PONY GIRL SHOWCASE: CONCLUSION STYLE 1

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 3 ]

Maybe things are not as they should be?

"Up and ready for another day, pony Girls" the aristocratic voice woke them with.

They saw handlers moving down the two lines of the pony girl stalls, unleashing two of the unknown girls at a time and walking them out. Jessica, the nearest to the existing pony girls saw them shudder with fear as they were hauled away, tears springing out of their eyes.

The original girls were not brought back by the time Jessica and Nicole were led out. A handler led them out of the barn through an ordinary door and into a very ordinary washroom. In turn the narrow leather strap was unlatched from the rear of their corset and brought forward. Then they were maneuvered down on a toilet seat. Jessica saw the handler who had whipped Nicole clean after she had used the toilet, start to finger up as his other hand caressed her flank. He then pushed her down until she knelt in front of him, removed her ball gag, slipped his erect manhood out of his worker’s rough pants and into her very willing mouth. As Jessica emptied her bowels hopped, she would get the same attention when she was finished, and she was correct. Both very pleased with them selves when a sugar cube was slipped into their mouths just before the ball gag were reinserted.

Mandy and Sabrina were next to be walked out into the toilet. But the sated guards only ran their hands over their sweet bodies. One lifted up Dusky skinned Mandy’s no trespassing necklace as his other wander down her thigh towards her quim. But his partner, seeing Sabrina’s identical one, shook his head violently, his index finger waging back and forth indicating "No". Both males apparently heard of their schools rather harsh retribution for violating its virgin students.

An hour later all the new pony girls were back in their stalls. So far nothing out of the ordinary had occurred to spook them. Next came a repeat of last nights feeding regime. But this time scrambled eggs and milk were the fare. Mary Ann was starting to settle herself into the regime of the pony establishment and began to wonder why the masked guards did not speak.

But she became alarmed when she saw Mitsui’s face.

Her partner in all things looked frightened, and her eyes wild and wide. One of the silent handlers had just replaced her bridle bit and apparently, something about him had spooked her. The same handler came to replace Mary Ann’s Bridle bit and she looked him over, very carefully. It was not until he was setting her rubber-covered bit squarely in her mouth, that she was able to look directly at his eyes. The only part of his head that was not concealed by the light black silken hood. And knew why Mitsui was terrified.

His eyes were Japanese, and his left eyebrow flicked up slightly in recognition, when their eyes met. They had both obviously seen each other before.

There were only two times in the past, that Mary Ann and Mitsui had been this close to a Japanese male. The first time was when the Japanese Yakuza gangster had kidnapped them, and the second time was when he had arranged to watch them squirm to forced orgasm on Greg’s wood and leather punishment horse.

She reared back, but he still held her bridle tight. She was not strong enough to break his grip, and his eyes twinkled as he saw panic overtake her reason. His other hand stroked her face, and next ran his strong fingers down her left arm, across her left hip, over her left bum cheek. Then brushed his fingers around her hip into the thin leather strap that ran like a thong from the back of her corset, down between her tight bum cheeks and up past her virgin slit. It’s purpose twofold. It kept their black leather bustier, down as she maneuvered as a pony girl, and aroused as its inner edge was ribbed to keep her aroused as it rubbed her quim as she walked or pranced.

But nothing was going to arouse either of them, as memories of the last two times they had been under that fat ogre’s thumb knifed to the fore.

Nuage, next to Mary Ann saw her struggle with the handler and wondered what s had spooked her. So far, other than Greg and Sister being late, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred to set her off like that.

Another handler rushed up and swatted Mary Ann’s flank with a riding crop.

She cried out, tried to avoid the blow aimed for her other flank, but the little girl simply did not have the strength to break the first handlers grip. Both handlers then gripped the frantic pony girl tight.

But Mitsui began tugging on the chains that ran from the sides of her stall to her pony girl corset, kicking the wooden stall.

More handlers came running and tried to subdue both girls, but the agitation was spreading. Mandy started kicking her stall, followed by Sabrina, they did not know why the first two were upset, but they were bored and needed an adrenaline rush.

By now all eight of the handlers were back in the horse barn. One grew exasperated and drawing his shocker touched Mitsui’s flank. She reared up, and screamed. Even her ball gag could not contain her shocked and pained outcry.

That was a very dangerous mistake.

Flame and Nuage had become first nervous at their fellow pony girl’s outbursts. But the initial response appeared mild and less than the strict regime imposed at their school. But the use of the shocker alarmed and angered two of the most dangerous girls in the school.

Flame thought nothing of killing anyone who tried to really harm her or her love Nuage. She had burnt to death dozens of fully armed gunmen, the latest only that spring in Bahrain. And had greatly refined her control since.

The man holding the shocker used on Mary Ann yelled and dropped the smoking tazer. Next the others quickly withdrew and discarded them as they smoldered on the brick floor.

Nuage yanked at her restraining chains and they shattered as metal reduced to absolute zero does. A handler rushed her as she reached up to unfasten her bridle bit and literally froze him solid in place in mid run.

Two more came at Flame, but stopped reaching down and pulled off their pants hurriedly as the metal zipper grew red-hot.

Nuage glanced down the line of her fellow students. "Duck" She instructed.

The two in front of her literally flew to bits when she pushed their quick frozen bodies out of her way and calmly walked down the line of her fellows, touching and shattering their restricting chains.

A handler ran back into the room, holding a pistol, with five more in shoulder holsters nestled against his chest with the other. He drew and fired directly at Flame.

"NO" remarked Flame and a narrow stream of fire rushed from her outstretched finger, dissolved the incoming bullet in a puff of light and enveloped the man in a ball of fire. He screamed and his momentum carried him forward, but her other hand created a wall of fire and he hit it and fell burning.

The other survivors were running to wards the man door in the far corner, but none made it. Two died when Flames fireball rolled over them and the last, legs literally froze in place, horrified as the fire engulfing his two dyeing comrades roared towards him.

"Time to get out of here" Nuage ordered and her fellow dazed pony girls ran towards the horse barns entrance doors. Nuage was first and the doors shattered when first her finger then her other hands fist struck them.

Black smoke was pouring out of the burning interior of the red brick horse barn as the girls ran across the courtyard.

"I thought you had practiced your control," A grinning Nuage said to Flame.

"So OK I need to practice controlling the fire after I set it: She retorted back. "But I thought you’re totally body freeze was a little sloppy too"

" I do not get as much practice on live humans as you do Flame dear" She shot back.

The two stood facing each other, their namesake's hair moving contrary to the wind drawn towards their latest conflagration as the interior of the brick barn roared into full conflagration, silhouetting them against the flames.

The sound of the fire brigades bells and a chopper approaching coming to everyone’s ears.

"You two finished burning and freezing?" Mary Ann and Mitsui inquired. "If so, please come over here for a group thank you for rescuing us hug"