My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)
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				Title: <strong>My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 04:55:36</strong>
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				The gentle creak of leather under strain, a light jingle of a training harness, the scent of sweat and the heavy breathing of her favoured mare labouring between her legs. She could feel her own fatigue start to make her body quiver, but it was too good a ride to stop just yet. Just a little more, and then she would give the mare such a rub down she would glow for hours afterwards. She cracked her crop on her boot, not wanting to strike the pony when she was doing so well, the mare shifting pace smoothly into a canter. Exhilaration and pleasure welled inside her, enjoying every attentive undulation of the mare’s body, the anxious flick of her eye as she looked at her rider, the tantalising sway of the saddle against her wet slit and the satisfying deep thrust of the oiled leather toy in her slick cunt. <br><br>Her orgasm was in reach, the hint of it making her lower belly twist and clench urgently as she rode her best mare to her own completion – when light slammed into her eyes. She gasped and shot up, waking on her bed. The sheets were twisted and partially kicked off, her nightgown hitched up, over her breasts, both hands between her legs. The curtains had been drawn open sharply by the maid who was now setting out the breakfast tray. <br><br>The woman was a pretty thing, dainty and fair skinned, blonde hair straightened and cut to an exacting bob. Her tranquil blue eyes were wide and heavy-lashed, and her lips parted as she clenched a ball gag in her mouth. Her clothes were a mockery of a traditional French maid’s outfit, glistening PVC corset that was cut away so her breasts were bared, the skirt held out at near right-angles by stiff petticoats. Thigh high boots clung tightly to the girl’s legs, the heels achingly high and forcing the maid to walk as a ballerina on Pointe. The few inches of her thigh showing were split into pale, promising segments by the tops of the boots vanishing into the underskirt, connecting to what underwear she wore. Her hands and arms were gloved in the same fashion, with skin-tight PVC.<br><br>Bianca had been a gift, in exchange for on of her ponies. Skilled in her own way, she was a cherished possession, but not above punishment. <br><br>Sitting up, not caring that the sheets didn’t cover her or that her nightgown had rolled upon itself so it couldn’t fall down. Her body was still throbbing with her sexual frustration. Bianca brought her the tray, which held a teacup, toast thick with butter and jam, a newspaper and the day’s timetable. <br><br>She sighed and looked it over as she sipped, barely aware of the servant tidying the room discreetly. There was a meeting in the afternoon, but the morning could be easily cleared. That was good – she wanted to spend time with her mounts. She had been neglecting them dreadfully recently, especially her frisky young mare. <br><br>She dropped the timetable back on the tray and finished off the cup before placing it down gently. Her nightgown was pulled over her head and dropped, and the sheets kicked away. <br><br>Bianca moved to help her dress at once, pausing only a moment when her mistress said, “No, not that outfit. I’m going to be training the ponies this morning.” Leather straps clinched tight, the weight of it familiar and exciting. Jodhpurs made of black leather clutched her legs, merging into riding boots without break. Long silver spurs came from her heels, the metal chinking on every step. The hunter jacket covered her torso, leaving a long strip of her tawny skin bare, from collarbones to navel. The jacket had no arms, but gloves attached to the shoulders of the jacket by silver chains. The gloves were a thinner, subtler leather than what the jacket and jodhpurs. Her hair was wound into a tight, chestnut bun. <br><br>Dressed, she turned to leave, then stopped when Bianca dropped to her knees delicately, and offered up the matching riding crop. The young woman took it and slapped it into her palm to make it crack smartly, then slid it into its loop.<br><br>With that, she left her room, heading down through her mansion then out towards the stable yard, eager to begin.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 16:20:52</strong>
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				She had been taken from the outside world and brought here.&nbsp; She had often heard of the Spider Garden where the decadent and the powerful lead there lives.&nbsp; Some nights when she lay awake, warm and restless, she would dream of being inside the garden.&nbsp; In her dreams though, it was nothing like this.&nbsp; She had dreamed of being inside in a place of power, not to be "trained" into one of its workers.<br><br>She was a very pretty thing, no older then 25.&nbsp; Her hair was her pride and joy, long and luxurious.&nbsp; Her body was very well shaped though there was places where a little extra weight could be seen.&nbsp; Some of it had thankfully given her slighty bigger breasts then most girls of her build.&nbsp; <br><br>She was being dragged in by some of the workers, she was struggling and crying a bit.&nbsp; The tears clouded her vision but she could make out that they seemed to be wearing some pvc, or was it their skin?&nbsp; It was hard to tell.&nbsp; All she had been able to tell so far was that those who served the powerful of the Spider Garden could hardly be called human.&nbsp; Once they might have been but now most had been reduced into animals or objects.&nbsp; Which she would be, she didn't know.<br><br>"P..please..please no.." she sobbed, begging as they dragged her into what seemed like a large barn or stable.&nbsp; Through her tears and cries, she could hear someone approaching..
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 05:11:21</strong>
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				Lady Darcy Fontaine was the pony trainer who stocked Spider Garden stables, both with real horses and the stylised human slaves. Her skill in the field was unparalleled, though she chose to stay clear of the political manoeuvring of divided clans. It was a rare day that she allowed visitors to her stables.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The activity at the stall told Darcy a new pony had been brought in. She usually got informed of new stock being brought in, but sometimes the scouter would spot a delight among the rabble and bring him or her in. It had been a while since there was a wild pony in her yard, and she could tell by the shuffling of feet it was upsetting the others. She walked along the stables, stroking the faces of the curious ponies looking out. "Shhhh, it's all right, don't fret," she crooned to a stamping stallion, her fingers trailing over his dark skinned cheek. He bent his neck and nuzzled at her shoulder, lipping her clothes. "Mmm, I'll ride you later. Behave." <br><br>She turned away and he snorted unhappily, his need for her attention making her smirk. <br><br>A moment later and she had come to the holding stall, three yard hands keeping the fiery mare from bolting. Darcy watched the mare through the bars of the stall, gauging her movement and body shape as she struggled. One of the stable hands finally got a bridle over the pony's head, sliding a soft bit into her mouth and securing the straps before the other two went about stripping her of her clothes. <br><br>"I'll hold her," Darcy said, entering the well padded stall, nodding to the stable vet waiting at the sidelines to give the mare a going over. Darcy would hate to have her yard infected by some outside virus. The trainer took hold of the mare's reins, forcing the scared filly to look her in the eye. "Hush now, quiet girl." Her voice was soft, cultured and firm, though she didn't expect to be listened to. It was only to distract the mare as the stable hands could hobble her. Two got hold of her arms, binding them tightly behind her while the other cuffed her ankles together. It was done in a heartbeat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 12:01:11</strong>
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				She was struggling and screaming as they tried to hold her down.&nbsp; "No!&nbsp; I'm not a pony..no.." her protests were cut off as one of them got a bridle over her head, the bit sliding into her mouth.&nbsp; It was strapped in and she cried harder, her protests muffled by the soft bit in her mouth.<br><br>One by one her clothes were stripped of her, revealing her naked body.&nbsp; She shivered in cold and fright as she was revealed in all her glory.&nbsp; Hearing a new voice, she looked over as Lady Darcy entered and took her reins.&nbsp; "Pw.pwease...wet..me go.." her sobbing stammering sounded odd through the bit but it was hard to talk.&nbsp; As she was begging her arms were grabbed and screaming, she found them bound tightly behind her, her ankles also being cuffed together.<br><br>There was no way she was ever getting far like this.&nbsp; She looked at the Lady, pleading tears in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 03:08:24</strong>
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				The trainer twitched her wrist, her crop making a sharp crack as it slapped against the girl's breast. "You will stop making such ugly sounds. If I ever hear you speak one word, I will her you surgically muted. It will reduce your value dramatically and you will not be fit for the Spider Garden, and you will be auctioned off to whatever demi-clan would want you." It was the first and last time Darcy would speak to the girl as anything more than an animal. All Spider Garden slaves were taught how to watch closely and relay information with great depth of detail, but not in her stables.<br><br>The Lady's eyes were harsh and unyeilding, having heard ponies plead for freedom all her life, but she knew they would have a richer, fuller life once they were broken in. It wouldn't take long for this pony to relax.<br><br>Holding the terrified ponygirl's reigns, Darcy beckoned for the vet to approach and begin the examination. <br><br>The vet had close cropped bristles for hair, ebony white and surprisingly thick. Her face as angular and fey-like, her eyes a murky blue. She looked very petite next to the muscular stable hands, but quick and alert as a fox. She started to run her hands over the new ponygirl's skin, pressing to search for hidden sore points. <br><br>To help keep the fresh slave calm, Lady Darcy gathered the reins into one hand, carefully keeping equal pressure on the straps of leather and separating them in her grasp with two fingers. Even with the soft training bit, the slight tugs of the leather straps were noticeable. With her free hand, the trainer stroked the breast she had punished moments ago, leather encased fingers rubbing the full softness with knowing confidence, cupping it to feel the warm weight, caressing the pink welt&nbsp; to make it ache, pinching the stiffening tip between two fingers and tugging gently. It was to distract the girl from the vet's actions as much as it was to make her grow accustomed to being touched. <br><br>All the while, Darcy had kept her hazel eyes on the girl gagged and helpless before her, tugging the reins when her pony's attention tried to wander. When Lady Darcy was close, there should be no one else the ponies looked to. She was trainer, breaker, master of her little slice of the universe. The only one higher was the Sacred Hermaphrodite hirself, and shi hadn't visited in a long time.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Ponygirl (Eden and Trippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 16:00:20</strong>
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				She cried out in pain around the ball gag as the crop slapped her naked breast.&nbsp; She quickly shut up, still softly sobbing but trying to muffle it as much as possible.&nbsp; She couldn't look at the Lady as the vet came forward.<br><br>She could feel those hands running over her skin, she tried to find another place to be.&nbsp; Anywhere but here.&nbsp; She was distracted as she felt the trainer tugging on her reins.&nbsp; Her hand ran over her breast, stroking it.&nbsp; Despite her shame and fear, she moaned softly at the feeling.<br><br>She was ashamed of her reaction, ashamed that she was going to be reduced to some animal.&nbsp; She tried to look away, looking for help or an escape.&nbsp; Each time she tried she was forced to look back at the Lady as she was molested and checked.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:48:33</strong>
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				"I wonder how much experience she's had in the wild..." the lady murmured in a distracted tone of curiosity. Ash the vet checked the mare for signs of injury of sickness, Darcy pinched the nervous pony's soft, pert teat between forefinger and thumb, crushing it with a near cruel pressure, testing her for sensitivity. The nipples were too soft to have suckled any young, and the skim of her belly showed no marks of pregnancy. <br><br>"How is she looking?" the trainer asked the other woman softly.<br><br>"Nothing major yet. Some bumps from transportation, some scars from a wild life, but nothing that would hinder her being excellent stock. Lets check here..." The smaller woman pressed her hands between the captive girl's thighs and pushed with surprising strength. Though tied at the ankle, if she bent at the knees she could part her thighs well enough for her nether lips to be parted and her most intimate areas examined for signs of her virginity.<br><br>"Is she unbroken?" Darcy asked, her tone amused and quietly eager for the reply.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:24:27</strong>
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				She sobbed around the ball gag, not daring to move her gaze too much from the Lady.&nbsp; She gasped, sobbing around the gag as her nipple was pinched.&nbsp; Her eyes were wild with fear as she felt thos hands pushing apart her thighs.&nbsp; She started to squirm and thrash again as she felt them getting close to her nether lips, parting them.&nbsp; <br><br>She was indeed a virgin, she didn't want her first time to be like this.&nbsp; Inspected by an animal doctor with these women staring at her.&nbsp; She snorted through the gag, more tears welling up.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:06:11</strong>
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				"Yes, she's intact. Very odd for this day and age," the doctor murmured, her attention moving further back. "And her anus it tight, too. You can train her from scratch."<br><br>"Still, she has some bad habits. All this crying... unattractive," Darcy mused. "But that's wild stock for you."<br><br>The vet hummed and stood. "I'll give her some shots to make sure, but she's healthy as far as I can tell. Hold her still," she said with professionally detachment as she took out a capped syringe. She broke the seal of it as the stable hands took a firmer grip on her, holding her in such a way that movement was painful and awkward. The animal doctor filled the slim chamber with a clear fluid and squeezed the plunger, letting out a sputter of liquid and air bubbles before jabbing it into the muscle of her upper arm. The liquid burned as it was forced in, but the needle was out in another moment. "Excellent specimen," she murmured under her breath. <br><br>The Lady nodded in agreement. "She will be. Lets get her washed," she said to the stable-lads.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 13:54:33</strong>
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				She listened to them talking about her.&nbsp; They were talking as if she wasn't even there or too dumb to know they were talking about her.&nbsp; Like she was some animal!<br><br>She tried to protest around her gag but all that came out was muffled, gag noise.&nbsp; Hearing the word shot, she tried to struggle but was grabbed.&nbsp; She screamed into her gag at the pain that shot up her arm as she tried to move and quickly went still.&nbsp; There was no escaping from this.&nbsp; All of a sudden there was a sharp pain as the needle broke the skin, jabbed into her muscle.&nbsp; The tears ran fresh as the burning liquired entered her blood stream.<br><br>She hung there between the stable hands, still in pain and not even sure what she had been given.&nbsp; She looked up with tear stained face at this Lady who was slowly taken away her humanity.
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