Chapter 4
A month after being sealed inside wooden crates and shipped
off, Bebe and Toto returned to Master's stables. Their teeth and their
arms had now been removed and they were both desperate. Right up until
the moment when they woke up and realized that their arms really were
gone, both had hoped that somehow their freedom would be restored. While
both had been forced to acknowledge that they had a submissive streak
(Bebe's submissiveness being far stronger than Toto's) and that they
enjoyed being taken by Master, they had held a futile hope that they
would be free after all. Now that their arms were gone and they were
smooth-gummed, they had to admit, even to themselves, that they were
going to be slaves for the rest of their lives. A contributing factor to
this realization was the fact that Master had also had their voices
changed so that the only sounds they now could produce were horse-like
whinnies. There could now be no doubt that they were going to be
pony-slaves for the rest of their lives, at the mercy of a cruel and
brutal man. Secretly it made both of them, especially Bebe, hard with
desire. Bebe had had a natural submissive streak, which had been greatly
increased as Master conditioned both Bebe and Toto to be his ponies.
Part of it was the brutal and incessant training and the hopelessness of
their situation, but another part of it was the constant orgasms. At
least in the beginning, being Master's slave was not only very
demanding, but also very rewarding. While every wrong move was punished
severely, every command obeyed to the letter resulted in mind-blowing
orgasms. Both ponies were already completely addicted to the constant
orgasms.
It was along these lines Master continued their training. Their training
once again involved proper walking and running technique and proper body
posture as well as behavior. It was physically extremely demanding and
adding to this was the constant sexual attention of the stable hands.
Behaving correctly resulted in a furious fucking with a most pleasurable
reach-around, while incorrect behavior resulted in furious punishments.
Only about a month after returning from the doctor the two ponies were
completely docile and obedient, both not only accepting their fate but
sometimes also relishing in it. The sight of Master made both ponies
moan with desire and both playfully leaned into his touch whenever he
came to the stables.
With the initial training in place, Master began training the ponies for
the races he had planned for them. Master had great ambitions for this
set of ponies. There were three main categories of races to compete in:
the speed races, the posture races and the pain races. The speed races
were simple enough: a flat out races over two miles with a team of two
ponies dragging a jockey riding a sulky. The posture races were not
really a race, but more of a competition in the style and posture of the
pony teams to see who had the most well trained team of slaves. The pain
races were races where the pony teams were first subjected to horrific
torture and then driven around the track to see who were best at coping
with the pain. In the past pain races had been somewhat disorganized,
with masters torturing each others ponies somewhat randomly, but now
they were highly organized and the ponies were subjected to carefully
specified torture before being raced.
Master wanted his new ponies to compete in all three competitions so
Bebe and Toto were subjected to grueling training from morning to night.
When they weren't being exhausted by training, they were being exhausted
by endless fuckings. Master had instituted a happy hour at the stables
right after the ponies returned from the day's training. For two hours
(one hour wasn't nearly enough for Master) everyone could come and fuck
the two ponies and since they were allowed to cum, both Bebe and Toto
came to love these sessions even if they were exhausting.
However, the constant training took their toll on their minds. Gradually
they no longer thought of the world outside the compound, about their
lives as free men and lovers, about the unfairness and the brutality
they were subjected to. Gradually these thought were replaced by an
overwhelming feeling of love and affection for Master and a desperate
desire to please him, by the sense that this was right and that Master
treated them well, that they owed him everything. Eventually the ponies
believed that they owed Master everything and that they were indeed just
property. As they raced around the track, spurred on not only by the
whip, but also by the thought of the fantastic fucks they would receive
if they did well, their minds were filled with the need to please Master
and precious little else. Bebe and Toto were becoming dumb animals, just
like all of Master's other ponies.
Training for the speed and posture races were conducted at the same
time, with long, hard runs where the emphasis was on proper technique
and posture. Training for the pain races were another matter altogether.
Under regular circumstances the ponies all wore more or less the same
"uniform": boots that allowed forced them to stand on their toes only
(Master's version of these boots were of course more painful than that
employed by most other masters), a huge buttplug with a flowing tail, a
sturdy steel collar, a bit with reins attached, a pair of blinkers and
finally a mesh pouch holding the pony's cock and balls.
The version employed in the pain races was slightly different. The
standard steel collar was replaced by a garroting collar, and before
sealing off their cocks and asses, these were filled up with copious
amounts of chili oil, making the ponies screams with what little air
they had left. The final addition was the so-called pressure harness,
which consisted of three wide metal bands encircling the pony's upper
body and two encircling the pony's head, one over the eyes and another
going beneath the jaw and over the top of the head. These were tightened
until the pain was nearly unbearable. Now the ponies were ready to
compete: their insides filled with burning chili oil, their bodies and
heads compressed unbearably and their breathing so restricted that the
ponies could not even scream. It was not uncommon that of a starting
field of eight pony teams only one or two competed the course, while the
others either fainted or lay twitching in pain. Master was determined
that Bebe and Toto complete every race and the only way to make sure
that they did, was to subject them to that kind of torture until they
were "used to it". Neither Bebe nor Toto thought that they ever really
got used to the horrific torture, but eventually they were able to run
even when their insides were burning, their bodies felt as though they
were being crushed and their breath was all but gone. They were fuelled
by their love for Master and the knowledge that obedience was rewarded
by glorious orgasms, while disobedience resulted in punishments so
severe they made the race itself seem like a vanilla outing.
Finally, after months of grueling training and harsh torture, punctuated
by mind-blowing orgasms, Bebe and Toto were ready to be raced. Before
being packaged for the journey the ponies stood ramrod straight in front
of the stables, awaiting the inspection of Master. Both stood completely
still, feet together, without even swaying as they waited for Master.
Only their toes rested on the tiny platforms, now increased in height to
six inches, carrying all their weight as the rest of the foot, encased
in hard and unyielding, black plastic, was effectively in line with the
leg. In their crotch their overworked cocks were imprisoned inside
black, rubber balls and in their asses resided massive, black rubber
cocks with flowing tails attached to the ends, giving the impression
that the ponies had real tails. Around their necks were thick and broad
steel collars and in their mouths were huge, jaw-wrenching black,
ball-gags. Blinkers and bits would not be fitted until it was time to
race.
As the ponies stood there, nothing but the desire to please Master
filled their puny minds. In less than a year he had conditioned them to
the extent that they barely remembered being treated as humans. Master
clearly saw their pride in being his property and smiled. Such devotion
should be rewarded, if not exactly with affection. After inspecting his
property, he strapped their knees and ankles together and sealed their
heads inside thick, black rubber hoods. Then he strapped them to the
bottom of the trunk of his very large SUV and drove off to the
tournament.
Two days later he arrived at the place where the races would be held.
Along the way he had stopped in forest stretches twice to feed the
ponies, allow them to relieve themselves and to fuck them. The ponies he
extracted from the trunk were happy, proud and very affectionate. Again
Master smiled. It was a smile any human being holding even a fraction of
sense would fear, but the ponies only saw approval and love, not the
impending pain and humiliation.
After fitting them with blinkers and bits and securing them to the
sulky, Master rode his ponies towards the pen he had reserved for the
event. Along the way both the ponies and Master saw a great many other
ponies, all tied up in more or less the same way. At this event there
were only male ponies present, but Master knew that there were similar
events for female and even for shemale ponies. Master trotted onto a
practice track and let the ponies run, noting with some satisfaction
that their form was near perfect and that both looked to be fit. Master
wanted to win badly, but in any case it was a win-win situation for him.
Even if he didn't win he would have the glorious opportunity to inflict
real damage on the useless shit who had made him look bad.
The next day was speed races. If he was to win, the ponies would have to
perform perfectly for four heats before reaching the final. Nobody had
of course bothered to inform the ponies of the rules, but they were
simple. Losers were put into the punishment pen, where everyone could
have their way with them and punish them as harshly as they desired, for
as long as they desired, as long as the ponies were able to stand up the
next day. The winners were left alone until the next race, but only the
winner of the final race would be left unpunished and even rewarded with
an orgasm, that is unless the master of that team objected to them being
allowed to cum. This system meant that an early exit could ruin a pony
teams chances of winning anything at all, since it could theoretically
mean that a team could be tortured right up until it was time to race
again.
As Master lined Bebe and Toto up on the starting line for the first
heat, both were too pumped up to notice what little they could see of
the competition. Not that they could see much, since the blinkers
effectively cut off their peripheral vision and even the slightest
attempt at turning their heads would be dealt with severely. But Master
had seen what there was to see of the competition. He could see that at
least two of the teams were comprised of slaves with discipline so lax
they could only be in an almost consensual relationship, with a master
who treated them too kindly. Or at least the relationship had up until
now been consensual and the treatment been almost vanilla. Master knew
that those two teams were up for sale at the end of the races, but he
doubted that the ponies knew. He also doubted that they knew what
awaited them when they lost this race, as they must surely do.
Master's evaluation of the competition proved to be correct as Bebe and
Toto won the race for him and the other ponies were led off to the
punishment pens. Behind him he heard the garbled protests, then screams,
of the ponies that had gotten so much more than they bargained for.
Master and his team of devoted ponies won the four first heats, even if
the last one had required a strong finish to clinch, and were now ready
for the final speed race. There were five teams in the final: a team
made up of two very large, very pale white ponies, both as big and as
muscular as Bebe and Toto. Then there was a team made up of two swarthy
and muscular ponies with a slightly Arab look. Then there was a
positively daunting team made up of two huge and extremely muscular
ponies, both as black as midnight. Finally the team that Master thought
stood the best chances of winning consisted of two tall and slender
ponies with a complexion like coffee with cream. The two black slaves
filled Master with lust and a desire to punish and they looked like they
were born to run. Bebe and Toto, with their tiny Mohawk haircuts, were
the most hairy of the pony teams, which all looked very fit and above
all extremely well disciplined. The race was for all intents and
purposes over right after it had begun. For all the effort the other
teams poured into it, none were able to catch the two attractive brown
ponies, who almost cruised to victory. The race became a race for second
place instead between Master and his team and the master controlling the
Arab-looking team. The two pale ponies had nothing left and the two
ponies the color of midnight were too clunky to keep up. In the end it
was a photo finish and the Arab ponies won literally by half a
cock-length. One of the Arabs was extremely well endowed and his master
allowed him to race with his cock unfettered for this reason. The Arab
pony was of course well enough conditioned to love his master and as
result he ran around with a permanent erection and as it was, this was
what clinched second place for his team.
Not that it did him or his fellow pony any real good, since they were
all thrown into the punishment pen. The pen was filled with ponies
already trying to scream their heads off and soon the latest batch of
unlucky losers joined the chorus. Since the competitions were over for
the day, the remaining masters now joined the ones already working hard
to make the ponies scream and the torture started in earnest. That night
there were no orgasms for Bebe and Toto, but rather and endless
succession of painful encounters with unknown and unfriendly masters.
Apart from the standard whippings Bebe and Toto were given electric
shocks to their genitals and had them turned into pincushions several
time during the night. Only in the early hours of the morning were they
left alone so that the masters could get some sleep.
In the morning the races started again and this time it was posture
racing. Since all the teams present competed in all the events, there
was only one team that was fresh and well rested and that was the winner
of the event from the day before. The two gorgeous black ponies looked
well rested and very satisfied, as their master had granted them a rare
orgasm. Bebe and Toto were bleary-eyed but still better of than most of
the other teams as they had been tortured for less time. Besides,
Master's insistence on training them for pain-races now paid off and by
then end of the day they were once again among the final five teams.
In the postures races one team at a time was sent out onto an obstacle
course of sorts. Here they had to negotiate the obstacles as quickly as
possible, but most importantly as gracefully as possible. The ponies
were given points for style and speed and the one with the most points
at the end of the final had won. Two of the other teams in the final had
also competed in the speed race final the night before: the gorgeous,
slender black team and the Arab-looking team. The two final teams were
slender and graceful white boys, one of them a pair of twins. Again the
black ponies won, their grace unhampered by punishments from the night
before. Again Bebe and Toto finished third, just behind the Arabs. And
again all the losers were shoved into the punishment pen for yet another
grueling night of torture.
The final day was by far the worst for the ponies and by far the most
amusing for the masters. Although the pain was extreme, all the ponies
were put into their harnesses, filled up with chili oil and fitted with
a garroting collar right from the morning. When they lost they were
shoved into the punishment pen, their harnesses still on and indeed
these would not come off until the races were over and it was time to go
home.
Here Master's brutal training really paid off. Bebe and Toto won their
opening heats easily as most of the other teams just collapsed and lay
twitching and gurgling with pain. Bebe and Toto ran through a fog of
pain, their entire beings consumed by pain, mixed with devotion for
Master. One thought filled their minds: they must not let Master down.
In the final they met the familiar competition: the gorgeous black
ponies, the Arabs and the two teams from the speed races, the pale
ponies and the two daunting black ponies. Neither Bebe nor Toto could
see it since their vision was cut off by the steel strap across their
eyes, but none of the teams looked well. All were gasping for air and
few were able to stand still and most of the teams showed signs of loss
of bladder control, with fluids running down their legs. Not long after
the start of the race the two Arabs collapsed, gurgling with pain and
exhaustion. Almost simultaneously the two gorgeous black ponies stopped
dead in their tracks, their bodies twitching with pain as they were
paralyzed and got no further. After a few steps more the two pale ponies
fell to the ground unconscious and now only the two huge black ponies
and Bebe and Toto were left. The pain was excruciating and all Bebe and
Toto wanted to do was to lie down and scream for mercy that would never
be granted. But giving up now would disappoint Master terribly,
something they wanted to avoid at all costs. So they continued with the
race, neck-a-neck with the other team. In the end, however, the black
team was stronger. Towards the end of the race they pulled ahead and
finished a couple of yards ahead of Bebe and Toto, who cried with
despair when they found out. Master was absolutely furious and by the
time he delivered his ponies to the punishment pen, they were barely
conscious.
When they were pulled out of the trunk back at the compound four days
later, they cowered before Master, whinnying with remorse, their bodies
covered in welts and rifts. Both knew that they would do better next
time and they actually looked forward to beginning training, so complete
was their conditioning.
Epilogue
Master raced Bebe and Toto for a couple of years. Despite their
best efforts they didn't win anything for the first year, sparking
furious torture sessions, but then they gradually began winning, thus
earning Master's favor. The combination of harsh training, furious
punishment and mind-blowing orgasms and the fact that there was never
any kind of let-up, any kind of pause, had long since turned them into
nothing but dumb beasts. Neither Bebe nor Toto were able to read anymore
and they only understood the most basic commands, sentences having long
since slipped their grasp. They no longer remembered their human selves
and lived, as did all his slaves, only to please Master.
When they had been his ponies for three years and he had long since
gotten more ponies to race, Master decided it was time for an
experiment. Master's treatment of slaves was brutal and demanding and
usually wore his slaves out in four to five years, but Bebe and Toto
looked like they were a bit more resilient so Master decided play a
little with them.
First he took care of their feet. He smashed their feet and their
ankles, forcing the crushed members down into thin cone-like "shoes".
The cone extended more than nine inches from the tips of their crushed
toes and ended in an impossibly small point. Since there were no heels,
this was all the ponies had to balance on. Next he put corsets on them.
Brutally tight corsets, made of thick, black plastic with steel
reinforcements, giving them an unnatural hourglass shaped waistline. It
made the poor ponies fight for breath, but Master was far from finished.
Then, for the first time with his ponies, he introduced a chastity
device. He fitted both Bebe and Toto with a device like the one Bimbo
wore, a rubber lined steel tube keeping them constantly hard and
constantly denying them orgasms.
The change made the ponies desperate. Being used to about twenty orgasms
a day for three years had not only made them addicted to orgasms, but
also increased their production of semen to enormous quantities. After
just two days of chastity, the ponies' balls felt like they were going
to explode and they were almost hysterical with unfulfilled lust. But of
course there was no mercy from Master and he made sure that they were
fucked just as much as before, but still not allowed to cum. To begin
with their performance deteriorated on the track, both as a result of
their newly imposed chastity, but also because of their new footwear.
After a few months, however, Master literally had them whipped back into
shape.
Once this had been accomplished he took the next step and transformed
them into mere objects. Firs came a visit to the good doctor. He removed
their eyes and replaced them with black marbles, just to fill the empty
space. Then he cut off their outer ears and made them deaf before
filling up their ears with a hard resin.
When they returned to Master Bebe and Toto were completely desperate and
extremely disoriented. Only constant punishment kept them in contact
with the outside world. Master then filled their mouths and throats with
huge dildos going all the way down their throats. Through the dildos ran
two tubes: one down into their stomachs and used to provide them with
food and water, and one into their lungs, providing them with air. The
tubes were, apart from the hole for their necks, the only breaks in the
hoods sealing off their heads. Both now wore two hoods: an inner hood
made from very thick rubber, which clung to their faces and robbed them
of most of the contact with the outside world. The second hood took care
of the final bit of contact with the outside world. It was also made
from thick rubber and it could be inflated and thus not only turned
their heads into big, black and featureless balloons, but also pressed
the inner hood much more tightly to the head. Inside theses hoods the
only sensation was pressure. Everything else was lost.
Moving just a bit down, Master fitted them with very special posture
collars. Like all posture collars they were thick and broad and allowed
the wearer to hold his head in only one position. What was special about
these collars, was the fact that they could be made broader, forcing the
head further away from the shoulders, if only a little bit at a time.
But a little bit was enough for Master, who had a long-term plan for
Bebe and Toto. Gradually he made the collar broader and broader, forcing
their neck to stretch a bit more each day. Master was a very patient man
when it came to inflicting pain and discomfort and after two years of
constant pressure Bebe and Toto had necks that were fifteen inches long
and very thin. Neither Bebe nor Toto had any muscles that could hold
their heads up, so when their hood and collars were changed and their
heads washed, their heads had to held up by other means so that they
didn't break their necks.
The final thing Master did to his two unfortunate ponies was to take
care of their genitals. First he pierced their testicles, making the now
deaf, blind mute ponies thrash with intense pain. Through the balls he
put small bars and to these bars he secured lead weight of a pound or
more. The ponies' balls were now permanently pulled painfully down by
these weights that never came off, but rather were increased in weight
as time went by.
Their cocks were also permanently pierced and bars put through the shaft
in several places. Using a combination of pulling on the bars, suction
and hormones Master enlarged the ponies' cocks in the most painful and
humiliating manner possible. In the end their cocks grew to be
twenty-three inches long and four inches in diameter. During the whole
process they not allowed to cum at all and when the process was
finished, their cocks were sealed inside a rubber lined steel tube, kept
constantly hard and aroused, but never allowed to cum. It drove the
ponies absolutely mad with unfulfilled desire. The enormous cocks they
now sported, permanently erect as they were, disrupted their balance. To
fix this problem Master filled their asses with an enormous battery pack
that ran the pulsating sleeve around their cocks. The battery pack was
as long and thick as a very large and muscular man's forearm and weighed
five pounds. Like the giant, steel cock-sleeve it was secured to their
bodies with a steel belt, which also ran down between their legs.
When the transformation was over Master had reduced his pony slaves to
objects; freaky slave-things that were barely human to look at. Their
heads were featureless, black balloons sitting on top impossibly long
and impossibly thin, black, plastic necks. Their waists were encircled
by harsh corsets and from their crotch gigantic, shiny black steel cocks
sprouted. The ponies walked in impossibly thin, black plastic boots
ending in points no one could be expected to stand still in. Yet these
freaks were able to stand perfectly at attention in their torturous
footwear, sporting their incredible steel cocks. Hours, days and months
of brutal torture and training had taught them.
Inside their rubber prisons Bebe and Toto's minds were utterly
destroyed. They didn't know if they were awake or dreaming, as they made
their way through a constant haze of unfulfilled lust, their only
thought to please Master when his commands were given to them via the
whip.
THE END
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