BH Stables, Part 2
Tyrone slept well enough considering he was on a hard floor, chained to a wall, trussed up like an oven ready chicken and wearing his awful new footwear. When the buzzer rang out the next morning it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. “I must have dreamt all that” he thought momentarily however having your hands locked up your back provided a quick reality check. He was still in a daze when Brigitte stormed into his stall and before he could move, she lashed him with her whip four or five times.
“I will not tolerate your insolence Poppy, you lazy mare. ” she screamed at him.
“When the buzzer sounds you get to your feet immediately, if it happens again there will be consequences.”
“Consequences?” thought Tyrone, as if being lashed with a whip isn’t a consequence, That was the first time she appeared to lose her cool, however he knew in reality she hadn’t, it was just a little act she put on to deliver more punch with her message.
He did his best to stand up but wasn’t used to making this maneuver tied up as he was. “What a fucking crazy bitch” he wanted to say for the umpteenth time but wisely remained silent. In less than a minute she had him outside his stall and locked in the foot stocks. Now she had a full half dozen fillies and she must have enjoyed the sight of them all lined up in a uniform row, huge black guys, matching chastity tubes hanging down and waiting patiently to comply with whatever she decided to do next.
She removed their chastity devices, inserted the Prince Alberts and attached the little bells. Now she could admire a slightly different view, six long cocks all stamped with her initials like her own little corporate slave gang.
Still recovering from his whipping, Tyrone only now began to notice what she was wearing. It was a complete change from yesterday. She wore a sexy red spaghetti strap dress like something you might wear to a party. It was backless and reached not very far down her legs. She wore black platform shoes with a small heel perhaps giving her an extra inch or two. Again, she wore no bra with her large mounds protruding at the sides, swinging and bouncing about as she moved. This was distracting to say the least, something no red blooded male could ignore and he was sure the other ponies would have felt the same. She knows exactly what she’s doing Tyrone thought, dressing like that she was reminding them of what they were missing in the outside world. The prize was so near but so far away. It also put on full display her femininity and creating a conflict in her captives’ minds between her obvious physical inferiority and their present reality.
Men are usually very horny in the morning and these ponies were no exception. She slowly walked along as if inspecting them, but Tyrone suspected she was trying to see how many she could arouse with just her physical presence. He had no doubt if they could somehow get free, she would be gang raped multiple times. She proceeded in an unhurried fashion like she had all the time in the world. She didn’t touch any of their genitalia but stopped to inspect their bellybutton jewelry or twist a nipple bar. She would pick a piece of straw off one of them or feel how much hair was growing on someone’s face or chest or reach round to squeeze an ass cheek. After several minutes when all the ponies were nursing an erection, Tyrone guessed she was very pleased with herself, but you wouldn’t have known it from her expression.
“How dare you filthy animals leer at me for your disgusting perverted gratification.” She yelled at them, as she stood back a few feet. “I am not a piece of eye-candy to help you get off, nor am I piece of white meat you can fantasize about fucking.” She came closer and slapped several of their appendages as she delivered her monologue. “I am not a commodity to satisfy your sexual desires. This is why you are here, because you choose to objectify females. This is dehumanizing for women and I will not tolerate it. You need to learn to treat women with dignity and respect and if you can’t I will soon teach you.”
Of course, Tyrone didn’t believe a word of that, but he was willing his erection to subside all the same. If she really wanted not to be seen as a sex object, why was she dressing like one. He suspected she was using this whole rape vendetta line as a cover for her megalomania, her hatred of black men and a sadistic enjoyment of inflicting misery on them. She must particularly enjoy the total power she wields over them he thought. There isn’t a prison in the world where you don’t have the freedom to remove your footwear not to mention some of her other outrageous practices. Every time he had thoughts like this he could feel his blood pressure rise and he reminded himself he had to stay in control and not allow her to get the better of him, but it was easier said than done.
The morning began to follow a similar pattern to the previous day. Today it was Duchess’s turn to be ‘groomed’. The other ponies were set to exercising including Tyrone.
“Poppy, you will be following a different program from the other ladies during your induction. However soon you will be a fully trained up member of our team.” She explained as if she were talking to someone on their first day in a job.
Despite this he also had to attempt the exercises. However, his dumbbells appeared less than half the weight of the others. He wondered if his performance would be measured and if he would be punished if she wasn’t happy with his efforts. “She’s such a fucking nut job she’s capable of anything,” he thought. It was hard to focus on the prerecorded workout instructions against the backdrop of Duchess’s screams while he was being waxed. He could see Brigitte working on his big balls which probably produced the loudest yelp. And just like the punishment she had just meted out, Brigitte didn’t appear to mind the screams, in fact Tyrone was convinced she enjoyed them. Meanwhile he found himself really struggling with his workout after just a few minutes. “I’m never going to be able to keep this up for half an hour” he thought. He hadn’t been to the gym for a while and was in nowhere near the same shape as these other ponies, however he didn’t want to feel Brigitte’s whip again and he certainly didn’t want to experience the anal trainer after what he witnessed yesterday. For that reason, he pushed himself as hard as he could but knew his performance was poor.
At this point the day before Brigitte had massaged Daisy’s prostate and shared his cum with the other ponies. To everyone’s relief she omitted this step today. Tyrone knew he’d vomit if he was forced to have another man’s cum in his mouth or up his nose and assumed that she didn’t milk them every grooming session as it was probably only necessary to do so every two or three weeks. Maybe he could escape before she did it again.
When the workout was over, he was relieved to discover he was excluded from any punishment at this point. Brigitte merely explained to him that his score was a baseline and if he ever failed to achieve 95% of it in the future, he would be eligible for punishment. He wished he’d known that before he began as he wouldn’t have made so much effort. But it was a dreadfully wicked system she employed he thought, meaning you could never fall much below your previous best and when you were working out you didn’t know how close to it you were until she revealed the results at the end. If you improved on your previous best, this was your new baseline meaning you would have to work even harder in future. If you miss your target you get punished. Heads you lose, tails you lose.
It was bad news again for Queenie and Millie.
"Queenie once again you have not only let yourself down, but more importantly, you have disappointed me again and that is inexcusable." she said in a tone which carried both gravity and the threat of corrective action. "While the other fillies are mostly putting in the required effort you are a blemish on the good name of these stables. I’m clearly not doing my job properly or this wouldn’t keep happening." she continued. "Your score is a pathetic 92% and I can only guess that either you enjoyed last night’s punishment so much you want more, or you are trying to make a fool of me.”
As she spoke Queenie literally let go a stream of piss such was his fear of the anal trainer. Surely, he had done his very best but for whatever reason he wasn’t able to meet the levels he had previously. Judging by the amount of physical exertion he had made; it wasn’t for the want of trying. Tyrone thought he detected a smirk on her face when Queenie lost control of his bladder, enjoying her total control and the fear she instilled in her ‘animals’.
“As for you Millie,” she said approaching him, “you may have the biggest cock in the room but clearly not the biggest muscles.” As she spoke, she twisted his shaft and he winced. “I’m sure you think that cock entitles you to special treatment but as you’re going to find out, it doesn’t. The only thing that impresses me is complete obedience and fillies who give me one hundred percent. During tomorrow’s dumbbell session, focus on obeying my commands rather than thinking about fucking me because that is a big part of your problem. Maybe it would help you perform better if you were gelded?”
She left a long pause while those words sunk in. By now the ponies believed she was capable of anything after the things she had done. Her every move was causing panic for the two to be disciplined so when she disappeared from the barn their anxiety levels reached new heights. They were probably relieved when she returned with a small leather strap. It was about a foot long and two inches wide, reasonably thick and looked to be cut from a man’s waist belt.
She went to Queenie first. She supported his penis with her left hand, cupping his shaft holding it horizontal. Then, using the strap, she came down as hard as she could manage leaving him screaming in agony. Tyrone wondered how strong his bonds were as he thrashed about trying to endure the pain.
“Only nine more to go” Brigitte said calmly. The next one came down on the mushroom head of his penis. Soon it would turn blue as well as purple. Each stroke was greeted with an agonizing scream and each time she drew out the punishment pausing for longer periods as Queenie anticipated the next one. “Good girl Queenie, you’re doing well but you know you’ve brought this entirely upon yourself.” she offered as if it was any consolation. Her demeanor was relaxed and chirpy contrasting sharply with Queenie’s heightened state of anxiety. As the punishment progressed Queenie tried to jump and pull back from his position but it was hopeless. The top of his cock across the BH tattoo was now red, swollen and on fire with pain which permeated through him with a terrible intensity. His appendage felt like it didn’t belong to him but that it was something burning into him. After what seemed an eternity, she had delivered the last of the ten strokes. She gave his cock a long squeeze which caused Queenie to let out a low cry. “Half time” she said ominously as she dropped his rod allowing it to swing gently.
Next it was Millie’s turn. Even flaccid his penis was about 7 inches and offered a bigger target than Queenie’s. Again, she supported it with her left hand. Tyrone noticed her glossy black nail polish on her dainty little fingers, one nail with a different design which is the fashion with women now. The first stroke came down with a vengeance leaving Millie howling. Tyrone admired the amount of restraint it must have taken to not swear or say anything for that matter. “I don’t expect you to be able to take it like a man” she began “because you’re not one, you’re just a useless big bitch horse.” The next stroke hit the tip of his cock just above his Prince Albert, leaving him shaking and sobbing. He wailed for a long time as tears ran down his face. “That’s a girl, take it” she called out just before the next stroke was delivered. She never missed an opportunity to insert a female gender reference Tyrone noted. While he took no pleasure in watching the ponies being punished, he tried to blank it out by watching Brigitte’s tits jiggle about as she went about her business. He noticed how the flesh would rise up as she lifted her arm and then appeared bounce twice as she completed each strike. He could see the outline of her nipple pushing against the fabric of her dress. There aren’t many pleasures to be had in this place, so he was going to take them where he found them. Eventually Millie’s ten strokes were completed but he knew that Brigitte was not finished.
She returned to Queenie who was still shaking from his previous beating and, producing a short chain link, she lifted his cock so it was upright and connected his Prince Albert to his bellybutton piercing. In this way his cock was held in place displaying the underside and fully exposing his balls. Queenie feared the worst as did Millie. She then moved across and pinned up Millie’s cock in the same fashion, so he was in no doubt whatever was coming to Queenie was also coming to him too. Tyrone couldn’t believe she didn’t think what she had already done wasn’t enough. The two ponies where clearly in a lot of distress trying to recover from their first beating and were in no condition to take another. However, he had no say in this, the only person who mattered was Brigitte and nothing was going to stop her it seemed.
“If you think a little cock whipping is adequate atonement for your pathetic performance earlier then you’re mistaken.” She said in a low controlled voice. As she spoke, she cupped Millie’s big balls and squeezed them, and looking up at them all standing there she delivered a warning. “I will not be taken for a fool by any of you and the sooner you understand this the better. You need to show your commitment to me to make amends for your crimes every single minute of every day, not just when it suits you” she stated as authoritatively as she could and gave Millie’s nuts a final yank before releasing them.
She returned to Queenie and began with the next part of the punishment. With his cock tied up like this she had much greater leverage to swing her arm as her left hand was now free. This time, the screams of pain were deafening, and they just seemed to encourage her to hit harder with her next stroke. It was obvious Queenie was reacting to the blows like he was trying to double over but of course his restraints prevented this from happening. All the while she punctuated the punishment with faux benevolence. “Good girl, you’re doing really well, you know I take no pleasure in disciplining you”. The other ponies looked on in horror, terrified by this latest beating because they knew very well, they might be on the receiving end next time. Millie’s punishment followed a similar vein and by the end there was even some visible perspiration visible on Brigitte’s face however she exuded authority and control.
She gently massaged some oil on their punished genitalia before unhooking their cocks. Little good that will do Tyrone thought, maybe you shouldn’t have hit them so hard he wanted to say. They were both bruised and swollen and almost certainly this would look even worse in a few hours’ time. As she carried out her ministrations, they both whimpered and she made soothing comments almost as though she was nothing to do with it. “Good girl, you took those really well, but the important thing is you try to learn from it, none of us enjoy this”. Almost none of us Tyrone thought.
Just like the day before the same five ponies were led outside after Brigitte had completed all the same preparations. The only difference was she sprayed them with cheap perfume and applied a different color of eyeliner, this time it was bright yellow with glitter, but they still looked like very unconvincing transsexual hookers. Tyrone was left inside for his so-called induction. He wondered how long it would last for because bad as things had been for him in the barn, he dreaded whatever was waiting for him outside even more.
When she came back, she returned him to the table he was tattooed on the day before to continue work on his stocking top. On his way over he listened to the gentle ringing of the bell she had attached to his Prince Albert. “You’re so pretty, but you’re going to be even cuter.” she teased him. Soon she began the tattooing again. He had no way of looking at what she was doing and unless things changed, he’d probably never see it with his own eyes. However, Brigitte gave a running commentary on how sexy, feminine, classy etcetera it was. She spoke about how ‘boys’ would be so attracted to me I’d have to get a chaperone when he went out.’ After about an hour she decided it was time to practice walking in his horseshoes again.
Walking practice involved parading around a loop inside the barn. His path was guided by a chain from an overhead rail attached to the back of his collar. In fact, it was more like marching because she insisted, he raise his knees to their full extent with ever step, “the way fillies move” she explained to him. “Otherwise it’s a fault” she continued. This wasn’t just a random exercise, Brigitte was able to show Tyrone that some device located in both his anal trainer and in the soles of his boots could record speed, distance and posture. Failure to raise his feet adequately was recorded as an error. When a fault occurred a little jolt from the anal trainer let him know. “The software uses the trainer to keep you walking properly, however that is simply a reminder, not a punishment. When you receive a punishment, you will know about it. These things will all become clear as we proceed” she explained.
“Now off you go she commanded, don’t let me down.” She slapped his ass as he set off walking around the barn in circles. After a minute the system sped from a walk to a trot. He tried to get into his stride meeting the demands of speed and gait, but he struggled to raise his knees as required. The sound of his shoes rang out as he clip-clopped along but his anal trainer constantly reminded him he was doing something wrong. Moving in these ridiculous shoes was almost impossible, especially having to raise them so high on each stride. Doing anything with a huge intruder in your ass was becoming more problematic also. It was easy to adjust to and even ignore it when you are stationary but involved in this kind of vigorous exercise it seemed to consume you and of course the constant reminders it shot inside him meant it was impossible to disregard. In no time at all he was exhausted and aching. Brigitte had disappeared somewhere, but he was constantly worried about her assessment of his efforts. “Two days ago, I was just living my life, now look at me” he thought dejectedly.
At one point on his circuit he was able to catch his reflection for a second in a glass partition in the barn. How utterly absurd he looked he thought as he glimpsed the creature that he didn’t recognize as himself. The ridiculous pink hair for one. His cock was swinging about in the most unruly fashion with the sound of his bell adornment drowned out by the clatter of his feet and his panting breath. The exaggerated galloping gait looked so alien to him, preposterous of course but he knew if he were watching rather than experiencing it, he would find it mesmerizing. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep this up much longer” he thought. He’d only been going for about ten minutes. He wondered if it would be possible to stop. At that point Brigitte reappeared in the barn with Princess and Rocky the Great Dane. She had them both on a leash in either hand. Princess had been tarted up with makeup and looked every bit the whore. He was the only 'animal' allowed to retain a full head of hair. However like the others it was dyed bright pink, had been straightened and was tied in a ponytail reaching about 8 inches down his back. The very sight of Brigitte motivated Tyrone so he was able to put the thought of stopping out of his head. It was only at this point he was able to admit to himself how terrified he was of her. Looking up at the screen she clearly wasn’t impressed with his efforts. “Not good enough Poppy” she yelled. As she spoke, she gathered both dog leashes into her left hand allowing her to lash Poppy with her whip. “Lift those hoofs!” she bellowed as the tip of the whip connected with his buttocks making a loud cracking sound. She stood in the same spot and punished him the next time he passed also. Tyrone knew by her standards this was no more than a tickle, but it was the look on her face and the tone of her voice that worried him the most.
As he went around, he was aware that Princess was getting fucked by Rocky the Great Dane. The chastity device was gone but unlike the ponies, Princess’s cock was almost minuscule and balls so small they were barely visible. “How could you rape anyone with that equipment” Tyrone wondered. It was hairless and his face was a lot more feminine than the others he noted. His shriveled appendage showed no signs of getting hard but a little thread of precum appeared to hang from it. This dog was huge even though he couldn’t see his cock he could certainly hear Princess’s shrieks. What was different this time was the amount of attention Brigitte was paying to Princess. Previously she had completely ignored him while he was being defiled by the hounds, but now she had positioned herself within inches of his face. Mercifully at that point the running machine stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was just a break or if was finished for the day, but he welcomed it anyway.
Tyrone had stopped just a few feet from where she and Princess were. As he got his breath back, he could see Brigitte holding up Princess’s chin with one hand and brushing his hair and face with the other. He noticed what looked like a heavy metal collar around Princess's neck. As his ass needed to be free to make him available to service the dogs he wondered if this was another kind of control collar, a substitute for the anal trainer. While she was doing this the big dog was just getting into his rhythm. “Eyes up" she said delivering a stinging slap on his left cheek. Princess looked up and into Brigitte’s big blue eyes. “He’s really giving you a proper fucking” she observed smiling. “Some girls would give their eyeteeth for that; I hope you appreciate it. I've been watching him and I think Rocky is really into you.” she said, holding his gaze. “You’re probably his favorite bitch, and I know he loves to make love to you.” She was talking to him like she was having a glass of wine with one of her girlfriends. All the while Rocky was frantically breeding him and he groaned with each thrust while maintaining eye contact with her. “How does it feel to have him so deep inside you, is it special?” she asked him. Having to look directly into her eyes while undergoing this humiliation must have been particularly difficult, Tyrone thought. Princess was having to accommodate this huge dog in his anus while Brigitte patronized him but nodded his head in the affirmative knowing no other answer would be acceptable. "Have you ever had a bigger cock inside you?” She inquired. Again, Princess knew how to respond shaking his head. "I'm so jealous" she giggled. "I bet you’re super grateful to me for hooking you two up" to which again Princess nodded "but there's no need to thank me" she added. “However, if you don't mind, I want to give you some advice" she said, her tone becoming more serious. "I know you like to have a few studs on the go but you can’t go on like that” she counseled. “You’re going to get a reputation; I think people have already started talking about you”. Now she cupped his whole face in both her hands and looked straight into his eyes. "It’s so wonderful for you to allow me to share such an intimate moment with you, I feel privileged.” She revealed in a less than believable tone as the dog continued to pound him. “I can see how happy you two are together, but I hope you don’t mind me offering you a little relationship guidance” she continued. “I’m worried that Rocky may end up getting bored with you unless you make a bit more effort. Sure, he’s crazy for you now but that will wear off unless you start to work at it. I never see you making much effort with foreplay and that’s a girl’s job” she added. “And look at you now, you’re just allowing Rocky to do all the work, as usual.” As she spoke tears were falling down Princess’s face leaving mascara tracks. The sounds of the dog panting were getting louder and louder as he dribbled over Princess’s back. He wanted to put a brave face on it and show Brigitte he was unaffected but he was unable to suppress his groaning and whimpering as the assault progressed. “Tears of joy” Brigitte concluded wiping one away and placing her finger in his mouth for him to clean. “Let’s see you gyrate those hips a little honey, try to make your guy happy.” Although couched as a friendly chat of course it was an instruction and Princess knew he had no choice in the matter. With that he moved his ass around halfheartedly in a circular motion. “That’s a good start honey but try a little harder.” Princess tried to please his mistress moving his hips about pulling forward and pushing back, forcing Rocky’s penis deep insider him. “That’s better but push back more, really take him deep inside you, that’s what guys love the most. Keep it up and make sure you match his rhythm and always let him know that you're his bitch and he owns your ass.” Princess began twerking his ass in and out, up and down and around following her instructions. Tears continued to run down his face however Brigitte was unaffected. It was unclear if she’d brought it forward but about five minutes after starting these gyrations Rocky shot his jizz deep inside Princess and the fucking slowly subsided. Brigitte looked ecstatic. “That’s it my little bitch!” she shouted. “He loved all that, I bet he’ll want to fuck you again in no time!” Princess tried to fake a smile. “You have the potential to be more than a great cum dump for him, we just need to keep working at it, girl” she said as she reached back patting Rocky’s head as he continued slobbering all over Princess’s back. She scooped up some of the dog's saliva and offered it to Princess to lick from her hand. His face was a picture of disgust however he didn't hesitate to lap from the palm of her hand and then suck her fingers clean. "It's gross how much you like that stuff" she said laughing then scooping up even more to feed him. "I’m going to keep an eye on you two and perhaps if you can stop behaving like a slut with the other dogs you could have something special going on here. You never know what the future might bring, how does Mrs Princess Rocky sound to you? It’s sooo thrilling, I love romance!” she said excitedly. “Now try to enjoy these wonderful post coital moments with Rocky. Remember you’re his bitch so your only job is to make him happy.” With that Brigitte got up and left leaving Princess skewered on Rocky’s member wanting to die.
Tyrone was relieved to be disconnected from the overhead chain. As she had done before she led him by his shaft to their next destination. She moved at quite a pace and he struggled to keep up as she had hobbled his ankles with a short chain. It reminded him of how it must be for women wearing very tight long skirts. She wheeled out a piece of furniture from a storage area and unfolded it. It looked like something a gynecologist might use. Probably sensing his anxiety, she announced proudly “Don’t worry, I’m a qualified vet as well as a talented tattoo artist”. If anything was going to induce fear it was that statement. As it turned out this was Tyrone’s circumcision operation, she’d hinted at earlier. She had him secured in the chair in no time with his arms still behind his back. It was extremely uncomfortable for him but that didn’t appear to bother Brigitte at all. The bottom half of the table allowed his legs to be placed in separate holders where she secured them wide apart giving her easy access to his genitals. Tyrone wasn’t used to having his legs in this position and for what she was about to do it probably wasn’t necessary, but like a lot of things she did, the only reason for doing it was to inflict more pain or discomfort. “Who does this bitch think she is” Tyrone thought again. “How dare she just take it upon herself to operate on me because she didn’t like how my cock looks. It’s my cock and I like how it is.” He quietly fumed. This was his body, and no one had the right to do what she was about to. He hated the feeling of anger and impotence combined. At the same time his options to stop her were zero. He was afraid to talk and incapable of physically protecting himself from her. “I cannot wait to see how good this is going to look, and I know if you were allowed to, you’d be thanking me. But it’s not necessary honey” she said. He couldn’t see what she was doing, and he didn’t want to. After, she removed his Prince Albert and numbed his cock with a local anesthetic. He didn’t feel very much after that and within about half an hour she had finished. “Good news!” she declared. “The operation is a success and your shiny helmet will be on full display from now on like all the other girls, I can’t wait to see you all lined up in the morning.” And even better for you, I’m giving you a day to rest and recover, maybe more, we’ll see how you progress.” She stood up and walked to where his head rested. “I have a little treat for you also” she said with a wicked grin. “Open up” she commanded. He didn’t dare resist. She held up what used to be his foreskin and placed it on his tongue. “Taste it, but don’t swallow it” she instructed him. “She is fucking deranged” he thought but did exactly what he was told while she watched intently. He rolled it over in his mouth trying to come to terms with what she was making him do, before presenting his tongue to her again. “Good, I bet it tastes great. Nice girls always swallow so get to it”. With that he allowed it to slide down his throat. He presented his tongue again for her inspection. Satisfied, she collected her surgical equipment and marching off, leaving him secured to the table.
Even after all this time the Great Dane was still inside Princess. It must be a pain in the ass for dogs he thought, you just can’t roll over and go to sleep when you’ve had your way, you have to wait. I bet women would love that shit he thought. Then he began wondering again who had the worst deal, the big ponies or Princess who didn’t appear to be physically challenged, just constantly humiliated. He was beginning to think Princess had it easier, but it was Hobson’s choice. He certainly wouldn’t want to be kneeling on the ground with a huge dog’s cock up his ass but then again, he wasn’t exactly on the beach himself. At that moment the dog yanked hard against him in an effort to separate. It took Princess by surprise and he let out an involuntary “Fuck!”, and by the look on his face if he could have eaten his word then he would have. How the hell will she know if he spoke Tyrone wondered. But somehow, she did because she appeared about a minute later.
She stood with arms crossed shaking her head, produced her phone and played his voice back. It must be that collar he’s wearing, it must alert her if he makes any sounds, Tyrone guessed. Princess wanted to say he didn’t mean to, that it was the shock of the dog pulling his massive knot past his anal muscle but of course he didn’t. He just looked up with pleading eyes. “Have you learned nothing you stupid bitch. When Rocky fucks you, allow him to slide out of you, don’t force it, be patient and enjoy it.” Brigitte said in quite a measured tone. “And to make matters worse, you have used a very dirty word. It is a word that brings to mind what men like to do to women and we know the trouble that can lead to.” Tyrone was sure Princess was wishing he’d used any other word. So far, he hadn’t seen her physically punish him apart from occasionally slapping his face, but wondered if it would happen now. After all, look what happened to Dollie yesterday. But again, she chose not to. She went to a cupboard and returned with what looked like an enema bottle, complete with quite a wide clear plastic pipe and nozzle. It looked like it would hold a pint or even a little more and she filled it to the top with water. Hardly the worst punishment in the world Tyrone thought, as he’d had several times more forced into him this morning and that was just part of the daily ablutions. She had little trouble opening his anus as Rocky had just vacated a moment or so ago. She inflated a little balloon at the end of the nozzle using a rubber hand pump then held up the bottle allowing the contents to empty into him. Tyrone was waiting for her to remove the nozzle, but she didn’t, she just dropped the bottle so it swung between his legs. After about 2 minutes she turned something on the short hose, possibly a valve and slapped his ass as she barked the word “Out!” A murky colored liquid that must have contained quite a lot of dog cum and other unpleasant matter filled the bottle. It was a milky brown color with lots of little floaters. When there was nothing left to come out, she removed the entire apparatus from him. Holding the bottle up the light she declared it was “Lovely” as she removed the lid and popped in a few straws before setting it in front of Princess. “Drink…….. all of it” she said firmly. “When something dirty comes out of your mouth, something dirty will go back in.” Princess stared at it before he could bring himself to imbibe. Eventually he took the straws in his mouth and slowly sucked up the repulsive substance, his cheeks making small involuntary contractions as he twitched his head slightly to the right and back with each sip. Brigitte was standing directly above his head, her feet only inches from his face. If he needed a reminder of his position in relation to her he only needed to look at her perfectly manicured toenails. Tyrone was cursing Princess for taking so long to drink it, knowing very well the longer it took, the more she was getting a kick out of it. After a while Princess had finished but there was still a little residue left over and likely the heavier particles Tyrone guessed. Brigitte got down on her hunkers in front of him, lifted his chin using the side of her index finger. “Eyes up” she commanded him and as he met her gaze, she slapped him viciously across the face. “All of it!” she said sternly, standing up again. Princess returned to his task and moved the straws around every millimeter of the bottom of the bottle not risking what might happen if his mistress was displeased with him again. He wanted to vomit but he suspected she’d make him lick that up too. He did his best to keep it down.
When she was satisfied with Princess’s performance she came back to work on Tyrone’s stocking tattoo for a while before promising him a tour of the outside. “I bet you’re eager to see how your girlfriends put in their day.” She announced excitedly. She was enthusiastic Tyrone reckoned because she’s getting off on this stuff big time. The anesthetic was beginning to wear off and he would have loved to ask for pain relief, but he feared that would just mean a lot more pain.
She eventually got him to his feet and mercifully she had decided he could be excused from wearing his Prince Albert and bell combination. Surely just a temporary measure while he recovered. He wasn’t sure why, but he found the little bell particularly demeaning maybe because it brought attention to his most private parts and it seemed to ring constantly and beyond his control. Every time it chimed, he died a little inside and reminded him of her complete domination of him. He thought it was a very feminine embellishment, women like to be accessorized and adorned, not men, especially not an alpha type like him. But he hoped he would never get used to it because it would indicate some level of acceptance of his situation. She opted not to drag him along by his penis, instead choosing a dog lead, pink of course, attached to his collar. His stocking tattoo was now complete and she circled around him several times admiring her handiwork. “That is sooo hot, and it really compliments your boots. You’re even more fuckable than ever.” She had him walk about while she made wolf whistling sounds. He literally wanted to slay her.
As she led him across the barn his love hate schizophrenia for her kicked in again. He admired how her blond hair tumbled on her shoulders, the unblemished skin on her slender bare back and her ass as she moved in front of him. He could even make out the the side of her breasts when she lifted her arm to drag him. He couldn’t help wanting to screw her. “I’ll fuck her then kill her.” he decided. “No on second thoughts I’ll keep her locked up the way she has me, only I’ll fuck her all the time.” If the escapism helped him cope, it didn’t help him to escape.
In just a few moments she led him though the large heavy sliding barn doors to the outside. He tried to take it all in. He was standing in an area the size of a large football field, completely enclosed. It was surrounded by a high wall, it must have been twenty feet. If there was an exit to the outside world, he couldn’t see it. He had hoped being outside would help him work out where he was but all he could make out was the top of hills in the distance. He could be anywhere. The only sounds he could hear were cicadas and his fellow ponies grunting and panting, hard at work. The other thing he noticed was the heat. It was baking hot.
Millie was closest to them. He was attached to a large metal bar that he was pulling around a fulcrum. He was travelling around in circles taking maybe five minutes to make one rotation. He was joined to it by several short chains attached to a harness around his waist. Tyrone immediately noticed she had him marching in the ridiculous gait she had forced him to earlier. “Wouldn’t it be much more efficient to allow him to move normally” he thought. As Millie approached, the focus and concentration on his face was intense. He was trying to keep his knees moving high. Tyrone was spellbound watching this huge guy, marching like this with his big penis swinging wildly from side to side as he struggled to meet an impossible target set by his evil little mistress. His member was even bigger than usual, still swollen after this morning’s beating. As he got closer Tyrone could hear his little bell chiming violently with an enthusiasm only matched by the effort Millie was making. It wasn’t surprising to see his black skin glisten with perspiration quickly being burnt off by the baking sun. He also noticed what looked like a weighted sash over his shoulder. Tyrone was fairly certain he could never manage an hour of this never mind a day. “Millie’s job is pumping water from an underground spring.” Brigitte helpfully explained. “It’s a long way down but we need it for crop irrigation, it’s essential work” she said. With that she lashed him with her ever present whip. “Put some effort into it you lazy beast.” She yelled. Tyrone was taken back by this. How could she think he isn’t making any effort he wondered, is she blind? “She has a target of 18000 gallons per day and she is behind.” She said by way of explanation.
Brigitte pulled him along again where Dollie was engaged in a very similar operation. “She’s generating electricity” Brigitte explained. “It’s for the air conditioning and general running of the farm. It definitely saves me a few dollars.” All this to save a few dollars Tyrone thought. Whatever way it was geared it looked like it was just as difficult as the water pump. Brigitte explained that Dollie also had to meet a target of 12kwh per day. Tyrone had no idea how much that was, but it must have been a lot.
Daisy and Queenie were similarly employed pushing huge levers round in circles, however Tyrone couldn’t make out if it was water or electricity. Although he had been terrified of what was out here it was the banality of these devices that forced the ponies into making such an effort and the monotony of their existence that turned out to be most frightening. The only thing they were concerned about was pushing themselves to their limits to meet Brigitte’s targets.
Just as he was wondering where Duchess was, he found out. He was dragging a small carriage around a track that seemed to run tight to the edge of enclosure. It wasn’t a standard train track but rather the countersunk type you see at railway crossings. Brigitte chose not to reveal anything about it but suffice to say Duchess was struggling just like the other ponies.
“Now as you’re here you might as well find out how the system works because you’ll need to know.” Brigitte began. “All the ponies only have to complete eight hours work per day. They get a half day on Sundays. They have a five-minute liquid break every hour and 15 minutes for lunch at 1pm. So, in theory they could be finished by about 5 pm and then they would have the rest of the evening to enjoy in their stalls.” She continued. “However, without certain incentives they wouldn’t do enough work. All the fillies must do penance time even those who have met their targets if even one other pony fails. It is important that every filly is back inside by 7:30 pm so I only use the anal trainer as a last resort for a filly who has not met their daily target or penance time target. I will soon be announcing further incentives that will be fairer and will improve performances even more.” Tyrone had only been here one full day, and no one came back in at 5 pm, he was pretty sure. From what he’d seen of Brigitte he suspected this was just another way to torture them mentally as well as physically.
“My approach helps encourages teamwork and mutual respect among my animals. More importantly it fosters a feeling of achievement and a sense of community that they are all in this together. Because I am the person enforcing these rules there is a huge amount of deference and respect toward me and I detect a massive change in attitude from when they began this program. You will enjoy this transformation too. Being closely supervised and disciplined by a white female is helping them to reverse some of their cultural ideas about the power relationship between the two. As they do their best to please me, they are developing the same relationship that a dog has to it’s owner. Unquestioned obedience and a desire to please me are the most important things in their lives. That is why I have had you all marked as my property with tattoos; it will help you move psychologically to an animal mindset of dependence and reverence for me from which you may one day be able to promoted from animals back to people, however I suspect it will take a lot of work on my part to achieve this, but it was important work so I am happy to make the sacrifice for you.”
“I am also trying to help you all with your perverted attitudes to sexual relationships” she continued. “You have all been predators in the past and it is essential that you feel the vulnerability a helpless woman feels to develop empathy with women and therefore change your attitudes making it safe for you to be around females again.” She said. “One way to achieve this is by allowing you to live as female animals to help you understand what it is to be a woman.” She explained. "When you have completed your treatment you will have much greater empathy for the vulnerability of females who are the prey of men and at the very least it will help you develop an insight of the effect of your previous behavior on the fairer sex".
Tyrone was completely flabbergasted by this long-winded justification dressing up her sadism as some kind of service to society. She certainly wasn’t feeling respect, deference or admiration from the ponies, it was just plain fear. However, he had to admit that even after a very short time under her control there he was feeling the need to please her, was anxious about her very presence and her evaluation of the tasks she had set him and he was worried where this would lead him. Would he end up like a little puppy dog over a longer period of time he wondered as she predicted, who’s only raison d'être was to please her. He was determined to fight that.
“You may have noticed the weights the ladies carry with them. These match their victims. So lucky for you, the girl you raped was only 90 pounds therefore that is all you will have to carry, and you only do so when you’re working. It’s just a little reminder of why you’re here and you’ll soon get used to it.” Tyrone was about 300 pounds, so he was going to have to carry almost a third of his weight all day as well as the strenuous work. “This bitch is going to kill me.” he thought.
As she was finishing her overview a buzzer sounded indicating a drink break for the ponies. They were standing closest to Daisy. She came to a halt at a post. Brigitte pulled Tyrone around so he could see how the drink was delivered. There was a huge white latex dildo hanging down from the post at head height. It was long, thick with a big mushroom gland at the top. Before Daisy could get to it Tyrone could see the lipstick marks that had been left at various points along its length. Most of the marks were at the base, near the ball sack. “Very little comes out unless you engage properly with it” Brigitte explained. He watched as an exhausted and thirsty Daisy eagerly approached the large phallus. In no time he had swallowed the entire length to the hilt. Nothing was ever straightforward with this insane woman Tyrone thought. He wondered if she was making some kind of statement having them swallow a white cock rather than a black one. He’d probably never know but it did occur to him the lipstick marks would only be visible on a light-colored dildo. As Daisy consumed whatever was coming out of this strangest of taps, Tyrone wondered how you could swallow without choking. Clearly, a skill you needed to learn. He watched Daisy’s throat muscles appeared to be extended by the phallus and was working hard to take in as much as he could. It was literally half way down his throat. Only when the buzzer rang out again did he withdrew slowly, collecting every drop. Saliva and spit hung from the white latex as Daisy quickly got back to work, picking up speed as he gamboled away from where they were.
Brigitte moved to the phallus using both hands to demonstrate the mechanism. “There needs to be pressure here against the glands, so it needs to be fully in your throat” she explained pushing against the head of the phallus with her finger tips. “Along the top there are photosensitive light cells. The more of them you can hide, the greater the reward.” She continued as she covered each of three cells at different points while pressing the head. The amount of liquid delivered went from a dribble to a steady stream as she concealed the final photocell. “Have a go.” She ordered him. The very thought of it was disgusting to him. It was still covered in another guys saliva and lipstick not to mention it looked like a huge cock. Never in his life had he ever even thought about another guy’s cock never mind putting something like that in his mouth. But she wasn’t asking him, he had no choice. He tried to remind himself it was simply a piece of plastic and did his best to put out of his mind what it represented. Before he could begin, she produced a bright red lipstick tube and applied a thick coating to his lips. As it hung there, he bent a little to take the head in his mouth and then straightened it up. The phallus was now horizontal, and he tried to force it into his mouth as far as he could. Things in your mouth always feel bigger than they actually are, and this was no exception. This was huge but it felt enormous. It soon reached the back of his throat, but he guessed he was only far enough along to cover the first photocell. A small amount of liquid trickled out but was enough to set him off on a coughing fit and he had to pull out quickly spluttering and hacking as he did. “You’ll definitely need to work on your technique.” She said, sounding less than impressed. “Look at how far you got.” she said pointing at the lipstick ring he had left. It was only halfway down, about 5 inches. “You really need to get it down your throat and suppress your gag reflex. I’m sure you have insisted on having plenty of poor girls deep throat your big cock in the past, so if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for you.” She said glibly. How the hell does she know so much about me Tyrone wondered. Only last week he had forced a girl to swallow the entire length of his shaft and had cum down her throat as he had face fucked her. She had coughed for ages afterwards he recalled but at the time but didn’t even stop to think whether she enjoyed it or not. Isn’t that just what girls do he had assumed. In any case, at the time, that’s how he rolled and as far as he was concerned, bitches could like it or lump it, he had no shortage of offers.
He quickly returned to the present as she yanked his lead causing him to stumble forwards. She soon led him to the center of the enclosure where there was something he didn’t expect to see. It was an area enclosed with a picket fence covered in decking timber with a centerpiece of a party jacuzzi pool. A sign hanging from the gate read “No Animals”. Brigitte tied his lead to a post there and made her way to a sun lounger. She stood with her back to him as he watched her slip out of her dress and shoes. She was naked bar a lace thong which she also removed and replaced with skimpy bikini bottoms. He didn’t get to see her pussy but at least it was a consolation looking at her perfect little ass. This was the first time he’d seen it uncovered. He was hoping she would turn around because he couldn’t wait to see her tits. She must have read his mind, as she gathered up her things, she made her way to him. They were full and firm, perfectly symmetrical like two beautifully formed large pears hanging there, ripe and fleshy. Her nipples were on the small side, rose-red and perky. Everything a guy could ask for he thought. She wasn’t at all bashful. She likely thought of Tyrone as an animal and you wouldn’t think twice about your cat seeing you naked. Without her heeled shoes she was even smaller than before. “Open” she commanded as she reached up and pushed her red lace panties into his mouth. “Don’t get them wet” she instructed him. Next, she hooked the metal part of a coat hanger over his bottom teeth from which she hung her dress and finally she had him bite down on the straps of her sandals as they hung from his face. The dress reached just above his cock which was now twitching. There was still blood from his operation earlier and having an erection perhaps wasn’t ideal for recovery. She could easily have directed him not to look toward the pool or pointed him so he couldn’t, however she didn’t. She was happy to have him ogle her apparently. He stood there feeling foolish with parts of her wardrobe hanging from him like he was a hat stand. She tied up her hair as she walked away from him and lowered herself into the jacuzzi where she remained for at least an hour, occasionally reading a book, and talking on her phone. Meanwhile Tyrone was finding it almost impossible to keep her panties dry in his mouth and he wondered how serious she was about it or if she had any idea how difficult it was to manage. The coat hanger was easy to cope with and he enjoyed the feeling of the silk garment as it occasionally brushed against his skin and the light fragrance of her perfume as it wafted up. Her sandals were not heavy either, but he couldn’t afford to let the strap slip, or they could easily fall and who knows what the penalty would be. Meanwhile he became more aware of the other ponies. The sounds of their grunts as they worked in the unforgiving sun combined with the creaking of the different mechanisms and the ever-constant click clack of the rail carriage as it made its way around the enclosure. The contrast with Brigitte relaxing topless in her pool with the inhuman treatment she inflicted on her victims sickened him, but he knew he couldn’t dwell on it too much or he might say or do something he’d regret. Instead he just focused on the task at hand, feeling slightly ridiculous standing leashed to a post in his pink boots trying to keep her panties dry. It did occur to him that he normally liked to get panties wet, he wondered if Brigitte was trying to send him a message.
It was late in the afternoon before she emerged. She took a phone call as she approached Tyrone, it appeared to be from a friend. “Yes, I’ve given up on men for the moment cus I never have any luck with them, but you know I always had a soft spot for the right lady” he heard her say. Then there was giggling and probably some innuendo about this revelation. “Hang on Jackie, I’m going to put you on hold for a few seconds.” She said as she released her shoes from Tyrone’s mouth then fished out her panties. She must have been happy enough with how dry they were as she didn’t comment or maybe he had been saved by the phone call. She pulled her dress over her head and switched out of her swimming gear into her panties. “Hi, I’m back” she announced, slipping into her shoes. “Oh yes she’s called Poppy” Brigitte answered. “She’s black and has really nice smooth skin.” She said as she fondled his abdominals nonchalantly. She continued replying to her friend’s inquisition. “No, we’re taking it slow, but you know how I love a big clit, hers is huge!” followed by more giggling. As she spoke, she dropped her hand to his cock. “She’s even got it pierced; you know I’m a sucker for that. She’s got her tongue and tits done too and you should see her stocking tattoo.” The conversation progressed, “No, she’s not butch at all in fact she’s really quite feminine. She loves to dress in pink and she’s quite submissive and doesn’t talk over me like most guys do. She’s stunning in her boots but between you and me I think she likes cock as well.” She said squeezing his ass. Tyrone was disgusted by this latest verbal humiliation. She was talking about him like he was some bitch. And like a thousand other times today he choose to bite his tongue.
She continued on her call as she dragged Tyrone back past the working ponies oblivious to their exertions, to the entrance of the barn where she tied his leash to a post. He was relieved to get out of the heat at last though felt exhausted even though he’d just been standing. How must the others be feeling he wondered? It must have been around 5 pm and the time the ponies were supposed to be allowed to stop working. They were now on a drinking break while Brigitte had disappeared into a little cabin and returned with a piece of paper shaking her head feigning disappointment. This is the bit where she tells the ponies they haven’t performed satisfactorily thought Tyrone. Using a loud hailer, she delivered the bad news. “Well done to all the ponies who have done acceptable work today.” She began. “You can be pleased with your performance so far. Unfortunately, Dollie has let all you ladies down and as you know that means we will all have to pay for that. She has failed to meet her target for the last two hours because she hasn’t been lifting her hoofs properly. I would love to allow you to rest but it simply isn’t possible. We will all do another hour when I will review the situation again. Now, get back to work ladies!” Tyrone felt for the ponies. How could they know how well they were doing, and he suspected even if they were on target Brigitte would tell them they weren’t.
She led him to his stall where she removed his anal trainer and chained him up within less than a foot of the wall and left him there. This gave him no flexibility if he wanted to shit and he’d be forced to do it exactly where he stood. But he had to go, his stomach had been cramping for the past few hours and he was glad of the opportunity. As he began pushing, Brigitte reappeared in his stall observing the beginning of his movement. She must have had an idea he needed to go and timed her entrance to cause him maximum embarrassment. Or possibly she could see him through a peep hole in his stall. Although he had ‘gone’ in his stall the day before it was somehow much worse when you have an audience and he was past the point of no return. “Don’t play shy with me and don’t pretend you’re anything more than an animal” she snapped. He had tried to pause his motion but in reality, had no choice but to continue. He was mortified as she encouraged him, “push it all out.. good girl.. oops that’s gone all over your leg… what a messy filly you are.. ” He shouldn’t have been embarrassed because all of this was Brigitte’s doing, it’s not like he did it on a date with her. But we all needed a degree of privacy however as Tyrone was learning, he didn’t have any. When he was finished the pile collected on the floor below him poisoning the air he was breathing, where it would remain until Brigitte cleaned it out sometime the next day. And standing there unable to clean himself added to his sense of helplessness.
As she locked up his stall again, his mind was searching for options. He could maybe go on a hunger strike or just refuse to do anything and accept the consequences, but he wasn’t sure he could endure the kind of pain Brigitte seemed to enjoy inflicting. Surely someone would notice he was missing and rescue him. There must be some way out of this hell he thought but if only he could think what it was.
The other ponies didn’t return after an hour, she must have extended their punishment again. Eventually they did and he could hear her march them back in and go through their evening procedure of chastity devices and chains. After about 15 minutes she had them all in their stalls locked up. During the first ten minutes he listened to the sounds of flatulence while the ponies took advantage of being allowed to shit. As the creeping darkness enveloped the barn the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat and Daisy breathing in the next stall. Suddenly he was aware of Princess being fucked by one of the dogs again. He didn’t even realize he was still in the barn and didn’t know which dog it was. A long “aaahhhhh” sound must have signaled when the dog found his target. It was followed by longer deeper cries as the unlubricated violation progressed. The barn reverberated to the cries of Princess while he endured this latest violation.
While the canine was having his way with Princess, Tyrone couldn’t help contrasting his position with dogs. While he was locked in chastity, the animal could fuck at will. He envied the dog and probably the other ponies did too. Inevitably his mind would turn to thinking about sex from time to time as he listened to the assault and he could feel his organ attempting to grow in the confines of his chastity device. He had noticed how high-pitched Princess's cries were and it didn’t sound unlike a woman being fucked. How he would have loved to just gently stroke his cock and enjoy that bliss but that wasn’t an option. There was barely any room for expansion in there as it was so feeling the surge of an erection just caused a lot of pain, and it made a hasty retreat necessary. He tried pushing himself against the wall in front of him but he felt nothing. And not being able to get relief just meant you thought about sex even more. It was a circular torture. He contemplated the complete control she had over him. Given the choice of being allowed to remove his hoofs or his chastity device, he wondered which he would choose. Right now, it would be the chastity device he thought even if he had to rub himself against the wall. It had only been two days since he had cum but that was as long as he could ever remember and there was no prospect of relief anytime soon. He wondered about the long-term effect of having your orgasms controlled. Would it make him more compliant or less? What lengths would he be prepared to go to for an orgasm? If he wasn’t allowed relief would he eventually lose interest in sex? He prayed he’d escape before he’d ever find out.
To be continued..