Pony Girl Rebellion

An eBook By George Boxlicker.

The two thugs grabbed Sandra under her arms again.  Their plans for her included taking turns fucking her, whether she liked it or not, followed by whipping her, as they had been ordered to do, followed by the other things their patroness wanted them to do to prepare the new ponygirl.  In a few hours, they gloated, the stuck up bitch would be helpless in her stall in the stable with the other stuck up bitches.  Her pussy would be sore from fucking and her back and ass and legs would be a mass of agony from the other kinds of fun they would have with her before they were through.  They knew she was stuck up because she was beautiful, and all beautiful women are stuck up.

"C’mon, ponycunt.  You heard what the Duchess said.  We’re gonna have some fun with you," the taller of the two men said.

They dragged her with them, to another part of the torture chamber, one which was still within easy view of the Duchess on her throne.  There was a thin mattress, little more than a pad, on the floor there, and they threw their intended victim on top of it.  One of them - Later she learned that he was the one named Pete - held her down, which wasn’t hard to do with her arms pinioned behind her back.  The other brute, Jack, unfastened his pants and, after removing something from the pocket, let them drop to around his knees.  He slid his underwear down to the same place, and rolled the condom, which was what he had taken from his pocket, onto his rather small, erect cock.  When he was ready, he knelt on the mattress in front of Sandra, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.

"You sure got a nice cunt," he told his helpless victim.  "We’re gonna have us some real fun here."

Jack approached Sandra on his knees, leaned his hands on her thighs to spread them farther, and pressed his erect cock against her unwilling pussy.  She was in agony from the welts on her body, and certainly had no desire for sex, besides being completely dry, but that made no difference to him.  In his state of rutting, with total indifference to anything she might have wanted, he thrust hard, and the head of his cock...

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