Accidental Ponygirl

"Wakey, wakey, cunts!" Phoenix hollered as he banged a ladle on an overturned bucket. "It's another day in paradise!"

Nicole sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She groaned as she crawled out of the pile of straw that was her bed, now feeling just how sore she'd become from yesterday's ordeal. She massaged her aching ass - many of the marks from the liberal application of the whip had already started to fade, though some of the harder blows had turned to ugly purple bruises.

There was the rattle of chains as the other girls stirred. Nicole jealously wondered if they knew what she and Sugarpuss had been put through the previous night. Her pussy and her throat were sore from the rape and the forced fellatio. She realized that she never heard Sugarpuss come back. She must have returned after Nicole had fallen asleep.

The guard went to a barrel and dipped his bucket into it, then he went from stall to stall to refill each girl's food bowl with gruel. He stopped after the first stall, however, watching as Cookie lifted the bowl to her face to slurp down the contents. He waited until the bowl touched her lips and then whacked the bottom of it hard with his ladle. Cookie fell backwards in surprise as the slop splattered all over her face and chest. Her bowl clattered to the floor.

"Just because your hands are free does not mean that you may use them to eat," he called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You will eat from the floor like the animals you are." He sneered at Cookie. "Clean yourself up, you lousy pig."

He resumed dispensing the gruel. Nicole could feel her taste buds rebel as she leaned over and slurped up the disgusting goop. The guard came around again and filled each girl's water bowl. Then he made one more pass, dispensing the girl's gear. Nicole heard the pile thump down next to her while she slurped up the last of the water, trying to ignore the mosquito eggs she saw floating on the top.

"I expect you all to be dressed and ready in five minutes," the guard declared.

The girls quickly finished their breakfasts then got straight to work. Nicole soon found her bridle and fitted it into her mouth. She easily found the proper holes for each buckle from the wear it acquired the previous day. Her teeth settled into the impressions in the bit that she had made while bearing down during her many punishments.

Nicole looked with dread at the next item, a black leather corset. The leather was ribbed with steel making it sturdy and inflexible. A heavy cord had already been laced into the holes in the back, which would thankfully save her time in putting it on. She stepped into the garment, struggling to yank it up past her round hips and over her thin waist. Then she centered it on her torso and reached behind to tighten the laces. She could feel her waist narrow as she tugged them tight. The laces fed into a spring loaded clasp that Nicole slid up against the bottommost grommet to keep them from loosening again. The extra slack dangled behind her as she inspected the garment.

It wasn't as tall as some corsets she'd seen, only reaching from the top of her hips to just below her ribs, rather than extending all the way up to her bust and compressing her ribcage. She suspected that this was intended to allow a ponygirl a bit more mobility as she performed physical labor. Nevertheless, the surface of the corset was covered all around with strategically placed rings, loops, and buckles - no doubt to provide anchors for various harnesses and yokes that they wished to attach to her.

Nicole equipped the next items from the pile, purposely avoiding the shoes that she looked at with dread. She buckled the leather cuffs snugly about her slender wrists, making sure that they were plenty tight to meet the exacting standards of her overseers.

Now she turned to the shoes - a pair of intimidating black leather five inch stiletto heels. Nicole had never worn anything nearly so high. She slipped her foot inside, feeling her toes bend as her heel sank into place. They fit surprisingly well, though she could already imagine how badly her calves would ache and how much her toes would be crushed as she was forced to walk around in them. Attached to the tops of the shoes was a length of leather, more cuff than strap, which wrapped around her ankle and would make sure the shoes didn't slip off.

Phoenix paced up and down the row, watching the girls prepare. He had traded out his ladle for a riding crop. He tapped it lightly against his palm as he walked.

"Times up," he announced. "When I come to your stall you will kneel up for inspection with your hands behind your head. Once you are dismissed you will return your bowls and empty your waste bucket, then proceed outside."

He started with Cookie. The girl had barely finished in time since she'd had to clean her breakfast off her face and chest, scraping it with her fingers and then licking them clean. She still had traces of gruel matted into her hair. Nicole noted that the girl cut an impressive figure, her curvy hips and fair sized chest were accentuated by the corset that narrowed her waist. The high heels shaped her lovely calves and muscular thighs.

Cookie dropped to her knees when the guard stopped in front of her stall. She raised her hands behind her head and eyes the guard warily. She tried to steady her quivering arms that betrayed a trace of fear as the man walked around behind her to unchain her collar from the wall. He tugged at her bridle, nodding in satisfaction. He checked her wrist cuffs and the straps on her shoes finding no fault. Then he squeezed a finger between the corset and the girl's compressed midsection.

Smack! Cookie squealed as the riding crop slashed down into her thigh. "Not tight enough." Cookie's hands dropped to her side, rubbing the stinging red welt that was forming on the side of her leg.

Smack! The riding crop flashed down against her ass. Cookie yelped. "I didn't say you could put your hands down!" The guard snapped. Cookie's hands flew up behind her head again. This time there was no quelling her trembling arms as the poor girl struggled to hold herself together.

"Here, I'll help you," the guard offered. He set down his riding crop and put his hands around Cookie's slender waist. He guided her to her feet and pushed her back towards the side wall of her stall. Cookie gasped as his strong arms lifted her body up into the air like she weighed nothing. He pressed her against the wall and guided the laces of her corset onto one of the many hooks arrayed on that wall. Then he let her go, stepping back.

"Unngh! Unngh!" Cookie gasped as the corset pressed in around her waist. Her pointed toes flailed as her frantic feet sought the ground that was just out of reach. Her arms wavered with uncertainty, torn between wanting to help lift her weight and staying behind her head as ordered.

The guard watched her flop like a hooked fish for a few seconds. Then he reached behind her and adjusted the clasp on the laces to hold them in their newly tightened configuration. Only then did he lift Cookie down from the hook. She fell to her knees, red-faced and gasping for breath.

"Better," the guard said as he tried and failed to squeeze a finger between the corset and her tummy. "You are dismissed."

Cookie staggered to her feet to leave the stall. All around her the other girls hurriedly adjusted the bindings on their corsets. Those across the aisle from Cookie, who had seen the poor girl suspended, all stood up to make use of the hooks on the side walls to put more pressure on the laces. The ones opposite them observed and followed suit.

Nicole stood up and looped her laces on the lowest hook. She wasn't about to suspend herself like Cookie. Instead, she stepped forward and leaned against the tension in the bindings. She sighed as she felt the air pressed out of her lungs. She reached behind to adjust the clasp and unhook her laces, then sank to the floor. She found that she could no longer take a deep breath. There would be only short, shallow breaths for her today.

The guard moved on to Jangles, inspecting her next. Smack! "Tidy up those laces. I'll not have them dangling down like those disgusting pussy lips you've got there," he said.

The girl quickly responded and then was dismissed. She teetered out of her stall, wobbling like a baby deer taking its first steps as she attempted to walk on her high heels. Smack! "Get moving!" Phoenix ordered. Jangles scurried along, nearly rolling her ankle as her daunting heels hobbled her movement.

Several more girls were dismissed without incident. Then it was Nicole's turn. The guard smiled down at her with his mutilated face as she kneeled submissively before him.

"I hope you had a good time last night. I know I did," he crowed. He took his time on her inspection, pausing to fondle her tits and squeeze her ass, as if he was daring her to resist. Nicole didn't rise to the bait and was dismissed. She stepped out of her cell, teetering on her unsteady shoes, but she moved quickly along, hoping to avoid a stroke of 'encouragement' from the riding crop.

As she passed the other stalls she noted that Sugarpuss's was empty. Had she not returned to the stables last night? Nicole emptied her waste bucket into the trough, certain now that it was the same one they drank from the previous day. She stepped out of the barn, squinting against the bright morning sun.

Before her eyes could adjust she was roughly grabbed and spun around. Dilios pressed up behind her and nuzzled her neck. "Mmm, don't you look sexy in your new corset? Don't tell Sugarpuss cause it'll make her jealous, but I liked your cunt better."

Nicole shuddered as he licked her ear. She didn't like the prospect of being any of the guards' favorite plaything and so far both of the men she'd seen seemed to indicate that she had their favor.

Dilios peeled himself away from her and got to work. Nicole felt her arms pulled back and a short bar was inserted between her elbows and the small of her back. The bar slipped into a set of rings on the back of her corset to help hold it in place. Then her wrists were pulled in front of her body and her cuffs connected together with a short chain. The effect was that, once again, Nicole had her arms helplessly trapped up against her body, but at the same time providing no protection from the kiss of a whip.

Now the guard jerked her reins and led her to her place on the beam that she had stood under for most of the previous day. She noted that the other girls who had come out before her were similarly bound and tied off, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the ponygirls. Her step faltered, however, when she noticed Sugarpuss at the end of the line.

Clearly the girl had not been returned to the barn at the end of the night. She stood, or rather dangled by her reins, underneath the beam on quavering legs. Her feet had been forced into high heels and her waist crushed by the cruel corset. But it was the rest of her appearance that sent a shiver down Nicole's spine. The girl's pussy was swollen and red in a way that made Nicole wonder if it was just from the rapes or if she had also been beaten between the legs with a strap. Her right eye was puffy and swollen. And, worst of all, her body was peppered all over with tiny little burn marks matching the twin prongs of the stun batons. Based on the condition she was in now, Nicole had no idea how the slave would make it through the day.

Once the girls had been assembled, the morning went much the way the previous one had. The pony slaves were ordered to march in place under the barking orders of one overseer while another prowled behind them with a horsewhip at the ready for when any one of them faltered. And falter they did. Despite hours of drill yesterday, the towering heels, tight corsets, and sore muscles made marching difficult, as Nicole quickly realized on the first step, when, as her right leg hung high in the air, she was effectively balancing on tiptoe with her left foot. Her unsteady stance was noted by the overseer, who 'corrected' it with the swish of his whip - not to her ass, but to the back of her thighs.

It was the first of many. Apparently the guards had decided to give their asses a break today, instead focusing on the girls' thighs until they were striped from knee to butt cheek with fresh welts. After the first hour of marching in place they once again pulled the girls off the line one at a time so that they could prance back and forth in front of the others. Nicole found that she was not the most unsteady of the bunch in the tall teetering heels, she, at least, didn't fall over while trying to march in a straight line, sparing her from the thrashing that the other unfortunate girls earned.

One exception was Blondie. The girl seemed to be a natural at walking in the daunting heels and tight corset. She gracefully pranced to and fro, never missing a step.

This was in stark contrast to Sugarpuss. The poor slave could hardly stand on her feet, let alone skillfully trot back and forth. Each mistake was punished just as harshly as the last until her thighs blazed red with whip marks. When she toppled over the guard laid into her with the horsewhip until she inevitably crawled back to her feet. Every girl pitied the poor slave but was helpless to do anything to assist her.

Nicole couldn't be certain, but she thought she caught a few disdainful looks in her direction from the other slaves. Perhaps they wondered why, if both she and Sugarpuss had spent the night with the guards, did Nicole appear to have gotten off fairly easy. Were they showing favor to the Aegean girl? Or maybe Nicole had done something to sabotage Sugarpuss.

In the early afternoon they were given a brief rest so that each girl could be watered. Nicole went first. This time as she kneeled before the familiar trough she saw a clump of straw floating near the surface. Her mind flashed back to straw she'd used to wipe her ass the previous night which she'd discarded into her bucket and dumped out in the morning.

"Something wrong, Princess?" the handler sneered.

Nicole quickly shook her head. She knew she had no choice. She banished the thought from her mind and dipped her face into the trough for a much needed drink. When she finished, instead of being led back to the beam, she was taken in front of the rest of the girls. Achilles was there to take her reins as he made an announcement to the group.

"Slaves, it's time for the next step in your transformation to ponygirls. As I'm sure you are aware, every good pony has a tail, and you will be no exception." There was a collective gasp as the guard reached into a bag and pulled out a butt plug. Dangling from the flared base of the black rubber was a bundle of two foot long horsehair. "From now on, whenever you are working you will be wearing your tail. You will only remove it when returned to your stall or instructed to by your owners. Since several of you are presumably backdoor virgins," he paused and gave a knowing wink at Sugarpuss, "we will start with a small sized plug and move up from there over a few days until you can easily accommodate your standard sized plug."

Achilles turned to Nicole. "On your knees, Princess." Nicole reluctantly complied. She dropped down into the dirt. Dilios shoved her over so that her face was pressed against the ground, then he stepped on her reins so that she couldn't lift her head. He reached over and grabbed her hips, turning her so that her upraised backside was on full display to the line of slaves. Then he spread her ass cheeks.

Achilles pulled a tail plug out of his bag. It was about three inches long and less than an inch wide at its widest, hardly bigger than one of the men's meaty fingers. He bent down and dribbled a blob of spit onto Nicole's puckered asshole.

"Unngh! Nnngh!" Nicole protested as she felt the man's finger spread the saliva around her tight hole. The tip of the plug pressed against her anus. "Nnngh! Nnngh!"

Smack! Smack! Dilios struck each of her ass cheeks with an open hand. "Don't clench! Relax!" Achilles warned.

Easier said than done, Nicole thought as the men spread her ass again. She was acutely aware of the spectacle she was making for the other slaves, bent over with her tight, brown hole the center of everyone's attention. Her face flushed as the butt plug prodded her again. She took a breath and did her best to relax. She felt the pressure increase and the tip pried its way into her anus. She groaned as the rest of the plug slid its way up into her ass and her ring closed around the narrower base at the bottom of the plug.

"Good girl," Achilles praised her as she was hauled up to her feet. She was dragged back to her place in line, the guards snickering at the funny wide-legged gait she now walked with. Nicole scowled. She'd like to see them try to walk with a finger up their ass and see how they managed.

Cookie was next. The girl was taken to get a drink and then dragged in front of the line to receive her tail. She put up more resistance than Nicole did, refusing to immediately drop to her knees when ordered. A kick to the back of the legs solved that problem. She tried to squirm out of the grasp of the one-eyed guard as he leaned over to spread her ass cheeks. This earned her several good, hard spanks. By this point Achilles was getting impatient.

"Fine. We'll go in dry then," he decided.

"Unnngh! Unngh!" Cookie begged. Her resistance melted away and she thrust her butt up into the air, but it was too late. The two men held her firmly in place. The tip of the plug prodded her ass and Cookie's begs turned to screams as the tail was crudely shoved up inside her. The guard pumped it in and out a few times before sinking it fully into her rectum. Her screams morphed to sobs as the guard hurt and humiliated her for daring to show defiance.

With yet another painful example given, there was no further resistance from the other girls, with the exception of Sugarpuss. The poor girl shied away from the slightest pressure against her bruised anus, screaming bloody murder as the guards attempted to force the plug into her. In fact, the stun baton that had sodomized her the previous night had been much larger and much more crudely inserted, but that hardly mattered today. Sugarpuss only succeeded in delaying the inevitable. The plug was rammed up into her dry hole, and her freshly spanked ass now glowed a lovely shade of red to go with it.

Once all the girls had been properly plugged, break time was over. Nicole groaned as she stood up on her tired, aching feet. The brief period of time she'd spent kneeling just helped to emphasize how sore her feet were once her weight was upon them again. The beam was hauled up to its starting height and a dozen miserable pony girls now stood at the ready, their pretty, new tails swishing playfully against the backs of their cruelly whipped thighs as they resumed marching.