Allison's Descent into Slavery Pt. 11

(This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. I also want to thank Carl for editing much of my work, which greatly improved the final product. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older.)

The Breeding Barn Café was only a fifteen minute trot from Bender's pond. The heat and humidity in the early afternoon in the first part of June had all the ponies sweating and in need of water. On the way I had more time to ponder whether it was good or bad luck running into Daphne as I balanced the pros and cons of her posting pictures and videos of me as a ponygirl on social media. This might help Calum find me or cause him to stop looking altogether once my reputation was destroyed. It just seemed like really bad luck that both Lindsey and I ran into people we knew who despised us. Little did I know that it would only get worse for poor Lindsey.

As we trotted up to the Breeding Barn Café, a party bus was disgorging a boisterous bachelorette party of animated young ladies who likely had already imbibed. They saw us parking the buggies and decided to check out the six large sweating, fit and hung stallions. It was truly amazing the number of crude comments they uttered discussing which stallion they preferred, especially when comparing the stallion's shafts. Giggles erupted when three of the stallions became erect listening to the women.

Most of the stallions had their penises pierced with what looked like a wide array of jewelry that I had never seen before. The only one I recognized was a very large Prince Albert piercing on Viande. Some had barbells piercing the heads of their penises. Those and the Prince Albert looked painful to receive, making me feel sorry for the poor stallions. Many had a large hoop located between the base of their cocks and the scrotum. The hoops were only visible on the ones sporting erections. I wondered why they were pierced as I doubted it was for the stallion's pleasure. Then I began to wonder what it would feel like having one of those pierced studs inside me. Would it hit my newly discovered G spot just right if we were in the right positions? My loins started throbbing in anticipation once again as I expected to be bred by at least one if not more of these male specimens.

When the discussion devolved into a proposed hand job contest, Hank Bradford stepped in. He advised the "young ladies" that the Breeding Barn staff often allowed the bride and maid of honor to assist the pony whisperers in getting the studs erect, lubed and lined up for breeding so long as they had tables on the floor. The bride blushed in embarrassment at the thought while the maid of honor pumped her fist in triumph advising her favorite stallion, "I'll be seeing YOU inside." The sober one trying to chaperone this group advised that they had a reservation for those seats and would see us inside as she herded the women away.

One of the girls, an attractive (in her own way) tall fit tomboyish or butch looking woman in her early twenties, hung back observing our group. For some reason she seemed focused on Lindsey. When Lindsey spied this woman I swear my sister slave turned pale with a horrified look on her face. I would later learn that this woman was Beth Simmons who was a soccer rival from high school here in Dallas. The rivalry continued with Beth playing for Texas Christian University (TCU) and Lindsey attending the University of Texas. This last season Lindsey beat out Beth for first team all-Big 12 for the defending midfielder position. Lindsey made the first team and Beth was on the second team. Beth took it as a personal affront to lose to Lindsey. She was also jealous of Lindsey's academic all-American and national second team all-American awards.

Hank took charge when we arrived, getting all of the stallions lined up and making contact with the staff confirming the reservation he made on the way in. He walked up to an attractive older ponygirl who was being prepped for the breeding bench.

"Thwack." Hank slapped the mare hard on the ass, causing her to jump whinnying shrilly in surprise.

"How's my favorite mare doing this afternoon?" he asked, kissing her on the nape of her neck as he fingered her pussy. His fingers came away wet as she whinnied happily. The affection each of them felt for the other was evident in their interactions. I could see the love radiating between them as did most everyone else in the room.

"Aunt Nancy, is that you?" asked Carl Bradford, a shocked look on his face. What's going on here?"

"Carl, my brother, your father, didn't want you to know about this arrangement between me and your aunt until you turned eighteen. Now that you are eighteen we want you to know the truth. Your Aunt Nancy signed a FINO slave contract with me years ago, making our pony play legal. Rosebud here is about to be bred by my two stallions out on the stage," explained Hank, grinning at Carl as Rosebud whinnied enthusiastically.

"My friends were always calling Aunt Nancy, I mean Rosebud here, the hottest MILF in the neighborhood. She looks even better dressed like a ponygirl. Can I touch her?" asked Carl.

"After the show you can do more than touch her. There is a reason I named her Rosebud," chuckled Hank. Remember, here at the Breeding Barn MILF stands for Mare I'd Like to Fuck. After the show we can take her back to the Petting Zoo and you can explore Rosebud's rosebud, so to say. Sound like a plan?"

"Does it ever!" exclaimed Carl, as he and his uncle headed to their table as Rosebud was eagerly led down a hallway to the breeding bench.

Watching this exchange was simply surreal. The subservient relationship she had with Hank appealed to me. I felt a bond with Rosebud, a bond that I could not rationally explain other than a part of me longed for a relationship like that with Calum. I wouldn't mind being her right now walking down that hallway to the breeding bench as my slave heat raged at the possibilities. I really had become a total ponyslut today.

Penny, accompanied by Daphne and Maribelle, took control of Lindsey and myself and we were quickly led into the holding pen. Our first stop was the pee grate where we relieved ourselves while our rivals jeered at how we had been turned into animals. Then Penny removed our bridles and bits, wiped us down and rehydrated us. In the background we could hear the reverberations of ponies mating and the cheers of the crowd. The sounds made me nervous about what was about to happen to us while also stimulating my arousal.

Beth took this opportunity to pull Daphne and Maribelle aside. The three of them had an animated conversation, often taking sidelong glances in our direction with mischievous grins on their faces. Beth pulled something out of her purse, handing the items to Daphne and Maribelle. After it appeared that an agreement had been reached, Beth shook hands with Daphne and Maribelle and left.

Daphne and Maribelle rejoined us asking Penny if she needed any help getting us ready for the show. Penny replied that she had to check in with the staff and use the ladies room, asking that they keep providing us with water. While Penny was gone Daphne pulled out a bag with sugar cubes, taking one and handing the bag to Maribelle.

"Spice, you have been a really good filly today and I just wanted to reward you with a treat," smiled Daphne innocently, holding out the sugar cube in the palm of her hand.

After almost a week of surviving solely on Purina slave chow, these pony sugar cubes were a welcome change of pace. They reminded me of the Christmas peppermint candy puffs we had for the holidays when as a child I could never just have one. I whinnied eagerly and I bent forward scooping up the cube in my mouth like a horse and savoring the flavor as the sugar cube melted in my mouth. It is amazing what can make a slave girl truly happy. "Can I have another?" I whinnied hopefully only to have my hopes crushed by Daphne reverting to her Princess of Darkness persona.

"Look how far you have fallen, Allison. You were absolutely giddy eating a slave treat out of the palm of my hand. Clearly you have found your lot in life as a ponygirl slave," she taunted, as she gave me another drink of water while I blushed in embarrassment. She had a point there.

Shortly after cooling down in the air conditioned room, drinking some water and eating the sugar cube I began to feel more euphoric, relaxed, open, and unafraid with a higher level of energy, while also feeling somewhat detached from my body. I was no longer nervous about being bred by those hung stallions in front of the late lunch crowd. The idea now aroused me. I wanted it as the Sirens song of lust called out to me. I felt so alive and full of energy as I shook my mane, stomped my hoof and whinnied impatiently looking forward to a big horse cock thrusting into my cunt. What is wrong with me that I am acting like such a slutty ponygirl?

"Isn't that cute. You look so happy right now, about to be strapped down on a breeding bench and fucked by hung stallions. Ready to literally get shafted in front of a crowd for their amusement," teased Daphne, as the thought of a crowd watching me fueled my lust.

Daphne began teasing my nipples. Spitting on one she lightly rubbed the saliva around my piercing in a very sensuous manner sending tingles straight to my clit. Then she roughly pinched and twisted the nipple, sending more jolts to my distended panic button. I was panting in need as she started in on my other nipple.

"We need to get their tails secured," advised Maribelle, interrupting Daphne's fun.

Daphne stopped toying with me and pulled me over to a two pony bench as Maribelle followed suit with Lindsey. Soon the two of us were secured by our collars and bent forward over the bench with our feet secured. Daphne walked in front of us holding a small jar containing a paste-like substance. She was joined by Maribelle who handed her plastic gloves already having donned a pair. After putting on the gloves Daphne opened the jar holding it under our noses. The paste had a very strong ginger smell to it.

"For many horse breeds, high tail carriage and animation are desired traits. There is a practice with horses that is called "gingering the tail" which makes a horse carry its tail high and to a lesser extent to encourage it to move in a more lively fashion. Historically it involved using a piece of ginger root, onion, pepper, tobacco or even a live eel inserted into the horse's rectum. The modern practice involves using a paste product with concentrated gingerol like this and rubbing it on the horse's anus," lectured a grinning Daphne.

This didn't sound good as my pussy leaked in anticipation of my imminent breeding. Why am I suddenly so horny? I felt my tail plug pulled out as I whinnied in fear.

"This practice for humans is called figging, where a carved piece of ginger shaped like a butt plug is inserted into the anus causing an intense burning sensation. We are gingering your tails by coating your tail plugs with the gingerol paste used on horses covered in lube. That way every time the plug shifts the lube and paste will change consistency by rubbing more of the paste against the walls of your rectum," laughed Daphne. "Every time it shifts or you tighten your butt muscles the pain will be intense for about a minute or two until it subsides into a low burn. Imagine how tight you will get when you cum for your stallion."

This was really bad! The Princess of Darkness and her sadist sidekick were giggling quietly, trying not to make a scene. Meanwhile we tried pleading for mercy but it just came out as a couple of panicked whinnies adding to their amusement.

"Oh, by the way. Those sugar cubes we gave you were laced with Ecstasy amongst other things and the effects should already be kicking in. Lindsey, your admirer Beth provided us with the cubes and paste. We decided not to let either go to waste using both on each of you," chortled Maribelle.

That explained why it felt like my slave heat was on overdrive in anticipation of my breeding. I felt my tail plug being jammed back up my ass as I whinnied in surprise. Then it started. Slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed. The burning sensation ignited in my ass as I let out a forlorn whinny echoed by Lindsey. The weird part was that the pain somehow became pleasurable in the same way that I linked pain with pleasure the day I was sold. I liked this pain/pleasure combination, suddenly wanting more. Was this the effect of the Ecstasy or something else more sinister? Now I was both scared and beyond horny at the same time. Fuck! I am a real mess, I thought, as my slave heat overwhelmed my fear.

Maribelle and Daphne stepped away leaving us bound to the tail bench. I could hear them removing their gloves and washing their hands at a nearby sink. In the background I heard a loud high pitched neigh with accompanying cheers coming from down the hall towards the café. The mare or filly being bred had just made her call of the ponygirl. My slave heat ignited at the sound as I became even more impatient for my shafting.

"There is nothing better than gingering the tail of a couple of slutty ponygirl bitches," proclaimed Maribelle, as she slapped Lindsey hard on her ass.

"Enjoy bitches!" laughed Daphne, slapping my ass hard, trying to outdo Maribelle. "Shit, that stung my hand."

"Ready for some margaritas?" chuckled Maribelle.

"Definitely," responded Daphne, and they scurried off to join Hank and Carl for a late lunch and margaritas.

Now I really hated those girls wishing evil upon them. We lay there for a few minutes not daring to move as the burning sensations subsided while waiting for Penny to return. When she did, she secured our tails into stumps so that the hair would not become entangled in our vaginas. Doing so shifted our plugs, starting another burning cycle with Penny oblivious to our current predicament, interpreting our pained whinnies as fear of the breeding bench.

"Don't worry. You two are really going to like this. All of our ponygirls do. We use it as a reward for good ponygirls," softly cooed Penny, as she checked our tails one last time.

"Ok, I am going to attach pony twitches to the inside of your noses. For the breeding you will be led around by the nose using these twitches instead of by your collar or a bridle. These twitches can be quite painful if you do not pay attention, quickly following the directions of myself or the pony whisperer in charge of you," advised Penny.

Penny then clipped the rubber-coated teeth of the twitch onto the inside of my nose quickly doing the same to Lindsey. Damn, that hurt as it clamped down my sensitive skin. Penny released our collars allowing us to stand up and move away from the bench. The nose twitches were attached to six foot lines with loops at the end. To minimize our pain, we followed her to the ready position waiting for the pony whisperers to take over. Thankfully we did not have long to wait as my sex continued throbbing.

Two attractive women approached, dressed in matching Breeding Barn burgundy polo shirts with nametags, khaki cargo pants, cowboy boots and a number of items hanging from their utility belts designed to cause pain whether it was a whip, electric goad or horse crop. Each wore a wireless microphone attached to their shirts. This is where their similarities ended. The cute blonde haired, blue eyed Amy Fleming was about five-five, one hundred and twenty-five pounds with small firm breasts and a tight little ass under her cargo pants. Sofia Viagra was a taller, voluptuous Hispanic with gorgeous brown eyes and long flowing black hair.

"What do we have here?" asked Sofia.

"Spice and Daisy are two brand new first day ponygirls. They quickly picked up the gaits this morning, and were bred during lunch, earning their orange plumes. After lunch they had a quick trip to Bender's pond where they were bred a second time. Once here they were hydrated and prepped for breeding. They are accompanied by four stallions over there that to my knowledge have not bred today," advised Penny.

"Looks like we have another stallion that earned a reward needing a filly this afternoon," sighed Sofia. Turning to us she asked, "Is one of you more sexually active or experienced than the other?"

"What she wants to know is there one of you that can take a bigger shaft?" clarified Amy.

"That's me!" I whinnied, stomping my right hoof while nodding my head up and down as I snorted impatiently. I really needed this now. I'm surprised I wasn't frothing at the mouth in excitement as my slave heat took over.

"According to the information we received from Mistress Kara at Broadstone she referred to Spice as the 'fuck bunny' and Daisy as the 'nun'," added Penny, giggling.

"Ok, the fuck bunny gets Viande for the grand finale," chuckled Sofia.

"We'll start Spice first with two stallions and then Daisy for the next two bringing in Spice for the end," advised Amy.

You want the fillies or the stallions this time?" asked Sofia. Personally I'd like the studs."

"No problem. I'll take the fillies Sofia. I know how much you like to fondle those stallions, especially Viande," laughed Amy, as Sofia sashayed over to the stallions who upon seeing her approach started getting excited as their shafts came to life.

Turning towards us Amy stated, "Ok, I am going to lead the two of you out there and introduce you to the audience. After each breeding I will check on you to see if you need a break or can continue. Pay attention, these nose twitches hurt like a bitch and I will use them if you fail to follow my commands. Do you understand?"

Lindsey and I both stomped our right foot, neighing while nodding our heads indicating that we did. Amy then checked out Lindsey by tweaking her nipples, grabbing and then slapping her ass before fingering her cunt. Her fingers glistened with Lindsey's juices as Lindsey shuffled impatiently, a nun no more.

"Daisy, you are a wet and ready little filly. Still, I need to put some lube in you as insurance due to company policy to make sure you stay ready," advised Amy, as she fingered lube into Lindsey's vagina.

"Daisy, I need you to calm down. You are over eager. I do not want you getting hurt. Take a deep breath and center yourself," she whispered, while gently petting Lindsey's head and face. It seemed to work as Lindsey became less agitated.

Then it was my turn. I whinnied in delight as she twisted and pinched my nipples sending little electrical charges flying to my clit. Then she slapped my flank and fingered my pussy as I stomped my right hoof impatiently.

"My, you're an edgy little filly," cooed Amy, as she tried to calm me while rubbing some lubricant into my fiery cunt. "You are ponyslut soaking wet. Your pussy is so moist I am wasting good lube here, but it is company policy so let me get this finished."

When she rubbed the lube into my pussy it felt at times like I entered this trance-like state I went into during slave yoga without even trying. No, it felt more like my overactive slave heat was returning with a vengeance. In a moment of clarity, a feeling of euphoria overwhelmed me as I reunited with a long lost friend that I missed greatly as my senses came alive, my slave heat igniting. What's taking so long? Let's get this show on the road, I thought to myself. What is wrong with me? Why do I suddenly need to trot out there and get gangbanged in front of a crowd? My nipples were tingling and my cunt burned with desire. God, I wanted this. No, I needed it now. Once again, I stomped my hoof and tossed my mane whinnying in frustration.

"Easy girl, it will be your turn next," tutted Amy.