by Sean O'Kane
Sophie hung where she was while they drank some more. She could feel sperm drying and tightening all over her body. She could taste it even as her belly ached for more. From under her eyelashes she watched the men, feeling nothing but admiration for the way they took their pleasure from her without worrying themselves about her at all. It made it all so much simpler to be a ponygirl.
And now there was only the run home to worry about. She watched a man take a phone call and then tell his colleague to get her tacked up again. It was time White Lightning was back in her stall.
As the courtesy car sped back along the ranch’s long drive towards the gates, Brian relaxed and put his hand on Martha’s thigh. They had played with the ponies and both Martha and Raika had used strap-ons to fuck them. But he hadn’t felt able to really use the whip on them. He wasn’t clear as to their exact status, the driver had seemed to suggest that they weren’t slaves in the usual sense of the word and they weren’t chipped either. He was really going to need to lay into Raika for relaxation as soon as they got back to their room and that would turn Martha on.
Raika had loved the afternoon, her pony had been the fastest of the three and had been passionate when fucked and now she was happily looking out at the ranch as the car accelerated up the long drive. Suddenly she caught a fleeting glimpse of another pony pulling a sulky, just beyond the trees that lined the drive. She was strikingly tall and blonde…but just then she felt Mr Brian’s hand, heavy on her shoulder and she turned away.
“…she won’t mind, will you, Raika?” he was saying as she turned towards him and let his arm curve round her shoulders in the way she adored and she forgot about everything except what he was saying.
“I was just telling Martha that I need to really whip you hard when we get back to the hotel,” he told her, smiling down at her.
“Of course Mr Brian. I belong to you after all,” she said as his hand cupped her breast.
Chapter Eight
The next day Sophie was pleasantly sore from all her recent usage and underwent the usual thirty lashes gladly. It meant that she wasn’t being quarantined while she recovered and there would probably be more usage.
It came as an unwelcome surprise when, instead of being taken out for some gentle exercise in the afternoon, a group of men crowded into her stall. One of them was the tall Arabic looking one, one of them was Beckington-Floyd and the rest were grooms. But there was one man she didn’t recognise who was carrying what looked like a doctor’s bag. Two of the grooms brought a bench in with them and two more grabbed her arms, which as always were behind her back with the wrists clipped together, and forced her to bend forwards over it. She immediately shuffled her feet apart to open her legs and make the position more comfortable. It also made her open if a gang bang was what was needed. But she felt the first stirrings of alarm as the bag was place on the bench beside her and everything went quiet as the stranger took something out of it. Sophie twisted her head and saw the thick syringe.
Floyd saw the movement in time. “Hold her down, boys!” he called just as Sophie realised what was happening. A male hand had swept her hair up and clear of her neck. There was only one thing that would be injected into a girl’s neck.
Floyd had betrayed her. He was having her chipped!
All her disgust at the arenas, and the depths of feminine submission they represented, which she had buried over the previous months, re-surfaced in a fraction of a second and she reared up. But strong as she was, the two men holding her were stronger. For a moment though it was touch and go. Sophie strained every sinew in her thighs and back – trying to straighten up. The two men strained to force her down by her upper arms. The breath hissed through their teeth as Sophie screamed with mingled effort, disgust and despair, then the tall Arabic man stepped forwards and grabbed her hair, easily forcing her back down. With her face pushed back down against the padded top of the bench, Sophie could only sob brokenly.
“She is a strong animal,” she heard the man holding her head down say and managed one final struggle in one last protest before she felt the needle press coldly against the nape of her neck.
As it pushed in and stung bitterly, she groaned in disgust and managed just the word, “Bastards!!” as she felt the pressure increase and the chip was slid inexorably into her.
“Keep her down for a moment or two. For a powerful specimen like this it might take a while to work,” the stranger said and all three men continued to hold her down. She swore and sobbed and tears blinded her as she waited for…what? She wasn’t sure. She vaguely knew the effect of the chips but had not the faintest idea what one would feel like.
Slowly it dawned on her that her neck, now it had been swabbed, didn’t hurt. In fact the only hurt she felt was from the tightness with which she was being held down. Gradually she could feel the roughness of the male hands on her skin and it wasn’t a hurt at all, now she came to think of it. It was rather pleasant to be bent over, open legged in front of a group of men. Surely it wouldn’t be long before they took advantage of what was on offer. Bu that was how she normally felt so the chip wasn’t having any effect at all! What had she been worrying about? It was perfectly natural that a naked woman should feel like this, and being held down while she was fucked rather appealed. But then it had all along, so it was all her own doing and nothing to do with the chip at all…
“Ok,” the stranger said. “She’s calming now. Let’s smack her and see what reaction we get.”
Immediately Sophie felt a hard spank on her bottom, the noise was deafening in the crowded stall. Previously, even flogging before sex had been painful to some extent, but this time the hard, stinging pain seemed to go deep inside her and sang to her whole body, setting it vibrating like the flesh of a beaten female arse. The image leapt into her mind and before she knew it she was swivelling her pelvis blatantly begging for another. She got it. Another surge of heat and delight flooded through her and she moaned in appreciation of the exquisite feelings. She needed to come! Just a few more of those lovely hard spanks and she was sure she would come. She had to come! From somewhere in her mind came the thought that the orgasm, when it came, would be unlike anything she had ever felt before. She had to have it!
“It’s taken ok,” the stranger said behind her. “I’d suggest making her climax straightaway and she’ll bond just fine.”
Beside her face she saw the bag taken away and felt the pressure on her hair and arms relax. But then another two spanks landed on her bottom, one on each cheek and she set about swivelling and bucking her hips in earnest, inviting them to do whatever they wanted just so long as they made her come. From somewhere the thought appeared in her mind that as long as it was men doing it to her, she would probably orgasm whatever it was they actually did. But then someone used a doubled over belt on her and the previous feelings were swamped by the intensity of her body’s reaction. Again and again she was whipped hard across her back and buttocks. Vaguely she heard the laughter as the men admired her antics as she tried to dry hump her way to orgasm. She didn’t care. The feelings were wonderful and if she could just tempt one of them to fuck her…
Finally one did. An anonymous cock speared into her easily and she rocketed into orgasm almost immediately. And she had been right. It was like nothing else she had ever experienced. Her whole body seemed to resonate to it. Her mind ceased to function altogether and instead her whole being was focussed down on the few inches of her vagina. She felt her stomach cramp and her vagina clench and convulse in ways it never had before and even as she screamed almost in fear of the climax she felt a hot tide inside herself flow and spurt.
When she came round, she was empty. There was male chatter and laughter around her, but all she could concentrate on was the fact that her cunt was empty and she needed another orgasm. If being chipped meant orgasms like that one, Sophie found she was all in favour of it. She looked around, hoping to see which man was going to take her next and became aware what they were talking about.
“That’s the best spurting I’ve ever seen!”
“Christ, she makes gallons of the stuff! Nearly forced me out of her when she came!”
“Jeez, I can’t wait to ride her!”
Dimly she recalled the hot, moist feeling and convulsions of the orgasm. A wave of pride and heart-swelling pleasure rolled across her and all she wanted was to repeat the experience.
She loved her chip.
By the following morning she was more stiff and sore than she had ever been. She had been plundered in all three holes times beyond count. The men couldn’t seem to get enough of watching her spurt her juices and even measured how far she squirted. All that was enjoyable enough but the real discovery of the night as far as she was concerned was that she could even come while fellating.
The following day she was told that the tall, Arabic looking man was her new owner and that it was he who had had her chipped. They had taken the precaution of tying her to the wall of her stall before breaking the news but if they hadn’t, Sophie would have kissed his shoes in gratitude.
“As I am a Prince you will call me ‘Your Highness’,” he said when they did release her and she fell to her knees in front of him and kissed his hand.
“Now you will put this on please and behave like the well-brought up young lady you think you once were, instead of the rampant whore you now are,” he added and handed her a dress.
It was a simple tunic in pale blue and once her collar was removed and her wrist cuffs, she pulled it on. It was halter necked and the two wide straps which came over her shoulders and covered her breasts left a fair amount of cleavage on view, she was pleased to note. After her experiences of the night before, the only purpose she could see in clothes was to tempt men into fucking her. The skirt was well tailored at the waist so that it flared out over her hips like a tennis dress and the hem was some five inches above the knee. Sophie looked down and admired the length of smooth, tanned flesh she displayed. Surely there would be some sex involved soon. She was handed some kitten heeled sandals and slipped her feet into them.
“Now tell me,“ her new owner said as she stood in front of him, making final adjustments to her dress, which felt constricting and odd after she had spent so long entirely naked. “Would you like me to remove your chip?”
“No!” the word leapt from her lips before she had time to think. “No, please, your Highness! I mean!”
He smiled grimly and beckoned her out into the stableyard. She followed and attracted several wolf whistles from grooms who were working in other stalls. She was flattered, it wasn’t as though she could display any more than she had the previous night but the sight of her in a revealing little tunic dress was getting them keen again. As she followed her new owner out of the yard and towards the car park, she felt her vagina begin to heat and moisten. She lengthened her stride and began to put a flirtatious sway of her hips into her walk; something she had never contemplated doing before.
Floyd was standing by her new owner’s limousine.
“Might be worth giving her one more test before you take her to the airport,” he said to the Prince.
“By all means.”
Floyd turned to Sophie and came to stand right in front of her. “I sold you to him. I betrayed you. He said he’d honour the contract you had with me but he’s already trashed it and had you chipped. I’d say he’ll keep you as a full time slave – not just a ponygirl – for as long as it pleases him. What do you think about that Lightning?”
Sophie had just realised that the Prince hadn’t taken her the previous night and she was studying the front of his trousers, hoping to see some trace of a reaction to her appearance in the dress. She drew her attention back to Floyd, who was now supremely irrelevant. She shrugged her shoulders and was pleased to see the Prince’s eyes follow the heft and ripple of her breasts. A cruel smile played around his lips as he looked up into her eyes and Sophie shivered. In those dark eyes she saw an intelligence, an implacable will and an arrogance that melted her insides. Whatever the orgasms had been like the previous night, this man could take her to places as far beyond them as they themselves had been beyond anything she had ever felt before.
“Good,” she said and climbed into the car, making sure she trailed a long, smooth skinned length of leg as she did so. But then she remembered the Prince’s instruction about her demeanour and she demurely tucked her skirt under her bottom. She hoped the next orgasm wasn’t too far away and then she tried to wrench her thoughts away from that consideration. She was very aware of her dampness and her lack of knickers. She was terrified of having a damp patch on the back of her skirt. The Prince climbed in after her and sat opposite.
“Good girl,” he said and the calmly uttered phrase put an end to any attempt on her part to prevent her cunt seeping. But she needn’t have worried, he produced a lacy confection from his pocket and handed it across to her.
“I was just testing you as well,” he said and settled back in his seat as the car moved off. Sophie looked at his trousers and was disappointed to see there was still no familiar straining bulge. “Do you want to come?” he asked.
“Yes, your Highness, very much!” Sophie replied instantly.
“That will not be possible until we are airborne so get those knickers on, girl,” he told her.
“I’m taking you to Bakhtar,” he went on as she wriggled the knickers up her legs and finally managed to work them up over her bottom. She had to lift her skirt to do it but he never glanced at her and just continued talking. “Initially you’ll be run as a pony, very much as Floyd used you. But I do own an arena and I’ll see what aptitude you have for that as well.” At the mention of an arena, Sophie felt the strangest sensation. A blast of fury seemed to blossom at the back of her mind and in her chest but as images of naked girls and priapic men scrolled across her memory from glimpses of holographic images and television programmes, she recalled the faces of the girls as they climaxed passionately time and again. She groaned aloud at the jolt of excitement that exploded in her belly and then the anger dissipated, leaving behind it only an ache in her groin. She really needed to come!
She looked across at her owner who was regarding her steadily and slowly she smiled, crossing her long legs and letting the skirt ride up her thighs.
“Whatever you want, your Highness,” she said and was only aware of meaning it from the bottom of her heart.
Chapter Nine
The Prince’s jet was waiting for them at the edge of the airfield. There was a brief exchange with checking in, Sophie was handed her Stafford passport by Selim who seemed to be the Prince’s secretary, it was looked at briefly and then they were whisked out to it in another limo. Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes at first. This wasn’t a private jet in any sense she had ever come across one. It was no small, twin jet executive plane; it was a full sized passenger jet decked out in the Bakhtar colours.
She stood behind the Prince as he was greeted by the crew at the foot of the steps and then she followed him up, having to hold down the back of her skirt as she did so. There was a strong breeze blowing and she was mindful of the flimsy knickers she wore. If he judged she was being sluttish, Sophie had no doubt he could ensure her next orgasm was a long time in coming and she didn’t want to risk that.
The plane’s interior was breathtaking. A long lounge with leather upholstered armchairs and sofas met her eyes as she entered. There was a fully stocked cocktail cabinet, kitchen and dining facilities just behind a small lobby where conventional aeroplane seats for eight people were laid out. She was still looking at it goggle eyed when the stewardess approached and greeted her. She was stunningly beautiful with large, almond shaped, dark eyes. She wore a smart skirt suit which left her legs bare from two inches above the knee, but her skin was just dark enough and so smooth that Sophie couldn’t tell whether they were really bare or clad in the most sheer of stockings. Although her dark blue suit was Western, she wore a matching head scarf but her English was perfect and her smile br
illiant as she led Sophie to a seat and helped her buckle on her belt. The Prince settled himself on the opposite side of the aisle and almost immediately the jets whined into life and the plane trundled bumpily over the concrete to the start of the runway.
“When we are up to cruising altitude I shall introduce you to Asil properly,” he called across as the jets began to build to their thunderous full power. “And to a lot more besides! Are you a member of the mile high club, girl?”
Sophie actually blushed. “No, your Highness,” she called back.
“No matter! Even if you had been, it would have been nothing like mine!”
The jets reached their deafening crescendo and the plane began its headlong charge down the runway, pressing Sophie back into her seat. As it lifted off and the undercarriage stopped rumbling, Sophie felt completely liberated, flying free to another new life. A life of captivity maybe, but a lifetime of discovery, she was certain of that.
When a melodious chime signalled the all clear for the removal of belts, the stewardess stood up and removed her scarf, shaking out a thick, glossy mane of black hair and making herself even more beautiful. She put the scarf aside and then shed her jacket before going and kneeling beside the Prince. Immediately his hand reached out and cupped her right breast.
“This is Asil,” he told Sophie. “She will look after you during the flight. Now you will undress and do what she tells you.”
No order could have been more welcome and Sophie took only a few seconds to pull the dress off over her head and fumble down the scant knickers she had been given in the car, then she stood with only the kitten heeled sandals on and waited for what came next.
Asil looked up at her with naked lust in her eyes. “She is beautiful, your Highness,” she breathed and Sophie stood a little taller as her heart leaped with gratitude to the gorgeous stranger.