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Authors: Don Winslow
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rudely grabbed Justine’s buttocks, pried her open, and abruptly rammed the greased butt plug home. Justine recoiled at the stab of pain in her rear-end. But the cruel mistress of discipline was not satisfied with the connection. While Justine’s eyes widened in growing alarm, she continued to push till the dilated anus was truly violated, determined to force the little rear gate to accept the widened end of the plug. A final poke sent the butt plug all the way into the girl’s tight-cheeked young bottom! The little ring of muscle snapped shut over the wide end, clenched tightly, leaving nothing but the lanky length of fine hair hanging out her butt.
Justine was a proud girl, and she truly hated this enforced humiliation, but she knew that this indignity too, must be endured. She had once overheard her mistress talking with Lord Basil about the Lady’s peculiar proclivities. He questioned the usefulness of the vibrators; expressed his doubts as to whether they served any useful purpose. But his imperious consort curtly informed him, in that clipped tone of hers, that that was hardly the point. A well-trained girl had to learn that such things must be tolerated. Such discipline had a salutary effect on a ponygirl’s character. “It is required,” the Lady concluded in crisp words that ended all further discussion.
Such were the indignities inflicted on the young and pretty ponygirl at the whim of her depraved mistress. Of course, Justine submitted to each one, as she had been taught to do; aside from the occasional grunt, or moan, she suffered these humiliations in silence. A ponygirl was permitted to speak only when spoken to.
“It is required!” was the consolation she sought, the touchstone she came back to again and again. A familiar mantra played over and over again inside her head whenever the throb of some devilish device lodged in her body began to intrude into her awareness. It is required! It is required! It is required!
Ponygirls Six Flare of Passion Geoffrey quietly slipped the bolted lock, eased open the back door a crack, stuck his head out, and surveyed the broad gravel driveway, checking each of the outbuildings that clustered behind the Manor House for signs of life. The scene was perfectly still; the yard deserted. This was beyond his wildest dreams! Tingling with excited glee, the young lad scurried directly across the crunching gravel in the loping strides of a long-legged wading bird, hurrying to where the wide stable doors stood gaping in open invitation. He quickly ducked inside the shadowy barn. He had made it! Pausing to collect himself, he leaned back thankfully against a square wooden column, breathing heavily, his heart racing. So far, so good. He took a deep breath, letting his flaring nostrils fill with the sweet smell of warm dampness mingled with new-mown hay. As his eyes adjusted to the darkened interior, he looked towards the row of stalls. The rig was gone, and so three of the girls had to be out as a team. He had watched as Cupcake and Stormy were led to the exercise yard for their morning workout. That meant only one ponygirl was left in the stable -- Snicker. But to his surprise the one he found there was not the comely and bouncy young girl he expected, but the cool and remote Flare who had been left behind, and was now the sole occupant of the stalls. The top half of her stall door had been swung back, and the view provided was from the waist up, a lightly-tanned naked girl framed by the square opening, silently regarding him with those wide, dark eyes of hers. He was clearly surprised to see the auburn-haired ponygirl, but if she was surprised to see him there was no sign of it on her expressionless face. She simply regarded him coolly and evenly, and in perfect silence. He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t say anything. Ponygirls were not permitted to speak unless spoken to, although he knew they whispered to each other when they thought they were safely out of earshot
Justine was a proud girl, and she truly hated this enforced humiliation, but she knew that this indignity too, must be endured. She had once overheard her mistress talking with Lord Basil about the Lady’s peculiar proclivities. He questioned the usefulness of the vibrators; expressed his doubts as to whether they served any useful purpose. But his imperious consort curtly informed him, in that clipped tone of hers, that that was hardly the point. A well-trained girl had to learn that such things must be tolerated. Such discipline had a salutary effect on a ponygirl’s character. “It is required,” the Lady concluded in crisp words that ended all further discussion.
Such were the indignities inflicted on the young and pretty ponygirl at the whim of her depraved mistress. Of course, Justine submitted to each one, as she had been taught to do; aside from the occasional grunt, or moan, she suffered these humiliations in silence. A ponygirl was permitted to speak only when spoken to.
“It is required!” was the consolation she sought, the touchstone she came back to again and again. A familiar mantra played over and over again inside her head whenever the throb of some devilish device lodged in her body began to intrude into her awareness. It is required! It is required! It is required!
Ponygirls Six Flare of Passion Geoffrey quietly slipped the bolted lock, eased open the back door a crack, stuck his head out, and surveyed the broad gravel driveway, checking each of the outbuildings that clustered behind the Manor House for signs of life. The scene was perfectly still; the yard deserted. This was beyond his wildest dreams! Tingling with excited glee, the young lad scurried directly across the crunching gravel in the loping strides of a long-legged wading bird, hurrying to where the wide stable doors stood gaping in open invitation. He quickly ducked inside the shadowy barn. He had made it! Pausing to collect himself, he leaned back thankfully against a square wooden column, breathing heavily, his heart racing. So far, so good. He took a deep breath, letting his flaring nostrils fill with the sweet smell of warm dampness mingled with new-mown hay. As his eyes adjusted to the darkened interior, he looked towards the row of stalls. The rig was gone, and so three of the girls had to be out as a team. He had watched as Cupcake and Stormy were led to the exercise yard for their morning workout. That meant only one ponygirl was left in the stable -- Snicker. But to his surprise the one he found there was not the comely and bouncy young girl he expected, but the cool and remote Flare who had been left behind, and was now the sole occupant of the stalls. The top half of her stall door had been swung back, and the view provided was from the waist up, a lightly-tanned naked girl framed by the square opening, silently regarding him with those wide, dark eyes of hers. He was clearly surprised to see the auburn-haired ponygirl, but if she was surprised to see him there was no sign of it on her expressionless face. She simply regarded him coolly and evenly, and in perfect silence. He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t say anything. Ponygirls were not permitted to speak unless spoken to, although he knew they whispered to each other when they thought they were safely out of earshot
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