Chapter 5
Deborah and Chrissie were still sleeping deeply when they were woken by Winston and Wesley as they climbed down a long ladder into the cavernous hold. Their clanking footsteps echoed around the deep, steel-walled chamber. They jumped off the bottom of the ladder onto the steel-plated floor. Winston threw a heavy switch that hung from a rusty gantry and some dim, yellow lights flashed on and glowed amid circling clouds of dust. The two men strode over to Deborah and Chrissie between huge piles of grain that stretched back like pyramids into the darkness beyond the lights.
Wake up bitches! You’ve got work to do!
Deborah jumped up, naked except for her torn white stockings and suspender belt.
Where are you taking us? You must let us go. Please -
Winston kicked out at her and knocked her backwards into the pile of loose grain.
You’ll find out soon enough. Now, come over here, on your knees! And stop whining! He turned to Chrissie who was wiping her smudged eyes. You as well tart!
Both of them crouched on all-fours and crawled over to him.
Pretty pair eh Wesley?
Wesley laughed as he dragged over a metal cart with long handles and two wheels.
Yes, pretty little ponies.
He fetched another cart and wheeled it alongside Deborah. She raised her head to see what he was doing but Winston kicked out at her again and she flinched and looked down at the floor.
Wesley pulled one of the carts behind Deborah and lashed some thin, leather leashes to the handles.
Back up here little pony, he ordered.
Deborah looked around but he shouted angrily.
I said back up, not look around! Do what I say!
Looking ahead fearfully, she started to move backwards slowly as he gave her more instructions.
To your left, slowly, back up more ...
She felt his domination and followed his orders blindly. It was as though she was an animal in his service, she could only respond to his will and when he told her to stop she did so instantly.
Wesley led the leather leashes on the handles under her hips. He knotted them then pulled them tightly between her legs, folded them onto the small of her back then secured them to another leash that he stretched between the two handles. As he tugged on the straps, she felt the smooth leather pulling between the soft folds of her shaved cunt and, when he twisted the last knot tight, the leather pinched the edges of her naked labia and made her cry out.
Quiet while you have your bridle fitted!
Wesley yanked her head back and held a leather bridle in front of her face. It had several shiny straps, one broader than the rest, and two shiny rings with a steel bar stretched between them.
Open your mouth pony.
Deborah’s eyes widened as she opened her still sore mouth.
Open your mouth wide.
She dropped her jaw and spit dribbled over her bottom lip and ran to the ground in a long, sticky thread.
Wesley drew the bridle across her face. The thicker strap stretched across her forehead and tightened at the back of her head as he pulled the metal bit between her teeth. He yanked the thin straps on the bridle rings and buckled them together at the back of her neck.
Walk forward!
She edged forward and the straps around her waist cut into her skin as she took up the weight of the cart. It was heavy but she braced herself and clenched her teeth around the metal bit until finally it began to move.
Too slow! I can see you need some encouragement little pony. Wesley! Fetch me the driving whip!
Wesley handed him a long leather whip. It had a stiff, braided handle that tapered to a frayed and broken end. He pulled it back and cracked it behind his head.
Deborah tried again, bending her elbows and straining to move forward but it was not enough and, as she took a deep breath and tensed her muscles for another effort, she felt the stinging blow of the whip fall across her harnessed buttocks.
Crack!
The frayed end cut across her skin and, as he snapped it back, it cracked and burned her with a deep, penetrating pain.
Get moving pony!
Deborah fought against the pain, crouching lower and pulling as hard as she could, but her knees were sore and the cart was heavy and she knew she was not moving it fast enough for him.
Crack!
The whip cracked across her buttocks again and she tensed them together and twisted to the side in agony.
Get going bitch!
Crack!
She bit hard onto the metal across her mouth and moved forward.
Stop!
She dropped down on her elbows, panting and gasping as spit dribbled from her mouth.
Now harness our other pony!
Wesley made Chrissie back up between the shafts of the other cart but when he pulled the straps between her legs she twisted away in panic.
Get back here tart! Get back into your harness!
She stared at him for a moment, her face filled with fear, then made a dash for the bottom of the pile of grain. He chased after her and grabbed her by the hair. She tried to pull away, spinning around desperately but he held on and her hair spun up tightly until she could no longer move. He dragged her back to the cart, let go of her hair then wrapped his arm beneath her hips and lifted her off the ground, holding her buttocks high as she kicked and fought against his powerful grip.
Give her a few lashes, perhaps that will make her more obedient.
Winston laid the whip against her wriggling buttocks then drew it back. He held it there as she wriggled and screamed frantically, then he changed his mind and threw it down.
I think a spanking would be better for a disobedient tart like this. I want to save the whip for when she is harnessed and working.
Wesley smiled and hoisted her buttocks higher. Winston smoothed his large, black hand across her bottom, feeling her taut skin and running his fingers between the tight crack.
Are you ready to be harnessed tart?
She struggled and screamed and threw her arms about frantically. He smiled, pulled his hand back and brought it down fiercely.
Smack!
She screeched as his hand smacked down and she flailed her legs out, kicking and struggling against Wesley’s powerful grip.
Smack!
She screamed again and stretched her legs back as the pain surged through her body.
Smack!
Every time his hand smacked down she screamed louder and stretched her legs out more.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She kept screaming but gradually her legs relaxed and she dropped her feet to the floor, bending her buttocks more tightly and opening her thighs.
Smack!
This time she only moaned and her thighs fell wide apart.
Snack!
His hand smacked against the exposed flesh of her cunt.
Smack!
She hardly made a sound and her buttocks opened more as if she was willing him to smack her cunt.
Smack!
He smacked her fully across her fleshy cunt and this time he did not pull his hand back. He kept it there and probed his fingers around her swollen outer labia then pressed them into the fleshy furrow. She raised her buttocks higher as he plunged his finger into her vagina and she dropped her head to the floor as he bent down and started licking around her dilating anus.
Deborah watched as he licked her deeply and she lifted her own buttocks higher as if imagining it was her being probed by his long tongue. Suddenly, he broke away as if bored.
Now harness the tart!
Wesley dragged her across to the cart and pushed her backwards between the handles. Her hair hung down across her dirty face as he tied her in and Deborah saw the glistening wetness between her upturned buttocks as he pulled the strap tightly between her legs
Winston cracked the whip across Deborah’s buttocks.
Crack!
Now my little pony, back up here for your first load.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The whip burned her flesh as she struggled to back the cart. Her knees were so sore and the strap between her legs cut deeply between the furrow of her cunt as she tried to push backwards.
Stop!
She stopped obediently.
This grain has to be moved from here, to over there.
He pointed across the dark hold.
And you two little ponies will move it!
Wesley took a smooth handled shovel and loaded grain into her cart, filling it to the brim.
Crack!
Now pull pony! Pull!
Deborah dropped her shoulders and pulled with all her strength. The cart would hardly move to start with but, as she strained and dropped her shoulders lower, she managed to get the wheels turning.
Winston followed her across the hold, snatching the whip back and cracking it across her buttocks whenever she slowed down and kicking at her of she steered herself from a straight line. When he ordered her to stop she was exhausted and her elbows collapsed throwing her face-forward onto the dusty ground. The musty smell of grain filled her nostrils and she choked as she panted and gasped for breath and dribbled around the metal bit that cut into her mouth.
Stand on hind legs pony and unload your cart!
She struggled to get back onto all-fours.
On hind legs!
She tried to stand but the straps around her waist twisted in the shafts of the cart and tightened, pinching the skin of her hips and grabbing at the edges of her cunt.
On your hind legs pony!
The pain in her labia sent shivers through her body as she struggled to her feet. The thin, leather straps pulled at them and pinched the naked flesh but she clenched her teeth onto the bit and managed to get up. As she stood up, the grain tipped from the back of the cart and she fell backwards as the weight was released. The straps pulled at her more tightly and she opened her legs to ease it but it was so great that, for a moment, she did not dare move.
Back for another load pony!
As she got down on all-fours again, the straps untwisted and the pain eased. As Winston drove her back to the pile of grain, she passed Chrissie as Wesley whipped her bottom with a rope to keep her going. Her dirty face looked pained and tired and her dark, blackened eyes stared forward anxiously. She dropped on her elbows from fatigue and, as Wesley thrashed her and she tried to drag herself forward again, her hard nipples scraped across the rusty, steel floor.
They were made to work for hours, if Deborah slacked or moved too slowly she was punished with the cracking whip and when Chrissie dropped onto her elbows she was thrashed with the rope.
Every time Deborah had to stand to empty her cart the pain from the twisting strap between her legs grew stronger as it tightened and pinched her naked flesh but, as she strained against it, she felt again the strange desire for more. As the sensation spread across her, she found herself labouring harder and pulling the cart quicker so that she could feel the sweet pain of the twisting strap. Each time she tipped the cart back she stood up straighter and squeezed herself more keenly against the entwining strap and, when she felt it cutting into her, she opened her legs a little more and let it dig deeper.
They were tied up to a steel stanchion and two buckets of water were put in front of them. Deborah managed to squeeze her tongue past the bit and lap at the water but Chrissie just stayed on all-fours looking ahead vacantly. Deborah pushed herself against Chrissie but she did not respond. A rush of panic flooded through her as she nudged herself insistently against Chrissie’s unresponsive body. When the buckets were taken away they were put back to work.
As Deborah strained to pull the cart, she felt as if she was a pony, driven by a cruel master to labour relentlessly. She imagined herself harnessed to the cart every day and driven out by the cracking whip. Each time she reared back to empty the cart she imagined herself prancing in front of her master and each time she felt the twisting straps against the swollen edges of her cunt, she imagined it being filled by a stallion that her master had selected for her. Her mind was saturated with images of being thrust from behind with a huge cock and she felt her cunt warming and, when she stood back to empty her cart, she felt wetness dribbling from it, running out over the pinching straps and trickling down the insides of her aching thighs.
Suddenly, Wesley started shouting angrily.
This one’s not working hard enough! I think she needs a dousing!
He picked up one of the buckets of water and threw it over Chrissie’s face. The water drenched her hair and it hung down in wet tangles across her dirty, dripping face.
Deborah looked into her eyes and saw only hopelessness and despair.
That’s not enough. She needs waking up properly.
He threw more water over her then unharnessed her, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs wide.
Winston whipped Deborah and kept her hauling the heavy cart as Wesley held Chrissie’s legs up high and forced his thick, black cock into her cunt. He held her legs up by her ankles and thrust at her until, as she cried out loudly, he pushed it as deeply inside her as he could and finished. He pulled his cock out and made her suck it until it became stiff again, then he turned her over, held her buttocks apart, and drove it into her anus. He wrapped his arms beneath her hips and lifted her up so that he could get it as deep as possible and, when he was ready to finish, he pulled it out and splashed his spunk over her back and into her hair. When he let her go she fell onto her side, groaning and breathless with her knees bent up to her chest.
Winston threw his whip down and stood over Deborah.
Follow me little pony and watch.
He strode over towards Chrissie and Deborah crawled behind him, dragging the cart and squeezing her buttocks against the pinching strap between her legs.
He grabbed Chrissie by the hair and pulled her up.
On your knees pony! On your knees!
She struggled onto all-fours and, still holding her long, wet hair, he straddled her and wedged his legs against her hips.
He turned to Deborah.
What do you think of my little pony? Do you want to watch her fucked by a stallion?
Deborah bit onto the metal bar in her mouth and edged forward. The weight of the cart pulled the straps tightly around her waist and, as she moved her legs to crawl forward, the leather thong pinched into her outer labia.
Come closer little pony. Come and see what the stallion has got to offer her.
She moved again and clenched her teeth tightly against the unforgiving bit, biting onto it and stroking her wet tongue against it. Winston directed her until she was at right angles to Chrissie and, when he got her close enough for her face to touch his leg, he made her stop. She spread her shackled wrists wide as he undid his trousers and pulled out his hard, black cock.
Her eyes widened as he pulled his hands along its length and the throbbing glans swelled as he squeezed the shaft. When he drew his hands down and pressed at the base it pulsated along its full length and, as he wrapped his fingers around his heavy balls, she saw the raised veins pounding as his cock continued to grow.
Are you ready little pony? Are you ready to see what it’s like to be fucked by something this big?
Deborah wanted to lick her tongue out to it. She wanted to drool over it and slaver her lips along its length then she wanted to hold it in her hands and feel its throbbing veins. She squeezed her buttocks together and felt the strap tighten but it was not enough. A burning heat was boiling up in her cunt and the pinching of the strap was not enough to allow it to be released.
Are you ready little pony?
She knew she wanted to see him driving his cock into Chrissie and thrusting her until he strained to release his surging spunk. But there was something missing and she pulled against the harness restlessly squirming her buttocks and lifting her hips higher. She shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to show him she was not ready, hoping her lack of compliance would infuriate him and he would take the whip to her and beat her until she was driven by the pain to release her climax.
Watch, he shouted. Watch!
Again she shook her head and this time turned away indolently, looking down to the ground and trembling all over with expectation as she sensed his anger and frustration.
I said watch!
She could hardly bear not to look but she knew she must disobey. She wanted so much to show him how she could be his slave but she knew she had to resist him first in order to be punished into compliance.
His anger increased.
I said watch bitch! Watch!
She pushed her head lower and felt the heat in her cunt burning against the strap that pinched its edges and she thought of his throbbing cock and the slashing whip and the humiliation of the heavy harness and they all blended into a desperate need for pain.
Wesley! Take the whip to her! Show her what she gets if she does not obey her master!
Her heart leapt and started pounding frantically in her chest as she heard the words of her master and she clenched her teeth against the metal bit as she heard Wesley bringing the whip over. Her cunt got hotter and her nipples ached as they hardened and throbbed. She felt a flush of shame and fear running down her neck and spit seeped from her mouth in long, sticky strands. She sucked them back up and felt their coolness across the hard bit between her teeth and she raised her buttocks higher then, at last, looked up at him before the whip even fell.
Wesley! Force her to watch what a pony fucks like. Show her what she gets for disobedience.
She stared at his huge cock and shook her bridle from side to side, frothing spit over her bit and splashing it onto the ground. She heard Wesley lifting the whip behind his head and she raised her buttocks to receive it.
Whack!
He brought it down hard and it struck her fully across her upturned buttocks. Frothing spit shot from her mouth and she fell forward in her harness as Winston lifted Chrissie’s buttocks higher and placed the throbbing tip of his cock between their crack.
Whack!
The whip came down again and Deborah clenched her teeth on the bit and squeezed her buttocks together tightly as the pain burned deeply into her flesh.
Whack!
She stared wide-eyed as she watched Winston’s cock pushing into Chrissie’s exposed cunt.
Watch pony! This is what it’s like to be fucked by a stallion. Look at its length, its stiffness, and see how the stallion rides her and drives his cock into her cunt. See how he mates her and forces her to submit to his fucking.
Whack!
The whip bit deeply into her again but her mind was filled by pictures conjured up by his words and the scene before her. She could smell the sweet mustiness of Chrissie’s cunt and, as she watched Winston’s cock forcing up inside her, she could see him only as a wild, rearing stallion and Chrissie as a frightened, whinnying mare.
Whack!
Deborah pulled on her harness and shook her head from side to side. The tension of the strap between her legs opened the folds of her cunt and she felt its heat burning around the exposed entrance to her vagina. She wanted the stallion’s cock driving into her. She wanted to feel like a mare shackled to a post as he pinioned her with his massive, black cock. She raised her bottom high, exposing herself for more of the whip. She needed the pain to release her and let her live the images which were flooding into her mind.
She waited for the blow of the whip and lifted her buttocks even higher but it did not come. She felt a surge of anxiety as the pictures in her mind became confused and she forced her buttocks up, willing the burning crack of the whip to come down remorselessly on her waiting flesh, but still it did not come. She squirmed herself against the pinching strap and forced open her wet labia, wishing that his cock was penetrating her and forcing forwards in her tightly bound leather harness.
She tossed her head from side to side then suddenly, she felt a hardness against her dilated cunt and the images in her mind flooded back as she watched the black cock thrusting wildly into Chrissie’s cunt. Deborah opened her buttocks and pressed back against the strap between her legs, letting it peel back her labia so that the hard shaft could enter her. She was shocked at its coldness and tightened up as her labia folded around it. It was hard and strangely smooth and, as she glanced back, she saw Wesley holding the handle of a shovel and driving it into her cunt.
Wesley pressed the rounded handle of the shovel further in. She felt its unforgiving hardness and she raised herself onto it, imagining the stallion riding her and lifting her on its massive cock. She watched Chrissie fall face-forward onto the ground as Winston’s cock drove in up to its base and she pushed back at the handle and felt it penetrating deeply inside. It touched the top of her vagina and she reared her head back in joyful pain, slobbering spit from her mouth and breathing wildly through her flared out nostrils.
She wanted to scream as the handle pulled back, dragging at her flesh and sending tremors of delight through her hips, and she wanted to snort and whinny and show him what she was thinking, but she could do nothing but submit. He pushed it back hard and forced it deeper and she felt the uncontrollable heat of her orgasm building inside. It flushed across her spit-smeared face, down her straining neck and across her throbbing nipples. She felt it draining moisture from her innards and she felt the wetness from her cunt running down the piercing shaft and along the insides of her straining thighs. She raised herself on it, fixed her eyes on Winston’s thrusting cock and, as he pulled it out and she saw it pulsating with a surge of spunk, she drove herself back for a last time and finished in a massive, quivering convulsion.
Wesley kept thrusting her with the wooden handle as she watched the spunk splashing from Winston’s throbbing cock and, each time he drove it in, she jerked and shook as another spasm burned through her. As the last drops of spunk dripped from Winston’s cock, and he bent forward and rubbed it into Chrissie’s hair, a final seizure overtook Deborah and she fell forward in her harness, heaving and gasping and frothing at the mouth. She rubbed her face into the dusty floor and panted through her nostrils, her buttocks still held high by the harness at her waist and the handle still thrusting up her cunt.
Finally, she felt the handle being pulled out and, still in a daze, watched as Wesley held it behind Chrissie.
Now let’s see if this little pony can do as well.
Deborah looked over to Chrissie. She was barely conscious and, as Wesley prised the edges of her cunt wide and stuffed the glistening end of the handle into it, Deborah’s stomach filled with fear. Chrissie stared impassively towards her and reared back as the wooden handle squeezed between her distended labia, then she stiffened and screamed out as it penetrated her vagina in one heavy thrust.
Deborah crawled forward. She wanted to offer herself again. She wanted to feel the thrust of the handle inside her and she wanted to feel the pain of the twisting strap around her swollen labia. She craved the hot sting of the whip across her bottom and the smacking hand that made her shriek so eagerly with pain. She wanted to see Winston’s cock and she wanted to be forced to imagine him as a rampant stallion fucking an unwilling and stubborn mare. She wanted to be driven forward by the pain and she wanted to feel the humiliation of punishment and degradation. She wanted so much but, as she moved, she felt herself becoming dizzy and she collapsed exhausted and fell at Winston’s feet. She shivered uncontrollably as spit flowed from her mouth, then, unable to keep the images in her mind, and struggling to lift the weight of the chain and shackles at her wrists, she held up her hands in loose fists, as if she was clinging to the bars of the cage.
You want to rest eh? Want to be back in your cage eh? Then you know what you must do.
He picked up a thick piece of tarred rope that hung nearby and, as he flexed it and smoothed out the tattered ends, she lifted herself onto her knees and raised her buttocks as high as she could.