BH Stables, Part 1

F m+ - Humilation - Domination - Non Consent - Pony - Punishment - Sadism

BH Stables

Tyrone began to wake from a deep sleep but felt like he was still dreaming.  He was in that lovely in between place where you want to stay in your dream. He didn’t want to wake up and tried to return himself back there. He tried but the reality of the waking world won, as it always does.  He would soon come round and wish he was anywhere but here.

He was seated in a soft chair, maybe a sofa but he had been secured somehow.  His arms were locked behind his back and a collar around his neck was attached to something behind him. His legs were spread, each tied to a leg of the chair.  There was something in his mouth pressing firmly on his tongue making it impossible to talk or call out. The only sounds he could make were from his throat and these were barely audible. In fact, he couldn’t make any noise because the chair he was in absorbed any movement he was able to make.  He couldn’t move his head forward enough to look down, but he thought he was naked. He was.

Panicking wouldn’t help him but it’s natural that he did.  How the hell had he ended up in this situation he wondered.  As he tried to recall how he got here he began to absorb the nature of his surroundings. He was in a huge barn. There was a long row of doors on the other side facing him. There was writing on each door, but he couldn’t quite make it out. There were various pieces of furniture and equipment scattered about as well lots of equipment on overhead rails.  It was warm.  He guessed he was still in Texas but of course didn’t know for sure.  There were several openings near the ceiling around the barn allowing shafts of light to illuminate the interior. He assumed it was early morning form the color of the light. It smelt musty.  He had the feeling he wasn’t alone there and thought he could hear some movement occasionally. Maybe it was mice.

Just as he thought he could remember something from the previous day, his thoughts were broken by the sound of a buzzer.  It lasted maybe ten seconds.  Almost immediately he could hear a lot of movement and the only place it could be coming from was behind the doors on the other side of the barn.

After a few minutes someone entered the barn.  It was a girl or woman; he couldn’t tell yet. As she came closer his heart almost stopped.  He recognized her.  It was Brigitte. She was only about 5 foot tall if that, with strawberry blond hair, tied up over her head with a hair clasp.  She wore a pair of black leggings and a V neck t shirt and a pair of sandals with maybe a two inch heel.  She was probably about 35, in good shape and had disproportionately large breasts for her height, and he knew because it was the first thing he’d noticed about her.  Even from where he was sat, he could make out the top of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, allowing her breasts to jiggle and swing gently like water balloons within the forgiving confines of her clothing as she moved.. It was a welcome distraction for Tyrone.  He had a date with her yesterday. He noticed she appeared to have a black leather whip attached to her belt about 25 inches long. She’s the reason he was here, he was in no doubt about that.  He expected her to come and explain what the hell was going on, but she acted like he wasn’t even there and headed straight for the row of doors. 

At the first door, she pulled a lever and took hold of a chain that was tied off outside it. She opened the door and what Tyrone saw shocked him to his core.  He was expecting to see a horse. What he saw was a 300 pound black man standing maybe 7 feet tall.  His arms were tied behind him. He was built like a brick shithouse.  It was clear Brigitte was holding the other end of a chain that was attached to this guy using a system of pullies. But almost as shocking was his footwear. He was standing in bright pink horse shoes.  They were maybe 5 inches off the ground at his toe however they forced him to stand like he was wearing a stiletto heel.  They reached up to just below his knee. And as if that weren’t enough he was wearing a bright pink chastity device.  A tube that covered his entire manhood.  It was pointing down in an unnatural angle in the same direction as his legs, clearly it was being held in this position somehow. Tyrone thought he was wearing pink ear studs, pink nipple piercings and a bellybutton chain with pink jewelry but believed maybe he was imagining it because he was quite a distance away. That’s a lot of pink he thought. The little line of hair he had was even colored pink. “Out  you come Queenie” he could clearly hear her bark. As she released the chain, he came out of the room backwards and then turned around and stood into some kind of foot stocks which she secured.  Then she released the chain from his collar and wound it back in.

Before she opened the next door, the light had improved enough for Tyrone to read the sign. It said “Duchess”.  The other doors read Millie, Dollie, Daisy and Poppy.  Duchess was let out and handled in exactly the same way as Queenie.  He was another huge black guy outfitted exactly the same  and if anything was a little bigger.

In less than five minutes she had five of them out.  They were all big black guys dressed in the most humiliating way possible and all controlled by this diminutive woman.  Their feet were locked into stocks  and arms  tied behind their backs. Their ages ranged from mid 20s to mid 40s he guessed. There was no one in the sixth stall or if there was, he wasn’t let out.  Tyrone began to join the dots. He fitted the profile.  He was a 6’4 black guy.  Was he going to be Poppy?

The spectacle was such that he’d almost stopped worrying about his own predicament. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any more bizarre another black guy, much smaller and skinnier, but trussed up like a dog, entered the barn.  His legs and arms were folded and secured in a such a way that he was no threat to anyone. He could only manage to waddle about like a lame animal. The only thing he had in common with the other guys was his skin color and his pink chastity tube and piercings.  Brigitte spotted him and threw something, “fetch Princess” she said  and he scampered after it.

Brigitte stood back from the five she had just let out.  “Good morning fillies” she began. They stood in silence and no little trepidation.  “We have a little situation this morning.” She continued using the tone of a head mistress scolding infants. “One of you was talking last night and as you know, fillies are forbidden from talking”.  The tension was building and the five guys were probably anxious about what was coming next. “We have two choices” she continued. “ Either the guilty party comes forward and accepts her punishment or we all receive the same punishment.”  Tyrone wondered what kind of sadist Brigitte was to keep these poor guys like this, clearly against their will in truly awful conditions and they were even forbidden from talking.  She had the opportunity to silence the ponies with a gag if she really  wanted their silence but there was something even more malevolent about allowing them the freedom to talk but punishing them if they did it. And how did she know who was talking he wondered, probably she had the place full with cameras and microphones he guessed.

 It was an easy choice for the ponies.  There was no advantage to not owning up apart from avoiding the wrath of your peers, not that they could do much about it.  “Nod your head if you’re guilty.” she said. One of the ponies began nodding. It was Dollie.  And in the best traditions of milking as much as you can out of a punishment, she told Dollie she’d have to wait to find out what it was.

Brigitte sat on a milking stool in front of her ponies to perform her next task.  She started again with Queenie.  She first removed the chastity device.  It just clicked off, she hadn’t even bothered padlocking it because she didn’t have to.  Then she produced a piece of jewelry that turned out to be a Prince Albert.  She pushed it through a piercing in Queenie’s penis.  Tyrone noticed again a little pink adornment on the ring.  Once inserted she played with the cock, using both hands. One fondling his balls and the other pulling his cock. He was soon hard and Tyrone wondered if this was the extent of his sexual satisfaction.  Once he was fully hard with cock pointing upward, she moved on and performed the same on the next pony. They were all hard when she’d finished fitting Daisy and it was clear all of these guys were well endowed. They looked like a minimum 8 inches with Millie supporting a huge, long and thick appendage, possibly over ten inches..  Horse cock Tyrone thought, how ironic. Without Brigitte’s physical attention they began to droop a little after a few minutes. 

It was punishment time for Dollie.  Brigitte disappeared behind him. Tyrone couldn’t make out what it was, but she seemed to be forcing something into his ass. His erection had fully wilted and it caused noticeable agitation as he grunted while she was pushing, being careful not to speak no doubt. Whatever it was, she seemed to be securing it and then testing it.  This must be some kind of device to exert control over him, Tyrone thought.  Dollie was literally double her size and she definitely wouldn’t stand a chance against him if he wasn’t restrained the way he was. Satisfied of her full control over him, she released his ankle stocks and he reversed out.  Brigitte grabbed his balls with her right hand and led him forward walking on his left. Of course this was unnecessary, she could have simply walked to where she wanted him but she was doing it because she could. It was a completely incongruous scene.  The petite blond leading this huge guy to his fate.  She had secured his boots with a  15 inch chain so he had to mince along.  This was likely to prevent him kicking her.  She didn’t take any chances. Tyrone noticed a few things he’d missed before.  His ass  was tattooed with the letters BH and some other smaller writing in what looked like a stamp or seal about the size of a jam jar lid.   Incredibly, the same letters were also very clearly marked on his penis, one above the other. Does she think she actually owns these guys? The ‘B’ must stand for Brigitte, Tyrone speculated.   Meanwhile she attached a chain to his collar and simply pulled him forward over a metal support, so he was almost bent double. The punishment began.  Using the whip on her belt she lashed him severely.  He let out a cry for each contact and little spots of blood began appearing.  The whip hit everywhere from the top of his boots to the top of his ass.

While Dollie was receiving his punishment, Tyrone’s attention was taken to something happening somewhere else in the barn.  A large Doberman dog had entered and immediately sought out Princess, the guy scuttling about like a dog.  What happened next was something Tyrone had never even heard of never mind witnessed.  The dog tried to mount Princess. It took several attempts, but it soon got into the position it was looking for and momentarily Tyrone glimpsed the dog’s cock.  It was huge with a massive bulge at the bottom.  He could only imagine the pain such an intrusion would cause.  Princess was moving in such a way to avoid what was coming however the dog overpowered him and the tip of its penis had found Princess’s anus. Slowly he pushed in while Princess howled.  The pitch of the cry heightened as  the inevitable bulbous head thrusted its way home.  Tyrone became aware that he wasn’t the only one watching this.  As he looked at the line of ponies, all of them were watching this guy being sodomized by a big dog. Could there be anything more humiliating than being reduced to a dog's bitch.  At least a real bitch would have the opportunity to reject the Doberman's advances, Princess clearly didn't. His cries mingled with Dollies who was coming near the end of his punishment.  As Brigitte led Dollie back to his position she didn't even acknowledge what was happening to Princess as if it was unremarkable. The Doberman was frantically fucking him with no sign he was anywhere close to finishing.  Princess appeared to momentarily attempt to escape from the rape by trying to get horizontal on the floor, perhaps hoping he could force the dog to pull out. This was something he had to abort each time he tried, as the huge dog was too powerful and simply pulled him back into the correct 'doggie position' with his ass high up and defeated, his face close to the floor. In fact, the fucking lasted over ten frantic minutes.  The dog visibly scratched both sides of Princess’s stomach as it dug into him for grip.  Princess was clearly traumatized by the experience, sobbing as he was when it was over.  The dog finally achieved what it had come for  and when it was over they would be joined for much longer while nature’s fail proof method of preventing cum leakage in dogs ran its course.  By the time they would separate, all the dog cum would be absorbed completely into Princess’s stomach.

Meanwhile, Brigitte had hooked up an enema into each pony’s anus. Looking up, Tyrone could see a container above each pony which looked like it was holding about four pints of liquid.  Whatever way the place was plumbed she was able to release the liquid into each of them at the same time.  The liquid emptied into them and soon Brigitte was behind them again removing the nozzles. The ponies knew to keep the liquid inside even though the pressure that amount of enema liquid must have been immense. Then she set off a countdown timer which Tyrone couldn’t see but later would learn lasted for ten minutes.  While they were holding their enema in, she went along the row placing a large tube in each mouth.  Some kind of food that seemed to have the consistency of porridge was available to each pony, it appeared to be slowly forced through the tube at a speed that allowed them to eat it.  As they ate a countdown buzzer rang out and without having to be told, all five released their enema at the same time. Their shit went everywhere but they still continued to eat through it. To stop eating would mean their food might end up on the floor and that was clearly something that would displease their mistress. Meanwhile she had disappeared, because she knew what was coming.  Some time later, she produced a high powered hose and began cleaning the shit off the ponies and used the spray to force the sewage into a drain.  

When the ponies had finished eating, Brigitte lowered what look like very heavy dumbbells.  She used a motorized winch and lowered the weights to about the level of each pony’s chest apart from one. The ponies would use these to carry out an exercise routine however the weights always remained connected to the pulley chains so they didn't have the opportunity of dropping them or using them as a weapon against Brigitte.  She must have had different plans for Daisy. Next she repeated what she’d done earlier with Dollie and inserted some kind of control device into each of their asses. Tyrone got a better view this time.  At its widest it appeared to be the size of a medium onion but tapered out in a pear shape and protruded from the anus.  'How the fuck can anyone take something that size in their ass' Tyrone thought.  At it's widest point it was thicker than any cock. He couldn’t see if there was any lubrication but he guessed not based on the reaction of the ponies to the insertion. She seemed to be able to secure them so they can’t be expelled using sphincter muscles.  The devices could be activated by a large button on her watch, and she tested each one after it was in place.  Any attempt to immobilize her would need to leave her in a condition where she was unable to press that button and it didn’t look like she took many chances. 

After about thirty minutes had passed the Doberman’s cock had shrunk enough for him to detach himself from Princess. As he pulled himself out Princess let out a yelp and his anus made a loud plop sound.  The bulb at the base was still hadn’t reduced much, it seemed the dog got bored and forced the separation.  Tyrone could see a mixture of blood and other fluid dripping down Princess’s legs.  Some of it made its way to Princess’s balls and even onto his chastity device.  The side of his chest and stomach was badly scratched and bleeding where the dog had been gripping him while he was fucking him.  He had noticed three other large dogs roaming about, one was a Boxer and the other a Great Dane and he had also seen a Rottweiler. Would they be fucking Princess too he wondered?  How had she attracted the dogs to Princess, because they all seemed interested in him. She must be using dog pheromones to give the illusion that Princess was ‘in heat’ he decided.  He was broken from this train of thought by the sound of Brigitte’s voice.

“Here girl” she called in a voice you would only use for a dog.  Princess did his best to make his way over although he wasn’t very fast bound up as he was and didn’t look very happy. Brigitte lifted a dog lead from a table clipped it on him when she met him.  

“Now let’s have you over here, I don’t you playing hard to get with Napoleon, Caesar or Rocky.”  With that she dragged him over to a post and hooked his lead to it.

Tyrone had noticed that the ponies had their hands secured in a backward prayer. Now she released all of their arms and gave them a few minutes to get the feeling back.  The four ponies with the weights began what looked like an exhausting exercise regime with a recording of Brigitte’s voice commanding them to lift, hold, up, down and so on.  The effort required to move these weights was clear to see and soon all four ponies were sweating profusely. The session lasted about 30 minutes. A screen recorded each pony’s lifts and faults.  Tyrone wondered what the consequence of a fault would be.  All five of the ponies were in fantastic condition, muscle from head to toe and this was part of the reason why.

Meanwhile she began what appeared to be an intensive grooming session on Daisy.  Tyrone wondered if each day one of the ponies received this while the others worked out. Daisy was strung up, arms above his head and legs spread wide. She left the barn and returned with a steaming pot of something which she began liberally applying to Daisy.  Everywhere from head to toe was painted with only the mane of hair  left free.  Even the beard area was painted.  It soon became clear what was happening.  She was applying hair removal wax.  What happened over the next ten minutes must have been agony as she used waxing strips to remove any hair from everywhere it grew, including under his arms, all pubic hair, legs, and face.  Having your head waxed must be particularly sore Tyrone thought.  Meanwhile the other four ponies were doing their best to keep up with the rigorous weight lifting exercises. The sun was rising and the sweat was pouring from them.  Daisy’s skin looked bruised in places as he endured this particular procedure.  He yelped as each strip was pulled from his skin but was careful not to make any noises that sounded like speech. Tyrone marveled at the control she exerted over this huge bull of a man.  When finished she spent some time clipping finger and toenails. She removed the shoes he was wearing and replaced them with new ones after hosing his feet.  For some reason she had applied red nail polish to his finger and toenails, even though they would soon be covered up.  This was clearly part of her strategy to further humiliate him maybe and undermine his sexual identity. The shoes were just like very high stilettos except without the support of the heel.  The sole was supported by means of an internal steel bar which rose at a remarkably steep angle forcing the wearer to support their weight on the balls of their feet.  The boot rose to just below the knee which she zipped up and at the top secured further with a strap  which was  buckled around the circumference at the top.  There was no way to get them off without your hands.  She then dyed his mane by simply painting dye directly onto his head.   Again, it was bright pink.    When she was finished Daisy’s skin was rubbed with oil and he shone like a statue in the bright morning sunlight.

What surprised Tyrone most was how it appeared these ‘ponies’ just accepted their fate.  No one in the real world would allow themselves to be treated this way.  But their options were very limited from what he had witnessed.  She had them double locked at all times and although he hadn’t seen it in operation, the device in their asses must be a very  strong deterrent against misbehavior because she would not allow them out of the foot stocks without it.  They could either do what she commanded or suffer the consequences. Again, he wondered what kind of sadistic mind would be driven to go to all this trouble to torment these poor guys.

Brigitte appeared to have completed her preparations on Daisy however the others were still busy finishing their workout. While Daisy recovered the sounds of sheer physical effort and pain was palpable. Half an hour of exercising like this was very demanding especially when you’re using the same muscles over and over, trying to keep up with a very demanding regime and given little time for recovery. To make matters even more challenging, the weights looked extremely heavy.  Despite this,  they seemed highly motivated to complete them properly. The ponies were doing their best to hold and lift for the required length of time. One of the exercises required them to hold the dumbbell straight out in front of them while a countdown of thirty seconds took place.  Then repeat with the other arm.  The monitor constantly updated showing a percentage score for each of them and ranked them 1 to 4.  Eventually the session ended, and the relief was almost tangible.

While they were still recovering Brigitte swiftly secured their arms as they were before.  Their hands were placed in leather mittens, locked at the wrist,  which where in turn bagged in a leather sleeve, again locked tightly and a hook at the top connected to a their leather collars using a short chain.  Needless to say, all these were pink. They offered no resistance.  She was very business like in her work and if she was taking any pleasure from this, she certainly didn’t show it.

The ponies were still sweating profusely and gulping air.  Their huge chests visibly expanding and contracting as they recovered.  Brigitte left the area and returned soon after with what looked like a large black dildo in one hand and a condom in the other.  She went straight to Daisy again and began playing with his balls and tugging at his cock.  Tyrone got the impression the ponies weren’t allowed much sexual relief under Brigitte’s regime, after all they were wearing chastity devices when they were brought out of their stalls earlier and they didn’t have any opportunity to touch themselves.  She held the condom in her mouth allowing her to use both hands on his cock.  Tyrone wondered if she planned to fuck him, why else bring a condom?  She had him hard in no time and it was noticeable that the other ponies reacted to this scene as each of their cocks stiffened. No doubt through a combination of being young virile men and the visual imagery of a pretty blonde interacting sexually with another guy.  He really hoped she would fuck him, he was also feeling the effects of this show as his cock reacted like the others, and like them, he couldn’t do anything about it, but what guy doesn’t want to look at something as hot as this?  It was noticeable just how small her hands were in relation to Daisy’s big column. She needed to use both to massage the shaft fully and one hand was certainly not big enough to hold his huge balls. She used both her thumbs to massage the shaft and he was soon producing precum which seemed to delight her.  She touched the top of his cock and moved her finger away creating a little bridge of the sticky fluid. At this point she opened the condom and rolled it along his shaft. It must have gone about half way down he estimated before it ran out of latex. “Good girl” she exclaimed, pleased with her work.  Brigitte disappeared behind him and switching on the black dildo, the low buzzing sound was quickly muffled as it entered Daisy’s anal passage.  She was milking his prostate.  Tyrone knew that this was an essential procedure for those who do not have any other sexual relief for a long period of time.  As far as he knew the recipient did not enjoy the pleasure you have with an orgasm brought on with contact with the cock, however it did release their cum.  Again, Brigitte was very business like and seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She manipulated the dildo against his prostate with her right hand and reached around with her left to simply hold Daisy’s cock.  She wanted to watch the condom fill up. Daisy was making lots of strange noises and eventually let out a long cry as his spunk pumped into the condom. She dropped his cock and  left him like that as she went to put away the dildo. 

“Now, let’s get your anal trainer back in” she announced when she returned. She inserted the chrome device into Daisy’s bottom and then slapped one of his cheeks, something Tyrone had noticed she was in the habit of doing. She removed the condom from his cock and held it up to the light for everyone to see.  There was a lot of jizz in there Tyrone thought.  "Lots of lovely horse milk" she said holding up her trophy. He was used to fucking or masturbating nearly every day, so his tank never got the chance to fill up that much so to speak.  Daisy had produced two or three times what Tyrone normally would.  

“You know the drill, ladies” she said. Whatever was about to happen clearly had happened before. She stood on a step to get herself close to eye level with Daisy, then  rolled back the condom and taking as much of the sticky stuff as possible on her finger, she rubbed it up inside Daisy’s nose. She did this several times and with both nostrils until  a little of it began running out. He didn’t move; however, he definitely didn’t look very happy about it.  To finish she wiped a line just above the upper lip. Then she put her finger in his mouth for him to remove any remaining residue. He’s going to have to smell his own spunk for the rest of the day Tyrone thought. But just when he assumed that was that, she moved her little step along to Queenie.  Again, she rubbed Daisy’s sperm up his nose repeating the procedure. She also rubbed some along the inside of his gums before moving on.  It doesn’t take much jizz to coat the inside of someone’s nose and gums so when she had finished repeating the procedure with the other ponies the condom was still half full.  

“Now look who the lucky girl is” she proclaimed to Dollie with more than some irony. 

Tyrone wondered what this ‘lucky’ break was going to mean for Dollie, but it wasn’t really hard to guess.  

“Open” she demanded and without hesitation Dollie’s mouth was wide and his tongue was out.  Brigitte rolled the condom inside out as the substance collected in a little pool in Dollie’s tongue.  Tyrone hadn’t noticed before that Dollie had a tongue piercing, one with a little pink ball at the end of the bar.  

“Swallow” she commanded and Dollie did exactly that.  To confirm he opened again for his blonde mistress. 

She now placed the empty condom in Dollie’s mouth and simply said “Again!”.  One gulp later it was in Dollie’s stomach.

“What a lucky filly you are to get the prize” she said as she stepped down.

Tyrone wondered what was next and how much more they would have to endure. She walked along the line of ponies and attached a small bell to each of their Prince Albert penis piercings.  She spent a minute with each of them weighing their balls in her little hands and pulling at their shafts.  When she was finished, they were all aroused to some degree.  She then linked all five of them together by connecting their collars to the one beside using a chain with a dog lead clasp at either end.  The back of Queenie’s collar was attached to the D link on the front of Duchess’s.  Each chain was about three foot long. Finally, she attached a long dog lead to the front of Queenie’s collar.  She released them from their foot stocks and led them into the middle of the barn. The little bells she had just added created the sound of a wind chime as they clip clopped along. The bottom of their horse shoes incorporated a real metal U shaped base that contrasted sharply with the tinkling of the bells. 

Just then Tyrone became aware that another of the dogs was attempting to mount Princess. It was the Rottweiler. This dog was huge and on its back legs would be as tall as any man and it must have weighed 150 pounds. Princess was trying to avoid it by getting his ass as close to the ground as possible making it difficult for the dog to enter him. However, in doing this, he had to spread his little legs even more. The dog was having none of it.  It began that low threatening growl that dogs do just before they attack. This was enough for Princess to make himself fully available.    “Be a good girl for Napoleon” Brigitte shouted over. He lifted his ass higher knowing he was defeated. The dog’s cock must have been nine inches excluding he knot at the bottom, even bigger than the Doberman.  The rape began and dogs don’t do foreplay.  It took only a minute or two for Napoleon to get his very large knot past Princess’s anal ring and then the fucking really began.  It pulverized him for at least 20 minutes and he screamed out with every thrust.  The ponies weren’t there to witness the full fuck however Tyrone was and after it was over it took another half an hour for separation to take place.

She had them stand side by side and simply barked “kneel!” while clicking her fingers and pointing at the floor and down they all went into a kneeling up position.  They’d definitely done this before Tyrone thought.  At this height their eyes were about level with Brigitte’s tits. But none dared look there, instead they all looked at the ground as she considered them, looking along the line.  Dollie’s cock had softened.  She used the top of her boot to lift his balls and made a tutting sound to portray mock disapproval. She walked to a cupboard and returned to Queenie.  Tyrone really shouldn’t have been surprised what came next.  She produced a tube of bright red lipstick and applied it to Queenie’s lips.  “Tight” she demanded as he stretched his lips to allow her to paint it on.  She moved along the row repeating the procedure. Next, she began applying eye makeup.  “We want to look pretty before we go outside, don’t we ladies” she announced before starting.  She applied bright orange to the top of their eyelids and heavy black mascara to their lashes. It looked like something a prostitute would wear. “Look how pretty you are, all the boys will want you” she told Queenie as she worked on her face. They barely had any eyebrows to shape, probably because they were removed during waxing. Finally. she commanded them to get up as she led them outside.  The juxtaposition of these huge strapping men, bulging with muscles and huge cocks however dressed in pink leather harnesses, earrings, bellybutton jewelry and pink nipple bars, pink hair, pink boots and wearing women’s makeup was difficult to reconcile. Their levels of compliance to Brigitte’s every whim reminded Tyrone of the control a lion tamer has in a circus. It looked incongruous; one person shouldn’t be able to control all these powerful animals but that’s exactly what was happening. 

She was outside for half an hour before she returned to the barn. She spent ten minutes brushing straw out of each of the stalls and replacing it and hosing the area down and sprinkling disinfectant.  Then she made her way over to where Tyrone was secured. She sat to his left next to him on the sofa. She crossed her legs toward him and placed her hand on his thigh. He could smell her perfume and it reminded him of their meeting yesterday.  She had pranged his car “accidentally” a week or so ago and she had flirted with him as they exchanged details. “I would love it if you’d let me make this up to you” she had said as she gave him her phone number on a post it note and a wink.  She squeezed had his hand as she stared up a him. When he looked down, he saw someone who looked like a younger Dolly Parton with come to bed eyes. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her t-shirt was tight enough to distract any guy. In Brigitte’s experience showing enough cleavage is enough to hook most men and that is how he ended up in her company for a ‘date’ yesterday.

“Hello Poppy” she said in a deadpan tone. 

Tyrone couldn’t speak because of the contraption in his mouth but congratulated himself on having already worked that he was Poppy. However, it was all a lot to take in, he didn’t think he’d be able to cope very well with what he had witnessed in the last hour or so. 

“I hope you don’t really think I was interested in you.”

He tried to respond but nothing came out.

“But I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on and why are you here” she continued.

“These animals are all rapists who managed to get off in court on technicalities. Just like you.”

“They all raped young white girls and one of those animals raped me.”

He didn’t see this coming.   Tyrone had been charged with rape a few years before and if he was being honest, he was guilty.  It was a white girl he met in a bar and he had forced himself on her.  He’d almost forgotten about it but at the time couldn’t believe his luck when it turned out the police officer who arrested him did so without a warrant. Otherwise he’d have been looking at 20 years jail time.

He wondered which of them had raped her.

“They all must pay for what they have done, and you will too.” 

She reached for his balls with her left hand. His legs were spread so it was easy to scoop her hand under them. She fondled them gently. 

“These won’t be getting very much action for some time” she said while giving them a much tighter squeeze.

Her hand moved up to his shaft.

“This will have to go.” She was playing with his foreskin, pinching it between her thumb and index finger.  

For a moment he thought she meant to remove his cock, but guessed she was probably referring to his foreskin.  He did notice all the other guys  were circumcised. But who the hell did she think she was making decisions like that about his body?

“You don’t need to know where you are, what is going to happen to you or for how long you’ll be here. Animals like you have no rights, only their debt to society to repay” She said.

“Look at how much trouble this has got  you into” she said yanking at his shaft. He was still trying to digest everything that he’d seen and what she just told him.  He was in shock, but he felt his cock stiffen before she pulled her hand away.

“We’ll get you prepped in the next few days and you can start your new life with the other fillies  soon."

"I'm not sure how much you'll enjoy being here but you can feel good inside knowing that you are finally doing the right thing by atoning for your mistakes"

“I think it’s time to show you your new quarters, but I need to fully secure you first.” She said cheerfully.  

She hopped off the sofa and went to fetch something at the other end of the barn.  Tyrone admired how her ass swayed as she walked away.  Her black leggings didnt hide much and any red blooded male would be attracted to her no matter what the circumstance.  She was a perfect little package. Even in his current predicament, he couldn’t help thinking he’d like to fuck her.  “If I ever get a chance with her, she’ll know what rape is.” he thought. 

“Now let’s get you plugged up with an anal trainer” she announced with a smile, showing him what appeared to be one of the pear shaped devices that she had pushed into the asses of the other ponies.  He could see it was made of chrome  and was far too big to fit in anyone’s ass he thought. It even had something that resembled the stem of a pear.  That must be some kind of transmitter he supposed.  Tyrone had never had anything in his ass before, so this was going to be a baptism of fire so to speak.  “Is she really thinking of putting that inside me” he thought knowing that that was exactly what she was planning.

His legs were still secured to the legs of the large sofa and his neck attached to the wall by means of a collar and chain and his arms locked behind his back.  The chain attached to his collar turned out to be extendable.  She released enough of it to allow him to stand up while still attached to the wall.

“Good girl” she said.  

Of course, Tyrone had noticed the constant feminization of the other ponies and now of himself.  He still wondered what this was meant to achieve but of course was in no position to complain.

Now in the standing position she stood in front of him and if you didn’t know better, you’d think she was just hugging him. He towered over her being as  he was 6’4 and her head was only level with his chest. She stood there, her blonde hair contrasting sharply with his black skin as she pressed the right side of her head against his huge naked chest. She was so tight to him that he could feel her tits pressing into him. In this position she had full access to his anus.  She had decided that a dab of lubricant was something that would help move things along expeditiously just this once. She probed his hole with her left hand forcing a latex gloved finger to break through. He had clenched as tightly as he could to prevent the intrusion but this was a battle with only one winner. Coated with Vaseline she soon had two, then three fingers in.  He grunted and groaned as she continued with the invasion. She had small hands and she estimated her clenched fist wouldn’t be much bigger than the chrome plug. She moved around a little to give herself the leverage she needed to force her hand in fully.  Meanwhile Tyrone was sweating profusely and making guttural grunts from the back of his throat.

“It’s not nice having something forced inside you, is it?” she asked rhetorically while his anal muscle clenched around her wrist.

He couldn’t reply but prayed this ordeal would be over soon.  He could feel her moving her hand inside him like he was a glove puppet and there was nothing he could do about it. 

"Have you ever had anything in your ass before?" she asked.  He shook his head immediately.

"Well isn't it wonderful to experience new things." She twisted her hand inside him as she spoke and stretched her fingers out fully.

"You'll get used to having things in your bottom from now on, I bet after a while you wont even notice them." 

After what seemed an eternity, she pulled her hand out making a really loud plopping sound. She quickly followed up with the chrome plug.  It was lubricated also and returning to the hug position she was able to force it home using both hands. She removed her latex gloves and pressed a button on her watch. He could feel the device move inside him.

“That’s it locked in position now” she announced.  “You can try to expel it but you won’t be able to” He guessed the radio-controlled device had changed shape inside him making it impossible to push out.

“For your information I use it to help ensure the smooth running of this operation, to ensure compliance and make sure every thing is as efficient as I  need it to be.  I cant have one of my ponies letting down the rest of the team so I'm sure you'll agree that anyone who gets it, deserves it.  I also use it for behavior modification, but only for ponies that don't know how to behave properly, obviously. And the good news is I only use it  as a last resort and when I use it, it only has one setting: ‘agony’. Trust me, you don’t want to find out what it feels like.”

Tyrone wanted to say "Don't try to make out you're somehow doing me a favor putting this fucking thing inside me. I don't want or need my behavior modified you fucking psycho bitch." But of course he couldn't.  In fact just a few minutes ago he'd been thinking about putting something big in Brigitte's ass but he didn't think that made them equal.

“Let’s get you over to your new home” Brigitte said.

With that she chained his feet together allowing him to walk small steps but not to kick out.  Then with a long dog lead attached to his collar  she led him to the door that said ‘Poppy’.

It was a stall about 6 foot by 6 foot with nothing inside apart from a chain and a two photos in laminate frames.

"I hope you're going to love your new abode" she said.

As he had witnessed earlier, she used a chain on a pulley to secure the other ponies in the stalls.  She attached it to his collar and was able to wind it in from outside.  Tyrone found himself standing about 2 feet from a wall made of breeze blocks unable to sit down or turn around.  The walls were painted a pastel pink color.

The only thing that broke the façade was the photos.  Both featured Brigitte.  In the first one she was standing looking very stern and mean wearing tight black clothing, heeled boots, and her whip in hand and arms crossed staring straight back out at him.  A reminder to him of who was boss if he needed one.  The other photo was a little more shocking.  It showed a large black cock with the BH tattoo along the shaft. The B was above the H.  On the left side of the BH in small lettering were the words “Property of” and on the right side “Stables”.  The cock was being held in a small white hand.  No prizes for guessing who owned the hand.  It was hard not to look at both the pictures and think of what they represented. He was unable to even turn around enough to remove it from his field of vision, his only choice was to close his eyes.  

She stood behind him to ensure he was secured properly. “I’m a big fan of minimalism for my pets, I hope you are too.”

“If you need to use the toilet then just go where you are.  Obviously you can’t shit with your anal trainer in however it’s normally only in for 12 hours a day and you can shit as much as you like then but remember you will be sleeping on the floor later so don’t shit where you want to sleep.” She was explaining all this as if she was the owner of a guest house. “You’ll notice there isn’t any toilet paper, that’s because animals don’t use paper” she added.

There was a thin layer of hay and sawdust on the floor, not even a mattress to rest on.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be back in a bit. She smacked his ass  and locked his door as she left. He stood there for what must have been two hours or more.  That isn’t normally a long time if you are relaxing, reading, working, watching television etcetera, however standing looking at a wall with a chain around your neck and your arms locked up your back, two hours is a very long time. 

 Surely she cant expect me to stand here like this, it’s inhuman he thought. However Brigitte was a busy lady and she didn't give a second thought about such trivial things. Eventually he heard her heels in the distance and he wasn’t sure  if he should be relieved or worried.

“Hello Poppy, have you been a good girl?” she said on entering the stall.  She released the chain from outside and allowed Tyrone to reverse out.  He wondered about getting the opportunity to free himself. Would he ever get it and would she be able to overpower him with the thing in his ass?  He knew he’d have to bide his time and wait for his opportunity. She released his chain and replaced it with the dog lead.  She took him to a bar built into the floor about 3 feet high.  There was absolutely no possibility of escape when she had him triple secured with his arms, legs, and the anal control device. She locked his legs to it spreading them wide apart. She then bid him to bend over and secured him to the ground chaining his collar to an eye bolt. She pulled up a small stool behind him. In this position she could see the antenna of the anal controller protruding from his anus and watched as his big balls swayed gently before her.

He could feel her wiping one of his buttocks with what smelt like an alcohol cleaner. She didn’t tell him, but he soon worked out she was tattooing something on his ass.  He was sure it was the same tattoo the other ponies had.  He hadn’t seen it close up but it definitely had the letters BH in a circle.  So here he was being marked like a piece of cattle completely against his will. She didn't even have the manners to tell him what she was about to do never mind ask him.  And he knew this wasn’t the worst of what was coming his way. As soon as it was done, she released him and took him back to the pulley system outside his stall door.  She secured him as she had the other ponies.  His feet were locked in stocks with his legs spread uncomfortably wide.  She attached his wrists to overhead cables before  releasing him from his back prayer and  before he could get the feeling back in them she used  the pulleys to raise them tightly above his head.

First she fed him.  He was really hungry. She inserted a feeding tube in his mouth and turned on a pump.  He could feel the vibrations  as the food was delivered into his mouth slowly. “Eat it all” she commanded. It really was stodge.  It looked like cold porridge and tasted even worse. God only knows what’s in it he thought.  There was plenty of it and hungry as he was, if he had a choice he would have declined after the first mouthful.  Eventually he finished the lot and was rewarded with a substantial drink of water.

She began with the all over body waxing.  This was exactly what happened to Daisy earlier, so he knew what to expect however nothing could prepare him for the pain, it was still agony, especially his head and beard.  His suffering didn’t appear to have any impact on Brigitte, she behaved like it was entirely normal behavior, humming a happy tune. He felt like his skin was on fire and he wondered if all his hair would ever grow back.

Next, she appeared with a tray full of needles and jewelry.  Holy cow, she’s going to start piercing me he correctly predicted. She removed what she called his ‘tongue trainer’, the device that had pressed his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. That was a huge relief however she warned him of the consequences if he tried to talk.  He’d already seen the whipping she’d handed out earlier for talking so had no plans to antagonize her.  He was aware the other ponies had piercings to their ears, tongue, nipples, belly button and cock.  Never having been pierced, he was particularly dreading the work she would do on both his tongue and cock.  The piercings happened remarkably quickly, and she really appeared to know what she was doing. She had them all done in about 20 minutes including fitting all the awful  body jewelry. Mostly there was little pain however the tongue piercing was really sore, and he could feel it swell soon after she’d done it. “As a special treat I’m going to give you another piercing, I know the other ponies will be jealous and all the boys will love it” she gushed like they were best friends. With that she added a final little pink stud to the right side of his nostril.

Next, she maneuvered him over to a large table. She secured him to on his back with his legs hanging over the side of it.  It was very uncomfortable as she had returned his arms behind his back. He’d made his mind up to just go along with whatever she said. He would have to bide his time and hopefully get his chance when she made a mistake.  He could see resisting her was futile for the moment and if he was compliant, she was more likely to relax and maybe drop her guard.

She attached his collar to an eye bolt on the table and strapped his legs apart using restraints built into the table. Next, she used the Prince Albert piercing to pull his penis down between his legs by attaching it to a chain and hook on the table. In this way the skin on his penis was pulled taught which would allow her to tattoo it without having to stretch the skin on the organ herself.  It took her about an hour although she did go out to check on the other ponies from time to time.  Tyrone became aware that the human dog Princess was being fucked again by a dog.  He couldn’t see it, but he could hear it.  He wondered how many times a day he had to endure that and wondered if any of the ponies would choose to swap places with him.

When she had finished tattooing her mark on his cock, she released his Prince Albert but kept him restrained in the same position.  “You’re going to be the prettiest filly in the stable” she announced with a little excitement in her voice.  Tyrone didn’t know what she had in mind but was sure he wouldn’t like it. “You are going to be the first filly to get her very own stocking top tattoo with a lovely feminine lace bow and a black seam going down each leg.”  All Tyrone could think about was how much it was going to cost him to get these removed when he finally escaped.  But he didn’t say anything, he knew there was no point.  Doing the stocking tattoo eventually took several days and an awful lot of pain both physical and emotional. When she finally had completed it she added new photos to his stall that showed Tyrone standing ass facing the camera  in his high heel pink boots and the beautifully intricate pattern of a stocking top and lace bow on each leg, also visible was the BH tattoo on his ass.  Brigitte posed in the  photo with whip in hand in full riding gear including jodhpurs and riding cap. Another photo of his fully waxed pubic area and tattooed cock was hung next to it.  It showed a proud looking Brigitte sitting on an ornate  chair in front of him holding a chain connected to his Prince Albert. His thick cock was pulled down over her shoulder.  Her big boobs were on display in a half open blouse and low cut bra.  She had applied lip gloss and looked like a very attractive indeed.  He knew that this photo would torment and tease him in equal measure as he was forced to look at it in the time ahead. How he would like to force his cock into her lovely little mouth. The photo simply had the title ’Poppy’ at the top and ‘Proud Owner’ printed below.

Back to the present day.  Brigitte worked on his tattoo but was constantly leaving to attend issues with the other ponies, so her progress was hampered.  It had been a very long day for Tyrone and staring at the ceiling in his current position he was aware of the movement of the sun and although he had no way to tell the time he guessed it was coming into early evening, perhaps 6 or 7pm. Brigitte reappeared with the ponies lined up and linked together just as they had left this morning except they were in reverse order with Daisy first and Queenie last.  They must have been outside for maybe 10 hours he estimated. They looked so exhausted they could barely walk and their makeup had mostly come off. “Come on ladies” Brigitte snapped, impatient with their apparent lack of enthusiasm.  “Heads up, have some self-respect” she yelled. In a few minutes she had them back in the ankle stocks outside their stalls. 

Once she had them secured she stood back about 10 feet in front of them.  Using her very best teacher’s voice she launched into a stinging verbal assault.

“You animals are here to pay for your crimes” she began

“I will not tolerate sluggish, lethargic and lazy behavior.” 

At this point she produced a piece of paper which showed the scores from this morning’s dumbbell exercise session.

“This is not a holiday camp and to say I am disappointed with some of your performances is the understatement of the year.

“You all know why you are here.  It’s not to just pass your time causally.  You really need to prove to me that you want to make up for what you’ve done and so far I’m not convinced.”

“Three of you have failed to meet the target of 95%.  That is simply not good enough! I will not be cheated by you and you will have to make up for that disgraceful listless performance.”

“Millie, you are the only one to meet the target and just about, I want it improved tomorrow morning.  You three, Queenie, Duchess and Dollie must up your game and will all repeat the exercise you did so poorly at this morning.  If you fail to meet the target again you know there will be serious consequences.”

You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. The ponies had just endured maybe ten hours of what Tyrone guessed must have been very strenuous work based on their condition on returning back inside.  He didn’t even want to think what awaited him out there. And this crazy bitch was determined to grind them into the ground. Was it not bad enough that she’d presumably kidnapped these guys, completely dehumanized them, forced them to shit where they slept,  humiliated them dressing them in pink, caging their cocks, the ridiculous names she gave, depriving them of intimacy, worked them to the bone, secured them in unnatural positions all day long and made them live like animals. He could feel his anger rising. And now she was forcing them to repeat these pointless exercises just because they'd failed to meet some arbitrary target she'd made up for them.  How dare she, she was the one that should be in prison for these awful crimes.  But his reality was he was chained to a table with a device up his ass that he guessed could immobilize him even if he could get free.  But he was feeling his anger rise.  He certainly wasn’t used to being submissive to women. More like the other way around, he had always dominated women, used them abused them, used words like ‘bitch’ when he spoke to them and fucked them when he wanted.  He usually referred to women like Brigitte as 'white meat'.  Something inside him had switched from a few hours ago when he planned to go along with things and take his chance when it arrived.  It was probably the realization of the complete control she exercised over these guys and the fact they appeared incapable of any resistance to her and there was absolutely nothing they could do but obey her.  

Just as he started fantasying about how he’d love to strangle her and make her suffer a slow death he noticed she had started removing their Prince Albert jewelry and refitting their chastity tubes. He wondered if the each had their own tube or she just fitted them at random, he didn't like the idea of having his cock in a tube used by another guy, it sounded a bit gay to him.  So far he hadn’t been given one but he expected it would happen soon.  Only once Millie had been secured using the chain from his cell did she remove his anal trainer.  “Good night fillie” she said as she slapped his ass and she reeled him in.  Just like Tyrone earlier she kept him chained close to the wall meaning he couldn’t sit or lie down. He remained standing in his pink boots, I bet he’d love to get those off, he thought. 

Bad as Millie’s situation was he wouldn’t have swapped places with the others. Exhausted as they were they began their dumbbell exercise routine again. For the next half hour, the sounds of grunts, hrrmph and umphs were all he could hear, as their  physical exertion filled the barn. Every inch of their skin was saturated with sweat.  Meanwhile Brigitte sat on a comfortable chair reading a book.  Or at least pretending to.  Tyrone had changed his mind; she was really enjoying it on some level.  He hated her.

The exercise session ended but Brigitte still wasn’t happy.  One of the ponies had failed again.  It was Queenie.  She secured their arms behind their backs again but led Queenie into the center while the others looked on. 

“You’re not going to like this Queenie but you have no one to blame but yourself. I have tried to help you by giving you chances but you throw it in my face with a performance even worse than this mornings.”

At that she pressed something on her watch which must have activated the anal trainer.  Queenie collapsed on the floor thrashing about so much she was unable to even let out a cry.  It’s hard to describe the effect it had on him but it looked like he’d been struck by lightening.  After about ten seconds Brigitte turned it off. It probably felt like it was on for an eternity for Queenie.  He just lay there on the floor whimpering and shaking and crying.  Brigitte was unaffected by his condition and left him there while she went to place Duchess and Dolly in their stalls. Fifteen minutes later she returned to Queenie.  “Up!” she commanded and he got to his feet albeit very shakily. She led him to his stall and locked him in, again he was standing two feet from the wall.  How cruel can you be Tyrone thought, not even allowed to sit or lie down after all they’d been through.

Now she returned to Tyrone. She brought a chastity tube and a pair of pink boots  with her.  Lying on the table she booted him up and after removing his Prince Albert allowing her to lock him in chastity.  Tyrone wondered about the necessity of chastity devices anyway, how could you get yourself off tied up as he was, maybe she thought the ponies would be humping the floor or rubbing against the wall.  Maybe she was doing it just because she could. The boots felt fine while his legs were hanging over the table but he knew the real test would be when he stood up.  He didn’t have to wait long to find out. She pulled him up and he immediately was struck by how much taller he was. He must be close to 7 foot now he thought.  The next thing he noticed was the angle of his feet in the shoe. The felt like they were close to vertical.  This required a lot more focus on balance.  He thought he’d never be able  to get used to them. Walking in them was not easy either.  Brigitte had him walk up and down the barn for ten minutes. She made him march raising his knees so his thigh leg was parallel to the ground. He was aware that it used muscles he didn’t use much and the would cause pain, especially in the short term.  The practice session didn’t last long but unfortunately she made him keep them on.  Soon he was back in his stall. Again chained close to the wall.  There was no lighting in there either.  She slammed the door behind him.  It was completely silent even though he knew the other ponies were right beside them they didn’t dare say a word. He needed to shit, it was his first opportunity as she had only just taken out is anal trainer.   He had to go so he went as close to the wall as he could. Of course he couldn’t clean himself. The smell sickened him but what could he do. Even twenty minutes standing in these awful boots was taking its toll on him as he did his best to get as comfortable as he could in them. Surely she cant expect me to sleep standing up like this he thought. His anger began rising again.  He wanted to spit at the photos Brigitte had hung on his wall but had seen enough of her to fear the consequences. After about an hour at what Tyrone guessed was about 9pm the chain that held him so close to the wall was released and he had the ‘freedom’ to sit down or even lie down on the little bit of straw on the ground.  He positioned himself as far away from where he had shit as he could and quickly dozed off.  And so ended the worst day of his life. 

To be continued.....

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