Broken

Broken Part 3

The Training continued, more and more each day, gradually I realised I was just one of many similar Human Ponies, some of us no longer had arms, and some barely had a scar to show the had ever been anything beyond the shoulders, some had well established tails, again some looked as if the hair around their Anus were natural the grafts had taken so well and as I got into training I found I was among the fastest and tallest, sometimes Li-An took me to the Village and each time she asked if I wanted a fuck.

"I ask last time you want be Fuck-Pony?" she asked one afternoon.

I remember shaking my head and then as we ran home she stopped me in sight of the facility and again asked, "You sure you don't want be Fuck-Pony?" she asked, "Sally, you friend, she Fuck-Pony."

I shook my head again and she slapped my thigh with her crop and I walked on again.

Li-An took me to the room where they had mutilated me and spoke to an elderly man with a weather beaten face wearing a leather smock who was standing there, waiting. He nodded as she spoke and then led me through into another room, like a blacksmiths workshop, with a hot glowing coal fire in a corner.

I wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to, I had a bad feeling that I was about to be branded but the reality was so much worse.

There were two posts, perhaps six inches square, set in the ground and about a couple of feet apart and they strapped my lower legs to them holding them spread wide apart so I sort of had to squat obscenely and then the man n the leather smock took a piece of brass rod, maybe two or three inches diameter and several feet long which he put in the fire, I saw his assistant start to stir the fire to life by pumping a handle up and down working the bellows,  and gradually the fire started to glow red and almost white in places.

As if in slow motion I watched as the brass was heated to a dull glow and then working with hammers the men curved one end like a shepherds crook.

A small crowd had gathered watching the men and watching me, I didn't understand what was happening until I felt someone lift my tail and then felt the searing heat on my thighs and smelled my own flesh burning as with unbearable agony he eased the red hot end of the crook into my puckered brown anus.

Burning flesh, burning shit, agony, the red hot intruded burned its way inside me and then as the curve took it around I heard myself scream, and I prayed for the purple horizons of unconsciousness to save me but no relief came and every agonising millimetre of its path etched itself into my brain as I howled and screamed until I'm sure the windows rattled  and the tiles cascaded from the rooftops.

I smelled myself roasting, and thankfully the nerve endings died a thousand deaths leaving just permanent numbness then as the brass sizzled and ping-ed as it cooled the agony hit again and this time it sent me to oblivion.

I was in my stable when I woke, my crotch was on fire, unbearable agony or so I thought and as I looked I could not believe my eyes.

A huge brass ring now hung between my legs, one end in my vagina holding my lips apart the other buried in my anus and clearly both ends were connected together inside me.

The man must have curled the rod into a loop and welded the ends as I was unconscious.

I worried about the puncture between anus and vagina, I could die of peritonitis but I guess the searing heat had cauterised the wound and it didn't even bleed.

"Exercise." said Li-An, as soon as she saw I was conscious, "Come."

I nearly passed out with the pain, but she quickly fitted the curved saddle and we set off for the Village, this time she lashed me to the rail using the new ring, and she had to speak harshly to a large man who was clearly upset.

"He want fuck you bad." she said, "You never fuck again now pony."

It was self evident that never again would my vagina or anus welcome a penis, the thick ring largely filled both orifices, but over the next few days the pain dwindled until just the warm tingle of my filled vagina really remained.

The training started getting hard, the ring jiggled as I ran, and of corse my clit ring and nipple rings also jiggled and then of course I started to feel excited and as I approached climax I would slow down so Li-An would start to whip me, which made me even more excited and I would cum, as I ran, my juices leaking down my legs, oblivious to everything.

Soon, Li-An found she could delay my orgasm with a whipping before we set off, as I began to associate whipping and orgasm, and sometimes she would just whip me and make me cum for no reason, except to amuse herself.

Of course with the ring I could no longer sit like a human being, only lie down or stand up, like an animal.

"Special treat Pony, six month treat." said Li-An one afternoon, Sally very sad, you talk her Ok." I nodded.

Li-An took me into the main block of the facility, Sally was lying in a bed, naked as always but completely naked not even any tack or a harness and then Li-An removed my bit so I could speak.

"Hi." I said reasonably clearly.

"We're dead." Sally complained.

"Not yet," I said hopefully.

Sally spread her legs and said "Look" softly.

Her whole crotch was covered with coarse black fur, and something had been done as her Vagina appeared huge.

"Look, what they did to me." she said.

"What?" I said stupidly.

"They did it, They asked if I wanted to be a Fuck-Pony and when I saw you I said yes, they're going to make a real Pony fuck me, Jen, a real Pony."

I stared incredulously as she took her poor mutilated fist still wrapped around its iron tube and pushed it easily inside her vagina.

"It's all gone, Jen, Hysterectomy, I can take half a metre of cock, Jen, half a metre, she wailed almost hysterically."

"Calm her." ordered Li-An.

"You might like it." I said but I became aware she was not listening as she was too intent upon fisting herself.

"Look randy little cow, we go train." Li-An suggested and she gagged me once more and led me away.

The best was when Li-An used the dildo saddle and we practised until we could cum together almost every time, she told me she loved me and I wished she would take the bit out and let me tell her I loved her too but she would not.

Sally became morose and would not train, one evening there was a crowd around the stables as we came back from a road run, Li-An made me join the crown and I saw Sally strapped to a bench, laying on her back, legs spread.

I realised they had been waiting for us and as soon as Li-AN gave a signal a man I had never seen before brought a large male Pony through the crowd and turned it to approach Sally so it could see her exposed Vagina.

A strange creature, a shaggy black coat, dull eyes, poorly proportioned, but its penis was huge, disproportionate and it seemed to know the drill, and as soon as its handler released its reins it trotted noisily across the yard before climbing over Sally, its hooves each side of her head where he paused briefly for someone to position his erection at the entrance to her vagina before he flexed his powerful hind quarters and rammed his meat deep into her.

There was a gasp as the whole immense length of his appendage slid inside her, but the gasp was quickly drowned by Sally's screams, her bit had been removed so her scream could have been heard miles away as the black brute pounded into her, and then suddenly he slipped, his fore legs spread sideways crashing his full weight onto Sally's upper body and face.

Sally's head flopped  towards me at an unnatural angle and I watched her eyes grow dull as I realised her neck was broken, and then she gurgled and lay still, her staring lifeless eyes bearing testimony to her final agony.

The pony seemed unperturbed and recovered and recommenced its pounding only to falter as Sally no longer responded, he nuzzled the top of her head as if to wake her but her head just flopped round facing the wrong way now before flopping sideways and swinging limply.

The pony struggled and then its handler came across and whipped its flanks and buttocks with a cowboy whip and the stimulation sent convulsions through its body and horse cum suddenly erupted from Sally's tortured cunt.

The Pony backed away, its legs buckling and its now limp penis dangled like an elephants trunk as its reins were clipped on and it was led slowly away.

A smartly dressed Lady in a European business suit stood watching as two men carried Sally's  lifeless body away,  then she climbed on the bench and started yelling at us, I had no idea what she was saying but Li-An translated.

"She lazy Pony, no good." Li-An said, "You end up eight like her if you bad."

"Eight, Ate, Eaten?" what did Li-AN mean, surely not, but we were kept waiting in the yard for an hour may be, before a four wheeled wagon with a charcoal burner like a giant Bar-B-Q with a huge frame like a roasting spit was brought in.

I can't describe how I felt as  Sally's mutilated body was returned, the wounds where her organs had been harvested and the wounds crudely stitched all too clearly evident and as I watched in horror they forced the shaft of the roasting spit up her Anus until it emerged from her mouth.

It was worse than that, there was a screw thread tike a giant wood screw and they forced it as far in her anus as It would go and then they put a long bar through a hole in the far end and three men started twisting while three more held her body down.

"Sometimes do when live if no fit and organs poor," Li-An whispered, "as warning." she grinned,"You next, If you no win Saturday."

We watched as the men expertly guided the pole through Sally's lifeless body, supporting her head and manipulating her so the screw thread came into her mouth through her throat.

"One time girl still live when wood come out mouth, it funny!" Li-An explained morbidly.

as four men lifted Sally and guided her pole into the end supports and adjusted her height above the fire, straight away her skin started to crisp and blacken even before they began to turn her to roast her, to cook her throughly and evenly, the smell spread across our crowd and I started to salivate, and as I looked round it was clear I was not the only one.

It was horrible, a clear message to us all to work harder or face the consequences, un-imagined consequences more horrible than I could ever had dreamed possible.

I didn't see them carve Sally up, Li-An brought me a small glass of blood later, I wouldn't drink it so she threw it over me, and snarled "you next."

The love I had imagined flowing from Li-An was illusory, a sham, just a ploy to make me work harder and the knowledge tore my heart like a stake thrust through the heart of a vampire. 

I cried all night for Sally and when Li-An came in the morning she was annoyed.

"She lucky one, you come." she said, "Doctor Lu, he say you have thick strong pelvis, he say we use you cuntshaw if you no good racer, you come try."

It was like a rickshaw, except it had a single drawbar, not two handles but just one which divided at the outer end, Li-An undid the bolts and the end fitting came apart, a short iron tube between two pieces of wood.

"Stand, Pony." Li-An ordered. and she reached between my legs, the tube went through my Ring and she clamped the wood together with the bolts which had like winged nuts that don't need a spanner.

"Now, Must not twist, Pony, you step sideways turn whole shaw round, you Comfort?"

"No," I said.

"Best learn sleep stand up." she said, "If you no good Saturday."

The Shaw was balanced so there was nothing but a gentle downward tug until Li-An climbed in and then all the nerves I believed had died came to agonising life, and before I could understand Li-An whipped me and I started to run. "Stop" Li-An squealed but I ran,ran for my life, I turned right, through the gates into an area I had never seen before, I saw other girls like me, with the same one person carts or cuntshaws, queueing for passengers, all filthy some with shaved heads and on through the outer gates and towards the terraces of paddy fields.

I ran despite Li-An's pleas to slow down and the pain dissolved into a feeling almost of euphoria, the cool breeze on my breasts the clit ring and nipple rings jiggling and the pounding my anus and vagina experienced as the cart bumped over the ruts, I felt I was flying!

On and on I ran out of control, Li-An now urging me to go ever faster, abandoning her attempts to stop me,  but fatigue suddenly kicked in and I slowed, the euphoria ebbed away to leave just nakedness and exposure and the cold, I came to a halt gasping for breath, and I looked around me..

I saw a team ploughing, six naked native women, not harnessed just fixed to the ploughshares  by their cunt rings, I thought they were kneeling, then I saw, I saw, but didn't believe, that while they had arms but, and this is the horrible bit, they had no lower legs, just spikes, below the knee, six of them as a team, pulling a plough attached to their rings as a guard whipped them, "Spikes give grip." Li-An said, as I stared.

"You need drink, lose lots fluid." Li-An warned me, "And wipe off feet before slip over on cunt juice."

I looked down, the ring and cuntshaw fitting glistened with slippery juice, "Yes much girl have orgasm as they run, you like yes?"

I shook my head but Li-An was gently rocking the cart, the ring rhythmically working within me and I realised it was true and I fell to my knees.

Li-An expertly guided me to climax and then she made me turn the cart around and head back to the facility, I felt fulfilled, I guess that's the word for it, running easily with no need for Li-An to order me about, and then through the outer gates, and through the inner gates until we came to the door to the accommodation block, it was open, Li-An screamed "no."  

I emerged into the corridor and suddenly "Bang" I stopped dead, an unbearable pain engulfed my crotch, bones splintered, and as I fell I realised the cart had been too wide for the doorway, I was aware of a screaming Li-An flying over my head and then with no arms to protect me my head hit the concrete and everything went black.

Broken Part 4

I woke with a start, something was badly wrong, there was no ring between my legs and my arm hurt, I rolled on my side and my arm flopped uselessly where I had laid on it.

My mind raced, I had an arm again, what had happened?

The digital clock glowed greenly at 4 A.M. I checked and realised that I had two arms, I was in a bed in a hotel bedroom and not in a stable, I felt my nipples and there were no rings, neither my clit had any rings, and the huge ring through my crotch, through my Vagina and Anus was gone, and slowly I realised I had experienced a nightmare, the whole thing had been a dream.  A horribly vivid dream, well not that vivid, more sepia than techni-colour perhaps, on reflection they were just faceless characters in an indistinct location, the workshops and courtyard and shed all had seemed to be in the same location, now I thought about it yet it had all seemed so real.

I was soaked with perspiration, my head throbbed horribly from the Tequila and Orange I had been drinking with Sally and Mitch my boyfriend in the Hotel bar earlier, I had no recollection of coming to bed, or undressing, or anything, just a grey fog contrasting with the vivid recollection of the dream,

I heard ragged breathing, Mitch lay in a pool of psychedelic vindaloo vomit on the deep pile of the red hotel bedroom carpet beside our bed, snoring gently, the moonlight and streetlight glow lighting the pale green of the bedroom walls to a hideous turquoise hue, the white bedsheets sheet to lemon and the carpet to dark inky black

Mitch looked so pathetic lying there, mouth open, blowing vomit bubbles, completely oblivious to my movements, the bruising around his left eye silent witness to some drunken brawl, and I suddenly remembered what I had promised to do.

It seemed reasonable enough at the time, to take a few drugs home, through customs to help pay for my two weeks in paradise but the dream seemed like some kind of warning.

I started shaking I couldn't face it, the money was good, but he had expected me to help him take  a whole kilo of white powder home, initially in a condom up my bum, it only cost fifty Dollars here  but worth maybe Twenty Thousand back home.

I knew the dream was a warning, and I didn't know if I could trust Mitch, as soon as he started drinking in the cheap bars of the resort he seemed to change to a different person to the quiet sensitive man I fell for back home so I quietly dressed, just a thin red dress over a thong and my lacy black bra, and my flip flop sandals, and I sneaked my purse from my case and I just tipped everything out of the purse onto the floor and I left anything he could have hidden anything in behind, Lipstick, powder, everything, I just took my money and passport and papers, and left everything else, I just had this idea that he had hidden the drugs in my luggage, he had dropped the subject altogether too quickly when I refused to help him, it seemed out of character somehow.

It was five forty five when I sneaked out of the room,clutching my purse and an envelope full of my papers and paperwork.  I locked the door oh so quietly before walking away slowly and silently along the plushly carpeted but dimly lit corridor towards the stairs.

I relaxed and walked more normally as I realised Mitch was not following me and only when I got to the foyer, did I remember Sally.

I sneaked up back up the plush carpeted stairway, with its dark wooden panelling, and along to Sally's room, a single on the fifth floor, I knocked and she came to the door looking sick.

"It's the middle of the night!" she exclaimed, "My head aches!"

"I leaving!" I told her.

"I drank too much!" she exclaimed. "What's your excuse?"

"Mitch wants me to take drugs home through customs, I think he's hidden something in my luggage, so I'm just dumping it and going home." I announced, "Right now."

"He gave me a present, for my nan." Sally told me, "Do you think he planted drugs there as well?" she asked, her brown eyes now wide and frightened

"I'm leaving everything except my money and papers," I told her, "will you come with me now, there's a bus at seven, maybe we can get an early flight?"

She agreed and we set to work finding her keys and papers and tickets, and making sure nothing was sewn into her clothes and then she dumped most of her stuff and we made our way down to the foyer and waited for the bus.

The Yellow American stye bus came at six thirty and the driver waited outside, we went out to it and found the driver spoke reasonable English so we climbed aboard and waited as the clock hands crawled seemingly interminably towards seven, all the time I expected Mitch to appear, but Seven o'clock came and we left right on time, taking the scenic route across the mountains instead of the dual carriageway around the coast which we had arrived on and then the strangest thing, we skirted a Village just like the one I dreamed of and there through the trees I glimpsed a building almost exactly like I dreamed about.

My blood ran cold, I stared, I had no idea such a thing existed, and I sat peering through the gaps in the trees searching for mutilated inmates, human ponies perhaps, but there were none, and soon, though it seemed an age we were over the mountain ridge and away in the distance I saw the airport, the glass control tower shimmered in the morning sun, the runways dark against the yellowish sun-scorched grass and the airplanes sparkling silver and gold in the sunlight..

There was only one terminal building, a nineteen sixties legoland creation in concrete and steel, we checked in, and the receptionist was delighted when we asked about a transfer to an earlier flight, but it cost fifty pounds each, "Where is your Luggage?" we were asked.

"We think some one hid drugs in our cases so we left them behind." I admitted, which caused some confusion.

"I never heard that excuse before!" she said, "but don't be surprised if Luton want to do a full body search when you arrive, if you understand me?"

I nodded, at least they would not find anything, and made my way towards the plane. Sally followed behind and we followed the directions and just walked across the sun drenched tarmac and boarded the waiting Plane, a big beautiful plane to take us home, Silver and Blue with 747, painted on the front and RR on the engines and we just gazed at it as we walked across the Tarmac like we were catching a bus or something, and the sense of relief as I climbed the staircase  was intoxicating.

I paused briefly at the top of the stairs and I looked back towards the lush green mountains away to my right and to my left the golden sands of the beach were visible through the gaps between the hotels and high rise apartments, and I thought of our two weeks of idleness, the warm sea, sun bathing under the cloudless bluye sky, getting drunk, just generally having fun, and yet the images of my nightmarish dream refused to fade, the featureless face of Li-An and the image of Sally slowly roasting on a spit  overlaid everything.

I just about leapt inside the Cabin, to safety, never had an air-conditioned claustrophobia tube felt so good, and I just clutched my papers and purse tightly as took my seat and waited impatiently until the steward gave the life-belt and oxygen demo and the doors were shut and it was only when I felt that push as the plane lifted off the runway that I relaxed.

Ands that's why I need to borrow a thousand pounds, to buy some new clothes.

Oh and Mitch, I haven't seen Mitch. I don't think I want to.

I'll always remember him, on the bedroom carpet, blowing vomit bubbles as he lay in his own sick, yuck.

The End