Lorna

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of Kagan

- do not use without the author's and artist's permissions.

Chapter One - Catalog

Lorna Van de Camp looked into her post office box and felt her heart thud with sudden excitement. It was here at last! Opening the little door she removed the large plain white envelope and, with trembling fingers, ripped open the flap. Before she withdrew the catalog inside she checked the people around her. Good, no one was paying her the slightest attention. She moved over to the window for the light and so that no one could get behind her and carefully withdrew her prize.

It was a thirty-two page glossy catalog from Sir Jeff’s Pony Girl Tack shop and the front cover showed a drawing of a nearly naked young white woman pulling a rickshaw through an African market place. Riding in the cart were a handsome white man and a beautiful black woman dressed in classic Out Of Africa safari styles. The woman pulling the cart was dressed in only a very small cheetah skin loincloth that covered her pubes in front but did nothing to protect her bare bottom. Her body’s only other covering was a harness that did more to display her well-built body than to cover it. Strapped around her head was a halter that held a stainless steel bit between her teeth. The woman in the cart was holding a pair of reins and a wicked looking buggy whip. The reins were rigged through the girl’s bit and down to her ringed nipples so that every tug would both turn the girl’s head and lift her breast’s considerable weight. The girl’s feet were shod in strange looking boots that kept her up on her toes and in the dust behind her you could see that she was leaving tracks like those of a small, two legged pony. Each of her wrists was attached to the rickshaw’s draw bar so that she could not bring her hands together.

Shaking herself out of her frozen trance, Lorna glanced around the lobby, checking to see if anyone had noticed her preoccupation. Then, realizing that she needed more privacy, she slipped the catalog back into its envelope and turned to go. It was only as she turned that she saw Bobby Johnson standing on the sidewalk outside the window, grinning as if he’d just discovered the mother lode.

Oh Shit! She thought. Of all the people I didn’t want to see this! She paused at the door and glanced to see if Bobby was still out there. He seemed to be walking away toward the South so she went out into the street and turned North, even though her car was parked two blocks South. She would walk home and get this catalog put away then walk back and retrieve her car. As a precaution she slipped her hand into her purse and got a grip on her can of pepper spray.

As she walked the ten blocks to her apartment she was remembering the time she’d made the mistake of dating Bobby during high school. He’d been nice enough at first, coming to her door armed with flowers for Lorna’s mom and a bouquet for her. At the dance he’d been a perfect gentleman, dancing, talking and behaving as if he were Cary Grant and she were Audrey Hepburn. But after the dance he’d taken her for a ride out by the lake where he’d parked in a secluded spot and suddenly turned into a sex-crazed octopus who’d torn her dress in his slavering eagerness to feel her up.

She’d slapped his face and tried to get out of the car, only to discover he’d rigged the door handle on her side so it would not work from the inside. She’d screamed and fought him off, losing more of her dress with every passing moment until she was saved by the timely appearance of old Ollie, the town cop making his patrol.

There had been quite a lot of talk about it at school the following weeks. Bobby had been sent to the boy’s training school and she had been forced to switch to a private school for girls because suddenly all the boys wanted a date with her.

It was at Miss Fredrick’s School for Young Ladies that Lorna learned about kinky sex.

As she was climbing the stairs to her third floor apartment she smelled cigar smoke in the stairwell. Thinking it was coming from Mr. Goddard’s second floor apartment she walked up the final flight of stairs, digging for her keys.

As her door opened there was a movement behind her and suddenly a bag came down over her head and cinched closed as the drawstring was pulled tight around her windpipe, cutting off her air supply and any protests she might have wanted to make. Roughly propelled into her apartment, she heard the door slam behind her and Bobby’s voice saying, “Now my pretty, we shall finish what we started out at the lake!” Then, her brain deprived of oxygen, Lorna passed out.

Chapter Two - Stable

When Lorna came to she was in the trunk of a car. From the sound of the tires on the pavement they were out in the country somewhere, speeding away from any hope of rescue. She tried to shift position but discovered herself hogtied with tightly cinched ropes at her elbows, wrists, ankles and knees. She tried to scream but quit when she heard the pitiful results. Bobby had packed her mouth with foam rubber and sealed her lips with some kind of tape. She could not see even the smallest light and knew herself still a prisoner of the hoodwink. She realized she was stark naked and there was a bruise around her throat where the hoodwink’s drawstring had cut in.

It was several hours, as near as she could tell, before they turned off the road and started bouncing down a rough dirt track. Lorna thought about Bobby and what that catalog would tell him about her sexual fantasies. She wondered if he would kill her when he was done with her.

Finally the car stopped, a door opened and closed and footsteps came back to the rear. When the trunk lid opened she felt the coolness of fresh air on her naked body. “Ah, here you are, Lorna my dear, welcome to your most secret fantasy.” He said, reaching in to cup one of her big breasts, his thumb and forefinger taking and rolling her nipple between them.

Lorna hummed into her mouth packing and tried to pull away from his touch but stopped when he pinched the nipple so hard she saw stars inside her hoodwink.

She shuddered as his questing hand trailed down her tummy and slipped between her thighs to feel her swelling sex. “Ah, very nice of you to juice up like this for me.” He said, caressing her softly between the legs. “I always knew you’d be a hot piece of ass if I ever got past your defenses.”

Then, grunting as he hoisted her up out of the trunk, he carried her into what smelled like a disused stable. Placing her face down upon a table, he walked away for a few minutes and she heard him moving around, preparing something. Knowing that to move would be risking a fall, Lorna stayed still, even though escape was the only thing on her mind, that and her growing need to pee. After a few minutes he returned, she was picked up and carried in his strong arms, this time down a musty set of stairs and into the underground quiet of a cellar.

“This will be your home for a while, Lorna my pony. At least until I get you properly trained.” He said loosening the hoodwink and removing it from her head.

The room was dimly lit but it still took several seconds for Lorna’s eyes to adjust so that she could see. She was lying on a vinyl covered waterproof mattress in the center of a box stall. The concrete walls were decorated with tack that looked like it had come right out of her catalog. The gate was made of heavy iron bars that looked as if they’d been made for a prison cell. It was locked with a combination padlock. She felt her heart trying to hammer its way out of her ribcage. She knew how it felt.

Bobby knelt beside her, his hand gripping her breast as he whispered, “You will be restrained continuously. You will obey my every order or you will suffer the painful consequences. You will not try to speak, to me or to any one else, should we have visitors. I have no need for a talking pony and will take whatever measures necessary to keep from having one. You will serve me as a pony would serve her master, except when you are serving me as a brood mare would serve her stallion. Nod your head if you understand.”

Lorna nodded, figuring that the time for rebellion was not yet.

“Good, now when I untie your legs I want you to stand up in the center of the stall.” He said, strapping a dog collar around her throat and closing it with a small padlock. At first having the ropes on her knees and ankles loosened and removed did her no good at all because they were numb from being bound for too long. But after several long and quite painful minutes she was able to, with his help, struggle to her feet. He was waiting with a length of chain, which he attached to her collar under her right ear. Then, seconds later, he attached a second chain under her left ear and she found herself tethered in the center of the stall, unable to move in any direction. Her arms were then untied, wringing a muffled scream from her as blood flow returned to her forearms and hands. Long before she had the use of her hands back, he closed shackles around her wrists and clipped them up to the tether chains so that she was standing with arms outspread, her naked body on display.

His last move was to tie her feet out to two rings set into the stable floor on each side of the narrow mattress, spread eagling her in the middle of the stall.

“When I saw you had ordered the Sir Jeff’s Catalog I knew you were finally going to be mine.” He said, pulling away the mattress and beginning to undress before her.

Looking down, Lorna saw that directly beneath her was a grated drain. Looking up again she caught her breath to see how well he was hung, how stiff he was already, how his pre-cum was already shining on his huge glans penis. Between her spread legs she could feel her pussy growing both hot and wet as it throbbed into a wide-on worthy of such a fine, upstanding tool.

“I know you must need to pee, my dear.” he said, stroking himself as he walked around behind her. “And if I were you I’d move my bowels as well. A pony never knows when she’ll get another chance.”

He was right about needing to pee but she didn’t think shitting was something she could do, fixed this way. She spread her knees as far as she could and let her golden stream splatter on the grating beneath her.

He watched until she’d finished then stepped up close behind her, a tapered butt plug/enema nozzle in his hand. “Need a little help my dear?” He whispered into her blushing ear as he greased up her bum and pushed the probe into her so that the thing popped inside, her sphincter gripping around the narrow neck behind the bulge. Hanging high on the wall behind her there was a large bulging rubber bag with a hose that led down to the exposed end of the probe. Opening a clamp he let the warm soapy water flow down into her colon. Soon the bag was no longer bulging. Instead it was Lorna’s tummy that had that full to bursting look about it. “Hold on to that for a few minutes and we’ll get you clean as a whistle.” He said, reaching around in front to tickle her pussy lips.

Ten minutes later he had her panting in a mixture of pain and helpless passion. Between the huge enema she was holding inside her and the way his fingers were stimulating her crimson sex and blood engorged nipples she was very nearly at the point of orgasm. Then, without the slightest warning he pulled the plug from her ass and stepped back to avoid the resultant splash. Before she was even half empty he began slashing at her bottom with a whippy bamboo cane, setting off the most powerful orgasm she had ever known.

When next she was aware of anything she was being hosed down in warm, soapy water. First he washed her hair, then using a sponge he cleaned her entire body, gave her a long and pleasant douche using a penis shaped nozzle, rinsed her down and dried her off with a big fluffy white towel. Peeling the tape from her lower face, he warned her again against speaking, pulled the wadding out of her mouth and used a water-pick to clean her teeth.

When she was spic and span, from head to toe, inside and out, he went to the tack wall and selected a bridle. She very much wanted to protest but fear kept her silent and compliant as he strapped the thing around her head and inside her mouth. She quickly discovered that when the exposed parts of the bit were moved it levered her tongue down into her lower jaw. Now there was no way she could talk, at least not understandably.

The chastity belt was a pretty little gold plated stainless steel thing that rode on her hips as if it had been designed just for her. It was held on with a padlock that secured the three arms together in the small of her back. When he locked it she knew herself rendered safe from rape, at least vaginal or anal rape, while it remained in place.

Working with one hand at a time, he first slid a golden band up her right arm to where it cuddled her bicep then clamped a pair of heavy gold plated stainless steel bracelets on her wrists that were equipped with restraining rings on both sides. Attaching these back up to the tether chains, he went back to the wall and returned with what looked like deformed olive tongs or something. Hanging from each end was a length of thin golden cable. Slipping one end of these cables over the hooks on her bit he left them to dangle against her chest while he loosened each leg in turn and slid a pair of spiky, crown of thorns hoops up her legs all the way to the top. Releasing her left wrist from the tether chain, he fixed her arm down to the spiky hoop so that to move her hand was to feel the sharp spikes bite into the soft flesh of her thigh. Taking the olive tongs dangling under her right ear down over the front of her left breast he opened them, gripped her nipple and let them spring closed. Drawing the lower cable down to the other restraining ring on her wrist restraint he clipped it there, adjusting the length so that her hand couldn’t move an inch without causing herself pain in either her nipple or her thigh. Soon her right wrist was trapped the same way, forcing her to stand with her hands at her sides, her swollen, sensitive nipples gripped in the tongs.

“Walk around for me, I want to see how that works.” He said, opening her collar and stepping back to rest his hip on an equipment table.

Lorna obeyed, finding that to move either her head or her hands was to feel immediate and very personal pain.

“Great, now lift your knees as you walk. I want to see them come up level with your hips.”

Again Lorna complied, walking in circles in the stall for her Master as he watched, his big organ standing in tribute to her grace and beauty. “Good, now stand with your back to me, spread your legs, lock your knees and bend down from the hips so I can see how that chastity belt fits you.”

Lorna, having no choice, complied, blushing as he came up behind her and inspected his handiwork. “You look wonderful my darling, good enough to eat.” He said, patting her welt covered rump.

Lorna, by this time beginning to wonder when she was going to get a ride on his big purple cock, wiggled her bottom and made a impatient sound in her throat that she hoped he would understand.

He chuckled and patted her split rump again, his fingers tracing her cane welts as he said, “The longer you wait for your reward the sweeter it will be.”

Then rousing himself, he pulled on his clothes, took her arm in his big hand and led her to the gate. Shielding the lock from her view he opened it and slid back the bars. “You may enjoy the freedom of the paddock until sunset. Do not try to run away. You will not succeed and you will be punished.” As she walked out toward the light he followed, carrying a riding crop and saying, “Try to walk as I taught you, Lorna dear. A high stepping pony girl is a blessing to her Master.” Afraid of the crop, Lorna obeyed, bringing her knees up level with her hips with every step. Strangely, she felt a stirring of pride as he grunted his approval.

Lorna walked out into the sunlight. There was a large corral fenced by white painted, closely spaced boards attached to posts. Given the use of her hands, climbing over it would be easy. Then it would be just a few meters to the surrounding woods. But she knew that in the rig she was wearing it would be next to impossible. She high stepped out into the enclosure, feeling very much like a corralled horse.

About an hour later she heard a car coming through the surrounding woods and tried to get back inside, only to discover the stable door impossible for her to open. Thus when the large SUV pulled into the compound she was out in plain sight.

Two women got out of the big vehicle, a tall blond dressed in jodhpurs and a silk blouse that did little to conceal her braless breasts and a short dark haired woman dressed in black leather and carrying a riding crop.

Bobby came out of the house grinning from ear to ear. “Molly, Jenny, welcome to my stables!” He shouted as he walked to meet them, his hand stretched out in greeting.

The shorter one shook his hand as an equal while the blond went to her knees in the dirt before him and kissed his hand. Then the three of them came over to the corral to look at Lorna.

Lorna, having no choice, posed in her restraints, feeling like she was being judged. Molly? Lorna thought in sudden understanding. Jenny? Were they really the owners of the Moll Flanders porno empire?

“Oh Bobby, I like her! Said the blond Jenny, climbing to the top rail to get a better look. “Where did you get that snazzy chastity belt?”

“Sir Jeff is letting me test it before he puts it in his catalog.” Said Bobby. “How do you like the arm restraints?”

“Did you design them?” Asked Molly swinging her leg over the top of the fence on her way inside. “They look very effective.”

“Yes, though they get in the way of some activities they do teach a pony proper deportment.”

“I bet they do.” Said Jenny, one hand going to feel her own suddenly erect nipple. “When can I try it?”

Molly snorted and said to Bobby, “Do you see what I have to put up with? She gets worse by the day.”

“You should do what I do, forbid her to speak.” Chuckled Bobby, watching as Jenny tugged at one of Lorna’s nipple clamps to see how tightly it was holding on.

“I can’t, she’s my business partner.” Said Molly, placing an arm around the tall woman’s waist and drawing her close. “But I make her pay for her sins, don’t I Jenny?”

Jenny went to her knees at Molly’s feet and pouting said, “Sometimes she punishes me by making me wait.”

“That’s why I never mix business with pleasure.” Chuckled Bobby, thinking about how these two women were making more money in the sex trade than the gross national product of most of the countries of the world.

“Well I’d sure like take her for a spin” said Molly, nodding toward Lorna.

“She isn’t properly trained yet.” Said Bobby, his fingers trailing up the slope of Lorna’s breast. “I’ve been saving her first stump breaking session for tonight.”

“Oh goody, can we help?” said Jenny, caressing her Mistress’s leather covered inner thigh. “Or at least watch?”

Chapter Three - Stumped

They left Lorna in the corral while Bobby gave his guests the grand tour of his stables. Lorna heard him telling them that he’d inherited the place from his grandfather who used to train thoroughbreds here for some of the top breeders in America. Tucked back deep in the Michigan woods, well away from any roads that might bring in prying eyes, the stables had done the final tune ups on several derby winners and even a couple of triple crown champions.

Meanwhile Lorna was thinking what all this meant. She’d thought she was going to be raped and perhaps killed when Bobby was done with her. But the presence of Moll Flanders complicated things. She knew that Moll Flanders porn stars were world famous celebrities, and wealthy beyond Lorna’s wildest dreams.

Hope and trepidation blossomed within her breast. Hope that she would live, and trepidation at the thought of what might be done to her in the making of a Moll Flanders porno web cast.

She had seen several of these and had always found them exciting to the point of orgasm. But to star in one, to appear on the computer screens of millions of perverts, to share her sexuality with the world . . . Well to tell the truth it was her ultimate fantasy, but how had Bobby known? Just because she’d ordered that catalog? How did he know she wasn’t just researching a paper on modern sex practices or something?

Of course if that had been the case she would have waited until she’d gotten somewhere private to take a look, instead of opening it right there in the post office.

By this time her tummy was rumbling pretty good, it having been a good twelve hours since she’d eaten. Over on the stable wall she’d discovered a drinking fountain that allowed her to slake her thirst (at the cost of some rather painful nipple pinches from the restraint rig) but this did nothing to assuage her hunger. The sun was setting and she knew that it must be nearly nine o’clock.

Just then the three came back from inspecting the track where the horses used to run.

Opening the corral gate, Bobby called to Lorna, “Come here pony, time for your feeding.”

Lorna high stepped over to them, wondering if she was going to have to try and eat with the bit still in her mouth. Her answer came when he released her wrists from the cables then used her chastity belt padlock to secure her hands together behind her back. Then, removing both the nipple clamps and the bridle, he carefully slid the crown of thorn leg restraints down and off, leaving only the chastity belt in place.

As he was preparing to noose her windpipe in a choke leash she considered running for the woods but remembering that Bobby was a running back in high school, she dismissed that idea out of hand. And then the opportunity was gone and to run was simply out of the question.

She was lead around the house and onto a pleasant patio where there was a pretty young Filipina grilling salmon steaks on a Webber next to a round glass topped table set for three. The cook looked at Lorna with interest but not surprise, then went back to her work. Lorna was walked to the table and told to kneel next to one of the chairs. Her leash was passed through a strong looking ring set into the floor tiles and tied, then her ankles were spread and tied to two more rings.

Molly sat down on Lorna’s right, Jenny took the chair across the table and Bobby sat on her left, his hand cupping her sore breast in a possessive way, much the way you would pet a favorite dog.

Bobby picked up a pitcher and poured three martinis, saying, “I have plans to build a half dozen luxury cottages in the woods hereabout. I figure I could charge six hundred a night plus stabling fees for the ponies. The property will be fenced against intruders and pretty much escape proof. There is a good sized sand bottom lake about a quarter mile down that way and bridle trails that cover the entire ten thousand acres.

Molly sipped her drink, smiled in appreciation and said, “How much would it cost to make this place ready for guests?”

Bobby, not really paying much attention to his captive was unconsciously rolling her sore nipple between his thumb and forefinger bringing tears to her eyes. “If you could give me a check for two million I could have the place up and running in six months, just in time for hunting season.”

jenny tasted her drink and said, “How about the local authorities, any problems there?”

“The county sheriff is an old friend, he’s already agreed to keep things under control for a piece of the action.” Bobby said, pinching the nipple hard enough to bring a gasp of pain and a fresh welling of tears from Lorna.

“How big a piece did you promise him?” Molly asked dabbing at Lorna’s cheek with a napkin to dry her tears.

“Five percent of the gross and visitation.” Bobby said, letting go of the nipple and reaching for a bowl on the table.

Lorna’s tummy was grumbling at the smell of the salmon cooking on the grill, but when she saw the spoonful of cold oatmeal coming her way she didn’t feel quite so hungry. Having no choice, however, she took the food and began chewing. At least it’s sweetened with maple syrup she thought, swallowing the first mouthful of goop as he was coming with the second.

“What will be our return on investment? asked Jenny, her eyes hungry as she watched Lorna.

With eighty percent occupancy, I figure your 44% would come to nearly a half million a year plus the revenue you’d generate from the videos.” And, if we were to open the house as a B&B, that figure could double. I have stable space for thirty-eight ponies so crowding will not be a problem.”

Lorna, kneeling beside the table, listened to their plans. She was finding it hard to believe that they were talking about setting up yet another Moll Flanders pony stable, despite the fact that she was right here, dressed in nothing but a chastity belt and wrist restraints.

Twice during the meal she was offered morsels from the plates of her captors, both times she eagerly took them, the second time licking Molly’s hand in thank you.

Molly waited for Lorna to swallow then put two fingers into her mouth, letting the girl suck on them as she said, “Where did you find this darling girl?”

“At the post office this morning.” Bobby chuckled, “She was just opening her Sir Jeff’s catalog as I was passing the window.”

“And how did you know she’s not a top?” asked Jenny around a mouthful of salmon.

“I didn’t ask. I kidnapped her twenty minutes later and never gave her a chance to state her sexual preference.”

“Do you at least know who she is?” Asked Molly, continuing to fuck Lorna’s mouth with her fingers.

“Yes, her name is Lorna Van de Camp, she’s the girl who sent me to two years in reform school.”

“And why did she do that?” asked jenny grinning.

“Well, on our prom night I tried to date rape her, if you must know.”

“Always the horny devil, weren’t you, even when you were still a virgin?” said Molly, reaching down Lorna’s front to slide her still wet fingers in under the chastity belt to massage her clitoris.

“Always.” he said, tossing his napkin on the table and getting to his feet in the moonlight. “And right now I’m as horny as I ever get.”

“Oh goody,” said Jenny, getting to her feet. “can we watch?”

“You can even help, if you want. While I was learning buggery at the training school, Lorna was attending that snooty school for dykes up in Travers City.”

“She went to Miss Fredrick’s?” cried Jenny, laughing delightedly. “I guess that means we won’t have to teach her to lick pussy, will we?”

Lorna thought about the school for girls as she was being released from the three tethering rings set in the patio tiles. It was true, before her first sunrise at that place she’d tasted three pussies and had experienced six orgasms.

Following her leash she high stepped her way back down to the stables. Once there she was taken into a box stall on the ground floor where her wrist restraints were released from the back of her chastity belt and attached up to two widely spread hanging chains. With the sound of a winch she felt her weight being lifted into the air. As soon as her toes could no longer touch the floor Jenny removed the chastity belt and cooed in approval at the sight of Lorna’s shaved pubes.

Bobby, in the mean time, had stripped out of his clothes, revealing his huge, already erect organ. Molly, appreciating talent when she saw it, went to her knees before him and licked her lips.

He chuckled and let her go to work, his eyes fixed on Lorna burning with pent up lust.

As Molly was sucking Bobby’s big cock down into her throat Jenny was tying Lorna’s ankles out to the sides of the stall.

Bobby, his eyes closed in the pleasure he was getting from Molly’s skillful mouth said, “Better be careful Jenny, Lorna hasn’t peed in quite a while.”

“Well I can fix that.” said Jenny, stepping back and picking up a riding crop.

Lorna, knowing what was coming, let go her stream immediately, hoping to avoid the pain of another whipping.

Jenny laughed delightedly and said, “You can always tell a Miss Fredrick’s trained girl.” Then slashed the crop across Lorna’s already bruised bottom, forcing a scream from the hanging woman’s throat.

Bobby let Molly and Jenny have their way with Lorna until the girl thought she could not have another orgasm. Then he moved in, his big organ stiff as an iron bar, big as a fist and hot with his need.

Spread-eagled in the air, Lorna looked down at his big cock and found herself wondering why she’d ever said no to this god-like man.

He stood up under her, his big hands gripping her welt covered ass as he guided himself into her crimson slit, his fist sized glans penis stretching her open as no dildo had ever done. She screamed and thrashed against her four way restraints, glad that they were there to hold her, needing to feel his hot cock within her aching vulva. Needing his seed.

He began to fuck her slowly, making her feel his passion as he slid his huge organ in and out of her convulsing pussy.

In the mean time, Molly had taken Jenny into the tack room and now brought her back, all decked out in pony girl regalia, complete with arm harness, bridle and a horse tail butt plug. Bending her slave over and sticking her head into a hole in the stall wall, Molly closed a pair of stanchion bars on her neck and latched them so that Jenny could not escape. Then picking up the crop Jenny had used on Lorna she began making Jenny’s rump look very much like Lorna’s.

Lorna, by this time, was screaming in her passion, her entire being filled with her pussy’s hunger for the seed of his thrusting organ. Bobby was giving her the ride of her wet dreams, his hands exploring her body, wet with her passion sweat, squeezing her breasts, suckling her out-thrust, diamond hard nipples, spreading her welt covered ass cheeks, invading her tight anal sphincter and making her feel as if she might rip up the middle.

Having nothing else she could do she clamped her vaginal muscles down on him and felt herself skyrocketing into the orgasm she had always knew was in her.

She knew herself stump broken. She was his pony now and for as long as he wanted her. She was now and forever Lorna, the happy, horny pony girl.