by Paul Blades
Her sex was sore where it had been struck and she could feel the swollen tissues throb during the long night. Her breasts, too were swollen and her nipples felt ready to burst off of her body.
Although scenes from her former life still sprung into her mind from time to time, this night she felt more distant from it than ever before. Everything that came before she had been made into a ponygirl seemed like a pasteboard mockery of reality, done in black and white. The present was real and full of color, the color of welts and blood, the bright yellow of her owner's tattoo on her belly, the sinister dark blue of the hoods or the, for her, meaningless Cyrillic writing etched onto her chest. When not in darkness, she lived in the pale blue of the almost cloudless sky, the deep greens of the grass and the trees around her. There was no other reality, no loss to mourn for, since she could not believe anything else ever really existed.
But there was hope. Yesterday, she had felt threatened by the man in the beret. She was afraid that he had come to take her away and that she would never see her master again. But her trainer had destroyed whatever love she had for him, a love drawn from her desperate need to hold on to some humanity, even if it was for a man who had stripped her of the rest. Tonight, as she patiently waited for sleep to claim her, Maddy hoped that his seeming approval of her and her harness mate, the pony she knew only as the blond tailed pony with large saucer like areola and thick, red nipples, meant that he would claim them.
Maddy's stomach growled as it yearned for food. But she had no desire for it, the tasteless mash that she had supped on for many weeks. She was sure that it was full of vitamins and nutrients necessary for the strenuous life of a ponygirl. And she was sure that it contained something that barred any chance of pregnancy from the steady stream of sperm poured into her defenseless crevasse. Her period had not come either, and she suspected that her masters controlled that as well.
Lying on her back, her legs spread as if in invitation to the ghosts that surely haunted the grounds of this hell on earth, Maddy finally felt the mercy of sleep descend over her. She prayed for a dreamless night.
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In a third story room over a tavern about thirty miles from Grobgy's estate, the black haired pirate's daughter too had her legs splayed wide. She was receiving the thrusts of her dark, fearsome lover. The room was lit by the dim glow of a small lamp sitting on a table by the window. The room was furnished in the style of a rich peasant, with a large, soft, bed, with tall posts on each corner. The furniture was heavy and made of dark wood. The walls were papered with colorful flowered wallpaper. In the middle of the room was a large circular rug made of thick wool. The dark red rug was strewn with the lovers' clothes, as if they had shed them hurriedly in their drive for the stage where their passion would be played out. The windows had white, lacy chintz curtains and hanging on the walls were portraits of the Czars, taken from some secret storage place after the downfall of the Soviet State.
Anya was thrusting madly as Drabik's cock plunged mercilessly inside her. She was on the edge of bliss and her body yearned desperately to tumble over it. Drabik roared as his cock began to shoot its juice into Anya's steaming hole. When she felt his cock throbbing within her, she came, shouting his name. Drabik held her hands tightly together over her head and had forced his demanding tongue into her mouth. She felt doubly invaded as wave after wave of lust filled spasms jolted her.
As their passions faded, Drabik collapsed on Anya's wilted body. Their chests heaved together, Anya's pale white bosoms crushed flat against her. It was several minutes before they spoke. "Anton, darling, let me up, I have to pee," Anya panted.
Drabik rolled off of her and to his back. "Oh, God in heaven," he swore, "you have a marvelous cunt Anya, and I know cunts."
Anya laughed as she crawled off of the bed. "I might say the same thing about your cock, Anton, but I guess I haven't had nearly as many cocks as you have had cunts."
She padded into the small bathroom and peed with the door open. Drabik's eyes were on the ceiling, however as he pondered the day's events. He had felt satisfied that he had broken the spell that the ponygirl had placed on him. But had he? Although he had beaten her unmercifully and driven her to orgasm on his own terms, he still felt a lingering connection to his former charge. What had made him so angry, he asked himself. Was it the fact that he had felt something for the abject beast? Was it because she was to be taken away from him, albeit for only six short weeks while she traveled the ponygirl circuit? Or was it because Anya had taunted him, unmanned him, having detected his bond with the female?
"Get the vodka," he called to Anya as she stood from her seat.
The tall, slim, white skinned beauty grabbed the bottle from the floor where it had been dropped when they came in the room. There were glasses on the table and she brought them too. She cracked open the seal and poured two large shots. She jumped into the bed and handed one over to her lover. They both poured them directly into their throats.
"Give me another," Drabik snarled.
"What makes you so ornery?" she asked him as she complied with his order.
"I'm always ornery when I fuck a beautiful, black haired bitch," he retorted.
Anya laughed. "You're right to call me a bitch, Anton, and you'd better call me beautiful." Drabik grunted in reply.
"Another," Drabik ordered. Anya filled his glass and her own. The fiery liquid was consumed in one gulp.
Anya put her glass down and snuggled up to the scar ridden body of the cruel ponygirl trainer. She reached over and grabbed his long, thick, limp cock. Cum still leaked from its tip and she leaned over and licked it off with her tongue. She smiled at Drabik, her hand still fondling his piece. "How many bullets do you have left in your pistol, Anton? You gave one away to that slut of a ponygirl. That belonged to me."
Drabik lifted his head and glared at the gangster's daughter. He reached out and grabbed her by the cheeks, pushing them together until Anya grimaced and squealed. "Nothing is yours unless I give it to you, slut," Drabik told her, his voice ominous.
As he let go, Anya tried to sidestep Drabik's hostility. "I love it when you call me names," she answered him. His cock was growing to hardness in her hand. "You were going to teach me to suck cock like a ponygirl, Antonushka," she said, laughing.
Drabik looked at the brazen young woman. "Why not?" he thought.
"First another drink, to get in the mood," he suggested. Anya poured two more shots. They threw them back. "Another!" he demanded.
"Okay, lover, but why drink so fast. I'm not used to this stuff," Anya answered. They drank again.
"And one more for good luck!' he cried. Anya grinned at him. "Okay, okay, one more."
Drabik watched the black haired girl suck down the potent vodka. He put his glass down. "I'll be right back," he promised. He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. While he was pissing, he looked around and saw the cords for the blinds on the windows. But how to cut them! There was a glass on the sink for drinking water. He picked it up and dropped it on the white porcelain. It smashed. "Fuck!" he yelled.
"What happened," Anya asked.
"I broke the fucking glass!" Drabik answered. "Give me a minute to clean it up." He peaked over his shoulder and saw that Anya was not looking. He took one of the larger shards and used it to cut the cords. He had two four foot long cords. There was a bathrobe on the back of the door with a cotton sash. He removed it. Hiding his treasures behind his back, he returned to the bed. Anya was looking glassy eyed. He snuck the bindings under the pillow and rolled his body on to hers, covering her mouth with his. He thrust his tongue deep inside. Anya threw her arms around him and returned his passion. She locked her leg with his and pressed her loins against his thigh. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned as her blood began to rise.
Drabik ran his hand down her belly and buried it in her thick, black curly bush. He found her wet slit and caressed its length, pressing his fingers inside. He whispered in her ear, "So you want me to teach you how to suck cock l
ike a ponygirl? Are you sure?"
"Ohhhh, yes," Anya sighed as she felt her loins get hot.
Sliding one hand under the pillow, he removed the cotton sash. He grabbed one of her wrists and while pressing his tongue back into her mouth, wrapped one end of the sash around it and tied it off.
"W,what are you doing, Antonushka," the woman asked dreamily. The vodka she had downed so quickly, in combination with her lustful feelings, had made her lethargic.
"Roll over, sweetheart," he whispered to her, using his hands to lift her side and roll it over.
"Wha…." Anya started to ask, startled at Drabik's sudden movement. The experienced slaver quickly had both her wrists tied behind her.
"What are you doing, Anton?" she asked nervously. He rolled her over again onto her back.
"Ponygirls don't have hands, Anya." He said, grinning sardonically at her. He reached under the pillow and grabbed the other cords. He turned quickly and sat over Anya's thighs. He grabbed one ankle and tied a cord around it, and then the other.
Anya was beginning to get nervous. "Please Anton, stop," she intoned anxiously. "What are you doing to me?
Without responding, Drabik tied one of Anya's ankles to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. While she stared at it in shock, he grabbed the other ankle and tied it off on the opposite post.
The black haired woman told him petulantly, "Anton, untie me! Have you lost your mind?" She sat up in emphasis. Drabik pushed her body back down and covered her with his own. He placed his mouth on one of her thick, stiff nipples and sucked on it long and hard. Anya moaned and squirmed underneath him.
"Anton!" she said with a little less force, "you've got to untie me now!"
Drabik shifted to the other nipple and ran his hand between her outstretched thighs. Anya moaned again as he delved into her already dilated sex. When she tried to speak again, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. She kissed him back passionately, his hand driving her lust higher and higher. When he thought that he had her hot enough, he crept up the length of her body. His cock was hard and ready to garner her mouth's caresses. He spun around so that he was turned opposite from her and kneeling above her head. He ran his hands over her fine breasts, appreciating their bulk and their firmness. He pinched the nipples until the girl gave out a deep moan. "Oh, Anton," she sighed, "what are you doing?"
Drabik slid his hands up towards Anya's throat and then captured her head in them. He turned her head backwards so that she was looking up towards the headboard. Her face was upside down to his. He pushed his hips forward. "Open your mouth little flower," he cooed to her. "Let my hot prick in."
He pushed his cock against her swollen lips and she opened them in obedience. She had sucked his cock before, but on her terms and always as preparation for a fuck. She had refused to let him come in her mouth, never mind swallow it. As his thick prick crossed her lips, Anya whined. "Ommmmpf!" she mumbled as the round bulk of Drabik's stiff rod suppressed her speech.
"Don't talk, Anya, suck. Suck my cock like the whore you are," he sad to her sternly. Anya desperately circled Drabik's meat with her lips. He luxuriated in her moist heat and the swirling of her tongue around its tip. He pulled back and forth gently, careful not to frighten his bound lover. He could see her splayed legs jerk and pull at her bindings, testing their strength. Her cunthole glistened with her lust.
As the man's member reveled in her mouth, Anya began to get worried. She had no way to stop him from coming in her mouth, no way to push him off of her. The anxious woman began to twist and turn her legs in an effort to free them. But Drabik knew his business and the knots were tied tight. She moaned and whined, hoping to convey her displeasure as the rock solid meat rasped against her lips.
"So, Anya, are you ready to learn to suck a cock like a ponygirl?" Drabik asked her tauntingly. Anya tried to speak, but her words were blocked by Drabik's prick. She tried to shake her head to free her mouth of the invasive tool, but Drabik held her head steady.
"Here it comes, Anya, get ready!"
Drabik pushed his manhood deep into Anya's oral cavity. She felt it depress her tongue and push up against the entrance to her throat. Her body shook in protest and her throat emitted a "Gaaaaaaa!" sound. Drabik pressed on and he lodged his cock in Anya's throat.
The haughty and beautiful pirate's daughter shook and moaned as she felt the thick meat lodge in her esophagus. Drabik laughed as he felt the tight constriction of her membranes and saw her body shake and tremor. "This is how a ponygirl sucks cock, Anya. Do you like it?" he said.
He waited until Anya's frantic reactions bordered on panic and then he slowly withdrew it just enough so that the unhappy woman could draw air. She took a lungful and he pushed his manhood back into its lodgment. For ten minutes, he worked Anya's throat. "Don't bite me now, lover, or I'll have to cut your throat. You wouldn't want that, would you?" he instructed her, his voice ominous.
Anya only reply was a desperate moan as she felt her throat widened each time the hot meat was pressed home. Twice she tried to speak, uttering mumbled protests over Drabik's stiff rod. But she was literally wasting her breath as Drabik maintained the steady, slow pistoning of his cock. Her whole body would convulse as her need for air doubled until the next withdrawal.
The callous slave trainer was waiting for the moment where Anya would accept the presence of his thick prick without struggle. It was much like the taming of a pony, in fact, just like it, as the pony needed to accept her master's dominance and control of her body. "Relax, Anya," he said to her, "let it happen. Enjoy it."
Gradually, reluctantly, the tall, black haired beauty began to accommodate the invasive tool. Her long, white graceful legs, although still tense and quivering, ceased their testing of her bonds. Her body stilled. The man gave her mouth and throat several long, languid strokes of his cock. Although she shuddered each time that the prick plowed past her throat's entrance, she passively accepted it.
The girl was stunned with Drabik's outrageous abuse of her body. Her mind rebelled against the thick hard rod that was pressing into her inner space, blocking her airway. Her stomach was nauseous as her tongue was pressed down in her mouth and her narrow tube in her throat widened with each of Drabik's deliberate strokes. But when her lover had urged her to accept the inevitable, to cease resistance to his will, she closed her mind to her impulses and let the stiff manhood have its way with her.
Drabik had rested his hands to either side of Anya's shoulders while he was teaching her the basics of throat fucking. But now that he had forced her into a reluctant acceptance of his will, he took his hands and placed them on her large, chalk white breasts. He began to massage them as he continued to probe the woman's throat. Anya's body seemed to almost melt in front of him as it registered the effects of his attentions.
When he saw her lustful reaction, Drabik leaned forwards and, extending his legs, placed his head between her thighs. He took her pleasure bud between his lips and sucked on it gently, maintaining his cock's relentless steady pace. Anya's body jolted as if electrified and she began to moan with excited passion. It took only a few moments and her hips were bucking and thrusting, her passion overflowing its boundaries. Her mouth and lips began to work Drabik's cock as it passed through her mouth. "Uuugh! Uuugh!" she called out as her orgasm over took her.
The ponygirl trainer's lust was ready to peak as well. He could feel his balls tightening and his cock filling with his seminal fluid. He quickly regained his knees, abandoning Anya's stiff clit. He held the still moaning woman's head still with his hands, pressing them on either side of her cheeks and jaw, forcing the mouth to remain open to receive his discharge. He pulled his cock back until the head was lying on the roof of her mouth. He wanted the proud lady of the manor to taste his spunk. His cock began to pump his seed into her. When Anya realized what was happening, she protested and squirmed, trying to free her head from Drabik's mighty grasp. But jet after jet of his cum poured into her mouth and over her tongue. "Nuuuuuh! Nuuuuh!" she
tried to communicate her disapproval. But her voice was stilled as her cavity filled with Drabik's hot fluid.
Drabik groaned with sexual satisfaction as his cock throbbed and jerked in Anya's mouth. When the last spasm sent its load inside her, Drabik withdrew his prick and put his hand over her mouth. "A good ponygirl swallows her master's jism, Anya," he told her, his voice laden with sarcasm. "Take a good swallow now and enjoy its distinctive flavor. You're going to have to get to like it if you're going to suck cock like a ponygirl."
Anya gave in to the inevitable. It was better than letting the slimy substance lay dormant in her mouth. As it went down, her stomach turned.
Drabik waited until he saw calmness return to Anya's face. He released his hand expecting a torrent of abuse. Anya looked at him, towering above him. "Oh, Anton," she said, her voice exuberant. "I've never come like that before, that was incredible! And I could feel your cock down my throat, it was, …oh. I can't describe it!" Her face was bright with the residue of her ecstasy.
The man rolled over and poured himself another shot of vodka. He drank it in one gulp. "You liked it?" he asked, gruffly, not surprised that even a spoiled, proud women like Anya enjoyed being treated like a whore. He leaned over her, grabbing her heavy, breasts in his hands, massaging them.
"It was indescribable, Anton," she told him. "But please untie me now. I want to get loose," she asked plaintively.
"Oh, no, Anya, I can't do that," he replied. He pinched her nipples harshly, making the pretty, black haired girl moan. He grinned at her. "As soon as my cock gets hard again," he told her, "I'm going to fuck your cunt."
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CHAPTER SEVEN
The sound of the tack room door slamming shut woke the splayed ponygirl. It took Maddy a few moments to realize where she was. A heavyset, black bearded man dressed in denim work clothes appeared in front of her. Viewing him with her head back made him appear upside down. He looked surprised to see her and then shrugged his shoulders. He went behind the counter where the leather goods were stored and fussed around for a few moments. He then returned to Maddy, and contemplated the invitation issued by her widespread legs and her naked, hairless cunt. Maddy felt him step between her legs and place his hand on her pudendum. Her vulva was still sore from Drabik's beating and she jumped at his touch.
