Beyonce Becomes a Ponygirl

Part IV

Beyonce lay out in the afternoon sun. The island had a hot, tropical climate and although she had been kept in the shade for the hottest part of the day, it was still uncomfortable and humid. The sweat was pouring off her and she had no way to wipe it off. She had always liked hot holiday destinations and was therefore no stranger to sunning herself. She had even bathed topless before, but never like this. As part of her acclimatization process, Jen had explained that it was necessary for Beyonce to get used to the heat. She would, after all, spend most of her time out working in it. Every part of her time was being put to calculated use; they had had considerable experience training young ladies at the stables and had a very efficient system for it.

After her morning at the training trap she had been uncoupled and led back to the stables. She had been taken to a solid looking metal seat, turned, and forced onto it. By this point she had neither the energy nor the will to resist. This had caused the huge dildo to push further into her already painfully full vagina. That alone had brought tears to her eyes. The seat had a back with a large horizontal hole for her bound arms to pass through. Behind the back of the chair, two bars were slid between her arms and her back; with her arms still bound behind her this locked her arms to the chair. As the seat was itself bolted to the floor, that alone would have been enough to have immobilized Beyonce, but there was another mechanism to keep her in place. A head piece extended up from the back of the chair. It was adjustable so that a semi-circular padded support could rest just behind her head. First, her bit was adjusted. There were screw holes in the centre on either side of the control bar for additional fittings. Into each of these a metal gear-piece was screwed; these had, on the other end, a right angle facing upwards and a ring for the fastening of control apparatus; similar to the normal parts of her bit where her reins could be attached. With her head forced back into the rest, two straps from behind were clipped onto the new control fittings of her bit and then adjusted so that they held it in a tight balance. The new parts housed a gear mechanism that would vastly exaggerate any movements of the head. Beyonce would pull on one side of the bit, the new gears would magnify this significantly and she would then be punished by the rod pressing into her throat. She would thus be forced to keep her head very still if she wanted to avoid unnecessary discomfort. Beyonce strained her eyes trying to look about without moving her head. It was a horrible position; she could do nothing but look directly in front of her.

After this, the man reached under the seat. There was a wide hole in the seat allowing access to her genitals. First he spread her legs and clipped a fitting onto the seat between them. It had two outward facing spikes, to ensure she kept her legs apart. Beyonce waited nervously as he opened a box of springs with weights on the end. He clipped one onto each of the eight rings that were set in her tender inner labia. He let them hang and then adjusted them so that on each side the weight was evenly distributed; all four rings evenly pulling at the whole length of each soft lip. He let them hang and then added additional weights to each side until her poor labia were bouncing painfully taut beneath her. Beyonce grit her teeth and swallowed, the swaying was already becoming very unpleasant, she felt as if her pussy was being slowly torn from her.

Next he removed her boots, every movement energized the weights between her legs and made her catch her breath but she was at least glad to feel the air on her poor worn feet. Her relief was short lived however as he fitted each foot with a plastic support instead. These rested against the front of her feet and fastened by means of soft leather straps around her shins and feet. They held her feet in an extended position, as if she were stood on tip-toes. They strapped around behind her feet and prevented her from lifting her foot out of a 'high-heeled' position. Beyonce tried in vain to fight against them, this was exactly the position she needed relief from, she whimpered silently at the exquisite cruelty of her bondage. She desperately tried to catch the man's eye, to try and plead with him to show her some mercy. The slight movements of her head were however causing the control rod in her throat to dance uncomfortably and remind her that this was not allowed. As if he had heard her cry for mercy, her feet were plunged into a soothing bucket of icy cold water. That, at least, felt very welcome. She was concentrating on the pleasant sensation in her feet when the man turned around with two more sets of weights on springs, really heavy looking ones. Her pleading eyes begged him 'No, please, I can't take any more' and she wept furiously as he hung one on each nipple ring, her already sore breasts became alive with bouncing agony as the rings dug into her large nipples and stretched them for all they were worth. The man stood back and smiled. Beyonce was hysterical.

'Now this is the really hard one'

With this he took one more substantial weight and clipped it to Beyonce's nose ring. Her head immediately dipped and she felt the bar in her throat ram itself in. She panicked, tearing at all her bonds, her weights started to swing wildly, the pain was unimaginable, . She heard a woman laughing.

'Nothing like a sit down after busy morning eh, Princess? ', chuckled Jen.

She lifted Beyonce's head for her and cupped both the nipple weights in the other hand. The panic stopped. Beyonce started to breath more regularly, she could just about cope with the pussy weights by themselves.

'Now then you undisciplined little brat you will learn that if you do not perform well enough for your Masters and Mistresses, you will earn punishments, this chair will teach you some posture discipline while you think about your mornings disobedience'

Beyonce nervously listened, she thought she had done well.

'It's lunch time so we are going to leave you here to relax while your feet soak. We take nice leisurely lunches here so you have a nice time until we get back.'

She addressed the man, ' As an added incentive for her to behave tomorrow, give her a punishment enema'

'No, God No! Please, please don't do that! Please don't leave me like this, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore' Beyonce gulped, she raised her eyes up towards her Mistress, not enough to look her in the eye, but enough to try and plead with her and beg her for mercy, 'Please, I will do anything you want, please!', tears trickled down her cheeks

Jen smiled, there was nothing more satisfying than a broken girl. She gently released Beyonce's chin and then slowly lowered her nipple weights. Beyonce clenched her teeth on her bit and closed her eyes. She opened them to see the man turn and walk away.

Her feet didn't touch the floor or the sides of the bucket so she had to hold herself stable with her arms. Her labia were starting to ache intensely, with each oscillation of the weights the throbbing would swell. She couldn't try and support the weights by clenching her legs together as the two prongs jabbed viciously at any attempt to close her legs. Any wriggling would start the whole thing off again even worse and would jar the stubborn penetration in her vagina.

'Got to stay still, remain calm Beyonce, remain calm' she said to herself

The man came back with a hefty looking case. He disappeared behind Beyonce.

'Oh my God no', she thought as she felt him unscrewing the end of her tail. There was a screw fitting with a valve housed in the anal plug. He took a length of tubing from the case and screwed it in, he then set up an inflatable pressure bag and hung it on a stand behind Beyonce.

Jen caressed Beyonce's head and then her chest, sliding a finger along her moist, sweat covered body.

'Tomorrow I want instant obedience from you slave. When your enema goes in, think about how much you want to be a good ponygirl, because if you disappoint me again I'll give you them every day for a month'

The man returned with a heavy bag of fluid. He hung it on the stand and wrapped the pressure bag around it. He pushed the end of the tubing through the seal and then started to pressurize the bag. There was a clip on the tubing that stopped to fluid getting into Beyonce.

'Now think about that', she nodded at the man. He released the clip. The fluid lurched down the tube. It was ice cold. It had just been removed from the freezer. The cold made her spasm immediately,

Oh it hurt so much!

'Get it out it hurts too much!'

The fluid kept rushing in. She tried desperately to clamp down on the butt plug, to stop it, it kept coming, stretching her insides further. Pain upon pain built up inside her as the torrent of ice cold fluid bloated her. She could feel waves of intense aching as her bowel fought to expel the liquid. Her face was bright red, her breathing was shallow. Through the snatches of her mind she saw Jen and the man walking away.

'No, please, please. Mistress. Come back. I want to be a ponygirl now, I'll try my best, I want to be good', she sobbed miserably to herself

She wept uncontrollably, her whole body alive with pain. Pain boring through her. She almost passed out at one point but the sagging of her head woke her up, she retched as her tongue base was cruelly stimulated.

'Oh God it hurts so much', was all she could think, over and over again.