Beast of Burden

Boo is the only girl, or pony as he calls her, from Robert.

It is Boos third or fourth season, she cannot remember really, as everything that happened, happened in a blur. Since her “enslavement” she worked nearly every day, pulled a lot of wagons, ploughs or even whole tree trunks.

Like every day, she was awoken by Robert sometime after sunrise. She spends the night, as nearly every night, tied to a horizontal bar next to the entrance of Roberts house.  She has some protection against the elements in the form of an awning above her and some soft plants and straw under her. Otherwise, she is naked, safe from the leather cap, her armbinder, her hooves and her ever present coat of grime.

Because of the leather cap she can neither hear nor see Robert, so he awakens her with a few soft kicks to her butt. As soon as she awakens, she rolls onto her knees and tries to lift herself up with one foot. It is still difficult to balance herself with no use of her hands. They are not only always bound behind her back, only getting unbound to clean her or to fix her gear, sometime during the first season she has lost every feeling in them. When she finally gets herself up onto her hooves, Robert pets her flank and opens her blinders, he also speaks to her in a calming and simplified way. Even though, Boo has nothing in her mouth that would prevent her from talking back, she knows better and keeps silent to avoid any punishment.

He unties her from the horizontal bar and leads her to a trough, that is separated into two chambers, one is filled with water and the other is filled with porridge. To eat and drink she has to dive into the food resulting in a big mess that covers her face, but again Boo knows she has to endure this humiliation, as she needs every bit of energy she can get to make it through the day. 

Finished eating Robert, dips a cloth into her water trough and cleans her face with it. Now it is about time to get Boo ready for work, he puts her harness on and fits her bit gag inside her mouth. It is about time, that he needs to make a new one for her, as the piece of wood is already bitten down good.

All dressed up she is led by Robert through the village. As every morning, she has no idea what is expected from her today, she only knows that it will be hard and merciless work. She arrives at Branos house, he is a merchant, who travels to other tribes and trades whatever goods they currently have. In front of his house, she can see three pony carts. Each is made from wood and consists of two disk wheels next to a chest like trailer. In front of the trailer to wooden poles stick around to meters to the front. She was positioned between the poles, they get connected to her hip rings, four more ropes are tied to each ring on her shoulders and back.  As soon as she is all tied up, her blinders are closed, and she is left to wait for commands. Due to the deafening and blinding leather cap, she has no real idea what is going around her and is left alone with her thoughts. Standing there she feels the heaviness of her bladder, as she had no time to pee this morning. Being the animal that the tribe wants her to be, she opens her legs a bit and just lets it run. She probably got some onto her leg and now stands in her own puddle of pee but as a docile pony she does not care.

Just a few minutes later her blinders got open again and a man pulled on her reins, that got connected to her bid gag. The cart was quite heavy, and she had to pull hard to get it moving. Another man thought had she had not enough motivation and hit her rump with a cane. It came out of nowhere and Boo winces forward. This finally moved the cart. She trotted behind the man holding the leash, with no idea what was in the cart or where they were headed. She was only a little nervous, unable to spot Robert, which likely meant he had loaned her out to someone else. And most of the time, those men were rougher with borrowed ponies than with their own.

The group walked until noon, already leaving the tribe far behind. Boo is covered in sweat and her legs feel heavy. They had already walked for more than three hours with no breaks, on an uneven path through the forest. Allowing the ponies a break, the men untie the bit gags and infuse some water into the panting ponies. After each pony is hydrated again the bit gag is returned and they must walk and pull again. Some man must have helped by the initial push, as the cart moved quite easy this time. They soon leave the forest and are walking on an array that is only covered by a few bushes and hip high plants. The sun starts to burn on the naked skin increasing the girls sweat even more. The plants are tickling and itching on her uncovered area between boots and hips. Due to the more even path the men try to increase the speed resulting in even more panting.  Through this on the other hand follows a constant stream of drool that flows out of the ponies’ mouth onto her breast and torso. With no idea how long, they will trot in this pace, Boo has no chance to grade her energy, all she can do is to take one step after another and after every step she just wants to fall to her knees and give up. Only the fear from the consequences, the pain and the humiliation drive her.

This is the pony space as Boo calls it. She can now only focus on the next step and then on the next step. The pain that dominates her whole body, her legs that got incredible heavy, her bouncing breast, her burning lung or her sunburnt skin is exiled deep into her subconscious mind. Nothing matters for her, only to take another breath and take another step.

Finally, after exhausting hours, they reached a strip of woodland. In the shadow of the trees, the men and beasts can rest. Therefor the girls are freed from the cart and are all brought under one big tree. Their blinkers are closed, and they are allowed to kneel. The bit gags are again removed, and the ponies are watered. Moreover, they get some chunky pieces of vegetables to chew. After that, the girls are left alone to rest and regain some strength back.

As soon as Boo kneeled, the whole pain sweeps onto her. She feels miserable and exhausted. Moreover, Boo is experienced enough to know that she is not done for today. She knows that it is only in the afternoons, and they will likely continue their journey until sundown. The only chance she has is to focus to regain any energy and be ready for another run. The men will probably not scamper as they just did. Therefore, she chews on her carrot and starts to daydream.

 Soon after she was yanked upwards on her hooves, a man touches her bum and whispers something to her. Boo couldn’t really comprehend the said words and just opens her mouth for the piece of wood. Docile as she is she does not fight it when she is connected back to the cart. Also in her first season, she learned that there is no point in fighting back. It will only and always end in pain. A pain that is way worse than to be treated like an animal. And sometimes, for the worst behaved fillies try something else to make them more docile. Boo knows one girl, that couldn’t behave, regardless how many hits with the cane it got, until the owner had enough. The poor girl was blinded and know works all the time at the tribes well, walking circles for the rest of her life.

Boo’s last joy is to see the nature and landscape when puling the cart and if she would ever lose this, she would probably break. Therefore, she will be a good pony.

The way continues through the forest. The sun starts to set, and it gets a little chilly, especially in the shadows of the trees. The forest soil is soft, and her hooves dig into it. Moreover, the cartwheels cut deep into it. It takes a lot of effort for the girls to move the cart, luckily the men sometimes help the girls by pushing the cart a little to prevent the cart to be stuck. With the slow speed the group does not manage to cover a lot of ground, but they must take a break because the girls are completely exhausted, and the light is gone completely.

Boo senses, that the men are sour, they would have loved to cross the forest today and not camp inside of it. She also senses, that the men probably take out their frustration onto the girls. Despite the girls are no female but mere beasts, men will be men. After a long travel most, men want to take care of their needs. The girls are probably the worst target for that, because their pussies are sealed with the piercings and the asshole is an unhygienical mess. The only real option is the mouth. This tends to be a problem as well, because the girls could bite down or worse throw up and make a mess. Therefore, most men just stick on doing it themselves and molest the girl’s breasts and asses to cum. Maybe even glaze the body or face with their semen for their own personal fun.

Boo on the other hand has no problem in offering her mouth. First, she knows that it makes the men happy and moreover, they will treat her better. Secondly, she believes that the seed is nutritious and helps her recover more strength. Whenever she is coated with seed, this part off her body get target the most with insects.

Therefore, after the men prepared the camp for the night, watered the ponies and tied them to a tree, she feels a man molest her breast and opens docile as she is her mouth as an invitation. The man takes the invitation more than happy and fucks her face. He presses her head deep into his crotch, showing no mercy. Boo has trouble catching her breath, moreover she must focus to not throw up, because that would drop her favors. The man finished quickly and came deep inside her. He was replaced immediately by another man who also wanted to take a turn.

 This went on for about half an hour, leaving Boo completely exhausted and glazed by seed. She was not able to catch everything with her mouth and a lot landed on her face and then dropped onto her boobs. The seed was mixed with salvia and snot. All in all, she was one big mess, and nobody cleaned her or even cared about her. That’s the deal, at least she got some snacks in form of seed, helping her to recover during the night.

Boo lays down trying to find some kind of comfortable position to sleep in and closes her eyes, not that it would make any difference with the leather hood still on her head. Before she drifts away into the blessed sleep, she can sense the bugs landing on her and drinking the seed, probably also biting and stinging her. Knowing that she will have some new parts of her body that itch and tickle and again she has no chance of relieving it.

To be continued…