A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen – Part Two

             ---By Cerberus

Author’s Note:  This chapter contains graphic descriptions of the torture, degradation and humiliation of helpless young teenaged women.  It is a work of pure fiction.

“Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.”  -- Marquis de Sade

Laura in Ponygirl Hell…

Fifteen year-old Laura Gibson has been hanging by her nipple rings for hours.  At midnight Wilber handcuffs her wrists and elbows behind her back and unhooks her aching tits.  She immediately falls to her knees.  Her cousin hauls her up by her hair and holds her at arms lengths.  His beady eyes crawl over her beautiful naked body like the dozens of flies that continue to torment her.  They gleam with satisfaction when he notices two rivulets of dried blood which decorate the bottom halves of each of her wounded breasts.  Ribbons of saliva drool out of her mouth which still has the penis gag jammed into it.  Despite her appearance, the teen is not broken.  She glares at Wilber and tries to kick him with her hoof-boots.  He easily avoids her while she overbalances and falls backwards onto her ass.  He angrily steps up to her and viciously lifts her up by her nipple rings.  Blood begins to flow anew…. 

A Wonderful Asian Dessert….

A few hours earlier, Arthur Gibson and his brother, Donald, greeted the parents of the three beautiful teenaged girls that Arthur had purchased along with Laura.  He intends to turn them into Thanatos Ponygirls too and has in fact begun their transformation from beautiful spoilt, carefree girls to beautiful humiliated pain-racked beasts of burden.   Buzz Miller and his wife Kate had been kind enough to take Jack and Jennifer Wilson and Alan and Frances McKay with them to Whistling Nettles Farm.  Simmons, the black butler, carried the guests’ luggage to their rooms.

Their host led his visitors into the cool confines of his antebellum mansion.  They settled themselves in a large drawing room.  Kate Miller, Ponygirl Kim’s mother said that she couldn’t wait to see her daughter in full P-G regalia.

“Oh, I can’t wait either,” said Frances McKay.  “Just the thought of our little Mary turning into a ponygirl makes me wet.”

“We’ll see soon enough,” said Donald.  “But I believe my brother wants us to dine first.  In fact we have a little entertainment lined up after which you might want to postpone our visit to the stables to tomorrow morning.”

“We might Indeed,” smiled Arthur.  “As soon as we finish this pitcher of gin and tonic, I suggest that we repair to the dining room.”

Their curiosity about the entertainment piqued, the others laughed and Donald remarked to Frances that waiting until morning to visit their pony-daughters would make the encounter even more exciting.

The Millers had returned from a week at the Thanatos Resort on a private island five miles off the South African Coast.  They regaled the others by recounting their experiences cruising Shark Alley which has the densest population of great white sharks in the world.  Buzz Miller described an afternoon when a group of guests were taken out to sea to observe the sharks.  “Recalcitrant teenaged slaves were used as bait,” says Miller with a grin.  “The owner of a little fourteen year-old Swedish girl donated her to the outing because she had attacked him with a knife after he filmed her being raped by twenty men.”

“Yes,” adds Kate Miller.  “After the boat stopped some of the crew tied a rope around her neck and threw her overboard into the calm waters.  As the naked beauty was swimming around the men threw fish scraps and guts into the water around her to attract the sharks.”

Buzz Miller continued, “The look of terror on the little cunt’s eyes was a joy to behold.  It wasn’t long before a large dorsal fin was spotted heading right for the boat.  The girl struggled to get away bit soon a twenty foot long monster bit off both of her legs.”

“Chomp!” exclaimed Arthur with a smile.

“Unfortunately, “says his wife.  “The bitch didn’t suffer long enough for the shark came back and bit down on what was left of her just above her pretty little tits.  Her owner had what remained of her carcass – her shoulders, part of her arms and her head – hauled aboard.  He had her head removed and put on ice and threw the rest of her overboard.  He said he wanted to mount her head and add it to his collection of former slaves’ heads in his hunting lodge.  This one was to be his twenty-third.”

Simmons entered the room and announces that dinner is served.

The group followed Arthur to the dining room.  The table has been set with the Royal Copenhagen china, sterling silver flatware and heavy Waterford crystal wine glasses.  They sat, making small talk about vacations they had taken and tortures they had witnessed when two servants entered the room carrying trays of soup which they placed on a sideboard.

Arthur’s guests gasped in delighted surprise.  The female server was wearing a French maid’s costume -- but not a standard one.  She was dressed in something one would see in a Japanese cosplay porn movie.  Which is appropriate for the maid was Japanese -- and a slut.  Her costume consisted of a black satin mini-dress with a frilly white apron tied around her waist.  The lace-trimmed top of her dress was so cut so low that the tops of her breasts showed to the base her lovely brown nipples.  While relatively small breasted, a push up bra displayed them at their best.  The hem of the outfit ended a mere inch below her crotch. Her slender legs were sheathed in sheer white stockings that were held up by a red garter belt.  She bent over to place a bowl of soup in front of Jenny Wilson, Ponygirl Susan’s mother.  Her husband Jack, who was seated beside her, noticed that the Asian maid was wearing a red thong under her dress.

The other server was a man.  A muscular Japanese with a shaved head who was more than a foot taller and one hundred pounds heavier that the diminutive maid. His costume was much simpler than hers.  He was wearing a red leather cod piece which bulged ominously as it held his large cock in place.

“My friends”, announced Arthur. “Your servers are named Tarou, which is Japanese for ‘big, thick son’ and Tamiko which means ‘beautiful child’.  I imagine you can figure out which one is which.”

Kate Miller stared admiringly at Tarou’s cod piece and declared that he appears to be an exception to the stereotype that Asian men have small penises.  She got a thrill when she ran her hand along the surface of the red leather as Tarou placed the soup in front of her.  With a smile she said that it was a wonderful idea to dine before touring the stables.

The servants withdrew and the group began to eat.  The first course was a cream of corn velouté with mussels and saffron. It was so delicious that there was little small talk as the men and women at the table wolfed it down.

Tamiko and Tarou returned to remove the plates and cutlery and reset the table for the main course.

They left and quickly returned with veal scallops, buttered ratte potatoes, baby onions, and Swiss chard drizzled with balsamic vinegar.  While the food looked delicious the servers managed to distract the diners for they had adjusted their costumes.  Tarou had removed his cod piece letting his six-inch uncircumcised cock dangle freely.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Jenny Wilson as she ogled the large organ, “I’d like to see that thing angry. I bet it will be nine inches long.”

“Ten,” the Japanese giant corrected.

Tamiko had removed her maid’s dress, bra and thong and wore only shoes, stockings and a garter belt. 

Jack Wilson said, “Tiny Tamiko is appropriately named.  With her beautiful small breasts and hairless pussy I’d guess that she’s about thirteen years old.”

“Eighteen”, said the tiny woman with a smile as she and Tarou withdrew.

As they began the main course Kate Miller said that she wondered what they will be wearing when they bring dessert.

“Perhaps they will be dessert,” laughed Ed McKay.

Arthur Gibson smiled quietly and said nothing.

After the main course was complete and the table cleared, dessert was served.

Tarou wheeled a naked Tamiko on a cart into the dining room.  She was lying on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the front end.  Chocolate syrup had been poured over her small breasts.  Each nipple was topped by a maraschino cherry resting in a nest of whipped cream.  A green cherry rested in a swirl of whipped cream in her navel.  The young woman’s naked pussy was covered with more chocolate syrup and whipped cream.  The stick of a lollipop protruded four inches from inside her cunt.

It appeared that Tamiko had already serviced Tarou as his cock was engorged and stood stiffly out from his body.  Chocolate syrup had been poured over his erection.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Arthur Gibson as he pointed to Tamiko and Tarou. 

“Enjoy your dessert.”

For the next half hour Arthur Gibson and his guests thoroughly enjoyed their “sweets”.  At one point the three women knelt in front of Tarou taking turns sucking his cock.  Occasionally, they poured more chocolate syrup over it and gobbled it down noisily. 

The five men surrounded Tamiko.  They quickly licked the chocolate and whipped cream from her breasts and pussy.  Ed McKay pulled the lollipop stick out of the lovely girl’s cunt.  All the men laughed when they saw that the end of the stick was embedded in a pink penis-shaped lollipop.  McKay hesitated for only a second before sliding the candy into his mouth.  After a second he removed it and said that the sweet candy and the saltiness of the maid’s cunt juice were a wonderful combination.

“Perhaps Mars or Nestlé can be persuaded to manufacture pussy-dipped lollipops,” laughed Jack Wilson whose cock was firmly lodged in Tamiko’s mouth.  The maid sucked on it voraciously running her long tongue back and forth along the bottom of the shaft.

“I’d quit my job to become the foreman of that assembly line,” said McKay who had replaced the candy cock in the maid’s pussy with his own cock.

The three wives had removed their clothing and were sprawled forward on the dining room table.  They played a game with Tarou and the Gibson brothers who had left Tamiko.  It was a form of musical chairs or in this case musical cunts -- without the music.  Each man fucked one of the women the three.  The man could do so with a maximum of ten thrusts before he had to move to the next woman.  This went on until one of the men came.  He then dropped out leaving the two remaining men.  The last man to cum is the winner.  If two or more of the men came in the same woman’s pussy, she would be declared the winner among the women.

This game went on for fifteen minutes while the three other men ravished every orifice of the very-willing Tamiko’s lovely body.

After everyone was spent, Arthur declared Tarou and Jenny Wilson to be the winners of the contest.  In fact, all three men had pumped their semen into Jenny’s wonderfully tight pussy.  She had slid off the table and rested, exhausted, on the floor.  Arthur told Tamiko, who was dripping sperm from her pussy, ass and chin to help clean up Ms Wilson.  The beautiful maid did not hesitate to kneel between Jenny’s outstretched legs and lick the thick puddle of cum leaking out of the woman’s pussy.  Once the floor was cleaned Tamiko proceeded to lick and suck Ms Wilson’s pussy until it, too, was clean and Ms Wilson had three orgasms.

The servants left and the butler returned with white terry cloth robes for Arthur and his guests.  Gibson suggested that they go into the study to watch a film he had just received from a fellow member of the Thanatos Society.

The study was large and there were sufficient chairs and sofas for everyone.  The guests settled themselves while Arthur Gibson poured glasses of 25 year-old The MacCallan.

While they enjoyed their scotch the group watched a Blu-ray video produced by the Thanatos Society on Gibson’s sixty inch television.  It is a special disc which, if played on a normal recorder it would show the Marx Brothers in the Hollywood classic,” A Day at the Races”.  However, when played on a disc player modified by Thanatos engineers it revealed a different version of a film of the same name.  Instead of the Marx Brothers, the stars were fully trained pony-girls between the ages of 12 and 15.   The group enjoyed immensely the hour long gruesome re-enactment of the chariot race scene in the film “Ben Hur”.  Only in the Hollywood epic the charioteers were men and in the Thanatos production the drivers were trained male baboons.  Also, in the epic the charioteers didn’t rape their horses.  When it was over all the men sported engorged cocks and the women were wet as a showery day in April. 

The Stable….

Meanwhile back in the stable Laura’s squeals of pain are muffled by her gag as her cousin drags her by her tits to the ponygirl stall section of the stables.  As she passes by Laura sees each of her friends in one of the narrow stalls.  They are sleeping on filthy beds of hay with one of their legs chained to a ring bolted into the side of the stall.  Each exhausted girl still has her punishing pony boots on but her harness and butt plug tails have been removed.  It is only their complete exhaustion that lets them sleep despite the ache in their legs, bruised pussies, whip-scarred asses and the hundreds of flies that swarm over them. The teenaged prisoner is shocked to see a large rat sniffing at Kim’s left nipple as if trying to decide to bite it.

“I know you’re tired, Cousin Laura,” Wilber says.  “So I’ll let you get some rest.”

He leads her into a box stall and forces her to lie on her back on the hay covered floor.  Wilber removes the penis gag and replaces it with a ring-shaped one that painfully forces her mouth open.  He holds it in place by buckling its leather strap behind her head.

He attaches light chains to her nipple rings and fastens the other ends to hooks three feet high in opposite walls of the stall.  In a particularly fiendish mood, Laura’s fat cousin attaches her left breast chain to the right wall and her right breast chain to the left.  As a result the chains pull her nipples together until they are almost touching.  Once again her breasts are painfully stretched and blood oozes out around the rings.  He fastens heavier chains to Laura’s pony boots.  With the assistance of Waldo, who had just finished oiling the whips to be used the next day, they insert the other ends of the chains into rings in the walls near the floor and, with mighty heaves, force the teen’s legs painfully apart.  They attach similar chains to her wrists.  After locking them in place both men approach Laura to admire their sadistic handiwork.

The exhausted beauty lies tightly spread eagled.   She glares angrily at Wilber who is bent between her legs admiring the way her leg chains have made her pussy lips part slightly.  Her cousin pinches her labia and snaps his middle finger onto her clitoris.  Her attempts to curse them are hindered by the ring gag in her mouth.

Wilber moves up the stall to stand by his cousin’s head.  Waldo stands across from him.

“Damn, I knew we forgot to do something,” says Wilber with mock regret.  “We forgot to water this little filly.”

“Oh, Jeez,” says Waldo.  “We just got her settled.  I don’t want to unchain her now.”

“I know,” replies the teenager’s fat cousin.  “Let’s water her where she lays.”

“Great idea!”

Both men unzip their flies and pull out their cocks.  Wilbur and Waldo direct streams of hot, acrid piss into Laura’s mouth.  She chokes and coughs and shakes her head from side to side in vain.  Soon her mouth overflows with piss.  The two tormentors then walk the length of her body, showering her with urine.  They meet between Laura’s legs and direct the last of their piss at her gaping cunt.  When they are done Waldo says that there’s just one more thing he wants to do before they let Laura get some well-deserved rest.  He quickly leaves the stall and returns a few minutes later with something in his hand.  He shows it to her.

“This is a welcome to the stable gift from Emperor, the stallion you and your friends will get to know intimately over the summer,” he says.

He is holding a ball of horse manure.  It is fresh and the size of a golf ball.  He drops it into Laura’s mouth.  Her face turns red as she attempts to push the ball of steaming shit out of her mouth with her tongue.  She amuses her captors for five minutes before finally succeeding.

“Well done,” says Wilber.  I intended to stuff a piece of cheese up your cunt for Ralphie.  He’s the stable’s pet rat but your father want you intact for your sweet sixteen celebration so I shall desist.”

Wilber and Waldo bid Laura a good night.  At last, she is alone.

Well, not quite alone.  It takes only minutes for hundreds of fat flies to swarm over her piss-soaked body.  Laura must have swallowed a cup of piss in order to keep from drowning.  With her mouth still forced open by the ring gag, many of the insects fly into it and land on her tongue which still has traces of horse shit on its surface.  She’s being driven mad by the flies that have covered her pubic area.  They crawl along her labia and some even enter her cunt.  Despite this, the teenager manages fall into a restless sleep.

Dress Up Time for Ponygirls….

The next morning the ponygirls’ parents enjoy a quick breakfast of coffee and croissants.  Before leaving the mansion each man takes a large dose of Thanatos Semen Multiplier.  It enables them to produce five times the volume of sperm than is normal.  It also produces an erection that lasts for hours no matter how many times one ejaculates.

The party proceeds to the stables.  On the way Frances McKay says to the other two wives, “Ed took some Multiplier once on our wedding anniversary.  He wore me out.  I almost drowned when he came in my mouth.  He must have fired half a cup of thick, vile tasting slime down my throat.  I don’t know if the developers did it on purpose but Semen Multiplier makes a man’s cum taste like sweaty sock soaked with ammonia.”

The men and women are wearing modified riding outfits.  The fathers’ trousers are soft black leather and have a cod piece rather than a zipped fly.  The mothers’ trousers have removable panels that can reveal their pussies and asses. Both the panels and cod pieces are held in place by Velcro. 

As they walk from the mansion to the stables along a path made up of broken sea shells, Arthur Gibson suggests that his guests might find it amusing to rape their daughters on the pathway.

“These broken shells were a special order and are particularly sharp,” he says, “In fact if you were to try to walk along this path without shoes, your feet would be cut to ribbons.”

The girls’ parents fall silent, as they imagine with pleasure the razor sharp broken shells chewing their daughters’ backsides to hamburger meat.

Jack Wilson suggest that they spray the shell with iodine before raping the girl.  “That way they won’t get an infection”, he says.

At the stable they take some time to admire the horses, especially the stallion, Emperor.   The women giggle at the sight of the horse’s huge cock.

Wilber and Waldo greet them at the door of the ponygirl section of the building.

“We let the girls sleep until a half hour ago,” he says.  “We fed them a mixture of rotting wormy apples and carrots mixed in with some horse semen for protein and some vitamin supplements.  Laura got nothing to eat but I did give her a large glass of fresh, warm horse piss to quench her thirst.  Now that you are here I thought you might enjoy helping prepare your daughter’s ponygirl outfits for Laura’s sweet sixteen party.”

The parents think that it’s a wonderful idea and follow the two trainers into the ponygirl stable.  They are led into a large annex of the building that contains hundreds of different ponygirl accoutrements.

“Oh my God!” exclaims Frances McKay.  “Look at them!  Delightful!”

All the parents are enchanted at the sight of their daughters.  Each teenager has been scrubbed with a stiff bristle brush and is standing between two eight foot vertical wooden poles. The girls are completely naked.  Their boots have been removed so that their parents can select from a variety of replacements. Their wrists are cuffed behind their backs.  Steel bits have been removed from the mouths of Kim, Susan and Mary.  Steep rings like Laura’s have been driven through the nipples of the girl.  Like their friend Laura, they have been chained into position by their nipple rings – and like their friend Laura thin rivulets of blood trickle down their breasts.  Wilber has removed the ring gag from Laura’s mouth.    

When the PGITs -- Ponygirls In Training – see their parents they all loudly beg to be set free and ask why they are allowing such cruelty.  Even while begging they are shocked by what their parents are wearing.  The adults ignore the cacophony of their children’s entreaties.

Upon seeing his helpless raven haired daughter, Susan, Jack Wilson, pulls off his cod piece, freeing his large, semi-rigid cock.

“Oh that’s much more comfortable,” he says as pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock onto the wooden floor.

The other men follow suit and remove their cod pieces as well, revealing their stiffening pricks.  Each man fastens his piece over his Velcro covered left knee cap.  The piece of leather now serves as a knee pad and matches the one sewn onto his right knee.  That way both knees will be protected when they kneel between their daughters’ legs – not to worship them but to rape them.

Each couple goes to stand before their daughter.  They coldly ignore their girls’ imploring eyes.  In fact, the fathers hardly look at their daughters’ faces.  They are much more interested in looking at their naked bodies which they haven’t seen since they were little girls.  At least that’s true for three of the four fathers.  Buzz Miller had installed several hidden micro cams in Kim’s bedroom and en suite bathroom when she was eleven and has hours of videos of her showering, admiring her naked body in front of a full length mirror and masturbating in what she foolishly thought was the privacy of her own room. Still, seeing his helpless daughter in the flesh makes his thick cock twitch.  Like the other three fathers, Buzz resisted the temptation to molest their nubile daughters only so the girls’ sense of betrayal now would be more traumatic.

What must be going through each teenager’s mind as the man whom she regarded as her loving protector now explores every inch of her naked body with all the compassion of a cobra?  Even worse, mother stands beside him, smiling.  Overnight, caring trusted parents have turned into monsters.  Little do the captive teens know that their fathers and mothers were monsters long before they were born.   Each couple feels that condemning their daughters to a brutal degrading life of pain and humiliation is a small price to pay to be members of the Thanatos Society.

“Why are you doing this to me?” asks Kim Miller.  “I thought you love me!”

“Love you!” her mother, Kate, scornfully replies.  “My dear, you and your friends here have had the misfortune of being born to parents who love only themselves and the sights and sounds of suffering people.  We never loved you.  All you were to us is a ticket into a very exclusive society of like-minded people.  You and your friends are also being inducted into the Thanatos Society but as slaves.”

“You probably wonder how we can do this,” says her father Buzz.  “It’s quite simple.  Your mother and I and your friend’s parents have the proud pleasure of being wealthy sociopaths.  We feel no love or empathy for you.  You have no idea how difficult it was for us to resist doing nasty things to you while you were growing up.  Many’s the time while I was fucking your dear mother I’d whisper into her shell-like ear how much I’d enjoy putting out cigarettes on your pretty twelve year-old bum or hanging you by your thumbs and whipping you with a barbed bull whip.”

He grabs one of his daughter’s nipple chains and pulls it until blood flows more thickly down his daughter’s torso as she screams in pain.

Wilber interrupts the parents to ask them if they want their daughters to keep their pubic hair.  All agree that they do not.  So the first order of business is to fasten each teen’s ankles to the posts so that mother or father can shave their little girl’s pussy.  Buzz uses a battery powered electric shaver on Kim.  Frances McKay smears Mary’s patch of red hair with a caustic depilatory cream and simply uses a towel to wipe the hair away as her daughter squirms in pain.  Jack Wilson lathers his daughter’s pubis with a shaving brush and then strokes away her hair with a Gillette razor.  Now the ponygirls’ bodies are completely hairless.  Of course, the fathers couldn’t resist stroking and pinching their daughters’ tender pussies during the shaves.

Kim, Mary and Susan’s parents admire the abrasions and bruises on their daughter’s cunt and hoot with delight when Wilber explains that they were caused by the tow chain during yesterday’s training session in the exercise ring. 

Birthday Girl Laura receives special treatment.  Her mother and father take turns pulling her blond cunt hairs out by their roots.  It is a long and painful procedure but the other parents are so entertained by Laura’s cries of pain and garbled entreaties for mercy that they don’t mind the wait.  The three fathers leave their daughters and stand behind Laura and fondle her sweaty body, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipple rings.  Soon the barely healed wounds in her breasts are re-opened and blood oozes once again down the front of her body.  Her friends’ fathers smear the blood over her torso.

Once the teens’ pussies are as smooth as their breasts, their parents release their ankles.  In order to discourage any of the young girls from kicking their parents, Waldo walks around holding a large, powerful cattle prod.  Susan doesn’t notice and, out of fury and frustration at her parents’ betrayal, she tries to kick her father.  She manages only a glancing blow.  Before she can put her leg down Waldo rushes up, jabs the prod into her thigh and pulls the trigger.  The naked teen screams as electricity shoots through her muscles.  Before she can recover the sadistic trainer touches the double tip of the prod to the golden ring in the girl’s left breast.  Waldo smiles as he fires a large blue spark into the ring, sending an electric charge through Susan’s nipple.  She faints as pain surges through her breast.  Her father steps forward quickly and grabs her before she collapses.

“Don’t want to her nipples ripped open by her rings,” he remarks.  “At least not yet.”

Waldo curses, “Damn it, I forgot to give your daughters shots of Thanatos Stay Awake stimulant this morning.”

The sweat soaked teen continues to hang from her fathers arms, Waldo goes to a cabinet on the wall containing various meds and retrieves a bottle of cloudy green liquid and a hypodermic plunger to which is attached a large bore needle.  He goes back to Susan.  He fills the hypo full and jams the two inch veterinary needle into the diminutive teen’s right tit.  Susan’s eyes fly open and she shrieks.  The vile liquid burns horribly and the pain of her various wounds increase ten fold.

Harder to bear is the news that no matter how much pain is inflicted upon her and her friends that day, they will not be able to find brief solace in the shelter unconsciousness.

Waldo refills the syringe and makes the rounds, shoving the same needle into Kim’s butt and then the pink nipple of Mary’s breast.  He forces Laura’s mouth open and grabs the tip of her tongue with steel pliers and plunges the thick needle into its sensitive pink flesh.  Her mother and father are vastly amused as the burning pain makes their teenaged daughter’s blue eyes bulge freakishly.

“Careful dear,” her mother Emily admonishes as she attempts to suppress her laughter.  “Or your eyes might pop right out of your head.”

The parents ignore the increased volume of their children’s cries of pain for they had much more important things to consider -- the color of each girl’s outfit.  Laura’s parents choose white for their virginal daughter.  Jennifer Wilson think that red would be good for their raven haired daughter Susan.  Kim’s parents decide on black and Mary’s parents choose green because Frances thought that color would complement her child’s red hair.  Of course the girls are completely hairless but their parents know that Waldo and Wilber have created a butt-plug “tail” out some of the hair that had been shorn from their heads.

“Branding time!” shouts Waldo with glee.  “We burn all our ponygirls.”  The parents smile when they see he is holding a propane fuelled iron whose head glows a dull red.

“Oh come here please,” implores Jennifer Wilson.  “Do Susan first.”

Waldo saunters over to stand behind Susan.  “With pleasure,” he says nastily.  “Mr Wilson”, he continues.  “You’d better hold your ponygirl tightly around her waist.  This isn’t going to tickle the little filly.”

“It might not tickle Susan,” Jack Wilson replies but it will certainly tickle and my wife and me.  Susan parents walk behind their daughter.  Jack turns his back on the girl and takes a step backwards so they are standing hip to hip.  He bends slightly and wraps his right arm around her waist.  Jennifer grasps her daughter’s handcuffed wrists and raises her hands up so her hands don’t block the intended target of the iron.  Susan’s heart races and she begins to moan in anticipation of more pain.  She can hear the hiss of the propane flame in the handle of the iron.  Jack Wilson can’t resist running the palm of his left hand over his daughter’s flawless bum.   His cock is fully erect.  Waldo asks him to move his hand.  After Wilson does, Waldo slowly moves the glowing head of the iron towards Susan’s right buttock and holds it an inch from her skin.  The poor girl can feel the heat emanating from the red-hot metal.  She begins to plead for mercy.  Her pleas turn into a loud squeal as Waldo presses the face of the branding iron into the soft flesh of her right buttock.  She continues to shriek as the metal burns into her ass.  Her bladder erupts sending a jet of warm urine down her legs to form a puddle at her feet.  Her mother and father breath in the aroma of their little girl’s burning flesh.  Seeing his teen ponygirl in so much pain, Jack can’t hold back and his cock begins to spew thick semen into the puddle of piss.  Waldo presses the branding iron into the teen’s skin for three seconds.  When he removes it a nasty, blistered, smoking burn “decorates” the screaming girl’s bum. 

The scar is a one-inch high “T” overlapped by a snake-like “S” – the stylized initials of the Thanatos Society.  The two letters are framed by a horse shoe.

The pain suffered by Susan would be unbearable but for the recent injection of Stay Awake.

“Perhaps a healing ointment will soothe the pain,” says Jennifer to her daughter.  She places two of her fingers into the puddle of piss and lifts up her husband’s clotted sperm.  She smears the slimy liquid over the teen’s burnt skin.  The very touch of her mother makes Susan erupt into another ear shattering scream.

During the next ten minutes Susan’s screams are echoed by Kim and Mary as Waldo brands their tender bums.

Wilber reminds Waldo that he is not to brand Laura.  As the Birthday Girl she’s going to get special treatment.

It takes almost an hour for the parents to “dress” their ponygirl daughters.   The three PGITs now stand shoulder to shoulder before them.  Laura’s three friends are fitted out identically except for the colors.  Each teen wears a tight narrow leather headband circling her forehead.  Pointed stiff leather “pony ears” stand up at each side of the girl’s head.  Her parents have forced a special bit into her mouth.  It’s a two inch O-ring with two three-inch long narrow steel rods extending out in opposite directions.  These rods are fitted into the gaps created the day before by the extraction of the girl’s back teeth.  A small ring dangles from each end of the rods. The bit is held in place by a leather head strap.  Each father is delighted to realize that the o-ring bit will permit him to skull fuck his daughter.  The ponygirl cannot close her mouth and has difficulty swallowing.  The girl’s nipple chains have been replaced by a short thin chain which the parents have attached to small clips at the ends of the bit.  The length of the chains have been adjusted to pull the girls breasts until they are cone shaped and their nipples are stretched painfully.  Streamlets of blood dribble from Mary’s left nipple and Kim’s right.  Frances McKay, Mary’s mother, observes to her husband that the wide open look of fright in the girls’ eyes reminds her of the terror filled eyes of a panicking horse.

“Yes”, he responds.  “Isn’t it delightful?”

Short vertical leather belts on each side of the girl’s face connect the bit strap to her forehead band.  A hard inflexible plastic collar tightly grips and stretches her neck.

The grown ups removed the handcuffs and forced the girl’s arms behind her back making her grasp her elbow with the hand of her other arm.  The teenager’s forearms are now parallel to the floor.  Mom and Dad then fitted a single leather sleeve over both of her arms from wrist to elbow and laced it tightly in place.  The sleeve is lined with glass wool.  At first it feels comfortable but after a while the tiny slivers of fibreglass start working their way into the flesh of the ponygirl.

Each teenager wears a tight latex bustier which extends from the top of her hips to just under her breasts.  The inner surfaces of the garment and collar have been dusted with itching powder.  Each daughter’s thigh is sheathed in a tight latex sleeve.  A leather belt firmly cinches the teen’s waist. Silver rings have been sewn into the front and back of the belt.  Identical rings dangle from each of the victim’s hip.   A length of very rough hemp rope is fastened to the back and front ring of each girl’s belt.  The rope is half and inch in diameter and is the same color as the pony’s outfit.  The rope is buried deeply into the groove of the girl’s ass and pussy – so deep that the coarse cord disappears completely between the helpless teen’s bruised cunt lips and ass cheeks.  Before tying the rope to the ring at the back of each girl’s belt her parents worked some of the fibres loose so that the butt plug tails could be inserted in the pony’s ass.  Ed and Frances McKay put on latex gloves and smear capsaicin paste on Mary’s plug while Kate and Buzz Miller chose to smear itching paste on Kim’s before slamming it in her ass.  Watching the two girls squirm in pain, Jack and Jennifer Wilson decided to coat Susan’s plug with a mixture of both pastes.  The poor girl’s howls of agony echo through the large room much to the amusement of the grown-ups. She feels as if a fat red-hot rat file has been shoved up her ass   Arthur Gibson explained that the hot paste burning away in two of the ponygirls’ asses is made from the Bhut Jolokia pepper.  “I have it shipped in from India.  It has been recognized as the hottest pepper in the world and its Scoville heat unit measurement is more than one million.  By comparison the jalapeno pepper registers only ten thousand SHUs.”

With Waldo’s help each parent attached a synthetic pony tail to their squirming teen’s burning, itching ass plug.  The tails are fastened to the plugs by a two inch S shaped metal rod so that the ponygirls’ tails stand out from their asses.

Kim, Susan and Mary each wear the same type of shoe.  Kim’s first and fifth toe have been wired to the base of a thick silver sole plate.  From the front of the base plate a spring metal crescent curves up to a silver manacle around her ankle.  The poor girl is forced to balance on her toes.  The crescent provides a little support although the manacle is painfully tight.  The teen is  encouraged to remain on her toes by the four quarter-inch long needles that rise from the heel part of the base plate and stand ready to plunge into Kim’s feet should she falter. Each shoe weight two pounds.  When the girls walk their shoes will leave the impression of a horse shoe in the sand of the ring.

The parents of Laura’s friends have been so engrossed in outfitting their daughters that they haven’t been watching what Laura’s parents, uncle and cousin have been up to.  However as Laura’s screams of pain intensify, drowning out those of their daughters, they turn to the teen and are flabbergasted by what they see.  Even they are shocked by the ghastly imaginative sadism of Laura’s family.

“My God,” says Kate Miller with an evil grin.  “I almost feel sorry for her.”

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To be continued

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