddle of piss and lifts up her husband’s clotted sperm.  She smears the slimy liquid over the teen’s burnt skin.  The very touch of her mother makes Susan erupt into another ear shattering scream.

During the next ten minutes Susan’s screams are echoed by Kim and Mary as Waldo brands their tender bums.

Wilber reminds Waldo that he is not to brand Laura.  As the Birthday Girl she’s going to get special treatment.

It takes almost an hour for the parents to “dress” their ponygirl daughters.   The three PGITs now stand shoulder to shoulder before them.  Laura’s three friends are fitted out identically except for the colors.  Each teen wears a tight narrow leather headband circling her forehead.  Pointed stiff leather “pony ears” stand up at each side of the girl’s head.  Her parents have forced a special bit into her mouth.  It’s a two inch O-ring with two three-inch long narrow steel rods extending out in opposite directions.  These rods are fitted into the gaps created the day before by the extraction of the girl’s back teeth.  A small ring dangles from each end of the rods. The bit is held in place by a leather head strap.  Each father is delighted to realize that the o-ring bit will permit him to skull fuck his daughter.  The ponygirl cannot close her mouth and has difficulty swallowing.  The girl’s nipple chains have been replaced by a short thin chain which the parents have attached to small clips at the ends of the bit.  The length of the chains have been adjusted to pull the girls breasts until they are cone shaped and their nipples are stretched painfully.  Streamlets of blood dribble from Mary’s left nipple and Kim’s right.  Frances McKay, Mary’s mother, observes to her husband that the wide open look of fright in the girls’ eyes reminds her of the terror filled eyes of a panicking horse.

“Yes”, he responds.  “Isn’t it delightful?”

Short vertical leather belts on each side of the girl’s face connect the bit strap to her forehead band.  A hard inflexible plastic collar tightly grips and stretches her neck.

The grown ups removed the handcuffs and forced the girl’s arms behind her back making her grasp her elbow with the hand of her other arm.  The teenager’s forearms are now parallel to the floor.  Mom and Dad then fitted a single leather sleeve over both of her arms from wrist to elbow and laced it tightly in place.  The sleeve is lined with glass wool.  At first it feels comfortable but after a while the tiny slivers of fibreglass start working their way into the flesh of the ponygirl.

Each teenager wears a tight latex bustier which extends from the top of her hips to just under her breasts.  The inner surfaces of the garment and collar have been dusted with itching powder.  Each daughter’s thigh is sheathed in a tight latex sleeve.  A leather belt firmly cinches the teen’s waist. Silver rings have been sewn into the front and back of the belt.  Identical rings dangle from each of the victim’s hip.   A length of very rough hemp rope is fastened to the back and front ring of each girl’s belt.  The rope is half and inch in diameter and is the same color as the pony’s outfit.  The rope is buried deeply into the groove of the girl’s ass and pussy – so deep that the coarse cord disappears completely between the helpless teen’s bruised cunt lips and ass cheeks.  Before tying the rope to the ring at the back of each girl’s belt her parents worked some of the fibres loose so that the butt plug tails could be inserted in the pony’s ass.  Ed and Frances McKay put on latex gloves and smear capsaicin paste on Mary’s plug while Kate and Buzz Miller chose to smear itching paste on Kim’s before slamming it in her ass.  Watching the two girls squirm in pain, Jack and Jennifer Wilson decided to coat Susan’s plug with a mixture of both pastes.  The poor girl’s howls of agony echo through the large room much to the amusement of the grown-ups. She feels as if a fat red-hot rat file has been shoved up her ass   Arthur Gibson explained that the hot paste burning away in two of the ponygirls’ asses is made from the Bhut Jolokia pepper.  “I have it shipped in from India.  It has been recognized as the hottest pepper in the world and its Scoville heat unit measurement is more than one million.  By comparison the jalapeno pepper registers only ten thousand SHUs.”

With Waldo’s help each parent attached a synthetic pony tail to their squirming teen’s burning, itching ass plug.  The tails are fastened to the plugs by a two inch S shaped metal rod so that the ponygirls’ tails stand out from their asses.

Kim, Susan and Mary each wear the same type of shoe.  Kim’s first and fifth toe have been wired to the base of a thick silver sole plate.  From the front of the base plate a spring metal crescent curves up to a silver manacle around her ankle.  The poor girl is forced to balance on her toes.  The crescent provides a little support although the manacle is painfully tight.  The teen is  encouraged to remain on her toes by the four quarter-inch long needles that rise from the heel part of the base plate and stand ready to plunge into Kim’s feet should she falter. Each shoe weight two pounds.  When the girls walk their shoes will leave the impression of a horse shoe in the sand of the ring.

The parents of Laura’s friends have been so engrossed in outfitting their daughters that they haven’t been watching what Laura’s parents, uncle and cousin have been up to.  However as Laura’s screams of pain intensify, drowning out those of their daughters, they turn to the teen and are flabbergasted by what they see.  Even they are shocked by the ghastly imaginative sadism of Laura’s family.

“My God,” says Kate Miller with an evil grin.  “I almost feel sorry for her.”

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To be continued

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