Pony Boot Camp — Part Fifty-Six

All Flesh Must Bleed

It kept on raining at varying intensity till way into the afternoon. By this time Zero-One was a nervous wreck. When all four groups fell in on the muddy ground in front of the barracks, it was to the sound of her constant sobbing. Once everybody was accounted for, the redhead was summoned forth to receive a quick pre-flogging check-up by the lady doc. I shall not fail to mention that warden Nadier indulged once again in her habit of giving a grand speech about order and the New (Wo-)Man and why the party is always right.

“Proceed,” was all she added after mercifully finishing her monologue.

Wardrobe Fail

The following work is an expansion to my 2014 story “Fashion Faux Pas” and was commissioned by fellow author Jon Smithie (“Slavery 101“, “Mina Berkeley’s Voyage“), whose frequent input to its creation is highly appreciated (as is his patience).

Did that sick lady actually believe she was into this?!

All blood had drained from Lorena’s face, her stomach been deflated into itself. And still the tautness of her nipple chain led the path along the length of the boilers, past gaggles of pervy party-goers who congratulated Ariane on her latest conquest. Even in her distress Lorena noticed the difference in atmosphere back here. The industrial music was still prominent, yet clearly not aimed at this more private section. Patrons in pairs or small groups were obviously advancing on their voyage to debauchery. Silent assistance in it they were sure to find in the bar maids. She was positive there had been none of them in the main area, thus their services were exclusive for those willing to travel deeper into the iron abyss of the Boiler House.

The Office Horse — Part Two of Two

The Office Horse

Part Two: The Horse

Immediately she tried to wiggle out of Rob’s grip, yet at the same time seeking hold at him to lift herself off. Her legs stretched out in a wild search for the ground, but more than a span remained between her toes and the carpet, no matter her struggles. Jördis managed to get a hand before and the other behind her, pushing herself up a crucial centimetre.

“Are you fucking mad?! Let me down!”

The edge was painfully digging into her palms. Reuben had repositioned his hold to her shoulders, effectively preventing the girl from throwing herself off the horse.

“Are they always making such a fuss?”

The Office Horse — Part One of Two

The Office Horse

Part One: The Office

“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up.

“Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Jördis dared pipe up whilst hurrying behind her new supervisor, the crown of his amazingly smooth head like a beacon at her eye level.

Spoiled Rotten

Spoiled Rotten

“If you are a real painslut, you will be spoiled rotten tonight.”

I had made it very clear to Portia that the members of my depraved little circle were committed to the darker ways of BDSM. Marks that would last for weeks were a must-have, safewords a no-go. Portia emitted an affirmative grunt from behind the gag. Any intelligible sound was permitted by the huge rubber orb, and nodding would have interfered with my tightening her head harness.

A two inch ball gag would have silenced her nicely. 2.5 inches was her limit. I had gone for a three-incher. The rest of her body would be in tremendous pain within the hour, so why shouldn’t her mouth as well? Alternately I tightened the horizontal main strap and the facial straps running along both sides of her nose and – as one – across the crown of her head. With every tug the ball was pulled deeper into her straining mouth. We were working our way towards total gaggage for several minutes already, and the nude woman kneeling in front of me was experiencing the first cramps. She would get used to them.