It was about 3 AM. The barn was pitch dark and silent as usual. Lisa and Laura particularly suffered from the devilish tit and clitoris clamps they had been enduring all night. Being gagged and hooded not a sound escaped from them. All that they could do was shuffle their feet back and forth and occasionally stamp their high heels. They had never been placed in such a situation before and had cried until they had fallen asleep; not comprehending why their grooms had elected to punish them so severely. The ways of men were so incomprehensible to women.

Even so they woke occasionally in the dark and gloom with an unsatisfied ache in their nipples and clitoris. They learned to keep their legs slightly spread and move slowly so as to not to jostle their clamps.

Used to such treatment and perhaps understanding a little bit more, Christine had shuddered when clamped, spread her thighs a little and settled down to an uncomfortable night. She shed a few tears. A filly just had to let go.

Mary Lou accepted her nipple torture with a certain expectation and when Mr. Jablonski had cupped them, she nearly reached an orgasm. Still her clitoris was innocent of any wrong and the terror and agony was quite unique. She spent quite some time licking the inside of her ball gag and rocking her hips and tail before, unable to reach any satisfaction, she shivered and fell asleep.

It was Kathy who had the worst dilemma. Standing over her hay bale was more or less acceptable. There was no physical contact other than the air or a wandering groom hand. Her short purple nightie did not reach to even her navel and just touched her stiff nipples.

However, hermate was young and vigorous and desired very much that she drop belly flat across the hay bale and present her ass and mouth for use. This agonized Kathy’s nipples and clitoris from the contact with the itchy hay. Much to the stall mate’s delight, he was presented with a filly in a great frenzy who would not stop wiggling. So much was this that he forced two orgasms from his dick before he partially withdrew from her mouth and rested on top of her trapped body.

Unable to speak or even la, Kathy struggled for awhile before arching her back which made her crotch just touch the hay which helped to relieve the strain. Tumbling into an exhausted sleep (as normal) Kathy slumbered under her stall mate.

A loud laaing woman woke Kathy and her friends around midnight. The new bride who had replaced Ashlee was being stroked and was disturbing everybody. Kathy sucked a little on the dick in her mouth until she was shut up forcibly with a hard thrust down her throat. She choked and fell unconscious before the stall mate withdrew. Her master then came around back much to her ultimate dismay to finish her off. The brides sang a brief duet then, earsplitting and unambiguous. Kathy continued sobbing after the centaur’s orgasm because his massive weight pinned her solidly onto the bale which tortured her crotch unmercifully.

So it went. Kathy had a busy last night getting her centaur seven orgasms. Thanks to the genetic engineers! What they had done to humanity and their related breeds was truly amazing! The last orgasm had delayed her wake up call at 4:30. She had to finish what she started and wiggled her rump frantically to achieve it so as to avoid any further penalty strokes.

Her friends stirred uneasily in their stall. Their grooms commented freely about how frisky they were when barely brushed. Their lovely legs just could not stop moving. Laura and Lisa half heartedly attempted to kick out but the grooms slapped their white silky thighs in rough good humor.

Sunday morning dawned.

The Morgan Party had been cleaned, dried and fed a meager but healthy breakfast. A few hours were still scheduled on the walker before one last sulky race for them with another six fillies planned to leave that day. The clamps stayed on throughout despite their weary and tearful complaints. A few face slaps reminded them not to cry since that ruined their make up and today, of all days, they had to be presentable since their owners would meet them to take them home.

At the race the Morgan Party was up first. To begin with they paraded slowly around the race course getting used to their clitoris being clamped. The bounce of their step was quite harassing to their crotch. The race would not be smooth or very fast. Lisa was obviously limping and Kathy was sore from last night alone and a bit droopy eyed.

Christine jumped to the early lead and everybody watched her tail fluttering behind her as she was mercilessly whipped. Lisa halted early and had to be pulled off by a groom for a lecture. Laura trailed the whole group but kept up an irregular pace until the end.

After the duty of competition the fillies clip clopped in their fancy high heeled pumps off to the side to cool off and to watch the next group amble out. Mary Lou whinnied loudly as she had her breasts cupped and pinched. It was maddening to her. The grooms also made sure the fillies kept their knees together while at ease. This made them tremble with the effort but added much more to their growing frustration and inner sensations.

Up next to race was a collection of six well clipped fillies. One was a single blonde virgin apparently in for a quick lube and trot. Three were young maiden brunette coeds, scions of wealthy eastern families. The last two were in their twenties and married. One of these two, a petite blonde, seemed a bit awkward despite her relative age and probably had married into money. The other was a Negress whose curly hair was a problem in lassoing into a pony tail.

The competition started with a hard lurch forward and the crack of six whips landing on tender and soft behinds. They surged forward with two of the coeds in the immediate lead. The pack smoothly passed the Morgan party who watched with avid attention in their short window of blinder opportunity. The coeds were obviously advanced and received the occasional whip snap on a reluctant calf not lifted high enough. Their brown tails were lifted high letting their buttocks be readily available for the cold Adderplum II instruction.

The small blonde trailed at the end. She tried hard but her legs were simply not long enough to keep up with her associates. Engineering could have corrected the problem but variety in form was desirable by the male.

One of the coeds won and the tired fillies were directed to the inside circle to be pampered by their grooms. By now the Morgan Party had cooled down and the two grooms selected a pair of each of them each leaving the virginal Mary Lou behind to stew and suffer by her lonesome.

It was tip time.

Lisa and Christine went with the senior groom to a small bench with hitching posts to which their tits were leashed. Ring gags went in their mouths and the groom proceeded to pinch and slap pretty flesh at random. In no time both blondes were surging about in a wild frenzy of pain and lust. Each slap elicited a loud ah from them. Gripping their tit tethers firmly he tugged them down to their knees between his own knees.

The two looked up at him, pink faces and tits surrounding a wide open mouth and frantic red tongues darting about. “Time for mine, sweet sluts.” Their tails wagged as Lisa had her head lowered to do her duty. In no time she was choking and drooling to her consternation.

Kathy and Laura did the same for the junior groom, some college guy who had volunteered to work minimum wage at the ranch. Both worked hard to do him as if they had a choice.

Sighing Mary Lou contemplated the empty race track as she listened to the fillies ahing and slurping behind her. She spread her thighs trying to get some relief and failing generally.

The four cum drenched fillies returned to a single line to be led back to the barn to be cleaned and dressed for owner pickup. Except for Mary Lou all had fresh cum glistening on their still flushed cheeks and throats.

Fresh stiletto high heels were strapped to their petite feet and thigh high stockings covered their legs. Everybody got equipped with a tight chastity belt, a sure sign that the fun was done and seriously work was ahead. Lacy panties covered up the tough leather and steel belts. To their obvious delight, a short dress that clung to their curves was wrapped around them from just above mid thigh to their breasts. A deep cleavage remained to show off their assets as well as a large open shoulder area above their bound arms (wrist to elbow once more).

Their dried cum remains stayed as a last memento as black hoods descended over bright alert eyes and balled mouths. Pert nipples peeked out of the thread of the dresses to which their leash was attached. Obedient as always they demurely followed their lead with asses waddling from the demands of their crotch clips and their well educated rumps. A long slit up the back of their dresses permitted their lovely long tails to stick out and sway as they walked to the waiting area.

The five fillies, soon to be come only women again as they hoped and dreamed, were hitched to a long rail and gently patted on their asses; a signal to wait and stay out of mischief. Standing in the shade and a warm breeze the fillies shifted idly from foot to foot trying to find some scant comfort. Painfully alert to every noise they often spooked when another filly snorted or at gravel scraping across a shoe or high heel. When they did, their breasts bounced and their clamps bit in once more. After every hop they calmed and straightened their shoulders making their breasts pop out more prominently in case someone was looking.

Around them were the comely coeds returning back home. Instead of being dressed their fathers had them naked except for belts and heels. They stood neat and proud without even being nipple clamped or hooded. Flaming eyes watched everything around them including the other fillies pacing in small circles and pulling occasionally on their tethers.

The petite blonde had been seriously humbled wearing nothing at all not even a belt though the high heels, of course, remained. Inside her hood her eyes had been taped down and dark glasses applied over them. A big weight hung from her nipples. A groom assigned to the overall area kept tapping her red belly to make her arch her back more and keep her breasts nice and high.

Two mothers with small daughters nuzzled each other blindly. The mothers were fully liberated of any belts or clamps and had been permitted a very short chemise that did not cover their navel but hid their nipples. One was in a pink pin stripe while the other paraded in blue stars.

Mr. Morgan arrived and inspected his magnificent bride who did not know he was there. He was pleased at her lithe form and submissive behavior. Then again all of the fillies were fine outstanding specimens.

Reaching out he gently caressed her left breast eliciting a muffled moan and a slight leg kick. “Hello, Kathy.” She instantly shuddered and turned her head towards his voice. A muffled noise ensued. “Enjoy your honeymoon?” She tapped her feet in response. “Well, now it is time to please your husband in the way that you have been trained. I am sure you would like a big orgasm right about now.”

“Hmmm!” She began to stamp her little feet until he tugged gently on her tit tether and whispered a soothing noise to her to restrain herself. “Hmm…”

“But first we have to say farewell to your friends and make sure all is well with them…”

Christine was in Mr. Viani’s arms being hugged and squeezed. She hugged him back with her thighs wrapped around his right leg. She was happy with her situation.

Laura stood uncertain as she had heard Mr. Morgan and had turned. She waited with bated breath. Confused thoughts of Mr. Jablonski, Elisha, and others stormed through her soul, body, and mind. A tear filled her eye. And then…

”Hello, Laura. You look absolutely devastating!” And Mr. Jamesway embraced her from behind. Immediately she commenced to wiggle and moan as his hands glided around her belly and then up to her tit tether which was now his for ever and ever. She wondered when her marriage would be scheduled.

Mr. Lehe took his pretty maiden daughter Mary Lou by her tether and clucked his tongue soothingly for her to hear and be reassured. “Well, I am happy you see you, my dear.”

“Hmm!”

“Yes, I know you will have to tell your mother all about it.”

“Hmmm!” She followed meekly behind her father’s tug, trusting in him to lead her safely.

Of course, the gorgeous Lisa would be the problem child.

Calmly Mr. Morgan grasped the tethers of hooded Lisa and Kathy and brought them quickly over to nearby bench where he promptly sat down. Lisa was hitched to the right. Kathy was tied to the left.

First he made Kathy bend over which let her stocking tops peep out from under her hem. He reached around to take off their hoods to reveal sweaty red faces that matched the red of their excited bosoms. Both had big black eyes that testified to their depravity and lusty friends enthusiasm.

He loosed her ball gag and told her to lick her lips and settle down. She stayed bent over since she had not been directed to do otherwise. Then he did the same for the perturbed Lisa. She straightened up once the gag hung around her delicate throat.

Both wiggled their asses and flicked their tails but undoubtedly for different reasons.

“Well, girls, or fillies officially until you are released. A few words of explanation. I will allow you to speak if you want but only if the response is calm and limited. No ranting or raving allowed!” He glared at Lisa in particular as he said this. “Do you understand me.”

Instantly both fillies nodded. Kathy tapped her right foot once.

“I hope you had a pleasant time on the ranch, Kathy. Of course I expect many a pleasant night in my bed especially tonight.” He grinned. “Wait until the clamps are released. You will be amazed how sensitive you will be and how the orgasm will feel.”

“Yes, Mr. Morgan.” replied Kathy. “May I speak about my sister, sir?”

“Yes, you may.”

“She should be married off quickly. The ranch was a bit too much for a new filly especially a virgin.”

“We will investigate the matter. Matter of fact I will assign you to that chore. There are many eligible men in my organization alone.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And I?” icily spoke Lisa.

“Yes, Miss Wertz?”

“Why was I here! What right did you have…Ohhh!” He had snapped her tit tether jostling her breasts.

“Ah, Miss Wertz. You would complain being who you are. Men do so like bitches but only after they have been broken.

“I do rightfully own you due to your debts. I bought them all up you know. Or, if you prefer, you owe me money and under present law it means I can enforce certain conditions as I see fit.”

Lisa pouted.

“Please be kind sir. “ begged Kathy. Her breasts quivered ever so slightly with her plea.

“Miss Wertz, do you agree that you owe money?”

“Well, yes I suppose…but…”

“But nothing. You owe the equivalent of 3 years of high schooling and 3 years of college tuition, room, and board.”

She nodded reluctantly.

“Then there are the other charges.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You have been accused of advocating revolution. In this case feminism.”

“Lisa!” yelped Kathy. Indulging his wife’s outburst, he merely glared for a split second making her lower her respectful eyes. “I am sorry, sir.” Her tail tossed back and forth slowly behind her in her embarrassment at losing control.

“As I was saying, revolution is a serious crime. If I had not acted and made you my property you would be a mere pony girl rotting away your life hauling garbage or something. Perhaps even mind wiped. Paperwork has a habit of disappearing and personal favors are always a handy thing to have available.

”Now I must do what the law makes me do. I bought your crime, so to speak, and am now the judge, jury and executioner of your case and ass. Otherwise I will deserve the blame and the punishment.”

“What I did I would do again. I am a free woman no matter what you say!”

“This is exactly why I bought your contract. You have a certain potential.”

“What, as a toy to be fucked!”

“Well that too but that is not going to be unless you sign a contract like that.”

“What did you think happened here at the damned ranch!”

“Centaurs are not human and you were no virgin. You were petted and fondled but never vaginally penetrated by a human. Dr. Thompson stated that in his affidavit that you had sold sexual flavors in return for good grades. He was quire explicit in his information. You did nothing more at the ranch than you have done elsewhere in your sordid adventures in politics and academia.

“The ranch was simply to teach you some vital lessons in life and let you relax in some natural lust with your friends. Would you prefer prison or a public whipping instead?”

“Dr. Thompson?”

“All is known, Miss Wertz. All.”

She shook her head in slow thought. “So…what did the police want or…”

“A minimum of 2 years. Your debt would still have been there and be a potential problem.”

“And your offer? My punishment?”

“Work as an aide in my firm on the Mackensie frontier or an assignment overseas in Germany negotiating and learning sales. The latter assignment would be trickier. We need a double agent to infiltrate the Russian front. With luck you may survive ten years and become free enough to be honorably married and even rise to a managerial position. Until then you will be belted to improve some of your ethics except when on vacation at a ranch. You will serve as an office filly when requested and will always be tailed and stalled at night.”

“An interesting proposal, Mr. Morgan.”

Shrugging he added: “Take it or leave it. There is no other way except as a pony or a filly.”

‘Then there is no choice.”

“Believe as you wish.” He forced her to bend at the waist by pulling her tit tether close. She gasped. She lifted one leg as if to kick him, hesitated and instead just scratched her other leg. Some lessons were hard to learn. She was inflamed with passion and suffered undue pain too and wanted him or anybody to touch her and much more. Pain and pleasure could be mixed easily.

“Sir,” queried Kathy.

“Yes, wife?

“Can you promise that you will personally supervise her.”

“I suppose I have to since the debt is now mine that she owes as well as her criminal intent. She will have others guarding her chastity at times but I promise at least quarterly meetings and interviews and even a shared vacation with you once a year at a ranch.”

“My husband is an honorable man. He will do as he says.”

“Will he be fucking me then?” Lisa snarled in despair.

“No, his contract with me is clear. No fucking.”

“How about his friends then?”

Kathy looked at her husband who nodded. “No, Mr. Morgan so swears.”

“So I do, it will be in the ultimate signed contract. Being a filly means you have at least some rights. You will be fondled until you drool with lust and passion, but there will be no vaginal intercourse with a human.” Mr. Morgan persistedly twisted and curled her tit tether making her sway back and forth as he conversed. Lisa grimaced and finally spit to one side. He yanked her down until they were eyeball to eyeball. They stared. Lisa blinked. Mr. Morgan softly laughed.

“Alright! Please stop doing that, sir!”

“Why?

“Because it is driving me crazy, sir! Ohh!”

Mr. Morgan smirked. This battle had been won and what more could a man want after all? “Kiss me, Lisa and then Kathy.”

She flicked her red lips across his cheek. It was a chaste kiss. She was afraid to do more. Then he let go up and twist towards the waiting Kathy. They hesitated. “Make it like you mean it, deep and satisfying.” The lips locked and they clung together for a minute enjoying the weirdness before separating. Mr. Morgan had assisted them by keeping a hand behind each of their heads pushing them together. Lisa stayed bent down this time. She had not been ordered after all to stand back up.

Playfully Mr. Morgan ran his fingers through their long hair and smiled.

“Open up fillies, time to be gagged and hooded. In two hours, Mrs. Morgan you will be home behaving like a wild filly in my bed, unclipped and very willing. You, Lisa, will be stalled and unclipped until you sign your contact and can be shipped back to college. You will have to finish up your degree first after all.” Both fillies beamed and opened wide. Indeed the world was an interesting place to be when you are a man.

In a few moments, the two hooded and now mutually happy fillies were carefully stepping behind Mr. Morgan. Kathy led with her friend’s tits attached to her crossed arms. Their thigh high stockings and brief panties occasionally flashed any dazed male observer when their tail randomly flirted to either side.