Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 02:30:12</strong>
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				The man known only as Montand had been looking for someone like her for a while.&nbsp; Perhaps he had become desperate in his search, almost realising that there was a time limit before his urges would explode.&nbsp; So here was a girl, who unknowing to her, was to become property of the French-Canadian.<br>He held no grudge against her, there was no reason or cause for her capture except for the beauty of her body.&nbsp; Almost as if he had examined every female that caught his eye, and realised this was the one who would fit in to the role perfectly.<br><br>She had been left to sob alone in the spare room, door locked for safety measures.&nbsp; Maybe she wasn't crying, and was a brave young woman who never let her face sketch her emotions for others to see.<br>Before awakening on the small, single bed, Montand had bound her hands in a 'reverse prayer' configurement behind her back, with elbows bent and hands tied together just below her neck.&nbsp; Plenty of rope was used.&nbsp; The clothing she wore prior to the kidnapping remained, the only other addition was some rope around her ankles, preventing any means of escape.<br><br>Opening the door, Le Canadien looked to be approaching forty, although his real age was a mystery along with his full name.&nbsp; Bank account details were well hidden from peering eyes, the only probable source of a first or last name.<br><br>"I see you're awake.&nbsp; Maybe I should start explaining what's going on around here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:21:42</strong>
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				Monica had awakened almost an hour ago, driven back to consciousness by an aching in her arms.&nbsp; The last thing she remembered was a bartender delivering a drink 'pour la belle', and giving a nod towards a shadowy corner of the room.&nbsp; Things had gotten fuzzy after that.<br><br>The next thing she knew, she was lying on a bed with her pulse pounding in her wrists and her shoulders throbbing.&nbsp; She'd panicked at first, struggling against the ropes, but had only succeeded in rubbing a ring of skin raw against the unyielding bonds.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time that the door opened, she'd composed herself somewhat - although a lingering redness remained in her eyes, and there was a slight hitch to her breathing as she tracked him across the room.<br><br>"I think - I'm owed - an explanation," she said in carefully measured tones.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 10:04:00</strong>
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				His punctuation was slow, pronounced longer than usual, his tongue stalling after every couple of words.&nbsp; His hands fidgeted behind his back, out of sight.&nbsp; He glared at her at all times, a hint of a smirk showing on his lips.&nbsp; "You were one of the... <em>many applicants</em>... that were applying for the <em>special job</em> here.&nbsp; Of course... none of the woman knew they about it."<br><br>Montand had approached the bed and collapsed in to the hard mattress, his backside bouncing up ever so slightly.&nbsp; "But congratulations, Monica.&nbsp; You won.&nbsp; And you've got your <em>perfect figure</em> to thank."<br>She was everything he had wanted.&nbsp; Exact height, exact weight, every curve and contour in the right place.<br><br>"Maybe I should explain the job description.&nbsp; You are going to be my pet.&nbsp; More specifically, a pony girl.&nbsp; You might not know what that means right now, but trust me, you'll become familiar with it <em>very</em> soon."<br>Walking to the doorway, he leaned out to pick up a large brown box, with what appeared to be filled with some nasty, unusual looking items.&nbsp; One which he lifted up looked to be a large object with a long lock of hair flowing from it.&nbsp; The plug was large, and would struggle to be inserted in to where it was supposed to go, even with a lot of lubricant.<br><br>"This... will be your <em>tail.</em>"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 15:15:33</strong>
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				Monica pulled away from him as best as she could - little more than a caterpillar-like wriggle, considering her bonds.&nbsp; The object he was holding up had been a mystery for all of two seconds - it could have been some sort of lash with a short handle, considering the length of it - but the reality was even more shocking.<br><br>"My - my <em>tail</em>?!&nbsp; You're - that's - no.&nbsp; No way.&nbsp; You can't fit that -"&nbsp; Her mind balked at the only two possibilities of where the 'handle' was intended to go.&nbsp; Suddenly, the knee-length skirt and panties she was wearing seemed horribly flimsy.&nbsp; A pair of jeans would have given her at least a little defense, but she had been dressed for a night out, not a day of puttering around her home.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 19:07:03</strong>
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				Montand smiled ever so slightly and had begun to fight with Monica to subdue her once more.&nbsp; It wasn't hard, however, he knew a woman in distress wouldn't go down easily.&nbsp; With a pair of scissors, he slowly managed to cut away all of the clothing on her body, including underwear.<br><br>The wriggling had annoyed him, nearly causing him to hit her to stop, but his hands stayed away from her face - for now.&nbsp; With her bare skin now showing all over her beautiful body, the Canadien pulled on a pair of latex gloves (reminiscant of a surgeon's) and coated the tail's plug with plenty of lubricant.&nbsp; "Now this will be uncomfortable.&nbsp; And it'll probably hurt, because I'm sure you've never had anything up that ass like this before."<br><br>Getting to his feet again, he advances towards her and begins the battle to give her a nice, new tail.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 19:27:07</strong>
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				She'd let out a little scream of fear as the scissors had come out, picturing what sort of damage those long, sleek blades could do.&nbsp; Her captor was disturbingly well-skilled with them, however, and it wasn't very long before the only scraps of clothing that remained to her were those pinned to her by the ropes - mere shreds that concealed nothing, and would fall away as soon as those ropes were untied.<br><br>As terrifying as that had been, it was nothing compared to the sinister glint of lubricant on the thick plug as he came towards her.<br><br>"No - please - You can't be serious - it won't fit!" she protested.&nbsp; In truth, she'd never had <em>anything</em> up her ass before, and couldn't imagine anyone wanting something up there.&nbsp; With her arms still bound behind her, however, she had no way to defend herself.&nbsp; Her tied ankles made it impossible for her to escape.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 19:36:40</strong>
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				"It'll fit, might just need a few twists and turns."&nbsp; And that's exactly what Montand did.&nbsp; Although no matter how stubborn she had been in preventing the insertation, he pressed it against the hole of her buttocks and slowly watched as the lubricated plug disappeared in to the narrow darkness.<br><br>With the full length now in, he had kept his watching eyes firmly on her panicking expression, waiting for that moment where the pain came.&nbsp; It was tough, her ass was tight, and at one point he even considered she was right, and it wouldn't fit.&nbsp; But she was proven wrong, and Montand went to the box to pick out more of the things.<br><br>"You better get used to not using your arms.&nbsp; Ponies don't need them."&nbsp; Sometimes he cringed calling a woman a pony, or a pet.&nbsp; But both of them would have to adapt at her description from now on.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:01:54</strong>
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				For the next few minutes, the world was reduced to that one point of pressure.&nbsp; Resisting it made the pain worse, as the little ring of muscle balked at anything moving inward.&nbsp; Slowly but surely, she felt that resistance give way.<br><br>First, there was a feeling of stretching - the cool touch of the lube faded as that stretch burned through her.&nbsp; Then, there was movement on top of the stretch, and a pained gasp came before the plug was halfway to its widest point.<br><br>It kept coming.&nbsp; Just as she was sure that she was going to be split in two, there was a strange sort of relief as the bulge passed, and her tight muscles squeezed down on the narrower neck behind it.&nbsp; It was still obvious to her that something was holding her open, but her attempts to avoid her fate had simply frozen in that surreal moment.&nbsp; It was as if the tension trying to keep it out had suddenly drawn those last millimeters <em>in</em> instead.<br><br>Not to say that it was <em>comfortable</em> - she felt bruised, and her pulse throbbed around the thick plug, and when she was temporarily left to her own devices, she found that moving her hips in the slightest caused unusual pressures in her belly.<br><br>"Y-you can't do this.&nbsp; It's kidnapping," she said, trying to sound reasonable, but a tremor in her voice betrayed her.&nbsp; It would be over a week before anyone reported her missing - if then.&nbsp; The surest she could bet on was when her apartment rent came due at the end of the month.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:10:12</strong>
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				"That's one word to call it."&nbsp; Montand muttered, about her claiming he was kidnapping her.&nbsp; "No one will know where you've gone, like you've disappeared off the face of the earth or just moved away without telling anybody.&nbsp; A new job in a new town, well, to be honest, that is the truth."&nbsp; He laughed at what he said.&nbsp; "And you have no idea exactly where you are.&nbsp; You might be hundreds of miles away from home, or merely down the road."<br><br>Next came the nipple clamps.&nbsp; His thumb tickled them hard, massaging the area of her breasts and even trailing his damp tongue over them, leaving a silvery trail that would be left to dry with the warm air from outside.&nbsp; What differed the clamps from the usual ones were what hung at the end.&nbsp; As he attached the pair, a slight weight forced her breasts down ever so slightly, and any sort of movement caused a strange jingle to begin.<br>On inspection, there was a small bell on the end which rattled when ever her body twitched or shook.&nbsp; "Nice little touch, don't you think?"&nbsp; He asked, flicking at the golden metal bells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:28:33</strong>
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				Monica blushed as the attention to her breasts made her nipples stand out, perfect and pink for the clamps to grab onto.&nbsp; The jingle sounded very loud as she tried to draw back from him again.<br><br>Pulling back forced another gasp from her.&nbsp; The plug from behind and the clamps in front made it difficult to find a position that didn't press against one of the two.&nbsp; She tried again to reason with him.<br><br>"Why are you doing this?"
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:50:43</strong>
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				"Why?&nbsp; Why do people play golf, or go and support their football team?&nbsp; Because it's what I like to do.&nbsp; But... I guess I'm sorry that it had to be you that was on the receiving end of it all.&nbsp; I truelly am, Monica."<br><br>His apology sounded less than genuine, in fact he followed it up with a cruel smile as the bit gag was held in front of her face.&nbsp; The complicated arrangement of straps made the harness look like something used to torture people in the medieval days.&nbsp; "Now hold your head still."&nbsp; He motioned, trying to force the bit in to her mouth, and crawling around to fasten the leather straps in to place.<br><br>The weather happened to be particularly sunny around this area, with the terrain making it perfect for his hobby to be carried out.&nbsp; "You won't always be outside, Monica.&nbsp; During the winter months, you'll be my... <em>inside pet</em>... if you like.&nbsp; Dog, cat, what do you prefer?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 03:06:37</strong>
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				"I'd - prefer - to be - hu-mumph!" Monica replied, the last word garbled as he managed to fit the bit into her mouth.&nbsp; Green eyes blazed as she continued to make it as difficult as possible for him to fasten the straps.<br><br>Outside?&nbsp; He intended on keeping her outside?&nbsp; As heartless as it sounded, it made her think of the possibility of escape...
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 03:28:34</strong>
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				Her head shook violently, as if she were suffering from a convulsion from him putting the bit in her mouth.&nbsp; "Make it... easy... and you won't... get punished!"&nbsp; His words were caught from violent shakes, but finally he managed to get the harness securely wrapped around her head, fixing her hair to prevent any loose strands catching in the buckles.<br><br>For now, he had one last thing to put on her.&nbsp; Her shoes.&nbsp; Specially designed for someone just as unlucky as her.&nbsp; Dropping them in front of the bed, Montand stepped away, and pointed towards what could only be decribed as boots with a peculiar looking heel (or lack of one, actually).&nbsp; "Step in to them, then I'll fasten them on."<br><br>The footwear looked to be emulating the appearance of... horses hooves!&nbsp; The design forced her toes to point downwards, in to a semi-circular platform - ie - a hoof...
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 04:58:26</strong>
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				She gave him a look as if to say 'you've got to be kidding', but only a slightly sarcastic, questioning sound worked its way past the bit.&nbsp; Without her arms for balance, and with her feet tied, she was sure that being up on those platforms would result in her falling flat on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 09:18:24</strong>
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				Pushing the boots closer with the toe of his shoe, Montand watched as she blatantly refused to put them on.&nbsp; Whether it was due to the rope around her ankles that held her back, or merely not allowing herself to do something so humiliating, so willingly.<br><br>Montand left the room for a few moments, having what sounded to be a discussion on the phone, although his voice was barely audible, other than laughing and hsi voice which indicated he was in a cheery mood.<br>Discovering that she hadn't did as he asked when he came back, the Canadian cut away at the bonds on her legs and crouched next to them, clutching the limbs tightly and forcing them in to the boots.<br><br>"Still want to play it rough, huh?&nbsp; I can play rough too.&nbsp; You've no idea what's coming ahead of you, what you'll be forced to do as a pony."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 17:53:39</strong>
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				Monica made an indignant noise as she was manhandled into the strange boots, but it was obvious from the comfort level he showed with the devices that he had done this before.&nbsp; Even without the benefit of the ropes, she had no doubt that he would have been able to overpower her.&nbsp; <br><br>In response to his comment, she shook her head defiantly.&nbsp; She didn't know, nor did she particularly <em>want</em> to know.&nbsp; All she knew was that she had already been violated in ways she'd never dreamed - and apparently for this man's amusement.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 19:43:56</strong>
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				With the boots now secured, and fastened around her feet, Montand stood up and wiped gloved hands over her naked breasts, one finger massaging the area around the nipples putting up with the weight of the bells.&nbsp; "Now we're going to see how well you can prance, Monica."<br><br>Closing the door, he leaned back against it and nodded his head.&nbsp; "Start lifting your legs, knees high.&nbsp; If you don't lift your legs high enough, then... well... you'll find out."&nbsp; His words dragged once more, teasing and trailing off in to a cliffhanger ending.&nbsp; "Go."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 04:44:33</strong>
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				Monica wasn't even sure she could walk normally in those boots.&nbsp; Her weight was almost entirely on her toes, and while it certainly showed off her shapely calves, it was wreaking havoc with her balance.&nbsp; Still, she knew she'd <em>have</em> to walk in order to get away from this man.<br><br>Carefully, awkwardly, she lifted one foot an inch or two and took a tottering step forward.&nbsp; Her torso swayed, making the slight weight of the bells tug on her nipples, and setting up an almost cheery tinkling sound.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 12:39:27</strong>
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				Montand watched with a low, sunk brow.&nbsp; "I told you, lift your legs high.&nbsp; I want to see your knees at right angles!"&nbsp; His attitude was becoming agitated, angered, feeling if she didn't put any more effort in to it, then it would be punishment time for her.<br><br>Reaching in to the box for what a horse was usually kept in check with, his fingers stroked the material of the long horseriding whip, checking to see if she reacted to it at all.&nbsp; "Guess then... I'll have to convince you to give me some high steps.&nbsp; Every time you trail your foot along the ground, or don't raise it high enough, you get a firm whack of this.&nbsp; Like so-"<br><br>A loud, aching crack was felt against her exposed left ass cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 18:57:04</strong>
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				"Mmmf!" came from behind the bit, although it was certain that the actual word had been far more explicit.&nbsp; To prove her point, she jerked one leg up higher - maybe three inches - and nearly overbalanced herself, stumbling forward several ungraceful steps before she managed to avoid falling.<br><br>Her face flamed as she glared up at him.&nbsp; A few stray locks of brown hair had come loose from her careful styling, and now framed her face despite her efforts to toss them out of the way.<br><br>Yes, this was a spirited young filly.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 19:09:59</strong>
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				"Useless, aren't you?"&nbsp; Montand shook his head in disappointment, and the whip swung towards her right ass cheek, smacking hard against the bare skin, before a quick lash joined it on the opposite one.&nbsp; "How can I put you out on the fields if you can't even step forward in those shoes?"&nbsp; The smart thing would be to take them off, maybe just have her trot on bare feet or something more flat, but that was out of the question for now.<br><br>"Come on, I'll show you where you will be sleeping for the next little while.&nbsp; Just be thankful we're in the summer just now."&nbsp; Waving the whip in his hand to threaten her to do what he asked, or face another lashing, he began to walk out in to the corridor and out the back, towards a barn about fifty feet away from the house.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 20:16:58</strong>
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				Instead of prancing like a palfrey, Monica clumped like a Clydesdale, but she did walk along the hallway behind him if only to get out of that room.&nbsp; True, she'd still be outside and naked, but it was one less set of walls to deal with.<br><br>Without the ability to even rub at the lash-marks, the pain throbbed with every step, but she gritted her teeth and pushed on...
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 20:27:38</strong>
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				He pushed open the barn door.&nbsp; It was a rather small building, more like a large shed than a small barn, actually.&nbsp; The large, single door revealed a lot of gardening equipment around the walls and in most of the corners.&nbsp; To one side was what looked like a pair of toilet stalls, made of wood (to match the walls and flooring), yet the doors only reached half way up, stopping just about the waist.<br><br>"This is where you'll be sleeping."&nbsp; Montand opened up the stall nearest the door and showed her the uncomfortable area she would be lying on.&nbsp; A few pieces of grass and straw were on the ground, but gave no cushioned effect.&nbsp; Plain, solid wood.&nbsp; There was a large hook poking out, which had a pair of reigns attached.&nbsp; These were to be fastened to the bit harness on her head, preventing her from getting away during the night.<br><br>"Do you want to have a little sleep?"&nbsp; He asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 23:38:28</strong>
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				Monica looked around the stall, her lip curling a little in disgust, but she nodded once, abruptly.&nbsp; She didn't intend to sleep, but to try to find some way of getting herself freed from the ropes and boots.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 15:22:05</strong>
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				Having leashed her to the small metal hook in the floor, Montand left her to think things over for well over a day.&nbsp; There were a number of open cracks in the wood that allowed light to come in and shine parts of the darkness, giving Monica at least something to look at.<br><br>After what probably seemed like an eternity, the Canadien returned with a large bowl, with some food in it.&nbsp; It didn't look tasty, although considering she hadn't eaten in well over a day, he expected her to chew the slop up quickly.&nbsp; Turning on a light, it shone the room and Montand smiled.<br><br>"Evening.&nbsp; Sorry I've been away, I thought I'd leave you to get used to your new life.&nbsp; How you taking it?"&nbsp; He asked, opening the small door in front of her and placing the bowl carefully on the floor.&nbsp; Unloosening her bit gag, he held it in his hands and smiled, expecting a rant to begin.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 18:13:30</strong>
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				There was some evidence that Monica had tried to work her way loose.&nbsp; There were scuffs on the floor where she had tried to catch the boots' buckles in the cracks between the boards.&nbsp; Her wrists and elbows were red from scraping against the walls of the barn.&nbsp; Bits of straw in her dark hair showed that she had gotten a little sleep, but there was exhaustion in her eyes.<br><br>"How - did you expect I'd be taking it?" she asked thickly.&nbsp; "I can barely walk, it's impossible to lie down - you've got me in a <em>barn</em> for crying out loud..."<br><br>Her stomach protested at that moment, cutting her complaints off.&nbsp; "Are you planning on <em>starving</em> me into cooperating?"
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 18:23:00</strong>
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				"No, I came to bring you some food.&nbsp; That's if you want it.&nbsp; I haven't tasted it myself but I can guess it'll taste alright if you're a little desperate."&nbsp; Montand shrugged, and pointed at the horrible looking meal he had placed on the floor.&nbsp; With no spoon, and her hands tied tightly behind her back, there was an obvious hint that if she wanted to eat, then the woman would be forced to kneel and dip her mouth in to it like an animal.<br><br>"I see you've been a little restless.&nbsp; That you trying to escape?&nbsp; Try all you want, it's not going to happen.&nbsp; Guess it passes the time though, huh?"&nbsp; He sniggers are her torment and pulls a few strands of straw from her hair, flicking them back on to the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 19:15:41</strong>
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				Pride told her to stand her ground.&nbsp; It had taken her an hour to get back to her feet after her short nap, and she didn't want to be in that helpless a situation in front of this man.<br><br>Hunger, however, was a strong factor as well.&nbsp; She had never actually <em>gone</em> hungry before, not to the point where something like that bowl was starting to look even slightly appetizing.&nbsp; That was the point she was at now.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked from his face to the bowl on the floor, and she backed towards the wall, intending to try getting down in a more - controlled fashion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 19:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her attempt to lower herself to the floor to begin eating the food, Montand moved closer to the girl to <em>assist</em> her, as he called it.&nbsp; Instead, she was shoved to her knees, and the man used his strength to slowly descend her face in to the slop, no matter how much fight back she gave to lift her head the opposite way.&nbsp; "Eat it up, I bet it's real tasty."<br><br>Already, her face was caked in the substance, his hand stretched behind her head and keeping it from being lifted up.&nbsp; However, every ten or so seconds, he would give her some air - and allow Monica to speak out a few grunts - before returning her face back in to the bowl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 21:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a case of swallow or suffocate, and Monica was not about to be drowned in a plate of gruel - or whatever it was.&nbsp; She tried her best not to taste it, or to think about what might be in it.&nbsp; Every time her head was allowed up, she took in a great, gasping breath before she was pushed down again.<br><br>When the bowl was about half empty, she put all her effort into keeping her head out of the muck, even trying to pull to one side to avoid it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 21:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He decided to take his foot away after she got through alot of it.&nbsp; Her face was dripping with the soup-like dish, although it was cold and had a probably horrid after taste.&nbsp; "That should have filled you up well."&nbsp; It was surprisingly very filling, deceiving to the eye.<br><br>"You look a state, you've got some food over your mouth.&nbsp; And nose, and cheeks, and actually there's a few splats on your forehead."&nbsp; The Canadien scraped a few pieces out of her hair, and wiped it on his jeans.&nbsp; "All better?&nbsp; Want to go out for a little walk now?&nbsp; I bet you're sick of sitting in here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like - to have a chance - to clean up," she said in tight, measured tones.&nbsp; Her anger at being imprisoned like this had settled to a seething simmer instead of the wild panic she had felt before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:11:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah, of course.&nbsp; I guess I can allow you to have that request."&nbsp; Montand leaves the little area and begins to turn a squeeking tap in the corner of the shed.&nbsp; He quickly returns carrying a long, green hose with the end in his hand, pointed at Monica.<br><br>"Close your eyes, I'll wash you off.&nbsp; Brace yourself, the water is going to be <em>very</em> cold."&nbsp; Twisting the nozzle, the water begins to spray out over her body and face, the force of the water causing splash back on to his own clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:21:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cold, more than the force of the water, brought a gasp from Monica, and the bells tinkled merrily from her perked nipples as she began to shiver.&nbsp; In moments, she was drenched, disheveled, but clean.&nbsp; Even the long tail that still dangled from the plug in her ass was thoroughly clean, although the wet strands now clung to her legs, making it even more obvious to her as she staggered out of the spray.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Washing her down a few minutes longer than actually was required, Montand turned off the hose and dumped it on to the floor.&nbsp; The place was now soaking, from the walls to the floor to the ponygirl in front of him.&nbsp; The water dripped down her, crashing to the floor, filling up the near-empty bowl and overspilling its contents.<br><br>Unhooking Monica from the hook in the floor, Montand took a few steps back and pushed open the door to the shed.&nbsp; "Come on, out you get.&nbsp; We're going for that walk now.&nbsp; Let you get some exercise."&nbsp; He said, swinging the bit in his hand, ready to put it back in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:38:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that thing - <em>really</em> necessary?" she asked, shying away from the contraption.&nbsp; "You've already got me in these crazy shoes.&nbsp; It's not like I'm going to be able to <em>run</em> or anything..."<br><br>Of course, she intended to do that once she was capable of moving in them better, but that would take quite a bit of practice yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 22:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, not yet you can.&nbsp; But soon I'm hoping you can sprint in these boots without falling over.&nbsp; Of course, that means lots of getting used to them, and what better way to do that than have a long walk every day?"&nbsp; He looks down at the bit and shrugs his shoulders.&nbsp; "I guess it stops you from getting the last word in.&nbsp; I prefer my pets to grunt and whine, instead of talking back to me."<br><br>Montand took a step outside and picked up the whip sitting next to the door.&nbsp; He could still see that there were marks on her ass from where he had hurt her the previous day, such beautiful scarring which he hoped to do more of.&nbsp; Deciding to leave the bit out of her mouth for now, he pointed on a spot on the ground, and told her to begin walking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 00:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glared at him for that remark, then tossed her wet hair back out of her face and started to walk.&nbsp; She was a little steadier than the day before, but it was obvious she wouldn't be sprinting for a bit.&nbsp; Grunting or whining didn't appeal to her, so she was going to give him the silent treatment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 00:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand watched her begin to trot around the grass, an obvious improvement from last time's attempt.&nbsp; Her knees were higher, and her balance was steadier.&nbsp; At the moment there showed no sign of her falling over either, yet she was still a little slower than he would like.<br><br>Every so often, the whip would strike against her legs, or buttocks, due to his dislike of her stepping.&nbsp; However Montand was impressed and even complimented her from time to time.&nbsp; "Very nice, Monica.&nbsp; That's it girl."<br><br>Beginning to trace her route, he pulled the wet tail away from her skin and rubbed his fingers over her fresh wounds.&nbsp; "Does this hurt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 18:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sharp hiss answered him.&nbsp; "What do you <em>think</em>?" she yelped.&nbsp; "Let me hold that whip, and I'll <em>show</em> you how it hurts!"<br><br>It probably wasn't the best thing to say, but the demands of walking in the high boots, combined with precious little sleep and that tail plug hadn't done the best for her temperament.&nbsp; The only positive thing she could think of was that the whip stripes had taken her attention away from the dull throbbing in her rear
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 18:15:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand glared back at the woman, grabbing her hair and forcing her head to tilt upwards.&nbsp; "That's not a wise thing to be saying, Monica.&nbsp; Answering back isn't something I like to hear.&nbsp; I thought you were a smart girl as well, guess I was wrong."<br><br>Pushing her forward, Montand stuck his foot in front of hers, watching the girl tumble in a heap on to the ground.&nbsp; With her hands behind her back, there was no room to even fall in a protected landing.&nbsp; No, she went face first in to the hard grass.<br><br>"I think... my little pony needs to be shown how much control I really have over her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 18:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monica made a short scream as she toppled, followed by an 'oof' as the landing knocked the wind out of her.&nbsp; She felt a flare of pain as the nipple clamps dug into her skin, and a weird jolt inside her as the tail bobbed crazily.<br><br>"Then maybe - you shouldn't - have asked," she grumbled, just loud enough to be heard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 18:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Canadien flipped her over on to her back - causing the plug to enter slightly more - and slapping her cheek quite roughly.&nbsp; "Maybe the gag should be put back in.&nbsp; Or even better, how about we just cut that tongue out of your mouth?"&nbsp; Sure, that last solution was extreme, but she would soon learn that his threats weren't always empty.<br><br>Kneeling above her with his legs on either side of her torso, he tugs sharply on her nipple clamps, yanking her nipples as far as they could stretch.&nbsp; "Tell me you're sorry... tell me those two little words or I'm gonna stick something in your pussy as well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 19:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was another strangled yelp, as she tried to clamp her mouth shut against both threats.&nbsp; Although she shook her head hard, there was fear in her eyes.&nbsp; She was sure that she was in the company of a madman by now, and she was helpless to stop him from doing with her as he wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 19:26:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Monica not wearing any pants, or anything else covering her private area, access wasn't exactly hard.&nbsp; Montand unzipped his own jeans and pushed the blue denim down his legs along with his boxers.&nbsp; He was turned on, always had been with teh way she had been tied and humiliated.<br><br>"Actually, make as much noise as you want.&nbsp; Not like any one is going to hear you here."&nbsp; He smiled, and used his hands to keep her restrained and prevent any squirming or resistance.&nbsp; Stroking his hard manhood against the entrance, he began to push in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 20:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms were cramping up behind her, meaning that only her legs could provide her with any defense - and that was prevented by his position between them.&nbsp; Combined with the large plug, it was a tight fit.&nbsp; She did cry out as she felt him press through the last of her resistance.&nbsp; She couldn't help it, even with the threat of being gagged or mutilated.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 20:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He enjoyed her cry.&nbsp; She was once strong.&nbsp; Telling him off, saying cheeky things, yet he didn't hear anything like that anymore.&nbsp; "Ahh.." Was what came through his lips, a satisfied groan before anything had even happened.&nbsp; Now was the time to make her properly suffer.<br><br>His rythymic movements began almost instantly, pushing himself deeper inside of the bound woman, ignoring anything she said to ask him to stop.&nbsp; What's more, his thrusts weren't soft either.&nbsp; He rammed inside of her hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 21:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each thrust jarred the plug as well as her wrists, elbows and shoulders.&nbsp; Monica groaned in pain and arched her back to try to alleviate some of the pressure there, only to feel a jolt as he continued to pound into her.<br><br>As much as she hated what was happening to her, her body was starting to adjust.&nbsp; The walking had been easier the second time.&nbsp; The clamps on her nipples throbbed and tingled instead of shooting pain through her.&nbsp; The plug had even stopped being painful and had become a mere sense of pressure.<br><br>Now, with each thrust, the friction was causing her to compensate as well.&nbsp; She could feel them becoming smoother, slick despite the impacts at the end.&nbsp; It terrified her even more than the threats he held over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 01:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His thrusts weren't quick, they were slow and enjoyable.&nbsp; His lips would lower to her ear and let out a sigh, expressing his amusement at her current position, and also to tease at how much fun he was having.<br><br>"Uhh... Monica... relax honey... moan back for me."&nbsp; Montand muttered, forcefully pushing his lips against her cheek, as well as dragging his tongue along her recently washed face.&nbsp; The rain - which had started recently - was now beating down on her naked body, and gluing his clothes to his own skin, much to his annoyance.&nbsp; The ground became damper, and his fucking began to slide her back and forth against the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 06:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound she made wasn't quite a moan - more of a whimper - but there was a warmth at her core that was in stark contrast to the chill of the rain soaking into them.&nbsp; She shivered, and felt an answering thrill as the movement tensed muscles around both the plug and his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 06:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand kept it up for a short while.&nbsp; Now having a <em>pony</em> in his possession meant it wouldn't take him long to finally ejaculate.&nbsp; Although he should have been more careful, and wore protection on the off chance that the unwanted happened, Montand came close to climaxing.<br><br>There was almost a look on her face that was different from the whimpering girl five minutes earlier.&nbsp; Was she enjoying it?&nbsp; Or merely hating her body for reacting in its natural ways?&nbsp; The Canadien closed his eyes and stalled for a millisecond, the finishing moan and release of liquid signalled it was over for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 07:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the added pressure of the plug, Monica felt his release in more than just the hesitation and moan.&nbsp; She could feel every pulse as he spilled inside her, and was almost certain that she could feel the actual fluid coating her inner walls.<br><br>Part of that, to her shame, was her own lubrication.<br><br>The sensation, the knowledge that she was reacting - the knowledge that somehow she had been <em>sexy</em> enough in this position to excite him - all of this conspired to undermine her resistance to what was happening.&nbsp; Another shudder ripped through her, having nothing to do with the cold, and warmth seemed to spread through her entire body.<br><br>"Oh god..." she breathed, her eyes blinking open but staring up at nothing in particular.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 07:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand remained in place for a few moments, watching her after he had finished.&nbsp; He tried to gauge from her reaction, what had just took place here.&nbsp; There was no need to state the obvious to her, she knew what she had just done, and the Canadien wanted to smirk about her, taunt the poor woman that she had enjoyed it.<br><br>But he didn't.&nbsp; He merely leant down, pecked both cheeks with a tender kiss, then knelt back on his heels, buttoning up his denims to their original position.&nbsp; As he tightened his belt, Montand watched Monica lie there.&nbsp; "Well... maybe that wasn't much of a punishment after all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 20:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The words alone struck Monica to the core.&nbsp; She could still feel a lingering pulsation, underlining the suggestion that he made.&nbsp; The whip stings were still present - almost a counterpoint to the climax that she hadn't imagined would be possible under the circumstances. <br><br>Now that he wasn't holding her down, she cautiously started to push herself along the wet ground.&nbsp; She made no attempt to get up, and the wet grass stung her fresh whip-marks, but she needed to distance herself from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 14:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand watched down at her movements on the grass, raising an eyebrow at what she was doing.&nbsp; "Do you want up?&nbsp; Is that it?"&nbsp; He asked, stepping closer and yanking the poor woman up on to her hooved feet once again, much to her annoyance that the Canadien was touching her again.<br><br>He wanted inside quickly.&nbsp; The longer he was exposed to rain, the more of a bad mood he fell in to.&nbsp; Rain.&nbsp; He hated it.<br><br>"Come on inside, I'll let you come in to the house for a while, until the rain goes back off.&nbsp; I know your shed ain't exactly the nicest place to sleep in with the cold weather outside."&nbsp; Nodding for her to follow, he already has left her behind and opened the back door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 16:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monica wavered for a moment, getting her balance and glancing between the shed and the house as the rain slicked her hair into a limp mass.&nbsp; As much as she hated the thought of being near him, the idea of sitting in a drafty stall while soaked to the bone was even less appealing.<br><br>Surrendering to common sense, she started walking after him towards that tempting warmth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 17:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing by the door, he welcomes Monica in just as the harshness of the rain reaches it peak, and shows no sign of stopping.&nbsp; He closes the door behind her and takes off his dripping, sticking shirt from his torso.&nbsp; Montand kicks his shoes off as well and grabs a pair of towels from the nearby bathroom cupboard.&nbsp; Firstly, he dries away the dampness from his hair and body, then gets to with the rain on his pony.<br><br>"Stand still... I'm not gonna grope you or anything,"&nbsp; He complained, doing his best to make her at least partially dry.&nbsp; The heating was up near-full blast anyway, so it was a definite difference to last night sleeping in the stall.&nbsp; "Follow me."&nbsp; Montand ordered, leading her to the kitchen, where he took some orange juice from the fridge.&nbsp; "Open up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The towel actually felt good, but Monica was shivering in reaction, both to the chill of the rain and the adrenaline of her first experience with being helpless beneath him.&nbsp; She followed him dazedly into the kitchen while her mind tried to deal with what had just happened.<br><br>Somehow, when she wasn't concentrating on it, her steps were much smoother, although it still couldn't be called 'prancing'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand held the carton of orange juice and began to tilt the liquid down her throat, regardless if she wasn't prepared, or struggling to swallow as fast as he was giving her it.&nbsp; "I bet you're glad to be somewhere warm, huh?&nbsp; You'll get used to the cold soon... soon that skin of yours is going to feel like a thick, furry coat on your bones."<br><br>Realising that he was giving her too much, he pulled the carton away from her mouth and wiped away the excess that was dripping out of her mouth and down her front.&nbsp; Wiping the same towel with it, he cleaned her up and returned the drink to the fridge.&nbsp; "How's the boots?&nbsp; You look like you're walking better in them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 18:22:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I don't want to walk better in them,</em> she thought - but after her unfortunate outburst outside, she didn't dare say what was on her mind.&nbsp; She coughed a little to get rid of juice that had threatened to drown her, and schooled her words into something she thought would be more acceptable.<br><br>"They - my legs hurt..." she said cautiously.&nbsp; She wasn't even used to walking in normal high-heels, and she was having to use her calves and thigh muscles far more than normal to keep her balance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 15:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand nodded as she said to him that her legs hurt.&nbsp; It was understandable.&nbsp; They were fiendish items to be standing in, forcing the legs and feet in to an unnatural position.&nbsp; If she remained in them for a long time, he would be cautious in taking them off to see the permanent damage done to her feet.<br><br>However, he took pity on her, and helped her sit down on one of the chairs in the house.&nbsp; "Don't kick.&nbsp; I'm going to take them off, let your feet rest for a little bit."&nbsp; He whispered, crouching down and beginning to loosen them from her feet, slipping the left one from her foot and dropping it carefully on to the ground.&nbsp; He repeated the action with the right foot, and again, sat the hoof next to the other.<br><br>Stroking the sole of her right foot, he ran his fingers along to her toes, massaging it gently.&nbsp; "How does this feel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 20:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even the act of taking the shoes off brought a groan of relief from her lips, and the massage - though her muscles protested at first - felt practically decadent.&nbsp; After a while, her feet relaxed into a more normal posture, and the tension in the rest of her body had drained away as well.<br><br>It was a strange sort of contradiction in her captor - he had kidnapped her, tormented her, and forced her into this bizarre gear, but in this moment, he was also weirdly considerate and caring.&nbsp; Of course, right now she wasn't actively fighting him, either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 02:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand was thankful that he didn't recieve a hoof to the chin.&nbsp; He only wanted to show that he wished to massage her feet, and take care of them.&nbsp; What was the use in a pony that couldn't walk?&nbsp; The way he had forced her to prance, she would have had blisters and sores covering her feet and soles.&nbsp; No way would she be able to walk then.<br><br>"I'd untie your arms, but I'm afraid that you'll try and escape," The Canadien said, looking up at the woman as he finished off rubbing her other foot.&nbsp; "Tomorrow, we'll be practising 'gardening'."&nbsp; He said, standing up and sitting beside you.&nbsp; "Gardening... will involve you pulling a plough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 06:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monica caught her lower lip between her teeth.&nbsp; "L-look - if you want me to garden, I'll - I'll gladly get down and pull weeds, prune vines, whatever.&nbsp; But - pull a plow?"&nbsp; She looked more frightened than defiant, trying to think of anything she could offer in place of what he was proposing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 12:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pulling weeds and pruning vines isn't what a pony girl is supposed to do.&nbsp; This is one of the reasons I brought you here, to help me.&nbsp; Did you think you were just going to stand in the middle of a field all day, so I could ogle at you?&nbsp; No."&nbsp; Montand nods out towards the window, reminding you of just how big the fields were.&nbsp; Of course, you've seen them already after I took you out for your walk.<br><br>"The plough is outside, around the back of the stable you were sleeping in."&nbsp; It is a monster of a machine, and you can just see parts of the metal framework from behind the wooden hut.&nbsp; "You might struggle to pull at first, I think."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Panoramic Pony Fields (Stanmore' and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 16:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monica's heart sank as she caught a glimpse of the plough.&nbsp; To her untrained eye, it looked huge.&nbsp; "I'd need to be a linebacker to pull that..." she tried to reason.&nbsp; "And in those boots - I'll be lucky if I don't break my leg."<br><br>She flinched, already expecting that he would take this badly.
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