CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME
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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If he had wanted to play with himself, he'd have struggled with the mitts but, after two days work and two nights of being used as a pony boy, I fell asleep almost immediately.
Robyn, had crept back into the room at some point in the night and finding her basket full had slid into bed with her mistress. Sophie must have released her from the single sleeve; she'd still been wearing it when she came back to the room.
'Rise and shine, PonyBoy.' Robyn said bending to release my hands from the mitts then taking my boots off. 'Mistress wants me to take you home.'
She unlocked my collar from chain and lead me out of the room.
'Do you know where my clothes are?' I asked as we walked out into the early dawn chill.
Robyn shrugged. She was still wearing her pink lingerie.
'Probably in the horse box.' She unlocked it and climbed in stopping to look down at me when I didn't join her. 'You can walk back if you prefer.'
'My clothes.'
'I told you. They'll be in the back.'
They weren't but I only discovered this as we pulled up outside the hotel.
'I can't go in naked.' I told her after a brief search.
Robyn shrugged again and then slid off her pink knickers which she passed to me. 'Here.'
'I can't...'
'Then you'll have to go in naked.' She climbed into the cab and started the engine.
I put the knickers on and walked into reception with as much confidence as I could muster bidding the girl on the desk, a well groomed redhead with a pretty decent cleavage, a nonchalant 'Good morning' and explaining that in had lost my key. A consulate professional, she refrained from commenting I'd lost a few other things too (my dignity included). I got the impression it wasn't the first time she'd seen a man coming in at dawn in a pair of women's knickers.
'Someone's had a good night.' She said in a Liverpudlian accent as she handed me a new room key.
I smiled and nodded aware she was watching me as I walked to the lifts and waited for them to take me to safety.
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It was Portia and Cressida who came for me the following evening. They were waiting outside my room when I came back from the stadium and looked very much as if they were there to kidnap me; there was certainly no evidence of pony girl about them in their ripped jeans and T-shirts. All they lacked was a baseball bat. A few moments later I was bundled into the service elevator which they stopped briefly while they stripped and cuffed me; then I was hooded and stuffed in the boot of a car as we emerged into what I assumed was the hotel's underground car park.
Perhaps it was a kidnapping; all this submitting to strange women was presumably going to catch up with me at some point.
Tabatha and Sophie had certainly not been gentle with me but these two were brutal.
After about twenty minutes I was hauled out of the boot and pushed back against something rough, a tree trunk I guessed. My cuffs were briefly removed and then reapplied with may wrists so I was secured behind the tree. I felt pony boots pushed onto my feet and then a harness gag rather than a bridle shoved into my mouth.
'I really don't believe it.' I heard one of them say; Portia I thought.
A hand squeezed my cock which had somehow decided I liked me being treated this way.
It was right.
'It is big though.' Said Cressida. 'I might try it for size later.'
'Slut!'
'You're the one holding it.'
I heard tape ripping and felt something was placed round my chest pinning me more firmly to the tree, it went round a second time and a third and then more tape went round my waist; then they locked something round my ankles, pulling them back and spreading my legs so I was partly held up by the tape.
'That should hold him.'
'He is fit, though!'
'God, Portia. Do you ever think about anything else?'
'A girl cannot live by pussy alone.' Portia retorted. 'Let's get on with it I want to see him in action.'
There was a moment's pause and then something brushed my right nipples.
'Portia, stop it.'
'I'm just getting him in the mood.'
Portia's tongue circled my nipple again.
My cock twitched.
She licked my left nipple and then sucked on it gently.
'Portia!'
'It'll be easier.' Portia said between licks and sucks. 'Besides, he's clearly enjoying it.'
I was.
Then they were both at it, their mouths clamped to my nipples, kissing and sucking gently; and there was nothing I could do about it. It was wonderful.
'Mmmm...'
Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad after all.
'Then they used their teeth, biting gently and stretching me already tingling nipples.
'Mmmm...'
'Ready.'
Something cold hit my nipples more or less in unison. It was a shock but not that bad; then they grabbed them again and stretched.
'Ugggnnnnggg...'
There was a sudden burning in both my stretched nipples.
I squirmed wildly but didn't really achieve anything.
I knew what had happened.
'Poor boy.' Portia said. 'They are cute though.'
A hand grabbed my cock.
'Nggghh.' I shook my head violently. There wasn't much else I could do.
'Relax pony boy.' Portia reassured me squeezing my cock. 'We've only been told to pierce your nips; though if you'll take my advice you'll get your cock done too; all girls know that a piercing in the tip adds a little spice.'
As Portia continued to hold my cock, Cressida tightened something all too familiar round my balls. The girls were expecting total obedience tonight.
They peeled the tape away and released my wrists lowering me to my knees and then cuffing by wrists behind me again. There was no point in struggling, my ankles were still cuffed and I was hooded.
Besides my cock clearly thought I was enjoying the whole thing.
With my wrists once again cuffed behind me, they bent me forward.
Something brushed my anus.
'Nnngghh.' I tried to struggle but the strap round my balls went very tight and I was forced to keep still.
'A pony should have a tail.' Cressida said.
Portia pushed the tail in. It was larger than I was used to and ribbed.
I really was going to stop asking Bryony for anal.
'Right.' Cressida said. 'Let's get down to it.'
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Get down to it they did; there was no gig, just running and jumping and squatting and crawling as I was lead blindly through wherever we were by my balls. Portia lead at the start while Cressida encouraged me from one side or the other or behind me using a what felt like a riding crop. Finally, after what must have been an hour we stopped and I fell to my knees gasping, my thighs and chest burning and my nipples and balls throbbing. However, it wasn't over; they put me through an intense stretching routine that had parts of my anatomy connecting in a way they hadn't done for a good few years. Though the stretches were painful, the fact that the two of them used their bodies to help me reach the desired position was not unpleasant and I was pretty sure they were both naked. These girls were fit and I could feel the outline of their firm bodies against mine, the swell of their breasts, their strong thighs...
My cock told me what I'd concluded already; I was a submissive slut who thoroughly enjoyed this kind of punishing treatment at the hands of a women; and loved it even more if there were two of them.
'Shall we try the rings on the way back?' Portia said as I knelt enjoying a few moments respite.
'I'm not sure we should.' Cressida responded in a way that clearly meant she was willing to try it.
'Nnggg.' I shook my head, not that I had any say and a moment later some sort of leash was slipped through the rings in my newly pierced nipples.
I was even more obedient on the way back with one of the girls controlling be by my nips and the other by the balls. At least they didn't use the whip. They even gave me a drink of water then we got back to the car.
Then it was back in the boot of the car wondering what was coming next. We took the service elevator back to my room (I assumed it was mine) where I found myself stretched out on the bed, still hooded (thankfully with my tail removed) and I lay with my cock twitching expectantly imagining Portia fulfilling her earlier promise to try me for size. Then, suddenly I heard the door close and found myself surrounded by silence chained on my back and hooded.
Surely they were going to come back; or maybe another of the hotel staff was going to come in in the morning and find me in another compromising position.
Perhaps it would be the receptionist...
Yes, I'm a slut. I didn't panic, I just lay there with my cock pointing at the ceiling fantasising about what might come next.
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CHAPTER 20: SEX TOY
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The door opened about fifteen minutes later. The girls, it appeared, were just trying to psych me out.
I heard footsteps on the carpet.
'Well, well...'. It wasn't Portia or Cressida.
I turned my head toward the voice trying to place it.
'You do lead an interesting life, Mr James.' It was a woman's voice, vaguely local.
I pulled at my bonds but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless and hooded and ring gagged.
And my cock, once again, seemed to suggest I was enjoying it.
Something, fingernails probably, ran up my thigh.
'You could use a shower.' The voice said, her fingers tracing across my belly.
She sat on the bed beside me.
'Oohh. These look sore.' She touched one of my nipples and I winced. 'Pretty though.' She pulled one one of the rings. 'Those rings are quite like mine. Shame the girls didn't do your cock too.'
'Uh?' I turned my head towards her. Recognising the voice.
