Chapter 6
“How’s my pretty pony this morning?” asked Linny as she stood at the door to the stall.
“Miserable,” replied Faith. “You have to let me out of here. What you are doing is illegal.”
“Oh, it’s not illegal,” said Cinny. “We’re just three teenage girls having some fun.”
“I’m not having fun,” said Faith. “And yes it is illegal. It’s called kidnapping.”
“But you haven’t been kidnapped,” argued Linny. “You are still living with us.”
Faith gave up hope of winning this argument. It was clear that the girls were not going to let her go. She would just have to find the right time to escape. “I’m filthy. I need a bath.”
“Yeah, you have looked better,” said Cinny. “But ponies don’t take baths.”
“What’s all of this nonsense about ponies?”
“You are our pony,” responded Linny. “Our beautiful pony.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” replied Faith. “You aren’t making any sense.”
Linny explained what she meant and Faith grew more irate with each new revelation. She was not going to be treated as human. She was going to live in a stall. She was going to be exercised and raced and shown. “It will be lovely. I think it must be most exciting to be a slavegirl.”
“I’ve had it with you two,” Faith said angrily. She pointed a finger at one girl and then the other, causing her breasts to jiggle as she moved. “Open that door this instant!”
“We were planning on opening the door, silly. You don’t have to get mad at us.”
“Well, it’s about time,” said Faith. “This has gone on long enough.” She stepped to the door, crossing her arms and tapping her bare foot impatiently.
“Now just turn around and give me your hands,” said Linny.
“What!?!?!??!” said Faith, indignantly.
“Yes, pretty pony,” said Cinny. “Until you are tamed, we need to keep you harnessed.”
“Forget it!” responded Faith. She stomped to the far end of the stall and sat down on her bale of hay. “You two are nuts!”
Faith missed the next two meals and was starved by the time dinner rolled around. Plus, with the heat and the dirty stall, she felt unclean. It was a miserable state of affairs for her: starving and filthy. When the girls showed up at dinner time, she tried to reason with them again. When that failed, she tried to negotiate. They would not budge, however. In the end, she found her wrists held behind her back by steel cuffs.
The girls marched her out of the barn to an outside shower. There, they stripped themselves so they would not get their own clothes wet and Faith found herself blushing as she saw her younger cousins naked for the first time.
They turned on the water and pushed Faith under it, following until one was in front of her and the other behind. Faith had expected the water to be cold but was pleasantly surprised to find it comfortably warm.
The girls wet her hair and then worked the shampoo in together, raising a sudsy foam in the long auburn locks. They rinsed out her hair and then repeated the shampooing. They worked the bar of soap in their hands, creating a new foam and then used their bare hands to spread the soap over their captive’s body.
Faith suspected that Cinny would pay too much attention to her breasts and she was right. She squeezed and manipulated the fleshy mounds, resoaping her hands several times before she seemed to think that they were clean enough. Both girls crouched down and soaped up the legs, starting at Faith’s feet and working their way up. Faith was completely unprepared for what happened next, though. She felt a hand covering her sex with a finger parting her labia at the same time she felt one of Linny’s soapy fingers pushing down they valley between her bottom cheeks.
“Hey!” she shouted at them. “Get out of there! Both of you!”
“Gotta clean the pony,” giggled Cinny. Faith twisted and tried to move away but Linny grabbed the cuffs and held her in place.
“We can always tie you up more for your showers if you would prefer,” said Linny. Faith stopped struggling for fear of more severe bondage.
Cinny softly stroked Faith’s petals for awhile, smiling as she felt them becoming slick with arousal. Faith closed her eyes in shame as another girl touched her so intimately. After awhile, Linny’s finger started moving again and stopped to tease Faith’s little pucker each time the finger passed through the forbidden valley.
After a few more passes, Linny soaped up her hand again and pressed the tip of a finger to the little rosebud. She kept pushing harder and harder until the little pucker finally yielded. Then she sawed her finger in and out of Faith’s bottom as Cinny started plunging her finger in and out of the captive’s sex.
Faith protested again but was immediately silenced when each of her bottom cheeks and each of her breasts were spanked harshly. She stood silently while her two younger cousins had their way with her vulnerable body. It did not take long for the girls, working together, to steal an orgasm from their captive. They both squealed in delight at what they had accomplished, seeing Faith tense and hearing the soft moans.
Chapter 7
“Mom called last night,” announced Linny. “We told her you were taking good care of us.”
“She didn’t want to talk to me?” asked a surprised Faith.
“Oh, she did. We told her you were sleeping. And she said she would be gone another week; something about complications.”
This was not good news at all for Faith. She felt her heart sink at the knowledge that her ordeal was to be extended. She would just have to work harder at finding a way to escape. But so far, there hadn’t really been a chance. She had either been locked in that escape-proof stall or had her arms chained together behind her back. Even if she ran, she would not get far and she would be easy to overpower.
It was very good news for the twins. They would have much more time to tame their cousin now. They sat up late, refining Plan B to take advantage of the extra time before they made love and then went to sleep together in their warm, cozy bed.
“You have to let me go, then,” pleaded Faith. “A week is too long to keep someone locked up.”
“Oh, a week is not long at all,” said Cinny. “It will be over before you know it.”
“And you’ll have lots of fun,” added Linny. “You seemed to enjoy your little orgasm yesterday.”
“That was awful!” complained Faith. “I still can’t believe you did that to me!”
“It didn’t look awful to us,” said Cinny. “It looked like it felt pretty good. And you are so beautiful when you climax. We’ll have to do a lot more of that.”
The other thing the girls did the night before was to figure out the pony harness. They knew it would work because they had seen some of their mother’s girls prancing around it the harness but, at first, they could not make any sense out of the jumble of straps. They finally decided to test out the harness on one of them and Cinny was selected.
“You should take off your clothes for this,” advised Linny.
“I’m sure it would work with clothes on,” replied Cinny.
“Yes, but we want to be as realistic as possible. We don’t want to be fumbling around on Faith.”
“Ha!” remarked Cinny. “You probably just want to feel me up.”
Linny laughed. “I don’t need you in a harness to do that. I do that every night.” Cinny finally relented and took off her clothes. Linny started laying the straps over her sister and then turning the harness. They bickered back and forth as Linny worked with Cinny providing advice and Linny arguing why that wouldn’t work or saying that she already tried it. Finally, they figured it out and Linny started adjusting the straps to fit the harness.
“You look so sexy as a pony,” said Linny as she stood back and admired her sister. Jane had several harnesses in different colors and they had chosen the plain brown leather one to start with, thinking that it would go well on their auburn haired cousin.
“Thanks, but I’m not sure that we’ve got it right yet,” Cinny reached up and tugged on the straps that encircled her breasts. They were loose.
“I tightened it as much as I could. It will be snug on us in a year or two. It’s just made for better endowed girls than us. It will be perfect on Faith.”
Linny led her sister to the mirror and let her see herself. “Yeah, it does look sexy. I can’t wait to get Faith into it.”
“Let’s try out the other stuff,” said Linny.
The bit and bridle turned out to be just as confusing as the harness had been. The bit itself was easy enough but figuring out the straps to the bridle was a challenge. They eventually got it sorted out though.
The girls had debated whether or not to cuff Faith’s wrists to her harness or use an armbinder, although that had been an earlier debate. With the bit in her mouth, Cinny was in no position to debate anything. They had decided to use an armbinder on their cousin since it was more severe. That way, she would appreciate it on days hwen she was simply cuffed.
The armbinder turned out to be easy to slip onto Cinny. Because of her youth, she was very flexible. And she was not as large as the girls the thing was designed for.
“One last thing,” announced Linny as she held up the tail and grinned.
“Rai, rai!” Cinny tried to say around the bit that was preventing her from speaking. Linny wasn’t exactly sure what she meant but interpreted the desperate plea as “Wait, wait.”
“We have to check out everything,” explained Linny. “This won’t be bad.”
Cinny had panic in her eyes as her sister advanced on her with the plug in one hand and a jar of lubricant in the other. Linny circled her sister and Cinny kept turning to keep her bottom pointed away from Linny. Linny finally realized that she would need both hands to fit the thing and stopped. She dipped the end of the plug into the lubricant and then held the other end in her teeth, letting the tail drape down her cheek.
With both hands free, it was easy to catch and subdue her bound sister. Linny dragged her over to the bed and bent her over the edge of it. Cinny kept her bottom cheeks clenched together and wiggled as much as she could. But with Linny sitting on top of her and prying her cheeks apart with her free hand, she was easy prey. Linny placed the tip of the plug at the cute little rosebud and twirled it to spread the lubrication. Then she slowly pushed it in to the grunts and pleadings of her sister.
“Let’s see how it all looks,” said Linny as she climbed off the bed and helped Cinny up. She led her sister to the center of the floor and then slowly circled her, trailing her fingers over the straps and naked flesh. She eventually stopped and faced her sister. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Cinny’s nose as she lifted her hands, placing her palms over her sister’s exposed breasts.
“You are such a pretty pony,” she said. “I might just have to change the plan.” Cinny shook her head furiously and mumbled some loud complaints. Linny couldn’t understand anything that was said but assumed that, whatever it was, it was laced with expletives. Linny smiled and lowered her hand to Cinny’s sex and stroked the petals that were amazingly slick and the little pearl until she gave her sister a powerful orgasm.
“Don’t worry,” said Linny as she started to loosen the harness. “I already have a pony. I like you better as a sister. But it’s true that you look delicious as a pony.”
The harness was removed and then the bit and bridle. “That was so cruel!” complained Cinny once she could talk again. “Get that thing out of me!”
Linny laughed and went behind Cinny. She grasped the tail and pulled the plug half way out but then pushed it back in, causing Cinny to groan.
“Don’t!” cried Cinny as she felt her bottom filled again. “Stop!”
Linny experimented and kept sliding the plug in and out of her sister’s bottom. Cinny kept protesting until the protests faded away to a series of desperate moans. Linny recognized the moans as a sign that Cinny was close to climaxing.
“Don’t stop,” moaned Cinny. Linny reached around her captive to start stroking her clitoris. It did not take a lot of stroking to push Cinny into another powerful orgasm.
“You are so cruel!” exclaimed Cinny once she had recovered enough to speak coherently. In the meantime, Linny had pulled the plug out and removed the armbinder, leaving Cinny completely unbound. “Faith is going to hate this.”
“Oh, it didn’t seem like you hated everything about it,” smirked Linny as she wiggled the finger that had just inflicted two earth shattering orgasms on her sister.
Cinny blushed. “Well maybe not everything was horrible,” she said and then giggled. “Maybe she won’t mind it that much.”
Chapter 8
“The orgasm was nice,” replied Faith. “But you still shouldn’t have done that. It was like rape or something.”
“It looked more like something wonderful,” said Cinny. “Now come out of that stall. We want to get you ready for the day.”
“No!” retorted Faith. “I’m not playing this game any more.”
“How much of a fight do you think you can give us with those cuffs on?” asked Linny. They had left Faith cuffed when they put her back in her stall the night before, much to Faith’s chagrin. It had been difficult to find a comfortable way to sleep with her arms held behind her.
“As much as I need to,” replied Faith as she glared at her two cousins. “I’m not playing any more.”
The girls had packed the pony gear and some other items in a bag that they brought with them. Linny reached into the bag and produced several items, some of which she handed to Cinny. She fished a coil of rope out of the bag along with a mean looking paddle and what looked like a long metal wand. Then she opened the door to the stall and the two girls advanced on their prey.
“Don’t you dare!” screamed Faith. “Don’t you touch me!” She backed away from her cousins but soon hit the wall and could escape no further. She was trapped and they kept advancing. Seeing that the door was still open and she had no other choices, she lunged forward. She figured that if she surprised them, she might be able to get out of the stall and escape, although she saw that as highly unlikely. But she had to try.
She never even got to the door. Linny jabbed the cattle prod into her belly and gave her a jolt that completely immobilized her. She collapsed in a heap to the floor where Cinny quickly bound her ankles together. They never even had to use the paddle.
The girls dragged the groaning captive out of the stall and unfastened the handcuffs, moving the hands to the front and then binding them with rope. Then they tied a rope from the pulley and slowly hoisted her until Faith was standing on tiptoe.
Linny decided that it was time to set some rules. She took the paddle from her sister and slowly walked around Faith who was still whimpering from the nasty shock of the prod. She placed the paddle against the smooth naked flesh of her cousin and let its surface glide over the skin as she walked slowly around the captive.
“Faith, dear,” she started. “We have been kind to you so far; much kinder than we could be; and maybe much kinder than we should be. We can make it rough if that’s what you would prefer.” She swung the paddle back and then quickly forward, striking Faith’s bottom with a loud crack and causing her to sway back and forth from her tether. Faith screamed.
Linny continued her orbit. “Some girls love it rough. We have known some who were just pain sluts. We can treat you like that if you want.” The paddle swung again and another loud crack rang out with the paddle leaving an angry red mark on Faith’s tight belly. Faith shrieked again as pain tore through her body and Linny continued her travels around the dangling girl.
“Stop! Please stop!” begged Faith as she felt her abused flesh burning from the assaults.
“We’ll stop. We don’t want to hurt you,” explained Linny. She swing the paddle and Faith’s left breast exploded ini pain as the paddle flattened it against her chest. The twins watched Faith jerk backward from the blow which lifted her toes off the ground and started her swaying again. They saw the reddened breast bounce and bob as it rebounded from the harsh blow.
“We need you to be more appreciative, though,” Linny continued. “We are only playing a game in which you benefit. After all, you are the only one who has received pleasure so far. Yet all you do is complain and resist.” The paddle whistled through the air and flattened Faith’s right breast, causing the air to be pierced with another shriek. Faith’s’ body was an image of motion. Both breasts were bouncing and she was swinging wildly from her bound wrists.
“Stop, please stop,” wailed Faith. Pain consumed her entire being. She could not stand any more. She felt arms circle her body and stop her swinging. Lips kissed one breast and then the other before they met her own lips. She cautiously opened her eyes and found Cinny holding her.
“Will you be a good girl for us now?” asked Cinny.
Faith whimpered and sniffled as she nodded. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
“Will you do whatever we tell or ask you to do?”
“Yes, I’ll obey,” sniffled Faith.
“And will you stop complaining every time there is something new in your adventure?” Cinny continued.
Cinny smiled and snaked her tongue between the captive’s lips. Faith obediently let her lips part and felt Cinny’s tongue exploring her mouth. She did not resist at all. She had learned her lesson. Cinny continued the kiss for almost a minute and then ended it. She leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth and letting her teeth rake lightly over the stiff nubbin before repeating the action with the other nipple.
Chapter 9
“Do you think she’s broken yet?” asked Linny.
Cinny paused licking Linny’s sex and lifted her head. Both girls were naked and lying on the bed with Linny lying on her back with her legs spread and Cinny lying between them as she devoured her sister’s sex. “Don’t know yet. She might be. Or she could just be acting that way until we let our guard down.” She lowered her head and resumed the love making.
Linny sighed happily at the loving touch of her sister before resuming. “Well, she sure was docile. And wow! She looked so hot as a ponygirl. And I loved the way that she kept lowering her eyes. She looked so submissive.”
Cinny raised her head again. “Yeah, she’s a natural. I don’t even think that any of Mom’s girls ever looked quite so submissive. Speaking of Mom, do you think she’ll let us keep her?”
“After seeing her today,” Linny replied, “I’m worried that Mom will want to keep her for herself.”
“Well, we can always share.”
While the twins were enjoying one another’s bodies in the warm house and on the comfortable bed, Faith was curled up in a corner of her stall. Once again, her wrists had been bound together and she struggled to find a comfortable position for the night.
Why hadn’t she just taken a job as a waitress? Her pride had been the ruin of her. She held out too long for what she viewed as a glamorous job and now she was the sex toy for two demented girls.
The day had been long for her. After the initial beating, however, she had not been struck again. The fourth strike of the horrid paddle had taught her the value of obedience and submission. She tried to be the perfect slavegirl after that in order to avoid more of the harsh, painful treatment.
She did not give up hope, although she tried to present the appearance of complete surrender. While she surrendered her body to the manipulation and schemes of her young torturers, she held onto her mind and soul. She vowed that those would ultimately rescue her body from the clutches of her captors.
After beating her into submission, the twins wrapped her in strands of leather that they called a harness. They tightened the straps until they were satisfied and it took every ounce of determination not to cry out when her full breasts were squeezed tightly at the base by her bindings. The metal bar was placed in her mouth and then the straps attached to it were tightened behind her head. Her arms were trapped behind her and more straps were tightened until she felt her elbows touching, causing her shoulders to ache terribly. But she didn’t cry out. She didn’t even cry as she felt the huge plug being forced into her rectum. But she wanted to cry. It hurt terribly.
It wasn’t until she was led outside of the barn and put into the corral that tears started to flow down her cheeks. Here she was a fully grown woman being trotted in circles around a corral that had been built for animals.
She listened to their commands and obeyed them instantly. She raised her knees high and ‘pranced’ when they told her to prance. She moved her bare feet quickly over the ground and ran when they told her to gallop. She stopped when they told her to stop. She vowed to do everything she could to avoid being beaten again.
She tried to formulate a plan. She had to escape the clutches of these two terrors. At one point the day before, her plan had been to endure until Aunt Jane came home. Now she knew that she could not wait that long. She could not live like this for another day, let alone another week.
She had been dirty and sweaty when her training in the corral ended. The girls took her to the outdoor shower and stripped, repeating their cleansing of her from the day before. Again, she received an unwanted orgasm. She was abhorred at how wet she was but Linny had gloated as she held up a glistening finger that had just been thrust into her, showing her how aroused she was. It just wasn’t right! Why was her body betraying her so badly?
She decided that she would be the perfect submissive. She would be the perfect pony. She would be the perfect sex toy. And she would be free of their insanity when the first opportunity presented itself.