Her Master’s Brand

by Peter Loaf
with the art of Snap
- do not use without permission.




The pony hobbled, bit in her jaw
From Abu Dabi, hammer and saw
Pony adventure
Time of indenture
jenny gets crated, pony girl raw

She cannot wiggle, or close her thighs
Pussy positioned, the dildo’s size
The passion rising
Her pussy prizing
A crate they’re building, her panic cries

South African chief, has ordered her
Rental girl ponies, “The date that’s sure”
Horny handmaidens
Marching in cadence
Hardbound and helpless, a passion pure

An inky branding, on her right hip
A rampant phallus, tight in the grip
The hand truck tilt
Her pussy juice spilt
Box full of horny, loaded on ship

Restrained and ready, the foghorn’s blast
The seasick pony, her die is cast
Her tail plug aching
The cargo taking
Pony girl passion, before the mast

Five days in darkness, by anus fed
Her spurting urine, wetting her bed
Anticipation
The pony’s ration
High hot and smelly, her tears are shed

Terminal panic, swayed up from hold
Durban demented, the night is cold
The light returning
Her rental earning
A fire hose flushing, His arms enfold

Hobble boots clopping, led to her stall
Her bondage complete, giving her all
A whip that’s snapping
Desires trapping
Branding iron heated, strapped to a wall

The pony screaming, her tattoo burned
Her slave heat flaring, her freedom yearned
Her thigh meat sizzles
Pussy juice drizzles
Nipples erecting, her passage earned

Her inner fever her raging need
Her pussy empty, bit garbled plead
His boner poking
His ganja toking
The Chief he chuckles, his horny steed

The trumpets sounding, time for a race
The blinkers fixing, her pretty face
The others gather
Each in her lather
The claiming races, setting the pace

Each race beginning, a flying start
Each pony straining, pulling her cart
Their pussies swollen
Plugs in their colon
Buggy whips snapping, their weltings smart

High wide and horny, stagger and strain
Dusty track’s surface, African plain
The pack comes thunder
Magic spell under
The mud is caking, passionate pain

The winners reward, the breeder box
Hard bound and helpless, the ticking locks
Bent and presented
Her stud demented
Pony cock thrusting, the king of cocks

Claiming race Sunday, the biggest prize
Losers to auction, she really tries
Her Master loving
A dildo shoving
Finish line crossing, she really flies

Nobbled horse panting, covered in dust
Her Master sporting, his hardened lust
Taken to trailer
He doesn’t fail her
Her win rewarding, first filling thrust