PONY GIRL SHOWCASE: CONCLUSION STYLE 2

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 she 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.

After the breakfast, each girl’s pony girl harness was examined, belts adjusted, thigh high boots loosened, pulled up and laces were pulled up tight. Sips of water given and each girls hair was unbound, brushed and retied in a pony tail, and the black bow at is base on they crown reattached.

Though the girls were expecting their own handlers, they did not resist this pony pampering and even wiggled their little girl bodies as a light oil was rubbed over their exposed skin. But these people obviously knew how to take care of little girls all dressed up in black leather harnesses and pretending to be ponies.

So when the girls were individually brought out and hitched in their pairs with short chains connecting them at shoulder, hip and ankle, then led out into the empty courtyard, they meekly followed along.

Next the girls collars were attached to chains leading from rings set along the only bare wall along the edge of the small courtyard, and left their. It now was late morning, pleasantly warm, the sky slightly overcast and a warm breeze tickled their exposed skin. So far, it was a very nice day to be a little mollycoddled pony girl.

Mary Ann and Mitsui’s screams, even muffled by the rubberized bridle bits in their mouths, alarmed their fellow ponies. A corpulent adult male in a white suit, accompanied by four females in full Geisha attire had just walked out of the small Victorian brick house that formed the other long side of the cobblestone courtyard. Flame and Nuage, one side, Jessica and Nicole on the other were buffeted by the frantic struggles of their two fellow pony girls and the first two’s red and black hair began swirling as if the breeze had blossomed into a small gale.

"Now, Now my sweet little pony girls" He said in a very proper English accent. "I do hope my surprise appearance has not upset you too much"

"That’s enough, you too" He informed Flame and Nuage as he walked up and gripped their bridles. "Any of your little temperature tricks and the others will be very dead before you have time to perform"

The eight handlers now without their hoods, that had concealed their Japanese heritage rushed into the yard, drawing the pistols replacing the tazers they had worn in their holsters before, pointing them at the other pony girls.

"You will all be performing under my banner at the pony girl competitions at the end of the month and win your meets" He continued, stepping back and addressing them all. "If you ever expect to see your friends again"

They glared definitely at him at first. But the arrival of his gunmen greatly cooled their ardor for battle.

"We will keep two of your friends close to us from now on" He threatened them all. "Any escape attempt or temperature tricks, and they will be fed into the straw shedders feet first, understand?"

Flame’s look, told him he was a dead man, but her slumped posture told him, not today.

All of the girls were becoming terrified at this turn of events, but Mary Ann and Mitsui were almost inconsolable. Their grief rushing their minds towards total shock. The great bugaboo of their young lives, had again returned out of the dark shadows of their worst nightmares and claimed their tender bodies for his own use.

"See to my favorite little authorettes" Instructed the Japanese gangster. And the four Geisha’s walked over to where Mary Ann and Mitsui were now standing and shivering, sweat pouring down. They unlatched the chains from the wall rings and dragged them over to where he stood.

"Have my car brought around and after binding these two, place them in its trunk" He instructed. "They after moving the rest to the training grounds. See to their final training for the competition personally"

Rough Ride

The rest of the pony girls watched as Mary Ann and Mitsui were first shackled at ankle and then their arms drawn up right between their shoulder blades in the classic pony girl position. Next loaded into the trunk of a limousine and after their captor got in the back seat, it drove off through the gates which closed after them.

Then a moving fan was backed in and the remaining six pony girls were individually run up the ramp into the wooden frame box.

A chain was run from the ceiling to each girls neck collar and fastened with a keyed lock, then each girls ankles were hobbled with a loose chain running around and through them, again key locked in place.

Looking up to the ceiling above, and even without the van moving, they had a hard time standing still. There was no slack left in the chain leading to their neck, and they all knew they would strangle if they fell over, unable to get back up with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

Three girls aside, the ones at the front and the back could maybe save themselves by wedging their firm asses into the corners, but the remaining two had little to lean on for support. But Nicole and Nuage saw their four companions in misery standing out from their corners, braving the open unsupported ride with them.

For had not Sister A taught them to face any adversity as a group. For as a group, they were stronger than alone.

Straw was then brought in, scattered around the floor of the furniture van, the ramp pushed up underside, and the doors firmly shut and locked closed from the outside. No temperature tricks for Flame on this trip.

Looking at each other in the dim light from a glass covered bulb at the front of the box, they hopped the trip would be a short smooth one. But the truck took off with a lurch, Sabrina bouncing off the wall and barely regained her footing.

The road was bumpy, and at the next curve, Jessica bumped up against Flame, who had pressed her ass up against the back door to aid her motion sickness that was already coming on fast. They knew she could literally choke to death in her own vomit if she allowed herself to throw up, blocking her throat and nasal passages, and forgiven her for using this temporary aid.

They could not speak to each other and the side shields fastened to their pony girl head harnesses made it tough to keep an eye on each other. But they were facing it together.

A pothole sent them wobbling, brought Nicole up short by her neck chain. Her body trembling at nearly loosing her footing. Then a sudden stop sent them all sprawling, choking as their collars brought them up short. They knew their handlers were pissed off at them for their show of disobedience earlier. Dishonoring them in front of their boss and with the Japanese gangster not around, were getting their back.

Flame tried to get to where Nuage was off her feet her body at an angle, the full weight held up by her thin collar. Her face was turning red and her chest heaved as it tried to draw a breath. Flames hair began its dance of fiery death. If Nuage died right in front of her, all bets were off and everyone from horizon to horizon was going to join her.

The van doors opened and the handlers jumped in, rushing to where Nuage struggled, lifting her up on her feet and freeing her from her collar. One turned and slapped the last one so hard he fell to his knees. He glared, but averted his eyes when the rest turned towards him, faces showing disgust.

Soft words came from Flame, but the men ignored it. She saw each slap the back of their necks as if a midge or horse fly had bitten them. Flame smiled, they were dead men, as others had been a year before, when she was back inside her pentagram. Their boss she would take care of personally. Flame may be a little red haired Gaelic lass on the outside with her characteristic white blaze in her hair. But she was a fire Devi, and a cold-blooded killer on the inside.

Two supported Nuage out and down the ramp, the each girl was moved as before, one handler holding her under each arm, her hands cuffed behind her back, and another leading her neck chain.

Outside the van, the distraught little girls saw they were in a brightly-lit warehouse. A wooden set of stables had been built a few feet away and dressage setup had been built and surrounded by a low white board fence. Outside of it a race track, complete with starting line and outer rail. The pony girls were moved inside the freshly constructed barn to horse stalls and fastened up as before. Again the existing pony girls were already there, but looked even worse than they did, some sporting recent whip marks and two smelling of sexual abuse.

Once inside the handlers removed all their rubber covered bridle bits, hands again repositioned to be attached to their leather corsets at their waist. Two guards patrolling the walkway between the stalls, tazers at the ready. The tired pony girls immediately flopped down; Flame puking her guts out.

Rough Handling

Sometime later, as the interior lights had been dimmed or most shut off to simulate night. The handlers came into the stalls; two entering each of the four stalls nearest the door.

Sabrina was startled awake when two males grabbed her, one wrapping a cloth around her face stifling any possible cries. They unhooked her chains from her waist keeping her in her stall and carried her out of the barn. As she struggled, she saw Nicole and two of the other pony girls being carried out and dragged across the large open floor of the warehouse.

A dull gray metal door was ajar, inside a dim, dirty male washroom with paint flaking off the walls. Each girl was hung up by her wrists by means of lifting her up, and handcuffing them together over the metal lintels of the rusting toilet stalls doorways.

Then the girls were stripped of their thigh high boots and corsets, the discarded black leather clothing being placed into white plastic laundry baskets already set on the top of the water reservoirs of the cracked and filthy toilets.

The girls started to weep, knowing what being striped nude and hung by your wrist means to a little helpless female. Four of the men disappeared from their view and they heard the solid slam of the room’s door, cutting them off from the rest of the pony girls.

A handler stood in front of each girl, his eyes running up and down the soft prime young flesh suspended helplessly in front of him. His hands came up, she winced, but he ignored her body movements and began, first unwinding the cloth wrapped around her mouth and next unlatching and slipping off the pony bridle from her head. Lastly, his hands unclipped the black leather bow, allowing her hair to fall unfettered around her trembling shoulders.

They stood back, carefully watching as their little girl squirmed, hands becoming numb, shoulders trembling from the strain, little feet stretching out, seeking the floor, too far away. But it was watching the face, the tear filled, pleading eyes that was the most fun. They did not know what was in store for them, he did and that terrified them, more than if what they suspected and feared was actually happening.

Then the other four handlers came into the room, sounds of squeaky wheels echoing.

Then Sabrina’s handler reached up, wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her body while her other arms hand unlocked her cuffs. She struggled, but futilely as he turned and walked over to the middle of the floor and then let her go. Arms flailing, she dropped only a foot until her feet met warm soapy water and then her tight little ass cheeks hit the bottom of the large galvanized washtub set onto a freight-handling cart.

One handler grabbed her flailing arms as another undid the buttons securing her opera length black leather gloves. Sabrina calmed down, they were bathing not raping her. Four males hands ranged over the tiny girl, Mediterranean real sponges rubbed the sweat and dirt of the last few days away from her sore toes to her aching arms. Even cradling her head as they dipped it backward to first moisten washes, then rinse her hair.

They lifted her up and out setting her on an upturned milk crate and dried her off.

Then after slipping paper sandals on her feet placed a dog collar around her neck and led her out the door towards the wooden barn. As she was being dried, she saw the next girl being dropped into the bath. But wondered where they were talking her as they dragged her along the wall opposite the newly built horse barn and towards the dressage ring.