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Mark's. It brought her little comfort. He removed her blindfold and watched her eyes as they tried to focus in the blinding light of day.
    'Quite a show, little filly.' He swatted her backside and smiled as she surged forward, trying to escape the contact.
    So where were the red carpets and her Oscar? Oh to be given the use of her voice once more. She had a few invectives that needed airing.
    'Tired and sore?'
    A feeble nod.
    'I have something that will help you feel a little more refreshed.'
    Jenny didn't like the lift of his lips which accompanied the comment. This was not going to be good. He moved behind her and she was unable to turn her head to see what he was up to. The next thing she knew the heavens had opened and she was being liberally soaked in ice-cold water. The irony was not lost on her. She had asked for it, had she not? Now, straining under the deluge of frigid water, she shivered uncontrollably and gasped as the hose hit her head, plastering her hair around her face in drowned rat fashion. While the pressure of the hose was unbearable the cold water was welcome. It soothed the itch that was impossible to scratch. It dampened her ardour. It finally stopped her hips from doing their revolving door routine and the enervating blanket that had begun to shroud her body was immediately lifted.
    As usual, Spartacus didn't know when enough was enough. The water kept flowing, soaking every inch of her skin and her shivering increased. What was he up to now? She soon had an answer. The hose was making its way down her back, slowly charting a path around her ass cheeks, before flowing directly at her pussy, which is when he turned the pressure up. The full force of the hose smacked into her clit, which was when she realised the water had done nothing to lessen her desire. She oh-so-nearly came, but clever bastard that he was, he'd already turned the hose off. The water began to ebb, before reducing to a slow trickle and dashing all hopes of relief.
    Mark screwed the brass tap tightly closed and then released her, using his large hands to keep her steady while she regained her balance. He could sense her displeasure at not being allowed to climax, such were the waves of fury that flowed from her sodden stance on all fours. He simply ignored them.
    'You'll have to dry yourself off. Most ponies just shake themselves silly, but you can do whatever takes your fancy. Then I'll massage some oil into you.'
    Jenny bared her teeth at him and growled.
    'Relax,' he grinned, holding his hands up, 'it's just unscented oil and it will soothe away all the remaining irritations the hose may not have been able to reach.'
    Well, he had a point there, she thought. Gritting her teeth in distaste, but knowing there would be no other option, she shook herself. Bizarrely, it felt good. The spray from her hair was cooling and invigorating.
    When his fingers got to work with the oil she groaned. It was warm. Warm, silky oil was being rubbed and smoothed into her skin by his capable fingers. His touch light and soothing, he began to work all the astringent out of her flesh. When his fingers slipped inside her pussy, three of them at once, she gasped. In and out they waded, slowly coating the comforting oil inside her. He increased the tension in her body and raised it up another notch. Then her plug was gently being pulled from her backside and he applied generous amounts of oil to the black plastic oval. Pumping it gradually back and forth, he worked every last tingle from her body and proceeded to create a few new ones. How many times could she become aroused in one day? This was madness, and yet, when his fingers left her, she was in the same state of heightened arousal that had barely left her body the whole time she had been here. How many hours had she spent in this innervated state? Was it always like this for the ponies here? They would be driven insane within a few days, surely? This kind of sexual tension couldn't be