The time of picture taking
was over and the wedding party was due to go elsewhere according to
a schedule that the girls would never know. The grooms lined them
up with Kathy in front of course followed by her maids of honor Lisa,
Mary Lou, Christine and Laura. Several pert rear ends had to be
swatted until the girls quieted and stood attentive and ready with Kathy
hitched in the lead to a rail.
The two grooms had pails that they allowed the girls to piss and defecate into. Then the girls were cleaned and perfumed as usual. Re-tailing consisted of one groom stuffing the tail back in while the other groom held the girl's belly and crotch and braced her thigh between his own legs.
Each girl's bridle was tied
to the head pony tail of the filly in front except for Kathy who led
the party line and followed her bridle lead which was held by an overweight
elderly groom. He pulled and Kathy followed as did the others.
They marched attentive and
watchful to their new surroundings; busily glancing side to side.
It was twilight and they were climbing on a paved path past wooden rail
fences and sparse shrubbery. A large dark building loomed against
a violet twilight sky. A zillion stars twinkled and beamed.
Somewhere out there astronauts explored the Jovian moons and Mars.
Off to the right was a more illuminated house.
They approached the huge door
of the building that appeared to be more of a barn. Light glowed
from within. Faint nickering noises could be heard. The
groom escorted them to the right into a large empty room with 8 circles
painted on the floor. Each circle had a central pole going from
the floor to the roof. Various side arms protruded from the pole
with numerous hanging objects and wires. Overhead at each pole
a green light blinked.
"Welcome, Morgan wedding
party! It is time for the last game before being bedded.
These are walkers which are the greatest exercise machines ever invented."
The girls had heard of such.
You could tell by Christine's look of anticipation and resignation
as well as Kathy who stalled briefly and had to be yanked forward.
"Don't be shy now."
A groom grabbed Lisa's bridle line and unhooked her from Kathy.
Lisa jerked but steadied as the groom yanked firmly on her lead.
The bride had her contract
and Mary Lou still was under the nominal control of her father.
Lisa's parents were deceased and her brother often dictated her situation.
Lisa undoubtedly wondered what contractual obligations did she have
and whether she would be able to sue anybody after her ordeal was over.
As a result she may have good reason to be argumentative. If
not, why was she here?
Kathy's groom hauled her
to just under a hanging sidearm in a center circle. He reached
up and tied her bridle to the arm. It was conveniently just in
front of her and a little up. She gazed mournfully at it and stamped
her high heels worriedly. Her bridal contract had been quite detailed
and had included "to obey" as was normal.
Meanwhile blinders were placed
around her head. They hung several inches to either side and shaded
over her eyebrows. Kathy could only see down and forward.
No more could she be distracted to the side or even upwards. She
took a deep breath and snorted. The groom patted her derriere
and squeezed it gently to relax her.
Her gown was sliced open in
front and in back to liberate her legs. Instructed to step up
and down in place she did as she was told showing off her stocking feet
and garters with every motion.
A tube was inserted into her
mouth and snagged onto the back of her bit gag. She was familiar
with this as a way to feed or water her. Someone else would control
the flow that she would never taste.
A sensor went down between
her cleavage and another snaked under her panties near her pussy.
Her husband had removed the belt that she had worn since ten when they
were in the limo. A headset was popped into her ears. A
voice spoke up suddenly startling her. She gulped and listened
as her groom stroked her breasts.
"Can you hear me now?"
A flat metallic tone questioned.
She ahhed.
"Good. We may proceed
then. I am Adderplum III; your controller.
Your husband has paid the Abercrombie Ranch LLC to teach you proper
manners and passion. As your contract implied and stated you have
no options in this matter. Do you understand?"
For a second Kathy hesitated. What could she say? She was gagged and tied; hot and bothered. Contracts protected you but controlled your actions too.
She took too long. The
controller dragged her forward a few inches by her bit. Do
you understand?"
Immediately she nodded her
assent.
"You will do as I command.
I will be monitoring your heart beat and sexual arousal throughout the
coming exercise for optimal results. Lift your right
knee."
Kathy did as she was told afraid
not to as she was told.
"You must lift your knee
as high as you can each and every time. One at a time. Lift
the left knee and then the right knee after the left foot is firmly
on the ground." Once more she did. The groom
left her to get Lisa attached to her walker. "Up, down. Up
down, up down"¦"
Lisa was more of a struggle.
She kept shaking her head and yelping. He slapped her face a few
times until she was sufficiently reddened to lighten up. In another
minute or two she was listening to her controller and shaking her head.
It slapped her butt with a remote metal paddle. The noise was
loud and clear in the room which the girls still waiting to be put on
the walker appreciated as Lisa gradually learned some bitter lessons
in self control.
Christine adjusted to the walker
with obvious experience and immediately started prancing in place.
Even as Kathy and Lisa were still being taught Christine moved on to
the next instructional stages where the controller made her stand straight
with breasts high and belly sucked in.
Mary Lou was frightened as
she was being hitched up. The old groom gently touched her face
and made several cooing sounds. Then he hugged her pressing her
face to his chest. Shortly afterwards, she was attached to the
overhead arm and anxiously glancing back and forth inside her blinder
cage. She was startled when the controller spoke and required
a single ass paddling before she responded by nodding her assent.
Sweet Laura tried to kick the
older man in the groin. He was too smart to get in front of her
of course and she missed. He pinched her bottom for a long minute
near her crotch as she squealed and lurched about. Then he spat
in her eyes.
"Stand still slut or you
will get far worse." He proceeded to hitch her up. Once
she was locked in place, he slapped her face a dozen times leaving her
cheeks bright red and her face smattered with tears. "Now that
we have an understanding, remember my face." He stared eyeball
to eyeball with rowdy Laura for a split second. "We will meet
again and you will be quite accommodating with your mouth and throat.
I like fillies with spirit who are forced to cooperate." He
knew he could do this though Laura did not quite yet. Her tag
read "Laura Stepanovic, Wild Mare, 2077-6-327". The "wild
mare" meant she was available once broken. It also included
"BJ only" as a statement.
In a few more seconds she was
intently listening to her controller and trembling and shaking.
"I have been instructed to teach you a lesson before we begin your
walk and instructions. Fifty strokes of the paddle on your rump.
Do not try to escape. The paddle follows your motions and
will stay with you. Do you understand?" Laura
continued to sob and did not reply.
"That is not understood
as a yes or a no. I repeat do you understand?" Laura
was too angry and upset to respond. The controller reached towards
her face with a grasping claw. Laura was quite surprised when
her nose was pinched because the blinders had blocked the view of the
approach of the device. "I repeat do you understand?"
This time she nodded. "Good." The controller
released her nose and gave her rump a firm hard slap. Laura jumped
and cried out. "One..." Another blow. "Two"¦"
By now the whole wedding party
was on a walker by themselves. Kathy was surrounded with her four
cute friends around her in an X pattern with her in the middle.
Christine was already slowly trotting in her circle. Kathy was
nodding and listening. The rest were still practicing proper trot
form.
The grooms watched carefully
making sure the new fillies did not get tangled or resist too much until
all but Laura had started their circular walks. It was quite intriguing
to observe them as the girls raised their legs exposing their upper
thighs and stockings. The pace was initially slow but in no time
they would be panting and racing around while improving their muscle
tone and stamina.
The grooms nodded to one another.
"See you in around 10:30, Al." Spoke the older groom.
"Yes sir, Mr. Jablonski."
They left to do other chores leaving Laura learning how to high step
and the other girls too busy to protest as their legs and bosom flashed
and jumped.
At 10:30 the girls continued
to circle though slower than they had been doing. Each in turn
stared at the overhead arm just in front of them and listened with intense
concentration to their controller voice: "Step up, step down,
step up, step down, slower"¦"
Laura was the first to stop
as a groom shut off the computer control. Her boobs had popped
out of the top of her dress and heaved up and down as she breathed;
huge and pink with her exertions.
Once her walker stopped, Laura
stopped. She stood still panting and gasping as the wires were
yanked off her skin. Jablonski inspected her carefully.
"The computer indicates that you are in fine shape for a twenty year
old filly. You started the walk at sexual arousal level 1 and
are now at 8. Could be better but you show good potential.
Do you not agree?" Laura meekly nodded, too pooped to ah or
to fight back.
The groom yanked off her sensors
and earpieces while personally checking her pulse and pussy temperature.
He nodded and stepped back to a nearby computer panel where he added
a few comments to her record. Then he returned to disconnect Laura
from the walker and lead her to a hitching post where he covered her
with a thin blanket from shoulder to ankle. She shuddered starting
to collapse when she was goosed and ordered to stand. She did.
Meanwhile Mary Lou had been
moved off the walker by the other groom who was rubbing her down vigorously
with a warm towel. Too exhausted to smile she stared straight
ahead and rocked her hips. The groom checked her tag and lifted
her dress up to expose her soaked panties and the tops of her stockings.
He snagged her dress in her hands and closed her fingers around the
tatters. From a nearby bin he produced a fresh chastity belt which
he locked around her pussy after removing the older one under her pink
panties. She did not resist; she did not particularly notice.
Christine was easy to handle.
She shivered but obediently continued to walk until the groom seized
her belly and told her to stand and not move until told too. She
did as she was instructed to do. She was tired but knew the ropes.
She was massaged by the older groom and quickly was added to the end
of the line behind Mary Lou.
Lisa sagged dangerously and
both grooms had to help her out to the side and rubbed her down with
towels. Then she was half dragged behind Christine and allowed
to lean against the wall after being added to Christine's head pony
tail. She closed her eyes and dropped into a half sleep.
The final prize was the bride
of course. She was bushed but kept up with her recently learned
trotting skill when she was led to the side to be toweled. Both
grooms admired her pert breasts and pinched the alert nipples as she
ahhed. They perfumed her and brushed her hair before making her
get in front of her friends.
The grooms groped the numerous
ample tits and smacked asses until the fillies came to full undivided
attention. The younger groom led them all away.
Jablonski inspected them all
carefully. "The computer indicates that you are in fine shape.
Mary Lou started the walk at sexual arousal level 1 and is now at 5.
Your friend Kathy was up to a 7 and Christine was a 9. Could be
better but you show good potential. Do you not agree?"
All nodded, too pooped to ah or to fight back.
The assistant groom rummaged
under their dresses making sure belts and locks were tight and in place.
He snapped the last lock closed with a deft and practiced motion
Meanwhile Mr. Jablonski personally
attended to Laura, massaging her breasts and patting her rump.
Turning her she faced him. He removed her blinders with a deft
motion that spoke of his eagerness. He dropped her blanket and
told her to kneel. She gratefully sat down for the first time
in two days. Unsnapping her bit gag was done in a second and she
licked her lips as he faced his firm erection. She knew what to
do though she would have never done it two days ago. The walker
had broken her spirit, at least for the night and the moment.
Mr. Jablonski had been right in what he had said to her and she told
him so with her mouth.
The other fillies were destined
for bed and sleep. Kathy would get sleep too but maybe not as
fast since it was now officially her honeymoon first night. She
was hitched in front of a paddock with her name: Kathy Morgan,
Do Not Disturb until 9 AM. She had passed another similar paddock.
As she waited she turned her head and was just able to see the name
plate: Ashlee Fairchild, Do Not Disturb until 9 AM.
Her friends left without her
quietly trailing their groom. They were dropped into the paddock
opposite and in front of her own and arranged in a pattern of two rows
and two columns minus their blinders once they were standing where they
belonged. Shortly afterwards, Jablonski hauled Laura in with her
bit gag back in place for the duration who took her place at the end
of her row.
Each filly was then placed
with a hood over her head with her pony tail sticking out to be suspended
overhead. It was hot under such a hood in a little while even
with the kindest permeable material. Being a bit claustrophobic
Mary Lou twitched and kicked her little feet for a few minutes.
A groom stroked her breasts until she finally calmed down.
Tethers to either side linked
elbows to elbows or to stall walls. Sensors were stuck between
their freely hanging breasts and into matching wet pink panties to monitor
them for any medical problems during the night as well as to check their
arousal upon waking. Ear sets had been installed too. Erect
and on the edge of sleep the fillies swished their tails contentedly
at last knowing they would not be bothered for a while.
The paddock clicked shut and
locked behind them. Laura raised her right back foot as if she
wanted to kick at the door then recognized the futility of it all.
Instead she snorted; barely perceptible outside her hood.
With much evident relief Kathy's
blinders were unsnapped and she happily looked around her stall.
In front of her and in the middle was a large bale of hay to which she
was directed by a steady hand. It stood about waist high.
A ring gag replaced the bit
gag and was every bit as good at blocking her normal speech while significantly
improving her sexual availability. With her tongue available her
"ahh" progressed towards a "la". She stood calmly as the
groom locked and spread her ankles a good two feet. It made it
awkward to stand on high heels but made her rump more sexually available
in back. He patted her backside in thanks and satisfaction at
her cooperation so far. Not every bride was so nice about being
bedded.
He ripped her gown wider apart
letting her ass and long stocking legs stand exposed and easily sexually
obtainable. The cool air felt good on her hot skin. Her
long tail, long hidden within her bridal gown, dangled down to her knees.
Reaching under he snatched at white lace panties and tugged them down
to her ankles where they stretched and cut into her ankles. She
gasped in a complaint until his hand probed her pussy into timid submission.
From where she stood, proud
and pretty, she could see the four hooded heads of her friends just
above the intervening partition. Two blonde and one brown and
one red ponytail stood at attention above their heads. The two
in front had to be Christine and Lisa.
Something foul brushed her
open lips. It tasted sour and salty at the same time. Then
Jablonski did the same to her pussy and breasts. He disappeared
for a moment letting her mind wander to other matters such as wondering
how her friends were feeling.
Startled again despite her
overall condition she looked down to see Jablonski expertly applying
sensors to each of her breasts, then lower near her clitoris whose sensitivity
was obvious to Jablonski. An ear jack went into her right ear
but not her left.
The controller introduced itself
in its flat mechanical twine: "Good evening Mrs. Morgan,
this is the Adderplum III again. Welcome to your honeymoon suite.
Do you understand me?"
She eagerly nodded making her
neck tag shake in her haste to obey. It was never good to not
comply with orders as her still smarting ass reminded her to not disobey
her controller.
"We will proceed.
In a moment the lights will be extinguished. Before then you will
be briefly introduced to your mate who your husband has
selected for this night. Your
husband desires a well trained filly who will be always agreeable and
amenable to his needs and desires. Do you understand?
She humbly nodded again.
"This unit will be monitoring
through out to make sure you are not permanently harmed or damaged.
Our specially modified and selected specimens
are well trained and genetically modified to be intelligent enough not
to choke or hurt unnecessarily.
A special blend of pheromones has been applied to your primary sex areas
to let his instincts overwhelm and overcome any natural shyness.
Never fear. Your contract is your guarantee of success, life and
financial security for a lifetime or as stated in the terms and conditions
of said contract. " Life sucked of course but that
was why lawyers were invented to prosecute as well as to defend.
Of course her husband, Mr. Morgan, was a lawyer and knew how to get
around every legal obstacle that existed. So much for her rights.
"It is alright to be terrified
and fearful. The intent is to break and rebuild your personality
and emotions which requires the breaking
of your will and strong emotional patterns. You will be treated
otherwise fairly, even rewarded as you are trained. Sexual arousal
will be demanded and required. Do you understand?"
She laaed in reply this time.
"A nod is required Mrs.
Morgan, for the records."
A nod quickly happened.
Luckily women tended to be submissive which was why male slaves had
to be handled more firmly. It had also long been recognized that
someone mistreated or brutalized long enough tended to accept with gratitude
small blessings and kindly treatments.
"This unit will not speak
until the next instructional point."
She blinked and noticed that
her friend heads were shaking. Suddenly she heard their ahhing
as they awoke. It was a relatively quiet background noise.
A new sound arrived and she
turned her head and saw a large centaur being led in by a groom to stand
to her left. Involuntarily Kathy laaed in alarm and trembled throughout
her young lovely and distinctly virginal body. The groom left
locking the paddock door behind him. She was alone with the very
well interested centaur who nodded in satisfaction at her terror.
Already she was wiggling her
butt in fear and anticipation as he approached her, nuzzled her face
and then her breasts. She attempted to stretch to one side but
the centaur had a long reach and continued to intently inspect her breasts.
She sighed and tried to relax.
Laaing in protest when the
he nibbled at her sensitive nipples accomplished nothing. She
could hear her friends ahhing too as they obviously listened in onto
her nuptial bedding. She glanced down and tried to push him away
with her head. This he either ignored or accepted as an encouraging
sexual response.
The centaur grunted and spun
about while approaching from her front momentarily blocking the view
of her hooded friends. Kathy's eyes bulged as the he raised
up his massive torso towards her, towering over her for a second.
He slapped her face leaving no doubt that he wanted to mount her now.
Kathy laaed in absolute terror and lowered her head making it easy for
him to complete his task as he reached down and grabbed her ass until
her belly was flat with the bale of hay.
Laying on the bale she breathed
heavily and laaed as loud as she could. She could feel the massive
weight on top of her arms and the big dick was relentlessly punching
at her head. Now she was completely pinned as well as locked in
place, helpless to his might. Desperately she struggled spitting
out pieces of hay in the process and shaking her tail furiously.
At some point he succeeded
in landing a strong thump across her nose with his dick. Gradually
he worked it further under her face making her lift her nose in kind.
He fiercely continued in whipping her face with his dick and persisted
until the cock's tip found her hot mouth. More than one dick
blow poked her in either eye. Eventually the dick entered her
open, never before exploited, mouth and the he settled down to his happy
work.
Gulping frantically Kathy tried
to push the dick out with her tongue which only added to his obvious
pleasure. Immediately she began to gag as he slowly forced and
ripped his way into her throat.
Like all of his kind he had
been genetically engineered, his dick was extra long and designed to
fit a filly's throat though with reluctance on the part of the woman
as Kathy was personally discovering to her dismay. With a final
vigorous shove the centaur shoved his way down and had his great balls
up against Kathy's chin. He was content to stay there for a
moment as Kathy thrashed about trying to breathe. He knew how
to handle a new filly and teach her to do as she was told.
Then he pulled back and thrust
several times into her mouth and throat gradually physically taming
her. When the dick exploded down her throat, he pulled out leaving
the final spurts to land over her nose and chin. Kathy drooled
and spat as best as she could under him into the itchy hay. The
dick head brushed her lips and against her will she kissed it, thanking
him for his load with a flick of her active pink tongue.
Without much ado after a five
minute pause as Kathy recovered, he commenced another mouth attack.
Kathy laahed for a single second and succumbed since he already had
utter control of her prone position. This time he savored her
longer filling her tight throat about fifty times before releasing a
load that she swallowed and spit back partially.
After this the centaur grunted
and moved off her body allowing her to just lay there crying into the
hay with cum all over her face and throat. She marveled at what
had happened and knew she had been video recorded. She could relive
her obscene violation in the future as often as she desired.
In time she dozed off and slept,
exhausted and fully abused and used in her throat and mouth. It
was a lesson she would always remember and ultimately appreciate.
She did not know or would have approved but her tail twitched several
times that night as she dreamed. When it did her stall mate often
muttered a semi intelligible statement about her hot and slutty body
and nuzzled her derriere in sweet promise.
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