Firestorm Part 2

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Firestorm Part 2They were magnificent, she thought. Marie watched the two ponygirls literally rolling around in the grass. Luxuriating in the softness of it against their skin. She was a little surprised that they were still in their restraints, however.”Do you ever let them out of those harnesses?” she asked Ray.”Of course. They have to be cleaned, you know. The leather starts to smell if it isn’t clean regularly and so will the ponies. I’ll show you later.”She couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were so beautiful in their leather and steel regalia. She watched as they played with one another, rubbing their chests together and chasing each other. They seemed totally content.She found herself walking toward them as they lay on the grass together. It was almost like she was in a trance, she thought. Marie seemed to watch from a great height as she ran her hand over the straps which held Cinnamon’s mammoth mounds high and tight. At the touch, the sable pony turned and gave her heavy lidded eyes and a small, almost unperceivable smile around her bit.Her hands moved of their own accord over the leather that she found softer and more yielding than she had thought it would be.She stopped only when Biscuit rubbed herself against the back of her body. She looked back at her and chuckled. “You are frisky, aren’t you?”She stroked Biscuit’s cheek, able to now that the blinders had been removed, and heard her whinny softly as she moved to explore her harness. Her hands toyed with the straps on her bosom. Her breasts were smaller than Cinnamon’s, although her nipples hardened much quicker around the thick metal rings piercing them. Her hands wandered lower until she was examining the chastity belt that restrained the poor pony’s dripping sex.”You poor thing,” she muttered, as her hand slid around to play with the plug tail buried deep in her rump. More moisture rained down her muscular thighs through the belt as she ground her hips against her hands.A warm chuckle told her that Ray was behind her and Biscuit cried out softly as she stood up, leaving her still frustrated.”Time to take them in,” he said.Marie noticed the slowly dying light as this strange, strange day began to end.As Ray led the way back to the stables, Marie tugged lightly on Biscuit’s reins imitating Ray almost perfectly. She found it very exciting to lead the girl around like this, but was secretly wishing it was her on the end of the rein.Inside the stable, Ray had stripped Cinnamon and she now stood completely naked, except for her piercings, with her hands pulled tight above her. Marie followed the ropes the cuffs were attached to and found a pulley system that ended attached to the wall. Cinnamon was completely free of her restrictive tack. Even her chastity belt.Marie noticed how much bigger the girl’s tits actually were than she had thought. No wonder the harness had been so tight!It was when Ray gently took the reins out of her hand and led Biscuit to another pair of cuffs attached to another pulley system that she moved closer to the helpless black pony. She noticed she was standing on point, just like her silver hoofed boots had made her walk, and she surmised that after wearing them for so long that her feet and legs must have adjusted to them and would most likely be very painful to walk around without them. There were some darker marks on her skin where the harness had gripped her tightly. Her breasts were marked darkly, their nipples thick and excited now. She pulled lightly on one ring and was rewarded with a soft whinny.”Careful.””Huh?” she said startled out of her dazed state.”They aren’t secured now, like normal. She might get a little frisky if you toy with her too much.”And this would be a bad thing, how? She thought.She was gently pulled away from Cinnamon as Ray showed her a set of knobs connected to pipes that ran up the wall and over the two bound girls. As he turned the knobs, Marie heard water rushing through the pipes and watched, delighted, as warm water cascaded down onto them.They practically danced under the spray, swaying back and forth on their tip-toes as it gurgled and sloshed down their naked forms. When they seamed thoroughly drenched, Ray turned the water down to a slow mist and handed Marie a brush and a bar of soap.”You can wash down Cinnamon, if you want. I’m afraid Biscuit will try to stimulate herself a bit and you really got to know what you’re doing to prevent that while washing her.”She took the soap and brush and stared at them for a moment. She ran her hand over the brush and found it coarse. It would be a bit abrasive against naked skin, but would also clean well, taking off a layer of dead skin easily. She stepped up to Cinnamon and began to soap her up.She ran the bar of soap over her huge breasts and heard her sigh softly. Suds ran down her lithe form as she moved lower and lower. When she began to massage her cunt, covering it quite quickly in suds, she looked up to see her head loll back.She covered the girl in lather, even down to her toes, taking the time to massage the soles of her feet. Marie adored this chore. Glancing over at Ray and Biscuit she saw the frustrated girl get a smack on her naked ass with the back of the brush for trying to rub herself against his touch.”You know better!” Raymond warned her, and continued to lather her quivering body.She smiled at the display and looking up, saw Cinnamon do the same as she watched her partner whimper under the touch of the brush.”How long has it been since she got to have an orgasm?””Oh, I guess about a year now.””A year?!?!” she said nearly dropping the brush and startling Cinnamon.Marie instinctively reached out and caressed the frightened girl as though she was indeed a real mare.”She hasn’t had an orgasm in a whole year?” she asked more calmly, thinking she had misheard him. Surely no one would do that to her. Surely not a year.”Yeah, about a year, or so. Most of the time it’s been Cinnamon that’s had a smile when Mrs. Stevenson takes them out. I think it was a year since Biscuit came back smiling, but maybe I’m wrong. Might’ve been longer,” he mused softly as he carefully scrubbed the overly-aroused filly.Marie stared at Biscuit in shock, before turning back to the slightly smiling Cinnamon. With a small chuckle, she began to scrub her again.After the ponies had been scrubbed down, Raymond locked their arms in a different set of arm binders, these less severe than the ones they wore with their tack, and led them to their stables to sleep.Marie gazed down at them as they quickly fell asleep in the hay. Both girls were naked save the arm binders and their freshly scrubbed chastity belts. Biscuit, apparently was having a very stimulating dream, she thought with a smile as she watched a small frown form between her brows as she twitched in the hay, thrusting her hips forwards slightly.”You really like them, huh?” asked Ray from behind her.”Yeah, I guess I do.”They both spoke softly so as to not wake the resting ponies.”You wanna try it out a bit?””Try it out?” she asked with a puzzled frown.She watched as his eyes roamed over her body.”I think we got an extra harness that would fit you. Don’t have any chastity belts though, so you’d have to go commando.”She blushed at his words and the look in his eyes, but nodded her head. She couldn’t pass up the chance to try it out.With a devilish smile, he led her into another part of the stable. She saw the harnesses the girls had been wearing set up on a rack to dry after their cleaning, as well as other sets, and extra equipment.”Take off your clothes please,” he asked nonchalantly.Slowly she stripped off the red dress and heels and stood naked before him without fully realizing it.First, he pulled her arms behind her and slipped them into an arm binder.She gasped softly as he tightened the laces up and she could no longer move so much as a finger. She was now helpless and totally nude in front of a man she had just met a few hours ago. As this dawned on her she hesitated when he told her to come closer.Seeing her hesitation and fear, he quickly took matters in hand, chose a bit and head harness and fitted it onto and around her head. As she tried to explore the bit with her tongue, Ray attached reins to the bit and gently tugged her closer.Using a measuring device like the shoe stores of her c***dhood had always had, he quickly set about fitting her into a set of pony-boots.The shape of the boots forced her up higher on her toes than she thought possible and it became slightly painful very quickly. Yet as she stared down and saw the black of the boots tipped with silver, it seemed worth it.Turning her around, Ray gently prodded her anus to see what size plug to use.At the first touch of his fingers in her rear passage, Marie had jumped and squealed behind her bit. She had never been touched there before and to go from that first virgin probing to having a seemingly enormous plug tail filling her tight orifice was dizzying to say the least.As she tottered on her heels, or rather her hooves, she felt the tail sway softly against her buttocks. The delicate touch was so delicious she forgot the plug for a moment and felt like the tail was really part of her.While she savored this sensation, Ray began easing her into the harness. His touch on her breasts as he eased them into the supportive lacings thrilled her beyond words. The feel of the leather gripping her as the laces on the built-in corset were tightened was wondrous.When she was fully outfitted, Ray gently led her over to a full length mirror bursa escort that was attached to the back of a stall door.Marie saw herself as a pony for the first time. She stopped breathing for a moment. Her milk pale skin glowed against the contrast of black leather and shiny steel. Since her nipples were not pierced, clips had been used to attach chains to her teats. Tiny bells jingled as her breasts stirred and she wished she had been pierced so she could feel the pull of the chain even more.Turning to see her profile, Marie saw her tail for the first time. It was a deep red that matched her own mane nearly perfectly and did indeed seem like a part of her. Her hooves clicked on the stone floor as she pranced in place excitedly.”Whoa, whoa, girl,” Ray said tugging on her reins.She calmed down a bit but was still so excited to see herself this way that moisture began to drip slowly down her thighs and boots.Ray swiped a hand over her mellifluous cunt and raised it into the light were she could see it drip from his fingers.”Another reason why we use chastity belts, cuts down on the mess.”She whinnied excitedly and surprised herself with the sound. Chuckling softly, Ray led her outside. The evening air seemed to race to her, caressing her naked breasts, ass and cunt. She tilted her head back to savor the sensation.”Oops! Forgot something,” he said as he led her to the hitching post next to the water trough.After he had tied her reins to the post, Ray stepped back into the stable leaving her there, helpless. It was then that she discovered just how vulnerable she was. She couldn’t use her arms, her legs were forced on point and she couldn’t even speak with the bit in her mouth. Yet as secured as she was, her breasts juddered freely, her ass was cupped but not covered at all by the leather framework that encased her, and her dripping sex was gaping open for anyone to see. Or touch.When Raymond returned, she saw a pair of blinders in his hand and knew she would be even more helpless in but a moment. With the blinders in place, she could see nothing except what was directly in front of her. And since Ray was holding her reins, he controlled where her head could turn, thus controlling what she saw.As she gingerly stepped across the grass she was made aware of something else Ray had fetched besides the blinders. A sharp and biting pain raced across her buttocks as the riding crop struck. She tried to pull away put received another blow for that.”You aren’t walking right. High step, girl! C’mon, you can do it.”When the crop struck her buttocks again, Marie began to high step across the grass with Ray leading her. As she got the rhythm, the blows stopped altogether.He increased their pace and soon she was running full out beside him across the meadow. Her knees nearly brushed her jiggling breasts with each step and soon she lost all thought except the constant rhythm of high stepping across the verdant meadows.After a good long run that brought them to the other end of the field, Ray began to slow them both down and let the girl rest. She had done very well, especially since this was her first night as a pony. He saw she was sweating and gasping a little behind her bit so he decided to let her have a drink. There was another water trough near the main house. He led her toward it and tied her reins to the post above, leaving enough slack for her to drink.Deciding that he needed a drink too, Ray left her for a minute to go get something from inside.As she was left alone again in the night air in her tightly constricting tack, Marie lapped up the cool water quickly, savoring every drop as she never had before. It was strange to have to drink around the bit but she managed. She noted that the exertion of the run had not quelled her desire one bit. Quite the opposite she thought, as she felt her juices run down her thighs again.It was as she was bent over the trough like this that a pair of gardeners found her. They had been heading inside much like Raymond had, when they saw the ever inviting sight of Marie’s naked backside bent over the trough. One of the men ran his hand over her glistening rump causing her to startle and jerk upright.”Ooh, frisky.””Yeah, and she ain’t even wearing her belt either.””You know what the boss lady said, if they ain’t under lock and key, their free meat.”The pair chuckled as they continued stroking her exposed flesh.Marie tried to speak through the bit but was unable to make more than an inarticulate noise that didn’t sound human, even to her.Half of her hoped Raymond would come back soon and call them off. The other half hoped he didn’t and she hated it. She felt herself blush and the men laughed uproariously.”Me first,” said the taller one of the pair as he moved up behind Marie.He pulled her back a bit from the trough forcing her reins tight enough that she couldn’t turn her head anymore. She felt his pants flutter against her buttocks and then the head of his penis rubbing against her pussy lips.As much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop the flow of cunt milk that began to lube his cock as he eased his way inside her. She stomped her hooves in outrage, but to her r****t, it seemed out of excitement.He began to move faster, in and out, in and out. One hand reached around to massage her clit as the other toyed with the clips on her nipples.She came as he forced himself on her and she hated it! She hated him! She hated Raymond! She hated herself for letting this happen! She hated it! Yet it was probably one of the best orgasms of her life, and he wasn’t done yet. She came three times before she felt him flood her with his seed.As he moved away from her, the other gardener moved up behind her and pulled her tight against him, shoving his manhood in hard without the gentle foreplay the other man had bothered with.He fucked her cunt without regard for what she felt. He used her as a toy for his own pleasure and wiped himself off in her tail when he was done.She had come twice more with him inside her.A few minutes later, Raymond came back out smiling to her as he untied her reins and began to lead her back to the stables. He let her take smaller steps at the slower pace and began to praise her.”You did very good for your first night. You’re really a natural, you know that? I just wish we had a chastity belt that would’ve fit you so you could get the whole experience. Oh, well.”When they got back to the stable, he led her toward the area were they had bathed Cinnamon and Biscuit. Marie pulled back on her reins just a bit, she didn’t want out of the gear yet.”C’mon, sugar. You need a shower,” he said with a playful smile.Marie moved closer to him and began to rub her groin against his leg hoping he would get the message.”You’re as bad as Biscuit,” he chuckled and slid two fingers against her pussy lips.She whinnied excitedly at the touch. She wanted to be fucked as a pony again, before she had to get out of the getup.After playing with her cunt for a few minutes, teasing her but not allowing her to cum just yet, Ray led her over to a stall and bent her over to tie her reins to a small eyelet near the floor. Once again, a man stood behind her and she was helpless to stop him. Unlike the last times, however, this time she felt a different burning touch her skin as the crop was brought down hard across her cheeks.Pushing her legs apart, Raymond whipped her ass and cunt with the crop hard and for a long time. He covered her sex and soft cheeks with a lattice of red welts before he shoved his long, thick cock deep inside her.She squealed with every inch of him as he fucked her roughly. It was now that she discovered the true reason for the nipple chains, as he yanked on the adjoining chain dangling on the small of her back. Her tits blazed in pain and pleasure while her cunt did the same. She was packed tight with cock and plastic. She was in horrible pain from the crop and in terrible pleasure from the man behind her and it was the happiest she had ever been as she coated his cock and balls with her cum, orgasm after orgasm shaking her body.He had taken her in the shower as well. With her hands secured above her and all the gear removed he had taken her from behind, a first for her. With one hand toying with her clit and another pulling her head to one side by the hair, he flooded her entrails with his cum as she cried out in orgasm again and again.When she was cleaned, he had bound her arms as he had with Biscuit and Cinnamon and led her to a spare stall, exhausted. Inside, he had forced her to suck every inch into her mouth until he coated her throat with his spent seed. Then he blistered her tits with a small cat-o-nine-tails before applying a set of painful clamps to each hardened tip and leaving her to sleep in the hay.Soft morning light warmed her cheek as Marie began to wake up. She felt stiff all over, the way she often times did after a night of great sex. It wasn’t until she tried to stretch her hands over her head that she realized she was still in the stable, arms secured behind her. As she began to open her eyes, she saw Mrs. Stevenson staring down at her with a gentle smile. She blushed, thinking how she must look.”Well, aren’t we a sight this morning,” her smiling employer said. “Here I was going to take my other ponies out for an early morning run and I find I have a new one, just waiting to be broken in!”Marie began a weak protest about having been curious yesterday and ending up falling asleep out here in the stables. It was all crap. Even she didn’t believe it.Mrs. bursa escort bayan Stevenson only smiled down at her as she opened the gate and gently helped her out of the stall. Marie expected her to remove the arm binder and was both shocked and slightly aroused when she instead placed a bit in her mouth and pulled her slowly along with the reins.She was led to what appeared to be a grooming area, and indeed it was, for she saw Raymond brushing out Biscuit’s long blonde locks close to where she was. Cinnamon stood beside her, her mane of ebony curls thick and shiny in the early light of the day.Carol began to brush out her tangled red hair. It hurt at first, since she had fallen asleep with it mostly wet, but soon her disheveled pelt began to relax and she did as well. The sensation of the brush going over her long tail of fire-red curls, tickling her skin beneath, was a delicious treat. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly with each stroke of the brush. Even the gentle tugging of the bristles in her waves of crimson felt wonderful. She was slightly saddened when it was over.Mrs. Stevenson was admiring her crowning glory in its full majesty for the first time. It was in this quiet awe that she gave Marie a new name.”Firestorm. That will be your name. It’s rather fitting, don’t you agree, Raymond?”Glancing over, the handsome stable hand grinned and lent his agreement.Firestorm, she thought. It sounded nice. It was with a sudden shiver that Marie realized what had just been said. With wide eyes she glanced back at Carol, frightened and pleading with her emerald gaze.”Shh,” she soothed. “Calm down, calm down. I’m not going to up and k**nap you here.”At her words, Marie began to relax. Although a bit of apprehension remained, for she knew that if she really wanted to, Mrs. Stevenson could do just that.With a dainty tug on her reins, Carol led Firestorm toward the tack area.She shivered as she thought about the implications of being given a pony name. She had said she wouldn’t k**nap her, but if she was considered nothing more than livestock, would it really be k**naping in their eyes? Fear was a small voice in the back of her head now, a small voice that was kept minuscule by a much larger voice telling her how exciting it was to be a pony. She had to admit, to herself if to no one else, that she had loved being a ponygirl last night. She had especially enjoyed the sex, both with the strapping Raymond and the two gardeners that had chanced upon her as well.A proper arm binder had been affixed around her arms while she reminisced, and she found herself being laced into her harness.Carol’s knee dug into her spine as she forced the laces in the inbuilt corset tighter and tighter. Only when her waist was reduced to a tiny, bending reed did she stop. It was much more severe than Ray had done the previous evening. Indeed even drawing a breath was a bit difficult.The touch of her delicate hands on her breasts as she adjusted them into the supporting cups thrilled chills up and down her spine. Her nipples hardened quickly at the touch and there was nothing to hide that fact. She blushed and then squealed as heavy clamps were secured tightly onto her thick teats and attached to the chain running behind her back.Next came the silver hoofed boots. Her arches had began to adjust to the extreme heel last night, but after sleeping without them it was again slightly painful to be on point like this. The boots clung tightly to her calves and gently squeezed her thighs as they were secured in place.”I must admit, I knew you were here before I came in,” Mrs. Stevenson reveal.Firestorm looked over her shoulder at the smiling woman, mildly shocked.”Ray told me how much you enjoyed playing pony, and that he was a tad disappointed that we didn’t have the proper gear for you, so I ran a few errands last night.”It was as she finished that she held up the brilliantly red ponytail buttplug that seemed as if it was meant for her. The color was perfectly matched to her own hair and a smile played along her lips as it was lowered out of view.Firestorm bent slightly to give Carol a better angle for insertion and whinnied with joy when the plug sank home.She was overjoyed and quickly began to march toward the long mirror to see herself with her new tail when she was abruptly halted with a hard tug on her reins.”Not yet, Firestorm. There is one more little piece of equipment you need.”Confused, the scarlet pony turned with a frown and saw her owner holding a terribly secure looking steel chastity belt that was just her size.She paled as she looked into Carol’s eyes.”Well, we can’t be having a repeat of yesterday, now can we?” she said with a slightly malicious grin.Reluctantly, Firestorm was pulled back toward her and locked into the chastity belt. As she heard it click shut, and felt the tight steel cupping her smooth sex and ass, Marie, trapped in her pony persona kept telling herself that it was just a game.It was only after she was fully secured, that Carol led her newest pony to the mirror to see herself.Marie was still amazed at the loveliness before her. That she had made such a divinely beautiful pony was shocking. As she turned to see her new tail, it did indeed look natural. The black of the leather holding her so tightly, the glint of steel at hoof and waist, the red, red hair on top and tail. She truly felt beautiful in a way she never had before.A small tear traced her cheek as she beheld herself.As Mrs. Stevenson kissed that tear away, she slowly led her outside and into the bright, early morning sun.Biscuit and Cinnamon were already outside and prancing impatiently in place. They stopped for a moment when she was led toward them. The two ponies shared a look and a near imperceivable smile around their bits at the sight of the new ponygirl before them.The pair approached her and Carol moved aside, still lightly holding her reins, and let the ponies examine their new friend.Cinnamon circled left while Biscuit went right. Firestorm tried to keep them in sight but a sudden yank on her reins made her keep her face forward as they examined her.Biscuit lowered her head and ruffled Firestorm’s tail while Cinnamon pressed herself close enough to rub her substantial bosom against her own.The two continued to move around her, growing ever closer until their three bodies never ceased touching and Marie was panting with the bit in her mouth.Saliva had begun to drip down onto her breasts as moisture leaked out of her chastity belt as well. The feel of the two other ponies grinding against her drove her mad with passion and she desperately wanted to have both her hands and sex free of their bonds if only for a few minutes.She began to rub herself against the other girls as they squeezed her tight between them and soon felt moisture raining down from them as well.She opened her eyes to see Biscuit in front of her, rubbing her steel encased groin desperately against her thigh, as she did much the same to her. Cinnamon’s dark face caressed her’s from behind and she felt her earlobe being lightly nibbled as she sucked it in between the bit and her upper teeth.The whole while, Mrs. Stevenson watched her three ponies grinding against one another and smiled at their frustration. She let them enjoy themselves for a few more minutes before pulling them apart.”Okay, that’s enough, girls. You’ll have plenty of time to run all that energy off today,” she smirked as she tugged on their reins, separating the three madly frustrated ponies.Raymond approached and led Biscuit and Cinnamon away toward a cart designed to be pulled by the team. Firestorm would have liked to stay and watch as they were harnessed to the cart but was instead led away by Carol to a large circular pen that contained a series of obstacles and a motorized pole and guide to train new ponies, or so Carol told her.As she was fastened into the machine, she was told how this would teach her to be a real pony just like Biscuit and Cinnamon were. That she would learn how to run, how to high-step, and how to be properly guided this way. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but the bit prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts and whinnies.After she had secured Firestorm into the rig, Carol cradled her harnessed face and kissed her as best she could around the bit and cradled her plump breasts in both hands. She rolled the thick nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing the tight clamps against that tender flesh. She smiled at the desperation in her eyes and told her she would be back for her after lunch. She then walked over to the control panel, turned the machine on and watched as Firestorm was slowly led forward by the chain affixed to her reins.The machine allowed her to start off rather slowly. She easily managed to high-step over the obstacles before her and quickly learned the pattern of those in the inner ring, but as she was led further out, it became more and more difficult to make it over the higher obstacles and twice she stumbled and was jerked up by the incessant pull forward.Soon the machine was going faster and faster and Firestorm was struggling to keep her balance. By the time she was led to the outer ring, which was blessedly free of obstacles, she was running full out and barely able to keep her feet as the machine sped ahead of her, forcing her to lean forward as she ran.If someone had wandered by they would have seen the leather clad ponygirl galloping at full tilt, her round, firm ass sticking out provocatively, breasts sticking escort bursa defiantly out as she dashed forward, ever forward. Sweat glistened on her leather harness causing her to shine brightly in the midmorning light.Just as she began to get the hang of running in such a manner, the infernal machine began to move her back toward the obstacle filled inner rings and only slowed slightly.First she tried jumping the obstacles but soon found herself getting a face full of hay as she stumbled in her steel hoofed boots and decided rather to high-step rapidly over the bales of hay in her path.The pace was difficult, and the extra frustration caused by a rapidly changing pattern of obstacles made the ordeal exhausting and soon Firestorm felt like she would faint. It was then that the pole leading her forward began to spray her with a light mist of cool water, not too much as to cause cramping but enough to keep her conscious. This was both a blessing and a punishment, or so she believed.She had no clock or watch with which to tell the time, and could only hope that she had been running for as long as she felt like she had and that Carol would soon come to free her of this damnable device. As she was once again led to the outer ring, Firestorm began to prepare herself for the grueling pace she was sure would ensue, but was surprised to find the machine slowing her gait.It kept her moving at a goodly pace, but it was no longer a difficulty to do so. As she began to catch her breath, she began to feel her body. She felt tired to be sure, but her muscles felt loose and ready. She realized she was still high-stepping. It seemed more natural to walk this way. Her lungs felt more expansive, even with the unforgiving corset so tight against her. She felt like she could keep running even though she was tired. She also felt terribly slick, sweat had to be coating her entire form but she could not look down to see, the pole held her reins up too high to look down, or in any direction except forward.Every sense seemed enhanced. She could feel the gently swaying of the chain clipped onto her nipples, the sounds of her thighs rubbing delicately together with each step, the squelching sound of sweat and leather moving together, the firm grip of the chastity belt on her wet sex, the way the metal had been warmed by her body and was no longer cold. She felt the bit in her mouth, the taste and texture; the horsehair tail swishing against her naked ass cheeks; the fat plug buried deep within her anal passage. Everything felt so wonderful. When the pole began to speed up again, she welcomed it with a joyous whinny and rushed forward eagerly.Carol Stevenson was having her pussy licked by one of her slaves when her watch alarm went off. Looking down at the face of the expensive timepiece, she suddenly remembered Firestorm. Her newest pony had been in the practice pen for about five hours now and should be a bit more proficient in her pony role by now.She smirked at the thought of her employee being turned into the creature she had been so fond of watching. She had such a collection of them, she mused as she headed out to the pen.Firestorm was now back inside the stable. She was also completely naked, her harness being cleaned. She had been scrubbed clean of sweat and dirt, as well as other bodily fluids, and stood straight and tall, her bit tied off to a hook dangling from the ceiling. Her feet were locked into a short set of ponyboots that ended just a few inches above the ankle, her arms tied behind her with rope.Her head was inclined upward and she couldn’t see the face of the man who was toying with her right breast, though she knew the woman was Mrs. Stevenson.”How would you like this done?” he asked, and she knew he was not speaking to her.”The same as the others,” came the reply from Carol.Firestorm had no idea what was about to happen but she didn’t need to wait long to find out. A sudden pain in her nipple let her know something was wrong and she tried to pull away, to no avail. She screamed into her bit.She felt a splash of liquid on her aching teat and then the cool touch she recognized as metal. Suddenly she knew what had happened. She recalled the thick rings in Biscuit and Cinnamon’s nipples that had been attached to the chains that ran behind their backs, much like the clamps that had been on her nipples earlier. She was not at all surprised when he moved onto her left breast and she received another jolt of pain.After the man was done, and thick heavy steel rings dangled prettily from each juddering teat, Firestorm was allowed to rest in her pen. She knew it was her pen because she had seen her new name engraved above the stall door as she was led inside.”You’ve been transferred, by the way,” Carol said rather abruptly.Marie looked up at her from the hay, confused.”A ‘Special Projects’ team, researching the long term affects of livestock conditions. Basically the same deal I gave to Cinnamon. It explains everything to your friends and family while you get to stay here as my little pony, forever.”Her eyes widened at the words and she felt her heart skip a beat, but she also felt her pussy clench tight at the though of being a pony forever. A tiny squeal escaped her mouth. Carol reached down and removed the bit from her aching mouth and began to stroke her cheek.”Of course, you can tell me right now if you don’t want to be my pony and I will let you go, but it’s now or never Firestorm.”She looked up at her softly smiling face and was torn with confusion and conflict. Part of her so desperately wanted to stay, to be what Cinnamon and Biscuit were. Another part wanted nothing more then to be free of her fetters and run, run as far and as fast as she possibly could. Never before had she felt so torn. So conflicted. In the end, she looked up silently at Carol and begged with her eyes for what she truly wanted.”Okay sweetheart, okay,” she whispered as she bent to kiss her trembling lips.As they kissed, Carol’s hand traced her new piercings lightly, which still caused her to cry out in pain, and then wandered lower, to toy with her dripping pussy lips.Firestorm moaned loudly into her new owner’s mouth as she felt her feathery touch on her aching sex. She remembered Raymond’s words to her about Biscuit. That she had not had an orgasm in a year. A year! Would that be her fate as well? To be kept in a constant state of ecstatic joy without any release for an indefinite amount of time? She hoped not but, as Carol’s fingers brought her closer and closer to the desperate climax her body had wanted all day, Firestorm knew she would be happy here no matter what.EpilogueCassandra was showing the girl around the vast manor and telling her all about it.”We even have a barn and stables for the ponies. I can show you them if you like, Miss.””Ponies?” the buxom blonde asked. “Don’t you mean horses?””No, Miss. I don’t.””Wow!”She couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were beautiful in their leather and metal harnesses. She especially couldn’t take her eyes off the lovely red-headed pony prancing so proudly before the other two.Without meaning to, she had moved closer to them, close enough to run her hand lightly up the shining backside of the fiery ponygirl she had thought to be enchanting. At the touch, the girl turned and seemed to smile with only her eyes, her swimmingly green eyes, at the young woman who while blushing found herself unable to move away.Firestorm, she had been told that was her name, began to gently rub her firm rump against her hand in delicate circles.This invitation made her all the bolder, reaching up to toy with the huge steel rings piercing each swollen nipple. So much larger these rings, then the ones the other ponies had. The circumference had to be that of a small saucer, and the thickness was nearly half an inch if it was a hair.She caressed these rings and the tender bits of flesh they bisected, causing Firestorm to whinny happily and prance a bit in place. As her hand slid upward to the small ring dangling from the middle of her nose and attached to the front of her bit, she saw the tiny ring was welded in place. The bit could not be fully removed, only detached from her harness and lifted to brush her teeth or use her sweet mouth.She gazed into her deep green eyes and saw only contentment.”God, you are so beautiful,” she whispered.”Would you like to ride our little Firestorm?” asked Raymond the stableman.Looking over at him, Melissa saw him holding a strange looking saddle made to incorporate the girl’s arms into it, and with a twin set of long, thick phalluses protruding from the seat.As if in a daze, Mel found herself watching him saddle the pony as Cassie led her toward them. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the flimsy blue dress Mrs. Stevenson had left her, so she was gently lifted and placed onto the two rubber dildos. She moaned and squirmed in his arms as they slid home, and was too overwhelmed to notice Cassie binding her feet and legs into the sides of the saddle. It was only when Ray tied her hands with the reins that she thought to complain.”Wh-what are you doing?” she asked in a breathy voice as the two intruders wiggled around inside her.”Well some girls have this bad habit of sliding off the saddle and we just don’t want that to happen with you,” he said with an evil gleam in his eye as he slapped Firestorm’s rear and sent her rushing off toward the sunset, the girl saddled upon her screaming as a sudden orgasm rushed up her body.As they watched the two ride off, Raymond asked the all too familiar question.”So what do you think this one will end up as?”To which the young maid gave her usual reply with an evil little smirk.”I don’t know, but I know she will bring a smile to Ma’am’s face for sure.”THE END

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