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Number One Pony

Part 15

Number One Pony






IDEAS ON HOW TO HUMILIATE THE CORPORATE HUSBANDS


After Mistress Eve and Mistress Stephanie finished their conversation we went back to training. They worked us very hard and we were hot, sweaty, and contented by the end of the day. The next morning we worked out again with the Barbie dolls, and during our morning break we talked some more. Allison told us about her idea to humiliate their husbands.


“We get trained for dressage,” Allison said. “Have some really naughty costumes made then invite our husbands and their bosses here to the farm and have our master put us through a show.”

“Not bad,” Dana said. “But is that all?”

“I just thought it up,” Allison said defensively.

“Have your costumes disappear piece by piece,” I suggested. “A mistress could whip them off your bodies.”

“How would your husbands react to the sight of you submitting to women?” Four asked.

The Barbies thought for a moment, then they all shrugged at the same time. “They probably would be more upset if we were screwed by a man,” Dana said. The others nodded.

“Then have a good looking master do it,” Three added, “A strong, handsome, wicked man who is good with a whip.”

“It is very erotic to be stripped by a whip,” Four said, “Especially in front of people.”

“You could be wearing tear away panties,” Four suggested. “And at the finale have the master tear them off one at a time.”

“Oooh, then we could display our new brands,” Dana giggled.

“Sure, and when youre all naked you would kneel at his feet and take his manhood in your mouths,” Two offered.

“Hmmm, I like that,” Madison breathed. “Should we all make him come?”

“No, it would probably take too long,” I answered, “Besides, you would have to have more than one master, unless he is an incredibly virile man.”

“Well, there are men out there who are able to come four times in a row,” Number Three pointed out. “Remember those Navy officers from that submarine?”

“Thats true,” I conceded.

“After you do a token blow job for the master you could arrange an auction and be sold to men in the audience,” Two added.

“Yes, but what if our husbands bought us, just to keep us away from other men?” Dana asked.

“See to it that there are extra men present,” Two said, “Big, handsome, virile men.”

“Navy officers,” Three interjected, “Call the submarine base.”

“Shush,” Two said, “And set up a silent auction thats rigged so no matter how much your husbands bid it could be said they theyd been outbid. Then they would have to watch as you are claimed by your new owners and taken away.”

“Lead away by our pussy rings?” Brittany said. “Oh Id like that.”

“Me too,” added Allison.

“Or, you could be sold to a group of men, and they could order you to crawl under their table while your husbands watch,” I said, “Like your fantasy at the boardroom.”

“Better and better,” giggled Madison.


“And if strip tease dressage and an auction isnt enough, you could have a slut competition,” I suggested.

“What is that?” Madison asked.

“Just about the raunchiest thing you can participate in,” Three said wryly.

“Tell us.”

“You compete against each other in a series of contests, such as a dildo relay.”

“A what?”

“Youre in harness with your arms strapped tight and you have to squat down, pick up a dildo in your pussy, run a certain distance and drop it into a basket,” Number Two said. “Then you go back for another. The girl who gets the most dildos in her basket before the time is up wins. The dildos get bigger and heavier as the contest goes on.” 

“We did that at a rodeo in Texas,” Number Four said.

“Who won?”

We all nodded toward Number Three.

“Actually, shes the world champion,” Four said. “You should see her collection of trophies.”

“Wow.”

“Actually that sounds like fun,” Dana said. “What else?”

“The clothes pin race,” Number Two said. “There are two girls to a team. Youre bound and hobbled and wear high heels. You face each other ten yards apart and the referees put clothespins on your nipples. When the game starts the first girl hops to her partner, removes one of the clothespins with her teeth then hops back and drops it into a basket. As soon as the clothespin lands the second girl hops across and bites off a clothespin from the first girl and takes it to her basket. The referee puts more pins on your nipples and you go until time is up. Most pins in the baskets win the game.”

“Men like that game,” Number Two said. “Theres a lot of bouncing boobs involved.”

“Sometimes a mistress participates with each team,” I added. She uses a whip to encourage the contestants.”

“Im getting hot,” Brittany said.

“A variation is where the mistress uses a whip to remove the clothespins.” Three said. “A heavy, dangerous bull whip.”

“Oh God, now Im really hot,” Brittany whispered.

Three shrugged. “That variation is more of a competition for mistresses than slaves,” she said.

“What else.”

“Enduring electricity,” Number Four said, “A simple game where you are tied to a cross with electrical wires running to an alligator clamp on one of your nipples. Electricity is turned on at a low level and it increases as the contest goes on. You have a shut off button taped to your hand and when you cant take anymore all you have to do is push the button and the electricity shuts off. The woman who lasts longest wins.”

“You have a second round with electricity through both nipples,” I added. “A third round with an electric dildo up your pussy, a fourth round with an electrode on your clitoris and the final round you have them all.”

The Barbies sat with their mouths open for a few minutes.

“That is incredible,” Allison whispered in awe.

The machines have buzzers that get louder and higher pitched as the current increases,” Two said. “That way the spectators know that the victims are really feeling the electricity.”

“What if you have an orgasm?” Brittany asked.

“It doesnt matter, as long as you dont push the button.”

“Who is best at that game?” Brittany asked.

They all nodded at me.

“But not by much,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Madison asked.

“A few years ago we had some men bring their wives to the farm and put them through that competition,” I answered. “The women werent masochists and they did not want to participate, but their husbands made them.”

“Well, then all the women had to do was press the shut off switch,” Dana observed. “They wouldnt care if they lost.”

“Their husbands had something over them,” Three said. “We never found out why, but for some secret reason, even as reluctant as they were, the wives were highly motivated to win.”

“What happened?”

“The competition went on all afternoon in front of a huge audience,” Two said, “And one of the women crossed over.”

“Crossed over?”

“She started to like it,” Two informed her. “Suddenly she was having orgasms.”

My, my.”

“Yes, the second woman collapsed and Mistress Karen wouldnt permit her to go on. The first husband was insistent and his wife agreed to continue so they brought Number One out of the stable and put her in the competition,” Three said. “The rest of us got to watch.”

The Barbies all looked at me.

“And you won?” Allison asked.

“Yes, by about three seconds,” I said. “Id had so many orgasms that I was burnt out and I was in so much pain that I couldnt take it anymore and I pressed the button. I didnt realize it until later but the other woman pressed her switch just before I did.”

“How long did you last?” Dana asked.

“Ninety eight minutes,” Four told them proudly. “And she was in almost continuous orgasm for the last sixteen.”

“Incredible!” Allison whispered. All the Barbies eyes were huge.

“Number One was slightly cooked inside and out, but she won,” Two said. “She upheld the honor of our stable.”

“Yeah, well you get the honors the next time,” I told her. “And you can spend the next day twitching and whimpering on your bunk too.”

“Did you really?” Dana asked.

I nodded grimly.

“What happened to the other woman?” Dana asked. “Did she come back for more?”

“No, weve never seen any of them again.”


“Are there any more games?” Allison asked after a long pause.

“Mechanical whips,” Number Four said.

“Ouch,” Number Three said.

“Ouch?” Dana asked.

“This one takes a real masochist to win,” Three said.” Youre tied to whipping horses and the referee turns on motorized whips which hit you across the bottom. They turn at the same speed and with the same force and an electronic counter displays the number of strokes. You have a button in each hand. One makes your whip speed up, the other shuts it off. The best masochist wins.”

“That game has several rounds,” Number Four told them. “You start being whipped on your butt, then they reposition you on your knees and so that your breasts get whipped.”

“And I suppose that your pussies get whipped for the final round, right?” Dana said, licking her lips slightly.

“Thats the third round, the final is where they have three machines whipping you simultaneously,” Two told her. “And they arent actually whips, they are more like thin plastic canes.”

“Yes, and they hurt like pure hell,” Three added. “They start out feeling like baseball bats hitting your skin, and end up feeling like razors.”

“Do they cut you?” Allison asked. “I dont want to be scarred.”

“No, but you might have welts and bruises for weeks,” Three warned.

“Oh, well thats not too bad,” Allison said.

“Some people use the electrical torments and the mechanical whips for everyday punishments,” Two said. “Some masters use them on their slaves, and some hard core masochists come to the farm just to be tortured with them.”

“Incredible,” Allison breathed.

“Tell them about the nun,” I suggested.

“The nun?” Madison asked.

“Uh huh,” Two said. “This woman come out about once a month and pays to suffer under those things. She doesnt want to be on display, or to have sex with anybody, she just wants to experience incredible pain.”

“Why do you call her the nun?”  

“Because she used to be one, “I answered. “But she left the church and now comes here to be tortured.”

“We call her Sister Tormentia,” Three said giggling.

“I get it,” Dana said. “Does the person who tortures her have to dress up like a monk?”

“No,” Three said puzzled, “Why?”

“We had costumes at the brothel,” Brittany laughed, “Including a monks robe.”

“One regular customer likes to dress up in it and play a game called The priest and the choir boy,” Madison added.

“Yuck, does the brothel have male prostitutes? Three asked.

“No, and he didnt want to have sex with a man, she laughed. “He would pick one of the girls and she would play the role of the choir boy.”

“Well, that doesnt seem to make much sense,” Four said.

“How many sex fantasies do?” Madison asked.

“True.”

“After forcing the choir boy to suck his dick, the priest would punish him-her with a severe spanking,” Allison said.

“And him-her was usually me,” Dana said wryly.

“Why?” I asked.

“I guess I look boyish in the choirboy costume,” she shrugged.

“Tell us more about the nun,” Madison said.

“We dont know lot about her,” Three said. “She is always tortured in private. They take her into one of the smaller buildings, close the door, strap her down and turn everything on.”

“She doesnt want to be watched and she likes to have the room dark,” Two added. “And she never screams or makes much noise, but she apparently has some pretty terrific orgasms while shes being tortured.”

“I hear that she endures for hours before she lets herself go,” Four said. “The mistresses slowly increase her torments until shes getting electrocuted and whipped.”

“Electrocuted and whipped at the same time?” Dana asked.

“Yes.”

“My God.”

Dana looked thoughtful for a few moments. “I just had the image of a naked woman riding on some sort of motorized cross through a whole bunch of whirling whips,” she said. “Like those spinning brushes in an automated car wash.”

My pussy flashed hot at the idea.

“And it just travels back and forth through the whips, right?” Three said.

“Right, when it gets to end of the track it turns and goes back.”

“And the cross turns to make different parts of her body accessible to the whips,” Four said softly. “And it turns her upside down too.”

“And it travels back and forth for hours and hours,” breathed Dana.

We were silent for a few minutes.


“Does she wear a nuns habit,” Madison asked.

“No,” Three laughed. “Shes an ex nun. She usually shows up wearing jeans and a tee shirt and she drives an old Jeep.”

“Doesnt she ever get whipped by a person?”

“Sure, lots of mistresses like to whip her, but she prefers the steady, methodical punishment she gets from the machines. She asks to be left alone with the whipping machines, but Mistress Karen wont permit that. It isnt safe.”

“They turn down the lights and the nun thinks shes alone,” I said, “But there is always a mistress watch from another room. Shes close enough to shut the machinery off if something goes wrong.”

“And the nun doesnt want sex?”

“No, and she usually doesnt get any unless you consider that she has to wear an electrified dildo up her pussy,” Four said.

“And another one up her butt,” Two added. “But Ive heard that occasionally the attending mistress might decide to screw her wearing a strap on.”

“Sometimes shes given to guests too,” Four said.

“Does the nun enjoy that?”

“Who knows?” Two shrugged. “Its always in private.”

“She never complains and it wouldnt matter if she did,” I said. “She has to take it.”

“True.”


“Theres one more contest,” Number Two said. “Its called the rubber roll.”

“Ok, lets hear it.”

“This one doesnt involve pain,” she said. “But its a sure fire way to embarrass your husbands.”

“I like it already,” Madison said.

“You need four naked men with big cocks,” Three said. “In Texas they used pony boys and tied them to posts. Each contestant is assigned to one of the males. You have a stack of condoms on a table and you have to pick one up in your mouth, crawl on hands and knees to the male and put the condom on his cock without using your hands.”

“That sounds very exciting,” Allison said. “But where can we go to practice?” 

“The condom has to be properly placed on the mans penis,” I continued. “At least four inches back and tight. Then you crawl to the table and get another condom. The new condom goes over the previous one.”

       “In Texas they used colored rubbers,” Number Two laughed. “So everyone could tell who was ahead.”

“Not bad,” Dana said.

“Theres a trick to it though,” I warned. “You want to keep the male hard but dont let him come.”

“Of course,” Allison said. “If he comes he would go limp and you wouldnt be able to get any more condoms on him.”

“Right,” I said. “And to answer your question, we trained on dildos attached to posts.”

“We tried practicing on the pony boys, but they kept spurting cum in our faces,” Number Three giggled.

“Now we could play that game at the Pigeon Ranch,” Dana mused, “At parties.”

“Yes,” Brittany agreed. “It would be a great way to practice.”

“Do you still work at the whore house?” Three asked.

“Not lately, Dana answered. “Weve been coming here every spare minute.” 

“And for the grand finale of the contest we let the males screw us with everybody watching, right?” Allison asked.

“Yes, but you arrange to have ten horny males,” I said. “The fourth place winner gets screwed by one man, the third place gets two, second place girl gets three, and the winner gets screwed by four men while her husband watches.”

“All at once, or in turns?”

“What ever you want.”

“Thats great.” Allison said. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, I cant think of a more spectacular way to end four marriages,” I said.


I wondered at their motivation though, and warned them that once theyd succeeded in embarrassing their husbands they might lose interest in the pony life.

“Oh no,” Dana said emphatically. “We do want to live the life style.”

“So long as we can stay together,” Allison said. “We may have over emphasized our anger at our husbands, but we really do like being sex slaves.”

“What if you change your mind?” I asked. “Or if only one of you changes her mind and breaks up the team?”

Dana shrugged. “Then I guess wed become a three girl team.”

“I cant imagine ever wanting to leave,” Brittany said. “Im not doing this just to get back at my husband, I really am an awful tramp and I like lots of sex.”

“Besides, Ive gotten used to have someone look after me,” Allison said. “Being a full time pony girl fits right into that. If a master wants to take care of me and all I have to do is be ready for sex, then Im all for it.”

The others nodded.

“What if your master were to put you to work?” I asked. “Like we do here?”

“I wouldnt mind at all,” Allison said. “Id work very hard for my man so long as I am appreciated.”

“Me too,” Brittany agreed. “I would make a real effort to please the right man.”

“I think it might be difficult to find one master who could handle all four of you,” I said. “Hed have to be the stud of studs.”

“Yes, we know. But if our master isnt using us, weve found ways to occupy our spare time,” Dana said, rubbing herself against Madison.

“Ah ha,” I said. “So doing lesbian stuff isnt just for show, I see.”

“No, weve gotten to enjoy it,” Madison said.

“Thats good,” I said, “Because male masters love to put their girls on display.”

“So do females mistresses,” Brittany said. “We had a couple of ladies buy us at an auction last month.”

“All four of you?”

“All four of us,” Dana said. “We spent the night with two middle aged female guests.”

“Lots of bondage?” I asked.

“No, hardly any,” Allison said. “They just made us attend to their needs.”

“But first they walked us all around the grounds naked showing us off to everybody,” Madison added. “Then they took us to their room.”

“They started out by ordering us to pair off and have sex while they watched,” Dana said. “Sixty nine style. And they left the door open.”

“And you liked that?”

“Sure,” Madison said. “A small crowd gathered in the hallway.”

“I loved that,” Allison said. “I like being watched.”

“Me too,” Brittany added.

“We put on a good show,” Dana said. “Our mistresses got so hot that they took their clothes off and joined in. It became an orgy.”

“The crowd thinned out at that point,” Madison said. “Our mistresses were pretty fat.”

“Yes,” Brittany giggled. “One of them had a pussy so big that I could get practically all of my face inside.”

“And they were very hairy,” Allison added. “They didnt shave.

“Eeyew,” Number Four gasped.

“Oh, it wasnt that bad,” Brittany added, “We felt very submissive with those old women, and anyway, they had their faces in our pussies too. They knew how to eat a pussy.”

“Thats true,” Dana affirmed. “Both those old dykes had very talented tongues.”

“Hmmm, Interesting.”

“They liked smothering us too,” Dana said. “They would sit on our faces until we were gasping for air, then they would raise up just enough for us to inhale, then they would plop back down.”

“They were wrinkled and hairy and sweaty, and for some reason I got very turned on,” Brittany said. “We all did.”

The others nodded.

“They were mildly sadistic in that they enjoyed making us fight for breath,” Allison said. “They often had orgasms while we were struggling under them.”

“You werent tied up?” I asked.

“No, but they were so big that we couldnt get them off of us anyway,” Dana said.

“It was a little scary at first,” Madison said, “We lost count of the number of times we had our face covered by those enormous wet crotches.”

“Or the time we had our tongues in someones pussy,” Brittany said.

“When we werent being sat on, we were told to sixty-nine each other,” Madison told us. “They didnt want us to be idle.”

“Yes, between two mistresses and four slave girls, the mathematical possibilities are enormous,” Dana giggled. “And if you factor in the number of breasts to suck on between six women, why you can . .”

“All right, all right,” I groaned. “I get the picture. Youre all experienced dykes.”

“Right.”


To give the corporate wives their due credit, they did train very hard to be in the competition. They arent afraid to poke fun at themselves either. On the opening day of competition they paraded dressed like vacant eyed Barbie Dolls with bouffant blonde wigs, powder blue harness and pink high heels. And they did well at the pony show too; their dressage performance was terrific and they came in fourth in the four girl chariot race. That was a respectable showing considering that they werent full time ponies.

They didnt get sold either, but it wasnt for lack of trying. They displayed themselves shamelessly and caught many a male eye, but they couldnt attract a man who had the money or the stamina to own four slaves. And realistically, there just arent many men like that out there.

After the contest they spent a Saturday learning about the electrical torture game and the mechanized whips. Mistress Stephanie supervised and was impressed with their determination. That night she took Dana to her room.






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