The Pony Store

Jazzy woke up as if from a dream. She had been in a small helicopter with her two male friends circling the densely covered islands they had accidentally spotted from the air. Taking a quick jaunt to Catalina to bike had been the plan, but Dave had talked non-stop as he flew the company copter. Being the boss's son gave him some clout for weekends off and he easily took his two friends with him every time. His stories were comical because he literally grew up knowing most of their co-workers and he loved telling all their workplace mishaps; making the telling funny as well as entertaining. The time flew by when Dave was on a roll.

The three worked together in a large corporation with Jazzy being the newest member of the design team. She counted herself lucky to meet two kindred spirits who also loved the outdoors, sports and physical activity like roller-blading and quick hoops between work sessions. The three became fast friends. She had felt like she hung from a lucky star to make it so quickly in a new city so far from home. Making new friends wasn't as hard as she had thought it would be. Jazzy smiled at another joke Dave told about the last buyer's convention before she came on board. That remembrance had been her last memory until now. It seemed she had been about to take another swig from Kent 's water jug when everything slowly went black. She recalled falling as if traveling downward with Kent 's voice calling her from afar.

Now all she could feel was an extreme fullness in her mouth and in her ass as well as numerous small cuts and bruises on her arms legs, and body. Jazzy was in a kneeling position stretched across a thick metal tube of some sort; her hands tied tightly behind her back. Attempting to move her feet, thick leather cut into her ankles and she realized she was truly bound. Jazzy opened her eyes wide and turned her head sideways. “Oh my Gosh!” Those words formed in her mind as she looked down a row of similarly bound women. They were all connected to the same long length of thick pipe and every woman including her was completely naked! Carpet covered wood was under her knees at a tilt to make her ass feel higher than her front. Jazzy felt truly captive and frightened.

There were thirteen women besides Jazzy, each bound at the ankles with wrists secured tightly behind them. In each mouth was a large ball gag held in by a slingshot leather strap wound around their heads. All the women had long hair like hers tied tightly back in high ponytails that drew their eyes upward as if they were oriental. All had large hanging tits that were gripped between two smaller metal poles in front of them. As Jazzy looked down the line of women her eyes took in the scene in disbelief. She was at the end of a long line and she mentally counted again to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. This had to be a nightmare! As she counted the line for the third time reality sunk in and Jazzy's body shuddered.

“How did she get here and where was she?” Jazzy thoughts tumbled over each other. It appeared she was the newest female on the line's end and as she lifted her head to see better she felt a pull on her own tits. The pain brought her head back down quickly and she noticed large rings piercing her nipples as they stretched downward with elongated weights hanging from each one. The normally light pink areola surrounding her now long nipples was tinted bright red and enlarged. Small pricks of blood showed on either side of the hole where the ring jutted out.

“When did all this happen?” Jazzy thought. She turned her head to the right and saw every woman down the line with identical weights hanging from huge squeezed tits. Some of the women had nipples so long the weight looked like a continual extension hanging down. Large red circles of sheer tint glittered around every nipple in the line making them look truly trussed up and waiting for something to happen.

Jazzy could feel her body contracting at the sight she was trying to take in. Lifting her head slowly to ease the pain in her tightened breasts as she pulled her neck back, she gazed up at a single bright light bulb hanging from the ceiling and illuminating the long room. The walls and floor were concrete and unpainted. The ceiling was high with numerous pipes and boards running across it at an assortment of angles. “Where am I?” Jazzy thought in scared wonder for the second time.

Some of the women's heads hung down loosely as if in sleep but the fourth woman down the row saw Jazzy's wild eyes and with her own eyes signaled to her to look behind them. As Jazzy slowly turned her head backwards the ball gag in her mouth cut into the sides of her lips. She couldn't see her own ass, but she could see the asses of the other women. Each had a protrusion sticking out of their ass cheeks in all different sizes and colors. The red plastic poles looked the fattest and tapered out to a skinny handle with a hand grip on the end. Looking down the row, all the women resembled a rainbow with different colored butt plugs jutting out of asses against white, black, and yellow skin. “No wonder my ass aches,” Jazzy thought, ”I wonder what color mine must be because it feels enormous in my ass.” Tears began to slide down her face from the pain.

Suddenly the door opened behind her and all the women's heads went up and looked forward.

Jazzy swung her head backwards to see who was behind her and felt a smack to her face that sent her head the other direction and left a stinging red imprint behind on her cheek.

Leaning over her was the biggest, tallest man she had ever seen, his muscles bulging in his forearms as he shouted at her. “Turn your head forward and stay at attention!” She moved slightly forward as he walked around the side of her. His head was clothed in tight black leather with slits for his eyes, mouth, ears and nose. As he came to the front of her she saw his body was also in black leather with tapered pants covering tightly across his groin at her eye level. His cock was rock hard and huge beneath the leather. She could see the strain on the leather to keep it contained. The giant bent down to Jazzy. “Cunt, I think you need to learn the rules around here.” As he shouted in her face he pulled downward on her nipple weights making her silently scream behind her gag. Her eyes widened as she watched him pull her nipples longer and longer towards the floor adding extra weights to keep them down and stretched taunt.

“Now let's begin your other lesson in manners.” He said. The other women kept their faces and eyes forward, their chins up and pretended they didn't hear.

To be continued.