Accidental Ponygirl

Nicole was awakened with a kick to the ribs. Her tight corset did nothing to soften the blow. She didn't remember laying herself down on the ground the previous night. She'd been so exhausted that she fell asleep on her feet, dangling from her reins while Sugarpuss snored below. Perhaps Sugarpuss had relented and let her down some time after Nicole had nodded off.

She looked over to see how her partner had fared - but she was gone! The other end of the rope tied to Nicole's reins was frayed and broken and the ponygirl was nowhere in sight.

"Did you help your friend there try to escape?" Achilles asked angrily, cueing up for another kick.

Nicole curled up into a ball. "Nnngh! Nnngh!" she cried.

"You expect me to believe that you just laid there while she cut through the rope and ran off?"

Thunk! He kicked her again. Nicole pleaded with the guard, insisting that she had nothing to do with it. She could see from where the rope broke that Sugarpuss had used a bracket that jutted out from the post to saw through it.

After a few more kicks the guard decided that he believed her. He loosened her arms and told her to strip naked, then he gave her her breakfast, which she ravenously wolfed down. In truth, she wasn't sure what she would have done if she'd noticed Sugarpuss escape. Would she have followed? Would she have kept quiet?

She couldn't help but wonder if the girl had gotten away. Nicole was from this country and even she didn't know where she'd go if she'd found a way out of the compound. They could be anywhere.

After getting a chance to eat, shit, and piss, Achilles tossed a bundle of latex at her and told her to get dressed. "No tail today," he added. Nicole wasn't certain whether to be relieved or concerned. She got to work getting dressed.

First she put on the pair of tight, black latex panties. After so many days being kept naked, it felt strange to have something covering her ass. Though modest these panties were not - the split crotch left her pretty, pink pussy lips sticking out, contrasting sharply with the dark latex around them.

The sleeveless black latex top confused her until she realized that the two extra holes on the front were intended for her tits. She pulled her breasts through, blushing as she felt more naked than when she wore nothing, with how the top presented her large bosom. The final bit of latex was a pair of shiny black opera gloves that went up past her elbows.

Now she was handed a pair of black nylon stockings and warned that if she got a run in them at any point during the day, then she would sorely regret it. Nicole felt immensely uncomfortable as the guard devoured her with his eyes while she slowly pulled the delicate stockings up her long legs. She followed this up with the black five-inch pumps that the guard handed her, taking care to close the strap around her ankle in a way that wouldn't damage her stockings.

After replacing her bit and bridle, Nicole was dragged up to her feet. The guard strapped leather cuffs onto her wrists and clipped her arms together behind her back. She stiffly hobbled after him then, as he tugged her along by her reins. She was led away from the barn and out into a field, but she came to an abrupt stop when she saw where she was headed. The row of whipping posts loomed before her, empty, with the wind softly tussling the green grass below.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Nicole begged and pleaded.

"Come on, whore!" the guard growled, yanking her forward. She stumbled between two posts and the guard kicked her legs apart, affixing an ankle cuff to the bottom of each one. He unclipped her wrists, hooking each one to a cable overhead. Then he used a tensioner to pull the cables tight. Nicole was jolted upright and lifted up onto her toes as the cables were drawn shorter and shorter. Her shoulders ached as her body was stretched into a standing spread-eagle so tight that she couldn't move even a little.

Once the guard was satisfied with her bondage, he hobbled away, leaving Nicole sobbing in terror. What had she done to deserve special punishment? Was she going to pay for Sugarpuss's escape?

Then the rest of the pony girls began filing out of the barn. They were dressed identically to Nicole and each responded similarly to her as they were led between two posts and bound tightly with her arms and legs spread. Nicole wasn't certain whether to feel relieved or horrified that whatever it was she was in for, the other girls would be getting too.

Finally, eleven of the twelve spots had been filled. The girls shuddered, cried, and groaned as they waited, immobilized, for Achilles to limp out into the field before them once again. Misty and Buttons, the two girls who had spent the night with the guards, kept looking furtively about, as if they knew something that the others didn't.

"Slaves," he growled, "last night there was an escape attempt. Your friend foolishly thought she was more clever than us. Your friend was wrong."

There was a collective gasp, followed by wails of shock and despair, as the two other guards dragged Sugarpuss out from a building nearby. Though she was similarly attired to the other girls, the rest of her flesh that was visible was covered in marks and bruises. Her head had been shaved and her nose looked like it had been broken and reset. Her tits were covered in burn marks, suggesting they'd received a healthy dose of the stun baton. Her upper lip, surrounding the bit strapped tightly in her mouth, was cut and swollen.

As she was still unconscious, the two guards carried Sugarpuss along, each holding an arm while her feet dragged through the grass. They took her and strung her up in the final spot among the row of whipping posts.

"As you can see, she has already been punished for her transgressions and has agreed to be the model slave from here on out," Achilles explained. "But, seeing as your colleague has shown your eagerness to get out into the world, we've decided to go ahead and move up our first modification that will prove to anyone who sees you that you are now property of the Aegean government."

The other guards had finished suspending Sugarpuss and now were wheeling a small cart out into the field. The girls anxiously eyed the men, fearing what was about to happen.

"Each of you will have your tits ringed," the head guard now explained. "The ring will be placed behind your nipple so that it can be used as an anchor point with less risk of tearing free, and also to leave your nice, sensitive nips exposed and available for whatever else your owners might have in store for them." He clapped his hands together. "So, who wants to go first?"

There were cries of fear and terror among the girls as Achilles pulled the cover off of the cart, unveiling his ringing tools.

"No one? Okay, we'll go right down the line then. Sugarpuss can go last, which, by the way, we ought to wake her up." He nodded to one of the guards, who grabbed a bucket of water and tossed it against Sugarpuss's limp body, but even that wasn't enough to rouse the battered woman. Undeterred, the guard grabbed his stun baton and unclipped it from his belt. He jabbed the tip through the split crotch of the slave's panties and hit the trigger. Sugarpuss awoke with a jolt, screaming as the current surged across her soaking wet body. She frantically looked around in confusion, wondering where she was and what was being done to her.

The guards ignored her and went to the other end of the line where Cookie was being prepped for her piercing. A pair of forceps was clipped onto her nipple and left to dangle while Achilles stoked the brazier that held his piercing tool.

"We cauterize the hole as it's created to help prevent infection, plus it reduces healing time so we can make use of the rings right away," he said, though the explanation was lost on Cookie, who stared frantically at the red hot needle on the piercing tool. She kept trying to twist and pull away, but was bound so tight that she couldn't move at all.

Finally the guard was ready. He grabbed the forceps and pulled Cookie's nipple out away from her breast with one hand. In the other he held the piercing tool, which looked like a pair of pliers with a sharp, glowing needle on one tip and a matching hole on the other. There was a soft hiss of hot metal touching soft flesh which was quickly drowned out by Cookie's raw, animalistic scream that carried on and on. The guard applied slow, persistent pressure. The tip burrowed through her titmeat, right behind her nipple, before erupting out the other side, still glowing hot. Achilles switched out the tip of the needle for the open end of a ring, then reversed course through her breast, threading the ring into the new piercing. Once the ring was pulled through, he grabbed another tool to bend the ends of the ring together and solder them in place, taking advantage of the softness in the metal from the heat of the tool.

When he was finally finished Cookie had a shiny silver ring dangling from her breast. It was about two inches in diameter and about as thick as a binder ring. Cookie looked down at her mutilated breast, she was covered in sweat and moaning continuously. The guard unhooked the forceps from her nipple, causing the woman to gasp as the blood rushed back into the nerve-rich flesh.

"One down, one to go," Achilles chirped. Then he latched the forceps onto the other nipple and started the whole process again. The second piercing was just as agonizing as the first one, perhaps even more so, since Cookie knew what to expect at each step of the process. When the guard finally moved on, she was left exhausted, sobbing to herself with her head lolling back and forth with her chin on her chest.

Curly was next. Then Dimples. The guard moved steadily down the line, turning frantic, begging, pleading girls into freshly ringed, crying, and wailing slaves.

He taunted and mocked Tiny as he pierced her small tits. The tool hardly had room to maneuver, and he had to pull hard on her nipples to get enough titty to work with. But even she was not spared a set of new rings.

When he got to Jangles she was screaming bloody murder just from the pinch of the forceps on her sensitive nipples. As the hot needle eventually seared its way through through her nerve-dense tit, she passed out from the pain. Not wanting her to miss out on this once in a lifetime experience, Achilles 'helpfully' slapped her awake before proceeding with the other breast. She screamed herself hoarse as the second ring was quickly and efficiently inserted behind her nipple.

Now it was Nicole's turn. She'd been getting more and more anxious as the guard worked his way towards her. As the cart stopped in front of her, she was trembling with fear and broke out into a cold sweat. Her short, panicked breaths quickened further as the forceps closed around her nipple. She grimaced as he used the hold on her nipple to lift her breast. She shut her eyes as he grabbed the piercing tool, but still she knew just where it was from the heat radiating off of the red hot tip and warming her clammy skin.

There was a blinding, white hot pain when the needle sank into her breast. She pulled against her bonds with all her might, but couldn't move one bit. The leather creaked as it cut against her wrists and ankles. She bit hard into her gag and screamed. Her whole chest felt aflame as the needle seared its way through her. It continued to ache and burn as he tugged at her tit, winding the ring into its new, permanent home.

He allowed her a moment's respite before moving onto her other breast. Tears poured from her eyes. Saliva ran in rivulets from her tightly gagged mouth. As the needle burrowed into her for the second time she lost all control. She'd have pissed herself if she hadn't just been relieved moments before. Every muscle tensed and her vision went red. She couldn't breathe. As the glowing hot tip erupted from her breast she felt like she would bite clean through her leather bit. Finally it was over.

She was left in a smoldering haze of pain as Achilles moved down the line to the next girl. She was unaware of anything but the agony in her tits. She glanced down at her once proud breasts, now gleaming with silver metal, and she cursed the cruel twist of fate that had led her into this awful nightmare.

The guard moved quickly down the line now, leaving pierced breasts and misery in his wake. Those he had passed paid no heed to the ones up next, instead lost in their own suffering. That is, until he got to Sugarpuss.

The brutally beaten woman was shivering with cold, the icy water that was thrown against her had sapped all her warmth. Achilles smiled when he got to her, then he reached down to the lower shelf of the cart and pulled out a different piercing tool.

"For our rebellious, disobedient slave, we have a slightly more prominent ring to use." There was a collective gasp from the gathered ponygirls. They were all immediately snapped out of their lingering daze as the guard held aloft a ring five inches in diameter and as a thick as Nicole's little finger. "Of course, this requires a special tool." He picked up a pair of large tongs that looked like a larger version of the tool he'd used on the other girls and he buried it in the hot coals to heat up.

For her part, Sugarpuss was still drunk on pain from the night before and didn't appreciate the gravity of what awaited her. She came around, however, when the guard waved the glowing red tongs in front of her face a few minutes later. Her eyes grew wide and she panicked. She was helpless to resist as the forceps were snapped onto her bruised nipple. One of the other guards held her tit aloft, while Achilles wielding the piercing tool, which required two hands. He lined up the red hot spike with her breast.

There was a loud sizzle and a nauseating smell as the sharp, glowing point sank into Sugarpuss's breast. Her eyes bulged out of her head and she screamed so intensely that at first she made no sound. Her neck strained. Her face grew red. Smoke and steam wafted up from her chest. Several of the other girls felt sick. They heaved and trembled while their colleague's tit was cruelly mutilated.

Sugarpuss passed out before the tip of the spike found its way out of her breast. The guard pressed on, heedless to the welfare of his victim. After inserting the heavy ring, he cursed and struggled as he fought to bend the two ends together and seal them permanently in place. When he was done, a heavy silver ring hung ominously from her chest, not really so much behind the nipple as more through the very center of her fleshy tit. He returned the tongs to his brazier to prepare them for the second piercing.

"Wake her up," Achilles spat. "Give her some uppers. That ought to keep her moving today."

One of the other guards pulled out a syringe. He plunged the tip into her thigh and pressed the plunger. Sugarpuss jolted awake, her pupils dilating as the drug coursed through her body. She whimpered pitifully as she saw what had been done to her, then begged and pleaded as she saw her tormentor prepping the next ring.

This time she didn't pass out. She screamed like a dying animal, pulling so hard at her restraints that one might think she'd snap the cables. The other girls looked on in pity and horror. When the guard finally finished, Sugarpuss had a pair of what were essentially two hard, shiny handles embedded in her tits.

"Now don't you all look beautiful?" Achilles mused as he looked up and down the line of ringed slaves. "There's just one more thing to help keep y'all from sneaking around on us."

The girls all looked at him in fear, anxious about what cruel new torture he had for them. They were relieved when he picked up a jangling box full of bells. He made his way down the line, clipping a noisy silver sleigh bell onto each titty ring. When he got to Sugarpuss he smiled and pulled out a pair of cowbells.

"Now let's hear those bells ring," he ordered.

The girls, bound as they were, struggled to move enough to jostle their tits. There was a pitiful patter from the assembled pony girls.

"I said, let's hear them ring!" The other guards pulled out their horse whips and stalked up and down behind the line, striking the girls between the shoulder blades. The sounds of their cries joined the chorus of jingling bells as their tits bounced from the blows. With the threat of pain, the girls found greater motivation to jostle their chests. Now the guards stayed their whips and the sound of sleigh bells filled the meadow like the soundtrack to a Christmas film. The light music was peppered with harsh clanks from Sugarpuss's cowbells as she struggled to keep up.

"Much better," Achilles remarked as he signalled for them to stop. "From now on, whenever you are wearing your bells, you are expected to jiggle your tits and make them ring while you move. Now let's continue your training."

One by one, the girls were taken down from the whipping posts and led away. The Alphas left first, a guard following behind each girl as she high-stepped away, her stockinged legs rising high in the air and her tits bouncing vigorously with each step. They disappeared out of sight into a far away field.

Next came the Omegas. Nicole patiently waited her turn, trying to take advantage of the downtime to rest - though that was difficult to do in her stringent pose. Her shoulders ached from the pull of the cables and from supporting her weight. Her tits throbbed from her fresh piercings.

Finally it was her turn. Phoenix prodded her along with flicks of his whip, guiding Nicole out to the field with the others. She got a better idea of what today's training would be as she got closer. The field had a long, gravel path running along the fence which was probably a quarter mile long all the way around. Each of the Alpha girls had been bound atop a two-wheeled cart waiting on the track. The Omegas that had come before Nicole had each been hitched to one of the carts, in front of an Alpha. Nicole was brought before an untended cart which had Tiny mounted on top of it.

As she drew near she could see what the Alphas were in for. There was a single tall pole jutting up from the back of the cart. Tiny had her back pressed up against it. Straps ran around her neck, chest, and waist holding her in place. Her legs had been folded back with her ankles against her thighs. Rising up from the cart, just ahead of the pole was a second, shorter pole with a slippery black dildo mounted on it. The tip was inserted just inside Tiny's tight little pussy. When Nicole looked beneath the cart she noticed that the dildo post was connected to a U-shaped bend in the axle. As the axle turned, it would act as a driveshaft which would pump the dildo in and out of the rider's cunt!

Tiny's face was flushed as she came to terms with her bondage. The tight straps dug into her flesh. The one around her neck kept her head pinned against the post. Her arms had been twisted up behind her and clipped to a hook up behind her shoulders. Her pussy gripped tight to the dildo, which was currently only an inch deep inside her.

Nicole, clearly, was not in for the same treatment. She was taken in front of the cart by the guard. He thrust a leather strap into her hands. Mounted on the strap were two dildos, a couple inches apart - one short, skinny one and one about the size of an average cock.

"You know where they gotta go," Phoenix said. "If you want, you can ask your passenger to provide some drool to lube them up."

Nicole looked at the dildos and then to Tiny. With the strap around her neck and the tight gag, the little woman was already oozing slobber onto her freshly pierced chest. Nicole lifted the dildos up to the woman and gathered up as much saliva as she could, paying extra attention to smaller of the two. For her part, Tiny seemed to bow her head to spill as much spit as she could spare out of her mouth. Nicole bowed her head in thanks, certain that she wouldn't have received such courtesy if Sugarpuss had been her passenger instead.

With her freshly wetted dildos in hand, Nicole lined the smaller of the two with her butthole. Having become accustomed to a tail in her ass, the slim dildo slid up inside her fairly easily, but she quickly discovered that with the rear cock all the way in, she couldn't angle the tip of the other dildo against her pussy - she'd have to insert both at the same time. She pulled the one up her ass out and lined up the tip of each cock with its intended hole. Phoenix stopped her, however, before she could try working them in.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" he grumbled. He snatched the strap out of her hands and bent down between her legs.

"Nnngh!" Nicole cried as he slammed both cocks in deep with a single thrust. She could feel her knees grow weak as the front dildo plowed deep inside her. In all her time in captivity, she'd been face-fucked, she been butt plugged, she'd been fingered, but she'd never been well and truly penetrated until this point. Her violation was now complete, and with a double penetration to make it even worse. She could feel the two members pressing against each other inside her, uncomfortably filling her up.

The guard now took a leather belt and looped it around her waist. Nicole groaned as he cinched it tight, slimming her waist and restricting her breathing. He took the front end of the dildo strap and buckled it onto the belt near her belly button. He took the back end of the dildo strap and fed it through a metal loop hanging down off of the belt. Leaving that, for now, he grabbed the next thing he needed.

Nicole had her arms yanked back behind her and was told to keep her palms together. The guard slipped an armbinder up over her shoulders and starting drawing the laces together. Nicole grunted as she felt her arms pulled closer and closer, her elbows meeting behind her back in the tight leather cocoon.

As one final, humiliating touch, the guard produced a pair of stiff leather panels that clipped onto her reins at eye level on either side of her head. As he adjusted them into place, Nicole realized that they were intended to act as blinders, like is used on a real horse to keep it focused on where it was going. She huffed in indignation, but smartly offered no resistance.

Now the guard returned to the strap dangling behind Nicole. He picked up the long bar jutting out horizontally from the front of Tiny's cart. He hooked the end of the bar onto the end of the dildo strap and let go. The bar fell a few inches until the strap between Nicole's legs pulled tight. It snapped down on the metal ring at the back of her belt, translating the downward force into a harsh upward yank on the dildos between her legs. Nicole screamed in pain and surprise as the two cocks were thrust deep up inside her, providing maximum penetration.

Despite the weight of the cart pulling down on her, the deep thrust of the dildos left Nicole wanting to stand up on tiptoe, higher, even, than her already towering heels made her stand. She soon realized how silly that was and readjusted her stance, keeping her feet a little farther apart to accommodate the unwelcome invaders between her legs.

Now the guard went to the long arm of the cart and repositioned a heavy weight which had been affixed to it to keep the cart from tipping backward while it was unhitched. However, instead of removing the bulky weight, he slid it as far forward as it would go, adding its bulk to what was already pulling down on the dildo strap. He latched the weight in place and stepped back.

"All set," he declared. "You can take a rest while we get the remaining girls hooked up."

Then he walked away to tend to his next victim. Nicole looked down at the ground. The entire track was layered with sharp gravel. There was no way she could kneel down without snagging her stockings. She briefly considered moving over to the grassy infield to rest there, but decided against it since she hadn't been given permission to move. Besides, none of the other girls had done so. They just squatted down in place where they had been hitched up. Nicole decided to do the same. Behind her Tiny squeaked as the cart tipped forward and her weight shifted against the straps that bound her.

It was about fifteen minutes before everyone was in place. Already, the late morning sun was high in the sky. Nicole, dressed head to toe in tight black latex, leather, and stockings was baking in the heat and she hadn't even begun pulling the cart.

With everyone ready, Achilles now ordered the Omegas to stand up. "Today we're going to have a little fun," he said. "Some of you girls looked like you were in need of a good fucking, so we're gonna give it to ya. Omegas, you will pull your passengers around the track. The first one to make their Alpha cum will be promoted to Alpha tomorrow. The last Alpha to cum will be demoted to Omega. Ready? Go!"

There was a clatter of bells and the sound of wheels crunching over gravel as the carts took off. Nicole took a few tentative steps and heard Tiny grunt behind her as the long dildo plowed deep up into her cunt and then reversed course. A second later Jugs raced past. Behind her, on the cart, Cookie was wailing in pain as the fake cock pumped in and out of her pussy. Clearly, Jugs thought hard and fast was the ticket to success.

Nicole decided to be more tactical. She moved forward slowly, letting the dildo slide gently into her rider's cunt. Tiny still grunted as the long shaft bottomed out on her cervix, but after the first lap her cries began to morph into cute little squeaks. Nicole picked up the pace, driving the cock faster up and down. She completed another lap, then another. Tiny's breathing quickened and Nicole moved even faster. The girl's squeaks came faster as the fucking intensified.

The guards stood off to the side, watching the spectacle, laughing and guffawing as half a dozen carts circled the track, stiff cocks bobbing up and down within the tightly bound slaves while their drivers awkwardly ran along. Nicole could sense Tiny's excitement growing. She tried hard to ignore her own discomfort. The two cocks shoved deep up her pussy and ass wriggled and twisted as she moved. The strap that held them deep pinched, jostled, and tugged as the cart bobbed and weaved over the hard gravel. The uneven surface made moving in her high heels exceptionally difficult. She had to stay up on her toes as she ran along, otherwise her heel risked catching on the rocks and sending her toppling.

The hot sun beating down on her black latex covered body quickly sapped her strength, but she could sense that Tiny was close to cumming. Nicole couldn't see the small woman, but the noises emanating from her were more and more the sounds of pleasure and passion, and less the sounds of pain and discomfort. It was time. She rounded a corner and then sprinted full out down the straightaway. Nicole raced past the other carts, each occupied by a bound panting and moaning slave, pulled by a gasping and sweating ponygirl. The duo's ringed nipples rang continuously as Nicole galloped along. Tiny's tight little pussy was buffeted by the cock as it slammed in and out of her, each deep penetration was accompanied by an ever more emphatic squeak. Nicole was urged on by the woman's growing sounds of passion.

Just as she rounded the next turn, Tiny erupted with a loud, guttural moan. Nicole could feel the cart shudder as Tiny convulsed in orgasmic delight, her breathing growing ragged and her body tensing. She'd done it. Nicole had made her rider cum first. She glanced over at the guards, who nodded their approval.

Panting from exertion, she slowed to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Tiny was slumped down, covered in sweat. Drool poured in a steady torrent from her gagged mouth. Her chest heaved in and out while her eyes fluttered blissfully opened and closed. Her red, battered pussy gushed with her juices. The cock poised beneath her glistening with her copious discharge.

Swish! Crack! Nicole reeled as she felt the sting of a horsewhip on her backside. "Who said you could stop, Princess? Keep moving!"

Nicole, fleeing the whip, spurred herself along, moving at a steady trot. Behind her Tiny moaned, though more plaintively than passionately, as the cock resumed pumping up and down in her aching cunt. When she next passed near the guards, Nicole was briefly ordered to a halt. A long lead was clipped onto the ring on the front of her collar. Then, when the next cart passed, pulled by Jangles, it was also stopped. The lead was attached to an anchor on the back of Jangle's cart and the newly coupled quartet was sent on their way. Now trailing behind Jangles, whose running was vigorously fucking her rider, Buttons, Nicole had to keep pace or risk being dragged behind.

With Nicole having won the race, the hardworking Omegas had lost their incentive to pull their riders to orgasm, though the Alphas still had plenty reason not to cum last. The remaining carts had all noticeably slowed from their previously frenetic pace. The guards, taking note, decided to rectify the situation.

"The last Omega to make her rider cum will be spending the night with us," Achilles announced. "And if you think you're seeing some hard, heavy fucking now, then just wait till we get our hands on you!"

This had the intended effect. The five remaining Omegas urged themselves onward. Nicole was helplessly carried along as she followed behind a newly invigorated Jangles, much to the chagrin of Tiny, who wailed in discomfort from her overfucked slit.

On and on they ran. Nicole hurried to keep up with the cart in front of her as Jangles became more desperate. The girl had already spent a night with the guards and knew full well what they were capable of.

Dimples was the next to cum. She'd been pulled along by Sugarpuss, who, by some miracle combination of fear, adrenaline, and the drugs she'd been injected with, still managed to scurry along on unsteady, shaky legs. Dimples's orgasm was followed by Cookie. To keep them all moving, her cart, pulled by Jugs, was hitched behind Misty as was Sugarpuss's.

Blondie came next. Her screaming orgasm harmonized with the cacophony of jingling bells all around her. Her exhausted driver, Chestnut, was now hitched up behind Nicole. As the train of carts led by Jangles took off again, Nicole could feel a sharp tug on the back of her cart. Chestnut, exhausted by her efforts to get Blondie off, wasn't able to keep up with the pace Jangles was trying to achieve. Her heels caught in the gravel and she tumbled to the ground. Nicole came to a stop and was nearly pulled down herself as the cart ahead of her unknowingly kept going. Jangles, stymied by the stopped carts behind her, stamped her foot in frustration while she waited for Chestnut to pull herself to her feet again - a task made particularly difficult by her arms pinned behind her back and the cart hitched between her legs. Eventually they got moving again.

The competition was down to two pairs - the Alphas, Buttons and Curly, pulled along by Jangles and Misty. Ahead of her, Nicole could see Buttons desperately squirming in her bonds, trying valiantly to get the right angle on the fast-moving dildo so that it would push her over the edge, though she could also see the girl wince in pain each time the hard cock bottomed out in her pussy.

After another lap with no loser Phoenix leaned over to Dilios and said, "I betcha a hundred bucks I can get Buttons to cum before you can get Curly to."

"You're on," the one-eyed man smirked.

They halted the carts side by side. Each guard reached under the seat and folded out a low step that hung down off the back of the cart, then climbed aboard. Jangles and Misty squealed in protest as the shifting weight of the carts yanked up hard on the dildo strap running between their legs. Each man carried a horsewhip in one hand and wrapped the other around his bound passenger to hold on. Nicole flinched as Phoenix raised his whip, the back swing nearly caught her in the eye before he snapped it forward, connecting with Jangles's firm latex covered ass.

"Giddyap, you worthless cunt!" he bellowed. Jangles groaned as she leaned into her harness, the extra weight of the guard made pulling that much more difficult. He struck her several more times until she finally reached the speed he wanted. Next to them, Misty pulled ahead, driven onward by the vicious lashing that Dilios gave her. He howled with laughter as the girl sprinted forward, holding tight to Curly's tit to keep from falling off as they rounded a turn.

Now a whole new race was on. Misty and Jangles trundled along, suffering under the fury of their drivers. The other girls followed behind as an unwilling audience, the riders all groaning as their overstimulated pussies continued to be pounded with every step, the ponies trudging forward on tired, aching legs.

Nicole had a front row view of all the action. With Jangles running at full steam, Phoenix briefly stayed his whip to focus on Buttons. He massaged her tits, tweaking her erect nipples. Then he dropped a hand down to her clit, slowly circling her little nub with his finger while the dildo vigorously pumped in and out, in and out. Buttons moaned. All the pain, the stimulation, the attention, the fear, it kept her just shy of orgasm.

Misty pulled up alongside them. Dilios was mauling poor Curly's tits while barking out threats and curses. "Cum, you lousy whore! Cum!" he frothed. "Misty, I'll whip your tits off tonight if you don't get this slut off!" The terrified ponygirl responded by pulling the cart even faster.

Phoenix snarled with his scarred face and responded with his own threats as his team lagged behind. "Jangles, I'm giving you all ten inches of my hard cock up your ass if you don't win this for me!" He reached behind Buttons and slipped a slick finger up her ass.  Buttons squealed in surprise. "Hmm, maybe you're a backdoor girl? Is that why you're not getting off?"

Side by side, the two trains of carts traded position in the lead, but it was the one-eyed guard, Dilios, who seemed to be making the most progress towards his goal. Curly's breathing grew ragged. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, egging on the guard who was rubbing her clit for all he was worth. The tension built and built and then finally erupted in a furious scream that left her body shaking uncontrollably. Curly came and came and came. It was like a dam broke and all the pent up lust came pouring out at once. Misty, uncertain whether to stop running, kept going. The dildo on the cart making a noisy "schlop, schlop" as it pumped in and out of Curly's gushing, pulsing pussy.

"Fucking shit!" Phoenix cursed. All the carts came to a stop, the exhausted ponies dropped into a squat, gasping for breath. The guard stomped up to Jangles, looped a finger into her collar and dragged her face up inches away from his. "You'll pay for this later," he growled. Jangles stared back at him in terror, certain that he would keep his word.

Meanwhile, the other guards' attention shifted to Chestnut. "Slave!" the girl jumped as Achilles bellowed at her. "You were warned not to ruin your stockings. What the hell is this?"

All eyes fell on Chestnut and the long tear in her stockings caused by her tumble. The terrified girl cried and pleaded for forgiveness. Achilles dragged her upright and unhitched her cart. Then he produced leather straps which he used to bind Chestnut's ankles and knees together. Now with a shove, he sent her sprawling down onto the sharp gravel. With her arms bound behind her back, she broke her fall with her tits.

"Since you have so little regard for the care of the equipment you are given, you will crawl one more lap of the track like this! Everyone else, up on your feet! You will continue circling until Chestnut has finished. If any one of you stumbles then you'll join her."

The girls groaned as they rose up on their tired legs. The five remaining carts were linked together into one long line with Jangles in the lead. Phoenix, still angry about his lost bet, mounted her cart and used his horsewhip to get her moving at a breakneck pace. The Omegas gasped and struggled to keep up. Their passengers wailed in pain as their pussies were pounded by the dildos once more.

Achilles towered over Chestnut, his own whip ready to keep her moving. With her arms trapped behind her back and her legs bound together, the only way Chestnut could move was to inch along the track like a worm - pulling her knees up under her, and then pushing her chest forward across the sharp rocks. The cruel guard waited until her ass was high in the air, then slashed his whip across her buttocks. Even still, her slow pace was easily matched by the limping guard as she moved.

It was slow-going. By the end Nicole felt like she had run as far as she had during the initial race. A few of the Alphas had managed to orgasm again under the relentless pounding of their pussies. When she finished, Chestnut stood up. Her stockings had been shredded and her tits were raw and bloodied. The guards ordered everyone to a halt.

The girls were unhitched from their carts and their riders unbound. Together they marched back towards the barn tied collar to collar. The Omegas weren't the only ones moving on unsteady feet - the Alphas had been fucked so thoroughly that their legs had turned to jelly. And Chestnut could hardly move on her unsteady legs. Unfortunately for them, the day wasn't over.