It's the third Friday in June and eighteen-year-old Cindy Gibson is happy! Today is the last day of classes at Our Lady of Perpetual Misery private college for girls and tomorrow is her nineteenth birthday. She was eternally grateful to her filthy rich step-father. Even after her mother's tragic yachting accident when Cindy had been barely ten, and his remarriage soon thereafter, he spoiled her, treated her like his princess. She had long ago started to think of her step-father and his second wife as her parents, even though neither was a blood relation.

A carefree summer is about to begin. She's looking forward to two months of hanging out with her friends until late August. Then she's off to Switzerland. Her parents have arranged that she continue her education at the Schadenfreude Academy, a very exclusive finishing school. This afternoon the beautiful teen said goodbye to the handful of teachers and classmates that she liked. The rest could go to hell. Only two things mar this otherwise perfect day. The first is the fact that her three best friends, who were her team-mates on their district champion varsity track team, were not at school today. The second is that her parents have insisted that she celebrate her coming of age birthday party at Uncle Arthur's horse farm. Each time she met her step-father's strange older brother, she got the creeps. The thoughts dampen her happy mood and she sits glumly on the steps of the front entrance of the school. Her parents are supposed to pick her up and they are late. The spoilt beauty pouts impatiently. She doesn't like to be kept waiting. After ten minutes, she sees her parents large white Mercedes Maybach coming up the private road.

As the chauffeur drives the car to the base of the steps, her step-father, Donald, who is seated in the back seat, quietly admires his beautiful daughter in her school uniform. Undeniably sexy, the girl manages to look both innocent and seductive in her provocative outfit. Her red plaid kilt is a little too short and her delicate pretense of a top is a little too tight. Her step-father marvels at her long slender legs and full breasts. Many is the night that he lay in bed thinking how much he would love to run his tongue along the inside of her milky thighs, from her dimpled knees to the dewy lips of her virgin pussy.

Their chauffeur, Waldo, stops the car and gets out. He walks around the back of the car and opens the rear passenger door. Cindy pointedly ignores him and joins her parents in the luxurious confines of the half million-dollar vehicle. She doesn't like the way he is always looking at her. Waldo's face remains neutral as he returns to the driver's seat but his mind is seething. He thinks that it's time that haughty bitch of a daughter was taught a lesson. As they drive away from the school, Mrs. Gibson wonders, yet again, at her daughter's remarkable resemblance to Hilary Duff. Cindy is a taller and a bit more willowy but her face is almost identical to America's current teen idol.

Cindy slouches in her seat, unconsciously revealing to her delighted step-father an expanse of silky thigh. Like a typical teenager, her mood has quickly gone from sunny to gloomy. "I don't see why we have my party at Uncle Arthur's," she sulkily grumbles to her step-mother. "I'd rather have my party at our house in Georgetown with my friends."

"Don't fret, dear," responds Cindy's step-mother cheerfully. "We've arranged for your friends to join you at Uncle Arthur's. I told him how close you are to Clothilde, Caroline and Karina and that the four of you going off to Switzerland in the fall. He said he'd be happy to invite them to your coming of age party."

Cindy's spirits rise. "So that's why none of them were at school today."

"That's right, dear. They are already at the farm, preparing for your arrival."

As the driver skillfully guides the large German car out of the D.C. area and west along Route 66 into Virginia horse country, Cindy asks her step-mother why she and her step-father decided to hold her coming of age party celebration at her uncle's horse farm. "After all," she says. "I hardly know Uncle Arthur. I hardly remember meeting him when he came to celebrate Christmas with us when I was nine."

"I realize that he's a stranger to you, dear," replies Mrs. Gibson. "But Uncle Art has always taken a keen interest in your development. Now that you are turning into a beautiful young woman who'll soon be off to Europe, he wants to make up for his neglect by hosting this party."

Cindy sits back in her seat with a sigh. All she can remember about the last time she met Uncle Arthur was how horrible his twelve-year-old son, Wilber, was to her. Her parents insisted that she play with him. It was an appalling day. When he wasn't cruelly teasing her kitten, Wilber was pulling the heads off her dolls. He took a particular interest in her Barbie Dolls. He would take off their clothes and push thumbtacks into their hard plastic breasts and bums. Young Cindy went crying to her parents and Uncle Arthur who had been enjoying cocktails on the patio behind her house. While her step-mother and step-father tried to calm her down, her uncle called his son over. The fat boy sulked into their presence. Before he could utter a word in his defence, his step-father slapped his face.

"I want you to apologize to your cousin Cindy," ordered Uncle Arthur.

With tears of humiliation coursing down his puffy cheeks, the youth glared at the young girl who was sitting on her step-father's lap. "I'm sorry you're upset," he whispered. The look of pure hatred in his eyes belied even that weak apology. Within the hour Uncle Arthur and his son left. A week later, a deliveryman delivered replacements for all the dolls Wilber had damaged. That was the last time Cindy had seen either of them.

It's early evening when the car enters the grounds of Uncle Arthur's horse farm, in a secluded valley just a mile off State Road 17. White wooden fences border large green pastures. Beautiful horses grazed contentedly in the fields. This is no ordinary farm. As they drive along the private road Mr. Gibson explains to his wife that the farm was the country estate of his brother's late wife. "Her family has owned it since before the American Revolution. It's said that Robert E. Lee visited regularly."

"Oh yes," his wife replies. "It's said that the General bought his famous war horse, Traveler, from one of her ancestors."

Like most teenagers, Cindy's interest in anything that happened before she was born is negligible. She slouches in her seat and mumbles "Who cares," under her breath.

Her step-father ignores her and continues. "I guess it's been two years since Arthur's wife was killed when her horse threw her. I think she was about to divorce Art but then she died. You could say that Arthur owes a lot to that horse."

The car hums around a curve in the road and Uncle Arthur's house comes into view. It's a large antebellum mansion right out of "Gone with the Wind". Its white columns gleam in the sunlight. The car rolls to a stop in front of the wide porch. Cindy and her parents get out of the car and walk to the front door of the mansion. Waldo drives to the side of the mansion where he will bring in their bags.

As the Gibson family climb the three steps to the large porch, Cindy's step-father remarks that he almost expected to see his brother lounging in a white suit on a rocker on the large veranda. "He'd have a mint julep on one hand and a whip in the other," he muses. " 'Would you be kind enough hold my mint julep, Suh, while I whips my niggah'," he drawls. Cindy blushes at her step-father's racist remarks. Donald Gibson presses the doorbell and the teen can faintly hear chimes inside playing the first few bars of "Bonnie Blue Flag." After a moment, a cadaverous black man in a black suit opens the door. He smiles and greets Cindy's step-father. "Mister Gibson. Your brother told me to make you welcome. He's in the stables. Come in."

The Gibsons follow the servant into the marble-lined foyer of the house. They proceed to a sitting room where refreshments have been laid out. A tray of finger sandwiches. Cindy's parents laugh when they notice a pitcher of mint juleps. There is also a smaller pitcher of iced tea for Cindy. "Make yourselves comfortable," the butler says. "And I'll phone over and tell Master Gibson that you've arrived."

After the black man leaves Cindy says, " 'Master' Gibson? Hasn't anyone told him the Civil War's over?"

"Hush now, Cindy," says her Mrs. Gibson with a smile. "You grew up in Georgetown. Things are different here in the country."

Cindy and her parents are helping themselves to the food and drink when Uncle Arthur comes into the room.

"Don and Emily!" he says as he shakes his brother's hand and kisses Cindy's step-mother on the cheek. "Welcome to Singing Nettles Farm. I'm so glad you're here." Turning his attention to his niece he says, "Oh my, Cindy. You're growing into a beautiful young woman. Why the last time I saw you, you were skinny as a rail. Now look at you. You look good enough to eat." He comes up to the teenager and wraps his arms around her and draws her to him so he can kiss her cheek. Cindy can smell horses and tobacco on his clothing and endures his embrace with a weak smile. After the kiss, he does not let her go but holds her by her shoulders at arms length. Cindy can see his resemblance to her step-father, however while her step-father is handsome and kindly looking, Arthur's eyes shine with a coldness that belie his friendly words. Cindy senses a predatory nature in her uncle as he moves his gaze over her body. She blushes and wishes he would let go of her. Instead, he continues to hold her. "So tomorrow is your nineteenth birthday," he says. "I'm so happy that your parents agreed to let me make up for lost time by permitting me to host your birthday celebration. You're friends have been here since last night. You must be anxious to be with them. They're in the stables with your cousin, Wilber."

He finally lets Cindy go and turns to her parents. "Don, Emily," he says. "Why don't we all go to the stables so Cindy can join her friends."

They readily agree. Cindy and her step-dad lead the way and Uncle Arthur and her step-mother bring up the rear. The teenager is puzzled by the conspiratorial smiles on her parents' faces as Uncle Arthur directs them out the back of the mansion and along a crushed shell pathway toward a large stable. She wonders why her friends didn't come to greet her when she arrived. Having too much fun with the horses, she guesses. As they walk, Uncle Arthur asks his niece if she likes horses. Before she can respond, her step-mother answers for her. "Cindy fell in love with horses when she was twelve. I guess most teenaged girls do. We spent a fortune on riding lessons for her and now she's quite a good rider. Her instructor says that Cindy has an excellent seat."

"I'm sure she does," says Uncle Arthur as he stares at the teenager's pert bum swelling delightfully under her tight kilt. "I, too, have noticed that many a pubescent girl is fascinated by horses," he continues. "I guess it has something to do with feeling a big and powerful animal between her legs." He laughs. "She usually loses interest in horses once she experiences a big and powerful man between her legs." Cindy blushes and wonders why her parents are laughing. She'd have expected her step-father to admonish his brother for talking like that in front of her.

They follow Uncle Arthur into a large modern stable. It is magnificent. Mahogany stalls with polished brass fittings line the walls. Cindy's nose wrinkles at the smell of horses, but she's used to it. She smiles at the familiar sounds of horses in their stalls. As they walk down the center aisle, Arthur stops occasionally to show his guests one of his horses. The animals are beautiful. Most are hunters or jumpers. They continue past several empty stalls. Their host stops them in front of a stall with a heavy reinforced door. Heavy brass bars line the top of the door, preventing anyone from leaning into the enclosure. "Here's my pride and joy," Arthur announces. At the sound of his master's voice, the animal behind the heavy door whinnies loudly and kicks the wall. "Meet Emperor," their host continues. "He's my stud horse. I bought him when I was in Ireland four years ago." Cindy and her parents peer through the bars. Inside is a huge stallion. Black as coal with a single white flash on his forehead, the horse glares at them with fiery eyes. Cindy blushes. She can't help but notice the animal's huge cock. It hangs eighteen inches between his hind legs. Arthur sees her embarrassment and explains that Emperor can smell one of the mares that happens to be in heat.

"I plan to have Emperor service her tomorrow afternoon," he whispers to Cindy. "Perhaps you'll be able to give him a hand, so to speak. I think you'll find it very educational." Arthur smiles wickedly while his niece blushes.

The Master of Singing Nettles ushers his guests further down the aisle until they come to a large double door. Cindy thinks to herself that this can't be the end of the building. It looked longer when they were walking towards it. Uncle Arthur explains that on the other side of the doors is a very special section of the stables. Cindy notices that there is a modern electrical lock mechanism in the doors. Instead of a key, these doors are opened only if one presses the correct combination on a keypad bolted to the door frame. Arthur doesn't use the keypad. Instead, he pushes a red button. He announces that his son, Wilber, is inside working the ponies. He wants him to come out and greet his relatives before they all go in.

As they wait for Wilber to come out, Cindy wonders what can be so special about these ponies that they must be locked away from the other horses. Her thoughts are interrupted by the click of the lock. Wilber steps out. Cindy's eyes widen. The last time she saw Wilber, she was nine and he was twelve. She remembers a fat, pimply boy with a perpetual scowl on his face. Unlike herself, Wilber hasn't changed a lot in six years. Standing before her is a tall young man. At six feet four inches, he is two inches taller than his step-father is. He weighs more than three hundred pounds. His cheeks and forehead is still pockmarked with cystic acne. Like his dad, Wilbur is wearing tan riding breeches, a white shirt and high black leather riding boots. In his left hand he carries a riding crop. He shakes Cindy's step-father's hand and busses her step-mother on her cheek. He then turns his attention on his cousin. The girl's heart rate accelerates when they lock eyes. Wilber shares his step-father's predatory stare. He is quite possibly the most physically repulsive man she's ever seen.

"Cousin Cindy," he says as he embraces her. "It's been much too long. Why, the last time we were together I was very mean to you. I hope you've forgiven me."

Cindy quivers under his touch. Instead of horses, she can smell only sour male body odor on him. "Oh.h..h y.y.yes," she stammers stupidly. She tries unsuccessfully to pull away from him.

Like his step-father, Wilber holds the young girl by the shoulders at arms length. "I'm so happy you've agreed to celebrate your coming of age party here at the farm," he says.

Cindy smiles weakly and Uncle says. "Cousin Cindy must be anxious to meet her friends, Wilber. Why don't you take her in to see them? We'll follow along."

The fat young man releases Cindy's shoulders and takes her by the hand. He punches a combination into the keypad and the lock disengages. He opens the door and leads Cindy into the pony stable. Uncle Arthur and her parents follow. The first thing she notices is that the stalls are much narrower than normal horse stalls. They must be raising miniature horses, she thinks. There are six stalls on each side of the aisle. All are empty. Another thing that strikes her as odd is the fact that there is no horse smell in this part of the stable. Wilber leads his cousin towards another double doorway. As they approach, Cindy can hear the crack of a whip. Her cousin opens the door and they enter a large room that contains an exercise ring where horses can be trained. For a moment, Cindy's mind can't believe her eyes. The sound of the sharp crack of a whip brings her to her senses. In the center of the ring are her three friends. They are wearing bizarre outfits. Her uncle laughs and says. "As you can see, my dear, your friends are not exactly taking care of ponies. In fact, they're becoming ponies!"

Cindy is too stunned to resist when her cousin pulls her into the ring so she can observe more closely. Her three friends, whom she has known since kindergarten, are naked – at least they're not wearing clothes. They have been positioned three abreast. The girls are trotting around in a circle. They are pulling a heavy horizontal iron bar that is four feet off the ground and twenty-five feet long. One end of the bar is attached to a large swivel that is bolted to the top of a metal pillar that is imbedded into the floor. Cindy is shocked to see Waldo, her family's chauffeur, holding the whip. When the girls slow down, he flicks the end of the whip at their tender bums. Karina, Clothilde and Sue are bathed is sweat. Blood trickles down from the corners of their mouths and down their inner thighs. Cindy can hear them panting from their efforts.

The three girls' outfits are almost identical. On their feet are bizarre boots. They are made of hard molded black plastic. They have been molded so that the teenagers are forced to stand on their toes. However, these boots have no heels. The tops of the boots stop half way up their calves. They make their feet look like a horse's hooves. Uncle Arthur says to his niece that the insides of the boots are lined with hundreds of sharp plastic studs. "Not sharp enough to break their skin, but sharp enough to cause them constant pain." Each girl has a rough brass bit in her mouth, held in place by a leather strap. Mrs. Gibson asks her brother-in-law why thin rivulets of blood are leaking from the girls' mouths. He explains that a horse's bit us usually placed in the space between its front and back teeth. "These girls had no spaces so Wilber pulled out two of their teeth," he continues with a laugh.

"Yes," says Wilber. "I'm getting quite good at dentistry. The trick is to make sure the ponygirl is tightly restrained 'cause I don't use any anesthetic."

Cindy stares closely at her friends. The bits jammed in their mouths push back the corners of their lips into the hideous parody of a smile. Their pretty paces are even more distorted. Wilber has fastened a tight black leather strap around the top of the each girl's head. It has a small silver ring sewn at the centre of her forehead. Two silver chains run from the ring down the girl's face to the ends of metal hooks that painfully pull up her nostrils.

Cindy looks at her parents. She can't understand how they can calmly accept what her uncle and cousin have done to her friends. Instead of being repelled, her step-father appears delighted. Uncle Arthur tells Waldo to stop the girls for a moment so that they can take a closer look at them. The ponygirls stop and stand still. Cindy and her parents come up to them. The girls are all about the same height – two inches shorter than Cindy's five foot six. However, with their boots forcing them on their toes, they are the same height as Cindy. Each girl has a one-inch silver ring in each of her nipples. Mr. Gibson goes up to Karina. Clothilde stands on her right side and Caroline her left. He hooks his fingers into her nipple rings. With a nasty smile he pulls, stretching the poor girl's breasts "Karina," he says. "I remember you coming over to our house in the summer time. You always wore a T-shirt and no bra. I'm sure you did it to get me excited. Well, you did you little cock-tease. I was fascinated by the way your hard little nips pressed against the thin fabric. I wondered what color they were. Now I know, pink." While he was speaking he continued to pull on the teen's breast nubbins until they were stretched a full inch from her titties. His pulling re-opens the fresh wounds made to her titty buds when the rings were pushed through them earlier that day. Blood oozes down her breasts. Mr. Gibson doesn't care.

While her step-daddy is torturing her friend's breasts, Wilber leads Cindy behind the girls so that she can inspect their backsides. Each girl's arms have been forced behind her back. She has been made to grasp her elbow with her hand so that her forearms are parallel. From fingertip to elbows, her arms are trapped in a single, tightly laced black leather sleeve. Uncle Arthur explains that ponies don't have hands and neither do ponygirls. Cindy is so shocked by the sight of her friends in this bizarre bondage that only now does she realize that the long, straight hair that had been the pride and joy of each girl has been cut from their heads. Wilber and his step-father have used each girl's hair to fashion a tail. They fastened each one's tresses to a long butt plug that they have shoved deep into the girl's asshole. In fact, the hair was attached to an "S"- shaped rod that protrudes from the end of the ass plug so that the tail appears to be growing out of the top of the crack of the girl's bum. Each girl has a narrow black leather belt tightly cinching her waist. A ring, sewn into the front of the belt is fastened to a thin metal chain. This chain passes down and between the legs of each captive. The other end of the chain is hooked to the rotating metal bar that the girls have been forced to pull round and round for hours. Cousin Wilber explains that the swivel to which the bar is attached has a variable friction brake. "It's been adjusted so that each girl is pulling the equivalent of one hundred pounds," he says.

"So that's why the chains are imbedded so deeply in their pussies," remarks Cindy's step-father. "It's nice to see, Karina, that your cuffs and collar matches." He runs his fingers through Karina's red pubic hair. He orders Karina to step back and slacken the tension on the chain. When she does, he shoves two of his fingers deep into her cunt. She grunts around her bit. "You're not a virgin!" he exclaims in mock horror.

"Well she was one when she got here," says Wilber. "I just couldn't resist plucking her cherry."

"You always were an impetuous boy," Uncle Arthur admonishes. "She's only eighteen. You should have waited until her birthday. Like we're going to do for pretty Cindy here."

Cindy gasps and tries to twist away from her cousin but he grips the back of her neck tightly. He laughs at her feeble attempts to escape and continues. "Now, now, Cindy. Calm down. Don't you know the old motto, 'When cherries turn red, they're ready for plucking. When girls turn nineteen, they're ready for fucking.' We're going to pluck your cherry tomorrow at your coming of age party and then add you to our growing herd of ponygirls."

Cindy turns to her step-mother. "Please get me out of this! I don't understand what's happening. Take me out of here! I want to go home."

Mrs. Gibson smiles calmly and says. "But you are home, dear. Your step-father and I sold you to Uncle Arthur, just as the adoptive parents of Karina, Clothilde and Caroline have done. By the way, they're to join us later tonight. Anyhow, you're to spend the summer here, learning how to be good ponygirls. In September, you and your little friends will be sent to Switzerland. In fact, you're all going to attend the Schadenfreude Academy for 'finishing', just as planned. After all, it's the only school specializing in the advanced training of ponygirls. We believe that with your track team backgrounds, you all have the makings of wonderful chariot racing teams. But your uncle and cousin will have all summer to determine if you are best suited for racing, jumping or perhaps even dressage. Next summer you and your little friends will be entered to participate in the annual ponygirl show held at Thanatos Ranch in Mexico."

Cindy desperately tries to break away from her cousin. She manages to elude his grasp but her step-father grabs her by her long hair as she rushes by him. She screams and falls backward onto the dirt floor of the ring. She lies on her back. The front of her kilt has flipped up, revealing her white thong panties. Her step-dad straddles her waist. Her step-father rips open the front of her blouse and breaks the thin silk ribbon that connects the two cups of her bra. The eighteen year-old's creamy breasts stand proudly on her chest. Mr. Gibson grabs her nipples. He rolls each one between his thumb and forefinger. The red berries engorge and swell until each one extends more than half an inch from her well-defined aureole. Uncle Arthur says that her nipples are so long that he could probably put two rings through each one. The teenager kicks in vain as her step-dad sits on her hips. He leans forward and kisses her mouth. Cindy's struggles intensify when her step-father insinuates his tongue between her lips. Enraged, the girl bites down on his tongue. He bellows and sits up. His tongue is bleeding. "You little bitch," he shouts. Mr. Gibson grabs Cindy by the chin. He pinches her nose closed with his other hand so that she is forced to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as she does, he leans forward and spits a gob of bloody spittle onto her tongue.

They force the girl on her knees. She is facing her three unfortunate friends. Through tear-filled eyes, she sees Waldo flick his whip at their rumps and flinches involuntarily. The ponygirls whinnie their pain and begin pulling the weighted bar in circles. "You will now give Uncle Arthur the best blow-job of his life, or Waldo will give you the whipping of your life!" Cindy, frightened out of her wits, sees no other choice, and quickly begins to caress her uncle's cock. She takes his foul-smelling member in her mouth, sucking, tongue flicking, by now desperate to please him.

Uncle Arthur spasms his load all too quickly into her mouth, with a little grunt of triumph. He then squats at her feet and removes her shoes and stockings. Her step-father, with the help of his brother and nephew, quickly relieves Cindy of her kilt and thong.

"I know we plan to pop Cindy's cherry tomorrow on her birthday," her step-father says. "But there's nothing to prevent us from buggering the little bitch right here and now."

They force the girl forward down into the dirt. While Uncle Arthur steps on her neck, her step-dad kicks her knees apart, revealing the tight rosebud of her virgin asshole. She can hear him unzipping his fly. He kneels between her legs. She jerks when he spits onto her asshole. He then spits on his hand and rubs the saliva over his swollen cock. Her step-mother lifts her skirt and straddles her daughter's upturned bum. Facing her husband, he takes his cock and places the tip at the opening of Cindy's anus. The teenager screams as he forces his dick into her bum. She tries to squirm away but is being held too tightly. The muscles around her asshole feel like they are tearing as they are forced open. The head of her step-father's cock is now buried in her ass.

"OW!! Stop!!" Her cries echo around the ring. Of course her step-father ignores her and relentlessly drives his cock into her ass. Soon four inches are imbedded in her gut. Her step-father is grunting with effort. "This hurts me, almost as much as it does you," he grunts as he shoves another inch of man meat up her ass.

"Well, dear," says his wife. "If you weren't in such a hurry I'm sure we could have found you some lubricant to grease your pole before you plunged it into Cindy."

By now, six inches of her step-father's dick are imbedded in her ass. Cindy can even feel his pubic hair tickling her bum. She gasps as he begins to piston his rod in and out of her asshole. "God, she's nice and tight," he grunts. Mrs. Gibson uses her hands to spread apart her ass cheeks so she can watch her husband ravish the young girl.

"Oh, oh, Donald," she says. " Your dick is streaked with blood. I think you tore something. You didn't hurt yourself did you?"

"No," grunts her husband. "I think that's Cindy's blood."

"Oh, good," replies Mrs. Gibson. "As long as you are OK, dear."

After five minutes, Cindy's step-father gasps and empties a load of hot semen into her ass. He pulls out. A mixture of blood and sperm start to ooze out of Cindy's asshole.

"You want to do her next, Art?" Cindy's step-dad asks his brother.

"I'd be delighted," he responds.

The two brothers trade places. Her step-father now stands on Cindy's neck and her uncle stands between her legs.

"Now I know that Cindy is a virgin," Arthur says. "But I don't know where that dick of yours has been, Donald. I don't care if Cindy here gets AIDS, but I don't want to get it. In anticipation of this, I brought a condom and a special lubricant." Cindy can't see him reach into his pocket and removes a cocksafe. He hands it to the girl's step-mother who's still sitting on her step-daughter's lower back.

"Emily, would you do the honors," he says as he takes his cock out of his pants.

"I'd be delighted," she responds.

Uncle Arthur's cock is limp so his sister-in-law takes it in her hand, bends forward and sucks it into her mouth. In less than a minute she has used her skilled tongue to make Arthur's cock swell to its full eight-inch length. He pulls his cock from her mouth with a pop. Cindy's step-mother sits up and smiles. She takes the condom out of its wrapper and rolls it over Arthur's cock.

"The lubricant?" she asks.

"Yes, of course," says Arthur. He reaches into his pocket and removes a small jar that he hands to Emily. She looks at the label and laughs.

"Oh my, Cindy," she says over her shoulder. "This should make you squirm."

She opens the jar. Inside is a red paste. It is thirty percent honey and seventy percent pulverized Habanero chilies. Mrs. Gibson dips three fingers into the paste and gasps. "Ow!!," she cries as she shakes her hand and rubs her fingers on her dress. "I forgot I had a paper cut on my ring finger," she gasps. "God, does it ever burn."

"Sorry, my dear," says Uncle Arthur. "I should have warned you. Just use two fingers to spread the jelly."

Emily Gibson does so and soon the condom is covered with a thick layer of honey and chili paste.

Arthur kneels between the eighteen year-old's legs. He watches the blood and sperm continue to drip from her asshole and along the lips of her virgin pussy. He warns his brother to make sure he's got his foot planted firmly on Cindy's neck. He then places the tip of his cock against the girl's asshole.

She howls in pain. This is the worst pain she's ever felt in her young life. A red-hot poker wouldn't have hurt so much. Her cries get louder as Uncle Arthur plows his hot cock into her butt. The fiery paste burns the lining of her gut. Cindy's eyes fill with tears. She can no longer see her friends as they continually circle the pillar in the middle of the ring. Her cries drown out the crack of Waldo's whip as it flicks tiny pieces of flesh from the her schoolmates' bums.

Arthur is turned on by his niece's pain and it doesn't take long for him to cum. He grunts loudly several times and then pulls his cock out of Cindy's ass. The pain in her backside has only slightly diminished. Most of the hot paste remains inside her.

Her step-father lifts his foot from her neck and her step-mother gets off of her. They flip her over on her back. Uncle Arthur has carefully removed the condom. It dangles from his fingers. It must be half-filled with his cum. He watches with great pleasure as Wilber and Cindy's step-parents force the girl's feet into the same type of hoof-boots that her friends have been forced to wear. They pull her to a standing position and she totters as she tries to keep her balance. Already the muscles of her thighs and calves are feeling strained. The tiny plastic studs that line the inside of each boot torment her flesh. Worst of all, is the pain in her toes. They have been forced to curl so that her weight is supported by the tops of her toes. Her step-father and uncle force the girl to the edge of the practice ring. She is positioned between two vertical ten-foot high wooden posts. While Cindy was being bum-fucked by her step-dad and uncle, Wilber had gone into the stables. He now returns holding a leather case. He places the case on the ground and opens it up.

"Make sure you're holding her real tight," he says to his father and uncle. Uncle Arthur pushes the upper edge of the sperm-filled condom through a nail sticking out of the left post. The two men grab Cindy's arms and shoulders. The girl cannot move. She watches her cousin with trepidation. Her asshole still burns. What horrors are next?

Cousin Wilber stands up. He is holding a pair of pliers and a long, sharp needle in his hands. Cindy struggles futilely as he approaches and grabs the tip of her left nipple with his pliers. He pulls the nipple out and places the tip of the needle on the side of the fleshy morsel. Cindy's screams hurt their ears as her cousin pushes the needle through to the other side of her nipple. Blood oozes out of the wounds when he pulls the needle out. Wilber goes to his leather case and removes a silver ring. The ring isn't closed. A half-inch gap separates the "male" end of the ring from the "female" end. He threads one end of the ring through her wounded nipple. Once it is through, he uses a different type of pliers to close the small gap, forming a perfect circle. Cindy continues to cry. Her misery is increased by the knowledge that her cousin is now going to do the same atrocious thing to her right nipple. After he does, the girl needs to be supported or she will fall down.

Her step-mother stands in front of her. "Cindy," she says as she grasps a handful of her step-daughter's sweat-soaked hair. "We want you to get used to your pony boots as quickly as possible so we're going to leave you here for a few hours. You can watch Waldo put you friends through their paces." As she speaks, she idly dips her finger into her daughter's blood and rubs it on the girl's lips. "Natural lip gloss," she jokes. She attaches four-foot long fine chains to each of her daughter's brand new nipple rings. The men position Cindy between the two posts. Wilber runs the end of the chain attached to Cindy's left breast to a bracket near the top of the ten-foot post. Arthur increases his hold on Cindy while his brother passes the end of the other nipple chain through an identical bracket on the opposite post. Nephew and uncle look at each other and smile. Cindy shrieks as the two men simultaneously pull down on the chain. Her nipples are pulled up viciously. They are stretched up and out at a forty-five degree angle. The two men lock the chains in place. They all step back to admire their work. Eighteen year-old Cindy Gibson is hanging by her nipples from posts at the edge of a practice ring. Her normally round breasts have been pulled into cone shapes. If she falters, her nipples will be horribly torn. She is forced to stand on sadistically designed pony boots. Her body is already bathed in sweat.

"Mom, Dad," she begs. "Please let me down. What have I done to deserve this? Please, please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened. Keep the other three girls. I don't care what you do to them. Just let me go."

"Noisy little cunt, ain't she," jokes Uncle Arthur. "I think we'd better gag her. But first…." Arthur retrieves the cum-filled condom from the nail on which he hooked it. He looks into it. "Oh dear," her says. "A fly had crawled in and appears to be drowning."

Arthur walks up to his niece. "Open wide," he orders.

Cindy just glares at him until her jerks the chain pulling her right nipple. She shouts out in pain and Arthur empties the contents of the condom into her mouth. The teenager gags on the cold slimy mess as it slides along her tongue. She can feel the dead fly tickling the back of her throat before sliding into her stomach. Arthur then pops the condom into her mouth. There is sufficient hot pepper paste to burn her tongue. However, before she can spit it out, Wilber hands his uncle a penis-gag that the older man shoves into his niece's mouth. Cindy can feel the rubber cock hit the back of her throat. Arthur keeps pushing until the pliable body of the gag bends into her throat. He then uses the straps at the base of the gag to hold it in place. Finally, he pinions Cindy's wrists and neck in a nasty steel yoke, to prevent her from touching herself.

Uncle Arthur tells Cindy that he and the others are going back to the house to wait for her friends' parents. They'll all be back after dinner so that they all can participate in her transformation into a ponygirl. "In the meantime," he says. "I'll leave you here to watch Waldo and your friends.

They all depart and Cindy is alone. She watches as her friends go round and round. Blood leaks down their thighs as the chains imbedded in their pussies chafe their tender flesh. Once Karina falters and falls forward. She shrieks as her cunt chain is forced deeper between her legs. Waldo goes up to the kneeling girl and pulls her to a standing position by her nipple rings.

The pain in Cindy's nipples is growing worse by the minute. Her hands are free but she can do nothing to relieve the pressure on her tits or feet. Like all places that have horses, the stables of Singing Nettles Farm has more than its fair share of flies. It doesn't take long for them to find Cindy. For a while, she uses her hands to brush away the insects as they swarm around her and try to land on her skin. However, after about twenty minutes, she is too exhausted to resist. She needs all her energy just to remain standing. Dozens of fat green flies land on her tits and ass. They crawl up her thighs. She can feel their ticklish feet as they try to crawl into the crack of her ass. The even land on her face.

After half an hour, Waldo stops the three ponygirls. The exhausted teenagers are panting. One at a time, he unhooks them from the bar and brings them to posts similar to the ones to which Cindy is attached. Using lengths of chain, he hooks the ends of their steel gags to buckles in the posts. When he is done, they are trapped in a similar position to Cindy. They cannot sit down. At least they are not hanging by their tits like she is. However, they still have their hands tied behind them. There is no way they can resist the flies that quickly swarm over their sweating bodies.

Cindy watches Waldo come toward her. The scrawny man is holding a riding crop in his hand. He stops in front of her. "Cindy," he says. "I've been waiting years to see you get what you deserve. In fact, it's the only reason I stayed around." He reaches out and runs his hand along the bottom of the girl's left breast. "You shur got purty titties," he mocks in a fake hillbilly accent. "You got a purty mouth, too," he jokes. "I only wish them lips were wrapped around my cock instead of that rubber one."

He unzips his fly and pull out his cock. "I bet if I unfasten the chains from those titty rings and let you rest on your knees, you'd happily suck my cock," he says. He's stroking his cock as he speaks. Cindy nods in agreement. Right now, she'd do anything to get out of this mess, if only for a few moments.

"Well, girlie," Waldo says. "I've got no intention of letting you down. Why tomorrow, I'll get in line to fuck you, and your little stuck up friends. He strokes his cock with one hand and uses the other to run the end of his riding crop up the inside of Cindy's thigh. He taps the crop against her pussy lips. "You know, Cindy," he says. "I'm real hurt that you didn't invite me to join your uncle and step-daddy to fuck you up your ass. It's the least you could've done to make up for all the times I had to endure your bitchy behavior." As he speaks, he slaps his crop against the inside of Cindy's left knee. She jerks her leg away, and screams when the chains stretch her nipples further. Waldo laughs and comes closer to her. He places his left foot inside Cindy's right. "What do you think would happen," he asks. "If I were to kick your hoof out from under you?"

Visions of split nipples spurting hot blood flood her mind. She shakes her head desperately. Please, please, don't do it, she begs him with her eyes. Waldo smiles and runs his hands over her body. He starts with her ass and then moves to her belly. Next, he raises his hands to her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he squeezes them. He is standing so close now that the end of his cock is poking her belly. He's breathing hard when he grabs her nipple chains and pulls both of them up. The penis gag muffles Cindy's cry, but the look of horror in her eyes is sufficient to make Waldo cum. His cock shoots a load of hot sperm onto his boss's step-daughter's belly. He lets go of the chains and steps back.

Removing her gag, he says with a grin, "You'd better thank me, girl." Cindy, totally defeated, stammers her gratitude. He watches, still grinning, as his cock grease slides down her belly and into her pubic hair.

"Well, that was fun," he says as he zips himself up. "I am so glad your step-father decided to keep you, with this fate in mind, when he drowned your mother to get at her money!" He leaves the ring. Cindy and her three best friends remain suspended. Stunned at this revelation of her mother's murder, gasping in her pain, her futile screams and sobs echo inside the soundproof ponygirl barn. She tries not to imagine what horrors she will suffer when her "family" returns to celebrate her coming of age, as a pony for her birthday.