11. Joe's Revenge.

Miss Morgan uncoupled the panting, sweaty ponies from the walker, tutting under her breath at the filly's poor condition. She handed the losing new girl to a nearby stable hand “3 hours on, 1 hour off" she barked at him.

The girl looked quizzically at the woman trainer, but Miss Morgan had already strode away, taking the limping winning pony with her.

It was an unfamiliar man who held the girl's reins, his face was leering down at her. The slack grin on his face disquieted her, "up" he said, punctuating the word with a swipe of his crop to her ass. With a yelp she scrambled up, noticing that in the pony boots she towered over her new handler "walk-on" he growled, roughly yanking her reins. Worriedly she followed him, heart still hammering from the exertion of the race.

The groom who now held her rein was a fairly new employee of the stables, he had joined on the mistaken assumption, that the stables ponies would be sexually available on a whim; the reality had been very much different. Toned, youthful, even beautiful female flesh paraded in front of him all day. The first week of his employment, Joe, had suffered from a near permanent erection, even using his breaks to jack off, just to ease his groaning member. Thinking of the irony he gave the filly another smack with the whip, leaving a bright welt across her breasts, Eliciting, to his delight a spook and frightened cry. These stuck up bitches, he thought, all just little girls under all that tack and arrogance. How he hated the ponies.

Joe lead the filly to another part of the complex, removed from the safe training complex. Miss Morgan’s prescription really was a punishment, normally reserved for much fitter, seasoned ponies. He shrugged, He had plans for her "1 hour off".

The filly had picked up on the negative vibes coming from her new handler, the erratic whip blows and jerk to her lead sparked new fears. She wished desperately for her dark cell, cuffed securely to the wall, just the thought of it seemed like heaven. He led her away from the training grounds -it was odd how quickly they seemed like, well home, the little familiarities bringing her comfort in this strange new life- to a small, windowless room, an evil looking treadmill its main furniture - she was not surprised to see it.

Joe hated supervising the treadmills’, hours of boredom - and frustration- in equal doses. The ponies couldn't be left unattended in case they fell and hurt themselves, and the slave girls could not be trusted to push the ponies hard enough, as Master Lucian said, it did not do to give the slaves too much authority- it made them forget their place. So, Joe had an entire 7 hour shift watching the pony run. He smiled this time though, he would make full use of her only break - for that filly there would be no rest today.

He checked the filly's boot laces, and her bound arms - knowing that negligence would not be tolerated by Master Lucian. Even in his short time with the Stables, Joe had seen a trainer strung up and disciplined (away from the slaves and ponies of course). He replaced her bridle - carefully- with a blinkered one, and chained her to the treadmill, smiling he took a seat in front of her, and started the machine’s programme. He knew that she was unfit, too unfit for the full programme, but she was the looser, and he wanted her exhausted by her break. The pony girls often kicked out like real horses. And their boots were solid.

The first three hours passed in a dream, Joe sat in front of the straining filly, just smiling at her thinking of finally getting some sweet pony ass for himself. Occasionally he took out his member and toyed with it, he knew she would have been denied any sexual release since she came to the stables it was part of the breaking process. Her eyes looked hungry for cock, even his. The thought of her physical and sexual agony was enough to make the constraints of his jeans unbearable! Every fifteen minutes, as if to mark off the time, he would stand, and slowly walk round the running filly, striking her with his whip, savouring her flinches and little gasping yelps of pain at the same time the machine would creep a little faster. She barely had the breath for the run, never mind screams of pain. Each strike of the whip brought a wonderful strangled, gasping yelp, more like a dog than a pony! Drool ran out of her mouth from the ring gag, and had run down her breasts, it dripped off of her erect nipples, and her whole body shone with sweat. He wriggled with delight as the first three hours came to an end.

The girl stumbled to a wobbling, exhausted stop when the treadmill slowed, and eventually allowed her a standstill, dimly she remembered the instruction "1 hour off" she nearly cried with relief, knowing she would get an hour off to recuperate. As she came to a standstill all the energy left her, slumped over the machine her legs were jelly, and spots swam dizzily in front of her eyes. She gasped and panted, there was just not enough air in the world to ease her ragged lungs, sweat blinding her. Silently - because of the gag - she begged for water, beseeching the handler with her eyes - surely they would not work her to death.

"What’s the matter filly?" he asked smirking. "Thirsty?"

She nodded vigorously, delighted, too tired to be wary of his smile - she did not know Joe's true nature. The gentle but firm handling by Miss Morgan and Master Lucian had not prepared her. The Handler was unzipping his pants, his slack smile even broader now. With little hesitation he thrust his cock in her mouth, the ring gag serving its purpose "then drink - it’s the only liquid you'll be getting from me, filly."

She gagged, trying not to take in the now ample stream of liquid; his only answer was a well aimed smack to her already sore buttocks. Shame burned bright red on her face, as she swallowed, her body appreciating liquid - any liquid. The handler laughed, a cold hurtful laugh “Yon ou dirty fucking slut. You ponies are all the same; you act high and mighty, aloof and untouchable. Not today. I don’t care anymore. Your mine. No one’s gonna check you for another 4 hours; I’ll be long gone by then. I’m gonna take what I’m owed, and I’m gonna take it from you."

His bladder empty, Joe withdrew from the pony’s mouth, a trickle of urine dribbled down her chin. He laughed, and slapped her face. Loving the sound of it and the red hand print that glowed from her cheek.

12. Violation.

The girl was badly frightened, she realised now that the man was not like Master Lucian, she was in danger. His voice was bitter and angry; she believed that he hated her, even though she had never met him before. Tears rolled down her cheek, the shock of being slapped was too much for her in her exhausted state.

Suddenly she felt hands at her ankle. Her blinkers blocked her view of the handler, she tried to kick out, instinctively, but she was too slow, her leg was already securely bound to the bottom of the treadmill and his strong hand was grasping at the other leg. "Hold still cunt" he growled, showering her legs with hard strikes with the crop. Sobbing, she complied. He fastened her other leg now, she stood spread wide. He was still behind her, this time fiddling with her collar. She felt rage, how dare he touch her collar! Angry she squirmed violently against him, trying vainly to regain some freedom, or to even just stall him. He punched her in the side of the head, for a few seconds her world went black, she regained consciousness to find that she was chained practically bent in half, her sex totally exposed.

Scream! Another punishing blow with the whip, this time right across her exposed ass hole, sobs wracked her body, she tried to beg for mercy, but just managed choked sobs. The handler seemed to stop in his attack, she jumped, expecting more whipping, but he was stroking her with his hand, gently touching her, she moaned - genuinely - as he stroked her pussy, and cursed herself as he laughed "you cunt-slut, you are dripping wet. You really do want my cock don’t you. I always thought Master Lucian was wrong to not fuck his ponies... well you might be in luck little filly... cause I’m gonna fuck you" he laughed, unsettlingly. "Fuck you up bitch."

She felt his cock brush across her wet hole, she groaned, hungry for it. But the handler laughed and pulled away, instead a savage rain of whip strokes rained down on her exposed flesh. She struggled against the restraints trying to protect herself, but she was too exhausted, and weakened to fight much, despite the burning pain. Eventually she slumped against the front of the treadmill.

"Had enough little pony?" his voice taunted. "Now I’m gonna taste sweet pony pussy, but I don’t want you to enjoy it too much - and it’s not like you'll be needing that soft little hole again, I’m the last fuck you'll ever get in this miserable place."

Joe smiled down at the slumped figure of the pony, her breath was shallow and weak, the fight, and arrogance gone, he grinned even more looking at his hands, as he slid his special, personal, toy over his erection- possibly his biggest one ever. Now his cock was lined with small sharpened studs, it would hurt her big time. He smiled, and pressed against her slick opening.

13. Bruised Apples.

Joe shuddered as he sunk his armoured erection deep in to the pony girl, her pained scream nearly made him come right away. Gritting his teeth he tried to calm down - focus. Joe wanted to ruin the girl’s pussy so it would never be of use to her again, payback, for all the girls who had refused him in the past, for having to watch those stuck up ponies wriggling their naked asses and jiggling breasts at him day after day. He growled, twisting inside her, eliciting a greater cry of pain, he smiled, seeing a thin trickle of blood run down her legs “Yeah, you love that don’t you – cunt?”

The girl could barely draw breath enough to scream, her soul broken. If this was life here, she couldn’t bear it. The hooves, the strange horse people, it had been nice, erotic, but this, this would kill her. She screamed on and on, barely hearing the taunts of her handler raging, boring pain in to her tender insides.

Suddenly, voices, men and women, bursting in to the room. Outrage, she heard a scuffle, the pain stopped, she slumped only the restraints holding her off the treadmill floor, and the world around her dimmed.

Master Lucian never made a point of checking up on the handlers and trainers in his Stable. The selection process was lengthy, ‘bad apples’ in the stable were unheard of. On this occasion he had been idling time before visiting Roe – the winning ponygirl, by taking a slow walk round the complex. On his orders, Roe, had been suspended on the X frame face down, blindfolded, bursts of cold water would be spraying her at random intervals chilling her – and keeping her alert, mentally on the edge. He smiled. The calm of the Stables was broken, suddenly, and earnestly, screams. He frowned, sprinting to the source of the noise – there was no one in the Stable due for punishment that severe, the girl sounded in dreadful pain. He pressed a panic button as he ran past it, his mind already made up that something was amiss. Several slaves and two other male trainers arrived at the source of the uproar – added to by the piercing alarms. Master Lucian drew his cuffs and with a nod, they burst in to the room.

Master Lucian grasped the situation instantly, the sight of the handler Joe’s pumping ass and the screams of the ponygirl told him more than enough. One gesture and his trainers grabbed Joe, they had him on the floor and cuffed in moments. The sight of his stiff, blooded penis enraged Master Lucian onto many levels. “Take him to the cells - gag him, the largest cock-gag we have.” The trainers nodded and hauled the struggling Joe away.

Master Lucian composed himself; the new filly was collapsed forward on the treadmill, her bound spread legs offering him a clear view of her bleeding pussy. He felt a moment of arousal, the urge to take her, she looked so helpless and beautiful, perfect suffering. He took a step forward, then realised the gawping slaves, and the alarms still ringing. Master Lucian shook his head. “Get back to your duties - or it will be ten lashes for you both, and get the alarms shut off!” he barked at the two girls.

Alone with the filly, finally, he caressed her gently, tenderly smoothing her buttocks, stroking her thighs. He released her one foot at a time, supporting her quiet form he released her final restraint, and took her up in his arms, noticing for the first time the tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry” he murmured.