by Paul Blades
Anya looked on appreciatively. "She's hot all right," she said to her father.
Grobgy did not reply, concentrated as he was on the compelling beauty of the impassioned girl.
Maddy could feel her juices rising. Her pussy yearned for the man's practiced touch. She moaned as he began to torment the little bud of pleasure at the tip of her sheath. Now, oblivious to those who were watching her, she began to rub her loins against the hand that violated her, seeking its penetration of her lusting hole.
Drabik, sensing the increasing passion of his prisoner, thrust his fingers inside her, spreading her moistness to her clit, alternating between stroking the hot interior of her flush canal and rubbing the nub of pleasure above it. Maddy began to thrust her hips in time with the exploration of her cunt. Her breath became short as she felt her need to complete this act of passion rising within her. As her orgasm flooded through her, her cunt throbbed and contracted around the fingers that tormented her. She rolled her head back and sagged at her knees as her body was awash with exquisite sensation. Drabik held her up, refusing to relent when her first wave of passion had passed. As Maddy felt the tingling of her loins renew, she became aware that the man intended to make her come again. She whined, desperately ashamed at the lustful display she was making of herself. She could not resist the incessant, demanding hand, and it was not long before she erupted again in orgasm, her whole body shaking and trembling, her breasts aching as they tightened, filled with her hot blood. She called out unwillingly, the sounds of her voice almost inhuman as she cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Maddy was limp in her trainer's arms, as the leavings of her orgasm flowed through her. She tried to regain her feet, but her legs were wobbly and she needed Drabik's strong grasp to steady her.
Anya was pleased and amused at the show. She clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Bravo, Anton! A wonderful performance!" she said, laughing.
"I told you," her father said to her.
"Well," Anya replied, "almost any woman would melt in Drabik's arms, Father. He seems unusually experienced in handling a cunt."
Anya knew personally of Drabik's skills with a cunt. They dallied together from time to time at an inn not far from her father's estate. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched the ponygirl struggle to recover from her ordeal. Her own loins burned for his touch. Maybe tonight, she thought.
Drabik knew better than to display any familiarity with his boss's daughter. She was his prize and he had shot men before for becoming too friendly with her. Oh, he permitted her little dalliances with the ponygirls, that was understandable, but her virtue with men he protected like a miser protecting his hoard. So far no man had proved worthy of her in his mind.
Anya's thoughts echoed in Drabik's mind, but Drabik had work to do. And work must come first. "May I proceed, Axmailavich?" he asked his boss.
"Da," Grobgy answered. "Come, Anya, let's go to the house and have lunch"
Anya nodded, all the time watching Drabik's eyes. He will be fucking the ponygirl tonight. Not me. She turned and mounted her horse. With a flick of her riding whip, the horse jumped and dashed away, her father and his horse right behind her.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was late afternoon when an exhausted Maddy was led back to the barn. Her maddeningly relentless and monotonous tour of the sandy pit had continued all day. Each time she would be started out slowly, only to have the pace increased until she was being led at a dead run. She would have been less despondent, and her backside less sore, if her abilities had progressed during the afternoon. The constant movement had tired her, and by the end of the day she was tripping all over herself.
Between each session, she was allowed to rest and, at midday, she was given porridge to eat. Drabik removed her bit and squeezed the mixture of vitamins and high protein, whole grain cereal into her mouth from a plastic bag. She consumed the bland mixture greedily. She was kept well watered and Drabik was careful not to exceed her pitiable abilities.
During the course of the day, Maddy saw a number of other ponygirls being led back and forth. She caught only glimpses of them as she whirled around her post, but it was enough to frighten her. They were dressed like she was, their features obscured by their hoods. Rough looking men and sallow youths led them by leashes that led to thick, gold rings in their noses, a feature Maddy had yet to acquire. Maddy saw a team of two women pulling a lightweight cart, with a skinny youth driving it. She heard the crack of a whip and the next time she saw the women, they were hurriedly propelling the cart off into the distance.
When Maddy entered the barn, it was a hive of activity. Naked, hooded women were being led to and from their stalls. Maddy brushed up against one and she got a fleeting glimpse of a pair of forlorn eyes through the tiny holes in the hood.
She had only a few moments to study the other ponygirls. She was quickly led by Drabik through a maze like corridor to one of the stalls. Unlike the stalls at the way station, these stalls had wooden swinging doors that reached down to two feet above the floor and blocked the view from inside and out. The stalls were ten by fifteen feet, longer than they were wide. Their walls were about eight feet high and didn't rise all the way to the ceiling. As a result, the noises of the busy barn were readily discernable from inside. In one of the corners nearest the door, there was a shower hose attachment and a drain. A small closet sat along the opposite wall. At the rear of the stall was a long padded rail about four feet from the wall. Rings were mounted at various strategic places.
Once inside the stall, Maddy's leash was released. Drabik removed the bit, the hood and collar. He released her wrists and removed the bracelets. He took off her boots. Maddy was completely naked. There were no mirrors or mirrored surfaces in the stall so she couldn't see her face. Drabik took her hands and placed them in the air, over her head. She held them there, nervous as to the man's purpose, but she soon learned that it was benign enough as he began to stream a flow of cold water over her aching body.
It was strange to feel the flow of water over her bald scalp. It reminded her of what must be her grotesque appearance. She pushed aside the thought as she enjoyed the refreshing sheen of water flowing down her torso and sore legs. When she was fully drenched, Drabik took a soapy sponge and rubbed her body with it. Up and down her legs, over her buttocks, under her arms. When her whole body had been soaped, including her face and naked head, Drabik rinsed her off. He dried her with a soft towel and applied a soothing cream to her neck, face and scalp.
Drabik then released the fastenings holding Maddy's ponytail together. Her hair flowed freely for the first time since she left the way station. It was strange to feel it loose on her naked back. The man ran water through the long, thick cascade of hair that sprung from the rear of Maddy's head and shampooed it. There was an electric hair dryer, and Drabik dried the hair and combed it out. When done, he joined it together again, using the fastenings he had removed earlier.
Maddy felt the man's efforts were caring, almost tender. Although he had hurt her, humiliated her, used her mouth with his thick, hard cock, he was meticulous with the care of her body. She realized he needed to take care of her. She was valuable property. She had been acquired from thousands of miles away to serve here as a ponygirl and that meant she be kept healthy and clean.
She was brought back to reality when Drabik restored the uncomfortable collar and reclipped her wrists behind her back. She grimaced with dismay as she watched him pull a new, clean, neoprene hood from the closet. She didn't struggle this time as he placed it over her head and restored the leather bit to her mouth. Maddy again was a person no more.
Drabik took a specially designed board and placed it on the railing that ran the width of the room. It locked into a groove on the rail and there was just enough room left to mount Maddy's ass on it. He pushed the board back, fixing its top in place against the rear wall of the stall. He lifted Maddy so her rear end rested on the rail then leaned her back on the board and belted her neck an
d torso in place. Drabik grabbed an ankle and buckled the end of a thick, leather belt around it. He raised the ankle almost level with her torso, bending her knee, and affixed the other end of the strap to the rail. When he had done the other ankle, Maddy was leaning back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling above and her knees and ankles were spread wide apart, like the wings of a butterfly, raising her bottom slightly.
Maddy's spread legs revealed her sex and its hairy brown thatch. Her knees were bent and her widespread ankles were affixed to the rail within inches of her thighs. Knowing everything this cruel man did to her had its own purpose, Maddy struggled to see him, to learn his intent, but the angle of her collar prevented her from lowering her head enough to bring the man within her hood's narrowly focused apertures.
She could hear Drabik scraping something in what sounded like a metal bowl. She recalled the sound that had been made just before her head was shaved. Maddy realized she was about to have her pubic hair removed. She balked at this further measure of control over her body, squirming in her bonds, struggling futilely to bring her legs together. One more mark of her individuality was going to be taken from her. Her sex would henceforth be bare, virtually indistinguishable from any other. Maddy had grown up a modest girl and had rarely worn revealing clothes as a teenager or young adult. All day, the thought of her nakedness before the world had haunted and shamed her. Now she would be even more naked. All privacy, all personality was being stripped away.
Drabik was mixing some soap with water in a small steel bowl. He lathered it up with a brush. When Drabik began to apply the foamy soap onto her thick, brown bush, Maddy tried to rock her hips to frustrate his mission. The hard man had a simple solution to her attempt to frustrate his will. He grabbed Maddy's clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Maddy moaned in anguish. The pain spread throughout her loins like a virus. Drabik waited until the girl was near to tears before releasing his tiny prisoner. Now she would cooperate.
Maddy cried as Drabik carefully removed swath after swath of hair. She knew her naked loins would now invite use, as her tender nether lips and the slit they guarded would be clearly displayed. She recalled the shame and repugnance she felt when her owner that morning had filled her womb with his conscienceless prick, and when, later, her trainer had manipulated her to unwanted pleasure. So much of what was happening to her involved the callous use of her body. How many men would she be forced to fuck? How many men would press their hard manhoods into her mouth?
Each scrape of the razor brought a new cascade of tears to Maddy's eyes. She could feel the sharp razor drag across her pudenda. Where it passed, she felt her cool and wet, naked skin.
Ultimately, Maddy resigned herself to the loss of her pubic bush. As she let her mind drift, wondering what other indignities she would be forced to endure, she remembered the golden rings she had seen in the noses of the other women. She knew it was only a matter of time before she acquired hers. She feared the pain of having her septum pierced, the humiliation she knew she would experience at being ringed like an animal, guided by her nose from place to place. She closed her eyes in despair.
When Maddy's cunt was clean shaven, Drabik wiped off the remaining soap with a wet cloth. He admired the pretty little thing, running his hand over the smooth surface. He tickled the nubbin of pleasure at the apex of the girl's cunt, worrying it into hardness, until Maddy's hips began to rock subtly and he saw a tell tale gleam appear between the engorging lips.
The ponygirl was mounted at just the right height for penetration. Drabik pulled his hardening tool from its lair and pressed it against the softening lips of Maddy's pussy. He teased the cunt entrance with his cock, rubbing it against the length of the moistening gash, pressing it against the girl's tingling clit. He waited until she moaned with enforced lust before he pressed his meat home.
Maddy moaned with frustration and revulsion as she felt her sheath filled with her trainer's cock. It was as if he had read her mind and wanted to confirm her worst fears. The girl desperately wanted to expel the hot, hard intruder. She cried out a garbled protest from behind the leather bit and shook and strained at her bonds. Drabik smiled as he saw her futile struggle. Maddy's cunt was tight and hot, and he sighed as he drew his cock deliberately back and forth inside her. As Drabik slowly ploughed her moist, hot slit, Maddy began to feel her need for satisfaction rise. She felt the rough hands of the man run along the soft interior of her thighs. He laid a hand on her pelvic bone and began to softly caress her little bud of pleasure with his thumb, rubbing it gently, in a slow, circular motion.
The restrained girl's need filled her. The hand tormenting her clit was sending bolts of warm, pleasurable sensations through her loins. Drabik's cock maintained a constant motion, a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The man watched as the girl's body began to tremble and shudder in her heat. He leaned over and took a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the wide, dark areola. Maddy groaned. Her hips were bucking now, in time with the insistent cock in her womb. Her ankles strained at her bonds, this time, not for the purpose of denying her tormentor access to her loins, but, rather, to draw him further into her needy cunt.
Maddy felt her heat grow higher and higher. Her whole body convulsed when her orgasm began. She called out her ecstatic pleasure. Drabik felt her fleshy tunnel contract around his cock, as pulse after pulse of pleasure rocked the girl's body. He waited until her climax had diminished to a lingering echo before he began to seek his own pleasure in earnest. Maddy felt the steel hard cock drive deeper. The man's hips drove into her with each rapid thrust. She wanted him to stop. She tried to beg him to stop. She squirmed and struggled at her confinements. The hard sword of flesh was driving her to almost unendurable pleasure. When Drabik felt his cock begin to throb, he rammed it home, his body stiffening. His hands were on Maddy's breasts and he squeezed them tightly as jolt after jolt of mind blowing pleasure passed through him. Maddy screamed as her intense, exquisite contractions began again. The two bodies pressed hard at their coital connection in a mutual effort to drive the pulsing cock deeper inside her.
When his passion had been expended, Drabik stood still, gathering his senses. Maddy, too, struggled to clear her pleasure befogged mind. She was still languishing in the afterglow of her climax when she felt the man withdraw his softening prick from within her. She heard him zipper his pants and sensed him stepping back. She heard the door to her stall open and close. He was gone.
Slowly, Maddy's mind returned to the grim circumstances of her reality. She could hear other women being administered to in other stalls, the hissing of showers, the shuffling of booted feet. Suddenly she realized her powerful exclamations of passion must have been heard throughout the barn. Her public display of unbridled lust filed her with shame. She tried to crawl inside her self, to shrink away. Mortification overwhelmed her.
As Maddy sat perched on the board, her legs splayed wide, she allowed herself to be carried away on a wave of self-pity and fear. She could hear heavy boots pass by the door to her stall and various other activity all around her, the business of a ponygirl stable. She realized that, open and exposed as she was, any man who cared to swing open the doors to her stall would have ready access to her womb. Somehow she knew that was why her trainer had left her this way.
It was a while before anyone came. The door to her stall opened and Maddy heard two unfamiliar voices approach her. She tried, but she couldn't lower her head enough to see their faces. She felt rough hands on her thighs, other hands caressing her breasts. She moaned in despair as she prepared for her body to be invaded once more. A hand began to tease her slit. She tried to draw herself away, but succeeded only in being a source of amusement to the men. The disconsolate girl moaned as the fingers of the unknown hand entered her. All she could see from the angle of her perch was the criss-crossed, dark, wooden beams above her. She stared up at them disconsolately. Lips seized one of her breasts. The insistent tongue lavished attention on her stiff nipple, maki
ng her sigh.
Legs leaned up against the rail on which she lay and the prostrate girl felt the tip of a cock press at her womb's entrance. She protested futilely through the confinement in her mouth. The cruel appurtenance to her new, lowly status, allowed sounds to emerge, but not words. Her pleas for mercy came out as "Gaaaaaaa! Gaaaaaaa!" As the anonymous cock sank deeper into her, she groaned and shook in helpless rebellion. One of the men laughed. When the hard cock began its rhythmic assault, to Maddy's dismay, she felt the tingle of unwanted pleasure recommence.
The restrained girl lost count of how many men fucked her that night. She didn't even know whether any of them had fucked her more than once, because she couldn't see them. Most of the men took her without regard for her own pleasure, pistoning their anonymous members inside her sheath until they had shot their load. Others languished in her pussy, stroked the little nub of pleasure at the top, caressed and sucked on her breasts, until the defenseless girl was returned to a state of frenzy. Each time she came, she cursed herself, cursed her wanton lust, cursed the men who were abusing her and cursed fate for her unhappy predicament.
It was dark when Drabik came to release her. Her pussy was sore and the results of untold ejaculations ran out of her. When Drabik brought her to her feet, she could barely stand. He dragged her to the water hose and washed her loins and legs. Adding a special nozzle to the hose, he washed out her sex with a cold jet of water. Maddy was grateful for that. She couldn't stand the thought of all those men's spunk lying inside her through the night. She looked up at Drabik and realized the irony of her being grateful for anything this man did. He was her chief tormentor. He had tied her up, displayed and available for all comers. Why should she be grateful to him for anything?
Drabik toweled off his charge and led her to a narrow, thin, cotton pallet on the floor next to the side of the stall. He forced her to lay on it, on her back while he bound her ankles and thighs with tight, wide straps. Maddy struggled with discomfort as her bound arms behind her caused her back to arch. There were rings on the floor on both sides of the 'head' of the primitive bed, and Drabik fastened a short chain from each to rings on the side of the girl's collar. He also fastened her ankles to similar rings at the foot of the bed.