looked over her shoulder and spotted, in the distance, Greg hurrying down the
steps. She entered the stables and was pleased to discover that Jenny had
tethered Bronwyn to the Dais and was in the process of massaging her thighs and
walked round to face her friend and began stroking her bare shoulder. “Babe,
that was a fantastic race. I’m amazed at your level of athleticism. I had no
idea you kept yourself so fit.”
“Neiiiiiii.” Her cry sounded as though she was angry with
firm breasts, sitting on the half cups of the corset/harness, rose and fell,
while her raw red, pointy nipples were evidence of the girl’s high arousal
level. She was just about to start explaining the Sheik’s decision, when Greg
appeared and came alongside her. Ominously, he had picked up a short whip on
the way in.
you said anything yet?” he asked in an accusatory manner.
was still in a bad mood, but she hoped he wouldn’t argue in front of Bron. “Not yet Greg…”
your blouse and show us your reward from Salim.”
already shown her…”
it Henri, now! I want to see them.”
it calmed him, then why not? She removed her jacket and placed it on the side
bench; and then returned, while slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
there’s no need…” He raised his left hand and swatted her around the face. Slap! “Wooooh!”
she cried, stumbling to the concrete floor. “What was that for?” she asked in a
high, panicky voice.
responding and then questioning my order. Now, get undressed.”
slowly climbed to her feet and removed her blouse. Her mind was racing. ‘What on earth was Greg up to?’ She
stood still, proudly displaying her firm, jutting breasts and her diamond
tapped her leather skirt. “And the rest…”
didn’t want him to strike her again, so started unzipping her skirt. Greg knew
that she was bare beneath the skirt, because she had let her thong drop to the
floor, while Salim played with her butt cheeks and pussy. The precious item was
still in her pocket. She stepped out of the stiff garment and added it to the
pile on the bench. Stilettos and black hold-ups were next, leaving her totally
can’t see your cunt diamond. Get on your back and lift your legs.”
looked down. “The floor’s filthy, Gr…” Slap!
Down she went again, with a thud, on her side.
quickly laid back and lifted her knees onto her chest and in the process,
reveal her convex lips, bulging between her upper thighs. The diamond pendant
was hanging from a small gold ring that had been pierced through the top of her
clitoral hood, before it divided and merged with her cute minor lips.
poked her tummy with the end of the crop. “Knees wider, Henri, so Bron can see all three of your expensive rewards.” She
complied with his wishes by pulling her knees sideways. “Better…” He looked
around the dais. “Jenny, fetch me four short leather straps and a ball gag.”
are you going to do?” Henrietta asked in a frantic tone.
her in front of Bronwyn was one thing, but binding her and then brutally
whipping her, another. His arm was a blur. Whack!
“Ahhhhh,” she cried, when he brutally thrashed the crop
right across the meat of her twin globes.
line of Fire raged, causing her to release her knees and start writhing about
on the dirty floor. The powerful Afro/Englishman watched her for a minute and
then turned to Bronwyn, who, being a captured audience, had witnessed
pointed with his crop. “This is what happens when someone I trust steps out of
line. Do you understand, Bron?”
recovered her composure and returned to her bent position in time to see the
startled onlooker nodding her head furiously.
* * *
was horrified to watch Greg, a man who had been so nice to her, brutalizing
Henrietta. In fact, he had been more than nice to her, he had rewarded her many
times for her hard work, in more ways than one. She didn’t know if Greg had a
thing for her, or whether the superficial petting and fondling was his way of
saying he fancied her, but no matter, she had a thing for him.
was pivotal in getting George Cartwright his just deserts, but she had always
doubted his motives. She thought he was a nice guy, but as Jenny arrived with
the leather straps, her opinion was changing.
you bind that side and I’ll do this. You know the procedure, thighs to elbows,
wrists to ankles.”
was surprised to see Henri lay meekly, while the pair bound her into a folded
position. And, lose her chance to protest, when Greg buckled the ball gag in
place. The Welsh girl didn’t know much about the transporting side of the
operation, but she knew that they secured the girls in an identical fashion,
before placing them in a crate.
couldn’t lower her thighs, leaving her bulging sex and upper thighs vulnerable
and an easy target. The big man stood up and stared down of the bound and
I’m not the only one who thinks you’re getting too big for your boots. After I
helped Salim into his wheelchair, I said, ‘I
need to knock Henri down a peg, or two’. Do you know what he said to me?”
He waited for a response.
friend’s eyes were like saucers, as she shook her head slowly.
said, ‘You don’t need my permission,
Greg, and you know my plans for her. Make sure she’s fit at two o’clock, when I
need her help at the races’.” He positioned himself to one side of her
body, while his victim visibly shrunk inwardly and shook her head furiously. “Henri,
I hope I never need to deliver a punishment like this again, but if you ever
disagree with me in front of Salim, you’ll spend three days in a crate instead
of three hours!”
raised his arm. Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt!
Switt! Switt! Switt! He laid 8 savage blows, adding an immaculate set
of parallel red lines to the one already glaring out from her pearly white
skin. The final three cuts were across the prominent lips of her labia and
thighs; and probably the most painful of the vicious blows.
blinked back a tear as she watched the girl she had fallen in love with,
writhe, jerk and wail an awful muffled tune, on the filthy floor, just six feet
from where she was tethered to the dais. Greg said something to Jenny she
didn’t hear and then followed her out of the room.
later, they returned with a wooden crate on a small four-wheel trolley. They
parked it beside the distressed figure lifted the top off and then eased out a
preformed lump of polyfoam. The front folded down to reveal another section of
shaped foam. Greg was strong enough to lift Henri in, on his own, but Jenny
helped him to drop her into the preformed body shape cut-out.
I want her to have the whole experience.” Greg said, standing to allow the
experienced trainer to connect her to the built-in system.
catheter as well?” Jenny asked.
If she displeases me again, she needs to know what will happen to her next
hovered, while Jenny inserted tubes in her urethra, anus and through the hole
in the gag. A mask was fastened over her face, despite her protests and then
the top foam was dropped on top of her. After the front had been lifted and the
top clipped into place, Jenny wheeled away the old case, presumably to place it
approached Bronwyn and stroked her shoulder. He was a dangerous man, but that
didn’t detract from his beauty. She was desperate to hear her own fate and was
fearful that one day she might end up in a crate.
“Bron, you don’t have to worry about Henri. The crate is
100% safe and an internal computer monitors all her vital signs. I’m angry with
her, but not with you.” He paused, as though he was choosing his words
carefully. “Salim wants to keep you here, at the club, as a permanent
folded his arms across his chest to let the bad news sink in. She couldn’t hold
back the tears and a terrible sense of doom engulfed her thoughts. Was she
destined to spend the rest of her life being pursued around the forest by sex
crazed club members? On her knees in the mud, while the lads
piston fucked her until they were totally spent?
Bron…” He stroked her shoulder tenderly. “I’ve
managed to persuade Salim to compromise…”
Welsh youngster held her breath, while Greg considered the best way to break
whatever bad news was coming.
wanted you to do one weekend in six, as we agreed with you in the first place.
But, Salim wants you transformed into a permanent filly like the others. You’d
have to have your cunt laced and your anus converted to a silicone socket,
along with many other mods, like having your back teeth removed. I told him
what a superb job you were doing at CI and that you were committed to the
company and the club…”
nodded eagerly in agreement. “Neeeeiiii,” she added
softly, to get her point across.
he finally caved in and said he’d row back on permanent status if you agreed to
commit to every weekend at the club until the end of the season. I’d bring you
down Saturday morning and take you home Sunday night.”
weekend? My god, she thought, it would mean two days out of seven wearing Pony
gear, running around with a bunch of horny lads chasing her. It was a hard pill
to swallow, but she was grateful to Greg for saving her from being converted
permanently into an animal. She would escape having all the awful things she
had witnessed on the imported girls, but have to submit to John’s beatings and
“Bron, you’re also going to get the diamonds Salim promised
you; and I’ll have a word with John to go easy on you. What do you think?”
she nodded her agreement, his hand dropped to her left breast and began lightly
massaging it. “Ahhh,” she moaned softly when he
rolled her bullet hard nub.
or Jenny will pierce these on your next visit. Jenny is waiting to tether you
to a rig so John can take you back to the wild. He’ll
fetch you at two o’clock and include you in the races.” He dropped his whip so he could massage both her breasts. “My god, Bron, you have the best pair of tits I’ve ever fondled.”
felt so good, she began to get excited. “Naeeeee,”
you like to feel a real man mount you, babe?” he asked gently. “I’ve had a hard
on, ever since seeing you strapped to this dais.”
too was excited and had, during the previous couple of years, fantasized about
the size of the muscular, black man’s cock. Having had to suffer half a dozen
violent bouts of animalistic sex, she liked the idea of a more natural
experience, so nodded her acquiescence. Greg immediately released her tits and
without a word slipped round behind her.
started massaging her taut butt cheeks. “Bron, you
have a lovely body…”
his hands to the top of her thighs, he began to massage both sides of her labia
with his thumbs. Her tender folds had lost their definition, because of the way
her legs were stretched apart; and the stainless-steel cover still gripped her
to masturbate and excite her, he released his tackle and used the tip of his
cock to tease her fleshy entrance. Then, inch by inch he impaled her with his
enormous cock. He stretched her internal walls no more and no less than the
Pony-boys had; and once he was slamming into her buttocks, it felt no different
from being on her knees in the forest.
worrying aspect of her situation was that she enjoyed being taken from behind
and always experienced powerful orgasms. Each time one of the Pony-boys pinned
her, she was left shuddering and thrumming for several minutes afterwards.
was also providing her with a thrilling ride. He gripped her corseted waist and
slammed into her, before grunting his way through an explosive ejaculation. She
was still vibrating like a tuning fork when he once again appeared in front of
looked relaxed when he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Chin up, Bron. I’m staying to watch the races and then afterwards I‘ll take you home.”
Welsh youngster watched Greg saunter off nonchalantly, leaving her head full of
dark depressing thoughts. She wanted to stay on the dais and avoid another
three hours rutting in the wild. The only crumb of comfort was that she was
beginning to feel more comfortable in the restrictive harness and tack.
only one afternoon running around the woods and racing on the track, she had
become more fleet of foot. After thinking she would never be able to run in the
corset and weird boots, she had rapidly learnt the balance and poise required
to be a Pony-girl.
just maybe, she’ll be able to give the horny bastards a run for their money!