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Pleasure Island Ponygirls
by Sarah
Sarah and Emily couldn't believe their luck in getting the invitation to Pleasure Island. The two 18 year old teens had survived their first semester of college, with a D average, but it was enough to pass them into the spring semester. Now as the pivotal moment for all new college girls arrived, spring break, the girls had each received in the mail an invitation to what was rumored to be the best party spot for all of spring break. Of course they had to get new bikinis for the week, so their first stop was the mall.
"Oh Sarah, you have to get this bikini. It is so you." Emily giggled and held up a pink bikini, and Sarah smiled. She had confessed to her roommate she had loved pink, and Emily did everything she could to remind her friend of her confession. The bikini itself was conservative compared to most on the rack, and Sarah admitted to herself that it wasn't bad. She found her size, and picked it out. Then she scooped up a few other ones. She didn't want to miss a chance to swim or tease the boys that might be there.
Emily picked out a few purple bikinis for herself, and an extra large beach towel, perfect for her and Sarah to lay on and tan, while being able to keep an eye on each other. Emily liked her figure, but she was a bit jealous of Sarah. Both girls were lookers, but Sarah's curves were a bit more pronounced than Emily's. Both girls thought had the ability to get any boy they wanted, and often did. Their main focus however, was not their school work, which had gotten them into trouble.
As Friday before Spring Break arrived, the girls packed up Sarah's car, and made the drive to the coast. Pleasure Island had been established out in the ocean off the coast, but it seemed to be unaffected by the tropical storms that plagued the gulf coast. But it wasn't that big, so cars were not allowed. Instead, the hordes of college age girls were loaded aboard ferries that would run from Friday night to Sunday morning, before stopping till next weekend. Sarah and Emily were not the first to arrive, but they did have enough time to pick out one of the nicer rooms in the main hotel.
Pleasure Island had all sorts of attractions and games to keep the teenagers occupied. There was a large carnival, some beer halls, smoking places, drugs a plenty, and fun houses. It seemed that since the island was not officially part of any state, or even the United States, the laws there allowed for a lot more liberty than the youngsters were used to. So of course the ones who had few inhibitions soon made their way to their favorite vices. Sarah and Emily watched as girls went into the bars and smoking parlors, and disappear in the noise and smoke. Others went to the rides and games, and played to their hearts content. Sarah and Emily made their way to the beach, and decided to just get some sun for now.
For the first few days, the girls continued their routines, noting with some amusement a few of the more hard partying girls were slower to return to their rooms or to the bars the following day. Sarah and Emily had heard a few come in late, only to get up again and return a few hours later. Sarah began to wonder just how the girls were going to make it when classes resumed the following week.
As Wednesday began, however, things began to change. Emily awoke first, and showered like normally. Sarah had slept in a little, and was just waking when Emily emerged from the shower, smiling. The girls changed places, and while Sarah showered, Emily slipped on one of her most revealing bikinis. As Sarah emerged, her mouth dropped open as she saw Emily.
"Emily, you're not going to wear that, are you?"
"Of course I am, silly. And you should wear this one."
Emily tossed Sarah the bikini she had picked out for Sarah at the mall before, and reluctantly Sarah put it on. Sarah hadn't really liked it because she knew if it got wet, it would show off a lot more than she was prepared to, but with Emily in a similar suit, Sarah had little choice. Within a matter of minutes, Sarah had her suit on, and the pair were headed down to the beach. The girls had just settled onto their blanket, when another girl walked over, and smiling, offered the two a drink.
Emily took the offered drink, and gave a sniff, as she drank some of it. "Oh, it tastes like coconut. Try it Sarah."
Sarah took her own drink, and sipped it, then gulped it down. It was something her mom had let her drink before, called a Piņa colada. Of course, the one her mom had given her was virgin. Now she was getting the full effect, and she loved it. Emily too liked her drink, and the girls began giggling as they drank more and more of the blend. By the time the sun went down, Sarah and Emily were so tipsy they were giggling all the way to their room. The girls fell onto Sarah's bed, too tired and tipsy to care. They were drunk, and hands and fingers soon had made their journey to the other girl's body, bringing mixed moans and squeals from the girls, creaming their pussies from the other's manipulations.
At 1:30 am, however, a group came into the girl's room. The men worked fast, stripping Sarah and Emily of their clothes, and dressing them in matching brown Lycra suits. The men then fitted the girl's bodies with leather harnesses that they fastened closed with permanent rivets. Once the harnesses were on the passed out girl's bodies, the men checked the girl's sneakers for their size, and selected a matching pair of hoof boots which they slipped onto the girls feet, lacing them closed with wire filaments, making them irremovable. The men then pulled the girls arms behind their backs and folded them into a reverse prayer position, before slipping them into black arm binders. The arm binder would force the girl's breasts up and forward, putting them more on display. The men smiled and slipped leather horse bridles over the girls heads, slipping in rubber coated ball bit gags into the girls mouths, rendering them speechless. The final touch was to attach tails to the girl's harnesses, just above their asses. As the men completed outfitting the girls, they pulled on the Lycra suits at their crotches and breasts, ripping off the panels and exposing the girls breasts, pussies, and asses. The girls were placed onto a padded cart, and wheeled out of their hotel room, to the island's stables. The men had completed their collection of Sarah and Emily by 2:30 am, and were off to another room.
Sarah and Emily awoke to the muffled shrieks of girls around them, and to the inability to move their arms. Both girls awoke with a start, and let out their own squeals and gasps as they beheld the other girls who had been collected before them. Sarah and Emily huddled close together as they tried to comfort each other. But it was hopeless for either girl to reassure the other that things would be ok. All they had to do was try to speak and their helpless condition brought forth their tears again. As the day wore on, more girls were wheeled into the large building, and placed into cages near the other captive girls. All of the girls were dressed as human ponies, and all were helplessly sobbing as they realized their fate.
By Thursday, there was not a free girl on Pleasure Island. All of them had been bound and placed in cages. Then the men came, and began leading the girls out of their cells. Sarah and Emily could hear the cheers from one of the buildings, and the shouts of excitement from a crowd. But they couldn't see what was happening. But all too soon, both Sarah and Emily were led out with a leash connected to each of their bridles, and helpless to resist, they were led into the building. A bright light shown down on them, and there was a fast and furious round of shouting. Then the BANG of a gavel, and Sarah and Emily felt a SMACK on their asses, as they were led out of the building.
6 months later:
Sarah and Emily had been sold to a farmer in Puerto Rico, where they were put to work hauling in loads of coconuts. Sarah and Emily often felt the crack of the whip on their exposed asses, encouraging them to pull harder. The girls had been beaten hard their first month there, both to break their resistance, and to show them there was no escape. Sarah and Emily had been marched to the property edge, and shown the elaborate fence and moat that would prevent their escape. On each side of the moat, there was a 4 foot tall fence. Even if the girls had gotten over one fence, the moat was lined in concrete, and filled with water. Had they fallen in the moat, they would have drowned in the water, since the edges were too steep for their hoof boots to climb.
Sarah and Emily were taken out each morning before dawn and hitched to a wagon. One of the plantation workers would then drive them around the groves, collecting the coconuts, and putting them into the back. The ponygirls were driven till the sun came up, when they were taken to the barn to be fed some coconut mash and milk, before being led out to continue their work. Lunch was more coconut meat, coconut milk, and a few slices of carrot. They were allowed a short break in the heat of the afternoon, unless one of them made a mistake, in which case they were forced to walk on the hot walker till dinner time, which was more coconut mash, coconut milk, and occasionally some chicken slices or other poultry. Finally, the girls were put back to work till the sun set. Then they were taken to the barn, and placed in their stalls. Occasionally, if the girls had done something good, the overseer would tie them over a padded bench, and fuck their cunts till their moaned and came hard, much to their embarrassment.
Sarah and Emily would go to sleep each night thinking to themselves one question: Why did I have to go to Pleasure Island?
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